FWA 5/20/2011 Crossfire and Fight Night Super Show Promo Thread

[Dr Nash]

PROMOS ARE DUE TUESDAY, May 24th AT Midnight PACIFIC TIME! The LAST DAY to ask for extensions are MAY 23rd , 2011 AT 12 PM PACIFIC TIME! 24 Hour Extension ONLY!

Extensions
Alexx
Anthony
Ryan Rondo
PAJ
Chris Kennedy
APAB
Charon
Carmine
Zaire Wyoming
Gabriella
Wolf
XXX
Dinorah Redgrave

[Lewbrication]

An empty rushing train going past an open window in the dark suburbs. Curtains blowing out of the window and one dim light on. As the camera zooms into the window, Johnny Octane walks into view looking out of the window, pondering about what he has got. What he has done, what he has left behind. It's not anything he can get back in any hurry either, what, with the 11 hour travel to his homeland. He turns behind him after a sharp sound crackles through his laptop speakers.

Commentator: And this must be it, just six minutes to go and Cardiff City, now 3-0 down. For the second year in a row, they can't make it to the big time of the Premier League, and have to suffer another year of Championship football, in a league that on paper, they should be wrapping up without the route of the playoff in the first place! Unbelievable!

Johnny's face screws up, and he slams the laptop lid down. I can't believe I stayed up until three in the morning to watch this crap. Damn time difference. Damn Cardiff City, bottle it every time. But the silence has got Johnny thinking deeper. Theres more to life than your football team back home. Theres more to life than missing loved ones at home. You're here for a reason Johnny for fucks sake. You got a career to pursue, finally in a place where you can hit the big time man. Yeah, you got a dark match so it won't be on television, Christ Johnny, you've been in the ring less than five minutes... give it time. Plus, look at the guys you got yourself aligned with, they're good people, and they have come to you. After the little amount they've seen of you they came to you. You must be doing something right Johnny. The best thing for you is being out here and -

"Search and.... Seek And Destroy!"

His ringtone fully throwing him off his thoughts. He looks at the screen, and sighs, before pressing the green button, connecting the call.

Johnny Octane: Hey babe... yeah, I saw the game... no I don't want to talk about it, no.... it's not being childish it's just......not bad, got like a six man tag match at the Supershow coming up..... yeah, but my match isn't, it's a dark match...... Tan, things don't go that quick in real life you know, you see people make debuts on TV, but they've been there ages before hand, it's not that easy.

Hows your dad?....... Well, at least he's not getting worse eh?...... I know, I know....... yeah, but now its stopped spreading they can get rid of it right......I'm sure they will, they caught it early, hold on in there babe.........What? No, I just told you, I have a match on....... This is important too Tan, this is money for both of us its......I'm sorry Tan, but it's gonna be a few months....... I thought you were going to come out here anyway?...... Oh of course, now I'm not there, shes telling you what to do, it's always been the same, I told you this was going to...... What can I do? I'm halfway across the damn planet! Tan.... Tan....

And that was it. The lady Johnny Octane has devoted the last 2 and a half years for, and not seen her in over a month, and a 5 minute phone conversation ending with an argument about trying to get the two of them re-united. Typical. Get some sleep Johnny... big day ahead tomorrow. Focus on what you can influence here and now. Your career.

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THE NEXT DAY
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The Over the Edge locker room is rather busy, both Killemall and Eyesnsane are talking to each other, and Alana has just come out of the shower when Johnny opens the door. The three look straight to the door, and greet Octane as he's walking in, Octane rather embarrassed of the amount of Ms. Allure that is in front of him. But Killem And Eyes are right there, and they don't bat an eyelid, so, this must be normal right?! Octane wonders to the answer of that question as he sits by his locker, where he gets a text on his phone. He takes it out of his pocket and starts to read it. His eyes frantically pacing across the phone, and his thumb scrolling down the phone, revealing the rest of the message. Surely the message isn't that long Johnny. Whats taking so long Johnny.... Johnny....

Killemall: Johnny!

Octane: Uh, wha?- Oh, shit, sorry guys, just a bit of news from back home, sorry.

He slips his phone back in his pocket as Killem repeats what he had just said to Octane, that he didn't hear, as to being so engrossed in the message.

Killemall: I was just saying, I know your not going to be out there with us lot for your next match, but the other guys your facing, you don't need us out there. And you met Jake right, he's not bad a guy.

Octane: Yeah yeah, he was the guy from the club right? Yeah thats no problem guys, I know you got other matches so that's all good. The win is obviously important but it's about more than that for me you know? I've come here wanting to be a big star, and I might be pushing things a bit early but I want to go out there and prove that I'm no jobber, I'm no dark match guy. I'm here to be the best, and literally shine, comparing to the rest of the guys I'm in the ring with.

Alana: Ambition... not to mimic one of your homeland films... is critical Johnny. You'd be nowhere without it, because you wouldn't want to go anywhere, you'd have no reason. This is the reason we approached you, you have the drive that you... and we need to become a nameable threat to anyone here in the FWA, no doubt about it. We've been under-acknowledged for way too long, and you Johnny, are that fire power we needed to rocket us to the forefront. So what was the news?

Octane: Huh- Oh, that! nothing, nothing.... my team from back home had a bad result in the football that's all.

Not knowing Johnny had watched the full game, the OTE guys carry on their business as usual. But whatever the message was, it doesn't seem to be bothering Johnny. As he looks in the mirror he sees not a man missing home and loved ones. This guy woke up on the right side of the bed so to speak, and instead, he sees a superstar of the FWA, a future champion. He runs his hand through his bristles of hair on the top of his head when there's a knock on the door. Octane, already on his feet, goes and opens the door where an arena worker is standing behind nervously.

Worker: Ahh, Mr. Octane. Media want to see you for shots on the website and a promo for the show. Right away please Sir.

Octane: Okay, no problem, I'm just gonna grab a few things and I'll be right over.

Johnny steps back over to his bag and takes out a spare t-shirt and his phone. He picks up the bottle of water he'd been carrying and walks away from his bag. But, he looks at his phone a second time, and he throws the phone gently back into the bag. He smiles as he turns around and leaves the locker room to get the shots taken ready for his match.

[Nolee_Lacroix]

The camera comes up on a sweet little lingerie store in a mall, showing Nolee talking with one of the employee's with a blush on her face.

Nolee: *turns to look at the camera* Oh! I...uh...well yeh caught me! I ain't ever been one real good for this kind of stuff. It's always been a bit...feminine for me. Not saying I'm not feminine because I am just...well...not in situations like this. Yeh see, they put me in a pillowfight. I was never one for those things while I was growing up. I went to slumber parties sure but I was more of the girl that read or did crossword puzzles in the corner while everyone else had fun.

The employee comes back with a bright pink piece of lingerie with fur sleeves

Nolee: Oh no! Definitily not! *she sends the employee back to look for more before turning back to the camera* And I'm fighting Maddie. Maddie is a great, great competitor. And I'm sure, from what I hear, she can definitly win one of these sorts of matches. I can't. I dunno how to win, I ain't never done nothing like this. I wish her the best of luck. We're not best friends but I'd like to say that we're friends. At least I hope we're friends. She ain't the kinda girl I'd wanna be an enemy with...

The employee comes back holding two pieces of lingerie, a black one with a very skimpy bodice and a purple one that fits the body closely but doesn't show off to much

Nolee: The lilac one! *she picks it up and holds it against her, looking into the mirror and nodding* Definitly this one! *she turns back to the camera* Well, I have my outfit, Maddie yeh go on and get yers. I look forward to putting on a show with these people. After all it's just fer fun. Now, excuse me, I have to go make sure this size fits me.

[Wolf]

Sara Wolf is Back in Business


“Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat.” Malcolm S. Forbes


Scene opens with black-and-white footage from Ace’s High PPV, as the Spitfire Sara Wolf was out-witted and out-fought by Dinorah Redgrave, costing her the Women‘s Championship. The footage shows her down for the three-count, anger filling her eyes as she watches Dinorah leave with her championship title. We go to a shot of Dinorah Redgrave backing up the ramp with the title in tow, then back to the ring with Sara seemingly falling apart at the seems. And finally, the camera lifts to a banner advertising Fight Night and Crossfire Supershow, where the two sides will meet to finish things once and for all. The video fades to black.



It's Saturday Night in Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia and the show is suddenly brought to a grinding halt as "Adrenalina" hits and the audience erupts with anger and fury as Sara Wolf steps out from the back, microphone already in hand. As she steps past the thick steam rising from the stage, she looks through dark shades at the crowd as they spew their venom towards the Ex-Women’s Champion. She grins a full row of pearly whites as they boo her, feeding off their hatred, feeding off their animosity and using it to fuel the sick kick she gets off of doing what she does so well. Sara nods, then gives the cut sign and her music slowly fades out
A sad tune replaces her theme music in the background as Sara starts to sing...badly

Sara Wolf: "Noooobody knows, the trouble I‘ve seen...Nobody knows...my sorrow..."

She pinches the top of her nose as if holding back tears.

Langdon: This is very uncharacteristic for Sara Wolf.

Sara Wolf: "Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down....Yes lord, you know sometimes I'm almost to the ground, O yes, Lord, still..."

She dips her hand into a bowl of water flicking it onto her own face as if she's crying

Sara Wolf: "Noooobody knows the trouble I‘ve seen"

She puts her head in her hands, her body shakes and it genuinely looks like she's crying. Suddenly she looks up and directly to the camera as the music scratches to a halt, she stares at the camera screwing her nose up, taking her hand she runs it back through her hair shaking out the style so it's back to normal, she stands up, pointing toward the camera

Sara Wolf: "Call it a tribute, Cinderella Redgrave, call it a huge ass tribute to your career because that is ALL the highlight video is going to consist of when you finally do the rest of us a favor and get the hell outa dodge! I‘ve said it for the last month and I meant it Dinorah, you're a soap opera. There's nothing else too you. How can Cinderella Redgrave get the fans to support albino with coloured hands on the edge of insanity ? Oh easy, I'm gonna pile on the guilt, week after week. 'Oh my life is so hard because my mother was a recluse, a schizo frantic whore with hyper active adult Autism and a bit of Munchhausen Syndrome', 'I wish I could stand in the sun for more than five seconds like normal people, 'pity me', 'pity me, 'PITY ME!' Well f*ck you Redgrave because I'm sick and I'm tired of the Cinderella show. My Championship has fallen into the hands of Avril Lavinge plus a few pounds. I thought I'd be able to deal with it, i thought I'd get over it, seep it under the carpet and move on to another division - turns out I can't. I can't shake the feeling, I can't help but feel my right shoulder feels way too light, it feels empty.." [ she bites her lip ] "Turns out I need the FWA Women‘s Championship. I didn't quite realize it at first and I'm no where near comfortable with the thought of it yet but that title does what Anyanka said it does. All the old gals like Jenny ignito they always used to say that ...it gets into your skin and I never understood it. I never quite got it till I held and lost the Women‘s Championship. I feel lost. I hate feeling like this and Cinderella Redgrave you're the single reason these thoughts have even entered my mind" [ she taps her temple ] "I want my title back Cindy...no, f*ck that. I NEED my title back !!! I am a WOLF!! Me and the damned ex-husband of mine have one thing incommon Everytime you try to tear us down, we just come back stronger, faster, BETTER. We come back with twice the resolve and we do what so many people in this company can only talk about doing...we put people down for good.


Taking exception to Spitfire's words, the fans start up a 'You suck' chant, which only serves in widening her sick smile. She holds a hand up and looks around at the crowd, egging them on, adding fuel to the fire-


Sara Wolf: You're pathetic, all of you! Just like the predictable little sheep I've said you were from the very beginning, all it takes is one little push and every last one of you starts booing on command! Every week it's the same thing, every show, every city, every time I touch down in a new place, it's the exact same thing. It doesn't matter if it's Fight Night PPV or Supershow, it's always the same thing. It's always the boos from you idiots. Do yourselves a favor and stick to your stupid little internet rants or your dumb Youtube videos on how I killed the Women’s division here in FWA. Keep on doing what you're doing, because it's that same blind ignorance that just fuels gals like me to excell. It fuels me to succeed, to survive by any and all means necessary! Dinorah beat me and ever since Aces High I got people whispering backstage, snickering talking about how Sara Wolf has found Darnell Porter to her career, the person she can't get it done against. I'm not going to let you be, what was Darnell Porter to my exhusbands career. I won't let you be that to my career

She stops cold for a moment, breathing heavily as she glares into the camera. She pushes a handful of her back out of her face, practically pulling it from her scalp as she runs her hand down the back of her neck. She looks back up at the camera and that sinister smirk begins to take shape across her face.

Sara Wolf: A couple months ago, you people were rooting for Raquel Wendsday a similiar weirdo like Cinderella Redgrave, and now she is nothing more than an unpleasant memory. The fly-by-night Irish connection? Hell, does she still even work here anymore? Does it even matter?! OF COURSE NOT! And you will walk the same pat has she is. Then someone else will replace you


She shook her head slowly, her every word dripping in confidence. And why not? She put Raquel Wendsday out a very similiar character to Dinorah Redgrave, doing it this time should be just as easy, right? That's what her brain was telling her, but something about her just didn't seem like she believed it whole-heartedly. The always booty loving Piers can be heard in the back ground chuckling whilst struggling to get the words out "It's so true"

Sara Wolf: In fact-

Sara walks to the ropes and exits them to get outside the ring

Langdon: Where's she going?

Sara Wolf: -let's ask some of you here in the crowd, .

Sara walks around ringside looking for somebody to ask. She spots someone and walks towards him. She reaches him and puts her hand on the audience members shoulder.

Langdon: Oh give me a break.

Langdon's frustration comes from the fact that Sara has a approached a male wearing a Spitfire shirt.

Sara Wolf: let’s get an unbiased opinion. What do you think will happen after the Supershow?

Audience Member 1: You will be champion once again, Sara, and Dinorah Redgrave will go back to the crackhole she came from

Sara Wolf: Thank you very much.

Sara walks back around and sees Piers at the commentary table

Piers: I think she's coming this way!

Sara Wolf: What is gone be left of Dinorah Redgrave after the Supershow in Atlanta, Georgia?

Piers: Absolutely nothing, Sara.

Sara Wolf: Thank you, Mr. Piers.

Sara walks to Langdon and then passes by him as if he is not even there.

Langdon: Hey where you going? You never asked me.

Piers: Shut up Langdon, Sara doesn't talk to nerds.

Langdon: This is ridiculous.

Sara climbs over the guard rail and into the audience as security surrounds her to stop people from touching or approaching her. Sara sees an extremely overweight man in the crowd wearing a Spitfire shirt and holding a sign reading "I love Sara Wolf". She approaches him to his delight.

Langdon: How impartial is this. She's only asking people that are wearing her memorabilia, of course they are going to support her.

Sara Wolf: So, is Dinorah going to fade into obscurdity after this Sundays Supershow?

Sara looks away and smirks cockily knowing the answer to expect

Audience Member 2: Actually, no. I think Dinorah has a bright future here in FWA. Here in ring skills are second to none.

At the hearing of yes, Sara's head swiftly turns to the woman and an expression of shock is all over her face whilst the crowd laugh.

Sara Wolf: What?

Audience Member 2: I think that she has been a great champion

Langdon: Sara Wolf is not even in restaurant and she got served!

Piers: Nerd.

The crowd laugh again as Sara still looks utterly confused

Sara Wolf: Take off my shirt.

Audience Member 2: What?

Sara Wolf: Take it off!!

The camera focuses on the fat man removing his shirt and as he lifts it everyone sees the rolls of fat on his stomach, the stretch marks, his belly hanging over his tight jeans. As soon as Sara sees this she turns in disgust:

Sara Wolf: Oh good god! Keep it on, keep it on!

Sara then turns back to the man and helps him pull back down his shirt in an effort to cover him up as quick as he can. Sara proceeds to run back to the ring, jumping back over the barricade and entering the ring again. Sara is now stood still in the ring with her eyes closed, thumb and finger on the bridge of her nose looking downwards obviously thinking of what she just saw with the crowd laughing. She shudders before slowly regaining composure.

Sara Wolf: That right there is why I don't mingle with you types of people, you literally make me sick.

The crowd roars drawing a heated scowl from Sara as she turns to the corner and buries her head into the top turnbuckle as if she were trying to shut them all out. Her head shoots up, snapping her blonde hair back as she continues


Sara Wolf: I'm not some twisted psychopath looking for a first-class ride through pain town. And I'm also not a walking sob story. I'm the woman that took putting people out of commission and turned it into an art form. Anyanka, Nathalie De Silva and Raquel Wendsday, you can’t be the first Cindy, but you will be the next. I don't just rush in, guns blazing at everything that moves like I'm some kind of idiot. I take everything into account before I act. I see somebody like you Cindy and I know you're coming straight ahead like a diesel coming downhill on all cylinders, annhilating everything in your path. But I'm not about to sit there and let you take your shots at me, Cindy. I'm not stupid. The moment you take me for granted is the moment you put more than just this match on the line. You put your career on the line, because it makes no difference to me how far I've got to go in order to win this weekend. Be it a simple arm wrench or a multiple concussion, I could care less. I'm here because I deserve to be here, because I've proven myself to be one of the most dangerous women on the roster. And that moniker is going to continue this week when I dash your hopes and send you right back down the ladder. Cindy, I'm not in the practice of preparing myself for failure, not even against a rabid animal like you. But rabid animals..they get put down. They enjoy themselves for a time because most people are too scared to get up close and finish them off, but it always ends the same way. Sooner or later, they get dragged down kicking and screaming and they're put out of their misery. So before you grab a camera and go into your whole angr-sad routine, I want you to think about something Cindy."

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


Sara Wolf: I won't let you stand in my way because I'm the only chosen one here on Fight Night. Me! Sara Wolf! I was brought here to succeed, to shut down each and every person that tries to get in the way of my destiny! you can count on me doing exactly what I do best and that's finding a way to cut you down to size! Her fingers begin to twitch, itching to get into the ring this weekend. You may be a beast..Hell, even I referred to you as an animal myself. But I'm not, Cindy. I'm a woman. I'm the best woman this place has ever seen. And whether you, Nolee or any of the cows that walk these halls knows it or not, I'm the woman whose going to hold the Women’s championship. Not you! Not anyone in this building except Sara Wolf! Sunday night isn't your time to shine, ...it's mine. It's time for me to solidify myself as one of the game's elite. Time to eclipse girls like you and everyone other set of envious eyes I see when I walk through these halls! Not because I'm bigger or stronger, not because I'm some sick freak..but because I'm the chosen one and trust me, Cinderella on Sunday midnight will strike"


"Adrenaline" hits and Sara holds a fist high into the air. She receives another wave of boos, but could care less. She smirks and moves her hands along her waste, signifying that she's still the Champion. She points to one of the cameras on the stage and mouths the words "Trust me", intending it for Dinorah. Sara then disappears into the back.

[Eyesnsane]

[The scene opens with Eyesnsane sitting in a chair at the end of a long board room table. The Young Lion’s championship belt lies on the table in front of him. He’s wearing a white shirt without a tie and a black suit jacket. There is another person in the room, but just off camera so as not to be seen and only a voice can be heard…]

Voice: Needless to say, you are aware of what’s going on. Just as well as you know or at least have an idea of who is being looked at.

Eyesnsane: Look I did not come here to talk back and forth in riddles with you. You called and Alana asked me to come here and meet with ya, so that’s why I’m here.

Voice: I see a straight shooter. Then I can assume she has informed you of what I’m looking for, and hoping to see at the super show this week, right?

Eyesnsane: Yeah, she told me what you are about. You know what; it does not matter to me. Not in the least, you see I can’t be bought, not by you or anybody else. I am going to show up every day and do what I do best, and that’s kick somebody’s ass.

Voice: You do understand that I am more than able to purchase…

Eyesnsane: I don’t care if you can buy six flags Atlanta, I don’t care how much you are worth, that ain’t why I’m in the FWA. I’m not some wanna be hero, looking for fans to yell my name, and if you wanted a hit man; I got this friend, he’s a ninja, and can do some really crazy s********! It’s like this, I came here to look you in your squinty little eyes and tell you man to man, I don’t care who’s watching who or what. I could care less what you would like to see happen or what would turn your stomach. Later on I have an opportunity plain and simple to go out there and prove that the Young Lion’s champ is better than the X-division champ, to prove that fight night is better than crossfire, and I’m damn sure going to go out there and prove that Eyesnsane is better than Xander Jerk Sersee, or whatever the hell he calls himself. Not for you or any damn body else, but because I am that good and it puts me one step closer to my goal. You can like it, love it, or I hate it!

[Eyesnsane gets up and slams his first on the table, while at the same time grabbing his title and placing it over his shoulder. He walks over to the door of the room…]

Eyesnsane: That’s it, that’s all!

[Eyesnsane walks out of the room slamming the door behind him.]





The Arena Parking Lot…



[Eyesnsane is in the arena parking area, he’s behind a van. He’s wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The sun is shining brightly, as it’s a nice day. In front of him is a grill, he has a drink in one had and is using a spatula to turn burgers with his other hand. There are fans parked on either side of Eyesnsane doing the same thing only cooking different items. After turning all the burgers; over he takes a seat on a nearby red and white Coleman cooler. He takes a long slow sip of his drink, looks up into the sky, and then toward the camera a bit…]

Eyesnsane: Triple X, you have said a lot of things recently. Oh and just because I’m not on Crossfire, does not mean that I don’t pay attention to what goes on, but that’s not what’s really important right now. Lately, well since you finally managed to win that X-Division title, you’ve been a bit more long winded than usual. You even went to so far as to claim you now know the streets, you learned how to sacrifice. You walk around in your thousand dollar suites, driving around your thousand dollar cars, claiming that you know what it’s like to go with out. You’ve been spewing crap from your mouth going so far as to blame the fans for your repeated ability to loose title match after title match. After all that learning, you come out and talk about how much better you are than all of us, You said therefore you must believe you are better than each and everyone of us that laces up our boots. You believe you are better than us because you can have a big house torn down, or buy a fancy suite, or drive a fancy car.

[Eyesnsane stands up, once again tending to the meat on the grill. He sets his drink down on top of the cooler he was just sitting on, and opens the back of the van. He rustles through some bags and produces some paper plates. He then moves back to the grill and starts to remove the burgers, while occasionally give some away to those next to him as well as passers by. He then grabs the bid thermos container he is drinking out of, opens the cooler, and grabs some ice that he then places into the beverage container he’s been drinking out of. Eyesnsane once again returns to the open back of the van and begins looking through some more bags, this time he looks over his shoulder toward the camera, and pours something into the container that we can not see from the camera angle. He closes the van and tightens the lid on the container. He takes yet another long slow sip of his drink.]


Eyesnsane: People like you just don’t get it, and never will. What a disappointment you must be to your father. You still don’t get that the only reason he put you through that whole ordeal, was to help you discover your hunger. To jump start your drive, so you could prove your determination. Because of what he did, you now have that belt over your shoulder. What did you do after you won it? You sought swift and immediate revenge against the man who directly caused you to get it. You simply lack understanding, but then again so does your father; I mean after years of not really giving a damn about anything but his business, after you are all grown up, he decides to try to teach you life lessons, like you would actually get it, while trusting you enough to leave his position in the company vulnerable, and you did exactly what you sat back and watched daddy do all your life. You simply took an advantage as quickly as you could so you could get some payback. You don’t get that this is not one of your video games, and that most of us are doing this because we love it, because we need it, and because more than anything else we want it. Oh, but you will learn, you will learn tonight.

[Eyesnsane sits his thermos down on the bumper of the van, he then turns and picks up the cooler, while also unstopping the drain on the side of it and proceeds to let some water run out of the cooler onto the grill he was using. Steam and smoke rise up from the grill as a sizzling sound can be heard as the cool water hits the hot metal, and burning coals. He then sits the cooler back down on the ground, and picks his cup back up. Then Eyesnsane heads for a side entrance to the arena. As the camera is following him to the building he begins to speak again.]


Eyesnsane: Make know mistake about it X, I know you, perhaps better than you know yourself. You’ve spent your hole life walking around feeling like you are entitled to the entire world and that life is not fair because daddy did not give you enough hugs and play catch with you growing up. You are a pompous, spoiled brat, who still has not figured a way to take the silver spoon out of your mouth. Now tonight, you find yourself having to step in the ring with me. Tonight is not about titles, hell it’s not even about Fight Night or Crossfire. It’s about a man, you, foolish enough to believe his own hype.

[As he enters the building, suddenly a clip plays …….

“I am the centerpiece of the X-Division, the cornerstone of CrossFire, and the apex of the FWA.”

And then Eyesnsane, resumes talking as the camera is now following him through the hallways of the building.]

Eyesnsane: Now that was a pretty big claim for a guy who has lost every match you have had since winning that title. There’s no hunger in you, no deep rooted desire to be the best in the business, the truth of it is you are the X-Division champion simply because I have not been on Crossfire. You will remain the X-champ simply because management did not want to Crossfire to loose that title to fight night. Tonight, you will remain as consistent as you have been these last few weeks, and you will lose to me. I hope you understand, I am no Jim Powers, and no matter what Robinson says, I am not some developing project. I am the man who has restored the Young Lion’s Division, I have taken the prestige of this title to new heights, so much so that the more established wrestlers want it, just go ask Rebel when you see him. This match with you is nothing more than another opportunity to prove that I am the best of the best, and you will learn first had what true hunger, desire, fortitude and drive looks like tonight. In the end that is all each one of us has, that nobody can take away. Maybe someday you’ll get it, but for now you have a long way to go and a lot more to learn. Tonight, you will be the prey feasted on by the FWA’s Lion.

[iMatt]

Inside a luxurious hotel room.....

Thomas Princeton awakes inside a big fluffy bed. He yawns and crawls out of it slipping into some velvet slippers as he does so. He wears a green robe with "TP" embroiled into the chest. He walks out onto the balcony of his hotel room overlooking the city skyline. He then looks at his watch.

Tom: 5..4...3...2...

There is a knock at the door on cue. Tom grins.

Tom: Come in.

Tabby dressed in her business attire enters the room. In her hand she holds a coffee cup, she places it on a silver tray and hands it to Tom. Tom takes the tray and the cup and starts to slowing sip from the piping hot cup.

Tom: Good work Tabitha. Right on time.

Tabby: How are you doing today Mr. Princeton?

Tom: I'm doing fine. Now tell me, who am I taking on at this supershow?

Tabby looks over her notes.

Tabby: It says here you are set to face The Rebel Bad Ass in a crossbrand match.

Tom: Ah yes, Rebel. It's been a while since I've faced that speck of white trash.

Tabby: Would you like me to update you on his current situation?

Tom chuckles.

Tom: No need for that, I am very aware of the lack of progress Rebel has made while I've been over on CrossFire. I think I know what to focus on, he is of little consequence to say the least.

Tabby nods her head understanding.

Tabby: So....do you need me for anything else?

Tom raises an eyebrow.

Tom: No,...why do you ask?

Tabby: Well if I got the rest of the morning off I was hoping Dimitri and I could go and visit a local museum together.

Tom: Sure go have fun Tabitha. Though what will Bryce have to do then?

Tabby's eyes grow wide.

Tabby: Oh please don't make Bryce tag along. He can be...annoying.

Tom: You don't need to tell me that twice. I'll find some busy work for Bryce to do. And so he doesn't feel left out, not that I'd personally care if he did I'll tell him you and Dimitri are out finding a me a new statue for my house back in Roxbury.

Tabby: Just for the sake of continuity if I have to lie to him is the statue Greek, Roman or Egyptian?

Tom: Neither. Tell him its Russian.

Tabby: Do you like Russian art?

Tom: I've spent some time at the Hermitage. Go and have fun. I do expect you back by 5pm however. I must prepare for my statement against Rebel.

Tabby nods her head, understanding. Tabby leaves as Tom sips his coffee and looks out onto the morning skyline he begins to have a flashback....

~Flashback~

St. Petersburg, Russia 2002....

Thomas Princeton is in an all black suit walking around the Hermitage museum. With him also in a suit is a bushy bearded man with dark hair and beady eyes. They look around and then speak to each other as they pretend to admire a painting.

Tom: Eddy, what's going on out there? You heard anything about any odd movement around the place?

Eddy talks with a heavy American southern accent.

Eddy: None. Sons of bitches ain't tell me nuthin' yet. Ya' ask me there jus' waitin' fer' sumthin' to happen. Get us all killed, these commies don't know a damn thing excpet runnin' behind nukes. Wish we had wiped this godforsaken country off the map. I hate the cold!

Tom looks around the room, there are civilians all around looking at paintings and admiring artwork.

Tom: CIA and the Kremlin both have reports that a bomb is going to go off here today, we have to stop the bomber before that happens.

Eddy: Ya' I know no need to brief me twice. Jus' handle yer' business I'll handle mine. It's hard to find a shady guy though when everyone in here looks like it.

Tom notices a woman leave an expensive purse by a pillar.

Tom: Whoever said it'd be a guy?

Tom walks over towards the pillar he speaks into a secret microphone in his watch.

Tom: Возможная бомба spooted, ждать моего доклада. (Possible bomb spooted, wait for my report.)

Tom approaches the bag and opens it up there are wires everywhere. Tom looks over to Eddy who is at a distance but looking at him for the word. Tom holds up his hand with his thumb tucked into his palm. Eddy speaks on his hidden mic.

Eddy: Code 11, I repeat Code 11.

Tom: Dammit....

Tom surveys the area.

Tom: Отправить в кого-то, кто имеет дело с взрывчатыми веществами. (Send in the bomb squad.)

Tom notices the same woman walking back towards her bag. She has something in her hand. Eddy suddenly points a gun at her.

Eddy: Drop it! Put your hands on your head and walk slowly away or I will shoot!

Civilians panic and start to run away from the room. The woman is frightened and starts to speak wildly as she holds up her hands but doesn't drop what is in them.

Woman: Пожалуйста! Пожалуйста! Не стреляйте в меня! Я не говорю по английски! (Please! Please! Don't shoot me! I do not know English!)

Tom: Eddy! Wait! Wait!

Eddy cocks the gun. The woman screams Tom gets to his feet.

Woman: Пожалуйста! Пожалуйста! Не стреляйте в меня!

Eddy: What the hell is she sayin'?

Tom: She saying not to shoot!

Eddy: Well tell her to drop what is in her hand!

Tom: Пожалуйста, мэм падения, что находится в ваших руках.

The woman who is now in tears puts down what is in her hand it is car keys.

Eddy: Dammit, I could have killed ya' bitch! And then who knows what would have happened to our bomber!

Tom eyes grow wide.

Tom: Eddy! You idiot! You just said that out loud! do you know who could have heard you?!

Eddy: Don't worry nobody speaks English in this backwater country! I--

Suddenly there is an explosion from outside, wood and glass go flying into the room. Tom grabs the woman and throws her to the ground. Eddy doesn't get down in time and is hit with some debris as he falls to the ground. Tom's ears are ringing as he gets up. He sees Eddy rolling around in pain.

Tom: Eddy!

Eddy: I'm fine! I'm fine! Just got a little cut up that's all! How's the Russian bitch?

Tom frowns. He sees that a small part of the Hermitage has been destroyed.

Tom: Because of your stupidity we just lost art thousands of years old!

Eddy: Who gives a damn?! It's Russian art, its not worth anything!

Tom glares at Eddy, he looks up and sees a damaged statue about to fall on Eddy he grins.

Tom: It's worth more than your life.

Eddy: What?

The statue falls on Eddy as he screams.

~End Flashback~

Tom stands back in his hotel room, he is just finishing his coffee. He sits down in a lounge chair a frown on his face.

Inside the FWA arena.....

"The Orange Man" plays over the loudspeakers and the crowd begins to boo as Thomas Princeton accompanied by his "Yes Men" enter and walk down the entrance ramp. Tom is wearing his regular business suit with a dark blue tie. He steps into the ring and is handed a microphone.

Tom: Good evening subordinates! I am sure you are all wondering why I am taking time out of my incredibly busy schedule to talk to you tonight. Well trust me it's not to socialize with you little groundlings!

The boos against Tom get louder, he smiles almost laughs as he continues to talk.

Tom: Well I am out here tonight because I am set to face a piece of redneck backwoods white trash known as The Rebel Bad Ass!

The fans boo Rebel as well. Though some cheer him.

Tom: Guess I'm not the only one who doesn't take a liking to this slice of Confederate Justice. Yes, The Rebel Bad Ass is my opponent for the FWA Supershow Fight Night versus CrossFire. I have not faced Rebel in a match in quite some time since I've gone to CrossFire, but I am looking forward to taking on this man if you can call him one. Not because I feel he will be some form of competition towards me, hardly. In fact I am quite confident it will be an easy victory for myself. I mean does anyone here think that Rebel is on MY level?

Does anyone here actually think that Rebel actually has a chance against a wrestler of my ability? Oh, I know some will be citing that Rebel has miraculously made it into the Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber right? Well take it from someone who actually won it, Rebel is just the punching bag of that match. I will be VERY surprised if he is not the first person pinned in that match. Have you guys heard the talent that is to be in that match? I dont think Rebel has ever beaten anyone in that match one on one more than twice in his career! And you all think Rebel will win that because he's hardcore? You know for such a hardcore wrestler he loses a lot of those high profile gimmick matches. I believe the last two he was in was a Parking lot brawl which he lost to James "Eyesnsane" Hughes who will be in the chamber and he lost to Anthony while going for the TV title in a steel cage match. And guess what? Anthony is going to be in the chamber as well! Please! This match is a joke, a warm up for me before I get to the real show at Back in Business VI where I can become and will become North American champion.

Rebel, has no chance against me. He will be crushed under my sheer talent as I make an example of him for Carmine Reaper and Alexx. That's right Rebel if you're listening to this, don't even consider you an opponent I consider you an effigy for Alexx and Carmine. You have the same wrestling ability as an effigy in my opinion as well! You will be strung up and held high after I have pinned you, or made you tap out as a reminder to Carmine and Alexx of just how dangerous I am when I want something. And my desire for the North American championship is greater than you could imagine Rebel. Because it is a title well beyond your reach. You still tout your time as Young Lions champion? Am I to be impressed? It is a developmental title, and that was months ago! Joshua Diehl was still a part of the company during your reign! The Great Siege didn't even exist on legal paper! Your time as Young Lions champion was wasted as you didn't develop you just got sent up to a new division where you couldn't hold your own! In your last ten matches how many did you actually win Rebel? And who were those victories against? Bobby Thunder? I am a two time soon to be three time and thus record breaking North American champion, what are you about to be? The same thing you were last month and the month before NOBODY! NOTHING!

I know your kind Rebel, white trash with nothing to show for himself. A hillbilly who gets drunk and then thinks he's so tough cause he chews tobacco and can drink some local disposables under the table. Should I applaud you while I sip fancy wines and drive my Maserati? Your kind works for me, and your kind are the kind of people so inadequate and lazy they let a whole other race of slaves do their work for 300 years! I say this a lot, but I truly am better than you because you are the lowest common denominator. The trash of trash. The mud on the heel of my boot! And I am supposed to fear you? Supposed to respect you? I would spit in your face if it wasn't a waste of good saliva! I worked with your type before Rebel. He was uncultured, rude, he had delusions of grander, he thought that he somehow could be victorious if he just showed up, that is you! You are that man! And do you want to know what happened to him? He ended up crushed beneath the statue of a Russian woman bathing herself! You are a waste of air, a waste of time and a waste of life!

When people look back they will say Rebel was a tough SOB who fought a lot and took on anyone. But nobody will say he won matches, nobody will say he had these great title reigns, nobody will say they feared getting in the ring with him. Because you are SOFT! You don't come from a region of this country of winners Rebel, if I remember correctly it was the south who got their asses kicked by ancestors. Yes we stood in our Ivory towers and watched people of your lowly class and persuasion eat each other alive and we laughed and we wore the clothes your slaves had made of cotton. We sipped your wines and ate your fried food as a guilty delicacy. This match will be nothing more than history repeating itself not just of you and me, but of my kind versus yours. I will destroy you just so everyone else can know just how powerful I am! Maybe I'll even use one of your finishers on you, show you how a real man does it! I will do all these things because my name is Thomas Princeton and I am better than the south, the confederates, fried chicken, CJ Williams and YOU!

Tom drops his mic as "The Orange Man" blasts over the loudspeakers. Tom exits with a smug grin on his face with the "Yes Men".

[DramaShark]

The Florida Everglades
Thursday, April 19th 2011
One Day before the FWA Supershow

A warning to the people,
The good and the evil,
This is war.

To the soldier, the civilian,
The martyr, the victim,
This is war.

It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie,
The moment to live and the moment to die,
The moment to fight, the moment to fight
To fight, to fight, to fight!

A peach colored sun sets over the wet, subtropical terrain as The Astonishing Chris Kennedy and his Great Siege stablemate Zaire Wyoming cruise through the everglades in a luxury sizes Air-Boat, a swamp cruiser fit for a Floridian aristocrat such as Chris Kennedy. he sound of crickets and bullfrogs can be heard over the sound of Zaire's radio, which is playing "This is War" By 30 Seconds To Mars as Zaire Wyoming is at the wheel of the swamp cruiser. In his left hand he has a Mamiya DL28 Digital Camera out and he is recording the scenery while there is still daylight. Chris Kennedy is sitting Indian style in the back of the boat reading the newest issue of FWA Magazine. The cover reads "The Women of The FWA" and Gabrielle is on the cover. Kennedy thumbs through the magazine with a childlike excitement as Zaire Wyoming navigates the swamps of Floridas marshlands. A large Great Blue Heron flies over the airboat and caws loudly as an enthusiastic Zaire cathes the rare bird on film.

Zaire Wyoming: Hot damn, Chris...look at that bird! I reckon he'd be good with in some honey Barb-B-Q sauce and some Corn fritters...

Chris Kennedy: Your looking at 10 years in prison, that's an extremely endangered species, Zaire.

Zaire Wyoming: Aw heck, I was just messin'. Hey, we are surrounded by all this awesome wildlife and scenery and you are reading that dagumn magazine. What's the deal?

Chris Kennedy: Gabrielle looks astonishing in this photoshoot, Zaire. Not that I expecteded anything less. I am trying to find the most recent FWA Insider Edition...

Zaire Wyoming: It's usually in the back of the magazine...

Chris Kennedy thumbs through the magazine until he gets to the most recent FWA Insider Edition. Chris begins reading the magazine and Zaire stops the Air Boat and grabs a Coor's Light out of the cooler, still gripping his camera with his other hand. As Zaire looks over to the side of the boat, he sees a large Alligator creeping up by the side of the boat. An ecstatic Zaire records the gator briefly before the large leathery reptile disappears into the water.



A couple of Dragonflies can be seen going by Chris's face and he shoos them away, his attention fully invested in the magazine he is reading. Zaire turns the camera to Chris.

Zaire Wyoming: Chris man, this is all going strait to the Great Siege homepage...We are out here in your native Florida, in the "promised land", we got the camera, tell the world what's on your mind, hoss...

◘ Chris Kennedy ◘What's on my mind, Zaire? In the recent weeks I have beaten every single person thrown at me, from the TV Champion all the way to the #1 Contender to the FWA championship. I have built more momentum than anyone else in the FWA and I have continued to astonish the audiences and satisfy the masses each and every week. Now I am reading this magazine and according to The FWA Insider Edition and I can't help but note some pretty interesting things.
Looks like Fight Night dropped down in the ratings last week. I wonder, what possible reason could result in more people tuning in 2 weeks ago compared to last week? Perhaps it's because last week, The Astonishing Chris Kennedy main evented Fight Night, getting over 30 minutes of screen time and defeating the #1 contender to the FWA title, Duke Drazin. An entire quarter of the show dedicated to Chris Kennedy. In 10 minutes, I severely injured David Wienstock and reminded him why he retired from professional wrestling to begin with, And in 20 minutes I broke Duke Drazin in half, stripping away any credibility he may have had going into Back In Business. I beat the man competing in the main event at Back In Business 2 weeks prior to the big event, that's like beating The Green Bay Packers in flag football the night the before the Super Bowl. Then the week after, I'm no where near the main event. But Madison Lea West is! I'm dead serious. And they wonder why the ratings have declined. But this is a quality magazine, so I'm sure they will mention my 3 recent wins over Anthony, Drazin and PAJ. They have to, each one stole the show and each one made headlines. I'll keep reading..

The biggest news of the week is hard to call but most likely it came from Charon's creepy attack on Gabrielle on Fight Night. It seemed many were shocked to see someone decimate the FWA World champion like that. However people also talked a lot about Gabrielle's retaliation against Charon on the following CrossFire. It seems with the recent events that earlier rumors of Charon being in line for a big push were true as this puts Charon in somewhat of center focus despite Gabrielle's upcoming title defense against Duke Drazin. This also has some speculating that Charon might win inside the Golden Opportunity elimination chamber

Huh, now that's frustrating. Not anywhere in this do they mention that on that night The Astonishing Chris Kennedy made his CrossFire debut and gave Charon the Bittersweet Chin Symphony! I was the one who put him down, I was the one that made him bow down to my dear sweet Gabrielle and yet, my name is NO WHERE on here, "Some are speculating that Charon will win the Golden Opportunity elimination chamber"....what!?! Blasphemy! The only name I see plastered all over the Internet, the only name I hear on the radio over and over again...is KENNEDY. The 2nd generation sensation, the Astonishing Son of an American Icon, The 2010 FWA Rookie of the year, the man who has turned the FWA on it's ass and made Fight Night watchable again! What the hell has Charon done to warrant a win at Back In Business? What has he done, hmmm? You tell me? The answer is an emphatic "NOTHING", other than prancing around like a little goth Pansie, sounding like Edgar Allen Poe, farting glitter, and pulling on the fly sneak attacks on people better than you to get your name out there. Hey, I am the dirtiest player in the game and while most of you would consider this a case of the pot calling the kettle black, I can assure you that there is a big difference between Chris Kennedy's ruthlessness and Charon's cowardice.

When I retired Rocky Creed, I did it to his face like a man. When I retired Bullseye Johnson, I did it to his face LIKE A MAN, last week I walked down to the ring and told David Wienstock what I was going to do to him before actually doing it without breaking a sweat, and then 30 minutes later I came back out, kicked Duke Drazin's ass, signed autographs, went clubbing with Gabrielle before the two of us got banned for life from Maggiano's, all in a span of 24 hours. The week after, I came out and defeated PAJ on Fight Night then hopped on a plane to head Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for Crossfire so I could give Charon a Bittersweet Chin Symphony, all in a 24 hour timespan because that's how a man does it. Kennedy is money, and the trending topic all over the world wide web is that Kennedy is the FUTURE of professional wrestling. Well behold, true believers the future is upon us, here and now, I am telling Charon and the rest of world RIGHT NOW that I am going to win the Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber and I WILL become either The FWA Champion or The World Heavyweight Champion come Betrayal, and so begins the beginning of the Astonishing Era and everyone who ever second guessed me will be proved dead wrong.

My righteous indignation is so much more than a just reactive emotion of anger over what I and many others many would perceive as a gross mistreatment. I look this is insult as a petty act of malice courtesy of some Anti-Kennedy agenda. Chris Kennedy being excluded from this weeks Insider Edition is an obscene injustice in itself and it only go to show exactly how much the American media is afraid of me, just like I'm sure Charon is afraid of me. And at Back In Business VI, Charon will be one of my opponents vying for the prestigious Golden Opportunity, but unfortunately for Charon, Anthony, Alexx, The Rebel Bad Ass and James "Eyesnsane" Hughes, it will be a futile effort as Chris Kennedy is destined to win the Golden Opportunity just like Chris Kennedy and his brothers in the Great Siege, Zaire Wyoming, Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward are destined to win our 8-man tag team match tomorrow night at the FWA Super show. It has been a damn good year for The Great Siege, we have defeated every challenger to come our way and we have truly lived up to our name. With my beautiful Gabrielle as the dominating FWA Champion, my brothers in Siege Dan and Andrew as the reigning and record breaking Tag Team champions, Zaire Wyoming as the most underutilized talent in all of pro-wrestling, we are the one true unstoppable force in the FWA. We are collectively an unbeatable Juggernaut and since we have already beaten everyone on Fight Night, now it's time to take our show on the road and show the CrossFire roster that we are better than the best that they have to offer as well.

Chris Kennedy puts the magazine down, lights a cigarette and stands up, grabbing an ice cold beer from the cooler before twisting the top off and taking a swig. To the right of the boat, the Gator from earlier creeps his head out of the top of the murky swamp water before once again fading into the wet abyss. In the marshy stretch of land nearby, a group of Roseate Spoonbills and a couple Florida Wood Storks seek shade and shelter under a large Cypress tree

◘ Chris Kennedy ◘Spirit and the desire to win is what drives me and The Great Siege to be the dominant force that we are, and after laying waste to 'The Golden One’ Devin Golden, Charon, Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper & Cameron Cross, we will surely celebrate as their broken bodies lay at our feet begging us for mercy with what little breath they have left in their chests. Maybe that will make "the powers that be" notice us, as if beating everyone they throw at me wasn't goddamn good enough.

After I am done breaking Charon in half, I'll pick apart "The Golden One", I've already dismantled all of Fight Nights top guys so why not add Golden to my list of victims? It would only make sense. Devin Golden is a former FWA X-Division Champion, a former FWA World Tag Team Champion and most impressively he is a former FWA World Heavyweight Champion. Golden now goes by Rotten Gold, and he has turned his back on his adoring fans because he now "stands for himself." Golden doesn't believe someone can remain a fan favorite and still be the top guy. As if it was the fans that caused Golden to lose the World Heavyweight Championship almost as quickly as he won it. Please. When Golden won the strap off of Stu, anyone with have a working brain cell could determine that Golden's win was the biggest fluke of the year, further implemented by the fact that he lost so quickly and has yet to retain the belt, despite getting one title shot every month. I feel somewhat bad for Gold, seeing him slowly rise up the ladder to the top only to fall right back down it so quickly. It's a shame, and quite unfortunate that tomorrow night Golden finds himself on the opposite side of The Great Siege, because there will be no pity party for the Golden One. When Devin Golden is the recipient of his first ever Bittersweet Chin Symphony and he is laying on his back looking up at the house lights, he won't be able to refer to Wikipedia for the answers. No, everything he will needs will be made public knowledge when The Great Siege shows everyone that we are better than the best CrossFire has to offer.

Carmine "Grim" Reaper is another delusional twit who thinks he is going to walk out of this one victorious. Hate to break it to you, Reaper, but that's not going to be the case, especially with you on the team. Your FWA.com profile page says that you are, and this is a direct quote, A “green as grass” rookie seeking the respect and approval of his peers. He’s clumsy and not very knowledgeable about the world of professional wrestling but has a deep passion for it although has trouble expressing it". No sh**t.

Kennedy laughs to himself for a moment after that last jab at Carmine.

◘ Chris Kennedy ◘ I'm only joking Carmine, that's quite a low blow but I was merely reciting the words of another man. Honestly, despite the fact that you have lost to a piss ant like PAJ on several occasions, despite the fact that half of Ashley O'Ryan's wins in his career were wins over you and despite the fact that you have even suffered a lost to someone the likes of Xemo, I am willing to look past all that and admit you are somewhat of a decent wrestler. But decent won't win matches, and you'll have to be better than decent if you plan on going toe to toe with Andrew Johnson, Dan Ward, Zaire Wyoming and the Astonishing Chris Kennedy. And with your precious little girlfriend Katie on the line at Back In Business, I am wondering if you are even in the right frame of mind to compete at the FWA Supershow. I could imagine you would be quite distracted right about now. You have G-Rich to thank for that, and while I certainly to sympathize with your situation, your distraction is my advantage and I am fully prepared to capitalize on any mistakes you will inevitably make tomorrow night. Also, I am counting on the fact that Wolf left you in pretty bad shape a few weeks ago and you still aren't 100%
So all that being kept in mind, I plan on unleashing a flurry of vengeance on you so powerful that you tuck your tail between your legs and run back to your hell hole of a hometown, Boston, where lower class gutter scum like you is commonplace

Then we have Cameron Cross. Cross isn't even a blip on Chris Kennedy's radar screen but for some reason I find myself opposite him at the Super Show and I have wonder who's genius idea it was to place a bonafide jobber like Cross anywhere near a top drawing star like Chris Kennedy. I could go this entire promo without saying his name and would still go out there and beat him because I am that good. Cameron's FWA.com profile says that he is a "Mysterious Loner". Well there is nothing mysterious about a guy who has no friends. It just means that nobody likes him, and it's not hard to imagine why. For all the hype you once had, you can't even find it in you to defeat Charon, and now you find yourself partnering with him, I'm sure between two peons such as you and Charon you two are quite the team, though if you note the sarcasm in my voice you would see why I pity Golden and Reaper, having to team up with two second rate losers. You think you know all the answers, Cross? Well Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more. To assume you know anything about Chris Kennedy or The Great Siege would be a big mistake. As you look at Charon, Golden and Reaper you seek to find comradery with men who all dislike and despise you, The Great Siege will work in unison under an unbreakable bond of trust as you are going up against 4 brothers who treat every bout like a title match. That's more that you could ever hope to say about yourself. You'll prance down to the ring in your tight little leather pants and personify girl power better than anyone it he Women's division while the world laughs at you and counts down the minutes before you cost your team the inevitable loss and get pinned by one of us, hopefully me.

The boat approaches land and on the horizon we see a group of Pink Flamingos bathing in the shallow water. A large python is descending from a branch nearby as the gator that has been swimming alongside Kennedy and Wyoming approaches the birds from the opposite end. Chris and Zaire watch as the to see which reptilian predator gets to them first. Out of nowhere, a large sand colored Florida Panther comes out of nowhere, descending from the tree above the Python. The scared Alligator scurries back off into the dark swam water and the large snake coils away with the fear of god in him. The Panther charges at the largest Flamingo, wrapping his monstrous mouth around the flamingo's neck and snapping it instantly. The other flamingos quickly vacate the premises as the Panther tares into the large pink bird, creating a crimson confetti of blood and feathers.

◘ Chris Kennedy ◘Out here it's survival of the fittest, the weak perish and the the strong survive. The most important thing to remember is that you never assume that you are at the top of your food chain because as soon as you buy into that you get comfortable and a then faster, stronger scarier beast takes advantage and establishes dominance. The Great Siege have clearly defeated everyone there is to face on Fight Night, so now we take to CrossFire's "It-Boys" to prove that we truly are every bit as good as we say we are. Devin Golden, Charon, Carmine Reaper and Cameron Cross will be broken so badly at the hands of The Great Siege that not a single one of them will be fit to compete at Back In Business VI. And while the FWA Insider Edition ignores the magnanimous talent that is The Astonishing Chris Kennedy, they would instead devote an entire paragraph to Seether of all people. Well after tomorrow night, I will continue to make the news the only way I know how, and that's by putting 3 FWA wrestlers out of commission along side greatest stable in the history of The FWA, The Great Siege

Kennedy takes a drag from his cigarette and smiles like the devil before the camera fades to black

[Killswitch]

Throwing Darts:

The scene opens up and we see one man at a wall and he is setting up pictures on the wall. He just has basketball shorts on. He places tacks on top of the picture on the white wall. There are five pictures on the wall but we don’t see what they are, we just see the man placing them there. He turns around and grabs six darts and he walks to another man that is sitting on the couch. This man has a blue shirt on and he has black warm up pants on. The man that was on the couch looks at the other man quizzically as he gets up. When he speaks we know that it is Dan Ward.

Dan: What the hell is this for?

The other man then takes on of his darts and throws it against the wall. He misses the pictures and looks at Dan. He then goes over and grabs the dart that has now left a small hole in the previously untouched wall. He then walks back over to Dan and when he speaks we know that it is Andrew Johnson.

Andrew: Quite simple Dan, it is to throw these darts at those pictures over there.

Andrew points to the all and throws another dart. This time it flies true and smacks the first picture, the camera then zooms in and we see what the picture is and it is of Carmine “Grim” Reaper. The dart leaves a small hole right where the heart of Carmine would be if thrown at him.

Andrew: You see where I am going with this Dan. We will throw these darts at who we want to talk about. Right now I guess I have landed on Carmine “Grim” Reaper. Yes, he is a man that we are going to face at the Supershow, but you know what he is a man that we have never faced, but yet I know a lot about him. You see he has a man that has a lot of heart right where I hit him. But the problem is that he is almost losing it; he is almost lost his heart you want to know why? Because he has been beaten he has been thrown around and walked on. Hell Thomas Princeton has made him his bitch, and hell Carmine he took your bitch. He saw what he wanted and he grabbed it and you don’t know how to get her back. Hell you thought that when you had the North American Title you thought that you became untouchable, but you lost the damn title on your first defense, unlike us where we have been champions for TWO YEARS! We have walked all over the competition Carmine, while you have become stagnant and you have become nothing but a joke. You have worked your ass off but you have been done for some time now. That heart that you had is now gone, and it is in Thomas Princeton, and Alexxs’ hand and guess what buddy all they have to do is squeeze there had once and it will be splattered on the ground and you will walk away with your tail between your legs because that is the only way you can go.

Andrew walks over and grabs his dart and puts it on the table. He then takes the tack out of the Carmine photo and it flutters to the ground. Andrew then smiles at Dan.

Dan: Well that seems pretty easy.

Dan then takes his first dart and he looks really close and he throws it and it nails a picture. The camera looks and it is a picture of Charon. The dart has nailed him right in the mask and Dan chuckles.

Dan: Well, I guess that is a pretty good hit. Charon you are faceless and everyone knows that. You see I don’t know much about you. But to be honest you don’t do anything for me. You are like that guy that comes out here and tries to make people scared with your stories, but guess what it doesn’t work on me. You see you are behind a mask because you don’t want to show yourself, and to be honest that is fine, because hell man you must be pretty damn ugly if you are hiding behind that. I might not know much about you but I do hate you, and it is quite simple why I hate you. You try and pick a fight with our goddess. And that doesn’t sit right with me, we will take you out because right now you might not be a threat but you might become one and that is why we have to cut the serpents head off right now right here. When we do that it will give CrossFire a sign that it is not just Fight Night that we are taking over but it is going to be the whole FWA that we are taking over and this Supershow is going to be the start of it. And Charon we might as well make an example out of you.

Dan smiles once more and he goes over and takes the tack out of the picture of Charon and he also takes his dart. Andrew then takes aim and he throws his next dart. It hits and we come and see a picture of Cameron Cross. The dart has nailed him right in the throat.

Andrew: Cameron Cross. You were one of the rising stars here in the FWA. Hell you had something going on with Gabby, and I can’t blame you on that. But the problem is lately you have fallen off of the face of the Earth and no one knows where you are going to go. But then again, a lot of people are like you, they start on this high pedestal and then they fall off because the lights get too bright, and they choke just like you have. People saw you as the next big star when you won the X-Title and you held that title with passion and with heart but as soon as you lost it, you have not been the same and that is sad. But hell, at least you aren’t like Tony Juvenile, James Sync, and Wake Walker you have actually taken your beatings and came back fighting, but when you face The Great Siege there will be no use to fight because we will take you down and we will make you not want to get back up, because we are a team that is way too strong for you.

Andrew takes down the picture of Cross. Dan then takes his 2nd dart and chucks it and it nails another picture. He then looks at it and we can see that it is Devin Golden and we can see that it has hit him in the waist.

Dan: Devin Golden, you are the strongest man in this match for the other side. We have had a lot of matches with you and you have been good. But guess what man, we have something that you don’t have and that is a title. You have always wanted to try and get your titles back. Which is fine by us because no one can beat us and you know it. You know how good we are Golden, and it scares you. You have seen firsthand that we are the best team ever to grace this FWA ring. It scares you because you know deep down that you can’t beat us, you know that you can try but you will always fail, when you were the World Champion everyone was happy because everyone saw the underdog become the champion, but you know what the ship has sailed you by and you will never be champion again because you simply aren’t good enough and we will prove that here and we also prove that again when we fight you for our titles, because when our titles are on the line we are the best team ever, and we will never lose them because we are simply that damn good.

Dan starts to leave the room but Andrew grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. He points to the wall and we see one last picture. We cannot make it out and both Andrew and Dan throw the last of their darts and we can see that it hits the picture. The camera tries to see who it is but Andrew and Dan get in front of the camera. Andrew holds up his finger and seemingly telling the camera to wait.

Andrew: No, not yet. You see the past few months we have seen The Great Siege become what we wanted it to be right? We have proven everything we have said and we will continue on doing that, and that is what this match is about. To be honest we demanded this match to Mountain Rush and he finally agreed. He finally agreed because he has seen what we can do, hell Drew Jolson has not been heard from in months and that is our doing, and Rush knows that and Josie Lewis knows that. They both know that we will do what we want to do and we will take what we want to take.

Dan: We wanted this match because to be honest CrossFire has not seen what we can do. We as a team meaning ourselves, Wyoming and Kennedy will take these other four men to the woodshed and we will show them how great we really are. People will see that we can take them out and we will be the team with their hands raised because we are that damn good. Now as for the last pictu…

Andrew shakes his head.

Andrew: No, we need to finish this you four men we are THE GREAT SIEGE, and we are greatness…

Dan: And, we are about to pass you by!

Dan and Andrew leave and the camera follows them until they leave the room. We then see the last picture on the wall and it is of Matthew Robinson, and the darts have hit him in the eye, seemingly showing that he is blind of what has been happening, just the way the Great Siege likes it.

[Dr Nash]

Cameras are rolling as black clouds are in the dark sky. The sound of lighting crackling echoes as a down pour of rain pours from the sky. A sound of crow cawing is heard as the crowd that was perched in cedar tree flies. The despite the down pour of the rain the sound of the crowd flapping its wings are heard as it perches on the roof of a church. The roofing tiles are in fairly good shape outside of being wet. Water, pine needles, pinecones and dirt flow down the rain gutters from the down pour. A wind blows as the pine trees and the single cedar tree around wave from the wind blowing. The parking lot of the church is empty. There is nobody seeking shelter under the roof from the rain at door of the church. The lighting crackles as there is a flash in the sky. The camera crew sees if the church door is open. The door is open as the camera crew enters before they become as soaked at the men on Deadliest Catch. They enter through the coat room as they proceed to corridor. Several portraits hang on the wall with a several bible passages written on a bronze/copper plates bellow the portraits. They enter the naive as there are white pillars to the end of the room where the podium is set up along with the organ. The wooden benches could be polished and redone as there are several of them on the outside of the pillars. The power cuts off just as the crackling sound of lighting striking is heard. The camera crew walks over to a door looking to find the breaker for the power. They open the door. Majority of the room has candles burning as they are spread about. Some of the candles have burned for a while as the wax from them has reached the hardwood floor. We a shadow on the wall. It is that of a man laying his back the wall. His head is tilted down. His long brown hair extends down to his shoulders. He is wearing a black leather jacket unbuttoned with no shirt underneath. He is wearing wet washed blue ripped jeans. Suddenly the figures begins to speak.


‘Burn into darkness
The last unholy reject
Burn as the world ends
Stand accused and count this
[*He pauses as the sound of lighting crackling is heard*]
Burn out the stigma
A murder done in portrait
Burn up the fortress
The last unholy reject
[* He pauses again as water going down the gutters is heard*]
Burn as the angels
Worm into the fixes
Burn with the facts of
Optic dimension
Burn with the hero
Splashing on the highway
Burn like a cable
Strung across it sideways ‘


• The man slowly lifts his head up. He has a thick beard. His one light blue eye and pure white eye stare into the camera. It is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He slowly resumes talking.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Salvation...I’m far from it. Pathetic for me of all people to be here. I want to be saved. All wrongs fixed. All sins forgiven and peace granted as my eternal flame burn brightly. [*Stu pauses then smirks*]Rapture is upon us. One day ending won’t change people but rather educate the world they are not comfortable with themselves. Everything needing to taken off their chest. Cleansing off one’s soul is not a suggestion but a necessary. I don’t deserve to be saved nor would I want to. I have caused more hurt and pain then anyone that can be named. No second chance given to me for what I have done. My history is legend. I am not reformed. Like counselling would do me more good. I would merely drive them into my painful life. It is no Disney filled life with the sound of children’s laughter. Moments for families that are picture perfect. It’s DEEP EMOTIONFUL PAIN steaming from when I was a mere child. That pain still exists and I have fed upon. I found no resolve nor did I address. I ignored it and dwelled upon to be ‘inspired’. From that I turned my own brother into a monster. He has no control for his dark passenger. No disregard for anyone but himself. I did worse..[*Stu pauses for a moment as he looks down at the floor as rain pouring down the gutters is heard. He slowly lifts his head up staring at the camera*] my own son is bound to be a monster. I can feel him within my soul calling out. I want to be there but I can’t. It would change him for the worse. He doesn’t want a father like me as I would be his black sheep he wouldn’t be proud upon. I would be looked down upon in his eyes. Ignored like I did without knowing for the longest time he existed.


• Stu puts his hand on his face for a moment then looks back at the camera as the sound of lighting crackling is heard.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I can dream being there for him. Me pretending to be someone else instead of being the sadistic, unforgiving killer. Being the father to Micah and not fear of him turning into a monster because of me. You can’t erase the dream. You can only wake me up from it. The nightmare is still there. I am guilty of creating two monsters. My blood runs through their veins. I couldn’t even keep my brother down with a DDT. It is like he has found his anti-venom to me. There was hesitation I excepted a reunion of sort but rather the snake got a taste of his own venom from his own flesh and blood. Hostility changes people and the bitterness overtakes. He has become sharper than ever. He thinking with his brain and his blackened heart. I blackened his heart but Sara, his wife keep it beating for love and loyalty. It has become clear from his actions Sara is far gone from saving him. Sara wanted her soul mate back and I wanted my brother back. Both were stricken by his venom. Disfiguring my face one week as stitches were required. Sara battered and broken emotionally forever. I don’t have many options. There must be another way. No miracle is coming my way to cleanse Wolf’s soul. Nor will there be any miracle for my son...Micah for him overcoming the dark passenger deep inside of him. The dark passenger will create an unfavourable monster that I could look in the mirror and mistake myself for. There is no hope yet a fire still blazes in me as not blood but venom courses through my body. I am damned as a whole for what I have become and who I have become. The sins of the father are laid upon his children. [*Stu bashes the floor with his right hand*] Damn it there is no stopping what I have done. It’s already in motion.


• Stu closes his eyes as the sound of lighting crackling as it hits the ground is heard. Stu slowly opens his eyes and focuses back on the camera. He has a bittersweet look upon his face.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I couldn’t go through with it. There has to be any other way instead of what my instincts are telling me. Can’t follow my heart as its nonexistent. I need to regroup and focus on something else. That something else stands before him. Proclaiming to be god himself and have a church dedicated to his followers. If you ask me that church is there just there for stroking an ego. Yes you already know who I am talking about as he talks in third person only to make himself feel that damn important. [* Stu look of bittersweet turns into a smirk*] Yes Self Proclaimed god Duke Drazin. Been so long since I laid my one good eye upon you. You still don’t look like a god to me more of a dog. You had all you can take but not all you want. I know you still want to be World Champion Drazin. Everyone wants to be World Champion. Hell for last couple of year you have ran your mouth of how I have run scared. I am too frightened to put an appearance bond down to ensure I will fight you. [*Stu chuckles then he grins*] I may be concerned with personal issues regarding my son and my brother but frightened is one thing I am not. Walk a mile in my boots in Drazin from my childhood and you can understand what fear really is. Constantly I was on your mind. I don’t recall one time couple years ago I was mentioned by you as poor old Stu. I am not that an old poor broken down shell of a man. Even though I am more of a monster than a man I will ever be. What do you have to prove Drazin? Your trash talking ability? [*Stu laughs*] It doesn’t do much for me. All it confirms is that you like hearing yourself talk just for the sake of hearing your voice. It’s like you’re trying to talk yourself into how you’re this god. You’re trying to get yourself pumped up by believing your own hype.


• Stu chuckles unpleasantly as the sound of water going down the rain gutters. He pauses as he continues talking. He starts clenching his fists.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: To quote my mentor and trainer Jake Roberts DDT short trip bad landing. You’re setting yourself to fall. I am already aware you fell from the hands of Gabrielle. You got her gang of The Great Siege ready to ensure she walks out champion. You may feel cheated but who hasn’t? I was cheated out of a good childhood. My son Micah [*Stu pauses as the smirk disappears from his face*] was cheated of having a father. [*Stu lets out a sigh*] It’s a bitter pill we all have to swallow. You got your chance one more time at Gabrielle at Back in Business VI in Greensboro North Carolina at the famed Greensboro’s Coliseum. I don’t stand by your side nor do I stand in front of you. I am simply a ghost that finally met the one who was calling him all this time. I could look at this as a chance to make you eat your own words. The only gender bender I see is you when I make a man out of you. [*a sinister looks takes over his face*] You can only listen to so much disrespect for so long until action is taken. My choice of action could be verifying I am the monster. I still am in there; breathing and very much alive. Or fight you like a man. I don’t view you as a man I want to fight but rather SLAUGHTER. I need this more than anything Drazin. I have the fear of knowing I have created two monsters and one being my son. I need to release it all. I need to feel in control. I want to not feel anything but I can’t right now. I can’t shake it. Charon was right when he told me last week that a snake can shed his skin but never change. I need to find balance and I need to satisfy my dark passenger NOW BEFORE I BECOME TRULY UNSTABLE.


• Stu snickers as he looks down for a moment. He slowly looks back up at the camera


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: But I need this one moment to find balance. I am still very much a killer Drazin. Just need one quick moment to drop you with a DDT. I don’t care about Great Siege or Gabrielle for that matter. They can interfere or they can strike while you are down and out. They provoke me then I will care but I more concerned about the skeletons in my closets that I created. What course of actions I may regret doing. [*Stu sighs*] I am what is wrong but Drazin I will see you soon.

• Stu spreads his arms to side. The sound of water running down the rain gutter is heard followed the sound of lighting crackling as it strikes. Then suddenly a breeze blows inside the room as the candles are blown out. The sound of a crow cawing is heard as the cameras stop rolling.

End of Scene

[Maddiemoiselle]

The FWA Camera Crew happily film the current FWA women's champion, the lovely Dinorah Redgrave whose gorgeous blonde locks flow from her head and over the top of her black tank top. The smile upon her face widens as the curtains to the change room before her opens and out steps the gorgeous Aussie Bombshell; Mustang Maddie. Her attire leaves very little too the imagination as she is dressed in revealing lingerie consisting of black fishnets, a minuscule pink g-string with an even tinier sheer pink miniskirt over the top of it while her upper body is clothed in a tight pink corset, the frilly bow holding the front together threatening to spill open at any moment. She gives a quick twirl , flicking her long raven black hair over her shoulders before smiling back at Dinorah.

Madison: So what do you think hon?

Dinorah bites down on her bottom lip as she twirls a single finger in amongst her hair.

Dinorah: Very, very nice Maddie...though I'd love too see you in the black one.

Madison: Well I can try that one on as well, I must thankyou again Di for helping me pick out an outfit for my pillow fight.

Dinorah: How could I say no Maddie? I want to enjoy your match as much as possible.

The Punk Rock Princess removes her finger from her hair and sweetly bites down on it as she looks her companion up and down.

Madison: Well I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward too it as well. While yes it's not exactly my most strenuous match...it'll still be fun womping Nolee with a pillow in an outfit like this. Kind of like a night off only I'll still get paid.

Dinorah: Well it's not like it's your first lingerie clad pillow fight now is it?

Madison giggles playfully.

Madison: Thankyou for the practice matches Dinorah, poor lil naive Nolee wont know what hit her...well okay maybe she will know.

The Women's champ giggles.

Dinorah: Now lets see the black one!

Maddie laughs before leaning in and kissing Dinorah on the cheek before stepping back inside the change room.

Dinorah: Sure you don't need a hand in there hon?

Giggling from both women.

Madison: I'm trying to get dressed her Di, not undressed.

Dinorah: There's still plenty of time for that sweetie don't you worry.

Madison: You're as bad as Gabby, is that all you ever think of?

Dinorah: ooo please you love that about me.

The curtains part as Maddie steps out with a smirk upon her face and body concealed (barely) by black lace in the form of a breast hugging bra, sheer black negligee and black boyleg panties. Her high heels shape her legs beautiful as she approaches Dinorah and gives her another twirl.

Dinorah: Black is defiantly your colour babe.

Madison: It does seem to compliment my curves rather well, I think even Nolee might be a bit distracted out there in the ring. I doubt her life has ever seen her experience such clothing as this on Jerry Lawler's ranch. Then again he does have a penchant for bimbos so who knows what Nolee might have caught a glimpse of in her time.

Dinorah: Still I doubt they compared to the likes of a former women's champion in black...or this.

Dinorah holds up a white g-string accompanied by a completely sheer corset.

Madison: I cant wear that in public Di.

Dinorah: ooo this one isn't for public viewing Maddie.

The wonder from down under blushes as she hugs her good, close friend.

Madison: Well how about we just get all three then?

Dinorah: Perfect.

And with that Maddie steps back inside the change room possibly to try on her personal outfit or simply too get dressed so the beauties can go enjoy the outfits in peace.

[Death Approaches]

The scene opens up in Atlanta, Georgia. It is in the top of the Philips Arena, in the rooftop of the place. It is late in the afternoon, the sun is setting, it is almost time for the FWA, Fight Night and Crossfire Supershow. There are a lot of cars in the parking lot as there are loads of fans waiting for the show to start, you can see fans wearing gear from their favorite wrestlers, but you see more shirts of fans using shirts from their respective favorite shows, red and blue are everywhere in between the fans. Some are carrying posters for the show, some of the fans are talking to each other while others simply scream, chanting their favorite wrestler’s theme before the show starts, getting pumped up for it. But we come back to the rooftop and see a single man standing over by the edge of the rooftop, looking down at where the fans are. The man in there is using a black trench coat with black pants and black boots he has something in his left hand, something that looks like a title belt, we can only see the black strap in the back, so we can’t identify what title it is. He starts talking before he turns around, a deep voice that is chilling but soothing at the same time.

.:: The Man in the Rooftop ::.
”Tonight is one of the biggest nights in wrestling… it is the FWA Fight Night and Crossfire Supershow, where stars from both brands will face each other in order to win not only the respect from his fellow wrestlers but also to win the respect for his or her respective brand. Tonight you got some of the most respected wrestlers facing each other even if they are on separate brands, making matches that one would thing are dream matches, and this all happens a week before Back In Business… it is a colossal show only worthy to be held the week before Back in Business…”

The man in the edge of the rooftop turns around and faces the camera. His skin is as white as paper, his facial expression is tough, he doesn’t have a smile on his face, he is quite serious. The man in the FWA TV Champion, Anthony. As he turns around you can see that he is using a red shirt bellow his black trench coat. The shirt reads ‘FWA Fight Night,’ it looks like if he will represent Fight Night through and through. He walks forward to the cameraman, still dragging his FWA TV Title by the floor.

.:: Anthony ::.
“Tonight I fight against Alexx, the FWA North American Champion. Tonight I fight for my show, Fight Night. But you know what… I have been thinking lately… a year ago, I proudly represented Fight Night. Fight Night was the show to admire, we had Boudreau fighting Drazin for the FWA Championship in the first two out of three matches that went to four matches, epic feuds… but now? Now what do we have? The Great Siege at the top? Gabrielle using a male whore to fight for her? No one other than me fighting them? Fight Night isn’t what it used to be… Fight Night isn’t a great show anymore…”

Anthony throws his title to the floor and takes his trench coat off. He looks at his red Fight Night shirt and takes it off and looks at it. He throws it over the edge of the rooftop. It glides down from the top. He bends down and grabs his TV Championship and puts it on his shoulder, he also picks up his trench coat.

.:: Anthony ::.
“ This isn’t for me… this is for the pride of Fight Night. But you know… I’ve been asking myself… is Fight Night worth it now…? Is Fight Night even worth fighting for anymore? Let me answer me… let me answer YOU. No. Fight Night isn’t worth fighting for anymore. It isn’t only because of the ones that are on the top right now but because of how the wrestlers are, they’ve given up all hope only because there is a big stable trying to control Fight Night?”

He lets out a sigh and he shakes his head to the sides, you can see that he is truly disappointed in his fellow wrestlers.

.:: Anthony ::.
”But even if Fight Night isn’t worth of representation, I am sure not going to let you guys down, I will put up a fight that you will all remember… Tonight, it isn’t about fighting for Fight Night, it is about fighting for myself… fighting for my pride… tonight, I face Alexx…”

He looks down to the floor but then he lets out a grin as he raises his head up. He shakes his head and lets out a little sigh mixed in with a laugh. He walks over to a part of the rooftop where there is a higher placement of the ground so he can sit on it. He puts his left leg beside where he is sitting, putting his hand over it.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Alexx, Alexx, Alexx. The pretty face of FWA. The hunk, the man that all the women want. This is the first time we do fight each other one on one, last time we stepped into the ring, it was on the Carnal Contendership match, which neither of us won. But you know, no hard feelings for that match, it was every man out for himself that night. Anyways, back to the match. Alexx, you are a good wrestler but you know what is your problem? You cruise by your looks. That is probably your biggest weapon. In FWA that doesn’t work. Yeah, yeah, the FWA Champion right now uses that strategy too. But Gabrielle does it and it works, you want to know why? Because she is a woman. It’s not that I am being sexist, but it only works that way with women. It works with Gabrielle because almost every man in FWA lusts her, that is why it works. Now, if you were constantly facing women it would work, but the problem is that you aren’t. You lean back on your looks too much Alexx, and one day, that will all go away and you will simply be let asking yourself one simple question: what will I do?”

Anthony looks at the title in his leg, he passes his hand by the plate that has his name engraved on it, indicating that it is his title, no one else’s. He keeps his look on the title as he goes to talk once again.

.:: Anthony ::.
” Looks won’t simply let you pass by a great wrestler, you got to earn it. You got to earn respect the old fashioned way, by the sweat on your brow and the strength of your back. That is the only way that you will earn my respect Alexx: by putting a hell of a performance out there. When we go out there I want you to show me why you have that title. How you earned it? Why you earned it and didn’t simply get shoved into a title shot and that you simply got lucky in the match you were in to earn it. You got a big task ahead of you Alexx, you better not disappoint, because if you do, I assure you that you will fall easily. You see, in my eyes Alexx you are no one, you are simply an opportunist. That’s a smart move, now I don’t follow Crossfire much being honest because I don’t have enough time, but I know this. You were shoved into a situation where two men were on the verge of destroying each other, those men being Thomas Princeton and Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper, and when they had done it, you took the chance and took the win. You picked up the scraps that they left, you simply slithered your way into a final blow before any of the two got it… Now, on paper that is a smart move, but when you see against the men that it was and how hellbent they were on destroying each other, it was nothing but a dumb move.”

Anthony touches the side of his forehead with his index finger indicating ‘THINK’ while talking about this matter.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Did that get you the title? Sure it did, at the time, it was something smart… but right now that you think of it, can you say it was a smart move? You weren’t a target before Alexx, not even when you had the X Division Championship around your waist, you never where. You were only a man behind the shadows; you were simply in the shadow of Thomas Princeton when you were Executive Excellence and now you are in the shadow of Thomas once again, but this time it is hand in hand with the shadow of Carmine. Alexx, you are simply someone in between two men with very strong personalities. How longer do you think that you will have that title? You were put in a horrible situation, between Thomas Princeton and Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper. When both of these men come after you what will you do?”

Anthony raises an eyebrow and extends his hands to the sides like if he was asking a question; he stands up, putting the title on where he was sitting.

.:: Anthony ::.
”You can’t run like you do most of the time Alexx, that is just not an option in these type of situations, when you step into the lion’s den there is nothing to do but fight for your life… you better realize that before they skin you alive. Alexx, you are a veteran here in FWA, but still you passed years before you won anything. Now, I passed a year down bellow, but that is way less time that you spent in the shadows, three, four years? Why was that Alexx? Why didn’t you win a title? Because management knew that you weren’t ready, they saw that you were still a kid messing around. Now, the way I see it, management did this so you solidified yourself as a wrestler before you won a title and that worked out fine, but still, was all that time needed for you to figure out how to win a title? How to mature? Now why am I pointing this out? Because it is one thing to win the title and another to defend it, you need to work out a whole new strategy, a whole new game plan to go out there and make sure you are invincible. Now, if it took you that long how to figure out how to win that title, I wonder just how much time do you need to figure out a strategy to beat me Alexx.”

Anthony turns around and starts looking out towards the sky, the sun has nearly set already and the sky is a mix or reds, blues and oranges.

.:: Anthony ::.
“I am not the best wrestler in FWA right now Alexx, but I sure as hell am the most versatile, I can adapt to anyone, do anything and just figure out what to do in just seconds of meeting an opponent. Do you have that ability?”

Anthony pauses a moment after making that statement, he never really talks this highly about himself, but lately he has just figured out ‘What the heck…’ and he is saying it anyways.

.:: Anthony ::.
”You see FWA North American Championship and the FWA TV Championship are equals in our respective brands. But the FWA TV Championship has more prestige right now than your NA title… the FWA TV Title is way above the NA Title right now. This title doesn’t bounce around hands anymore, this title stays in the hand of one person for a long time. That just shows you how strong the TV Champions are, and when they lose this title they move ahead to even bigger things, I mean World Title big. And you want to know what is surprising about it? That they win it, this title doesn’t just makes stars, no. This title makes legends. I’ve had this title for a long time, I’ve defended it time and time again. Now, don’t judge me wrong, I’m no legend… but this is the only thing that this title has done to its holders, improve them. That is what this title has done to me: IMPROVE me. This title has pushed me to places that I never thought I could get before, this title has made me become a better wrestler in order to defend it, to be smarter inside and outside the ring. That is what this title means to me. This title means the world to me Alexx… what does your North American title mean to you…? I bet it’s only a piece of jewelry that you wear to impress chicks…”

Anthony turns around from looking out into the sky to look directly to the camera. He has a mix of a furious look and a disappointed on his face, it is apparent that he dislikes Alexx as a champion and has no intention on hiding it…

.:: Anthony ::.
”Tonight, the biggest stars in Fight Night face against the biggest stars in Crossfire. Usually I’d cheer for my team but look who is fighting for the once great brand… are they worth even cheering for anymore? Even if they are on my brand? No… I’ll simply go out there and fight for myself, not for my brand… I wish you the best of luck when we go out there Alexx… but don’t go out there expecting a win.”

Anthony cracks his knuckles as fans in the background start to cheer, apparently because they are opening the doors but it still was an awesome moment. Anthony walks forward after picking up the title and the trench coat, mouthing the words ‘Time to go to work.’ As he walks off and the scene fades away…

[tmnt316]

"Just to know Stu I'm not a lazy ass, I had it done and reposting it for the hell of it, posted it a few days ago as always but just looked and guess it didn't take,, weird hmmm...oh well."


As the FWAtron flicks on the whole view on screen is off an enormous grin. Just by the look one can tell this person is reaping with delight, but at the same time just looking at this grin would give anyone the creeps. The repeated sound of something loose splatting against a floor can be heard, as well as a grinding sound. Other mechanical sounds chime in at different intervals, while that grin doesn’t fade in the least, if anything it gets wider. You then begin to hear a very familiar voice above all the noise.

The rotting stench of a fallen prophet
Fuelled rage unlike any other
Beaten, torn, teeth ripping flesh
These days were something to cherish
A sight that brought millions to their knees
The magnitude of the bouts spiralled into legend
Gut wrenching ulcers into turmoil
Beating and beating until all was blurred
Finally will all stopped, a single stretch could not be taken

The camera pulls back slightly showing the figures face and as everyone suspected the figure is none other than Duke Drazin. He is stilling grinning unimaginably, his eyes are glowing with such fire they could light up the darkest alleyway and he just glares into the camera.

DRAZIN: “What does one say about Stu that hasn’t already been said? The correct answer is one can’t bring about words that really express the capabilities of this man. As past opponents have failed to realize the more you try to play Stu, the more you fall right into his trap. As he makes you look one way, talk about one aspect and all the while he’s ten steps in the other direction, already beaten you, you just don’t know it yet. Years ago I was in the same trappings, focused on one direction, not looking at the surrounding repercussions that Stu would take advantage of. That’s not to say I couldn’t have held my own, but in the end this conniving, manipulative, son of a bitch would have clocked me from out of nowhere, as I was solely focused on the direct route. But Stu this fire I feel swelling up from the depths of my unending pit of turmoil has left me breathless. I become in tune with a long forgotten part of me that hasn’t arisen in years. A part that wants to dismember, mame and destroy every fibre of your being. Something you understand all to well, something the likes of Gabrielle, Porter and all the others who’ve fallen at the hands of both of us, just don’t have in them. I’m not talking about the blinded rage Severino brought out in me, as he was just a mindless jackass in need of a good ass kicking. I’m talking about the kind of feeling that would rot a hole in a normal man’s gut, but in our case is thrived on. As the stench of death circles all around and we feel at home.”

The camera now pulls back showing the whole area and some of the crowd start to throw up in their mouth. As Drazin is sitting on the floor, surrounded by leftover mutilated cows, for he’s sitting in the middle of a meat processing plant. Behind him the cows are being sliced down the middle and all their insides are tumbling out onto the floor, as the rest of them get chopped up into the proper measurements. Many turn away from the screen, unable to watch.

DRAZIN: “Not even your brother can handle this type of wrath, as he covers it up through his insane actions, no matter if he’s following your lead or flip flopping his agenda coming after you, he’s always second fiddle, not quite up to speed with what is going on. But wounded pride can be a bitch to put down and Wolfie has plenty of that, which can make a deadly opponent. But not as deadly as someone able to see past the games you try to set up, past the innuendos and not focus on what you put out there for all to see, but what you keep hidden in the shadows. I am the opponent that is going to take you to a limit you have never been to before and I’m more deadly than anything you have faced in years, for I see the whole picture and as always I have no desire to win or lose, just to take this match to a level unseen by many, unattainable by most and unimaginable by all. When we step into that ring, the surrounding area is going to be filled with the embers emitting from our tortured souls. The emerging heat will make the cheap seats break out into a fiery sweat, as our collision will rattle the very foundation blocks of the arena. There will be no rage, no empathy, sorrow, delight or any other emotions, as stale we will remain. Fighting for the very air that usually surrounds us, but instead is consumed by the energy we displace. This won’t be a match up to find out who is the better, this will be a battle for the very life we have left in our tarnished beings and the chaos we bring forth this very night, is going to have opponents like Wolfie and the whore wetting themselves.”

Some leftover cow parts go down the conveyer belt and some guts slip off landing on Drazin’s arm. He looks at it and as it drips down his arm, leaving a trail of blood soaking onto his skin, he watches the ensuing drips, not disturbed by it in the least.

DRAZIN: “This is simply the final battleground, the trenches have been bleeded and buried, the grounds have been scattered with the bones of long forgotten foes and one from each side remains. Neither remembering what brought this war about in the first place, but each refusing to give in, continually denying the other side victory, until fate brings the two full circle, from beginning to end. As when I entered you scoffed at the very sight of me and with good reason, as I was that guy you thought would never make it past the first week, that guy who’d be lying out there in the field begging for it all to end. But a funny thing happened, as all the hot shots ran away, become broken and bruised or simply perished, yet when the dust settled, I was still left standing. No matter past acts, not matter what each have been through, we both endured, bringing us to this very moment. The moment when a match of epic proportions occurs, as two strangers, having spend mere moments in the other presence, yet creating an impact that would lead us here, collide. The blood is going to seep from your pores when we fight through hell only to arrive in a darker place, then fight some more and when these acts have taken place, neither of us will have suffered. For we will only fuel what lies deep within, unleashing it on all who come after, spreading like a cancer throughout all who oppose and cause suffering in our wake.”

The top conveyor belt spins around above Drazin’s head and the empty carcasses of cows are completely viewable on screen, as all their insides have been ripped and torn out.

DRAZIN: “Empty would be the word to describe our souls, no feeling of remorse or doubt, just a feeling of purpose, a need to fulfill a desire, a lust for gruesome, insidious deeds and passing those on to others ten fold. The created memories we treasure and rival in, while others look on in sheer disgust. As other can only see in front of the vale, not past it. For in front one would mention how you surrounded yourself with others yet still avoided a rookie like the plague, how you ran out on a tag match we had long ago to go beat on some loser, making you easily distracted, how you lost to Port a Pottie or how you put me out of that tag match we had a year or so back. On the flip side, others boast about the fact I never beat Boudreau, never got the title or how I utter my name every ten seconds. All simple statements, unrelenting, repeating sentiments uttered by many that refuse to see the bigger picture, only to have it bring about their own demise. Taking tabs of these deeds one can see I brought about the destruction of a legend, causing him to contract the very thing that lead to his death, how when ever an ass wiper has come up, I’ve already beaten who holds it and how many hear me utter my name and forget the threat they are facing. As you’ve done the same everyone that has beaten you, you’ve already beaten before, you choose your battles and as said before make all look one way and come at them another. As distasteful as each of our past acts have been, one can never deny the job has gotten done. Through one means of another, it has gotten done. I realize most underestimate me in this match up as well, for I have never achieved the so called merits in the eyes of many, who deem these things necessary, that you have. But that once again is a mistake made by so many and I know no matter what words you come at me with, you’ll be prepared in every way possible, expecting the unexpected. As that’s what makes a true warrior, not some shiny trinket, but the adversities he overcomes in the face of defeat. But has either of us truly overcome any?”

Drazin’s arm is now stained with dried blood, a buzzer rings and all is left as is, as the crew retires for the day, but Drazin doesn’t move.

DRAZIN: “Once everything stops, the stench of what has befallen us still echoes from our bones. As the ordinary guy goes home, kisses the wife, eats supper and planks his ass down in front of the TV, we don’t await what arrives next, we go out and find it. Neither satisfied with just another trinket but looking for a satisfaction that could fill a gapping hole, something so vile, the lowest scum would turn and run away. While the ensuing battle from this match will leave the night stained with blood, the sun will not rise the next day, as all the heat will be zapped through our presence and the world will come to a crawl. Not a halt, but a crawl, as everyone else will be engrossed which what just occurred, unable to move on at the spectacle we gave, we’ll move on knowing the battle never ends, yet the force that occurred during our bout can never be repeated. For once we have gutted one another, it can never be duplicated and we will be filled with a fury that leads us not out of the darkness, but further towards it. So I revel in what is about to occur, the blood that will be spilled, the thunderous tracks we will make and leave, that no one can follow, and the new level of destruction we will bring down upon one another.”

Drazin leans over and lies in the dried up blood and guts lying over the floor, seemingly at peace, as his eyes go back to normal, the smirk finally leaves his face and he gives a dead stare into the camera.

DRAZIN: “So what does one say about Stu? Expected the unexpected and with the utterance of those three words, one stands a chance ten times greater of rivalling his abilities, then any ten page essay. Stu we will both be playing the same game come this match and by the end our guts will both be spread from ring post to ring post. See you soon my friend…..unexpected.”

With that the lights systematically go out and you are left with that final utterance by Drazin, still trying to rid yourself of the awful images you just seen. But just when you think it’s over, Drazin’s red glowing eyes shine through the darkness and a sadistic red smile shows on screen, as the smile starts to curve a bit on one side and blood drops drip down the screen from it…drip…drip….drip…FWAtro n flicks off.

[DramaShark]

-Fight Night 2/18/11

Dinorah beckons her back in and soon enough Sara oblidges 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 realises what's happened as she comes too and slides out of the ring embarassed 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.

-Aces High 2011
Sara starts to pose in the middle of the ring to much of disaproval of audience. Dinorah is getting back to her feet. Sara goes from behind going for KILLSWITCH but the injured hand from hitting the steel post doesn’t let her and Dinorah doesn’t hesitate to pick her up and deliver the FINAL DESTINATION!!!

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Winner and NEW FWA Women's Champion: Dinorah Redgrave via pinfall-

REDGRAVE VS WOLF III: The Downward Spiral

Atlanta, Georgia
April 19, 2011
One Day Before The FWA SuperShow

Various red, orange and yellow leaved trees paint a colorful picture above Atlanta's Grant Park. The air is cool and the sky is a bluish purple hugh blending in with various shades of orange and pink creating a canvas of color.
The PunkRock Princess, Dinorah Redgrave, poses for pictures under a Peach Tree as a camera crew centers around the proud FWA Womens Champion. Dinorah is wearing a skimpy little hot pink two piece bikini with a black and white stripped trim. Her several tattoos popping off her skin with such vibrant color underneath the bright Georgia sunrays. At her feet as she poses for pictures is a shiny pink brief case with her name on the side etched in diamonds.In the distance we see several FWA production vans and a large trailer with the words 'OVER THE EDGE" on the side. As the photographers snap pictures, Dinorah Redgrave's manager Alana Allure oversees the whole project, directing the photographers and the cameramen, taking control as usual. The cameras flash brightly as Dinorah places her right hand on her hip and seductively places her left index finger on her bottom lip, making eye contact with the camera in front of her. For her next pose she arches her back and runs her fingers through her hair, giggling as the boys and their camera's snap pictures with a flattering enthusiasm. She then bends over and lets her hair drape down as she unbuckles the pink briefcase and pulls out her FWA Womens Championship. The belt shimmers in the light as she kisses it before draping it over her right shoulder.


Photographer #1: You look AMAZING Dinorah! Simply stunning!
Photographer #2: This photoshoot is going to redefine my career! You are so beautiful Dinorah!
Photographer #3: Work it Dinorah! You are seduction personified!!
Jeff the Cameraman: So sexy, Ms. Redgrave!!

Dinorah: Thank you boys! You make me blush! Now if you will excuse me, we will have to wrap this photoshoot up. I am quite tired.

Photographer #1: I think we are all done here, Dinorah! We got all the shots we need.

Alana Allure: Everybody is dismissed except the cameraman, Jeff.

Everyone but the cameraman heads back to the production truck. Alana Allure holds up a towel and the FWA Womens champion quickly gets changed behind it as the camera man adjusts his camcorder. She emerges from behind the towel, over her pink bikini top she is now wearing a black and pink OVER THE EDGE hoodie and a tiny little pair of black shorts, her well toned abdomen and beautifully sculpted legs showing off the dedicated conditioning Redgrave commits her body too.
Dinorah walks down the desolate stone path as the cameraman walks in front of her recording her every move. Her FWA Womens Championship is proudly adorned over her right shoulder.

Dinorah Redgrave: Have you ever met someone that was so different from you, that their very existence offended you? Someone so different, that for the sake of coexistence you try to understand what makes them different and even try to accept and adapt to these differences? What happens when you meet someone who is the exact polar opposite of you, so completely unlike you that there is no conceivable way to reconcile these differences, all you can do is oppose them. It's no secret that I hate Sara Wolf with every fiber of my being. Is it any wonder why? The spoiled little bitch has had everything handed to her throughout her entire life, where as I worked my ass of to get to where I am at. It must be nice to be served the whole world on a silver platter. When Sara Wolf was a little girl, she would say 'Daddy I want a pony" or "Daddy I want a new car!" and the brainless little twit got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. The only time I ever asked my daddy for anything it was the one and only time I met him, and I asked him if he would be at my 8th birthday party. He wasn't, I got over it, but at the sweet and tender age of 8 years old I learned better than to count on anyone for anything.

You know, the first time I met Sara Wolf, it was my first week in the FWA. I was straight out of TNA and there was a lot of heat on me right away because I was a former Knockouts Champion. Some of the girls in the back felt threatened, and I recall getting the cold shoulder from girls like Saddle Sally, Raquel Wednesday, and even Lucy Pinder and Denise Milani for whatever reason. But the one person that really went out of their way to make me feel unwelcome was the FWA Women's champion, Sara "Spitfire" Wolf. So within my first week, before my very first ever match, I went out of my way to introduce myself to the reigning Womens champion, who had been shooting me her share of dirty looks. I walked right up to Sara Wolf and extended my hand. She arches her eyebrow up real high and laughs a little before ultimately walking away without saying anything at all. She didn't shake my hand, she just giggles and walks off. So you can imagine I felt disrespected, but it I didn't let it get to me, because I knew if I just channeled my hatred for girls like Sara Wolf into every bitch that I stood against in the squared circle, I would run through them like warm piss through snow. And that's exactly what I did, I worked my way through each and every one of the painted whores in the back until I finally got my hands on Sara Wolf. And you all know what happened from there.

When we fought for the first time in that non-title match a few months ago, it was the ultimate test. No it wasn't for the strap but I knew if I could beat the Womans Champion then obviously I had to take to BE the Women's Champion. And boy did you underestimate me, Sara. You did nothing to prepare for the match, you just went in and took the ass beating of your career which culminated in me ripping your clothes off for the whole world to see. And while you did look simply scrumptious wearing next to nothing, it was the intense look of anger mixed with confusion painted on your face that really got me hot, Sara. Your face turned red, then almost purple as you hid your delicious but broken body behind the FWA Womens Championship as you ran to the back, while I stood center stage, welcoming all the new found cheers that I had gotten from the FWA Universe. It was like the beginning of The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy came to down, dropped a house on your ass and ding-dong the wicked witch is dead. But don't worry Sara, I won't be taking any ruby slippers off of your feet, with as much money as you have, you have a deplorable sense of fashion and I wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything you would wear.
So I beat the Womens Champion and then the next week on Fight Night, I see all these "Dinorah Redgrave" signs. "Dinorah Redgrave is the next womens champ" or "Dinorah Redgrave, will you marry me" hehehe. I was flattered, but even more so proud because I knew then and there that after only a month in the FWA I had made my mark and made my presence felt. When I beat Wolf in that match I had become the number one contender to her title and I knew once I got my shot, the end result would be the exact same as it was the first time. And I am rarely ever wrong about these things.

My moment had finally arrived when I had fought Sara Wolf for the 2nd time at Aces High, this time for the prestigious FWA Womens Championship. I remember being nervous that night. Not nervous about facing you, I already knew you posed little if any threat to me as I had already beaten you. I was nervous because I knew my storybook moment was out there waiting for me to make it. I went out there to the biggest pop I have ever heard in my career and shortly afterwards you walked out with your smile turned upside down. I'll never forget the way you looked at me as you came down to the ring, almost as if you knew what was about to happen and your were angry at me for taking your title. You may as well have just come out and laid the belt down for me to save yourself the hellacious ass-beating that you did endure. When we stepped into the ring, I pushed you to the limit and then right over the edge, no pun intended. Once again you made the mistake of underestimating me, chalking my last win up as a fluke. Well, I proved then and there that I'm no fluke when I beat you 1-2-3 to become the NEW FWA WOMENS CHAMPION!

Dinorah holds the championship high above her head with her left hand and smiles wildly at the camera


Dinorah Redgrave: Your reaction to losing the title was priceless. Kinda wish I had a camera so I could have snapped a picture of you from my angle, laying on your back reeling in pain, smothered in despair as you watched the referee hand your belt over to ME. It wasn't your belt anymore, though was it? No Sara, you lost that title long before our match. You lost that title the first time my theme song hit the PA system and I came out and stepped foot in an FWA ring. You did a damn good job keeping my title warm for me and I thank you for that, but now that I am here and I have it you are no longer needed. Just do the entire world a great big favor and disappear. The FWA would be so much of a better place without you. See the FWA is forever in my debt because I did what every other bitch tried to do before failing, I beat you, plain and simple. You probably lost your mind after Aces High, I'll even go as far to bet you may have received a bit of grief counseling after loosing your title. I can certainly understand, now that I have become champion I never want to lose this, And I never will. I take pride in heading a division full of strong, sexy powerful women while you used this belt merely as a prop. I am honored to follow the footsteps of Gabrielle, Jenny Ignito, and Anyanka. I won't waste my breath listing your name among them, Sara, because it's a list you don't belong on. You may have held this title for your a year, but you did it without any pinoche. It's easy keeping a belt for a year when you only defend it 3 or 4 times against the likes of Raquel Wednesday in a couple of snoozefests.

Dinorah stops at the side of the path as she notices a colorful flower patch. She kneels down and picks a fully bloomed bright pink tulip and places it behind her ear before turning back to the camera and smiling.

Dinorah: Being the Womens champion here is all I ever wanted. If you think that I am going to give this belt back to you so quickly Sara then you don't know a goddamn thing about me. In SHIMMER, in TNA, in the FWA, it doesn't matter where I go, when I get there I am the bitch to beat. Sara, I can sense the fear in your eyes, and you are beginning to crack under the pressure, sweetie-pie. Last week you were humiliated on live television when you couldn't even beat Nolee LaCroix. I love Nolee to death but she isn't exactly on Fight Nights A-List and I thought that she would be an easy win for you to build momentum going into to Back In Business. then to even my surprise you LOST and in turn even cost me a chance at showcasing my skills on the grandest stage of them all. All you had to do was go in there and put the rookie down but instead you continued your downward spiral into mediocrity and proved to the world that you were never fit to hot this title that hangs off of my shoulder. Hell, have you even won a match at all since losing the belt at Aces High? Yeah, I didn't think so either. You are a walking talking comedy act, Sara. Everyone is waiting, counting down the days to your inevitable public breakdown and when you do lose that final grasp on sanity, I will be there in the front row, munching on popcorn with a big grin on my face.


A married couple jogs down the path and does a double-take as they notice the FWA Women's Champion cutting a promo.

Husband: Hey honey, look! It's...

Wife: ...Dinorah Redgrave!

Husband: Hey Dinorah! Can't wait to see you kick Sara's ass tomorrow...

Wife: That little brat doesn't know what's coming to her, Di!

The couple runs off down the path and Dinorah turns back to the camera, covering her mouth as she giggles like an excited little girl.

Dinorah Redgrave: Nothing has been the same for me since I have won the Womens Championship. The fame that comes with it, the respect that it commands, everywhere I go everyone knows me and I wouldn't have it any other way. The weight from the title on my dainty little shoulder, the way it sparkles in the light, every time I wear the belt I feel as if it was made for me because it was. I know that now. Sara "Spitfire" Wolf is going to need to bring more than 100% to beat me this time. She brought 100% the first two times and failed, she brought 100% against little Nolee and she failed. Now that I have have tasted gold, I am like a like a shark that has tasted blood. I'm locked in and I am not letting go. If Sara thought I was a tough fight the first two rounds, wait till she gets a load of me now. Out of my love for this belt I have become stronger, faster and better. This title belt isn't a prop, despite what Wolf thinks, this belt is the very thing that defines me. And I am not losing it without the fight of my life.

So come one, come all to witness the third chapter in the continuing downfall of Sara Wolf, which also happens to be the 3rd chapter in Dinorah Redgraves success story. After I have honored Sara's rematch clause and shattered every bone in her fragile little body, I will move onward and continue to carry the torch for women all across the world. The end is near for Sara Wolf, but for Dinorah Redgrave this is only the beginning.

Dinorah reaches the end of the path to find a hot pink '65 Ford Mustang waiting for her, with the always gorgeous Madison Lea West sitting on the hood of the car, wearing almost obscenely short Daisy Dukes and a pink Halter Top, a smile on her gorgeous face as her long brown hair hangs down her right shoulder.
Dinorah greets Maddie with a long, passionate kiss as we to black.

[Rebel Benoit]

Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America



Thomas Princeton vs. The Rebel Bad ass

Macho Man Randy Savage's Song Perfect Friend Hits and the Crowd Looks Like there Seeing A Ghost As The Rebel Bad Ass Comes Out In Full Out Macho Garb but With a Cane.

“The Rebel Bad Ass” now Normally I wouldn’t do a Stunt like this But these are Sad times a Few Days ago one of my Idols Passed Away and Since Were in Hot Lanta figured id Pay My Respects to the Man The Myth and The True Legend.

The Macho Man Should Have Been inducted into that Hall Of Fame up in New your long before dick flair or Scum Hogan they Road off the Streamers on his out Fits they couldn’t lace his Boots Brother so Before I get into the deep dark rebel side id Like to Say God Speed my brother your in a better place now.

Now I may have came out here Dressed As the Macho King As A Tribute Mainly Because he spent the most of his Later years in wrestling in Hot Lanta's own WCW.

But im still the same old Rebel Bad Ass and im going to Call it As I see it.

Now I got a Memo From The Booker Man that I shouldn’t say certain UN PC words but who the hells ever know the Rebel to be PC if you did then god damn son your dumb.

I was also told not to do anything to crazy so you get Macho King Rebel Bad Ass.

Now I will say this about Princeton brother its an honor to fight a real competitor like your self and if shit doesn’t change on fight night soon ill be on the A show Cross fire in no Time to kick yours and that whole Rosters Ass on a Regular Basis.

Now the Booker’s want to call this some sort of super show but you cant have a Super Show with out Ol Baphomet guess you jack offs already forgot about my brother out of site out of mind right.

Now these self righteous jack offs hand me some sort of Script of what im supposed to say and do tonight well The Rebel Don t Play that game im like that Old Funker Terry Funk I do what I want when I want.

You see if Brian Pillman and Terry funk ever had sexy time id be there son im the third generation of Middle Aged and Crazy.

Now these Booker are demanding that I do the Job to Ol Princeton must feel good to kiss a little political ass right son.

Well The Rebel don’t play that game I can Promise you this ill show up for this match and I might give Princeton the Win as the Booker’s have laid down on me as there word is the gospel truth right.

But ill tell you this it will all be done on my terms because I determine my own damn Fate to see what goes down you’ll half to order the pay per view super show but I can Promise you this wont be a wrestling match in any way shape or form maybe it’ll be a shoot maybe it will be a beer drinking contest but it wont be a match as set by yalls Standards hell I just may not feel like going in the ring at all howd yall like that yalld be chanting boring the whole damn match but id get a kick out of it and that’s all that really matters is that im having fun.

Every one else can kiss my Ass.

Well Ladies The Macho King is Leaving the Building

[The Golden One]

The scene opens inside the Open Locker Room of Carmine Reaper, he's is sitting with his back to the door, but his time of thought is interrupted when Cameron Cross comes walking into the room...wrestling attire on and ready to go for the 4v4 tag team match. Two of the four Crossfire team members are together, but when Cross and Carmine lock eyes...they do not share a smile...

Carmine: Any sign of him?

Cross: None. No one hasn't even seen him since last week. Should we wait here for Golden to show, or would we be better suited going to him?

Carmine: I wouldn't hold my breath waiting here for him, it's best we seek him out and get this all straight beforehand.

Carmine and Cameron exit the Locker Room together and head down the hall. They walk in silence yet they have good chemistry, and after making a couple of sharp turns, find themselves in front of Devin Golden's Locker Room. The sign is not polished well and it is not one of the better locker rooms.

Carmine knocks quick, waits a few seconds, and then opens the door. "The Rotten Gold" Devin Golden turns around quickly and faces the door with an unwelcome look on his face.

Devin Golden And what the hell do you want?

Carmine (speaking to Cross): See, I knew this would be a bad choice.

Carmine looks at Cameron.

Golden: Damn right it is.

Carmine: For one Golden we wanted you to talk to us about what we wanted to do in this match. We need to stay strong and focused.

Carmine pauses for a second and before Golden can respond, Carmine continues...

Carmine: The Siege will eat us alive if we don't work together. They are friends us, we are becoming enemies and we don't want that.

Golden: Enemies? I don't have enemies, but I don't have friends...or teammates. I fight for myself, not for anyone or against anyone...just for myself. Now, leave me be...

Golden turns around and Carmine rolls his eyes in frustration. Cross is not so quick to give in. He stands his ground, grabs Golden by the shoulder and turns him around 180 degrees.

Cameron Cross: Look, I've been around The Great Seige while being around Gabrielle, and we all know that they have the decided edge in 'chemistry.' But chemistry is overrated when you deal with self-serving twits like the "Astonished One Everytime he looks in the mirror" Chris Kennedy. Besides, me and Carmine have tagged before with success, and last time I checked YOU Devin Golden were the only one of this whole lot in the ring to be a WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Carmine is a North American Champion, and not to mention myself a former X-Division Champion. Along with yourself, possibly the greatest X-Division champion in FWA history!

Who on that side has the real edge over us? Sure, APAB have dominated the Tag Team Division, they hold the belts, longest reigning Tag Champions in history...sure, but without much of a challenge it's quite easy to accomplish that in any division.

Golden stops Cameron for a brief second...holding a hand in front of his face as he faces Carmine with a growl.

Golden: First off, I HOPE for your sake you meant without MUCH of a challenge meaning they had SOME challengers...that of Ashley O' Ryan and myself. We were the two to take APAB to the brink. We were the two to come within minutes of taking the tag team titles in a best of three series. We were the two who nearly walked out of the empty arena match with the belts. Instead, we lost...Ash let me down...and I never forgot how close we came. And I can't get it out of my mind. But I hope you meant something a little different than what you said...

Cameron Cross: Listen...enough about them. You will get a chance to get your hands on APAB.

Golden: Why aren't you two pestering Charon?

Cross: Charon, who despite us not knowing where his head is in all of this, has a lot to ride on going into this match too. I'm sure he wouldn't mind weakening Kennedy, or, better yet, taking that pompous ass completely out going into the Elimination Chamber. I think we all can agree that when the bell tolls, Charon will be into the match as much as sending a message to Kennedy, and the others in the Chamber match. Me, sure I've got to have eyes in the back of my head after what happened last week, and I've got THAT to tend to, but don't think for one second I'm gonna let my guard down against those 4. Not even close to it. We all have different agendas, but come one way or another, we all have pride, pride not only in ourselves, but for OUR show, because we all know CrossFire is the superior to Fight Night. Now how about we go out there and take it to those who self-proclaim to 'Run Fight Night'. What better way to go into Back in Business than with a win and momentum boys?
Carmine nods in agreement. Golden looks down and looks back up at Cross.

Golden: I see a hell of a lot of the younger me in you. The me that was the X-Division champion, a tag team champion and just about to win the World Heavyweight champion. Charon has it out for Kennedy. I'm bringing out my skeletons against Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson...and Lt. Wyoming is just that...extra member of The Great Siege that has not found his place.

The "blue brand," right? Fight for them? I keep saying it. I don't fight for anyone else anymore. Not the fans. Not Crossfire. Just myself. It's all about myself.

HOWEVER, I will be out there...part of the team. I will do my part, bringing a former World Heavyweight champion. I will bring my experience. My talents. My intelligence. I'll be there for you two, mostly because I have RESPECT for you two...RESPECT for Crossfire...and you guys may want to watch what I have to say tonight to Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson...because as much as I have said I fight for myself...I better start getting into the habit of fighting for Crossfire.