FWA Mile High Promo Thread

[Dr Nash]

Promos are due SUNDAY October 23rd,2011 at midnight pacific time. Extensions must be requested by FRIDAY OCTOBER 21ST 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.

Extensions
Carmine 'Grim' Reaper
Darnell Porter
Thomas Princeton
`The Angel of Death` Wolf
`Rotten Gold` Devin Golden
Stu `The Snake` St.Clair
'The Astonishing' Chris Kennedy
Joey Bones

[Engaged To Ouellet]

It’s a familiar scene, but one that is in its own way different from any that preceded it. It is of course the boudoir of one Gabrielle Madison Ignito. Former Women’s, Tag Team and World Champion, Our Caramel Goddess, Wife of Jenifer Alison Ignito and lover too many others, she is the mother to Chris Kennedys unborn child, a celebrated athlete and the sexual icon of the modern day. This particular bedroom is different to any seen before, a promiscuous lifestyle and a career that takes her all across America means that enjoying the comfort of her bed at home in the arms of Jenny can be rare at times. Though she finds comfort and happiness in these times in the arms of a few good friends. Relationships that satisfy all her urges of love, friendship and sex. On this particular night with the moon high above and casting its gentle soft white glow through the open balcony doors we see a lavish hotel bedroom. A room service cart sits in one corner, showing evidence of a thoroughly enjoyed meal and an exquisite wine while the remains of desert are best seen beside and on the bed, with the faintest smears of whipped cream and one lone remaining red strawberry. Several candles still slowly billow scented smoke in the air long after the wick has burnt to its end and melted all the wax. A black suit lays disregarded but neatly placed at the foot of the bed, while beside it rests a white pair of red soled Louboutin stilettos, a short black dress which would have obviously wrapped Gabrielle’s caramel coating deliciously and the tiniest little white G-string and matching bra. As sexy as all those items are they’re quickly forgotten at the sight of Gabrielle with much of her body revealed as the bed sheet only reaches as far as her ass and beyond that her back is left naked as she cuddles up to the chest of Cameron Cross, her left hand playfully caressing his muscled body as his arms are wrapped around her in his state of sleep. Her body looks simply glorious as the moonlight dances off the curves of her body, revelling in the shape of her back, the roundness of the side of her breasts and the sweetness of her face. But it is not just the moonlight and not just her divine status, Gabrielle Seems to glow with the blissful aura of a happy pregnant woman. Normally in such a state of undress despite being such a sexual being one could imagine anger in her deep blue eyes, a prospect the cameraman had ignored once witnessing sight of Gabrielle naked. But there’s no flickering wrath in those eyes just love, put it down to her excitement at being a mother or the tender hands and skilful body of Cameron but Gabrielle greets us with a smile as her free hand which has the former X Champions red tie strapped to it grasps at a tiny cloth of lacy black material. A silent request picked up in her eyes and her body language as she clutches the material to her chest later and the cameraman steps back outside the bedroom into the expansive penthouse suite. Several moment pass by as we’re all left to ponder what has been an amazing career which may now be forced to come to an end before the door cracks open slightly, inviting us back inside. Gabrielle greets us from the balcony as a minimalist black and white All Blacks nightie does what it can to conceal her body.

Gabrielle: Don’t wake Cameron…he’s earned a good night’s rest.

She blushes sweetly as the breeze gently blows her long brunette hair in the wind and somehow with a lover in her bed and the emblem of the All Blacks; white ferns barely retaining her modesty Gabrielle is a vision of motherhood; devoted, strong, loving, kind, passionate, beautiful. A mother to torment children with her sexuality but give them strength and happiness with her unyielding love.

Gabrielle: He helps to remind me that there are still some good men on this earth, kind men, loving men, men who aren’t so prone to jealousy and hate. In Cameron is a man who would make a great father…someone who could raise Chris Kennedy’s child with honour and respect. In see in him the things that make Anthony Jackson such a good father…Simone is the light of his life and I know that if I asked Cameron would be there for me in every way.

That beautiful smile of hers sits upon her full perfect lips as despite the fact she is carrying the child of a man she has come to loathe and despise she radiates bliss under the moonlight as she gazes out over the balcony railing, letting the gentle wind toy with her hair.

Gabrielle: But how could I ever ask him to care for a child not his own?

I may be a Goddess, I may expect the worlds loving worship but I do not demand anything of those who love me. Chris may live in his glass house of delusions but I never asked him to take a back seat to me…Chris sweetie you just naturally stepped in line behind me. It doesn’t matter what organ or body part made you do that Chris, you can blame me for what you perceive to be misfortune. You can blame me for loving you, for caring for you, even for holding you back…but much like how Charon hides behind that mask you were too scared to ever ask me for what you wanted Chris…lest I turn you down.

The Caramel Goddess sadly shakes her head as she continues to gaze upon the twinkling stars above and the city lights below.

Gabrielle: You’re not father material Chris, you don’t deserve a son or daughter looking up at you with pure love in their eyes…and I will do all I can to make sure you don’t get that after all the pain you have caused what would have been your family.

She pauses at mention of that, letting it sink in before she tussles her long hair over her right shoulder so she can look over her left into the camera with a twinge of sadness in those ethereal blue eyes.

Gabrielle: But that’s enough about a man creating a life when I have the opportunity to punish a man…no a thing that took a life. Charon, Death, The Ferryman…whatever you want to call yourself it does change that you a heartless creature and ultimately spineless. You took from this world a great man but only after he had suffered so much…from another thing best likened to a weapon…or a dog. Only after Jack Severino had twisted the knife of Karolina into Michaels back, only after he had suffered so much did you take Michael from us all.

At this point the Divine Siren clutches a gold pendant dangling from around her neck, a pendant that contains a picture of Michael with an arm around Gabrielle’s shoulder.

Gabrielle: He was a great man, the friend that everybody wanted, a friend that so few people deserve but he would never let that stop him from being there. He wasn’t a knight in white shining armour…for he did not only show up when the battle was grand; his armour was rusty from always being there. I took him for granted through all of this, I thought he would always be there as a hero and a friend…while he had deeper desires. Michael loved me and I ignored it…I’m guilty of expecting and using so much from Michael; his friendship, his honour, his dignity, his passion and I gave so little in return. He was the only man to ever stand up to Jack and never back down from the monster I can never cut from my life completely.

He defended my honour, his own honour and even Karolina’s no matter how foolhardy that proved to be. Michael still never regretted fighting for you Karolina; despite what you did he still proudly defended you. He gave his life fighting back against the evils of this world. Now Charon while you seem to have softened, you aren’t the callous and remorseless thing you once were, that doesn’t save you, that doesn’t make up for burning a man alive and laughing about it. It doesn’t change that you took from this world one of its brightest shining stars.

Unlike the man I am forced to deal with yet again, you have no redeeming qualities Charon. You weren’t satisfied with killing Michael; you had to come after me as well, the woman he loved. Whether that’s born of the desire to destroy all he was or some sick whisper of Lauren wanting to see me suffer for ‘stealing’ Michael does not matter. You made the worst decision of your life; you brought the fight to a Goddess and must now suffer her wrath. It was not enough that you had already extinguished the flame of a Phoenix, that alone would have seen you suffer at my hands Charon but when you came onto my show and tasered me…

She shakes her head in disgust.

Gabrielle: You made things so much worse for yourself Charon!

I will take so much pleasure in hurting you, in beating you, in punishing you. I lost a good friend, a man I loved turned on me for his own personal ambition, I am joyous in being pregnant, in being a mother but saddened by the fact it is his child, I was robbed of my World Championship…and now in my state I may never get a chance to win it back. I may never again fight for the World Championship…or any Championship at all. I may never again get to remind the world that Duke can’t beat me, or that Chris is never more in my shadow then when he tries to go it alone.

All that might be over Charon, I will not go quietly though, I will not leave with so much anger and bitterness. My career, my legendary career cannot end on a sour note, it will end when I want it too and between then and now Charon I will take out every single frustration upon you. I will avenge my broken heart and I will most importantly avenge the knight in rusty armour, The Phoenix, a man born with a permanent smile upon his face and the desire to help others. You stole that from the world, from me, you robbed him of his rewards in this life. Michael may have been overlooked by so many even myself, I shamefully admit but he would have been rewarded in this life had you not taken it from him.

But you want to know the best part about Michael…much like how he tried to save The Modern Day Anarchist from itself he would have tried to save you too Ferryman. Perhaps that’s why you struck at him, he was the beacon of light capable of saving almost anyone. Even that woman Karolina who found herself shackled to Jack by her own broken will longs for the man she betrayed. Such is his effect, his passion and compassion…he touched my existence deeply; I am a better deity for knowing Michael Servin. I can only hope to repay all his kind deeds my punishing his killer, you Charon who seemed to escape unpunished despite the horrific deed you committed.

It wasn’t until I sent Chris Kennedy down to the ring with the instructions to take your head off with one violent kick that you suffered for any of your crimes. You killed a great man, you attacked me then without laying a single finger upon you I put you down Charon. Without even touching you…just imagine what will happen when I get my hands on you Charon with Anthony Jackson calling the match right down the middle!

As she giggles she also smiles lovingly into the camera, an act of affection directed at the Nyce One, the ever to charming Anthony Jackson with a libido, a heart, a wallet and the respect to treat a Goddess to her every whim.

Gabrielle: We cannot overlook him Charon…Anthony is a dear friend of mine, another man I have very strong feelings for.

The promiscuous being draped in caramel and wrapped in lace looks back upon the bed where Cameron Cross happily sleeps, with a smile as wide as can be upon his face.

Gabrielle: One could even say that like Jenny, Cameron, Maddie and Michael…I love him in its own unique way. I know that he cares for me as well, I can see it in his eyes and watching him and Simone play together…it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. That love, that father figure is what I want for my own child.

Gabrielle smiles as she rests her plump rump against the balcony balustrade and softly clutches both her hands at her stomach, tenderly rubbing where her unborn child currently grows bit by bit with each passing day. In that moment completely devoted to her motherhood she is utterly happy, all thoughts of Chris, Charon and the end of her career are all gone, replaced with that singular emotion and it makes her tempting darkly rich skin glow even more under the pale moonlight. There was never any knocking her beauty, countless suitors and infinitely more photo-shoots each one just increasing demand for the next raunchy spread proves she is gorgeous. The constant stares, whispers, catcalls, fictional erotica stories, frequency with which the term ‘Gabrielle Ignito Sex Tape’ pops up in Google search leaves no doubt. But right now she is more beautiful than ever because of that glow, no divine ethereality to it just the prospect of her motherhood behind it making her more beautiful than ever…though the fact that those much adored 34DD breasts seem to be slowly climbing upwards in cup sizes week by week doesn’t hurt.

Gabrielle: You are up against the world Charon…but don’t worry about Anthony, he has far too much respect for me to think I need help in one of the areas where I am better than everybody else.

She blushes a bright red and wags a single finger back and forth in front of her adorably smiling face.

Gabrielle: And no I’m not talking about what Cameron just experienced, I’m talking about what made me the greatest living FWA World Champion. Anthony’s presence is really just there as comfort, as a friend to support after all I have been through. He has been there for me in ways only rivalled by my wife, giving me the support after Red, White and Bruised that I needed, helping me pick myself back up and not dwell on what I had lost. I have him in the ring with me and the support of every fan in the arena who have come to love me for my tribulations, while you Charon you have the support of Gothic Princess, Lauren Isis Servin, the adopted sister of Michael

Her happiness lessons as she turns her attention to Lauren.

Gabrielle: Lauren I feel sorry for you…as for whatever reason you’ve always hated me, claiming that I got between you and your brother. Such a thing was never my intent and such a thing was never a reality, yes Michael loved me…but it never stopped him caring for you Lauren. The woman who had always been there for him his entire life, supporting him through all his tragedy’s, you were his rock so I hope that you aren’t so twisted as to find no solace in Charon’s punishment. Siding with your brothers killer will not bring him back, sadly nothing will Lauren, we only have his memory and his legacy of good will. You may not be able to but I can punish Charon for what he did, it may be the final curtain for my career…so I will do everything I can to make him regret killing our Phoenix.

Everything I can to honour his memory.

[b]A single tear trickles down Gabrielle’s cheek as she clutches at the gold pendant which had happily burrowed its way between her fabric straining breasts. Her hands are in turn grasped by the strong hands of Cameron Cross who has emerged from the bed to embrace the Caramel Goddess with a hug and brush the tear from her being as the video fades to a pure white.

[tmnt316]

DRAZIN: “Kennedy you two bit hack. Why even bother cashing in your lame golden opportunity win in on Drazin. We both know you don’t stand a chance without your groupies behind you. Drazin is going to do what Drazin said Drazin was going to do. Drazin is going to take that briefcase and shove it up your ass, then for a split second you will feel like a golden talent, until Drazin beats you to a pulp, knocking you back down to your own special place in hell, where you can continue your soap opera with the whores of this Piss Pot Place, the only real so called talent you can even attempt to match. And that is all the Great God Duke Drazin has to say about a shit stain like you. For on this night you will get no 50/50 chance. Drazin will destroy you in every way, even worse than Charon did. And if any of you so called Kennedy beaters want to interfere, don’t bother, Drazin will do the job you strive to do, yet just can’t, and finish this worthless prick once and for all. But if you like the smell of rotting flesh, feel free to chow down when Drazin is through.”

Drazin just laughs as the FWAtron flicks off and the fans in the arena are left a bit grossed out by his last statement.

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The scene fades in as a pair of run down emergency room doors swing open. The prevailing wind sends the rain whipping in behind the two ambulance drivers, as the doors continue on their motion driven course, swinging slower with each pass. The two drivers drip over the floor with ever step, as their rain coat hoods cover their faces. The place seems bare of life, as they rush the gurney down the hall. A pair of laced up boots is all that can be seen of the figure, due to the blanket covering him. They keep pushing him as the sounds of the prevailing storm sing out into the night. A thunder crack and a proceeding lightning strike, cause the run down looking hospital’s power to go out and the emergency lights come on. Only half working, dimly lighting the two drivers path. They slam the gurney through another set of doors, turn it around a corner and shove it through one more set. They push it right through and just let it go into the room, having no regard for the figure on it, as they walk off.

The gurney wheels itself to the center of the room and immediately seems to stop. It seems to be some sort of laboratory, as there are viewing windows above the room, surrounding it in a circle. Some lights are pushed up to the table, shining down on the figure. A tray on wheels comes into view, that’s filled with all kinds of raw surgery looking items. It looks more like a torture tray. The snap of a glove is heard and out walks a man dressed in surgery attire. One can see, even through his face mask that he is smiling ear to ear. His eyes begin to glow a bright red as he tips the plastic visor down over his head. A woman dressed in surgery attire comes up from the opposite side of the gurney, as he begins to speak and one instantly knows it is none other than Duke Drazin.

DRAZIN: “Any bets on what he’s made of? Anybody?”

Drazin asked as he glanced around at the viewing windows above, noticing the rest of his flunkies each sitting in a dimly lit viewing window. They all seemed to be enjoying the show and snacking on pizza and popcorn, as Drazin picked up a bone saw and pulled down the blanket. The face of the figure was so mutilated there was no way to tell who it was. Drazin stuck the saw up to the top of its head and started to cut.

DRAZIN: “If only people would listen to Drazin, they wouldn’t end up on the opposite side of a Godly beating. Do any of you Piss Pot Place mooks really think you can beat Drazin? Sure when Drazin is fooling around with the likes of Gabby, the not so divine one. After all Drazin just wanted to beat on her, we all have our weak moments. Drazin means who wouldn’t want to get a little touchy with her. Just be sure and give yourself a good scrubbing later, she has been around the block a time or ten after all. But after a while Gabby became stale, so just as what occurred when Drazin first met her, Drazin stomped her once pretty little ass into the ground. Drazin’s guesses having a boot print from Drazin in ones ass could still be pretty, in its own way.”

Jess The Camerawoman catches the top of the figures skull in her hands and places it in a plastic bucket, as Drazin bends down and looks at the figures brain.

DRAZIN: “Does this seem different to you?”

Jess The Camerawoman bent over and looked on with Drazin, she nodded and seemed quite disturbed at what she saw, as her eyes widened and she looked away.

DRAZIN: “Yeah Drazin’s thoughts exactly. No wonder this mook thought he ever stood a chance at beating Drazin. His brain is infested with oversized cockroaches. Drazin’s supposes they could have been trying to pull a Goa’uld and take over the mook’s mind. Maybe that’s why the mook had an ego the size of the grand canyon? Yes, Drazin knows what you are thinking sports fans, Drazin has an ego as well. But when has Drazin ever not been able to back it up? Drazin said Drazin was going to beat Gabby to a pulp, Drazin did so. Drazin said Drazin was going to kick APAB’s ass from ring rope to ring rope and with Tag Along Anthony, Drazin did so. Not even that poor fleabag Wolfie could help APAB beat Drazin and Tag Along Anthony. What’s even worse is we had Port a Pottie on our team. Even APAB should have been able to pin that shit infested shack. But Wolfie you did finally see the light, never team with The Sink Hole Siege, they just drag your ass down into their pit and it’s so big you’ll never get out. Even if you are nuts, you aren’t blind. At least until you try and come at Drazin once more, then Drazin will not make any promises. As Drazin heard through the grapevine you want a tag ass wiper title shot. Well bring Stewie your oh so scary brother, bring Doink the Clown, bring whoever you want. Drazin and Tag Along Anthony aren’t like APAB, we’ll take you on anytime, anywhere.”

Drazin curled up his nose at the huge cockroaches coming out of the figures brain and falling to the floor, he watched as they crawled away into the darkness and disappeared from view.

PAT: “Just like the FWA!”

Drazin laughed and picked up a another saw, pulling the blanket back a bit more and moving it over the figures heart. One could tell he had been through a battle, as his body was bruised in almost every spot imaginable.

DRAZIN: “Yeah pick up the ring apron in that Piss Pot Place and find a whole boat load of trash scurry away back to the dark. They can run their yaps but when the time comes to man up, they fall before the Great God Duke Drazin, just like everyone else.”

Jess The Camerawoman, held the body still and looked away as Drazin started cutting around the figures heart.

DRAZIN: “Much like this poor mook. This miserable excuse for a talent thought he stood a chance at ever topping Drazin. He thought he could follow in Drazin’s footsteps, but just by looking at his boots, one can see that will never occur. This mook couldn’t fill out a baby’s booties. Drazin will admit doornail here had some minor feats. But it was always thanks to another. Doornail never did anything on its own, beside yap Drazin’s ear off and get in the way. It can say Drazin wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for its dead doornail ass, but it would be dead wrong. Drazin beat opponents much more fitting of a God’s beating than doornail ever did. It strayed into APAB territory and had a great time with Koesterman and the like though. Drazin wouldn’t want to rob it of that on its death bed. It could never handle nutcases beyond its stature, which wasn’t very high because for all the talk, the only thing that doornail ever did was lie back and take it.”

Drazin pulled out the heart of the figure and held it in his hand, he looked it over and gave a sigh.

DRAZIN: “Such a big heart, Drazin guesses with the news of such a feat for one so submissive, it must have been oh so thrilling. It’s just a shame doornail will never be able to experience the aftermath. You should have left Drazin alone, for if you couldn’t beat a nutcase. How did you ever expect to beat a God like Drazin?”

Drazin handed the heart to Jess the Camerawoman and she placed it in another plastic bucket. Drazin then bent down to the figures mouth, like it was speaking to Drazin.

DRAZIN: “What’s that? You say you did beat Drazin?”

Drazin stopped and gave an overbearing laugh, before slapping the figure upside the face.

DRAZIN: “Drazin realizes it’s a tad late for you to wake up and smell the roses, but Drazin thought in your death you would at least grow some sort of clarity. Drazin guesses the cockroaches ate away that portion of your brain before you moved on. For Drazin did not care about such a meager match, you could have beat Drazin in a thousand of those and you and Drazin would still be here in this very moment. For you were never able to see the big picture doornail. Once you’re in, you’re in. You should never have turned on your bum buddies because you went and made more enemies then your little ass could handle. When you spend your entire career with someone always having your back and then go out into the big scary world by yourself, burning your bridges, things get messy. Unlike you Drazin made a name for Drazin’s self all by Drazin’s self. Drazin needed no help from anyone, to have some of the greatest matches this Piss Pot Place has ever seen. You on the other hand had a bunch of dumbed down bouts, winning because of your support system. Simply put, you were unable to see the big picture of your actions, you failed to realize the consequences of your miserable choices. Which left you in a pooll of your own blood and no way to protect your accomplishment. Drazin has been in your situation, yet Drazin suffered from a tragic mistake unforeseen. You had the chance to change such events, yet insisted on facing the Great God Duke Drazin and looked what happened.”

Drazin shook his head and then pulled the blanket down to the figure’s waste, he sighed and started randomly popping holes in the figure’s stomach with a drill. Drazin shrugged as a gooey like substance started seeping out of the holes. Jess the Camerawoman had enough and ran out of the room, holding her hand over her mouth, trying to prevent her vomit from coming out.

DRAZIN: “Once again Drazin's thoughts exactly. One would just throw up from looking at doornail and hearing his stupid ass remarks. Drazin guesses now we all know why. Doornail had no guts, just a fools luck thanks to the cronies, which ran out. You made all these people sick from the crud that flowed inside you. No wonder you won a few matches on your own, no one could stand the stench emitting from you and let you win so they could get away. A sad state of affairs indeed. Drazin would feel sorry for you, but it’s not like you were never warned. A brain dead, gutless, big hearted fool before you even passed. Sounds like the butt of joke, which applies quite well because that is all you ever were. Comparing yourself to the greats saying they had nothing on you, when each worked their way to the top on their own, blithering on about childhood memories, dreams and pretty pictures, Kennedy you thought you had it all. It’s too bad….too bad…”

Drazin started laughing uncontrollably as he yanked the blanket off of what he revealed to be Kennedy’s body. He hauled out a magnifying glass and stuck it over his midsection.

DRAZIN: “Drazin thinks Gabby must be mistaken, there doesn’t seem to be much there. Drazin guesses that pink V was a foreshadowing to the truth huh? The fact that you could father anything is a miracle. You can at least rest in pieces knowing that.”

GUNG: “Booo, booo, that was so easy to see coming.”

HO: “Booo I wanted the body of Boudreau booo, that just ruins the whole thing boooo!”

JOE THE CAMERAMAN: “I never saw that coming.”

HAPPY HOOKER: “Doesn’t look like he could make anyone happy, no wonder he overcompensated and his lips were flappy.”

ARTHUR: “A fool's death is no more saddening than any other, pity the fool.”

GUNG and HO: “BOOO We want our money back BOOO.”

Drazin just grinned as he heard the two of them throw popcorn at the glass and covered Kennedy’s supposed body back up.

DRAZIN: “Pity the fool? A wise sentiment indeed. But Drazin finds it hard to pity such a lowly human as he was pure trash and all that happens to trash is it gets thrown out and the rats have a meal. Drazin will be sure and tell your supposed child what a dicklish, big hearted, brainless, gutless dead beat its father was. Maybe then your child will actually make something of themselves and not be a scum sucking bottom feeder like its father. Nutcase Arthur may say pity the fool, but Drazin says despise the fool. Use the fool as an example and despise them, so you won’t become such a mook. Drazin knows that may be hard for you humans to understand, but you will all be the better for it. Look Kennedy, you actually did something worthwhile for once. You are the example you always strived to be, despise the deadbeat, Drazin thinks could be the next hit song. Oh Drazin loves it.”

Drazin’s eyes glowed bright red, as all the lights around the room went out and nothing but his eyes could be seen.

DRAZIN: “Rest in torment you poor pitiful fool.”

Drazin’s glowing eyes ceased and the room was left in utter darkness as the scene fades out.

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Drazin is left standing in the middle of the ring, as EMT’s rush out from the back to check on Kennedy, who can’t be seen on the monitors having been chucked to the outside.

DRAZIN: “The Great God Drazin told you all sport fans, Drazin will never be beat by such a worm. Now he will rest with the maggots in the dirt. Think twice before you challenge Drazin for this ass wiper or otherwise, another mook in this Piss Pot Place has bit the dust. Did Drazin really just say that? I guess this is what they call enjoying the moment. See you all soon sports fans.”

Drazin climbs over the ropes and looks back at what is presumed to be Kennedy getting worked on by the EMTs.

DRAZIN: “Pfft, he never stood a chance.”

Drazin then went back up the ramp as You’re The Best Around continued to play and stood on top the ramp, playing to the fans once more before he disappeared to the back.

THIS HAS BEEN A DUKE DRAZIN PRODUCTION

[Wolf]

"Darnell Porter a man I have fought ever since I stepped foot in this company"

"Thomas princeton a man, who ended my last title reign"

"Devin Golden a man, who achieved everything except beating me"

"Carmine reaper a man, who wants to use me to break the glass ceiling"

"Stu St. Clair my brother the man I have defeated to win the World Heavyweight championship"

it's a small world after all
it's a small world after all
it's a small world after all


MILE HIGH

IT'S NOT A SMALL WORLD. IT'S A PAINFUL UGLY WORLD!

Our scene opens in complete darkness. The sound of trickling water can be heard, but not much else. Suddenly, people murmuring, little whispers become audible. Fingers pointing out can be discerned in the dark. The voices start to tell a story told oh so many times.



Narrator: Little Red Riding Hood entered the little house. She went straight to her grandmother´s room, and in the bed there was the Wolf dressed with her grandmother´s clothes.

Wolf: Come in, my little girl. Rest for a while

Narrator: Little Red Riding Hood sat in a chair, and looked at her grandmother.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, grandmother how large arms you have!

Wolf: They are to hug you better, darling.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, grandmother, how big legs you have!

Wolf: They are to run faster, sweety.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, how big ears you have, grandmother!

Wolf: They are to hear you better, honey.

Little Red Riding Hood: And how big eyes you have!

Wolf: To see you better, Little Red Riding Hood.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, grandmother, and why do you have those big teeth and that big mouth?

Wolf: They are to eat you better! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!


It’s become obvious now that we’re viewing the “Little Red Riding Hood” at Disneyworld, complete with the bad animatronics. There’s the big bad wolf and of course, the brave captain woodcutter looking strong and proud with full regalia on. The faces of the children and the other passengers on the ride light up with amusement and awe at the characters and the whole scene.


Narrator: And the Wolf gobbled up Little Red Riding Hood. Then the wolf fell asleep. Meanwhile a woodsman was passing by the little house, when he saw the door opened. He entered, looked for the old lady, and then he saw the wolf.

Woodsman: Oh! The wolf is sleeping! And he´s so fat! I hope I am on time!

Narrator: Then he took the wolf by the neck and made him spit out the poor Grandmother and Little Red Riding Hood who were still in one piece.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, thank you, good woodsman.

The camera view shifts from onboard the attraction to up somewhere behind the mechanical characters. It displays the ride as the tiny cottage moves forward, disappearing from sight. The song of the woodcutter and happy Red Hood seems to fade out as a low, raspy voice breaks in.


Wolf: So this is what they think… Interesting. I am some Big Bad Wolf that is gonna be put to rest right after hi achieves his goal...

The camera pans over to show the Wolf standing in the shadows, high above the ride, standing behind one of the machines. He almost looks like he belongs there with his the black, tattered-looking shirt, and his rare movements. The man appears almost more machine than the fake wolf does. He shakes his head slowly as another cabin of visitors starts to enter the area, speaking lowly so they can’t hear him.


Wolf: It’s all about perspective, isn’t it? For so many in this company, when they heard that a near seven-foot tall wolf was coming to the FWA, they thought it was a joke. They heard the rumors and laughed it off, they saw me and got even more of a little chuckle. Then they watched as the bodies piled up. They looked on as the wins started to gather. They saw some of the best in the business go up against me and fail. Their perspective started to shift.

He scoffs before continuing.



Wolf: I came here to see who it was that people assumed I was at first, and it’s amazing how far I’ve come since those first days. As I once predicted, the jokes about my name have stopped. The pokes at what I did have ended. I've been here for years, fighting my way up through the ranks. Fight Night, Crossfire, Smash...the name of the show never mattered, only the destruction I could cause there. That's the mentality working behind these eyes. For years, they've called me the Beast, they've called me the Angel of Death, a Madmad and now...now I took it to the next level. Now I begin to march with World Title all the naysayers and the doubters out there, all those corporate boot-lickers who swore that Wolf would NEVER reach the top of the FWA, they're shaking in their boots right now. I was buried alive, but someone opened Pandora's box once more, releasing the wild unknown onto the world in their own ignorance.

The camera pans out slowly to reveal this ghoulish boogeyman that was once only a story told to them by their parents, now living, breathing flesh it reveals Wolf’s shoulders and chest, the World Championship draped over his left side. He taps it twice.


Wolf: It often amuses me to see how far people will go to fulfill their own short-sighted ends. Even at the risk of everything around them. And then, in classic form, of course... once Pandora's box has been opened, they foolishly try to close it back up. G Rich thinks that sticking five men in cage with me will take title away from me? Without pinning or submitting me? Sorry, but it's too late for that now. Now they shall all partake in the folly they have allowed. Winning. Losing. These are all mundane terms used in a vain attempt to classify each other for the sake of elevating oneself over someone else. Tell me, does a person who willingly sacrificed their leg to prevent a disease from spreading to their entire body classify as a winner? If you asked them whether or not they felt like a winner, what would their reply truly be? It is easy to sit back and claim victory over something that neither knows nor cares for your competition, but the true measure is and always shall be the cost for such a hollow victory. Is it still a victory when you're left scarred and disfigured? Are you still a winner when your last days must be spent within the confines of a wheelchair? No, no one ever mulls over these questions, because no one likes to associate the cold reality with the beloved fantasy of what it takes to do what men do. What we were meant to do. Not on the outer layer, not this flimsy excuse for a purpose.

The big man grins to himself as he turns back to the people floating through the attraction. He crosses his arms slowly as the grin doesn’t fade

Wolf: Stand tall, Thomas Princeton, Carmine Reaper, Devin Golden, Darnell Porter, Stu St. Clair those of you who are strong willed and driven to succeed. Your will shall be broken. Shattered in an instant, then used to torment you further until the madness ends. Step forward, your powerful and eager warriorsm ready to prove your worth and ascend to that daunting next level. Your strength will fail you when you need it most. Your eagerness to rise will be replaced by your eagerness to escape. To run and hide and pray to whatever God you wish that it is all some bad dream from which you can awake. Come, those of few words, for your vocabulary will be greatly expanded when you are scratching and clawing and pleading for a way out. There are no illusions here. No delusions of granduer or thoughts of fairy tale endings. There is the vicious fight for survival, for the right to exist. for the right to call yourself "Champion" with pride and dignity, knowing you went to hell and back to claim that prize for yourself. Allow yourself to be defined by this night, knowing that your official welcome to the mountain was marked by the bloodlust of a creature the likes of which you have never seen. A night on which all false promises come to a screeching halt, where all jokes come to an end. Where there is only the one goal every individual here has...and the nightmare you'll have to go through to attain it. Merciless doesn't begin to cover it. Horrifying is too soft of a word. No, to some of you, life itself has proven a difficult challenge to master. A foe you have yet to find a way to defeat. From Devin Golden and his desperate quest for what is right to Darnell Porter and his steady battle with a demon of his own design to Thomas Princetons neverending greed to Carmine Reapers pursuit of the american dream to my brothers desire to be an idol to his son.


The cold, steady stare of the reigning World Champion meets the camera's gaze


Wolf: Devin... This won’t be the first time that the two of us have squared off, and I certainly doubt that it will be the last. We have battled in that ring several times, and it’s always been billed as a bout of strength vs. speed, plodding, methodical destruction vs. fast-paced, unrelenting aerial attacks. I assume that this time will be no different. And this time, Devin, like the others, I’ll simply remind you that no matter how fast you are, no matter how swiftly you fly about, I only have to catch you one time.


The big man holds up a single finger.


Wolf: And in that one moment, when you realize that, like a fly stuck to the flypaper, you’re trapped with absolutely no way out, it’s then that I’ll pick you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left for you to fight with. So when you contemplate exactly how it is that you’ll bring down the Beast, how it is that you’ll make me go down to your skills,I remain painfully aware of your accomplishments, Golden One, all of the belts and wins that you’ve been able to accumulate despite your size and severe disadvantages in that ring. One would be hard pressed to find someone who has worked harder than you have to get to where you’re at in this company. You’re respected, revered, and well-prepared for each time that you step into that ring unlike Darnell Porter. No longer do the masses look over you when they see your name on the card. Gone are the days that someone would assume a victory over Devin Golden simply because of his size compared to theirs. Long death is the underdog Devin Golden.... Make no mistake, I’m not looking past you despite beating you three times one on one. Yes, if I catch you, I’ll end you, that much is for sure. But should you evade me, should you do what you do so often and keep your opponent on his toes, reeling, you could very well find a way to win. I’m not ignorant. I’m not foolish. You’ve done it before. Tomorrow night, you may be THE WOODCUTTER you’ll aim to be the axe to my great redwood tree. It may take you all night, but you could chip away at my base, take me down little by little, and emerge with my belt held high. All that could happen, but it won’t.


He holds up the belt, tilting his head toward it before pointing to the specific portion where his name is engraved: “WOLF”. Glancing back at the camera, he snarls.


Wolf: How does it feel, Porter? That’s my name etched on the belt… my name, my title. So quit with your pandering and realize that I won our illustrious rivalry. Darnell Porter, we have fought ever since we stepped foot into this company. You may not know this, but I hold you in the highest regard. I have all the respect in the world for you, Darnell, I would fight with you to the gates of Hell, through them, up the staircase made of child-rapists, into Satan's throne room, through Satan himself and then all the way back to the surface. I love to fight, the thrill of battle is a thrill that I can't explain. But it's more addictive than a Crystal Meth and Heroin with Mayo on Rye. I'd fight with you a thousand times, Porter and I'd fight against you a thousand more, which is why I am so sad to see, what you have become. You couldn't even beat me right after I went trough Hell in a Cell. Right after I went trough the most brutal match in the history of this company you couldn't do it. Pathetic. You turned pathetic, Darnell. This is me saying Thank You and Good Bye. You had a good run, but it is time to put you out of your misery Old Yeller. I may not have the style, the flash, the quick-talking wit, or the supermodel on my arm, but none of that matters one bit come match time tonight. What does?

Slowly, Wolf looks down at his two hands, balling them into fists and raising them up, looking toward the back as he shouts.


Wolf: THESE!

He pauses, lowering his voice.


Wolf: And then you have a man like Carmine Reaper that the world is so quick to look down on, so quick to point out his flaws, and that most people can only point at and say one of three things: former tag team champion, hard hitter, and perennial disappointment. When is the last time that you heard something different, Grim? When is the last time that the story changed? The world has grown indifferent to you because you seem to have gotten stuck in this… era of mediocrity. But you know that you’re more than this, Reaper. You know that you have it within you to be something greater. You’ve always found yourself one step away from greatness, one step away from forever silencing the critics, from getting the monkey off your back, as they say, and yet always come up short somehow, some way. Would it surprise you if the trend continues? Would it shock you if you were a non-factor in this bout? Of course not. It’s what you’ve come to expect, isn’t it, Carmine? You bring your fiercest fight to the ring and yet it’s always just shy of what your opponent can manage to muster. So do this for me, please: show me something. Show me the potential that I saw in you so many months ago. Give me reason to believe that there’s something left of the man that I deemed worthy to rise up a full division and compete for the World Championship. Give these fans, these fellow wrestlers something new to talk about when the name “Carmine Reaper” comes up in conversation. In your case, it’s not that the public has the wrong perspective, it’s you. You’re holding yourself back, and until you figure out how to break the self-inflicting bonds, you’ll never be anything more.

Wolf shakes his head. It’s obvious that he’s disappointed Carmine has turned out the way that he has, but he still believes that deep down, it’s possible for the man to pull himself out of this funk and become something greater. He nods down toward the next cabin coming through the ride.


Wolf: Thomas Princeton a man whose accomplishments have come by way of his constant tricks and deceptions. And admittedly, those schemes gained him NA title twice. But for all of his intelligence and planning, when you scrape it down to the barest essence of the man, you find that he is little more than a sniveling coward with a tendency to talk bigger than he is. In his reality, he is some kind of diabolical mastermind, whose deadly touch reaches to the farthest edges of the FWA realm. In his own dimension he is better than anyone else... even better than the champion himself. So what interesting little web will you try to weave for me this time? Perhaps try to paint a different picture of this reality you continue to speak of? Or maybe you will come out and claim that you are a man without fear as well. Of course we all would know this to be a lie. Maybe that should become your new moniker... "Prince of my own personal reailty." So what shall it be this time? Because while I cannot deny your constant success, I, as well as these... people... we are not blind. Your success has come at the ends of trickery and misdirection. Lies compounded upon deceit. And all backed by your unending cowardice. A normal man might mistakenly believe you to be nothing more than an insignificant worm, barely worthy of humanly notice, but I see so much more. I see a man who has proven he is willing to do anything to accomplish his goals. A man who will take every shortcut, shave off every angle and utilize each and every underhanded trick in order to gain victory for himself. And that is the beauty in understanding the nature of the beast... you know what it is capable of. (he points) I know what you are capable of, Tom. That keeps me one step ahead of you... somewhere I am accustomed to being. One step ahead of you. Able to see your parlor tricks long before you have had a chance to attempt them. Able to maneuver through your web of trickery before you can even weave it. Ahead of you... waiting for that fortuitous moment when the Angel of Death will put an end to you blithering and remove you from my presence for good.


Wolf looks away from the camera a lighter sparks. The end of a cigarette is lit, the ember illuminates brilliantly

Wolf: But Title aside, enemies be damned... Stu is up there. He brings a fight that very few can bring, he's as tough as nails and twice as sharp. When you don't give him an opening, he will find one. He can get in your head, he can get at your weak spot, he can even create wins from losses. The man is almost unstoppable... almost. Hell, I've stopped him. But I'm just one name on a very short list. Every time I even hear a rumor that I may be fighting my Brother I become absolutely turgid with anticipation. Why? Because I never know what will happen. I never know how it's going to end. And that frightens me. But I'm just like you. It's a natural feeling. Hell, why do most of you pile into theaters to see a slasher flick? Why do you go "Haunted Houses"? Because you love to be scared. Well, so do I. Despite that my feelings towards Stu are still the same. He is a piece of sh*t. There is no toilet bowl big enough to hold the piece of shit that is Stu St. Clair. There is no douche-bag BIG enough to hold the disgusting, vile, fish-and-vinegar-smelling, yeast churned, douche that is the Serpent. THERE ISN'T A PRISON, DUMPSTER, SWAMP, CAVE, CRACK AND/OR METH HEAD AND/OR WH*RE'S PENIS OR VAGINA IN THE F*CKING UNIVERSE THAT HOLDS ANY KIND OF SCUM LIKE THE KIND OF SCUM THAT IS STU... ST.... CLAIR! AND THOSE F*CKING FUNS OF FWA ACTUALLY CHEER HIM! I HATE HIM MORE THAN DARNELL PORTER. I HATE HIM MORE THAN BRUSSEL SPROUTS. I HATE HIM MORE THAN CRABS... I HATE HIM MORE THAN ARN ANDERSON HATES SID VICIOUS.. I HATE HIM MORE THAN HATE HATES ANYONE, THING OR PLACE IN THIS WHOLE F*CKING PLANE OF EXISTENCE...YOUR DESTRUCTION IS MY REASON FOR LIVING! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WITH MYSELF AFTER MILE HIGH! SH*T, PROBABLY THE SAME F*CKING THING BECAUSE FRANKLY, STUART, I CAN'T IMAGINE A WORLD IN WHICH I DON'T LIVE TO KICK THE LIVING SH*T OUT OF YOUR FACE!

He shakes his head for a moment, then takes a drag off his smoke. Wolf exhales and sighs. His eyes dart away from the camera for a moment before slowly coming back. Somehow meaner, angrier, more hate-filled then they have been through this entire video.


WOLF: I WILL RIP, I WILL TEAR, I WILL SMASH! YOU WILL KNOW WHO IT IS YOU'RE STEPPING UP TO! YOU WILL FEEL WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE TRULY BEATEN! EACH OF YOU WILL KNOW TRUE PAIN! I WILL LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AS YOUR SOULS SCREAM TO ME IN AGONY! THE BLACKNESS OF SHOCK WILL CREEP ACROSS YOUR VISION, PASS OUT OR BE CRIPPLED... WHISPERING IN YOUR HEADS! I'M GONNA HIT ALL OF YOU SO F*CKIN' HARD THAT WHEN YOU WAKE UP ON THE FLOOR, YOUR CLOTHES ARE GONNA BE OUT OF STYLE! I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT ALL OF YOU ARE LOOKING OVER YOUR SHOULDER ASKING YOURSELF: "IS WOLF BEHIND ME? IS THIS WHEN HE TAKES ME OUT?" BECAUSE I WANT THAT BELT, I NEED THAT BELT! I DON'T CARE HOW I GET IT, BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE I'M GOING TO GET IT! IT MEANS F*CK DEVIN F*CK PRINCETON F*CK PORTER YOU WNT TO FULFILL YOUR DREAM, CARMINE? GO F*CK YOURSELF. YOU WANT TO GET BACK THE BELT STU? WON'T HAPPEN! WHEN THE WALLS GO UP, IT'S GOING TO BE THE ANGEL OF DEATH STANDING ON A PILE OF BODIES, HIS PRIZE HELD HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD JUST REMMEMBER, WHEN THINGS GO SOUTH DON’T CALL THE DOCTOR, DON’T CALL YOUR MOTHER, CALL THE F*CKING POLICE!


Wolf stops, breathing heavily, visibly agitated. He takes a long drag off his smoke, then exhales heavily from his mouth and nostrils. He reaches off camera, after a moment or two a lighter is lit again and another ember takes the first one's place. Wolf continues in a deep, dark, angry tone...


Wolf: I am the World Champion, and I refuse to let another chance within this death structure slip from my grasp! You five may have everything that it takes to dethrone a champion, but you’ve come across a man that’s not just a champion, not just a monster, not just an icon… but a legend. Don’t think that I’m taking you lightly, and don’t think that I don’t know each of you is coming with the worst intentions for the man that’s been attacking you for the past week, conniving and scheming against you……your purpose here is to make my name greater, not the other way around. You won’t be telling your children and your great grand children of the time that you bested the beast, of when you when toe-to-toe with the Angel of Death in the Mile High and put him down for the count. Your fans and followers won’t recount the story of your great triumph in the steel hell to win World Championship. There will be no tales of how Carmine Reaper finally won the big one, of how Devin Golden’s quick-strike nature helped him achieve greatness, of how Thomas Princeton isn’t just full of shit, of how Darnell Porter’s free-wheeling brought him the greatest gold, or especially of how Stu St. Clair put Wolf out of his misery for good… No. The only story will be the one ……of how the legendary Wolf did away with the five best fighters in the FWA despite great odds and sheer numbers, doing whatever it takes to keep the World Championship on his way to becoming the most infamous figure in wrestling history. Make no mistake, gentlemen, that’s just what I’ll do to shut every last one of you out: whatever it takes.


The camera stays focused on Wolf as he slowly but surely moves backward, as if he’s floating, into the shadows and out of the picture, disappearing into the blackness. The camera pans back down the to ride as one child in particular, wearing a FWA shirt looks up to where the big man stood. He tilts his head and squints his eyes, hoping to see what he thought he saw, but after a moment just shrugs and looks back forward, wondering if he was ever really there...

[Engaged To Ouellet]

The Church of Gabrielle is empty save for the presence of a lone FWA cameraman and the hulking figure of the Jackal of Juno Incarnate. Bright golden sunlight streams in through the stained glass windows depicting images of the Caramel Goddess herself. The floor as always is lined with a purple velvet leading down the aisles though the common flower petals are few are far between without the presence of Gabrielle. JoJI himself has Maori war paint covering his face and much of his chest, with a simple message of victory spurring the New Zealand All Blacks on in the Rugby World Cup Final on his right pec and complimenting the war paint is his traditional Maori warrior attire. In this guise with his ripped physique he is every bit the temptation to women that Gabrielle is to everyone. He places his personal copy of the GaBible by his side on the long wooden pew he currently occupies and gazes upwards with a silent prayer before he speaks.

JoJI: At a time where the world and my place in it has been thrown into turmoil with our Goddess announcing that Chris Kennedy has taken even more than the FWA Championship from her, here I stand as her adoring warrior. A soldier here to fight any battle she sends me into. It is my duty, my honour and my privilege to do so. So it is a great privilege that I am given this opportunity to fight for my own success, to create my own glory for myself. I will always serve our Goddess no matter where this life takes her from here, I only wish that it was under better circumstances. I have prayed that my own personal moment in the spotlight would come as a reward not because she will invariably have to step aside.

This freedom to seek my own triumph is one that I will dedicate to our Goddess. The opportunity to fight for any one of three Championships will be fought in her honour. Gabrielle has beaten all that ever been put before her, she is a legend, an icon a future Hall Of Famer. Mediocrity can be accepted by her chosen disciple. I Kieran Fotuali’I the warrior dubbed as JoJI will go on to be a Champion in her absence. Never letting her name, her legacy be forgotten, that is my duty in this match. If she is to bow out for the blessing that is motherhood then I JoJI will carry on her message.

This is my first step in that, at Mile High I will compete against six other men and I will win and go on to be a Champion. I have the perfect example, the greatest role model to idolize. Under her tutelage it is my divine destiny. William Jayne, Xavier Xander Xerxes, Ashley O’Ryan, Ryan Rondo, Cameron Cross none of them can stop me…and as for Joey Bones I owe you Joey. You turned on Gabrielle because you’re just a common lapdog, you stopped me from assisting her, defending her. I will make you suffer for your sins Joey, if nothing else I will make you suffer and scream for her forgiveness!

JoJI then gets to his feet with his GaBible in his hands and clutched to his chest as he walks over to the altar to pray for to our Goddess for his victory in the Brawl For All.

[Death Approaches]

[color=white]”A Worthy Challenger”

The scene opens up in the arena where Mile High is being hosted, it’s already game time, the Pay Per View has already started, the fans are cheering as they are experiencing the best entertainment out there today, bar none. Nothing can come close to the entertainment or satisfaction that the FWA brings for the fans. But right now, we are in the backstage area, in the locker room of a very respected wrestler, a dual champion right now, Anthony. We are in his locker room, he is sitting on the floor, his legs thrown forward, his back against the wall, he is just looking forward, he is looking at the nothing. His stare is completely lost, he is out of focus, his face shows no emotion at all, no anger, no sadness, no fear, but most importantly… no drive. His hair is all over his face, he has his wrestling gear on, black jeans, black boots and black gloves, a title rests on each side, his TV title on his left side and the tag title on his right side. He just sits there; not even his breathing is heard. A couple of seconds pass before a knock is heard on the door. Anthony raises his head as a voice outside is heard, no one really known, only the backstage staff.

Attendant: You are on in five.

Anthony sighs, he gets up and picks up both titles and heads out to the ring. He just has both titles, just hanging on each hand. He is walking through the backstage area like a zombie, he doesn’t hear anything or anyone, he just walks forward, millions of thoughts are going through his head at the same time that he is walking towards the ring. ”Do it” rings through his head several times “Say it” booms in his thoughts… when he stands in front of the black curtain behind the entrance for the arena, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, all the thoughts stop and a final one echoes “It’s time”. His theme song hits on the PA System and he walks towards the arena, the amount of cheers he gets from the crowd could even make a deaf person hear, a smile passes through Anthony’s lips as he heads towards the ring. When he steps into the ring, he asks for a microphone and the fans quickly stop cheering, they are silent as they respect this wrestler a lot.

.:: Anthony || FWA TV & Tag Champion ::.
”It’s time and time again that I have come out here and said that my opponents aren’t worth my time, it isn’t because I am cocky but rather because I know my limits and I know my opponent’s limits. I know who can make me sweat and who can’t. The past couple of times, when defending my TV title, I had no concerns whatsoever for my future, I knew that they weren’t even on my level, and so I proved time and time again that I was superior than them, I defended my title in more defenses than most champions had in most of the time of their careers. I went out there time and time again and I didn’t disappoint, I didn’t lose. But I am very glad to say that my opponent tonight isn’t like anything I’ve faced before, yup, he is a worthy challenger.”

The fans cheer for this, but Anthony continues to speak quickly.

.:: Anthony || FWA TV & Tag Champion ::.
”Yes, William Jayne is my opponent tonight, he isn’t someone like the ones I’ve defended against before. William is different and I learned that in my last match against him, I learned that I cannot let my guard down otherwise this guy will get me and take me down, I could just simply say that it was a cheap lost and that it was because I wasn’t on my A game that night, but it would be a lie, NO ONE can say that they don’t go out to a match with their A game, you always go out there to win, never to lose. Of course you are ready for any possibility but you are always positive. So I will not say or use that as an excuse. Congratulations William, you are one of the select group of guys who I have not beaten. But that will not last long, you see.”

He walks a couple of steps forward, leaning on the ropes, looking straight at the fans.

.:: Anthony || FWA TV & Tag Champion ::.
”To be a champion, you need to adapt, you need to do whatever you can to not let things get in your head. You need to change your strategy every time your opponent figures it out. You need to be constantly changing out in the ring, and that is what I didn’t do with you last time. I let my guard down and I lost, you took one mistake and made it into a lost; that is the quality of a champion William. But another quality of a champion is not letting things like those affect you, not letting the little things get to you, being ready every time you go out there to knock your opponent down and not only for that, but also to be knocked down and stand back up. That is something I have developed throughout my career and throughout the time that I have held this title William. Something that I have learned is that if someone knocks you down, you just got to come back, but stronger, and that is what I will do this time William.”

He steps back from the ropes and walks around the ring.

.:: Anthony || FWA TV & Tag Champion ::.
”I have to admit William, my error last time was that I came in totally blind. I didn’t know who you were, I didn’t know what you were going to do. I was lazy, that was what killed me. I did something I don’t tend to do in my career. I went blindly and I lost against you and I am not mad. But you know what, I made my own research on you, I followed you, I saw what you could do, I saw what you couldn’t do. I have done what every champion needs to do, study his opponent. I studied you and something really interesting popped up in my head.”

He suddenly stops, a grin appears on his face.

.:: Anthony || FWA TV & Tag Champion ::.
”You are a type of guy that wants to go out, a type of guy that wants to be a rebel. A guy that wants to be different. Now, that is cool and all, but you need to center your head into one single goal. I know it’s funny to hear from a guy that is a dual champion, but I need to tell you this. You need to either center on fighting the authority or winning a title, you need to focus on one of the two. After you get one of the two, you can just go crazy and do whatever you want, but until then, you need to focus on one… You are a star on the rise, and you are greedy… but there is a slim line between greedy and stupid. You remind me of well… me in a way… you are a great wrestler, but until you decide what you want to do, you will get nowhere. This is the voice of experience talking. This match will help you decide what you need to do and where you want to go… William, lets make this a great match and a match for people to remember… I’d wish you good luck William… but not even luck will help you when you are out here with me.”

A grin appears on his face as the fans cheer from the top of his lungs, Anthony hands out his title and the titles as he waits for his opponent out in the ring.

[DramaShark]

The Dawn Of Kennedy


The sun begins to set amidst a orange and purple skyline, the cool October wind rolls through Denver, Colorado on this quiet morning where The Astonishing Chris Kennedy stands on top The Kennedy Inn hotel in downtown Denver. The Denver Kennedy Inn was actually the 2nd Hotel opened by Kennedy's billionaire grandfather Clint Kennedy back in 1942, and today it stands as a testament to the Kennedy legacy as it currently is housing hundreds of out of towners all in Denver to see Mile High 2011. People paying their good hard earned money to see sleep in Kennedy's hotel so they can pay their hard earned money to watch Kennedy wrestle and become The new FWA Champion.

Kennedy stands on the the roof of the hotel looking down on the city in all it's silent morning glory, his barrery powered radio sitting on the ledge before him as he takes a swig of beer from the green Heinekin bottle in his hand. Where most would find it too early for one to be drinking, Chris Kennedy has actually not slept from the night before and therefore it's actually still late, and not early at as far as Kennedy is concerned. He finishes chugging his beer before suddenly launching the glass bottle into the air, throwing it towards the FWA Mile High billboard across from him displaying Duke Drazins face. The glass shatters as it makes contact with the image of the FWA Champion and Chris Kennedy lets out a slight chuckle before heading over to the radio and turning it up louder, the music that blares from the speakers is now more clearly audible.



They wanna hold you back, tell ‘em pee off,
Whenever they say you can’t, take the T off.
I remember when they told me I couldn't be famous,
Now my dream and reality is simultaneous.
Yeah, work your own way to the top,
If they put you on a pedestal they can take you off,
And there's a higher level than the top
You gotta make more, don't do with what you got
Yeah, so get it in go sunny
Not everybody gets a second chance at getting money
Or even getting lucky so you gotta feel
The hunger in your tummy

Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people but not me
I was born a champion

But I was born a champion
But I was born a champion



Chris Kennedy watches over all the people buzzing to and from in their four door Sedans, entire families of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, all happy to be together as they buzz around blissfully. "Ordinary people" Chris says to himself before chuckling. He grabs himself another beer and pops the top off before flicking off the rooftop and taking another swig of his favorite beer. Kennedy pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and places a Marlbor Menthol between his lips and lighting it as the music continues to play behind him. He heads to the radio and changes the station to 87.5 AM, ESPN Radio.

Radio: Welcoming to ESPN's Wrestling Round-up, The Mile High edition. I'm Roger Sterling, thanks for tuning in. A lot of talk has been about Duke Drazin defending his FWA Championships. Duke Drazin has been in several FWA title matches but has only recently actually won one, and ironically enough that was partially due to an interference by Chris Kennedy. The odds are also against Kennedy as it is a known fact that NO man has actually successfully cashed in the Golden Opportunity for an FWA title. If Kennedy does in fact win, he will make history tonight!

Chris Kennedy calmly walks up to the radio and lifts it up before dropping it over the ledge of the rooftop and watching it fall to the ground as it smashed ito pieces only inches away from a father and son talking a morning walk together. Kennedy lets out a sinister laugh before addressing all the people below him, pretending he is addressing an FWA crowd, as if these people could actually hear the raving lunatic who stands atop the hotel like a larger than life god commanding his people from a mountain top.

Chris Kennedy: You know, it was about a year ago that I made my FWA PPV Debut at Mile High 2010. I still remember it like it was
yesterday, as clear as day, the energy I had coursing through my veins, the pure unadulterated adrenaline. I remember where I was but more importantly I remembered who I was. You see, I wasn't the man that all you see now. The Chris Kennedy who came to the FWA, he was unproven, just a naive kid fresh off the bus running off at the mouth because he beat the FWA Champion Rocky Creed after his debut. Thing is, I would come out here and yell "I am the greatest, I'm better than the champion and everyone should kiss my feet" but never did I think that I would have my shot only a year later. Well here I am, one year later, and I am still reminding you ALL that I am still the greatest, I'm still better than the champion and you should all still be kissing my feet. What's changed, you may ask? Well one year ago I told you all that I would beat everyone in the FWA. Now? I've already done it. You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else, that's exactly what I did. I have beaten YL Champions, TV Champions and FWA Champions all while they held their titles. I have beaten Duke Drazin on more than one occasion and I have beaten his boyfriend Anthony more than I can count on both hands. I even cost them both matches against The Great Siege because I just didn't care. And I cost The Great Siege matches against Duke Drazin and Anthony as welll. I guess that makes me a wildcard, the most unpredictable man in the FWA. When you think I am going to zig, I zag. When you think I am finsihed, I'm just getting started. When you think you know who Chris Kennedy is, I shed my skin and reveal another facet. I am the most popular superstar in the FWA, when everyone cuts their little promo's they all mention me, spending a paragraph or two talking crap about me even they they don't have a match with me. My name is on everyones minds and in everyones mouths. They all talk about what I did, what I am doing and what I am going to do.

Now, there has been so much that has transpired recently, between Duke and Gabrielle and myself, so much that it's all become rather convoluted. I win the Golden Opportunity, I betray Gabrielle, Duke Drazin wins the FWA championship at my command, then I antagonize him, then Gabrielle drops a doozey on me, that she is pregnant. A last minute audible of course, Gabrielle is attempting to throw me off of my game to prevent me from winning the title, because she honestly belives in that pea sized brain of hers that the world wants to see Gabrielle VS Drazin Part 37.
And nevermind the fact that just about everyone in the FWA, man or woman, has had a go with the filthy wench, I am expected to believe that I am the only one who went "diving without a wetsuit". For all I know the father of that baby is James Sync or Jermaine Johnson, but I promise you it's not Chris Kennedy's. Gabrielle sure is a clever little flea infested four legged bitch, but she is just a bitch nonetheless. Gabrielle wants you all to forget who I am, and Duke Drazin wants to pretend you people never knew my name, but the fact of the matter is that I am here and I am still the centerpiece of The FWA. Allow me to reintroduce myself:

My name is Christopher Jason Kennedy, Esquire, and I am the greatest man alive. I am the 2010 FWA Rookie Of The Year and the 2011 FWA Golden Oppertunity winner. I am the monster in your closet, I am the demon in your ear sprinkling your brain with generous amounts fear and doubt, I am the god damned Shark from Jaws and I am the most Astonishing human being to ever step foot in an FWA ring. I have already beaten Duke Drazin, TWICE, and the way I see it, the question is no longer "When" will I win the FWA Championship, we all know that the time for that is Mile High. No, the new question is "How" will I win the FWA Championship. Will I hit Duke Drazin with yet ANOTHER Bittersweet Chin Symphony or will I lock him into the Kennedy Curse and make him tap out like a sniveling little snot nosed bitch? Either way, it would take a genuine act of god for Duke Drazin to come out of this one still standing, let alone victorious. Everything I have done in the past year, the sweat I have poured, the blood I have spilled, the bones I have broken...it has all led to this very moment and I am making an honest to god promise on my own mothers grave that I am walking out of Mile High with The FWA Championship. It is everything I am, and to put it quite frankly, it is the ONLY thing I care for. Friends, lovers, family, none of them matter to me. I destroyed Rocky Creed, Bullseye Johnson, and even my estranged lover Gabrielle along with several others just to use their heads as stepping stones to get that title and all that animosity, that ambition and ruthless aggression, a years worth of irrevocable damage, it will all be replicated sevenfold in one match at Mile High. It will truly be my finest moment.

Kennedy paces frantically sporting a devilish grin before taking another drag of his cigarette.

Chris Kennedy:Duke Drazin is at the forefront of my attention, and rightfully so, as he has the one thing I want more than anything: The FWA Championship. But I will get to him in just a moment, first, there are others I need to address one last time before I take my rightful spot as FWA Champion. You know who they are. A handful of jerk offs who run around the FWA longing for control. The legendary "Great Siege". My current relationship with the Great Siege reminds me of a story from my youth. You see, I was 12 years old, I had this snake. An Albino Boa Constrictor. He was the coolest snake you had ever seen and as a kid, I really like snakes. Every week, I would put a live Mouse in his terrarium and he would eat them, slowly. I always watched, smiling, as he ate the little rodents ass first as their eye balls bulged out of their sockets before their insides oozed out of their mouths like toothpaste through a tube. The snake was the king of his domain. Then one day, I bring home this mouse and I throw him right in the tank with the snake, and the snake perks up because he knows it's f******king lunchtime this mouse is a pretty decent size. He slowly slithers on over to the mouse and as he inches his face towards him, The mouse springs forward instead of running away like the others. No, this Mouse sprang forward and scratched the snakes eye out. The snake, he didn't know what the hell to do. He just slithered back to his rock and kinda coiled back behind it. The Mouse wasn't even scared, he just hung out there licking his balls and scratching himself. Day after day, the snake refused to leave his area, and I would put more mice in the tank but they would just hide behind the other mouse. A few months later, I had a tank full of mice, and the snake died of starvation. You see, in this story, The Great Siege is the snake, and I am the mouse. Gabrielle is the head of the snake, and I knew that what I had to to to kill the snake was to cut off his head. With the Great Siege falling apart, I have done my job successfully. My motivation for costing The Siege everything may have been inspired by my own selfish desire to obtain the FWA title, but nonetheless my actions at Red, White and Bruised have returned order the The FWA. It wasn't Duke Drazin, Anthony or Drew Jolson that saved the FWA, it was ME. Each and everyone of you owe me your gratitude and at the very least should declare me your savior. That's all I ask.

The winds of change are in motion, as the season changes, everything that once was begins to decay and wither, making room for everything new. Duke Drazin has held on to his fluke title run for as long as he possibly could, but now is the defining moment in his first ever championship reign, because now the title that I practically gave to him on a plate has to be defended.
Duke Drazin, you will probably be the very first one to speak up when the camera rolls for Mile High, as you always have to make damn sure your voice is heard before anyone elses. You like to talk and what you talk about is very predictable. You will come out here and talk about everyone that you have beat, you will subtly not mention everyone that beat you or how you lose just about every match you are place in, you will make a few jokes about human waste and genitalia, then go in to crack a few more jokes that no one but you will laugh at, then you might slip in a nursery rhyme you or a stupid story while the ratings decline drastically with each word, and then after it's all said and done you will pat yourself on the back on your way out to the ring where you get slaughter almost every time.
However, your little yarns you like to spin are often based in fantasy, you fancie your self a god with magical powers and you have a whole entourage of losers wth goofy names you met at a Dungeons And Dragons convention. Duke, you need to face reality, and the reality is that you are not, nor have you ever been, fit to hold the FWA Championship. I even feel partially responsible for tarnishing the belts prestige as I am the one responsible for your title reign. I mean, if it wasn't for me taking Gabrielle out, you would have failed to capture that belt yet again, and no that is not a theory or a rough guess, that is an honest to god fact and everyone in the locker room down to everyone watching Fight Night from their living room all know the truth, that you are loser, a failed excuse for a competitor that can never win when it matters and only gets by on the hard work that others put in. I handed you the FWA Championship and Anthony carried your sorry ass to a victory, earning you a tag team title. Two belts you one in the same night, both belts given to you by someone else because you can't cut the mustards.

Duke Drazin, your entire existence is a joke, and not a funny one, but more or less a pathetic, dark-comedy kinda deal where it's so sick and twisted that we feel too bad for you to laugh. Your family, they DIED to get away from you because your wife realized the epic mistake she made by relying on you, so rather than have to dreadfully wait for you to come home every night, she would rather burn in hell. I don't blame her. You are nothing more than a simple, small minded nerd who lost his hair at a young age and takes fantasy games too seriously. Your theme song hits the PA system and we all hear "Your the best...around. No ones gonna ever bring you down" but we all know that's a lie. EVERYONE brings you down. And you are the champion? You are the one who is supposed to carry the entire FWA on his back? Please. Everyone who is anyone knows that I am the true face of The FWA, it's my name on the signs and it's my face on the T-Shirts. Duke Drazin has thrown all credibility to the wayside long ago and embrace his delusional nature the moment he brushed off my interference at Red, White and Blue. If a man is defined by his action, then what's that say about me and what's that say about Duke Drazin? If I am the Shark from Jaws, then Duke Drazin is one of those parasitic fish that cling to bellies of the shark, waiting for leftover morsels the shark leaves behind when he feeds, as we all saw at this years Red, White and Bruised.

I made Duke Drazin a champion. I put that belt around his waste, and I am the man who will take it off. There is a long line of guys trying to get what Duke Drazin has, the FWA Championship, but I am the one in front, I am the number one contender and what that means to me is that I am automatically better than everyone in the FWA and since I beat Duke Drazin right before he won the title, I guess that makes me better than The FWA Champ as well.
There is a common known fact, and that is that for all the glory and opportunity the the Golden Opportunity actually affords, no one who has won the Golden Opportunity has actually ever successfully cashed it in. Well that all changes at Mile High 2010. Not only will I become FWA Champion after only a year in this dump, but I will also be the first man to successfully convert this Golden briefcase into the FWA Championship, the most prestigious title in this business. A man who speaks loudly is measured by his actions, my actions are immeasurable. I have studied Duke Drazin, I have faced him several times and can now predict his every move, where I am completely unpredictable as stated before. Day in and day out I am inside the gym, perfecting the masterpiece that is my body, training to be better and that explains why every time you see me, I AM better than the last time you saw me. The new Chris Kennedy would destroy the old Chris Kennedy in a match, and the old Chris Kennedy was still better than Duke Drazin.

Kennedy flicks his cigarette away and finishes his beer before pausing and looking back at Duke Drazins face on the billboard across from him.

Chris Kennedy:So what are you going to do, Duke? What are you going to do when you are laying with your back on the mat, looking up at those big white ceiling lights as thousands and thousands of your fans try their hardest to rally you to you your feet, only for you to let them down yet again? What are you going to do when I beat you and break you so badly that you can't even make it out of the arena without the help of several EMT's loading you into the back of an ambulance, The paramedics carrying away a false god in his orange and white chariot, driving you to the hospital which will hopefully be your last stop on your road to hell. Then what do you do, Duke, when the memory of your FWA title reign is either forgotten, or lampooned so badly that it falls in line with the likes of Faheem Fates and Fred Ex's as the worst title reigns in this history of this business? I'll tell you what you will do Duke: You being the parasitic insect that you are, you will shrug your shoulders, pretend it never happened and then go on to challenge me for MY championship every month, losing each and every time. That's what we call insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results

I'm no mathematician, but you had what, 10, 12 shots for the FWA title? And you only won it on what was to be your final chance, only winning because I interfered and literally covered an unconscious Gabrielle with your lifeless body, allowing you a cheap and easy victory. By those numbers, I would say that my chances of walking out of this one the winner are slightly higher than yours, bud. But hey, don't worry, as I said earlier you will probably be given 900 other shots at the belt that you can just piss away. Revel in your failure, Duke. Know your strengths and accept your weaknesses. A man should look for what is, and not for what he thinks should be.

It astounds me how much you and my ex-lover Gabrielle actually have in common. You both have this false swagger, an artificial charisma you both use to convey strength and to hide the fact that you are both completely scared and vulnerable. Like Gabrielle, you claim that your sucess was self-made, when in actuality you both have relied on other people to carry your asses your entire life.Gabrielle has been a part of almost every stable to come through the FWA, banging her way through all of them. She may be a community bicycle, but Duke, your just an ingrate, and that's a whole hell of a lot worse.You still refer to Anthony as a tag along yet he is the one who is responsible for your tag team title. You call me even worse names and I am the man who made you who you are today. And when I say that, I don't mean the bald, ugly, slack jawed loser piss ant who gives stupid names to all of his imaginary friends, I mean that I made you into the FWA Champion and I have yet to get a thank you from you.
So you can take your shiny old chrome dome, take your $3.00 flea market contact lenses, your goatee that came right out the year 1995, your happy hookers and your Joe The Cameramen, and bring them ALL down to my ring while I show the entire world how it's done, at your expense, all the while becoming the FWA Champion!

[Dr Nash]

Cameras are rolling as the skies are grey with rain down pouring down upon the damp ground. The ground has traces of white snow upon the ground. There is a definitive chill in the air. The camera crew slowly begins to move to find shelter from the rain along with finding warmth from the cold. The building surrounding the area has caution tape wrap around as ht building has been condemned. Destruction of those buildings are looming. The camera crew continues walking as the pass one ally way. The ally way has a dumpster as sound of rats is heard down it. Along with a homeless man sleeping underneath a news paper from last week. The camera crew continues walking down and passes a second ally way. The ally way has police tape in front the ally way. The sound of police sirens are heard. Two cops are interviewing witnesses and trying to piece together with just happened. The camera crew sees a body bag getting zipped up as we see an outline of yellow spray paint where the victim was. The witness that majority homeless are clearly shaken up not just from what happen but being in the presence of the police. Fear and paranoia the police are out to get them. The camera crew continues walking as they pass a third ally way. They see homeless people surrounding a fire inside a metal garbage can trying to stay warm. The camera crew continues walking as they pass a forth ally way. They see a man wearing black leather jacket with blue white washed jeans standing there. His long brown hair is soaked. He has the ally way all to himself. He is facing the end of ally way facing a brick wall show there is a dead end. We see his breath in the air as he begins to speak in all too familiar tone of voice. The sound of police sirens are still heard.


‘When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark.
Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's watching you.
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind.
When I'm walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone’


• The man turns around as his black leather coat flaps from the turn. The black leather jacket is undone as black shirt is in underneath it. His jeans have several rips on them. He has a thick black beard. He has stitches in his head. His cold white eye and light blue eye stare at the camera. They give small insight to the man’s soul. It is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He slowly exhales as his breath is seen. Slowly he begins to talk.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: The cold changes everyone. The norms no longer matter. Morals, responsibility and [*Stu pauses*] love cease to exist. The cold enables bitterness and forces what was never there to rise to the surface. Revealing the greed, temptation, hate and evilness that has been frozen there; never thought to exist let alone posses pour out like a tide of darkness. Never slowing down; with each wave passing over them over and over engraining the evils that been frozen into them changing them completely. I have looked hard and long into my soul. I re-watched the footage from the anniversary show. [*Stu closes his eyes*] I keep replaying the footage from the anniversary show in my head over and over again. Watching what I am doing. Seeing the dark passenger in control. [*Stu slowly opens his eyes*] The dark passenger was satisfied. However the way I did it… was like what I did when I was a monster. I felt no guilt which was the same feeling I had when I did those terrible acts those people from Shawn Cortez to Moira Crawford to Nemesis to Darnell Porter to Bapomet to my only friend Ashley O’Ryan to my own flesh and blood ‘The Angel of Death’ Wolf. Perhaps guilt didn’t bother me when I stapled Alexx with the staple gun hearing his cries of pain. His face, his looks all gone. They were there today gone later today if you would. Alexx deserved what he got. However on the same hand I felt what I did to those people….they all deserved it. Is there a conscience within me or has it become a faded voice?


• Stu looks above him as the sound of police sirens are still heard. The rain has not given up as it continues to pour down. The sound of a few cars driving is heard with them driving through puddles is heard as well.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: That faded voice spoke and I listened as it told me what I have done in creating one monster being my brother. It warned about creating another monster that is my own flesh and blood. What never mattered to me before now matters. My actions cannot be tolerated or forgiven. However the fans feel I am sincere with what I say. They may say I am forgiven but I will never be forgiven. I will be the first to say that. It felt good and alright. Yet I wonder I choose the staple gun over the steel chain. I have done damage with that steel chain in the last year but choosing a staple gun is something I don’t understood. My dark passenger was drawn to it. Perhaps the steel chain wasn’t fitting enough to disfigure and destroy Alexx’s face. The staple gun was. They say I have a change of heart but I don’t. I have a conscience now and a new direction. Perhaps calls for a new ‘technique’ if you would. My dark passenger was in control but I didn’t go too far. Alexx saw the damage done to his face and was horrified. Like his worst fears and nightmare were answered by yours truly. His face will be scared forever despite all the victim E cream or all the cosmetic and plastic surgery he does to restore his once fabulous looks. [*Stu smirks*] Wrestling a monster it didn’t say anything about his face being protected in the match. I did the deed and I would gladly do it again. Also I am glad I get another chance to put down a monster I created in my own flesh and blood… [*Stu pauses*] Wolf. The FWA World Heavyweight Title is at stake along with four others gunning for the belt. It’s a chance and all I need is a shot regardless of the circumstances to put my brother down for good. They don’t have to worry about pinning or trying to get my brother to submit to become World Heavyweight Champion. All they need to worry about is climbing to the top and capturing the belt in the famous Mile High match. This leaves Wolf all to myself. It is a wrong that is needed to be fixed now to set the world right. The world can always be set right. I was thrown off the top of ceiling of The Hell in Cell landing through an announce table. They fought I was done and the referee was about to throw up the X saying I was seriously injured. However I stood back up by myself. It’s going to take more than that to stop me. I have fallen harder than any fall from a ladder or falling off while holding the wire in the Mile High match. I will just sit back up until what I want is taken care of. I want to put down the monster I created and bring forth the brother that is inside the monster somewhere.


• Stu pauses as stares at the grey sky with rain still down pouring. The sound of police siren is still heard. Another car driving through a puddle is heard as the water splashes.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: He is still in there and needs to be set free. I would be lying if I didn’t want to become FWA World Heavyweight Champion for a fifth time. It could be said I am the standard set for that belt that was created over three years ago. It was said that belt was defined by the standards set by who wore it. All the blood sweet and tears that were given through the years by former champions in conquest to winning that title. I have held that belt more times than any other competitor in FWA. I know what that belt means. Also what people will do to get their hands around the FWA World Heavyweight title. I corrupted Moira Crawford to get the belt from Cortez while hurting his marriage. I unleashed a cobra on Nemesis sticking its’ fangs inside his arm. Princeton kidnapped Carmine’s girlfriend to garner an advantage to get a shot at the North America Title. It’s no stretch of the imagination that he could do something similar to get what he wants. Princeton found out two weeks ago I am very much the same. I haven’t grown weaker as nothing is hindering anymore. Princeton is crafty like a fox. He is very calculated and he is someone not afraid of heights. Nearly three ago I chased him to the top of the chamber in the elimination chamber. He caught with a low blow that would leave any man stunned. He then kicked in the gut and I fell from the top of the chamber onto the steel platform. I received a concussion but I still stood up. Princeton can recall transactions quicker than Goldman Sacs can admit mistakes. He knows perfectly well he has a receipt from me coming his way. There is nothing more that I would rather do than even an old score. He does deserve to be beaten badly beyond recognition. I am not the only who has a receipt to give to Mr Princeton if you would. Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper he may have gotten Katie back but Princeton seems to have gotten off the hook. As Princeton was the cause and start of all Carmine’s problems. Carmine would want nothing more than get unneeded anger off his chest upon one suit wearing scoundrel. Princeton is best to have his medical insurance in order because I have a feeling he is going to need it now than ever.


• Stu looks past the camera crew to the cars and people passing the ally way as he pauses. The rain continues to down pour as the police siren is still heard.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Carmine seems to have pieced his life and his career back together. The thing is he has changed. He isn’t the same person he once was. He has become bitter and is no longer the man looking to be the best wrestler in the world. He isn’t tainted but rather kept together. He showed me he changed when he beat me using the ropes. He has grown a set. He isn’t afraid to bend the rules to get what he wants but also at the same time has Katie helped him find resolve. Carmine has been North American Champion and always wanted to be FWA World Heavyweight Champion. He wants to be World Heavyweight Champion more than anything else. In order for Carmine to justify his entire career to his point now is winning the title. He has Katie back and looks like his luck is changing. However I don’t believe in luck. It’s all about confidence in one’s ability. You can rest assured I am very confident. The precision I showed when I disfigured Alexx’s is proof enough I have everything together. I don’t have over confidence just because I been at the top of mountain holding the FWA World Heavyweight title. I except him to bring his top game. This may not be a one on one match for the FWA World Heavyweight title but a chance nonetheless. He stood in that very ring and stood toe to toe and didn’t give up when he faced off against my brother ‘The Angel of Death’ Wolf. He showed fire and desire that he wants to overcome Wolf. He may have come up short but he showed us especially Wolf he is hungry to win his first ever FWA World Heavyweight title. He damn sure made Katie proud of his actions. His former comrade in Sons of Liberty Nemesis without question would be proud. [*Stu pauses and closes his eyes for a moment and opens them*] Hopefully Micah is proud of his father despite of me letting go to save from becoming a monster from my influence.


• Stu stares at the grey sky as rain starts coming down heavier. The sound of police sirens are still heard. Stu then turns his attention back to the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Hopefully Devin Golden won’t be under the influence this time at Mile High by Ashley O’Ryan who was out of his damn mind. Devin damned himself badly. He turned his back on all those fans who cheered him because he didn’t want to be an underdog no more. Then did the act of burning the FWA World Heavyweight title on national television. Is your head screwed on straight Golden? We has a battle on your turf in Taipei Death match which we both have scars from. Some say you got lucky but I say you seized the opportunity presented to you. Shortly you took a fall and wagered yourself to The Great Siege in a match. You didn’t win so you became a part of something you once hated. You embraced what you hated and made it apart of yourself. I’ll give credit where credit is due. You haven’t used The Great Siege to take over Crossfire like The Great Siege did to Fight Night. You have restraint that speaks volume about where your head is. I am a fair good judge of someone’s character but something doesn’t sit right. Perhaps it’s my dark passenger thinking that or my competitive sprite talking. You have fallen multiple times but always bounced back when you were X Division Champion. You crashes and burned. At Trial by Fire you knocked off the ladder time after time but still came back for more. I know the old Devin Golden is in there not this rotten golden one. I just want the Devin Golden I remember from three years ago giving his all every time he got in the ring in his match. I want him at his best and prove to me he still has some worth in him still.


• Stu looks down at his feet and notices the puddles in the ally way caused by the heavy down pour of rain. The sound of the police sirens are still heard. Stu slowly focuses back on the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: When I look at worth I look at ‘Prime Time’ Darnell Porter. He took time off to find himself and regroup. There was always a buzz that Porter seemed at home on Crossfire. He came back looking in great physical shape. He didn’t miss a beat and showed he been trying to be the best wrestler. The fire was there at very the moment he locked up with Wolf in his return match. He may have not beaten Wolf but lost via count out. He had Wolf on edge and then week after. Porter gets right in the face of Wolf and starts bringing the fight to him. Porter has shown he has his old rival’s number and all it takes one split second and Wolf would be beaten. Porter and I are no strangers in the ring. He worked hard and won a match to beat me for the FWA World Heavyweight title. He may have no got the Prime Time Experience applied to me but caught will an inside cradle. Everyone claims I can pull a win out of a loss well the credit should go to Porter. Porter is one of best pure wrestler’s I have been in the ring with. He can pull a move out of anywhere like that inside cradle or bringing Wolf down with a scissored arm bar submission. He is one of the stronger competitors in this match he has been FWA World Heavyweight Champion. He came close to beating the former FWA World Champion the late ‘The Idol’ Matt Boudreau. After our rematch at Back in Business where I won the FWA World Heavyweight Title back he came back stronger. He had me and other opponent in the three way dance on our knees with The Prime Time Experience. He has desire and pride to be at the top. I did take him to the top only to crush his dream, He fell but he is still standing. I am watching him awaiting the next time tie up.


• Stu stops talking and puts his hands out in front of him. He stares long and hard at his hands as the heavy rain continues down pouring from the grey skies. The sound of the police siren is still heard.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I am still watching my brother Wolf. I failed to put him away in a Buried Alive match but somehow he survived the burial. He also survived the Hell in a Cell match with me and I failed again to put him down for good. People told me had he not fallen on you would have won. It’s not about retaining the FWA World Heavyweight against my Brother. It was more of the lines of trying to END HIM. I turned him into a monster because of my actions. I can’t make it up to him but god damn I can’t bring him back. [*Stu pauses for a moment*] I can set him free and let go completely is the only way I can save the memory of my brother. His attention is distracted he wants to hang on to The FWA World Heavyweight title in the Mile High match. I would be lying if I didn’t want to be World Heavyweight Champion again. However his attention is distracted so I have more of an opportunity to end him. The old saying about having eyes on the back of your head will hold true at Mile High. You have tasted the spoils of your quest to become World Heavyweight Champion but are you ready to taste the after taste if you would. You five people gunning for your belt. You have yours truly GUNNING TO PUT YOU DOWN. You will be left two options which are quite important. Your World Heavyweight title or your livelihood; which one is it going to be? You know you can’t have both. You can only pick one. Your choice will really tell me if my brother still exists inside that monster that I have fought.


• Stu closes his eyes as the heavy rain pours down from the grey skies as the police sirens are still heard. Stu eyes are still closes as he pauses for little more than a minute. Stu slowly opens his eyes.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I can’t make up for what I have done. My dark passenger is under control. The monster in me is gone only leaving my dark passenger in control. Nothing is hindering from guilt. If my no disqualification with Alexx at FWA Six Year Anniversary show shows anything I am just as sharp as I was then as I am now. I have fallen time after time and by god I am still standing. I am no underdog. I am who I am and who I always will be an intelligent,…sadistic…kil ler. These five men want to be the World Heavyweight champion in a Mile High match. Yes I want the FWA World Heavyweight title. [*Stu smirks as he pauses several seconds as the camera zooms in*] I want to throw my brother off the Mile High structure putting the monster down FOR GOOD! Best of luck…better bring lots.

• Stu spreads his arms to the side. A crow comes flying down in front of Stu and starts cawing. The final shot at camera crew finishes shooting is water pouring down the sadistic and serious face of Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair.

End of Scene.

[Minstrel of Chaos]

A TV sitting in the center of a dusty room flickers to life, revealing Michael Servin sitting calmly in a steel folding chair. His expression is somber as he looks out the screen into the empty room. His usual attire for entertaining the masses of the FWA fans with the only exception being his crimson sunglasses. His body is outlined by the white background, giving him an almost innocent aura.

Servin- There are a thousand excuses I could make as to the reason for this video. I sat up at night wondering exactly what I would say when the day came that I would have to make this statement. I had hoped I never would, and that I could overcome that which has consumed me for nearly 3 decades. I had believed that I could atone for my sins, but that was obviously me lying to myself. So it has come to this. For those of you witnessing this video, I am would like to state my apologies. Especially to you, Gabrielle Ignito.

Servin lowers his head, a sniff is heard as he raises his hand to wipe away at his face. He looks up with his eyes watery.

Servin- This is my last will and testament.

He quickly rubs his eyes before continuing, his voice cracking slightly.

Servin- I suppose many of you would like to know why I feel this is necessary, but to be honest I am not even sure myself. I suppose it is the compounding of every moment from my birth to this very moment that has brought me to the edge. You see, my birth was the reason my mother died. Many people say they can't remember the moment of their birth, but I can and it was both the saddest moment of my life and the happiest. My mother died smiling with me in her arms. I would think that she would be proud of the work I did to make others happy. I do not doubt that she is disappointed in me at this moment, but she would love me regardless of it.

Servin pauses for a moment to gather his emotions. His voice seems to gain strength through the next set of words though.

Servin- I say that it was the saddest day because it was that day that my father would blame me for, even on his deathbed. He would abuse me, neglect me, and would tell me that I was a mistake he should have never made. I have had beer bottles cracked over my head, I have had my hand placed on a lit stove, and I have faced horrors as a child that would make Stu St. Clair flinch. I bore it because I always believed that it was my fault. I bore the pain because he couldn't, until one day he decided that it wasn't enough anymore. I became too much for him to bear, so he decided to end it. My father attacked me with a knife, but I somehow managed to turn the tables and he stabbed himself. I watched my father bleed out on the floor of our house at the age of 6. It was from that moment I was scarred and understood I was monster. I lived that life, until I met her. She was my guardian angel before there was Gabrielle. She was and is to me then what Gabrielle is to me.

He looks up for a moment to allow him a second to collect his emotions. As he looks back down to the screen, his brown eyes are filled with expressions of love and adoration.

Servin- Hope. Hope that a monster could be forgiven for his sins. Hope that I could possibly have a normal life. To have someone who could see past even my worst moments, and be something that I had never had. A patch of dry land in the tempest that is my life. Laura was my first love, my sister, my rock. Hell, she was my whole universe. Yet as is always with my life, she was brutally taken from me. It wasn't as though I truly had a choice in the matter. She had terminal cancer, and she was slowly dying. I watched her waste away before my eyes, but she shared her strength with me even though it was bleeding from her slowly. She was the one who asked me to be a better man, when all I knew and saw was darkness in the world. Her last words to me were to forgive myself. I tried, I truly did, but I have found today that I am incapable of doing it. Not without destroying myself. So that is why I have enlisted the help of Charon. Before I walk out to face my demons in the FWA, I wanted this video given to Gabrielle.

Michael lowers his head, wiping his eyes once more.

Servin- Gabrielle, you were to me to this day, a woman who gave me hope. A woman who loved everyone around her. A woman who could laugh in the face of adversity, even though on the inside you were being torn apart by the pain. I have seen what Jack has done. I have seen what Stu would do. I have seen so much and yet you would be willing even still to forgive them. It takes a stronger person than you believe to do that without cost. You've only asked that others shine as brightly as yourself, and I hope that light never goes out in you. I know that you try to take revenge upon Charon for what I asked him to do, but I ask that you don't. He is only doing something I find I lack the strength to do myself. You have always been a guardian angel, Gabrielle, so don't become an avenging angel on my behalf. A monster passes from that moment, by the hands of another monster. Please let it end there. Know that I love you Gabrielle, more than you could possibly know. This may be goodbye, but remember that a Phoenix never dies in the hearts of those who loved him...

With tears in his eyes, a hand reaches out and switches off the screen. As the screen fades away, the vision swirls before them, seemingly collapsing into a single point in the center of the screen. As the screen comes to black, the voice of Charon echoes over the inky blackness.

Charon: There are people who fear death more than anything. They constantly struggle each day with their mortality. Michael and I are not the same as them. You see, we both have no fear of death because in the end death is what we've waited for after a certain moment in our lives. Did you ever question why Michael smiled the moment he died? Did you ever wonder what made him go out against those men that night? You talk about his death like it was a horrible. It was a viking's funeral. A warrior's death by rite. And you want to punish me for that suffering? Go ahead. I've been waiting to die for so long that I almost believe I am immortal. Everyone around me passes away. I am unable to love someone because they leave my life in the most brutal of manners. I wonder though if I bring it upon myself. Whether this mask of mine truly does hide me, or whether it only allows me a temporary escape. You want my mask? I will give it to you gladly. You want my identity? By the end of this match you will know it. You want my life for Michael's? You are welcome to take it. You are welcome to have anything I have, but there is one thing I can never give you. It is something only The Phoenix could. You hold that man in such high regard, but I wonder how well you will hold him after tonight.

Charon's mask slowly comes to center on the screen, his voice a saddened tone of regret.

Charon: I told you Gabrielle, the Phoenix died that night because he chose to. You've called him your knight, and to be honest, he was everyone's. He saved so many people, but I ask you one thing Gabrielle, before I resurrect Michael. Isn't the world a happier place without him? Hasn't Stu St. Clair become a better man since Phoenix's death? Hasn't Jack become better to you now that he no longer needs to compete with some other man for your affections? Ashley O'Ryan no longer an alcoholic? The world is better for the loss of one hero, Gabrielle, but you can't accept that. I understand though. You want revenge for the loss of Michael Servin because he was the one man who wasn't after you for your looks. He wasn't after you for your sexual favors. He was never swayed by the charms you placed up to wall off your heart. He was there because he knew who you truly were. He was one of the only people who never wanted something from the 'Goddess Gabrielle'. The only thing he ever wanted, was to make you happy. Not the laughing happy. Not the momentary happiness. The kind of happiness that comes from having suffered for such a long time, and finally knowing that you were able to be home. Michael was your guardian angel, and I took him from you. I took him from everyone, but the sad part is that he wanted to go. Did you know that no one came to help him? Did you know that the last words he spoke that night were for you to forgive him, Gabrielle? Tonight, I expect you to give me no quarter, I expect you to give me no mercy. Just remember that when my mask comes off, Mrs. Ignito. You can't take back what you do in that ring, and neither can I. I stacked the odds against me for more reasons than simply making myself appear as the man once held in such high esteem by so many including yourself. I did because I want there to be no doubt in your mind the events that happened tonight were nothing less than a miracle.

With that the scene whites out, before fading to black.

[JJ Smooth]

Somehow I found
A way to get lost in you
Let me inside
Let me get close to you
Change your mind
I'll get lost
If you want me to
Somehow I found
A way to get lost in you

The scene opens as we all see sitting alone in his locker room, after Gabrielle left, Cameron Cross is left with nothing but his thoughts.

CC- “She said it’s only business and I have nothing to be worried about. Yet, why do I feel this uneasy? Is it because I know what’s coming before others do?!?? Is it because she’s carrying the unborn child of a selfish egotistical farce?!? It’s all just…unsettling. But only Gabs can calm me with that warm smile and gentle touch. So I must stay strong and support her and be there for however she needs me.

The scene briefly fades and resumes later in the week during Cameron’s brief time off from his preparation for his title match against Alexx. In the background you see the Rocky Mountains, but Cameron is seen sitting at the steps of the Pepsi Center in downtown Denver. Cameron is wearing a Joe Sakic Colorado Avalanche jersey with blue jeans and a cap resting on top of his head.

CC-“It’s been quite a year for us both hasn’t it Alexx? Before talking about tonight, why don’t we look back at the last time you and I faced off one-on-one, it was…agast, it was at Mile High. And well would you look at that, it was with you defending a title. The more things change, the more they stay the same I guess. Or maybe it’s not the same. Maybe, just maybe Alexx, I’m better than you’re ever willing to let on. Maybe that’s why I chose to send that steel cage door crashing into your face. Or, maybe, you just might turn the tables on ‘history’ tonight, and beat me and retain your title.”

Cross looks up at the camera

CC-“But you should’ve learned by now Alexx…I don’t deal in ‘maybes’. I only care about facts. So let’s talk fact instead of fiction. It’s a fact that no matter what you may claim, whether it was you being bigger than the belt itself, or distractions, or just being lackadaisical, fact remains Alexx that I did what you said I couldn’t do. I beat you, at Mile High, in a Rage in a Cage Match, for the X-Division Title. You claim you didn’t care about it, but have you actually gone back and watched the match at all Alexx? That effort and everything you did, speaks much louder than any words coming out of your mouth which is in its own way, a remarkable achievement to say the least. Here’s another fact Alexx, I left the door wide open for you to either get your rematch or even just to get revenge in a Singles Match. Yet, you wanted no part of it, you took a subtle shot at me from a distance, and I didn’t respond because it wasn’t time to. Now, it’s time to respond. Alexx, you said I didn’t have what it took to be a Champion. Yet there I stood; A Champion. You said I couldn’t capture the audience, yet my t-shirt caught fire, and I’ve been a big deal ever since. The fans gravitate towards me because I genuinely care about putting on a performance for them each and every time I walk out onto that stage. And yet, you’ve still tried to look from afar and take shots, whether it’s purposely contorting the C’s that are my initials, or always maintain that look that I’m somehow way beneath you. Well, here’s the fact that will disturb you the most Alexx, but it’s the damn TRUTH: I am EVERY BIT your EQUAL. And I have beat you and CAN do it again.”

Cross getting that familiar ‘fire in his eyes’ look peers deep into the camera lens as it zooms in

CC-“I’ve done everything asked of me, like I’ve said in the past, I’ve been a good troop for CrossFire. I’ve faced World Champions, soon-to-be Hall-of-Famers, and I just knew I had to put in my time. Now Alexx, my focus is squarely back on you. You and I are almost destined to be locked in this endless struggle for most of our careers. The proverbial ‘good vs. evil’ ‘talent vs. heart’ ‘will vs. skill’ you name it, it suits us. And yet, I had to get your attention again. So that’s why I did what I did, slamming that door in your face, costing you the shot at the Mile High Match, just to ensure that I had my shot at you at Mile High again. Well, I was a little selfish, but…I also had good intentions too, I helped Carmine, a man twisted in agony at every turn thanks to you, I helped that man, get his love back, his Katie. I too am twisting right now, for I have affections for Gabrielle that is reserved for so few. And much like Carmine, I will do anything for her, anything to keep her happy. And she knows that. But you see Alexx, I do things for others, what have YOU EVER done for others but cause them headaches, and grief? You slapped G-Rich a few weeks back, and how did that go for you? It got you thrown to the wolves…or should I say, served to a Snake on a platter? And Stu is now the second person to do a number on your self-proclaimed cherished face. Maybe I should take a lesson from Stu or Charon and finish you off and shatter your face into pieces like that glass that sliced thru your skin. But see Alexx, I’m the kind of guy that leaves someone their dignity, something I highly doubt you would do. But that’s what separates us as people. And karma is coming around to serve you a cold dish of reality Alexx. Talent may slap someone across the face, but it can’t pin heart 1-2-3.”

Cameron starts walking towards the Pepsi Center as there are others who are beginning to gather and walk towards the Arena wearing similar styled hockey jerseys.

CC- “You have two choices Alexx, you can see this rivalry for what it really is, and embrace it. Or, you can continue to do what you normally do and ignore it. But know this Alexx, you can only ignore me for so long, because before you know it, you’ll be standing out in the center of that ring and you’ll hear the fans chanting, you’ll see signs, t-shirts, all with something to do with me on them, and then ‘Holy Diver’ will hit, and you’ll hear that explosion, that chill in your spine, adrenaline rush-like noise from the crowd, and you won’t be able to ignore THAT. And you can’t rewrite history either Alexx, you don’t own a DeLorean and you don’t have 1.21 jiggawatts to power a flux capacitor to go back to do so. Tonight, Alexx history will have a strange way of repeating itself. Because tonight, much like a year ago, I’m walking into Mile High, the underdog, trying to continue to claw my way up to the ultimate goal, and I’m walking in to face you, a cocky defiant repulsive Champion. And much like I walked out the X-Division Champion a year ago, I’m walking out of Denver, Colorado and walking out of Mile High 2011, the North American Champion. Mile High 2011, is the night that everyone takes notice of Cameron Cross. And this match will be the focal point of that notice. That for the time being is speculation, but I surely intend on making it FACT tonight. But knowing you like I do, it's likely that you'll do your best after the match, to belittle that fact, and just like last year, it won't work, and it won't matter what the hell you say. You've had this coming Alexx, time to reap what you've sewn.”

Cross continues his approach to the Arena to take in the afternoon game between the Avalanche and Winnipeg Jets as the camera pans back out to the view of the Rocky Mountains as a slight “Let’s Go Avs” chant picks up, followed by music to end the scene from the Foo Fighters…

Your bridges are burning down
They're all coming down
It's all coming round
You're burning them down
It's all coming round
They're all coming down
Your bridges are burning now

End Scene

[Venomous Dragon]

The arena is completely dark. Not a spec of light can be seen. Silent as graveyard nothing can be heard until a slight tap of the microphone.

Juan:My spotlight now!

Without hesitation a spotlight is lit on Juan Lopez who sits on a chair in the middle of the ring. It is a little over two hours before Mile High is set to start. The arena is completely empty except for Juan and the camera man filming him.

Juan: Many of you might be wondering why I decided to do this without the live audience.Well quite frankly I've grown quite tired of their peasant chants interrupting the things that need to be said. I grow tired of the boos they shower me with when I rightfully insult the skills of one of their favorites. Which in reality they only cheer for because these men are ordinary just like they are. They live vicariously through them because they know that they will never achieve anything of note in their pedestrian lives. So when I slap around their heroes be it physically or verbally it's also a cold slap of reality for them. It's why they hate me and that's the type of hatred I feed off.But tonight I don't want to be in their presence before I have too. I don't want the taint of their failures anywhere near me until I finally crush their heroes and by extension their fantasies.

Juan stands up from the chair aggressively kicking out of the ring.

Juan:Tonight I have two opponents for as we know the FWA looks to trip me every step I take. We'll start with the one who doesn't even belong in this match Razor the Curtain Jerker. Now here's someone just like the pathetic fans who lives in his own little fantasy world because that is the only place he'll ever be a Main eventer. First off he already had his chance at the title when he faced Tripper when the title was first vacanted a right that honestly should have been mine. So he has no business being in my match. Also he hasn't exactly been on fire lately. At the anniversary show he was flat out dominated by Eyesnsane a man I went toe to toe with on several occasions. In fact we had the greatest Young Lions championship rivalry of all time. But you could hardly keep up with him Razor, So what makes you think you can handle me?If it weren't for the fact this is a triple threat and I have to keep my eyes open at all times, I would have so much fun toying with you Razor.Maybe another time. Tonight you realize you've set your expectations too high.

Juan's eyes fill with disgust as he begins to discuss his second opponent.

Juan:And then there's "The Joker" Tommy Tripper. I've never seen a more accurate name. I mean here's a guy who got his salad tossed on national Television.While I'm sure Reynolds loved it that is not befitting of a champion. You certainly are a joke of an athlete and if you continue being X division champion you'll make the championship a joke too. But I won't let that happen because I'm the rightful heir to that title. I'll laid you out already. You know I can strike at any moment with my potent venom. You've seen me beat a former REAL X division champion XXX. You saw me defeat the so called "Amazing" Ryan Rondo the man you NEVER beat for the title. There is no doubt in anybody's mind that I am the true X division champion and this match is a mere formality. Tonight I don't care whose shoulders I pin on the mat. Both of you will feel the power of my DDT as so many others have. Tonight I won't be denied. Tonight is the beginning of my legacy on Crossfire. The makings of a true monster.

With that Juan drops the mic and exits the ring walking into the deep darkness.

[Minstrel of Chaos]

The scene opens on an interviewer standing in downtown Denver, a microphone held in the brown-haired man's gloved hand. He dressed warm for the weather as he begins to try and flag down various pedestrians for an interview. After a few moments, he manages to get a young blond woman who is currently looking at a flyer. The headline states 'Don't miss a spectacle that'll be talked about for Years to come!' in bold bright green lettering. Her shirt is that of Anthony, the TV champion.

Interviewer: Hello, Miss. I'd like to ask you about your opinion on the upcoming TV title match at Mile High. As you likely know, Anthony is the current TV champion as well as tag champion with Duke Drazin. I notice that you are a fan of Anthony, so I take it that you'll be routing for him at the match?

The woman looks to him with a smile, before pointing at her shirt.

Woman: Absolutely. Anthony has perhaps been one of the greatest TV champions we've ever had. He brought life back to what a lot of my friends were calling a boring title. Anthony managed to make it something worth fighting for again. There won't be a challenger that could hold a candle to him. Plus, he's currently got the World Champion as a tag partner.

Interviewer: I see. So what do you think of his opposition this evening, William Jayne? He is currently undefeated, has beaten several champions including Anthony himself. He has shown that he can hold his own with the bigger name stars without hesitation. He is also seemingly fearless.

The woman smiles before pointing to her shirt with a laugh.

Woman: Yeah, so what? Everyone fears someone, and William should fear Anthony. He won't lose with his title on the line. Anthony has been in the ring with all the greats, so him stepping in the ring with a wannabe Shawn Cortez won't be a problem. Who does William have in his corner? Some nobodies who he drinks with? It isn't as if they'll be at ringside with him. Anthony has the World Champion backing him up, as if he'd need it. Plus, William is participating in a match before that? What is he? Crazy? He'll need to be 100% to face Anthony. What idiot volunteers to have a match before a title match? For a belt they are already are challenging for? Really where is the sense in that?

The interviewer then pulls back the microphone to which the woman smiles. She exits, smiling and holding a ticket. A man comes up after her, handing out flyers, as he hands one to the interviewer. The man with wavy blond hair and a dark blue duster.

Interviewer: Hey! Aren't you William's friend, Long?

Long raises his hands waving them about, trying to deny the claim, dropping his flyers as he does. He immediately starts to pick them up before the interviewer picks one up and begins to read it. The paper states 'William's Mile High Prep Brawl'. The interviewer looks at Long confused as he holds up the paper as if it is the question.

Long: William decided that since he wasn't allowed to go to Australia to start a Duchess of Queensberry rules brawl, he'd have to settle for starting one in downtown Denver.

A boot hits long in the back of the head, to which Long immediately cries out in pain and glares behind him.

Long: For the last time William, you are not allowed to practice Tai Kwon Leap in public! I don't care how much of a free country it is!

Long sighs before turning back to the interviewer, as William runs up behind him.

Long: As I was saying, he's having...

William shoves a pink bar of soap in his mouth.

Will: Long, what is the first rule of Fight Club?

Long mumbles around the soap.

Will: Exactly! Now go finish handing out flyers. Now, Mr. Interviewer. What can I do for you?

The interviewer stares at Long who is trying to get the taste of soap out his mouth. He then turns back to William, before beginning to speak introductions.

Interviewer: So Mr...

William interrupts immediately, holding up another bar of soap.

Will: My father is Mr. Jayne, and if you don't like the taste of soap you'll refer to me as William, Will, or just Jayne. Call me Mister and you'll find out if you can belch bubbles.

The interviewer stops speaking at the threat and decides he'll fix his statement.

Interviewer: So Will. Many people are wondering why you took the chance to be in the brawl when you are facing Anthony for the title that is the prize of the match.

Will looks at him confused for a moment before replying in an innocent manner.

Will: There was a prize? I just wanted to take part in a match where there were no rules and I'd have an opportunity to face Ashley O'Ryan. I honestly didn't think that there was some sort of prize for that. Was there any other prizes?

The interviewer looks shocked as he speaks in a voice accentuating his surprise.

Interviewer: Yes. A shot at the tag titles or the North American title.

Will scratches his chin for a moment, thinking about the new information.

Will: So I could use that to move to Crossfire? Or perhaps I would have to find a partner? Sounds like so much work.

The interviewer interrupts his thoughts, bringing William out of his thinking position.

Interviewer: So the question everyone has to ask you is what you are feeling going into your match with Anthony for the TV Title?

William Jayne smiles at the man before responding with a laugh.

Will: I am walking into my match with Anthony pumped. Anthony is considered to be one of the top competitors in this business, and with good cause. He has defeated main eventers. He has title reigns that others all aspire to. He's ended records, and made some of his own. What is there that Anthony hasn't been able to accomplish? Many of my fans would say that it would be the fact that he hasn't beat me. I'd reply with the fact that he has only faced me once. He's a phenomenal athlete, and he's everything Chris Kennedy wishes he could be. He's the next FWA World Champion, let's be honest. I may be taking his belt from him tonight, but in the end, he'll just use this as an opportunity to make his way into the Main Event scene.

William points at the interviewer with a serious expression on his face, though a slight grin still ever present.

Will: But make no mistake. This will be a night that Anthony will not soon forget. That is because I give nothing less than my best. I am a man out to push his limits, and the limits of those around me. Anthony will come face to face with the most unpredictable man in the FWA. He will go toe to toe with the next TV Champion. I may not be undefeated when I face him, but he will learn that it isn't the number of victories or losses someone has. It is what he learned from each of them that makes him a champion or not. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a brawl to prepare for.

With that William leaves the scene, and the interviewer calls for the camera to cut off. The scene goes black.

[Stratusphere]

North American Championship
Alexx VS Cameron Cross

Part A: A man who has everything

The scene opens up on a beach with sea gulls singing. An empty beach with several long chairs, but none filled. We can hear the sound of the waves. The camera moves around only to reveal only one filled seat.

Narrator: What do we offer to the man who already has everything? Talent, Beauty, Success, Career, Beauty, Women, Sensuality, a Rocking Bod!

The man sitting in the chair is revealed to be the only one North American Champion, the Sexxitant Superstar Alexx. The beautiful man is wearing a red Bermuda type swimsuit with an open short sleeved summer shirt, revealing his beautiful and perfect body to the world. Alexx plays with his hair and approaches the camera slowly; giving time to the audience to acknowledge is sumptuous body.

Alexx: I get that! I already have everything, so what would I need more? I am famous. I have glory. I have the beauty, so why would I need more. I look to have everything in hands for a great life… But the problem is that people are threatened by my way of life. I am ruling this world of the FWA universe and some don’t like the balance of things, they want to flip the things over. People are getting jealous of all the attention that I am getting. I know…. Look at me, won’t you just look at me! You would understand why I get all this attention, I mean look at my body, look at my face just for the first step. It’s simple as that, I am a money maker, and people will love to buy stuff to be like me…

Alexx sits back on another chair to work on his tan.

Alexx: And second, look at me, look at what I am carrying around. The North American Championship, it’s a sign that we won’t stop talking about me; it’s my mainstream to success and to be remembered. I will go down in history. I will go down in history for being the best champion ever, to beautify the status of the NA Championship… And if you don’t know what this belt means when you are given it. It means you do great work, it means that no matter what, I worked harder than you to get noticed… As a proof look at my hard work in the ring, off and on the television. I worked my butt off in the last year to be at the point that I am and I’ll go beyond if I keep on wishing, I keep on producing. I am champion for a reason, now people look up at me, people now respect the hard work I did and dedication I needed to do to get from where I’m from, but noooo people only look at what I project, they judge me for being beautiful. It’s not my fault if I was born with better genes than you… Look at what I did to know that I am not to mess with…

Alexx sits straight and looks deeply in the camera.

Alexx: And one of those people is Carmella Christopher, or whatever is name is. You know that CC guy, who you just don’t seem to get at all. And he wants the status quo to flip over so he can beneficiate from all the work I’ve done and prove that he’s better than me, that he deserve more attention than me. I have a lot of attention from the crowd, not only because of my beauty but again my talent comes into play. My matches are all crazy good, but he keeps on thinking that he’s better than I am. IN the past few years what did he do? What did he do to deserve to be at the same level as me? Not much, he’s beaten me for the X championship, but I did it on purpose, I had other plans. I was too good for the X division. But again this championship, I changed the general view of it. Before it was seen as a toy only to make the jobbers happy, because of the massive exchanges between the opponents, it wasn’t competitive for the people. I made it competitive I wanted to change the idea that people had of the X division and I did holding the championship for longer than needed. People started to be interesting, that’s why I left it, I had greater sights, because I easily knew how to use math and realize that I can’t compete with the guys. It was the same night I decided to change for the better, it’s today. you look procuppied

Alexx sighs and lies back down again.

Alexx: I know he wants to fill my shoes, because he thinks he could fill them better. So let me tell him a little something it takes a lot more than intentions. It takes guts; it takes soul and nothing you have proven to have. I have proven that I have a lot more than you ever had. CC you didn’t filled anything in your career, you never proven to be a worthy opponent, will we remember you in ten years? No, you will go like you came, silently and no one will actually remember. I am here as a champion, to defend myself, to defend that I am way better than you! You never proven anything, you shouldn’t go against things you can’t chew. You will never understand what I went through, that’s because I am champion. I was here before and you will fall back down the ladder. You know that ladder that made you think that you could actually step up to me, that you are in the same level as me, don’t even think about it… But you can still dream about it, I do dream about the world championship and I know I will reach it, CC just needs a little more, well a lot more talent and experience to be at the level of the NA championship… But don’t worry; I’ll make it clear for him. You will see that no matter how you try, to pull strings around, you won’t make it happen… So you are the only one to give me what I want: peace. I want peace a little bit, to stop being harassed for a while by those Carmine or you. Understand that, you will come and you will go, but another might come to me and challenge me. A little break would be nice, but I will never get it and I don’t really want it. Challenge me all you want you can’t break me.

Alexx gets back up and leaves, but suddenly the scene blacks. The camera zooms back to reveal that this part was on a TV, that someone has been watching the part. The person laughs maniacally.

Part B: Changed

The scene keeps on going with the mysterious figure. The sinister laugh keeps on going. It stops abruptly. This person is sitting in a dark room on a couch back to the camera. The person breathes heavily and finally starts.

?? : So, in few weeks a lot of things happened. This might’ve been few days ago, but I changed in the weeks. I had more guts. Yes, when I slapped G-Rich, I needed to put on a statement. And after my match with Stu, it’s now clear that I’m clearly ready for a greater match.

The person stops, but with the voice and the facts, we can say it’s Alexx.

Alexx: In the past year, I’ve changed so badly and I’ve endure so much that I can’t let it go. I want to prove to the entire world that I am way more than a pretty face… And thank you to Stu, they might stop for a while. It won’t stay, only to keep my fans waiting, but this week, I’ll have my revenge. I want to show that even if Stu totally brutalized me. I can still bring it, I still have the fire in me, and CC won’t be coming to extinguish it. I did things, bad things in the past few weeks, but I needed to stand up for myself. I needed to show the entire company that you can’t sit on me and wait until I’ve been fully tamed. ‘Cuz I can’t be tamed; and it’s better that way… Opposed to that loser of CC, trying to manipulate people around without even being to do so and understanding that they the one being used… If G-Rich thinks that I will shut up soon, it won’t happen. I slapped him to show him, I am untameable. I changed in the past few years from this innocent and cocky mannequin that came into business, which no one could even dream of being able to compete or being champion. I’ve faced challenges and I faced a lot to become the man I am now…

Silence.

Alexx: I’ve changed, and I keep on changing. At the anniversary show, Stu made me realize that if I want to be world champion, I need to bring more and more in every match I face. I need to be the next challenger, but I need to show again why I deserve it. I need to bring a better game in every turn and return to the next challenge. My entire body has been through hell, and my face…. Please don’t tell me about it, I need a surgery soon, but it won’t be as perfect as before, but better than now. I feel like a clown walking around with this face and but I’ll show you the challenger than no meter coming for me. But I won’t be playing any jokes tonight, Mess with me it’ll end for you. CC might want some be he better be ready for some rage and revenge. I do know that I should be champ, but I need to prove it. I will still be NA champ when you let your imagination go you’ll understand that it never in my dream, and soon the entire FWA will fear me. And until I am ready for the world. And it’ll keep on going as look. Then you need to work it to deserve it ‘cuz I’m the worst of them all. You’ll see, CC be prepared!

Alexx gets up and walks away without still not revealing his face.

[JJ Smooth]

The scene opens as we are once again, aboard a commercial flight, this time on its way to the home of Mile High 2011, Denver, Colorado. Outside the small window, you can see in the near distance, the Rocky Mountains coming up thru the clouds, the sun shining upon the majestic setting, the camera peels back to inside the plane, where continuing to look out that window, is Cameron Cross, who has had a lot on his mind in the past week. His attention has been between the ongoing situation with Gabrielle, his North American Title match with Alexx, and also the ‘Brawl For it All’ Match, where the winner gets his choice of title match to have. Cross turns from the window to look at the two pieces of paper resting in front of him. One labeled: Options, the other; Opposition.

CC- “This week, is the chance that I have to show the FWA that I have what it takes, on a much grander scale. In the history of this company, people have had breakthrough nights at Pay-Per-Views. Hell, Drazin one could argue, just had one at ‘Red, White, and Bruised’ winning the FWA Title, and beating one of the greatest Tag Teams in history to become one-half of the new Tag Team Champions alongside Anthony. Winning matches, etching your name and face even further in FWA lore, is something every superstar wants. I’m no different. Why can’t I win BOTH matches I’m in at Mile High? Why can’t I become not only the FWA North American Champion, but why can’t I win the Brawl for it All and have the power to potentially alter a title scene? There’s nothing that stands in front of me that’s unconquerable."

Cross picks up the paper labeled ‘Opposition’.

CC- “Some of these guys are in ways, cut in the same mold I am. Actually, one REALLY comes to mind, and that’s a guy I would consider a friend in a way, and that’s ‘The Amazing One’ Ryan Rondo. Sure, we’ve had disagreements here and there, especially when I couldn’t understand why he would just join CrossFire’s Great Siege. But that’s in the past. Right now, he desperately wants to get back in the Title hunt after having had to relinquish the X-Division Championship when he was drafted to ‘Fight Night’. But Ryan, we both know going in…only one can truly accomplish what he wants to. Usually I’d be personally betting on you to come thru. This could be something you could eventually tell your grandkids someday, but when you tell the story of this match, you’ll tell them about how it was an honor to be in a match with a guy like Cameron Cross. And you can tell them how that night was one of the biggest nights in my career and it set me off to greater things ahead. You will get in the TV Title picture; you’re one that can do it no question Rondo. But I can’t allow it to be tonight, not at the cost of me and what I want."

Cross’s face shows a twinge of respect for Rondo and all his efforts. But he refocuses himself on the paper.

CC- “But then there are the unknown elements of this match, namely some of the guys on Fight Night who I haven’t had the pleasure of stepping into the ring with, William Jayne, JoJi, and Joey Bones. I’ll start with Jayne because I’ve heard a lot about you William. You’re a star on a rapid rise, and you’re looking to make Mile High a memorable night in the same manner in which I’m trying to. You’ve got a TV Title match with Anthony shortly after this encounter. Will you spare some energy and effort for that match? One can’t say they’d blame you, it’s the bigger match, and I too will have an eye towards my match with Alexx of course, but I’ve got a built-in advantage having a longer time to rest up and recharge for that match. I’m sure you and I will be locked in more so than the others it’s a big night for us both. I’ll just wish you luck and we’ll see if one of us comes out in the end. I’m backing myself to of course. But after Jayne, we have to glorified bodyguards, Joey Bones, and JoJi. JoJi, I’ve had a few brief exchanges with you courtesy of Gabrielle. But see, Sonny Bill Kahui, the thing is, whereas you just do nothing but flex your muscles and just stand and watch, I’m in the middle of all the action, whether that’s with Gabby herself, or in the ring. Does that bother you JoJi? Does it make you seethe knowing that I enjoy all it is that Gabby offers while you stand off to the side and probably just do a haka or something. Frustrating I know, but that doesn’t equate to having success in the ring. You and Joey Bones have puncher’s chances of winning this match, but you’re both ‘green’ and this match will not be kind to you. You privatized bouncers are better at the one-on-one encounters that you’re used to, you can’t focus on multiple fronts. But take solace JoJi, you get your chance to go after Joey Bones after he decked you when Chris Kennedy pulled his assault off and cost Gabrielle the title. And that brings me to you Joey, you trying to step outside of Chris’s shadow? Will he even allow for someone to potentially take away even a small amount of the glory he could receive if he beats Drazin for the FWA Title? I highly doubt it, and I’m sure Kennedy is intending on using you somehow in that match…but how will he be able to if you’re incapable of even making it back down to the ring? You won’t be able to sneak attack anyone in this match Bones, something you obviously thrive upon and now you’ll no doubt have to answer for your part in the way in which you cost dear Gabrielle. But I’ll leave you and JoJi to beat the living snot of out each other. But that doesn’t mean either of you are going to win the match, far from it. Like I said, you both have puncher’s chances but even the best of puncher’s get one on the chin and get knocked out. You two are no different.”

Cross puts a slash thru the names in red on the paper. He now looks at the ones in blue.

CC- “And then there are the ones I see just about everyday, the mercurial Ashley O’Ryan, and then…XXX. XXX, our rivalry if you wish to call it that, doesn’t need to be revisited. I don’t need to endlessly rehash all the times we fought. I don’t even really know what you are possibly thinking in getting into this match XXX, well, actually yeah I do, but your thinking is way off base. You’ve already made mistakes in provoking Devin Golden. A former World Heavyweight Champion. Again you won’t be able to cash in the check your ego and your mouth have written. This match, is just a mere preview of that. This is too big for your britches. I admire your efforts, really I do, but you make it hard for me to like you, because once again, you can’t find it in you to be humble. To admit defeat. All the money and perceived power you may think you have won’t mean a thing at Mile High. Nor will all your pins and certificates because Trips, the CF Great Siege isn’t gonna be down at the ring openly supporting you. They’ve got much bigger fish to fry and I don’t think personally that either Devin or Carmine think too highly of you to begin with. But hey man, you just keep up the façade, you’re only fooling yourself. And lastly, there’s Ashley O’Ryan, Ashley, your ‘problems’ are well documented, but still, you’re a legend in this company and I respect you. I can’t begin to understand what it is that is going on inside that head of yours. Sure, drinking doesn’t help that any, but you’ve been seen in the locker room as a bit of a loose cannon. And in this match, in these terms, that makes you dangerous. The loose cannons don’t care who they hit, so long as they keep firing. Hell, you may even try introducing a few weapons to this affair. Whatever it is you try, I’ve got to be ready for. I’ve got to do what I can to neutralize you. Because if I don’t chaos very well could ensue which favors you. That’s the style I see you doing best in now Ashley, matches and atmospheres where rules seem to cease to exist. Everyone will cast an eye in your direction, I hope you do bring it all out and lay it all out in that ring Ashley, because you can make this match special. You’ve got the ‘Holy Shit’ factor. But even that doesn’t mean you’ll win.”

Cross picks up the paper with ‘Options’ written on it.

CC- “A match with these stipulations can bring about a lot of change, what will I do if I win some are asking? Well, I could turn it in for a match against the North American Champion, which for some that don’t know, is a title I well and truly intend on making my own by the end of the very same night. I could hold onto it still, using it to get a rematch after I possibly lose the NA Title. Or, I could use it to lure out some of the best in the locker room to team up with me to take on Drazin and Anthony for the Tag Titles? But I’m not the best tag guy out there but who knows? Or I could try to use it to become the first to hold the North American AND TV Titles. Hmmm, an intriguing thought no doubt. Or if on the off chance that I lose to Alexx later in the night, I could use it to turn right back around and get another shot at him. So many options, but which to be chosen? I have much longer to think this all over. But right now, my focus has to be on these two matches, my chance at further emboldening my status as a true SUPERSTAR in this business. It’s time that some stop doubting, and starts believing in me. At Mile High, I shall make believers out of those that remain in the dark. I had a big moment at last year’s Mile High, this year I will once again have my moment…but it will be MOMENTS. I will pull off this double victory, and why? Because I know I can, whether those out there think I can or not. I thrive in the opportunities to step up, and this will be no different.”

Cross crumbles the paper labeled ‘Opposition’ and puts the paper with ‘Options’ on it in his carry-on bag as the scene cuts out.

[jabberwocky]

There was always something almost spiritual about being in an empty arena before a show to Ashley O’Ryan; and as he stood there sober for one of the first times it felt even more so. It was the first time he had even looked at a ring in months. He looks up at the rows and rows of seats. In mere hours they would be full of screaming fans. He reaches up grabbing the bottom rope and pulls himself up and into the ring.

“If a gladiator had the chance to stand in the Coliseum while it was empty, the night before he was to fight to the death, what might he have thought?” he silently wondered. Of course this wasn’t a matter of life or death but for Ashley it was almost as important.

He kneels down, closing his eyes as he runs his hand along the surface of the mat. So much of his life was played out on this surface. He had lost battles on this surface. He won wars on this surface. Friendships had forged and brothers had turn to enemies and enemies to brother on this surface.

A woman once asked Ashley if “Wrestling was fake”. He simply smiled and said, “The passion is real.”

Since Ashley had cut ties with the bottle that passion was even more real. He felt a focus he hadn’t felt in, well he had no idea how long. He had no choice but to step away. He had priorities. He had to save himself firstly, the bottle wasn’t the only thing that had been killing him.

His eyes open as he looks at the giant FWA insignia in the centre.

His career had been born here. He had seen this company thrive. He had stood in this ring with the likes of Ryan Hall, Jillian De Silva, Ewan Edwards, Hardware, eXcellence, and G-Rich. He loved…loves…this company. And whether true, or a part of his own drunken paranoia, he had felt like it was becoming something that needed euthanasia. He felt it crumbling around him. Was the passion real? Did it feel real in the locker room? In the ring? He didn’t know. And it would have cost him to much to stick around and try to find out. So he stepped away.

It was a choice he knew he would never regret. He took the time to rehabilitate; to get sober. More importantly he saved his marriage and family.
Now as Ashley O’Ryan stood in that ring, he couldn’t help but feel like he was in a strange situation.

”You goin’ to stand in that bloomin’ ring alone by yerself all day?”

Ashley smirks to himself as the silence is broken by the voice of Moira Crawford. He looks over at his wife, pushing the stroller with their newborn daughter down to the ring.

Moira:”You got something on your mind don’t you?”

She looks at him inquisitively as she enters the ring with him. Ashley looks around the arena again and simply nods.

Ashley:”Heh, aye…it’s sort o’funny actually.”

Moira:”Funny?”

Ashley:”Well, between the seven people in this match, nobody even comes close to being in this company as long as I ‘ave; and yet while I’m sure I’ve seen and per’aps even been in the ring with Xander Xavier X-Ray Xylophone and Ryan Rondo, I don’t really remember them. Then you ‘ave wot? A rag tag o’people who as far as I know ‘aven’t been ‘ere long enough to even start to not make an impact.
It’s funny and its strange because while I ‘ave the most in ring experience I can’t help but feel like the rookie in this match.”

Moira:”You’re worried about how this will go for you?”

Ashley laughs.

Ashley:”Actually quite the opposite. Remember me first ever match? It was similar to this. I was thrown in the ring with a bunch of other wankers, all going after a shot at the title. At the end, I was the last one standing. I was the one who got that chance. And the only reason I didn’t win that belt me first noit was because I was exhausted and ‘ad to go up against a fresh and very talented FWA ‘all o’ famer, eXcellence.

I’m confident in wot is going to happen tonoit because I feel as spry as a rookie, I’m in the best shape I’ve been in in ages, and none o’the wankers that will be standing in this ring with me in a few hours could even shine the boots of the talent I’ve tangled with. I don’t know a bloody thing about any of them. ‘ell I moit just call them all ‘Daisy’ just to keep things less complicated.”

Moira:”Uh, Daisy? Wot the ‘ell?”

Ashley:”Just to save some time and energy you know. I can insult them all at once that way. But this place…and all that this place means…I’m in a ring with six people that can’t even begin to imagine wot it means to me. I don’t need to know a damn thing about them. It’s me they need to bloody know about. And in a no DQ match? Ha, they better learn bloody quick at that.

Him and his wife both share the same amused look, having shared the same history of bar brawls. They had fought alongside each other with pool cues, broken bottles, and blood flying everywhere. The knew what no DQ meant. It meant no quarter given and even less mercy shown.

Ashley:”Either way…this be a new beginning fer Ashley O’Ryan in the FWA. ”

He looks down at the insignia again

Ashley: “It feels good to be back. ”