Promo Thread Back in Business VI

[iMatt]

Post Promos Here. Promos are due FRIDAY JUNE 10TH,2011 at midnight pacific time. Extensions must be requested by THURSDAY JUNE 9TH 2011 at midnight pacific time and will be no longer than 12 hours. Remember if you get an extension so does your opponent unless s/he has already posted their promo.

People with extensions

Anthony (for TV title match)

PAJ

Juan Lopez and James Hughes (YL title match)

'The Angel of Death' Wolf
Stu 'The Snake' St.Clair

Mustang Maddie
Nolee Larcoix
Dinorah Redgrave

Alexx
Carmine "Grim" Reaper
Thomas Princeton

Devin Golden
Aut Pax Aut Bellum
Ashley O' Ryan

Gabrielle
Duke Drazin

Everyone involved in the Elimination Chamber

[Lewbrication]

Dear Johnny,

This isn't working out. Me, you, the family. It's putting strain on us all. How are we supposed to be together, when i can't kiss you, be held by you. I can't touch you at all.

Johnny had been able to block out the text message he received prior to his second match, at the supershow, and it seemingly didn't bother him at all. It could have been the original receiving of the news, and that it hadn't sunk in. He may not had read the whole thing through as his friends at Over The Edge interrupted. By nights and days, and days and nights have passed since, and it hasn't stayed out of his mind since.

Whenever I see a friend on the street and they ask how you are, I can't even give them an honest answer, because I don't even know myself.

From the moment Octane made his presence felt, he felt the reason to block it out had gone. He had won his match, and he had done what he went out there to do. So when his two partners came to celebrate their victory, despite them having nothing to do in the contest, he let his anger of that text message start rushing through.

I have tried everything in my power to get it through to you that this may be a mistake. You don't listen, and maybe I was a fool for thinking that you would now your out there. I mean, who is going to hear a voice from thousands of miles away, when they never heard it in the same room.

Even with the amount of praise he had from his performance, by peers, company insiders, and even his Over The Edge team-mates, the fire still burns deep inside of Octane, and not in a good way. The burn deep in his chest as every five minutes he re-reads the message that is already fixated in his head.

I have been pushing myself to want to move out there with you, i have. But dammit Johnny, you know what shit I have to deal with here, its not fair on Deb to deal with Dad on her own. Not that you've asked how he is, which it's not really better thanks.

You should have asked how he is Johnny, its five seconds out of your day to ask how someone is. But five seconds out of your hectic schedule in FWA really is too much to ask isn't it. But hey, don't beat yourself up about it, that's what your employed to do to other people right? Right. Thinking this way is the only way Octane finds time to actually focus, and he'll need to focus in the coming future, coming up against a former world champion in Darnell Porter. It may be another dark match, but its a big match for Johnny, a chance to prove that he belongs here. As long as he can keep the demons in his head at bay for long enough.

I've had enough of the tears, the heart-ache, the hurt.... and the feeling that you aren't feeling any of those out there.

Fuck sake Johnny put the bastard phone down, your about to go on camera and tell the world how your going to defeat a world champion and your welling up and look like a puppy dog with no home! What's done is done, no point crying of spoilt milk so get ready to speak, game face on soldier, coz your live in 5...4...3...

I will always have a place for you in my heart, but not in my life. Not anymore.

Backstage Interviewer Tracey Hardman: Ladies and gentlemen I have just had word, that before or Back to Business extravaganza, there is a big reason to join us in the arena early, as new rising star, and my guest at this time, who is going to take on Darnell Porter, its the newest member of Over the Edge, The Seventh Gear, Johnny Octane. Johnny, thanks for joining me at this time.



Johnny Octane: That's no problem Tracey, thanks for having me. There's a few things I want to get off my chest. A few personal things.

Tracey Hardman: Alright, thats fine by me, but I do have a few questions I wish to start off with if I may. Now, your two and zero here so far, so well done for that. And both matches you looked very impressive in. Any thoughts going into your next match, knowing its against a former champion?

Johnny Octane: Well I'm preparing for this match the same way I have the others, but this time, it will be exactly what I'm preparing for, I prepare to take on the best at all times, and if Darnell is a former champion, I'm going to need to hit my Seventh Gear for sure! But don't get me wrong, I'm more than confident that I can beat Mr. Porter one on one, I feel the absolute top of my game, and I feel like literally, nothing can stop me..... nothing.

Nothing I ever wanted more than for us to be together ever since we were little kids. I guess they were all right when they said things change as you get older huh?

Even during the interview, words he's saying are affecting the thoughts he's thinking taking him back to the text. Focus up Johnny, Christ!

Tracey Hardman: It's also a big night for all of the guys in your Over The Edge pact, with Alana being a part of that pillow-fight, and also Eyesnsane, James Hughes putting his Young Lions Championship on the line against someone you run into the other night, Juan Lopez.

Johnny Octane: Every night is a big night for Over The Edge, every time we make an appearance in the ring, we are just getting stronger and stronger. We have enough people here now to really make a difference, and you saw that with the super night we had at the Supershow. And Amy... well.... she got her just deserts for sticking her nose where it wasn't wanted. As far as Juan Lopez goes, yeah he won at the Supershow, but that was all because of me, and when he tried to come in and celebrate when he had nothing to do with it....nah, no way, that doesn't fly with me. As far as I see it, I won a three-on-one handicap match, and James, has NOTHING to worry about... the Young Lions Title staying Over The Edge.

If I keep these feelings that I have for you, and not being able to see you then I feel I may drive myself over the edge. I really hope you understand that I am doing this for you, as well as me. Whatever your doing out there, no guilt, no regret. Just don't forget me. Love always, Tanya x

Tracey Hardman: Well I'm afraid that we are running out of time here Johnny, what was it that you had to share with us??

As his now "ex" girlfriends words "don't forget me" ring through his ears, he answers Traceys question

Johnny Octane: Oh ummm..... nothing. It's fine, you've covered it.

Tracey Hardman: Oh, okay... well thank-you very much for joining me, and best of luck for your match at the PPV.

Johnny Octane.... You f**king liar.

[Eyesnsane]

Eyesnsane vs. Juan Lopez III


[The black screen flickers, then a voice can be heard…]

Voice: In the beginning…

1. Langdon: Now Eyesnsane is just toying with Lopez
Piers: Well Langdon, Lopez did say some pretty jacked up things to Eyesnsane before the match.
Langdon: I understand that but if he doesn't quit playing around he could very well loose this match. You can't win by pin, knockout or submission so he needs to focus on getting Lopez over that top rope!

Eyesnsane lifts Lopez up over his shoulder and begins giving him a Torture Rack, but Lopez counters and slides down Eyesnsane back pushes him towards the ropes. Eyesnsane stops himself from going over and grabs a hold of the ropes, but Lopez hits a fantastic running dropkick and sends Eyesnsane "Over The Edge", picking up the victory.

Winner and NEW Young Lions Champion: "Venomous" Juan Lopez!
Langdon: I can't believe it! Juan Lopez has captured the Young Lions championship! Just 1 month in the FWA and the Venomous Juan Lopez has FWA gold!
Piers: I can't believe Eyesnsane lost this one! He had it in the bag!
Langdon: I think it's safe to say that nothing is a "safe bet' around Juan Lopez!

Lopez holds his Young Lions Championship over his head and stands proud in the middle of the ring as the crowd boos him into oblivion. He looks at Alana Allure who is tending to Eyesnsane and he blows her a kiss and winks his eye at her. She shoots him a disgusted look and helps Eyesnsane up off the floor.

Voice: Then, there was the match Juan asked for…..

[A video plays…]

Eyes

nsane has so much blood on his face it looks like he has on a mask, he once again grabs the sledge hammer and holds it in front of him with his back to the side of the ring Juan is on. Juan finally begins to move and makes his way back to the ring apron. As Juan climbs into the ring he sees that Eyesnsane has his back to him, and runs right for him, just then Eyesnsane turns around and nails Juan right in the head with a fist covered sledge hammer shot. Juan falls right back onto the mat. Eyesnsane drops to his knees hooks a leg and makes the cover on Juan



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Ladies and Gentlemen: The winner of this match and the new Young Lions Champion, Eyesnsane! The referee starts to check the condition of Juan as Eyesnsane makes it to his feet; he grabs the sledge hammer yet again and wipes more blood from his eyes. Just then “Beware” by Big Pun hits the speakers and the rest of Over the Edge come down to the ring, Alana Allure grabs the title, and enters the ring Killemall and Dimorph have already joined Eyesnsane. EMT’s are called out to the ring by the referee and they begin to load Juan onto the stretcher and take him out of the arena. Alana gives Eyesnsane the belt and they all stand side by side as he raises his hands, the sledge hammer in one hand and the Young Lions Title in the other. Get Me by Twista plays as they make there way to the back.

Winner and new Young Lions Champion: James "Eyesnsane" Hughes via pinfall

Voice: Then, there was the match they got handed.

Ace’s High…

*Censored…..The preceding footage was so violent, it could not be rebroadcasted.*

Winner and still Young Lions Champion: James "Eyesnsane" Hughes

[The camera shot opens with Eyesnsane standing in front of a school. He turns his head looking over his shoulder back at the camera. He’s standing there looking a bit like a teacher. He is dressed in beige slacks, and a white collar shirt, he’s even wearing a pair of Gucci eyeglasses. The shot fades to black… When it fades back in, Eyesnsane is standing in front of a grey metal office type desk, as the camera shot zooms out, it becomes obvious he is in a class room. There is a black board behind him; some desks that would be for students can be seen in the shot as well. Eyesnsane is leaning back sort of sitting on the desk he is in front of and has his shirt sleeves rolled up and his arms folded, looking right into the camera with a sly grin on his face.]

Eyesnsane: Here we go again! You know, the only reason this does not get old is because you keep getting better at it Juan. Really it’s true, and I’m being serious. I would suppose that this match means a lot to you, and it should. I suppose that you are thinking the third time will be a charm, or maybe that three will be your lucky number. Juan, I have really come to understand you very well, and by this point you should understand me pretty well to. I have been training, working and focusing on this night for some time now. Oh, and don’t go thinking that I have you in my rear view mirror. I’ve been keeping a closer eye on you than you might think. I saw you beat Porter, and in doing so can say you beat a former world champion. A claim I can not at this point make for myself, but could you do it again? I mean as I am constantly reminded, you became the Young Lion’s champion in a matter of weeks after you arrived, but can you do it again? I hear the talk, I hear how people praise you, and I for one can say it is justified praise. After all I should know having been in the ring with you for the majority of your time here in the FWA. Juan you are a good wrestler and hey if you were on Crossfire, you would be the X-division champion, I’m sure of it. Now don’t go thinking I’ve gone soft, or that I like you. Because, personally I think you are a complete jackass, but professionally you are talented and the potential is there for you to achieve big things in the future.

[Eyesnsane walks around to the chalk board and picks up a piece of white chalk and begins to write something. After a few moments he replaces the chalk, in a tray running along the entire length of the black board. As he moves to the side of the desk he stepped behind, the words come more clearly into focus… Across the very top of the board is “Championomics 101”, just below that is a short list that reads, “Understanding, determination, perserverance, self reflection, desire, respect.” He picks up the Young Lions title belt with both hands looking at it, and holding it facing himself, almost as if he is talking to it.]

Before our match at Trail By fire you said I didn't appreciate the title the way I should because I never chased it. You were right.

Eyesnsane: I’ve fought long and hard to win this title, and I continue to fight long and hard to keep it. Defending this title here tonight means the whole world to me; like it should have meant to you at Trial by Fire. However, there is still much you have to learn about this business, believe it or not all rhetoric aside, you can learn from your how to win from your losses. You should also know what being a champion means, you should understand more than just the fact value of it. You need to know Juan that the Young Lions championship means as much to me, as the belts that Stu and Gabrielle carry means to them. Some may laugh hearing me say that, but consider it this way. At the supershow, all the talent in the FWA was there and as you looked around, eight individuals stood out, and do you know why? Because, out of all the talent on the roster; I and seven others carried a title in and out of the building that night. Think about that until you get it, that is what you had for so breif a moment. When you understand that you’ll be one step closer to being real champion material.

[Eyesnsane then puts the belt over his shoulder and walks over to what turns out to be a mirror, hung on the wall of the room, as the camera follows him. He then takes a few steps to the right and positions himself in front of a full length mirror. He is positioned in such a way that his reflection is facing the camera at his back.]


Eyesnsane: You should also learn how to take a good long look in the mirror at yourself. Trust me I know it’s not easy, especially since you look like you chase parked cars. Let’s take brief stroll down memory lane, and listen to some of the things you have learned so far.

[He laughs to himself for a moment. Then the scene quickly cuts to some footage of Juan speaking at various times.]

James "Eyesnsane" Hughes. Now this guy is a doozy. First that little nickname he has for himself "Eyesnsane". He must think he's really clever but he isn't insane but clearly retarded. I mean wow how impressive that you forgot proper English. Also this guy hangs out with a ninja?! Honestly it makes my brain hurt. But I bet you feel really good about yourself coming into this match. I mean seeing as you took the former champ Diel to his limit in that TLC match at Mile High. But here's the thing everyone else might have been but I wasn't impressed.

See I'm the one who wants to go insane in that bout and put him through war. But there is only one way I can do that is if the match has no DQS no count outs. That way I'll show Eyesnsane what true violence is. After that experience Eyesnsane will want to quit this business he isn't cut out for.

Since Ace’s high I’ve been thinking and thinking and thinking. My loss to Eyesnsane has consumed me. Has swallowed me whole. What is it that is holding me back? I thought it was my arrogance but it obviously wasn’t. So I kept wondering what is it?! I sacrificed my body at Ace’s High. But that wasn’t enough. So what does it take?! Then I realized I always had it. It had just been taken away from me recently. My edge wasn’t as sharp as it should have been. It is because I allowed those cheers from the vermin out there to infect me. Allowed them to cloud my mind. I started to crave those cheers.

[The footage quickly goes back to Eyesnsane, who is now sitting on the edge of the desk in the class room.]


Eyesnsane: Seriously, though it’s a tough thing to do. You know about this time last year I lost to Anthony in a number one contender’s match for the Young Lions title, and then watched him by pass that completely and become the TV champ. I know why I lost, now anyway. It was because of my pride, and my over confidence. I made a classic rookie mistake, in a previous match to that one it was a draw, we knocked each other out. I figured I could do that again no problem, and I lost to a more experienced veteran who knew better, saw his opening and taught me. I would eventually earn that shot against Joshua, and you know what personally I did not like him, but professionally, well he was not champion by accident. I went at it with him; we had a brutal and ugly match, one that I nearly won. However it was not meant to be on that night, he knocked me off that ladder, and I am going to tell you what seemed like a flash to everybody else, took forever for me. As I was falling it seemed like everything was in slow motion. I was falling back through the air watching him take the title down, I hit the mat, bounced once and the bell rung, but I knew before it did. Do you know what that taught me? No matter how much blood, sweat and sacrificing of your body you do, when you think you have gone as far as you can go; you have to be ready, willing and able to push beyond your limits. Shortly after that, Juan it was you who taught me the hardest lesson of all, and one I will never ever forget. I went into that four man battle royal telling myself I had already won it. I looked right past you, the match, and the moment. I took for granted the dedication, training, and sacrifice this business demands from those who endeavor to claim true success. When I was sitting there outside the ring as you got your hand raised, and claimed the title I had chased for months, I got mad, angry, and downright pissed completely off; realizing, that I had nobody to blame, but myself.

[The scene then fades out and back in. Eyesnsane is seated at the desk now, with the chalk board at his back and some papers on the desk in front of him. He is looking right into the camera…]

Eyesnsane: Juan tonight is not about chairs, tables, or sledgehammers. It’s not about making fun of you, or disrespecting you. Tonight is a realization of our mutual evolution in this business. For my part it’s also about the amount of respect I have gained for you along the way, as a guy who goes out there time and time again, and holds nothing back. No matter what happens out there tonight, I know two things for sure. You have made me better in the ring, just as much as I have made you better. So, tonight’s big question is what, if anything have you learned? I really hope you have learned something about yourself these past couple of months. Juan, you’ll figure out history can be a great teacher; I hope you studied well; because tonight is your final exam, there’s no curve it’s going to be pass or fail. So, much of how successful we become is as much about understanding this business, understanding the mind set of great champions that have come and gone before you. As well as the training and techniques; now make no mistake about it, I do not judge myself to be one of the greatest champions of all time. However, that is my goal, that is what I live, breathe, and eat for everyday. So, love me or hate me at the end of the day, what I have done, what I have accomplished, stands out more than anything else. I strive to one day be mentioned in the same breath as Legends and hall of famers that paved the way for us. So, thank you Juan, thank you for the valuable lessons you helped me to realize along the way.

[Eyesnsane stands up, and once again takes the belt from off of the desk and places it over his left shoulder. The camera shot zooming in on him until all that can be seen, is his upper body. The collar shirt open three buttons away from the top, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, and the title belt shining from catching the light just right, then the screen goes black.]

[tmnt316]

Destruction

On a night where legends rise
Prevailing them into the skies
Shedding them of any disguise
Threats ignored would be unwise

Blood is spilled
Leaving the flocking masses thrilled
The battle stained bruised and torn
Though the victor arises reborn

Blazing a new trail
Through fire and fiery some prevail
Others burn on their knees
While some stand mountainous as trees

Slowly the pain will fade
As the bricks have been laid
Forcing all to come to blows
As at Back in Business one reaps what she sows

The cameras roll and pounding rains spur howling winds, as the crackle of thunder sets forth a blaze of lightening across the untamed sky. Day or night one is unable to determine, as Mother Nature shrouds the time of day in mystery. The trees waver and the branches snap, toppling over with roots slain from the ground. Peculiar items pass by your eyes from sites nearby, as it seems the entire area is in a furious whirlwind of change, as the surrounding brush tries to deny the call, refusing to succumb to the passing rage. A tornado of loose branches come hurling towards the viewed direction, creating a shadowed path from the torn up trees, seizing the storm it would seem. The surrounding harshness has foreshadowed this place, bringing about change of unknown origin. The path sets forth with inviting curiosity, forgoing your plight from the storm. As the end is reached an enormous, almost fossilized, peak comes onto the scene, a steady, unwavering symbol, unaltered by the elements. The idea of cover seems inviting, pressing you to move on. Making haste you thrust through the final inches into the open cave, into the vast unknowing, but the preference seems to be favorable, compared to the prevailing storm.

Once entrance is gained, the exit becomes lost, the surrounding rock fitting into each groove, that one could never tell a door was ever there. Darkness becomes day, as the shine of fire is seen from all around. It seems to know no bounds, as an arising mist covers the floor beneath your feet. A cankering source of neck hair raising noise is heard from within, as you slowly stray into the bowels of what could be your tomb. The closer you come to the ear throbbing sound, the more you are unable to stand, as the heat seeping into your pours starts to become unbearable. A shine like that from the rising sun blinds you as you enter an inner chamber. You adjust your eyes and see a completely bare mountainous man, slamming a hammer as big as your car, down on top an anvil. With each thrust it seems you become weaker from the sweat shedding out of every fiber of your being. Your ears have become as neglected as your parched throat, both longing for the freedom they once had. You look for something to consume but find not one worldly possession, except for that of a cracked mirror, hanging on the side of the anvil. You notice different shades of the man before you in each cracked piece, eye raging with anger in some, others a huge grin, but with each slam, they begin to fade more and more into the background of the cracked piece. A voice begins to speak, echoing from every corner of the chamber, leaving you unable to find the slightest hindrance of where it is coming from, only half able to make out the words from your deteriorating ear drums.

“I need this one moment to find balance. A simple phrase uttered by not just an individual but a tyrant, bringing forth the sheer focus needed to reclaim some form of sanity. The lines were blurred and everything unending, as he searched for a moment of clarity, a quest needed to sustain his place, a victory that had to be obtained in order to remain on top his perch and a course of action that set two titans on paths fortified through blood, each taking a different direction, with a single goal, destruction. For the other needed balance, the one standing before you needed vision. The type of seduction into madness that will lead to true purpose, true clarity, as everything becomes blurred into one single focal point, destruction. Forging a path through the depths of hell, until every vein has burst, every piece of flesh has simmered and the ties that bind have been burnt. The sheer hatred that is born would make the fates themselves unable to cut the string of life, fearing the repercussions. Once done for fun, once done to amuse, now done simply because it has become the nature of the beast. With each forge of the hammer he becomes that much more buried within, creating a new presence, only to destroy, bent on destruction. Claims, statements, monikers all dwindled and burnt in the flames, meaningless in their shallow attempt to gain fortitude among mongrels and other scabs refusing to dismiss themselves from sight. As they measure themselves through possessions and the appreciation of gravel worms, dried up and frying on a cement slab in the burning sun. They are unable to focus on anything but their mortal coils, seeking more, letting greed be their guide, which all will come crashing to a halt in a wave of destruction. Those who hold no ties will simply push on strengthening their cause, but for most, this will be unattainable without their religious implications and drowning flock. Belief enough can’t sustain them and they must have touch to back their claims. This in turn already ensures their end, their destruction.”

You stare on through the mist, as you now lie on the floor unable to lift you head from the simmering stone. Dehydration has set in and you slowly feel the life being stripped away from your vessel. Through your blurred sight and the smoldering heat, you catch a glimpse of a second figure but it seems to have no face.

“You dream as if it were reality, a reality you have created in your own image, an unending peace and tranquility from your deepest desires, where you can be a Goddess and remain in control. Through this illusion you become so entangled in your web of deceit that even if you looked for the door, it wouldn’t appear, trapped in a world of your own making. But what happens when this peace becomes hell? You tempt with bodily temptation, struggling to maintain your grasp on reality. Yet your advances are passed and you call upon others in a final desperate act. These individuals you’ve created from past events, through trials and tribulations dreamt up in a tarnished mind, all lesser creations which you can manipulate and control, proven through match ups in the past. But what happens when these creations no longer allow you to flourish? You fall to your knees, begging for God to save you, refusing to stand on your own two feet until some divine intervention occurs, conjuring up a new fraud, allowing you to remain on your knees. Destruction of the world around you is at hand, you feel your reality crumbling at every turn and the rapture about to take effect. For the modern day Gaia, heralding herself as the divine, can’t escape her Twilight, her Ragnarok, her inevitable destruction.”

A dead glare is all you can muster as you watch the second figure form a face and the other hammer away. You also notice the mirror, with few remaining shards having images of this man left, and those that do can hardly be seen.

“While you dream up a reality, before you stands creation itself. Reality bends with each step, immersing itself around this emerging force, as it is unable to deny the chaotic nature thrust upon it. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it divine will, no matter the feeble moniker you title it with, denial is your only course of action, to ignore creation, remaining in your fantasy. The space occupying our presence will start to shiver and splice, indicating there is only room for one, one divine being that is a reality and not fiction. Thus you will cease to exist at the climax of such a battle, cease to be anything but a cloud, slowly releasing its contents onto creation, before finally ceasing to be. All of those so called vermin bowing at your feet, those half men sucking the tit of power, will simply move on to the next attention whore willing to embrace their idiocy. The importance of self you place upon your own shoulders is just that, your own doing, relying on the opinion of others to make yourself matter, again bringing forth your destruction.”

The cracked parts of the mirror have now melted into one from the overwhelming heat. You no longer can see any presence residing there and a smile comes across your face, as the hammering stops. For the second figure in your presence takes the form of a golden statue of your Goddess Gabrielle, you know now you’ll be saved. Mustering up what little strength you still have residing, you drag yourself across the simmering rock, smelling your flesh burning with each thrust towards the statue. You make it to the bottom and grab hold, praying to be saved, as the man stands over you, showing no emotion, just glaring down at you.

“The inevitable rampage that has been set in motion will leave you ravaged and torn to shreds, clinging to the very air you breathe by a shred of hope, hope that some masked men, some unknown interference, some lackey or even some unknown figure will come to interrupt the process of your destruction. But as your eyes glaze over and you gasp for your final breath, you will finally get what you were unable to in life, when it comes right down to it, the only one you can rely on is yourself. But being surrounded by fools has been your legacy. When one looks back in history the one thing they will remember about Gabrielle is the night she succumbed to reality. For the business of her destruction is at hand, nothing or no one can or will prevent it, leaving her on borrowed time.”

All around you is a pool of melted gold, you want to cry having lost all hope, but have no tears to speak of. The melted gold starts to shiver and shake, creating a form, as you notice the mirror has melted as well. The gold forms into a huge golden plate, while the mirror forms a more circular shape in the center. You stare at it as a mist arises into it, with a figure standing in the center, red eyes glowing through the rising mist.

The mist clears in the background and you can finally tell the figure is Duke Drazin, behind him you see Gabrielle being slammed by the ice plunge and Drazin securing the pin. The playing image disappears and the championship appears around Drazin’s waist.

“Changing forms, rewriting what will be, creating a moment in time that will last for eternity, leaving you beaten and bare amongst the rubble, all from the process of annihilation. Gabrielle your destruction is at hand, as you lie on your Back in misery, with no Business left in life and the rise of the Great God Duke Drazin reaches extraordinary heights. No 50/50 chance, no not caring if Drazin wins or loses, just destruction and from the rubble a new champion emerges and the day of Duke Drazin begins. See you soon.”

With that the whole arena is engrossed in a huge white light and it begins to focus on a path, you view a door and smile at its simple pleasure, realizing that’s something your Goddess will never again be able to appreciate after her destruction at the hands of Duke Drazin.

[Mr.E]

******Fade In******

**We are taken to a busy street. No cars to be seen, only people, people rushing from here to there barely exchanging glances as they pass. Almost nothing can be heard over the rustling of these busy people on their way to their lives, almost nothing. Through the thick noise of footsteps, and cellphones a noise cuts through like an overused analogy, knife through butter. Music. A trumpet. The camera seems drawn to the source.**



**There sits a man legs extended into the walking path so that the passer bys have to step over or go around. This man very unclean man, blocking the path sits with a hat covering his eyes, trumpet held gently between to seemingly incapable, rough hands. A case sits beside him, open for tips, but completely empty. Still the man plays with such passion you start to get the feeling of despair deep in your stomach, followed closely by pity. He plays blues only a man whose heart has been shattered could ever muster, and then he is done. He sets the trumpet beside him and looks up to us, the camera.**

Tripper: I did not become someone different, That I did not want to be, But I'm new here, Will you show me around. Words, from the great, Gil Scott-Heron. A man I unwittingly aspire to be. So full of wisdom but still so lost. Believe me when I say I`ve gotten extremely close in the last few years. I am not unbelievably lost, but still none the wiser. But alas you are not interested in my struggles, you people are interested in my blood, and through shedding this blood for you I will make you interested in my message.

**The man takes off his hat and slickly tucks the hair behind his ears.**

Tripper: My name? Thomas Tripper the 3rd. My goal? Simply to educate, and with the FWA as my platform I intend to succeed. At Back in Business VI I have been blessed with the opportunity to introduce myself to a small group of people but together we will take the message to the masses. My opponent William Stevenson is quite simply a hurdle to jump. I know, judging by appearances, you would think I have nothing in common with young Billy but really I was once just like him. The top of the mountain is a long way to fall and I’ll be sure to show him the error of his ways on my way back up. However for now I will simply sit here and play, you may listen or you may leave but believe me when I say soon enough you will want nothing more than to listen


** As Tripper starts to once again play the camera begins to fade out but not before we see a man in a fine suit drop twenty into the open case and pat Tripper on the shoulder.**

******Fade to Black******

[carter007]

We see the X-Division Champion, Xavier Xander Xerxes standing outside a new lavish mansion with an army of servants and staff lined up side by side in silence awaiting his orders. Xavier is just takes his last drag from his cigarette and flicks it away. He is wearing an all black fitted suit, a stark contrast from his all white attire. He slowly approaches his mansion.

XXX: I am a magician in the ring. I am an animal, a beast that hunts his prey with cunning and wit and strikes when my adversaries are at their most vulnerable. I am a wrestling machine.

A few staff members open his huge Italian marble doors as the rest follow behind him, in total silence. We see the inside of his new estate which is full of marble statues of XXX, a hall of mirrors, and even a few golden floor tiles. We see some staff members working furiously in the kitchen as others follow him silently awaiting his orders. One member brings over a huge cushioned chair as another falls on all fours as XXX rests his feet on his back.

XXX: Don't judge what you see here. All of this is temporary. It's just simply a place to sleep. I wouldn't even go as far as to call this my home. Don't judge my staff for being obedient employees. Don't judge my drivers for helping me commute to my various places of business whether it be on my private jet to Madrid, or in my Rolls-Royce to New York. But the unfortunate thing is, no matter what I do, you people will always envy me, you will always judge me. But I guess it's just human nature.

Another staff member is bringing a hot cup of tea to Xavier, but loses his grip causing the cup to shatter on the floor and the tea to spill. The other workers gasp and look at Xavier who chuckles.

Worker: Mr. Xerxes, I'm sorry! Please forgive me. It was too hot, I lost my grip! I'm sorry!

Xavier rises from his seat with a smile. He slowly approaches the worker and puts his hand on his shoulder.

XXX: Hey, don't worry about it, we all know accidents happen.

The worker breathes a sigh of relief as Xavier leaves, but soon enough XXX snaps his fingers and the staff members begin to viciously beat the worker down. Xavier continues pacing along his hallway admiring the works of art from the Renaissance and Baroque period as screams are heard in the background.

XXX: I'm just an elegant man who wants to live in an elegant world. Is that asking too much? You people lack taste. You lack substance and you lead mediocre lives. Personally, I'd rather die than live amongst you mediocrities ever again. Unlike any of you I am comfortable with the life that I lead. I know which houses I want, which car I want, where they are and how much they cost although we all know that when it comes to me, money is never an issue.

Xavier turns around to see the beaten worker stumble to the front door and exit the estate. He finally reaches the end of the hallway and stops at the fire place. He looks above the fire place to see his X-Division championship encased and newly shined in mint condition. Xavier smiles with pride in viewing his championship title.

XXX: You may think I'm cruel. You might believe that I have finally jumped off the deep end. But if any of you were in my shoes you would do the exact same thing. That man deserved that beating because he failed in his role. That is what happens in society, you're only given one shot and when you fail, you get tossed to the side and someone else is given an opportunity. I cashed in on my opportunity to soundly defeat Cameron Cross and become champion. Ryan Rondo, and all of you, will never capitalize on the opportunities given to you. Ever.

XXX: The difference between me and all of you is simple. You people have dreams and fantasies and just think about all the things that would make you happy and live a fulfilling live. But me, I have accomplished many of my dreams and live a life of luxury and extravagance because I deserve it. Some of you just sit around and wait for your moment to happen. Let me tell you something, luck doesn't exist. Others get on their knees and pray to some deity and have faith that their dreams will one day come true, but they won't. You people lack courage. You people lack sacrifice.

Xavier puts his hand in his pockets and then strokes his chin.

XXX: Which brings me to you Ryan Rondo. You live in a principality of mediocrity. You call yourself 'Amazing' yet I don't see any championship gold around your waist. Now granted, I may not be on a hot streak, and you have beaten me on CrossFire before, but I still am the X-Division champion. Nothing and nobody can change that, not even you Ryan Rondo. Looking at your career, you've had opportunity after opportunity to become a breakout star in this business, but it turns out you just don't have what it takes to become a superstar in this industry.

Xavier rubs his hands together menacingly

XXX: In life, you won't get anywhere without a goal. My goal tonight at Back in Business is to retain my X-Division title and beat Ryan Rondo to a bloody pulp. You see Ryan, you can bring your arsenal of moves, your high flying tactics, and flashy offense, but it still won't be enough to keep me down. You are stepping into a gunfight with rubber bullets, and I am locked and loaded. You're in my line of sight, right in the cross-hairs and your window of opportunity is closing. And in the end, I will stand tall and remain the X-Division champion.

Xavier grins into the camera as we fade to black

[The Full Time Shakey]

BACK IN BUSINESS SIXXXX

'Welcome students to some mathematics, with me, Mr. Rondo.

Ok, here's a simple equation, we have XXXX... in other words we have 4x.

To solve this and gain the answer we want, we simply remove an X. So that it becomes 3x.

Now if we apply the removal of the x into

Xavier Xander Xerxes (X Division Champion) vs Ryan Rondo

We get the following:

NEW X DIVISION CHAMPION: Ryan Rondo, the Amazing One, the Reinvention.'


We open with the old Ryan, sitting, with his half moon spectacles on him, reading through his journal when a page sticks out at him, screaming out READ ME. RELIVE YOUR GLORIOUS PAST.

He opens up the page.


'The Four X's - II


It's been a long time since i've written about this individual, but finally, it is time for me to write everything, how I am feeling, and what I am going to do.

First off, Xavier Xander Xerxes has all the credentials to be a champion. Keyword missing? Yes. He doesn't have the credentials to be a good champion. Anyone in the FWA can win a title, anyone. Look at Anthony, that boy has had a meteoric rise! But see, Anthony has respect, he puts the hard work in, he leads his division... he respects his division to no end. That is the difference Xavier as to why you are not on a rise at all, you don't respect anyone in this division, you don't put the graft in, you gained that title as a sympathy vote from the FWA, as a test to see if it'd boost you. But as most would predict, it's fuelled your ego and decreased your hunger, your talent... as if there was any to begin with.

This is why it is imperative to take that title from your spoiled grasp. You don't respect me, you don't respect anyone. It is a well known fact that to get anywhere, ANYWHERE, in this business, you need to respect someone... everyone. No matter what. You don't respect that belt, you don't know what it means to hold it, you don't know the honor! I have lied. I have written and said that the title is not and has not ever been in my sights since returning to the FWA. It has been, it has always been. It's part of my demons, I haven't gotten over losing to Alexx, and to win the title again will provide me closure. But this match is important to me for another reason. Think of me as a doctor, Xavier. I am a man, yes, but I am THE MAN, who will teache you, medicate you, nurse you back to good form. I am here to provide the cure.



THE CURE

Simple. It is a heavy dosage of the Amazing One, I am going to begin by removing the pathogen, that title. Losing that title will have some bad effects on you but you'll grow. YOU WILL become better, you will learn the value of that title that hangs so worthlessly off your shoulder. That title that you treat like a piece of meat. That title that you are not the RIGHTFUL owner of.



THE FUTURE

I am no fortune teller. But I am taking what belongs to me from you, Xavier. It is as simple as that. Really, it is. I would come up with a great metaphor, or something, perhaps already have... but I am not interested in wasting so many words on you, when you wouldn't waste that many on me. The focus is always on you.


And I will simply sum this up by stating that at Back in Business SIX, you ARE going to be the focus of many's attention, but see you are not the focus of mine. That is your downfall, you haven't made your opponent make you the center of attention. It's the title. You haven't drafted my attention away from the title, it's the mistake I made. I want that title, and you are merely a spoiled little pawn who I will use as a stepping stone to achieve my goal. That is it. That is all there is to it, buddy.

And with that, I will stop writing. I have nothing left to say to you Xavier, absolutely nothing. I am going to take that title from you, be the proud champion that should be sitting atop this division, be the champion that I SHOULD HAVE BEEN. This is my TIME. It has come a year late, but it is there.



Oh and Xavier, have you ever heard of Devin Golden? You don't measure up to him at all, I was the man that took his title. I've knocked down monuments, I won't hesitate to destroy you either, you are just a piece of macaroni art.'


The old Ryan takes his spectacles off, after reading what his once-youthful self had written, and simply smirks.

Ryan: Such a poisonous tongue.


The TV flickers to life in the background, and Ryan puts in a tape, it is a tape of his match at BIB VI.

'Ryan Rondo looks for the cover...'

Ryan gets up and walks over to his hall, we see a picture of him holding the title aloft, but we are not shown the venue, but a date is written beneath it...


'1...2...3.... HE HAS DONE IT! HE HAS WON...'

The commentators voice from the TV rings out, ambigious as to who has won the match...


but the date remains there:

12th of June 2011?

[iMatt]

Inside a hotel room.....

Zaire Wyoming sits in his hotel room on a lounge chair watching the news.

Anderson Cooper: Coming up next on AC360 is there a possible war brewing in Puerto Rico? A recent alliance with China has some experts worried. More details when we return.

Sally yells from the bathroom.

Sally: Hey hun' I'll be out in a sec.

Zaire: Take yer' time babe. I'm jus' watchin' TV.

Sally walks out wearing a tiny pink bikini. She twirls but then rubs her arm nervously.

Sally: What do you think?

Zaire raises an eyebrow.

Zaire: Wow uh,....I don't know what to say.

Sally: To be honest...I don't like it. It barely is coverin' my nipples.

Zaire: I--I can see that.

Sally: I'll be right back!

Sally rushes back into the bathroom.

Zaire: Well you seem rather excited fer' this match.

Sally: Well of course! I reckon people will finally stop their droolin' over Gabrielle fer' a change.

Zaire: But yer' not facin' Gabby in this bikini match.

Sally: Well I know that! But yeah know Mustang Maddie she's always been given this sort of diva treatment. She's the poor man's version of Gabrielle in many ways. So beatin' her in a bikini contest would be rather vindicatin'. If ya' catch my drift. I know I can beat Maddie in the ring but this here tonight is a whole different animal. This is about causin' the men in the audiences to pitch a tent. And cheer fer' me like wild dogs. But even now Maddie has little chance of beating me. I mean she don't got the hips of a country gal.

Sally steps out this time with a black bikini top and a black thong. She shows off the look to a wide eyed Zaire.

Zaire: Hot diggity dog!

Sally: Is the thong too much? I kind of wanna show them that I have an ass ya' know?

Zaire: Welp I reckon that will do the trick.

Sally grins.

Sally: Nolee ain't got nothin' on my booty.

Zaire: She's too skinny too.

Sally grins wider.

Sally: Oh Nolee, she does have a lot of spunk fer' a rookie but let's be honest that girl don't know the difference between a ring rope and a water hose! But of course when it comes to a bikini contest that girl is as thin as a rail. What does she need a bikini top for? Those mosquito bites she calls breasts? For that pancake ass? Oh come on, let's jus' call it how it is! She is jus' some skinny white girl!


Zaire: Sally....yer' white.

Sally: Yeah but I'm slim I ain't skinny, there is a big difference. I don't know what Eyesnsane sees in her. Never met a black man who didn't like ass on his woman.

Zaire: Preachin' to the choir hun'.

Sally: Alright, I'm gonna try one more bikini on. Be honest with me when I put it on.

Zaire: I will suga, jus' get out here and show me it.

Sally enters with her new bikini Zaire's jaw drops.



Sally: Do you like it?

Zaire: Like it? I LOVE IT! Baby ya' look amazin' I wanna take you down like a steer right now!

Sally blushes a bit.

Sally: Thank ya' kindly.

Zaire: Dinorah ain't got nuthin' on you.

Sally: Look hun' Dinorah may be the Women's champion but when it comes to the assets of a woman I am the world and universal champion! I've got the boobs, the hips, the ass, the complexion and the legs! This cowgirl bikini is gonna knock them all dead! And I cant wait to rub it in those ladies' faces.

Zaire chuckles.

Zaire: I cant wait to see you shake somethin' alright....now come closer...

[PT15]

Running sprints in the North Carolina heat would be a problem for most people, but not “Prime Time” Darnell Porter who effortlessly sprints from station to station. His running form is picture perfect as the definition in his chiseled body is shown from head to toe. Looking in the best shape ever, he is down from his usual 220 pounds to 215 pounds. Though he has been working out for hours it looks as if he has hardly broken a sweat. As he finishes his routine he looks over at his trainer and asks . . .


Darnell: Who did I fight at the Super show?


Trainer: No one.


[COLOR="blue"Darnell: Exactly, can someone tell me how Prime Time Darnell Porter the biggest star in the FWA is left off of a “super show.” It couldn’t have been a damn super show cause’ Prime wasn’t on it. The FWA must have been smoking crack when planning that show. Another question for you, how many wrestlers were on this supposed “super show?”][/COLOR]


The anger and frustration is rising in his voice with every word that comes out of his mouth.


Trainer: 22 wrestled on the main show.


Darnell: That tells me the FWA feels there are 22 wrestlers better than Prime, let’s put things in their proper perspective. Ain’t no way there are 22 wrestlers better than me, hell ain’t no wrestler better than me. FWA considers themselves to be running a good business, how the f*ck can you be a good business when you leave your biggest money maker off a show. How do you leave the sexiest man on the planet off the card? FWA, crack is whack and y’all need to lay off it so y’all can actually make good decisions. At least years Back in Business what match was I in?


Trainer: The FWA Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber Match.


Darnell: I won that match and do you know what happened with my golden opportunity?


Spitting on the ground in disgust it is evident that his “golden opportunity” wasn’t quite golden.


Darnell: Not a mothaf*ckin’ thing, I didn’t get s*it. I bleed, sweated, busted my a** to win that match and the incompetent fools who ran this company didn’t live up to their end of the bargain. I would always ask management when I would get my title shot and they told me nothing but lies and bulls*it. That night I put on a 5 star performance, buy rates, and ticket sales went through the roof and the big wigs of the FWA were quite happy. I risked my career and I didn’t even get my title shot, hell I didn’t even get a damn pat on the back. For a year I’ve wondered why I never got what I earned, and then it hit me . . . the FWA is trying to ruin my career.


Pausing for a moment he lets that statement set in, either Darnell Porter is developing signs of paranoia or he is on to something.


Darnell: They know I don’t need them, I make plenty of money in many other avenues. If I left the FWA today I already have movie and TV gigs lined up, music tours, offers from other professional sports, and numerous business ventures. The FWA don’t know much, but they know those facts I just stated to be true. To “protect” themselves they have done everything to bury and devalue Prime Time Darnell Porter. Look at the facts, won a match in which the stipulation guaranteed me a title shot. The previous winners of that match received their title shot, not giving me my shot was the FWA’s way of devaluing my victory. Someone with my talent, looks, and track record should be guaranteed a spot on any big show or pay per view, by leaving me off the super show the FWA is trying to portray me as some below average wrestler. Point three, at Back in Business I’ am only in a dark match. “Prime Time” Darnell Porter in an f*ckin’ dark match, what kind of joke is that. By doing that the FWA is portraying me as not even good enough to get on the main show. Not only are they trying to bury me, but they are trying to affect my market value by making me look bad. Y’all already have f*cked with my career, now y’all trying to f*ck with my money . . . I’m pissed beyond belief.



Darnell: The FWA has disrespected me and now it is time to retaliate, the wrestlers who I injure will not be my fault . . . the wrestlers that I send to the hospital will not be my fault . . . the wrestlers whose careers I end will not be my fault . . . the non-wrestling staff of the FWA that I will hurt will not be my fault. When the bones start getting broke, the blood starts being shed, and the careers start ending the only ones who will be at fault is the FWA.



A cold glare is all he is giving off, with every word that is said the belief in those words increases.


Darnell: That takes me to my so called opponent, Johnny Octane. Not only has the FWA put me in a dark match but they put me in a dark match against some no name rookie. Johnny is at his place in a dark match; those kinds of matches are for rookies like him. Putting a world class star such as me in a dark match is the ultimate slap in the face. I haven’t even wasted a second in scouting you Johnny, no need for me to scout you as all I have to do to win is just show up. Someone told me that you stand 6’4 and 337 pounds, all that means to me is another jacked up nimrod. You coming into the ring with all these muscles, only problem is this isn’t a world’s strongest man contest, it is a wrestling match in which my supreme wrestling skill will dismantle you with ease. All y’all big powerhouse wrestlers can’t wrestle a damn lick, y’all think cause’ you all big y’all can just run through people. Let me tell you something, I played wide receiver in football and defensive players felt they could run through me, didn’t happen. Speed and skill won out on the football field and speed and skill will win out in the wrestling ring. You call yourself the seventh gear, well Prime Time don’t need no seven gears. The gear I have is out of this world. I have one speed and its top speed; I come out that gate at top speed which no one on this planet can match.


Darnell: Another fact I was told is you are from Cardiff, Wales, in world soccer Wales was recently in the news as Swansea City became the first Welsh team to reach the English Premier League. Of course Swansea rather than Cardiff City got to the Premiership, you are from Cardiff so it’s safe to say Cardiff is home of many losers. To stay with the soccer theme Swansea City stay in the Premiership will be a short one just as your time in the ring will be. I have plans for that night so I don’t intend to be on the clock for too long. I intend to keep the showers in my locker room because that match will be over quick and in a hurry and I’ll be rushing back to the showers.


Darnell: The majority of those listening are probably thinking, oh Prime Time is just running his mouth but I will leave everyone with this thought. I talk about my greatness because I’ am great, of the four wrestlers who are competing in the co-main events I have defeated all of them.

[Death Approaches]

The title of this roleplay is…


.:: It’s all about S-U-R-V-I-V-A-L ::.

[Brought to you by The Deadman’s Apprentice]

S-U-R-V-I-V-A-L [Original Form - Survive] sur•viv•al (ser-vahy-vuh)


• the act or fact of surviving, especially under adverse or unusual circumstances.
• A living or continuing longer than, or beyond the existence of, another person, thing, or event; an outliving.
• a person or thing that survives or endures, especially an ancient custom, observance, belief, or the like.


Survival… something that people aren’t really used to anymore. We get our things served on a silver platter, we get everything handed to us. We don’t have to fight for our protection, we got security from things that could hurt us… we don’t have to go out and look for the food anymore, we simply go out to supermarkets and buy things that were killed by others… we don’t have to build our houses anymore, we simply put out a couple of bucks and poof, we got a place to live. Don’t get me wrong… I think it’s great that technology and civilization is moving forward but overall we have lost something… we have lost something that was essential in simpler times. We have lost our survival instinct. It was something that you needed to well… survive. We have all lost it, we wouldn’t survive one day without civilization, without technology most people here would cut their veins and prefer death before being away from their precious technology. We have lost something that we all need… we have lost what gives us an edge, we have lost what shows that we are still animals inside, that we can do whatever we want. Survival… the survival instinct is something that we all need… and it is something that will make a difference… a huge difference on the big night…

- Anthony


‘My First Step to the Top…’


.:: Scene ONE of THREE ::.


The scene opens up in a room, the first thing we see is FWA’s TV Champion, Anthony beside a bed, he has a big backpack in the bed. It is a travel backpack with loads of pockets; it is dark green, with a jungle camo design. He isn’t using his usual attire with the trench coat, no. He has a green shirt that covers his arms until his wrists and green pants, dark brown boots. His hair is completely messed up, like he hasn’t had time to brush it. He has bags under his eyes, he looks extremely tired as he finishes packing. He takes picks up a long sleeved jacket that was on the bed and puts it on. It is a jungle camo design just like the backpack, he leaves the jacket open as he picks up one last thing from bed: a hunting knife. Silver, a steel handle with a skull design on the butt of the knife. He looks at him just as a female voice sounds, soothing and beautiful. Anthony rolls his eyes as he hears it: it is his wife’s voice: Amethyst.

.:: Amethyst ::.
”Now… where are you going? You aren’t going to Back in Business like that are you?”

Anthony sighs as he turns around to face his wife. She looks like if she has just woke up as she has her night gear still on. Her black hair is straight and rests on her shoulders as she is wearing only a loose white nightgown that is only tight around her breasts and loose below. She has her hand on the wall as her other hand is touching her hips, she is wearing no make-up as she has just got off bed but she still looks as beautiful as ever, her grey eyes look only at Anthony as she asked that. A little playful giggle escaped from her lips as she puts the index finger from her left hand (the one that was on her hip) on her lip and bites on it a little.

.:: Amethyst ::.
”Come on honey… lets go to bed for a while… Gabe is still sleeping and we can…”

.:: Anthony ::.
”I have something else to do…”

Amethyst looks confused, Anthony had never before refused an offer like this, no man would with a woman like that. She raises her eyebrow as Anthony puts the knife he had on his hand on a knife holder in his thigh and puts his backpack on. He looks at Amethyst and walks towards her.

.:: Anthony ::.
”This is something I HAVE to do… there are two days until Back in Business… I will be there… will I see you there…?”

She nods as he lets out a little smile and passes his left hand by her cheek, gently. He kisses her forehead as he passes beside her, out of the room. He takes out his phone from his pocket and he answers it without looking at who it was. He starts walking down the stairs of his home, a two floor mansion/castle. He stays quiet for a while after he answers the phone.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Yeah… I’ll be right there…”

He hangs up on the phone and puts it in his pocket as he pushes the door of his home and the scene fades to the next one…


.:: End of Scene ONE – Boot Up Scene TWO… ::.


The scene opens up in a plane, a jet. Anthony is seen with the same attire he was using before in the last scene. He has his backpack on and he is looking down. But this isn’t any type of normal jet, it has the seats with gold in various places, real gold. He sits looking down as someone talks to him, we quickly recognize the voice, it is Anthony’s half-brother’s, Raphael.

.:: Raphael ::.
”I just can’t figure out why you have to go out there and do things like this, I mean, you know that you could always do other things than just throw yourself in the middle of nowhere, you know…”

Anthony’s half brother finally pops into view, he is using a very expensive Armani suit, it is full black, even the undershirt that he is using, he isn’t wearing a tie though. He looks at Anthony and shakes his head.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Of course that you wouldn’t understand… you never do.”

Raphael rolls his eyes as he gets a little camera with an attachment to hold it to something from the floor, he walks towards Anthony and attaches it to Anthony’s backpack. Anthony looks at it.

.:: Raphael ::.
”Still, I mean, why would you want to do something as stupid as this, I mean, you could die while trying…”

.:: Anthony ::.
”I won’t… I’ll survive… Raphael, I am not asking you to understand, I am simply asking you for a favor that you owed me… and also for you to be where I asked you at that exact hour…”

Anthony stands up and looks at the camera, he pushes a button, turning it ON. He looks at the camera and walks towards the side of the plane where the plane has the door. Raphael holds to a piece of metal on the side of where Anthony stands as Anthony opens the door. The air starts sucking and Raphael is struggling to hold on, Anthony just stands there looking downwards at the millions and millions of trees that are on the Amazon Jungle.

.:: Raphael ::.
”Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’ll be there, blah, blah, blah… oh and bro… good luck…”

Anthony looks at Raphael and just jumps out of the plane Raphael quickly closes the door as the scene fades to the next one…


.:: End of Scene TWO – Boot Up Scene THREE… ::.


The scene opens up in the Greensboro Coliseum in North Carolina. It is Back in Business time and the fans are really loud, the fans are carrying various signs on the arena as the biggest show of the year is about to begin. All of the sudden the lights go off and the words Direct your attention to the screen appear on the FWA Tron. The fans go silent as these words appear. The screen goes to black as the words ‘Survival’ fade onto the screen… the scene opens up in apparently a forest. There are lots of trees and wild life around. The camera work looks really sloppy as the camera is bouncing up and down, all of the sudden the camera turns the view and we see our TV Champion, Anthony. The fans cheer as they see him. He watches the camera and starts talking.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Well, here I am in the Amazon Rainforest. This region includes territory belonging to nine nations. The majority of the forest is contained within Brazil, Colombia, Venezuela, Ecuador, Bolivia, Guyana, Suriname and France. The Amazon represents over half of the planet's remaining rainforests, and it comprises the largest and most species-rich tract of tropical rainforest in the world… kind of like back home…”

Anthony smiles as he walks forward.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Now, I am not here to bore you with things like this… but I think that you all know why I am here… the Elimination Chamber… it is one of the biggest matches of the year… and I am in it. You see, tonight I face five other wrestlers. I have faced all of these wrestlers at least once in my career, some multiple times, some once… some in multiple man matches. You see, tonight I have two matches, but being honest my focus is all in this match. PAJ..? I’ll take care of him later, but now… it’s all about the Elimination Chamber. You see, tonight I have to face the Young Lions Champion, James ‘Eyesane’ Hughes, the hopeful Rebel Badass, the North American Champion, Alexx, Charon and mister jackass himself… Chris Kennedy… first off, let’s start with the Rebel Badass…”

Anthony walks forward and he looks at an old monkey sitting on the floor. He is almost not moving, he just sits on the floor, sleeping, doing nothing, the camera he changes the camera towards his face.

.:: Anthony ::.
” Rebel, you are like this old animal, no one cares about you, no one gives a damn about what you do because you are old, spoiled, rotten and close to this point. You were a great wrestler but you have faded to obscurity, you have simply done nothing as of late Rebel. What have you done? Loss against Princeton? Sleep all your way through the past four weeks? Rebel, I have told you this time and time again, you aren’t the wrestler that you used to be, you don’t have the same drive and we have all noticed it. Rebel, out of the four times we have faced before, how many times have you defeated me? None… I have to ask you why are you even in the match Rebel? I know that you are still mad with me because I have ‘your’ Television Championship. Right? Well Rebel, I have defeated you time and time again, defending my title from exactly you, I have defended my title more than four times against you Rebel. Get over it, you aren’t getting my title, why the hell are you even in this Elimination Chamber? Rebel, you will get nowhere. Rebel, I have said everything that there is to you, and still you try to come back Rebel… you don’t learn… but I assure you that you will learn this time around…”

Anthony keeps walking forward and he changes the view of the camera. There is an old bridge, he walks towards it, the old bridge is nearly collapsing, Anthony changes the camera towards his face as he smiles and walks on the bridge, he is confident and he looks excited.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Next up we got Charon. A man inspired by Greek Mythology, the character of Charon is the spirit that takes you from the living world to the Underworld. He is a man that when you see him, he inducts fear into your soul; he scares the crap out of you. But he is nothing compared to what you see to the place he takes you. But this Charon, he is a man to be feared, we saw what he has done to a lot of members of the Crossfire roster, he has destroyed them, I have faced him in the Carnal Contendership match, the man is no joke. You see, he is one of the two men in this match that I have respect for. You see, he is one of the men that is going against the Great Siege, and we see that he is recruiting people from Crossfire to take them down. I say, good, but there is a line between respect and competition. You see, just because I respect you that does not mean that I will simply let you win the match… oh no. You see Charon, if you, we will do the same thing, we will come after the same person: Gabrielle. You see, we have common goals, to destroy the Great Siege, if anyone else was going to win this match, I would love you to win it, why? Because I want the Great Siege to go down. I promise you, that if I don’t win this match, I’ll go with you to destroy the Great Siege, they are a virus and they NEED to be destroyed. Charon, I have no problems with you, because you are from Crossfire and I am from Fight Night, we haven’t crossed our paths and you haven’t done anything wrong to me, so why would I have a problem? Other than that I will say to you, don’t get in my way… and we will be okay…

He is walking forward, he is still on the bridge, a couple of wooden planks fall after he walks over them. He doesn’t care though, he isn’t scared, he keeps walking forward.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Charon is a creature that feeds of fear. He becomes stronger when you are afraid of him. Unfortunately for Charon I am not afraid of what he can do, I’ve seen it first hand and I’ve dealt with so many people like him already that it doesn’t even twist my gut a little bit when facing him. I know his kind, I know what I have to do… I was once like that Charon, but the truth of the matter is that a lot of people know how to counteract this and you get nowhere when trying this… maybe you won’t see it today, maybe not tomorrow, but you will come to realize it sooner or later.”

Anthony ends passing by the bridge and comes out by a bunch of woods once again. He bends over and takes the knife off his ankle holder. He keeps walking through the path, cutting a couple of big plants that are blocking his path. He looks at the knife for a moment and keeps talking.

.:: Anthony ::.
”James ‘Eyesnsane’ Hughes… another competitor in this match. He is the Young Lions Champion… but you see, I think that he shouldn’t be in that division anymore… you see I’ve practically known Eyes since his first match, since he and I quickly went into a feud… now I really hated the guy back then, he messed with me, but more importantly he messed with my family. I wanted to destroy the guy… but when I actually got my hands on him… I couldn’t… the guy had so much potential… I knew he was the future… and he has proven that… I couldn’t destroy someone that had the potential to be the future of the FWA… But he isn’t fit for the Young Lions Division anymore… hell I am telling you that you should be competing for the TV Title… yeah, I am saying it, Eyesnsane, is the other man that I have respect for in this match and I have to be honest, he needs to be pushed out of the division. The guy is too good to stay there.”

He keeps on walking forward, he hasn’t seen any wild life directly so he has been safe for now, he looks forward and he sees a cliff. He looks it up and sighs but he lets out a slight laugh. He puts the knife that he has in his hand on his ankle holder once again and starts climbing up the cliff. One hand in front of the other and pushing himself up with his legs.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Heh… climbing eh…? You see, Eyesnsane is just like this cliff. It looks like something hard to pass through, it looks like someone that won’t be passed by easily. But once you try, it isn’t that hard. Just like this cliff. You see, climbing can be dangerous… but only if you don’t know how to deal with it. Last time, I slipped and fell when facing him, I fell hard on my back and I lost. I got cocky, I didn’t think what I was doing and I paid for it… but not again, Eyesnsane, as promising as you are, you aren’t the start of today… you are the star of tomorrow, I am the star of today… and I will show it this week… because I’ve passed over the edge already…”

Anthony finishes climbing the cliff and he sighs… he smiles as he finishes… the smell and sound of water flowing floats around the air. Anthony keeps walking forward, as he does the sound of water increases in intensity.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Now, then we are off to the North American Champion, Alexx. Alexx, last week I told you that no matter what you would do, you weren’t going to put me down… and what happened? You didn’t. I put you down, doing exactly what I told you that I was going to do. Weren’t you going to beat me because I was a ‘fatty just like everyone that watches TV’? Weren’t you Alexx. All I remember is sending you through all the Circles of Hell. You joked about how you were sexier than me, about how I had more than 15% fat, like I care Alexx. All I know is that as I said, nothing of that helped you, being sexier, having less weight than me… you ended on your back. You see, you can go out and pretend to be a TV star, beat up Peter Griffin, do advertising for your championship, it doesn’t really matter because in the end, you can’t back-up your talk Alexx. That is what kills you, you talk too much yet do nothing.”

He keeps walking until he reaches a river flowing wildly. The water is reaching really high, Anthony looks at it from the top, it looks like if this is just a momentary passing of raging water.

.:: Anthony ::.
”You see Alexx, just like this river, your rage is momentary, your fame is momentary… and sadly for you, that moment was when you won your championship, you struck your golden moment when winning the North American Championship, but that moment, the triumph got to your head, you think that you can take on ANYONE. When the truth is that you can’t, you can’t even handle the two that are going for your championship and it’s sad that you don’t see what is coming for you at BIB cause you will probably lose your title and also lose this match. Because when the raging of the river ends… there is nothing but calm in the future…”

The water stops flowing and he looks down as the water drops low, you can now see that there are stones that are placed so that he can walk by the stones, unbothered by the current that was passing, now this time he reaches an area that is full of fallen trees and debris. Anthony looks at the surroundings and he bends over, he takes out the knife he had in his ankle holder, he looks around suspiciously and starts walking around, the knife he is holding is turned downwards, he holds his hand up, by his chest as he starts talking, this time in a more serious tone. The sun starts falling down as the night begins to fall.

.:: Anthony ::.
”This time, I’ll see the ‘biggest’ threat in this match, Chris Kennedy. You see, Kennedy thinks that this match will be nothing but a simply walk in the park, that no one can do anything to defeat him… that is where he is wrong… Kennedy, I am in this match and I will make this match your own personal hell. But first Kennedy, I have to ask you something what will you gain from this match? A world title shot… but we all know that what you truly want is the pride of being the head of the Great Siege. Your ego boasts it, if you win, you will not use your world title shot against Stu or Wolf, but rather against Gabrielle. You can’t stand someone being better than you… you can’t stand that someone is over you in rankings… but I have to ask you something Kennedy… if you win the Golden Oportunity… how will you handle facing your oh so appreciated ‘Goddess’? You will be destroyed Kennedy, Gabrielle will put you under your heel and crush you like the little bug that you are, neither Gabrielle nor the Siege care about you. You are the most arrogant wrestler in here… you want to hear proof?

Anthony puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a recorder, he presses play on the old recorder and we listen Chris Kennedy’s voice being reproduced from the recorder.

“My middle finger has more charisma than the entire Fight Night roster and my right thumb has more athletic prowess than the entire FWA, and that's why I am a 3 time regional Thumb Wrestling champion in my hometown of Tampa, Fl.” – Chris Kennedy – Extracted from the Aces High Promo Thread

He presses stop once again as he looks directly at the camera. He is amused, you can see it in his face.

.:: Anthony ::.
”See, this is exactly what I mean when I say that Chris Kennedy doesn’t care about FWA, he doesn’t take this seriously. He thinks FWA is a joke, he thinks that the FWA fans come out here to laugh at his bad comparisons, at his bad jokes, at his fake accomplishments. At things that don’t even exist. He thinks that they are funny, he thinks that he is funny only because The Great Siege laugh at his jokes. You see, The Great Siege are like the mean, popular group in High School, they laugh at the other’s jokes even when they aren’t funny, they think that they are the best, that they are respected. When the fact is that people only pity them, why? Because when they are done with High School, they’re years of fame are over, they see that being popular got them nowhere, that the four years they spent being popular, gave nothing to them. They get nowhere later in life, and that is what will happen to the Great Siege very soon… your four years of fame are nearly over… what will you do when they end? How will the pawn defeat the goddess if he wins…? You will not defeat her. The Siege will gang up on you, because just like in High School, they follow the hot chicks before the ‘bros’.”

He rolls his eyes after he said this and he then raises the recorder once again.

“Anthony doesn't belong in the major leagues.” – Chris Kennedy – Extracted from the 4/22/11 Promo Thread

He holds down the recorder and lets out a sigh.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Sure, you can think as you want Kennedy, I won’t discuss with someone as… well let’s say feeble minded as you. Kennedy, you can think what you like about me, but the matter of the fact is that I got to where I was on my own… well with a little push from other wrestlers but still, I gained their trust, I gained it by working hard and proving myself. Have you done that Kennedy? Nope, you can only win this high profile matches with help from the Great Siege, you are like a leech, you are only with the Great Siege because they are your ticket to the top, once you get where you want you’ll get out and do your own thing… but with the Great Siege it ain’t like that… they’ll come for you…”

Anthony takes out the recorder and presses play once again.

“Friendship, comradery, trust....these are some of the things that I do not invest in to often, and more often than not in this business, friendship is nothing more than contrived illusion...” – Chris Kennedy – Extracted from the 5/6/11 Promo Thread

“For desperate losers like PAJ and Anthony, friends are all that separates them from the social disgrace of solitude. I surround myself only by people who have proven to me that I can count on them.” – Chris Kennedy – Extracted from the 5/6/11 Promo Thread

He puts the recorder down as he looks at the camera and lets out a slight laugh.

.:: Anthony ::.
”The Great Siege are people to trust? HAH… ask Jibade Jones that, ask Darnell Porter that. The Great Siege can’t be trusted… neither can you, you know that you don’t trust them as well as I do… and just like them you would stab anyone of them in the back as soon as you think it is the right time Kennedy… you are one of the biggest traitors out there…”

All of the sudden Anthony stops, a smile appears on his face as he turns the camera towards where he is watching. Darkness has fallen down and we see something moving in front of where Anthony is standing. Two little lights are glowing in front, moving, it is like if they were eyes… the thing steps out of the darkness and we finally see what it is. It is a jaguar, it’s body is full of black squares and his body is orange, it bares his teeth as Anthony stops dead on his tracks.

.:: Anthony ::.
”And this… this is like Kennedy, he thinks that he is a wild animal… he thinks that nothing can stop him, that he is invincible… but in the end you simply need to know one thing… that even the wildest animal can be tamed…”

Anthony takes a step forward and the jaguar vaults towards him. Anthony steps aside and grabs the jaguar, pressing him against the floor, the jaguar roars and throws out wild bites but Anthony holds it down for a couple of more seconds, the jaguar starts calming down and does not sound as it falls, defeated.

.:: Anthony ::.
“Kennedy, you only share one characteristic with the animals, that you don’t have the same brain as we do… but at least this one was smart enough to give up when it was defeated… unlike you. It shut its yap, something that you always need to do but never do… You are OBSESSED with me Kennedy. Everything you say, everywhere you appear you mention me. You talk a lot of shit about me, yet you have only faced me once in a singles match and that time you got lucky kid, the other time we faced was in a multi-man match and I defeated you beside the Great Siege, with partners that I didn’t really get along with or trust… I will do it once again Kennedy… you will see that just like this animal, there is nothing that you can do against me…”

Anthony takes out his knife and grabs hold of it tightly. He smiles as he gets up and passes his hand by the back of the jaguar, letting him go, he keeps on walking forward.

.:: Anthony ::.
”You see Kennedy…. I am out to defeat you… no to destroy you… that is reserved for another person in the same night…”

He looks at the knife and he walks forward, while looking at the knife while walking. He reaches a rougher part of the woods. The night has completely fallen, the stars and the moon have come out.

.:: Anthony ::.
”I do not need to pretend that I am the best in the world, I do not need to pretend that I am someone that everyone needs to fear, I do not need to pretend to be someone who I am not. I will unleash my true potential in the Elimination Chamber… this will be a side of me that you have never seen before. It’s all about surviving… that’s why I came here… It’s all about fighting… struggling to survive… it’s all about playing… outsmarting people… it’s all the pride that comes with winning... You need your survival skills at full capacity to be able to win in this match… now I come to the Elimination Chamber already been in one match in earlier in the night… but my full focus is in this match, my attention… I will put everything in this match… It’s a hard task but I can do it… I will do it… I HAVE done it already. Last year, the TV Champion was the winner of the Elimination Chamber… this year it will be the same… last year a Fight Night star won… and this year it will be the same… I wish you all good luck… but don’t go out the expecting to win.”

He cuts one last plant that was on the way, he kicks it out of the way. He finally sees the plane of his half-brother where he had requested it. He smiles as he walks out to where his brother is expecting him as the scene fades to black…

.:: End of Scene Three – Finish… ::.

[Death Approaches]

’Trust is like a mirror… once its BROKEN you can never look at it the same again...’

The scene opens up in the same airplane as in the last piece. The plane is a jet. Anthony is seen using his normal attire though, he has his black trench coat put on with his black biker boots, he has a black undershirt with black jeans, he is still tying up his shoelaces. He is looking down as his hair covers most of his face. The chair he is sitting on has the seats covered with gold in where you put your arms and the cloths that are on the top of where you put your head is made of gold. All around you see that this is a rich man’s jet. There are about three flat screen TVs around in the same room. Beside and bellow them are cabinets with expensive collectibles, pictures and expensive wines in there. Beside where Anthony is sitting there is a desk. On top of the desk there are two black and white gauntlets, like the ones that he used when he was known as DA. He finishes lacing up his boots as Raphael appears into view, he has the same Armani suit as before, even with the same pants and under shirt. He has a glass in his hand, it is filled with champagne, he sits in front of Anthony, looking at him as he takes a sip of the wine as he looks at Anthony and starts speaking.

.:: Raphael ::.
”The course is set for North Carolina bro… you sure you want to go there… and not look for you know…”

Anthony looks up at Raphael, he is looking deadly serious, he doesn’t even answer Raphael and he already knows the answer, Anthony picks up his left gauntlet and puts it on. It is made of metal, his fingers are the ones made of metal but the other part of it is made of steel but they are simply steel chains tied together. He looks at it as his right hand is free of anything, he takes up a knife that was under the glove he looks at the knife and looks it every side. Raphael looks a tad worried but he simply shakes it out.

.:: Anthony ::.
”A knife… it is something used as a weapon, but also as a tool for survival… something that both PAJ and I know…“

Raphael spits a little of the wine as he mentions the name of the man that he is facing for the TV championship. He puts the wine glass beside where he is sitting and sits up straight.

.:: Raphael ::.
”Ehh… you know… ehh… anyways… did that search for survival work?”

.:: Anthony ::.
”It did… nevertheless… I know you get uneasy when I talk about PAJ…”

.:: Raphael ::.
”Me? Nah… I mean, why would it be uneasy for me dealing with PAJ… it’s not like if I hated him or anything.”

Anthony smiles as he throws the knife towards a picture in the wall, it crosses straight through the forehead of the picture. The man that went through the forehead of was PAJ, it has a couple of darts on the side, but none had actually hit his face or any part of him. Raphael takes the wine glass and he starts drinking from it as Anthony lets out a little laugh and he stands up, walking towards the picture.

.:: Anthony ::.
”I know you do… get out of here if you do… because I will only speak my mind from now on…”

.:: Raphael ::.
”Nah… I’m up for a PAJ bashing… go on.”

Anthony shrugs as he takes the knife out of the picture stuck in the face of PAJ. He looks at the knife once again.

.:: Anthony ::.
”As I was saying… the knife… it is a survival tool, but it can also hurt someone… it hurt me PAJ. I trusted you, even though everyone told me not to… I put my faith in you… I tried to help you make your name here in FWA yet you stabbed me in the back… you put a knife like this in my back and kicked me while I was down… you took what meant a lot for me PAJ… you took my title… you took something that I knew you always wanted… but did you have to take it that way PAJ?”

He looks at the knife one way and hides it on his ankle holder. He passes his hand once again by the picture.

.:: Anthony ::.
”I wouldn’t have had a problem if you would have called me out, we would have faced each other one on one, no problems asked… but now… now you have turned this personal PAJ. PAJ… playing mind games with me? Seriously? PAJ you know that those types of attacks don’t work against me PAJ. You can do anything to me, and that won’t affect my performance PAJ. I know how you work… I know what you do… I know each and every one of your moves PAJ. I have worked with you, I have worked against you already… we have known each other for years… yet you have never been able to one up me anywhere PAJ and before, I had never had a personal problem with you… but now… as you have said… it is personal…”

Anthony scratches the picture of PAJ off the picture in the wall, completely ripping it apart with the gauntlet that he has on his left hand.

.:: Anthony ::.
”PAJ, it is okay that you are trying to prove yourself, but that doesn’t work that way with me. I have put more starts down that most people at the top now can claim to. Even though I hate to admit it PAJ… you and I are very much alike. We both take the best opportunities that we can have… but the difference between you and I is that I know when I can do it. I won’t stab someone in the back to get to the top, because confidence is something that takes you far in this business… I brought you back to the FWA and that’s how you repay me PAJ? Stealing my title? Trying to mess with me? Hell PAJ, I don’t disrespect you because you want my title but because of how you did it. PAJ, you could have asked me for a title show and I would have worked something out for you, why? Because I know you could do something, but you didn’t and now it will be HELL for you…”

He turns around and simply looks at Raphael, seeing if he has anything to say, he is between scared and interested. He had seen this side of his half-brother before, he knows what he can do.

.:: Anthony ::.
”But the truth of the matter is that PAJ isn’t man enough to win a title shot… so he had to go cheap and steal my title. Why? Because he knows that he can’t win that title, he knows that he won’t be able to win it. Through the years that I have known you, you have always have had a backup… someone to help you… but now… now who do you have to rely? Who do you have to help you against me PAJ? The only person that you had in here was me and you stabbed me in the back. The matter of the fact is that no one trusts you PAJ, no one cares about you. Why? Because they know that you are a lying SOB. The only man that trusted you, the only man that was going to help you prove yourself… that was me… yet you lost my trust, you lost your only ally and the allies that came from being with me. PAJ… I am a man that does most things alone but I have people who can back me up… who WILL back me up… who do you have?”

He walks forward, towards where he was sitting, he grabs his other gauntlet, but he doesn’t put it on as soon as he gets it on his hands, he keeps talking.

.:: Anthony ::.
“PAJ… I’ve defended this title for a lot of time… what makes you think that YOU are the one that will take my title? No… you won’t PAJ… I’ve defeated Jibade Jones, I’ve defeated Rebel, I’ve defeated EVERYONE that has stood before me. I have defeated world champions, you have defeated NO ONE. Hell PAJ, you didn’t even earn that title shot. You have only won the matches in which I was beside you PAJ, you have lost your last… what? Four… five matches? What makes you think that you can beat me for this title? You can’t PAJ, I’ve never said this before in the FWA but I WILL make an example out of you. I will show to people that no one stabs my back and gets away with it… I will show that you can blindside me, that you can play mind games with me, but still, that when I get you in the ring… NOTHING of that will help you.”

He puts on the other gauntlet on his right hand, he cracks his knuckles as he is fully suited up for Back In Business.

.:: Anthony ::.
”PAJ, that title makes stars, it is for starts to hold it… it is something that you HAVEN’T earned… something that you DON’T deserve PAJ. You don’t have enough credentials to hold that title… I earned the title… I won the title legitly… now I have to get my title once again… this time from a thief. That title is part of me… I’ve held it for so long already that it has become part of me… and I am hell bent on getting it back, there is nothing that you can do to stop me from getting it back. I’ll get it back even if I have to rip it from your unconscious hands. In Back in Business I pull double duty… I am also in the elimination chamber… but don’t worry about that PAJ, because it doesn’t matter how many matches I have, because my focus will still be on you. My attention will be divided but for the moments that I get you in the ring my other match doesn’t matter, my full focus will be on you PAJ… and getting my title back.”

He walks towards a corner where there was a mirror. He looks at it, his reflection upon it. He looks at it for a second and then punches the mirror, shattering it to a hundred pieces. Raphael is a little bit startled by it, Anthony looks at the shards on the floor.

.:: Anthony ::.
”Trust is like a mirror… once its BROKEN you can never look at it the same again... PAJ, that is so true… I put my faith in you, yet you stabbed me in the back… that was the biggest mistake that you have ever done… and now you will never see me as the same man once again…”

He stomps on a couple of the shards in the floor, breaking them more before walking towards the chair where he was sitting. He finally sits in the chair, in front of his half-brother. Raphael clears his throat; he puts the glass in the table beside him. He sits forward as he raises his hands, puts them in front of his face and crosses his fingers. A smirk appears on his face as he starts to talk.

.:: Raphael ::.
”Anthony… we know where PAJ is, we could simply go there and raid where he is staying… we could take what is yours and give him a lesson that he will never forget…”

.:: Anthony ::.
”No. I don’t need to assault him before our match, I do not need to weaken him before our match, I don’t need to play mind games with him. This is not about you getting your revenge Raphael, but about me getting my title back. I only need to get him one on one in the ring… when I get him in the ring, I will defeat him, I will prove once and for all that I didn’t need PAJ, that I only brought him back to be nice… PAJ, when I finally get you one on one in the ring. All questions will be answered, every doubt will be put to rest. I will remind you why you don’t mess with me, when I get you in the ring, I will show you why I am simply better than you when I defeat you… but remember it was you who invoked my wrath… and remember that this isn’t just business anymore… things just got personal…”

Anthony leans back on the seat where he is, he closes his eyes as he awaits what possibly will be the biggest event in his career, Back in Business VI as the scene fades to darkness…

[JDizzle™]

"The Instant Classic" Mark Reynolds vs. Chad Hawk



The scene opens in a dark, deserted warehouse. The lights are very dim and it seems hard to tell what is around. A figure appears in the distant and walks closer towards the camera. A lighter flickers and cigarette smoke fills the air. The figure comes close as we see it's "The Instant Classic" Mark Reynolds.

Mark Reynolds: Ahh, the taste of a cigarette. It doesn't matter what kind of situation you are in ... a cigarette makes everything much better. Stress at work, home, with your wife or just plain sick of something, a cigarette seems to hit the spot. I just returned to the FWA and I have already been dealing with non-sense. This guy doesn't have what it takes, this guy can't compete with the best, this guy will be out of FWA within a week or my personal favorite, this guy won't ever have anyone's respect. I personally don't care what anyone has to say. I came back for one simple reason ... the fans. I felt it was wrong to them the way I left. I was not competing at the level I know I can compete at. I was at the level of a jobber opening up the show. I have the talent to be on the main stage with any of the best in the FWA. I know I can do it and it's going to happen this time around. I will be main eventing pay-per-views. I will be in feuds with the likes of Duke Drazin and Gabrielle. I will be FWA Champion. This time around, I will not let anything go. This is MY time! This is MY destiny!

Mark flicks his cigarette and walks away. He motions the camera to follow. The lights turn on and you can see a full size wrestling ring. Mark jumps on the ring apron, before entering the ring.

Mark Reynolds: Everyone may think that I can't handle myself in the ring when I come back. That I will have all sorts of ring rust. You see here, I spent my hard, earned money and built this beautiful ring. I needed someway of getting back in the ring and training before returning. I wouldn't come back if the ring rust wasn't gone or I didn't think I could compete at the ability of some of the best in the business. I think I'm ready to return. I have been here training for the past 8 months. I have regained the ability to do most of the moves I knew before, while also adding some new moves to my arsenal. I have had wrestlers come in here and work out with me, train with me, have matches with me, preping me for this day coming up.

Mark takes a quick sip of water, before practicing some wrestling moves with a trainer. He works out a bit, doing all sorts of excersizes before exiting the ring. Mark takes another sip of water and pours a little over his head. Mark grabs a towel and wipes all the sweat dripping from his face.

Mark Reynolds: So, this Sunday is Back in Business. The sixth anniversary of this event. I can't believe this is the sixth year we have had this monumental event. What I don't seem to get is I thought I would be treated with some respect when I got back, but instead, I get put in a dark match against Chad Hawk. Are you kidding me? I've never even heard of this guy. Most of the wrestlers in FWA I know, from their days in FWA obviously or in their indy days, but this guy, I've never heard anything about him. I honestly think it's a slap in the face to me. I return at the biggest event in the company and they give me some joke to wrestle. I guess that's the price you pay for being gone for so long.

Mark throws the towel on the table, before walking away. The camera follows and finds Mark outside, sitting on steps. The camera approaches and Mark looks right at the camera. Mark gets up and walks right towards it.

Mark Reynolds: Chad Hawk. I know nothing about you, but after this Sunday, neither will anyone else. Once our match is over, you will be a no thought. No one will even think of you after this. FWA made a huge mistake putting you in my return match. I will show no remorse in beating your ass so bad. This my time to shine and I'm not letting you or anyone else who tries to get in my way to stop me. You better believe that.

[PheTomenal]

‘He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.’
- Sun Tzu

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Act 1 – An unhealthy obsession

3 days prior to Back In Business VI.

The scene opens up on a bright, sunny day in the grounds of a mansion. We see a man sitting on a sun lounger beside a swimming pool that is full of women ‘swimming’. The man sits up and we can see PAJ sitting with Anthony’s TV Title belt on his shoulder. His eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he is wearing a thin, short sleeved shirt and is wearing a pair of beige three quarter lengths. He staring at the title on his shoulder and focussing on nothing else around him. He looks up and smirks.

PAJ: You see this Anthony, this is YOUR title but you aren’t cherishing it. Its getting the better of you, its torturing you because you will never get your hands on it again. I may have taken it from your locker but this time I am going to take it from you in the ring. Ive been in similar situations in FWA before I didn’t take them but this time I have arrived with a plan and you have seen it in action already. You are stretched to your limit Anthony, you have to focus on a lot of things as I speak. You two matches at Back in Business, Two? It’s a lot of work, Anthony, I have done similar now it is time for you to prioritise and this is ‘fun’ part. It rests solely on your head where you choose to focus. Do you focus on this…

PAJ looks down at the TV Title belt and the camera focus in on it for a short period before returning to PAJ.

PAJ: The TV Title, a second tier title and a personal grudge that you for no real reason hold against me? Or on an Elimination Chamber that will give you a World title shot whenever you want it. Do you focus on something personal against me or focus on the off chance that you might win a shot at a title that you wouldn’t win even with a free shot whenever you wanted. Why? Because, Anthony, you have no sense of planning, you cant wait for your enemy to come to you, you go to them. Rash decision making skills are what will cost you my naïve former pawn. Whatever your decision is, Anthony, I will still be keeping this title not as the challenger but as the champion.

PAJ sits up at takes off his sunglasses and throws them to the floor. His face looks tired and looks like he hasn’t slept for a couple of days.

PAJ: You see this weary, tired face? This is going to be the face of the new TV Champion. I have spent hours and hours watching you Anthony and more and more time looking at my next title, you are the reason I am here and I always finish the job. I look like a wreck now but I can assure you I will be ready for you at Back In Business. This man has a plan and although I have lost a lot of matches recently, down to planning for our match in a few days, but when I take your title and you lose your chance of Money In The Bank, I will know I was right to use you as the pathetic, unintelligent pawn that you and the rest of your family are seen as.

PAJ clicks his fingers and security walks over and escorts the FWA cameraman from the premises. PAJ leans back in the sun lounger and puts the TV title on his chest and sits and stares at it as the scene fades.

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ACT 2 – The bigger picture

1 Day before Back in Business VI. Hotel Suite, Greensboro, North Carolina

PAJ is sat in his hotel room, breathing deeply with headphones in the corner of the room. The room is only lit by a table lamp and a light from the fireplace near to where PAJ is sat. There is a women sleeping on the bed, his wife, Mrs Lucia, who is sleeping with a smile on her face. PAJ remains in the corner thinking. He looks up at his wife, asleep on the bed and smiles. He looks out the window and look out over Greensboro before noticing the FWA Camera man. PAJ takes out the headphones and places them onto the nearby.

PAJ: People are saying a lot of things about this match, about how this is the biggest match in my career, how it is make or break time for my career here in FWA. In all honesty, to the ignorant people that aren’t looking at the bigger picture it might be the biggest match but to me it isn’t. This is like any other match I am in except for the fact it has a big personal grudge shoved in the middle. I haven’t approached this match any differently than I normally do because I know Anthony inside and out. We come from a background where our families went head to head and even today my generation carries on the war between our families. I can assure all my FWA fans that I am winning this fight and that my family will stand tall at the end of all this, why? Because Anthony’s family needed two men in this generation to run the business and wrestle whereas mine needed just one Simply Amazing son, the next FWA Television Champion, PAJ. Cameraman, do me a favour, point that thing over at the fireplace and zoom in.

The cameraman does as told and in the fireplace you can see a picture that is burning. You can see what looks like a picture of Raphael, Anthony’s Brother, burning in the fireplace. PAJ walks to the fireplace and bends over and looks down with a menacing smile on his face

PAJ: One down, one to go.

PAJ tosses another picture into the fire and this time it is a picture of Anthony next to the one of Raphael.

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ACT 3 - Bigger than the title?

Greensboro Coliseum, Greensboro, Back In Business PPV

The fans are in the arena ready for Back In Business they are cheering as the show draws closer as the dark matches have finished. Revolution Man hits and the fans boo as ‘The Unforgettable’ PAJ steps out onto the stage with Anthony’s Television Title sat proudly on his shoulder. PAJ holds it up to the fans and they boo loudly again. PAJ taunts the fans by shooting the gun with his left hand before walking down to the ring after placing the title back on his shoulder. PAJ slowly walks down the ramp, soaking in the boos from the fans. PAJ smiles with great satisfaction at his ovation before walking around to the ringside crew and taking a microphone before jumping up onto the apron and into the ring. PAJ climbs on the nearest turnbuckle and holds up Anthony’s TV Title belt for the fans to boo again. PAJ jumps down and paces around the ring as his music fades before beginning to speak to the crowd.

PAJ: Take a look into the future and you will see a sight that you will have to get very, very familiar with. PAJ holding the FWA Television Title belt around his shoulder.

The fans interrupt with boos for PAJ.

PAJ: Doesn’t it make you sick, Anthony, seeing me hold this title on my shoulder it might not be officially but that will change tonight and you know it. You know me well, I know you well and because of that you know I will not leave this building without this title and that I will go to any extreme to make sure that this title remains in my hands but to me this isn’t about the title. This is about a few other things.

The fans boo again because they want the show to start.

PAJ: As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by these ignorant, selfish pigs. This is about me finally showing FWA that I am not a joke, that I am a respect and well sought after wrestler that can and will be successful. Again and again, I feel like I am treated like a second class citizen by FWA management, the FWA wrestlers and the FWA fans. You should all be showing the respect I deserve and tonight, I will make a mockery of Anthony, someone you see as a potential main eventer in the not too distant future. Someone who is widely respected, someone, who for some messed up reason, is loved by FWA fans all over the world. I can assure you, Anthony, I couldn’t give a crap if this was about the title but it is just an added incentive that it is. It will add to the humiliation you will suffer. Then before I celebrate my title win later this evening, I will sit down and watch you compete in the Elimination Chamber on the back of being humiliated and I will laugh as you are bullied by five other men, you stand no chance of matching. You are pushing yourself too far Anthony and that will be your greatest downfall and you will lose everything, your future shot at the FWA Championship, the TV title and being shown up in front of the world for the pathetic, little fraudster you really are.

The fans interrupt with ‘Shut the F****** up’ Chants

PAJ: Ive waited and waited for my chance to face you one-on-one ‘champ’ and made many calculated moves because I am a smarter man and a smarter wrestler than you ever will be. Maybe, if you hope hard enough that some of my neverending genius will MAYBE rub off on you and you will be less naïve than you already are. Fighting in a war is bravery, trying to fight me and then an elimination chamber in the same night is stupidity and that is understating it. You think you have the whole world at your feet because you’ve won a title and can do whatever the hell you feel like but you haven’t shown the focus or intelligence of a real champion. You should cherish every title you hold but you’ve neglected this belt and its time we take it away and put in a home that will love and cherish it. That home is on my shoulder away from its former neglectful owner.

The fans interrupt PAJ again and he just smirks and lets the fans boo.

PAJ: You expect to walk into this ring tonight, twice, and be successful? This is exactly the kind of thing that ruins careers. I taught you better than this but then you were always a dumbass. You are like the kid in a classroom that is stupid but always tries to answers questions because they think they are smart. What happens? You are totally and utterly embarrassed in front of people you send most of your time around. You might have everything now but that bubble will be burst. I will burst your bubble tonight and I will enjoy watching your fall from grace. From FWA golden child to homeless and hated sound about right to me.

The ‘Shut The F****** Up Chants’ return and some smaller chants of ‘Start the show’ are mixed in with more boos for PAJ.

PAJ: A lot of people are questioning the decision to put me in a TV title match claiming ‘I haven’t done anything to deserve it’ maybe I haven’t but I have made the biggest statement that I can make, taking a champions title, stripping them of the thing that makes them feel above everyone else that shimmer that makes them stand out. Anthony isn’t shining anymore it is time for someone else to shine and that mine is me. Anthony, is dull, boring and has nothing special about him and everyone will have to accept it.

The fans boo again as PAJ re-adjusted the title on his shoulder.

PAJ: You might all hate me but tonight I am going to do Anthony a favour, I am going to educate him when we face tonight. Not quite like the way I did when I was his ‘mentor’ this time it will be in a way that Anthony will never forget, the screams will echo around the arena and even the television audience will be haunted by Anthony’s pain in their dreams. I want to hurt Anthony, I want to DESTROY Anthony and I will not rest until that happens. This is more important to me than winning the TV title but when I win the title I will make sure I don’t lose it, I might even get the chance to face a higher calibre of opponent than Anthony did. You defended the title against Rebel, no offence Rebel but I mean this in the most hated filled and truthful way, I am a lot better than that washed up redneck clown. I am quicker, smarter, better looking, more charismatic and much more focused than Rebel. You think that because you know all this already you will have the advantage but because I know you that much better than you know me, it is the end of the line for Anthony. Just remember what happened to Raphael? There is a reason why he still can wrestle after I destroyed him. You are nothing, Rebel is nothing, Raphael is nothing and your whole family is nothing.

The fans are really wound up now and the chants get louder and louder so PAJ talks louder over them.

PAJ: Speaking of family, you really think I would sink as low as putting my hands on your family. You should think better of me than that. I might hate you but I wouldn’t bring your family into this it’s not their fault they are related to you or are stupid enough to fall in love with you. This is purely between you and me, that’s why I took this belt, there is no point getting family involved when it’s nothing to do with them. They might have started all of this but we will end it, it won’t be ended tonight, this will just fuel the fire but when you man up and face me in a match where there are no limits, where I can use my intelligence to take you apart piece by piece with no rules. However, that doesn’t mean tonight wont be like that but I will just have to play fair and as promised I will make sure people’s dreams are haunted and turned to nightmares by your screams. Like you said, this is purely personal and you will not forget about the mistake you made by facing me. Tonight, on this most unforgettable of nights, Anthony will proceed towards being but Out of Business.

PAJ throws the microphone to the floor as Revolution Man hits. Some fans cheer that PAJ’s promo is over. PAJ holds up Anthony’s Title and the fans boo. PAJ taunts with the gun again. PAJ climbs out of the ring and heads to the back as the FWA Back In Business PPV starts.

[DramaShark]

-FWA Back In Business-
-Greensboro North Carolina-

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programing to bring you this special announcement...

Your television screen goes fuzzy and then suddenly looses color. The letters K:tv appear on the bottom of the screen and you see The Astonishing Chris Kennedy sitting on a large black leather couch in his private estate. Kennedy is sipping on a glass of Pinot Noire while smoking a cigarette and smiling at the camera before taking his expensive Christian Dior sunglasses off of his face and tucking them into the front left coat pocket of his even more expensive jet black Armani suit.
Chris says nothing at first, instead taking a drag off of his cigarette and blowing the smoke directly into the camera before taking one more sip from his whine glass. He quietly savors the taste of the whine before picking the Websters Dictionary off of the black marble coffee table in front of him. He opens the dictionary and flips through the pages until he gets to the "O" sections, stopping on a particular page and skimming over it for a moment before finally speaking.

Chris Kennedy Opportunity...Noun. A favorable or advantageous juncture of circumstances, a good chance for advancement or progress. A favorable or suitable occasion or time. Synonyms include occasion, opening, chance, break. How appropriate. Tonight at Back In Business I have quite the opportunity ahead of myself and all the tools required to achieve my dreams are accessible within myself. You all know who I am and you know perfectly well what I can do. I've seen my destiny play out each and every night in my own dreams and I promise every last one of you that I'm walking out of Back In Business a winner, Even if I am the first one in that chamber, I swear to god on my mothers grave that I will be the last one out as well. Nothing can stop the momentum that I have built, I'm going way too fast, way to strong. I have been undefeated since Aces High, beating Duke Drazin, Anthony, PAJ and the team of Devin Golden, Charon, Cameron Cross and Carmine Reaper. I permanently retired Bullseye Johnson and like Rocky Creed before him he is no longer able to walk let alone compete in active competition. The thing that my opponents at Back In Business need to understand is that this is my world, I just let them all live in it. I not only control my own destiny but I also control the fate of everyone I cross paths with, through my actions be them malicious or merciful. Charon is too busy worrying about my lover Gabrielle when he should be concerned with me, as it's me who will end up pinning him at Back In Business, Alexx is feeble minded and much too preoccupied with Katie and the North American championship to truly invest 100% of himself into the Elimination Chamber and therefore I will I eliminate him just as I did last month in the Carnal Contendership. James "Eyensane" Hughes is nothing more than a glorified curtain jerker and provides little to no threat provided his Over The Edge flunkies don't get involved. Then we have the Rebel Bad Ass, who as we all know brings about as much fight as a Glow Worm. Rebel will lose and then blog about how the FWA screwed him over and that it was everyones fault but his. Pathetic. And then of course we have Anthony, a man that I have already beaten with relative ease. I beat him at 100% and after his good friend PAJ breaks him in half over the TV title, he will be easy pickings going into The Elimination Chamber. It just goes to show who the shining star in this group is. It's not the spooky masked man, it's not the greased up pretty boy or the drunk redneck. It's not the cookie cutter paper champion and it's not the roided out Steve Urkel look-a-like. No, the only star in this match is the one you see on your television right now, The Astonishing Chris Kennedy. Enjoy the show, folks. I promise you it will be Astonishing!

We now return you to your regularly scheduled program




"This Is War" by 30 Seconds to Mars blares over the PA system as pyro rains over the capacity crowd, the thousands upon thousands of ravenous FWA fans are full of excitement and ready for biggest event in all of professional wrestling. The mood is electric in the Greensboro Coliseum and amidst the fireworks, bright lights and fanfare, the Back In Business logo illuminates from the ceiling, and we are reminded exactly how big of a night this is.
The FWA logo flashes on the bottom right hand on screen and the words "PPV Countdown: Back In Business Pre-Show" appear center screen as the camera overlooks the ring and fire works go off from each turnbuckle.
The camera zooms in on the FWA announce team as we see Langdon, Piers, Lucy, Baxter and the rest
of the gang, all decadently dressed and ever so dapper.

Piers: Allright allright allright!! We are just 30 minutes away from quite possibly the biggest Back In Business of all time!!

Langdon: And if you are watching this exclusive presentation it means you have already ordered Back In Business and are now joining as we countdown to the biggest event of the year. Can Wolf defeat his brother, the one and only Stu St. Clair? Can Duke Drazin finally capture the FWA championship after all these years or will Gabrielle prevail once more?

Piers: And who walks out with a Golden Opportunity shot? So much is on the line tonight and we haven't even seen our first dark match yet!

Lucy Pinder: And the Back In Business preshow is the only place your going to see this evenings dark matches without having an actual ticket to the event.

Langdon: I'm fairly certain that history will be made tonight!

Suddenly, all the lights in the arena go out and the Greensboro Coliseum quiets down for a moment as an ominous presence is felt through out the entire building. Several dark purple lights come on starting at the stage, going down the ramp leading to the ring. Smoke raises from the ramp and Charon himself comes out to a mixed reaction, the FWA still not sure what to make of this mysterious enigma.

Charon: Gaze into my expressionless shell of a face, try to decipher who I am, knowing that in doing so you begin to loose a part of yourself trying to discover a part of me. Your grasp on sanity slips and you feel as if relinquishing control, embracing lunacy and taking solace in it's freedom, is the next logical step in the never-ending story that is your perpetual downfall. Small simple mortal, trying to understand something you were never meant to. Who is Charon? That is the question escaping the breath of every creature in attendance. This mask is no mere disguise, it is my face, a representation of what I have become, how appropriate that it covers the man I once was.

Unfortunately, neither my mask nor my long winded, overly introspective monologues could protect my fragile face as The Astonishing Chris Kennedy delivered a life shattering Bittersweet Chin Symphony, nearly decapitating me and in turn causing me to feel more pain and anguish than I have ever experienced in my short, pathetic life. Knowing that Chris Kennedy bested me so easily, I now realize that for all my theatrics and parlor tricks, I am nothing more than a desperate nobody hiding behind a mask. A hopeless reject, trying to shield my previous failures from public memory by taking on an alternate identity, sweeping my filthy past under the rug. In an effort to at least save what little bit of dignity I may have had...

I am here to publicly withdraw from The Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber and also reveal my true identity...

Piers: What!?!

Charon: You have heard correctly. I would like to withdraw from the elimination chamber. I know understand that I do not belong in the same ring as Chris Kennedy, and that masquerading around like some sort of phantom is not only painfully embarrassing, it's also quite unhealthy. From here on out, Charon is no more and you will once again address me as the man that I truly am...

Charon slowly removes his mask as the whole world watches in suspense, finally getting to find out who the masked man really is. It's so silent in the arena you could hear a pin drop. Charon turns his head down and slowly lifts his mask off before turning his head back up and smiling like a wild hyena.

Chris Kennedy: BOO!

The crowd boos, with some thinking that Charon really is Chris Kennedy, while the vast majority of crowd seems to realize that the deceptive Kennedy is trying to pull one over on them.

Piers: What?!? Charon is NOT Chris Kennedy!

Baxter: What makes you so sure, Piers?

Piers: Because last week Chris Kennedy and Gabrielle attacked Charon on Crossfire! THEN, Charon and Kennedy faced each other at the Supershow when Charon and the Crossfire guys took on The Great Siege! Chris Kennedy can not be Charon! It's impossible...

Langdon: I have a feeling Kennedy is taking us all for a ride.

Kennedy takes the rubber band out of his hair and shakes out that hideous looking pony tail Charon is accustomed to wearing. He drops the white mask on the floor and steps on it, shattering it into several pieces before looking back at his "adoring fans" and offering a maniacal smile.

Chris Kennedy I got you, each and every one of you. How gullible can you people be? No, Chris Kennedy is not Charon and for that I am grateful, although associating that masked freaks name with mine does give him more of a rub than he deserves. Fact is that I came out here dressed like this clown, talking gibberish and acting like a weirdo to prove a very important point. It doesn't matter who is under Charon's mask, you people are all so caught up in the theatrics and parlor tricks that you fail to realize that the oh-so spooky mystery man is just some dude hiding his ugly mug under a mask. It doesn't matter who Charon is because it's Chris Kennedy that will be winning the Golden Opportunity elimination chamber, and that is not mere speculation, that's an honest to god fact and you all need to understand that. You NEED to.
You people just eat up whatevers served to you. Some looney puts on a mask and begins reciting gothic poetry looking and sounding like an Emo China-doll and you people take notice. I have beaten everyone on the Fight Night roster, from jobbers to world champions, and I barely make the FWA Insider Edition. Are you serious? You mean to tell me that it's doesn't matter how hard you work, the measure of your success is determined by how well you play dress-up? It's not Halloween and even if it was, I'm a grown man and have no time to waste on childish games such as "Guess who".
I don't care who you are Charon, you could be Matt Boudreau resurrected from the dead for all I care, I'll just send you strait back to the hell you came from if that's the case, and I wouldn't even break a sweat doing it either.

Charon prances around in the darkness orchestrating sneak attacks on women behind their backs. You can call me sneaky, slimy, deceptive, whatever you want but even I consider Charons behavior to be reprehensible and unacceptable. Charon's bizarre fixation on Gabrielle is not only disturbing, it's downright dangerous. Not dangerous for Gabby, Dangerous for Charon, because Charon attacked a woman I care about very deeply. The one thing you don't do f******k with Chris Kennedy's loved ones. The biggest mistake you could have possibly made was laying a finger on my sweet Gabrielle. I hope whatever sick and sadistic pleasure you got out of it was worth it Charon because I promise to make you pay. The Bittersweet Chin Symphony you endured on last weeks CrossFire was just a small taste of what I have in store for you, sunshine. When I beat you so badly that blood profusely escapes your broken and bruised body from every conceivable orifice, who is going to save you, Charon? Because it won't be your Gothic Princess, oh no, because I'll see to it that she suffers the same fate that you inflicted upon my dear sweet Gabrielle. An eye for an eye Charon, and what that means is the sadness you have positioned upon me when you hurt her will be avenged sevenfold when I step on Lauren Iris Servin's chest, grinding my boot into her ribcage and popping her left lung like a water balloon, this is of course after I have already defeated you in the elimination chamber

Chris Kennedy laughs to himself as the boo's coming from the crowd heat up, an unforgiving swarm of noise raining down on The Astonishing One. He runs his fingers through his hair to move the loose strands that hang over his eyes before continuing.

Chris Kennedy No, I'm not afraid of the boogeyman and neither is Gabrielle or anyone else in The Great Siege for that matter because I already proved last week that Charon is beatable, Charon is weak, Charon is mortal and fragile. When the participants in this elimination chamber were announced, everyone said it would either be Kennedy or Charon who would end up winning. You have to understand how frustrated I was to hear my name associated with that carnival act. After Back In Business VI, after I do what I have said I was going to do, I will leave Charon in such a decrepit and debilitated state that he will never step foot in an FWA ring again, he will never attack Gabrielle again and he will no longer be fit for active competition. However, Charon is not my only "competition" in the elimination chamber. Ha, as if you could call them "competition". Last month when I entered as the first man in The Carnal Contendership, Alexx was the man who came out after me. Well, aside from outlasting and eliminating Alexx I went on to the final four. For those of you who may have missed Carnal Contendership, allow me to show you the highlights.

Chris Kennedy's theme song (The Deftones - My Own Summer) plays loudly throughout the entire arena and the camera pans in on the Titantron which begins to show a video package highlighting Kennedy's impressive run in The Carnal Contendership match at Aces High.

Ring announcer: Introducing the competitor who drew number one, Chris KENNEDY!!!

the crowd is electrified as Rebel and Anthony struggle back and forth! Both men fighting for position! Both men wanting it all so badly! Both men unwilling to ever, EVER SURRENDER as they battle back and forth! BUT CHRIS KENNEDY FROM BEHIND AND HE DUMPS THEM BOTH OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR! Chris Kennedy eliminates Rebel AND Anthony at once!

Piers: Both TV title contenders, are eliminated at the same time!
Langdon: This is chaos! Chris Kennedy is still in there! Amazing

Chris Kennedy and Charon seem to be working as a team as they gang up on Wolf! Charon dropkicks the knee of Wolf causing him to go on one knee. Kennedy comes in grabbing his head and delivering the ACK!

Piers: ACK! ACK! Chris Kennedy nails Wolf with the ACK!

Alexx makes a mistake of smirking down at Charon, giving Kennedy enough time to march up behind him and low Blow him forcing him to grab his family jewels . Kennedy just smirks and with simple push sends Alexx down.

Piers: Chris Kennedy eliminates Alexx!!

Langdon: I am sure he is proud of himself!

McDonald: Well, we are down to the final four. Chris Kennedy, Darnell Porter, Wolf, Anthony Jackson. One of these men will main event Back in Business!!!

we see Chris Kennedy standing in the middle of the ring, bowing before his "adoring fans" who are being quite vocal about their disapproval of Kennedy. Chants of 'You suck' and 'f******k you Kennedy" can be heard as The Astonishing One continues to smile.

Chris Kennedy Now, I didn't win Carnal Contendership, but I just played that highlight reel to point out that everyone who is in this Golden Opportunity match, I have already beaten! I have beaten Anthony, Rebel, Charon, Alexx, everyone. Everyone except one man, a man who I have never faced. That man in no other than James "Eyensane" Hughes. Hughes is a poor mans Bullseye Johnson, and we all know what happened to Bullseye Johnson and we all know how it happened to Bullseye Johnson. James "Eyensane" Hughes may be delusional enough to think he belongs in this match but reality check: He isn't worth the $2.00 sunglasses he uses to hide his ugly face with. Eyensane thinks he is in Chris Kennedy's league but he isn't even fit to work the concession stands at an FWA event let alone stand toe to toe with the 2010 FWA newcomer of the year. Eyensane spent how long chasing after Joshua Diehl for the Young Lions champion? Did Eyensane ever once in his entire life beat Diehl for the Young Lions championship? The answer is an emphatic NO, all he managed to do was bore the living shit out of everybody, even Diehl who was so bored he vacated the Young Lions title and left the FWA altogether. I guess you can lump that up as a win for Eyensane, albeit not a respectable win but a win nonetheless.

So Eyensane failed to obtain the Young Lions title each and every time he stood in the ring with Diehl but one Diehl quit it should have been easy for Eyensane to become the Young Lions championship right? All he had to do was defeat a rookie, Juan Lopez who had been with the company less than 2 weeks. Piece of cake, right? Well when failure comes as naturally as it does to James "Eyensane" Hughes, winning any match at all is easier said than done, I'm afraid. No, you couldn't get the job done against Juan Lopez, not until you cheated to win. Who would have imagined a sledgehammer is all you needed to truly go "Over The Edge", so to speak. Even tonight, when you should be doing everything in your power to earn a shot at the FWA Championship, are preoccupied with retaining your Young Lions championship. How stupid are you? Juan Lopez is going to tear you apart, he is going to push you to your limits because Juan does NOT have a Golden Opportunity match to worry about, he has set his sights on the Young Lions title and that is all that matters to him, but you have everything to lose. Juan is going to beat you and take your title, then leave you too broken to even compete in Golden Opportunity elimination chamber. Will it have been worth it then, James? You already know the answer, but you are so determined to make it, so determined to be a star that you spread yourself incredibly thin, often losing as a result of having too much on your plate. Someone as simple as you should really learn to take it easy.

Eyensane, neither one of us have addressed the elephant in the room. You know what I am talking about. Your little virgin girlfriend Nolee LaCroix. Although, when I kissed her, the way she grabbed certain parts of me with her dainty little hands, you could hardly tell that she was a virgin. You have have any idea how bad she wanted it? While her cellphone was going off, she ignored each and every one of your phone calls as I ran my tongue up her neck and my hand up her thigh, and she was trying oh-so-hard not to give in. Before I sent her on her way she told me that she loved you and would never cheat on you, then I kissed her one more time to remind her what she was missing out on. I think maybe there are a few things young Nolee isn't telling you, Eyensane. Maybe a proper interrogation is order, her whole ''innocent virgin" act is quite convincing but you never can be too sure and you never want to turn a hoe into a housewife. Maybe it's because you let her run around with sluts like Dinorah Redgrave and Alana Allure, I don't know. But what I do know is that if you don't take your focus off of your little 'slut in training' and your Young Jobbers title, you will lose sight of what really matters, the FWA championship.

Let's just be honest, Eyensane. You wish you were Chris Kennedy. You look at the Great Siege and the things we have accomplished and you are jealous, to the point where you surround yourself with a piss poor siege rip-off, Over The Edge. As if anyone is afraid of a group that consists of a Steve Urkel look-a-like, A ninja midget, a roided out retard and a tattooed whore. Over The Edge is completely irrelevant. The official motto for Eyensanes band of flunkies is "If Your Not Over The Edge, Your Falling", what the hell does that even mean? On what planet does that even make sense? If you are over an an edge, you are by any and every definition falling. That's like saying "If your not in the car, you are driving" or "If you are not in the water, you are drowning", it MAKES NO SENSE!!!
A more appropriate catchphrase would be "If your not Over The Edge, you are WINNING"

Chris Kennedy laughs to himself and then paces back and forth for a moment before noticing a fat guy in the front row wearing a faded "Rebel Badass" T-shirt.

Chris Kennedy Excuse me sir, are you seriously wearing a "Rebel Badass" T-shirt? Explain to me how anyone in their right mind would spend their good hard earned money on a Rebel Badass t-shirt. You may as well be wearing a shirt that says
"I'm a godamn idiot" with a big arrow pointing up at your fat greasy face. You should be ashamed of yourself. Don't tell me you came all the way out here to see The Rebel because if that's the case then you wasted your money, Rebel is the weak link in this match. He won't last very long and quite frankly it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. I came to the FWA in September of 2010, almost 1 year ago, and since then I have not seen the Rebel Badass win one single match. Not a single one. How do you go almost a year strait without any wins and still manage to not be future endevored? Why am I even wasting my breath on someone as irrelevant as The Rebel Badass? Thomas Princeton said last week, and I quote "Rebel will be the punching bag of the Golden Opportunity match. I will be VERY surprised if he is not the first person pinned in that match" hahahaha...and this is coming from a man who has actually won a Golden Opportunity match. I have to say I agree with Princeton.

Rebel, I watched you revel in failure after failure. After Zaire Wyoming and I had defeated Confederate Funeral so badly that you two broke up, you went and pointed the finger at your partner Baphomet instead of at yourself where it belonged. What was your excuse then, when you couldn't actually beat Baphomet yourself when push came to shove? That's your problem, Rebel, you always have an excuse but never an answer. You will fail 99.9% and without fail you will try to pin your inadequacies on someone else. When you couldn't win tag team matches it was Baphomets fault, when you couldn't beat Anthony it was Anthony's fault, when you couldn't beat Thomas Princeton it was the FWA booking that was to blame, not the "unbeatable" Rebel Badass, oh no!
Grow up Rebel. Be a man, stop getting hammered before every match and filling your belly up with pickled sausage and boiled peanuts. Go to a gym for a change, get yourself back in the shape you were in when you first came to the FWA and take some time out of your busy day of fishing and beer drinking to actually prepare for a match, study your opponents, make your self better. You have no passion, no desire, no motivation and that's why you can't even defeat Anthony, a man I have beaten without a problem.
Rebel Badass you may possibly the biggest source of all your own hype, as you always promises a bolder, better Rebel. You spend so much time shooting on Youtube and updating your bitchblog instead of doing what you promised your fans, not that I am disappointed in any way because I will never be mistaken for a Rebel Badass fan. I just think it's adorable that you still show up without ammo to a gunfight each and every week and when it comes time for a PPV, your always the first one to pull out your pistol, as impotent and worthless as it may be.

Chris Kennedy walks out of the ring and inspects the crowd. He sees two busty, large breasted blonds, one holding a sign that reads "I Chris Kennedy" while the less intelligent of the two holds a sign that says "Alexx will u marry me???" Chris walks up to the two young ladies and kisses the Kennedy fan on her hand, causing her to blush and cover her mouth with her hand, her picture perfect complexion turning redder and redder by the second. Kennedy then turns his attention to the slightly less attractive and obviously ignorant Alexx fan.

Chris Kennedy Hey Barbie, your friend here has astonishing taste, but what's your problem?

Big Breasted Alexx fan: Ummm, what?

Chris Kennedy "Ummm" is not a word, you brain dead bimbo, now I asked you a question and your going to answer it! What's your problem? What does Alexx have that I don't have?

Big Breasted Alexx fan: Ummm, Ooooh! I got it! His abs! His abs are sexy...

Chris Kennedy I have abs....

Big Breasted Alexx fan:Yeah but you're an asshole!

Furious, Chris Kennedy grabs the young lady by the wrist and pulls her closely to him, getting in her face.

Chris Kennedy What the hell did you just call me!?!

Suddenly, an old man in a wheelchair next to the girls cries out

Old Man In Wheelchair: Stop! Don't hurt her, that's my daughter you got your hands on, Bub!!

Chris Kennedy This is your daughter, Papa Smurf!?!

Old Man In Wheelchair: You bet your candy ass it is, Pretty Boy!!

Chris Kennedy You mean to tell me that you are the one responsible for raising this piece of sh*t? This failure is on your hands and it's unacceptable.

*SLAP!!!* Chris Kennedy smacks the crippled old man in the mouth so hard his dentures flies out of his mouth, over the barricade and onto to the ground outside the ring. Chris Kennedy steps back and watches as the angry old cripples face go from red to purple as his daughters start to cry. Chris Kennedy mouths the words "Stand up and fight" before laughing hysterically and rolling back into the ring.

Chris Kennedy Everyone give the piss poor father a STANDING ovation, lord only knows he can't give himself one. In all seriousness though, how can anyone openly admit to being an Alexx fan? Alexx is a tour de force in sexual ambiguity, he is a self expressed ladies man but I still can't determine whether he is Gay, Strait, or trans-gender. Hey, what ever floats you boat, it's not my place to judge. All I can do is simply assess Alexx as a competitor. The only time I have squared off against Alexx was in the Carnal Contendership match, where I entered first and he entered second. We both went pretty far and came face to face several times in that match, the little prick even broke my nose, but It didn't stop me and with my intense anger burning a hole from within my heart, I channeled that anger into pure unrelenting aggression which I unleashed on Alexx, with each fist I delivered to his pretty little face, I struck down upon him with a metaphorical sword of justice, my righteous indignation propelling closer to dominance. The look on that diva's face as I threw him over the top rope, killing his chances of main eventing Back In Business. I didn't eliminate Alexx from Carnal Contendership just to let him win at Back In Business, not that the little prick has much of a chance anyway.

Like everyone else in this match, Alexx is pulling double-duty, only his other match will be quite grueling. He will be in a triple-threat match with Carmine and Princeton. Do you honestly think that either of those men are going to leave Princeton in any condition to leave the ring still standing? There is no way Alexx will be 100% going into the Elimination Chamber, and for a match like that you need to be 110%, which I will be because I enter this match fresh faced and completely free of any pre-existing battle fatigue. Most of the other men in this match can not say the same, especially Alexx who has to go through Carmine, Princeton, Anthony, Rebel, Charon and ME, all in one night. To win the Golden Opportunity, It's going to take more than greasing up your abs and blowing kisses at underage sluts and overweight whores. Alexx, you might have had a shot at this if you hadn't recently become North American champion but thats the road you chose, my friend. You have made your bed and now you must lay in it.

I will say this about Alexx, he certainly does prove that the good looking ones are also the stupidest. He is trying to get inside the head of Cameron Cross, but why? Why create more problems that aren't necessary? For all of his talk of being a ladies man, Why does he have to kidnap women? He's an odd duck, that's for sure. Some North American champion he is also, he really represented at the Super Show, displaying an impressive performance against Anthony. And to think he was only 9th Circled 3 times. I am noticing a trend here, I have beaten Anthony and I am stuck in a match with Anthony and a lot of people that CAN'T beat Anthony, which by default makes me some sort of god amongst men here.

After mentioning Anthony, Kennedy pauses for a moment and the crowd starts chanting "Anthony! Anthony! Anthony!", Kennedy looks visibly frustrated and then just chuckles to himself for a moment

Chris Kennedy You know I am sick to death of hearing about Anthony. Since my arrival to this federation he has been the one person who I have wanted to silence but never got a chance to until recently. I don't buy into his hype and neither should anyone else for that matter. Anthony is a parasite comfortably nestled in the lower intestines of the FWA.
I look at Anthony, and I see the biggest cockroach in a devision full of other cockroaches. The Artist Formerly known as The Devils Apprentice still doesn't address me with the respect I deserve, still under the impression that he is better than me by any means. You see, Anthony, you may have an easy day at work when you are putting away jobbers like Jibade Jones, The Rebel Badass, and PAJ, but what happened when you stepped into the ring with a real man such as The Astonishing Chris Kennedy? Exactly. Your title reign may look good on paper, until you consider the fact that you have never EVER in your entire career defeated anyone of relevance. It's easy never losing a title when your only competition is a devision full of jobbers, curtain jerkers and wannabes.


When I first came to the FWA I asked Matthew Robinson for a shot a the FWA TV title, to which Robinson politely declined. I promised him I would beat you if I just got a shot. Robinson looked at me and said "I know you would. You are too good for the midcard, Kennedy. I'm putting you right at the top!"
So I never got a chance to prove to the world what an astonishing TV champion I would have been, but no matter, I still needed to prove that if I couldn't BE the tv champion I could at least BEAT the tv champion and that's why I personally asked FWA management for a non-title match against you, Anthony. And you brought as much swagger as a cabbage patch kid. You will always bring up beating The Bad Ass but you never mention your humiliating loss to Chris Kennedy. I understand that, the fact you CAN NOT beat me takes away any credibility you may have in any match I am also involved in.

Just like last month when I eliminated Anthony at Aces High, Just like a few weeks ago when I beat Anthony on fight Night, I personally eliminate Anthony inside that ring and walk out of the Elimination Chamber with a Golden Opportunity, because I have already proven that I am the best man for the job. However, all the wins I have racked up, all the momentum I have built means absolutely nothing if I don't beat every single person in that Elimination Chamber. I'm not just going to win, I am going to make it my own personal mission to beat every other opponent. First I will make short work of Rebel, then the next to go down will be Alexx, then I am going to lock Anthony in The Kennedy curse and make him tap out, THEN I am going to nail that masked lunatic Charon with his second Bittersweet Chin Symphony, only this time I will succeed in separating his skull from his spinal column. Since last year the common belief was that Chris Kennedy is the future of the FWA. Well I said it then and I am saying it again....The FUTURE is upon us, and you are all witnessing the dawn of The Age Of Kennedy, the beginning of The Astonishing Era and the start of The Kennedy Administration. This is my night, all you sad nobodies should rejoice in the fact that you were even part of it.

Chris Kennedy drops his mic and shoots the crowd a peace sign and a condescending grin as his theme music plays over the PA system and he rolls backwards over the top rope and out of the ring, waving to the crowd that despises him as he heads up the ramp and into the back.

[Killswitch]

A Championship Edition:

The scene starts and we are shown a broadcast center. The walls are white and very simple, nothing hangs from them. The camera then moves around the room and we see a desk. On the desk are two titles. The both say FWA Undisputed Tag Team Champions. They both have name plates and one of them says Andrew Johnson and the other says Dan Ward. The camera keeps looking at the desk and nothing moves, then out from the back comes Aut Pax Aut Bellum. Dan has a black suit on with a blue tie and Andrew has the same on but with a red tie. They both have smiles from ear to ear. They sit down and adjust their ties and look at the camera. Dan then picks up papers and taps them on the desk and he begins to talk.

Dan: Welcome to the newest show “The Championship Edition.” On this show we take your calls and emails and we respond to them. Sometimes you might like them and other times you might not, but you will not know our answers unless you send something in so do it!

Dan smiles and Andrew looks at the camera and he begins to speak.

Andrew: You see we did this show because well, we are bigger than god, and we needed our own show! People love looking at our faces, and hell the FWA needed more numbers on the ratings side so we threw our names in the hat, and hell they didn’t really like it but we pretty much run Fight Night so they had absolutely no choice.

They both smile, when the phone starts to ring. Dan then presses a button.

Randy from Boston: Hi…this…is…Rand…*buzz*

Dan: Well sir your phone isn’t working. So, if you want to get on the show try again then maybe we will talk to you but until then don’t try again.

Michael from New York: Hey guys! I must say that you guys suck. And I hope at Back in Business Devin Golden and Ashley O’ Ryan beat you!

Andrew and Dan look at each other and shake their heads.

Andrew: Really? Well, that’s fine we are all entitled to opinions and that is yours sir. But the problem with your logic is this. Ashley O’ Ryan and Devin Golden have not been together for months while us have been champions for two years *Andrew taps his title.* So you see we have the advantage in that area. Yes, you want them to beat us because you are sick and tired of us holding these titles, but hell we make them look good. And also sir, we are too damn good, and we are better than O’ Ryan and Golden, and we will prove that when it comes time.

Dave from Chicago: Hey guys! What do you think about O’ Ryan becoming the partner of Devin Golden?

Andrew is about so speak but Dan holds his hand up and he begins to speak.

Dan: I will handle this one Andrew. Your question can be answered in a couple ways Dave. You see to be honest I was surprised that O ‘Ryan came out. We both didn’t think it would happen, hell we had heard rumors that Golden wanted a shot at the titles again. He felt like he was cheated out of them before and he thought that he could win them. Which he won’t, but I digress. Anyways, when he came out at the Anny show and started blabbing we knew we had to do something so that is what we did. Then we saw Ashley come from the crowd and I didn’t know what to do but hell it works. Golden was burned by him once and I think he will be burnt by him yet again. So to answer your question we are happy that he is Golden’s partner because we cannot wait to beat him down yet again.

*Beep.* Andrew looks down and he sees an email.

Andrew: Wow our first email!

DevinGolden#1Fan@************.c om: “Devin Golden is going to beat you guys down! I love him and think that he is the greatest! And hell Gold is in his name so he is going to need to have gold around his waist!”

Andrew: Well, that is an oxymoron. A Devin Golden fan, you must not have been watching the FWA for some time. You see he turned his back against you fans, something that we did but we did it with class. We didn’t do what he did. We didn’t take a title and set it on fire. You see that is the difference between us and Devin. We would never do that because we have respect for the people that came before us and we will have respect for the people that will come after us. You see when Golden did that he lost all of the respect that he had from us. Right then he showed us that he doesn’t care about the business. Now, hell we hate you fans too and we will always show it. We don’t hide from that fact and we never will. But Golden toyed with your hearts and then he stomped on them and that makes him a loser. That makes him someone that doesn’t need to be talked about that doesn’t need to be respected and from us he never will be. Yes, right now I’m trying to make him look like the bad guy but that is what he is. And I am going to call a spade a spade. I just don’t see how you guys can still have that one ounce of respect for him when we don’t get any. We get looked at as the team that cheats that steals, that shouldn’t be around. Yes, it might be true in some ways but we deserve respect, we have been going at this for some time now but yet you fans hate us and always will and I just don’t quite understand it sometimes. Sorry for the rant but it was well deserved.

Johnny from Los Angeles: You guys don’t deserve respect because you guys are nothing but punks! The Great Siege is lame, and you guys are as well. You deserve all the boos that you get and I’m one of them fans that will always boo you. And hell you don’t deserve this show because all you have been doing is making fun of the fans and I’m pretty sure that is the reason that you are getting booed!

Dan takes the phone and rips it out of the wall and throws it. Andrew takes the computer and shuts it down. They both then get serious looks on their faces.

Dan: That’s it no more calls. Johnny, you say we don’t deserve respect, well buddy you don’t know what you are talking about. Everyone that has called and emailed us has taken shots at us, so you guys deserve to get a little mud thrown back at you. We are going to take any more calls because we are sick and tired of trying to defend ourselves. I want to take all of you back to a few years ago when we took the titles from Gabby and Jenny. Everyone thought that it was luck, everyone thought that Jenny and Gabby were done and that we were just in the right spot at the right time. Well, that might be true but when you look at the history from that time until now you can see how we grew as a team. As soon as we won those titles we went 532 days without losing a tag team match. We stayed undefeated and that must have been luck right? It was either luck or everyone that we faced was over the hill. But then you would have thought that someone would have figured us out sooner rather than lately but nobody did. Yes, we finally did lose to Anthony and Duke Drazin. But the one constant was that we kept the titles all the way until now. When the titles are on the line we become a different animal, no one can beat us and no one will beat us not even this team that has just gotten back together.

Dan then rips his tie off and you can see that he is getting pumped up.

Andrew: Another thing is that we never get respect. I know I have said that before, but it is true. All the FWA locker room is talking about the former champions Ashley O’ Ryan and Devin Golden. They have held the World Title so they must be better than APAB. Well, that might be true but those title reigns were nothing. Ashley O’ Ryan has held the most titles in the history of the FWA, he was part of Vodka and Venom one of the best teams ever, so he must be better than APAB. Devin Golden held the X-Title longer than anyone; he is the ultimate underdog so he must be better. That’s all we have heard and I’m sick of it. The problem with these arguments is that we have held these titles for the longest reign ever in the FWA, hell even longer then Matt Boudreau and I guess that is nothing to scoff at. These titles could have been taken time after time from us but nothing ever happened. These titles are now imprinted on our bodies and they will never leave us. No matter who we are up against we beat them and we always will.

Voice Over Guy: We need to take calls guys, can we get the phone plugged in?

Andrew and Dan shake their heads.

Dan: No. It is not going to happen. We are on a roll here and we are going to stay that way, we don’t need any damn fans calling us.

Dan just looks at the room and shakes his head again.

Dan: O’ Ryan and Golden you are the team that had us against the ropes. The titles were almost in your hands but we took them from you. We beat you in an Empty Arena Match, one of the biggest matches of our lives, but at Back in Business it will fail in comparison. It would have been just another match but Golden had to step it up just a little bit. He had to say that he would become the first member of The Great Siege on CrossFire and that is what made us want to do it. The Great Siege needs to go because the FWA is finally realizing how big we actually are. At the Anny show that is what happened, we took on some of the best and we beat them. We took them out and the fans and the FWA started to see that we mean business. Everything we have done has become something big. Drew Jolson being kidnapped, Gabby winning the title were goals that we set at the begging of this thing. Now it is for us to move on to CrossFire and take it over. Then the FWA truly can become ours. Golden, you are either bright or stupid in doing this because you could be that Anti-Hero that becomes a Hero or you can become another pawn in our war against the FWA. Yes, the NWO started a war against WcW and that didn’t work but this one will and hell it has started to work, and when you become the inaugural member on CrossFire it will grow even more.

Andrew takes his tie off and he gets a serious look on his face.

Andrew: O’ Ryan you made the biggest mistake of your long career when you came back this time. You want to hold on to that last moment of glory and that is by beating us. You know your time is ticking away but you are too damn stubborn to walk away. Everyone thought that you would when you left the first time but no you came back and you started a fight with us. And guess what it is going to end here, we will end your career and we will make you look dumb for coming back. Yes, you want the titles and all of these fans that have called and emailed want you to have them, but guess what we are going to play spoiler these titles mean way too much to us and we are not going to have some punks come and take them from us. So guess what Golden buy your Great Siege shirt because after the biggest PPV in the history of the FWA you are going to need it. CrossFire and hell the FWA will not be the same after this show and you are going to be the first domino to fall.

Dan: We are and always will be the best team to ever grace a FWA ring, and The Great Siege is taking over and at Back in Business it will continue because we are The Great Siege, we are Aut Pax Aut Bellum and hell we are GREATNESS…

Andrew: …And we are about to pass you by!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dan and Andrew grab their titles and raise them high. Then the camera pans out and we can see the name of the show on the desk. Instead of FWA Presents it is blacked out and it says The Great Siege. Dan and Andrew then walk in front of the desk and sit next to it and nod their heads. As the camera fades you can hear someone say:

???: Oh it will happen…