FWA 6th Anniversary Show Promo Thread

[Dr Nash]

Promos will be due SATURDAY, September 17th at 12 AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME (2 AM CENTRAL STANDARD TIME)! THE LAST DAY TO ASK FOR EXTENSIONS IS September 16TH. EXTENSIONS WILL ONLY BE 12 HOURS! NO EXCEPTIONS!


Extensions
Carmine 'Grim' Reaper
William Jayne
Aut Pax Aut Bellum
Darnell Porter
Wolf
Anthony
Duke Drazin
Alexx
Stu 'The Snake' St.Clair

[Nolee_Lacroix]

Josh and Nolee are seen by a little creek, fishing poles in hand and sitting in lawn chairs.

Josh: Worried about your match against Wanda? *picks up beer bottle out of cooler and pops the top, taking a drink*

Nolee: *shakes her head, casting her line back into the water* Nah, first of all I've got Killemall as a partner. Yeh met the dude, he's a good friend of mine. He'll I'm dating his best friend.

Josh: Didn't think you would be but it never hurts to check, you know?

Nolee: *nods and smiles* Nope. Not a care in the world...*reels back in to see she doesn't have a bite* Damn...hey can yeh bait the hook for me again?

Josh: *laughs* You can fight any body on any day of the weak but you get squimish when you see a worm...I'll never understand you Nols...

[Engaged To Ouellet]

A bright yellow sundress wraps around her gorgeous caramel coating as she stands before us giving a warm smile as her Jackal stands by her side. Those soft and alluring lips under her ethereal blue eyes part as softly her words saunter forth.

Gabrielle: Spark Plug you don't stand a chance...even less of a chance than Chris does of leaving this city with the same swagger he entered it.

She giggles sweetly as thats all the presence she's blessing us with on this day.

[Eyesnsane]

[Alana Allure and Killemall are standing in the locker room. Killemall is dressed in all grey, while Alana has on tight fitting business cassual black pants and a white button down shirt.]

Alana: Well, Rush has seen fit to team you up with Nolee.

Killemall: Interesting, she has talent. I'm sure she will do well. So, who do we have to face?

Alana: You two will face Bobby....

[Killemall puts up one hand indicating he wants Alana to stop.]

Killemall: They still don't get it, so I will show them. I am going to kick Thunder's head so hard it's going to come out the other end and what's her name Wanda something or other, yeah Nolee can just steam roll her quick, I don't think this will take long at all. Now, I'm going to get ready.

[Killemall walks over to the couch sits down and then props his feet up, turns on the TV, grabs an Xbox controler and starts to play the FWA video game. Alana walks next to him puts her hands on her hips and gives the ninja a look.]

Alana: This is getting ready?

Killemall: Sure, it is. Look I'm using Nolee's character, so I will know her moves and have an idea of her fighting style, see?
[Alana rolls her eyes, shakes her head in a disapproving manner.]

Alana: Boys!

Killemall: Oh, one more thing.

Alana: What?

Killemall: You know who, brought the you know what.

Alana: I'm sorry....

Killemall: Eyes has his sledge hammer tonight...

Alana: Great...

[Alana quickly walks out of the locker room. Killemall sits up and really gets into the game.]

Killemall: Yeah, oh wait. She knows that move, cool. This is gonna be fun.

[The scene fades out.]

[tmnt316]

As the scene fades it…….A small ripple swells across the calm lake, followed by a few more, each dissipating as they further try and extend their reach, attempting to splash up against the grainy shore, cooling it with their moist embrace. A small red and white fishing bobber comes into view and you watch as it slowly follows a set approach, narrated by the lakes constant rippling. The line reaches a weathered dock and the bobber brushes against it, taking a slight bump. At its subtle bounce you notice the small glint of the sun’s glare, off the empty hook and watch as it disappears from the screen.

Seconds later you see the bobber being flung back out into the middle of the lake and piece of luscious green grass catches your eye. The camera pans back revealing a man sucking on the end of the piece of grass. He has an old straw hat on, with it bent down covering his face, as he leans back in a wooden lawn chair. He continues casually reeling in the line with his left hand, as the rod itself stands latched in the arm of the lawn chair. He and the lake seem to be in sync, both emitting a crawling motion to life’s generally busy nature. A voice over creeps into your ears, as it echoes revealing sentiments.

“With the vivacity of the crowded steel realms, one surely succumbs to the demons at hand. Whether invisible or blatant, many do not have the will to excise such a plague. They allow it to consume their very being, letting it jab its sharp hook right throw their spine and play them like a fiddle. They dance about making choices they think were their own, when the force they were unable to overcome had made such choices long ago. It drags them through life towing the line, reeling them to where they were supposed to be and causing them endless suffering. That which they try to attain, that which they find just in their reach, is simply that which they will never gain. They are too foolish to think for themselves and too foolish to become unsaturated from their homegrown hell. They simply fall for the bait, the bait which is nothing at all. Their desire for status and material trinkets continues to blind them to the end, the end where none of it matters. To pasture they will go, species upon species grazing on their withering specimen and all else remains a meaningless waste of space. To those vibrant few with eyes drawn elsewhere as they propel an unnatural effulgence. A chilling force that shocks them through that hooked spine, magnifying their fear hundreds of times over. Their simple presence causes unshakable fear and all will end up cowering beneath not just a man, but a God. That of the Great God Duke Drazin.”

A sly smirk comes across the man’s face and he tips up his hat, revealing himself to be none other than Duke Drazin. He stops reeling in the fishing line, leaving it about half way out. Drazin simply folds his hands on his chest and leans back in the lawn chair.

DRAZIN: “It sure is nice not having to smell the stench of that Piss Pot Place and the Sink Hole Siege constantly sucking the tit dry for new material. Boo hoo we aren’t in the hall of fame, boo hoo someone give us some attention, boo hoo we’ll pick on a dead guy and guys that aren’t around anymore. Yeah big men aren’t you APAB? You really are showing how you’re nothing but more usual scum. As Drazin has stated time and time and time again, along with Tag Along Anthony, you two have faced complete shit for most of your so called “great title reign.” So what now? Now that you’ve lost your ass wipers when facing some with more talent in their toe then you ever had, damn Drazin is talking up Anthony, that’s sad. Comparing you to Drazin would be more like a hair on that toe having more skill then you, but that’s neither here nor there. As Drazin was saying, what do the great APAB do now? They go and piss over people who aren’t even here anymore to defend themselves. That is really a new low, Drazin guesses that sink hole delved to a whole new level. Dead guys, retired guys, has-beens, wannabe’s they are the brunt of APAB’s attacks. Why? Because they have no talent to fight any real competitors. The two whiny babies can only remain relevant by riding off the fame of those long past. Great job APAB, great job!”

Drazin keeps his bland facial expression, while giving a short golf clap.

DRAZIN: “And now Wolfie. Drazin has barely seen you in what? Two years? Three? A lot sure has changed huh Wolfie? Then again a lot has not. Drazin is still the kick ass and take names God Drazin always was and that is never going to change. Wolfie is still the rabies infested nut job, foaming at the mouth, hairball spitting mutt he always was. Yet both of us have risen to a higher standard in the eyes of many. Some say Drazin excelled higher at Red, White and Bruised than Wolfie. But Wolfie, even if you are a nut, you and Drazin both know what others say is complete bullshit. The only higher standard we have is something more shiny to wipe our ass with. The day either of us became some regal, stick up the ass, whiny Rocky Creed or Port a Pottie is the day you stop trying to reach around and lick your own ass. Both Drazin and Wolfie have one thing in common, which is both of us refuse to change or hide our true nature. Drazin is not sure Wolfie could if he wanted too and let us face it sports fans, a God is not all that easy to hide. So Wolfie and Drazin are also cursed by their natures, which is what made us such a good team the one and only time we were stuck in one of those shitty tag matches together. Both of us knew if we could have withstood the other back then, we easily would have taken the belts, but alas that was never going to happen. Wolfie kept refusing to take a flea bath. Yet Drazin has already admitted that, besides Tag Along Anthony, Wolfie you were the one tag along that Drazin did not have to worry about holding up your end. It is a shame you are stuck with APAB tonight, the only end they can hold up is the one they show to the sky, as the other tries to plug it. So Wolfie once again you will have to beat the odds, just like you did with Stu and see if you can pull something out of that flea ridden ass of yours. Of course you might be able to since Tag Along Anthony and Drazin are once again stuck with that canker sore Port a Pottie. Wolfie you get him in the ring and the thing is won. That is if he even decides to show his ugly mug, if not Drazin will be ecstatic and you’ll just lose from Drazin’s Godly glow. Sorry Wolfie, but tonight you’ve picked the wrong side to be on. One more piece of advice. Distance yourself from that Sink Hole Siege as soon as possible. You do not want to be sucked into their never ending abyss.”

Drazin notices the fishing line moving up and down. He stops and gives in a good yank, then sets it back down, watching as the line ceases to move.

DRAZIN: “Just like a Port a Pottie, captures the prize for a few seconds and then ends up all the way down in the gutter. Port a Pottie was sooo happy when he came to Fight Night with Drazin. He ranted and raved about how he was going to be the next big thing and take Fight Night by storm, especially after his just plain gross ass wiper run. But what happened? Port a Pottie got pinned in our tag match by Boudreau. Yep that was such a big feat. Maybe Drazin’s old buddy’s hall of fame induction will be enough to scare Port a Pottie away from showing up. Who knew Boudreau could still do Drazin favors from the grave. Oh wait! That sounded all wrong. APAB cover your ears, Drazin does not want to be responsible for giving you such ideas. In fact every single tag match Drazin has ever been in with this clown he got pinned. Oh excuse Drazin there was the one match where five other people gave him a win by beating the Sink Hole Siege, thankfully Port a Pottie did not do much, resulting in a win. Drazin guesses that will be the best course of action again, leave this piece of dung flushed in the Port a Pottie where he belongs. Drazin is not even going to recognize Port a Pottie in this match. If he steps in the ring and gets his ass beat, Drazin will just let it get beat and that will be that. Drazin and every others sports fan knows that if a lose comes from this tag match, it will be Port a Pottie’s fault. The little bitch that had to run back to Crossfire can’t handle the big time, that’s already been proven time and time again. Well Drazin guesses Drazin just did APAB another favor. Look guys you have found another easy mark, better latch onto that fact and beat it into the ground over the next six months. You never know when you will get some good new material. Boo hoo the fans don’t respect us, boo hoo we’re APAB and we like to spank, boo hoo Andrew scratch my itch, those flea bites hurt.”

Drazin just smirks and stares out at the lake for a few seconds before continuing.

DRAZIN: “You know Tag Along Anthony we have yet to be beat in a regular tag match. That’s saying something right there. That two singles competitors can be thrown together and whip every person in this Piss Pot Place that steps up against us. Yeah we won the ass wipers, but really until we beat some solid competition Drazin really doesn’t think that’s much to brag about. Everyone and their grandmother have beat APAB, let’s hope some real competition comes along. In fact our only lose was with that shit bag Kennedy on our team. Drazin is finding hard to distinguish which is worse, the shit bag or the Port a Pottie itself. Both are sure full to the brim with the stuff and both can’t seem to do much but let it flow from their yap. Drazin guesses both are pretty equal, which means if we let Port a Pottie get in the ring, all is over. So let’s just pretend it’s Tag Along Anthony and Drazin and that will be that. Drazin will also take note about how everyone rants about Drazin and Anthony not saying much about one another. Well hell, we don’t say much to one another. Why the hell would we entertain you morons by saying anything about each other to you? We do not have to say word one and we still get the job done. Not many can fathom how that is possible because they’re too busy worrying about running their stupid yap. Blind your tongue once and a while and you’ll probably still lose, but at least Drazin’s ears won’t bleed listening to your mind numbing bullshit. Anthony no more warning because they are not needed. You simply do what you do and Drazin will do what Drazin does and that will be that. You know to pull your share and keep out of Drazin’s way and that is all that needs to be known. It is too bad Port a Pottie’s skull is too thick to grasp such a concept.”

Drazin unhooks the fishing rod from the chair arm and watches as it gets dragged under water. You can still see the bobber on top the water, as a fish is obviously trying to release itself from the hook.

DRAZIN: “Quite the situation Drazin has here. It seems Drazin has lost the fishing rod. It seems some slimy creature has taken the hook with no bait at all, if that doesn’t remind Drazin of the many at the Piss Pot Place Drazin does not know what will. Just like this fish any moron that has stepped up against Drazin failed to realize one important thing. They failed to realize that Drazin doesn’t need to bait them into an altercation, Drazin doesn’t need to say word one because just by Drazin simply being, you will all be blinded by your naivety and attempt to come after Drazin, thinking you stand a chance. But just as with every other two bit whore that has come near Drazin, you will get the ass beating of a life time and that will simply be it. Oh yeah and then there are these.”

Drazin pulls out both of his titles from a bag lying on the ground beside him and places them in his lap.

DRAZIN: “The pinnacle of what all you morons are trying to achieve. The point to your endless yapping, the endless beatings you take and all the other bullshit Drazin has to wade through. You all want a shot at these. But the thing the separates you all from Drazin, is Drazin frankly does not give a damn about the ass wipers. Drazin loves shoving them in your face though and ruining the hopes and dreams of all the little kiddies who step up and fail, much like Kennedy will very soon. It’s simply that easy. Drazin shines an ass wiper and you all come out of the wood work. Drazin kicks your teeth in and back you crawl. But Drazin isn’t like the Port a Pottie’s or the APAB’s of this place. You want a shot, bring it on. Drazin will happily let you pretend you have what it takes and then beat you to a pulp. So you will be crushed and leave Drazin’s presence forever. Tonight Drazin and Tag Along Anthony face two guys we’ve beat time and time and time again. Also there is Wolfie, who Drazin beat long, long ago. As Drazin said forget Port a Pottie, he just doesn’t matter. Anyway in the end all will be bowing before the Great God Duke Drazin, not because they want to, but because they will be made too. Yes Wolfie you can wag you tail and pant if you like too. Just don’t drool on Drazin or you might get an up close and personal look at Port a Pottie. The stage has been set, the anniversary marked and it will just be another beating for APAB and another almost yet not quite there attempt for Wolfie. That’s it, plain and simple. See you soon sports fans.”

Drazin simply lies back in his chair and tilts his hat down. He has no anger or contempt that you usually see and he begins whistling some tune. As the camera fades out and the scene ends.

[carter007]

"Hate me Now" hits the PA system as the arena immediately erupts with a chorus of boos. We cut backstage to see a security guard knock on XXX's dressing room door. Xavier opens his door and is immediately surrounded by a security detail as he walks through the backstage corridor and makes his way to the ring. Meanwhile the audience proceeds to chant "YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK" as he music continues to play. Xavier and his bodyguards walk through the backstage area and make it to the entrance ramp and Xavier soaks in the boos and taunts the fans as he walks to the ring. He grabs a microphone and waits for the boos to die down.

XXX: If I had to name only one person that I admired in this business, it would be Devin Golden.

CROWD CHEERS AND A SMALL 'GOLDEN' CHANT BREAKS OUT!

XXX: Or should I say, it used to be him. You see, the Devin Golden that I admired was a man who didn't give a damn about any of you people!

BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

XXX: I'm talking about the Devin Golden that would beat people to a bloody pulp, a man who would make his own rules, and was a ruthless and heartless competitor in this ring. That is why I joined the Siege because that was what I was expecting, to be led by the REAL Devin Golden, not this cheerful panderer that we see now.

Xavier rubs his chin as a few small boos ring out from the audience

XXX: You just don't get it Devin, but allow me to paint a picture for you. These people don't care about you and more importantly, they have no respect for you. Sure they may cheer you now, but remember back when you won the World Heavyweight Championship? That should have been one of the best, if not THE best moment in your professional career. But how did these people treat you? These mediocrities, these people that you pander to, they all booed you, every single one of them sought to ruin your crowning achievement.

XXX grins as the crowd chants "YOU SUCK YOU SUCK"

XXX: The point is Devin, I want the true Rotten Gold to come back. The Great Siege needs you. Carmine needs you. Most importantly, Xavier Xander Xerxes needs you. I know you can get us back on track. I know that you can help us get championships around our waists and become dominant once again. But that is only gonna happen if you allow for your ruthless side to return. Do you honestly think that being good and honorable will get you anywhere? Take a look at the Siege, we lost Rondo without even a hint of protest, I lost my X-Division championship, Carmine has lost focus on his chase for the World Championship and you are a shell of your former self!

XXX: So its obvious that there needs to be an immediate change to get the Siege back on top. Either you return to your roots and become the Rotten Gold that I know you really are, or I kick your ass and take the reins for myself and initiate the change myself. Now I am not self-centered and I am certainly not selfish, but I am a man of my word Devin. I will beat you from pillar to post if I have to. When we step into that ring, I want you to shed your facade and show me that you have what it takes to lead this group. But if you step through this curtain and bring that same old pandering and ridiculous and shameless crowd pleasing ways, then I will do what I have to and put you down myself.

A fan (a plant) tries to jump the guardrail and enter the ring, but is immediately subdued by Xavier's security and wrestled down to the floor. Xavier immediately exits the ring and gets into his face as security holds him up.

XXX: You got a problem with what I'm saying? You think you can do something about it? Or are you afraid of me kicking Devin Golden's ass all around this arena tonight?

Xavier chuckles to himself as he slaps the "fan" on the head numerous times like a schoolyard bully.

XXX: Look at you, just the epitome of the mediocrity that I try to combat and another fan who just doesn't like to hear the truth. You look like you wanna hit me? Is that what you want? Let him go!

Security releases the "fan" as he clenches his fists and crowd is cheering wildly! He clenches his fists tighter and tighter as Xavier jeers him on. However, before the fan can make a move, Xavier surprises him with an X-Factor superkick right in the skull! The crowd immediately boos Xavier as he laughs to himself as security carry the "fan" out. XXX re-enters the ring and brushes off his shoulders.

XXX: You see Devin, I do what I want, when I want, to who I want. You people don't have to like me, but you do have to respect me. I respect you Devin, I really do, and the last thing I would want to do is defeat you in this very ring tonight. But if that's what I have to do to show you that I can lead this group and that you are not suited to lead, then so be it. Tonight will be it. No more verbal exchanges, no more arguing in the backstage, because unlike other leaders, you don't seem to be a fan of listening and only respond with force.

Xavier glares into the camera

XXX: People want to label this Teacher vs. Student, but as far as I see it, you will be the one being taken to school, so I suggest you bring a pen and paper because I will be more than happy to teach you a lesson or two. Don't make me embarrass you in front of these people, do yourself a favor and make that change, or face the consequences.

XXX drops the mic as he exits the ring followed by his security detail as his music plays in the background

[Dr Nash]

Scene opens up as the sun is about to set. The cloud white with the sky red with a blue tint. As the sun is about to set upon a BMX track. Nobody is using it as there is a sign stating it is under construction. There are multiple dirt jumps of all sizes upon it. The prints of multiple bike tracks can be made out of the dirt track of the BMX track. A few imprints can be made out were people have crashed in the past. There is a chain link fence around the course. The entrance door of the chain link fence has been locked and chained up so nobody can enter. We see a shadow from the locker room/wash room is. We see a man wearing a black leather jacket win long brown hair with blonde being in his hair now. He is wearing blue white washed jeans with multiple rips on them. Suddenly we hear an all too familiar tone of voice when he speaks.

‘I am a revolution
Pull my knuckles down
If I could
I am a revelation
And I'm nailed
To the Holy Wood

This is evolution
The monkey
The man
And then the gun

We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
Because of things we did yesterday
We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
They crucify us in our space
In our space’


• The man slowly turns around as the breeze blow. His black leather jacket is undone and there is no shirt underneath. His long brain hair with blonde in it flutters in the breeze. His thick beard doesn’t move as his pure white eye and light blue eye stare at us. He is Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He stares into the camera and slowly begins to speak.


Stu `The Snake` St.Clair: Nothing stays buried forever. I knew that day was coming. I was a capable monster who would go leaps and bounds. Am I ready to embrace who I was and control it? Or will I relapse? I am not an addict but a monster who was met his past and come to terms with it. This will be the first real test. Everyone hears about alcoholics trying to stay out of a bar when they are in recovery. Well it is very similar to what I am about to go through. Being in the bar is the worst place an alcoholic can be. Me being inside a ring where there are no rules. No bounds or handcuffs if you would to handicap and sedate the monster. Will I be in control or will I go over the edge and show the old me? With what I have done I could be crucified for it. I can try to make things right or give apology after apology to the point the sorry seems meaningless. I have already forgiven myself which is the most important things I could have done. I didn’t expect people to forgive me but they have even though they are still on edge. Given my history with leading people along then beating them with physical and physiological attacks. I was the snake that told Adam and Eve give into temptation and go for the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. There is no policy or anything I can sign…even in my own blood to make anyone let their guard down and buy into the fact I am no longer the monster I once was. [*Stu closes his eyes*] It’s still there I can feel it within me. It is a part of me and nothing is going to change that. Eventually I will have to embrace that part of myself and that night being The 6th FWA Anniversary show. ‘The Nightmare’ Nate Richardson and the late great ‘The Idol’ Matt Boudreau being inducted in the FWA Hall of Fame.


• Stu’s eyes remain closed as the breeze continues to blow and the BMX track remains quiet. He pauses for a moment and continues speaking.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Matt may no longer walk among us but he stood on the same side of the monster did. He even fought against me twice. He knows the monster better than anyone there. Who came close to me outside of Ashley O’Ryan? Not even Ashley O’Ryan can unravel the real me to the monster. He is not here nor is Jenny Ignito. [*Stu opens his eyes*] Ain’t sorry she isn’t around because is nothing more than an unwanted memory and a mistake. Even my own brother says I have lost it and don’t have it in me anymore. He never got to see the real me. He only saw the monster that he wanted to crucify and slay. While at the same time he became a monster from my doing. [*Stu closes his eyes and pauses almost if he has a sign of regret then slowly reopens them*] I have tried but I have come to terms that ain’t my brother if front of me. Just a monster that has become too dangerous to be slain without being burned in the process. Being thrown off the top of the cell at Red White and Bruised was me getting burned but I just survived but came back stronger. However that moment was almost like paying for my crimes against humanity. After that action was done I was forgiven it was something that has never happened to me. I am not born again nor am I thumping a bible stating how I been saved. I saved myself and I was welcome back with open arms. I have no need to be in a chapel or a church that isn’t for me. I don’t need religion as a crutch because all it does it cause war.


• Stu pauses as he turns his head to the sun setting. He stares at for a long moment as the breeze blows through his hair as if waves because of it. Slowly Stu turns his head with a smirk on his face.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I think it is time to let my dark passenger come out as I have someone worthy of being a test to see if I am ready for the Mile High Match along with facing my brother one more time trying to finish him. The question is using a chair going to make me loose it? A steel chain? A Kendo stick? Barbwire? A table? Or even a staple gun? [*Stu laughs*] I don’t know but it will be a ‘learning process.’ I know I will enjoy it even though I am being used to punish someone of behalf of The Crossfire General Manager G-Rich. The FWA North American Champion Alexx will be my first test if I can control the monster while letting my dark passenger out. Hopefully the monster doesn’t make my dark passenger scream for blood wanting more and more. [*Stu closes his eyes for a moment as he actually thinks about it. He then slowly open his eyes*] I could make an exception in Alexx’s case to go for more but it could lead me to going over the edge again. However looking at Alexx he hasn’t paid for his crimes. He ruined Carmine; a man of competition and hunger of wanting to be the best into a black heart. Stealing Katie and out manoeuvring Thomas Princeton to attain the North American title. It is no simple feet to do something like. Alexx's time to pay for his sins are coming. His arrogance is something worth breaking and making him humble with fear. The fear is there but all it takes is ‘actuality’ to have it sink in.


• A sadistic smile comes over the face of Stu as he continues to talk.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Look at this BMX trap all it takes one false move and they crash. It sinks in how dangerous it is. Keep in mind they are doing tricks where as I am in combat against another person. Yeah he may get up and try again but the fear will be there for not wanting it to happen again. What Alexx is in for is a beating that will have him TREMBLING to ever be facing me again or [*Stu sick smile grows bigger as he laughs before continuing*] being another no disqualification match. Alexx’s odds don’t look all that great inside and out of the ring. There is padding on the floor covering cold hard concrete floor. I CAN RIP THE PADDING right off from the ground EXPOSING the concrete floor. Being slammed on concrete is something that can cripple a man depending the velocity and speed also more importantly where he lands. Best hopes I don’t slam you on your back or drop with a DDT on the concrete floor. I am looking at a concussion, busted open head and neck damage. All in the name of getting testing myself while instilling fear to you. We both know the FWA 6th Anniversary show is live so there are plenty of television and audio cords lying on the ground. [*Stu smirks*] All the better to see you squirm and beg for a breath of air while I STRANGULATE you. [*Stu laughs disturbingly] Alexx I know you French Canadian being from Quebec. You like Celine Dion but trust me you will like Tom Petty when you are free fallin’ off the stage. Alexx that is me talking along with the dark passenger. The monster isn’t speaking. So your fears should be very much there about what is going to happen. But what should be scaring you more would be that the monster hasn’t come out to do those acts.


• Stu laughs as he looks to his left and then his right as the breeze progressively becomes stronger with his hair waving around.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Alexx I know your worried Cameron Cross is going to cost you the match. Don’t fret my fellow Canadian he won’t. He will be a spectator watching you get what you having coming. Not only what you did to Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper but placing your hands on G-Rich. You see Alexx I didn’t place my hands on him. The fear I instilled in all made G-Rich worry. However you don’t spread fear but rather flock your arrogance to all. You don’t have anything to back you up or planed for the repercussions of laying your hands on G-Rich. You’re going to bleed out just like when you made Katie cry when she was held captive by you. Unfortunately for crying isn’t going to save you as it will show me how frail you are alone what type of person you really are. You may have been called and bestowed on yourself ‘The Sexiest Man Who Ever Lived’ but you could be ‘The Bloodiest Man Who Ever Bleed Out.’ [*Stu chuckles*] Doesn’t that sound ‘great’? Six years working for this company and you will have your bloodiest brawl. I am not afraid to bleed. I know you are along with worry over your looks. This match isn’t one for someone overly obsessed with their personal appearance. This will leave more than just a blemish. Scars, stitches and [*Stu smirks*] broken bones. The stuff nightmares are made of along with fear. Fear will not be in short supply when we meet inside the ring. The person who said there is nothing to fear but fear itself obviously met or hear about me. What they ought to say is there is nothing to fear but Stu himself.

• Stu pauses as seems shocked with what he has recently said. Stu blinks several times before saying a word.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: That doesn’t sound like me or the dark passenger. All the talk of what is going on has breathed in a voice for the monster to speak. Yet….I am still in control. Yes there is hope for me even I don’t need or believe in hope. There is a chance I am in completely in control. Brother ‘The Angel of Death’ Wolf, Thomas Princeton, ‘The Rotten Golden’ Devin Golden and Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper watch carefully because I am back stronger than I ever was. Alexx it’s time to crucify you and let the fear instil you and [*Stu pauses as he smirks *] consume you whole. See you soon.


• A crow flies down as the winds are blowing hard. Stu’s hair is waving strongly in the wind. Stu’s black leather jacket undone flaps in the strong wind. The crowd flies beside him and starts cawing. Stu spreads his arm to the side. The camera zooms out as we cut out.


End Of Scene

[The Golden One]

"He just doesn't know."

The voice of Devin Golden, the mystery of mixed emotions, and the man stirring those same mixed reactions from FWA fans across the country.

"He thinks he knows. He thinks he knows everything. But he doesn't."

Trapped in his own thoughts, eyes closed, laying down and stuck deep in a trance.

"But can I blame him? I was the same way, except on the other end."

A black, narrow tunnel alters into a dim light circling around in a swirl motion. Standing at the end of the black tunnel is Carmine Reaper.

"Fix yourself, and you fix the group."

"So, it's me? It's my inability to define who I am in the FWA? From The Golden One to the World Heavyweight champ, to burning the same championship and setting it ablaze, to The Rotten Gold and now to...Somewhere inbetween."

"Xavier and I only look for strength and unity."

"I always had subconscious distaste for those who straddled the middle. It seemed as if they were too afraid to pick one side or the other. I am the same way, too afraid to side on the acceptance of the fans yet too afraid to go completely against them."

The white swirls grow thicker and thicker and the black tunnel now is a black and white tunnel. Carmine no longer stands at the end of the black cave, but it is the General Manager of Crossfire, G-Rich.

"The screws are loose."

"This is exactly what G-Rich wanted. He wants us to fight and bicker. He wants Carmine to quit the group now that he has Katie back. In G-Rich's mind, we are out to get him. It couldn't be further from the truth, but there's no understanding with the ignorant and arrogant."

The white swirls grow thicker and thicker. Thicker and thicker. Instead of a person standing at the end of the tunnel, which seems to get closer and closer, it is a voice that surrounds the thick zebra setting. The voice belongs to the former X-Division champion and now wrestler on Fight Night.

Ryan Rondo (Red, White and Bruised): One day, Carmine and Devin will realize just how worthless you are and how much of a coward you are and will throw your ass out of this Siege somehow quicker than you lost this belt after getting it.

"I don't see it. I don't think Xavier is a coward. He stood up to a former World Heavyweight champion. He stood up to someone who has gained the respect of many long before he could say he earned the same respect from any. Xavier felt there was an issue and he approached it head on.

And I will never throw him out. I only want him to understand that I don't want to be a forceful hand."

And the white swirls now almost have taken over the dream setting. Only a few strands of dark black nothingness remain as the light has invaded.

And this time, the voice comes from the man himself, Xavier Xander Xerxes. Speaking only his mind, only his heart, and only his truth.

XXX (8/27/11 Crossfire): Golden, first off I do not mean to disrespect you as the leader of the Great Siege. You and I just don't see eye to eye at times, but that does not mean that we cannot make a cohesive unit. Granted, I may disagree with the way you handled the Rondo situation, and you don't like me interfering in your matches, but we both want the same thing and we both care about the Great Siege. I respect you Devin, I really do. You gave me an opportunity that many other people wouldn't have even fathomed.

"And I respect you....and I respect you."

And the thick white swirls grow thicker and thicker, finally eliminating the black areas and showing only a white blurb which suddenly GLOWS with bold transformation and shines like a bright light, almost blinding all those in its range of view.

"I have seen...Xavier is in need of a leader, and I am in need of a direction. It is time to unleash the fourth member."

[Eyesnsane]

[On the north side of the city, Eyesnsane is making the short three block walk from the building members of his family have occupied for more than ten years. It is easily the tallest building in the immediate area. Eyesnsane currently resides there on the top floor of the building. He leases a two floor loft styled one bedroom one and a half bath condo, with a northern view of Lake Michigan and a western view of the city. As he leaves from the building, wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt that reads, “Over the Edge”, and an extra large size black hoodie, topped off with a pair of mirror reflect aviator sunglasses. As he is walking down the street, some of his friends and kids from the neighborhood recognize him, and start to walk along with him.]

Eyesnsane: You know they knock me for my play on words with my name. Razor the main eventor, wow. The creative skills displayed there are astounding. Enough about names; what are names really, just representations of a thought, of aspirations, or in some cases relevant? I know who you are, I don’t know you, but I know of you, of your type. Your name should be almost. It seems to best sum up everything about you. You almost had a great marriage, you almost did not catch your wife cheating, you almost lost your mind, you almost won the X division title, you have almost had a come back worth talking about, and you almost launched yourself into the bright light by beating Charon. See that, you were almost there, almost relevant. True enough you’ve been a champion elsewhere, but not here, not in the big leagues, not in the FWA. Tonight you will face me, one on one, and I am looking forward to it. You see, I have beaten the last two X division champions, making me two and oh, against guys from Crossfire, and it is not in my plans to loose to you.


[He stops for a moment at the intersection of Winthrop and Granville. Looking around the area, he can see not much has changed. It’s very evident that Loyola University has expanded it’s ownership of nearby buildings for use as student living quarters, made evident by the pale green rod iron fences that surround there property and the emergency campus police phones. He continues his walk until he gets to the “Red Line, Granville” train station, where he turns into and swipes his fare card to go up the stairs to the elevated train platform. Once reaching the platform he stands in front of a wooden bench awaiting the arrival of the southbound train to 95th.]

Eyesnsane: I spent so many years here, and have so many memories. I remember for a time catching this train to go everywhere. School, work, training, and Killemall’s house; literally everywhere I needed to go. I have always been fond of riding the train, especially the elevated lines through downtown. You get such a unique view of the city; it’s different than walking or driving, or even being driven. Not to mention I’ll easily beat all the traffic to the arena; it’s why some coaches for the Cubs ride the train.

[The scene fades to black and then back to Eyesnsane, now sitting on the train, looking out the window as he is speaking.]

Eyesnsane: Razor, you were an accomplished guy. You should know better than most that if you’re heart is not really in this then it just won’t work. I don’t come out here and aim to be the guy that hurts people that cripples somebody, or injures some one to the point they can’t do this any more. By no means though does that mean I am going to hold anything back. You see you signed a contract, not with the company, but with the people, with the fans that are lining up to get in as we speak. The fans, that spent all night waiting in line for tickets to go on sale, the fans that will no doubt tune in to see another great FWA event. Razor, you may have been gone for a while, a long while, but you should already know these things.


Train Speaker: Bong! The next stop will be North and Clyburn; passengers will exit the train on the right, at North and Clyburn.

Eyesnsane: Well, it’s about time to go underground. I’d rather go above ground for the view, but this route is better. Besides after a quick underground train switch, I’ll pop up on the good old west side, head on down the Medical Center stop and walk over a couple of blocks to the U.C., I’ll have plenty of time. I love my city, I always miss this place, not so much during winter, ah but there’s no place like it.

[As he says that the train heads below ground, the surrounding space outside the train gets darker until nothing can be seen and the train is only illuminated by its internal lights. After a few moments, ads show up on the walls just outside the windows, multiple pictures are placed one after the other to give the flip book effect as the train flies past them.]

Eyesnsane: Hmmm….. What will they think of next? Razor tonight is not just some ordinary night, tonight you step into the ring with the FWA’s young lion, and you are quite literally being fed to the lions tonight. I know you may not know me too well, so just to get you up to speed; I am the man that legitimized the young lion’s division while at the same time elevating past the X division. I am a champion, that has not lost his title, no a clown in a suite was allowed to walk down to the ring and take what I worked so hard for away, and handed it to a joke of a man, who has done nothing but destroy what I built up or so many months. I have had to watch this play out week after week; the fans have had to endure this ineptitude week after week. Tonight, my friend you are stepping into the ring with a mad man. You can write me off as many have before you and many will that come after you, but do yourself a favor. Talk to your Crossfire buddies in the back if you think I’m just blowing smoke. Rondo, triple X, hell even Lopez, when it mattered most, none of them could beat me, and you won’t either. You’re not ready to come back, I don’t care what you are trying to prove, but one thing is for sure, you better be more than just almost ready.


[The scene fades out and back in again, this time Eyesnsane is off the train and has just turned down Madison Ave. Taking the last few steps to the doors of the United Center. Fans start to surround Eyesnsane, realizing who he is. He removes a black sharpie marker from his pocket, and begins to sign autographs for various people, as they come up to him with different items. While he continues to make his way toward the building. As he gets closer to one of the doors, security becomes aware of whom he is, and some of the guards make there way out to him, creating more space through the crowd for him to walk through to get to the building door.]


Eyesnsane: I have learned a lot over this past year, year and a half in the FWA. One thing I really get now is when to unchain my Insanity. So, I am waiting patiently only for that bell to ring, because once it does, the chain is coming off. Razor is not prepared for me, and what I bring to the ring. I have home field advantage, you saw that crowd outside, well just wait till you here them all in just a short while. The roof is going to blow off this place, because they know that Over the Edge is here to steal the show and tonight, is going to be a win for the home team! Razor, I am going out there to give these fans everything I have. I am willing to do whatever it takes to beat you. It’s not about fair, life ain’t fair. It’s not about right and wrong, because Mountain Rush ain’t right and Robinson is wrong. I’m not trying to make some sort of comeback, because I’ll never leave until I am unable to go anymore. No, once again I must represent Over the Edge and Fight Night against Crossfire, and that’s you. The fact is Fight Night is the better of the two shows, and I can say that, because I go out there and prove it. Maybe, if you are lucky, when that bell rings, and they raise my hand tonight when I win our match, maybe, just maybe they will say, you almost won.

[The scene fades to black.]

[The Full Time Shakey]

Booting up your PC, you load up your internet browser and go to FWA.COM, your source for exclusive coverage of the 6th Anniversary Show weekend. Along the top are a few headlines ie GABBYS NEW PHOTOSHOOT. But the latest is a blog entry from Ryan Rondo, titled:


'I Am The Antidote'

and you click it. Opening a new link.

Ryan Rondo's voice is heard as you read through it...

Ryan Rondo: 'It wasn't my path. Or my fate. The TV Title is not on my mind right now, the loss to Jayne won't stick in my mind... at all. Of course, you expect me to go on with some sort of backstory about my next opponent, Juan Lopez. Well there is nothing to tell. We have no history. Of course it is a dream matchup for any FWA Fan who enjoys the lower card divisions on both shows. But this isn't about me. It's not about Lopez. This is about the FWA.

SIX years it's been in existance, and what a 6 years it has been. We've seen greats like Matt Boudreau and Sean Kelleher... and duds like Blaze and Narc... and the what-couldve-beens with James Sync and Decibilior Turpentine. We've also seen a Great Siege crumple. A great siege that I was a part of. I sit on my sofa every week and see Crossfire, the cracks are beginning to show. Devin may not admit it, but he knows for sure that XXX is worthless. And Carmine has seen the light again. But the cracks began with my wins over Xavier... and then my sudden transfer to Fight Night. Something I did not oppose. Why? Crossfire gained Juan Lopez out of it... well actually they got Darnell Porter. But figuratively speaking, yeah, Juan Lopez. This guy was the Fight Night version of Xavier. He's arrogant. He's completely infatuated by the idea of holding a title, and getting it back - and thinking that he has some sort of God complex with it on his shoulder. Nope. That's not how life works buddy, I am sorry. But the person who beat you for it will, more than likely, beat your ass time and time again, Xavier learned that the hard way. I sit down and watch Crossfire every week, every time that it is airing. And you know what I see? You live up to your nickname Juan, you are Venomous. You are a quick acting poison on Crossfire, you're killing the X-Division, and having worked so hard in that division, it's something I don't want to see. Tommy Tripper is the rightful champion, that man has earned it, he puts the effort in. You just can't come onto the show and just start to take control, no way dude. I'm going to peg you back here. I was the pinnacle, the top of that division and I believe I still would be if I was on Crossfire, so when you get into that ring with me, i'll show you what that division is.

Not only what the division is. I'll show you the resilency that it contains, the strength it contains, what the competition is like at the TOP of that division. You might be the poison coursing through the veins of the X-Division but the FWA and Fight Night are going to administer an antidote to counter your poison. Unfortunately for you, that Antidote is me. The champion who never lost his title. Prove yourself, I have nothing to prove, this is your chance, your moment. Seize it. Spread the venom. I guarantee you that you won't, I will ensure that your venom harms the X-Division no more. See you in the ring

But concerning my future on Fight Night, I want to let the fans know that I am 100 percent committed to the show and ready to keep going. I don't want to be challenging for a title at this stage right now because i'd rather be tuning up and getting used to life on the show - it completely differs from being on Crossfire. I don't know much about what's going on, who to befriend and who to be wary of and so on. Of course, Juan would know perfectly, but being swapped with me, I am sure he is in some sort of the same position as me over on Crossfire. Maybe not, it's such an in-your-face show that you just suddenly learn who to befriend and so on. But I promise that I am still the same man who came back to the FWA. I have suddenly hit some losses but it does not deter me, I am ready to prove myself. And Juan is the perfect person for me to do just that. I've lost to Eyesnsane, and so has Juan. So we have something in common, something to share, a loss that we probably both don't want to annoy us. But the thing is Juan, I don't let my losses consume me, I don't let them control my actions. You do. You become obssessed with beating him so badly that your performance dropped, and still is dropping, whether you'd like to admit it or not.

My whole point is that, I want to help you. I am going to take your mind off those defeats so that maybe in future, you can have something in common with Xavier. An unparalleled obsession with me and the constant defeats to me. Xavier had never beaten me on my return to Crossfire. And well, it consumed him, made him become egotistical but also thrust him into the spotlight. Maybe beating you will make you realise that losing is a good thing sometimes as you seem to gain more than you would've if you won. Tommy Tripper wasn't suddenly cast aside just because I could beat him, his performance gave him credit and even helped him gain number 1 contendership and eventually the X-Division title.

Juan, you just better watch out, because the FWA Doctor has prescribed a whole lot of antidote coming your way.



Ryan_


ps i'll make sure all the ladies can get a decent view of me... and some guys if they're into that. We all know I win the heartthrob battle, Juan.'

[Mr.E]

** Tommy Tripper lays disgruntled in a hospital bed**

Tripper: Beat down again after a victory, I'm starting to not even care. I'm numb to the pain, supershow i'm unconviently booked to fight Mark Reynolds. Ill win or I wont,¸I do not even care anymore.

**Trippern drifts off back into unconciousness**

[Minstrel of Chaos]

The office that the scene opens on is quiet, with the only sounds being that of keyboard strokes. The room is also relatively dark, with light from the computer screen glowing eerily upon the face of one Joshua Diehl. He sits laid back in the chair, just working away at the set of contracts he was asked to draft up, specifically the ones concerning the matches at Mile High. Ever since Matthew's firm had been falling behind on the paperwork, they had been outsourcing to his office. Not that he minded the work, but it was rather tedious alot of the time. He looks up from his desk as he notices a shadow in the corner of the room. He takes his hands away from the keyboard before steepling them in front of his face. He addresses the shadow in a familiar tone, but one that doesn't hold alot of formality.

Josh: Hello, again, Charon. It's not like that smoke and mirrors routine works on me.

The figre steps forward out of the darkness and into where the glow of computer outlines his features enough to discern his identity. The white mask seems to give off a ghostly light when exposed from the dark. Charon simply leaves his hands as his side, merely standing at a loose form of attention.

Charon : I never expected the tactic to work on you. I just merely didn't want to disturb your secretary's sleep. You work her too hard you know.

Josh just chuckles at that, as if what Charon stated was some sort of cruel joke.

Josh: You're going to tell me that I over work her? Considering your work ethic, that just hypocritical. I haven't seen you take a day off since I met you. Speaking of the day we met, how is Lauren holding up?

Charon turns his head to look out the office's window, seemingly looking for someone. Most likely the Deathly Princess herself.

Charon: She's fine as can be considering her distaste at who I'm facing at Mile High. She still seems to think I harbor some romantic feeling for the woman. I would guess though that she isn't thrilled by the fact I'll be taking on the same odds as before. She rather has enjoyed watching Gabrielle suffer though. I can't find the joy in it, to tell the truth. I'm just glad that this will all be over soon. I have no use for this mask anymore now that he's gone. I almost thought it would have brought me some satisfaction in eliminating the Phoenix, yet I find no solace in the fact that I killed the closest thing that woman had to a brother. She'll hate me you know?

Josh shakes his head before simply leaning forward and looking in the eye of Charon.

Josh: Too late to turn back now. I'm sure she'll understand. She didn't want you to be stepped on after all. That's all they have done to you before, so it's only natural you'd want to lash out. You're being surprisingly tame considering what you've been through.The fact is, I'd have torn up far more than you have for what they've done. They all betrayed you, and for what you did for them, this is a small price to pay for that betrayal.

Josh leans back once again, before sighing and steepling his hands once more.

Josh: So you have Kennedy this time huh? It's no wonder Lauren is feeling jealous. Gabrielle nearly stole her brother from her once, so I doubt that she's going to forgive her anytime soon. Now it looks like you're going to be taking revenge for the woman. I shouldn't have to ask this, but what are you going into this fight feeling? Call it a professional curiosity.

Charon continues to stare out into the vast night sky, filled with stars and a part of the Chicago skyline.

Charon: To tell you the truth, I'd say this isn't so much revenge for Gabrielle as just trying to prevent another one of him from forming. I'm honestly not sure which is worse at the moment. Jack may have been a traitorous dog, but he had at least one moral code he adhered to. He would never go so far as to betray Gabrielle. It has and always will be his greatest weakness. To tell the truth, I never thought of it as a weakness, because as twisted as it is, Jack loves Gabrielle. He has an unorthodox way of presenting that emotion, and it is a manner for which I despise the man for, but he at least had the code that she was off limits. Chris has no such boundary, and that honestly makes this far more dangerous a situation. Chris is willing to go to any extreme to achieve his goals, and that has been a problem in the past before. He reminds me of St. Clair, to be honest. He lacks the same mental capacity for mind games, but he's showing development into the concept of them.

Josh chuckles at that before responding in a sarcastic manner.

Josh: Too bad he had to come up against a man who doesn't play mind games conventionally. I seriously think your job at 'that' place has something to do with it. So what are you planning on doing this anniversary show? Considering this is the first one you'll be appearing at.

Charon merely seems to look away, beginning to walk to the door. He pauses for a moment, then turns just his head to look back at the lawyer.

Charon: First or Thousandth, it doesn't matter to me now does it? My previous opponents have learned that I only come on one setting when my heart is set on it. Do you know the biggest problem with lawyers, Josh?

Joshua smiles wickedly before leaning back in his chair and laughing uproariously.

Josh: Yeah, because we are only helpful after the fact. But you have a message to send to Kennedy, so get to it. I'll see you after the match.

Charon nods his head before leaving, and the screen fades to black.

The scene fades back in on an old fashioned tatami mat room, where Charon sits knelt on the mats in the seiza position. Next to him lays a red and gold katana, the sheathe emblazoned with a Phoenix fighting a Dragon. Other decorations include a statue of Bhudda and a japanese sword stand holding the wakazashi and tanto of the set, giving the room the feel of a samurai's abode. The sound of running water can be heard in the background, and the swaying shadows of trees. Charon's head is lowered so that the black bangs of his hair cover his face, while his hands rest upon his knees. His voice echoes out clearly as begins to speak.

Charon: Chris Kennedy, the rising star of the FWA. Chris Kennedy, the Golden Opportunity winner. Chris Kennedy, the Man who rises to the Occasion.

Charon looks up, revealing the cold look in the brown eye of the monster.

Charon: Those were the titles you earned that drew my attention to you. I told you before that I let you win the Golden Opportunity match, and that was because the FWA lacked something that I thought you could provide. I was mistaken, just like the many times I have been before. You are a mistake, and even you believe that yourself. You believe it for different reasons, but I assure you that you are a mistake I intend to rectify.

Charon flourishes his left hand to reveal a scalpel in his hand. A few more flourishes reveal scalpels between each finger, to which he slowly begins juggling them in the air. He never seems to miss a beat as he his never cut by the razor's edge of the medical device. He begins speaking, never once stopping his circus act.

Charon: You see, Kennedy, the way I work is by understanding the psychological anatomy of the opponents I face in the squared circle. I do my homework, Kennedy, so that I can understand what makes each wrestler tick. I study every phrase, each subtle shift of their bodies, the sequence of words they speak as they stand before the audience. You see, when you perform in the ring, and outside of it, you are not just performing. You are being examined for when you come to lay on my operating table, the ring. Then I perform surgical brilliance as I make incision after incision into the psyche of my opponent. I shred off each piece until I reach the heart of why you perform in that ring. I have not had an episode of malpractice until I came across you. I suppose I must have slipped somewhere along the surgery, and that upset me more than you could ever know. So I now have to correct my previous mistake, and stop you from becoming another cancer upon the FWA.

After stating those words, he catches each scalpel between his fingers. He then flings them with unerring accuracy to form a sort of halo around the Bhudda statue. He then flicks his wrist once more to show a picture of Kennedy's father.

Charon: I know why you are doing this, Kennedy, and you honestly make me disappointed. How can a man with so much talent, so much fire, have to pander for the acceptance you never got from your father. You claim that it isn't that, but I can see in your eyes that it is the truth. You crave that acceptance for the paths you chose, but I have news for you. That just makes you another flash of lightning in the night. You are nothing special if all you seek is the same recognition as a man who has long since left the business you are now in. Funny that you have the same modus operandi of another wrestler in the FWA, just without the moral hinderance. You remind me so much of him, and that isn't exactly a good thing. I respect that man because of his ability, but his time will come soon enough he will see. Of course I speak of...

Charon makes another quick twist of his wrist to reveal a photo of...

Charon: The 'Modern Day Anarchist', Jack Severino. You have witnessed his career I assume? How could you have not? He is, to this day, a terror upon the FWA. He may have spent more time developing than you, but I can assure you that he is still your superior in every way. There is really only two distinctions between you. The first is that you have yet to obtain a single championship, and Jack has held many with the distinction of holding two at one time. The second is that you have no code of morals. You are ready and able to tear anyone down in your path to achieve the recognition you believe you so righteously deserve. You have proven that by betraying your comrades, your lover, and your fans. Jack does the same, but he isn't looking for the attention and approval of those same fans. He seeks the attention and affection of one person. The person I am to face at Mile High. The woman you betrayed. I assure you that he has noted your betrayal of her, and he is thankful of your reassurances of his belief. That will not stop him from coming for your blood, but he will probably show a little mercy. Or perhaps he will make your punishment as brutal as that of Stu St. Clair. The person I speak of, if you have not realized yet, is the Caramel Goddess herself, Gabrielle Ignito. You do not seem to realize the consequences of your actions, so I thought you could use a bit of enlightenment on the matter. Now as to myself. The actions that I take are not for betraying Gabrielle. It was not just that action that sparks the calamity you face at the Anniversary of our federation. I do not want you believing that this is some form of revenge. Revenge is petty and meaningless. It also denotes a personal relation with the action taken. This is not personal, Kennedy. I want to make that perfectly clear. I am only correcting that which you presume to believe. That you won the opportunity to face the FWA champion. I believed you to possibly be Servin's replacement. I was wrong, as I have allowed the rise of another Jack Severino. Sadly I have done what the likes of Stu St. Clair, Thomas Princeton, and Matthew Robinson have. My actions have allowed the rise of a monster, but unlike them, I will put down that monster. I have no intentions of allowing you to further tarnish the World titles.

He tosses the photos into the ceiling, leaving them to stick there. He then picks up his katana before resting it across his lap.

Charon: It is popularized in the japanese anime, Rouroni Kenshin, that the belief of the Shinsengumi is that of Aku Soku Zan. Most historians claim this to be fictional, but is at least believable due to the records of them believing their opponents to be demons that were possessed with the idea of corrupting their society. It is the belief I wish I could follow, but found that I had not the heart to carry it out. You have shown me, Kennedy that this belief at least has merit in your case. I once believed that I could save everyone, but as time went on I realized that I lacked the ability to do so. I now find that I must resort to Aku Soku Zan while I lack the ability to do so. If you didn't know, Christopher Kennedy, Aku Soku Zan is translated as...

The picture of Jack Severino falls toward the ground. Charon allows the picture to reach his forehead in its decent before swiftly acting. He places the sword to his left, griping the handle of the katana with his right. He takes a single step from kneeling with his right foot. He then draws the blade forth, bifuricating the photo of the Modern Day Anarchist at the neck. All of this within an instant.

Charon: 'Kill those who are evil immediately'. You will taste the cold steel of my resolve, Christopher Kennedy, and I will do what I should have done when you betrayed your comrades in arms. I do not suffer traitors and you will not be the exception. Understand that this is not personal, Christopher Kennedy.

The screen now slides at a tilt as the image of Charon is that of him resheathing the blade in samurai fashion. The scene then blacks out as he is seen turning and walking away.

Charon: This is prevention.

[DramaShark]

Here Comes The Rain Again



Rain falls down hard upon the grave of Diane Kennedy as her son, The Astonishing Chris Kennedy, kneels down before her on one knee, his palm pressed against the large tombstone as the soaking wet strands of long hair cover his face. His black Armani suit is wet and muddy, a fine waste of $3,000. Chris then turns around and sits with his back against the tombstone. A coyote howls wildly as a crack of thunder roars across the sky.

Chris Kennedy: Mother, I feel as if everything is finally coming together. I finally have all the pieces of the puzzle, and come Mile High I will have put them all together. You always told me I could achieve anything I wanted once I put my mind to it. It started with Gabrielle, it ends with Duke Drazin and then everything I have worked for will finally pay off. Gabrielle is so broken, so utterly defunct, that she is now merely an afterthought. She has to now beg FWA booking to include her on shows that she is not on. The FWA 6th Anniversary Show and she is fighting a jobber, mother. Can you believe it? And to think, she could have been my queen, the First Lady in my Kennedy Administration. I could have ruled the FWA with her on my side, but she took me for granted, toyed endlessly with my emotions and made the mistake that I was HER number two, and that she was better than me. Mother, I know it may sound like a shock to you, but in breaking that womans spirit I found an uncanny liberation. She had to know, I had to let her know...That I am on top of this food chain. So I did the unthinkable, I made her loose her precious belt to someone who didn't even deserve it. Now she is crying at home, finding solace underneath Julian Night, or Anthony Jackson of all 4 members of Over The Edge. Whoever it is between her legs this week. She is no champion mother, she is nothing more than a whore. I don't call her a whore because she is promiscuous, not at all. I see nothing wrong with a woman taking multiple partners, the reason I say she is a whore is because she just lays face down with her bare ass in the air waiting for any and all takers, having sex with every man she meets and not taking showers between them. That is not the kind of person who should represent the FWA, that's not the type of woman little girls should look up to.
So often we try to find the good in people, but with her their isn't a single redeeming quality. Sure she is drop dead gorgeous, but she as a dumb as a bag of rocks and twice as dirty. She will go on to face Charon at Mile High, but the FWA 6th Anniversary Show, it is I that will face Charon.

Mother, Charon is an odd fellow, certainly one for the theatcrical fanfare and the macabre. The first time I met Charon, it was one week after he attacked Gabrielle, when I came on to CrossFire and defended her honor, giving him a Bittersweet Chin Symphony on his own turf. Then, several weeks later, it was I who eliminated him from The Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber, the same match I would go on to win. Now, I don't know who Charon is, chances are the answer to that riddle will be a boring one at that, regardless it is of no concern to me, Mother, as I am going to send a message to Gabrielle. When I face Charon, I am going to break him, rip him apart slowly, mutilate and mame him, then I am going to break several of his bones right before unmasking him, so that way when it comes time for Gabrielle's match with him at Mile High, she will have nothing left. I will have already beaten her opponent for her and she will understand the power in my will. Everything in her world, everything in THEIR world, it all exists because I allow it to. I am the sun and the moon and the stars between, I am Astonishing Chris Kennedy and I am all that you made me, Mother....I am invincible.

Charon fancies himself a mystery, an enigma, but he is not. I see right through him. A man who hides behind a mask, isn't much of a man at all. Is a monster even a monster when the titled is self professed and lampooned by others? Chaon is just a spooky white mask spouting off long winded diatribes that are more boring than they are spooky. Mother, Charon has already proven that he is nowhere in my league. Do I have to give him a THIRD Bittersweet Chin Symphony for people to realize that I am better than him in every other conceivable way? Charon, like everyone else, is just another speed bump on my way to winning the FWA Championship. I am the number One contender to the FWA title, I am Mr. Golden Opportunity and everything I have achieved has been through my hard work, not the money that you left behind. Money that I would burn in an instant to bring you back, Mother. If only you could see the path of destruction I have left behind, all the people I have broken. Duke Drazin will end his incredibly short FWA title reign at Mile High and so will begin the Age Of Kennedy.

[Venomous Dragon]

*Won't back Down blares throughout the Arena.Every patron turns their attention to the ramp but no one is coming out.After a few more seconds The crowd starts to look around since Juan has entered from the crowd.The music is cut off and a couple of seconds later patting on a microphone can be heard. The camera pans to it's origins which is Juan Lopez sitting in the front row with his legs propped up on the barricade. He is wearing his ring gear along with a white "Venomous" T-shirt".With a smug smile on his face he begins to speak.*

Juan: Well I bet no one was expecting this huh?Why oh why would I be sitting with the crowd.Everyone knows my disdain for the fans couldn't be greater.So why is it I'm sitting hearing amongst the unwashed masses of Chigago?

*The crowd boos loudly especially those sitting around Juan.

Juan:Well there is a very simple answer.I wanted to see the world from ordinary eyes.I wanted to see what life looked like from the eyes of someone who pays to see people that actually made something of themselves.I want to see how pitiful felt like.I wanted to for once to see what being a loser looked like.A feeling Chigago is extraordinarily familiar with.

*The boos become more intense.Juan simply smiles while twirling the mic.He enjoys all the venom being flung at him.*

Juanon't boo, It's not my fault every team here sucks!They always come oh so close only to collapse at the end.You always blame your shortcomings on curses and other idiotic things when you should all just accept that being losers is your default setting.

*Juan takes his legs off the barricade and gets up off the chair and climbs atop the barricade sitting on it while speaking*

Juan:Which brings me to my opponent for the night Ryan Rondo.See this is actually a smart decision on management's part for one.Really you guys deserve a gold star for this one.See ever since I've came to the FWA I've wanted to get my hands on around Rondo's neck.He is the exact opposite of me.Honestly it was no surprise to me that Fight Night wanted him so badly.He's everything they want over there.Flashy,Movie star looks,smiling all the time, good with people.I mean you fit right in with that brand.

*Juan finally goes over the barricade and as he walks to the ring continues to talk.*

Juan:Let's go back a couple of months shall we.Back in Business VI.I had a match with Eyesnsane for the Young Lions Championship.You had an X division Championship match with XXX.But the way we got there was so different and so telling.I earned the right to face Eyesnsane.Me and him had been waging war for months.I had proven time and time again I was at his level.You?Your championship opportunity was given to you by the board of directors.You didn't even wrestle for it.It was handed to you because you have that "Star Quality".

*Juan rolls into the ring and continues speaking.*

Juan:You fit in on Fight Night just perfect.It's the same show where two groups get preferential treatment because they have ties with those in power.A show where the golden opportunity holder is constantly given top billing because he has the right last name.So you getting opportunities for the way you look is right in line with that brand's philosophy.Honestly I'm much happier to be on Crossfire than I ever was on Fight Night.Fight Night was always about the glitz and glamor.Always about the spectacle instead of the sport.Here on Crossfire I feel right at home with all the demons and monsters that roam the halls.You must have hated it here.All these athletes and none preoccupied with their looks only their competition.After the draft you and me now are where we truly belong.See Ryan I don't care about autographing signings,I don't care about magazine covers,I certainly don't care about fans like that fat gelatinous blob here in the front holding up signs with my name on it.You can keep all that.

*Juan gets on the mat and hits several times with his palm.*

Juan:What I care about is what goes on in this ring.See that's why since we've swapped brands I've had more victories than you.That's why despite the fact we've both lost to Eyesnsane my matches with him are much more competitive.My matches with him always came down to the wire.Whether it was him or I that won at the end we know we took each other to the others limit.You?I saw the match Eyesnsane didn't even break a sweat.It's also why I'll be winning gold on Crossfire before you even sniff a championship on Fight Night.See I'm handed nothing unlike you.I've earned everything I have which has harden me and made me one of the best in this industry.See everyone thought your stock would be higher than mine after the trade.That your the future of this company.But tonight like I've done so many times I'm going to crush dreams with reality.See Rondo you might be better looking, You might have star qualities but I'm the most well rounded wrestler on either show.I can be a high flier,I can be high impact,I can put you on the mat and make you tap!After Tonight when I beat my second former X division champion the board will have no choice but to grant me a shot at that "Joker" Tripper at Mile High because I would have earned it!Tonight you learn what a lethal dose of venom is Rondo!

*Juan tosses the mic to the ring announcer as Juan gets ready for the match.*

[JJ Smooth]

The scene opens as a television is on CNBC, the analysts talking about the ongoing financial crisis in the United States. The channel then flips over to Fox Business and they too, are speaking of the same thing. Sitting on a couch shaking his head, is Cameron Cross. He looks bemused.

CC- “Sometimes, there are things that happen, that just can’t be avoided. Just look this mess on the t.v. People losing their minds saying ‘Oh my God, the sky is falling because we’re in a recession.’ All these ‘professionals’ can’t explain it. They don’t know how to fix it. Pandemonium sets in, and the situation keeps getting worse. See, they’re not helping anyone or anything they are not part of the solution nor are they trying to…they’re the problem. Whether they will admit to it or not, they cause this pandemonium on purpose. They make people think that they need to turn to them…that’s why channels like this exists. Sometimes, you just gotta turn the damn television off.”

Cross flips the TV off and sets the remote control down on the table in front of him.

CC- “The situation is quite similar over on CrossFire, where certain people who continue to cry foul, conspiracy theories, or whatever they have to say to attempt to suit them, are trying to cause chaos. Well now, all of this chaos get quelled a bit. It starts tonight at the FWA Anniversary show. Thomas Princeton, you’ve been quite the distracted guy lately…been too busy worrying about Devin Golden and the Siege. Stu St. Claire throttled you last week. You’ve been saying you’re ’greatness’. Yet lately, you’ve come up short. Now, you’ve got a spot in the Mile High Match. A match for the World Heavyweight Championship. Do you have what it takes Tom? Because you didn’t have what it took to beat Alexx and Carmine for the North American Championship. It ate at you just like it did Carmine, not being able to out maneuver Alexx. But don’t worry, I’ll be relieving Alexx of his hold on that title soon enough.”

Cross stands up and walks towards his gym bag.

CC- “But back to you for a moment or two Tom. To compare us I’ll use a system you’re quite familiar with. See with me, I’m the stock that soaring, reaching new highs seemingly every time you turn to look. People are buying in, my fans believe, a Hall of Famer and our General Manager, G-Rich now believes. And what about your stock Tom? Falling…people don’t know why, it’s been a bad period of time, some are questioning the happenings. And now you’re faced with stemming the tide. To steady yourself and get back some traction. And who knows, you just might win the Mile High Match, it’s seen its fair share of shocking results. So yeah, you may go on to win the World Heavyweight Championship, but tonight, it’s not about titles, there is no ladder to climb. Its just you and me. And you’re not getting some kind of satisfaction out of beating me tonight, cause it’s not happening. You will share the same fate that Jack Severino faced, and one that Alexx has, and WILL, face again. That fate is that on big stages, on grand nights like tonight, in front of our newly inducted Hall of Famers, and in front of everyone watching in person and at home, Cameron Cross will once again walk away victorious and add another notch next to his name. And my stock will continue to soar. It’s no recession here. There is no crash in my future. And I don’t need to be in a suit to tell you that. Oh, and one last thing Princeton; You already know my name, and you certainly aren‘t better than me!”

Cross picks up his gym bag, slings it over his shoulder and walks out the door as the scene cuts out.