Promo Thread Back in Business VI

[Minstrel of Chaos]

Jack Severino walks across an empty construction site with Karolina Kuiek by his side. She clings to his side, jumping at the slightest moving shadow. The reason they were in this place was what had her on edge. Jack just calmly strides with purpose, ignoring his companion's apprehension with a scowl on his face. He thinks to himself that she was never this jumpy when Michael was still alive. The cold of the site was beginning to bite at him, even though it was nearing the end of spring. It was nearing midnight and the person he had received the invitation from said he would be here at that time. This Charon had a definite flare for the dramatic, that was sure. He honestly wondered if the man had the same previous profession as his last victim, Servin. It wasn't really all that important at the moment, as what was said in the letter of invitation had been eating away at his curiosity. The letter had stated that he'd 'be extracting payment from him for services rendered'. He couldn't quite understand what exactly Charon may have done for him that he couldn't have just done himself. His alarm on his wristwatch went off, alerting him that it was midnight.

Charon: And thus the 'Witching Hour' arrives, wherein the unnatural becomes commonplace. It is the time where the dead return to exact payment upon the living for their grievances. And believe me, Jack, many will await you upon their deaths. Even the great anarchist must answer the call of the grave some day.

Charon steps from behind a nearby pillar, his pale white mask standing out against the pitch black surrounding him. Karolina jumps away and behind her lover, hoping to use him as a shield. Charon leans nonchalantly against the pillar he appeared from, seeming to take a casual stance toward the man who turned traitor to all who thought they held his leash.

Jack: I'll deal with that so-called law when it comes calling for me. That speech would have held more meaning if we were standing in a graveyard. Just why did you decide to meet me here of all places?

Jack states this as he makes a wide arcing motion to indicate the half finished construction. His expression is one of annoyance, but a hint of interest is sparking in his eyes. Karolina just continues to fidget, clenching his shirt as she stares at the masked man who had killed her former lover.

Charon: It would seem that you would be correct, if that were the point I was trying to make. The point I wished to make has more to do with what we are standing on, Mr. Anarchist.

At hearing that, Jack gets a look of sarcasm. He waits for the mysterious man to answer.

Charon: It would seem you lack the foresight to realize your surroundings and the signs posted. That will get you in trouble someday, if it hasn't already.

Jack hears a giggle behind him, before turning to glare at Karolina, which promptly shuts her up. He then turns back to Charon with a look of anger directed toward him.

Jack: I didn't come out here to be insulted, you masked freakshow.

Charon shakes his head before decidedly answers the irate man.

Charon: A foundation would be the correct answer. The basic necessity of making something last throughout the ages. A strong, solid foundation. I have been creating a foundation over the last two years, which led to me killing Michael Servin, viciously attacking various members of the Crossfire Roster, and declaring Gabrielle as nothing more than a charlatan posing as divinity. These things have been laying the foundation for something I have been setting up since before I even stepped foot in the FWA. What do you know of the arts of darker arcane nature, Mr. Severino?

Jack looks taken aback at the question before shrugging his shoulders with a lost look on his face, indicating he hasn't the slightest idea what Charon is talking about.

Jack: I just thought it was fairy tale BS. Why? What does that have to do with what your doing? Don't tell me you believe in that hocus pocus BS.

Charon's shoulders can be seen shaking mirthfully at Jack's commentary on the supernatural. A cold wind blows through the site, causing both Jack and Karolina to shiver slightly. Karolina doesn't just shake from the frigid air though, as a look of recognition passes in her eyes.

Charon: That is amusing, Jack. People often try to deny the supernatural because they don't understand the power it holds over them. There are things in this world Jack, that are beyond the comprehension of mortal men such as yourselves. I can not even claim to know all of the world's mysteries, but this once I will show you a demonstration. A little explanation though would be appropriate, seeing as it would be best for you to know what I am asking of you. You see, one uses symbols to strengthen many aspects and direct the energies of magic. These symbols can be locations, objects, people, animals, times, and even actions. These are all to direct and empower the spells you are trying to cast. Now you see, this place is where I wish to enter into a contract with you. You see, I have taken care of Michael Servin for you. I have taken his existence from this mortal coil, but I require something you possess to complete my plans.

Jack looks at Charon like he is a madman spouting off nonsense, but decides to humor the lunatic as he chuckles at him.

Jack: And what would that be you psycho? You almost sound like Blaq Lightning spouting off about his being a superhero.

The masked sadist just laughs at Jack's disbelief. He pushes off the concrete pillar, before continuing on and answering the traitor's question.

Charon: I require your presence, is all Jack. My payment I ask for is that you attend my little battle with Gabrielle. That is all. I have this ticket, ringside, that I'd like you to have. I know that you're retired, but consider it a like witnessing my next execution. I just want you to appreciate what you have wrought upon the FWA. And I promise you that it will be a night you'll remember for the rest of your life.

Charon holds out his hand, showing Jack a set of tickets for Betrayal. Jack takes them and sees that there are three of them. Apparently one for each of his women as well as himself.

Jack: And that's all? How is this considered a 'spell'?

He uses his fingers to make quotation marks as he says the word with a sarcastic and disbelieving tone.

Charon: I never said I was casting a spell, I just said I wanted to enter into a contract with you, Jack. That's all that you need to be aware, for the moment at least. Consider this section of the conversation for my benefit as it were. Now I believe our business is concluded here. If you don't mind, I have other matters to attend to this evening, before the hour is out. I would think that the faces of the people you have betrayed haunt your dreams at night, but I know that it will neither bother you, or deter you from doing so again. Still, I wish you a restful sleep.

Jacks just smirks at the man before exitting, not noticing the lingering Karolina as she stares at the masked figure only to have the stare returned. She walks forward, reaching out a hand to the mask of Charon. Charon only stares on as she does. He interrupts her action before she completes it by speaking.

Charon: He's dead you know. The man you once pretended to love is long gone. You saw to that.

Karolina only seems to back away, a look on her face of realizing that she was about to touch a flame.

Karolina- Then why are you using the name Lauren gave him in private?

Charon: It is mere coincidence child. Nothing more than mere coincidence. You look farther than you should. Servin is dead, and he won't be rising from his ashes anytime soon. And soon I'll hold the final key to my well laid foundation. Do not fret though, Karolina, for you have a special place in my bloody house of horrors. For traitors lay in the deepest layer of hell, frozen like the emptiness where their heart once laid. I'll deliver you all to your respective layers, just so you can finally be at peace with your penance.

Karolina backs away slowly, fear growing in her eyes, as she turns to run. As she turns though, she is met by Erim, wearing a comedy tragedy mask, her hair whipping behind her in the wind, as if possessed. Then Karolina feels the cold gazes of the two people, and suddenly she feels the loss of her protector even more. She looked around for Jack but couldn't find him. She almost longed for her former lover, but realized that he was dead. Dead by her own hand. She had drove him to the edge of madness, and now she was left alone with monsters surrounding her. She closes her eyes, and waits for the end, but when nothing arrives, she opens them to find that the two are gone. Tears well up in her eyes, as she continues to kneel there. Jack had left her here to die, but then again, wasn't that why she loved him? She loved the abuse, but did she love it at the cost of herself? She gets up and begins walking toward where Jack had run off to.

As she leaves the duo of darkness reappears as they step from behind their respective pillars. Charon motions for Erim to stand in front of him, and she complies with an almost eager gait. As she stands in front of him, she kneels, and he places his hand upon her head.

Charon: Have the arrangements been made?

The woman merely nods her head before looking up to him. Charon's smile was almost palpable in the air as he spoke his next word.

Charon: Excellent.

Charon walks to the center of where his meeting with Jack had gone down. He uncovers a small stone with a sigil on it by dusting away the sand and silt covering it.

Charon: The contract has been made, and all that remains are the sacrifices. The other members of the elimination chamber shall do nicely. It is unfortunate that I'll have to reveal my hand a little earlier than expected, but I doubt that any of them are able to discern the true agenda I am on in this battle. It will be a shame to put so much potential to waste. They all lack the foresight to truly understand the monster that awaits them in that cage, for all that awaits them is a ferry to hell. They will think that just because I am locked in a cage, that I won't have any tricks up my sleeve. That I won't be able to fool them with hocus pocus. What they fail to realize is that I do not need tricks to defeat them. I am the avatar of death, and the monster that lurks deeps in their subconscious minds. Every child looks under his bed and in his closet for monsters. They look to see if I am lurking there. They show bravado and talk of their achievements, when truly they have accomplished nothing. They all 'want' the chance at a title. They 'want' to be the world champion. And that 'want' is what differs me from them. I don't 'want' the title. I NEED the title, and I will feast on their rotting corpses if it will give me the power to obtain what my master has deigned need of. They say eating the hearts of your enemies gives you some of their power in some cultures' magical lore. I wonder if I can gain the power to accomplish my master's goal if I do?

Charon seems to take a thoughtful stance as he brings a hand to his chin.

Charon: I guess I'll have to find out when I win the chamber. It will be interesting to meet Gabrielle's pet, and see what his soul tastes like.

Charon laughs maniacally as he motions for Erim to rise.

Charon: Come. We have much to do.

[Eyesnsane]

Eyesnsane’s Inferno
The Real or Imagined Ranting's of a Madman…


[The screen is black, it flickers once, then a second time. Then flames cover the entire screen, and suddenly the voice of Eyesnsane is heard. At the same time footage of him working out in the gym is played. He has on a white t-shirt and black jogging pants and white sneakers. He is shown doing various exercises.]

An opportunity; a chance at a chance. I must somehow outlast, and survive being in an elimination match with some of today’s best competitors in the business. I should know, because for weeks I’ve had to listen to everybody tell me how good they are. How well a brawler like Rebel should do, with all his experience. They how difficult it will be to put Charon down because of his fetish for pain. There are plenty of people who praise Anthony, so much so that he’s a favorite to win.

[The shot quickly jumps out to some footage…]

James grabs Rebel by the hair and lifts up the dented hood of the car and places Rebel under the hood and then slams the hood on top of him! Rebel collapses onto the ground and James covers him 1....2...3! The match is over at the 9.18 mark.

Winner: James "Eyesnsane" Hughes

James bloody but victorious gets his arms raised as a seething Juan storms off as Anthony looks on but eventually walks away as the match ends.

[The shot quickly jumps to Eyesnsane in the gym again, as his voice resumes once more…]


Beating Alexx probably helped him make a case for being able to win it. Alexx, a man who never met a mirror he did not like, a man who on this night will be exposed as lucky, smart, or maybe, just maybe he’s really that good. Oh, and we had better not forget to talk about the FWA’s own resident millionaire playboy. Chris Kennedy, a man who talks so much, his own father said somebody should shut his mouth, a man who can out talk Drazin, a man who has yet to hold an FWA title. Yet we are force fed a bunch of crap about him being the future of the FWA. Hey Chris, last time I checked, they don’t put your name in the record books for injuring people, or being Gabrielle’s lapdog. All I hear is about there hero, Anthony, how it’s finally Kennedy’s time, that this will be the turning point for Rebel, and that this night will be the night Alexx matures, in the ring. So, I should say something about myself right? Because it’s quite obvious, nobody knows who I am, and what I’m about. Unlike Charon and Chris, I have not only held a FWA title, but I am going down as the best Young Lion champion ever, I has did exactly what I said I would all those months ago. I restored glory to this title, and elevated it past and former level it once held, which was solidified last week, when I beat the X-division champion. Yeah, Anthony may have beaten Alexx, but he also managed to lose his TV tile belt in the process, and since we’re talking about those two, let’s not forget; I beat Anthony, who beat Alexx, by pinning Rebel. However, nobody wants to talk of such things, and do you know why? I’ll tell you, it’s because I represent a scary future, one not as predictable as Kennedy, one not as detached as Charon, one not as heroic as Anthony, or as pretty as Alexx, and well let’s just face reality, Rebel’s career is going down quicker than Denise Mililani in Mathew Robinson’s office!

[The shot fades out to black, then after a brief moment. The scene opens in what looks like an office with Eyesnsane, wearing some blue jeans and a black Over the Edge shirt, and lying back on a couch…]


Eyesnsane: I keep having this same dream over and over again. I stuck in this place, and it’s not till I figure out what the worst sins of the business are, that I start to get it, and how they represent the different challenges I’ll soon face. At least, that’s what I got so far dock…..

[The footage seems to be shot from the point of view of where the doctor should be, and as the shot zooms out it suddenly jumps to the arena. Where we see Eyesnsane, shadow boxing in his locker room. The room is empty except for him, he has on no shirt, and black pants, and black boots. Then his voice is heard as this footage continues…]



Eyesnsane: What can I say, about these men I will face tonight? What can I say that has not already been said? What possible statement could I make that the North American and TV tiles don’t? What do you say bout the first ever Young Lion champion and only man on the books to hold it twice? What do you say about the man who took down the champion goddess? What’s left to say about the man who constantly speaks of himself? Some of these men, I know better than others. Like all of you, I am given a healthy dose of there names, we are updated constantly on who they are and what they do. I can say that I have learned something from these men over the last couple of weeks, since this match was announced. I took a long, good look at each of these individuals, because after all; how can you hope to beat somebody you don’t get, someone you don’t understand. I have not, and will not take this match lightly.

[The scene then quickly jumps to Eyesnsane, lying on the couch again.]


Eyesnsane: Did you know that pride can lead to your downfall? I can’t help but wonder if Alexx understands that pride is a desire to be more attractive than others and excessive love of self. Now I don’t for a second know how far his looks have been able to get him, but I do know this is not a beauty contest. It does not matter how sexy you think you are. It does not matter how other people think you look. Alexx, your looks will not reverse a move, they won’t break a submission hold, and they might not be so good after this match, especially if your face should be raked along the chamber wall. You had better realize, and quickly the seriousness of this match tonight. In the end, it’s all about what you do out there; not how you look doing it.

[The scene jumps to Eyesnsane in his locker room, he is standing in front of a mirror and fastening his belt, in preparation for the upcoming match.]

Eyesnsane: Speaking of what one does, or does not do. Consider this for a moment, sloth is a five letter word, and Rebel is a containing five letters. Two very different words, however I will demonstrate that they in fact mean the same thing. Sloth is a failure to utilize ones talents and gifts. So you see there can be no doubt that I have just described Rebel, we know he has talent, he proved this in the beginning, becoming the first man to hold the Young Lion title, after losing it, he won it back again. Clearly the man has talent. Now over the years, he’s had plenty of time and opportunities, yet no tag title reigns, and no other single titles either. It’s gone so badly, instead of trying harder, he’s now running around talking about how

[An excerpt from a recent interview flashes on to the screen as if to illustrate the point being made.]

My Last Series of Matches were for the TV title and now I'm not even a factor I’m just an abortion of abominations again peoples opinions of me don’t matter but hell do something with me.

you think this is my only option I could easily Jump to the LOW and take the Real Young Lions title with me you can call who ever you want Champ in that division but truth be told that belt never left my hands I still have it and you guys will never get it its mine that’s my division.

to end this little rant do something with me I ain't asking much either book me like you give a shit or trade me to Cross Fire.

[The shot fades back into the scene of Eyesnsane lying on the couch once more.]

Really, you did not step up and beat Anthony, so now you want a trade, you want to quit, and if you think for one minute you’d be taking my title anywhere, you’re more delusional than Charon.

[The scene then jumps back to the locker room where Eyesnsane is now wrapping his wrists with tape, while standing in front of his open locker. Once again we begin to hear his voice.]

Eyesnsane: Now I may be crazy, but at least I’m in control of my own actions. Some people can become so diluted they get to a point where they lose themselves. A shrink told me that one time. Anyway, Charon is at least a bit interesting. Charon likes to play games, you know like hide and seek memory and guess who? While he runs around acting like a man obsessed with revenge for something that happened to his alter ego. Charon, it is obvious you are consumed by wrath, which are your uncontrolled and inordinate feelings of hatred and anger. You’ve spiraled so far out of control that you no longer know who you are, or what you are for that matter, but I will tell you. Charon is the mask, it has become a person from which you strike, you feel it gives you an advantage, and a degree of safety. However it has done the complete opposite, it has made you vulnerable, and fragile. You see, you’re at a point were you need that mask, you need that persona you’ve created for yourself, because surely one of you realizes as soon as you no longer have it, you will no longer be relevant, you’ll no long be the same force you have attempted to be all this time. You say people will be surprised at what’s behind the mask; you say people will be shocked. I know it’s not really a big deal, because I know what lies behind that little mask of yours. Nothing more than a fractured psyche, that is desperately seeking attention and help; devoid or otherwise incapable of maintaining your emotional stability.

[This time he is sitting up, on the couch. At first his hands are in his head with his face toward the floor, and then he suddenly looks up and toward the camera, as his voice is heard again…]

Eyesnsane: Anthony hah, what a difference a year makes! I remember this time last year very well, don’t you? Remember, how you told me I was not ready, how the opportunities I had been given were too much, too soon. How you were trying to help me, and how I reminded you of yourself. You know I could not really figure it out at first. You wanted neither to be my friend, or my enemy. Yet every time I turned around there you were. I talk to Riley or Mauler, you show up; I talk to Mountain Rush, and there you are. It was like you were in my pocket.


[The scene jumps to him in the locker room again. Now he’s not facing the camera, but instead is standing in front of a poster on the wall. He is looking up at an Over the Edge poster, he then puts a towel around his neck, his voice resumes…]

Then it hit me, you envy me! You see it took me a minute to get it, you know how you just started to pop up after my first string of wins, as I was getting closer and closer to the title I now have. The more I thought back on it, the more obvious it became. You saw right away, how good I am, you could see how good I would go on to become. See you were going to quit, because you’d had a rough year, oh and you could not really be yourself, you had to become Anthony, instead of embracing your true nature, your true self. All the while watching me take off, as you had not done in your first year. Sure, you beat me to go on and become the TV champion; just as I have gone on to claim the prize you sought for a year prior to winning your title, in a matter of a few months. The fact is, you doubted yourself then, and in spite of all that you have accomplished to this point; that self doubt is still there like a 500lb gorilla sitting on your back. You envy me, because I have never had those doubts, and never will, because I don’t have to pretend to go out there and be what the people want me to be. You envy me because in less time than it took you to raise your level of success, I have done so. If nothing else, that look on your face a couple of weeks ago, when I beat you, said it all.

[The scene jumps back to the office, where it almost appears as Eyesnsane is somewhere between tears and laughter. He is rocking back and forth a bit, and then suddenly as if struck by something, he becomes deadly serious, and once again his voice can be heard…]


Eyesnsane: Excessive desire and pursuit of wealth, status, and power. I know the first thing that comes to my mind after hearing that is Chris Kennedy, but really it’s the definition of greed. You know, I’m surprised it lasted this long. I mean sure I understand the perks of him being in the Siege; they just sit back and pass Gabrielle around like a joint. He gets to carry the weight of that whole group of retirees on his shoulders, while getting to stay just below the glass ceiling. This is the path a man chooses, who speaks so often of destiny. Chris runs his mouth so much about having everything and being everything, it’s a wonder he can get that ego in the door of the locker room. Sure Chris, you won a few matches, but we all do that. Do you think somebody cares that you simply put, Creed and Johnson out of there misery? Come on you’re a bit smarter than that, what is it Chris a freshmen slump or has Gabrielle sucked the brains right out of your head? You know, you can talk, and talk, and talk as long as the day is, you can buy clubs, cars, and people. Hell you can even buy your very own version of the million dollar belt and prance around with it! However in the end, what does it mean, what do you have left? Now, I know this will be hard for you to comprehend, but you’re left with the things money can’t buy. You run your mouth about taking people out, you make me sick. How about you finally do something in this business that will be remembered, like, like September 18th 2010, when a guy you like to talk about crippling named Creed won the FWA title, or November 2nd 2008, when Bullseye won the North American title for the second time. Hell and before you go shooting off your mouth about my Young Lion championship, which I won on January 24th this year, remember a little something you silver spoon sucking punk. You’re the only bastard in your little bunch of sour grapes you call a group to not win a damn thing. Cause there ain’t no list for broken promises, ******** talking, unfulfilled potential, or shattered dreams. So, far the only long list you happen to be on is the list of people that know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a goddess!


[Eyesnsane steps out of the locker room and is in the back hallway, there are some security guards around. Various staff members and crew members passing by, some stop taking notices of his slightly different appearance. Eyesnsane still has the towel wrapped around his neck, but had applied a burgundy robe as well, as he proceeds down the hall, somebody yells out a question…]





Person: What makes you think you’re going to win?

Eyesnsane: You know what, m********************! I’m not going to win because having the golden opportunity will make me look better, or because I’m such a conceded bastard that I think me being the winner would make the FWA look better. It won’t be because the fans are screaming my name while everybody in the back is pulling for me. It won’t be because I think everything is supposed to be handed to me, because I’m a spoiled brat who feels entitled to everything, and has a temper tantrum when I don’t get my way. Not because I think I can be a champion, because I hang out in bars with some of them, or because I keep looking at my career through beer goggles. Nor am I pretending to be some kind of knock off riddler, who only wants to hurt the world, because mommy and daddy did not pay him enough attention growing up. I’m going to win this match and then go on to become the first man to cash in the opportunity and win, because I train each and everyday for this business; because I live, eat and sleep the FWA. Because I am ready, willing and able to fight, not just tonight, not just every pay per view, not just every so often or when it suites me, but each day and every minute. Because I am a man driven to succeed, because no matter what anybody says, or thinks. I can, and I will be a great champion!

[Eyesnsane turns away, and walks down the hallway…]

[Stratusphere]

Money in the bank
Elimination Chamber
James “Eyesane” Hughes VS Anthony VS The Rebel Bad Ass VS Charon VS “The Astonishing” Chris Kennedy VS Alexx

Believe it

Part A: Work in progress (Alexx)

An old video of Alexx is show to the screen. It’s Alexx arrival to the FWA, he walks to the ring and starts talking about his beauty and his talent and how everyone is ugly, that they all are jealous of his beauty, that he is a sex symbol, being able to land the cover of PlayGirl. The scene pauses and the camera zooms out to Alexx watching himself in his living room in a black velvet robe. Alexx sneezes and dries a tear off his right eye. Alexx is lying on the side on his white couch.

Alexx: Wow! It’s been so long! It’s been a so long journey… I worked so hard to come this far and now it’s finally here! Finally, the time has come! It’s about time that I get my chance to the FWA championship… actually, I am chasing a first chance to a championship, actually a real chance that I deserve. I have been working my butt off through the years to get higher in the ladder that is FWA. I took everything people told me, and left it all on the side, people telling me that I shouldn’t be in here. That I shouldn’t a FWA superstar, that I only make a fool of myself, that I create a bad reputation for FWA, but I’ve worked through it… I took everything I had put it to build myself up, I was becoming stronger, I learned through the years… Every time I step in the ring, I learned from the time before…. And that’s how I became X Champion for the first time! But it was a fluke, it was only to make me happy, I was stripped of it really fast, I was crowned to put the title on someone as the FWA management decided who between Wolf and Darnell were more worthy… But, it wasn’t over for poor little Alexx, I kept on working hard, I met some people to help me push myself to the top, like Thomas Princeton who actually gave me my first chance to have a shot to the World Championship, but I wasn’t worthy of it. I didn’t deserved it, but I knew that someday, that spot would be mine… So, I kept on going, and got a deserved X championship reign and I showed everyone what I was going to do, that I was ready for more, I was a total dominant champion… But I changed my sights to the North American Championship, where I surprised everyone! I won that championship when no one believed in me! The same night, I showed even more of Alexx being the second longest lasting superstar in Carnal Contendership entering second and getting eliminated as sixteenth! That surprising night made me eligible for the Money in the bank… and now… it’s my time to shine… I’ve worked so much to get this opportunity, and I won’t let it go away… After fighting through so much, I am ready to step up to the world champion and come to his face and rip the World championship off his hands…. I have progressed so much through the years, and I believe that I am ready and most importantly, I know the FWA universe is ready to finally accept the inevitable, that the beauty always wins… That it’s the truth, it’s no fairy tales, they can believe whatever they want, but the truth is that I am going to be champion soon, and that I am in the championship picture to stay there… I will be a great reigning, champion… but I have to win the Money in the bank elimination chamber match, so I can have my match for the championship and finally prove to the world that I am not only a loud mouth pretty face, that I am a loud mouth hot bombshell that is world champion too…

The scene fades out as Alexx sneezes again.

Part B: Karma is a… (Chris Kennedy)

This new scene starts in the woods where a purple tent is built with a blue mist surrounding it. The camera zooms into the tent to reveal Alexx with a red turban and a white drape-y vest with a round table in front of him with a shiny blue nape with a crystal ball with blue lightning in it.

Alexx: Ouhhhhh! Come here and let’s see what’s in store for the future! Ouhhhh! I see something, actually, I see the past…. I see Carnal Contendership… I see myself bringing my hand to Chris Kennedy’s face… and I can see his nose being broken in slow motion. Again and again. The spirits are telling me that something happened through this nose breaking that was a message from the gods! Oh, I know… Don’t piss me off!! Didn’t you get the message when we were in the ring one against the other on Carnal Contendership, get out of my way before I go berserk! I restrained myself last time, I was able to control myself, but I had to break your nose, you were getting in the way and you didn’t get all the message I tried to send you when I was sending you over the top rope… But NOOOOOO! And after, you dare to challenge me to a match at Back to Business for MY North American Championship; it’s not my fault if you are on the wrong show! Plus, it’s not my fault that you aren’t worthy of any championship opportunity on YOUR show, but don’t mess with me! And now you get your “fair” shot at me, even though you can’t get any way near my North American Championship, and you stand ONCE again in my way? You should be scared; if I were you I would feel so small in my shorts! If I can break your nose only because you won’t go over the top rope, imagine what I can do to you if you don’t want to quit the match via pin or submission!!

Alexx throws his magic crystal ball.

Alexx: And you might’ve been lucky enough to be able to get me off the apron, but I was only distracted… I was proud of where I was in the ring and I just got rid of Charon, the big monster of Charon, crazy moron: Charon! This time I won’t be unfocused, I know what’s at stake! I know that you came to the match for the same reason as I did! You came to have your money in the bank moment, but you’ll have to wait in line! ‘Cuz this is my time! It’s my time to shine, it’s my time to be on top, and it’s my time for the victory! I am the next in line for the contendership, I know that you just used a walkthrough to get in the Elimination Chamber. I was feeling bad for breaking your nose in the ring, so I could’ve easily throw you out of the ring, but I wanted you to calm down and have your fair chance, it would’ve been easy with you blinded in pain!... Don’t mess with something you can’t handle… And if you do something wrong to me, in this match you will pay it times more… you can call it karma… or you can call me karma!

Alexx stares deep in the camera as it zooms out of the tent as it fades out.

Part C: Thank You…(Anthony)

This new scene opens up in a simple white room with no furniture in it exception of the Sexxitant Superstar: Alexx. The current North American Champion is lying down on the floor, breathing deeply wearing white pants and shirt…

Alexx: So, last time was a test? Last week’s match against Anthony was a test for me to see if I could handle him in the Elimination Chamber… Guess I can’t?

Alexx quickly sits.

Alexx: Well, you guessed wrong! I can easily kick his butt; I can easily get rid of him! Last time he only beat me with an inch of a hair. He got lucky, but this loss reminded me that I can be stopped! The last few weeks I was on fire, I had beaten pretty much everyone who stood up to me! Everyone who stood against me was all laid on the ground before me! But this time I was the one getting being counted over… You can remember it… Eh, Anthony?

Silence.

Alexx: I hope you recorded the match on your DVR, because it will never, and I dare say never happen again! I want to put the things straight and clear for you, I won’t take a loss for an answer, the only answer I will take is that I am crowned Mr. Money In The Bank 2011! And soon enough I will be called Mr. The World Champion, because I don’t know yet, who I am ready to face yet. And I need to be strong. Never Again will it happen, I won’t be on the ground anymore! I hope the haters are tasted well my last loss, ‘cuz they won’t see another one happen anytime soon… I signed up into FWA to become champion, and I did become X Champion, then X champion again, then I finally taste the North American Championship, but my thirst isn’t over, I still want more and my loss to you Anthony was a wake up call telling me that if I want to be champion I need to work harder on my technique and myself. So, that’s why I am sitting here in a plain white room. Pure! Without any stain! And that’s what I need to do, no stain, no errors, no nothing only victory! Anthony you came to the Elimination Chamber with a fresh victory over me, I know that you’ll be acting cocky and everything, thinking this one will be easy, but let me wipe that stupid smirk off your face. I am going to eat you up… Looking weak is the best thing that could help me to get ready for this match. I need to forget the past and focus on what’s coming. Let the past be, but only the future counts. So there’s the only thing I need to say to you Anthony: Thank You!

Silence.

Alexx: What’s the point of wrestling if there’s no place for challenges…? That’s like in the movies, the hero goes and goes, but falls only to get higher in the end! So, Anthony, Thank you for this gift you gave me, but I won’t be easy on you. I am here to win and you won’t get away. Then, you’ll be able to judge on your own life!

Alexx closes his eyes and the camera fades out.

[COLOR="blue]Part D: Papi… (James Hughes)[/COLOR]

This fourth scene opens up in a forest with a trail were Alexx comes doing jogging with a really short pair of blue shorts with white lines on the side, a huge white headband and a big grey sweatshirt with UQÀM written on it in white, his socks are knees high and he jogs like he has a stick up his butt. This outfit doesn’t advantage the hottest man in FWA. Alexx stops to check his heartbeat.

Alexx: So, every match has his Joe Nobody, and in the Money in the Bank his name is James Hughes, or dare I say Uncle Jamie… I have the feeling when I see him in action, that I see the “Mononcle Cochon” so the Horny Uncle, the uncle trying to be cool and trying to put all the Sex jokes in the Christmas Party. And it’s not his look, his look really doesn’t send this message, but it’s a vibe of how he looks in the ring… Too normal, too generic… Or we can call him generic wrestler number thirty-three… I pretty much feel that when he’s home he looks like I am… and that’s nothing wrong for grandpa trying to stay in shape, but it’s unprofessional! I mean, even his bio on FWA.com will show that he’s generic, his “gimmick” is called the respected opportunist… what does that mean? Well, like I said grandpa trying new stuff and people respect him for trying new stuff ‘cuz it looks good for him… But let’s be clear, anything you try this week against me in the Elimination Chamber will be a risk against me, you are going against something you can’t chew papi! Especially since those aren’t real! Anything you will try against me will be completely destroyed for you if that’s too opportunist for you! Sorry, but I need to be convinced, I don’t respect everyone, you need to earn it… and you’ll earn it when you learn what’s good for you…

Alexx starts running standing.

Alexx: But, Ohhh I need to be impressed, he was Young Lions Champion, ouhhhh! I am scared… Is it an accomplishment, it was probably to go further in their career that the previous owner dropped it to him… But let’s not laugh Papi has few black belt, well that happens when you are retired, you have a lot of time in hands, if you know your kata you can pass to the next level as for the fighting contest it’s easy to be a five years old little girl no? Or maybe it’s like an honorific belt, like the ones the universities gives to some celebrities even though they are illiterate… So, as long as I keep of his grass and don’t throw my ball into his backyard, I’m not worried about James Hughes….

Alexx starts running again to the way he came.

Part E: Pity? (Rebel Bad Ass)

Alexx is coming now out of a bar to the streets wearing black leather pants and knees-high military boots and a hole filled shirt. His hair is black in tall spikes and the hottest thing to ever breathe has a huge ring around his bottom lip and he has huge lines of eyeliner surrounding his eyes. He looks disgusted. He grabs his ring, clips it off and throws it away and tries to flatten his hair.

Alexx: I pity you, Rebel Bad Ass! Really? Those kinds of places are your thing? Please, it’s gross and disgusting!... Pretty much like you are actually, but if you knew how to be a real man and dress properly and act properly you may be looked like a potential superstar… For the moment people only see you like a big sack of vomit! But all of this starts with your environment! If you follow my advice you might become a decent human being… unless you like being treated like a fourteenth class citizen… Number one is you need to change your attitude… You’ve always been happy with nothing… For example, you were and still are a loser, you keep on losing, and you were never one you’ll never consider as someone… I mean people pitied you so much that they created a championship just for you, the young lions’ cup… Please, don’t tell me it’s a legitimate championship, you were never able to get a grasp at the X championship, so how in the world could you become Young Lions Champion?

Alexx turns a corner.

Alexx: The FWA management pitied you and wanted to reward you sticking around for so long so they gave you the championship… pretty much for the same reason why you got into the Money in the Bank Elimination Chamber, I don’t see where you fit in the picture, at least all the other ones proved something, that they are worthy to be champion, that they can bring a fight, that they worked their way there… But what did you do? You stayed still… I know it’s been a while since we’ve been near each other, ‘cuz I try as much as I can to look away from trash, but I’m pretty much sure that you’ve been stale! Second advice, change your attitude… wait it’s the same as the first… well you really have an attitude problem! The Satanist idea is so ten years ago, shouldn’t be scared of something, will you tell me about May twenty-first where we were all supposed to die, or will you speak to me about 2012 the year the Maya’s decided that we’ll die, but wait their calendar counted 10 months so it’s passed or it’s in a hundred years… I don’t know I don’t want to count; I’m too pretty to count… All of the apocalyptic character can easily be broker like this!

Alexx stops walking and waits as the lights turns green.

Alexx: When I think about you, I don’t even want to believe you as much as you disgusted me, and discourage me! But like here in Québec we say that our people grew for a small bread, it’s maybe the same thing for you Rebel Bad Ass… You don’t want to be big, you only want to do your job and that’s it… And if you don’t believe in your own chances, the better for me, the victory will be easier! Look at me! I believe in myself, I know that no one can walk up to me without getting a beat down! And if you think you may stand up to me, you only need to know the truth… I will be sitting on you when I eliminate you… I will crush you!

Alexx walks away as the camera stands still.

Part F: Come get me! (Charon)

This new scene opens up with Alexx in a waiting room in a hospital. Alexx is wearing a tight black t-shirt and black jeans. The Sexxitant Superstar is reading a magazine with Kim Kardashian on the cover. Around him are people coughing and sneezing. Alexx closes his magazine and sighs. Alexx looks around.

Alexx: So, it’s where it happens? Death? Well, not actually here, but they pronounce your death, here, in a hospital? All your life goes to end up, in a dump like this, pretty much all of the dead wind up here! And it’s inevitable; it’s incurable, it’s impossible to escape… But somehow, I was able to escape it; I was able to beat it few months ago… Yes, I am talking about you Charon-slash-Death. So, how can you call yourself Death if you leave survivors, and survivors able to beat you… Are we supposed to be scared? Death? Really? You really don’t inspire fear to anyone, especially since you are a big loser, what a classic thing to say, but it’s true, when you lose matches, you are a loser! Death isn’t something to play with, it’s not something you call yourself all the time, you need to inspire fear, you need to make your opponent scared, so scared that they don’t want to step near you, so scared that your matches are all won by forfeit….

Alexx stops and shakes his head a bit.

Alexx: But that’s not who you are, you don’t inspire fear, and you inspire nothing special… You are one of the others, you aren’t surprising anyone, you aren’t feared… Death, is just a name for you… It’s not a life, a purpose; it’s a gimmick that never worked… Yes, you may have destroyed me after our match, but I’m still standing, I never backed down from you and today isn’t the day I will start doing it… I am not scared of you “Death”! I never feared you and why would I fear you, you aren’t doing anything to me! Yes, I had a beat down, but this time it’s different, we are stuck in a , elimination chamber, and I won’t be surprise by your attack, and I’ll use this structure against you, you’ll learn the true meaning of fear… You’ll fear that I go too far against you, but you have good reason to fear it, ‘cuz I won’t stop until that title shot at the World Championship of my choice gets in my hands… Wow! It’s really long waiting for death!

Alexx rolls his eyes and gets to his feet and starts to walk.

Alexx: You want to prove that the Money in the bank is yours Charon, well come and get me! Come show me, that you can be better than anyone… But believe me you won’t go that far in the match… I am to be the most feared superstar between everyone… Charon, really? It was super easy for me to eliminate you in Carnal Contendership, and at that moment I was super tired from the match, this time I will be fresh as a flower, how will it be easy? Believe me, “Death” will be surpassed by beauty once more… like everyone keeps on speaking of Cleopatra and Marilyn’s beauty, well, this hottie will stay tall after the passage of Death!

As Alexx walks through the halls of the hospital the nurses and doctors turn around to see this magnificent beauty that is Alexx.

Alexx: All through history there are a lot of stuff able to go through the years, being able to survive, through their beauty like the Eiffel Tower, the Great Chinese Wall, the Pyramids… and me… I will be known as the tenth wonder of the world, I will always be here… somebody will find the remedy to death to keep my beauty around! See, Death you won’t be coming around… You won’t be able to beat me, I will surpass you!

Alexx leaves the hospital as they call his name.

Part G: There’s your money!

This final scene opens up on Alexx in a bank. Alexx is waiting in line as he sees the camera he starts talking. The beautiful superstar is all suited up with a black lined suite with an orange shirt with the top button open.

Alexx: The moment is now! I will prove to everyone that doubted me that I am Money in the Bank! I have every quality to be Money in the bank, money in the bank needs to surprise the world and what a surprise other than me… I know odds may be against me, but the people would swallow their boos against me when I show them, that beautiful is powerful… Plus, Money in the Bank is a precious jewel in FWA, like I am for the world due mostly to my beauty and great personality. But the most important thing is that I know that I am going to be Money in the bank, the most important part of any plan is to believe in it, when you believe anything is possible, like every Disney movies, but unlike the Disney movie, the ugly one loses and the pretty one wins. When you believe, half the work is done, the other half is to convince all the others that doubted you… The world will soon learn that I won’t be playing in the ring, it will be all business at Back in Business, and the Business will be taken care of when I am the sole survivor of this demon structure…

It’s finally Alexx turn.

Cashier: How can I help you?

Alexx: I want to put money in the bank!

Alexx then jumps on the counter. The cashier doesn’t look comfortable and he looks to be doing something with his left hand. The camera fades out.

The End

[DramaShark]

-------The Goods------

The aroma of cherries and vanilla fills the air inside Dinorah Redgraves bedroom. Her plush pink carpet and matching pink curtains pop out with a rich vibrancy. Several movie posters line the wall, such as The Dark Knight, Pulp Fiction and the original Nightmare On Elm Street. On her California sized king bed her friends Lucy Pinder and Emily Gordon are watching "Desperate Housewives" on the tv opposite the bed.
Dinorah Redgrave emerges from the bathroom wearing a rather skimpy yellow bathing suit with orange and white polka-dots, Her large, oft breast pouring out of her top as Pinder and Gordon check out every curve on Redgraves slender body.

Dinorah: You like?

Lucy and Emily both nod in approval

Lucy: You look breathtaking, Dinorah!

Emily: Absolutely gorgeous!

Lucy: You are sure to win the bikini contest in that number!

Dinorah: You know, I feel like I am going to win too, Lucy. I mean,ever since I came to FWA I have beaten Sara Wolf on 4 separate occasions, I have been called the spark that reignited the womens devision and with a statement like that it certainly fills a girl with a great sense of pride. Tonight I am on the biggest stage of them all, yet I don't have a match. I just have to go out there and show off my god given talents....

Lucy: God given?

Dinorah Redgrave covers her breasts with her hands

Dinorah: Oh you don't think these are real?

Lucy: No way, they are too perfect, your titts are a work of art, love. They are fake, I am convinced.

the camera pans to behind Dinorah as she unhooks her bikni top and drops it to the floor, standing completely topless though unfortunately we can not see anything thanks to the position of the camera.

Dinorah: Oh these are real! come feel them if you don't believe me

Lucy and Emily spring up and they each grab a handful of Dinorahs soft, supple breasts. Emily looks a little more fascinated than Lucy as she gets really into it and begins to massage her handful without realizing

Emily: You have beautiful nipples, Dinorah!

Dinorah: Hahaha, thanks Emily...

Lucy: so Di, if you beat Maddie in the bikini contest who is sleeping on the couch tonight?

Dinorah: It's all in harmless fun, Lucy. It's just a bikini contest, it's not even a serious match or anything at all like that. Whether I win or Maddie wins we are both sleeping in the same bed tonight, that is, if we manage to get to sleep at all. Maddie has been quite insatiable lately. Honestly though, she is so beautiful, her body is so perfect that she is the only one with an honest to god shot of actually winning this thing. You have that bean pole Nolee who is a good friend, and a good kid overall, but she still hasn't even fully developed. The girl is 18 but has the body of a 14 year old, okay maybe a 12 year old, so I honestly don't see her winning this thing. then there is Alana, who is my best friend, and who also has the ass of an angel and the breast to match, she is a legitimate threat in this thing but like I said, this isn't a match, it's all in fun so whoever wins, wins. I won't lose sleep wither way

Emily: What about Saddle Sally? She is not so bad herself...

Dinorah: That white trash bimbo? She really puts the COW in Cowgirl. I don't like that one, not one bit. She is the redneck version of Sara Wolf, a privileged little brat who throws a tantrum when she doesn't get her way. It's so annoying that she is always up Zaire's ass like a sad little puppy dog. The girl needs to get a hobbie

Lucy: Aren't you worried that Sara Wolf is going to show up and ruin the bikini contest?

Dinorah: Worried? about Sara Wolf? If that bitch shows up then it will result in the same way it always does, with her laying on her back as I kick her rib-cage. After 4 wins over that little tramp I can safely say that Sara "Spitfire" Wolf no longer poses any threat to me. But like I said, tonight is about having fun, so I am not worried about Sara Wolf or anything like that. my job tonight is to go out there and show off what I got and put a whole bunch of smiles on a whole bunch of faces

Dinorah jumps into her giant bed and is quickly followed by Pinder and Gordon as the 3 girls snuggle close to eachother and resume watching Desperate Housewives

[The Golden One]

Ride or Die

Two Fantasy Wrestling Alliance employees stand inside the FWA archives room, located at the headquarters. One man has brown hair and short in height. He has a full-grown beard and is looking through the bottom two shelves of the audio archives, which include entrance themes, sound bites, audience reaction plants, voice over commentary for promos...everything from the past 11 years of the FWA.

The other employee has red-ish hair and is taller. He is looking in the top two shelves. They are grumbling and complaining about being sent on grunt work, sent to find some obsolete audio tape from the year 2012, three years ago. Something that had to do with Alexx and Nemesis' feud for the World Heavyweight championship...the final Crossfire to ever air. The audio tape is hidden somewhere in the archives room and it's becoming an impossible chore to locate it.

"Let's just say it's not here."

"That would be...well, it wouldn't be a lie since we can't find it."

"Just say someone broke it."

"There's so much crap in here. Mark Reynolds voice overs?! An Aaron Kendrick promo?! What the hell...Why don't they throw some of this stuff away?"

Suddenly, the shorter employee stops, and sticks his hand back behind one of the boxes and pulls out an audio CD. He looks at it, dusts it off for a second.

"Look at this. Kind of a gem. A keepsake of sorts."

"What is it? Not another Seether promo I hope..."

"Some sort of audio tape by Devin Golden...you know, that former World Champion and Tag Team Champion."

"Yeah, isn't he like a dark horse for the hall of fame?"

"Kind of. I heard he was pretty damn good back in his heyday but didn't stick around long enough or stay at the top long enough to be considered one of the all-time greats...It looks like this audio tape was never aired. It has written on it, 'Omit.'"

"That's like a deleted scene-type thing...Should we play it?"

A computer sitting in the corner of the room is turned on. The pair slip the audio CD into the computer and wait for the audio program to load up. They use the touch-pad keyboard and mouse and immediately begin playing what looks to be a lost gem from FWA past...the clip is from June 5, 2011...a few days before Devin Golden and Ashley O' Ryan set to face Aut Pax Aut Bellum for the FWA Tag Team Championships...

"All last year I had one goal: to become tag team champions. And I completed that goal. Mike Curtis and I defeated the Sons of Liberty. We won the World Tag Team Titles."

The sound of what seems to be a vibrating cell phone or some sort of cellular device is heard.

"God damnit....What the hell...this number...that area code looks familiar."

Golden answers the call with a sense of guardedness and caution, easily detected by the sound of his voice through the audio CD hidden in the archives.

"Hello?...Who is this?"

A long pause, as if the person on the other line does not want to answer the phone right away.

"Mike??...Mike Curtis???"

Another pause...as Golden is listening to the caller on the other line, which is unable to be heard on the CD.

"um....what...I haven't spoken to you for months...since Wolf...put you out...."

Again, a pause...very brief...as Golden listens to his former tag team partner. It takes about 15 seconds before Golden begins speaking...and the audio file only has about 35 seconds left on it before it ends, according to Windows Media Player version 80.

I picked Ashley because he answered. No one answered. Not Moira. Not Porter. Not you. And when someone did respond, Ashley already said he was in. And I'm not about to turn around and leave him out to dry. He's my tag team partner. I know he has the champion in him. I know he has something left, even if no one else does and everyone thinks I'm stupid for bringing him back. I'm not going to question myself anymore. I'm glad, thrilled Ashley is my partner. No one else I could ask for would be as good as he is...EVEN YOU, Mike.

I know he's got it. He's got something, and he believes in me...in this. I'll put my career on the line with him, and I've only been his partner for a total of four months. But our history dates back almost three years ago...to our first one-on-one match. And I know it's up to me and him to win the tag titles but also to make sure I don't join the Great Siege. I'll roll the dice.

Devin Golden and Ashley O' Ryan. Ride or die. Finish what we started.

The next thing heard on the file is the sound of the cell phone hanging up as it closes with a quick smack.

"Ride...or...die."

"It's too bad no one has that type of heart nowadays."

"Who knows? Maybe Devin will come back one day."
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Inside an almost completely dark and empty arena, a light shines down onto one of the seats near the front rows where a single person is standing…not sitting. The person seems too wired and agitated to sit down. Something about the setting confronts him and bothers his senses. His sixth sense…his memory.

The seats in the arena are not filled with cheering fans holding signs and shouting words of hatred or encouragement. The rafters high above are without cords and wires and video screen attachments. The large screen that would be near the ring entrance is nowhere to be found. There is no ring entrance. Just a normal arena, with rows and rows of seats around the center area. It looks to be a basketball arena some nights, a hockey arena the next, and every now and then a wrestling ring is placed in the center. But for now, the imaginary fans sitting in the dusty, dark seats are staring either at the seats on the opposite side or a sporting event held only in their minds.

However, the small light shines down on one of the seats in the front rows. A single person is standing. He senses recognition with this EMPTY ARENA. He feels almost at home, a home he has a negative memory of. He feels he has to come back to this arena and look at it, remember what happened in it, remember how close he was…remember how he failed to do what he wanted.

Dust particles are visible in the air and the arena seems to have not been in use for quite some time. But it was used one night…and it looked almost exactly the same from where the person stands…except there was a wrestling ring in the center…and blood and sweat everywhere.

Devin Golden: All last year I had one goal: to become tag team champions. And I completed that goal. Mike Curtis and I defeated the Sons of Liberty. We won the World Tag Team Titles. Then, I went into a war with Aut Pax Aut Bellum. It was MY war. A rotating door of tag team partners surrounded my name in the best of three series. First it was Curtis, but Wolf injured him while he was aligned to his brother, Stu St. Clair and the reigning North American Champion. Then Moira Crawford joined the fold, and we took down Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson in the first match. On Fight Night.

However, we learned of Moira being….pregnant…and we lost the second match. On Crossfire. That same night it was revealed I was aligned to Moira and Ashley, and the entire…”feud” was all a ruse. And we left the world stunned.

And in the final match…the final confrontation between myself and Aye…Pee..Aye…Bee…we wrestled in THIS exact arena…no fans…little lighting…dust particles everywhere. Very similar to how it looks now. Ashley O’ Ryan and myself against the reigning tag team champions of god knows how long…a decade? And they won. Unified the titles…held their crown atop the tag team landscape. And I fell back down.

A very slight pause as Devin takes one deep breath and looks out to the arena.

Devin Golden: I spent an entire year wanting to become a tag team champion…and I became one…but I didn’t succeed. I failed. And it bothered me dearly. And I was mad for a while...maybe even mad at Ashley O' Ryan...maybe even mad at myself...All because the goal was always to beat Ward and Johnson…and in this building…I failed.

But that's okay. I've learned that that's okay.

Golden nods his head in acceptance of what happened, but with a sense of determination and unsettlement and desire to close the chapter once and for all.

Devin Golden: It’s a funny thing how…ironic situations can be. I wrestled and competed under the monicker “The Golden One” for so long. I was adored by fans. Cheered by many. And, in a sense, I was fighting for the fans. At least, they believed it. They believed I was the white knight against the dark forces of evil on Crossfire, and Crossfire sure did have a lot back in the day.

But things change, and they did for me. But they are secondary changes and I fought through them. The fans cheer you, love you, adore you, hate you, boo you, wish you harm or success. But they are not the ones who waste away their bodies week in and week out for a piece of hardware and an abstract idea of “glory.” They do not have to wrap bandages around their arms, shoulders, ribs, and everywhere else while a doctor sticks a needle into my leg with pain killers. They do not wake up the next morning after a show sore to the bone. No, this is my choice. I own myself and the fans do not own me. I decided for myself to become an FWA superstar because I wanted to be one...because I love this stuff. I wanted to be a Tag Team Champion and rolled the dice, as some said, with Ashley O Ryan because that's just what I wanted to. Oh well if people questioned it. Ride or die...and leave nothing behind.

But, I forgot that mindset…when I lost to Ward and Johnson. I forgot to hold my head high. I let it hang, questioned myself...listened to others tell me I couldn't stay at the top and I was a fluke World champion and tag team champion....and a fluke star in general. I listened to it all once I lost a couple matches...and when I did that…I got defensive…wishing not to lose everything I had...my career...my life. But it slowly happened…in large part because of me...but I caught myself here. And I come back to this arena to close the book.

Golden holds his head low for a split second before bringing it up and looking high into the rafters, as if he realized something more about the match facing him.

Devin Golden: That’s the one thing about Dan and Andrew in this match…they are in a tough position. It’s tough holding onto a title for so long because you become EXPECTED to hold it again and again and again. Expectations can wear down. No doubt they are used to them now and maybe even welcome them or welcome people not believing in them. But when you are the favorites for too long, you get complacent. And while they haven't yet and have been great champions...it's going to happen once. They've beaten us already for those titles...no doubt they have a confidence meter going through the roof. They are the favorites, even though they are going against two former World champions. They are expected to win. They’ve beaten us before and have beaten many before us to keep those titles.

Here,s where it gets tough for them. If they win, life continues down the same path it was meant to go on…

But if they lose…the world of wrestling is shaken. The internet wrestling community blows up. The mighty APAB has fallen. They only have one response: disappointment. There is no chance to hang their heads high…because they’ve forgotten how to hang them high after a loss for these titles. They only know winning. And when a loss slaps them in the face, I only hope they are able to rebound…because they are great competitors. Two of the best. Possibly the best tag team in wrestling history. One would hate to see them fall down the steps after a loss, solely because they weren’t ready for it.

And they will say it will never come…and maybe these two will defy the odds and live forever…maybe they found the fountain of youth...but I doubt it. One day the loss will come. One day the lightning will strike the same place twice. It didn’t in the best of three series I had with them. It only struck once, hence my one victory. And maybe it doesn’t strike again this time around…but one day it will. When it happened to me, I wasn’t ready for it. Not that type of disappointment. I haven’t had to deal with that level of it since…since before I became X-Division champion. It was a straight and steep shot to the top…happened too fast some might say. And I wasn’t ready to be knocked down. My reaction to it all was not the best approach, but I look back and chalk it up for lessons learned. Dan and Andrew haven't had to face those lessons yet, and I think that works against them. The man who has dealt with failure knows how to win better than the man who only knows success. Because the man at the top may have forgotten what it is like to be the hunter and no longer the hunted, to sit at the chair just to the left of the king’s throne.

Devin rises from the seat and stands in the empty building. Reminding himself of his failure there.

Devin Golden: In the empty arena I started falling, as some might say...as old fans have told me, with a hint of regret and dissapointment in their words. They are who I don’t fight for, so I don’t listen to them anymore. I have pledged I only fight and wrestle, compete…for myself.

But like I said, it’s funny how ironic some situations are…because in this match…I do not fight for only myself. If Ashley and I lose…I become a member of the Great Siege, the first on Crossfire. The other side to this match...what I am putting at stake.

Crossfire has been immune to the fire spreading in the FWA. Like a forest fire, the Great Siege has been a terror, ingulfing many wrestlers, many matches, and many titles. They are a dominant force and spreading from Fight Night to Crossfire gives them not just control of the flagship brand of the FWA but control of the entire FWA. And I would be a …part of it…

Crossfire has a vested interest in the match. No one, not even Stu St. Clair himself, who brought the Age of Fallen to Crossfire, would want to see the Siege spread its empire. Again...irony...Stu cheering for ME.

Golden smirks, and thinks back to the losses to Stu. Thinks back to losing the World Heavyweight title. Thinks back to hanging his head and not remembering to have the "Heart of a Champion" even in a loss.

Devin Golden: How tough and almost unbeatable I would be if I became a member of the Siege. How dominant and fearsome I would be on Crossfire. It almost seems like a…smart move to join up…to begin the next step in their takeover of the FWA.

But that would require losing. And I don't like to lose. I may be a selfish asshole who only "fights for himself" and "turned his back on the fans"...I may have no respect for those who came before me because I burned the World Heavyweight championship...but I'll be damned if I have to join the Great Siege and become a member of this group, to fight alongside Ward and Johnson and answer to someone else and receive orders and act emotionless like some robot. No...I have too much heart for that.

Devin walks out of the row of seats and hops over the barricade and begins walking away from the middle area and towards the curtains where the video screen would be placed.

Devin Golden: So on this night…in this match…I do fight for someone else. I fight for Crossfire…and for Ashley O’ Ryan…my returning tag team partner. A man I saught. A man who answered the call. And I would rather no other man to fight alongside me.Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson, the Great Siege, Crossfire, and every wrestling fan out there probably wonders why I asked Ashley O Ryan to come back...why i chose him. Why would I after we already lost? They think Ashley doesn't have it. They think he left for a reason. They think he's done, and they think I'll just fall flat on my face yet again.

Like I said many months ago, before the match inside this empty arena…Ashley O Ryan is a 10-9 suited. Sometimes you hit, sometimes you miss. But when you hit, even the pocket aces of the world like APAB cannot hold their spot at the top. Last time, 10-9 did not hit. Maybe it hits this time.

And together...WE will fight for the FWA Tag Team Championships. Because that is truly what this is all about. Forget the Great Siege. Forget Crossfire and Fight Night. Forget me turning my back on the fans. Forget whatever other ongoing storylines there are. Two teams. Four wrestlers. All very talented. One team that has been together for many years and has held the Tag titles for two years now. Almost unbeatable. Another team of former World Heavyweight champions and singles title holders who have been a tag team a total of around four months. But have accolades in their singles careers a mile long. Fighting for the tag team titles. That's what it's all about. In this empty arena, we let the belts slip through our hands. Ashley didn't let me down. I didn't let him down. We just lost. But we're getting one more shot.

So, I say goodbye to this empty arena...forgetting all about what happened inside it, because it doesn't matter when we get to North Carolina. It doesn't matter when we enter the arena where every seat is filled with a screaming fan and camera bulbs are flashing and music is blaring. None of the past, what I did, what Ashley did, who beat us, how long Dan and Andrew have been champions...

Devin continues walking to the curtain, reaching it, pulling one side open...and looking into whatever lies on the other side...

Devin Golden: No...the ONLY thing that matters is having the Heart of a Champion...and holding your head high one way or the other. Like a true champion. Just like old times. And when it's all on the line, the last thing is to listen to ANYONE but myself and my partner. When it's all on the line...it's ride or die, and nothing in the past matters.

And there is NO ONE...I'd rather have on my side than the 10-9 suited known as Ashley O' Ryan.

Ride or die, Ash. Just you and me. Let's shock the world.

Devin walks through the curtains and exits the EMPTY ARENA. Leaving behind the loss in the building, leaving behind the feeling of EMPTINESS after he turned on the fans...and heading to whatever awaits he and Ash and Back in Business.

[Stratusphere]

FWA North American Championship
Winner Takes All with Katie on the line
Full Metal Mayhem
Carmine “Grim” Reaper VS Thomas Princeton VS Alexx

I gotta keep my baby…

Part A: Surprise, Surprise

The scene opens up on a kid playpen like in restaurants à la McDonald. The camera moves around the construction to end in the ball pit where few kids are playing, but are caught off guard by Alexx who surprise them from the bottom of the pit and jumping out. The kids scream as Alexx laughs getting out of the pit and leaving the restaurant still laughing. The beauty is wearing jeans with a tight red shirt revealing his hot body. He is wearing his championship belt around his waist.

Alexx: I guess I never lost my touch… I’m full of surprises I guess! I mean, I came to the match between Thomas Princeton and Carmine Reaper, at the end I came to celebrate with my friend only to knock him out with his own championship, and then I tried to help the poor Carmine… only to break his face to the steel mat of the Pay per view stage… Then, I went into a rampage to finally face them both for my sweet baby, the North American championship… and surprise surprise I won the championship, neither of them saw it coming!

Alexx walking in the sunny streets smiles to some people.

Alexx: Then, when we thought it was all over…. HAHAHA! I kidnap Katie from Thomas who kidnapped her from Carmine who was her boyfriend… But all my surprises were only to send a message to the world. The first surprise was to send the message that I was renouncing to my friendship with Thomas and I attacked Carmine to make sure that the crowd understood that it was for the championship. I won the championship, because I wanted it more than the other two, but the most important part is about the time I kidnapped Katie, it was to get my part of the spotlight, I mean, I was the one to beat them both in the same match, but they were the ones getting the spot in the main event? Excuse my language, but “de kessé?” What the? I showed easily that I was way higher in the food chain than them, but they get something, I deserve via the right of winning! So, I kidnap her only to make it clear, that next time I meet them in the ring, I will be winner again and the whole FWA universe will get that I am better than they are both of them combined. And G-Rich tells us that the winner will get the title and the girl… Oh that’ll spice up the odds, Carmine will be more fired up, because he’ll have a chance to have his girl again, and Thomas wants her only to piss Carmine off, and he likes to do that! For my part, I can use her as manager, but I am not that thrilled about her, for me she’s like a message of my dominance. I am the top dog around here, between us three I worked way harder than they both did their entire life, I worked hard to get recognized as a real FWA superstar and I worked even harder to be considered by the FWA management as a strong character and a great addition on both shows. Katie is my message to the whole FWA of my work, of the pain and sacrifice I endured. I worked extra hard to get a decent storyline while the other two could snap their fingers to get it, their strong persona spoke for themselves. I was only judged for my looks and that my ring skills were lacking, that I was underscored for so long, because I am not the stereotypical superstar… But what about my North American Championship, well, it’s my prize for working so hard! For pulling stunts that might kill my career like what I did attacking both Thomas and Carmine.

Alexx swings one of his flip-flops in the air to get rid of the few rocks in it and he puts it back in as he waits for the lights to switch colours.

Alexx: For my part, I don’t really care who gets the girl, I know that she doesn’t serve me, I may use her as a manager when I win the match, but she’ll probably try something à la Marie-Madeleine like give me a feet bath to seduce me, ‘cuz I know that type of girls they’ll try anything to stay on top… But I do know that neither of them will get near my championship! This title is mine and mine to stay! I pulled so many stuff off my sleeve to let it slip away that easily… Put me in full metal mayhem, I will know that my baby will be waiting for me outside… That it’s been waiting for me for sooooo long, for a real champion not a loser who gets lucky. I am no lucky loser! I finally had the taste of real championship and I can’t let go anymore! I am addicted to it and it is to me!! You would be surprise for it, but I can’t sleep without it being near me, I want it in my arms when I am sad, I want to share my laughs with it, I even don’t let my nephews play with it, plus they would get it all dirty… ewwww! I am a man of my words, I have promised to be champion, then I still will be even after Back to Business, even if Back to Business was never lucky for me… it will be a first, where I stay champion on Back to Business, the championship won’t change hands, the others will, but this one will stay here… I promised it…

Alexx turns a right and walks away as the camera stays focused on him.

Part B: Longing rivalry…

This new scene opens up with Alexx sitting in a blue bedroom with a desk at the bottom of the bed. Alexx is way different from usual; he’s all dressed down to pyjama bottom with a really generic shirt. He’s also wearing big glasses. The superstar is sitting at the desk typing on his laptop, we can see that it’s night time outside and that Alexx is only lit by his lamp on the right of the desk.

Alexx: Thomas, Thomas, Thomas what will I do with you? Eh? It’s been so long that we knew each other; you should’ve known better when I came to you on your celebration, why would I come? It was months since we wanted to disassociate from each other… You should’ve seen it coming, from so long, especially since I showed you that I was better by getting the X championship before you were near to get a grab on the NA championship, but you still looked at me like a second class… Then I showed you whose second class, I showed you that it wasn’t your status that made you better, that it was only the way people looked at me! I attacked you so I could earn your respect, the respect I always wanted when we were friends. When we were hanging out more, we were never equals, I was several classes below you, it looked in every of your acts towards me, in every word you said to me… Then, I showed you! I showed you that I was more than what you made me feel! I showed you by taking your most precious thing you ever had in your hands: the North American Championship, I wanted revenge and I got it… But it wasn’t enough and it’s still not enough… I want apologies, but I do know I’ll never get any from you: you are too proud! And I’ll never earn any respect by losing on the first time, I am not the fluke, I don’t need to earn your respect anymore, I know I’ve got it, but I need to build my own self-respect. You made me feel like crap over the years, you destroyed me… and now it’s my time to make you pay: full metal mayhem style… I want you to feel like the bug you squashed every time you stepped onto me… I always thought that it was friendship, but it was bullying, psychological bullying still, it still hurts… I believed you were my friends and you were acting with the world like we were, but I was your lackey, I was pretty near calling you Master, but I kept some from myself… I was supposed and I was doing all you wanted me to do, you used me and after you looked at me like I was poop. Honey, I need to tell you that without me you wouldn’t be anywhere. Without me there would’ve been any North American Championship for you, so, when I won the championship, I was just taking what was rightfully mine, what I worked to get, when you were waiting on the side who was next and what were my next moves… But I flew away from your powers, that’s how I built the capacity to come to your face destroy you…

Alexx takes a pause from writing to look at the stars outside.

Alexx: That’s what I was, a star when we met but you gave me so much crap, that I lost more and more of my different abilities, I became a black hole, something nothing good could come from that sucks all from the surroundings, but I was able to pull myself out, because I was ready to grow myself, I grew the balls, so excuse my language. I grew the balls to attack my bully and show him that I wasn’t a piece of garbage, that I was always better than him. I wanted to show you a mirror of yourself Thomas, you are a hideous person. You only used bullying because you didn’t believe in yourself… But you need to know that even if you believe in yourself tonight, there are no chances in hell that you are stronger than I am, sorry, but I want to make you feel like you made me feel for so long, I am on the right track, I am born this way!

Alexx closes his laptop and falls asleep on his desk.

Part C: Kinda of a bitch

The third scene opens with Alexx in a bath filled with bubbles.

Alexx: And I do have to face Carmine too! Carmine Reaper… You might wonder, why did I kidnap your girlfriend? It was only to bug you, to get your attention, to get the attention you had on you and put it on me… And I know that this horrible slut means the world to you, I don’t understand, actually because of her attitude, but I might have made worked some Alexx magic on her, sorry, it’s stronger than me… You might need to check her language with her; she’s not that nice… But the real message was for you Carmine, I kidnapped your girl to tell you that it wasn’t over with you either, that I wanted to show the whole world that I could beat you two once again… And this time it’s full metal mayhem, I’ll make sure that you step away from the spotlight that I deserve. The spotlight should be mine, I am champion, no? Then can someone explain me again why I am always seen as number three in this conflict! Carmine, you aren’t that impressive, once we saw you we know you. You let your emotions drive you and that’s a bit of a weakness, and since Thomas played with them, I wanted to try too… and there’s your actual problem, you let yourself be guided by emotions and that makes you weak and uncontrollable. It may look as opposites for you, but for me it’s pretty much the same, your strategy goes out the window and do whatever in your power to get to what you want, you tire yourself, when we stay focus on our strategy, you only see the goal, I see it too, but in different perspective, for me it’s how can I get it and for you it’s I need to get it, I will have it now… Hurting your judgement! But Carmine if it wasn’t for your Katie, you shouldn’t be in this match, the most of the hatred is between me and Thomas, you may help me get the victory, since you don’t actually bother me, but Thomas knows that you’ll be coming for him first, you two had some bad blood for the last few months…

Alexx wets his head and gets it out and flips his hair.

Alexx: Carmine you are one of those people who isn’t scared to be wet, but the real problem is that you are judging headfirst in the pool, it might end badly for you since you know they don’t plunge into a pool headfirst… and this time you will meet full metal mayhem only because of your impulsivity caused by your girlfriend… How can you still love her, after seeing a girl one week, I see another one the other week after… Love doesn’t exist; it’s all built by Hallmark! It’s not a special feeling; it’s just a special kind of affection... like birds feel affection for each other… Be real, you don’t love Katie that much, you didn’t do all that is in your power to get her back… And I hope she sees that, I hope that when I win the match, she dumps you for being such a loser! If your feelings are that strong why didn’t you come already? You want to be fair? Then you’ll be impulsive, you’ll try too much and you want to know the truth the saddest thing is that you’ll be beaten by something really simple, why on your side you tried to elaborate too much… Your loss will be all your fault, actually all that’s happening is your fault! I attacked you because you were too weak to win the match against Thomas Princeton. You lost your girlfriend because you weren’t able to protect her properly. You were never able to get her back, because you didn’t even try… So what don’t you just give up yet?

Part D: It all comes back to the end

Alexx is now standing on an elliptical machine wearing an “I love New York” ornage T-shirt and blue shorts.

Alexx: My opponents might have all the flaws in the world but I need to not forget, that my victory is dependant of only one person… the most important person in our match: myself… The other two are “weakasseshit”, but let’s not forget that they might get the victory over one another…

Alexx shakes his head.

Alexx: That’s impossible! Those two aren’t able, but I need to be sure that all that I’ve worked through the years and its prize won’t go away anytime soon. I need to make myself sure that even though the other two have all to win, I do have all to lose. The odds are against me, but I’ll show the odds that I am better than them. I’ve broken so many barriers through the years, like the one of being the only non representative of the population by being beautiful becoming champion in X and NA division… Tonight, is like last time, I am here to win what is rightfully mine! No matter what stands in my way I can step through it, I’m not scared of any Full Metal Mayhem, exception that I hope my face’s alright after the match… I mean the ten million dollar body with a three dollar face with a mask could disastrous for the whole industry… I need to win this match not only for me, but for the world… That way, I can appear on more posters and can be asked to appear everywhere to promote FWA! With a face like that, there’s only victory as option! Now leave, I need some time alone!

The camera leaves. The End.

[Killswitch]

Highway to Hell or Stairway to Heaven?:

The fans are at a fever pitch. “Invincible” plays over the PA system and Carmine “Grim” Reaper comes out. As soon he hits the top of the ramp the lights go out. Fans then turn on their lighters and a sea of light can be seen. Carmine makes it to the ring and a spotlight lands on him. You cannot see what else is in the ring just where Carmine is standing he has a microphone and he is not smiling like he usually does but he has a look of disgust on his face. He is in his wrestling gear and he looks like he is ready for a fight. He then begins to speak, he doesn’t speak like he usually speak, he speaks with passion and you can feel a little hint of pain in it.

Carmine: Tonight, is the biggest match of my life.

Carmine starts to move around but the spotlight stays on him and you can only see him still.

Carmine: Tonight, three people will stand in this ring and fight for two things. One is gold, something that everyone in this business fights for. Gold, is what makes this company go around and if you don’t have gold you become the hunter and when you have gold you become the hunted and that is what Alexx is tonight he is the hunted, but his title won’t be over there. *Carmine points to the timekeppers table.* It will be up there. *Carmine points all the way up to the top of the cage.* That’s right then we have to climb this.

Carmine grabs a ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring he tests the strength of the ladder and he smiles.

Carmine: Gold used to mean something to me. Before that is all that I wanted in this company and I would do anything to get it. I have held two titles in this company and the North American Title is one of them. Do I want it back? Of course but it is not the end all be all for me. If I don’t get it tonight, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal normally but tonight for some reason it is a huge deal, because of the other thing that is on the line and that is love. You see I wouldn’t have cared if it was for the title and then Katie could have chosen who she wanted, but no G-Rich and all of his wisdom had to throw her on this match as well, and now I have to go all the way to the top of this ladder and grab that North American Title, and grab Katie back at the same time. And to me that is going to be hard because I have two heartless men fighting against me.

Carmine starts to climb the ladder and he stops about half-way. He turns around and leans back against it and he begins to speak again.

Carmine: Alexx, and Thomas Princeton, I have zero respect for the both of you. But Thomas I think I hate you more then I hate Alexx, and that is why I am going to wait to talk about you. Alexx, you should not be here and that is why I am only half way up on this ladder. You see you came in here at the middle of this feud that Thomas and I have had. You thought you could get the pickings and I guess you did. Alexx, everyone knows that you are not good enough to have won the title on your own. You had to take advantage of one of us and that is what you did. You could have left well enough alone but you had to stroke your own ego and that makes me sick, also you could have left Katie alone but no you needed to feel like a man and that is why you took her when I was about to get her back. She was all but mine but you had to be a snake and take her, then you had to question me why I never made a rescue attempt. Well I will come clean right here right now I never made that attempt because the title meant more to me at that point. But now I could care less about that gold, all I want is Katie back. But Alexx and Thomas you have never loved someone so you don’t know what it is like to have someone like that out of your life. But Alexx you don’t care about that you want to be looked at as a monster and guess what mission accomplished but another thing about you is that you are pulling double duty and that is going to be fun. Hell I can make your life suck more when you lose that title and lose Katie you will be way to beaten up and you won’t be able to do anything in the Elimination Chamber, so Alexx tonight is going to be the worst night of your life, because I’m going to beat the living hell out of you. And I am going to make you wish that you never ever even thought about getting into the middle of this, because that was the dumbest mistake of your life.

Carmine then turns around and climbs the ladder some more he then gets to the top and sits down on the top of the ladder.

Carmine: Well Thomas this is where we are. We are on the edge of a tall building, of a long fall. This is the end and Thomas I am going to end it and I’m going to be on the top. I’m sick of you, and I want you to go away for good. Everything you have done to me has made me stronger. Thomas when we started this feud you had the title and I took it from you and we kept going back and forth until you took Katie and pal that is where you crossed the line. You became personal and that is something that should have not happened. Most sane people would have not done that, but like I have said you have no heart, and if you do it is charred it is black. Something must have happened your life that made you like that Thomas but you know what I didn’t dig into that because I didn’t want to bring up memories. I wanted to keep it one on one, I wanted to keep it on a level playing ground. I never wanted to make it personal because when two men fight Thomas, it is always going to be man vs. man. You never bring family into it you never bring love into it. Thomas that is where you went wrong and that is why the fans hate you, because you have become the biggest jerk in the history of the FWA, and you need to be taken out, you deserve nothing and I mean nothing. Your Yes Men cannot help you and when you get in this ring tonight all of the aggression that I have will be thrown on you. I will throw you around this ring and I will make you fall from the tall building and you will smash on the ground and you will break apart and everything will be done with us. No longer will we be fighting because I will be on top and I will say that you no long deserve to face me in the ring. Because Thomas Princeton I am better than you and I have not made it personal and Thomas I never will because I’m a better person than that. Unlike you I actually have heart and I actually have passion.

Carmine then stands up on the ladder and he reaches up and he grabs the North American Title. The fans cheer as he holds it high above his head. He brings it down and he looks at it then the camera catches a glimpse of it and there is a picture of Katie taped on it. Carmine runs his fingers over the picture and he smiles.

Carmine: When things become personal, a man gets stronger and that is what has happened with me. Katie means everything to me and now that she has been gone for a couple months I want her back. I know I might not have fought for you Katie, but tonight I’m going to and I’m going to get you back. After months of pain and anguish after months of being alone I will get you back. I have carried this picture for the whole time you have been gone and I have looked at it and I have yearned to get you back because I need you back. This should have never happened and when I get you back I will make sure that it never happens again. Thomas and Alexx you have done a wrong thing and I am going to right it tonight. I am going to climb this ladder and grab this title and raise it high. Then Katie is going to run down here and I’m going to hold her while you guys feel pain and anguish the same that I have felt for months. The same pain I am going to inflict on you guys, and I’m not going to stop, because I can’t I have a point to prove tonight and unfortunately for you guys you are going to be in the ring with me. So you are going to have to step up you are going to have to prove that you are better than me but in ALL reality you aren’t. I am changing and I’m going to show that tonight, Carmine is not going to be a push over anymore when I grab that title it is going to be over. And the advantage you guys had over me is going to be gone and I will rule the North American Title with a strong heart and a strong passion and you guys will have to go back to the drawing board. Because I am Carmine “Grim” Reaper and my love…*Carmine looks at the picture of Katie on the Title*…is coming back to me. And if I have to have the title at the same time, that’s fine by me. Because I’m going to become the NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! And you better get used to it…and I will get Katie back and both of you will have nothing, just the way it SHOULD BE!

Carmine then climbs down the ladder with the title on his shoulder. He gets down from the ladder and he sets the title down and he grabs the picture off of it. He then brings the picture up to his lips and he kisses it. The fans keep cheering him as he walks up the ramp, the light turns back on and we can see what the ring consists of. The ladder is in the middle of the ring with the cage surrounding it. Carmine gets on to the top of the ramp and sets the picture down and walks to the back, the fans are still cheering and maybe just maybe Carmine will come out on top with the girl and the gold.

[Wolf]

Tolluntar in altum ut lapsu...gaviore ruant. Fate raises those on high...so that they may be dashed to pieces in a greater fall...

Brother vs. Brother

No Man’s Shadow

The scene opens with an 8x10 glossy image of a family. Mother, father and a young boy. The where and how of this picture are irrelevant, only the purpose it serves matters. And right now, it's purpose is a singular, direct means of motivation. It hangs cock-eyed on a dirty wall, a lengthy nail driven right through the glass at the top of the photo and frame itself, keeping it on the wall. The look on the boy's face is so bright, so happy, so appreciative of life. But that image blurs just a little bit as we pull back from the photo, to the reflection on the thin glass just in front of it. The reflection of the face years later staring wild-eyed at the photograph from his past, a face that is shaking, seething with frustration, with anger. The camera pans to the side slowly, revealing the figure casting the reflection to be none other than Wolf, whose hideous form pales in comparison to the eyes set in stone that burn a figurative hole through the image. Wolf doesn't blink, doesn't look away, doesn't scratch his nose. He simply sits there, trained on the photo, glaring at it as if his stare alone could perhaps cause the picture to drop dead right in front of him. He begins to chuckle. It is a laugh that is devoid of humor or basic emotional feeling, but it is a laugh nevertheless.

Wolf: Fate raises those on high...so that they may be dashed to pieces in a greater fall...Don't you wonder, why I picked the buried Alive match dear brother? I would prefer to break you, to make you suffer and give you injuries that could be problems for the rest of your live... Make you live in pain and discomfort so you never forget who did it to you. Wishing I would have killed you, force you to a cushy job behind the scenes and wake up every morning wishing you could get back into the ring. I picked this match, because I CAN'T LOSE THIS MATCH! YOU CAN'T MAKE YOURSELF KILL YOUR LITTLE BROTHER! You couldn't do it, when I was a child and you couldn't do it two years ago, when you tried to bury me alive. and sure as hell you wouldn't be able to do that as you are now a father. the timing is perfrct. You left me breathing. You left a little bit of air in the depths of my lungs. I was always taught, from the time I could barely walk...that if you were going to do a job. To finish it. I know that your legacy towers over me like the last wave that promises sweet eternity but the true tragedy behind our inevitable confrontation is that I will not drown. You see, if it were up to me, I would let my lungs fill with the essence of life until I drift from this world and onto the next by your hands but IT won't allow me... They won't let me forget, and the petty illusion of inner peace has long since been flushed away, replaced only with the inescapable need to maim and to punish; to create art through pain and there's nothing I can do about it. You and I, we are not so different. We are both the manifestations of our surroundings.

Wolf reaches a hand out toward the picture. Milky white skin and yellowish fingernails run along the picture's edge, tearing it from the wall along with a piece of plaster. Wolf pulls the picture closer, looking down upon it as his slimy hair leave thin, wet trails on the plastic frame.


Wolf: You know, where I spent next years of my life, Brother? I was raised on the outskirts of a town where you had to scrounge for what you needed and bend the rules just to survive. I was raised in a house, where every paycheck was a blessing and every day was just a race against yourself. I trained in the basement of the foster family, I ate whatever they had left over.... I slept on one, lone mattress. Not that it ever really mattered...I only got 4 hours of sleep each night. And never once...not even for a second. Never once did I wish for a better work enviroment. Never once, did I give up on my path of vengeance on my revenge. Their son was 17 years old. He was also my closest friend. he was extremelly talented in everything wrestling, martial arts, sciense. He was gonna go to college with scholarship thanks to his mat skills ya know. He wasn't like everyone else from around there. He was exceptional....I had just finished helping him pack that afternoon, he was leaving that night to check out the campus. Until some thugs from the other side of town decided that they didn't like his sister dating one of their "leaders". (Wolf makes air quotes as he says leaders). He was shot and killed on February 12, 1998 by some low-lifes who didn't care about who he was or what he stood for. The suspects were never found.... hmpf


Wolfs blood shot eyes widen as a sick twisted smile across his face, revealing his jagged teeth and broken lips. It was as if he was day-dreaming, his mind wandering off to a world of possibilities.

Wolf: It was me, who told them, where to find him it burned hole into to see him climb the ladder of succes, while I wanted the same spot.It was all about his dreams... his aspirations... BUT WHAT ABOUT MY DREAMS?! WHAT ABOUT MY ASPIRATIONS?! ... They tried to keep down. But I defied them. With heavy boots pressing down on my hands, they tried to keep me on the ground amongst the vermin they so freely compared me to, but I crawled, and I fought my way to my knees before finally breaking free from their oppressive stranglehold only to come to FWA and meet my sellfish brother refusing to give up on the spotlight. It was barely month ago that every perversion I have ever committed was rewarded when I won Carnal Contendership. I was foolish enough to think that after winning the prestigeous battle royal, I would finally attain a certain level of inner-peace. (a low, controlled cackle escapes his lips as he shies away from the camera, his hair dangling in front of his face) There is no peace. There can never be peace. Not for me, Stu, and most definitely not for you. I can feel you looking down on me right now. You look down on me with pity; you look down and see the remains of a broken man who once sought great things, and who is now a victim of his own making. Chances are, you view me as another rat to be stomped on, another piece of trash that needs to be taken out of its’ misery but what you fail to understand, what you all fail to understand, is that I am still only a reflection of your own deepest and darkest aggressions.

Wolfs face betrays no emotion, but behind his cold eyes, a fire burns brighter and hotter than any physical flame.

Wolf: Soon enough, your rule over FWA will end. Like a car crash, a sudden implosion...everything you have ever worked for will be gone. Snatched from your grip by the unfriendly hands of "fate". And somewhere in the depths of that black hole you call a heart...you will feel how I have felt. For 23 years. You will feel the emptiness, the void. And trust me when I say...the pain is near unbearable. It will tear at you. Eat away at your soul. And eventually...you will break. Like the passing of the seasons...or the changing of the tides...I can sense something in the air. It's visible too. You can see it on your face Stu. The paranoia of knowing that eventually, everything you've "worked" for, will be gone. You clutching that title even closer now, aren't you? You afraid of the inevitable. But don't cower big brother...don't fall to the lowes you've already accustomed youself with. No, no, I want to see the absolute best from you. That way there will be no regrets when I out perform you in every way. "Fate has sealed itself"....

He yells out the last part, his blood boiling and his eyes shot in red. Once again, Wolf teeters in between reality and the visions behind the glass.

Wolf: Your mentor Jake "The Snake" Roberts once said: "A man with enough power doesn't have to shout; he can speak however he likes and people will listen." While I agree with this statement, he was referring to his soft-spoken nature... Anyone who knows me, well, they know that my nature is anything but soft-spoken...

Wolf runs his fingertips over the picture slowly, catching his fingure on the broken glass pieces where the nail was forced through. Faint smears of crimson flow from his fingertips, though Wolf cares very little, still transfixed on the faces looking back at him. Wolf holds the picture tenderly in his hands, the faces smeared away under a thin layer of blackish blood. Wolf then crushes the 8x10 in his hands, breaking the glass cover and mangling the photo inside. Smaller pieces of glass trinkle down to the floor, but wolf throws the whole wad aside, before looking down at his bleeding hands. The angel of death begins to chuckle under his breath, perhaps enjoying the sting of the cuts that zig-zagged small pieces out of his hands. With Wolf no one could tell what went on inside the folds of his mind.


WOLF:I WON'T STOP UNTIL I DO! I WON'T STOP UNTIL THAT TITLE IS AROUND MY WAIST! AND MY BROTHER ROTS IN HELL... PERIOD! I HAVEN'T FELT THIS WAY IN A LONG, LONG TIME! THE ANTICIPATION OF THE BATTLE, THE THRILL OF VISUALIZING THE KILLING STROKE! JUST THE THOUGHT OF THIS CONFRONTATION GIVES ME AN ERECTION! I'M SIMPLY TURGID WITH RAGE! READY AND PREPARED TO DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING NECESSARY TO ACHIEVE VICTORY! I DECIDE THE EBB AND FLOW OF THE WINDS ON OUR BATTLEFIELD, IF YOU KICK ME IN THE GUT, I PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE! IF YOU SWINGS A CHAIR, I SWING PIPE! IF YOU PUT ME THROUGH A TABLE, I SET ONE ON FIRE AND DO THE SAME TO YOU! YOU ARE MY ONLY RELATIVE BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME FROM RIPPING YOU TO SHREDS! I PROMISE ... BLOOD... BUT BY THE BUCKETS! I'VE SAID IT ONCE, THE HISTORY OF CIVILIZATION IS WRITTEN IN BLOOD... AND WE ARE THE POETS STUART, WE ARE THE ONES THAT CRAFT A SONG OF PAIN, WRITTEN IN BLOOD, ON PARCHMENT OF FLESH! BUT AT BACK IN BUSINESS, I WILL BE WRITING YOUR ANTHEM!!! THIS ISN'T RETRIBUTION, THIS ISN'T REVENGE, THIS ISN'T EVEN A RECKONING... IT'S THE F*CKING RAPTURE, MY F*CKING RAPTURE! STU ST. CLAIR SHALL REAP WHAT HE HAS SOWN, HIS WORLD IS GOING TO END AT MY HANDS!


He stops, his chest heaving, his eyes still electric with rage

Wolf:... all that's left for you now... is Hope... After all you've done, after having moved mountains and having parted seas, you see it all dwindling down as you begin to question the extent of your so-called "rebirth". Tell me, how does it feel to stand in front of the mirror and wonder: "Is that it? Have I been given a new life only to have it end so soon? Is there more that I could have done?" and finally, "Is it too late?" And I'm afraid, that the answer to these questions might be... "Yes"... and it's not because we'll be tearing each other apart ina Buried Alive match... and it's not because you'll have to spend most of the match looking over your shoulder for fear that some other skeleton you have left in the closet might sprint through the crowd with malicious intent in their hearts... No... this time, I'm afraid, the answer lies within my moth-like visage.. and it's not because of the brutality you know I'm capable of and it's not because of the complete and utter disregard I have for both my physical and mental health... You'll have to look in my eyes and at that moment, everything will be clear... there will be prophecy... I'm going to break your spirit. I'm going to break the essence of Stu... St....Clair. Look around you! Saturday Night Crossfire is a graveyard! And I am it's keeper! It is the cesspool people like you have created. But after all the boasting, all the talk about how dangerous one is, how psychotic the other claims to be, how deserving they all are... after all of the hypocrisy, you're all left with the same thing... Hope... but let me tell you about Hope... Hope is what you cling onto when all else has failed. Hope is a lie... Hope is for the weak... Hope... is not enough...

Laughter. It was currency of the realm when dealing with an individual like Wolf, it seemed. But more often than not, when the beast himself began to laugh, everyone else always seemed to stop. Dark, wet hair dangles down over his face, streaking small pencil-lines through his white face as he remains caught up within his own little world.

Wolf: But don't worry, Stu, they will continue to share tales of your conquests around the campfire; they will continue to sing of the haunting of The Snake and they will not stop honoring your spirit. But what your legend.... Darnell Porter’s legend.... Anthony Jackson’s legend what they will all have in common, is the night when each of you stepped into the ring with a man who's face resembled that of the Grim Reaper -- a man who spoke of revenge. At this moment, the boys and girls sitting around the campfire would gather closer as the wind will no doubt start to howl and they will be forced to wrap the cloth tight around their shoulders. They will hear of the man who was said to be the collective scream of all demons; a man who's vision would not be denied; they will talk about an artist who's creations were birthed through the flesh of his opponents and they will know my name as something to be feared, something to be respected... it won't be my skull lying crushed beneath your boot. Instead, there will be a sea of red flowing from YOUR veins and staring down on you from above will be a man who is without remorse... without regret... and without mercy...

the scene fades to black

[Engaged To Ouellet]

From the book of Gabrielle; the GaBible:

Narrator: The history of the FWA World Championship stretches back six long and eventual years to the inaugural Champion Fred Ex and has since seen twenty six more reigns. The likes of G-Rich, Daniel Sinclair, Sean Kelleher, Ryan Hall, Jillian De Silva and the late, great Idol Matt Boudreau have all seen their names engraved upon the six ounces of gold. It was in the hands of Matt Boudreau that the Championship shined it’s brightest as he reigned atop all others for twenty two months…and in the end it was only his mortality could take it away from him. His legend is secure and from that glory he is to be remembered as the greatest of all time…or at least that’s how it seemed.





Her giggling is more innocent and pure than we’ve ever heard before and is captured on the grainy footage of a handheld camera twenty years ago. There she stands an adorable little Goddess with pink ribbons in her hair and a pink and white dress on, in her hands she holds a piece of paper and after sliding a pink backpack onto her shoulders she turns and lets out a delighted squeal and charges at her father who had just entered the room. Leaping up at him as she shouts out “daddy” loudly he happily scoops her up and cradles her in his arms against his chest.

Marcus: Hey there Princess did you have fun?

Gabby: So much fun daddy, it was amazing.

Leah: That’s good sweetie, you ready to go home?

She adorably nods her head before outstretching her arms to her mother for a loving hug before she then rests her head against his shoulder before then remembers the drawing in her hands and unfolds it to show her father and mother the crayon image of herself hand in hand with mommy and daddy and their little tabby cat ‘Princess Whiskers’. Before the father, gorgeous mother with video camera in hand and the apple of their eyes can make their exit and return home the classroom’s teacher approaches the blissful trio.

Ms. Tengval: Mr and Mrs Montgomery I presume.

Leah: Yes.

Ms. Tengval: It’s lovely to meet you both; you have an amazing little girl here. Everyone loves her; she’s really been the centre of attention all day.

Leah: Yes she’s certainly our little star and its always been like this with her.

Marcus: She’s our amazing little Goddess.





Narrator: Long before the Idol had passed away everyone had embraced him as the pinnacle to never be surpassed, a titan of professional wrestling that would be held in the highest regard for eternity.

But the lofty thoughts and deeds of mortals are always in the shadows cast by their Gods.

An immortal being with a caramel halo drizzled upon her voluptuously sumptuous figure and her flame haired wife’s hand in hers has sweetly sauntered her way up the mountain forever with that loving smile kissing her succulent lips. She is our Goddess; Gabrielle the mere utterance of her name inspires love, hope, passion and meaning to our lives. The female figure has never been more of an graceful artwork than hers, it has what has brought all her enemies to their knee’s before her whether she spike their heads into the ground or they fall there, overwhelmed at the divine siren song that is her every delicately and purposefully spoken word. As the titan had sat in his throne unchallenged to his superiority Our Goddess had also conquered all before herself. Her success is that of legend and the bards of this land will sing tales of her glory for millennia’s to come as she has time and time again felt the cool caress of gold upon her waist.

She witnessed the demise of the titan and cast aside the final shackle holding her to this mortal coil, no longer would she seek to pander to we who love her and worship her, Our Goddess is beloved as she has come to place her own needs first and as all divine beings eventually must she stepped aside from our lives to look down upon us from her new found throne. Now as the legacy of the mortal titan is further and further just a memory Our Goddess has reigned supreme as FWA World Champion for seven blissful months , all challengers to that seat cascaded in purple velvet have been brushed aside to stare up at her in amazement that such a being has stepped into their lives. All who enter her presence ponder whether they are worthy and while man will always seek to be accepted into his Goddesses heart few ever are. She has etched her name into the lore of this world, forever to be remembered even long after she has retired to her seat in heaven watching us try to exist without her.

Though we must remember that to every Goddess there is always a Devil…





Narrator: The mountain seems to climb up to the pillars of heaven itself such is the glory from which it is built and at its summit is where the sun shine’s brighter than anywhere else casting a glorious golden glow upon the green grass that defies the cold of this altitude. The wind as well that would be constantly howling and whipping away at anything it can on any other mountain is more a gentle breeze only just managing to ruffle the blades of grass. The fluffy white clouds all around, present themselves as a vision of heaven…though one that is surpassed by Our Goddess but her presence is yet to be told for now the muscular figure of her Jackal; JoJI eagerly stands barefoot in the serene surroundings. His chest is left bare to proudly show off his finely sculpted body, not an ounce of fat resides on his being as he has sculpted it to be a temple in the name of Gabrielle. The clouds behind his hulking body float into the shape of two angelic wings sprouting from the back of the devout knight. A single bead of sweat trickles down his body, hugging the curves of his pectoral muscles and six pack before hitting the silver steel and chain link armour he wears as pants. A matching piece of silver metal and chain link adorns his head and is blessed with the symbol of Gabrielle; a large purple G over the top of a caramel cross, his face is left bare and is is firmly emblazoned with a smile as he is blessed with Our Goddesses divine being within arm’s length in a state of relative undress. A wickedly deadly pair of red soled and studded Louboutin stiletto heels hugs her dainty feet and performs their desired role of shaping her long and beautiful smooth caramel lathered legs, every inch more perfect than the last. Her stunning thighs continue on from her legs before making a shapely ass out of themselves underneath some lacy white lingerie fabric that is nearly completely sheer against her deliciously dark complexion. It is only a miniscule pair of white low rise boyleg style panties underneath an even tinier lacy white completely sheer mini skirt, stretched by the curves of her hips and ass. Upwards from here much of her skin is left bare save for the cool touch of a diamond studded chandelier navel piercing and the touch of a completely sheer white unbuttoned jacket that hides nothing from view and shows the strain that her strapless white bra is under as it desperately attempts to contain all 34 inches of her heaving DD breasts. For now at least the lacy fabric does its job and Joshua Diehl can rest easy knowing he won’t have to deal with irate mothers taking exception to the client that keeps him the busiest. A pendant made completely of caramel and purple coloured diamonds in the shape of her symbol hangs from around her neck with large gold hoop earrings dangling delicately from her earlobes. That blissfully beautiful smile of hers is pressed firmly to her lips like the lingering kiss of a lover and her gorgeously deep ethereal blue eyes are lit up with happiness. Her entire being in fact from the intimidating tip off those stiletto’s to the well-manicured fingernail on her wedding ring adorned finger and every last strand of her luxurious dark brown hair which flows freely down upon her shoulders and is adorned by the touch of a tiara made completely out of red rose petals. Finally in her hands capturing her lovely caramel coated reflection is the prize that forever has and will be out of Duke Drazin’s grasp…the FWA World Championship. The shimmering gold caressed by her dainty and soft fingers is adorned with her awe inspiring name. Her lips still with that warm smile that could launch a thousand ships or inspire any man to her bidding then part as she finally speaks…

Gabrielle: It seems a lifetime ago that I was denied even the opportunity to entertain my desire to compete for this most revered and coveted of prizes. It all seems to be a foolish dream carried upon the foolhardy hopes of those who now cling desperately to their last remaining shards of power…hopes that they could deny their Goddess the prizes I am most worthy of. Those who perpetuated and played into denying a divine being have been cast aside from what is my world…Drew Jolson hasn’t been seen in months, Josie Lewis wouldn’t dare breath upon me let alone ever say another damaging word or raise her hand against me and Matthew Robinson is burying himself between Denise’s frankly fantastic breasts so he can’t see the rug pulled out from underneath himself as The Great Siege takes full control. Those days where your Goddess could be looked down upon as merely a woman striving to compete in a man’s world are a thing of the past…at my divine hands. The message that The Queen Of Wrestling Jillian De Silva started and the English Rose Moira Crawford continued has been forever driven home at my hands.

I have heralded in a glorious age, a new dawn from the shadow that was the passing of Matt Boudreau to the depths of embarrassment that was Drew Jolson and even from the horror that was Rocky Creed’s name upon this Championship belt I have rescued it, I have brought it into the light of glory. Around my waist this Championship has never looked better…there has never been a Champion that looks better. There has never been anyone like me…a body that can weaken the knees of any man or woman…a mind that can make the likes of Raquel Wednesday blush…in ring prowess that would make the likes of Dean Malenko jealous and talent that only a Goddess could bestow upon herself. I am revered, worshiped, loved and too be remembered as the greatest of all time. The achievements of mortal and even immortal man and those of the mortal women inspired by my life to attempt similar levels of success all pale in comparison to me…a woman born in a small often ignored corner of the world but reborn as your Goddess. A Goddess stalked by men and fallen false Gods alike.

Narrator: For a moment her passionately intense eye’s drop downwards over the edge of the mountain beneath her heels where far below her a bald headed figure nervously climbs after her, desperate to reach the summit. She simply smirks at his desperation, a playfully malicious expression before then handing the FWA World Championship to her Knight and allowing her hands to be free as she rests them on her full hips.

Gabrielle: I am unstoppable no matter who opposes me I always end up on top leaving them with a dejected but satisfied grin. Everyone has fallen before me either laying at my feet or kneeling at them as they give into their Goddess. I have beaten every challenger to my velvet laden throne time and time again, I have achieved what many deemed impossible in not only becoming Champion and not only doing so in the Mile High Massacre but also backing that up by winning the Elimination Chamber at Trial By Fire. I was deemed in a derogatory way to much of a Goddess to compete in such hellacious match’s in succession but I defied the pathetic wisdom of my doubters and did exactly so. All the while through every match and even beyond those to where I beat him at Ace’s High Duke Drazin the mortal who wishes he were a God on the level of myself. Duke you have constantly been buzzing in my ear like an annoying gnat who won’t realise that it stands barely an inch from the ground in the eyes of its Goddess.

You can lay all the claims of grandeur that you have at my feet hoping that they reach my ears Duke but it is all pointless you will forever be beneath me, your hopes of claiming the World Championship as yours are now more imbecilic than they were while you waged your decade long war with Matt Boudreau. If you could never defeat the Titan then how do you hope to defeat the Goddess that is replacing his memory with her eternal existence?

Narrator: A soft giggle further stings the fallen false God who has climbed further up the mountain side below her.

Gabrielle: It is utterly futile Duke that you continue to entertain these ludicrous thoughts of besting your Goddess, just give into the urge that tugs at your every fibre to simply kneel before me allowing you to live your life in blissful service of me. Just look at how happy my Jackal is by my side…man has never known such bliss as to serve his Goddess. Gabrielle 4.6. This poisonous life that you continue to lead further subjecting yourself to loss after loss is not healthy Duke. How much more can you really take?

How often can you pick yourself up off the ground, dust yourself off and march against me stupidly believing that this time will be different?

Narrator: Again she glances down at ‘Duke’ the sun shining off his bald head as he gets closer and closer to the feet of Gabrielle whose voice now booms from between her full succulent lips.

Gabrielle: It will always play out the same way Duke; you have been given opportunity after opportunity you have been there through every step of my Championship reign constantly pestering me, never giving up. While that may be an admirable attribute to have Duke, it is nothing short of annoying to stomp on a bug only to have it crawl back to you time and time again. I beat you at Mile High, I beat you at Trial By Fire and I beat you at Ace’s High. Now Back In Business an event spectacular where I have always competed in a Championship match WILL be our final encounter Duke. This war between us will not last a decade unlike Matt I cannot tolerate; I will not tolerate dealing with the same bug time and time again. After all it seems that Death itself is attempting to come for a divine being.

Narrator: Again she playfully giggles, this time more out of amusement.

Gabrielle: Charon for what reason you have created in your fractured mind you have decided to target me, you attacked me with the help of a taser and in turn without lifting a finger, without even touching you I made you kneel before me and left you laying in the ring. Whatever has inspired you to come after a divine being whether it be to simply live in my presence and have me utter your name or to test and see how good you are is of little concern now…you see Charon I will revel in putting you down like a dog, I will revel in taking vengeance for the hero that you have slain. Michael was a good man who marched forward into battles that others were terrified of with my blessing in his heart. It has been said that he would have done anything for me, but now Charon that you have formally introduced yourself to me it is I that will do anything to slay his killer. So I want you to pay close attention to the last stand of Duke Drazin at Back In Business VI and know that I am giving you a glimpse of your future.

For you have spoken of and invited so many to a match between us, so I know that you long to meet me in the ring as much as I desire to grind you underneath my stiletto heel. So when I beat Duke one more time you can imagine that to be yourself, but your fate will not end with a simple loss to your Goddess, I can promise you that Charon. But that is for another day…for now Duke you who claim to be the devil in our war it is you that will lay at my feet yet again…

Narrator: She smiles as the bald headed man reaches the summit and clambers to his feet, glaring at the gorgeous caramel being before him who simply places a hand upon his chest almost caringly as if she were caressing the body of one of her lovers. Things turn kinky though as she shoves him back and sends him plummeting off the edge of the mountain and all focus falls upon her brightly shining blue eyes…





Narrator: That same playful and warm smile lovingly kisses her lips and inspires her entire being into bliss. Her beautiful body is still accentuated by her jewellery and those deadly stilettos, the tiara of red rose petals is still nestled amongst her hair only now it is shaped into the image of two devilish horns sprouting upwards from her brunette hair. Her darkly rich complexion of caramel dripping upon every inch of her skin is still so viewable and unhindered by material. Now though with the sweat that glows upon her body moistening her every curve paints her body even more lusciously as her dessert complexion truly seems to drip upon and from her body and now there is even less material to soak it up. Gone is the white lingerie and in its place only a tiny pair of pink panties around her hips that don’t even cover all her ass and a pink bra which is blessed with straps to help contain those breasts though still struggles and inspires men and women to prayer for the failure of those two miniscule straps. Accompanying the devil horn tiara is a pink tail descending into a point that hangs from her miniscule panties, held in her right hand is a long stripper poled pitchfork and in her left hand is an uncoiled black whip dangling dangerously to the ground. If ever there was a devil to inspire man to sell their souls it is her, The Goddess Gabrielle and every soul at her feet would be sold for the same thing…one night alone with the Devil Of Desire. Her blue eyes gaze upwards and find the figure of her bald headed opposition falling towards her where he lands with a thud in the middle of the ring of fire that encircles him, the holy warrior JoJI whose sweaty body could inspire any woman to bed down with the most disgusting of slobs as long as she had JoJI’s body on her mind and the divine temptress herself, the siren that could lead billions of people to the gates of hell with a simple smile.

Gabrielle: You see Duke you have laid claim to be the devil between us…but that is I…I am everything, The Goddess and the Devil…above my head is a halo of fire.

Narrator: The Duke lookalike slowly climbs up onto all fours, gazing around at his new found surroundings of hell in horror before his attention falls upon the Devilish Temptress and he can’t help but lick his lips in lust for that moment before her whip cracks and coils its way around his throat as she then pulls him to his feet and hands the handle of the whip to JoJI as she saunters up close to the false god, her heavenly fragrance filling his nostrils as that simmering caramel is close enough to lick. She just gazes up into his eyes and giggles as her new found free hand clutches at her tail seductively.

Gabrielle: You are just a mortal being Duke desperate to exist in my world, in my realm but you are not capable of this. All you can do is remanufacture this delusion of being divine yourself and claim to be on my level as the devil watching and waiting in the shadows. But Duke in the church of Gabrielle I am everything, good and bad I am the be all and end all capable of all things. JoJI has given me his soul so he can personally serve me for eternity, my Jackal will exist forever in service to his Devilish Goddess…you will exist only as long as you can hold onto your mortal coil which if you refuse to desist in testing my patience and wasting my time with your feeble attempts is not much longer. I have tired of your existence Duke, enough is enough this is to be your last gasp and I mean that as with a click of my fingers JoJI would tighten that whip around your throat and watch you turn blue.

The last notion you have of being able to continue standing with me will vanish, when the dust settles and I stand there with this Championship belt held over my head and the heel of my boot on your chest AGAIN I will force reality to hit you Duke. I will spike your head into the canvas again and again, using my voluptuous body as a pendulum to break your skull over and over until you realise this. I will not stop, I will not relent and I will enjoy every second of it though I cannot promise you the same. It will be hell for you Duke watching your dreams die, feeling your will break and your body simply give in to me you will not enjoy how this night plays out. Your only solace being that you have found yourself in the ring with the most delectable being on earth once more, feeling my body pressed tight to yours in the throes…of competition…passionate competition.

Narrator: Her lacy pink Devil tail falls from her grasp as her hand finds its way to her mouth and a single finger teasingly slides past her lips. She then steps back from her opponent at Back In Business VI and with both hands grips the long pitchfork which she plants into the soft ground before herself and gives a quick twirl until she’s standing in front of it with both hands up above her head gripping the pole firmly and pressing her back to it as she crouches down before rising back to her feet as she licks her lips teasingly.

Gabrielle: One more time you get to experience heaven before I send you back here to this inferno of hell where you will forever be reminded that you are just a bug when in my presence. You can fall back on your old ways talk in third person and claim to be uncaring, not even the use of steroids will give you any chance in hell. Nothing ever will I am incapable of having a bad night while you are incapable of being good no GREAT enough to best me. This is your destiny Duke…as mine was to shatter boundaries, create a legend, give women the world over a hero and hope in themselves your destiny is to be the runner up, the bridesmaid. You come oh so close so often but fail at the final hurdle every time. It is laughable Duke, utterly laughable and embarrassing for you. I captured the Woman’s Championship on my first attempt, I captured the World Tag Team Championship alongside my luscious Jenny on my first attempt…and I captured the World Championship on my first attempt.

While you, apart from a brief and forgettable North American Championship reign over two years ago have done nothing…your number of attempts to become the World Champion must be nearing the double digits by now. That is shameful Duke, you’ve had enough chances and I have had to deal with you in my every World Championship match it’s time you go to the back of the line and watch everyone else fall before me. Who knows Duke perhaps once I’ve surpassed the reign of Matt Boudreau and reign supreme for two full years you will get another opportunity to be put on your back where you are most comfortable in Championship matches. I just hope Duke that you pray to me for something to fulfil your life between now and then so you aren’t completely empty inside. For you must remember Duke just as I am a Goddess in white and a Devil in pink I am capable of great wrath and also pure unbridled love and compassion.

For while she may look out for herself first and foremost and while it is our duty to pray for what is best for her first, our Goddess loves us all and will bless all who deserve it with the best for their life. Gabrielle 1.3.

Narrator: Another smile as she tussles her long hair over her shoulders and releases her grip on the stripper like pole and steps toward ‘Duke’ where with the click of her fingers JoJI releases him from the grip of her whip allowing him to collapse to all fours. Gabrielle then takes hold of her Championship belt and crouches down before Duke brandishing the title in front of his face as she holds his head up by the ear with her free hand. Her warm smile turns wickedly cruel as she forces him to gaze at her name upon the gold belt before getting to her feet where she offers him her hand which he happily and slowly licks like an obedient dog. Once again her hand rests upon his chest as she shoves him over onto his back and then places one of those dagger like stiletto heels into his mouth and as the bald man smiles so does the Holy Jackal and The Goddess in devilish pink.





Narrator: Though we must remember that to every Goddess there is always a Devil…though there is that rare occasion where she is one and the same. A being blessed with a halo and a demonic pitchfork in hand. A sinner and a saint…but a divine being, Our Goddess and our World Champion above all else.

[Venomous Dragon]

*We see Juan Lopez sitting in a waiting room. He is wearing a Miami Heat t-shirt with the big three James,Bosh and Wade on the front. He is also wearing dark blue jeans along with black sneakers.He shifts in his chair back and forth with an annoyed look on his face. He looks around the plain room. It is completely white with only a few amateur looking paintings and red chairs. The seat is uncomfortable and soon Juan loses his patience. He gets up from the chair and knocks on the glass window. It opens and the receptionist peaks her head through.*

Receptionist: Can I help you sir?

Juan: Yea when the hell am I going to get called in?! I have the biggest match of my career to prepare for and you have me wasting my time sitting in a chair that busts my ass!

R; I’m sorry sir the current patient’s session has run a little long……

J: Well hurry it up!I have better places to be. I’ll give the doctor 15 more minutes before I go in there myself to get this over with.
R:You can’t do that sir.

*Juan smiles*

J: Just make sure it doesn’t get past 15 minutes.

*As the minutes past Juan takes another look around the waiting room. He sees the other people around him. An old lady who looks like she just rolled out of bed. An overweight man sulking in the corner and a young lady desperately biting her nails. Juan gets angry at the fact he has to share space with such cretins. He should never even be in the same room as such pathetic people. Finally the receptionist opens the door and calls Juan’s name. He enters and then turns left into the therapist’s office. She’s a young woman most likely late 20’s.Blonde hair up to her shoulders with black business jacket and black skirt on.*

Therapist: Hello Mr.Lopez nice to meet you I’m Dr. Darleen Richards.

Juan: Can’t say it’s nice to meet you. This is a waste of very valuable time.

Dr.Richards: I’m sorry you feel that way. I hope by the end of you feel it was time well spent. Go ahead and lay down on the couch.
J:We’re really going to go with clichés? I think I’ll just sit down. I don’t lay down for no one.

Dr.:Ok let’s start at the beginning. How was your childhood?

J:More Clichés? Look I was poor. My family didn’t have a lot and my only escape was wrestling. I would watch it as a kid and I’ve never wanted to do anything else but wrestle. I wanted to be larger than life like those who were on my TV. I lived in a crappy neighborhood in Miami, you know the parts they don’t show in the vacation ads. So I had to scrap and brawl everyday just to survive. That’s why I’ve gotten so far in this business. That’s how I developed my killer instinct.

Dr.:Ok interesting. What about your violent outbursts? If you were victimized why do you pick on the ring crew and cameraman?

J: Oh god. Listen this is the wrestling business. Even if you’re not in the ring you always need to be alert. Life never goes on break so nether should anybody else.

Dr.:Ok what about your nickname “Venomous”. Do you carry a lot of venom with you?

Juan: You have to in this business. Only way you survive in this business. If not it’ll consume you entirely. Any other stupid questions?

Dr.:……Ok. What about self-mutilation? You took barbed wire and cut yourself open. Do you consider that normal?

*Juan laughs.*

J: Do you consider it normal that men compete in matches in which they go through tables, fall from 20 feet in the air or hit each other silly with chairs? I was sending a message to Eyesnsane. That nothing he could do would hold me back. Look this is ridiculous. I’m only here because if no they’d replace me at Back in Business.

Dr.: I’m sure they just want to help you.

J: Please. That company has nothing but demons and deviants. There are two brothers who hate each other and one will BURY the other alive. They have a champion who is nothing but a common whore who gives it up to everyone in the ring she probably has daddy issues. Hell someone’s girlfriend got kidnapped! You got a guy walking around with a goofy looking mask wanting people to SET HIM ON FIRE! Yet I’m the one here? It’s a conspiracy.

Dr.: What do you mean?

Juan: I did my research. There never was a Latino champion at any level until I won the Young Lions championship. They never expected me to win. I was just supposed to be feed to Hughes. When I won it ruined their plans. They don’t want diversity in their company. Everyone they push to the top is American. Yo soy lo major en la lucha y ellos no me quien abriba.

Dr.:…..English please…….

J:No I ain’t repeating myself your educated learn a second language.

Dr.:Ok what about Eyesnsane? What do you think of him.

*Juan exhales and his expression changes*

J: Eyesnsane is the bane of my existence. There is a part of me that respects him greatly. He is a gifted athlete and my greatest adversary ever. But then there is an even bigger part of me that is disgusted at his very mention. Me and him have been war for months and at every turn he makes people believe people this has been a one sided affair. But it hasn’t. I’ve beaten him more than once. I’ve pinned his shoulders to the mat. I know I’m better than him! He knows too! That’s why he’s taken every shortcut he can. He’s had Over the Edge watching his back the entire time. I’ve been all alone. Hell the only ally I had they fired! After they saw Grizzy Joe and me beat Over the Edge I should have known they’d get rid of him to give Hughes the advantage! Well at Back in Business there will be no stablemates, no sledgehammers, no excuses! He’ll finally learn he was never a match for me that he just had the backing of the corrupt office. I’m ready to ruin their plans once again. I don’t sleep at night thinking about beating Eyesnsane. When I’m hitting the bags at the gym I’m envisioning him. This isn’t even about the championship anymore. It’s about me proving to Eyesnsane and management that I’m the bigger and better star! That I deserve respect! That I deserve the matches on the supershows not him! Eyesnsane has taken me to the brink and he’ll learn what a mistake that was.

Dr.: You mean he’s taken you Over The Edge?

*Juan gets up and his eyes widen with rage. He begins tearing the office apart. Throwing the couch, the Doctor’s desk and even her diploma on the wall. When he’s finished it looks as if a hurricane has ravaged the office. The doctor sits in the corner in the fetal position as Juan leaves the office and begins leaving. In the parking lot he runs into Scott Chadwick.*

Scott: Hey Juan! What’s up Buddy?! I’m here for my weekly evaluation. Been coming since that incident with Eyesnsane.

*Juan gives an indifferent glance to Chadwick and swiftly knocks him out with a punch*

Juan: No more distractions. Time to get my redemption.

*Juan gets in his red Camaro and drives off.*

[iMatt]

Walking backstage in the FWA Arena....

Thomas Princeton walks backstage in a suit and blue tie. His cuff links have bald eagles on them, he also wears an American flag pin on his lapel. Behind him are his Yes Men writing notes. Tom looks down the hall his eyes looking dead ahead.

Tabby: Mister Princeton you are on in fifteen minutes.

Tom: Excellent.

Bryce: You also received a call from your wife, she wants you to call her in about an hour.

Tom: Do you know what it's about?

Bryce: I think she wants to bring your kid and visit you soon on the road.

Tom: Alright, remind me in an hour.

Bryce: Yes sir.

Tom: Dimitri call the hotel and make sure they have a bottle of wine waiting for me on ice when I return.

Dimitri: Yes sir, calling now.

Dimitri starts to dial on my phone. Tom begins to walk down a corridor.

Tabby: Sir where are you going? The ring isn't that way.

Tom: I have to use the bathroom.

Bryce: Do you want me to hold it for you?

Tom grimaces.

Tom: Bryce, don't be gross. Tabby do me a favor and slap him for me. Really hard.

Tabby: Right away.

Tabby slaps the spit out of Bryce. Bryce whimpers as Tom enters the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom....

Tom: Ugh, I'd fire him....but his dad is a friend of mine. It's not his fault his son got dropped on his head too many times.....or maybe it is.

Tom walks up the urinal and unzips his fly. As he does this he has a flashback....

~Flashback~
Restaurant bathroom
Moscow, Russia 2002.......

Thomas Princeton is finsihing up at a urinal. As he is doing this a Russian man wearing a black polo and black khakis walks in. He goes the urinal right next to Tom.

Man: Эй. (Hey.)

Tom: Эй.

Man: Вам нравится еда? (Are you enjoying the food?)

Tom: Это хорошо, хотя, честно говоря я устала от еды картофель через 4 месяца здесь. (It's good though to be honest I've grown tired of eating potatoes after 4 months here.)

The man laughs. Tom chuckles.

Man: Ах ты чудак Мистер Принстоне. (Ah, you are a funny man mister Princeton.)

Tom pauses.

Tom: Я никогда не говорил тебе мое имя. (I never told you my name.)

The man pauses for a moment, then quickly reaches for a pistol he swings it up to shoot Tom in the head but Tom grabs his wrist and pushes his hand into the wall trying to force the gun out of the man's hand, the man fires a shot and ceramic urinal next to Tom is blown to bits by the powerful gun. Tom wrenches the man's arm into the air and the man fires another shot into the ceiling. Tom punches the man in the gut and then uses his other arm to grapple with the man's free arm.

Tom: Кто послал тебя, чтобы убить меня?! (Who sent you to kill me?!)

Man: Николай.... Николай Аркадий. (Nikolas, Nikolas Arkadi.)

Tom's eyes grow wide. In his moment of surprise the man tries to take advantage and knees Tom in the gut, he tries to aim his gun to shoot Tom but Tom twists his arm and the gun drops the ground. Tom then grabs the man by the shirt and slams him back first into the wall. There are cracks in the wall from the impact Tom has caused. The man lies on the ground out cold. Tom hears another man coming. He grabs the gun off the floor and hides underneath the sink.

Man #2: Сергей ты в порядке? Что с вами так долго? (Sergei are you okay? What is taking you so long?)

Man #2 sees that his friend is out cold, but before he can react Tom shoots the man in the leg. The man falls to the ground and screams out.

Man #2: Американский все еще жив! (The American is still alive!)

Tom rushes into one of the stalls, he uses the butt of his gun to knock loose some screws. He can hear several men coming. Tom unscrews the stall wall door, as the men enter the bathroom Tom uses the stall door as a battering ram and shield and knocks five men to the ground. Tom climbs over the men and rushes out towards the outside as he does shots fire at him. The glass windows looking into the restaurant shatters from a bullet as Tom runs out and into the street. He then runs down the street and into a taxi.

Tom: Возьмите меня в посольство США, а сейчас! (Take me to the U.S. Embassy, NOW!)

The taxi guns it down the street as Tom slumps into his seat, he takes a few deep breaths and then looks down at his pants and zips up his fly.

~End Flashback ~

Inside arena bathroom....

Tom is washing his hands at the sink. He sighs and then exits the bathroom to rejoin his Yes Men.

Inside FWA arena.....

"The Orange Man" blasts over the loudspeakers and Thomas Princeton enters with his Yes Men as the crowd boos and jeers him. Tom has a smirk on his face as he enters the ring and is handed a microphone.

Tom: Good evening subordinates!

Louder boos from the crowd.

Tom: I can see that all of you are excited about the upcoming Back in Business VI! Aren't you all excited?

Tom perfectly baits the crowd into cheering, he grins and then continues to talk.

Tom: I'm glad you are all so excited to see me win, to see me reclaim my title and become the first ever three time North American champion! I am very pleased to see that you all are behind me!

Crowd starts some "you suck" chants. Tom ignores them and continues to talk.

Tom: You see at Back in Business I will be competing in a Metal Mayhem match for the North American title AND the contract of the beautiful Katie Lynn Goldsmith. Ah yes, the girlfriend of one of my opponents Carmine "Grim" Reaper and the current possession of the soon to be former North American champion Alexx. I can safely say that she is a beautiful woman, though she really doesn't have much in the chest department, but when you are a beggar like Carmine you can't be a chooser. Now many have wondered if I won Katie Goldsmith what would I do with her? Well I'm a married man, happily married in fact, so there would be nothing romantic involved of that nature. No in fact I would give Carmine a choice. If I won an absolute choice. But I'll get to that in a moment let me talk about Carmine as a person and a wrestler for a moment.

Carmine, sometimes I think the commentators give you a bad rep. They say that you are just a softie trying to mascaraed as a tough guy willing to do what it takes to win. That you really have no spine, but I know that's untrue. I know that you are willing to lose blood in order to save Katie and to hold that title, hell I made you bleed to take the North American title back. So you are no stranger to being beaten to a pulp, especially when it comes to facing me! But you see I think it's unfair to say that about you. I don't think you are a fake tough guy, I just think you are a fake wrestler. A shade, a charlatan of talent. You aren't a wrestler you're just a guy whose gotten lucky a few times. The reason Katie is with you and not Jayson Shepherd is because Jayson turned out to be an even bigger loser than you! The reason you became North American champion is because you caught me on a very uncharacteristic off night. Hell the reason you ever got to be a part of the biggest thing of your career the Sons of Liberty was because you were born in Boston. Once again, luck. Lucky you. But Carmine sir, you're luck has run out. The Metal Mayhem match is not about luck, its about survival, its about brutality it's about drive. And if there is someone who knows about these kind of matches at Back in Business it's me!

You can't beat me, you can't even beat Alexx! You will be crushed by me and I will take the title and you're overrated girlfriend. And yes this takes me back to my choices, to my offer. Carmine I understand that Katie is the best thing that has and ever will happen to your life. So I won't be cruel. When I win the match I will give you two choices. Either you bow down to me and become my servant, my muscle, my slave for the rest of 2011 OR Katie Lynn Goldsmith becomes one of my Yes Men, FOREVER! It will be you're decision Carmine. I'm happy with either one. Of course the current champion will not get choices.

Tom grins.

Tom: Yes Alexx, less mercy will be used for you. Now I could talk about how I made you, I could talk about how you were spinning your wheels in as a glorified curtain jerker until I took you in, I could talk about how you learned everything from me, but actions speak louder than words. I think the fact that you can't think for yourself and that you still idolize me is proven by your recent actions of kidnapping Katie. Yes that was real original Alexx. I wonder who did that before you?...Oh I know IT WAS ME! You two faced bastard! With all those creative outfits you still can't take a piss without my say so! You still follow my moves, my strategy, my methodology! You are merely an extension of me, and its time for me to reclaim what is properly mine the title you wear around your waist, Katie and ultimately you're pride!

Think I'm worried about a Metal Mayhem match, about a triple threat? I've taken on two men in combat, I've taken on even more than that! And I've always come out on top. Someone always messes up, someone misses a detail, someone makes a mistake. It always happens and I am the one who will capitalize. I am the one who will survive, I am the one who will claim victory! I will be the new, the next and the definitive North American champion. When people think of this title they will think of my moment with me holding up the North American title! Bloody and bruised but still standing on top of your shattered bodies! Do you honestly think I'm going to lose on the biggest stage of the FWA after all I've done this year? After all I've built and worked for? No this will be my crowning moment where I outlast each and every last one of you! I am the ultimate champion, I am the true champion I am the one maniacal enough to survive mayhem! I make the order out of chaos! I am the prince of darkness, my name is Thomas Princeton and I'm better than you!

"The Orange Man" blasts over the loudspeakers as Tom drops the microphone and exits with the Yes Men a smirk on his face as the crowd boos him.

[jabberwocky]

The lights are dim, and the curtains drawn in this moderate sized North Carolina hotel room. The sound of Ernie singing his ode to a rubber ducky plays at a low volume in the background.

At one point in Ashley’s life, this would all be the beginning of something either sarcastic or vile. But this is not that point in Ashley’s life. In fact at this very point in Ashley’s life he is sitting in one of the well-padded chairs in the corner of the
room holding a blanket in his arms. He looks at it affectionately gently cradling it.

Ashley: “How many of you have had a defining moment in your life? A moment that people would look at and make a judgement of your character based upon?”

He looks down at the bundle in his arms.

Ashley: “Some of the defining moments I’ve made in me life ‘aven’t exactly painted me with the best brush. Years of alcohol abuse, depression filled anger, and kicking a pregnant woman who happens to be a former FWA Champion will do that…
But what does one do? In me case…”

he sighs.

Ashley: “In me case I got lucky. So lucky, and so fortunate. You see I was on a downward spiral when I left this company. The report about me knee was a half truth. Aye, I was injured…But it was not what was keeping me out of the ring… Years of heavy drinking was catching up with me. It was costing me my love fer this profession. It was numbing the pain I felt but it also numbed everything I enjoyed and should be enjoying…When I ‘eard the words of me beautiful woif Moira, saying that she was pregnant with our child, that pushed me on me arse and forced me to look at wot I ‘ad become and was becoming should I stay the path I was on.
Believe me, wot I saw wasn’t good. Wot if I stayed an angry drunk? ‘ow long before me ‘eart gave out? Or me liver? Would my daughter get to know me? …Would she even want to?

A gentle coo emits from the blanket. Ashley pulls the blanket down a bit as Alexis, his baby daughter slowly stirs with life as she wakes up, her arms stretching out grasping at the air. He smiles

Ashley: “Instead, with the support of me woif, I got the ‘elp I needed to get back on path. The question after that was…wot do I do with meself? The last thing a recovering alcoholic needs is spare time on ‘is ‘ands. So wot do I do?
When I left, I fully expected to never return. In fact I ‘ad very little intention of ever returning. But after talking it through, it dawned on me…This company needs me more than it ever did. Do I say that to snide the current roster? Hmm…per’aps, but that is not me intention. It’s because I’m a former champion and a former champion that doesn’t ‘ave ‘is ‘ead up ‘is arse. Which is a growing issue in the industry I joined so many years ago.

That is partly the reason why I’m coming back to ‘elp Golden out. See, I was ‘appy for the kid, winning the big one…But damn if things didn’t go down ‘ill for ‘im roit after that. ‘e was starting to fall into trends that were going to end up costing ‘im not only ‘is belt but per’aps ‘is soul. I couldn’t let that ‘appen. Wot sort o’ person would I be to sit there and sporadically check to see ‘ow an old friend is suffering?
I left this company thinking I couldn’t contribute to it anymore, and that it ‘ad nothing for me…It’s funny wot time will do to change opinions.”

Alexis giggles a lively giggle in Ashley’s arms

Ashley: “…I’m a family man now. I’m not in the FWA for glory, or control, or any of that usual stuff. I’m back in the FWA because this is where me family was formed and where it wants to be. And I will defend that family til the ends of the earth.”

He looks at his daughter who has nodded off again

Ashley: “Because it’s the right thing to do. Just like getting back into the ring at Back in Business and getting the tag belts with Devin is the right thing to do…”

[Maddiemoiselle]

The lovely Mustang Maddie stands in front of a full length mirror in a tight red bikini with a smile upon her face. She gives a quick twirl admiring her reflection from every angle and nodding her head approvingly.

Madison: I think this is the one.

?: You think?

Madison: Well maybe, what do you think?

?: I think you look gorgeous hon, nothing like Gabrielle jnr.

The Aussie vixen pouts at her good friend and wife of her best friend Jenny Ignito who's sprawled out on the bed admiring Madison.

Madison: Oh god not you too?

Jenny: Sorry hon slipped out, but its not like thats a bad thing to be called. I know every inch of Gabrielle as I know you do as well so we both know then that being likened to her is no bad thing.

Madison gets all shy and blushes as Jen makes mention of their activities that would see the three gorgeous women knowing each other very well.

Jenny: Thats so adorable how you still get all embarassed Maddie. Here you are happily running around half naked every chance you get, showing off your Mustang all the time and snogging every woman you see, even falling for Dinorah and your still that sweet, shy little girl Gabby introduced me too.

Madison: I cant help it, its just my nature. Even spending so much time with you and Gabby who are in a constant battle to keep your clothes on hasn't changed that.

Jenny: Oh and you and Dinorah arent the same?

Maddie blushes even redder.

Madison: I think you know the answer to that.

Jenny: You know I think that red bikini might be too much red with you blushing all the time sweetie. You and Gabby have very similar builds Im sure we can find one of her bikinis for you.

Madison: Where is she by the way? Im surprised with how much she always goes on about you that now that you are back she isnt constantly in this bed.

Jenny: I think we both needed some time to catch our breath for a few moments she's run off with her boy JoJI to tease the masses in as little clothing as possible, which is exactly what you'll be doing in this little yellow bikini. You wouldnt beleive it could contain those curves of my wifes.

Madison: That is tiny.

Jenny: Dinorah will love you in it, everyone will. Even Sally.

Madison: Doubtful I think she see's me as a way to vent her displeasure with Gabby without causing any friction in the Great Siege.

Jenny: Well then Alana?

Madison: If she's shot down Gabbys advance's time after time I dont think I have a better chance.

Jenny: Nolee?

Madison: Maybe, we did enjoy that pillow fight.

Jenny: Well I know Dinorah will love it.

Madison: I just hope she doesnt tear it off me when we're out there.

[iMatt]

Okay was a little lenient gave people some more time but now the time for posting promos has ended and extension promos has ended as well. Deadline has passed good luck everyone.

[Dr Nash]

(occ: got permission. light screen on labtop went out promo was saved on it. just managed to angle my labtop so i can find my promo and post it. )

Cameras are rolling as the scene begins. The sky is grey with black clouds and the sound of thunder echoing from above heard from all around. We passed by an old funeral parlour. The sound of the rain splashing down on the roof as the water slides down into the rain gutter. Rain water slowly pouring down the rain gutter out down to the side. Not far from the funeral parlour three thousand yards away is several rows of black steel chair. Not a soul is sitting in them. The sound of the rain splashing on the steel chair is head as it pins. There is a green reef. Next to the podiums but no is there. There is a grave dug about nine to ten feet deep in the ground. No coffin or casket present in the grave. Behind the grave is a casket coated with fine black coat of paint. Golden hinges and handles on the casket. A crow flies down from the sky and lands on the end of the casket. The crowd begins to start cawing. Suddenly half of the casket opens. All of a sudden we hear an all too familiar voice coming from the casket.


‘Another day and another full seizure
Another pill, you spiral down deeper
Another cut by a surgical butcher
It's just a way of prolonging the torture

I won't say I don't know what I'm doing
I won't say that I'm sorry

I can't bring you back but I can't leave you helpless
I'll make the pain rest in peace

I'll turn off the light and
Swallow your last breath
So close your eyes, fall asleep
I'll never hurt you
I'll never hurt you

The sun shines on this deadly new morning
The church bells ring an early warning
Your eyes shine as I turn on the motor
The tears fall as the mercy gets closer

I won't say I don't know what I'm doing
I won't say that I'm sorry

I can't bring you back but I can't leave you helpless
I'll make the pain rest in peace
I'll turn off the light and
Swallow your last breath
So close your eyes, fall asleep
I'll never hurt you

I can't bring you back but I can't leave you helpless
I'll make the pain rest in peace
I'll turn off the light and
Swallow your last breath
So close your eyes, fall asleep
I'll never hurt you

Another day, another full seizure
Another pill, you spiral down deeper
Another cut by a surgical butcher
It's just a way of prolonging the torture

I won't say I don't know what I'm doing
I won't say that I'm sorry

I can't bring you back
I can't leave you helpless
I'll make the pain rest in peace
I'll turn off the lights
Swallow your last breath
So close your eyes, fall asleep

I'll never hurt you

The sun shines on this deadly new morning
The church bells ring an early warning
Your eyes shine as I turn on the motor
The tears fall as the mercy gets closer

[*The Voice Pauses For a Moment*]

I won't say that I'm sorry

I can't bring you back
I can't leave you helpless
I'll make the pain rest in peace
I'll turn off the lights
Swallow your last breath
So close your eyes, fall asleep



[*The Voice takes A Long Pause*]

I'll never hurt you’’

* The crow caws again and the man in the casket sits up. He has long brown hair. He is wearing a black leather jacket unbuttoned with no shirt underneath. He has thick beard and one pure white eye and one light blue eye. It is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He stares with those chilling eyes that know no evil but his own.



Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I have no options left. He is too far gone to be helped... even by his own flesh and blood. I can say I tried and he knows I tried. He is just isn’t home and not there. His blindness has gone on too far long. He once had his eyes open and seeing the evil men can do. I made him this way and there is nothing I can do to bring him back. [*Stu closes his own eyes*] I am optimistic for my own son Micah. Still haven’t spoken to him. He must think Daddy isn’t near him because of his mother. Or the fact I don’t..[*Stu hesitates*] love him. That isn’t the case. Despite who his mother is I am still his father. I do [*Stu hesitates yet again while speaking*] love him. He is my own son and nothing can change that nor would I want it changed. Staying as far away from Micah is my own way of protecting from becoming me. He is destined to be a monster and perhaps in some way, me being far from him will protect him. Ultimately save him. I didn’t even see him during Christmas nor did I see him on New Years. Even I could see him. I have no doubt he wouldn’t want to see me or even be within my presence. I wasn’t there and he may as well pretend I don’t exist. The farther away I am from him the less I can cause him damage. I already created one monster through my actions being my brother. At least this way I give him a chance to be normal. Hoping that his dark passenger doesn’t come to life and become the driving force to becoming me. A simple and stunning portrait of his father. I hope Micah doesn’t choose to fall down my path. I could be proud of his work but at the same time I can be disappointed in myself for letting him become that way.

· Stu stares up in the blackened sky as rain dumps by the gallons upon him and everything around him. His hair has become damp and water from the rain rolls down his face. As if the rain were shedding a tear for him on his behalf.



Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Micah may end up hating me the remainder of his life until I am long since gone that me not being there was the best thing I could possibly do or him. I still haven’t spoken or seen him since Micah witnessed me getting stabbed in the back by Jack Severino over petty jealousy and of course...greed. Jack is gone but from my mind he is still there for what he did to me all those months ago. While at same time I did not why Wolf had these problems. Had he told me I could have helped. However Wolf wasn’t there to help me in my moment of despair. [*Stu smirks*] Me actually having a moment of despair is quite funny and ironic. I have caused so much despair. Must my time to meet my maker that day. Wolf is my only blood still alive outside my offspring. He is my true blood brother if you would. I corrupted him and now his dark passenger is driving. He doesn’t have the control of his dark passenger like he used to. He lost control when he got fed up coming up short on several occasions. The puppet master was his own wife Sara. She furthered and implored that dark passenger that I instilled in my him at young age to take control. Ironically few weeks ago Sara saw her husband as the monster. Her husband isn’t there. Just the dark passenger is there the one she set free. There is a bittersweet to this. Sara got her just dessert and got to see with her own eyes what she helped unleash. While on the same side she lost her husband. She knows not of this monster but of her husband. Her husband is no longer there.




· Stu ponders for moment as he pauses at the same time. He lets out a sigh



Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Perhaps I should realize that as well. [*Stu pauses as he looks to the sky perhaps to the heavens where his parents are*] My brother isn’t there anymore. He may look like him but he isn’t there. This is the monster I created all those years ago because of my rage and distaste of my own parents. Wolf deserves better. This maybe a FWA World Heavyweight Title Match but it is a buried alive match. He wants my gold but I want to save him from himself. There is no other way. Out of the fewer lesser evils I choose the grader evil. The only way I know he can get his rest. There is no rest for the wicked as whatever part of my brother that is still there can hopefully find peace. Where as his dark passenger can wrestle the burning legion in hell for what he has done. I accept I am destined to feel the wrath of the burning legion in hell for what I have done but at least I have clarity when I arrive there. I still remember that day like it was yesterday when I turned him into a monster.


‘I awoke before dawn, I put my boots on
I took a face from the ancient gallery
And I walked on down the hall

[*Stu closes his eyes*]

I went into the room where I used to lived, and...then I


[* Stu opens his eyes*]


Paid a visit to my brother, and then I..
I walked on down the hall, and
And I came to a door...and I looked inside


[*Stu closes his eyes and tilts his head down while still talking*]


Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...Kill you’


· Stu pauses for a moment as he looks to the sky as the crack of thunder is heard followed by the crow cawing on the casket.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Blood gushed and it splashed on the ground staining the floor. My parents didn’t see my face from the mask but they it was I. Perhaps they wanted a chance to see if I had a look of regret upon my face. They shrieked and I swore I heard movement behind me. I looked and there was nothing. I almost thought it was my brother. But now thinking I believe he saw it. He couldn’t shriek or yell or cry for help. The impression he witnessed had stunned him and placed a dark passenger within himself. It didn’t mortify him but changed him. Time went on and change was complete brought on by his wife the puppet master. I walked out of the house like a shadow in the night. I escaped into the darkness and disappeared. [*Stu closes his eyes*] I can imagine now when I ventured out to escape capture he called for help on the phone. He didn’t remember he had a brother until I mentioned it to him a few years ago. [*Stu slowly opens his eyes.*] He tried to put him down slamming me through a table but I’m still standing. I planted him down with a DDT but he arose within moments. I have been hailed as a cunning sadistic man with my resilience This is life or death o my brother. Nothing I have done in that ring to anyone physically or mentally compares to what I have to deal with. He is my brother. My last living relative. He accepted me for who I am and reminded me who I was. That brought us together.


· Stu tilts his head down from staring at the blackened sky to the open grave near him. He glances slowly back at the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: His dark passenger and his choices brought him to this moment. He overcame all that was in a Carnal Contendership Match to become World Heavyweight Champion. I know he wants the belt but it also wants a chance for vengeance against me. Steaming from what I have done to him as a child. Then his own problems that made him disappear from FWA all those months. I don’t blame him for what I happened to me. It was my maker calling. He had to eventually had to find me. It didn’t make me feel human nor did it make me feel less than a monster. It didn’t break my shattered blackened heart back. It opened my eyes and enlightened me to who I am and what I have done. I am not born again nor do I want to be saved by a church or a chapel or being put in a river. I have acceptance but I am neither an angel or a devil. I am not trusted by heaven nor hell. I have truly fallen. Wolf is The Angel of Death and lived up to that moniker. His deeds are known but they must be answered for. Fitting it is that I am the one who made him his way instilling a dark passenger inside of him . While being that SAME PERSON that will make him answer for his deeds. This is no easy task. He knows me but not that well. He knows my thought pattern but I am not the most easiest person to reed. He is a giant standing tall above him but that doesn’t intimidate me. Neither one of us can intimidate the other. We are almost seemly matched. Joys of being brothers. [*Stu chuckles*] Burial isn’t far from what is our final resting place. The only thing ensuring that neither one of us will strike again. [*Stu closes his eyes and sighs*] Micah may lose a father but I need set my brother free even if I become the one that is ‘lost.’ It is a risk needed to be taken. Even if I do become ‘lost’ buried beneath the dirt at least I can assure myself Micah doesn’t become me with me gone. With that his dark passenger could very well cease to be.


* Stu slowly gets out of the casket with raining pouring down. The dirt has become mud as the ground is soaked. He takes a few steps towards the open grave. He stares down into it. He turns back and ffaces the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Either outcome can benefit me or my son. I just hope that same benefit doesn’t benefit my brother. [*Stu closes his eyes*] Or once was my brother. [*Stu opens his eyes*] Even if Wolf buries me alive he will not be saved. The dark passenger will still run free. Nobody in FWA or the world can stop him if I can’t. There are no rules so weapons will be a bonus. It could be very well an equalizer to Wolf. I know I don’t have a problem battering with my steel chain. That will be the easy part. I have accepted he isn’t my brother. He looks like him and talks like him but it isn’t him. I just need to remember that. The truly hard part will be keeping a seven foot monster down long enough to be buried. I couldn’t keep him down with a DDT. So I must think outside the box to keep him down long enough. This maybe a championship bout for the FWA World Heavyweight title but it is a battle for me to set my brother free and release the grip the dark passenger has over him. This is something I need to do alone. Nothing stopping me or him.



· Stu pauses as he stares with pure seriousness at the camera with the rain still pouring down from the blackened sky.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Time will tell which one is the victor. It was also tell if Wolf has been set free and my brother is in control. It was also tell if or when my son Micah will become like his father. Time only knows if his dark passenger takes root or not. Wolf my brother I will set you free. Burial of you is the only way I can bring back my brother and rid you of your dark passenger. See you soon my brother and hopefully good riddance to the monster.


· Stu spreads his arms to the side. Rain floods down from the blackened sky. Thunder crackles and echoes shortly followed my the crow on the casket cawing.


End of Scene