Promo Thread Ace's High 2011

[iMatt]

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[tmnt316]

Divine Right

You rub your stomach a bit, after eating a tad too much for dinner, letting lose your belt, giving that extra helping some room to expand. Finally you go to turn on the television when a slight ding noise is heard coming from your computer. You forgot you left it on and decide to go have a look, figuring it’s just some pop up but at least you’ll turn it off. You move the mouse back and forth, watching as your Gabrielle screensaver fades away, smiling at your one true Goddess. You see a small window on your tool bar with the letters “Tru…” on it, obviously cut off.

Curiosity gets the better of you, as you force yourself to click on the ad, hoping it’s not some left over porn site your friend left running. The words instantly jump out at you, “Truly Divine as that Fake God Drazin won’t even make it to Aces High” It’s a message from the Gabrielle Divine Club you signed up for. Suddenly you are wide awake, planking yourself down in your computer chair and glued to the screen. You click on the link, expecting a new message from Gabrielle, giving you her divine wisdom. But instead become quite alarmed when you hear Drazin’s voice.

DRAZIN: “What do you morons want? Get the hell away from Drazin. What? Shut the ….”

You can hear Drazin fine at first, but then his words turn to grunts, as you squint at your monitor, trying to make out what’s happening on the dimly lit sidewalk. You can see white robed individuals, with Gabrielle’s picture plastered to the back of their robe and the message “The True Divine One” directly below it. They are also carrying Gabibles and quickly start attacking Drazin. But it’s like they a flies and Drazin is the news paper, just smacking them away left, right and center.

DRAZIN: “Oh that tickles, is that how you get your precious Gabby all warmed up for her flock.”

Your face scrunches up, as you read into his words and don’t appreciate his tone towards Gabrielle. But even you know these guys have no hope of ever taking Drazin down. But you eye another robed figure in the background, waving at the others, looking like he’s directing traffic or something. As they continue to attack Drazin but he just keeps swatting them away, throwing them aside.

DRAZIN: “No wonder Gabrielle looks so strong to you clowns, you have the strength of Port a Pottie, guess that explains why they let him join too.”

Drazin laughs so hard and over the top you think he’s going to burst, but you find yourself smiling as well, as an open manhole cover comes into view. You finally get their plan, as they keep attacking Drazin, not standing a chance, but keeping him occupied as they back him down the street to the open manhole.

You sit waiting patiently for it, waiting, waiting and give a loud cheer as Drazin almost falls in. But he stops short, noticing the exposed manhole and grinning, like he knew all along. But as he turns back around to the attacking horde, they all jump him at once, nudging him back over the hole. A huge smile comes across your face as Drazin falls down the manhole, you almost didn’t notice one of the robed men placing something on his shirt, but you don’t give it a second thought and watch as a piece of paper gets dropped down the man hole, swaying back and forth as it floats down to Drazin, landing in his lap. Then with the robed figures all surrounding the man hole and looking down, beaming a small ray of light on Drazin, it dwindles as they push the manhole cover back into place. You quickly go grab something to drink as “STAY TUNED” comes across your screen.

You sit patiently waiting for what’s going to come next, half drinking and half chewing on your straw. When a fuzzy picture comes on your screen and you hear Drazin grunting a bit. You can see directly in front of Drazin, like one of those first person video games and realize it was a camera the robed guy stuck on Drazin. As Drazin moves around, you catch a glimpse of the paper sitting in his lap and begin to read it as quickly as you can.

What Would Have Been

We the followers of the divine one Gabrielle feared the outcome of her match with the fake God Duke Drazin, so we took matters into our own hands. As it was prophesied by Plucky the Psychic that Gabrielle would not retain her title at Aces High. We couldn’t let that happen, denying our divine Gabrielle the prestigious right that only she deserves. As Plucky stated unless interference became a part of the match, Gabrielle would fall and the reign of Duke Drazin would begin. So never fear Gabrielle, we your mighty and devoted followers have saved you the agony of losing to such a slime ball, such a loud mouthed, third person talking, nonsense speaking, false God claiming, oversized asshole. Sorry for our foul use of language, we know it isn’t written that way in your great Gabible, but when dealing with the evil of Duke Drazin, extra steps must be taken to ensure he never steps into your presence ever again. For even we can see you’ve barely ever beat him one on one, through no fault of your own, it’s just your beauty is no match for his beast like power. So beauty won’t meet the beast, Gabrielle will now never face Drazin at Aces High and the truly divine won’t have any chance of losing to a fallen false God. We apologize to all the fans expecting this match and wish our Goddess Gabrielle all the best in her reign.

Sincerely,

Your Divine Followers

Just as you get done reading you watch as the paper crumbles in Drazin’s fist and the camera becomes more in focus. As leaking pipes dropping small pellets of water into the sewage and the sloshing of Drazin wading through the rank sewage, fills your computer speakers with its sound. You want to throw up just from hearing it, knowing the stench has to be horrible.

DRAZIN: “Ok Gabby my little whore, you want to once again try to get other people to do your dirty work, you want to once again try and win through interference or with help from your little groupies, well bring it on. As nothing is going to stop Drazin from putting you in a wheel chair, not that Drazin assumes that is anything new for you. After all providing your services to one and all has to take some toll on you. But unlike the last two times when you and Drazin faced off for that ass wiper, there will be no one there to save your ass and bail you out. You won’t be able to double team with the likes of Kennedy or Johnson, you’ll be all alone. While if you don’t count the multiple diseases you’re probably infested with. But Drazin won’t go there. For during our last little ass wiper bout, who was the final one in the ring with you? That’s right it was Drazin. Drazin surpassed four other morons, having no little groupies in the ring like you and beat them all back, kicking your tight little ass all over the ring. Does anyone see what this indicates? This indicates Drazin can beat four men and still have enough to kick the bleep out of this little whore of yours. While the so called Divine Gabby let her little groupies do all the work, saving up all her energy for Drazin. Not that Drazin wouldn’t appreciate that, but after the first five hundred users, Drazin doesn’t want to go there, kind of used wouldn’t you say? Did Drazin also mention how Drazin and Port a Pottie beat the so called Great Siege of Johnson and Gabrielle? Heck that was probably the first win Port a Pottie had in months, but then he got another one when someone like Grizzly friggin Joe teamed up with Drazin and a bunch of losers and beat the whole Great Siege, not only has Drazin beat every single one of these morons time and time again, but Drazin beat them in Drazin’s most hated match and like always, Drazin had to do all the work securing the win. So by you taking Port a Pottie under your Great Siege wing, you once again have a lackey that couldn’t beat you, as with APAB, and the only relevance he has is giving the rest of your lackeys a portable place to take a shit. Oh Drazin cracks Drazin’s self up.”

You can’t believe how he sounds so cocky and normal, well normal for Drazin, while being down in that filthy sewer. You also can’t help but think he’s got a point, as he passes a drainage pipe, you watch as he makes a sharp turn, you hear nothing but you can see he obviously does.

Chris Kennedy: “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.”

You continue to watch as Drazin sticks his face right in the drainage pipe, looking into it, acting as if he heard something, yet you didn’t hear a thing.

Chris Kennedy: “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.”

You watch as Drazin looks a bit more and then shrugs.

DRAZIN: “Figures a worthless scum bucket could be found in a, well, scum bucket. Just another big time member of the Great Siege, someone who Gabrielle supports, Drazin guesses being so divine makes one lose their taste for people of worth. As anyone who talks about beating a dead guy, when he’s dead, and pink unicorns making him seem that much more like a fairy, is surely someone you want on your side. Drazin bets you organized this whole little trap huh Gabby? Hoping you could get rid of Drazin so Drazin wouldn’t show you up at Aces High, how a Fallen False God as you put it, wouldn’t show up and beat someone who is so divine. Yeah that sounds like your whoring ways, did you promise each of those robed flunkies a ride if they got Drazin down here? “

You watch as Drazin once again whips around, staring behind him like he heard something.

Andrew: “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?”

Drazin’s eyes begin to glow and you can tell he’s beginning to lose his patience. But you don’t know why as you don’t hear anything but can see he does.

DRAZIN: “Alright you lackies, show your damn selves. You keep going on about how Drazin repeats Drazin’s self, while hasn’t Drazin heard all this shit before and what happened? You all got beat, all of you claimed to win, all of you said this was your night, blah blah blah and all of you lost. Drazin was the only one that has ever done what Drazin stated, Drazin came to the ring, kicked all your asses and left you a stain in the mat. Drazin never wanted this ass wiper, but now you’ve gone and pissed Drazin off and Drazin is going to take it, just to shove it down your throats. As not only will you choke on your words once again, but you will choke to death on the ass wiper of Drazin, knowing Drazin ended any hope anyone in this Piss Pot Place has of ever securing it again, because Drazin will share it around and you’ll always have a piece in your gut, a gift from Drazin, after all Drazin has beaten every opponent Drazin has come up against going on a year. Besides of course three matches, all where the little whore Gabrielle needed help. While this time help you will not get, this time if any of your lackeys come to the ring, Drazin will have lackeys lying in wait, so they will not save you, nothing will save you, from the utter humiliation of being on your knees at the mercy of the Great God Duke Drazin.”

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...”

You laugh as he jolts up and down some pathways, ignoring the rats and all the other things you don’t even want to think about, acting as if he heard something once again and is searching it out.

DRAZIN: “The Divine Whore Gabrielle, down in the sewer with the rats, while you’re surrounded by them anyway, as you speak of losers, you should look at your own collection. Each one beaten by Drazin more than once, each one of so called significance beaten by you more than once and Drazin is supposedly the loser? While it Drazin is a loser then your mother hen to a manure farm. As the smell coming from the Great Siege makes this sewer seems like paradise. So come out whore, Drazin promises Drazin won’t bite, much.”

You wish you knew what he was going on about, as he continues searching the area, until finally he comes to an open junction, where all the tunnels flow out of. You watch as he arches his back like he’s about ready to charge, his eyes glow so bright the dingy light from the cracks and few left over bulbs, pale in comparison, yet just as you heard nothing, you now see something, but obviously Drazin does.

Boudreau: “Duke Drazin... A God? Would a true God lose wrestling matches, week after week after week? Would a true God, lose to Matt Boudreau, EVERY single time that he stepped in the wrestling ring? Would a true God come up short, EVERY SINGLE TIME he is involved in a high stakes match, such as both of his FWA Championship opportunities, the Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber at Back in Business V, or this past year’s Carnal Contendership match? The answers to all of these questions, is what, viewer?.

You watch as Drazin raises his eyebrow, still ready to attack, but acting a bit confused as if something he heard just discouraged his assualt.

Boudreau: “That’s right: NO. Duke, I, myself am guilty of even doing this. A long, long, time ago, I would refer to myself as a God, as well. But in time, especially since I was struck with The Indellacy, I came to the realization, that I was wrong all along. No man, is a God, Duke. NONE of us, is a God. The Gods are far above us all. The Gods are who map out mine and YOUR very existences.”

Now you’re confused as Drazin remains on alert but steps into the junction room more calmly then you’d expect, his eyes then bulge out, likes he’s seen a ghost or seeing double, yet you still see nothing.

?????: “Step into the light my friend. For all that you have heard has been of your own design. Doubts, Fears, Annoyances, everything that nags at you has now been brought forth into the light. As now you can see you no longer have these qualities. No longer do you lose, no longer do you choke, as since the passing of your foe, you’ve shined, leading through example and never backing down. For in his own words, the so called greatest ever to be seen in the FWA referred to himself as a God but knew he wasn’t through his actions and inability to beat his disease, while Gods map out our existence. As you have done time and time again. Who rid the FWA of Bullseye Johnson after taking his title, making him go back to being insignificant, who makes the likes of Stu and No Reaction Jackson tremble with fear avoiding you at every turn, who beats the Great Siege at every turn forcing them down a path of destruction and who is their own worst enemy? Duke Drazin you are older than time itself, you fall into the same trappings as all God’s, you’ve seen and done so much you’ve lost purpose. Only coming to the ring beating on your opponent and returning to the back, not caring whether you win or lose and without purpose there can be no fortune, there can be no big win and there can be no taking the ass wiper from Gabrielle. Whose only bit of divinity is to make people with low IQ’s follow her every word, she as a knack for swaying people with her words and looks, but so does a porn star. She refers to you as a false God because she knows she’s out of your league, as you have pointed out through her past acts of needing others to secure a win. You’ve never done anything significant because you simply didn’t want to. You could have beat Boudreau each and every time, but that last time you didn’t even go for a single pin. Why? Because that would mean you actually wanted something, which you haven’t in a long time.”

DRAZIN: “What’s with this psycho babble, Drazin has to be going nuts, maybe Drazin hit Drazin’s head harder than Drazin thought.”

You watch on intrigued and disturbed at Drazin seemingly talking to himself.

?????: “Continuing to deny yourself any type of want will leave you in the same place you are now. You will never beat Gabrielle, not because you can’t but because you won’t let yourself. As when nothing was at stake in your first bout, you beat her silly, after that you found it was too easy and just didn’t care anymore. Plus you remain on one track, you had at least ten chances to pin Boudreau securing a win in your last bout, but what did you do? You just continued to beat on him, never stopping, until all that was left to do was for him to pin you. The same thing occurred in the elimination chamber, you came at all of them with such force none of them could match you on their best day, but what happened when it came down to you and Gabrielle? You once again just decided to beat on her, never stopping and once again all that was left to do was for her to win. As if you never go for the win yourself, you will never ascend any further, making you of no better worth than you are now.”

You can tell Drazin is really getting annoyed at something, yet you wish you knew what.

DRAZIN: “Ok shut your damn mouth, Drazin has had enough of your bleeping bleep. Drazin is going to come over there and drown you in this rank sewage if you speak one more word. As Drazin simply doesn’t care, Drazin has beaten the divine whore time and time again, Drazin made the dead guy quit, Drazin stomped on everyone from Bullseye to Port a Pottie to even Anthony and hasn’t lost in months. Drazin is going to go to Aces High, Drazin is going to stomp Gabrielle silly and Drazin is not going to care whether Drazin wins or losses, as Drazin doesn’t giving a flying bleep. So SHUT THE BLEEP UP!”

You watch as he circles the middle of the room, like he’s stalking his prey, yet you still see nothing.

?????: “The truth hurts huh my friend? As nowhere in you incoherent rambling did you say anything you haven’t already said, you haven’t already done, wait maybe you like your safety net. As where you are now you don’t have to prove anything, lost between divine and sewage, well now is your chance to come out of the gutter, literally, and shine in a whole new light. As Gabrielle can beat you in the porn industry, but other than that, she is your little bitch. But only if you decide that is the case and only if you give yourself the chance, the chance to shine, the chance to win and the chance at something great. Don’t just focus on one issue, focus on ten, be so far ahead of the crowd that they’ll need to install an engine in their ass to keep up.”

DRAZIN: “Alright Drazin has had enough of your psycho babble bull bleep, Drazin is going to warm up on you, then use the extra rage to divine Gabrielle a new ass hole.”

You laugh as you watch him seemingly charge at nothing, but then become intrigued as he stops right in the middle of the room and it’s like he’s have a seizure standing up. He’s twitching back and forth like he’s being electrocuted and making weird grunting noises, until finally he stops, slouched over a bit, head staring down at the ground. Suddenly your screen gets fuzzy like it’s being covered in water, as the camera has fallen off and is now slowly sinking in the sewage, as it looks back up at Drazin.

The hairs on your neck stand on end as a smirk comes across his face, you can see a bit better as his eyes glow bright red, lighting the whole area and he tilts his head to the side in a cocky manner, staring down at the sinking camera, like his glare is peering right into your soul.

[B]DRAZIN:[/B] “Gabrielle remind Drazin to thank your little groupies, after Drazin destroys you at Aces High. As The Great God Duke Drazin is now fully intact, you were correct in assuming Drazin had fallen from upon high, but were mislead in ever assuming it would remain that way. As you will face what has never been tamed, you will face your own destruction, as Drazin will make you face your own meager immortality. For the true purpose of Duke Drazin has been brought to lot, why destroy a Piss Pot Place when you can shape it, control it and reign supreme over it. As when Drazin beats you Drazin is going to do what you and the Great Siege never will, Drazin is going to take this place down from the inside out, shaping it into a place fit for a true God, leaving you worshipping at the feet of Drazin, as all the morons in this place will flock to the overwhelming presence of the Great God Duke Drazin and all will be laid to rest. For unlike you Drazin doesn’t need anyone’s admiration, Drazin doesn’t need anyone to follow Drazin and Drazin doesn’t need to spread the word of the Divine in some trash heap of a book. For Drazin shows through doing, Drazin destroys all that stand before Drazin and when the exploits of Drazin are recorded into history, Aces High will be the night all remember as the night The Great God Duke Drazin ascended and Gabrielle was forced to bare the brunt of Drazin’s might. As that ass wiper will be coming home to where it truly belongs, well you and the rest of your cronies, tremble at the utterance of Drazin’s name. You can bring out the whole lockerroom to help you and it just won’t matter, as Drazin will scare them to stone from one glance and everything will be centered upon you, the beaten, the bruised, the forgotten, former champion, former divine one, Gabrielle. See you in hell.”

Suddenly Drazin begins rising up out of the sewer, as he’s been standing on an old elevator platform. He rises at a steady pace, as if he’s ascending into the heavens, the light slowly diming as he gets farther and farther away, until finally all that is left is darkness and your video ends.

You can’t get over how weird that all was, trying to make some kind of since of what just happened, when you jolt up out of your chair from the noise of your television, turning around to see your cat having stepped on the remote, accidentally turning it on. The below scrolling new flash catches your attention and you begin to put together the pieces.

“PUBLIC WARNING – AVOID SEWER GRATES, SEWER ENTRANCES AND THE SEWER ALL TOGETHER. AS THERE HAS BEEN A GAS LEAK, WHICH CAUSES ILLUSINATIONS AND OTHER SIDE EFFECTS. IF AFFECTED CONTACT YOUR LOCAL HOSPITAL IMMEDIATELY!

[Eyesnsane]

All Night



Club Dingbatz
East Rutherford, New Jersey



[The FWA cameraman shows up at the club. Looking at the long line for a moment, he makes the long walk past people lined up out the door and around the corner. Once he reaches the door area, he approaches one of the bouncers at the door.]

Cameraman: How’s it going? I am the FWA cameraman here to cover Over the Edge.

Bouncer 1: Looks to me like you are just some dude trying to get into the club wit out waiting in line.

Cameraman: Well no, I just have to cover these guys, it’s my job. They told me they would be here at this time, do you know if they are inside.

Bouncer: I don’t know hat you are talking about dude, you might wanna just go get in line like everybody else if you wanna get in here.

Cameraman: But there is a huge sign above the door that says tonight only Over the Edge feat. DJ Killemall. I am here to get the footage.

Bouncer: You think I’m gonna believe that, man you trippin. I’ve heard some good ones, and this ain’t one of them.

Cameraman: Well, how many guys have ever showed up with a real camera, like this one?

Bouncer: You’re the fifth one this month, let’s see one guy was supposed to be with girls gone wild, two guys were supposed to be with the news, one guys said he was with the playboy channel and they were doing an exclusive on the hottest clubs, and the last guy before you said he was here to cover the situation.

Cameraman: Oh, look how can I prove to you I am really from the FWA, to cover Over the Edge?

Bouncer: I don’t know what to tell you man.

Cameraman: Here, look I got my FWA access ID. Look at that see, I’m telling the truth.

Bouncer: Alright man, I believe you. Now just give me fifty dollars and I’ll let you in.

Cameraman: What, I’m here to work.

Bouncer: So, am I.

[Just then Alana walks out of the door and the bouncer turns around looking at her.]

Alana: There you are cameraman, we been kinda waiting on you. Hey Rocco, this guy is here for us.

Rocco: No problem Ms. Allure. Sorry for the hold up sir, we just have to be careful about letting people in.

Cameraman: Um, sure.

Alana: Come on in here and get set up, you’ll be just in time to catch the show.

[The cameraman follows Alana inside the club. Once inside the shot is bombarded with different colored flashing lights. One entire side of the club is a bar that runs along the building from the front to the back of the building. There are a few tables across from the bar in the front. There is an upstairs area that runs on the same side of the building as the bar from front to back that has room for dancing along with tables and chairs. The rest of the club is open space with the exception of a stage. There are so many people inside this club; there is really no space in between them anywhere on the floor. Then Alana and Dinorah appear on the stage both holding microphones.]

Alana: We’d like to thank all of you for coming out to party Over the Edge style. We have something special for you all tonight.

Dinorah: Let me hear yall say OTE, OTE, OTE!!

[The crowd of people begins and keeps the chant going.]

Dinorah: Coming to the stage ladies and gentlemen DJ Killemall!!!

[A plume of smoke appears on the stage and when it’s gone Killemall is standing, behind the DJ equipment with a white mask on a black outfit and some headphones. He immediately begins playing some music that turns into some scratches and quick mixes. The crowd starts to go nuts.]

Alana: Club Dingbatz, Club DINGBATZ! Here comes Eyesnsane!!!

[Cheers erupt even louder from the Crowd as Eyesnsane walks onto the stage.]

Eyesnsane: Thank you, thank you. A lot of people have been asking me about this weekend. Everywhere I go people want to know, how I’m gonna do it? They are all like could I really defend my title and pull out the win in the Carnal Contendership match.

[He turns his entire body for a moment and looks at Killemall. At that moment a beat starts to fade in, and Eyesnsane turns back to the crowd as Alana and Dinorah move off the stage.]

Eyesnsane: You know what I tell them? I tell them just what I’m about to tell you.

[The music has now faded in to a level just under his voice. People in the crowd start to move to the hip hop beat being played by Killemall.]


Killemall: TELL ‘EM!!!

Eyesnsane: I do it all night, I do it all night, I do it, I do it, do it, all night
I make em say…..OOOOOH!......OOOOOH !......OH!
When I walked in the club tonight, I saw three new X’s
Those crossfire cats couldn’t beat the Nexus
I’m not a rebel, claiming to be a bad ass
But Alex and Charon, I’m sure to out last
Hate on me if you really want to
Cause nobody gets a pass
Quick on my feet, for all yall I’m just too fast.

[Eyesnsane slowly walks to the right of the stage, touching the hands of those closest to it.]

I do it all night, I do it all night, I do it, I do it, do it, all night
I make em say…..OOOOOH!......OOOOOH !......OH!
Hold on tight, here we go
Eyesnsane out the C.H.I.C.A.G.O.
Knocking clowns out like Grizzly Joe
Cameron better pray on the cross and see a holy speaker
Paj couldn’t hit a Bullseye, with a heat seeker
According to Webster each one of them fools is my Nemesis
So, all yall better remember this

[Having moved to the left of side of the stage he has taken one lady by the hand and brought her up on stage. She grinds in front of him as he begins the next verse.]

I do it all night, I do it all night, I do it, I do it, do it, all night
I make em say…..OOOOOH!......OOOOOH !......OH!
I got asked for an autograph by Aaron Kendrick
Alana had to tell him to get off my dick
Carmine likes to channel the grim reaper
But I’m like an activated terrorist cell, no longer a sleeper
Ryan rondo can’t be amazing, cause I’m the best
Laying Anthony and all others to rest

[He has another girl come on stage, and then the three of them move to the middle of the stage, as the two women grind against him, one in front and one behind him.]

I do it all night, I do it all night, I do it, I do it, do it, all night
I make em say…..OOOOOH!......OOOOOH !......OH!
Don’t worry about the time, this is my last verse
Darnell is one reason why everybody hates Chris
Thanks to the Kennedy curse
They’ll make for a Great miss
Special shout out to Juan Lopez
Once again you’ll find out who the best is
How else could I explain
The bell rings at the end of the night and your winner is Eyesnsane.

[Killemall begins scratching and mixing pretty hard, as this is happening, Eyesnsane and the two women leave the stage and disappear from sight. The cameraman turns to Alana who is standing by him near the bar.]

Cameraman: That was pretty good, where did he go?

Alana: There’s another VIP room back on the other side of the stage. Most likely he’s in there having a drink.

[The cameraman works his way through the crowd and to the back of the club, where he sees a door with the letters VIP on it. He opens the door and walks in.]

Cameraman: Ey, I uh, uh…..

Eyesnsane: Close the door, it’s bout to get rough in here!!

[The door closes behind the cameraman; Eyesnsane is behind one of the women from the stage. She is bent over, with her skirt up and holding on to a chair. The other woman no longer has on a top and starts kissing him. The picture is immediately blurred.]

Woman: Oh, God! Oh God, it’s so ******** hard! Stretch it out daddy, oh God.

[The scene goes black.]

[Eyesnsane]

The War



[The scene opens with Eyesnsane sitting in his locker room. He is sitting across the room from a T.V.; there is a black remote control with grey buttons on it just in front of him on a long coffee table. He’s lacing up his boots, and glances up at the camera. Wearing black boots and black pants, he is at the moment without a shirt. Next to the remote is a roll of tape, and a glass of a clear carbonated drink, as evident by the small bubbles floating in the clear glass, some at the top, while other float from the bottom to the top.]

Eyesnsane: You actually caught up with me pretty early. Although, your timing is pretty good. Come in and take a seat so we can talk about it.

[Emily Gordon walks into view of the camera as the shot follows her into the room. She takes a seat on a couch next to the chair Eyesnsane is sitting in.]

Eyesnsane: Would you like something to drink?

Emily: No, thank you. So is this how the Young Lions champion relaxes before a big night?

Eyesnsane: You know, I can appreciate your straight forward, let’s get down to business attitude. To answer your question; not exactly. I got some guys to hook me up with some film of matches between Juan and myself. I also got them to throw in some of his quotes about me.

Emily: You mean to say that you are still studying an opponent that you have beaten previously?

Eyesnsane: Of course, and why not. Sure Juan has only been around since hmmm October, but even in that short time he has managed to become the Young Lions champion, in part because I lost my focus, lost my edge for a moment, I should have known better, because as we all know it only takes a moment in this business.

Emily: You mentioned they put in some quotes, why?

Eyesnsane: It’s a good way I think to understand where a guy is coming from, how he thinks, and what he thinks. In my opinion, it can only help you to prepare that much more, I think everybody should attempt to know who they are dealing with. Here, take a look at a little bit of what he’s had to say.

[Having finished lacing his boots as the two were talking, Eyesnsane reaches out to the remote on the table and presses a button on it activating the TV, as the footage begins to play, he grabs the tape that was next to the remote and begins to wrap his wrists. The video begins to show different clips of Juan speaking about Eyesnsane, the camera shot focuses in on the TV.]

TV Footage:

“The thing you have to realize James is the fact that besides being "nsane" your delusional.You simply aren't championship material.”


“You see I'm light years ahead of you in talent.After tonight's bout you'll realize that you can never beat me.Not only because of my talent but because my brain actually functions unlike yours.Unlike you who is all brawn,I think,I plan and I can outsmart in any match or situation.Today will be you Epiphany Hughes.Where you learn that you'll never take this belt away from me and that you'll never be good enough to be anything but a challenger.”

“I'll show Eyesnasane what true violence is.After that experience Eyesnsane will want to quit this business he isn't cut out for.”

“Eyesnsane will croak in the middle of that ring in a pool of blood and disappointment.”


“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.”

[Eyesnsane, having completed wrapping both of his wrists while the footage was playing, now reaches once again for the remote and pushes a button stopping the footage from playing, as the camera shot pans back out and rotates to again capture Emily and Eyesnsane within the confines of the shot.]

Emily: You think that footage gives you a glimpse into the mind and thinking of your opponent?

Eyesnsane: It’s two fold, the way I look at it. On the one hand yes, I do think that is exactly how the man thinks, over the past few weeks his actions have matched those words. On the other hand, for me anyway it serves as motivation. He is just like so many others I have run into around here since my arrival a year ago. You know people though a year ago, that I should not have been in the Carnal Contendership match.

Emily: Do you think things between you and Juan will finally be brought to a head tonight, when you two face off?

Eyesnsane: As much as I would like to say yes, the rational answer is no. Look at it this way, Juan came into the FWA on the heels of Chris Kennedy. From the looks of things he might have been as fast rising as Kennedy. He came in here thinking he should be fighting Drazin, Porter, Kennedy, Anthony and the likes. He was undefeated for his first month and won the Young Lions title. Then he chose me, he chose to start a little war of words with me. You know, he even once said I was nothing more than a stepping stone for guys like him. However, when it comes right down to it, he’s not been able to beat me. We’ve gone round and round back and forth, but tonight, tonight I will hand the man a beating unlike any he has experienced in his life. I plan on putting this thing to rest once and for all.

[He gets up from his seat having finished taping his wrists, and walks over to his locker. He gets out a small container that has black face paint in it, and begins to draw lines on his face. After a moment he replaces the container and reaches into his locker and grabs the Young Lions championship belt and returns to his seat, laying the belt across his lap.]

Emily: Would you say things have gotten personal, between you and Juan?

Eyesnsane: Huh, personal. Let’s see, the man has made it clear to anybody who will listen that he would like to end my career. He’s attacked me in the back. He’s gone to management in an attempt to get me fined and suspended. The man has had matches with me and gotten himself DQ’ed on purpose. You know at a certain point, things become obvious, and then it occurred to me. Juan does not just want to just win this title back, he wants to hurt me, he wants to cripple me, he wants to be the first man to be able to claim he has done damage to Over the Edge. He tried to get in Killemall’s by running his mouth about things he has no clue about. He spewed his trash in Alana’s direction. Maybe it’s personal for him, but tonight I am going to take care of business.

Emily: Speaking of Over the Edge, more specifically, Alana. Is there something going on romantically between you and her as it seems Juan may have struck a nerve with his rhetoric toward her?

Eyesnsane: Alana is my friend, and my manager. That’s it, that’s all. Why everybody wants to make something else out of it is beyond me. Though I would say in Juan’s case it must speak to him grasping at straws to get to me. He has to try to create a situation to take advantage of.

Emily: Eyes it’s been a year. Oh, I’m sorry can I call you Eyes?

Eyesnsane: Yeah, that’s fine (With a sly smirk on his face)


Emily: Eyes, it been a year now since your start here in the FWA, how do you feel looking back on it?

Eyesnsane: So, far it’s been a hell of a ride. I have worked with some really great talent. I’ve had ups and some downs, but who doesn’t in this business? I’m out here doing what I love and having fun while doing it, not to mention I have my friends here doing it with me. Over the Edge has become the hottest group in the FWA and we’re only just getting started. I get to top that all off with the fact that in my first year I won the Young Lions championship, which is for me a big deal, especially when you think of the fact that there are some guys who never win a title, or never win a singles title, but like I said all of this is the beginning.

Emily: Any final thoughts on your match tonight with Juan?

[The camera angle focuses on Eyesnsane and zooms in for a close up on him.]

Eyesnsane: The time for talk has ended; you can call me all the names you want. You run out and tell the people I’m some kind of flip flopper. (Laughs) Really, are we running for office? This is not politics, but unlike you I have come out here week after week and done exactly what I said I was going to do since I first got here, and that’s what I want, when I want, and how I want. I’m nothing like you Juan; I don’t go shooting my mouth off about how great I am without having the ability to back it up. You’ve questioned me talking about respect, don’t get it twisted I respect those who earn mine, while at the same time I walk down that aisle, get in that ring and earn respect for myself. You see I’m what they call a quick study, I’ve learned that respect is not something you can just walk around demanding, but you’ll learn that sooner or later. Now you’re running around talking about destroying me, leaving me beaten and bloody. Juan you could not get that job done at Trial by Fire, so what in the hell makes you think… wait a minute, I forgot about your new favorite book you just learned how to read.[Eyesnsane reaches under the table and pulls out a copy of “The Little Engine That Could”; he opens it and turns a couple of pages.] Yep, there it is right there, you just keep saying to yourself, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. Well let me tell you right now, [He throws the book behind him over his shoulder.] you can think what you want all night long, but in the end it ain’t gonna make a bit of difference. So, what I want you to do is bring your silly little dungeons and dragons ass done to the ring, oh and don’t forget you little chair wrapped in barb wire, you make sure you bring that. Because you and I are going to settle this once and for all, once again I am going to beat you into a near death experience, I am going to retain my Young Lions title, and I am going to slam the door shut on you ever getting another shot at this belt so long as I have it. Juan you need to enjoy each and every moment you can before this match starts, because when it’s over, I will be the only one to walk out of that ring. Oh, and just one more thing… [He reaches under the table yet again, this time pulling out from underneath it, a sledgehammer.] All the matches in Japan, you like to talk about so much have not prepared you for the hell and brutality you are about to experience, TONIGHT YOU FIND OUT WHY EYESNSANE!! [Getting up from the chair, he places the Young Lions belt over his right should and the sledgehammer over his left shoulder.] What I did to Scott Chadwick, was love taps compared to what I am going to do to you.

[He walks out of the room without another word and the shot fades to black. As he enters the hallway, Killemall is standing right there. They give each other a fist pound, and Eyesnsane continues to walk through the back. He turns a corner and Scott Chadwick is standing at a refreshment table holding a cup of coffee. Scott’s hand holding the cup begins to shake and some of the coffee spills. Scott suddenly starts to sweat, and then without a word said, Scott Chadwick falls to the ground having passed out. Eyesnsane looks down for a moment and shakes his head for a moment, then continues his walk. He turns another corner and security is lined up in two lines of five on either side of the hallway, once Eyesnsane is in the middle of them they turn and walk with him seeming to be guarding him. After a few moments they make it to the entrance way to the ramp. The security guards stop, turn and look at him, he turns his head to the left and then to the right. Get Me by Twista hits the speakers, but Eyesnsane continues to stand there until the chorus of the song hit for a second time and then he walks out onto the ramp to an equal amount of cheers and boos.]

[Death Approaches]

'What have you done?'

The scene opens up in an empty arena. The ring is put up and so are the lights, the stage is already set for Aces High. The arena is empty except for one man, he is sitting in the center of the ring, he is crossed legged. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t have a shirt on, he is wearing blue jeans and black boots, he has the FWA TV Championship resting in his lap, both of his forearms are extended forward, with his fingers extended forward too. His arms are touching his chest by the sides. It is Anthony, the FWA TV Champion. No noise is heard around the arena, it is dead silent. Not even Anthony’s breathing is heard. He stays in there, sitting silently for a couple of more minutes, until he finally opens his mouth, passing his tongue by his lips, as he starts talking. His warm, deep voice echoes throughout the empty arena.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Meditation… something simple… yet it can relax you so much. It clears your mind, it opens it up, it lets you think clearer. It helps you concentrate in whatever you do. Meditation isn’t something for everyone; it takes patience… years of practice. It takes years to be able to concentrate under any circumstance without meditation. To meditate with your eyes open is called the final stage of meditation… to open your third eye is something hard… to be one with yourself and the universe, you need to open your third eye… don’t get me wrong, I am not in that stage yet, but I am sure getting there…”

He stays seated there, not moving an inch. Only his chest is moving by his breathing.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Why am I doing it now? Because lately, my mind hasn’t been on the ring. It has been on millions of different places, on millions of thoughts and the last thing I was thinking of was in FWA… Am I a bad champion? No, did you catch me in a bad moment? Yes. I am only human, I am not perfect, nor do I pretend to be. I am far from perfect. But, in this moment I can say that we all are, from the weakest wrestler to the strongest one, we are all human, we all commit errors, we all bleed the same color. And that exact fact is why we shouldn’t critique one another. We all have our flaws; I admit that I do have them too. That is why this week I needed to meditate, not because of my opponent, not because I am nervous, but to see my own flaws.”

He finally opens up his eyes and looks down bellow at the title belt sitting on his lap, he won the title last year when almost all titles changed hands at Red, White and Bruised, his eyes are laid upon it, talking but not looking at anything else.

.:: Anthony ::.
“Last week I lost against Drazin after a long streak of winning. That may not seem much as Drazin is currently number one contender for the FWA Title, but after a long streak of winning, it is. You see, after winning so many matches in a row and after defeating such big names as Bullseye, APAB and Gabrielle, you seem to think that you are invincible, that nothing will stop you. But then comes the reality check. That’s what this match became for me. A reality check, don’t mistake me, I am not mad because of the outcome, but I was shocked by it. Drazin defeated me, something that I got too cocky to admit, that I was going to get defeated sooner or later. You see, that is why I am here, that’s why I was meditating, I needed time for myself, to think, to redeem myself and think what was going to be my strategy in this match…”

He gets up, puts the title on his shoulder and walks to one of the turnbuckles. He puts the title that was on his shoulder in the turnbuckle and looks down on it, his face reflecting on the gold plate of the title.

.:: Anthony ::.
”My career… heh, my career has been of that of a normal wrestler. One that started on the bottom and climbed slowly to the top. As some of you may know I almost quit now, my career is very different now from what it used to be, hell, I have to admit, I was way cockier then than what I am now. That is what has given me a chance to prove myself, that I don’t have to insult people to show them that I am better, that I don’t say that I am better than my opponent just because ‘I am God’s gift to FWA’ but I do it with a valid argument. That is the difference between my opponent and me. You see, while I try to say why I will win, my opponent simply insults his opposition and only says that he’ll beat the living hell out of them. This is of course, the Rebel Badass. You see, I respected this guy, I saw him when I was in the bottom I said ‘Damn this guy is good, he is just what he says he is, a Rebel and a badass’ within my first year of wrestling here, I saw the guy and admired him, but as time passed, I saw that it was all the same. That he couldn’t adapt to the situation he was put in, that he couldn’t adapt to the crowd, but most importantly that he couldn’t adapt to his opponent. It was all the same and as a wrestler, it became boring to see him talk all that he did and insult every single wrestler in the company, not respecting what every single one of us do. He simply spat on our faces saying that he was the only one fighting against management and ‘the man.’ It was insulting because we all did our part… then he started bragging about his past and what he had done… then he started messing with me… that’s when it all went bad for him.”

He turns around and walks to the center of the ring, his hands behind his back and a serious look.

.:: Anthony ::.
”You see, you can say anything you want to the roster, I don’t care, I won’t notice what you say until you actually do tell it to me directly and start messing with me. And oh Rebel, you did that… more than once, I have already beaten you, what? Three, four times? I thought that you would have gotten my message already, you don’t mess with me and come out unharmed Rebel. Rebel is a person that brags about ‘being the reincarnation of Aliester Crowley’ and that Manson is your ancestor… that you have a sort of connection with that murdered… that you are one of the best there is because of who you supposedly were or who was your family. I don’t have to brag about my past to show that I am great, I don’t have to talk about my ancestors to show that I am better than anyone. I am who I am because I pulled for myself. I don’t brag about the past as I only care for the present. And I assure you that the fans do only care about that too…”

He stops walking and stands in the very center of the ring, putting both of his hands together and looking directly at the camera. Taking a deep breath after pausing for a second.

.:: Anthony ::.
“You see Rebel, you have gotten enough shots at me already, losing them all, so why should you be here? Stealing a shot that someone else could have and selflessly making it your own. So Rebel, I’ll go back to the very basic question of this sport: What have you done to deserve it? It is a question used a lot in this sport, but it is a question used only by the veterans. A year ago, when I arrived in FWA, I hated to be asked this question, as I am sure you hate to be asked right now. But you know, after a while I started meditating, analyzing that question, I asked myself ‘Why?’ At the start, I didn’t have an answer to the question, ‘Why do I deserve a title?’ I couldn’t answer it. At first, I asked myself that question, it brought me almost to my self-destruction; it almost made me quit FWA. But then I realized that I couldn’t give up, otherwise I would never be able to answer that question, I didn’t give up, I kept on going. I started winning time and time again, I started becoming successful, answers started popping up in my mind for the question, I defeated people I never thought I could defeat, I gained confidence. And when it was all said and done, when it came time for me to compete for the TV Title I could answer the question. No, no, no. I couldn’t only answer the question but I could ask it myself. Now I ask you this Rebel: What have you done to deserve it? I’ll tell you what you have done to deserve it as of late, nothing. You used to be a great wrestler, but your legacy has been stained as of late. Your performances have been horrible lately; you have been performing to a level so low that no one expected you to. People used to respect you Rebel, no one does respects you now. You should have given up after your second match against me Rebel; it isn’t something I just say because I am scared of you beating me, hell no, I have defeated you enough times already, but because it’s what everyone thinks about you. Rebel, this is your last shot at the TV title, I would say, take the opportunity by the horns and try and succeed, but in this occasion, you don’t even deserve that Rebel, this is your fourth shot at me and it will end no different than how it has every other time. Rebel, I’d normally wish you good luck in the match, but this time, I am wishing good luck to you personally, in coming out of this match walking by yourself. Because when I am done with you, you will never forget, that you don’t mess with the TV champion… because I am not standing aside anymore for people like you… I will not stand in the background anymore while you try to bully us into what you want to do because from now on I will start acting against people like you… and I will show you why… I am a legend of wrestling…

Anthony finally grins at the camera, the cocky grin always presents on his face as he ends talking, he knows what lies ahead: total victory. He turns around and gets his title as the camera fades away…

[Stratusphere]

Carnal Contendership Match

ImMortality

Part A: It’s all about the game

The scene opens up with Alexx sitting on a long white couch with a champagne flute filled with a dark red liquid. Alexx takes a sip of the drink before sighing. The hottest thing alive is wearing a white suit. He then looks deeply into the camera’s eye.

Alexx: Wow! It’s already this time of year. I feel like it was just yesterday, the last time…

He takes another sip.

Alexx: Yes, it’s time for a new Mortal Kombat game!

Alexx takes his hand out form behind the couch and takes out the new game.

Alexx: But I do know that not the entire world is familiar of Mortal Kombat. Well, MK is a tournament for the sake of several realms actually, I don’t really care, and they only pay me to do this! But to help the world to understand who are the characters of the game comparing them to the many superstars of Carnal Contendership. First comes Baraka. Baraka is actually an evil tool. That guy comes with long steel blades and long sharp teeth. This guy is in our universe the Rebel Bad Ass. He is so much a tool, I feel like in a hardwood store when he is near me. And as a redneck, we can hardly understand what he says when he is in the ring or on the microphone; we only have to try to go with what we think he says… But let’s remember that even though Baraka has still his long blades… Well, Bad Ass doesn’t have any… and that’s his problem, at least he could have at least a chance to win the match… now his chances are near zero! I mean, Baraka is a soldier of the evil army, that’s the problem of soldier, they aren’t the one seen as the winner of the war, they look like tools and Rebel will only help if he’s able to get rid of some people, but we all know that by the end he will be out of the match as soon as he came in… And there is Kabal, the policeman deformed by something, he looks like a monster, but he’s supposed to be nice, but it’s the kind of people you don’t want to go near, especially with his things that helps him breathe, ewww, well, this one, we can see ourselves look at Cassandra Crotch and get the same feeling. Every time I look at him I am repulsed, I know he’s supposed to be the good guy and everything, but you can’t actually cheer for something like that? No wonder, he’s a mysterious loner! He’s fugly as heck! I mean, yes, we have to accept people like they are, it helps them grow their own spine, to be confident in themselves… but do you know what helps too? A good plastic surgery! Every time, I look at him, I hope not to have retinal damage… sometimes I take the glasses from someone in my crew so he can be less neat to look at… And yes, maybe he could win the battle royale to help the kids think to always believe in yourself, but I will show them, that when you are ugly especially like him, you can keep trying and trying you won’t be as good as the beautiful people…

Alexx takes a PS3 controller from the table near him.

Alexx: And then there’s Jax, the good military police kind of guy. Strongly build, always there to defend the realms. But never actually being a winner no where, like actually that sad Bullseye Johnson. He’s been here for so long, but what did he managed to do… actually not that much! He’s always there defending his territory, but he’s not adventurous, he’s not created to take the reigns of his life, he is senseless soldier. He plays by the rules, because the rules were created for a reason to get followed. He never stepped out of the line and that’s his main problem, he’s too right, he’s too rational not enough. Plus, Jax has this confidence problem so installed those robotic arms on himself… Bullseye actually has a confidence problem too, he’s afraid to not fit in, to expand his horizon plus he hides behind his muscles… Talking about lack of confidence, let’s talk about my dear friend Carmine “Grim” Reaper is actually the useless Nightwolf. Sorry, Mr. MK, but it’s true, I’ve read the story, I don’t really the point of this character, yes to represent the Native American prides of America, but still you could’ve at least tried to make him useful… Pretty much like Carmine, nobody really knows where to put him and what to do with him. He’s a good wrestling talent, but he’s an horrible character… There’s no purpose for someone with this lack of character… And for the ones doubting what I am saying, it’s easy… when did you really learn to know him? When Thomas took care of Carmine’s girlfriend… Wow! Really that’s what you call a good character, without any support he can stand by himself… Like Nightwolf, he’s boring because his character is based on nothing except his origin, there’s no place for him… Yes, Nightwolf is a shaman, a spirit guide whatever, you know there’s a place for this kind of people called: a church… You know where nobody goes! And Carmine, that’s pretty much it, if he stayed home, it would be pretty the same!... And what about the “Amazing” Ryan Rondo, he is totally Johnny Cage. You know that Movie star, the famous star for movies like Ninja Mime! Ninja Mime really and he thinks he is a star? Pretty much like Ryan Rondo, you got one hit as X Champion… and I totally blew him off! He’s a straight A loser. Rondo, when will you learn that you have no chance of being amazing as Lindsay Lohan as chance of making a good movie… Really? Johnny Cage is that kind of douche, and when you see Ryan you can actually smell the walking bag. Rondo stop thinking that you are so big and do something, something people can see that that you actually are! But for the moment they only see a big head walking, like a Tyrannosaurus, you know they couldn’t reach their mouths… Well this one is pretty much the same, you say a lot of crap, but you don’t do much… I will wait to see, but you’ll only fail like usual and end a loser, like always!

Alexx starts playing, moving his controller.

Alexx: JUMP! JUMP! Then there’s a character called Noob Saibot, who is the oldest Sub Zero, who was resurrected in the Netherrealms, which is like hell and he lost his soul… he’s quite messed up… like Charon AKA Death… He’s one of those cuckoo people! You know he walks around wondering around and haunting… And he tried to pull this off on me… but he did not… I’m not a wuss; I act like only to get rid of him… so he bothers someone else, I have other horse to whip! Like Noob who can control is shadow to beat you up, Charon thinks that all that surrounds him, his aura and the spirits will do the job… But sorry, it doesn’t! Charon in a job like wrestling you can’t actually think that magic is real! You need to bring it yourself, something you don’t seem to be able by applying the rules, eh? I do remember the cheap shot, ass butt!! And there’s the youngest Sub Zero, the one that takes the character’s trait after the first game and tournament! The one that is one of the images of the story, the main star with Scorpion, the one we want to win… Like Nemesis… He’s one of the main stars of Crossfire always near the main event, trying to get a spotlight… And he deserves it, but like Sub Zero, he’s not winning! I am planning on it; Nemesis won’t be the winner… He’s too generic, he’s too much the one we await to see win. It’s too conventional, Carnal Contendership is about surprises and the same for this new rendition of Mortal Kombat, the end will surprise you…

Alexx whispers.

Alexx: Shao Khan is revealed to be Santa Claus…

Normal voice.

Alexx: Just kidding! But Sub Zero is a character too generic, he’s like all the other ninja with a speciality, but a after getting and understanding the character, you get bored and you don’t bring him to win and actually you don’t want him to win it! Like nobody wants to Nemesis to win and he won’t…. I have other plans! I, Mileena hottest thing that was created in the pits of Shang Tsung’s labs… and some think that my beauty is actually from magic or sorcery. It’s plausible, but it’s not real, I’m a hundred percent real! But Mileena isn’t only hot, if you watch at her closely you will notice that she is mostly deadly! With her sharp teeth and deadly look she’s the perfect combination of beauty and beast, like I am… you may judge me by my looks, but you’ll see that there’s more… That’s it’s about time for me to show what’s up with my character, like in the new game Mileena shows her real fangs and shows that she’s better version of Kitana! And you have to get ready, ‘cuz I’m ready to launch myself in this match to stay on top!!! You will see… I will be the winner of the match, I will use my strategy, tactics, looks and deranged mind to surpass all those characters that stands in my way to be the ruler of this match! And yes there lots of other character that awaits me in this match, but I’m ready to face them all, ‘cuz all of them are pawns in my game… I will win and if they stand to long in my way it’ll be bloody! So no one can stop this ascension!

The camera starts to fade away.

Alexx: Now, can I get my check… Wow I really need new scriptors.

The whole screen is now all black.

Narrator: Alexx wins…. FATALITY!

Part B: The stake

This new scene opens up on Alexx now in a whole pure white room. He sits in the middle of it. Eyes closed, he breathes slowly and deeply, it’s not the Alexx we are used to see, dressed in tight white yoga pants and shirt. Alexx starts speaking with his eyes still closed, in a relaxed state.

Alexx: It’s useful in this type of stressful event to learn to control your feelings… This week an epic match happens the famous Carnal Contendership… This special battle royale featuring both Fight Night and Crossfire and maybe some surprises... This kind of event makes you or breaks you, it’s a lot of stress to overcome, that’s why I started yoga, it’s a great way to build your body and relax at the same time… Plus this outfit is hard to look away from… Stress, when badly controlled is an awful enemy to overcome, actually it’s the worst enemy you have. You feel all this pressure… Don’t you? You feel the pressure not to fail, the pressure to entertain the fans, the pressure to not be able to surpass all the other superstars… And if you doubt, you’ll get crushed, that’s why I’ll be the calmest thing alive, I will be focused, I will be sure of myself and that’s what is the key…

Alexx changes position into a crawling Cobra and stretches himself real good, we can actually see that Alexx’s head can almost reach his toes which are lifted too.

Alexx: You know a lot is at stake in this match… It’s a match that tests all your capacities in the ring, your ability to build momentum, your ability to be a strategic player in the game, your ability to use your opponent against himself, et cetera, et cetera. And it’s a lot to overcome. But we all want what is at the end of the match, the contendership for one of the World Championships… The Carnal Contendership, is the chance to show the world that you are ready to step it up, that you are in a point in your career to be ready to be in this match, to be with the champions and the Elite, you know those ones who always get the championship opportunities or the championship belt without asking, the Stu St. Clair, the Nemesisisises (?)… And, by now, I know that most of those men don’t have what it takes to be one of those immortals, one of those legends… You may think that it’s unfair, that they shouldn’t get treated differently than the rest, but the bosses know that they can deliver and they’ve worked for it, except maybe for one person… And most of these guys in the match know that actually don’t have any chance in the match, they try to keep their hopes up, but for what’s it worth they have already given up in their minds, or at least they should… But I won’t… I know that for the time, I’ve been in this company, that I can handle myself in the ring, that I can be in this Elite, actually that I should’ve been in this Elite for a long time, but people always looked over me, because sometimes, I didn’t deliver. But that happens, I keep myself ready for real challenges… I’ve shown recently that I can handle Stu St. Clair and only to be able to stay in the ring with him alive is an accomplishment, but actually being able to stay in the ring with him without being pinned or submit is something to write into books, for two weeks, I was able to show him that I am no little lower carder like some people might actually think… I know that some underestimate me still, since I prance around and brag about my looks, and that hurts me because they only think of me as a pretty face, that when I get a victory, that I was lucky… That I used some kind of trick to be able to get the victory, but the only trick I use is my head! I may look silly to you, because I am beautiful and sexy and handsome and gorgeous and cute and a bombshell and a hot piece of butt and the hottest thing ever to have ever lived and ever will… What was I saying? I lost my train of thoughts while describing myself… Anyway, I am ready to be up there on the poster! I am ready to the last man standing, and I don’t hope it like those losers that don’t stand a chance like…

Alexx then starts stretching his back, like a salute to the sun.

Alexx: Those losers à la Grizzly Joe, or XXX, they enter the match only to make more people in the match, only to make it like it was hard with them around, I mean those people make this match easier, it gives you a break before you go after the big names… And for this year, I actually feel like a big name, I am the one to beat. I have no other options this year than to win the Carnal Contendership and go win the FWA World Championship of my choice! I am ready to be an immortal… the ones that the Americans speak into their history books! I will be the biggest thing ever… I am ready to be bigger than I am right now, and actually I’m one of the biggest FWA superstars in the history, but I am ready to make even more about myself… So there’s another reason that I need to be ready for what’s at stake! My body needs to be ready for even more attention that I’ll get and get ready to give even more than before to the whole FWA… Some may see as a possibility, but for me it’s an obligation… It’s my time to shine, it’s about time! The real question is: What if your biggest dream would you are ready for it?

Alexx twists the other side around into a back bridge.

Alexx: So, are you? You few moments before I get crowned Carnal Conterdership Winner, so you better get ready for an unimaginable celebration! ‘Cuz from now on, FWA will be bigger than everything there was, I will make FWA bigger than Oprah, Céline Dion, World War II combined, so get ready, you should, first go get prepped. I want to see the crowd in big gowns and tuxs… I am getting ready, I have a lot to stand for… this week a lot is at stake and it will be the beginning of the new FWAlexx… Now get going I’ve got more to do…

Alexx keeps on stretching as the camera fades away.

The End

[JJ Smooth]

Promo #1~ X-Division Championship Match 'Street Fight' vs. XXX

The proverbial low lit room is not the setting this time ladies and gentlemen instead we give you not fancy scenery and setting, instead only blunt direct shots as such, the camera wastes no time in picking out it's objective, it's Cameron Cross sitting in a chair looking pensive. He shifts his weight almost in a manner that would make some believe that he is quite a jittery person. Cross almost seems at a loss as to where he wants to begin speaking....

CC- "So.....let me get this straight...for the umpteenth time...Trips..you come out...talking about how I took what was rightfully yours...stole YOUR legacy...and your identity...so your response...is to steal the X-Division Title belt?!??

Cross scratches his head briefly

CC- "Admittedly Trips, you may HOLD the gold...but that's still MY name etched across the nameplate above where it says 'Champion'. Doesn't it sting you to wake up and see that everyday Trips?!?? Does it make you come out of your skin to see that despite all that you've think you've gone ahead and done...that it's still me that is the clear winner in all of this?!?? Tell me something Trips...what exactly has changed?!?? So you have the actual title belt...big deal...know how many times I could've stolen it off of Alexx...PLENTY...care to guess how many times I felt the need to?

Cross holds up fingers in shape of '0'

That's right ol' laughingstock...big doze of ZIPPO for that answer. And that's one of the things that seperates us as competitors Trips, you come out...whining that someone has shit in your cereal, without even giving the benefit of a courtesy wipe, screaming that it's everyone else's fault, including mine, that you 'lost what was yours...your legacy...your place in society' whereas you come out here...cheap shot me...take my belt...and yes Trips it's still mine, and you know what all of this REALLY means Trips?!?? You've become the thing you've despised for so long. And you say it's out of 'desperation'. I kindly disagree....you are not acting as one in desperation, you are not starving, not thirsting for something to drink, nor in need of any basic surviving things like shelter or clothing...no Trips what you were REALLY doing was an act of a coward, and a sad human being. All your life you've dealt with the "Francois's" of the world, who have catered to your every whim, desire, and need. Yet, here in the good ol' fashion REAL WORLD..where the rest of us live, you've got to earn your keep. Something you STILL have yet to learn in your time being seperated from the rest of your family due to the shame you consistently bring upon them...and their name. You've become the street rat Trips...hell, even a street rat would detest being linked with the likes of you....you've become even more irrelevant and destitute in the time you've spent in exile....and all you have to show for it...is a piece of gold...that no one on this earth will ever believe you've earned....and now you want a match..but not just any match...a street fight...for that same piece of Gold?!?? Maybe you fancy yourself the more experienced person in this brand of match, seeing as you being out on the streets now for all of what...3...4 months??!? But allow me to explain how the 'REAL STREET' works...this coming from a city guy with no 'silver spoon' embedded in his ass....in the street, you don't bitch...nor whine..no matter how the fight ends up....it's just you..and the other guy...no help....anything goes...you protect your own..that's the code of the street...you FINALLY willing to own up Trips?!?? Because, when I beat you...this IS it...there is NO MORE...you are out of my hair...for as long as I hold the title...AND the BELT as well...This very well could end with plenty of blood shed on the pavement all throughout the streets...but in the end Trips...know 2 facts...1) I'm walking in and OUT as Champion...and #2) There's not a DAMN THING you can do ABOUT EITHER of them.

Cross gets up from the chair...and begins to pace around...

Promo #2~ Carnal Contendership Match coming next!!!

[Jake Poueff]

I had a huge and awesome text written,but when I went to "preview" it,the whole think crashed and all of it vanished. So,yeah,sorry for the suckyness,but I'm pissed off ALL of it went down the drain. And believe me,it was awesome.

So yeah,instead of it,we have just a crappy classic promo that I wrote in the last 30 minutes with 0 inspiration. And I forgot all my power lines,awesome. Since Statusphere made me want to play MK,now I don't really have any patience to write.

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REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!

Personal Jesus hits as the pillows go wild and the bedsheets pop harder than a virgin getting laid.
Jake opens his eyes,lying on his bed,still made,with his gear and black jacket on. He focused on the cracked ceiling. Jesus Christ,now the ceiling aswel? Awesome,just awesome...

The phone continues to ring. Jake picks it up,without getting up from his bed.

Jake Poueff: What now? *background noise* Yeah? *background noise* Finally... so,how much is it? *background noise* Really? I'm a Personal Jesus but come on,I don't... *background noise* Yeh,and how would that be an option? This is my life we're talking about here... *background noise* Only option?

>>>Scene Cut<<<

Jake is now sitting in his bed,his cellphone lying before him.
The warm day has now switched to a dark night. Light years away.

Jake Poueff: I'm tired of this crap... I mean,I'm really sick of it

He takes some seconds to breathe and then focuses on the camera again.

Jake Poueff: You see,I had a huge deal made here. I spent hours and hours working,nonstop,focused on you. Yeah,focused on the love child of Dolph Ziggler and Mike Mizanin,who'd knew I'd sink so low? Point is,I had you done. Hell you could threw me against everyone,I had them... but apparently,my huge heart had colesterol and broke down. Ironic,isn't it? Yeah,but it doesn't mean you have a chance rooks.

Jake looks down at his legs,obviously still there.

I really have to hire a new narrator,jeez,you're crap. Get out of here. I'll do the talking alone...

Why?! What have I done to...

Now. Quick. I have crap to deal with.

Jake Poueff: As I was saying... I studied you,I saw every match you had here. I'm not in a mood for poetry or to being anything near poetic,I'm pissed off,so I'm just going to say things as they are. Your debut in FWA had more botches than our FWA Champion has STDs.

You know what? Scratch that,I'll be poetic

You know when we take a crap and then go to whipe our ass? We take out the toilet paper and rip some of it apart from the rest of it. We bend it in two and do it. After one hit,we bend it and redo. Sometimes people take a wrong turn and then get all sides with crap,inside included. See,it never happened to me,and neither to you. That was your fricking first step. And you dare to call that "Wonderful"

And after that amazing debut,you're going to do your heroic and reckoning return to the ring in one of the biggest Pay-Per-Views of the year in a... dark match. That just shows how much of a mark you left. How much you actually matter.
To me,this isn't even a debut,it's just a chance for my Broken Army to see their Personal Jesus once again before the cameras are actually on.

I can even predict your speach. You'll start off by mocking what I said and claiming "that only got me angrier". You'll follow up saying "I can beat your ass bitch" ,"I have you in the palm of my hand" and even "I'll be the world champion in no time". You'll probably finish off with "I guaran-damn-tee I have you beat" and "I AM BETTER THAN YOU". Generic. Simply put,you're the Simple Plan of FWA. Sing me "One" and I'll smash a guitar on your head,jesus christ...

You're just like some other 40 guys that signed up to FWA,in the last month only. You claim you're "Wonderful",that you have it in you,that no one can beat you. If you really believe that,then you either are just another delusional ignorant,or you think that it can get you over,even that it can get you over me,that you can get your arm over me. My money is on the first one,cause you'll probably be crushed by the Broken Army,the fans,the people,before you get to the ring.
Cue: this is where you say it doesn't matter what they say,that you'll still be awesome.

You’ve failed to take the bull by the horns and you allow me to show you just how dire your situation is.

For someone who has been burning with desire to get a crack at the Messiah, you’ve showed no ambition.

You choose to fall wayside.

Practically laying down your sword and expecting me to allow you to pick it up and thrust it into my midsection at your convenience.

But now, not only will you not be able to reach your sword.

I’m going to make sure you fall on it.

So continue to set up whatever story you have and get ready to drop it after my vicious promo hits.

Hell, include a little hybrid and use what I’ve said against you.

Make sure it’s super long too.

Watch out!

Because everybody loves it since it’s never been done before, right?

Really mesh it altogether in one giant bowl and present it to the world with that crap eating grin of yours.

Because the people here who work tirelessly likely need something to give them a good night’s rest.

And once you’re done and are about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking you have a chance...

That's when you should finally get it through your skull…

Your quantity is nothing like my quality.

Your best couldn’t beat me at my weakest.

And everybody here knows that.

Hence why the odds were never in your favor.

So do what you must to get yourself off and think that you will be judged favorably.

Even though you have no idea what actually appeases the masses.

And me?

I’m fine.

I don’t want your additional work.

Because I don’t need to see another boring and generic fable.

I don’t need you to provide me with any more ammunition.

Trust me, the chamber is always full.

And the gun is pressing against your temple, just waiting for me to pull the trigger.

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And what exactly should be the moral of this story for you?



Know what you’re getting yourself into.

Just because you think there may be similarities between us, doesn't mean there are.

Because that misconception is what put you in this mess in the first place.

You choose to ignore history and you’ll be doomed to repeat it.

Waiting until the last minute to speak up just proves that you don’t have any idea what you’re doing right now.

And that’s ok.

I just wish the FWA higher ups didn’t have me wasting my time with someone who has is just another easy target. I don't want easy targets,I haven't come here for that. I came to FWA with a reason,I want the

And we aren’t one in the same.

You fight for good. You chase after beings like me.

I play with weak people like you. Toying with you until your last breath before swallowing you whole. That's what the Personal Jesus does,that's what I do,that's my light.

I enjoy the destruction, whereas you try to prevent it.

So don’t think you know the beast before you.

That you can sympathize or relate to it.

Because you truly are clueless.

And ignorance is not bliss in this situation.

A formality just wasting my time with someone who should've been trying to get in the 90210 cast instead of getting their ass handed to them by the Devil's Spawn.

Nero,the emperor,burned the christians. He throwed them to the lions. He burned the ignorance. He did well. And so will I.

The Broken Army warned you.
See ya in the big drum you generic waste of skin.

[Est.1991]

*What a Wonderful World* hits over the speaker system. The fans at the IZOD center are booing. From the back, “Wonderful” William Stevenson makes his way from the curtains wearing a perfectly fitting white suit. He’s wearing white gator boots and has his hair pulled back in a pony tail. He already has a microphone in his hand and is grinning at the fans in attendance. He walks down the ramp, taking his time, before walking up the steps and getting in the ring. As his music plays, Stevenson paces around the ring as the fans continue to boo him. As his music fades out and the lights come on, the fans boos are louder than ever. Stevenson seems to like the hatred. Stevenson lets the crowd die down before he addresses them…*

Ladies and Gentlemen, you are looking at your new hero in the FWA! You are looking at the man who will single-handedly lead this company into the greatest era it has ever witnessed…

*Stevenson looks around the stadium at the fans. He looks disgusted. He shows them a slight grin before taking a deep breath and yelling out*

The Wonderful Era!

*The fans in attendance boo extremely loud, not liking the idea, but Stevenson continues, not missing a single beat*

Yes that’s right, The Wonderful Era. Saying it twice is even better.

*The fans in attendance now boo even louder in the direction of William Stevenson. Stevenson begins talking a little calmer, addressing the fans with as much respect as he can possibly be bothered to give*

Because you see, I’m the man your wife wants to be with, and I am the man you fat slobs wish that you could be! You sit home on your bean bag chair, eating Cheeto’s watching FWA, and you turn it up when I’m talking, because you know that when I open my mouth, something of substance is going to come out. Some would call me “The Man’s Man”, others would call me simply Wonderful. When you go to sleep at night, you dream that for one day, just one hour, one minute, you could step into my wrestling boots…

*A huge “you suck” chant breaks out, William Stevenson seems to enjoy the publicity. He continues on…*

And while all you tools are sleeping, dreaming you could be me, your wife is wide awake. You see, your wife is in the living room, wearing nothing but a “Wonderful” William Stevenson T-shirt, loading up her DVR, so she can watch me again! She gladly pays the extra 10 bucks a month just so she can record and rewind to me anytime her little heart desires… After a full night of William Stevenson replaying on your flat screen, you wake up, and she tells you she needs a real man, a man like “Wonderful” William Stevenson! Deep down in your heart, you know she’s right. You know that your wife would be so much happier with a man like me.

*The guys in the arena are booing very loudly at Stevenson, but the women are quiet, listening to Stevenson*

Because deep down you all know, everybody in this arena knows, that when you turn on your little TV’s, when you FWA Wrestlers turn on your little monitors in the back, and you see me on the screen, when you hear me speak, you realize that nobody in the back, nobody in the FWA Hall of Fame, nobody that has yet to be signed to FWA, can ever even come close to matching my pure and utter, talent. You will never be able to find another person as Wonderful and as Charismatic as the man you people are staring at, right here!

*The fans are now booing profusely and some start a “BOOORRRINNNGGG” chant, in which Stevenson flips the bird and shows it around the entire FWA arena at all of the spectators in the stands! He continues talking*

Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you people? Nobody, has what it takes to go toe to toe with William Stevenson. Nobody can be lucky enough to beat me in this ring. This ring is MY playground, I don’t care who you are, what you’ve got, or how long you’ve been here, I came here with a vision and I can guarantee you that I will not leave until my destiny is fulfilled! Until everybody out here, everybody in that locker room and the millions of couch potatoes around the world, know who I am, than my job is not done.

*The fans genuinely hate Mr. William Stevenson and are booing him like crazy. Stevenson soaks it all up, as if he’s pulling his energy from all the hatred from the fans…*

Tonight will be a very special night for all of you idiots here. Because not only does my quest to greatness begin tonight, but you also get to see the talent I have. You get to see exactly who I am and what I’m capable of! Tonight, I lace my boots up for my first match in the FWA and I promise you, it will not be forgotten.

*Stevenson gets more serious now, turning his attention to the tasks at hand, including his debut match tonight*

The man I face tonight goes by the name Jake Poueff and is Fight Nights newest signee. If you haven’t heard by now, my services will reside with Crossfire. I haven’t got the chance to meet the kid but I’ve researched him. Supposedly his father was a drunk and would beat Jake, and finally Jake rebelled and beat his dad to death with a lead pipe. Sounds very brutal… He comes to the FWA with no other reputation than that? He says he’s the leader of the Broken Army… He calls himself many different Metallica song titles, and also, the devil’s spawn.

*Stevenson giggles at the nicknames his future nemesis has chosen, he turns to the camera inside the ring and gets serious, he addresses the camera as if it was Poueff himself*

Am I supposed to be afraid?

*The fans are still booing Stevenson and some are even leaving, but Stevenson Continues*

Listen Jake Poueff, Mr. St. Anger, or whatever, I’m not your drunk dad, and this ring isn’t a lead pipe. If I had a broken army I’d figure out why it’s broken and fix it, and being such a Metallica fan, I thought you already knew, that you beating me in this ring is The Day That Never Comes! You call yourself the devil’s spawn, well let me get religious for just a second…

*Stevenson bows his head and signals for the fans to shut up, and of course they don’t, he lifts his head back up and looks into the camera before speaking*

I’m sure even the ignorant people in this arena have heard the story… In the beginning, god created the Earth… God created light and dark, water and land, and of course, all of us. But the bible leaves out a few facts. First off, God created all of you stupid people for my amusement. God created light so it can shine down on me! God created darkness so everyone who crosses my path will have somewhere to go after I’m through with them! The biggest myth of all is this; God never rested on the Seventh day, no in fact, “Wonderful” William Stevenson was created on the 7th day! That’s right folks, all you sheep who have been following these stories like a pedophile follows a 12 year-old boy, are all WRONG! I am here to bring an end to the current FWA era, and just like God, it takes more than a day to build such an Empire, but there’s always a starting point, there’s always a beginning! Tonight, is the beginning of the Wonderful Era, and Jake Poueff, you are the first name on my list. When we meet here in the middle of this ring tonight, you’ll be met with something so vicious, so unforgiving, that you won’t want to even come back to the FWA! Tonight, at Aces High, The Great Flood of FWA begins. I will unleash my force on all those who deserve it, and those that deserve it will be anyone FWA Management wants to put me up against! Tonight, Mr. Poueff, you will be beaten, battered beyond belief. These obese idiots in these stands will all be shaking at the knees. They will all witness the destruction I bring, tonight. My training and dedication will culminate in this match.

*The fans in the arena don’t take too kindly to Stevenson saying that God personally made him, or that God made everyone else for Stevenson’s amusement and the hate grows more and more as many people are throwing half empty beer cans towards Stevenson, and booing all at the same time, Stevenson gets serious*

Jake Poueff, I’ve got a statement to make so listen very carefully. I’ve witnessed many warriors come and go, I’ve witnessed those who said they were the best, turn out to be garbage. For the last 4 years, I’ve breathed the best. I’ve fought my way through trials and tribulations to be right here, right now. One week ago, I didn’t even know you. Now, I must get past you to continue my journey to greatness. Once our match is over, you may feel distraught, and you may feel worthless, which you probably are, but don’t beat yourself up too much over it, everyone is going to fall to my power, you were just the first guinea pig. I haven’t trained the last 4 years to beat Jake Poueff. I trained the last 4 years to beat EVERYONE. You’re in the big leagues now Jake, everywhere you turn, there are 10 guys who can beat you on any given day. So as you currently walk throughout the backstage area with such confidence and determination, rejoice in that moment, because you will be a changed man as soon as you step through these ropes and meet me face to face. After this match, you will never have confidence or determination again. You’ll walk in the back with your head down, ashamed, avoiding every face you see. This isn’t just a brand vs. brand match, I’m not doing this for the greater good of Crossfire, I’m not worried about bragging rights for my show, I could care less. I’m doing this because I deserve this. I’m doing this because I dream every night of being the FWA Champion. I eat FWA Wheaties for Breakfast, and I take FWA dumps when I’m done. I’ve watched FWA since the beginning, from Sean Kelleher to Ryan Hall, from G-Rich to Ewan Edwards, from Jillian DeSilva to Nate Richardson, and Stu St. Claire to Matt Boudreau. They all have one thing in common: None had the passion I have for this business. All of them grew tired of the business and slowly faded out. Some are still here, but are they still here with the same force and drive that they had earlier on? Absolutely not. They are all either long gone or hanging on by a thread. I am the new class of FWA, I am the future of this organization. You people don’t have to like me, but the fact of the matter is that soon, and I mean soon, you dumbasses will all bow down to my sheer greatness, because nobody who has come before me could do it better, and nobody who comes after me will do it better. That goes for everyone listening, there is no “way of beating William Stevenson”. You just try and try and try and fail. Jake Poueff, your wrestling career changes tonight, and you won’t move on in this organization with a win against me, you can bet your ass on that. I will take you to places in this ring that you didn’t even know existed, I will fight until I can’t fight no more and I can guarantee that will be long after you’ve already given up. A human body can only absorb so much punishment before it just shuts down and gives up. Tonight Poueff, you will feel that punishment. You will feel a type of pain that you’ve never felt before. That lingering feeling of guilt bestowed over you after taking your own dad’s life must have a huge impact on your psychological well-being. But the pain you will receive by my hands will be much much worse. The pain I will give you will be psychological,, emotional and physical. I will make you give up, Jake. I will make all your dreams of being a professional wrestler fade away and you yourself will shut down, one body part at a time. I will pick apart your weaknesses first, and then I will break you down. There is no “What if’s”. There is no chance of you getting your hand raised tonight, unless if it’s the referee checking to see if you’re still conscious. I will win this match tonight, it is too important for me to just let you beat me. Everything I’ve been working for both ends, and begins tonight. I will show all you dumb people in this arena what it’s like to see a winner.

*The fans still boo at Stevenson, no surprise here, Stevenson now seems angry*

I will show all of you that I am not just saying all this just to say it. Everything I’ve said will be justified in this ring tonight. Jake Poueff will be both humbled and defeated. Then, I will move on to the next victim, and then the next one and the next one. All you people can do tonight is stare and watch in awe at my sheer destruction. You may feel bad for Jake tonight, seeing me break him down, but simply put, you can’t do a damn thing about it. All you can do is boo at me. You can bring signs to these shows saying I suck and I should leave, but that’s it. You are all just an audience to the Wonderful era, and you too will bow down to my brilliance soon enough. So as you sit there yelling and sitting on your fat asses, I will be in this ring doing exactly what I said I’ll do!

*The fans boo once again and Stevenson smiles one last time*

Jake Poueff, tonight I will take your spirit, your drive and your will to compete. This is Aces High, the most historical PPV in FWA History, because this is the night I debut. This is the night my training comes full circle. 10 Years from now, all of you people will still remember Aces High 2011 as the night the Wonderful Era began. You will all look back and listen to this speech and you will be shocked that everything I said would happen, had happened. I hope you’re ready to make history Jake Poueff, because I am!

*Stevenson throws the mic out of the ring into the stands as “What a Wonderful World* plays over the speaker system… Stevenson gives a disgusted look to a little kid on the outside trying to give him a high five as he’s walking out, he acts like he’s going to give him one, but moves his hand before the kid can slap it. Stevenson points at the kid and laughs, making fun of him as he puts sunglasses on and walks up the ramp to the back*

[The Golden One]

When the SHARK smells BLOOD

"I remember things, Stu. I remember alot of things that are significant and some that are insignificant. I remember something that might not be too significant to you, but it is extremely significant to myself.

After I defeated Nemesis in the Last Man Standing match...you turned off the lights and then had as you call it, "King Cobra" on a steel chain filled with blood. An attempt to intimidate me, no doubt. It's unfortunate that it had a reverse effect. You see...you placed the 'king'...but we're at Ace's High, where the top predator reigns supreme."
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An aquarium is shown with fish swimming in nearby tanks and larger fish swimming in a larger tank. People move into the narrow room where the very large fish are shown on either side with a transparent glass screen keeping the water from coming down on the gazing people.

In a completely separate room in the aquarium, a shark tank is shown. There is one shark, smaller than the average shark but still dangerous, lethal....and hungry. It swims around the tank, searching for food. There is a ladder leading up to a platform that employees use to feed the shark, throwing food into the small, narrow rectangle opening at the top of the tank. The shark would not be able to escape through the opening but smaller animals could fit...a SNAKE could fit.

At the bottom of the ladder is the standing area where people can watch the shark swim. Again, a transparent glass screen keeps the water from coming down and the shark from devouring any persons coming by.

The room is temperature controlled with a pleasent atmosphere and really no noise except for a few water ripples heard from the shark's rapid swimming. There is a window at one end of the room for employees to watch and make sure no people walk up the ladder onto the feeding platform without a supervised employee with them. There are cameras around as well. Definitely the most dangerous animal in the aquarium, but also the most interesting. A shark is one of the great predators of the world. It is the main predator of the sea and when it smells blood...it never fails to find its prey.

Walking around the tank, with a black bag in his hand, is "The Golden One" Devin Golden. He is wearing a blood-stained shite shirt and red shorts. He smells of blood and looks like blood. He is wearing blood red shorts and the shark...in the tank...definitely smells something as it swims to the edge of the tank and looks through the glass and then circles around and does it again with its sharp teeth showing and darting black eyes looking into the eyes of the camera.

Devin Golden: Trial By Fire...is the devil's playground. Stu is a demon...a snake...and fire is his toy. No doubt. However, we're not playing at the devil's house anymore. The king of hell, the snake, has to play with the aces.

Stu St. Clair is one of the greatest of all time, both as a wrestler and an intimidator and player of the mind games...but he screwed up with me. He revealed something to me. Stu...at Trial By Fire, in the fatal four way trial by fire match, when you burned Ashley 'O Ryan and probabably ended his career.....your hand was raised and you were crowned the new World Heavyweight Champion. Rightfully so. You won the match. Respect deserved and given.

However, as your hand was raised...you looked at me standing on the outside of the ring and mouthed the words, "That close to being you." You wanted me to know that I was THAT CLOSE to being the one burned and career possibly ending.

As Golden says the final statement, he holds up his right hand and shows very little air between his thumb and index finger, showing how close he was to being burned by Stu's personal play toy: fire.

Devin Golden: I was that close to being burned...but I was also THAT CLOSE to retaining the World title and setting Nemesis on fire. We were trading blow for blow at the top of the ladder when Ashley shoved the ladder over and we both hit the ground. If the last man standing match says anything, I would have gotten the upperhand on Nemesis and burned him. I was THAT CLOSE to being the champion heading into Aces High. I was THAT CLOSE to beating you again.

My point is, Stu, in wrestling there are so many near makes and near misses. Everything comes down to a game of inches. I know this. You know this more than anyone. So, why did you want to re-affirm to me that I was almost burned? Why did you have to go out of your way to point ME out and say it to ME?

Golden looks down and then looks behind him at the shark in the tank. He smirks.

Devin Golden: I rattled my brain with this for hours. Days. I couldn't figure it out. Then, the picture began to take shape. Stu, I have the utmost respect for you. You might even be the greatest. Who am I to say? But for the first time in as long as I can remember...you revealed something to your opponent, adversary, rival. I learned something about your thoughts. I learned something about your motives. Maybe you want me to know these things. Maybe it's part of your "master plan." Maybe...but I doubt it.

After I defeated Nemesis, the lights went out and you had your baby...King Cobra...the King...on a steel chain in the middle of the ring filled with blood. On this past Crossfire, after I defeated Carmine Reaper...no small task...you looked at me and whipped a chain. You again TRIED to intimidate me. Because you felt you NEEDED to.

A part of me thinks that you don't want to face me, Stu. Maybe you welcome the challenge, but either way I truly believe that you feel like I am...different form everyone else. Maybe I'm more than Ashley O' Ryan. Maybe I'm more than Nemesis. Maybe I'm more than Darnell Porter. Maybe I'm more than Shawn Cortez.

Devin smiles again when looking back at the shark. it seems he has no concern for the shark trying to attack him, even though the glass prevents it. Devin seems to be...on the same team...as the shark.

Devin Golden: What is the one similarity between all of those wrestlers and former adversaries? They were all on the "defensive." They were all prey and you were the predator. It became a game of cat...or snake... and mouse. And Stu...you're a snake...THE snake...one of the greatest predators in the world...and you were going to catch your prey. Sooner or later...you would. Shawn fell. Darnell fell. Nemesis fell. Ashley...finally...fell.

But I'm not a prey. I don't just hide and wait for you and hope you don't show up. I'm a predator...just like you, Stu. I'm a shark...I smell blood. I smelled the blood on Nemesis during the Last Man Standing match and I finished the job. I smelled blood on you at our Tapei Death match at Mile High and defeatd you and owa shan the World Heavyweight title. I'm not just a piece of prey like all your other casualties. This is a battle of predators, and I'd take a shark over a snake any day of the week.

Devin Golden: The funny thing is...I had NO IDEA I was a predator until you showed me. You pointed me out...SINGLED me out...and that showed me what I am. I didn't know what I was going to do against you, Stu. I didn't know how I would go against the snake, the king, other than being the heart of a champion and the Golden One. But I knew I needed something else. I already defeated you once...and you're smart. You're calculated. You're intelligent. You won't let the same thing happen the same way twice. But...by intimidating me...you showed me what I was. And you renewed my confidence that I can match with you...possibly better than ANYONE else. Better than Nemesis. Better than Ashley. Even better than...JENNY. I'm the best...and it's because of one thing: i'm a predator, too.

What's the best way to keep your reign over the kingdom. To keep away any other predators? Scare them away. Intimidate them. You tried to intimidate the only other predator in the FWA. And I don't think it would have worked, but it might have had some sort of positive affect.

One problem: you tried to scare me with blood. The steel chain with the cobra on it filled with blood and whipping the chain the next week?

Devin is now extremely fired up, grabbing his blood-stained shirt and pulling it out to the camera.

Devin Golden: I'm the king of blood, Stu!!! When I smell blood I never lose!!!! I'm the greatest predator of all when it comes to blood!!!!. That's why tapei death matches are MY match! The match bleeds half the body's fluids and leaves people almost empty inside!!!!...and I....LOVE.....IT....

Devin then walks over to the ladder and steps up slowly...step by step...to the top and onto the feeding platform. He walks over to the narrow opening and the shark looks up, still smelling the blood. But it seems it isn't focusing on Devin...moreso the bag he has been holding the entire time.

Devin Golden: You try to intimidate me with blood but you only ignited my senses. You only pulled out the shark within me...the ACE. You might not be bleeding, Stu, but I still smell blood. I smell blood in your mind. I smell your fear as if it was blood. Red and tasty and I CAN'T WAIT to get to it. I CAN'T WAIT to get to the snake's blood.

Devin opens the bag and looks inside. He grabs a dead snake...with a pike driven right through the middle of the body. The snake is bleeding and the blood on Golden's shirt comes from the snake. Devin walks over and tosses the dead snake through the open narrow hole. Blood is still coming out of the body of the snake, obviously just killed.

Devin Golden: The ace is the ultimate card. It eats up every other card. Even...the king. Play your snake, Stu...play your snake...because the Ace, the SHARK, is coming...and it smells a lot of blood coming from the heart of the king.

Without a moments hesitation, the shark swallows the body of the snake in one swooping bite and continues swimming in his tank, waiting for the next time he is fed by a bleeding piece of prey.

Devin Golden: It's not called "King's High."

[carter007]

XXX is seen sitting in a rugged chair in the middle of a dark alley with a flaming barrel next to him. He hunches over and stares at the camera. Xavier is drastically different than he was when he first debuted, he is sporting a thick beard and his hair growing long and greasy.

XXX: I was a Have. I had everything that you people so desperately seek to attain in your measly pathetic lives. Wealth, power, and prestige. I would fly from city to city and country to country on a whim. Why? Because I could. I would hash out multimillion dollar contracts to corporations and governments all around the world. Why? Because I could. I have said it before and I will say it again, I was born better, born into greatness. Unlike you people, I was raised in a happy home with a loving and caring family. I had the world in the palm of my hands...

XXX clenches his fists and shakes his head

XXX: But now I am like all of you, a Have-Not. I walk amongst you people in disgust, in filth. You go day to day doing the same boring routine. Living like you, makes me realize just how fortunate I am to have led the kind of life I had. You're existence is mediocre at best. You are all mediocrities. And as much as it pains me to say it, I am a mediocrity just like all you...until I beat Cameron Cross.

XXX rises from his seat and reveals the X-Division Championship as he slowly begins to pace around the barrel of fire

XXX: The night is here Cameron! Ace's High! XXX vs Cameron Cross in a street fight for the X-Division Championship!

He looks at the title over on his shoulder and clutches it tightly

XXX: Oh well that's funny, it seems like I have your X-Division title. How did that happen? Maybe you can credit the beat down that I gave you a few weeks ago on CrossFire. But that was just a prelude of things to come Cameron. Anything goes Cameron. Anything! I have waited months to get my revenge Cameron, and tonight I will not be holding back. Tonight the score will be settled. I have already taken your X-Division Championship. Tonight, I will finish what you started. I will become the man I once was, or I will die trying.

XXX: Cameron...I need to beat you. I have to win. There is nothing else in the world that matters to me, except beating you to a bloody pulp. My hate for you burns deep. You can crack me in the skull with a steel chair, crush my ribs with a ladder, pummel me with a trashcan, and I will get back up. I am not only fighting for the X-Division championship, I am fighting for my lifestyle, for my family, for me. You think you are so clever by calling me 'Trips' well let me tell you something, let me tell you the three numbers that you and the entire world will be hearing when I pin your shoulders to the mat; 1...2...3. Tonight, two men will enter, but only one will leave with the X-Division title, and that man will be Xaver Xander Xerxes.

Camera zooms out as we see XXX hoisting the X-Division title up in the air with a smirk on his face

[The Full Time Shakey]

oot: i have been extremely busy with uni, and have been working, extremely hard to find time to promo. still am at this very moment, my mind is stretched, i am extremely tired and i express deep apology to the FWA for this.


Browsing the internet, you wait for an article to appear.


Ryan Rondo breaks his silence on the Carnal Contendership - FWA.COM EXCLUSIVE.

Written by Ryan Rondo, himself.

A soliloquy. Something to express oneself.

The carnal contendership isn't everything. It guarantees nothing. You can win it, get a title shot and drop out forever. The fame will go to the winner's head, it will destroy them from within, it's always a fluke victory unless you are Shawn Michaels. I don't want to win this match, I don't aim to win this match either.

But what do I aim for?

I aim to make sure that everyone in that ring fights for it, I will make them do their job, entertain and earn the right to win the carnal contendership.


~Ryan.

[Wolf]

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall”



I

WILL

RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.



Carnal Contendership is nearly upon us, and the night is slowly coming to a close. Soon enough, we will all bear witness to full mayhem...to carnage and destruction at it's worst. Or finest, if you prefer to look at it that way. Soon enough, the story will be written...the hours of concentration, the months of dedication, the years of flickering lights, and drastic setbacks will all be put to the test


Camera fades in on the hustle and bustle of a major subway station. It is right in the middle of the mid-day rush, and people of all ages and ethnicities are clawing desperately past one another to make it into the cable cars. In the midst, a young woman is slung down…here briefcase goes sprawling across the venom of the subway tram…and no one attempts to help her up. Her bag is kicked around for several seconds before it comes to rest by a vacated telephone booth. She angrily stomps over to her belongings, pushing a homeless man out of the way. She mutters some inconsistencies than quickly disperses. In an instant that platform is desolate, the people vanished…and the only viable sound in the air is that of a screeching subway train and rumble of the “people” crammed shoulder-to-shoulder inside it. The camera takes it’s view away from the tracks for a few seconds, admiring the cracked fortifications of what is still a major area of interaction. It’s eyes slowly crawls around and concentrates at the only person left in the station. He sits with his legs spread, his head down in his hands, a black hood lying angelically over the top of his skull. He snaps up straight. His heavy breathing echoing the sweat on his brow, another night another abomination. This was reality for a man so skilled in dealing pain; when stripped of his trade and pleasure that man's dreams of revenge became so vivid... He frightened even himself. A smile creeps over his face as he realizes reality has returned. A low giggle becomes a chuckle, one day he'd commit the atrocities in his head the attrocities of a bitter man filled with hate - And that thought comforted him every morning. Without looking an arm reaches and retrieves a cigarette and lighter. It is quickly lit and sucked to halfway. Smoke bellows from his nostrils as he stands and stretches, cigarette dangling from his lips. The right arm runs a hand through his long black hair The camera zooms in and the scars that line his body quickly become visible…his arms are marked with bloody lacerations, his hands torn from the fingers to the palms. The impeding figure, with all the grace of a gazelle, lifts his head silently and acknowledges the camera. His head remains down, his eyes stay shut reliving his dream of causing pain to those who brought him down here stripping him of his legend, his mouth moves almost inconcievably


"Nothing happens by chance, my friend... No such thing as luck. There's a meaning behind every little thing, and such a meaning behind this. Part for you, part for me, may not see it all real clear right now, but we will, before long."

He smiled at the thought.

Wolf:... Richard Bach's words. Not mine. But I think both you and I know that there's a ring of truth behind such a quote. Every now and again, we stop to ask ourselves what our purpose in life is. Why are we here, what is God’s plan, is tomorrow even worth waiting for? I myself, have asked these questions time and time again ever since I was fired by G Rich with very little answers. So many questions…yet so little responses. So many problems with so few solutions…it’s a solitary, enigmatic way to live your life. And most people fear this. They fear knowing that no matter how hard they try…they aren’t in control. They fear the fact that they have imperfections. They relish in their glories, without a doubt, but they fear the repricutions of their past misdeeds. They fear the mere thought of redemption. They love to believe that they are right…and yet…they hide so timidly from the ideal that they could very well indeed, be wrong… Long ago, I was the walking epitome of failure…mere nostalgia, really nothing at all. I had lost everything, my job, my legacy, my wife, my home…everything. And I quit. I sat in a dim lit, faulty-wired, hotel bed staring at the ceiling in a drunken half stupor wondering how all this could happen to me. Pity. Self-pity. I fell deeper and deeper into a darkness I myself had created, and with every drop of whiskey and every forgotten tear I became less and less of a warrior I used to be. I lost myself. But I learned to cope…I built myself from the haze I found myself in and I attempted the impossible…to start life anew. An impossibility yes, but I attempted it. It took me a long time to come to grips with the pain and suffering I had put my own self through…

As the words drip so elequently from his lips, the figure snaps his eyes wide open, spins his head around 90 degrees, and stares long, hard into the camera. His first time on camera in few months, and there is something very different about him. His eyes are darting back and forth, and it is clear that he is trying to regain the fire he used to possess. It's obvious he is struggling with something inside his head


Wolf: I survived my worst enemy…myself. And no one on this Earth can put up the fight that I put up against myself. I came to realisation that I need to destroy this cesspool that is the FWA that will be my justice for the things this place did to me. FWA won’t hurt anyone again. My hatred of FWA grows with every passing day and the redemption will start with 18 poor souls. I can barely see through the scars running across my eyelids... This match... the Carnal Contendership It's the showcase. Where FWA show best horses and then watch them jockey for position with grace, skill and a little elbow grease. Then see who crosses the finish line in one piece. It's a wonderful, beautiful, grotesque thing. Much like this city New Jersey, this street, that skyline and the blood stains on the bricks between the buildings. Within all the beauty, all the skillful architecture, there lies the chaos, the anarchy, the pain. I love it. Sometimes, I think that's why they call the surface of the ring "the canvas". We are the artists, and that is where we hone our craft. Where our edges are sharpened to razor efficiency. Carnal Contendership is like a goddamn gallery! It's where we exhibit the skill that all of FWA finest possess and I get the chance to hurt the greatest talent FWA has to offer. From cornerstones of this company right down to the future of this company.


Wolf is speaking frantically now, a deep-seated rage is burning deep inside his being and he is bearing his conscious for the camera and the walls. A trickle of sweat runs down his forehead and falls solemnly to the pavement below, crashing like a toy size tsunami. His eyes burn with the complexity of a thousand unanswered questions and every word uttered from his lips resonates with the conviction of a universal answer. He is alive, his soul is back safely inside him, and his heart is so triumphantly staining his tattered sleeves.


Wolf: Grizzly Joe, Chris Kennedy, James "Eyesnsane" Hughes, Juan Lopez, Charon, Aaron Kendrick, 'The Amazing' Ryan Rondo, Cameron Cross, Xander Xavier Xerxes. You are the stars of tomorrow, the future of FWA lays on your shoulders. Me? I'm the big guy. I'm here to show all of you how dangerous your career choice is. And that is exactly what I am going to do. I will break each of you individually, then I will break you collectively. Because to stop me, you'll need to work together. It's the only way. But how? We're all so damn different, Frankly, I'll make momentary alliances as soon as I can. But that is all they will be, momentary. Because as soon as my objective is complete, I will turn on you like a neglected Pit Bull. I will rip off your arm and then proceed to beat you and everyone else with it. Then I'll thank you for the hand in my victory speech. He chuckles. It's what I do. It's not about survival, it's about surviving long enough for victory.

He tosses his cigarette at the ground.

Wolf: I CAN'T WAIT TO BREAK NEW FACES! YOU'RE IN FOR A WORLD OF HURT! I AM AND WILL ALWAYS BE A MAN OF ACTIONS! A MAN OF REACTIONS! A MAN OF VIOLENCE AND PAIN AND DESTRUCTION! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY THAT YOU EVER STEPPED BETWEEN THE ROPES ACROSS FROM ME! I ALWAYS HAVE A PHRASE IN MY HEAD WHILE I WATCH MY OPPONENT STEP THROUGH THE ROPES: "ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE" BECAUSE FROM THE STARTING BELL TO THE ENDING BELL, YOU'LL THINK YOU ARE IN YOUR OWN PERSONAL HELL! YOU THINK YOU KNOW PAIN? YOU THINK YOU'VE SUFFERED? YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BLEED? YOU HAVE NO IDEA! BRING YOUR A GAME AND PRAY... PRAY THAT IT'S GOING TO BE ENOUGH... PRAY THAT YOU MESH WELL ENOUGH TO SURVIVE... PRAY THAT YOU'RE ABLE TO WRESTLE AGAIN NEXT WEEK! THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE OF THE TOUGHEST MATCHES ANY OF YOU IS GOING TO FIGHT. I WILL RIP, I WILL TEAR, I WILL SMASH! YOU WILL KNOW WHO IT IS YOU'RE STEPPING UP TO! YOU WILL FEEL WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE TRULY BEATEN! EACH OF YOU WILL KNOW TRUE PAIN! I WILL LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AS YOUR SOULS SCREAM TO ME IN AGONY! THE BLACKNESS OF SHOCK WILL CREEP ACROSS YOUR VISION, PASS OUT OR BE CRIPPLED... WHISPERING IN YOUR HEADS! AND JUST BEFORE ONE OF YOU PASSES OUT FROM THE PAIN, YOU WILL FEEL MY HOT STINKING BREATH AS I ROLL YOU OUT OF THE RING INTO OBSCURTITY AS YOU FADE OUT THE FUTURE OF FWA WILL FADE! This is not just another match, gentlemen. This is not just a battle. This isn't even a war... It's a test. And it's strictly pass or fail. No bullshit. No quick counts. No hidden agendas. Pure, unadulterated Professional Wrestling. Brutal, angry, primitive. If you're not down for that, pull a Ryan Hall or Tony Juvenille and don't f*cking show up. Plain and simple. I'm pissed. I'm looking for blood and I don't even give a shit if I win. If I break one of you wonderful motherf*ckers, I will consider this a success. Remember that. I'm not here for a win-loss record, I'm here to cause pain and discomfort for every poor son-of-a-b*tch put in front of me. Each one of you better be ready for anything, because if you're not. You won't be walking to the back. You'll be alive, but you won't be walking. And that's not a threat, kids... It's a promise.

A gleam in his eye and a serene smile overtakes him as he looks up into the darkness above, and sees something so divine that our eyes do not begin to fathom.

Wolf: So I guess now would be a good time to tell all my former enemies in the match, tell you all to greet me as you want. Bullseye, Darnell. Greet my return with a kick or a punch or a slam, a lock a hold or even a handshake... do what you want because I'm ready for all that you've got to throw at me. If there is anyone in FWA today, who deserves this victory....this legacy, it's one of you.... Darnell Porter or Bullseye Johnson. Because just like me YOU KEEP COMING BACK! You said it yourself... YOU'VE SAID IT YOURSELF! despite the garbage this company has put you through, despite the anger, the violence, YOU KEEP HURTING YOURSELF! ... because you need this... You need it, and are willing to do anything and everything for it. You're addicts... You've given in to the addiction. You are no longer you, Darnell Porter, Bullseye Johnson the noble heroes of the glory days of FWA... you're me... HOW DOES IT FEEL?! IT FEELS AWFUL, DOESN'T IT?! and I don't want to hurt you, I don't... but I must... That is my cage, my addiction... and just like you, I cannot escape it. In a few short hours, however, you and I will be at peace. We will be together... one in the same. And I will cradle you in my arms and whisper of things to come, wondrous things, filled with the same pain, the same doubts, the same fears that both you and I share... we will be together, along with the voices, and we will share our agony with the world... just as we will share with each other... And when all is said and done, when all the blood has been spilt and all the tears have been shed....when the final chapter is sealed off, to be read forever by the history books of this business....our adventures will have come full circle and even though I don’t care if I win or loss I care about one thing and that is being eliminated after you two.

He runs his fingers ever so slightly across wall…as if trying to read someone’s pulse. He pulls away gently and sighs, looking off into space it becomes obvious that his heart is not truly in this subway, or anywhere in the remote area for that matter. His soul is somewhere else…and he is struggling desperately to find it.


Wolf: Words travels fast when confined to such a... small space. However, just as if it were brought upon the wind itself, I have stood back and listened to the whispers of those pitiful fans that flock to the park as if they were wrestlers themselves. They speak the name of one man... Nemesis. They speak his name as if it were legend already, as if he himself had slain the greatest of the great in the annals of wrestling history and usurped their position atop the mountain of legendary competitors. They speak as if he were unbeatable, as if he were supernatural in some way. And when the man himself speaks, they hang on his every utterance as if it were being read from the Bible itself. His every grunt, every groan... they analyze it, speculate over it, take solace in it as if it were the one true gospel of the world. I must say I am stil not impressed. I don‘t need to prove a point. I bring the same ghoulish expression that has haunted your nightmares ever since I have brought you to your knees and bruised that ever-fragile human ego of yours for the first time.


He didn't even bother glancing to the camera, but instead gave the simplest of smirks as his eyes shifted away from the camera-

Wolf: I know Sunday night there's a whole bunch of you pulling double duty, you're either very brave or very stupid. This match on Sunday night will give you a greater opportunity than you're ever likely to pick up on your own. Your titles must mean a lot to you and I can respect that, but don't think it's going to be a walk in the park spending 20 minutes or so defending or challenging and then walking into the metaphorical lions den that is the Carnal Contendership, because some of us don't have two matches that night, for some of us that Battle Royal is all we have left - So stock up on the pain killers boys and girls, because I will do anything, ANYTHING in my power to make sure that i get that ticket to finish, whatever is left of you.

Wolf moves from the camera to reach something the object of his desire is latched up against the wall. A mirror and Wolf's reflection smirked. He presses his fingers through his hair, looking at him looking a him


Wolf: ... perhaps my favorite of all creations: The mirror. The Greeks and Romans, they believed that it had the ability to confiscate pieces of ones' soul. Hmpf. I wonder, what do you believe, Anthony? The Dark Horse of this years Carnal Contendership. Seven years bad luck but you've had months of quite the opposite. The TV Championship is slowly becoming a part of you, it's starting to define you and your career. Rightfully so, but have you stopped and looked at yourself in the mirror lately, have you seen yourself mouth the words I've heard you speak in recent times? I hear you come out and tempt Lady Luck in delivering for you a worthy opponent. I say 'tempt' because exactly what you are doing... You're not merely asking, you're almost begging. You want someone to come down to help you prove that you are worthy of that belt of yours; that single object that changes what you are, that gives you the confidence you've shown me and the rest of the world - it completes you. No. It does more than that. Within the TV Championship, what you see is the path of legends. And despite what that path has done to others in this business... what it has done to me... You have remained faithful to yourself. That is highly commendable of you, Anthony. But when you look into that mirror, Anthony, what you're really asking yourself is, "Have I just been lucky?, Am I really that good?, Can I truly call myself a champion?" And try as you may, the thing looking back at you is unable to answer. It struggles in making its lips move and tongue obey. Yet, a simple "Yes" would suffice. Never has it been so difficult for you, Anthony. To utter those simple three-letter word. And then you wonder, "Why?" There is a part of you that believes that she’s abandoned her favorite son. When you look into that mirror, you don’t ask yourself “What’s next for Anthony?” No… You ask yourself, “How long before I am left with nothing?, How long before she strips me of everything I have?”

“How long before my luck runs out?”

The shadows cast over his face by his free-flowing, long white hair give him quite an ominous aura. His hands are at his sides as he looks down at the mirror.

Wolf: … and when I look into the mirror? I don’t always like what I see. I am often left disappointed and in turn I begin to hate it. My fist and the cuts and scrapes that are still healing are proof of my adulterous relationship with Lady Luck yet she keeps teasing me with whispers of things to come… and once and awhile, she delivers… once and awhile… and for those crumbs that I so desperately crave, I have become her servant, her slave… and she has become the master, she who delivers agony and promises of pain to come. While many plead with her, rolling the dice, playing their numbers, begging for her to give them one more slice of their just rewards, I have become addicted to her smiting. I look into the mirror and I can see her there, leaning over my shoulder. She laughs. Because what I want is for my luck to run out. What I want is for all this to end…. WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT HOW CLOSE I CAME TO WIN THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ONLY TO FALL IT MAKES MY HEART BLEED, my vengeance will be felt throughout the wrestling community. My anger will resonate with the sound of a thousand horns and my payback, will come You see, I am a disease... and just like any virus or disease, I only want to survive... AND I WILL SURVIVE! by spreading through the veins of this company! Step by step, rung by rung… like the Sun rises in the East and the Angel of Death rises from the grave: I WILL RISE!


Wolf turns back away from the camera and waltzes over the rickety bench his promo began at, just as he goes to sit down, the road of more cable cars comes soaring through the station like the gallop of a thoroughbred. The young, the old, the poor and the rich shuffle off the loading deck, bumping shoulders with each other, showing little regard for the others well being...all in a rush to go absolutely nowhere it seems. Wolf chuckles to himself and stares at the ceiling for a moment or two before his view becomes transfixed at the crowd rushing towards him. They speed walk past Wolf who merely smiles…and disappears, becoming a mere face in a crowd of forgotten people and falsified ideologies.

[Rebel Benoit]

TV Title Match Anthony Vs The Rebel Bad Ass Steele Cage

The Izod Center East Rutherford, New Jersey

Camera pans to To The Rebel Bad Ass Standing outside a bar In New Jersey.

“Rebel” Well Hell Here I Am double Booked for the Ace's High Pay Per-view this weekend Looks Like im in high Demand unlike our dip Shit President Barak Ubama I mean seriously you’d think the President could get some sort of control of his cock sucking lackeys but that dip shits screwed up so bad since getting elected that no one want to here his Bull shit hell the political Tool Bags almost went on Strike Last night cause this guy is so damn inept but not one person will sign on the dotted line to have him impeached oh Well is what it is any one who buys there bull shit should have there ass's Kicked

I for one live by my own set of rules my own Code Of Conduct and Dont answer to any one

Now Here We Are running a PPV on the Jersey Shore Full Pun intended now those dip shits have a Reputation for Being Hard Drinkers hell there Semi famous for that Alone I don’t pay attention to there fake ass Douchebagery but ill tell you this much not one of them um-pa lump a looking mother fuckers could Hang with the Rebel Bad Ass and I Challenge all of them to get down here and Gargle some Jack Daniels with the Rebel we'll see whose still standing at the end of the night ill bet one million dollars that its me and if that Situation dip shit tries to get a Little Rowdy ill Show Him The Decimation I wouldn’t even bring up these worthless sons of bitches but over the last several months they’ve decided to Step into My World.

You want to step into this world and make the Real Wrestlers Look Like shit While taking our Money for a few ill timed Segments and a few shitty Matches go For it But this ain’t the World of Hogan Or McMahon I ain’t going to Kiss your ass infact ill knock you all the fuck out.

Snooki and Jwow want to go on entertainment tonight and Talk how there Real Wrestlers when they’ve never trained and never spent a day on the road eat my ass you dumb bitches ive been doing this every night for the last twelve years and if you want to know the truth my four year Old sister would eat you to whores alive

But Jwow ill tell you this much id screw you all night Darlin show you whats Real in the Real World you’ve been hanging around a bunch of Punk ass Bitches you’ve probably never spent ten seconds with a real Man Baby. As for snooki ill let anothony have that ugly ass Skank shes probably got Hepatitis C anyway plus ive got a height requirement to get on this right you must be Taller then a ten year old

on to more of the Wrestling shit and off them fake poser Bitches Now I think quite a few People Miss Understood what I Said Prior to my Match With Gabrielle Last Week witch she one in an Amazing Effort now ive gotten tons of Calls to do Fund Raisers For Japan Since My Comments and they even wanted me to Film Me signing My Check and giving it to Japan now im not a damn Whore For the Media im not going to Be Filmed for some corrupt douche bag to make money off my Efforts but again my comments were taken Out Of Context I will not Be giving my money to the People Of Japan what I said Was this I would donate my Money to the Workers Of Japan The Boys the Wrestlers The Guys I Worked With and Respect Like Hakushi Who Lost everything he had and was living in his car after the Earthquakes and Tsunamis that Death Rattled the Country.

I Know how hard it is to make a Living in this Business in America alone Much less over there in Japan when the Big companies are Controlled By The Yakuza For you Smart Marks out there The Yakuza is Basically Like The Mafia but Stronger.

I remember working Japan Back in the Day and getting threatened By what I would later come to know was a Yakuza Pussy I wont go into the Details on that story but like I said my Heart Goes out to the workers there and I did give them some money and will do so again with my Checks for the two matches for Aces High this Weekend.

Now the bookers wanted me to film to separate segments for the pay per view since I have two matches but I ain’t going to do that horse shit ill cover all the bases in one.

Starting off With the most important match Of The Night Witch Will Be When I Win my third title victory in the FWA in almost four years. So Tonight in the biggest match for me The Cage Match Against Anthony for the TV title. Witch now im Officially renaming The gates to Hell Match Cause thats exactly where im going to Send Anthony.

Now me Anthony and his Little Butt Buddy Paj have a Long History with each Other witch over months has gotten even grander in Heat now as a worker I respect the Hell out of Anthony but as a person id rather knock him unconscious then deal with him and as for Paj he's just a Coward how many times has he gotten involved in my matches with Anthony and tried to still my thunder now in theory the cage is there to prevent people from getting involved but as we've seen over the years it rarely works but im not to concerned I can handle myself as a matter of Fact im so convinced that this pussy wont even bother getting involved ill offer two grand to Paj. Now Paj in every other match ive had with Anthony you’ve some how gotten involed so im putting up two grand not to prevent you from getting involved but to encourage you to get involved see your a also going to be competing in the Carnal Contender ship Later tonight and id really get a kick out of getting my hands on you before that match ill consider it a warm Up so Paj If you Have the Balls come on down tonight ill be whiskey fuled and Hell Bound.

Now from all ive said so Far people may think im taking Anthony Lightly but im not I know he's got all the talent in the world to beat me he's done it before be it with more then a little help from Paj. You see Anthony has gotten a little cocky since winning the TV title and Joining forces with Paj he know that Paj will save him if the going gets a little to tough to handle the road on his own. Every man is defeat-able even the Rebel Bad Ass But Anthony has gotten to Reliant on the same Heel tactics that have hindered the career of so many talented workers that being Relying on others to bail you out I guess thats where my attitude benefits me I don’t trust anyone enough to get to damn close every time I have its bit me in the ass from CJ Williams to Bafomet and on down the line when push comes to shove no matter how much I love those guys I had to get the job done alone in the end witch is all well and good for me as you well see in the end im still standing while there off dealing with there own Personal Shit.

Thats why my motto is kick ass and take namesi don’t have the human ego that ain’t my trip I don’t need accolades to stoke the Human Ego the only reason I get put into title matches is because I earn my spot by kicking any ones ass who gets in my damn face not saying what comes along with being Champ ain’t awesome the free boose and Hot Rats you get when your champ now thats gold right there the political stroke that comes with being champ well ill save that for the phony tough bastards that compete in this Company.

People like Josh Diel who win titles because of whose dick they suck then quit cause they cant handle the pressure of being on the road theirs a reason why ass wholes like that are a dime a dozen and why id rather move on then actually deal with them even though they wore my title for the vast majority of there run here he never even beat me for that belt that I created but it is what it is.

Now that im moving on to an even grander title the TV title and even Better Free Booze and even Better Looking Rats its just another Chapter in the Career of the Rebel Bad Ass and you can bet your ass id love to go into August as The TV champ along mainly because thats my four year anniversary of shit kicking here in the F.W.A.

Now I got side tracked a bit on that rant but it is what it is Anthony you better bring your a game bitch because im going to spill your blood all over this Damn ring tonight and im going to take your Shiny Gold Belt and Make it my Own you see the difference between you and me is that your career id defined by that Belt Much Like Undertakers career is defined by the Streak with out those things your Careers Wouldn’t mean jack shit me those little belts and Career accolades y’all hold so dearly are defined by me I dictate what Prestige those belts hold most people wont Remember who Held or evenly Currently Holds the Young Lions title but they’ll always know that Belt was is and always will be mine I don’t ever half to hold it again or even compete for it again because every one knows that that belt was created for me to help make new stars. And the same thing will happen to the TV title division that I did wit the the young Lions Division and Thats Revolutionize the Business because once I hold a title it brings a new vigor to that division where the Rebel goes the Stars follow and I take them to that next Level.

Most people in this business wouldn’t no how to create a star if there life depended on it but people that battle me either make it to that next level or they fade away never to be seen again thats probably the only reason I still have a job here I make people shine and thats good for the bottom line yeah it means they half to shell out a bit more money for me but in the end they make more money and there little titles get more prestige for me holding them I give the belt the rub and I give the people fighting me for it a little Rub.

For the doubters Just watch and see what Happens to the TV Title division after I win the title it will no longer be the other Bottom tier title in the FWA but will be the highlight of the night when I was the Young Lions Champ that division was the most talked about division in the FWA and as soon as I stept away from that division people forgot it was even there.

I will do that same thing for the TV title Division im not being cocky im just speaking the truth if you don’t believe me check the rating From when I Was the Young Lions Champ and how there ratings are today there polar opposites why because im a lightning Rod for Controversy and Controversy Creats Cash.

Anthony you better take a few Pics with that Belt for memory sake because its coming home with me.

And ill make History. Im going to to be the first person to win the FWA TV Title and the Carnal contender ship on the same night and after I win the carnal Contender ship I will Be the First Person to Single Handedly Hold The FWA TV Titles and The FWA World title At the same time.

[Rebel Benoit]

Rebel Promo 2 Carnal Contendership

PAJ
Grizzly Joe
Bullseye Johnson
Chris Kennedy
Darnell Porter
Anthony
The Rebel Bad Ass
James "Eyesnsane" Hughes
Juan Lopez
Charon
Aaron Kendrick
'The Amazing' Ryan Rondo
Nemesis
Alexx
Carmine 'Grim' Reaper
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Cameron Cross
Xander Xavier Xerxes

Now Lets Move On to the Carnal Contender ship most people would bitch about being Booked On The same card twice but not me gives me one more chance to kick some more Ass and thats what ive lived for since the day I was born.

Ever since I step dad when he was Beating my ass one day and I just cold cocked the son of a bitch knocking the son of a bitch out cold yeah it cost me my house at the ripe old age of thirteen but it established in my phsyci that not one son of a bitch could hold me down for long it taught me how to be a man and raise myself.

Now this ain’t going to be your normal deal here im just going to go threw the list of names and tell you what I think of them take it for what it is. If you don’t like it I really don’t give a shit I already took your money

PAJ- well what can I say to you that I didn’t say when I was ripping Anthony a new Ass whole your the biggest coward ive ever dealt with Besides Josh Diel now you sneak around and interfere in my matches witch is all well and good but now you answer to me hopefully for the second time on Aces High cause im really hoping you get your ass involved with my Match with Anthony cause I would love to take your head off twice in one night you see as long as im in this match Paj you don’t stand a snow balls Chance in hell of winning you’ve been a thorn in my side for to long and I can assure you one way or another im going to take you out just like I did Jibade Jones awhile back

Grizzly Joe- Ah Joe the only man in History to beat me for the young Lions title you and me have a Long history and im looking forward to having plenty more matches with you for the TV title once I Kick The teeth down Anthonys throught now Joe business is business and no matter how much I like you im still going to half to kick your ass tonight losing is not an option not in my world

Bullseye Johnson -Well Hell Bulls eye we've faced many times all good matches and I don’t think Ive ever beaten you but theirs a first for everything weve never really had a Prolonged feud just random matches here and there witch is fine but tonight my losing streak against you ends I will win the carnal contender ship come hell or high water
Chris Kennedy- well hell ive never heard of you so you cant be all that hot shit you don’t even enter to my world kid go to the young lions division where you belong let the real stars shine and call me when your balls have dropped kid
Darnell Porter- Porter a man among man a Credible champion and a Shit kicker to boot but don’t mistake my respect for weakness yea your a shit Kicker and an established Bad Ass but at the end of the day im the Rebel Bad Ass and when I have my mind focused on something I generally get it any time you want a shot at my TV title you can have it but first comes first and thats me kicking the shit out of Anthony for the TV title and getting out of the Carnal Contender ship two and of with one title and a shot at another to do that I half to get past you witch is no easy task but I will do it tonight

Anthony- Well Hell Anthony id hate to be you tonight son cause it looks like I get to beat the hell out of you twice tonight in one ill be taking your precious TV title and here ill just be beating you for the soul purpose of throwing it in your face that I just took your TV title you see your in over your head Anthony next time you sign for me in a match maybe you wont piss off the devil inside the rebel because tonight your stuck in the ring with me twice kid. And you will never be the same you think the cage match is going to be tough but you’ll realize that once you turn me on its not easy to turn me off im focused Anthony not on winning really but on making yours and Paj's life a living Hell.

James "Eyesnsane" Hughes one half of over the edge ha ha ha well im surprised your still around James didn’t think youd make it this long I guess you truly are insane or simply stupid either way the end result of this will be the same you’ve never beaten me and you never will im going to beat you into a heap of shit and thats it

Juan Lopez- another Jobber wanting to make a name for your self I see well I don’t know who the hell you are or what makes you think you even belong in the same ring as me or some of the other real stars in this match and it dosent really matter as the odds wont Change your going to fall like every one else just a bit sooner

Charon- Wow thats all I can say simply wow im amazed at the number of Jobbers Matty has Piled into this match I took a look at the name listings here and was baffled as there are so many names that aren’t even on my radar and if you aren’t on my radar then you ain’t shit just another monkey ass for me to push around nothing more nothing less.
Aaron Kendrick- another go know where Jobber I see im just getting the Shits by looking at the people on this list come on man every name that comes by increases my odds of winning this match.

'The Amazing' Ryan Rondo- any one that adds amazing to there name really isn’t that amazing are they when you half to remind people how good you are it prolly means your not really all that impressive they should be chanting amazing without you having to tell them to. Id be more impressed if you were really Made Mike Mondo but oh well your not and you will get your shit kicked just the same.

Nemesis- finally a semi established star here in this match its been a while since me and nemesis have crossed paths and ill enjoy beating his ass as I will every one else in this match.

Alexx- Hot damn well at least theirs a few people in this match I can truly say I respect in this match there are plenty of wannabe Jobbers you Alexx I can safely say are not one of them we haven’t crossed paths much on the wrestling front so anytime I get the pleasure thats what it is but when push comes to shove nothings going to stop me from winning this match tonight.

Carmine 'Grim' Reaper- well carmine I like the Add on grim but is that supposed to put fear in me you dubbing your self the Grim Reaper come on man im a Living Descendant of Aleister Crowley and a Proud follower Of Charles Manson and a card carrying member of The Church Of Satan nothing you can do can put feat in my Twisted Mind whats truly grim is the odds of you defeating me tonight Do As Though wilt in here tonight but odds are you will not get past me.

Cameron Cross- Well ill give you a thumbs up for having the same name as my baby sister but thats all you get from me other then a damn beating ill tell you what as a Tribute to your name and Carmine ill Bring a Cross to the Ring With Me and After I kick your ass ill hang you on the Cross and and show you all how grim The Rebel Bad Ass Can Be.
Xander Xavier Xerxes Ok I cant even begin to Pronounce your name and if I cant I know the fans cant have a good time getting over kid you need a catchy ring name but that is what it is in the mean time ill just Dub you XXX because your Prolly as Cheesy as a seventies Porno and about as Hairy as a Kay Parkers Bush ha ha ha well don’t really matter what I call you cause theirs no chance of you going over tonight

and when the Curtains Pulled Back and im Standing tall with the TV title and the Victory of the Carnal contender ship I will have Proved im the Be all end all of the FWA ill lines are Drawn back and im the ultimate Bad Ass nothing any of y’all tools can do about it try as you might but the bad ass will beat the shit out of all of y’all