Red, white and bruised promo thread 2011

[The Golden One]

Post Promos Here. Promos are due THURSDAY JULY 28, 2011 at midnight pacific time. Extensions must be requested by WEDNESDAY JULY 27th 2011 at midnight pacific time and will be no longer than 24 hours. Remember if you get an extension so does your opponent unless s/he has already posted their promo.

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Alexx
Carmine
Wolf
Stu
Gabrielle
Duke Drazin
Jack Severino
Cameron Cross
Aut Pax Aut Bellum

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Clink Clank, Clink Clank, echoed throughout the halls backstage at the Staple Center. The talent and staff passing it in the hall, take one look, and then pay it no mind. Figuring some kid must be backstage. Clink Clank, Clink Clank the small wind up monkey, makes its way down the hall, delighted at the sound of its own symbols.

It heads straight for the entrance ramp, continuing its tune, as it heads through the curtain. A FWA official tries to grab it, but it slips on by. He could have sworn it was laughing at him. The fans turn their head, as Clink Clank, Clink Clank, can be heard coming from the loud speakers all over the arena. They watch this harmless toy monkey, start to stroll down the ramp, as the FWAtron flicks on.

It’s showing nothing but the monkey, which the fans can plainly see anyway. But thought bubbles begin to appear every time a Clink Clank is heard. They emanate from his head, seemingly just spurting out random names, with one tag line coming up in the middle.

Maine Blue Lobsters.....YUMMY The Maine Seadog.....GOT THEM WET

Tampa Bay Stripper Strykers..YUMMIER

TRIUMPHS OF APAB

The Smash Bros and James Sync…PFFFT Bobby Thunder and Randy Fortknox…WOW

Chadwick and Koesterman..AMAZING FEAT

The monkey slowly begins to stop as it nears the ring, one last name pops up, with another little message.

SINFUL SENSUALITY – Took three times to beat some whores for the ass wipers!

Then it seemingly halts in its tracks, with a final Clink Clank, at the ring apron, seconds later it bursts into a wall of flames, disintegrating before the fans. The symbols are all that remain, as they lie on the mat. Two more names appear on screen.

DUKE DRAZIN and Tag Along ANTHONY – ENDED THEIR SO CALLED REIGN

You’re The Best Around than blares out over the crowd and out comes Drazin. He gets one of the loudest pops he has ever had, as he slowly makes his way to the ring, leaning up again the fans, taking it all in. He finally crawls into the ring, grabbing the small symbols as he does. A ring official tosses him a microphone but he whacks it away. He slams the two symbols together over and over.

DRAZIN: “Annoying isn’t it sports fans? You know it has been quite a while since Drazin came out in front of all of you just to yap. Unfortunately Drazin’s been too busy having to face stacked odds, whoring Goddesses and more of the like. Meanwhile your great Unified Tag Team Champions have also had it sooooo rough. They have been facing the likes of lobsters. Acting like it’s such a big deal that they beat them. Can anyone else see how big a deal it was? You don’t even have to answer, as Drazin already knows. You couldn’t because APAB’s heads are so big, they blocked your view.”

Drazin laughs slamming the symbols together another few times.

DRAZIN: “So what was the point in the beginning theatrics you ask? Well Drazin could ask what’s the point in APAB’s entire ass wiper reign? Waiting…Waiting…exactly there isn’t one. APAB just drone on facing hometown hero’s who can’t fart without getting permission first, let alone do something more than mundane. Those two just drone on like an annoying set of symbols, almost completely irrelevant in the past two years. Ever since the only worthwhile fight they ever had ceased and the whore’s little wifey poo retired. After that their biggest feat was losing to Drazin and Anthony some year and a half later or so. Oh damn Drazin meant their greatest tragedy. After all that’s what their existence is, one big Shakespearean tragedy. Poor pitiful us, the FWA doesn’t take us serious, boo hoo. We can’t even get attention when we cry like a newborn with a full diaper, oh what are we to do?”

Drazin shakes his head back and forth, clearly disgusted. He slams the symbols together once more.

DRAZIN: “Oh we know, we’ll join up with the whore that beat us. Yeah and take over the FWA on her back, our match quality will increase and we will no longer be losers. Oh just look at our match quality, we are riding high, taking over the FWA. In short sports fans, before Drazin starts to bore, as that is all looking at APAB’s career will do. These two idiots are singing a new tune, but dancing the same as they always have. APAB are acting like they are big and bad, yet they are constantly beating up on scabs. They are riding high off of the whore winning matches, heck even Kennedy outshines them of late, which is just sad. But they are doing a great job at being a couple of hired thugs. As they run in, trying to save their meal ticket when Drazin has her beat. Yep some ass wiper champions.”

Drazin slams the symbols together once more, and then tosses them to the outside of the ring.

DRAZIN: “Drazin and Tag Along Anthony stopped your precious streak in it’s tracks the very first time we teamed against you. Drazin and Anthony hadn't teamed before, we barely laid eyes on one another, yet we beat you. Drazin and Tag Along Anthony have done more than you, had more relevant matches than you and just plain kicked your ass at every single turn. Drazin and Anthony have gone out night after night acting like the ass wiper champions you always claim to be. We’ll you two do nothing but crap all over yourself. Drazin despises tag teams, but Drazin despises you two APAB assholes more. So sports fans tonight Drazin and Tag Along Anthony will finally stop that nagging droning sound you hear every time APAB come out and do more of the same. But wait you say they did something relevant? Right they teamed with Drazin to face Boudreau and two other losers, whoops they got pinned. They fought with the whole Great Siege against Fight Night, whoops they lost. They beat on Rocky Creed and Port a Pottie, whoops has-beens that left. They played with Golden Boy and his cronie over and over and over again, repetitive much? Drazin has to stop this might just make them slit their wrists. Drazin wouldn’t want them to do that before Drazin has had his chance.”

A fire starts to rise on the FWAtron, fans unable to tell what is burning. They continue to look on, as Drazin just laughs. The camera hauls back and it’s a huge pile of replica unified tag team belts.

DRAZIN: “Oh no sports fans, what are APAB to do? Now when they lose their ass wipers to Drazin and Tag Along Anthony, they won’t even be able to pretend they still have them. The so called legacy of APAB won’t even be able to be faked anymore. This is a sad sad day for The Great Siege, for APAB, for the wrestling world. Yeah only if your APAB, everyone else on the planet will go out and party when Drazin sucks the very essence of APAB away from them. As all those two have is their ass wipers. Nothing more, they can’t even hold a candle to the things Out of Sync, Port a Pottie or Bullseye have done. Oh wait yeah they show up. Anyone else wish they didn’t? Yeah that’s what Drazin thought. Those mundane hometown heroes those two fools keep facing, have made them even more mundane. Whoopi they won against them, destroyed them, big bleeping deal. Drazin will take tough match after tough match and lose every single time, over winning against the scabs of the wrestling world. Any morons in their right mind would too. But oh no APAB have to prop up their ego but beating on scabs. Here APAB I’ve got one for you.”

Drazin reaches down around his butt cheek and scratches for a second. Pulling a little scab off of it.

DRAZIN: “Drazin got this from a cat scratch and the cat had more worth than you. But here’s the scab maybe that will give you two something oh so great to do, after Drazin and Tag Along Anthony kick your collective asses ring side to ring side. So sports fans what was the point in this rant? What was the point it any of this? There was no point. APAB are meaningless, they are just plain pointless and after tonight they’ll be non-existent. For their scab legacy will be all they have to stand by, when we take their ass wipers from them. Drazin doesn’t even give a bleep about the ass wiper. Drazin will take that and shove it down your throat. All Drazin wants to do, is get great delight in watching you fall. For when APAB no longer has their ass wipers to prop them up, poof they may as well go puff the magic dragon, as that is the only way they’ll be able to stay in their magically realm, where they think they hold any significance.”

Drazin goes to leave then ring, bending halfway through the ropes before stopping.

DRAZIN: “Oh and Tag Along Anthony, Drazin hasn’t said word one about you, because as of now nothing needs to be said. You stay the hell out of Drazin’s way and pull your weight like you’ve done in the past and we’ll be fine. But you cross Drazin and Drazin will tag you upside the head with a chair. Just a word to the wise. See you soon APAB, for the last time, as after tonight you disappear into the scab abyss for good.

He then gets out of the ring, as You’re The Best Around starts to play again, going back up the ramp, playing to the crowd a bit more.

[Eyesnsane]

[Emily Gordon is standing on the roof. All the signs of Killemall having been there are in place. There are the rock zen gardens and banzai trees, looking as if they had been posed for a picture. The setting is a bit serene as the sun is starting to set, coloring the sky with orange, yellow , mixed with blue, but there is no sign of Killemall.]

Emily: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m waiting on the arrival of Killemall. Hopefully we’ll get a few words from him before he…

[Suddenly there is a plume of smoke that appears next to her, at first all that can be seen are two glowing red eyes. Emily takes a step backward, then another, and then. The smoke clears enough that Killemall can be seen in his all black outfit, he quickly puts an arm behind Emily, as one more step back would have caused her to fall, she looks over her shoulder behind her as she loses her footing.]

Killemall: Careful, that next step is not the one you want to take. How about we change locations?

[There’s another plume of smoke, but this time everything is engulfed and nothing can be seen on the screen. After a moment the smoke begins to clear and as things come more into focus they are all standing just outside the Over the Edge locker room, in the hallway. Emily takes a moment to compose herself.]

Killemall: I hope you are ok.

Emily: Umm. I, I am ok; thank you that was…

Killemall: Don’t mention it.

Emily: Tonight, is going to be a busy night for Over the Edge. Later Eyesnsane will be taking on Chris Kennedy, Dinorah will defend her title against Maddie, Johnny will have a shot at the Young Lion’s championship, and in just a few moments you will open things up tonight against Cyrus Parker. What’s going through your mind right now?

Killemall: You know, up until last week all you heard people talking about was siege this, and siege that, but things changed last week. You see, when I beat Andrew, hardly anything was said. When Dinorah and Anthony beat the unified tag champs, all you heard folks talk about was Anthony. Then last week, for better or worse, Eyesnsane brings back, Drew Jolson to fight night, and let me be the first to say that the look on the faces of the siege was worth it, it was priceless. We may not have started this war, but we are damn sure going to fight it until the bitter and bloody end. The question the siege needs to answer, is do we have your attention now?
Now, the show is about to start, the only way it can and the only way it should. Tonight, the tailgaters and the early birds that have showed up will be in for a treat. In just a moment you will all get to see the FWA’s only ninja. There has been ample warning to all. Utilized or not, dark match or main event, to me it’s all the same. Cyrus should full well know what to expect, he should know that he is in for the toughest fight of his young career. I am a man with no fear, no doubt, and no morality. Make no mistake about me, I am no hero. I am fear incarnate, I am the unknown, the unknowable, the unpredictable, and uncontrollable hand of violence. I am a slayer of those that falsely promise greatness as well as those that have achieved such heights. Siege member, fight night member, champions past and present, it matters not; because I am Killemall.

Emily: I think we can all easily agree you are one of if not the most unique individuals here in the FWA. However your opponent is perhaps another unique individual.

Killemall: I know of Cyrus Parker, I suppose that management thinks this opportunity against me will snap out of, or should I say into it around here. I do not however subscribe to this theory. Cyrus is reckless, and out of control, and those are his positives when he gives a damn. I look at the man and see wasted potential and failed achievements. A blow to the head makes him an ultra violent aggressive brute. However another blow to the head again make him docile, and a bit laxed. He strikes me as more of a failed experiment and that is why he finds himself set to face me, for tonight he has but two options.
One, he can fight and rise to the occasion. He can show possible fulfillment of the shadows of promise he so briefly displayed. He can walk out there to that ring and accomplish something not many in the FWA can claim by beating me, and in doing so prove that he still belongs, prove that he is worthy to be in the FWA. Or, there is the more likely alternative. The one where Cyrus, like so many who have come and gone before him, just wanders on down to that ring thinking this is easy. Thinking that this is the type of business where you don’t have to focus and give it you all 100 percent of the time. His arrogance and self inflated ego to diluting him into thinking that a dark match is not really a match; that it’s just not that important.
Cyrus, it’s over for you tonight. Understand fully why you were given this match against me. It is because freely, I can do what management has yet to do. What other men in the back claim to do as proof of who or what they are. Tonight I will end what has become known to us all as Cyrus Parker, I may not kill you, but you will never ever again be the same. You will never look at a wrestling ring the same again. You know there is a third option; it’s a kick to the head from me that knocks you unconscious. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to start this show.

[The lights in the hallway flicker on and off, then a plume of smoke engulfs the ninja as he disappears from sight. When the smoke clears, he is gone and the lights return to normal.]

Emily: Ladies and gentlemen that was Killemall, sit back relax. This year’s Red, White, and Bruised promises to be packed full of hard hitting action from start to finish.

[The scene fades to black.]

[Death Approaches]

’History Repeats Itself’



The scene opens up in what seems to be a montage of Tag Teams, in the flashbacks ex-FWA tag team champions, the first ones to appear are the legendary tag team of Ashley O’ Ryan and Stu St. Clair as Vodka and Venom, then it changes to Anthony Jackson and Sean Moore as Empire X, Jack Severino and Thomas Princeton in Executive Excellence, ‘The Idol’ Matt Boudreau tagging with G-Rich, Jenny Ignito and Gabrielle Ignito as Sinful Sensuality, then Aut Pax Aut Bellum. The flashback then shuts completely black for a couple of seconds, then it turns back on, this time with FWA World Tag Team Champions, first off the tag team of Bullseye and Carmine, then Devin Golden and his various tag team partners, then APAB appears on screen once again, this time standing over the fallen Ashley O Ryan with the FWA and World Tag Team titles in their hands, the scene blurs and it re-appears with the same picture as before, this time in an event of this year, same picture, they standing over Ashley O Ryan, Devin Golden on the outside, looking disappointed and they standing with the FWA United Tag Team Titles. The picture starts to move to the sides, as the sounds of an old projector start sounding, the image that was placed starts burning everywhere, by the corners, the center. A deep voice starts sounding, you instantly know who it is of, and you are not surprised to be hearing it. The deep voice brings you warmth, comfort and security as you know who it is from. Anthony, the FWA Television Champion.

.:: Anthony || FWA Television Champion ::.
”The past couple of times that you had seen me talking, you heard me start with something that you all wanted to hear, something that no one liked to talk about, because they were scared. I talked about the Great Siege. The Great Siege struck fear onto the Fight Night Roster, it struck fear into the men who foolishly thought that they had the control over Fight Night, most of Fight Night feared them. The Great Siege thought of themselves as gods who were untouchable, they foolishly thought to themselves that no one could bring them down. They went to sleep thinking that no one was going to do anything to them… heh how wrong they were. Last Fight Night, we showed how very wrong… how FOOLISH they were. There is still resistance in Fight Night, and with Drew Jolson back in play, it is only a matter of time before we have your heads on a silver platter, before we show you that Fight Night is STILL ALIVE. But enough of the talk of the Great Siege… tonight, it isn’t about the Great Siege completely, it is about two wrestlers, about two men who thought they were unstoppable… until they met me… APAB…”

The picture continues to burn, slowly but continuing to burn, the spots that were burned can only be seen in the background as white, although a shadow passes by them sometimes.

.:: Anthony || FWA Television Champion ::.
”APAB… they have been the tag team champions for over two years. Is it impressive? Sure it is… to an extent. Anyone can hold a title for so long without any challengers, it has always made me laugh that these men are considered that. It’s kinda funny, because, when you see in the history books, you see people like the legendary Matt Boudreau, who is resting in peace, who teamed up with G-Rich, Jack Severino, a former world champion and Thomas Princeton teaming up. When you got Sinful Sensuality, two women who REVOLUTIONIZED this industry in Jenny and Gabrielle Ignito and you got without argument, two LEGENDS in both singles and tag team competition teaming up, not once, but three times in the LEGENDARY tag team of Vodka and Venom, Ashley O Ryan and Stu St. Clair. How can you guys even dare to call yourselves the best? When these guys had the tag team titles, they defended them every month. They defended it time and time again, proving themselves to be strong champions, champions that were worthy of them. They weren’t two losers who just sat on their ass, waiting on two jobbers to come by, they barely even got time to fall on the floor. Yet you guys DARE put yourselves as an ‘invincible’ force…”

Anthony laughs at it. The picture completely burns, the scene is completely white now. A shadow of a man, presumably Anthony, appears moving on it. He puts another film in it and it starts counting down from 10… 9… 8… 7… as Anthony continues to talk.

.:: Anthony || Television Champion ::.
”You know, you guys can be considered as either two things: tag team champions who held their titles for over two years because they were nearly ‘invincible’ or as the two weakest tag team champions who held their titles for two years without defending them or doing anything productive while holding them. Yeah, I think that is how EVERYONE will remember you after Sunday. You have held those titles twice… it took you more than once to defeat Sinful Sensuality, you won them, then you lost them against them, then won them again, a great feud, put you all on the map because ‘you could defeat them when no one else could.’ Yeah, good accomplishments for you guys. Then you went about half a year without defending them, about at this time, I was entering FWA, I didn’t know who you guys were, or why everyone looked up to you, but holding those titles for so long… must’ve been doing something right. So as time went on, I started building my doubts about you, you barely defended the titles you held, when you did, you defended them against people like Confederate Justice and Electric Funeral, two teams, that even though they were liked by the fans, they weren’t THE BEST. Then, you went a lot of time without defending, you started talking and talking, you defended against minor teams like Pat Hatt and Jibade Jones through that time, I got into Fight Night, Confederate Funeral was formed, again as before you defeated them. It’s all good, you pass the year and a half mark… and start claiming that you are the best the other tag champs get pissed off, the unification comes, you go on a best of three series against World Tag Champions, Devin Golden and Mike Curtis… Curtis is put out, Moira comes in, you get defeated and then you defeat the new team of Ashley O Ryan. Fast forward a year and then you face Ashley O Ryan and Devin Golden once again… that has been your exciting tag team title reign.”

The other film starts to roll, it presents when Anthony and Drazin first battled against APAB, this shot presents Drazin dominating Andrew.

.:: Anthony || FWA Television Champion ::.
“Yeah, and it also should be noted that in all that time, they were undefeated in tag team action, until Drazin and I came along and took away their 532 undefeated day streak. They were pissed when we took them, then Mountain Rush thought that it would have been a good thing for them to get revenge, so they put Dinorah and me in a tag team match against them, but whoops, once again, my team beat them, the next week they tried one on one with Dan Ward… but he failed. I’ve been a constant thorn on their side. APAB cannot defeat me, and they know it. It’s funny… history tends to repeat itself. Useless wars, same problems with money in countries, same old situations for teenagers, my teammates and me defeating APAB… that is what will happen at Red, White and Bruised.”

A quick picture of Anthony and Dinorah Redgrave is presented when defeating them, the picture quickly changes to APAB beating up Anthony, then quickly to them bailing when Anthony and Drazin stood together in the ring.

.:: Anthony || FWA Television Champion ::.
”Drazin and I had never teamed before, yet we defeated you, Dinorah and I had never actually ‘tagged’ perse, before, and yet we beat you. You guys have been together in tag team action for over two years, Drazin and I teamed up for the first time, and we beat you. That just shows that we have more natural ability than you guys, not only in singles competition but also as tag team competitors. It shows that there is something in your system that doesn’t let you defeat me. Is it that I’m better? Maybe… is it that I am invincible? No… is it that I scare you? Yes. Accept it APAB, I scare you, because you know that you cannot defeat me. And it’ll be repeated, it doesn’t matter if your title is on the line or not. As a champion, I know that it doesn’t matter if your title is on the line or not, you won’t let someone simply defeat you for fun. You may deny it, you can say what you want, but that will not change the fact that I will defeat you, with your titles on the line, or if your titles aren’t on the line. A fact very well know is that Drazin and I don’t like each other. You guys can go with that fact, you can pretend that it will give you an advantage, but all four of us in this match know that it will not. Drazin and I may not meet eye to eye, we have said it before. Hell the guy will not even shake my hand, but we still know what is best, what is the objective, and that is defeating the Great Siege, and you. The only way we can do it is by teaming up against you guys. We know that when we go out there we have to work together to defeat you, that each one has to pull their own weight. I have defeated you guys two times in tag team action, more than anyone before. I have defeated Dan Ward in singles action, hell, we beat the Great Siege when we were in team Fight Night. Everything that I have had to say about you guys, has been said… all bets are on in Red, White and Bruised, when we step into the ring we are going to prove something, we are going to prove that you aren’t the best tag team in the history of FWA. You guys have been slacking for way too long and that isn’t acceptable, we will go out there to take your titles away. APAB isn’t invincible and we’ll prove it.”

The scene changes, we are now in the arena where Red, White and Bruised will happen, no, no… where Red, White and Bruised is happening. Anthony finally appears on screen, he is using his usual ring attire, black jeans, black boots and his FWA Television Championship around his waist, he is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand, the fans are cheering loudly, so loud that you can’t almost hear the thoughts going through your head, he starts talking as the fans stop cheering to let their favorite wrestler… no, no, no, their HERO talk.

.:: Anthony || Television Champion ::.
“Drazin and I are the first real challenge that you guys have faced in over two years. APAB has defended their titles about four times in those two years, out of over 20 Pay Per Views done in that time span. You haven’t defended your titles in over 4 times in two years? That is way too long, no other champion has lasted so long without defending their titles often for so long, it is unfair to other champions that you have the right to even call yourselves ‘champions.’ To be a champion, you need to defend your title against challengers, otherwise, what is the point of calling yourself a champion? A champion is supposed to be the best in his or her division, they titles that you use around your waist aren’t supposed to be just that, a piece of gold around your waist. The title is something that presents you as the best, that no one can beat you, that no one can take you down, yet random partners put beside me can take the champions down? That proves that you aren’t the best, that you aren’t on the best shape. You know, it isn’t fair for people like me, to people like Mark Reynolds, hell to people like Gabrielle that you can keep those titles without defending them. I am the TV champion and even if I haven’t had much competition perse, I have defended my title over 8 times in a span of nine months, I have defended it time and time again, winning every time. This is the first Pay Per View that I haven’t defended my title since I won it, and why was it? Because no one was fit enough to face me for it, management found no one to face me that I hadn’t beat before. APAB, Drazin and I will go out there and take your titles away. I have proven to be better than you both, either in singles competition or in tag competitions. As some said, I am your ‘kryptonite.’ No one is invincible, and we will prove that, everyone has a weak point and I will exploit it, taking you not only to your limit, but beyond. We will make you give it your all and we will take the titles away. So finally, you get to defend them APAB, and you know what, when you defend them, you lose them, because Drazin and I… oh we are going for it all, we are going to destroy the Great Siege and tonight are the first two steps… to you guys… I won’t even wish you good luck, because not even with all the luck in the world, you’ll be able to keep those titles around your waist. Red, White and Bruised will be a deadly blow for the Great Siege… and APAP… keep those titles warm for us until Sunday, and enjoy your last moments as tag team champions, because when you go into the ring with us once again… history will repeat itself.”

He points to the FWA tron as he says this and a picture of Drazin and him holding the tag team titles in their hands, both men have two titles in them, Anthony has the FWA Television Championship and the Tag Team title, and Drazin is holding the FWA Title and the Tag Team Title. Anthony lowers the microphone as he awaits for his tag team partner and his opponents.

[JDizzle™]

The scene opens on a muggy and hot sunny day at the Los Angeles Zoo. Everyone is wearing their best beach gear to wear as little of clothing as possible. The guys wearing tank tops and shorts. The women wearing bikini tops and booty shorts. A man shows up at the entrance wearing shorts, sandals, a tank top, Aviator sunglasses and a Washington Redskins hat. The man appears to be "The Instant Classic" Mark Reynolds.

Zoo Attendant: Hey Mr. Reynolds. How are you doing today?

Mark Reynolds: I'm doing fantastic. Thanks for asking. I'm actually in town for a Pay-Per-View, so I thought I'd check out some of the sites around town in the meantime.

Zoo Attendant: That's right. Red, White and Bruised is tomorrow. I can't wait. My friend and I have ringside seats. I'm hoping you can retain the title. Juan Lopez is just crazy and Johnny Octane is a bully.

Mark Reynolds: Haha. Thanks a lot, kid. I'll do my best for sure.

Mark hands the attendant a fifty dollar bill.

Mark Reynolds: Go ahead and keep the change. Buy yourself an Instant Classic shirt. We have a design coming out just in time for the event tomorrow.

Zoo Attendant: Thank you very much, Mr. Reynolds! I'll be sure to do that, sir.

Mark starts to walk down the path, taking a look at all the different animals. He takes off his hat to wipe the sweat off his forehead before adjusting his hat back on.

Mark Reynolds: It feels amazing to spend some time outside of the ring. It feels like that's all I've been doing lately. Don't get me wrong ... I love what I do, but sometimes, I just feel you need to have some free time for yourself. I've decided to spend my free day before the event at this lovely Zoo. So many beautiful animals and also ...

Mark tips his sunglasses down a bit and takes a look at some of the sexy women walking around the Zoo.

Mark Reynolds: Such beautiful women.

Mark adjusts his sunglasses back before continuing to walk down the long narrow path with bushes overflowing onto the walkway. He then stumbles upon a group of elephants.

Mark Reynolds: Tomorrow, I'm in without a doubt the biggest match of my career. Juan Lopez and Johnny Octane have proved to be amazing opponents and I have my hands full. This is my first ever title defense in FWA and I'm excited about it. They will give me a run for my money, but I'm confident I will keep the belt. My fans have my back and knowing that, I will do what I have to do to win.

Mark walks over to the fence to get a better look at the elephants. Both of the elephants are drinking some water, before one of them starts freaking out. The people are looking on, scared not knowing what to do. The trainer steps in and tries to calm down the beast from a distance. After a few moments, he finally gets the elephant to calm down. The people start to relax and move along as Mark just looks on.

Mark Reynolds: There is just one word for what I just saw ... wow. The elephants looked so peaceful, just drinking some water and out of nowhere, the one elephant just goes crazy! Now looking at it, the elephant reminds of Johnny Octane. He is a frightful looking creature, who seems to be peaceful, but at any moment, can just turn on you. He seems to be your friend, but will wait for that right moment to strike. Johnny is a monster. This guy is just ... words cannot describe him. He can tear you apart and not even waste sleep over it. Ever since James Hughes dropped the title, he has been on a path of destruction to get what he wants ... or what he believes he deserves and that is my Young Lions Championship.

He will not stop until he gets this title from me or just completely destroys me ... whatever may come first. He first started taking his anger out on me when he felt he was cheated in the Battle Royal. The person he should be mad at is Juan Lopez, not me. I had nothing to do with him getting eliminated, yet he continues to take out his anger on me. Why? Because I'm the champ? So what! All I know is Johnny won't want to see me tomorrow because I will show him a different monster. Not the one he's used to looking at in the mirror.

Mark takes a walk down the path as he reaches a building. He takes off his sunglasses and looks at the sign on the building that reads "Reptile Room". Mark shrugs as a why not and enters the building. Inside the building, it seems to be a jungle type setting. Lots of plants and big cages, holding all sorts of reptiles. Some of the animals in the room are Lizards, Iguanas, Komoto Dragons, and even some of the most dangerous Snakes in the world. Mark takes a look around the room before walking towards the Snakes. He stares at one of them for a long period of time. He notices a small mice in there. Mark seems to be a bit unsettled and wants to help, but knows it is a part of nature. Out of nowhere, the Snake strikes, clinching it's fangs into the Mice. Almost instantly, the Snake eliminates it's prey. The Snake takes about thirty seconds before he starts to devour the Mice. Mark is a bit uneasy as he clips his sunglasses on his shirt.

Mark Reynolds: You know that animals do stuff like this all the time to survive, but when you actually see it in person, it takes a different toll on you. I'm not going to say it startled me ... It just makes you a bit uneasy at the fact that one strike like that from something that's so venomous and you're down for the count. That is why Juan Lopez reminds me of that snake I just saw. After stalking you week in and week out, he wants you to believe that everything is cool and you two are tag team partners, but in fact, he is waiting for that right moment to strike and sink his teeth in. Juan is the perfect example of that. He is an outstanding athlete and a very terrifying human being. He waits for his perfect opportunity to strike and when he does, he strikes ... hard.

You see, Juan is different from any opponent I've ever face. He is very unique and smart. He reminds me of a chess player. He studies your every move for the whole game, toying with you to be exact and then, he strikes and it's ... game over. He has just been messing with me for the past few weeks and it finally stops tomorrow. I finally get my chance to put my hands on him. I have been waiting for this moment for a while now. This time when we meet, the venomous one will have met his match. I will be that Eagle that swoops down and picks him up with ease.

Mark walks over to the door and exits the building. He continues to explore the Zoo and all it's surroundings. He also chats it up with some fans and signs autographs before heading towards the exit. Mark takes his time to look back at the camera.

Mark Reynolds: I'm going to make tomorrow very historic for me. I will walk out of the Staples Center with my championship. Juan ... Johnny ... I want both of you to take note. This is my time and there is NO WAY either of you will take it away from me. It's my time to shine and I'm not ready to give it up just yet. It doesn't matter what you plan on bringing at Red, White and Bruised because I will just counter it. So after tomorrow, I don't want to hear any excuses or crying. There will be no controversial finishes in this one. Just one deserving winner and it will be me.

Mark turns towards the exits and walks away as the scene fades.

[JJ Smooth]

The scene opens at FWA Headquarters, we’re in the office of FWA CEO Matthew Robinson, sitting next to him, is CrossFire’s General Manager, G-Rich. There is a knock at the door…

Robinson: “Come on in.”

Entering thru the door, is Cameron Cross. He approaches both men sitting across from him shaking each of their hands and introducing himself to both before sitting down.

Robinson: “Well Cameron, we’ve looked at your tapes and I’ve got to say we are quite interested in you joining the roster, particularly on our show CrossFire which G-Rich here is the General Manager of. Are there any questions you have for us before we get all these formalities taken care of?”

Cameron: “Just a couple really, for starters, when’s my first match and who is it against?”

G-Rich: (Chuckling) “Eager to get started….I like that, since you’re apparently so ready to go, we’ve got a show this week, in Vancouver, where you’ll face The Beast.”

Cameron: “That’s perfectly fine with me, anything else I should know about CrossFire?”

G-Rich: “Just know what’s expected of everyone who is on my show. We’re the dominant brand in the FWA and not only do I want my superstars to go out and compete every night…but I want them to grab my attention…make me notice them without having to shove their face in front of me on a week in, week out basis. Know that the competition, especially among the young up and comers, is stiff on my show. You can’t rest on what you did a week prior, because on CrossFire, you get left behind. Take control…make me remember you. Make the fans and the guys in the back notice and remember you too. You do that every week; you’ll be just fine around here.”

Cross nods, grabs the binder sitting on the table, and signs his 1st FWA contract officially becoming an FWA Superstar.


As the scene shifts to present day, Cross is sitting at home, with a copy of the contract he signed in hand…there’s a cardboard box sitting next to him labeled “FWA: Year One”.

CC: “It’s been a long 14 months. Ever since that day I walked in Matthew Robinson office, my life has changed because not only did I become an FWA Superstar that day. And bank an incredible amount of money to do something that I enjoy and love, but I’ve carried some things with me since then…”

“…I want them to grab my attention.” “..make me remember you. Make the fans and the guys in the back notice and remember you too.”

CC: “And with every single time I step into that ring on CrossFire, on a PPV, on a special themed supershow, I do it to make EVERYONE notice…and remember me. Now in the past 14 months, I’ve done a lot of things that are worth noting…

Cross pulls out the framed X-Division Championship Belt adorned with ‘Cameron Cross’ across the nameplate

CC: “Did I make YOU NOTICE ME Alexx? Sure it took a couple of matches, but in the end, I did it when you did nothing but call me every disparaging name in the book. And yeah, I know you remember, I know you remember exactly what I did to you at Mile High to win this belt off you. Something you said I’d never do, only to attempt to play it off as if you were somehow..bigger than the title. But you know the truth, and I know soon enough, you’ll be reminded far more of the memories when I’m chasing you down again.”

Cross then pulls out copies of the programs from ‘Aces High’ and ‘Trial by Fire’.

CC: “But not every night was a good night…Aces High, my one blemish against Trips…and I lost the title…but by then, the title had served it purpose, because only a month earlier, at Trial by Fire, after beating Trips…a so called ‘Anarchist’ decided to make himself properly known to me. That’s right Jack…I CERTAINLY remember that night, it was the night that I knew…that everything I had done to that point…got you to notice…and remember…ME.”

Cross pulls out an old “Gabrielle needs to show her tits” t-shirt and other items from time spent with the Goddess.

CC: “You see Jack, this cloth here…was more than just me wanting to see more cleavage than the average fan sees from our lovely FWA Champion on a nightly basis, this cloth was my statement….LOOK AT ME…and the fans, they loved it…still do in fact, no matter where we go, cities across the globe…this shirt remains. And all you thought this was, was a cute little crush from the rookie to the hot chick in the locker room…Heh, I’m above simple locker room stuff like that Jack, you’re not the only one who can plot things out. I made strategic moves, much like in chess. Whereas you like to treat everyone, women moreso as pawns, I use them to attack. And attack you I did, stinging you with the first blow, seeing Gabs and me interacting and getting…more than just friendly shall we say.”

Cross smirks

CC: “And you’ve already said it Jack-O, she IS worth the trouble of dealing with you. I knew that every Gabrielle action figure comes with an overhyped, over-the-hill, used to be on-top, but now nothing but a charred and scarred distant relative to what he once was: Jack Severino. I’ve seen what you’ve done to people in the past, Michael Servin, Vladimir Boyka, you’ve tried playing mindgames with them all Jack, and you’ve succeeded, hell…you mindfucked the hell out of Nemesis by digging up his beloved. But you ready for a mindfuck in return Jackie Boy?!?? This entire time…it’s been me mindfucking the hell out of you. That’s right, I’ve turned the tables on you, you think I couldn’t smell your charred skin a mile away?!? You think I didn’t know you were watching me? Ever since I’ve been on this quest to bring you back…for this match…I’ve ALWAYS known when, and where you were…because your mindgames Jack, they don’t work anymore.”

Cross pulls out photos from Back in Business and recent shots of him standing toe-to-toe with the former World Heavyweight Champion

CC: “And see Jack, you want to make this all about my relationship with Gabrielle…well…here’s what I’ve finally figured out in the past few weeks since Back In Business…you to this day still use Gabrielle as bait…to bait the unknowing in and out of nowhere, you pound them into oblivion. But yet…you haven’t so much as raised a finger toward some….like the ‘Annoying’ Chris Kennedy, or for that matter…her new guard dog, Dan McCaw, I mean…JoJi. Hmmm…why do you suppose that IS Jack? C’mon Champ…you and I BOTH know exactly why that is…it’s because they pose no threat to what it is you want…Chaos…Darkness….you see someone like me…or like ‘The Phoenix’ you see us as light…and you try to extinguish that light before it becomes too bright. THIS is your TRUE intention Jack…THAT’S the reason you bring the cross to the ring, to purge CrossFire of what you perceive as the only light left. THAT’S why you want to ‘crucify’ me for all of the FWA to see…to show that the darkness still wins. But know this Anarchist; I’m much too bright for you to pull the plug on me now. But I read what people are saying, I know I’m still the underdog to a possible future Hall-Of-Famer, I read what’s been said and written in the FWA Insider…but they just don’t know Jack…they don’t see what you and I see…the underlying truth.”

Cross pulls out Jack’s mask from BIB VI

CC: “You took the original bait…you came after me…bloodied me, tried to ruin my knee…and all you got for that in return was your ass lit on fire like this generation’s version of Freddy Kreuger later that same night…I KNOW you remember THAT Jack…can you feel your skin melting again? Is your core temperature starting to rise again?!? Well remember Jack…that was just the beginning…you ‘coming back’ is taking yet another piece of cheese I’ve laid out for you…and at Red White and Bruised or in your case, ‘Charred, Black, and Burned’…I spring the trap by beating you…finishing you for good …because at Red, White and Bruised…I’m making it MY NIGHT, this isn’t for a title…and it doesn’t need to be…this is the Pay-Per-View where all EVERYONE talks about, or even WANTS to TALK ABOUT is OUR MATCH Jack. Bring twenty crosses to the ring if you so choose Anarchist they will not save you nor will they be the signs of your impending victory, because all ANYONE is gonna remember from Red, White, and Bruised…is ONE Cross…and his name is Cameron.”

Cross lights a fire in his fireplace, and when the flames catch and begin to flicker high enough, Cross throws in the mask and the programs from ‘Aces High’ and ‘Trial by Fire’.

“…I want them to grab my attention.” “..make me remember you. Make the fans and the guys in the back notice and remember you too.”

CC: (whispering)“You all will notice. You all will remember.”

The scene fades as Cross watches the programs become ash and Jack’s mask melt onto the burning logs in his fireplace

[BlackRevolver]

Razor vs. Charon
Boil Point

Bustling noises are heard as the scene opens up inside The Hole in the Dark bar. The bar is filled to the brim as people make their way past each other and small, round wooden tables scattered closely inside the small cramped room. Smoke fills the bar up to the point were the humidity level is almost unbearable as soon as you walk in. As you make around the room you can tell it is mostly filled with college kids bar hopping from one bar to another attempting to make the night more interesting. The students tend to be rude and unruly the drunker they get as small arguments begin happening and the sound of vomiting begins to happen more frequently inside the bathroom. Tucked away in the corner of the Hole in the Dark is the bar itself. Nothing fancy about it jut a long slab of wood with black marker graffiti and carvings on top of it. There are about ten seats along the bar and every single one of them are filled up with a body. The seat closest to the end of the wall sits the F.W.A. self proclaimed 'Main Eventer.' He sits slouched over his half empty 16oz Blue Moon with his hands firmly resting of his head. His all black clothing is wrinkled and very unkempt than usual.He grabs the glass and pounds down the rest of his beverage. After the final gulp he sits the glass down and moves it towards the edge of the bar. The bartender walks over to him and takes the glass. Razor looks up at his with his glossy red, drunken eyes.

Razor: "Give me another."

The bartender shakes his head and begins to refill the glass. At this time a group of college kids notice Razor and stumble over to him, laughing along the way. The bartender places the glass back down on the ruined wooden slab as soon as the kids get there, pushing the young lady that was siting beside Razor out of her seat. The young lady storms off as Razor and the un groomed college kid trade drunken looks.

College Kid: "You're Razor aren't ya?"

Razor gives this kid a bewildered look and tries to turn around to enjoy his beverage. But the kid grabs his shoulder and quickly turns him back around.

College Kid: "I knew it. I knew it. You know I was talking to my buddies and telling them that you were Razor. We all laughed about how you made this great big return to wrestling and your first match you lose. But not only did you lose you let, Charon, the man that you were going to beat and take his so called face kick the living crap out of you."

Razor begin to get extremely aggravated turns around, trying to not let his temper get the best of him. Razor then grabs his beer and begins the gulp it down extremely quickly.

College Kid: "I mean come on now Razor? Where did you edge go? You are suppose to be this big bad ass wrestler, that doesn't abide by the rules and all you do after you lose is sulk and whine. You are nothing more than a joke."

Razor finishes his beer and takes the empty glass and bashes it across the kids temple. Shards of glass fly every where and the bartender quickly drops what he is doing and stands there in shock. Two of the kid's friend get up and rush to help their friend but one of them is met with a stiff punch the jaw and the other with a right side kick to the temple. Both students fall to ground and the bustling bar noise stops as Razor takes the big mouth's arm and wrenches it behind his back. The bartender comes out of his shock and begins screaming "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Razor ignores the screams and gets close to the kids ear as he begins to cry.

Razor: "A joke huh? A joke? Well we will see who will be laughing after I rip your arm right out of its socket."

Razor clinches his grip tighter, just as soon as he feels the kids arm is about to pop, Razor's girlfriend and manager runs through the door. Danielle's face grows from scared to angry as soon as she sees Razor. Her beautiful brown eyes flair with intensity as she raises her voice at him.

Danielle: "RAZOR! LET HIM GO!"

Razor does as he is commanded and releases the arm wrench, all he does as he turns to walk towards Danielle is give her this drunken smile. The room, which is still silent, slowly watch him and Danielle leave together. But before they walk out the door Razor looks down upon Danielle.

Razor: "As my manager I need something from you."

Razor begins whispering to Danielle as she gets a confused look on her face as he just simply nods to her. Razor looks as if he is going to faint but Danielle quickly catches him and brings him to his feet. The slowly walk out the bar's door just as they make their way out the noise begins bustling again and everyone goes and checks on the three men.

~*TWO HOURS LATER*~

A camera crew of two begins walking down into a extremely hot and dark area. The sound and the camera man look at each other with a puzzled look and continues to follow down the hot, poorly lit hallway. They walk on a narrow grated walkway with pipes fill the narrow room on each side, above and below the grate. As the continue to walk, which seems forever to them they reach an open room with a furnace in the middle of it. The crew men look at each other again and pull out a piece of paper and stare onto it and nod their head. They look around for a second until they are startled by a loud SNAP! Then all the lights flicker on. They camera crew huddle together and look around but still see no else. The sound guy takes his stick and begins to walk over to the furnace sitting in the middle of the room, still not lit up. He gets real close to it and tries to look into the thick black glass covered in soot. Suddenly a loud but familiar voice comes from behind them.

Voice: "All in do time my friend."

The camera crew quickly turn around and see Razor dressed still the same as he was at the bar, with a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka in his hand. You can still tell he is drunk as he approaches toward the crew. The crew arm themselves with their gear and begin rolling. Razor takes a swig of his booze and walk right past them towards the furnace. He places his hand on the machinery and walks around it.

Razor: "You know how are it is to find one of these. It isn't the easiest thing to find but I found it. This thing will incinerate anything you can think of in just mere seconds. But I didn't bring you here to inspect a lovely piece of mechanical work."

After Razor passes of the furnace for a second time he walks by the door and presses a button. The engine of the furnace kicks on and begins rattling the whole room. The initial noise hurts the camera crew's ears before the get use to the sound but Razor seems un phased by it. The small window is black from soot but an orange glowing light can be seen from the edging of the door and small specks from the window. Razor grabs a cloth that was barely sticking out of his pocket and opens the door to wipe clean the small window. After the window becomes visible Razor takes the cloth and tosses it to the ground on the inside of the furnace. Razor then closes the door behind him and leans against the door. He looks deeply in the camera.

Razor: "You know being burned alive is a lot of people's fear. Although the fire tends not to be the killer in most cases usually the CO2 gets the person before anything, the silent killer as I like to say. But these isn't going to be like most cases. You will feel your skin begin to melt away, the hot air burn the inside of your lungs as you try to gasp for breath. But then again you have been through this haven't you..."

Razor turns around and swings open the door of the furnace.

Razor: "...Charon."

The camera crew quickly zoom in on the inside of the furnace to see Charon hanging there in a still motion with meat hooks wedged inside his collar bones. Charon's mask is still intact but his black clothes seem scuffed up a bit. Razor walks into the very hot room and begins walking around the body. He stands there in admiration as the camera crew begin to get sick and pale.

Razor: "Well maybe not directly been through like Michael Servin, but you know what it is like to deliver the final blow to someone's life. But now you find yourself in almost the same prediction as Servin did."

Razor walks around Charon staring at the motionless body as the furnace gradually heats up. Razor reaches for Charon's mask but stops as he grasps it firmly to rip it off. Razor folds his arms together and continues to look up at him.

Razor: "Do you realize the trouble you have caused me? Do you realize how hard it was to get you in a position like this? No you don't, in just the short week I have been here I have people already doubting my return. My so called fans turned their back on me just after one mere loss. But once they see this video Charon they will return. You know why Charon? Because of people's thirst for blood and the respect that I give them, as long as they show it back. The people want to see you fall and there for you shall."

Razor turns around and walks out of the furnace as he begins walking out Razor pulls a key lock out of his pocket and walks past the camera crew and shuts the door behind him. Razor then grabs a chain that was kept beside the furnace. He slowly places the chain and the lock together on the door. Then camera crew stand there in shock not knowing what to do. Razor stands there peering through the window. He begins to smile as a light turns green on the furnace. He places his index finger on the button below it.

Razor: "Now Charon it's time for you to have a Servin Experience. I know you can still hear me so don't freak out yet. But we are no different we take advantages of the opportunities given to us and we are aggressive by nature. The only difference is that you wear a mask. I told you Charon you will have that clarity moment and you are about to have it."

Razor takes a swig of his Grey Goose which is still firmly gasped in his hand. He takes one last look at the motionless Charon before pressing the button. Flames shoot up from the ground illuminating the entire room. Charon's clothes instantly catch fire yet he hangs there motionless. Dripping begins to happen from Charon's body just after several seconds the body drops to the floor. Razor turns around and begins walking away. The camera crew begin throwing up at what they just witnessed. Before razor exits the room he tosses the key from behind his back. It hits the floor bouncing several times. The sound guy drops his microphone and scrambles to get the key. He grabs it just as soon as the furnace stops flaming.

The sound guy scurries to unlock the door as he unlocks it he flings the door open and the smell of burnt plastic immediately fill the room. The camera guy enters the furnace and see a pile of melted plastic with Charon's metal mask in the middle of it. Out from the distance of the hallway a Razor's faint voice is heard.

"Another difference between you and I, I AM NOT A MURDERER. See you at Red, White, and Bruised."

The camera crew focus in on the mask before the screen fades to black.

[tmnt316]

The essence of life
Oozing steadily an unhindered being
Seeping the very pores of existence
Taming indiscriminately mankind’s legacy
Decaying turmoil glistening in prevailing light
Solitary power singular essence
The power to crush
The power to create
The power to weave the three fates fate
Deciding whether to cut your thin fabric
Drowning memories long forgotten
Melted rising, frosted freezing, baron waste
Twisted forms guiding extinctions progress
Passive with nature
Aggressive with time
Hacked by wealthy
Begged by poor
Abundance diminished
Cracked lip suffers
Quenching one last drop
Ravaging wrapped war
Stricken with terror
Imperfectly forsaking in ones exemption
The Last Man Standing

As the scene fades in……The setting sun imprints the coastline with reflections seeping through, conning the eye to an elegant beauty. It disguises the lurking dangers frolicking just below. Waves crash with their passionate flow, each unique yet guided by a similar force. The emitting sounds of the cool breeze are hushed with each delighted blow against the shore. But remains unaltered in its worldly course. The imprinted sand carries the memories of afternoon play. One lone figure remains posing at shores edge, sipping back drink to calm spurring memories.

The figures red eyes blistering into the setting darkness, shining upon the sparkling blue sea. He’s covered in street attire, exempting him from matching the perfect setting. His jeans legs camouflaged by sand, as he sits imprinting the sand with the day’s final memory. It becomes completely obvious the figure is none other than Duke Drazin. He indulges in drink once more, before peering into the camera.

DRAZIN: “You know this road we call life can really take some strange turns. It’s quite baffling how even the tiny moments can have such an impact. As I look out at the sea a sense of peace arises. Yet is it really that peaceful? Its very essence fuels the souls who cause war. It opens the gates for those to be born who will one day let greed decide their course. So its sheer presence of peace, promotes that of war. The commotion we see everyday, whether driving to work or taking the kids to school, all promoted by its being. As it spurs on those polluted by their own ego, it gets polluted and pillaged in return. Maybe that’s its whole purpose? Strike back silently, intricately and slowly at those who would do it harm. In the process forgetting to discriminate from the rest, letting us all suffer the wrath brought on by a select few. The hate that drives it finds hilarity in knowing it has total control over us. We preach out dominance to all that will listen, yet a single drop has more power than a country of shouting citizens. It’s funny how through giving us such life it denies us at the same time. But the life it breathes into our very soul can also bring forth a twisted hilarity all its own. As it has brought me back full circle, in more ways than one, proving to me one simple fact. That life is not merely a simple series of serendipity or disasterous moments waiting to happen, but a grand design which we interpret the signs we’re given, choosing a path we think of our own making. Although what we think is what was determined, the unwavering path before us unchangeable, we just keep following the steps cemented in the sands of time.”

Drazin pauses for a moment, staring at the few streams of sunlight still beaming over the horizon. Then finally looks back at the camera.

DRAZIN: “Red, White and Bruised 2010, my hands brought forth a beginning and an end. Unknowingly one simple act would propel both into existence. The repeating of one simple phrase, “Fake Ass Clown”. Upon entering and uttering that phrase I became a thorn in the side of one Matt Boudreau, hilarious and non-threatening at first but slowly growing like a cancer until a course of action had to be followed, that which was set in motion ten years before. As a war that had ravaged me for a decade finally came to fruition. The wife and son I had lost no longer part of the sea’s sickening game, snatched from me due to an obligation placed upon me by that very man, Boudreau. As the war ravaged on, the sea laughed at two more souls. It knew one would cause the other to never again need its harvested essence. For in training for our match the Indellacy struck Boudreau, leaving him plagued by altering formations within. The sea grinned no longer providing him life, watching as he withered away. It was at Red, White and Bruised 2010 that Boudreau had his final significant claim in life. A war that brought us to the very brink of sanity flushed away, ushering in a suspected peace. But the hate festered kind of life a friendship. In fact if it wasn’t for that one minuscule sentence he uttered, stretching his authority with Pat, we could have been friends. So one left, with the one remaining committing his greatest feat during their final confrontation, unable to feel the desire of that kind of burning in his soul during the after hours. Wading my way through the sands, following the desired path, the sea laughing at us both, as it extinguished both our fires in one gut wrenching blow.”

Drazin lifts up his half empty water bottle, watching the water in it circle around the bottle as he shook it.

DRAZIN: “But during this ending a new beginning also emerged. The beginning of Drazin drumming on to times set out plan. I know longer attempted to stray from the obvious and just went with the sea’s polluting flow. Thus resulting in what some see as a constant ring of failures, yet those who look closely can see as nothing but one drowning in the sea’s hilarity. For that night started a chain of events leading me to this moment. As with Boudreau I was blinded by my rage, unwilling to alter my assault to obtain any resemblance of victory, just looking to punish. The opposite held true after his departure. My eyes had been opened for the first time in years and I saw no point in going above and beyond, so figured I would just punish along the way and punish I did. There is no denying the men and women I barrelled through, leaving bruises their grandkids will ask them about, but the fire to do more, to go beyond the norm, was still captured by the sea. As before that during the height of my battle with Boudreau, the precious Goddess Gabrielle couldn’t even touch me. The fire inside me consumed her down to her core and she was unable to harness the power I unleashed before her. She fell at my feet and suffered a beating she had never witnessed before. So I guess that would make three joined by the sea’s hilarity. As after it had me consumed, Gabrielle rose to the top, giving it a laugh at every word she uttered. For Gabrielle thought and still does she was above everyone in this entire place, when really the one person who tamed her so viciously before had been tamed himself.”

Drazin stops and stares at the now glowing full moon before continuing.

DRAZIN: “I sounded dedicated sure. The mask worn by so many hides the unknown sometimes even from the person wearing it. That night I stated I was ready, I stated I wanted the ass wiper and made it look as if I had every intention of attaining it, obviously that wasn't the case. Why? I don’t know if it was a sense of disgust over who just had it, a sense of invalid self worth or just boredom over the familiar faces in the ring. But either way it was something I didn’t attain. I have never said I would outright obtain the ass wiper, never have I declared I even really wanted it, as pain has been my only mission. I’ve stated I wanted to win, but win for me was when blood was gushing and a hellacious match had been performed. I actually didn’t know how much I missed those kind of bouts until one Stu St. Clair stepped into the ring with me a while back. I gained a whole new found respect for the man I never would have admitted before and I know it was returned. We each had dropped all the bullshit, put our cards on the table and beat the hell out of one another. It was glorious. Of course the likes of the Great Siege couldn’t handle such a sight overshadowing their minor existence and had to interfere, such being the case with the Great Siege. Every time I have faced them they make sure there is safety in numbers and always have each others back. I guess that’s the benefits of ants following their queen. She sits around giving birth to the orders and they blindly follow, until one day a magnifying glass gets shined upon them and everything they knew burst into flames. Again the hilarity ensues, as the sea lets them burn. Unwilling to place its swaying body on top the fire for any inclining of relief.”

Drazin pauses taking another drink off water, finishing off the bottle. He grins at it.

DRAZIN: “So by following the path I was foiled at every turn for some resemblance of credibility. Critics see that as a weakness, again I see it nothing more than a guy not giving a shit. But unlike the James Sync’s of the world, I refused to quit, searching for the one step that could cause me a want, a want to try and steer from the path. Yet here I am, sitting before a body of water unchanged from a year ago. Until struck by a premonition, a way to make my last stand against the heckling sea I see before me. If it wants to drown me in its hilarity, I say let it. The more the better, drown me in the constant defeats of the whore, drown me in the memory of what was, bring all you’ve got. For I’ve got a message for you. As you find hilarity in drowning the fire within, the fire within finds it in developing an immunity to your constant nagging. As I’m about to fry you from the inside out. You will boil into a vapour that delivers you to the realm of Gods. Where I will entrap you forever preventing your grasp from reaching within me.”

Drazin drops the water bottle as the plastic seems to be melting in his hand. The sea before him has a mist springing forth as far as the eye can see. Drazin’s glowing red eyes look like they are tearing at it from all angles, ceasing its existence.

DRAZIN: “Gabrielle tonight what you faced upon our first meeting will be unleashed upon you. You may call me a fallen God, prop up your own ego by fondling yourself and having lackeys spout unending joys you created from your very being. All I have to say is thank you. Bring it on. I want to hear every little murmur that comes from your lips. Allowing it to fester inside be, making me want to boil your insides, tear off your limbs and ravage every delicate little follicle emitting from your body. Bestow your words of wisdom on me. For the fire inside me will burn so hot, hell itself will become jealous. You will unleash a force in me that died a year ago today. A force that can no longer be brought out by hate, as that path has already been created. But a force brought forth through immunity. The immunity to being forced to follow a set path. I believe it’s there, I believe most follow it. But it takes a God to break its shackles and chart a course of his own design. Something you are unable to do, finding the same weak ass excuses why you’re oh so Godly. Yet needing everyone around you to win. A task you seem to have kept up to this very day. While tonight that is all about to change. Feel that quiver going down your spine? That’s me sucking the sea’s very life from your core Goddess.”

Drazin stands up smirking as he walks out to where the sea used to be. He stands on a barren tundra, the sea seemingly having boiled itself out of existence. Drazin stretches his arms out, indicating he is the only one around.

DRAZIN: “Gabrielle tonight the Great God Duke Drazin will be your ambrosia. I will be the force that topples this so called Goddess and kills her legacy for good. Red, White and Bruised is where it began and so it shall be where it ends. But I will apologize as tonight you will only be fighting at ten percent strength. As the very stature of Drazin will despense cruelty to the sea within you and the only hilarity will be what a skanky whore your leftover carcass really is. I proved the fiction of your so called fact, but one year ago and forever more you found a crack to step through for victory ever since. But tonight I erase the fiction, erase the fact and make a design of my choosing. The destiny of the Great God Duke Drazin will no longer be determined by a series of events. The series of events will be created by me leaving the destiny of all who step in my path a creation of my making. Gabby yours is to fall at my feet, swelter and beg, as I crush your Godly existence from this earth. I stated last year it would be evil under the sun. While now as the end arrives, sea becoming scorched by the sun, one God is left standing and I hold your designed fate in the palm of his hand. Drowning You in Darkness!”

Drazin bends down picking up a hand full of dirt from the barren tundra and walks straight into the camera. He flattens his hand and blows the dirt into the camera’s lens. As it finally clears Drazin is no longer anywhere to be seen and the scene fades out, focusing on the once gorgeous sea laid to waste.

[SRWalton181]

We open to Sniper's eyes closed as we just hear his voice

Sniper: So here we are. Red, white and bruised and by the end of this PPV we'll all be red, white, black and blue but only a few of us shall become victors, even less will leave with gold. This is my first step towards to becoming X champion

We quickly zoom out and we see Sniper in unusual attire a dress shirt open at the neck and a black tie loosely tied, the sleeves of the shirt are rolled up and he has jeans on which is a change from his usual ring gear

Sniper: If I'll soon be representing this company as one of it's champions I have to not only look the part

He waves his arms down over his new clothes

Sniper: But I must also be a champion the fans can relate to. So

He motions the camera to follow him as he walks up a ramp to a crowd waiting outside the Staples Center for tonights PPV.

Sniper: So I'm here with my adoring fans

He raises his arms to his side as the crowd yell and scream in joy. He runs down a line of people high 5-ing them all. Sniper slows down to a walk and talks to the camera as if it was an old friend walking down the street along side him

Sniper: You know, I used to be one of these fans, queuing up outside the arena hoping to catch a glimpse of my favorite wrestler. Well today these guys get something I never got. A chance to meet an up and coming star in the FWA.

He stops and turns to face the camera and he points to his self and says with a wink

Sniper: Me.

He turns to the crowd yells

Sniper: Who's here to support me?

The crowd goes nuts

Sniper: Let's play a little game. I ask a question and you lot shout your answer back. For example, I say "Who's going to win our main event tonight" and you all shout back...

The crowd respond with a mass of noise the names of Duke and Gabrielle can be heard (as well as a few others)

Sniper: Close enough. Ok question numero one. Who's going to be #1 contender for the X title by the end of tonight?

Crowd: Jonny Sniper!

Sniper raises his finger and smiles

Sniper: well done! Ok question dos. Who is he going to pin?

the crowd make a mass of noise not distinguishable to the human ear

Sniper: Ok ok ok, Erm... you

He points to a young girl in the crowd

Sniper: Who is Mr Sniper going to pin tonight?

Girl: Tommy Tripper!!

Sniper: Ok, what about you sir?

Man: Anthony Jacobs

Sniper: ah yes the Problem Child. Well it doesn't matter who he pins because by the end of tonight I will be

He leans back into the crowd

Sniper: THE number one contender for the X championship Jjjjjjonnyyyyy SSSSSniperrrrrr

He holds his hands to his face and motions shooting the camera.

[Eyesnsane]

Walking the Walk

[The scene opens with Eyesnsane sitting in a leather chair; he is wearing black boot, black, grey, and white camouflage pants, and a black tank top. The room is dimly lit and in front of him on the floor is a gift box. Eyesnsane is holding the top to the box in his hand, looking down into it. There is a person standing next to the chair, looking a bit nervous.]

Eyesnsane: What, do you get the man who has everything? I thought and thought, and thought some more, until finally the perfect idea hit me, like a bittersweet kick to the face.

[Eyesnsane places the lid to the box next to the box, and reaches into the box and pulls out a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex.]

Eyesnsane: Just a little something from me to you, so you can keep that glass ceiling the siege keeps over your head nice and clear.

[Eyesnsane replaces the items in the box, places the top on the box, and then hands it to the man waiting. All the while laughing.]

Eyesnsane: Now, be a good man run along and deliver this box, to you know where.

Delivery guy: Umm.. Yes sir, right away.

Eyesnsane: Chris, you like to talk, I suppose you like the sound of your own voice. Whatever the case may be, let’s think about some of the things you say. Oh how about your little slogan. How does it go? If you’re not the great siege we’re passing you by. Really quite ironic for isn’t it, Chris? You are in the great siege and they pass you by, time and time again. The only ones holding you back this whole time have simply been those that you align yourself with. You got the golden ticket, and they don’t even let you be the leader of the Wal-Mart version of the siege on Crossfire. Awww, poor Chris, but then again you have another woman’s wife to kiss you and make you feel better huh, I guess that’s something.

[Eyesnsane gets up out of the chair and walks across the room to a nearby fireplace, making the background in the shot brighter. He places both hands on the top of the mantle, while looking down into the fireplace, putting the camera at his back.]

Eyesnsane: Sooner or later this was going to happen, this match between you and me. I knew it would, I knew it was just a matter of time. We could stand around and have a pissing contest about the things we’ve done up till now. You could make light of the fact that while you have never held an FWA title, I have. You could go on and on about my name, or things I say. We could talk about the fact that you won the golden ticket, or injured this guy or that one. But you know just as well as I do, it would serve no real purpose. We’re both smart enough to realize that in so many cases what was done has little to do with what will happen.

[Eyesnsane turns around facing the camera.]

Eyesnsane: I’m certain you’re so self absorbed, you don’t think of anyone but yourself. Which is fine, because I truly do not care in the slightest, what you think of me. Tonight, it’s just going to be me and you. One on one, and Chris, I have nothing to lose. I don’t have to worry about members of Over the Edge turning on me, while I also know that if you and your, would be friends are planning something; Over the Edge will be at my side. Can you say the same? I doubt it, sure they told you something, gave you some excuse as to why I guy who just walks in off the street serves two of your guys up. Believe what they say at your own peril. There’s an old expression, and seeing as how they are all so much older than you, they know it. It goes like this, keep your friends close, but you enemies closer. You can’t tell me you have not figured out that you are the biggest threat to the siege other than Over the Edge. Say what you will, Chris, but you are more of a threat to them then you are me. Not to mention that right about now, you’re backed in a corner, you need this win. You can’t trust those closest to you, but a win for you tonight, is not as likely as most seem to think.

[Eyesnsane walks to the door of the room, pausing for a moment as he grabs the handle of the door. He turns and looks back at the camera for a moment before opening and walking out of the door. The scene goes black for a moment, and then Eyesnsane is seen once again, it’s as if the camera is in front of him and slightly below him as he is walking through a corridor, that is lit by lights that hang down from the ceiling. As he passes under each one the light illuminates his face more.]

Eyesnsane: You’re lucky Chris; you get to be the next step in my evolution. I’m not going out there to win a popularity contest. But what I am going to do is hand out a good old fashioned ass whipping, you know the kind your dad never got around to giving you. I’m going to be giving you a very rude wake up call. Contrary to the company you keep, there are no gods and goddesses running around here. It’s much simpler than that, there are predators and prey, Chris I am a predator and you’re my next victim. I am going to right the wrong that you have become, I am fight night’s rising star, and I will not let anything stop that. Not you or any other stooge running around the back. You may have a golden ticket, but I am the one with the will to use it, I am the one of us that is not afraid to really succeed. Sure Chris you act the part well enough, but it’s not about what you do outside the ring or interviews, TV networks or whatever else makes you feel like the star you wanna be. You can’t buy what you are looking for; nobody is just going to hand it to you because of your name. You see, like me, you are going to have to fight, for each and every inch, every breath, every step closer to being a champion, the champion. Tonight, this fight we are about to have, it’s not about the siege or OTE, fight night, the FWA, our past histories. No tonight is about me going out there and by example teaching what it takes to be a champion, to reach that next level. What you are about to learn at my hands, in the end is priceless. I will not bend nor break, Chris tonight you are in the wrong place at the wrong time, and going into the ring with the wrong man.

[The scene fades to black.]

[Mr.E]

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

**The black screen slowly comes in. The picture now in front of us is that of a dark night on an old boardwalk. The ocean and a starry New Orleans night provide a scenic background. Attention is quickly drawn to a crumpled figure, lying in a heap on the boardwalk. No one walks by; we are just alone with this shadowy figure. With a groan and a loud *clink* the man rolls himself over to reveal Tommy Tripper in an all too familiar position; clinging to consciousness with a quart of Jack Daniels clutched firmly in his right hand. He lets out a belch and turns towards the camera.**

Tripper: Don’t judge just yet. Turning to alcohol is perhaps the easy way out but with all the crap I’ve been put through recently I deserve to get something easy. You see for the last month I’ve been on a mission to better myself and the consumers of the FWA brand and all I’ve received in return is more pain and ignorance then I’ve ever faced in my life.

**Tripper take a long swig of his quart before throwing it down violently causing some of the liquid inside to splash out of the top onto his torn jean, matching the liquid dripping from his chin onto his shirt. Clearly very intoxicated Tripper sighs and begins to speak again.**

Tripper: Throughout my very short tumultuous career with the FWA I’ve been thrust into a spotlight I did not want or need. My background is none of anyone’s business but my own and you know what I don’t want to share anymore I want to be judged solely on the character I present now and not the flaws of my passed. Speaking of the character I present now, in the FWA, I’ve done nothing but work hard and fight who I’m asked too. The fact that I was thrust in the middle of a useless feud between two people I could honestly care less about seems to have put me in the situation of having to care. At Red, White, and Bruised the two people I mentioned before will fight for a title of which I also care nothing about and so the fact that my match has some stipulation of a shot at the title has no appeal to me. I will face Johnny Sniper a man with whom I have already settled my business and Anthony Jacobs a man with whom I have no qualms. I will beat both easily of that I have no doubt. I can assure you this is not an illusion of grandeur, I’ve bested Sniper before and will easily do so again and Jacobs I’m sorry to say is in much over his head and will be an unwilling victim for sure. I have no aspirations for a title but I am inspired by revenge. So I will put Rondo or XXX on notice now…..

**Tripper is cut off harshly by a scream. His attention is drawn to the distance. He slowly and unsteadily gets to his feet before stumbling into the distance. As the camera follows him we notice for the first time the eeriness of the surrounding environment. We are seemingly following a stumbling Tripper deeper and deeper into shadow and darkness. Tripper stops with such suddenness that he almost loses his balance but regains it and looks into the blackness before taking a final swig of Jack Daniels and smashes the bottle on the ground. A light turns on in the building in front of us to reveal an old boardwalk funhouse. Tripper stumbles in and we follow him as more and more lights begin to turn on. Through the front door we are in the middle of a hall of mirrors all of which reflect the sad image of Tommy Tripper.**

Tripper: Hello, is everyone alright?

**Tripper stares into black silence. He seems to consider turning back before a voice booms out a response**

Voice: You tell me? What’s alright?

**Tripper looks confused, clearly he knows something we don’t.**

Tripper: I..I don’t understand, what is this about?

Voice: Oh Renee, you know don’t you? If I have to explain it…..then I just don’t know.

Tripper: Are you in trouble?

Voice: We are, we’re in big trouble Renee?

Tripper: Is this about the FWA. I’ll beat Sniper, I’ll beat Jacobs, I’ll have my vengeance, I’ll spread his message.

Voice: Well then you may be saved.

Tripper: It doesn’t have to be like this I can save you.

Voice: I can’t be saved, I’m too far gone.

** As this conversation is going on Tripper continues to advance down the hall. He looks frantic and is feeling around the walls as it gets darker and darker.**

Tripper: It doesn’t have to be like this……I can help.

Voice: It’s too late for me.

Tripper: What, what happened to you?

Voice: I'm not exactly sure what happened. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another... If I'm going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice

Tripper: What this makes no sense I don’t understand.

Voice: It’s a joke, it’s all a joke laugh Renee.

Tripper: Who are you?

Voice: You know just open your eyes.

Tripper: I CAN’T SEE ANYMORE!

**We are now immersed in complete darkness. The voice starts laughing manically.**

Tripper: What? WHAT’S SO FUNNY?

Voice: Well…..See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum... and one night, one night they decide they don't like living in an asylum any more. They decide they're going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof, and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moon light... stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend didn't dare make the leap. Y'see... Y'see, he's afraid of falling. So then, the first guy has an idea... He says 'Hey! I have my flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk along the beam and join me!' B-but the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says... He says 'Wh-what do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn it off when I was half way across!

**Although we can no longer see him we hear Tripper burst out laughing. In the middle of this uncharacteristic laugh attack the lights switch on revealing Tommy has walked himself into a dead end. He stops laughing and looks up with a serious expression. Staring him in the face in this house of mirrors is simply himself. Locked in a gaze with his own reflection Trippers remains stonefaced for a whole minute before we see him start to inexplicably smile.**

******Fade Out******

[carter007]

Xavier Xander Xerxes' trademark white Rolls-Royce approaches the backstage parking lot. As the car parks at the entrance, we see an horde of XXX's staff members roll out the red carpet and open his door. Xavier exits with a button down white shirt with cufflinks and black khakis. He walks toward the arena, but stops and turns back to his staff members.

XXX: You're free to go tonight. I won't be needing your help.

Xavier makes his way to the backstage area and turns toward the camera

XXX: It's been said that 'he who wants a rose, must respect the thorn.' I'm sure you were taught that practice makes perfect and that if you stick your mind to it, you can accomplish anything you want in life and achieve the impossible.

He stares into the camera and slightly grins

XXX: So tell me this, have you really accomplished your dreams? Have you grabbed the rose? The rose represents your hopes, wishes and dreams in life. Some of you once dreamed of being an astronaut, or president, or a doctor, but the truth of the matter is, you didn't have the fortitude to accomplish your goals and attain the rose. So you settle into mediocrity and enjoy your petty existence.

Xavier makes his way to the concession stand and grabs a donut.

XXX: I am the greatest thing ever to walk this Earth. I practiced day and night for years to become the perfect wrestler. I set my goal to become a leader of a global conglomerate that rakes in millions of dollars yearly. I attained my rose by becoming a champion in less than a year since my debut.

Xavier takes a bite out the donut and wipes his brow

XXX: But that's not the only...

He swallows his donut chunk and continues

XXX:...thing that is important. One must consider the thorn that comes with attaining the rose. Now for me, my thorn has to do with something called respect. A trait that you people lack, and a quality that Ryan Rondo fails to exhibit. You people have the nerve and the gall to berate me with your incendiary language and degrade my culture and my family when I go out to the ring and put my body on the line three hundred sixty five days of the year. You disrespected me when I debuted here in the FWA. You thought Xavier Xander Xerxes was just a clown and you laughed at me and my jokes. You people show no class and most of all, you all lack self respect.

XXX shrugs and shakes his head

XXX: Now any normal man would be fuming when he hears multiple people demonize his family and ethnicity, but as you all know, I am not just any normal man. I am all men as I am no man, therefore I am a god among mortals. I have self-respect, self-discipline and self-righteousness that you people could only dream of.

Xavier puts down his donut and pours himself a cup of coffee

XXX: When I became X-Division champion after brutalizing Cameron Cross, that was one of the greatest moments of my life. You see unlike you Rondo, I had to claw and scratch and fight my way to become X-Division champion. I overcame insurmountable obstacles and came up short numerous times to Cross in my quest to become champion. Any normal man would have just quit facing such daunting odds, but not XXX because I became champion and earned my place in history.

He takes a sip of his coffee before continuing

XXX: But then all of a sudden, the FWA Championship Committee makes a last minute executive decision to give YOU an X-Division title match. So with a lack of preparation, no strategy in hand, I had to cancel my weekend retreat to my resort in Turks and Caicos and scramble to defend my title.

Xavier gulps the rest of his coffee and crushes the cup

XXX: So I spend nearly three months chasing Cameron Cross for his X-Division title and through perseverance I became champion. But you on the other hand are handed a title shot by some shadow executive committee and take advantage of my lack of preparation. That shows me that you were unmotivated, and unwilling to challenge me face to face for a title shot. You did not win a number one contenders match, nor did you do anything to prove that you even deserve a title shot. To me that shows a lack of respect not just to me, but to the entire X-Division as a whole and that gold you temporarily have around your waist.

Xavier enters the Great Siege locker room and pulls out his "CrossFire Siege" t-shirt

XXX: And just when things couldn't get any worse, you spit on the legacy of the Great Siege by joining the alliance not on the basis of loyalty or respect, but out of ego. You don't care about Golden or Carmine nor do you respect their accomplishments, you merely joined to keep that title around your waist and keep me in check because you know I will get it back with just the snap of my fingers. You disrespect the Siege but embarrassing me on national television by purposely causing me to lose matches to a bunch of no-names on CrossFire!

Xavier tries to control his temper and calm himself

XXX: But somehow, I'm the bad guy in all of this. Golden and Carmine and the rest of these people may not see it yet, but I know the truth. I know what you really are Rondo, you're a self-centered, narcissistic, egotistical bastard. So tonight, I not only will I fight for respect, not only will I fight for the prestige of the CrossFire Great Siege, but I am fighting to get back my X-Division championship. Ryan Rondo, this parking lot brawl will be your death sentence, it will be your nail in the coffin, and I will hold nothing back and show you no quarter. Tonight two men will enter, and one man will leave with that X-Division championship and that man will be Xavier Xander Xerxes.

Xavier smirks and winks at the camera as we fade to black

[DramaShark]

ONE MONTH AGO

Charon: 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?
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

Kennedy grips his hands around Charons mask and tries to remove it, Chraron panics, steps back and turns his back on Kennedy, trying to secure his mask in place. When he turns around he is met with a Bittersweet Chin Symphony courtesy of Chris Kennedy. Kennedy drops for the pin.

1...
2...
3!

Piers: Chris Kennedy has obliterated Charon!

Eyensane
Chris Kennedy 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.

Anthony springboards off the ropes and hits an elbow right to the face of Eyensane, who goes down. Anthony leans on the ropes, trying to shake off the effects of the sleeper.
Chris Kennedy comes out of nowhere with a running STO on Eyensane. Kennedy drops down to the mat and applies The Kennedy Curse to Eyensane

Langdon: You can bet your bottom dollar Chris Kennedy isn't letting Eyensane win this on!

Alexx: Chris Kennedy, 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!!

Chris Kennedy hits Alexx with an Astonishing head scissors take down out of nowhere! Kennedy rolls over, springs up and stalks Aleexx, waiting for him to get up before nailing him with The ACK.

Piers Morgan: Chris Kennedy is toying with Alexx right now, for the love of god! It's as if he doesn't stand a chance!

.:: Anthony ::.
[i]”This time, I’ll see the ‘biggest’ threat in this match, Chris Kennedy. You see, Kennedy thinks that this match will be nothing but a simply walk in the park, that no one can do anything to defeat him… that is where he is wrong… Kennedy, I am in this match and I will make this match your own personal hell.

Kennedy grabs Anthony down to the mat, locking him in The Kennedy Curse and Anthony screams in anguish. The referee kneels down and asks Anthony if he gives up. 'Never!" Anthony yells out at the top of his lungs. Kennedy tightens the hold a bit and the referee asks him again. "No GODAMNIT!" Anthony screams. "Give up, you idiot!!!" Kennedy yells in despair. "Go to hell!!" Anthony responds. Kennedy is not pleased with Anthony's answer and pulls Anthony's neck back even further. Anthony slams his fist into the mat as the pain of The Kennedy Curse is just too much. As Anthony's face turns a light shade of purple, he finally taps out to The Kennedy Curse.

David Baxter: I can not believe it! Chris Kennedy has defeated EVERYBODY!

Lucy Pinder: Everyone said they were going to win this one, but only Chris Kennedy made good on his promises! He is truly Astonishing!

TODAY

We open with a large glass table in the center of a very spacious, completely empty white room. In the middle of the table is Chris Kennedy's 24k sold gold Golden Oppertunity briefcase, surrounded by mounds of envelopes, letters all adressesd to Chris Kennedy himself. Many of it is fan mail, but naturally more of it is hate mail. Afterall, Chris Kennedy has done many unforgiveable things since arriving in the FWA. Wether it was joining up with the FWA's resident squad of super-villans (The Great Siege) or it was paralyzing the FWA's most beloved heroes just to take their spot at the top, Chris Kennedy has made literally millions of enemies across the world, most of whom he has never even met.
The room is almost endless, as no walls can be seen, just a vast emptiesness sandwhiched in between the floor and the cieling. In the distance, we see Chris Kennedy approaching the table, Mozart's "Moonlight Sonata" now playing in the background, at first sounding a bit muffled and low, but the music gradually becoming louder as Chris Kennedy comes into a closer view, untill he reaches the briefcase and the music comes to a screetching and distorted hault. Chris Kennedy smiles as he sits at the table and lovingly caresses his Golden Oppertunity briefcase before taking a look at all the fanmail, chuckling to himself before his eyes shift upwards to us, the audience. His smirk is boyish yet maniacle, smiling like a hyena before turning his attention back to the letters.


Chris Kennedy: Love me or hate me, you are all finally paying attention to me. How vilafying is it to open my mailbox and not just find bills and junkmail. I know most of this is hatemail, and I absolutely love it.
You see, if you idiots at home hate me enough to take 10 minutes out of your life to put in writing and then pay the postage to send it my way, well then I am doing my job. After winning the Golden Oppertunity match, the letters just keep piling in and everybody wants to tell me how much they adore me or how badly they want me to rot in hell. They either want to propose marriage to me, or they wish death threats on my already dead mother. You know, rather than tell you about them, perhaps it's better that I show you.

Kennedy picks up one of the letters off of the table and opens it

Chris Kennedy: Chris Kennedy: Jermaine from Yonkers, NY writes: "Kennedy, I just wanted to let you know that ever since you came to the FWA, my little brother and I have not been happy. My little brother is Shawn is 9, and when you did that sneak attacked Bullseye Johnson, you made my little brother cry. Bullseye Johnson is his favortite wrestler. Mine is James "Eyensane" Hughes. I hope Hughes beats the crap out of you, you lowlife jerk"
Well, Jermaine, I am sorry you feel that way. Perhaps if you and your brother weren't such whiny bitches, you would have better taste in wrestlers as well. I mean, James "Eyensane" Hughes is your favorite wrestler? Really? And I suppose Nick Cannon is your favorite rapper. The fact that you fancy James Hughes in any concievable way tells me you have no idea what you are talking about, and that you and your idiot brother are, in fact, retarded, therefore negating your assessment of me.

Chris Kennedy crumples the letter and throws it behind him before reaching for the next letter

Chris Kennedy: Wyatt from Wisconsin writes: F**k you Chris Kennedy, f******k you f******k you f******k you. Duke Drazin is the best, The Gay Siege isn't taking over anything"
Wow, what class. Fitting, being a Duke Drazin fan, that you are completely devoid of any manners. Next...
Eric form Sacramento, California writes: "Dear Chris, Do you feel as if the FWA is trying to stall your push by placing you in a PPV match with a jobber like James Hughes only one month after winning The Golden Opportunity?"
Well, Eric, I would have to agree with that assessment. The night following Back In Business, I had read the newest FWA Insider Edition where the writer went on to compare me to Brian Carter and say that the FWA should NOT push me otherwise they would have yet another Brian Carter on their hands. What's that tell you? It tells me thyat the organization I work for is purposely trying to keep me down, regardless of my accolades and accomplishments. Now I find myself in a PPV match with James Hughes, a guy who isn't worth the cheap gas station sunglasses he uses to hide his bug eyes. While others in this organization lose week after week, they are rewarded with a monthly title shot. Me? I win every single week, and am being punished for the actions of some jerk-off I have never met. I am not Brian Carter, the comparisons need to stop. But hey, that's politics for you, right?

Gerard from Boston, MA asks: Chris Kennedy, in ROH you were generally portrayed as a scrappy underdog, the good guy who always got a David and Goliath type win. In FWA, you are a total jerk, a true heel, yet you are still an underdog in the sense that you have been defeating main eventers since you stepped foot in the FWA. What do you say to those who continue to doubt you?

Kennedy pauses for a moment before smiling and laughing to himself for a bit.

Chris Kennedy: Over the 25 years I have been alive, I have been doubted since day one. Born with backwards, I entered this world ass first being strangled by my own umbilical chord, depriving myself precious oxygen when I needed it the most. The doctor held my tiny, unconscious body, I wasn't breathing, wasn't crying, I wasn't moving. I was for all intents and purposes dead on arrival. The doctor looked up and my parents, my mother crying and exhausted from labor, my father half drunk and stoned, and he said "Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy, I am afraid to tell you that your child is dead." My mother broke down in hysterics as my father stared off into space, faining a false sense of despair. It was shortly thereafter, as the coroner was on his way down to the labor unit, that a faint cough was heard. Then another. Then I cried, loudly. I was alive. My face red, my eyes still closed, I screamed to the top of my lungs, making sure the entire world heard me, the same world that thought I was finished before I had begun. The doctors, the nurses, even my own parents, they were all completely dumbfounded as a newborn baby, no more than 45 seconds old, had proved them all wrong.

You see, this is the story of my life. Everyone looks at me and makes a premature assessment. They think that because I am not 6'5, 300+ pounds that I am not a legitimate threat. Then they receive a Bittersweet Chin Symphony and begin to eat the rest of their meals through a straw. They think that because my mother was a billionaire Hotel heiress and that my father was pro-wrestling legend that I have always lived a life of refinement and luxury, then they hear about the time I speant living in poverty stricken ghettos in Mexico, Puerto Rico and Japan, sleeping on floors while honing my craft to become the greatest wrestler alive, well they hear all that and all those people who assume that I lived a soft and cushy life, they all eat their words. I have partied it up in multi-million dollar homes, mingling with celebrities and making love to models, and I have also lived in shacks without electricity, sleeping with a revolver under my pillow because I had locals trying to rob me 3 or 4 times a week. I have had the cream, but I have also had the crust. So many people presume to know about me because they have only been exposed to one side of me, or only know what they hear. The old adage is to never judge a book by it's cover. That is such a generic turn of phrase, but I can't help but find that it suits me perfectly. See, if you we're to look at me as a book, my cover would be the newest issue of GQ or Esquire, but on the inside? On the inside I am Sun Tzu's "The Art Of War". I am full of surprises, and my unpredictability is what usually always spells the end for my opponents.
The Duke Drazins and Anthony's all come out here and they take my name in vein, degrading the Kennedy legacy. They all come out here and claim that they are superior to me and that I don't stand a chance, how my arrogance will be my downfall, yadda yadda yadda. They all say the same thing, usually at the tail end of their painfully boring promos, when they say "I am going to beat Chris Kennedy", a common phrase that usually evokes chuckles from me, considering that I have been undefeated for 3 months now, and during this Astonishing undefeated streak, I have beaten Duke Drazin twice, and I have beaten Anthony twice. I have actually just about beaten everyone there is to face in the FWA outside my brothers and sisters in The Great Siege. There is one man who I have yet to face in one on one competition, and though I already defeated him in the Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber, I would love to get a chance to face him in singles competition, so I could add his name to the growing list of FWA superstars that I have put into early retirement.
Of course, The man I speak of is James "Eyensane" Hughes...

Chris Kennedy: Whenever people talk about the fastest rising stars in the FWA, 2 names always come up: Chris Kennedy, and James "Eyensane" Hughes. I understand why my name comes up, I am the 2010 Rookie of The Year, The 2011 Golden Opportunity winner and the only FWA superstar to grace the cover of Rolling Stone. But what did that greasy parasite Hughes ever achieve? James Eyensane Hughes lost a whole bunch of Young Jobber title shots against Josh Diehl before Diehl threw the championship in the garbage and James Hughes came digging through the trash for it like the slimy, bottom feeding lower-class cockroach that he is. And after cheating every month, you managed to keep the Young Jobbers title for a brief period before you went and started talking trash about The Great Siege, action/reaction: Mountain Rush strips you of your championship and feeds you a crock of shit about you being "too good for they Young Lions Championship". Hate to break it to you, Urkel, but if you were really too good for the Young Jobbers championship, then you would have won it before your 5th attempt and you wouldn't need to cheat month in/month out to keep your belt. You see Hughes, I don't need sledgehammers to win matches, all I need is at least half a nights sleep and ample hydration. I never have utilized The Great Siege in the way you utilize Over The Edge. Look back at my matches and you will not see a single instance where The Great Siege has helped me win a match. Everything I have ever done, every win I have earned, I earned myself. When I beat you Eyensane, and Jesus Christ am I going to beat you, I will show the entire world that you are NOT ready to move on to the next devision, that you are NOT ready for the big leagues. You will fall right back down tio the Young Lions division, where better men such as Juan Lopez and Mark Reynolds are currently stealing the show. What kind of leader for you rag tag team of misfits will you be when you fail to do what you say you are going to do? Like Julian Night, another idiot trying to start a revolt, you will fail this evening. While Julian isn't even worthy of my time, my lackey Joey Bones will deal with him, and once he is in fact beaten by a lackey, his great crusade will meet an end as tragically as yours will. So many oppositions, but none of them can touch the Great Siege if they can't even make it through ME. I will continue to defeat ugly jerk-offs like Eyensane, Duke Drazin, Anthony, Bullseye Johnson, Rocky Creed....IT DOESN'T MATTER! LINE UP ALL YOUR HEROES AND I WILL KNOCK THEM ALL DOWN!

Chris Kennedy stops and takes a moment to calm down, taking a breath and running his fingers through his hair as he collects himself.

Chris Kennedy: Everyone shares a common agreement, they all say I am dishonest...sketchy or whatever. I am asking you all right now, how that can even be possible considering that each and every week I come out here and PROMISE you people that I am going to win, and I do just that! Why aren't you people cheering for me? I am the one winning! Instead, whoever I put on a stretcher is the ones you people favor. Is it because you pity them or is it because you envy me? Either way, you all now realize that I can't be stopped and unfortunately for James Hughes, he will have to learn this lesson first hand.
James, I don't thnk you are the future of the FWA, not by any means. While you may walk around with a false sense of pride and entitlement thinking that you have elevated to the next level when Mountain Rush vacated your pathetic Young Lions title, the fact of the matter is that the leader of The Great Siege took the belt away from you because you got on The Great Sieges bad side. Now I am no mathmatician but I am at least smart enough to put two and two together and Eyensane, the numbers don't add up for you. I have been undefeated for the past 4 months, and if Duke Drazin and the rest of the riff-raffs can't stop me, then Eyensane. you stand absolutely no chance whatsoever, you see your fate was sealed the moment this match was made, as is anyone who's name appears next to mine on a Fight Night card. I have built way too much momentum and while you may feel as if this is your breakout match, your coming of age, your right of passage, this battle will be none of that for you, my friend. No, Eyensane is not an underdog, he is a sacrificial lamb, led to the slaughter by my hand and eviscerated in the name of The Great Siege..

Kennedy stands up from the table and grabs his Golden Opportunity briefcase before walking away, Mozart's "Moonlight Sonata" playing once more as we watch him walk off into the never-ending abyss of a room.

[The Golden One]

The white walls give a border to the white halls of a hospital hallway. Doctors in white coats walk to and fro rooms and their offices. Nurses in blue attire walk with clipboards and sheets of paper down the hallway as people talk frantically all at once and everything heard is jumbled together. One nurse assistant is pushing a tray of food down the hallway with a speedy pace.

The depressing white walls and white floor are surrounded by white doors leading to patient rooms. Many of the rooms have the doors wide open to allow people to look in and check on the patients, who are...mentally ill habitants of the hospital beds. Some are worse than others, and some conversations can be heard mixed in with the other talking.

However, one room has the door shut closed. It is closed for a reason, as a man in there is...extremely mentally ill. It goes into senseless paranoia.

Wearing a black shirt with blue "Great Siege" letters is "The Rotten Gold" Devin Golden, who also has jeans and a slick smile about him. He passes the camera and walks up to the door that is closed. He can hear conversation inside and turns and says, "shhhh" while pressing his index finger to his closed lips.

He quietly opens the door and enters the room, where a man in his early 80s is wearing patient outfit and yelling at two helpless nuses only trying to calm the man down with soothing words.

Patient: I DON'T WANT TO EAT THAT FOOD! I KNOW WHAT IS IN THERE!

The nurses, a bit confused and overall just plain helpless, try to enter common sense into the man.

Nurse #1: There is nothing in here.

Nurse #2: Nothing at all, Mr. Glinceton.

Patient: I KNOW! I KNOW THE TRUTH! I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS ARE TRYING TO DO...AND IT'S THE SAME THING SHE TRIED TO DO!

The manpoints his finger angrily towards the corner of the room, where a female in her mid-50s sits in a chair, with an expression of sadness and embarassment.

Nurse #2: I don't think she tried to do anything. Why would your daughter try to hurt you?

Patient: I KNOW WHAT SHE DID! SHE TRIED TO KILL ME WITH THAT GOD AWFUL FOOD AND SO ARE YOU TWO!!!

The nurses finally give up and leave the room, leaving the food on a tray in front of the patient, who ignores it without issue. Golden, who has been undetected in the room and basically acts as an invinsible figure or fly on the wall just watching, finally turns to th camera.

Devin Golden: You see, Thomas Princeton? You see? You see what senseless paranoia can do to someone?

The man continues looking straight ahead at the wall, ignoring what he believes is poisoned food resting before him in a tray.

Devin Golden: Paranoia is a bad...bad thing. And for some reason, you have it. You believe The Great Siege coming to Crossfire is a terrible thing, and you believe the group only plans to take control of the brand like the Fight Night group. You have judged a book by its cover, Princeton. You have assumed...and you have taken out your groundless beliefs on what the Siege plan on me...who you think is "the leader" of the group.

Devin Golden: That's what bothers me, Tom. You have initial beliefs that you refuse to shake. You went after me, and I am willing to respond, but you went after me and the group for no reason. None at all. Ever since you lost to Carmine and Alexx in the Metal Mayhem and then lost to Carmine in the main event a few weeks ago...Princeton...you have been searching for a way to find relevancy again. And it comesin the form of "standing up" to the Great Siege.

Well, by all means, go ahead. I have nothing to hide. No secret plans. No kidnapping plans for Matthew Robinson. No ideas to take over the brand. No, we're not like the Fight Night group. In fact, we're better. But for some reason, Princton, you have your own beliefs and they cannot be shaken.

No matter what...your paranoia about what we have planned continues to grow with each passing week. I only wish you never blame others for potentially poisoning your food while you lay contained to a hospital bed due to mental illness.

The extreme conversation in the room between the nurse and patient restarts when one nurse comes back into the room. She is a bit upset and disappointed none of the food was eaten by Mr. Glinceton. He and his daughter have not spoken a word or looked one another in the eye. And the entire standoff comes in the fornt of hospital food.

When the nurse pleads with the patient to behave, the patient only grows worse and worse.

Devin Golden: Similar to you, Princeton. When I tried to explain myself and what I envisioned from the Great Siege, you only got harder and harder to deal with. It's as if you had a set belief and will NEVER stray from it no matter how extreme it is.

[DramaShark]

JOEY BONES


Miami, Fl... May 29th, 2008

Joey Bones stands on the corner of Havana and 23rd street, removing his sunglasses and wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel that he has draped over his shoulder. The hot Florida sun beats down on Joey in such an unforgiving manner you would swear that the earth and the sun were set to collide with one another. As if the raw heat weren't enough, the sheer humidity was also overpowering to an almost unbearable degree. Suddenly, Joey's pocket vibrates and the voice of acclaimed Hip Hop artist T.I can be heard, albeit muffled, echoing from his trousers.

"money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my partnaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my partnaz roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my partnaz roll
blowing dro on 24's,
thats how all my partnaz roll"

Joey pulls out his classic Motorolla Razr and the music ends as he flips it open and presses the phone to his ear.

Joey: What's the hold up, Mikey?

Mikey (off camera): Bones, man, we had some heat, brother. Don't worry, we lost them We are on 23rd right now...

Joey: I see you...hurry on....

A blue Chevy Cavalier rides down 23rd street with a large Coca Cola truck following behind it. Both the car and the truck take a turn down an alleyway, in between Pito's Spanish Grocery and the 24-hour Laundromat. Joey quickly runs after the two vehicles and makes his way down the alleyway where the two large men are opening up the coca cola truck, Joey's brother Mikey getting a briefcase out of the back of the Chevy. After the two men open the truck, they turn around revealing themselves to be be Miami's "Kings Of The Street", Diamond and Apollo, The Smash Brothers.

Diamond Carter: Joey Bones. Been a while my brother...

Joey Bones: Oh I am ya' brother now?

Diamond: Hehe, well yeah...

Joey Bones: That's funny, because my real brother, Mikey back here, did 1 year and a half in Faulkenberg State Penitentiary off of some s**t that you pulled...

Diamond: Hey, Apollo, you remember me asking Joeys little brother to take the fall for me?

Apollo: Sure don't...

Diamond: Apollo, you remember me asking, no...begging...Mikey not to come on that deal?

Apollo: Sure do...

Diamond: So the way I see's it, Bones, why in the hell do I gotta save his ass, give up mine, when I told the little juicehead to turn around and go back to the gym? That's on ya' brother, Bones. Not me. I can't look after him when you odon't feel like it.

Joey Bones: Yeah, whatever bro. I don't even know why the hell I am doing business with you, but if the inventory you promised is legit, then it might be worth it...

Apollo: This way, Bones...

Joey and Mikey follow Diamond and Apollo to the back of the Coke truck, after passing the first few rows of Coke products, the pallets closer to the back seem to look different. One box is labled "iPods and Zunes", another large box reading "PS3", another reading HP Laptops and another box marked with an X. Joey heads strait to the crate marked X and his face fills with a combination of anxiousness and curiosity. Diamond Carter opens the padlock on the crate and begins to open the top with a crowbar. As the top slides off, a bright orange glow emits from the top of the box, though we don't see what is inside, all 4 men look at the contents of the crate with a childlike wonder, there eyes wide and their smiles ear to ear.

Joey Bones: Is that.....

Diamond Carter: Is that what you think it is? Oh yeah, muh brother. Everything else in the truck, the 10 grand that we agreed upon. But for this...THIS...we gon' have to negotiate a bit.

Joey: You already owe me, bro. You have to cut me a good deal here...

Diamond Carter: I am already giving you 50 thousand dollars worth of hot merchandise for 10 large. What more do you want?

Joey Bones: Goddamnit, Diamond, then what do you want? Name your price, bro....

Diamond: The best deal I can cut you is 25k, and that is robbery considering it's priceless

Joey Bones: Forget about it...

Diamond Carter: look, I can get 85 grand for it from some guy named Julian Night in Colorado. But truth is, riding across the country with THIS in my whip, that is a gotdamn death wish, muh brother...Cops, bounty hunters....all that. To be honest, this is worth far more than 25 grand, worth more than 85 grand even.

Joey Bones: I don't have that kind of money, Diamond...

Diamond: No, but you can get it. I know you Joey, slick kid from the streets like you, oh you'll get it. You are resourceful like that.

Joey glances back over to the crate and then back at Diamond.

Diamond: People have died over this. I am offering you a Sixty Thousand dollar discount on World Domination simply so that I am not one of those who do die over this thing. Either that, or I drive to Colorado, me and Apollo.

Apollo: I might not ever see my kid again....

Joey: Please, I have seen the dirt you two have dumped in your trunk and taken coast to coast. I wasn't born yesterday, Bro.

Diamond Carter: This ain't weed, this ain't no kinda powder, these ain't no gotdamn box full of hot iPhones, ya dig? This is something big...And everyone on the streets is looking for what's in that box. 99.9% are trying to steal it, that .1 percent is willing to offer hundreds of thousands for it, but I can't put myself out like that and thay can't seem to find me, 'cept that dude Night in Colorado and some other guy named Kennedy...

Apollo: ...but we don't trust him....

Diamond Carter: Hell naw, not in this lifetime. Name like Kennedy has "cop" written all over it.

Apollo: Or Snitch...

Diamond Carter: Either/Or.

Joey Bones: Damn it. Fine, bro. 25 large, but I need 48 hours. At least.

Diamond: You sir, have got yourself a deal...

Suddenly, a police car turns down the alleyway and sounds it's sirens, pulling up behind Mikey's blue Chevy
Joey panics and Diamond Carter shoots Joey a dirty look, assuming he has been set up. Joey, on the other hand, has no idea what's going on either other than the fact that his heart rate has begun to increase drastically.

Joey Bones: What the f******k, bro? what the f******k?

Diamond: This a set up, Joey? Payback for your brother? I swear to god if it is, I'll kill yo' ass right here, right now gotdamn it!

Apollo: Diamond, shut the f******k up, be cool, be cool.

Apollo slides out the pack and enters the drivers seat as the short, overweight police officer exits his car, speaking on his walkie talkie, presumably calling for back-up

Officer: Good afternoon, Fellas. Say, we making a soda delivery to Pito's over here?

Joey Bones: Ugh, yes sir. We are just finishing up, got more deliveries, you know...

Officer: You know, that's funny, because Pito's is closed today. Yeah, they have never been open on a sunday, at least not in the 13 years I have worked this beat. What else you got?

Joey, Mikey and Diamond all look at each other, scared out of their skin but everyone trying like hell to play it cool, or else they were all going away for a long time. They have all been to jail and none of them want to go back. Joey perspires profusely, his eyes stinging as sweat beads from his brow. The officer proceeds closer to the truck and recognizes Joeys brother Mikey instantly. The cop cocks his head, one single eyebrow raised in curiosity as his hand nears the gun holster on his right hip

Officer: Every one of ya's put ya goddamn hands up! Now!

Joey, Diamond and Mikey all raise their hands as the officer draws his weapon and cautiously approaches the back of the truck.

Officer: Driver, step out of the goddamn car with your hands above your head! NOW!

Apollo, hesitates and waits for the driver to approach the window, and when he does, Apollo slams the driver side door open, using it as a weapon to knock down the police officer. The cops face collides with the door and he stumbles back a bit, falling on his ass as Apollo steps on the gas and floors it. The trucks peels through the alley way and onto the streets taking a sharp right turn, missing a minivan by mere seconds as Apollo straitens the large red vehicle out. The 3 men hold on to the chains hanging from the trucks ceiling, as neither of the 3 of them can close the door from the inside, especially as the truck is in motion. Coke products such as 2 liters and 12 packs fly out of the back of the open truck as the big red vehicle picks up speed, crashing into the windshields of the cars behind it. The police car can be seen in the distance peeling out of the alley way. Bones, Mikey and Diamond take notice.
Bones hangs on to his chain as gravity gets the best of the 3 of them, the chains whipping them all around and even into each other as Apollo does everything he can to navigate the large truck tp safety.

Joey Bones: Aye yo, Apollo... Cops are gaining on us....

Apollo: Listen, I am going as fast as I can!! Now shut the f******k up and hang on!

The truck hangs a right down a road closed for construction, Diamond and Joey colliding into eachother hard as the truck jumps the speed bumps, then both men crashing into the walls of the truck as Apollo balances out the vehicle.

Mikey: I don't like this idea, bro...

Diamond Carter: We ain't never going to outrun those police cruisers. We gotta isolate ourselves, then ditch the truck. And the merchandise.

Joey Bones: No, f**k that. We're not doing it...

Diamond: You don't have a choice, mutha f******ker...

Apollo: Hey we got bigger problems than the merchandise right now, people!

The Camera pans out far enough to see that the truck is about a 120 yards away from going off a clif overlooking the beautiful Hillside Bluffs housing suberb.

Apollo: Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name,
thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Joey: What the hell, bro!?! What's going on!?!

Diamond: You better hang onto to these mutha f******king chains, people.

Mikey: This isn't happening!

Apollo: Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Diamond Carter: Oh it's happening, Mikey!

Joey Bones: This why I NEVER DO BUSINESS WITH THE SMASH BROTHERS!

Apollo: And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever...Amen.

The Police car catches up to the truck, as if the police officer hasn't noticed the cliff ending ahead.Sirens blazing, the cop car begins to swerve, but there is nowhere to go, all you can do is either slowdown and hope to stop, or jump the cliff, the latter of the two seeming like the only feasable option at the speed in which the truck and the cop car are traveling.

Joey, Mikey and Diamond (in unison): Hoooooleeeeeeee shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.. ......

both Vehicles fly right over the cliff, with Joey, Diamond and Mikey hanging on for dear life as the tree of them dangle in mid hair, hanging out of the back of the truck holding onto the chains with everything they have as the fly through the sky, with iPhones, iPods, laptops and other valuable stolen items raining down on the city streets out the back of the truck. A box full of Motorolla Blackberries hits Mikey in the back of his hit, causing him to relinquish his hold on the chain and fall out of the back, literally 165 feet in the air.

Joey Bones: MIKEY!!!

Joey watches in horror as Mikey falls, spiraling towards the ground with a helpless look on his face as the cop car from earlier crashes into the ground below him, exploding upon impact as Mikey falls to his death. Everything is in slow motion, it seems, as Joey is completely helpless and has no choice other than to watch his brother die. In that last moment, Joey and Mikey lock eyes and Joey mouths the words "I'm sorry" to Mikey, until the world around Mikey and Joey catches up to them in a fatal impact, the Coke truck crashing through an empty house that's still in development, landing on it's front, flipping over completely and going right through the back of the house, rolling into the neighbors front yard, the front of the truck completely smashed in with Apollo stuck, crammed in like a sardine. After hitting the back of the truck hard guided by gravity's angry hand, Diamond and Bones pick themselves up. climb out of the back.

Diamond: APOLLO!!!

Diamond and Joey rush to the front to look in the tiny sliver of open space, what was once a a driver side window before becoming a pretzel.

Diamond: Gotdamn it...GOTDAMN it!!

Joey: He is alive Bro, he needs some serious medical attention....

The sirens can be heard coming down the street and Joey and Diamond pause, almost in shock as they realize the mystery crate was still in the back of the truck, and that they were not only as good as dead, Mikey is dead and Apollo is dying.

Diamond: Go....

Joey Bones: What??

Diamond: Go. I can't run anymore...My brother needs to go to a hospital.The only one who can make yuo at the scen of the crime is that cop and he is dead. You can go now, I'll take this. I owe you right?

Joey Bones: Your a f**king moron, Diamond. Your looking at 5-10 years easy...

Diamond: Either I go or we go, and I know Mikey didn't die so you go back to prison. There are sometimes in your life where you gotta look at where your at and evaluate all possible scenarios, and if this is my curtain call, if this is Apollo's curtain call, well hell....someone on the outside has to go on to talk about it, heh. ...

Joey Bones" You serious, bro? How am I even going to get out of here?

Diamond Carter coughs up a bit of blood before laughing to himself...

Diamond Carter: You honestly think I went into this thing without a contingency plan? C'mon, man. You know how I do....

Just then, a black 2006 Fort Mustang pulls up to a screeching halt, the words "Venomous" written on the side in glossy green lettering with a Dragon decal behind it. "The Venomous" Juan Lopez exits the car with his trademark grin.

Juan Lopez: Rock'n'Roll, Bitches! Looks like I got here in the nick of time...

Diamond Carter: Go....NOW!

Joey Bones quickly hops in the passenger seat oj Juans mustanfg and Bones looks at Diamond with a scowl.

Diamond: Sorry about Mikey, Joey. God bless....

Joey Bones: F**ck you, bro...

As Juan's black mustang speeds up, Joey Bones flips Diamond the middle finger as Diamond laughs. Diamond Carter turns around and several police cars pull up, all coming to screeching halts as Diamond drops to his knees and puts his hand on his head....

Joey Bones watches on in Juans reirview mirror, but as they speed further and further away, the sight of Diamond fades away...

Joey Bones: Mikey....no....

Juan Lopez: Mikey didn't...Mikey didn't make it?

Joey Bones: ...

Juan Lopez: Joey, man...I'm sorry...god man.....

Joey Bones: Just take the back roads, Juan. Get me home...

The car rides off down the street, intro the sunset as the dark orange sky above them fades into darkness.

TODAY

Joey Bones sits in The Locker Room of The Great Siege, holding onto a DVD that reads FWA: Mile High 2010, featuring Rocky Creed on the cover. In his other hand, Joey has a remote control as he sits in front of the 62'' flat screen TV in the back of the room. He navigates through the DVD's special features menu and clicks on the section that reads "Dark Matches". He selects the match he wants, and sits back as he begins to study his opponent for the evening...

Jermaine Johnson vs. Julian Night

The match starts with both contestants walking down the ring. Jermaine looks at some people that are sitting in the first row and begins running his mouth; while he is doing this Julian runs and hits him with the Cold Creek Lariat. Then sends Jermaine into the guard rail, roiling Jermaine into the ring Julian goes for a cover but Jermaine kicks out at 2. A few kicks to the midsection of Jermaine has Julian feeling good about winning. After some more kick outs by Jermaine, he begins to show signs of fight as he hits Julian with a number of punches. The two start trading blows in the center of the ring and Jermaine gets the upper hand and shoots Julian to the ropes and hits an elbow to the jaw he goes for the pin 1.2… no but Julian kicks out. Jermaine attempts to send Julian to the ropes but Julian reverses it and picks Jermaine up on his shoulder for a power slam, however Jermaine wiggles his way out and rolls up Julian for a 1.2.3.

Winner: Jermaine Johnson via pinfall

Joey Bones: This is the guy I have to face? I am facing someone who jobbed to Jermaine Johnson?

???: Don't get cocky, Joseph.

Joey turns his head to see Chris Kennedy sitting at the table nearby who, sipping a glass of brandy and smoking a menthol cigarette. Kennedy runs his fingers through his hair and scratches the back of his head.

Chris Kennedy: If there is anything I have learned since I have come to this company, it's that your arrogance can be your own worst enemy...

Joey Boss: You're right as always, boss. Gotta remember to keep my focus...

Chris Kennedy: Joseph, is there anything wrong? You don't seem like your usual goofy self...

Joey Bones: To be honest, Boss....today would have been my brother Mikey's 27th birthday. He did a few years back, it's always hard for me this time of year...

Chris Kennedy, in a rare moment of compassion, scratches his chin and looks genuinely concerned.

Chris Kennedy: Yes, well....I didn't know that, Joseph. Truly...

Joey Bones: Thank you Boss...

Chris Kennedy: Look, why don't you go down to the lobby, have yourself a few drinks on me...

Chris Kennedy takes four hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and tucks them into Joey's front pocket.

Chris Kennedy: Enjoy yourself, try to get your mind off of things. You have a match to focus on, so go clear your head, Joseph. It's important.

Joey Bones: Ah, geez, Thanks, Mr. Kennedy.

Chris Kennedy smiles and nods as Joey leaves the locker room, only to find David Wienstock on the other side of the door.

David Wienstock: Oh! Joey Bones! Since tonight is your PPV debut, we were wondering if I could get a word with you.

Joey Bones: Sure, bro....not like I have anywhere else to be....

David Wienstock: Joey, how do you feel facing a returning Julian Night and do you....


Joey Bones: Hold it, first off, I ain't even worried in the slightest bit about Julian Night. I am a kid from the streets, where I grew up you had to fight for your survival, bro. If you weren't winning, you were dead. Tonight, the whole damn world is going to find out what Joey Bones is about, because I treat every match like a title bout. Julian Night may have had it easy in Cold Creek Colorado counting his millions or whatever, but I was out on the grind in the streets of Miami every damn day, husslin 24/7 trying just to keep my head above the water. What do you know about survival? What you know about paying your dues, bro? I was 9 years old when Hurricane Andrew hit Miami. Me and my brother, my mom, pop and 3 sister all lived in this shit hole trailer right in the everglades. We were dirt poor, my dad was a drug pusher who was never there to begin with, so when Hurricane Andrew came, our tin can got destroyed. My pops disappeared, we figured he was dead or whatever. My sister Gina almost drowned to death, my dog Bruno was killed. Everything we had, we lost. I watched my mother fight with everything she had to protect us, she was our rock, and if it wasn't for her, we would have all been dead. Our Dad, we didn't know if he was alive or what until we saw him in the local paper after getting arrested in Tampa for warrants. Our dad quit on us, he didn't have the cajones to keep it together in the time of crisis. It just goes to show, the difference between ones survival and ones demise is defined by the individuals desire to fight.

Julian Night has no fire in him, bro, otherwise he would have never ran away from the FWA last year after a few
consecutive losses to a few Jobbers. I mean, I get it, you loose to a Jermaine Johnson here, a James Sync there, and suddenly you begin to quiestion if you even belong in a professional wrestling ring at all. But instead of overcoming defeat and proving your worth, you ran back to Cold Creek Colorado, back to your mansion, back to your millions, where your harem of dames bathe you and prepare all of you meals, where your butler cleans up after you and your chauffeur carts you around town. Back inside your comfortable little bubble. Me? I never had any of that stuff. No, I never had anyone hold my hand or wipe my ass, and I have depended on me, me and only me since day one. I lost my brother Mickey a few years ago, he gave his life running from the cops. I watched helplessly as my brother died, and even though I got away that day, I would take my ass back to jail if it meant I could bring my brother back. But I can't. My brother depended on me and I failed him. The lesson here is that you can not trust anyone other than yourself. It was that day that I knew that I needed to get out of this life of crime, make an honest living. It hit me then, at Mikey's funeral, that Mikey died so that I could make something of my life. That night, after the service, I went home, smoked about an entire ounce of weed to the head, drinking a whole bottle of vodka trying everything in my power to take my mind off of Mikey's death, which was made harder by the fact that I kept blaming myself. Nothing was on TV, and since we stole our cable we saw all the FWA PPV's for free. Mikey loved FWA, he was a big Ryan Hall fan, so in his honor I caught Desert Storm 2008, knowing that Hall was in the championship. I watched Faheem Fate cause a huge upset when he pinned Hall for the championship. No one thought Fate could do it, he was a joke. He lost the title as quickly as he won it, but that's not the point, bro.

The point is, that if a chump like Faheem Fate could win the FWA championship and climb to the top of the mountain, then I could do anything I wanted. All those nights I spent with my brother Mikey watching AWA, Kerry Kennedy and Biff Bradley, the classics, all those nights I bonded with my brother over a sport we both loved. It was while watching that loser Faheem Fate celebrate his victory, I stood up and told myself that I was going to be an FWA superstar. I had realized my destiny, found my calling, where I went from here was in my hands. Julian, I never got comfortable, I never stopped. I never said "I'm content, I don't need anything more", no f**k that, I STAYED HUNGRY. Now I finally made it, bro. Mr. Kennedy gave me an opportunity I never thought possible. After all the struggle, after all the hustle, all the blood, sweat and tears I am living my dream, a dream you took for granted, Julian, because you already had your money, you had nothing to fight for. And now what, your pack trying to prove a point? Yeah, you may have a lot to prove but so do I, bro. And it just so happens that you are only the first on a long list of victims, because I am going to show the entire world that I am not simply some lackey, bro. I am not Kennedy's do-boy. I am his personal enforcer, it's a job I take very seriously because aside form a a paycheck, it also allows me to live out the dream, beat on underprivileged punks like you. You think your a kingpin? A mogul? The only thing you are is an overpaid, overfed wannabe. A nobody. You may be the big fish in Cold Creek, Colorado, but I am from a big city where I took down better men than you, tougher men than you. You are just a waist of space, after tonight, when I pummel you to near death, you will probably pack your backs and quit yet again. And no one would blame you, Julian. No one at all. Because here, it takes a whole lot more than being tall and stocky to pose a threat. I'm npot one of your Cold Creek fat cat buddies, I am not intimidated by you at all, bro.

You got a big table in your office, with a bunch of folders. You got a folder for everyone, one for Gabrielle, one for Chris Kennedy, one for Moutain Rush, one for Aut Pax Aut Bellum...Hell, you have extensive notes on everyone in The Great Siege, but there is one man you have not been keeping tabs on, Julian. That's me. You haven't done your research on me, and that's your bad, my dude, because I am very unpredictable. Just when you think you have my steelo figured out, I switch it up, I go Southpaw. You want to try and outbox me? I take you do the ground, Grecko-Roman all day in your face. You're on some secret mission to pick apart the Great Siege? Well how the hell are you going to do that when you can't even beat their "Lackey"? When I beat you, your silly little secret mission will be cut dead in it's tracks. Your whole "man of mystery" gimmick will be in dire need of a serious overhaul, you will have proven once again what you already showed the world last year, that you are a loser. You may have all the money in the world, but that's not going to buy you a win tonight. No, the richest man in the world just wrote a check that even his ass can't cash.


A disgruntled Joey Bones storms off