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

[Engaged To Ouellet]

The intimidating frame of JoJI is the first thing we see as he stands before us in a tailor made black Armani suit, with his white dress shirt underneath unbuttoned enough to reveal his sculpted chest. The finest of black leather shoes adorn his feet while a purple armband with the name of our Goddess 'Gabrielle' emblazoned upon it rests around his right bicep. His brown eyes brimming with pride peer out from underneath a white fedora hat decorated by a single purple feather and gripped tightly in his hand is a large steel chain. A smile greets us before he beckons us to follow him through the halls of the church of Gabrielle all the while seemingly fighting to drag what's on the end of the chain with him. Every corner that the Jackal of Juno Incarnate leads us through reveals more purple velvet lining the floor, more vases placed upon marble pedestals full with flowers of every colour, like a sweetly smelling bouquet of rainbows. With each step the sense of bliss and joy consumes more of our beings as we know it brings us closer to our Goddess and her caramel halo. Finally the last turn in the series of corridors comes to and end and a large pair of oak doors stand before us which are swung open by the free hand of JoJI revealing the Goddess we yearn to worship in her splendour...Gabrielle. Though she stands on the other side of the vast room her smile which not only kisses her succulent lips but seems to radiate from her entire being is unmistakable. The ethereal blue glow from her eyes also greets us more and more as we step towards her, all fixated upon the Goddess before us. The blessing of being in her presence not taken lightly as one by one we all bow before taking a seat in one of the many rows of purple velvet draped pews. JoJI who is the envy of every one of us getting to not only be within her presence now as he is chosen to serve her with his life climbs the couple of steps up to the altar and forces the large snarling grey wolf on the end of his chain too follow him. The beast howls and gnashes its teeth together as it bites at the chain desperate for freedom until it see's her...and it suddenly falls placid like a well trained pet dog. Its tongue lolling from its mouth as it sits before her and JoJI unclasps the chain. A single well manicured hand, not the one adorned by her wedding ring for she dare not despoil the symbol of her love by the touch of a common wolf meets its head briefly as she pets it. The beast reacts as it desperately seeks to lick her hand in affection before she withdraws it and allows JoJI a moment to wipe her hand clean of any hairs. The Wolf's eyes like everyone else seems to admire the way her pure white dress hugs her every supple curve, her body drenched in what is the most delicious shade of caramel is likened to a willow; slender, supple and graceful. Her smooth legs are left bare from just above her knee where the hemline ends and remain that way down to the straps of her black Louboutin stilettos which hold her feet daintily aloft from the granite beneath them. The fabric which strains and struggles to contain her voluptuous body cant hide the glow of her tantalising hue either as it hugs her hips and relishes in the ease of which it grips her stomach before its biggest challenge her 34DD bust fills out the confines of the plunging neckline too every last inch of space and relies on a tiny spaghetti strap around her delicate neck to hold it aloft. Diamond studded chandelier earrings frame either side of her face and a gold cross pendant made in the shape of her curvy figure with arms outstretched hangs between her cleavage. Her make-up is minuscule at most, her natural complexion the perfect coating for her soft skin and beautiful features as there is only a soft shade of red smiling from upon her lips. Her gorgeous brunette hair is pulled back from her shoulders and into an intricate French twist save for the couple of strands of hair that hug the side of her face. The most coveted prize in the professional wrestling industry, the FWA World Championship hugs her right shoulder and proudly displays her name. Her gaze once more travels across each and every one of us who have now filled out her pews with many more kneeling where they can, thankful too simply be in her presence, the luxury of a seat is unnecessary when before a divine being especially when that softly sweet voice breaks the silence and takes us away to heaven...

Gabrielle: Blessed you all are who sit, kneel and stand before me on this day, you are all my children, all of you who worship my name and you are here to hang on my every word before I send JoJI into battle.

A collective but silent sigh escapes all of our beings at not being able to see the Divine Siren in action.

Gabrielle: I know that all of you listening to my words here in person and those who hear my words around the world had prayed that you would get too see me in the ring with this weekends FWA event being a cross brand extravaganza. I have heard every prayer that has been hopefully made every day that this show has drawn closer and closer. Prayers that when it was announced that I would compete against Adrian Wolf have only intensified. But I ask you all do you truly desire too see me in the ring with this?

She gestures towards the Wolf that sits before her calm and docile in her presence.

Gabrielle: This beast may have once been a savage, cruel killer, it may even still be such but in my presence it is just a dog...just like you Adrian. You can bark and howl as loud as you like, bare your teeth to all the children that run away from you frightened of the monster...but you don't scare me Adrian Wolf. You are nothing, you are a beast that is to be culled the moment it becomes more hassle than it is worth. Something that you are used to, after all you have only recently found your way back into the ring after the FWA tossed you aside for indulging in performance enhancing drugs...trying to get your bite to match your whimper of a bark were we Adrian?

How sad it is in this world that I am beset on so many sides by the weak and pathetic who must turn too injecting their body full of toxins just to compete at the level that I was reborn upon. Just like the all too persistent fallen false god Duke Drazin you have had too stoop to the lows of destroying your body just to get ahead. This is indicative of the beast that you are Adrian you enjoy destroying all that is put before you even that which gazes back at you in the mirror. You have done so all your life and ever since you crawled your way back into the fold and reignited the sibling war between the brothers drenched in blood it has intesified. You inspire fear and horror into those that are given the task of opposing you...I imagine even your brother Stuart in the depths of his twisted soul fears you and what you are capable of. But as for me Adrian...

The Goddess smiles at the lowly animal at her feet, which inches closer to her desperate to rest its tongue on her delicately encased foot even for just as a moment.

Gabrielle: I don't fear you, nor your brother or even Charon who without lifting a single finger I left kneeling in the ring before me. I am a Goddess Adrian...a being above the likes of you and every other life form upon this planet. The things I am capable of, the wrath I can unleash makes your unhinged thirst for insanity and blood lust seem insignificant by comparison. I can leave you broken and defeated longing for the comfort that the injection of steroids once brought you. You are a placid little beast when within my presence, an insignificant worm daring to make its existence known to a divine being. To beat you would be akin to the simple act of stepping on a bug and hearing it squish under the daggers point of my stiletto. So while the mortals may fear you I am above you, superior in every way, a flawless toxin free au natural beauty that would turn you into this slobbering mess.

But you cant blame yourself Adrian it is not all upon you but rather upon what you are, a wolf is just a step above the common house pet which spends its days having its tail pulled by children and fed when its master can be bothered. If you were to be blessed with getting to place your paw upon my soft, supple caramel lathered skin you would become nothing more than one of these pets. Instead Adrian you will not be tormented as you uncontrollably roll onto your back and beg me too rub your belly, instead you will glimpse upon me from afar and watch my every step as my Jackal tears you apart from limb from limb as you pray that I will call him off and spare you.

The Jackal of Juno Incarnate steps forward smugly grinning down at the wolf that lays before our Goddess like the most domesticated of pets.

Gabrielle: You and your brother and the likes of Charon, Devin and my ex all believe yourselves to be cruel, dangerous, destructive beasts with no remorse for any of your callous actions but in my service a man like JoJI who is absolved of all his sins is so much worse. He is free to do whatever needs to be done to appease me, to make me proud he will leave all those who deify my words as a twisted mess in the middle of the ring. For there is nothing more dangerous than a devout knight, a holy warrior on a mission from his Goddess. He will stop at nothing to beat you and thus more importantly make me happy, JoJI would rather end his existence than disappoint me...this is what you face Adrian all the while with my presence at ringside. Watching your every step and waiting for that moment where JoJI descends upon you from above and...puts...you...down.

A soft and playfully yet devilish giggle escapes from between her full lips, a simple display of bliss that goes on too wash over us as all we join in on our Goddesses mirth.

Gabrielle:[/b] I will revel in that moment Adrian watching your eyes glaze over as you hit the mat one final time, when you experience what is capable of a Goddess with the world in the palm of her divine hands. I have everything I have ever dreamed of, every fantasy of a mortal woman and every desire of an immortal is mine while your entire life has been a tale of tragedy...your own brother killed your parents and shattered your very existence. So you may bare your teeth and speak of all the horrible deeds that you have performed but at the end of the day Adrian not only are you a simple minded beast but you are a monster that Stu created, he is Dr. Frankenstein to you a single minded creature doing what the evil doctor created it to do. You will forever be in his shadow, your brother, your creator will always stand over you shrouding you in the darkness that his existence casts upon his baby brother.

We watch in horror as a green serpent, its forked tongue darting in and out of its mouth slithers up behind the Goddess and between her legs...it rears up as if too strike but seems frozen once it does, staring up into those beautiful blue eyes of our Goddess as we notice that its shadow does indeed somehow cover the Wolf beside it.

Gabrielle: You are the lesser evil to a man consumed by his love for a flame haired Goddess he can never have, The Snake that resembled a pawn as he danced to the tune of the divine beings locked in divine matrimony and rided the world of a Anarchist who yearned for a love he too could never have. Stu you can call yourself Snake, evil, uncaring...but to the likes of I and your undying flame Jenny you are just a being desperate for love and when we embarrassed you in front of your own son you thought you were seeking vengeance when in fact you slithered down the very path we wanted you too, so bravo Snake allow me too thank you for doing as your Goddesses commanded. Your reward is witnessing your own brother, the man who vies to wrench that World Heavyweight Championship away from you and claim it as his own face down in the middle of the ring just one week before you meet him at Back In Business.

The night where once again Duke Drazin will oppose me as for what seems like the hundredth time in his pathetic existence he hopes too get lucky. I am above luck Duke while it is all you have it has been proven time and time again that you are just not good enough, so your career defining moment is still out of reach and as long as I am the Goddess of the Mountain it will remain that way. Nothing you can do will change that just as nothing that Adrian can do will change his fate when he is in my presence. You know you could have used that wife of yours in this moment...as lil Sara has been defeated at my hands every time she has tried to surpass the divine. Having experienced this loss before she could have consoled you and made you feel better about losing to my Jackal, losing to my chosen disciple. An act that will take from you everything that you are now, that killer instinct gone, those remorseless cold eyes a thing of the past...for when you have stood in the presence of The Goddess your life is forever altered...it is no longer blood that pumps through your veins but a feeling of bliss and love that you were blessed by her mere presence. Gabrielle 15.7

So it is written and so it shall be Adrian, for my words are never uttered in vain, billions hang on every syllable and when I say that JoJI will make me proud and bring me one of your fangs as a souvenir...that is how it WILL be...

Once again she giggles, her entire body consumed by her joy, though it holds more of a callous edge than before as her lips are kissed by a delicious smirk as she then raises the FWA World Championship above her head and then in union at the lead of JoJI we all fall too our knees, silently praying to our Goddess and thanking her for breathing the same air as her.

[carter007]

FWA cameras pan to Andrew Griffin with a cheesy smile across his face with a microphone in hand as he begins

Griffin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the X-Division Champion...Xavier Xander Xerxes.

Xavier is shown sporting his ring gear with his X-Division title proudly placed over his shoulder with a scowl on his face.

Griffin: Now Xavier tonight is another big night in FWA history with a historic Fight Night/CrossFire Supershow, what are your thoughts?

Xavier calmly yet coldly begins to speak in a deep monotone voice.

XXX: Wipe that smile off your face Andrew, from where I'm standing there is nothing to be happy about right now. There is nothing I detest more than sharing my precious screen time with these Fight Night punks. They walk around with such an air of superiority as if they own the place and expect me, the X-Division champion, the centerpiece of the foundation of the most innovative division in the world, to grovel at their feet. That's not gonna happen, not by a long shot.

Xavier shakes his head.

XXX: Another thing that disappoints me is that with a show that proclaims to have such a great cadre of wrestlers, you would think that the best that Fight Night has to offer would wrestle the best wrestler on the CrossFire brand, me. I mean, logically it makes sense in my mind, but yet again I am met with disrespect and tossed to the wayside. Even on my worst day, I would single handedly defeat each member of the Fight Night roster without even breaking a sweat. I know it. You know it Griffin. And all of these people know it too.

Xavier slightly smirks and looks proudly at his X-Division title as Griffin continues.

Griffin: You talked about wrestling the best that Fight Night has to offer, but tonight you are pitted against the Young Lions champion James Hughes, someone who I would not take lightly.

XXX drops his head in disbelief at Griffin's comment and sarcastically laughs

XXX: Young Lions champion? Let me tell you something Griffin, it was almost one year ago that I was a "young lion" when I arrived in the FWA. However, I was able to cement my name in the history books in less than a year to become X-Division champion, to prove that not only am I the hottest rookie in the business, but the epicenter of the most exciting wrestling division in the world. James Hughes holds nothing but a prop around his waist. When you walk around and ask people about the X-Division, a spark lights in their eyes and they picture fantastic athletes and great bouts along with its champion, me. But when you ask fans about the Young Lions championship, you don't get the same reaction. That speaks to not only its division, but to its champion, James Hughes.

Xavier looks into the camera and hoists his title in the air.

XXX: James Hughes, you have the pleasure of gracing the squared circle with the best that CrossFire has to offer, a true champion unlike yourself. I have accomplished more in my twenty five years of living than you will ever accomplished in your lifetime. When I go out to that ring tonight, when my Loaded Elbow crushes your skull and I see your blood on the canvas, and when I pin you for the 1.2.3. I am making a statement not only to you, or your show, but to the entire FWA roster that Xavier Xander Xerxes is the future of the FWA. Believe that!

Xavier shoves Griffin and walks away

[Minstrel of Chaos]

The scene opens on an empty arena, lit up and ready for the Supershow. The stands are empty in silence, the announcer table void of its commentary, and there are no vendors plying their wares in the stands. The only person in the arena is the white masked figure of Charon. He calmly sits atop one of the top turnbuckles. The deafening silence of the arena seems to echo on an eternity, as Charon prolongs the silence a bit longer. His mask seems to stare out into the empty stands, searching for something that isn't there.

Charon: I know that each of the men I face in my coming match are laughing at me. They think I'm a joke. That I am nothing because I hide behind a mask. Because I use dirty, underhanded, and vicious tactics. That I am nothing more than a set of cheap parlor tricks.

Charon looks down at the ring, and a small chuckle can be heard. Charon turns his mask to face the camera, as his body language telegraphs the smile on his face beneath the porcelain.

Charon: You couldn't be further from the truth, and yet so close. I don't hide myself behind a mask as just part of some show. I wear it for a purpose. I stand as the one person coming into a fight that you have nothing on. Only three people know who I am under this mask, and I already killed one of them. What makes you think I won't do the same to any of you? What prevents me from just leaving you bleeding in the middle of the ring? You think a little ambush is going to stop me? Do you think your goddess scares me? If I am willing to play mind games with Stu, make deals with Jack Severino, and burn Michael Servin alive, do you think a woman who is more concerned with what position she's going to be in when she goes to bed will frighten me? She had the opportunity to end this, and she failed. She now pays the consequences for that decision. It is in this very ring that I will deliver those consequences to her, because there is little that those who oppose me can do. What can you do to hurt a man who you know nothing about? You all claim that I am a coward, but have no true inkling as to the reason this mask is upon my face.

Charon slips down off the turnbuckle, and jabs his finger toward the object in question.

Charon: This mask represents the boundary that was placed between me and the world. This allows me to keep you guessing. What are his motives? Who is he? Does he have any friends? I leave you second guessing yourselves, wondering what exactly is going through my mind. In that moment of hesitation, you have already lost. You see, you may not know what's going on in my head, but I know exactly what is going on in yours. And that gives me the edge.

Charon raises six fingers as he begins ticking them off.

Charon: Chris Kennedy is not concerned with me, because his ego sees me as little more than a man playing dress-up for Halloween. His only reason for participating in that attack with Gabrielle was to look good in her eyes. I wonder how it feels for Chris, knowing he'll always be a second to a woman in his goddess's heart. Chris Kennedy is talented, but talent only gets you so far in this business. Especially when it comes to matches on Crossfire. You have to be ruthless, cutthroat, methodical, and remorseless in your actions. You have to understand that you aren't facing a sportsman on Crossfire. You are usually facing a person hellbent on the destruction of your career. They may baby you on Fight Night, Chris, but you're off their map now. Here, there are real monsters to contend with. Just ask Zaire. He can tell you of his adventures here. He can tell you how he just couldn't take the pressure, and the fear of knowing his end could be waiting just around the corner, lurking in the shadows.

He ticks off a finger, as he mentions Zaire.

Charon: And how have you been Zaire? Have you come back to reclaim your dignity when you ran away like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs? Have you come to prove you are no longer a coward? That's your soul purpose for entering this match I bet. You want nothing more than to prove you are still able to keep up. Come to think of it, I haven't heard much about you on Fight Night. Maybe you have been reduced to a lap dog for the Siege. I heard Sally has accomplished more than you have over the last year. Maybe I should be more afraid of her than you. Maybe I need to pay her a visit. After all, Gabrielle and her have been getting pretty friendly of late. I wouldn't be keeping my word if I just let her slip through my fingers without receiving just punishment for Gabrielle's actions.

Charon leans forward, toward the camera, as you can feel the twisted smile laying just beneath the surface.

Charon: I bet you're angry now, Zaire. I know what buttons to press, just like I always have. You've always been too predictable and followed the crowd. It has always been your greatest weakness. Did you know Michael used to always talk about his match with you? How he was happy that the two of you got together. So I can think of nothing more intimate to cement that bond, than to have the two of you bleed together in each others arms. Knowing that neither of you can help each other, but sharing in the ecstasy of pain. Consider it my belated wedding gift.

Charon leans back, before ticking off another two fingers.

Charon: Aut Pax Aut Bellum. The men who have dominated the tag division for years. They have taken the role of Sinful Sensuality, becoming the dominate tag team over the last few years. Yet I ask the two of you, who have you faced in the last few years? All of them had nothing, except Devin Golden. And the only reason the two of you beat him, was because his partners kept leaving him high and dry. He never had a partner that stuck around long enough to form that sort of bond that great teams often have. Surprisingly, I'm getting to live out Michael's dream of tagging with Devin. It shouldn't be all that surprising though, that what would have been the greatest force of good in the FWA, is now an unholy alliance as it were. Things become twisted with time, especially when you traumatize someone enough during it. I bet that you're thinking the same thing as Kennedy when you look at me. A freak in a mask, who has a love for the macabre. Once again, you're right and yet so terribly wrong. You fail to realize just who you are dealing with. I am a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain, who is hellbent on your goddess's very fall from grace. That, at the very least, should gain your undivided attention, because if it hasn't. Then may your goddess have mercy on your souls, because you will receive no such courtesy from me. This is not a threat, and it is not meant as intimidation. This is a simple statement of fact. What Gabrielle and her entourage did was only delay the inevitable.

He then ticks off his last finger, before looking once more into the camera.

Charon: And my final obvious enemy is Cameron Cross. I know you know what I was going to do to you after that match. I was going to use you as a message, but it seems that you were unnecessary in the end as she came to me. She graciously accepted my invitation, but don't believe that I am done with you, Mr. Cross. I hate to be interrupted when I work, though I always finish what I started. I hate leaving loose ends, and that is just what you are. When our match together ends, know that I will once again be after you. And this time there will be no Gabrielle to save you from your appointed meeting with me.

And as for the goddess herself, I wanted to speak on what you did. You made me kneel before you and told me that I wasn't worth your time. Why didn't you take my mask, Goddess? Does Michael's final words mean so much to you? Are you that concerned with how he felt about you? I'm sure your wife would love to know that you hold one man's opinion in such high esteem. It's almost touching. Though I must ask, where were you when Michael went out to face your ex and his associate, Stu St. Clair? Were you writhing in bed, indulging in your promiscuous nature? Or did you just not care enough to bother to be by his side in his final moments? Did you know that you could have stopped him? That Michael would still be alive today had you just asked him to stay his hand? Yet you just let him walk out to die, just like you're letting the Great Siege do for you now against me. You know, that reminds me of someone. Someone I'm sure you're familiar with. After all, you don't date Jack Severino with out at least falling for his charm at some point. You're just better at hiding behind the facade of your body and wiles than he was. At least he was honest enough with himself to admit that he was a monster. So I ask you Gabrielle, who here is the monster? Me? Or you?

The white masked Charon exits the ring, and sits in one of the stands' seats. He leans against the barricade, as he looks toward you once more.

Charon: In the end, our match tonight isn't a tag match so much as a message. It is a message that we send to the members of Fight Night. It is a message that I send to you Gabrielle. That Crossfire isn't afraid, nor intimidated, by Fight Night or the Great Siege. And that I am not deterred by your minions, Gabrielle. Enjoy your seat in heaven, because I am going to clip your wings, and drag you into Styx myself.

With those words uttered, the lights begin to shut off starting with the furthest out coming in. As the last lights begin to shut down, Charon begins to remove his mask.

Charon: I hope you know how to swim in the darkness of your own heart, Gabrielle, because there is no white knight coming to save you. I already saw to that.

As the mask is being pulled away, the final light shut out, leaving only the mystery of Charon's identity.

[PheTomenal]

FWA Cross Fire and Fight Night Super Show returns to ringside and the fans boo as Revolution Man hits and ‘The Unforgettable One’ PAJ steps out onto the stage in his in ring attire with a red Fight Night shirt on. PAJ stands in the centre of the stage and fires his guns as the fans boo again. PAJ walks briskly down the ramp with a cocky smile on his face. PAJ slides into the ring quickly and the fans continue their boos. PAJ calls for a microphone as he heads up the turnbuckles in the ring and taunts the crowd by making guns with his fingers again. He jumps from the turnbuckle and begins pacing around the ring. Revolution man fades the fans boo PAJ as he smirks in the ring.

PAJ: Tonight, it is supposedly the FWA Fight Night and CrossFire Super Show but it doesn’t need the members of the Fight Night roster or the members of the CrossFire roster fighting each other to make this a supershow. It only needs one man and he is standing in this very ring to make this show and every show a super show. I know that sounds simple but in all honesty you could have a wrestling show about me, with no adverts, for 2 hours and you will want more and more because it will blow your simplistic minds because of how entertaining it is. Purely and simply I am more than a wrestler, I am the whole package. Tonight, the Unforgettable one will ensure a vintage performance for you all to remember at the PAJ super show. Which means I am not representing Fight Night, I am representing the man of the hour, the one you will never forget, the man you used to called a Phenomenon, The next big thing, P…A…J…

PAJ takes off his Fight Night shirt and throws it to the floor and kicks it out of the ring and reveals a PAJ ‘Unforgettable’ T-Shirt. PAJ lets out a small laugh looking down at the shirt before looking back into the crowd.

PAJ: Fight Night is not worthy of my representation for their brand. What the hell have they ever done for me? Their roster has done nothing but disrespect me by not appreciating my unrivalled talent and it took a while but now the management of both FWA and Fight Night are starting to take notice of me but it’s a bit late now and I had to attack one of your champions and one of your respect members of the roster. Its time to stand up and take notice of me because I have shown my colours, I have shown what I am my question to FWA is can you stop me? It doesn’t look like your television champion can does it? He is going to lose something precious to him it might be his family, it might be his title but I made damn sure that no-one ever disrespect me again and certainly not Anthony. The beginning of the end is here for all of you as the era of PAJ dominance looms nearer and nearer.

The fans boo at PAJ’s ‘warning’

PAJ: Who do I get to face at the Super show? ‘Amazing’ Ryan Rondo but Ryan can I ask you a question? What is amazing? To me, Amazing is where you do something or more accurately more consistently do things that make peoples jaws drop in awe and astonishment. Do you do that? I don’t think so. You are one of those guys that come into a company, do well to begin with because no-one know who you are. I still don’t know who you are and Im meant to be facing you. This surely says a lot about people, if I haven’t heard of you and we work in the same company, how the hell are the fans going to know who the hell you are? Doesn’t really strike me as ‘Amazing’ you want amazing just wait until you see what I have in store for you Mr. Rondo. I will redefine Amazing and it will be on the mat with a jaw that is dropped and a chest that hurts from the Amazing Splash and why is it amazing because it is mine. My gift to the world, my gift to the wrestling community and no-one has dared to even try to do it. The same with the perfect DDT, everything I touch, everything I do even the most gifted dare attempt. My point is Ryan is that you might think you are amazing but I know I am simply amazing.

The fans boo again.

PAJ: However, despite being better than you we do have some similarities, we have both had more than one run in FWA. Neither of us is afraid of branching out and doing something different, that I can respect. Our chosen line of work demands that we are constantly putting ourselves in danger and we constantly have to change and adapt. Those who best change and adapt are the ones that are much more likely to succeed. I have adapted my whole career and now in my so called ‘return’ to the FWA I have had to adapt to a new culture, a new show and a new set of opponents. I have, for the most part, successfully adapted because I am a natural born winner, a natural born success. Everything I have done and everywhere Ive been Ive been a winner and I will never fail at anything I do. Whether it is wrestling or some other venture I pursue. The conundrum for you, Rondo, is whether you can adapt to me, for I am constantly changing, constantly moving and with the lights shining and with me representing myself and fighting for the only person that matters, me, I will be victorious and I am not just saying that to fill time, I only speak what I believe and you all might hate me but I will never say anything that I don’t truly believe and tonight it is time to put my money where my mouth is and give you a night the fans and of course, you, Rondo, will never, ever forget…

PAJ throws his microphone to the floor and smirks which is met by fans with boos. PAJ heads out of the ring as Revolution Man hits and PAJ continues to walk up the ramp and backstage.

[The Full Time Shakey]

The scene opens up in a nice little home, of course appearing very futuristic, it is obviously the home of the Future Ryan Rondo. His TV sparks into life and we hear the words of a voiceover on it...


Voiceover: Welcome back to the FWA Supershow here on ESPN Classics, in the back we have Andrew Griffin with the Amazing One Ryan Rondo.

We go to the TV, it would appear that the Supershow is being re run. Of course the commentary has been edited.

Andrew Griffin is standing with an anxious Ryan Rondo.

Andrew: So, Mr Rondo, this is it, this is your big match tonight, this is your chance to prove you are back for real, isn't it?

Ryan: I don't know, Andrew. I'd say I have already proved that, I've dismantled the X Division Champion rather easily, and I've main evented Crossfire, how many wrestlers do that in like their 5 match back? It's unheard of, it's simply 'amazing'.

The Old Ryan Rondo sits and stares at himself in amazement...

'Wow, I was one arrogant kid, no doubt about it at all. I can't even remember who I was fighting that night but I hope he knocked some sense into me'

Andrew: Well, yes, that is quite a landmark, Ryan. But let me ask you, what's going on man? What are you aiming for here?

Ryan: I don't know Andrew. I am just back here, I just want to wrestle, I don't care who. I have unfinished business with Cross, Alexx and Xavier. And I plan to take them all out sometime. Alexx can enjoy his title run right now, It's not something I should be looking at. I want a rematch someday with him however. As for Cameron, I respect him, but we never got to have the big match, what everyone wanted at that time. And as for Xavier, he's a disgrace to the X Division and should not be holding that belt in my eyes, he doesn't deserve to be in the same ring that we are all in, his father probably bought Xavier into the company and bought him that title without a doubt.

'Again, wow. I had a mouth on me. Damn kids back then. All the same now. I can do this, I can do that... If only they seen who they are talking to'

Andrew: O...k, Ryan, but what about tonight, what about your opponent, PAJ?

Ryan: I don't know, I don't watch Fight Night, I stopped watching it when Matt Boudreau passed away. I literally have nothing on this guy to say. But being me, I can cook something up. PAJ, to my recollection has not done anything significant in the FWA, he's wrestled Anthony, I think, a few times? Well done to him. He seems to have been here an eternity and yet has NOTHING to show for it. He just seems to be against me on this card because simply, I do not have anything going for me at the minute and neither does he. So maybe that's a downpoint for us both, but he's on the slide and I am climbing up the ladder right now. He loses to me, I will go up in people's eyes, I am the only one who can gain some positivity from this matchup. He beats me? Big deal. It does nothing for him because he's still going to be in limbo. I beat him? Then i've beaten a veteran, and will prove that I am back and ready for the fight. If I win this, I prove I am for real. If PAJ wins this, it proves that I need to go back to the d rawing board.

'Me. Me. Me. Christ, such a kid back then, didn't know what I was getting myself into. Ah well. Surely this match couldn't be significant if I can't remember it'

Ryan: This match is significant.

'Oh well.'

Ryan: I am representing Crossfire. I don't care about the consequences for me tonight, truly. PAJ might think otherwise. It is an honor. Crossfire isn't just a brand. We are a brotherhood. We take pride in being the best brand. And I take pride in that too. No matter who you are, you always want to be a winner, or part of the winning team. This match is about me. In some form, the outcomes affect me more than they affect PAJ. But really? It is not about me. This is about Fight Night vs Crossfire. And I am not sure PAJ will realise that, he will probably be all 'Me. Me. Me.'

Andrew: Well, we haven't heard from him as of yet, Mr. Rondo. But is that all you stand for? Crossfire's pride?

Ryan: Of course not. Tonight is the only night I will put Crossfire before the fans, and before myself. This is the difference between me and PAJ. He will take the same approach to the match up as he does for everything. 'This is about me, I don't give a crap about anyone, I am the perfect one, I am going to destroy you blahblah blah'. Well, I have news for him. This isn't about YOU, PAJ. This isn't about ME. This show, this match, every match, is about BRAND SUPERIORITY. This match may not seem important, but if I lose this, my Crossfire brethren may lose confidence, or it may be the difference in victory or defeat for Crossfire, I don't want to be blamed for losing the match that should've been won! PAJ, you are the key to me becoming everything I ever was, you are my stepladder to where I used to be. Most importantly you are Crossfires stepladder to complete and total domination over those in Fight Night. That is all.

Ryan Rondo walks away.

Andrew: There we have it...

The scene cuts out and we come back to the Old Ryan Rondo...

He flicks his TV off as his two grandchildren come running in...


His young grandson looks at him intently, as if to beg a question, before actually begging a question.

Grandson: Grandpa! Wrestleslammiversarymania is just about to begin!

Ryan looks at his grandson in amazement... almost astounded that his grandson watches that total and complete junk.

Ryan: Sit down. I'll maybe put it on. Who's main eventing... this junk?

The grandson seems offended.

Grandson: GRANDPA! It's Randy Cena taking on AJ Orton and The Mortician in a Midget on a Pole Match!

Ryan sighs.

Ryan: For the love of pete, the things that you children watch nowadays. Forget it. You want to see some good wrestling boy? Park it.

His grandchildren take a seat.

Ryan: ESPN Classics. FWA Supershow.

Grandson: BUT BUT

Ryan: No but's, kiddo, i'll show you real wrestling.

Ryan switches it back to the channel and is interrupted by the voiceover.

Voiceover: Up next! Ryan Rondo looks to restore Crossfire's dominance as he takes on Fight Night's PAJ!

His grandson turns and looks at him with amusement...

Grandson: Is that you?

Ryan: You bet, champ.

Grandson: Do you win? Do you kick his ass!?

Ryan: WOW. No potty mouth, I am your grandfather, and they didn't call me the amazing one for nothing right? PAJ was, what we called, a jobber, anyway.


They settle down and begin to watch as Ryan Rondo makes his entrance...


'Oh man, I really hope I did win this one'




oot: purple - Future Ryan
blue - present Ryan

[Wolf]

Wolf vs. Gabrielle???

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.


Our scene opens high above in the mountains, where a man has gone off in search of peaceful surroundings. Gone in search of a place where he can be alone with his thoughts, surrounded by nature and beauty. High amidst these snow capped peaks he walks, counting the days until he must return to the people and step into the ring against a woman who has been called unbeatable. He is alone within the cool breeze, moving back and forth with a dancer's grace as he goes through his steps, practicing in his own unique way while a rush of thoughts and images travels through his mind. The camera stays just far enough away to conceal his identity, as he moves and as he goes through his final walk throughs, his last bit of exercise before returning to the world, his voice can be heard echoing into the scene.

Wolf: The Japanese, among other cultures, believe that energy is circular, rather than linear. This means that life flows, rather than crashes. When I look at the Goddess of the Mountain Gabrielle, just as many others do, I see a woman who is seemingly unstoppable inside the ring. A goddess with the strength, skill and the will do conquer anything set against her. She has done an excellent job of proving this fact as well. Now I'm not foolish, I know that any attempts on my part to simply smash through this goddess will end in complete and utter failure. So, how does one who seems so... insignificant... so small... how does he manage to overcome a mountain ? The mountains themselves hold the answer. The seas, which bring the world untold levels of life hold the answer. A single raindrop does little against a mountain. But if that rain continues to strike the same place, again and again and again without stopping, in time it will errode the surface. In time, it will wear down that rock and with enough time... with enough consistency, the rock will be no more, leaving only the rain. Gabrielle is a dominating force, of that, there is no doubt. I must strike again and again, I must wear her down, carve into her like the rains carved the valleys and passes. I must be consistent with my attack, never letting up, never giving her time to rest, time to breathe. Gabrielle is a powerful adversary, but is accustomed to overcoming her foes from the beginning of the match. She is used to dictating the pace and the direction of the struggle. My strength will force her to wrestle my match, at my speed and my pace. I will wear her down to nothing like the rivers wear down the rocks at their bottoms. I will take the lessons nature has taught me and apply them to this Goddess of the Mountain, who seeks to destroy my body and crush my spirit. I will use them to fight back against a goddly force, and show her that universal truths apply even to women such as him. No matter the size, no matter the strength. Weak spots are still weak spots. Pressure points are still pressure points. Muscle and tendon still align themselves the same, and I shall prove that by RIPPING THEM FROM GODDESS HERSELF

The scene changes to different vantage points, but still Wolf remains in the distance, too far to tell what he looks like, but close enough to see his every movement. Calm, balanced, decisive. All moving with a single goal in mind. His voice then continues


Wolf: ... a great man once said that we should be as water. Water is shapeless. Formless. Water becomes the form of that which contains it. Water is slow as well as fast. Cold as well as boiling. Water is both liquid and solid. It flows with the ease of a gentle gust of air... but it can also crash with the fury of the gods themselves. It is able to both give life and take it away. We are no different. But you... you have somehow forgotten this truth. Unlearned it. Suppressed it deep within your years of training and your many wars. You have become singular, Gabrielle. You crash. You strike, you destroy. You move only forward. When you face an obstacle, you plow right through it. This is the reason for your success. It is also the blueprint for your defeat. You don’t know fall like I do. I always rise no matter how many times I fall. I will still rise


As Wolf's words came forth, the scene faded into blackness, only to reappear in front of the Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia. It's pouring out. Liquid pellets bounce off the pavement. A woman holding her child by it's hand scurries across the street while holding a folded newspaper over head in a futile attempt to keep dry. The clouds high above rumble. The city is plunged in the gray and only a single figure stands across the street. Unmoved by the flood pouring down on us all. He wears a trenchcoat and stares into the traffic before him as cars zoom by.Wolf . We zoom in for a closer look; the cameras seemingly hover across the street and up to where Wolf stands.

Wolf: Look at them. Running around in hopes of finding shelter from something that gives them life. Too concerned with getting their hair wet or perhaps ruining their overpriced garments. They scurry off in an attempt to defy nature and it's fruit. You're one of the cornerstones of this entire federation. You are as honest as they come, you don't pull punches, you don't bullshit, you just do what you do and you do it very well. You are the champion for a REASON Gabrielle... And that reason is quite simply, this... Rocky Creed can't beat you, Bullseye Johnson couldn't beat you and I don't even think Duke Drazin will be able to beat you...what is the thing I am hearing? That you are trough with this? You brought a mountain of man, whose strength rivals my own to fight your battles. I have nothing to lose... And that makes me dangerous. Which means one thing Goddess, you better show up. Because if you don't, I'll come after you. Yeah, I know, you're not hard to find. But I'm not going to come after you for your title and I'm not going to care what happens to you or that belt when I do... You WILL fight me Gabrielle. F*ck Joji. Gabby... You... will... fight... me. See it's the same on both sides just the other way around. You win: everybody shrugs, says "I told'ya so!" They call it a good match and then they go home. I win: everybody shrugs, says "I told'ya so!" They call it a good match and then they go home. Nobody needs this match... But I don't remember signing up to fight someone that backs down because they can't be bothered to do what they're expected to do. Goddess of the Mountain talks A LOT of shit, but insinuating she might no-show cuts deeper than anything else. THE ENTIRE WORLD THINKS I S*CK BUT I WILL SHOW! I DON'T GIVE A SH*T IF I HAD TO TAKE YOU AND JOJI ALONE, I'D BE THERE WITH F*CKING BELLS ON! THIS IS A F*CKING PASSION PLAY! THIS IS THE CLASSIC STRUGGLE! HOW COULD SOMEONE NOT WANT TO BE A PART OF IT, LET ALONE THE GODDESS OF THE MOUNTAIN. SHE THINKS SHE'S NOT GOING TO SHOW UP! No, no, no, no... I am scheduled to be fighting one of the best in this company, and if I don't? Don't think too hard, I'll tell you... Even if I win... I lose. So f*ck you Gabrielle... Don't be afraid of fighting a guy you're better than... What do you have to lose?

A loud grumble from above. The heavens are angry or perhaps hungry for what dwells on the surface below. Wolf grins.

Wolf: You see, what most people fail to realize is that this business is a modern-day sideshow. It is home to the freaks and outcasts of this world. Brilliant minds once graced the squared circle for they dared to pursue something different. Something crazy. They created this canvas through their vision. And now look at it... infested with people trying to make a quick buck. People who starve for attention. People who think they can wake one morning and say to themselves, "Hey, I can be a wrestler". People who take what had to be done to build this very business for granted! People who waltz in here like Joj. Now you must play under my rules and I'm afraid you're not going to like it. I lie in the darkness. Waiting. Watching. for my turn. My turn to inflict the pain that was once inflicted on me. My turn to spit into the face of a hapless victim. It is my turn to look down on people like you and scoff at what they've become for I am more than just a roadblock today. I am a reminder. I am an echo of things to come. I am the wound that will allow your blood to trickle down into the water. And at Back in Business, Drazin will be the shark who smells it.

Clash of thunder springs forth from the gray matter above and the rain keeps pouring over the roads and light of a mechanical world.

Wolf: See, my body is a road-map of pain. My mind is utterly desensitized to violence. I've been cut, bruised, concussed, busted open, raked and beaten... But never broken. Saturday night will be no exception I'M SICK OF OVER-CONFIDENT B*TCHES WHO THINK THAT THEY ARE TOO GOOD FOR THIS, THAT HAVE NO IDEA WHO THE HELL THEY'RE DEALING WITH! I AM NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY! YOU ARE IN SO FAR OVER YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW THAT I DON'T EVEN THINK YOU REALIZE IT! YOU'RE TOO BUSY PLANNING THE AFTER-PARTY FOR THE MATCH THAT YOU HAVEN'T EVEN WON YET AFTER A MATCH THAT YOU HAVEN'T EVEN WON YET! MIX ALL THAT WITH YOUR ANNOYING PRONUNCIATION AND YOU HAVE THE BATTER FOR A PISS WOLF THE F*CK OFF CAKE! You better show to this match Gabrielle. You better focus on ME! Because if you don't, Joji... will... lose. and I will personally assist Duke Drazin in your destruction. F*ck what can be, this is what IT IS! You and me... Pass or fail. That is what everything comes down to, pass or fail. Bring the "A" game that I EXPECT from you Gabrielle. As always, I'll be bringing mine. Because I AM The Meanest, I AM The Baddest, I AM one of the most sadistic men this company has ever known, I... am... Wolf... And I am The Angel of Death. On Sunday, I will be doing what I do best... Dealing out relentless, violent, bloody, Hardcore Punishment by raindrops. And that's not a threat, Gabrielle ... it's a promise.

Wolfs lip curls into a subtle half-smile... He chuckles a little as he turns and walks off camera...

[Stratusphere]

Crossfire VS Fight Night
North American Champion VS Television Champion
Alexx VS Anthony

Turning it against you!

The scene opens up on Alexx all dressed up with a black shirt with white pants, vest and tie and of course his NA championship around his waist. He walks slowly as his footsteps are heard.

Alexx: It’s time

The scene flashes to black is says “Alexx”. Back to Alexx. This one starts with Alexx singing

Alexx: There was once a time, where the land was right, when everything was right. It was a time of joyful love and everything was alright…

Piano starts to play in the background.

Alexx: But some people weren’t right with it… it wasn’t right enough! But the right kept on fighting! He stood still and watch the tempest fall! ‘Cuz he’s stronger that before!

A Lea Michele (THAT girl from Glee) look-alike approaches the superstar as the music starts to get more beat.

Alexx & fake Lea: ‘Cuz it’s all for the better day!

Alexx: Those two losers might come my way but I am ready for them, bring anything you want I throw it all away from me… I push the bounderies so I will still stand tall and I watch you two fall…

Fake Lea: ‘Cuz he’s the best in it! ‘Cuz there’s nothing he can’t do…

Alexx & Lea: If you believe, you’ll know it’ll happen… And I’ll make it happen! It’s written in the stars, I’ve worked so hard…

The beat slows a little bit as the curtain lifts up as the rest of the Glee cast lookalike approaches the Sexxitant Superstar.

Alexx: Thomas and Carmine you might come my way… But look at me I don’t tremble at all! Step out of your fantasy you won’t be able to beat me… The beauty always wins, the ugly stay behind… I was a train running to you, I crushed you and now you are running towards me but you won’t be able to make iiiiiiiiiiitttttt!

The scene flips channel fast with few TV snow. The new scene is a tv set à la Oprah with as host a fake Oprah!

Fake Oprah: Today the topic on the Big P is I’ve been kidnapped away twice from my boyfriend! And our guest is…

Alexx is sitting in the guest seats with Katie all tied up sitting next to him.

Alexx: Oh! Nobody really knows like how the dinosaurs were instincts… It’s a mystery, I just call her Girl! And she’s kind of primitive too, she spits on the people and she doesn’t answer when we speak to her! I mean, I won her fair and square…

Fake Oprah: What do you mean you won her fair and square?

She takes an interrogative pose.

Alexx: Actually, I didn’t win her fair and square, since I had to get her myself out of Thomas Princeton’s locker-room…

Fake Oprah: But she’s a person…

Alexx: Yes, but she kept on exchanging hands between Carmine and Thomas, Carmine had her when Thomas was champ and vice versa… I took her away from this misery and decided that the winner would have her… that she could be an accessory to the North American Championship… isn’t she? I mean she’s been revolving around it all the time, I just helped her get closer to it… because everyone knows that a woman winning the NA championship…. [Alexx laughs]

Fake Oprah: But several women won men’s championship: Gabrielle and Moira Crawford are examples…

Alexx: I’ll believe it when I see it…

Fake Oprah: Gabrielle is world champion on Fight Night…

Alexx: I’ll believe it when I see Gabrielle’s act of birth, or her vagina… and both actually! But don’t talk about Fight Night, like it was really a way to compare between the shows… It’s apples and bananas… It’s not the same thing… like their North American Championship is the Television Championship, there… I mean what do you need to have to be champion? Stay in front of your tv and be fat and ugly… like those people watching at home…

The crowd begins to boo him.

Alexx: Boo me all you want you know it’s true… and don’t get me started on their TV champion….

The channels flips again, now we are at the judges’ table on American Idol with fake Jennifer Lopez and fake Randy Jackson and of course Alexx dressed like Ke$ha with a lot of make-up and a little bit of vomit on himself.

Alexx:… I wasn’t impressed… I mean, really? I wasn’t feeling anything when I was watching him… And Anthony, there’s no hook at this… I mean I look at him in a crowd and pass right over him, there’s nothing special about him… No substance, he can easily be replaced… I look at him and I pity him… at least I have a real competition on my side, Thomas Princeton, Carmine Reaper are at least real competitor, I mean, Grizzly Joe and The Rebel Bad Ass, really? The General Manager is so scared for him not to lose him championship that Anthony doesn’t have REAL competition, well, it’s hard for him, but for the real superstars of FWA, it’s a piece of cake… I mean next time make him wrestle an imaginary bear…. Wait…. He’ll probably lose! With this match, I’ll make it clear that Crossfire is the superior brand! There’s no real competition, bring me that Gabrielle and I’ll make a bite out of her… Yummy!

The two other judges look obfuscated.

Alexx: What? It’s the truth! You don’t like it, don’t come ask for my opinion… But, I hope he takes that as a great FREE lesson, that if he wants to make it in this business, he needs to have the whole package: to be charismatic, to be great in the ring, to have the looks, to have the personality, to work hard in the ring and don’t stay with what he has, he needs to push himself to the limits… If those are his limits, he should call it quit right now! But like I said earlier, what’s the point of the TV champion, to be fat and lazy like the couch potatoes watching TV… that’s probably how he keeps his championship… ‘cuz I’ve seen some picture and there’s more that fifteen percent fat on this guy, while on me it’s only two that I keep for my butt, ‘cuz nobody what’s a flat butt! Comparison to the North American Championship, it represents the glory and fame of the North America, the power, the leadership and the friendliness, plus the sex-appeal and glamour of the United States and Canada,…

The channel flips again to Family Guy, where Peter laughs while watching TV. An animated Alexx arrives wearing a tight red suit revealing his hot body. Alexx smashes a guitar in Peter’s face.

Alexx: See, that’s what the Television champion represents!

Alexx sits on the bloody Peter Griffin’s carcass.

Alexx: Don’t be mad at me for telling the truth… And that’s why I use his own channel of information to transmit my message. That’s what the Television Championship is! It’s lazy, fat and stupid… and the champion of it, represent that he’s the champion of IT, so he’s the best in it! They probably created the championship to make those annoying superstars that were never able to do nothing a purpose in life… The television championship on Fight Night… [Alexx laughs again]… Please give me a break, the championship represent the brand… Crossfire is by far superior to Fight Night, we got the best superstars, but most importantly, we have the hottest superstar in the history of FWA, ME! I don’t even know why people surf back to Fight Night, when they won’t see any of this….

Alexx points to himself… And the show flips now to the news. A man wearing a black suit with a blue shirt is sitting behind a desk.

Anchor: So, Alexx what do you see for the next few days…

It switches to Alexx next to the meteorological map. Alexx is wearing a white shirt with beige shorts and sunglasses.

Alexx: Well, I advertise a storm of beat down on Anthony the reigning Television Champion and the people in my ear are telling me that’s it’s going pretty much the same for the next few weeks, a lot after Back in Business this storm will stop! I see a world championship too pretty soon around my waist something heavier and I see the FWA about to shine way more!

Back to the announcer who looks confused. The channel flips again to a commercial. Now Alexx is comparing both championships in a divided screen.

Alexx: See, the North American Championship brings more pride to the people surrounding them compared to those kids crying with the television championship in hands… The kids do know that the North American Champion is a great model for them to follow breaking boundaries making paths for other people, while the Television Champion looks old and used and like a creepy pedophile… Let’s take some question from the crowd. One woman gets up.

Lady: But what about absorption?

Alexx: Let’s drop this blue liquid on both those championship and see what happens… See, the North American Championship splashes all the water away, it won’t get dirty anytime soon, it won’t lose it’s glory and status anytime soon. On the other side the Television championship doesn’t do as much, it’s pretty much a mess, the championship is wet and doesn’t dry, all the dirt stays and we know that a lot of dirt as gone on it…

The crowd applause while Alexx shows the North American Championship to the camera as the words: The North American Champion superior that the regular competitor brand!

[iMatt]

Inside a Sports bar....

Zaire Wyoming with Saddle Sally sits in a sports bar. They are watching a basketball game on the television. They all are looking intensely at the screen.

Sally: Come on Durant! Turn it up baby!

Zaire: Alright! Alright!

Sports commentator: 3 points from Durant! The Thunder have all but won here in game 2 of this Western Conference series.

Everyone cheers. Zaire and Sally hug.

Zaire: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Yeehaw! Hey I know the Nuggest didn't do sqaut but at least the Thunder are givin' me some hope!

Sally: Hell yeah!...But ya' know they're gonna lose this series right?

Zaire takes a sip from a bottle of Budweiser.

Zaire: Oh yeah, they're gonna get creamed. Nobody can guard Dirk. They got lucky tonight.

Sally: Bartender can I have an Incredible Hulk please? Put it on my tab.

The bartender nods and and mixes an Incredible Hulk for Sally which she pounds down as Zaire finishes the last of his beer.

Zaire: So when do you wanna call a taxi?

Sally: Eh, Kennedy is pickin' us up remember? Ya' know right after he and Gabby probably stop screwin' each other. Whore.

Zaire: Hey she's jus' a girl who wants to have fun. Don't hate her.

Sally: Right....anyway ya' ready fer' yer' match?

Zaire gets another bottle of Budweiser.

Zaire: Yeah I'm ready fer' it. Big match we are representin' Fight Night and now that we basically run Fight Night we've gotta show that The Great Siege is not only the face of Fight Night but the face of the entire FWA. A lot is on the line, a lot more than some would want others to believe. But this is an important match, not jus' for me, not just for The Great Siege but for the entire FWA. We need to show them as their soon to be complete leaders that we are more than competent and that nobody can stand in our way.

Sally nods her head.

Sally: Maybe it's the hulk I had but I can't seem to remember who ya'll are facin' from CrossFire. Who'd they get to take ya' on?

Zaire: Well first they've got the former X champion Cameron Cross. He's gonna be an interestin' match up. I mean the man has the personality of a cardboard cut out but he'll be an interestin' guy to square off against being a former champion and all. Cross is soft though, he shouldn't be too hard to take care of. I mean the man has pretty much been takin' on and strugglin' against lesser opponents for too long now. He's got like talent atrophy, when ya' ain't fightin' people worthy enough ya' start to get complacent and ya' start to get weak. I know what its like to hold the X title, do ya' wanna know what happened after a while? After holdin' that title for a time, ya' start to feel better than it, I remember vacatin' my title and it actually was a relief it was like closin' a chapter of my life. I no longer had to be tied down to that developmental division. I was free from it all, ya' know? But Cross he had his chance to get out of that division and instead he sunk back into it. XXX lost to him like fifty times and beat him ONCE! Once hun'. And instead of Cross treatin' it like he should as a mercy way out of that title category he decided to stick around like an idiot! I swear he's got cow pies for brain. What man would want to still be considered part of the X title division at his point in his career. To me it jus' shows a lack of motivation.

Sally: So he's boring, lazy and declining in talent. What makes him interesting?

Zaire: Welp.....shoot I guess nuthin'. Was jus' being polite that's all.

Sally giggles.

Sally: Ain't Carmine "Whiny" Reaper on their team as well?

Zaire: Yeah that poor son of a bitch is on the squad as well. I hope he gets back his girlfriend Carol--

Sally: Kaite.

Zaire: Katie, whatever I don't care about her to be down right honest. I bet ya' twenty bucks she is foolin' around with Alexx man. She don't want to come home, she jus' wants to keep ridin' that pretty boy's joystick all day! Please I ain't once see that girl call for help! But the good thing 'bout having Katie 'round is it keeps Carmine whipped, and a whipped Carmine don't win matches and though I couldn't give a crap whether Alexx or Princeton wins the title I really hope that wuss Carmine doesn't win it! I mean sheesh! We're supposed to buy that he has an edge now? Man, as soon as he gets Katie back in his arms he's goin' to roll onto his back and ask her to rub his belly! Ya' know that's gonna happen!

Sally laughs.

Zaire: I ain't worried 'bout that little turd one bit. Not one damn inch! Ya' hit Carmine hard enough one time and he gets into the fetal position. What a waste of nut sacks! Give then to me to at least hang on my pick up truck!

Sally and Zaire laugh. Sally grabs a Corona Light and takes a big chug.

Zaire: Then there is Devin Golden the former pity prize world champion. I don't know how in the hell Devin ever won world title gold, but I think even his biggest fans would have to call that bullcrap a fluke! The man I'm sorry he looks like he's mentally handicapped! I can't believe he can tie his boots without help let alone win a damn world title! That dude is going to be chasin' after that big gold fer' the rest of his career and he ain't ever gonna get it back. He's gonna be like Nate Richardson, dude ain't ever gettin' back to the top that was a one time deal. That was the Anaheim Angels winnin' the world series, it only happens once for chumps like that. And hey one is enough sometimes, but man that dude is an a-hole and I know a-holes.

Sally: Yeah, last time I let you do that to me....

Zaire: Heh, but seriously! I ain't got a clue how Devin got so popular, he always seemed fake so when I saw his ass go sour I wasn't surprised made perfect sense. He was too much of a boyscout! And look despite his short lived reign being about the same size as his junk he still was top dog for a while. He was the runt who somehow climbed to the top of the junkyard pile but he was top dog! So beatin' him would really send a message, people would have to stop and think 'bout messin' with us again. Sure most already do but that doesn't extend to CrossFire, we mess up a former world champion and that will strike fear into people's hearts. And I like the sound of that.

Sally: As do I. Now, what 'bout Charon. He's on the team?

Zaire: I have a love hate relationship with that dude. See I reckon' I like him a bit 'cause he killed Michael Servin or somethin' like that. And I still remember Servin somehow beatin' me in that stupid future star cup tournament all that time ago, hated that guy. Man I almost gave him a standin' ovation when he came out with the news that he had killed off Servin. I personally wanted to see Servin sawed in half for real on accident, but even Servin was smart enough to stop actin' like a damn magician so that dream fell through the cracks real quick. But Charon man, I also hate the dude 'cause he struck the queen the caramel goddess and tried to embarrass her on OUR BRAND!

Sally: Oh it wasn't that bad, he jus' came cause he gets off on that S&M crap and wanted Gabby to hurt him.

Zaire: There ya' go with that jealousy again. Charon made a direct attack on The Great Siege and the FWA World Champion and fer' that we are gonna teach him a lesson! I fully intend to educate him on what happens when ya' mess with The Great Siege. And I can't wait!

Zaire finishes his beer so does Sally. Sally gets a text on her phone.

Sally: Kennedy is here, ready to go?

Zaire: Yep, let's pay the tab and get outta here.

Zaire and Sally get their cards and exit the bar.