Promo Thread Ace's High 2011

[Engaged To Ouellet]

Your Divine FWA World Champion, Your Goddesses address you all in: Divine Stilettos



The strong breeze whips at the empty and barren landscape which seems to stretch for miles and miles, only the decaying remnants of several trees dot the skyline. It is a desolate landscape, one that holds no beauty only the constant shifting of the dry desert sand as the wind whips at it. It is the last place anyone would expect to find a Goddess...but right there softly carried in the gentle breeze is that sweetly divine giggle. But it is not Our Goddess coated in her delicious hue of caramel and wrapped in the soft confines of lace that had uttered forth that simple sirens song. Her gorgeous flame red hair dances in the wind that playfully embraces every last strand. Her poise and gait is breathtaking as the soft sand never dares disrupt her every high heeled footstep. Our Goddess of Flame and Shadow, our Inner Darkness, the loving bride of our Caramel Lathered Goddess Jenny Ignito stands there in perfection, her tantalising cream complexioned skin is a contrast to the shade of caramel that adorns the divine being that walks hand in hand with her. The immortal coupling of the gorgeous 'Ignito' women walk closely together their hands clasped tightly together allowing Gabrielle to bring her wife's supple hand up to her lips where she plants a kiss. Our Goddess looks good enough to devour as her desert complexion is sprinkled by the perspiration that glows from her body and sparkles under the warm sunlight. Her white dress does very little too hide all this moist caramel from us, as the hemline ends several inches above her knees, leaving her gorgeous legs bare before the white material that is nearly sheer against her darker skin begins to snugly wrap its way around her body, up past her hips where her frilly red cheeky style panties are just ever so vaguely visible behind the veil of white. The near see through material continues to wrap around her abdomen before joyfully attempting the daunting task of concealing her 34DD breasts as the diamond studded neckline plunges down low, revealing a lot of cleavage and leaving her frilly red bra which peeks out from under the dress to do the rest of the work in attempting to conceal her ample round bosoms. The white material becomes less and less the more it climbs those curves before the two spaghetti straps synchronised with the straps of her bra both hug her shoulders leaving them bare as well as her elegant neck which is only caressed by the cool touch of a diamond necklace. Jennies choice of clothing is a little less revealing but no less tantalising as her high heels lead up to figure hugging blue jeans from which underneath the frilly material of her purple g-string peeks out. Her stomach is left bare, only touched by a diamond navel ring and affectionately by one of Gabrielle's well manicured hands. Her revealing black blouse starts just under her own full breasts with the top few buttons undone to reveal much of her creamy skin before the black material wraps around her shoulders and arms. Both divine beauties have the symbol of their undying love for one another on their hands as their wedding rings sparkles proudly under the sunlight. Jenny's gorgeous long dark red hair flows freely from her head and about her neck and shoulders, framing her delicately beautiful face like a fiery halo. A smile is pressed firmly to her face, her lips the most evident example of the happiness that consumes her every fibre. That same happiness embraces her wife's entire being as a blissful smile kisses Gabrielle's lips as her ethereal blue eyes gaze adoringly into Jenny's emerald green pools of divinity. Gabrielle's long dark brunette hair is done up upon her head akin to a French twist, decorated with diamond pins. Both Goddesses wear matching diamond earrings with a red rose adorning one each. Much like her loving wife Gabrielle's sublime saunter in her red soled Louboutin stiletto heels is undisturbed by the shifting of sand underneath them. Though something...divine seems to happen with their every joyful step as the arid desert sand beneath them turns green and gives way to grass, created by the presence of their divinity as a trail of grass and yellow daisies follows them. The loving couple finally pause and gaze upon one another, holding each others hands in their own before they embrace for a quick but passionate kiss. When they separate Jennifer's elegant fingers softly caress the warm and sparkling figure of her wife's World Championship as it rests over her right shoulder. Beneath them the lush green grass continues to flourish as it expands outwards from where they stand as Jenny's hands interlock once more with Gabrielle's as they press their gorgeous and voluptuous forms against one another as finally Our Goddesses sweetly spoken words greet us.

Gabrielle: The grace of the divine has painted this picture of perfection. At the mere presence of a Goddess hand in hand with another beauty is crafted and woven where before there was simply nothingness. Just as I have taken the FWA World Championship and after shedding the lingering stain left from the likes of Drew Jolson and Rocky Creed and created something eternally grand. It is the prize it once was, it is the trophy that it was always meant to be once again as it is blessed with my name as it kisses my soft skin. The delicate and loving touch of the divine has also reshaped the very realm that I compete in...at the hands of The Great Siege the FWA has been reshaped as the army at my side has taken control of Fight Night as we lay the discarded figures of what was once those with authority to the wayside. The simplest of touches, the mere presence of a divine being crafts things anew, gives life and meaning where there was once nothing.

Just as this desert was once barren and desolate holding nothing of value until the divine changed it...the very perceptions of the sweeter sex in the wrestling ring have been born anew, born glorious and beautiful much like myself. Though while not every woman can truly attain the heights and triumphs that I have...my eternal existence is a symbol for mortal women everywhere that they cannot be held back. Matthew Robinson who now paces back and forth in his office constantly never wanted to see me atop his empire, as the standard bearer of excellence...as much as he may have lusted to see me mounted atop himself, this reality is a nightmare for poor chauvinistic Matthew. My beautiful Jenny never got her shot at the fame and success she deserved...did you Jen?

An almost saddened look crosses Jenny's face as Gabby shakes her head disapprovingly.

Jenny: Matthew was always too afraid that his chosen ones, his alpha males would be just another set of paper dolls laid too immolation in flame and shadow.

That familiar wicked grin crosses Jenny's lips and though it unnerves and scares most, her wife seems excited by the evil expression, even more so as Jenny's hands slide down across her back too caress her fantastic rump.

Gabrielle: But Matt you could never hold back the tide forever, Jillian De Silva had already broken the glass ceiling you were frantically attempting to put back in place before one year ago the English Rose Moira Crawford found herself bathed in immortal glory as she marched into Back In Business V. Still I had too find another road...one that has brought you more suffering than ever before...the Unholy Uprising attempted it, Joshua Diehl threatened it...and The Great Siege has made it a reality! You thought you could pigeon-hole me as just a woman, you thought you could deny what Aut Pax Aut Bellum is...you even held back your own cousin Zaire...and his delicious wife Sally.

Both Goddesses get a delightful and lustful glint in their eyes at the mention of the sassy cowgirl. Jenny's hands then slide under Gabrielle's near sheer dress and caress her posterior firmly as the two share another loving embrace.

Gabrielle: From this your demise and my grandest of grandeurs was born as you have had to witness The Great Siege tear apart your company and take all that we could as our trophies. This belt blessed by my touch is your greatest asset Matthew...it signifies the very best in the world, it anoints the Champion as the face of the FWA. So when I emerged from the Mile High chamber as FWA World Champion your world was shattered Matt, made even worse by the fact that I stood surrounded by the army that was taking control of everything you once had. You tried too lock me inside another chamber at Trial By Fire against friend and foe alike in the hope that I would be removed from my velvet adorned throne...

Jenny: But here she still stands Matthew, YOUR Goddess as YOUR Champion.

They giggle sweetly as Jenny continues to grope her wife's buttocks as Gabrielle's own hands come too rest around the back of Jenny's neck.

Gabrielle: Long before the fourth of March when the Great Siege tore apart the ring and everyone around it so as too fly our glorious flag up high you saw the end of your reign coming. You're desperate to retain your power for as long as you can now putting all your faith into a mortal that has no care for you. Your hope is in a fallen false god that simply cares for himself and the joy of standing in the ring with the Divine Siren who leads him to his latest demise like a rat chasing that cheese and failing to notice the trap poised too tear him in twain. In the absence of Drew Jolson Mountain Rush was sent down to my ring where he proudly announced the man that all the FWA's hopes have been put in; Duke Drazin. The Great Siege is unstoppable, I have beaten back ten challengers for my throne in the span of two Pay Per Views...Aut Pax Aut Bellum has reduced the tag team division into nothingness as people are too afraid too challenge them. The only chance of the FWA saving itself from us is Duke Drazin...the ultimate let down, the perfect choke artist.

Sweet but stupid little Josie lewis tried to recruit him and inspire him, motivate him to finally cross the threshold that he hasn't been able too, but instead Duke put her flat on her back breaking her in half before we got our hands on her. Duke you think in all your false wisdom that you have defied those who are set to lose everything at the hands of The Great Siege, refusing Josie's offer was cute but you were still selected as my opponent to do their bidding. When Mountain Rush walked down to that ring weeks ago and announced that you would get the latest in your never ending stream of shots at the FWA World Championship it mattered not how you felt about the situation Duke. Face it you are still just a pawn of those with more power than you. Matthew and his cronies hope to use you to take the wind away from the flag that flew high above the ring...while I will use you to remind everyone that I am their superior.

You see Duke you believe that you are some kind of god, that you are a divine being but you allow yourself to be controlled by a whiny and selfish...man. He leads you too where he wants you, you are merely the puppet dancing at the strings of its master. You are a nervous and afraid man's tool, his last weapon available to salvage what he holds nearest and dearest. I am a Goddess, men...follow...me...do you see the difference between us Duke?

You have crafted a religion and a belief in your name, while men have fallen in line behind me, desperate to obey me...begging me to allow them to worship me. You are more akin to beg alongside them than to garner their love. The world is watching you Duke, watching you sent into another man's war...you in the grand scheme of things here and now amount to NOTHING! You are a soldier sent in to overthrow the Queen as your King sits back in his now dilapidated castle and prays to the divine that I fall from grace. Your delusions do not change things, they do not make you better than what you are. You can believe yourself to be my equal but no man is Duke nor God either, I am above everyone else whether they be friend, foe or lover...only my Jenny can compare.

The foolish whispers and hopes of people looking forward to seeing you leave Aces High as the new FWA World Champion will be silenced. This will play out like every other time you have challenged for this throne, leaving you dejected and beaten wondering how you will pick yourself up off the floor this time and once again lead a failed charge to the top. It is best that you just accept this fate Duke and realise that there is no shame in losing to your Goddess for it is inevitable, it is written in the GaBible that The Goddess reigns supreme over all she sees for eternity. So forget your delusions of grandeur, forget your dreams and try to suppress your carnal desire to see me on my knees...'worshipping' you none of these things will ever happen Duke.

Jenny: Well my sweet caramel apple I can't blame Duke...you do look ever so delectable on your knees...

Gabrielle blushes divinely, her delicious shade of caramel upon her cheeks coated a rosy red as Jenny continues to caress her wife's body and lovingly gaze upon her.

Gabrielle: Well Jenny...I just cant resist you my...sweet creamy peach.

The divine couple giggle blissfully as their lips then find each others once again as Jenny's fingers tease the lacy red material of Gabrielle's panties.

Gabrielle: Just as Duke cant resist thinking of me and wishing he had all that I have. You can say what you want Duke about not needing anyone else and desiring to stand on your own but I see through that charade Duke. You lust for all that you do not have which is everything that I in turn do have, the love of the world, the undying love of a beautiful woman and all the...playthings I could want. I have the most dominant force the world of professional wrestling has ever known by my side and a successful career that any man, woman or divine being could hope for capped off by the FWA World Championship. You desire all of this Duke...why else would you have reverted back to your false godhood?

Seeing a true divine entity, a Goddess with so much to her name has reinvigorated that spark inside you that convinced you in the past that you were divine. A lie you denounced when your life was clearly not comparable to that of the immortals even to your low standards but a lie that you have decided too live again. You crave the adulation of a religion in your name Duke, deny it all that you want but I can see it as the truth, you need something, anything in that pathetic life of yours, anything to help you believe that you can best a Goddess one on one. You have failed too do this in the past Duke, the last time we stood across the ring from one another alone...you found yourself flat on your back, gazing up at your Goddess. Since then you have twice tried to beat me and take this throne...but it has always ended the same way, the same way that it will at Aces High.

You need to accept Duke that you just don't have what it takes, how many times did Matt Boudreau brush you aside like you were nothing more than a persistent gnat?

Now how many times must I brush you aside Duke?

How many times must I best you before you get it through your thick head that when you are in my presence you belong on your knees kissing my stiletto heels as you pledge your life to your Goddess?

Jenny: Feeling kinky are we lil miss caramel?

Gabrielle: The thought of Duke kissing my toes does excite me ever so Jenny and I'm sure Duke would enjoy finally getting that taste of divinity.

Both of the voluptuous divine beauties giggle teasingly.

Gabrielle: Then Duke you could finally feel like the god you have claimed too be for so long, the god you feel you need to be to compete with me. For like everything else that I touch you will be better for the experience. The FWA has a Champion it can truly be proud of whether the powers that be can admit it or not, women everywhere have an idol to look up too, this desert is blessed by life and you Duke can finally be at peace and accept that you don't measure up to the true gods!

Gabrielle giggles playfully, but there's a evil intent behind her mirth which is heightened as her gorgeous wife joins in. The two then crouching down upon the soft grass underfoot, next to the clear blue water of a stream that had carved its way through the former desert as we leave them be...

[Venomous Dragon]

It's not a War

*Won't Back down blasts through the arena. Juan steps out of the back wearing his usual ring gear and a "Venomous Dragon" shirt. It seems the crowd is almost split right down the middle with a couple of fans with Over the edge shirts, one even with a custom made Killemall mask in the front row heckling Juan as he marches to the ring. He enters the ring which has a table set up with items under it obscured by a cloth. The music stops playing and Juan picks a mic*

Juan:Four months*Juan pauses a moment.* Four months is an eternity in wrestling. In that time you can be on top and be knocked all the way to the bottom. Eras can begin and end all in four months. For the past four months we have been beating the crap out of each other James. One trying to always outdo the other. Some might say it's all for that Young Lions championship but it is so much more than that. You and me both are clawing our way to the top. Both of us are vying for personal glory. Before our battles that title was losing steam. No one was paying attention to the championship. But you and me have made it important again. We've made people stand and take notice. Hell you and me Hughes we are the entire Young Lions division!

*Juan looks at the table in the middle of the ring and then looks back at the crowd*

Juan: We’ll get to that later. For now let’s take a closer look at my rivalry with Eyesnsane. We both have DQ victories over each other but we have to look at them a little closer to see what they truly say about us. When I got DQ’ed against Eyesnsane it was for continuing to kick him in the corner ignoring the Ref’s count. I was caught in the heat of the moment and what did Eyesnsane do after I was dq’ed? Did he try to continue the fight at all? No he ran to the back licking his wounds. Contrast that with my DQ victory a couple of weeks ago. Eyesnsane purposely gave me a nut shot in front of the referee to get dq’ed and keep his title. He had the opportunity in that match to put me away and never have to worry about defending his title against me again. Yet he chooses the easy way out and I’m still a problem for him. That tells you everything you need to know about the real Eyesnsane not the façade he puts on camera. Remember him wanting to be the “Leader” of the youth movement in the FWA? What happen to that? How many young superstars has he mentored? He could have helped “Dangerous” Dragan but if you went for a piss break you probably missed him. What about the phantom you think he’s gotten any advice from Eyesnsane? Of course not, Hughes is only out for himself. Ever since he won the title he’s done everything he said an “Ideal” Champion wouldn’t do. When I challenged him to a rematch what he do? He sent his little Pajama friend to wrestle me instead. But let’s go ahead and look at what’s under here.

*Juan lifts the cloth under the table to reveal a sledgehammer and a chair with Barbed wire*

I’m sure you all recognize these. But these specific weapons are special. They are the same exact ones used at Trial By Fire by me and Eyesnsane.*Juan picks up the barbed wire chair*This chair was used to beat Eyesnsane from pillar to post. In fact his blood stains are still on it.*Juanpoints out the stains on the chair.*Eyesnsane you didn’t beat me in our last match my own arrogance did. I made you bleed and you couldn’t. It must eat away at you that I tore you open and I bet your looking to repay me the favor tonight. Well I’m not giving you the pleasure!*Juan takes a piece of Barb Wire from the chair and uses it to cut his forehead open! The crowd gasps as blood flows down Juan’s face. He however is completely unphased.* *Juan next picks up the sledgehammer* This is the very same sledgehammer that hit me right in the chin and ended my reign at Trial By Fire. I’ve kept since then as a reminder. You see Eyesnsane before our match at Trial by fire said that since I never had to chase the Young Lions since I never had that flirtation that I didn’t have the drive to be champion. Well now the tables have turned James and you have provided me that chase. I am hungrier than ever to be Young Lions champion!*Juan looks at the sledgehammer he has in his hand intently* Ever since that loss to you I’ve taken this Sledgehammer everywhere. As a symbol of weakness, A symbol of the arrogance that was my downfall and will now be yours. It has everyday given me the inspiration to take you down!*Juan takes the sledgehammer and breaks it in half over his knee* I’m freeing myself from all my weaknesses Eyesnsane! Tonight I take back my rightful place as the FWA’S brightest rising star! There is one more thing you need to know Eyesnsane. This between you and me some might say is a war. But the thing about wars is that they end. This will never end. This is an eternal struggle. I will be your shadow for the rest of your career. Whether it is for the Young Lions championship, The Tag Team titles or even one day the FWA championship itself I will always be around to dethrone you. I will always knock you down and take your spot. This will be your reality until your retirement. I will be your cross to bear! I will be your burden your very worst nightmare! The venom already courses through your veins Eyesnsane and there is no antidote or cure. Until the very end I am your superior!

*Juan has an intense look in his eyes as his blood continues to flow. He takes the chair with him leaving the broken sledgehammer within the ring. As he walks to the back some fans are speechless while a very local group is heard shouting “Venomous” over and over. Juan gives one more maniacal smile before disappearing to the back*

[Stratusphere]

North American Championship
Triple Way Dance
Thomas Princeton VS Carmine « Grim » Reaper VS Alexx

The Trifecta of Tragedy: A three act story of Alexx
Part A: Puppet Master

The scene opens up in a theatre with Red velvet curtain on the stage. The curtain is slowly pulled from each side, revealing an extremely coloured stage. The back ground is a blue sky. On the stage are some accessories a table, a couch. We hear three bangs. Out first a refined puppet with great details, it’s a perfect representation of the FWA Sexxitant Superstar Alexx.

Alexx: Wow! What a great company to work in… I feel like I help people every time I get around…

A loud thunder bang is heard and the sky turns to black.

Alexx: What is going on!

A voice comes starting from behind, we can notice it’s someone trying to imitate Thomas Princeton, but we can’t see him yet.

Princeton: Silence! It is, I! Thomas Princeton… Now, I am your new God and master… Now, go fetch me some water!

Alexx: What a nice welcome! It’s fun to have a friend, ever since coming in here, I’ve been so lonely, everybody were avoiding me, jealous of my beauty and phenomenal physique!

Thomas: SILENCE! Less talky and fetchy! I cannot tolerate this kind of behaviour through my people. We can see other puppet appear mostly silhouettes of deformed Aja Melissa, Jack Severino and Draven St. Germain. All three puppets shaking by the resounding voice of Mr. Princeton!

Alexx: Allright!

Alexx puppet leaves the scene.

Thomas: Muhahaha! This one will be my greatest lackey; I shall call him “big slut who’s like my bitch”! I will use him to bring myself to power! To wherever I could’ve never have gone. All of you stop shivering and do what I told you to do! You aren’t paid to do nothing.

Aja: We aren’t paid!

Thomas: SILENCE! Now come here and pretend that I am the love of your life, then I will force you to carry my child!

The rest of the puppet leaves as Alexx comes back with a glass of water

Alexx: Here!!

Thomas: SILENCE! Now, you shall go in the ring and beat your opponent to a bloody mess!... So, can only I claim the defeat as mine!

Alexx: Well, I’ll do the best I can, like I always do!

Thomas: SILENCE! Then you will go to the ring with me! I’ll teach the ways of the force, you’ll be my student!

Alexx leaves and the sky turns into a shadow puppet scene where a puppet is getting beaten up, by a tall puppet. Alexx is standing near.

Alexx: Go, you can do it!

After a fatal blow to the head, Alexx gets near the big puppet and grabs it by the arm and flicks it, making him fall to his knees.

Alexx: No one hurts my friend… Don’t worry dear, I know you are weak, but I’ll be here to protect you from these evil men. I will be your knight and bodyguard…

Narrator: And so the story of Alexx and Thomas started. Alexx standing by his friend while Thomas was getting more and more deep into darkness… The naïve beauty was thinking to be helping his friend defending him and standing for him, while Thomas used Alexx for his own advantage and bring himself to the top shelf of society.

Alexx comes back to the scene.

Alexx: Why do you even trust Draven St. Germain? He’s a humongous loser, but still think he’s worthy to be your friend… Plus, I’ve seen him talking so many times behind your back and trying to befriend with Devin Golden, eh! Don’t you get it! He’s a traitor to you, he’s as bad as those people are with you every week. It’s not because you are different that people have to boo you. I think it’s discriminating to you, would they laugh at someone in a wheel chair?

Princeton: SILENCE! How dare you question my judgement? I’ve only made clear and intelligent decision!

Alexx: Hum, there’s ruining Aja’s career by impregnating her, trusting both Gabrielle and Jack Severino even though they only tried to be around you so they could use you as a launching pad for their respective careers. And now there’s Draven St. Germain. He’s never been good at anything and…

Princeton: SILENCE! You insolent! I won’t be treated this way by a minion!

The scene flashes black with a slapping sound… When it comes back, Alexx is holding his jaw…

Princeton: SILENCE! Now, you will do as told… You are my tool for greatness so shut up. You were never the brains. I always think the plan around here.

Alexx:… It was true… it was all true, what everyone were saying… about you not being able to stand alone… I thought it was a handicap, but you used me… I feel so normal… But you won’t see that happen anymore! I learned my lesson… I’m leaving and you won’t see me face to face until I said so!

Alexx leaves the scene.

Narrator: Alexx left to bring himself back together, to be confident in himself… he learned an epic lesson: never to trust anyone… Until the day he had enough!

Now a frail looking puppet, really basic, really cheap stands in the scene with a championship belt in his hands. Alexx comes in.

Alexx: Wow! Good job!

Thomas: SILENCE! You pathetic fool, I never said you could talk to me!

Alexx: Oh! Shut up! I’m here to finish up clean with you I’m cutting ties with you.

Alexx then runs to him, and Thomas falls before Alexx can even reach him. Alexx then takes out a pair of scissors and chops off the strings that attached the puppet. Alexx then boot the puppet away and grabs the championship. The curtain then falls back.

The real Alexx then appears on the screen. He is sitting in the theatre wearing a black suit with white lines and no shirt underneath, but a matching tie!

Alexx: Thank you all for this first part… but it’s all that I’ve felt Thomas. Ever since I met you, I’ve considered you as my friend, but you never did! I was only a tool to you, since you can seem to go anywhere all by yourself. You used people to help you build your own career. But if you look back, what real accomplishment do you have to yourself? None! All that’s in your resume was done mostly by someone else and you only took account when it was worth something… I am sick of you… I see you looking at me: hating me… But you know truth hurts, but do you know what hurts more: ME! I got sick of you… everyone saw us together and I was always seen as the untalented one! That I didn’t deserve any of the spotlights because of my actions. And people thought of you as a legendary man ‘cuz you were able to build an empire all by yourself, but nothing stands anymore! I am now more ready to go against you than before! I am sick of waiting, I need to do this! I need to show the whole world how weak and a loser you really are, that you are a pitiful wuss. That you never deserve anything in your entire life… I need to show the world that the looks of you being a man of control is an illusion and when you lose your “power” you don’t have any direction anymore! Like when I attacked you! It felt so exhilarating, it felt like a rush, but what was more fun is seeing you trying to figure out what was going on… Well, now I hope you understood, that what was going on was revenge! And it’s a biotch! In French we say “ Qui sème le vent, récolte la tempête” which means that if you are the reason for something, you’ll be the first to feel it’s effect! And the first effect of this storm is me taking away the only thing precious to you: you’re North American Championship! It’s inevitable; your only escape is to give up already. ‘Cuz I’ll be coming back to you full force. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this to happen… its way more than a month; it’s more than a year… I’ve been dreaming of this since EE broke up! I knew that someday I had to take my revenge and that day has come! I will show you, that I am way more than my looks… for tonight, my looks are the least of my problems, but you are my top priority. I want to make you feel bad about yourself, ashamed, so ashamed that you won’t want to come around anymore! I got enough… Enough time has passed; it’s time for some actions and believes me you’ll see a lot happen when I can’t control myself! Now, let’s see that second act?

Part B: Grim: I’m gonna bore forever!

The scene with a velvet curtain is now real size and it opens on a dark scene, where a storm is shaking the scene. Several dancers arrive at the same time and bounce around, moving in a ballet of stress and hurry and fear. A character wearing a dark cloak comes in trying to avoid the dancers. A sweet melodic music starts as the actor who reveals himself to be portraying Alexx starts singing.

Alexx: What is all this collision - What is happening around heeeere! - Have I missed the intermission – or is me that is not in the mood! – Am I the onlyyyyyy oneee – to not feel the same, is trur what they are saying or is it me that’s just mondain!

A rhythmic pulse starts with the melody.

Alexx: Is true what their saying – Will I believe what I’m seeing – When will I…. Know!

Thunder stars again.

Alexx: What is going on?

Dancer 1: It’s here! It’s arriving!

Alexx: What? Who? Where?

Dancer 2: The only way is to escape! Please, leave…

Alexx: But I’ve got to do this – it’s of I am – and who I will be. – I need to this properly! – It stands in my way – I can bring it down…

Thunder crashes again, the music stops, everyone on stage stops. All the dancers flee as some steps are heard. Finally, a silhouette of a man that kinda of resembles as Carmine Reaper comes in. the only people left on stage are Alexx and Carmine.

Alexx: Could you step out of my way please? – I’m trying to show the world what I caaaaaaan dooooo!

Carmine with a monotone tone: Directions not understood. Please state again!

Alexx: You need to leave the way – I want to go further
Carmine: Does not compute. But first you need to overcome me. You can’t beat me. I am better than you; see all your past matches.

Alexx: I finally get what was going on! – In him, there’s something wrong. – I needed to see it for myself – Now I regret staying on the shelf. – See, I’m trying to get past you – Can you only let me through?

Carmine: Does not compute. My system’s telling me that in no way you can actually beat me. That in fact I should be the one trying to get further before you do. I showed you several times why I am better that you: statistics shows that I was more effective against you than you were against me.

Alexx: That’s alright – I’m getting it – The disease everyone’s fleeing – There’s a hole in this human – There’s a lack of personality – You don’t speak from the heart – You can only hear your head.

Carmine: Does not compute. Results show the obvious that I stand tall against you every time and you better know it by then. Don’t even try there’s no possible escape except defeat, it’s been proven.

Alexx starts to faint.

Alexx: I’m getting hurt – I’m starting to blurt – I can see anything right – I’m getting affected by his disease…

Carmine: Does not compute. I can read the possibility of some human emotion. Emotion makes you a weak like. The correlation shows that emotions in the workplace are bad for health.

Alexx: I feel what I need to feel – I know it’s who I am – I may go against the odd but that’s my deal – I’m charging like a ram. – My feelings help me go through – They always dooooooo

Alexx starts to stand up.

Alexx: I know you may have the skills and the technics, just to be fair – But I’ve got something that you don’t that makes me more that you will ever will beeeeeeeeee – I’ve got heart and soul – I live for this moment – I know it’s common, but I’m the exception – I know that this passion inside me, will always beeeeeee – That it’ll show you how far can I beeeeeeeeee – I’m determined to get what I’m seeking – So move out of my way – Because my emotions can run you over!

Carmine: Does not compute! Does not compute!

Carmine starts bursting into flames and leaves. Music starts again.

Alexx: I will run down you like a truck – Until you go down and learn that stats – Aren’t realityyyyyyy – That you should learn to have credibility – I won’t leave you alone – Until I’m sure you’re gone – This is my land – This is my time…

The real Alexx standing in the room claps the cast as they all come in to bow.

Alexx: I liked this one. It shows exactly how I do feel about my opponent this week for the three way dance: Carmine Grim Reaper. He’s a great competitor, but he’s all about the book. There’s no substance, nooooo Rawr! There’s a need in him that needs to get filled. It’s true he’s a great worker in the ring, he’s got the skills, I won’t be going against it, but he doesn’t have any personality, any charisma. There’s a lack into this, that he should learn his feelings and deal with them. He’s all about the book. But when you feel you can get to things that you couldn’t even imagine of doin’! Don’t get me wrong, I respect you as a competitor, but I don’t respect you as a human being!

Alexx sits back in his chair.

Alexx: To really understand Carmine, you need to program yourself like a robot. He’s the image of a man, but there’s nothing human about him, it’s all facts and the past can help us predict the future! But you aren’t sure about the social studies: like when you win lottery, you need one chance to get it even though all the before weeks you lost? Can it be the same, that this time, I was able to beat you up enough so you understand that my reactions in the ring are direct effect of what have been done before, that lives can change on a small piece of money… Carmine needs to use his feelings in his wrestling skill so it can make him faster to react than now! Plus you only have eyes for revenge on Thomas who wtole so much from, you but you still act like a robot, focused on your personnal issues that you'll forget the most important variable... Everything about you two can be ended else where and I don't want to meddle in your love story, only your girlfriend wants me too, at least that's what she said last night! Ohhhh! Still nothing, then your loss!

Part C: Man’s words

The red velvet curtain is back on the scene. We wait for another show to start, but this time the real Alexx comes in and sits by the scene.

Alexx: This time it’s all me, all about me and all for me. I need to make this so I can be honest to myself for this championship match. I need to show the world the real me, actually, you see him every week, that’s why I don’t need any show to show it, it only needs me to sit here for the crowd to look at me, and they won’t complain. My entire life I’ve given my all in everything: my modeling career, I went all the way by posing for Playgirl; but for my wrestling career, I do know that I’m not near what I know I can do! I know that this week’s opportunity is a step more to show and know that I am better than anyone else. That for truth, they don’t go near my ankle. I’m not an untouchable, but I know my limits and they are far from here. My limits are at the top of the food chain, but how do you get there, by eating everyone that stands in your way… I’ve struggled with my whole career during this whole experience, but for a year and an half, I feel that I’m in the right direction, that if I can keep like this I will stand tall at the very end. But I need to stand for myself and what better way to show it is by holding the NA championship high in the air. That I’m no fluke, that even though you may think you have the advantage physically or mentally, that you can’t conquer all. I’m fighting for the weak and the harmless, not armless ‘cuz those are just disgusting… Both of my opponents may know that I can be beaten and they have both in the past. But let’s move on from the past, that we need to focus on future to be sure of our choice there’s only one way to find out, it’s by trying to prove yourself right…. And I know, I feel it in my bones, that what I am telling you is the truth, that I am ready to show the world that Alexx that they never thought of seeing their entire life! That from now on I call the shots, except photo shoot, ‘cuz they really happen all the time. But I know that I am ready for more than sitting back watching things happen… Everyone wants to see this hot piece of meat in action, and when I beat both Carmine and Thomas, they’ll learn that this hot piece of man is a man of his words. That I am ready, and it’s about time! So get ready to see a new look for Alexx, an even hotter one…. Be ready!

Alexx then get up and leaves the scene as the camera fades to black

The End

[Engaged To Ouellet]

(OOC: Posted for my wuvly wifey)

The roar of 427 cubic inches of V8 screaming through an exhaust opens the video which captures the stunning figure of Mustang Maddie stepping out of her 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500 as the camera crew led by Emily Gordon approaches her.

Emily: Maddie can I get a few words with you before your match with Jermaine?

Madison: Of course you may, I have some time too kill before I'm needed anyway.

Emily: Well let me start by welcoming you back to the FWA, a lot of people expected to never see you again after that horrific injury.

Madison: Why thankyou Emily, I must admit I'm surprised myself that I'm back as well, there was a time where it was questionable if id ever even walk properly again let alone get back in the ring and wrestle yet here I am preparing for my third match back at Aces High.

Emily: So it was as bad as we thought it was then?

Madison: it was worse, but I never stopped pushing myself, I never wanted to give up...the desire to walk again is what motivated me then after that I set my goals higher and higher; to run, to dance and finally to wrestle. Beating Wanda was a great triumph for me, I know that she isn't the greatest of opponents but being able to get out there and win a match again was a great moment, unfortunately things didn't quite go as well against Sally but I'm still getting back into the swing of things.

Emily: You've been impressive so far win or lose Maddie but now you have possibly one of the biggest matches in your career against Jermaine Johnson a male competitor.

Madison: Its a defiantly a big match and I guess I can blame Gabby for making it so commonplace for men and women to compete against one another...I'll have to make sure Jenny gives her a spanking from me.

Emily Gordon blushes, obviously embarrassed by where the interview had turned.

Madison: It'll be exciting to compete outside what is considered the norm but I'm here to become the Women's Champion again! Throughout the later stages of my recovery I've had to watch Sara Wolf cruise through the division simply on the fact that she's not given any competition, I'm here to change that. Sara needs a fight. She needs to beat someone before she can be allowed to call herself a great Woman's Champion.

Emily: Strong words, so no love lost for Sara then?

Madison: None at all, she's had an easy time as Champion, I mean how often does she defend the Championship or for that matter even appear on Fight Night?

Emily: Well not often.

Madison: Exactly, which is why when I was sure I could wrestle again I had to come back to the FWA. Jermaine tonight is just an opponent to me, nothing more, it'll be nice to be in a PPV match whether its televised or not but it doesn't take me any closer to what I want, I'll just have to enjoy being able to compete again.

With that said Madison then smiles and shakes Emily's hand before continuing on her way.

[iMatt]

Inside the FWA arena.....

The arena is fairly calm, that is until "The Orange Man" by James Newton Howard blasts over the speakers and the crowd instantly begins to boo. Then Thomas Princeton flanked by his Yes Men enters. He wears a slick business suit with an American flag print tie. The North American title belt slung across his shoulders as he grins. Dimitri bends the ropes for Tom as he steps into the ring, the boos continue to be yelled at him. The Yes Men stand in the ring and Bryce hands Tom a microphone. He grins, not putting the microphone to his mouth, just observing the crowd of angry wrestling fans. He extends out his arm, as if he wants a woman to wrap herself around him. As he does this a screech is heard throughout the arena and an Eagle flies out and lands on his arm. Tom pets the eagle and lets it rest there. The bulge in his left arm sleeve suggesting he has a protective band over his skin for the eagle's talons. He now speaks into the microphone.

Tom: Good evening subordinates.

The boos just grow louder, Tom lets the crowd tire for a bit then continues speaking.

Tom: Oh this routine again? Aren't you all exhuasted of jeering me? Don't you understand what I am doing for all of you? I am keeping CrossFire in line, holding people accoutnable, there is order on CrossFire. Unlike Fight Night which has run a muck these past few weeks with The Great Siege in charge. No you see, that would never happen on a brand I am a part of. Because I don't like chaos. Chaos is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too uneasy. I prefer order, and of course in order to keep everything running smoothly you need someone better than the rest, someone who knows what he or she is doing. And that person is naturally myself. Which I have been doing as your reigning North American champion!

The crowd jeers to show their disagreement.

Tom: You doubt my statement? Think about it subordinates, think about how crazy things were when Carmine Reaper was the North American champion. That's not a man who can keep things orderly. Heck he can't even remember where his girlfriend was, which by the way made it so much easier for her to be kidnapped. I will give Carmine some credit though, he's no coward. No I gave him a challenge and he answered it, knowing that in the presence of my superiority he would fail, but he also knew that his lust for Katie Goldsmith was too great to leave her alone. He had to at least try, he did and he failed....miserably. And now I stand before you as your champion. The only one of the three people competing in the North American title match at Ace's High to win his Pick your poison match. And that was against the formidable Nemesis, a former world champion. Now how is that for keeping a little bit of order, I am a champion and champions win! Carmine will learn that for a second time when he goes up against me. I will strike him down, so hard in fact that he wont' even have the guts he has now to take me on again. The reason being I will have sprayed them all over the mat like a water hose! He thinks that because he has some people on his side that he will be able to overcome the obstacle that is the prince of darkness, but he has no idea just how much trouble he truly is in with me. I own him, I have him by the balls! His little girlfriend is going to watch too, as I emasculate him front of the whole damn world!

Boos from the crowd some are chanting "Carmine" but Tom just chuckles and then continues to talk, stroking the eagle on his arm a few times while doing so.

Tom: I love this eagle here, he's from the local zoo. strong creature, the symbol of America. I know that I am the North American title but let's be honest here people when people think of North America they don't think of the dirty drug ridden crime controlled country of Mexico. They think of the bountiful truly democratic and free land of the United States! They certainly don't think of the cold tundra of lackeys called Canada! Which is where my other opponent Alexx hails from.

The crowd does boo Alexx, but not that heavily.

Tom: Less Alexx, the Sexxiant superstar my former partner. Someone I used to trust, honor, respect...now he's an opponent. And sure we could have just been two men going after the gold as I always imagined it would be, but he's made this something more. I believe that deep down he wants to...no, needs to beat me to feel that he's the better wrestler. Alexx has been with this company a long time, and people could learn a thing or two from him. But you'd better believe that some of the best stuff he ever learned he learned from me. I made him tougher than he ever could have imagined, before he became a part of Executive Excellence Alexx was spinning his wheels going nowhere and fast. But then he saw what kind of man I was and he worked and bettered himself and eventually became a formidable opponent to all who dare face him. Sure unlike Jack Severino who turned out to be a traitorous bastard Alexx and I were never able to capture the tag titles, but that is more because just like Severino Alexx held me back.

Now of course as time went on Alexx and I eventually parted ways, and afterwards Alexx went on to be one of the most, if not the definitive best X title champions of all time. I was very proud of him as I saw him work his way through that division. But the X title division like I demonstrated to Devin Golden is a lot different from the North American division. In fact its a whole nother ball game, all these sneak attacks and insults while they have Alexx's prose he must realize that I am even the best at that. Executive Excellence made a living out of inconveniencing and tormenting contenders and opponents. Alexx was right there with me, and together we wrecked havoc in our path! But that's all in the past, now Alexx only has what used to be. He used to be a feared name, he used to be a top competitor, he used to be X champion. But I am a top competitor, my name is feared and I am a champion. The North American champion. Like this eagle on my arm I symbolize this country, this continent, this brand! And I promise that when I'm long gone from this company one day in the far off future people will look back at me, at my reign as North American champion and call me the best there ever was to hold the title. Not Jillian DeSilva, not Anthony Jackson, not Adrian Wolf, not Bullseye Johnson, not Ashley O' Ryan, not Matt Boudreau and certainly not Carmine Reaper or Alexx! No, it will be me! The pinnacle of pestilence! I will be the one wrestling fanatics study for hours after hours trying to decode my greatness, an impossible but admirable feat.

As Tom talks Tabitha brings up a rectangle shaped object covered by a black cloth. She places it down on the mat, Tom speaks to her briefly.

Tom: Thank you Tabby, please go check on Katie Goldsmith, we wouldn't want her wandering off now would we?

Tabitha nods her head "yes" and then exits heading for the backstage area. Tom grins at the eagle on his arm and then the crowd and begins to speak again.

Tom: Carmine "Grim" Reaper and Alexx my two adversaries for Ace's High. I can't take either of you lightly, though with Carmine maybe the only person who should take him less seriously is himself. Not to go Dr. Phil on him, but seriously the dude thinks way too much of himself, and trust me I'm a guy who knows when to draw the line. He needs to learn how to take a joke, especially once he gets the bra in the mail that is from "Katie". Don't worry dude, those stains are just from the milk I spilled on them while eating her,...I mean I mean eating my cereal.

The crowd jeers Tom heavily.

Tom: I kid of course, but I'm sure for about 10 seconds there Carmine was having a hissy fit. See he can't take a little teasing here and there. He just gets all mad, which is how I was able to beat him in that First Blood match. Now Alexx is a bit more flamboyant with his perception of himself, he's not like Carmine, I feel Alexx knows he's entertaining and owns it, I think if you asked anyone to describe Carmine in one sentence the best they could come up with is "that guy who dates that hot reporter." And that's why kidnapping Katie was such a great move on my part, if I do say so myself. I mean I basically stole the guy's identity when I did that. See Alexx I will hand it to him when it comes to how he sees himself, his worth, he's his own man. I never taught him how to make the analogies that he does, I never taught him his sense of humor and I certainly didn't give him his fashion sense.

Alexx though does have a flaw with his perception of himself, I think he sees himself as a bit more clever than all his opponents, and when compared to Carmine he is. But I think Harry Butthole would be considered more subtle and clever than Carmine at this point, I mean the dude wears his emotions on his sleeve. But Alexx on the other hand...he thinks that his intelligence will get the best of me. Wrong! I am far more clever and intelligent than he is. Far more. I know when to be subtle, and I know when to be blunt. And quite bluntly, Alexx you aren't as special as you think you are. So what you're a metrosexual, so is just about everyone who works at Abercrombie and Fitch doesn't mean that I'm going to let you take this title off me, you better believe that the closest you'll ever get to this while I'm champion is maybe polishing it if Bryce ever sprains his wrist.

You are both simply field rats, no, not even rats. Rats are too resilient, too tough, too vicious. You all are like field mice. Meek, weak, feeble, scared and ultimately just a snack to whet my appetite. Let me demonstrate.

Dimitri lifts up the black cloth and reveals a glass cage box with two field mice inside of it. Tom then clicks his tongue to alert the eagle and then instructs the bird to look over, the eagle sees the two mice and starts to prepare itself to strike.

Tom: See these two dumb and weak creatures have no idea what is about to happen to them. Much like Carmine and Alexx, they may think they know me, they may think they are fully aware of my strengths and weaknesses but no, they do not grasp the gravity of this match, they do not understand the lengths that I will go to ensure my victory at Ace's High and that I walk out STILL the North American champion. They are just standing there waiting to be snatched up by my raw power and superior talent. Oblivious to the danger that they are in.

The eagle flies off Tom's arm and snatches one of the mice it flies into the air and starts devouring it.

Tom: See I only need to beat one of these men to retain the title, its as simple as that. Maybe the mouse currently being eaten is Alexx. Perhaps its Carmine. Who knows, and quite frankly who cares as long as I still walk out the shining beacon of freedom that is the eagle and the North American championship. Of course just to be safe...

As if on cue the eagle comes back down again and snatches up the remaining mouse and starts to eat it too.

Tom: Subordinates, I'd mind you to watch out for falling mouse guts! And just like these guts I will spread the guts of my opponents all over this ring, that's right Carmine I meant what I said earlier, if you thought you bled the last time we met for the title you haven't seen anything yet! Alexx, you were a great stablemate, but you will be a terrible adversary and you will fail in your quest to win the title off my waist. I am the ruler of this division, and you all will know your role. Afterall it is my job to maintain order in all of this chaos. Its important that you both understand....

Tom extends his arm out and the eagle which has been soaring around the arena freely comes back and rests on Tom's arm.

Tom: That I am always in control, and that there will always be order when I am in charge. Because my name is Thomas Princeton....And I'm better than you!

"The Orange Man" plays over the speakers, the crowd boos as Tom exits with Dimitri and Bryce up the ramp. The eagle still perched on his arm, its talons stained with the blood of the field mice. An angry fan holds up a PETA sign and Tom flicks him off then continues walking with a grin on his face.

[DramaShark]

-------------REBIRTH-------------


First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.

December 10th 2010

Kennedy goes to the top rope and hits a flying clothesline off the top rope connecting with Bullseye! Kennedy covers Bullseye 1...2...Kennedy gets his feet on the rope and uses them for leverage on Bullseye the ref doesn't see it!...3!

KENNEDY Wins!

December 24th 2010

Chris Kennedy kicks Bullseye off of him and rushes up the arena stairs, Bullseye follows hot on his trail. Chris gets up by the concession stands and merchandise. He then pushes a large clothing rack in front of the stairs, entrance. Bullseye runs through by his vision has been obscured, Chris trips Bullseye and Bullseye falls flat onto the concrete floor. He gets up slow and Chris is ready and hits his finisher The bittersweet chin symphony! Bullseye goes down, Chris covers him 1...2...3!

KENNEDY Wins!

February 18th 2011

Drazin goes off the ropes for momentum and knocks Bullseye down with a hard clothesline. Bullseye gets up slow and is grabbed by Drazin who attempts a vertical suplex but Bullseye power out of it then grabs Drazin into a DDT. Bullseye is too tired to pin him though, both men are to their feet and again start a slugfest, this time Bullseye comes out on top though and then grabs Drazin for a belly to belly suplex. Drazin gets up fast but he is kicked in the stomach and then wrenched up for a Bullseye Buster! Bullseye goes to cover, but suddenly Chris Kennedy comes out from the stands, nobody noticed him they were too distracted by Gabrielle earlier. The ref begins to count 1...2...the ref is pulled out of the ring by Kennedy grabbing his leg before he can hit 3, Bullseye is still covering the motionless Drazin, he quickly realizes what has happened. The ref calls security and they grab Kennedy and take him to the back, Kennedy has a smirk on his face. Bullseye is to his feet arguing with the ref as the ref climbs back into the ring, he doesn't see Drazin get up from behind him. Bullseye turns around and is grabbed by Drazin and put into a quick Ice Plunge! Drazin covers 1...2...3!

BULLSEYE LOSES!

A muffled crack of thunder illuminates a gray sky before fading away with a somber echo as the waves crash into the shore, the ocean and the sky working together to create soundtrack that couldn't quite be replicated on film, at least not as eloquently ambient as it is here and now, after a long, thunderous Florida rainstorm has just finished ravaging Tampa Bay's Clearwater Beach.
Far off in the distant waters, The Astonishing Chris Kennedy emerges from the sea, gasping for air as a crackle of thunder rolls in behind him. Kennedy corrects his position in the water and swims forward towards the shore with all the grace of an Olympic swimmer, cutting through the water with speed and agility of unmatched caliber, further exemplifying why he is, in fact, every bit as Astonishing as he claims.
As Kennedy reaches the shore, he is greeted by two raven haired Latina beauties, both around 21 years old and both not wearing much of anything, other than 2 pairs of matching solid white bikinis, which are are nearly swallowed by the gloriously well proportioned asses on these two young ladies.
As Chris Kennedy extends his arms in a fashion akin to Jesus Christ on the cross, one girl slides Kennedy's white jacket on to him as the other girl drops to her knees and put Kennedy's sandals on his feet. The first girl hands Kennedy a towel before kissing him passionately on the lips. Kennedy turns around and kisses the other girl while her friend bites her lower lip, lustfully watching on. Kennedy dismisses both girls, tapping them on their asses as they run away, their wet breasts glistening as the bounce up and down and all around.
Kennedy smiles devilishly at the camera as he heads down the beaches stone path, a good quarter of a mile away from the pier.

Chris Kennedy: Tampa, FL. The Lightning capital of the world. Lightning strikes here more than anywhere else in the country and as part of my conditioning for Ace's High, I just swam 3 miles during Florida's worst thunderstorm of the year, maybe even the decade. And why would someone as smart as me do something so stupid, you may ask? Short answer? Because I can, and I am not afraid to. Lightning is powerful enough to defy conventional wisdom, it's erratic and unpredictable, like myself. It can strike at anytime and when it does, it destroys anything it hits. You see, I swim in shark infested waters in the middle of thunderstorms simply to prove to myself and to all of you that I am not afraid of anything, and if I am not afraid of anything then I am certainly not afraid of anyone. There isn't a single opponent at in the Carnal Contendership match that has what it takes to put this pooch down, hell half the jokers in this thing I have already beaten, so rest assured I am going into this thing with the utmost confidence.
Because I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I have proven myself time and time again and I promise you all the best has yet to come. You see, I am a beast limited by the restrictions put in place by those who run the show, FWA creative. If I had things my way, I would fight everyone on the FWA roster back to back every night and win every time and increase the ratings by 150%, easy. But they can't afford to pay me that kind of money so I suppose Aces High is my chance to prove to all the non-believers that I can beat everyone in the FWA at the same time.

Kennedy steps foot off the sand and onto the pier, where his glossy white private jet, a Beech Model 2000 Starship, awaits him. Kennedy shakes his flip flops off and throws his towel down, abandoning his used items before boarding the luxurious air liner.

Kennedy enters the plane and is greeted by his best friend Zaire Wyoming, Zaire's old lady Saddle Sally, Kennedy's bodyguards and Yesenia and Jessica, the two girls who greeted Kennedy outside. Kennedy takes a seat next to his entourage and continues addressing the camera in regards to the Carnal Contendership match.

Pilot's Intercom: Ladies and gentleman, guests of Chris Kennedy, our flight is now departing for East Rutherford, New Jersey. Remember to fasten your seatbelts and as always, Chris Kennedy's personal stewardess Ivanka is available for beverages and various amenities. Please enjoy your flight and thank you for boarding The Kennedy Express.

Chris Kennedy: Ever since I came to the FWA I have captivated audiences, wowwed the critics, raised thee bar and stifled the naysayers. Even as I deliver this promo, there are literally hundreds of women all across the world, watching me with hungry eyes, hanging on to my every word, fantasizing about my astonishing body, my chiseled good looks and and boyish charm. Meanwhile, the husbands and boyfriends next to them sit there and follow along as well, also in awe of The Astonishing Adonis, because they want to be me. Hell, some of them probably want to f**k me too. I'm just that damn Astonishing!
And it's not only my movie star good looks that has been winning audiences. I've got more swagger than Sinatra in a whorehouse and I know what I want. Most would confuse my confidence for arrogance, but most are stupid so that s**t's not processing on my hard drive. Why? Because each and every week I come out here and I do what I say I am going to do which is 86 these suckers on the roster, dropping jobbers like hot potatoes. And I have to win now more than ever, as each day the FWA is plagued with young talent who are all just Chris Kennedy clones. I have been the template for every fresh faced indie star who submits an FWA application, every one of them emulating my shtick. I say I'm Astonishing, they all come along and say they are "Awesome", "Wonderful", "Venomous", whatever, point is they all want to be ME. Everyone loves me, the FWA Universe? Loves me. FWA management? Loves me. Matthew Robinson? Loves me, though I don't particularly care too much for him, sniveling leech that he is. President Barack Obama loves me and told Vice President Joe Biden that he thinks my "Stay Astonishing" T-Shirts will lift this country out of the recession. I couldn't agree more, and I look forward single handedly saving my country.
After my cameo appearance last year on Two And A Half Men, Charlie Sheen told me that I was hands down the most gifted actor he had ever seen and that my god given mastery of the craft coupled with my passion for being better than everyone made me easily the best actor of our generation, siting that Leonardo DiCaprio should be ashamed of himself as I have made him look amateur. Duke Drazin loves me, as his matches with me have revitalized his career and made him somewhat interesting to watch, that is, until I leave the ring, that's when the channels get changed.
Gabrielle, our FWA champion, loves Chris Kennedy in a lot more ways than one. Since I'm a gentlemen I wont go into much detail on what the champ and I do behind closed doors, but let's just say Gabrielle knows first hand just how astonishing I am.
Stu St.Claire loves me, and told me in a private conversation that he is glad I am not on Crossfire because he knows I would destroy him and everyone else on that sh*t hole roster. I told him not to worry and that I was happy with Fight Night. He thanked me graciously before kissing my ring and bringing me my coffee.
I could keep going down the list, but the bottom line is Everyone Loves Chris. I'm your favorite wrestler's favorite wrestler and I haven't even begun to show the FWA Universe what I am capable of.

Zaire Wyoming is playing FWA FightNight VS Crossfire 2011 on the ps3 on the luxurious 60 inch LCD screen in the back of the plane. He is playing as Chris Kennedy and he hits the "Bittersweet Chin Symphony on Duke Drazin before dropping to pin Drazin.

Zaire Wyoming: Hey Chris, you just beat Duke Drazin in a Last Man Standing match! Now Im going to get us those tag team titles!

Chris: That's wonderful Zaire, who's the FWA champion in the game?

Zaire: ...

Chris: You?

Zaire: Don't judge me...

Kennedy chuckles at Zaire a bit before turning back to the camera and continuing his message to the FWA universe.

Chris Kennedy: Now, I could go on all day about my credentials and could probably sell out an entire arena doing that and only that. So you can imagine that I am doing you all a great big favor even speaking to you people while I have my Carnal Contendership match so soon. Never let it be said that I don't care about my fans, even so they are far beneath me that they REALLY think I'm a literal star, burning bright in the sky above them. Idiots.
Yeah, I have a big ego, but I back it up and I back it up exceptionally well. From the moment I stepped foot through that door I have made it my objective to take this company by the ass and f******k it doggystyle with no rubber and I have done just that, I have captivated audiences, I've put asses in the seats, increased Pay-Per-View buy rates and I have become hands down the most astonishing figure in American pop culture since President John F. Kennedy, a man I identify with and can relate to, as we have many similarities. Aside the obvious fact that we share a last name and our luxurious lifestyles and penchant for having filthy, meaningless sex with unobtainable movie stars, there is one big similarity between myself and our 35th president with whom I share a namesake, and that is the fact that we are better than everyone, and hated by our peers for it, so much in fact that there are those out there willing to take our lives to put us out, because truth be told that's the only way you can stop a Kennedy.
Bullseye Johnson can't stop me, Anthony can't stop me, Juan Lopez doesn't stand a chance, James "Eyensane" Hughes? I've never heard of the kid. PAJ, like Bullseye, has already proven that he doesn't belong in the same with Chris Kennedy and I'm still trying to figure out what the hell a Charon is. Then you have The Rebel Bad Ass. The guy sucks so bad that the word "BAD" is literally in the middle of his name. The guy looses more matches than Duke Drazin loses family members. Alexx thinks he is so extreme because he spells his name with an extra X, but when Chris Kennedy sees his face all I can think about is how pretty his mouth is and how it reminds me of a blow job that I got from Alyssa Milano backstage at last years Teen Choice Awards.
I've never even heard of Aaron Kendrick, the kid should be wrestling Jermaine Johnson or Scott Chadwick in a dark match and call it a day. The Amazing Ryan Rondo is back and ready to go, eh? Not on my watch. He's amazing, sure, so is Lazer-tag. The pizza and Tiani's Bistro is amazing.watching a 3D movie in Imax is amazing. Amazing is common, amazing happens everyday and it's just two decibels above "Average"
Now to be "Astonishing", that is a feat in itself. I say that I am better because I can prove it and everyone watching this knows good and goddamn well I can prove it.

Kennedy puts on a $900 pair of Gucci reading glasses and pulls a folded up sheet of paper out of his coat pocket.

Chris Kennedy: To help me remember the names of all these jobbers I am going to eliminate this Sunday, I have comprised a list of them that I keep with me at all times. I'll run down the list and tell you what I think of them, though you may not like what The Astonishing One has to say about some of these these Bozos and that's fine. I honestly don't care. Here goes....
Anthony...hahaha well what is there to say about this parasite? Alot actually, but nothing positive. You see, The FWA REFUSED to give me a Television Title match, with Matthew Robinson personally telling me that I am too good for the TV title and that poor Anthony wouldn't stand a chance against The Astonishing One. Makes sense. So what's Matthew Robinson do? He elevates me strait to the main event scene and I haven't looked back since. Before you know it, I'm beating World Champions, I'm main eventing Pay-Per-Views, I'm destroying everything in my path like a Florida thunderstorm and I am making Fight Night watchable again! Yeah, that's right, ME! Anthony, you will never understand what it's like to carry an entire company on your back. Everybody tunes in each week to see me, what I'm going to wear, what I'm going to say, what I am going to do, who I am going to beat. My middle finger has more charisma than the entire Fight Night roster and my right thumb has more athletic prowess than the entire FWA, and that's why I am a 3 time regional Thumb Wrestling champion in my hometown of Tampa, Fl. Anthony, if you are lucky enough to watch me eliminate the other others before I get to you, you should take notes. I promise you that you will learn something, kiddo.

Next up we have PAJ, Anthony's beloved soul mate. We all know that PAJ is an acronym for "Poor Ass Jobber" and it's a name he lives up to well. Well I beat PAJ before and Anthony being at ringside didn't help him one bit. PAJ didn't offer much of a fight, he just kind of laid there and took it, like an old whore who just doesn't care anymore. PAJ, I hope for you sake that you bring more to this match than you did the last time I faced you, because if not you are in for a whole wide world of hurt, and when your eyes open after your rude awakening you may find yourself questioning your place in this business. I would hate to cause you to take another hiatus, PAJ, so do yourself a favor and sit this one out, sweetheart. Your boyfriends Anthony will appreciate it afterwards when he needs someone to kiss his boo-boo's and make the ouchies go away.

Grizzly Joe! There is an impressive specimen! When I see Grizzly Joe, I say to myself "That's someone who is going far in this business." When I think of all the qualities a main eventer in the FWA should have, the first thing I envision is a green as grass dim-witted hack in a bear suit who wrestles like an amputee having a seizure. Good luck, Joe, you poor pathetic fool. Duke Drazin has a better chance of seeing his wife and son come back from the dead than you do winning this match, because I promise you the day Winnie The Pooh wins Carnal Contendership is the day that I quit the FWA.

Darnell Porter, as a fellow member of The Great Siege I DO have respect for you. And it's because I do respect you that I can honestly tell you how I feel without jeopardizing our friendship. I'll just go out and say it. You've really sucked lately man. Other than the big reveal to the FWA Universe that you were one of us, you really haven't done anything to make headlines as of late, other than loosing every single high profile match you get. The only thing consistent about you, my friend, is you inconsistency. In the past I have called Darnell Porter a phony paper champion and when I said it, I meant it, because I will defend Porter as a brother in the Siege but when it comes to competition, I am nobodies brother, I am nobodies friend. What I am is the last mother f******ker you want to see when you are on the receiving end of a Bittersweet Chin Symphony. You lost your world championship on your very first title defense, Darnell, so what makes you think you have what it takes to go in there with everybody else and get the job done? You can't. Just do what you do best, my friends, turn your back, walk away and find some sluts to take back to your hotel room while I get the job done for The Great Siege.

The Rebel Bad Ass, another piss ant jabroni who has tasted defeat at the hands of Chris Kennedy. When myself and my good friend Zaire Wyoming beat you and your drug addicted lover Baphomet, we unofficially retired the two of you as a tag team as you were never EVER able to recover from that loss, and in turn Baphomet ran away from the FWA with his d*ck tucked in his ass because he was that damn scared. And when Baphomet left that kinda put you where exactly? You were the Matt to his Jeff, the Marty Jannetty to his Shawn Michaels, without him there is really no reason for you to still be here as the two of you were only semi-entertaining as a tag team act. What do you do now other than come out here and LOSE each end every single week? Yeah, I thought so. Rebel, I will never understand how you even have a TV title match when you couldn't even hold on to The Young Lions title, loosing it to Yogi Bear.You disgust me, but not just your lack of skill and your never ending loosing streak, you disgust me as a person. Everything you stand for is the opposite of what I am. You are ugly, lower-class white trash and after I win this match I will be thinking of you when I wipe my ass with the confederate flag.


Zaire Wyoming: You wipe your ass with that flag and I reckon your going to make it actually worth something there, Chris.

Chris Kennedy: Heh, perhaps your right Zaire....

Zaire Wyoming: I usually am!

Saddle Sally: Oh mah gawd Zaire will you shut up?

Zaire Wyoming: What??

Chris Kennedy: Moving on, we have James "Eyesnsane" Hughes. I have to be honest with you guys, when I first met him, I thought he was Eddie from that show Family Matters. You know, that 90's sitcom with Steve Urkel? Well, anyway, when I met Eyensane I thought he was Eddie, the older brother from that show. The 2nd time I ran into him I thought he was Theo, Bill Cosby's son from The Cosby Show. When I ran into him last week backstage at Fight Night, I thought he was Carlton from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It wasn't until last night when my publicist informed me that Eyensane was not a lovable sitcom star but he was in fact a member of the FWA roster and he was also one of my opponents at Aces High. I did a little bit more research and it turns out he is the leader of Over The Edge, that group with Dinorah Redgrave, Jet Li and the girl who played Moesha. Well imagine my surprise when I found out that Eyensane is the reigning Young Lions Champion. As if that is supposed to evoke some sort of shock and awe. The kid is holding a belt that was held by The Rebel Bad Ass for Christs sake, I give it 6 months before that belt retired and Eyensane goes back to goofing off on Friday night sitcoms.

The Venomous Juan Lopez....What a bad ass name for such a puss ass featherweight. Juan, you know what a Rattlesnake is without his Venom? Just a common garden lizard. And Juan, I haven't seen your fangs. Aside from beating Steve Urkel to win the Young Lions title, your stay in the FWA has been a boring one to say the least, and when you defended your title against Urkel you choked under the pressure and proved to the entire world that your initial win was nothing more than a fluke, simple as that. I look forward to facing you, because like me you have wrestled all over the world competing in several different promotions yet our paths have never crossed, and when I eliminate you I will drive the point home that for all your training and all your experience, you will NEVER be on my level and that's an honest to god fact.

Aaron Kendrick, is it? I can honestly say without a shadow of a doubt that I have absolutely no clue who the hell you are. Have you even had a match in the FWA yet? Seems to me that you have been given quite a big opportunity but have you earned it? Of course not, but I guess FWA creative needed to fill up a few slots in this thing. I give it a week, The FWA will have forgotten you and you will be future endeavored. Why you aren't facing a jobber in a dark match is beyond me but I don't question the system, I just flip it on it's ass. What you need to do is go back to Star City, Arkansas, where you may be a big deal to all your hillbilly friends because over here you are just a small fish in a shark infested ocean. I can guarantee that I have forgot more about this business than you will ever learn so just know your place and keep in line, kiddo.

Chris Kennedy stops he Stewardess and points towards the bottle of Patron on her cart and holds his glass out. The busty blond flight attendant smiles in delight as she pours The Astonishing Chris Kennedy a drink of the expensive liquor. Kennedy takes a moment and drinks the entire glass within seconds

Chris Kennedy: 'The Amazing' Ryan Rondo! He's back, guys! Didn't you hear? Yeah, I didn't think you cared either. Ryan and I are roughly the same age and we both grew up in Tampa, Fl, so you can imagine we have had our share of run-ins growing up. Rondo always told me when we were kids that his favorite wrestler was my dad, WWA champion Kerry Kennedy. Makes sense that he has been dick riding the Kennedy name ever since. I mean, I say I'm "Astonishing" and he tells me he thinks that's really neat, then says he is "Amazing". I think I am going to throw up. Is there anyone out there who DOESN'T want to be me? Doubtful. And what an awesome start to what is sure to be a failed attempt at a comeback. "The Reinvention is upon us" is his new tag line. How pretentious can you get? Do you honestly think people actually care that you have returned? You really think people even noticed that you left? Please.

NEMESIS! Finally, an opponent worthy of being in the same ring as me. Ask most people and they would say you are the odds on favorite to win this thing, seeing as how you have already won Carnal Contendership last year. Well if you ask me, I would say that your chances are in fact better than most, but not better than mine. You go around telling everybody that this will be a repeat of last year and it's with a heavy heart that I must inform you that you are dead wrong. See, you and I have never met and that's a good thing for you because you have yet to suffer the same fate as Rocky Creed or Bullseye Johnson. Your just another name on my list of Big Dogs that need to be put down. And Nemesis, cross my path and I WILL put you down. You don't know me personally but you DO know who I am and you DO know what I am capable of doing to you. I am not Thomas Princeton, Carmine 'Grim' Reaper, Jack Severino or Ashley O'Ryan and you will NOT beat me as easily as you have them recently. Unlike them, I bring it 110% of the time, every damn time and in Carnal Contendership I will show you first hand how Astonishing I truly am when I deliver a super kick to your skull so hard that your neck snaps and you spend the rest of your life floating around in a power-chair watching me on television. I recall when you allined yourself with Bullseye Johnson and Carmine 'Grim' Reaper to form "Sons Of Liberty" Haha, just goes to show you haven't always made the best career choices. Let's just hope the bad decisions you have made in the past don't reflect your performance in the ring at Aces High, Nemesis, because I have a lot to prove and eliminating the man who won Carnal Contendership last year could certainly elevate me to new heights. I can not wait to kick your skull in and paint the mat with your blood, creating a crimson canvas of organic war paint for the world to see.

Another victim on the list a colorful little fruit-fly to say the least, and the woman I am talking about is Alexxxxxx. What a joke. The guy is like 5 foot nothing and claims to be the sexiest man in The FWA, although he has the charisma of a broomstick and looks like a troll with a six-pack. Everything Alexx claims to be, The Astonishing Chris Kennedy is. You explain to me how any man can possibly justify having The Pussycat Dolls as his entrance theme song? You can't. Alexx, you raise a few eyebrows but it's not because of your reign as X-Devision Champion, oh no...you are raising eyebrows with your sexual ambiguity and while your sexual orientation may be in question, one thing that is certain is the honest to god fact that you truly do SUCK. And now it seems you have a shot at The North American championship!?! Ha! Good luck with that one, sweetheart. While your idea of pre-match conditioning may be rubbing you pecks down with baby oil or shaving your legs, mine is a little bit more intricate than that. I look forward to embarrassing you in the Carnal Contendership match. I just hope for your sake your North American title match happens before Carnal Contendership because when I am through with you, you won't be in any shape to compete at all.

Of course there is Carmine Reaper... I've been following you on Crossfire, and you should know that I never go into a match unprepared, so naturally I went over to FWA.Com to learn what you were all about. More shocking than the fact that you have lost SEVERAL times to PAJ, a man I defeated in a glorified squash match, but you have also been beaten by Xemo. XEMO! Let me get this strait, you expect people to take you seriously in the FWA when you are over there struggling to beat the biggest Jobbers the FWA has ever seen? I am slightly disappointed in you, Carmine. I was actually somewhat of a fan of yours before I did my research. Like Nemesis, you made the career halting mistake of aligning with Bullseye Johnson. I am convinced that between all 3 original members of Sons Of Liberty, there isn't a single working braincell amongst the 3 of you.


Xavier Xander Xerxes, your ego is quite possibly as big as mine. Unlike me, however, you can't back up the trash you talk. To me, you are just an overrated punk, a Chris Kennedy wannabe with a bad Jerry-Curl and a closet full of knock-off suits. Unfortunately for you XXX your bad wardrobe is only a reflection of your horrible in ring performance but thankfully you are in this match to provide jobber-fodder for us big dogs so I do thank you for that, kid.

Cameron Cross, another bottom of the barrel X-Devision Jobber, a hopeless loser with a chip on one should and an ugly title-belt on the other. You look like Sheryl Crow on steroids and quite frankly it creeps me out. Your FWA.com profile says you are a "Mysterious loner" and I can say I believe that. Not because you have people issues or because your "too cool" or anything silly like that, the reason is that no one wants anything to do with you. And I don't know what your deal has been in the ring lately but you really need to pull yourself together, man. You are embarrasing yourself.



And finally, we come to a man that I have been feuding with for 4 months now, a man that I despise with every fiber of my being. That "man" is Bullseye Johnson. Bullseye Johnson, for whatever reason you still think you can stand toe to toe with Chris Kennedy. I've beaten you each and every time I have faced him I have faced you and I am proud to say I have already proved myself to be the superior man. What's more, I have I have driven your career into the ground while elevating mine to a whole new level. I still don't understand why you are content with your failure. You lazily half ass every match you are in and it's for that reason that you LOSE almost every match you are in. You crack every single time. You are considered a top FWA star and for the life of me I can not understand why. I mean, I really can't fathom you going anywhere from here, your career is at a definite standstill and your best years are behind you.
The first time The Astonishing Chris Kennedy defeated you in an FWA ring, you couldn't accept that this hot young rookie embarrassed you, your ego led you to believe you were better than Rocky Creed, which you AREN'T by any means, and you just KNEW you could defeat me if you had a 2nd chance. Well Bullseye you got your rematch and I proved for a 2nd time that you were absolutely no where near my league. "Kennedy has my number" you said, wasn't it? Well you just remember that when I see you at Carnal Contendership.
I am still better than you in every conceivable way and after I eliminate you, you will find yet another reason to turn your back on the FWA and runaway like the irresponsible, lazy douche you are.
I honestly don't care anymore. You and I can wrestle every night for the next 10 years and if you were the ONLY person I faced for 10 years, then I would have a nice solid 10 year undefeated streak. You suck that bad. I hate you, I hate you, I don't even know why anymore I just know that I positively hate your guts. I hope all the bad things in life happen to you, and nobody else but you. If you dropped dead in front of me in that ring, well than that would be a gift sweeter than any championship gold. You made an enemy for life when you crossed my path Bullseye and this thing between us is far from over, not until you can prove to me why exactly you are one the top stars in the hell hole...
Now if you will excuse me, I am going to take a nap for the remainder of this flight. I have nothing left to say...


Kennedy sprawls out on the large black couch in the back of the jet as Zaire, Sally and Kennedy's bodyguards continue to play the FWA video game.

The minutes pass by until the minutes become hours, the sun has gone down and The Kennedy Express flies through the sky amidst a backdrop of stars shimmering in front of a dark blue canvas.

Suddenly, Kennedy awakes and finds himself in a pitch black room, with a single spot light on him and nothing else. Kennedy looks confused and slightly scared as he is surrounded by a dreadfully agonizing silence.

Chris Kennedy: What the hell? Where am I?

???: I'm so very proud of you Christopher... a soft spoken voice whispers as a beautiful woman in a white gown steps forward out of the shadows.

Chris Kennedy: m-m-mom??? Kennedy asks as he drops to his knees. His mother

Dianna Kennedy:Yes, sweetheart. It's me....

Chris Kennedy: But your....dead.

Dianna Kennedy:No, honey. I am very much alive in your heart and I am watching you as we speak, and I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am!

Chris Kennedy: But mom, if you have been watching me, then you have to know I didn't exactly turn out the way you raised me. You can't possibly be proud of me.

Dianna Kennedy: Sweetheart, the man you are is the man you were meant to be. But the man you pretend to be isn't necessarily the man you are.

Chris Kennedy: I don't understand....

Dianna Kennedy: When I died you put up a lot of barriers. You refuse to let yourself get close to anyone, you deny yourself happiness and you wear a mask, pretending to be a heartless, self centered unlovable party animal. We both know that's not you. You are denying yourself love because when it's right in front of you because you are afraid to let anyone in

Chris Kennedy: I don't love anyone other than myself. And you...

Dianna Kennedy: I beg to differ honey...

SUDDENLY, Chris and Dianna are now back at the beach, but this time it's different. It's night time, and Chris see's himself and Gabrielle together on a beach blanket.

Chris Kennedy: What is going on, mom? This was 2 nights ago...

Dianna Kennedy: Just watch.

As the pale moonlight hits Gabrielle's gorgeously naked caramel saturated curves she watches in delight as Chris unbuckles his belt, prompting her to drop to her knees...where she pours them both a glass of the expensive classic champagne before getting back to her feet and stealing another kiss from Chris.

Gabrielle: You picked the perfect spot Chris!

Chris: I would say so. But all the stars in the sky are nowhere near as beautiful as what's in front of me right now.

After Chris strips down to his black Ralph Lauren briefs, he sits down behind Gabrielle and wraps his arms around her. With her head on chest, he interlocks her fingers into his, kisses the back of her head and is overcome by the smell of her hair, he imagines it's what heaven smells like. With his free hand he takes a sip of his champagne and the two lovers simply enjoy the ambiance of the waves crashing into the shoreline.

THEN, Kennedy finds himself in utter darkness once again with his dead mother.

Chris Kennedy: Maybe I may have some feelings for someone, but I am not going to act on them...

Dianna Kennedy: Oh I think the two of you have "acted" on your feelings quite a bit actually. Allow yourself to be happy, Christopher

Chris Kennedy: The moment I make myself happy is the moment I throw everything I worked for down the drain. I can't do that, mom. I have too many enemies to get close to anyone.

Suddenly, Duke Drazin appears behind Chris Kennedy.

Duke Drazin: "You do know Drazin kicked Bullseye’s ass last week, gave him a tag win before that, beat his ass in a tag match before that and beat him one on one before that, don’t you? Plus Kennedy already kicked his ass what twice too? And Drazin has kicked Kennedy’s ass twice already too. Are you sensing a pattern here? Bullseye is more of a loser than Kennedy and that’s just sad"

Kennedy turns around and the image of Duke Drazin fades away and is replaced with an image of Kennedy standing over Drazin's limp, broken body in the middle of the ring.

Dianna Kennedy: In your line of business you will always have enemies, Christopher. That's why it's all the more important to keep your love ones closer. Your going to win Carnal Contendership. This much I know. What you do from there is all up to you. You just have to wake up...

wake up...

wake up...

Zaire Wyoming: Wake up, Chris! We're just landed. And it took us long enough too, we have to be at the arena in 45 minutes...

Kennedy stands up and wipes the sleep from his eyes, sporting a puzzled look on his face.

Zaire Wyoming: Hey Chris, are you okay?

Chris Kennedy: I've never been better, actually. C'mon Zaire, let's go. I've got work to do.

[DramaShark]

FWA Women's Championship: Dinorah Redgrave VS Sara Shitfire Wolf

"I've missed you, Sara..."

Fight Night, 2/18/11

Dinorah beckons her back in and soon enough Sara obliges and instantly takes her opponent down with a Spitfire Spear. She smirks cockily as she gets back to her feet and struts around the fallen and possibly broken body of her opponent. She pulls Dinorah up to her knees by the hair and begins pulling at her top. Dinorah though snaps out of her groggy state and hits a big time northern lights driver taking the Womens Champion down and then quickly ripping her top off, leaving Sara Wolf in just her frilly bra and panties. She quickly realizes what's happened a she comes too and slides out of the ring embarrassed as she grabs her Womens Championship and rushes to the back trying to cover herself up with the belt. Meanwhile Dinorah celebrates as she places Saras top in her mouth teasingly.

Winner: Dinorah Redgrave via stipulation.

outside FWA Aces High Fanfest, hundreds of fans, reporters and papparazzi crowd around the red carpet hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite FWA superstars as they make their way into the building.

David Weinstock: It is absolute pandemonium out here ladies and gentlemen as we are now counting down the hours until Aces High. I'm David Weinstock and this is FWA Fanfest where we countdown to the most anticipated PPV of the year with not only the FWA Superstars, but with YOU, the FWA fans!

Dinorah Redgrave makes her way down the red carpet and David Weinstock stops her, hoping to get an interview with the #1 contender to the FWA women's title.

David Weinstock: Dinorah, Dinorah! Can we get a word with you please?

Dinorah Redgrave: Sure David, what's up?

David Weinstock: Tonight, you take on Sarah Wolf for the FWA Women's Championship in your PPV debut. Any thoughts??

Dinorah Redgrave: I've got lot's of thoughts, David. For starters, your right, this IS my PPV debut and I am a little nervous. Not nervous about facing Sarah Wolf, oh god no, I've already beaten her and I have beaten her with relative ease. What I am nervous about is competing on a pay-per-view as big as this one. My only hope is that I can go out there and put on a show the FWA fans will enjoy and give them their moneys worth.

And also, I am excited. Excited because I know that after tonight I will be the FWA Women's Champion. Sarah Wolf thought she had an easy win last time we fought, but I suppose I taught her a lesson, which is to never judge a book by it's cover. Sarah Wolf is the reigning FWA Women's champion because, quite frankly, she has no competition whatsoever. Until Now.

Thing is, Sarah, the fact that I have already beaten only goes to show how weak of a champion you are. You never defend your title, ergo you never loose your talent. I certainly can not hate you for that. But as number ONE contender, you have no choice but to put it all the line this time, Sarah.

And this isn't some silly little match a bra and panties stipulation, no no no. This is a straight up fight, a fight I am not prepared to loose. I won't be ripping clothes off of your body, I will be ripping the hair from you scalp, laughing in delight as you scream in agony. And you will scream, you will scream and scream so loud that your voice will reverberate throughout the entire arena. That's all I have to say, for now...
Goodbye David...

Well there you have it, ladies and Gentlemen. Dinorah Redgrave. Who will walk out FWA Champion? Only way to know is to watch and it's all live tonight!

[Killswitch]

Winning Back What is Mine:

The scene stars out in a dark room. There is a table in the middle of the room and a chair. The camera keeps moving forward and we see a man sitting in the chair. He has his hands on the table and he is looking down at the table. He doesn’t move or anything he just keeps looking down. The camera finally gets close to him and we see that it is Carmine “Grim” Reaper. He has a suit on and he just doesn’t seem into it. He looks up at the camera then he looks back down. The camera then seemingly is ready to leave and the crew starts to walk away, when we hear Carmine in a faint voice start to speak.

Carmine: This is the reason we fight.

The camera comes back and it goes to the other side of the table. We can now see Carmine and he has a pissed off look on his face. He keeps on looking at the camera and he speaks again.

Carmine: Tonight, I get my chance to become the North American Champion again. Tonight I get to face Thomas Princeton once again. Tonight I make him pay for the living hell that he has put me through the past month. But then again tonight is not just about winning back my title it is about finally getting Katie back. You see I don’t know if she is okay, and that is what is eating at me the most. Thomas has said that I only made one rescue attempt and that might be true but that was because I wanted the title more then I wanted Katie at that point, and now well the title is playing second fiddle. I could care less about it and if it makes me lose again tonight so be it. In life we have crossroads we can go one way or go the other and tonight I am going down the path that leads me back to Katie, and if I win the title on that path then so be it. You see Thomas all that matters to me tonight is when I take my Katie back, hell I would be happy if I cost you the title and Alexx wins it. If Alexx won the title you would lose something Princeton and I’d be pretty damn happy about that.

Carmine then reaches down and grabs something from his bag and it is a picture he throws is on the table and the camera focuses on it. It is a picture of him and Katie.

Carmine: This is what you took away from me Thomas! I would be stupid to not think about it day after day. That is where you got me and that is where you still have me. You see you outsmarted me and I have said it time and time again, but the one thing you don’t have against me is me and you in the ring. I have beaten you time and time again, yes you have beaten me a couple times but I’m still better then you in that aspect. I still have more talent than you, and I will prove it time and time again. Now yes, you might have more money than me and you might be smarter than me but tonight it doesn’t matter. Tonight I’m going to show all of my talent where you show none. Yeah in the ring you might slide out of the ring showing your smarts but it doesn’t matter because I can pin Alexx and I would still become champion while you are on the outside waiting wondering what the hell just happened. You see Thomas everything is on my side tonight, because I will kill you to get Katie back. To get my girl back because I want her back and I’m sick and tired of not seeing her when I wake up in the morning. That is what you took away from me and I want it back, hell I need it back. She is my girl Thomas, I toyed around with the idea of take Aja from you but I didn’t because I actually have a soul. I actually have a heart and I’d never do that to someone, because I actually have respect for people. But for you I have none, no real man would does something like that. No real man would touch another ones girl. Thomas I’m going to take you out tonight because I want to and hell I need to. It is time for me to take back what is mine and that is what you see in this picture, my Katie, my love and hopefully my title.

Carmine takes the photo and places it back where he got it from. He then takes out another one and this is a picture of Alexx.

Carmine: See I can’t forget about Alexx. Someone who through his name into this match because he has nothing better to do. Just because he wanted to have his name talked about again, he is one of those wrestlers that thinks he is good but in all reality he sucks ass. People, know that he won’t win this match simply because he isn’t good enough. Because he has been down this road before and he has failed time and time again. Am I scared that him and Thomas might become friends again and fight me off? Yeah, maybe a little bit but who cares because all I have to do is divide and conquer. I know I’m better than both of them so I’m going to use that to my advantage. Hell Princeton has beaten me a couple times but Alexx hasn’t and that is where I’m going to come out on top, I will take out Alexx, and pin him and make Thomas lose his title and I will hold it high while laughing at Thomas and I will tell him that I’m better than him, and then he will be humbled and he will give me back Katie and I will win two things in one night while Thomas is sent back to his loser of a life. Alexx, you better not get in my way because I will make you feel the pain. Alexx, you shouldn’t be in this match because you aren’t good enough and hell you aren’t smart enough, and I will prove that tonight, you’ll never be able to touch the North American Title, because you have no shot in hell in winning this match and the quicker you figure that out the better you will be.

Carmine takes the picture of Alexx and he puts it away. He then grabs another one and it is a picture of Thomas Princeton with the North American Title, and Katie super-imposed on the picture.

Carmine: Now this picture might not be real but you know what it is the truth. You have two things of mine, and I want them both back. One more than the other but I will not stop until I get both of them. I will be on you Thomas all night tonight and I’m going to make you scream from the pain because I just want to make you see how good I really am. I want to show you that I’m not a one hit wonder, I want to show you that I’m good that I know what I’m doing in that ring. Yes, you might think you have the upper hand but I’m going to show you that it doesn’t matter because everything will be out of my head tonight, all that is going to be on it is you, I’m going to make you lose and I’m going to make you see that I’m the real champion and that you are just a place holder, I want to show to people that I’m here to stick around because I want to be a two time North American Champion, I want to raise that title high because I want the fans to believe in people again. I want people to see that you being the champion was a mistake, and I want to make you see that I’m the real hero and that you are nothing but a joke, yes Thomas it is my time to shine again it is my time to grab that title again, because god dammit, I want to be the hero. I want to be the knight in shining armor. I want to have my Katie back because it would show people no matter how down and out you are you can come back and fight back and make people pay for the mistakes that they had made.

Carmine takes the picture and he crumbles it up and throws it against the wall.

Carmine: Now you might have gotten better since we have started this little feud my friend and I applaud you for that but I’m just as good. I’ve gotten better as well and that is something that is scary because I never thought that I could be this good until I met you, and I have made myself better. It is my time to shine again and I’m going to start that journey tonight, you will lose to me once more Thomas and I’m going to laugh in your face and hopefully move on from you. I am so sick and tired of you that I’m now having dreams of you, of me getting into your house and beating you down . But tonight that dream comes true, tonight I’m going to be beating you in that middle of the ring, everyone is going to try and peal me off but it is not going to work, it won’t work because I have this on my mind and that is making you not able to walk, I want to make you suffer like you have made me suffer, I want to make you see that everything you do has a consequence and everything you do is met with a punch in the face from me, so no matter how bad I beat you everyone in the back will not recognize you. And I guarantee it Thomas. I guarantee you that your wife will not know who you are.

Carmine gets up from the table and throws it on the ground he picks up the chair and throws it against the wall.

Carmine: This goes out to Katie, as well. After this match I am going to find you and I’m going to take you back home and we are going to see Thomas fail, don’t worry baby I ‘m coming after you and I love you, and Thomas I’m going to break you and you better get used to it because I’m, Carmine “Grim” Reaper and I ‘m the future North American Champion , and you are my future BITCH Thomas.

Carmine then walks out of the room with a determined look on his face.

[Dr Nash]

Scene opens up as the sun has just set as the stars have appeared in the night sky. Only a quarter of the moon is out. The lights are shinning bright in the Hollywood like boulevard; the sound of cars revving up is heard. The street lamps shine brightly. Hollywood like signs glow from the neon light sign. A few taxi cabs are seen driving on the street. The streets are slippery as it has been raining earlier on. The hills are muddy from the rain earlier on. We see a sign standing on its own with three flood lights attached. The sign has a picture depicting how great fame is. We see a figure standing underneath the sign. Suddenly we hear a familiar tone of voice.

When I was living this lie - Fear was my Game
People would worship and fall -
Drop to their knees.
So bring me the blood and
Red wine for the one to succeed me,
For he is a man and a God -
And He will die too.
Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,
Silent the terror that reigned -
Marbled in stone
A Shell of a man God preserved -
For thousand ages,
But open the gates of my hell -
I'll strike from the grave ‘

We see the man was long brown hair. He is wearing a black leather jacket unbuttoned with no shirt underneath. He has a thick beard. He has a pure white eye and light white eye. He is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He begins to speak.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Fame and royalty all the same thing, The same desire and one’s downfall. We all have fallen but always get back from grace. However some refuse that they have fallen from grace, I never fallen from grace though ‘others’ tried to convince me otherwise. I remember for the last few years my way of life was doubted. They say I have went soft when it was nothing but ploy for me to believe. They need to remember that you can’t spell believe without lie. I came back stronger and more determined than before for my nightmare to overtake everyone and everything. Here I am FWA World Heavyweight Champion. Even in those hours of self doubt I struck all just to keep myself alive. Even facing the final hour of my destruction I survived and keep breathing. As soon as you forget to breath it’s all over. Forgetting how to breath is one thing but also having self doubt will hasten the downfall. I am on no downward spiral nor am I on an upward climb to redemption. I have said it one and I will say it again I do not want to be save. I do not want to lose a part of myself in favor of becoming something I am not. Never lose sight of who you are [*Stu smirks*] or you be forever damned. I have seen it happen to countless people through the years. However one person stands out for last few months. He was full of life and desire. Nobody could bring him down to his knees. He was having fun every time he stepped through the curtain to go into the squared circle and wrestle in front of loving fans. He was looked up to and was loved and now people look at him. They ask a simple question being why? Why has he forsaken us? Why is he acting like this? Why Golden? Why? Devin Golden why have you giving up on who you are?

• Stu glances into the sky and stares at the brightest star in the night then turns his attention back at the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Golden you were a shinning bright star when I saw you a few years ago. You were full of laughter and desire. You passion was never questioned. You went out into that ring and gave it your all every time. When you won the World Heavyweight title many thought you would rise and break through the glass ceiling. Little did they know what you were about to do. Fewer still did not want you to become how you are now. Abandoning who you are for something you clearly not. You turned on the fans when did nothing but support you. It is very unfortunate that you would do it to those you loved performing in front of. What happened Golden? Taste of fame and glory warp your brain and all logic? These fans all they did was love and cheer you. They wanted you to reach the top. They felt you were more than ready to be World Heavyweight Champion. They didn’t want you to become how you are. They wanted you to raise your head high up as you deserve to. They wanted you to be a fighting and honourable champion. You were the exact opposite. You pissed on them and all former World Heavyweight Champions who held that belt when you burned it. Why would you burn something that would mean so much to you and others? You pissed on the legacy of The World Heavyweight title with your course of action. You have become a fallen angel in their eyes Golden. You are neither trusted by the heavens nor the flaming legions in hell. The fans have accepted me for who I am and what I do. They may not like but at least I am true to myself. I am not trying to deceive them for once. Not now for the time being. Your attitude is one of giving a big F U to all they came before you and to those who supported you. Even I have trouble understanding why Golden.

• Stu looks down upon the mud beneath his shoes. He raises his head slowly with a serious look on his face as the camera continues to film.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Is it because you are tired of being viewed as an underdog? The fans never viewed you as an underdog when you won the World Heavyweight Champion. They viewed you as a champion nothing less and nothing more. They already knew how hard you worked along with seeing your passion to reach the top of the mountain if you would. I maybe speaking the gospel truth even with my ‘silver tongue’. It needs to be said and I will be the one to say it. It seems you want to escape this cliché of being the people’s hero. Why? You were loved and idolized. I saw that passion and desire when you wrestled me and ... [*Stu becomes hesitant when he speaks*] beat...me for the World Heavyweight Title at Mile High. Everything seemed to be collapsing on me. Jack Severino who I brought him to Age of The Fallen and ‘transformed’ him turned on me. For what the sake of money from a women who wants to see me suffer. Having my one and only son watch his father become [*Stu becomes hesitant for a moment then continues talking*]... helpless. My right arm was destroyed and I had a target on me. My end seemed near. There is something about being a father and my son watching me fall to my knees that changed me. A new found vengeance was found. I was damned by the one I helped the most in finding out who he really was. Leaving my former flame the remains to finish off. I wasn’t done nor was I through. They thought I was done including the fans. I was far from done. I went home and looked at my old wrestling boots still covered with blood when I beat Ashley O’Ryan in a bloody fashion. Then I found an old snake skin that my deceased snake Damien had left behind before he was killed in front of my very eyes.

• Stu looks up at the stars while clenching both hands then looks at the mud bellow him for a solid minute before speaking. He raises his head up with a sinister look on his face with a sadistic smile.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: THEN I REMEMBERED WHO I WAS ALONG WITH WHO I NEEDED TO BE. I am without question the most sadistic and intelligent man in wrestling. It is scary what goes through my head but I tend to like what I see going through my head. [*Stu chuckles*] After I was crushed you gave three people a chance at your newly won belt in a Trial By Fire match. I knew Trial by Fire was my way of waking everyone up and focusing on what I can. How much I can torment and brutalize along with being myself. I had vengeance on my mind and in my dark soul but you made the burning vengeance I had stronger with your course of actions. At Trial By Fire I was about to burn you or Ashley O’Ryan on fire. You managed to roll away and as you did you saw Ashley O’Ryan burn. Flames rose from his back as he screamed that would scare anyone. I fed on the scream as I knew I was back stronger then before. I glanced and I saw the horror in your eyes. The fear of what could have happened to you became an unwanted reality. I was back on top as World Heavyweight Champion once again. Everything that made me feel before was gone. I felt same would hold true as fear is a great way to change people. You didn’t change your ways at all. Still hating the fans that loved you in all of the price of you don’t want to feel like an underdog. I have such sympathy for you Golden...not. You have damned yourself. I am very much over the whole ‘I am victim of my fame’ case. You were no victim just a man who turned into everything he once hated. I already know I am going to hell Golden. Remember those who tempts being evil suffer the fate of going to hell. I am not afraid of going to hell for my actions. I have already embraced what I have done. Are you afraid Golden? Everything you have done will be accountable and surely not forgotten.


• Stu grins as closes his eyes for a moment and stares back at the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: You be the slave to the power of death Golden. You will beg to me. You will get on your hands and knees and beg. You will beg until your blue in the face wanting me to put you out of your misery. The fear I saw in your eyes at Trial by Fire when I burned Ashley O’Ryan will reappear. Only this time to fear will be stronger as your end as if your end is coming. Trust me it is coming Devin Golden. The pain and the agony become to one true emotion you will feel. The fans that once loved you will watch their fallen hero to come to his end. They know that is the only way to give you at least somewhat of a redemption by having me set you free. There is no other option here Golden. Be quick or be dead Golden. The longer you prolong your end the more I will ‘enjoy’ laying you to slaughter. I am a patient man Golden and I can strike at any moment. You run backstage I will find you. Hide out in your hotel room I will find you. There is nowhere to run Golden. There is no steel cage keeping you from escaping from me but we both know the truth. [*Stu snickers*] There is nothing you can do escape me. There will be a ‘Golden Touch’ but it isn’t your finisher but a touch of venom from a snake. Fear is the key as fear will shape you. In your final moment you realize you made a horrible mistake becoming something you’re not. Becoming the one thing you swore you wouldn’t become. An evil, disruptive corrupted shell of a man. There is no turning back time Golden as it is time to pay the reaper. Or in his case the snake. I will defeat you Golden and even if somehow I lost the World Heavyweight title. I will make sure the deed I mentioned of ending you will be seen. By you and others watching at home, backstage and of course in the seats in the arena.

• Stu smirks as the sound of thunder is heard.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: In closing your no victim of your fame but rather the victim of the poor choices you have made. No one will feel sorry for you as you have done this to yourself. No excuses or reasoning will save you. The only thing that will save you is when I set you free.


• Stu spreads his arm to his side as rain pours heavily from the night sky with the stars out. Stu long brown hair is drenched as water drips from his hair on his face. As Stu a sadistic look on his face as camera cuts out as Stu mouths ‘I will set you free.’

END OF SCENE

[Death Approaches]

’The Last Man Standing’

The scene opens up in a sidewalk; it is late in the afternoon. The first thing you notice is that it is raining; the sky is orange as the sun is going down. There are a lot of clouds in the sky, most of them are grey, pouring down rain as they pass by. There are a couple of cars passing back and forth by the street, beside the street there are only houses, one beside the other. There is almost no one walking by the street. The couple of people that are passing by are walking with umbrellas on their hands, obviously protecting themselves from the rain; they are walking as fast as they can to get to where they are headed as fast as they can. There is a particular man though that is walking without an umbrella, he has his head hung low to protect his face from the rain, he has shades on (yeah, shades in the afternoon), he is wearing a black trench coat that starts on his neck and stops on his ankles. He has a black shirt under it, you can see it as the trench coat is halfway open, he is wearing dark blue jeans and black boots. His hands are dug deep into his pockets. His face is completely serious, he is breathing by his mouth and not his nose. It is FWA’s TV Champion, Anthony. He starts talking.

.:: Anthony ::.
”It’s Ace’s High and it is time for the Carnal Contendership match, FWA’s biggest multi-man match, a match that brings prestige to its winner in a lot of ways. It gives you the pride of being the winner of a 19 man match, but it also gives you the pride of winning a shot at a world championship. The greatest thing of this match is that you show the world that you had to go to hell and back to get that shot, that you had to not only defeat two or three challengers, but that you also had to survive adversity, that you had to play it smart, pick your spots and overall have natural ability. This match is a match that destroys you not only physically but also mentally, it is a match that you have to step into and give 200% to win. You can’t just bring your A game and expect to win it, you have to bring your best performance ever and destroy it, make it seem like nothing beside your ‘best’ match. You have to make that match look like nothingness. In this match, you can’t just be physically the best athlete and expect to win, because you can be the biggest man out there, yet lose it to someone that is half your size. No, no, it’s not all physicality; it is also a mental aspect. You have to be smart as well as tough. In the list that I saw from the Carnal Contendership, I saw nothing in that list that make me think of them that as a particular treat in that matter.”

He keeps walking down the street, until he reaches a particular corner; he turns left at the corner, entering the premises of the gym that he has trained in for a while now. There aren’t any cars parked in the parking, it is completely alone.

.:: Anthony ::.
”In this list, I simply see a lot of wrestlers who are good in a particular aspect of the match. You see, you got the brilliant masterminds such as my very good friend PAJ, the returning Ryan Rondo, Carmine Reaper and Cameron Cross. In the other hand you got the physicality of Grizzly Joe, Bullseye Johnson, Nemesis and Charon, and well, you got the rest of the people in the match. On the Fight Night side of the Carnal Contendership, you got people who I have had problems with all over, but on the Crossfire side... well not so much. You see, I am a typical guy, I like to do things by the book. A lot of people saw that I have no originality; that I simply try to copy other people and do things a little ‘my way.’ You see, I do not care about this, I am simply a guy who does what he thinks is best, a guy that does things his way. That is why I am going by the book.”

He keeps walking until he reaches the door of the gym. The door is being held by a rusty chain and a rusty lock. He pulls out his left hand from his pocket and he pulls the keys from his trench coat, he opens the lock and lets the chains fall on the floor with a loud ‘THUD’ he pulls the doors open as they screech. He walks into the dark gym, walking in and after a couple of steps he walks to the right, to a power box. He pulls the little metal door as it screeches and he moves the breakers to the side, turning on all of the lights in the gym. He smiles as they turn on, revealing the walls that are completely white now, without any of the other pictures that were there.

.:: Anthony ::.
”You see, I am remodeling this gym for the crowd to use it. It has been here for a while, without anyone using it, so I guess why not. It has been a challenge as I had never done this before. Pretty much like the Carnal Contendership match last year. I wasn’t able to compete last year, missing my shot at it in the first year that I was in here for the Carnal Contendership. I didn’t really care for it much last year, but now, hell, I really do now. You see, experience is a big factor in these matches, I am not going to say that I am any different from the other wrestlers, that I am something special and that I don’t need experience because I am ‘too good.’ But yeah, I won’t say that it isn’t really something that will restrain me from having a wonderful performance in the Carnal Contendership. But, well, I am going to stop with all of the chitty chat and go on to what matters, my opponents. Xander Xavier Xerxes, is up first. Otherwise he is known as XXX, I’ve seen this kid’s matches and I have to say that he has a great potential for being a great wrestler, but what is his problem? He talks too much, that is his main problem, he talks too much crap, but doesn’t do jack. Yeah, I have no problem against the kid; he has done me no wrong so why should I have something against him? XXX, you need a balance between the talking and the wrestling. You can’t be all talk, right now you are in a match with great wrestlers, this will be your first big experience, take everything that the wrestlers tell you and absorb it in, learn from your flaws, modify what they tell you, and that way you’ll reach your goal to one day be one of the best. The kid is a great wrestler, he will one day reach full potential, but not today XXX... not today... then we got Aaron Kendrick, I have nothing to say about him, because I don’t even know who he is honestly, sorry Aaron, but well, you must have done something good to be in this match. Then we got Charon. A man inspired by Greek Mythology, the character of Charon is the spirit that takes you from the living world to the Underworld. He is a man that when you see him, he inducts fear into your soul; he scares the crap out of you. But he is nothing compared to what you see to the place he takes you. But this Charon, he is a man to be feared, we saw what he has done to a lot of members of the Crossfire roster, he has destroyed them. In the Carnal Contendership we will see just this; he can win the Carnal Contendership but ONLY if he plays it smart.”

He keeps walking down the walkway, you see as the walls have been re-painted to a red color. It is fresh as you see the walls gleaming in the light and the smell of fresh paint is in the air. The shelves that once had pictures of Anthony are now empty, everything is clean and new.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Then, we got Alexx, Ryan Rondo and Cameron Cross. Two of these men I respect, the other is simply a cocky bastard. I’ve studied my opponents, Alexx is the one that I have no respect for, you see, he is a great wrestler, but his problem is that sometimes he talks too much, he gets too cocky. He gets in a mentality that he is the best and that he is ‘too sexy’ to be beat. But guess what? He does get beat… constantly. He is like a child but locked in a man’s body, you see him in the ring and in his promos and he acts like a little kid or even a little girl. He has potential for main event, but there is a lack of maturity on him, and that’s what is holding him back. Until you get the maturity that most wrestlers have you will not unlock your full potential Alexx and beside that potential you’ll unlock, you will also gain respect from your fellow wrestlers and the fans. Until you realize that, you will stay in the position that you are, try and take my advice, Alexx. Then we got Ryan Rondo, wow, was it a year ago that you debuted? Wow man, I still remember that you were on a wonderful streak while you were there, you won the X Division championship and went on to be the face of the division for a long, LONG time. You were on your best then you hit a rough patch in your career, we all do Rondo, but right now you are back, and I can’t lie, I am excited to see you return. I’m looking forward to what you will do in this match; you are one of the few people over on Crossfire who have my respect Rondo, good luck out there, finally we get the match we had been waiting for. Cameron Cross, a kid that I said would be great, and he has done it. He is the X Division champion at the moment, he has defended it numerous times and I think that he will not lose it anytime soon. Hell, he could be the next Devin Golden with that title. There is only one flaw in the kid. Who he hangs out with. I have to ask you Cameron, Gabrielle, the Siege? Seriously, that is a group for the worst of the worst, only the scum hang out with, they are BELLOW you Cameron. No one respects the Siege, a lot of people respect you. The only thing that the Great Siege can do to you is destroy your career, make you a no one. Cameron, that adventure with Gabrielle, your association with the Great Siege, it is only a hormone fueled trip that will soon lay you down on your ass. I have been waiting for an opportunity to talk to you, one on one, to try and talk some sense into you, but it seems like this will be a perfect opportunity for me to rather beat some sense into you. As for the mystery men, I have no idea of who they can be being honest… but well, I’ll be prepared for anything they can throw at me…”

He finally gets to a door, a huge steel door at the end of the hallway. He pulls the doors open, revealing a gym full of new equipment, but the one thing that immediately catches your eye is the ring in the center of it all. Anthony walks towards it and stands on the outside, leaning on it, putting his hands in the mat.

.:: Anthony ::.
”The ring, such a simple structure, four posts making a square with anything that can be considered as ‘ropes’ is considered a wrestling ring. But it isn’t the ring that amazes the fans and changes the lives of the wrestlers, but rather what goes in it. In this occasion I’ll take three wrestlers, wrestlers from different sides of FWA, two from Crossfire and one of Fight Night. These guys are Bullseye Johnson, Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper and Nemesis. They were formerly known as SOL, the Sons of Liberty. One of the strongest three men stables in FWA. They were on the top of their game, they were destroying everyone, they were almost controlling Crossfire. But then, things imploded. As always jealousy for a teammate destroyed the stable. I could almost say that Bullseye destroyed SOL, he attacked Nemesis because Nemesis was world champion. Carmine? He was just caught in between. How does this come into play? Well, even though Bullseye has said that he has no hard feeling for Nemesis and vice versa, we all know that those feelings stay in there. In this match, they will explode, in this match, Bullseye and Nemesis will go after one another and ultimately they will get too distracted, as for Carmine, he has evolved, he has evolved, he won’t get in between these two, he will do what he has set out to do, and that is win the match. These three guys are a treat on the match, they are people who I will have to watch out for all time, Bullseye has the experience, Nemesis has already won this thing once and Carmine has more potential to win it than any other wrestler in the match.”

He looks down and lets out a sigh, not moving other than that.

.:: Anthony ::.
”I hate having to step into the ring against a friend, especially one that has been a mentor for me… that is the case this week, I step into the ring with PAJ, but not in the same team, but as enemies. We will not destroy each other, but knowing PAJ, we will not let each other go out unharmed either, PAJ isn’t the most respected man in FWA, but I do respect him, he is a great teacher, great helper, but I won’t let him go out there and win, because that is for me to do. It will be a hard task, but I’m up for it. In the Fight Night side, it is different, I’ve got my eyes open for what everyone says, what everyone does. It is a territory that I know well, I know from the newest wrestler to the oldest wrestler in here. You see, Juan Lopez is a fairly new wrestler, but he has done huge things already, he has won the Young Lions title already and has a shot in this very same PPV for that title. The kid is full of surprises, but the thing is that having two matches has a huge impact in your overall performance in both matches. I think that the kid will fall victim to this tonight, that he will focus on one of the two and leave the other as something casual, but Juan, in this business, you will need to adapt to all styles, learn from this experience, because you have all the potential in the world to be great and it wouldn’t surprise me that in two or three years, see you headlining Back in Business. But not yet my friend… not yet… Then we got a man who I’ve faced so many times that even if I would want, I couldn’t forget his name. James ‘Eyesnsane’ Huges. You see, Eyesnsane and I faced on numerous occasions, he helped me evolved and I helped him evolve, we both learned from the other and in the end, we shook hands after it all. James, I must say, since the last time we faced you have evolved and I am proud of what you have done. I am pulling for you in your other match, but that is where it all stops, Eyesnsane, you are improving, slowly making your way into the division of my title, but competing for the world title? I doubt it. Eyesnsane, it will be great to step into the ring once again with you, but it will end just like every other time, me defeating you…”

He throws out a smile and mouths ‘Sorry, but it’s true.’ He takes off his trench coat; he puts it in the mat and slides into the ring. He stands up and starts stretching.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Then we got Joe… but not your average Joe… Grizzly Joe. Don’t think that it’s a joke, because anyone that has seen him in the ring knows that he means business. This guy is a former Young Lion’s champion, someone that I respect and someone that still makes me laugh when he goes out there. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him winning this match as an underdog, his performance lately has been something to admire, he has the fans, the fire and the face to be on the top, but why isn’t he? Because he falls under pressure. That is Joe’s problem, he doesn’t know how to handle it, he handled it for a while when he had the Young Lion’s title, but then he just disappeared. Since he has returned he has handled it better, like when we beat the Great Siege, I am looking forward to what you bring into the ring Joe, I know you have been gunning for me and my title for a while so I’ll keep my eyes open for you. Then… we got the scum of the earth, the Great Siege members. I have defeated these losers before and I don’t know why they are in this match. They are only good as a unit, not separate. In this match we have Chris Kennedy and the newest member of the Siege, Darnell Porter. You see, I call them scum, I insult them, why? Because I have absolutely no respect for them. They haven’t done anything to gain it. You guys think that you are the best, but you aren’t. You see, Chris Kennedy, you are all talk and no walk. You are too cocky because you rose to fame too fast. But due to what did you rise to fame? Only because of who you hang out with. Not because of your ability, not because of your family or anything else. The Great Siege is the only reason why you are getting all the shots you are getting. It is just not right. You have gotten a lot of world title shots already and what have you done with them? Nothing. You have lost them time and time again Kennedy, that is a statement that shows you just how legit Kennedy is. Kennedy is nobody, I have utter hate for the man. He thinks that he is the best wrestler in the world, but he isn’t, there are a lot of wrestlers that are better than him, Chris, I will say this to you, I don’t get mad easily, it takes a lot of time to get me mad, but boy you got me furious. Kennedy, if I go down, you will go down with me. You know, Kennedy, you aren’t even worth my time or my words; I’ll see you out there in the ring. Darnell Porter… man Darnell, I had respect for you… but not anymore. First, your career was going down the drain and now you join the Great Siege? Seriously? Talk about a new low for you. Darnell, you fought BESIDE people like Drazin, Bullseye and me together. And now you join up with them? It must be a joke Darnell. I had respect for you, I admired you, but not now, you disappoint me Darnell. No, no, no, you disgust me Darnell, all the respect that I had for you is now gone. Darnell your career has been going down the drain and it will end up right there. Why? Because the Great Siege destroys careers, not only of their enemies but also of their members, look at what they did to Jibade… well after PAJ and I destroyed him. Well, Darnell, my point is that in the long run, this will destroy you, this will do you more bad than good… you’ll see it in the end…”

Anthony stops stretching and stands still in the center of the ring, he looks to the side and sighs.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Tonight I pull double duty. First I step into a brutal cage match and defend my first ever title here in FWA, my FWA TV Championship. The championship that I worked so hard for, I broke my back and I got it… just like I got my spot at the Carnal Contendership. My opponent in that match is the Rebel Badass, I’ve said what I had to say the past times that we have faced. I have nothing to say to you Rebel, I have beat you time and time again and this will be no different… I’m looking forward to having the two matches that we will have and I plan on winning them both… Some people decide to only talk about people who have history with them, forget about people who they don’t know or don’t care about. They really don’t pay attention to those people, and that is their error. Because, over the years I’ve been in wrestling, I’ve learned that you can’t underestimate anyone, because the one that you underestimate is the one that will throw you out, the one that in the end wins it all. You can’t rely on your best friend in this match, it doesn’t matter if your best friend is in it, he will still stab you in the back to win it. Either friend or foe, you can’t let your guard down. I will go out there expecting anything. Am I a contender to win this match? Yes, people have been talking about it for a while, will I win it? I can’t tell you now, but I will tell you this. I WILL give 200% in this match, I will give my best and more, I won’t go down without a fight, and in the end, we’ll see who is the last man standing. For my opponents, I wish you the best of luck… but don’t go out there expecting to win… Because I plan to be… the last one standing…

He extends his hands to the sides and kneels, he smiles and puts his head down on the floor, his forehead on the mat and smiling, recreating the scene of when he won the FWA TV Championship at Red, White and Bruised as the scene fades to black...

[Minstrel of Chaos]

The scene opens on a ring that is spotlighted. In the center of the ring stands the Grim Reaper himself, Charon. The ring seems soaked in liquids, as Charon stands in his usual outfit of black flipping a two pronged dagger in between his gloved fingers. His mask looks to the light shining on the ring.

Charon: Blood.

He stops flipping the dagger before slashing his left hand, allowing his life to slip from him. He makes a fist with the hand, and forces the blood to seep through the clenched weapon. The blood flows out onto the canvas, making a modern art version of dying. He remains doing this for a few moments more before letting the hand rest by his side. The life still drips from his hand, continuing to stain the mat.

Charon: Burning hatred.

He is suddenly set into flames. He stands there as if nothing were happening. As he continues to stare into the spotlight, the flames rage on his body melting the outfit. Even his mask isn't safe from the inferno's endless hunger. As the mask slowly melts away, a burned face is shown below it. What remains is a single brown eye stares lifelessly into the spotlight.

Charon: Extinguished hopes.

The inferno is suddenly snuffed out as simply as a candle from a gentle breeze. There is no illusion this time, as the clothes remain consumed and the mask remains melted. As Charon continues to stare lifelessly, he finally lowers his eyes to look forward into the darkness surrounding the ring. The ring is then surrounded by a ring of fire.

Charon: In short, the birthplace of monsters. It is in this very ring where creatures of darkness are born. There have been many men who have been champions, and all of them have fallen to the darkness in their souls. Is it the pressure? Is it the greed to hold it? Is it the lust for the glory? Is it jealousy of the current champion? Or is it simply that the World Heavyweight championship just the title we give to the currently most horrific monster Crossfire has? Pain is all the champion of Crossfire will ever know, and no one knows that better than our past few. St. Clair, who has shown he has more heads than a hydra. Severino, who has enslaved women and betrayed even himself. Nemesis, who has been consumed by his love's death and has destroyed his best friends in search of the power that the title grants. Even the man who people thought couldn't be corrupted by the power of the belt, the Golden Child, fell prey to the darkness that empowers the World Heavyweight Title. It seems that you must face a layer of hell to become champion. You must sacrifice your humanity to be the champion of Crossfire. You must become a monster bent on devouring everything. You must become an abomination the likes of Lucifer himself to become champion.

The scorched man looks with calculated coldness into the camera's lens with his unnervingly lifeless stare. His skin is charred black, peeling in some places. Blood seeps over that side of his face, dripping into his eyes, seeming to stain the sclera with streaks of red. The lack of emotion, even that of pain makes it all the more grotesque.

Charon: I ask those of you at Carnal Contendership. What will you sacrifice? Can you willing give up your souls in search of glory? Are you able to do what I am willing to? I know that one of you can. Two of you have. What none of you realize is that beneath this mask is a man who has bled for this company. Who has fought for this company. A man who has literally died for this company. What lies beneath this mask is nothing but the empty shell of a man who has nothing left to lose. I am already a monster made by the champions of Crossfire. And at Aces High, you will see the corrupted fruit of their labor. They will bear witness to the abomination they have birthed. Do any of you believe that you can stand against a man who has met Death, consumed him, and was brought back in his image? So which of you thinks they have sacrificed what I have for this opportunity?

The outside of the ring lights up to reveal mannequins of the various stars in the Carnal Contendership match. As he points to PAJ, the light narrows to showcase him.

Charon: PAJ? Someone who leaves this battlefield mortals call entertainment, only to come back and claim he is capable of standing with people who have never stopped gnashing our teeth against the jaws of defeat and obscurity? You don't have the fortitude to sacrifice what I have for this war. It will only become more apparent as you square against people who have never lost that thirst that can only be quenched by subjugating the weaker willed. Your a shadow in the presence of monsters. Only the weak-willed would ever be afraid of you. Come back when you have regained that thirst.

The mannequin of PAJ is dragged below the earth, as the light shifts to Grizzly Joe.

Charon: Do you think you have what it takes Joe? Do you think you can sacrifice more than I have? Have you the drive to be torn apart by creatures far more savage than your namesake? Can you stand against the rising tide of blood that comes with facing down the immortals of darkness who tower above? At Carnal Contendership, I will be the witness to your will. Fail, and you will be devoured by the wilds you seek to conquer.

Suddenly a set of claws stabs through the likeness of Grizzly Joe, dragging it into the darkness behind it. The spotlight then spreads to spotlight a group of men who were once known as the 'Sons of Liberty'. The three stand together, each assaulting the other with a knife in the back.

Charon: The Sons of Liberty, who believed they had the power to change the pit of festering wounds that is known as Crossfire. They failed so many and even fell prey to the corruption they were trying to battle. It only goes to show that there is no standing against the tide of darkness that consumes the world of FWA. There is nothing more beautiful than the corruption of heroes, especially when they tear each other apart. I needn't fight any of you, because I only need to take out a weakened, wounded beast after you tear each other apart. You cost an innocent man his life, and I will collect his debt for him. The only one of you that is worth mention is Nemesis, who knows the sacrifice necessary to battle with the gods of darkness. The rest of you are not worthy to block my path, so begone from my sight.

Black waters pool around the mannequins' feet, and begins to rise quickly. As the water reaches waist level, it pulls back and drags Carmine and Bullseye away. Another spotlight is lit up showcasing Alexx.

Charon: What I did to you weeks ago is only a taste of what I will do to you at Carnal Contendership, and this time I'll make it permanent. I will make you the star attraction of a freakshow that even Rebel would retch at. You have done nothing but mock the darkness Alexx, but this time it will leave your body you cherish so much shattered.

The mannequin of Alexx shatters like glass, as the mannequin comes to focus, revealing Cameron Cross.

Charon: The so-called new hero of Crossfire, Cameron Cross. How are you any greater than the man I killed? How are you better than Michael Servin? Are you willing to go as far as he did to take on the monsters he did? How long before you become the monster that is necessary to be champion? How long can you stand before the abominations of Crossfire before you fall like he did. When you fall, I will be there to collect the soul of yet another foolish hero who thought he was strong enough. Show me why you are better than your predecessors and bathe in the glory of accomplishing the impossible. Pray to your goddess, Cross, because she won't save you from me. And when I am done with you, I am coming for her. Take care not to share Servin and Golden's fate, because as you draw nearer to the flame you will eventually get burned.

Cross's mannequin is set ablaze, slowly becoming melted slag. The light remains on its smoldering remains for a few moments more, before the light starts to dim to blackness.

Charon: Out of all the men I have mentioned, they are my only concerns in this match. Because they are the only men I believe worthy of making the sacrifice to be the next champion in their respective battlefields. The rest are beneath notice, and are incapable of making the necessary descent into the darkness. I will bring all of the contenders to heel when Aces High arrives. For this will be a night of flames, and returns to the world of the living. I will win Carnal Contendership, not to have a chance at the champion. I will win because there is no other path for me. I have nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. I will make every contender in that ring bleed. I will show that there is no will in that ring that surpasses my own. For there is only one thing waiting for those who live.

Charon lowers his head, and turns so that no one can see his face. He then removes his mask and holds it up so that it can be seen.

Charon: Death.

The lights go out, and the mask is beset by blue flames. It's burning effigy is the last thing shown, as once it burns away, the screen remains black.

[Venomous Dragon]

OOC:This takes place before the Young Lions championship promo

It's Academic


* Juan is backstage flipping through the Ace's High program when a camera man stuffs his camera in Juan's face*

Juan:You guys are annoying little pricks you know that?What the hell do you want?

CM:Just some thoughts on tonight's Carnal Contendership match?

Juan: My thoughts huh? Well I'll tell you what all those guys in there are going to think I'm an easy target. I mean hell I am going to be in a no DQ match earlier in the night and seeing as my last match with Eyesnsane saw broken tables, blood and Sledgehammers everyone expects this one to be even more brutal and they are right. It will be much more brutal. But that Isn't going to make me vulnerable. No it is going to be my advantage. I'm going to be much more alert and aware of my surroundings. I know the sharks will smell blood but I'm not going to let them consume. No I'm going to succeed. Just look at the others in the match and one knows I have a great chance.*Juan flips through the program stopping at the Great Siege page.* Let's take a look at these bottom feeders. They rather run in a pack than actually do it on their own steam. Chris Kennedy I've never faced but we have been in promotions together. He is a whiny little bitch who thinks that since his last name has some history behind he needs to be propelled to the top. He's been living off his family's name forever never wanting to work his way up. That's why he joined the great siege so he wouldn't work as hard. Darnell Porter goes on his little twitter to complain about his position but he's nothing but another little bitch willing to sell out to get some attention.Grizzly Joe I actually respect and if it comes down to me and him I wouldn't be surprised. For a guy called Rebel Bad Ass he sure gets his ass kicked a lot. Then Antony and PAJ who have allied recently since PAJ wants to ride Antony's coattails and probably some other things Antony wouldn't mind.Then nobody wrestlers like Ryan condom or whatever and Kendrick. Finally though I want to address my biggest threat in the match Nemesis. See I've been compared to a younger version of him but once I'm done here in FWA he'll be a distant memory. A mere footnote in history compared to my greatness.Everyone else in this match hasn't even caught my attention. Tonight I start building my legacy on his grave. See I have all the tools to win this thing. Me winning that's simply academic.Now get the hell out of my face I got stuff to do!

*Juan kicks the camera away and walks towards the entrance when his music begins to play*

[carter007]

Scene opens with Xavier Xander Xerxes walking backstage with Cameron Cross's X-Division title draped over his shoulder. He continues to look disheveled and unkempt. He is surprised however to see his father standing in the corridor awaiting his arrival. Mr X. is sporting a finely ironed three-piece suit and a fedora.

Xavier is hesitant to speak to his father, since he is the one that decided to freeze his assets and essentially cut him off of his estate. They shake hands.

Mr. X: Still taking things that don't belong to you?

He points to the X-Division title that Xavier has over his shoulder.

XXX: I don't have time for this.

XXX begins to walk away from his father.

Mr. X: Oh no, you're gonna stay here and listen to what I have to say.

XXX stops with his back facing his father

Mr. X: You turn and face me. It's the least you can do.

XXX doesn't budge

Mr. X: Damnit Xavier! Show me some respect!

Xavier slowly turns and faces his father

XXX: Respect?! You are one of the last people that should be talking to me about respect!

Mr. X scoffs and gains his bearings

Mr. X: You watch who you're talking to Xavier! I brought you into this world and don't even think for a moment that I won't take you out. Now tonight, after your street fight you have this Carnal Contendership match or something. What nonsense, besides you know that nobody actually thinks that you can win this match. Hell, your opponents aren't even taking you seriously.

XXX cuts him off and begins to unload his fury

XXX: You don't think I know that?! You think I like being a laughingstock in this business? You think I enjoy not being taken seriously?

Mr. X tries to speak but Xavier cuts him off again

XXX: No, you listen to me for once! I am tired of not being taken as a threat. I have endured enough criticism, enough laughter, enough of that nonsense. There is only one match that will allow me to finally make a statement to everyone in the FWA...even to you! What a better way to make my mark on history than by not only winning the X-Division championship, but also winning the Carnal Contendership?!

He runs his fingers through his hair

XXX: Tonight I have the opportunity to show everyone that I am a major player in this business, that I truly am the future of this company. They want to count me out, cross me off the list then that's fine because I don't care. That works to my advantage, they don't realize that they are merely feeding the flames. Soon, I will be at the top of the pillar, the king of the mountain and I will be looking down at all of my competitors and I will have the last laugh.

Mr. X begins to interject

Mr. X: What's gotten into you Xavier? You're not the same.

XXX: Tonight you will see a different Xavier Xander Xerxes. Tonight you will see a ruthless Xavier Xander Xerxes. Tonight you will see Xavier Xander Xerxes become the winning of the Carnal Contendership. This will be my night. This will be the night where I silence all of my critics. Bear witness to history in the making...

XXX walks away as his father stands bewildered at his son's new attitude