Supershow 11/26/2011 promo thread

[The Golden One]

Post promos here.
Promos are due Thursday at midnight pacific time, 3am Friday morning eastern time. Extensions will be no longer than 12 hours and must be requested by Wednesday at midnight pacific time.

Note: I am posting the card and promo threads in both the Crossfire and Fight Night sections. Post in either one is fine. I just don't want Crossfire guys not to see their name on a Fight Night card.

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Wolf
Johnny Drama
Darnell Porter
Over The Edge
Mustang Maddie
Andrew Johnson
Carmine Reaper

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The FWA crew is scrambling about backstage, as the fans can hear howling and watch as the curtain flings about on top the entrance ramp. It seems the show has come to a standstill and the fans begin to boo. All of a sudden the whole arena stops at once, everyone is drowning in the own silence, as a small pug walks out on stage. It has a flashy golden tag on it and trots around before suddenly darting off down the ramp.

A whole pack of dogs come flying out from backstage scampering down the ramp, with the FWA crew trying desperately to grab them. Each one has a golden tag all their own and the entire arena has burst into a laughing rage. The FWA crew look they’re in an episode of the three stooges, as the dogs continue to outsmart them. The fans erupt in a cheer, still half laughing, as “You’re The Best Around” hits and out walks Drazin.

He stands on top the ramp laughing at all the chaos and proceeds to walk down it. Stopping and looking down at a pile of crap. Drazin makes his eyes go at a nearby fan and the kid shakes his head yes. Drazin then smirks and grabs the nearest FWA crewmember. He then ice plunge’s him into the pile of crap. The little pug comes up and relieves himself on the down crewmember and runs back up the ramp. The rest of the dog pack follow suit and the FWA crew give chase, giving Drazin nasty glares as they go by. Drazin laughs and finally climbs into the ring.

DRAZIN: “So sports fans, it seems this place really has gone to the dogs. Drazin guesses that’s what happens when The Sink Hole Siege try and run things. As if this Piss Pot Place wasn’t bad enough. Now Drazin has to put up with its shit too. Big scary Kennedy can be a pyro head. Ewww Drazin is shaking in Drazin’s boots now. Drazin kicked his ass once already and his lackey’s ass. He can burn a thousand matches and all it will do is lead to the exact same thing. Kennedy getting his ass kicked and beat over and over again. Drazin guesses the burnt matches will represent how burnt out that stupid nobody is. He hasn’t done a thing worth mentioning in weeks, if not months, his lackey has done more than him. So sad that the little bug eyed mutt has more spunk then Kennedy ever will. But enough about that terminate trying to knaw at Drazin’s ass. Did you see the display Drazin put on sports fans? What you think?”

Drazin stops and smiles as the fans all cheer.

DRAZIN: “Well that represents the state of this Piss Pot Place. Everyone here is running around without a clue and Drazin is still on top, doing what Drazin always says Drazin is going to do. Drazin kicks the ass of any dirt pile that gets in Drazin’s way. No matter how many fleas they seem to be carrying. Hell, with poor Tag Along Anthony all hung out to dry, Drazin will have to defend these two ass wipers all by Drazin’s self. Drazin guesses killing two dirt piles with one stone isn’t a bad idea. Oh and don’t worry Piss Pot Rule Makers, Drazin will stick a lackey at ringside as to not hurt your precious rules. Plus Drazin may need a breather from the stench every once in a while. Speaking of crummy tag matches, did you see that nice shiny tags Drazin gave the mutts? That’s about all the tagging Drazin likes to do. Drazin hates these stupid ass matches, but this time Drazin may make an exception. For Drazin The FWA World Champion and Stu the FORMER World Heavyweight Champion are placed together tonight. Drazin guesses the world was just too heavy for poor old Stu.”

Drazin smirks as the fans instantly clue in how he was rubbing the fact in Stu’s face.

DRAZIN: “But Drazin guesses after a while he gets his strength back and wins again. Of course that means he’s lost it a whole bunch of times too. Even to his fleabag brother Wolfie, not to mention Port a Pottie. Damn! Drazin bets Wolfie would have been right at home with all those mutts. Maybe they’ll search him out backstage. But all that aside, Drazin will admit after our last bout, Stu is the one person left in this Piss Pot Place Drazin doesn’t mind having to tag. With one glaring omission aside. Stu keep your snakey eyes on the prize. Years ago Drazin was stuck with your easily distracted ass in a tag match, with that sap Carter if Drazin remembers correctly. And what happened? You ran out after Wolfie into the arena and poor Carter got pinned. You keep your ass in the ring and forget Wolfie tonight and all will be fine. If he or The Sink Hole Siege or even cry baby Kennedy try and interfere. Let them come! Drazin does not care if it turns into ten on two, most of them are trash anyway and we can take them no problem. So slither about in the ring and all will be fine. After our last match Drazin does have faith though, Drazin means with all those robed people and The Sink Hole Siege about you still stayed in the ring and didn’t let Drazin get away with anything. You brought everything you had and at the end of the day we beat the shit out of one another and then some. We truly went to hell and back, which Drazin thinks makes us that much better for it. We each know that at the end of the day the bullshit goes out the window. We each will do whatever it takes to end up dishing out a beating that would make most men in this Piss Pot Place wet themselves. No one will sink to the depths that we will go for fear of losing themselves and that right there is why we are going to win. Drazin knows you can hold your own Stu, that will never be in dispute, just be there and get the job done. Forget all the other horseshit and show Johnson why his girly screams are justified.”

Drazin’s eyes glowed red as he became serious and then they went back to normal as he started talking about Johnson, after giving a sigh.

DRAZIN: “What else does Drazin have to say about such a cockroach? Oh look sports fans, his bum buddy Ward has gotten the shaft. After all neither of them together could beat Drazin and Tag Along Anthony, we stripped them of their longest winning streak reign, we stripped them of their ass wipers and they strip themselves as they play in the corner. Sorry, Drazin knows for some that was too much information. Andrew Johnson holds NOTHING over Drazin. Johnson can’t hold a candle to Drazin. All he and Ward are able to do is beat on used up or newbie trash. That is it! But Drazin will give them credit, they do now how to handle one another. Whether that is good or bad, Drazin will leave up to you. Now Johnson is in a situation that’s scary. Oh No! He has a partner he’s not used to being with. This must bring back fears of all his single bouts, where is record is what? Two in sixty? Poor Johnson will be working on his own, as Princeton clearly has more on the ball and won’t give a shit about him. Well Johnson struggles desperately to prove he should be in the hall of fame, looking for all of you to give the sap some recognition and thinks he even has a remote chance of winning, Princeton will be smart enough to just try and survive. Drazin backs up any claims Drazin makes, what does Johnson do? Make claims then bitch like a school girl about how it’s everyone else’s fault. It’s your fault for not believing in him, it’s Jolson’s fault for holding him back, it’s Santa’s fault for not giving him that Red Rider BB gun. Boo hoo, cry Drazin a river. He even went to a church once and bought into this church crap that once followed Drazin. That’s just sad. When not even Drazin acknowledges the stupid thing, yet the cockroach does. But alas they do crawl out of the weirdest places. And Johnson sure does seem to keep crawling back to take another beating from Drazin night after night. Well Johnson, this night will be no different, except you will get double the beating. As Drazin shares in your humiliation with Stu. Who says Drazin can’t play nice?”

Drazin smirks and then pulls out a Canadian loonie. He flicks it to one of the fans.

DRAZIN: “There you go sports fan. Doesn’t that make you feel part of the one percent? No? Well it’s Canadian, what can Drazin say. Princeton though is surely feeling pretty good about himself. He beat fleabag Wolfie, who only held onto his ass wiper for a month, poor poor Wolfie. The last time Drazin did anything relevant with you, was what? When you lost to Boudreau? Drazin helped Drazin’s old buddy because if Drazin recalls correctly, you needed some groupies to help you fight him. Then in your match with him, you puttered out and died. While Drazin killed the poor schmuck, literally, making him catch that disease. Drazin one, Princeton zero! Drazin won Drazin’s ass wiper one on one, not having to lurk around and let Stu give you the win. Drazin successfully shut all the nay sayers up and defended it too. Drazin two or would that be three? Either way Drazin has proven Drazin’s self. You? You snuck up and grabbed the belt thanks to Stu taking care of Wolfie for you. Bravo! But Drazin guesses when you’ve been nothing but a shadow in this Piss Pot Place for the last few years, you get used to hiding in them huh? What have you done between then and now? Not a damn thing! Lose, lose and lose some more. You really do have something in common with Johnson. But unlike him, Drazin will give you some credit. You do have some sense. Johnson blindly follows his nose and gets it bashed in, you are a bit more cautious. But tonight you won’t get a chance to lurk in the shadows and there will be no Stu to let you win. Tonight Stu will do what he would have if there wasn’t a bunch of other lackey’s in the ring with you two. Stu will show you why you aren’t long to be champion, while Drazin will just show you why you can never measure up to Drazin. The only thing we have in common is both blowing the golden opportunity thing against the dead guy. But since he is dead, we can forget about that. Unlike poor Kennedy who will forever have that shame shine out of his ass. Princeton you have the ability to take a blow or two before toppling over, but that won’t save you against the two of us. You’re slick demeanor doesn’t stand a chance because you are too afraid to let the mud touch you. Stu and Drazin will roll around in it and use it to blind you, as we kick your ass all over the ring. So tuck in your fancy suit, act all big and smug and get those oh so important centerfold pictures taken, because after tonight your face isn’t going to be recognizable. Oh and if you think you have a slimmer of hope, take a long hard look at your partner. Just like he screwed Wolfie over when Drazin beat him with Tag Along Anthony and Port a Pottie of all people, he will screw you over too and Johnson will be the one to get pinned. Princeton you will be destroyed by Drazin, a champion you can never measure up to, and you bones will be picked at by Stu, who will take your ass wiper soon enough. That will simply be that.”

Drazin stops and looks back up at the top of the ramp as the pack of dogs run back out on top of it. He makes his eyes glow and they instantly stop running about, all lying down and facing him.

DRAZIN: “Drazin is the top dog in this Piss Pot Place. Everyone will fall before Drazin in one way or another. Whether by choice or by Drazin shoving Drazin’s boot through your face. Tonight will just be another reason why all should fear Drazin. With Stu having his shit together nothing and no one in this entire place can stop us. Let Kennedy come out, Let the Sink Hole Siege, Let Wolfie, Let the whole damn locker room. Tonight there is no stopping us. Tonight the bowels of Hell break open and two demonic souls will be let lose upon this place, like nothing anyone has ever seen. When that bell rings we will not stop until all who stand in our way are buried in a pile of their own filth and we will relish every moment of it. Princeton! Johnson! You will be denied any resemblance of mercy and struck down by a Snake and a God, two people you simply don’t bleep with.”

“You’re The Best Around” begins to play and Drazin shakes his head a bit, giving his usual smile and watches as the dogs run about. He then goes back up the ramp playing to the fans, disappearing backstage.

[The Golden One]

"The Rotten Gold" no more

"In one quick kick, I am out of what I started."

The voice is hidden within the FWA Hall of Fame. Pillars stand in the center with photos on the wall of important events, matches, retired championship belts and wrestlers. The walls are decked with photos and plaques describing the careers of Ryan Hall, Matt Boudreau, Jenny Ignito, and many other all-time greats. Standing inside the room is the body of Devin Golden. He is looking at one photo in particular.

It is the photo from Red, White and Bruised 2009 when he defeated Draven St. Germain. He is bloody, bruised, but is victorious. he is holding up the silver X-Division title belt along with the High Fly championship and Hardcore title belts. Those now rest inside glass vases in the Hall of Fame room, but they do not have Golden's attention.

"A truly Golden night."

Devin changes his gaze from the photo to another photo of him burning the FWA World Heavyweight Championship. He is burning it while standing over the bodies of Ashley 'O Ryan and Stu St. Clair. It was the FWA Crossfire show right before Trial By Fire 2010, around one year ago.

It was the night he became "The Rotten Gold."

"Gold cannot rot, and I should have known that."

Golden didn't stay truly rotten for long. He was fighting alongside Ashley O Ryan within months and battling Aut Pax Aut Bellum for the FWA Tag Team titles. Unfortunately, he lost and had to begin the Crossfire Great Siege. He strattled the line of good and evil for long enough and was finally trying to take the side of good. But he couldn't get the fans or other wrestler's trust. Thomas Princeton, G-Rich, everyone questioned his motives. Everyone.

"And now here I am. The Golden One once again. Not by choice, but by force."

As he stares at the photo, he becomes upset at what happened. It all started a few months before when he and Ashley 'O Ryan tried to win the Unified Tag Team titles. They lost this one, too, to APAB.

"And then I did this. And Stu St. Clair will never let me live it down. He never trusts me. No one ever trusts me. The fans don't trust me. Not after I did this no matter how much I tried to make The Great Siege the best group possible.

And eventually the rest caved in, too. Carmine Reaper and Xavier Xander Xerxes didn't trust me anymore, and they took action. But what they did that they don't realize is they made me the favorite again. I am the victim. I am the one who got the shaft. I am the one who got kicked out for doing what I thought was right."

Golden is done looking through the photos in the Hall of Fame room. He now walks through the room, past the pillars and vases and plaques and everything else and is about to leave before he looks at one final photograph. It is a shot of him winning the FWA World Heavyweight Championship at Mile High 2010. He is bloody, bruised, but victorious. It looks strikingly similar to the one of him at Red, White and Bruised 2009 with the X-Division championship.

"What they did was they kicked out The Rotten Gold and brought back The Golden One.

And the last time the world saw The Golden One, he was standing on top of the wrestling world with the World Heavyweight Championship."

[Stratusphere]

Alexx/ Juan Lopez VS Ryan Rondo/ Cameron Cross
Reconstruction

A magnicient blue Mazda 3 with gold rims parks in the parking of the arena, because we can actually see the FWA production trucks behind. The engine stops and someone comes out from the driver’s side. The superstar walking is wearing a black leather coat opened-up with a tight white t-shirt revealing his gorgeous and ripped body. This person is wearing tight leather pants matching with the coat and on his face we can notice sunglasses. The superstar takes them off and puts them on his shirt to reveal that he is none other than the one and only Sexxitant superstar Alexx. Alexx stops walking, looks at the door of the arena and sighs while looking at what seems to be the arena’s entry.

Alexx: So, I guess it was only a dream? With the recent rumours about FWA restructuring itself, I guess this is the concretisation of it. See, FWA isn’t going that well. People getting fired, people taking breaks, others being injured, or the fourth kind that only disappeared forced some of our staff to do this for the sake of the FWA fans. It’s a sad day for FWA, it shows that we aren’t growing and due to this American crisis of economics, FWA has to follow the demand. Yes, the one percent has proven that the riches are richer than anyone but they didn’t bring any solution to the problem and that’s why it’s great that’s it’s been dissolved. Yes, there are several injustices in the world but there’s no reason to turn chaotic. It’s been proven that when you make over 53 000 Canadian dollars, pretty much the same in American money, you are part of the one percent of the world… And they keep on saying that the crisis is due to the people on Wall Street… Go get a job to make work this world. If you get a job, you get money, you have money, you spend it, you spend it more people have now your money and do the same thing. So if you stay in your spot and keep your money you are not helping the situation either… All that to say, that at least FWA have a solution, they will probably join both shows together to make one super mega show with the most interesting superstars and that way it doesn’t keep on being the same over an over… Plus the fans on Fight Night were missing my hotness…

Alexx sighs again and starts walking again

Alexx: I do feel nostalgic about coming back to Fight Night… It’s part of my past… I never actually have any success in here… I feel ashamed of myself, I never did much for the advancement of this show except while I was with EE, but it doesn’t count it was a collective thing… But I don’t like being here… as much as I don’t like the match I’ve been set up in… I mean a tag team match between me and Juan Lopez… first of all who the heck is Juan Lopez, I never heard of him. Tonight will be the first and probably last time I see and meet him. What kind of name is Juan Lopez; it doesn’t even seem like a superstar’s name, it feels like a poor Mexican who cuts the grass with is wife Consuela who cleans as a housemaid… Doesn’t ring a bell, and I doubt that his talent will make the bell ring tonight… I already feel that I will have to do all the work, because he must be really tired of working three jobs to feed his fourteen children…. And it doesn’t even sound like being one of the successful Lopez, Jennifer, Georges,… Nope, I’m stuck with their slow cousin…

Alexx enters the arena with a bag in hand. He throws his bag to a member of the crew as he enters the arena.

Alexx: And it’s not half of it, with him I’m facing Ryan Rondo… Haven’t been there, done that? That guy wasn’t part of my memory for a good reason, he doesn’t belong there… He doesn’t ring a bell to anyone, but on my Wikipedia page it says that I won my second X championship from him, I guess it’s true… I don’t see why I do have to face him, it’s been shown a thousand times I’m a thousand times better than he is… Unless FWA wants to punish me for something? I don’t think I’ve hurt anyone with my words, my mom always told me that it was better to tell the truth… I feel like they want to hold my full potential by pitting me against RR in a match… It’s stupid to keep your best asset down… But the best part of the match is CC. Yes, he teams up with RR… CCRR doesn’t really sound good as a team name. But I still can’t believe that he got the upper hand on me… In a panel of FWA fans they would all have chosen me to be champion. I make the championship look so good. On him it looks dirty, it feels dirty and I think I may need to “Cena” the title so I don’t have his ugly germs… But I do hope he holds on tight to my championship ‘cuz I’ll be pulling as hard as I can on it until it slips of you filthy fingers… And don’t wait for me to get my hands on you to flee, because you will suffer. The NA championship is MINE! I won’t stop until I have it back… You were never supposed to be in this match, you were supposed to stay in the X division, like you are supposed with “your talent” believe me you aren’t impressive, you are only impressive on the way you can easily steal a victory and a championship and slip through the entry barrier… And tonight, I will be able to show that I am far beyond superior to him… I don’t think too much of me, I know it’s true… Believe me, I’ve watched his last few matches and I still don’t understand why he is still with FWA, if I were Matthew Robinson I would’ve fired him already… and G-Rich for putting me in a match against him only because I slapped him. But with G-Rich out of the picture I might get the rightful respect that I deserve, no?

Alexx stops to sign an autograph to the make-up artist that looks at him confused.

Alexx: As for me, I am perfect; I wouldn’t change a thing on myself. I workout seven days a week, I have great friends, I have great sex and I am the best thing in the company right now! And after I disfigured CC, I’m coming for the world championship… Believe me it’s written somewhere in the prophecies of all the major religion, a living of unbelievable beauty will hunt all the demons away from the top of the world… I’m always reconstructing myself to be better and it’s the best thing that I’ve ever been! I’m ready for anything…

Alexx enters his locker-room as the camera starts to fade away.

[JJ Smooth]

Earlier Today...

At a promotional event prior to tonight's Fight Night/Crossfire SuperShow, Cameron Cross is signing autographs for the many fans who've waited hours to see their favorite stars. He takes a quick photo with a couple of young ladies who walk away giggling and the next young fan walks up with a piece of paper in his hand..

Boy- "Cameron Cross!! I'm a HUUUUGGEE fan. I've waited since 8 this morning to finally get to meet you! I was even allowed to skip school!"

CC- *Chuckling* "Well I'm very pleased to meet you too buddy. And don't make skippin' school a habit alright?"

Boy- "No way. My parents would kill me! But I saw this online last night and wanted to know if you've seen it? It's the latest edition of the FWA Power 20. I get it emailed to me every week to see how you're doing!"

CC- "Hmmm, nope can't say that I have seen it. Where am I ranked this time? Somewhere around 10th?"

Boy- NO! You're 3rd!! Here, look for yourself!!"

The boy hands Cross the printout so that Cross can read the ranking himself.

3.Cameron Cross ^: Has climbed the ranks into the top 3 but is still considered a glorified curtain jerker. Hopefully his win this past CrossFire against Razor will show management otherwise as Cross continues his hot streak.

CC- "Hmmm...interesting to say the least...how about that photo huh?"

Boy- "Sure! Thanks Cameron."

CC- "No, no buddy. Thank. You. Very much."

After taking the photo, Cameron waves to the rest of the crowd as they await the next scheduled Superstar to sit for a session. He goes back behind the black curtain and takes a moment to himself...he looks at the comment again.

CC- "Very much indeed."


Inside Cameron Cross's Locker Room-

Prior to his tag match tonight, Cross is shown on the TitanTron with a mic in hand. The audience roars with approval over seeing the North American Champion.

CC- "Welcome to the much balley-hooed brand merger! Tonight, there is no more red brand...there is no more blue brand...what so now do we all become the black band? How about white? Grey is a neutral color. But the color or name of the damn show doesn't matter one tiny bit. No, what trult matters is putting on a damn show for the fans both here live tonight, and the tons of eyes glued to their High Definition television sets. Speaking of...are we in 3D yet? Oh nevermind. But before I speak about tonight's match. Let me get something off my chest, something that has been whispered and now apparently has found its way onto a sheet of paper for my eyes to see. And that is...this rumor...that Cameron Cross...is a glorified curtain-jerker."

Crowd boos as Cross adjusts the belt slung over his shoulder.

CC- "No, no fans...I'm not kidding...I SHIT YOU NOT. I have right here, the very latest FWA Power 20 Issue. And it says that even though I'm ranked 3rd, I'm still a glorified. curtain. jerker."

Cross doesn't look the least bit amused as he spoke those words with pauses for effect. He stares right into the camera with those ice cold blue eyes.

CC- "This is a message, for the internet forums dweebs, for those that don't know a toe drag from a damn hip toss, for the morons who work for FWA.com, and especially for the damn suits that run around here in the back and back at headquarters. Let me be perfectly clear...You can yap all you damn well please, but...if you're gonna call Cameron Cross anything..ANYTHING AT ALL...Let it be crystal clear what it is you SHOULD be calling him...A Champion. Successful. Downright entertaining to watch as evidenced not only by merchandise sales, but by the matches and the entertainment I give to the FWA fans EACH and EVERY time I go out there. Whether it's some no name that won't put his name on the Power 20 or Insider issues, to that washed-up ref Sterling. I don't care. When it comes to mentioning Cameron Cross...you mention Champion. GOT IT?!? Now...onto tonight's matter at hand..."

Crowd chanting Cam! Cam! Cam!

CC- "Tonight..tag team match, and look what we got here...the old duo back again...no I'm not talking about Sons of Liberty, or Devin/Ashley...certainly not Stu/Wolf...nope..it's Cameron Cross and Ryan Rondo back and better than ever!"

Crowd again loud with their approval.

CC- "That's right, the North American Champion, and the Young Lions Champion teaming up just like they did back on CrossFire to face....X-Division Champion Juan Lopez and some guy named Alexx. Nahh, I'm just kidding, it's the same 'fake bake loving' Alexx who's lack of intelligence can be easily explained by his underdeveloped brain. See all those heat lamps and UV rays cause more damage than they're worth kids."

Crowd starts chanting 'Fake Baker. Fake Baker.'

CC- "And because of all that damage, I'm gonna play a game, that even Alexx can surely understand...it's from Seasme Street after all. And c'mon Alexx, we all know you still watch the show hoping not to end up in the trash like Oscar the Grouch. But the game is called "One of these just doesn't belong"...Does the crowd know which of the 4 participants doesn't belong in this match??"

Crowd is chanting 'No Belt Alexx' *clapclap clapclapclap* 'No Belt Alexx'

CC- "See Alexx, even if you couldn't figure it out for yourself, the good people here in Southaven are nice enough to help you out! But yes, there's plenty of shiny gold in this match, and yet...you seem to be the one without. And you label me 'Lucky'...the only thing about our match that can even be considered 'lucky' is the fact that you were able to walk out of the damn match after hitting that damn cheapshot. But end of the day Alexx, I still hold the title...and you...are without. Now not sure whether you want to face-off again, or try your hand at a shot at Thomas Princeton and the World Heavyweight crown. Either way you decide to go, won't matter, because I'll never be too far behind even if you DO become World Champion. But if you choose to try your hand at me again at Trial by Fire, the only thing 'lucky' about that matchup is that you'll be lucky that I don't throw your ass in the fire BEFORE the damn Main Event."

Crowd resumes its 'Cam! Cam! Cam!' chant.

CC- "Tonight, Juan Lopez, tonight you learn that you're never the 'last man standing' as you put it last week. Tonight, you'll learn there are always other battles to fight, you are never the last. There will always be more to follow. More challenges that lay ahead. A lesson I had to learn for myself. But it has served me well as evidenced by this."

Cameron holds the belt above his head. The crowd for the umpteenth time roars with glee.

CC- "Tonight, the Amazing Ryan Rondo and Cameron Cross will do, what they seem to do each time we're teamed up out of nowhere...we come away victorious. Hate to inform you in case you were the last to know, but that's just what we do. No 'luck' necessary Alexx."

Cross goes to leave his locker room as the TitanTron cuts away from the feed with the crowd still abuzz.

[Dr Nash]

Scene opens up in a valley as the snow has covered the dirt. Winter has killed the life of the brushes there as all animals have disappeared. The mighty pines still stand becoming covered with snow becoming a snow ghost. The dark sky and the moonlight stand above the valley and the area. We see a pile of logs pilled with no snow on them making them recently cut. An axe smashed into a stump of a tree. Camera crew continues walking through and notices douglas fir trees covered in snow but have moss growing on them. There is silence as snow softly falls from the sky lightly. A raven is heard then flies away. The snow and brush underneath is heard with every step the camera crew makes. The camera crew continues walking into the valley as the moonlight gives off shadows off the pine and douglas fir trees in the area. They continue walking for a few more minutes until they approach a ditch. However after looking careful looking at it appears to be a man made trench. Suddenly a sound of a crow cawing is heard. The camera crew turn around to look at the crow perched in the snow covered douglas fir. Suddenly the sound a lighter flickering is heard then suddenly the trench shoots out a wall of fire. The smell of gas is very evident. The camera crew turn around and are startled badly from the explosion of fire coming from the trench. Suddenly we hear footsteps coming close to where the camera crew is as we hear an all too familiar tone of voice.



‘His wicked Highness, born from disaster, to dominate and to kill
A glistening, murder-machine; false majesty, standing perfectly still
A blitzkrieg; raining down evil on a mountain of black ice
Like a good ole fashioned beating within Inches of your life

Alone and left abandoned with the sentence you've been handed
All your angels will ignore you as your life flashes before you
Even still you keep on fighting through the thunder and the lightning
And now Heaven sends its love your sudden death from above

Once frozen like a prisoner depraved, perched high atop the lithospheres
Set free from beneath the depths of hell, bequeathing man nothing but despair
The beast is genetically programmed, time to destroy, time to go berserk
To see the end of all wars, to see the end of the earth’

The footsteps are heard louder as he approaches closer and closer. The sound of the frozen Earth crunching beneath him becoming louder and louder with every passing second. We see he is wearing white washed blue jean wearing a black leather jacket unbuttoned with a Black Sabbath t-shirt on. His long brown hair and thick beard. His cold light blue eye and unforgiving pure white eye stare at the camera. It is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. Slowly he begins speaking in his all too familiar tone of voice.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: So it has come to this. The world has truly frozen over and I hoped it wouldn’t come to it. However I knew it could happen. Carmine ‘Grim’ Reaper has become infested by lust and power. Choosing my brother to side witch is no fair exchange. [*Stu smirks for a minute then it disappears*] All you did was pick up his baggage. You’re guilty by association like I am for turning him into a monster. Your tempting fate young one he isn’t going to turn you into a puppet. He is passed that amusement it’s all about turning someone into a shadow of themselves. A complete one hundred and eighty turn if you would. Become corrupted and tainted with the vile of evil that he feeds and breaths on. I know it runs through his veins and he was bound to infect. [*Stu cringes*] Damn it! If only he stayed buried he would be neutralized. Everyone breathing wouldn’t have another thing to worry about. [*Stu stops cringing*] Carmine I know my brother and one thing you need to understand my friend is if Wolf is going to hell he will drag you down with you. He will have your sprit engulfed by betrayal. The only betrayal occurred to you was when Bullseye got green with envy and became jealous of Nemesis’ success. Bullseye hasn’t been seen in well over a year. Do you really want so suffer that fate Carmine? My words may give you guidance but the experience; the aftermath will prove I was right. Nobody is out to screw with you. You came to me to get Katie back but god damn they got a serious ass kicking. Open your eyes Carmine before you start running blind. That is my parting advice for you Carmine. I move no to the running blind to the running scared.


• Stu stares into the fire as the embers glow. He slowly turns around to face the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Thomas Princeton the man holding the gold has the targets coming from every direction. Tom you know you aren’t safe and I am not talking about myself. I am talking about my out of control brother. Despite what I said about him earlier he will eat you alive. I may not like him but it’s fact. Fact also dictates Princeton needs to wear a new change of pants when he figured who he was facing. He wasn’t facing a no name undeserving scum of the Earth Mark Reynolds. He found out he got to get in the ring with me. I have been World Heavyweight Champion four times from 2008 to 2011. I am his biggest critic. His maker if you would. I am the real test to see how this multi millionaire fairs against a former World Heavyweight. The title doesn’t have to be on the line to make me bite. Rather the chance to see how the World Heavyweight Champion will fare when backed into a corner. I may have beaten him over a month ago but Princeton’s got incentive now being a World Heavyweight Champion. He isn’t going to let anyone make a fool of him. [*Stu chuckles*] Princeton makes a fool of himself easily on a regular basis and doesn’t anyone but himself for that. Face facts Princeton your just a skinny white … opps I mean a skinny rich white boy that needs knots tied in his legs just so he has knees. Things aren’t that pleasant for you but you have a single saving grace. That single saving grace ain’t the fact you brought a spare change of underwear or pants. The saving grace comes from the match not being a World Heavyweight title match. If it was one on one with the belt on the line it would be mine [*snaps his fingers*] like that while making a joke out of you. However not a comedian nor did I claim to be one. The only thing I claim I am is sadistic wrestler but I have control. However you do have one other saving grace in this match.


• Stu stares into the blazing fire then slowly turns his attention back at the camera


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: It’s a tag team bout and you got one half of great tag team known as Aut Pax Aut Bellum that being Andrew Johnson. Andrew we haven’t been formally introduced but I already don’t like you. You may be brash but you need someone to put you in your place. You need a mortality check and you can bet your ass I will do that. You may I cling on to what I have done in the past. Well Andrew if I do recall you cling on to the past as well. Ain’t the kettle black eh? [*Stu smirks*] Well Andrew I saw what went down to Anthony and I am not impressed. Are you trying to show off how mean you are or how much of a bad ass you are? You want to know why bad asses don’t mess with those who psychotic and sadistic? The bad asses ended up getting scared ************************* from the whole ordeal. Look at my history Andrew do you really want that? Do you want to be even terrified by a mere knock at the door? Do you want to play Andrew because I know I want to? The people at home want to see it too. Temptation is knocking and I’m coming in Andrew. I been a hell of a single’s wrestler winning The FWA World Heavyweight Title along with the North American Title. My resume includes being a four time FWA Tag Team Champion. You got nothing on me son. Except being younger than I. Didn’t take long did it for Duke and Anthony to knock you down and here you are still standing like your ten feet tall. It’s time to knock you down a serious peg


• Stu gazes to the ground for a moment than looks into the fire for a moment. He slowly exhales and then turns his attention back to the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: It may be a tag match but I got a partner who is a World Champion of Fight Night Duke Drazin. He and I aren’t chums. We don’t watch hockey and a have a cold one. He ran me down with his mouth but years later we faced. I walked out the victor but both of us know neither one of us will be completely satisfied until we face off one more time. He knows how to brawl and one means power bomb called the Ice Plunge. He and I both know we ain’t tag because we are friends. THIS AIN’T FACEBOOK AND I AIN’T HIS FRIEND. Duke wants to chop up Andrew and I want to lay into Princeton. We both got our agendas. It’s all about figuring if the other one will watch our back. Duke can talk third person till he loses his voice I just want to make sure he is there. If he isn’t I do not have a problem taking on two men at once. [*Stu chuckles then smirks before he continues talking*] It’s not because I am fool but rather a way to remind people who I am. They need to remember I do bite and my venom is very much lethal. Bring what you want boys and I will bring the venom and hopefully Drazin will have my back. Watch yourself because something is about to eat you alive. See there.

• Stu spreads his arm to the side as the sound of a crow cawing is heard as we camera cut out with the fire burning and the snow silently falling from the dark moonlight sky.


End of Scene

[iMatt]

On Late Night with Jimmy Fallon....

"Late Night with Jimmy Fallon" has just returned from a commercial break, Fallon sits at his desk in a night suit as the crowd cheers.

Fallon: Welcome back everyone! Our 2nd guest tonight is the current world heavyweight champion of the FWA, Thomas Princeton here is a clip of him in action.

Fallon plays the clip from the last 20 seconds of the Mile High Massacre match where Tom became the world champion. The crowd cheers and Fallon claps as well.

Fallon: Please welcome Thomas Princeton!

Tom comes out to cheers as the crowd claps and the Roots play "White America" by Eminen as Tom shakes hands with Fallon and then sits down on the interview chair. Tom wears a nice suit with a blue and white striped tie and places the world title belt to his side.

Fallon: Welcome to the show.

Tom: Good to be here.

Fallon: So after four years in the FWA you are now World Heavyweight champion, man I remember when you first got started in the FWA.

Tom: It feels like a lifetime ago, I was so young back then I feel like. Ironically the first pay-per-view I ever was a part of was Mile High which you just showed a clip of from this year and the next PPV coming up is Trial by Fire which is where I sort of started to make my mark.

Fallon: I watched the latest episode of CrossFire and you are just killing it right now, you are really just mean to everyone. I mean you basically trash talked one of your best friends in the world.

Tom: Former best friend Jimmy. Former. He and I haven't seen eye to eye in a long long time.

Fallon: Think you two can ever be friends again?

Tom: It's possible, I wouldn't put any money on it though. Wrestling is a business and our friendship is no longer profitable.

The audience grimaces a bit at that statement.

Fallon: Ouch! But now you are world champion how does it feel?

Tom: I feel a bit like the coyote on Looney Tunes finally catching the road runner to be honest, as much as I've always felt I was the best and deserved the top level prize, now that I have it I feel...

Fallon: Empty?

Tom: Hell no, I feel good!

The audience laughs at that.

Fallon: Is there any added pressure now that you are at this level?

Tom: More pressure than every before, because everyone hates me now...well more than before because now they have to acknowledge me. So they really hate that, haters never like having to admit you're good.

Audience chuckles.

Fallon: It's been very interesting seeing your rise to this state do you ever think you may have made a decision that slowed you down towards getting to the top?

Tom: Oh man that's tough, but I supposed one thing I regret is a long term feud with The Sons of Liberty.

The crowd cheers for Sons of Liberty.

Tom: Oh shut up!

The crowd laughs at Tom's response, Tom himself can't even help but smirk.

Tom: Yeah I hated those guys, they were from Massachusetts like me and I just didn't like them and I spent way too much time trying to bring them down. If I had taken a moment to assess the situation I would have realized they were all the Herman Cains to my Mitt Romney. They were all going to drop out because of sexual misconduct. And by sexual misconduct I mean Bullseye and Nemesis were spooning each other in the hotel beds. Now I have no proof of that and I haven't even thought of that theory until just 15 seconds ago...

The crowd chuckles.

Tom: But it's possible.

Fallon: I'll write that down to ask Bullseye if he ever comes back on the show again.

Tom: I wouldn't bet on it, Bullseye has about as much chance of getting back in the ring as my opponents have beating me this week.

Fallon: Yes, this week you take on two big time wrestlers Stu St. Clair a multiple time world champion and tag champion and then you take on Duke Drazin a current tag and world champion. What's that match going to be like?

Tom: Well it's not the main event because of some ridiculous logic, but it will feel like it after you watch it. You will be checking your cable bill expecting to see a $25 added fee afterwards I guarantee it.

Some more chuckles from the crowd.

Tom: No truly it's going to be one hell of a match. Stu St. Clair he is one of the few wrestlers of all time I actually almost respect and Duke Drazin I've faced him before he's a creepy dude. I swear one day I'm going to turn on the TV and Drazin is going to be following some 6 year old kid into a kitchen and Chris Hansen is going to be waiting for him.

Audience and Fallon laugh.

Tom: He'll be just like "Hello I'm Chris Hansen with NBC Dateline, we're here to catch a predator I think we just found one."

Audience continues to laugh.

Tom: Nah he's really an unsettling man. And there is no denying his accomplishments, except the fact it took him like 5 tries and some help from an outside source to win his title you know compared to me taking on 5 men and doing it all by my own. So I think the scale gets weighted a bit in my favor on that one. Drazin is someone I have to stay on my toes for but in the end he has nowhere near the tag experience I do, and let's not forget I'm a former tag champion myself. If you blinked you would have missed it but I swear it happened.

Light chuckles from the crowd.

Fallon: And Stu?

Tom: Stu would never be on a show called "To catch a predator" He'd just be on a show called "Predator". Stu just destroys everything in his path. Dude is a maniac. Chris Hansen would come out like "Hello I'm Chris Hans--GAAAAA! You stabbed me!"

Audience laughs.

Tom: He's psycho man, but I'm a pretty tough guy don't let the suit fool you. I can take a licking, and Stu man he knows that too. I've beaten him in some pretty big matches and I consider this week to be a pretty big match as well. Stu has a great level of talent, but he's also getting old. I think he's starting to slow down to be honest and I'm just picking up steam. I think as good as Drazin is he won't work well with him. See I have Andrew Johnson one half of the longest reigning FWA world tag champions ever I feel very good about my partner I'm not sure how Drazin and Stu feel about one another. Time will tell, in the meantime I'm going to be beating them while they contemplate their navels.

Fallon: Heh, now you talked about this being a big match but it's also a big show. A Supershow am I right?

Tom: Yeah it looks like were going back to one brand now, at least for the time being. And it will be a Fight Night and CrossFire supershow airing this Friday so we want people to tune in, get the ratings up. Should be a fun program. My match will be the highlight so make sure to hold off on the bathroom breaks and take a sex break instead.

Audience laughs.

Fallon: What?! Ha! What is a sex break?!

Tom: Oh, that's when you're wife asks you to stop embarrassing yourself and just watch TV with her.

The audience howls with laughter event the Roots and Jimmy Fallon are cracking up.

Tom: What that doesn't happen in your house?

Tom smirks playfully as the audience laughs and applauds.

Fallon: Oh my gosh! Tune in this Friday at 8pm to the PWS network to see the FWA supershow. Thomas Princeton everyone! Stick around when we come back we've got the Ting Tings! We'll be right back!

As Late Night with Jimmy Fallon heads to commercials Tom shakes hands with Jimmy and the Roots play some funky music.

[DramaShark]

The white curtain flows into the room as a gust of wind invites itself in. In the large, all white bedroom, Chris Kennedy lifts the silken ivory bedsheets off of him and his nearly naked lover Sara "Spitfire" Wolf. and rolls out of bed as a draft comes through. Kennedy gets up and heads to the window to close it. As he looks out the window at the snow covered courtyard, his mind wanders. Thoughts of her, the one he drove away walking through the snow hand in in hand with a little boy, about 3 years old.

"Christopher" She says as the child runs off. He then looks further into the distance and sees who the boy is running towards, it's himself! Chris squints his eyes and tilts his head as he sees his doppleganger drop to one knee and open his arms as the child named Christopher yells "Daddy!" and hugs him. Kennedy is convinced that he is dreaming.

"Your son is beginning to look just like you, honey..." She says with a loving smile as he watches himself embrace her, his arms wrapped around her as their lips connect. A crack of thunder roars behind them before they fade away.

"Chris honey, come to bed" the voice behind him says as he comes back to reality.
"I'm sorry Sara" Kennedy says as he turns around. But when he turns around he sees that it's not Sara laying there, it's her. Yes her. Her caramel colored skin uncovered by clothing, only a skimpy purple pair of silk laced panties, her cherry red lips catching Kennedy's attention as well as her chocolate brown eyes above. The exquisite green emerald medallion around her neck is draped over her breast, hanging by a gold necklace that shines in the light. His eyes follow her long silky legs down to her well manicured feet, her bright pink nail polish matching her bright pink eyeshadow that is practically worn away after a night with Kennedy.
"C'mon tiger...Come back to bed" She says as she bites her lower lip. Chris enters the bed and reaches in for a kiss. The kiss is long and passionate, as if time around them has ceased, only starting again when their lips part. They pull away and Chris opens his eyes to see the woman in front of him isn't her at all. It's Sara.

"What's gotten into you?" She asks him. Chris pauses for a bit and just plays it off.
"Just giving you something your ex-husband was never capable of giving you" Chris says with a smile as he gets up, leaving a ear to ear grin on Sara's face as she watches him walk away.
Chris enters the nearest bathroom and heads to the medicine cabinent that is literally loaded with prescription pill bottles.The lables all read "Kennedy, Christopher yet all are quite distinct. Xanax, Lexapro, Zoloft, colonipin, percocet, vicodin, Kennedy has them and is on them all. But does he need them? The 14 year old boy who lost his mother to cancer is dead and gone, without his mothers hand to guide him Kennedy has evolved into a man that would have disgusted his late mother. But as with putting the likes of Rocky Creed and Bullseye Johnson on the shelve for no apparent reason, coupled with his obscene attack on the woman he loves, Kennedy has evolved into a monster .
He looks at the medication wondering if by not taking it, he will awaken the boy he used to be and not the force of evil that he is today.
Kennedy grabs all the bottles and opens each one, one by one, pouring all the pills down the toilet and flushing. He drops the empty medicine bottles and heads to the sink where he washes his face before peering deep into his own eyes via the mirror in front of him. As the water trickles down his face, he grins devilishly.



8:45PM, November 26th, Desoto Civic Center in Southaven, Mississippi

Chris Kennedy is in his locker room getting ready tonights main even, in which he will take on a man he has never wrestled, but a man he knows all to well as Kennedy's current lover is Wolfs Wife, Sara. He tapes his wrists up and looks at himself in the mirror, once more observing his face almost as if he is studying himself. It's as if he is examining the surface, trying to see past it and into what he feels is real. He then lights a cigarette and begins texting in his phone when his door sings open and the always beautiful Emily Gordon walks into the room. Chris smiles as she makes her entrance and stands up to meet with her. He greets her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, although the always precocious Kennedy would try for more if he his head wasn't fixated on one woman.

Chris Kennedy: Emily, so glad to see you....

Emily Gordon: Likewise, Mr. Kennedy. I was hoping we could get your thoughts on a few things for the Crossfire/Fight Night supershow....

Chris Kennedy: Supershow, eh? You know I have been saying since day one the FWA should just trim all the fat and merge brands. Well, it looks like someone close to Matthew Robinson wizened up,, I say someone CLOSE to Matthew Robinson and NOT Matthew Robinson because we all know he is too stupid and much too stuborn to carry out an idea like that himself. Thew FWA is not in a great place right now, but if we all work together we can make this place more exciting again. That's whatI want to achieve here, I want this to be fun and exciting for everyone watching,. I never thought we had enough talent to fill both brands but I am glad to see the powers that be finally caught on. Now we can get back to the way things used to be, when every match counted, every opponent was the competition, whether they had a belt around their waist or not.

Emily Gordon: Is there any truth that you are leaving the FWA when your contract expires in January?

Chris Kennedy: Well, at this point I don't think it's a rumor. I think it's a known fact that I hate the current state of the FWA and I think our fans deserve better than that. I think we, as athletes, deserve better than that. Things seems to be getting cleaned up a bit with the brand split coming to an end, but for me it's a case of "too little, too late". I'm going to do my best to make things more exciting in my last month here, and I promise you that on my last match here in the FWA, on my final night, I will beat Duke Drazin for the FWA title and I will leave with the belt. Now if you will excuse me, I have 40,000 Kennedy creeps chanting my name and I am going to go out their and adress them right now.

- Inside the arena, Chris Kennedy's music (The Deftones - My Own Summer) plays over the PA system and The Astonishing Chris Kennedy makes his way down to the ring accompanied by his "Kennedy Administration" (Joey Bones and Sara Wolf)
Kennedy enters the ring and Joey and Sara are right behind him. Kennedy paces around the ring for a few moments until the arena goes quiet.

Chris Kennedy: Ladies and Gentlemen, boy and girls, children of all ages. Join me as I dismantle the clown who was once married to my girlfriend, Adrian "I can't control the tone of my own voice" Wolf. The Angel Of Death, or so he calls himself. Wolf has issues and I want kick your ass but I have Sara over in my corner telling me to take it easy on you. She says to kick your ass, but not too bad. Well Wolf buddy, because I love having sex with your wife, I will adhere to her wishes. I'm very considerate in that regard. When we meet in the ring, just pretend I am your brother Stu so that way you'll lose quickly and I don't waste anymore time than I need to. Even though this is the first time our paths will cross in the ring, I already know everything I need to know to defeat you. You try to come off as this big ol' bad ass but in reality you are just a punk kid eager to impress his older brother. See, you aren't going to beat me because I need this win more than you do. When I leave this s---hole promotion behind me, you will be another one of my victims wishing they had never crossed my path. You see I am not afraid of The Big Bad Wolf because I already know your routine. You'll come out here, you'll speak softly at first and then when you try to establish your point YOU WILL RAISE YOUR VOICE AND TALK LIKE THIS! While that may impress the 7 year olds at home, it does nothing to me because as intimidating as you think you are, I leave particles of crap like you lingering in air the when I pass gas. You are below me and I am better than you in every conceivable way. This is not an opinion but merely the honest to gods truth. I am better on the microphone, I am better than you in the ring, I'm better inside Sara than you ever were and I am better at life than you could ever hope to be. I promise you that when the referee counts to 3 and raises my hand in victory, I will walk over your hair scumbag sack of s** Caracas and it will be MY face that you see looking down at you as EMT's rush down the ramp towards the ring, hoping to god that you are not now a paraplegic or maybe worse. And when that happens, you will join a list full of other former World Champions that have joined my list. Rocky Creed and Bullseye Johnson haven't seen championship belts at all in 2011 and they never will again and it's all because of me. Wolf is going to join them, I'll see to that. Thing is, you had Sara first, and part of me will always hate you, and I owe this to her to properly demonstrate who the better man is. Everyone knows how I feel on the subject, I'm the greatest human being to ever walk this green and blue rock we call a planet. But I know your greasy pizza faced mug will always be in the back of her mind and the only way I can take you out of her mind is by taking you out of her life completely. A Bittersweet Chin Symphony will connect with your face and your skull will separate from your spine, I will have taken everything away from you. Your woman, your career, your life. This is more personal than you may have realized.

Kennedy paces around the ring for a bit as Sara and Joey smile for the crowd

Chris Kennedy: And when I DO destroy that piece of s---t covered in hair Wolf, I will go on to avenge my loss to Duke Drazin. The bald headed nerd who got a cheap win in the main event at Mile High. I beat Duke Drazin that night, everyone knows it, but Duke somehow got the 1-2-3 and won the match. I don't understand it, I out performed Duke by a large margin. As far as I am concerned, the referees are in Matthew Robinson's pocket and I will get to the bottom of this. But if the FWA doesn't want me to pick up wins fair and square, than I will just pick up where I was in 2010 when I just took all of my opponents out of commission. I will beat Wolf, I will beat that piece of s---t Duke Drazin and I will leave the FWA on a high note, as FWA Champion, because I am every good as I say I am. I won't let Wolf get a cheap throwaway win like Drazin got, Mile High was a wake up call for me. The FWA Powers That Be will always try to control the show because they think they know what equals rating. So tonight, on the first televised FWA event since the brand merger, I will take control of the FWA by declaring Marshall Law. I am taking control and I am doing it by taking everyone out. Tonight, Fight Night and CrossFire come together and I was put in the the main event tonight to prove that I am and always was the best competitor between both brands. The Astonishing Chris Kennedy has already beaten everyone on Fight Night and half the guys on CrossFire and now thanks to the brand merge I have a whole new slew of victims like Wolf lined up who will come to associate my name with their demise. I am every bit of good as I say I am. I won't let Wolf get a cheap throwaway win like Drazin got, Mile High was a wake up call for me. The FWA Powers That Be will always try to control the show because they think they know what equals rating. So tonight, on the first televised FWA event since the brand merger, I will take control of the FWA by declaring Marshall Law. I am taking control and I am doing it by taking everyone out. Tonight, Fight Night and CrossFire come together and I was put in the the main event tonight to prove that I am and always was the best competitor between both brands. The Astonishing Chris Kennedy has already beaten everyone on Fight Night and half the guys on CrossFire and now thanks to the brand merge I have a whole new slew of victims like Wolf lined up who will come to associate my name with their demise. Wolfs loss tonight will send him in a downward spiral into mediocrity and it will propel me to greatness as I beat one of CrossFires top guys. With my dominance established and my role secure, I will rip through everyone else along my way on my way out the door. and everyone here has been put on notice.

The crowd starts chanting KENNEDY! KENNEDY! KENNEDY! which causes a smirk to form on the side of Kennedy's face

Chris Kennedy: It's all you, all my Kennedy-Creeps that have caused me to stick around for as long as I have. And you should all know that I don't want to leave the FWA, but it is what it is. I can not remain here and continue to outperform everyone but get nothing in return. I am better than that and you are better than that and wherever I will go I know you will all go because Kennedy=Ratings. I increased ratings when I came here in 2010 and the ratings will drop when I leave in 2012. Thing is, I have worked harder than anyone in here and I will continue to beat guys like Duke Drazin, I will beat Wolf and I will beat the entire CrossFire roster if given the chance, fact of the matter is I could beat everyone in my path and it wouldn't change anything. So I'm taking Sara with me and I am leaving. But Wolf, Wolf gets the unfortunate opportunity of being one of my throwaway opponents on my way to Trial By Fire.You know, one year ago you all would be booing the hell out of me and after a year and after every despicably insidious thing I have done, you all understand why I am leaving the FWA and you are supporting me on this, hell you are even coming with my me. FWA Management will tell you what they think you like, but your out here screaming your heads off, your taking it to messing forums and you write it on your signs that get confiscated at the door. "Eyensane For Champ", "Where are the tag-team titles", "We Want Juan", they all are telling them what you want. But you FWA management would rather market a bald headed red eyed twit with a 90's style goatee and a beer gut. Duke Drazin isn't where the money is, do any of you at all want Duke Drazin as your champion? [The loud noise coming from the crowed is inaudible, half cheers and half boo's.] Do you people want Wolf? Of course you don't want Wolf. He is the Kane to Stu St. Clair's Undertaker. Adrien, Adrien, Adrien.... You are a jobber to the stars, you are the back up brother to stand in for Stu when he isn't on TV and you do a damn good job being his number #2 and while I am sure you are a good number 2, I am a #1. Perhaps my associate Joey Bones may be a more suitable opponent for you Wolf, because as I have already established that I am of a much higher caliber than Adrien Wolf. So tonight, Wolf is going to come down to MY ring, he is going to shoot Sara and I a pair of dirty looks he slowly walks down to the ring to receive the ass beating of his life, hold on, I am going to do my Wolf impersonation for this one, I AM GOING TO BEAT WOLF'S ASS!!! AAARRRGH I'M GOING TO GIVE HIM A BITTERSWEET CHIN SYMPHONY AND DROP LOCK 'EM IN THE KENNEDY CURES AAAAARRRRRGH!!!
Hahahaha...but in all seriousness, I will do more than beat Wolf tonight, I will break him. I will break his body and spirit as his wife cheers me on. With each time I strike my fist into Wolfs face, Sara will get a little bit more turned on and after all is said and the done, after the smoke has cleared an the referee has counted 1-2-3, Sara and I will celebrate together in my hotel room as you lay in a hospital bed crying like a Wolf with it's leg caught in a bear trap.

Chris Kennedy drops the microphone and kisses Sara on the lips while Joey Bones holds the ring ropes open for them, which they exit through as the crowd cheers.

The End

[Wolf]

Wolf vs. Chris Kennedy

Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death. James F. Byrnes

The camera fades in, it's a crowded gym. Weights and mats surround a large ring, right in the center. A large man is running the ropes while a crowd of on-lookers watch around the outside. A few people are curling free weights, others are just standing there, bottles of water in hand. Large footsteps pound on the canvas, loud enough to be heard over the mulling crowd and clanking weights. The enormous scarred and tattooed frame slingshots off the nearest set of ropes, throwing himself in the opposite direction as long black hair trails behind him. Sweat is slung at the crowd. The Angel of Death was working hard, getting ready for what he'd been considering a potential milestone in his career from the moment he saw the booking sheet. A chance to show his power to both Fight Night and Crossfire on the verge of new era? It was a no-brainer. Time to hike up the pants, tighten the belt and get to work... Especially since it was none other than Chris Kennedy.
As he slung off the other side, he thought how this opportunity couldn't have come at a better time. It was a chance to throw himself head-first back into his trade... Administering pain to anyone placed before him, to anyone in the way. Using his frustration to fuel the rage that constantly burned deep in his chest. Chris Kennedy was in the way and Wolf had plenty of frustration to fuel the fire. Everything just seemed to click. That didn't mean he could take Kemmedy lightly, though. If anyone could get one over on Wolf, it was Chris f*cking Kennedy.... It was the reason he had to throw everything at Kennedy. Pull out all the stops. For one night, Chris Kennedy was combination of Stu st. Clair and Thomas Princeton. In Wolf's eyes: on Supershow, he's in a match for World Title. Visualize and conquer...
It was then he noticed the camera. Were they early? It didn't matter. Quickly pivoting his back foot, Wolf switches direction. Three more large steps and a hop, he was on the second turnbuckle, looking down on the camera crew. It was an agile move for a man of his size. He knew it and so did the crowd, hushed murmurs and a little applause showed they were impressed. The Angel of Death gives the crowd a wave, then motions to the camera crew to come up the steps and into the ring. He drops to the canvas and the crowd begins to disperse. The exhibition was over, time to get back to work. Walking over to a duffelbag dropped in a corner, The Wolf dips in. His hand coming out with a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He pulls one out and lights it as he walks back to the crew. Leaning against the ropes, Wolf looks into the camera and exhales...

Wolf: I've had my eye on Chris Kennedy since before he even came to the FWA. Like the rest of the world, I watched his ongoing war with Bullseye Johnson with great interest. I saw the depths to which Chris Kennedy was willing to sink just to get the advantage, the levels of depravity he was willing to go to in order to get what he wanted. I saw everything...his talent, his mannerisms, his drive to succeed. And when Mile High rolled around, I believed it was his time to shine. But it wasn't. -he shakes his head- It wasn't because this wasn't the same Chris Kennedy that had exploded into the company some months earlier. Gone was the focused, determined individual that had blazed a trail through everything in front of him. Absent was the killer instinct that finished Rocky Creed and ended the career of Bullseye Johnson, when was so close to win the big one. The REAL Kennedy wasn't there. He was gone...absent...replaced by some cheesy talk show host. Replaced by a man who ran both hot AND cold on a weekly basis, a man who was WITHOUT a killer instinct! The fire that had burned in him was gone, extinguished. -he pulled a face- I looked at Chris Kennedy and I was no longer impressed. In fact, I was downright sickened by what I'd seen. But I'm a patient man. I was willing to wait until opportunity rolled around and when it did, I were ready to stand and deliver

Half a smile cracks. Another drag off his smoke. He exhales as he begins...

Wolf: He was once one of the most intriguing prospects to come to this company in a long time. Gifted in the ring, extremely intelligent out of it and most of all, he knew how to use BOTH to his advantage. But after losing to Duke Drazin, I watched as the Astonishing one devolve into something that sickened me. I listened to his excuses for coming up short. Moaning and refusing to renew his contract all too content it seemed on simply collecting a check from the company. -he scowled- Whiner...complainer...CON TENT. It's time for Chris Kennedy to become the man he was meant to be all along! Either a predator, swimming the waters of the FWA...or just another victim for me to devour without a second thought.

Wolf points an accusing finger at the camera, his cigarette is held between it and his middle finger...

Wolf: You're scared. You're real scared and you have absolutely no idea what to do. You don't even trust your outstanding abilities... Why is it, that just when I think you're gonna shine, you sh*t. You make absolutely everything rediculous... You want it all right now, and you don't f*cking care how bad you hurt yourself along the way... I'm not talking physically... You're a fucking joke. I know that it seems like I'm just running you down... But I'm not. I'm telling it like it is... I'm calling it as I see it. That is all I've ever f*cking done. YOU ARE A F*CKING TALENTED WRESTLER , YOU CAN BE MORE THAN JUST THE NEXT BIG THING, NIMROD! F*CK YOUR RESPECT, I DON'T NEED IT! SAVE IT FOR YOURSELF AND WEAR MEN'S PANTS TO THE RING ONCE AND A F*CKING WHILE! AND SIGN THE F*CKING CONTRACT, PRIMA DONA!

He takes something from his pocket a picture of Sara "Spitfire" Wolf and himself at some function. They were kissing, a smile curled on the corners of their lips as they touched, both were giving the photographer the finger. Wolf stares at the picture, his eyes betray anger, frustration, rage... And longing. It was no secret, he missed her. Noticing the camera, he turns his attention away from the picture. He doesn't hide it, he doesn't move it, he just turns to the camera. His whole attitude changes... He was all business.

Wolf: Nothing bothers me... My heart is truly as black as I've claimed.. Why? Because Chris Kennedy is the yin to my yang. It makes me feel like G Rich, for all his bullshit, still takes me seriously. Which is good. Because G Rich knows that to put Kennedy and Wolf in a match of this caliber will increase everything from ticket sales to dot-com hits. Shit, most of you are watching this online right now. So you've already proved me right. This is a Pay Per View caliber match, on a Pay Per View caliber card, in a Pay Per View caliber city. Everything is falling into place. The stage is set. The players are ready to take the stage. The only thing better than Wolf and Chris Kennedy fighting in the Main Event? Is Wolf and Kennedy fighting for The World Heavyweight Championship. But I gotta believe that the match wouldn't go any differently.



WE'D STILL TEAR THE ROOF OFF, WE'D STILL BLEED BUCKETS OF BLOOD, WE'D STILL GIVE ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY PERCENT NOT TO THOSE PEOPLE, NOT TO THIS COMPANY, TO ONE ANOTHER! IF ANYONE OUT THERE THINKS THAT THE F*CKING ANGEL OF DEATH IS GOING TO LOSE FOCUS TONIGHT, IF ANYONE THINKS THAT THE F*CKING ANGEL OF DEATH IS GOING TO ACCEPT ANYTHING BUT ABSOLUTE VICTORY, YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR F*CKING HEAD! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THE F*CK YOU'RE FIGHTING DO YOU? A GUY PAST HIS PEAK, A GUY JUST REACHING IT, OR A GUY THAT DOESN'T GIVE A F*CK ABOUT THE PEAK AND JUST RIPS AND TEARS HIS WAY THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN. YOU'RE FIGHTING A MAN WHO HAS TOTALLY SNAPPED... YOU HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THE STATE IN FWA ? I'VE HAD ENOUGH! F*CK YOU KENNEDY!


His cigarette dangling from his lips, Wolf makes a fist with both hands. He pounds them together...

Wolf: YOU'RE THE BEST AND BRIGHTEST FWA HAS TO OFFER! YOUR NAME IS KNOWN AROUND THE WORLD! THERE ARE ACTION FIGURES OF YOU, YOU'RE IN AT LEAST ONE VIDEO GAME! YOU MORON! YOU HAVE SO MUCH GOING FOR YOU THAT THE POTENTIAL GREATNESS IS COMING OUT YOUR F*CKING EARS! I WILL END THIS IF GIVEN THE CHANCE! I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO QUALMS ABOUT DESTROYING YOU! I HAVE NO PROBLEM DOING ANYTHING TO LEAVE A SCAR, BREAK A BONE, CREATE A LASTING INJURY... ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU REMEMBER THE DAY YOU CROSSED ME! I WILL DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HURT YOU! I... DON'T... F*CKING... CARE... ANYMORE! ALL I WANT IS SUCCESS, GLORY AND A PLACE IN HISTORY. FAMOUS OR INFAMOUS, IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME! YOU DON’T WANT TO RENEW YOUR CONTRACT? FINE! IF YOU'RE AFRAID, DON’T SHOW UP! IF YOU'RE UNSURE OF YOUR ABILITIES, DON'T SHOW UP! IF YOU FORGOT THE RIDICULOUS AMOUNTS OF TALENT YOU POSSESS, DON'T SHOW UP! JUST QUIT BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE OR YOU WILL BE SLAUGHTERED! PLAIN AND SIMPLE!! I AM THE MEANEST, I AM THE BADDEST, I AM ONE OF THE MOST SADISTIC MEN IN THIS INDUSTRY TODAY! If... IF... Chris Kennedy gets one over on me tonight. He's not going to do it with a smile on his face, he's not going to want to go out and drink to the next step, he's not going to even be able to walk out of that ring without a slight stumble to his step, if he can walk at all. Tonight we pull out all the stops.



Wolf takes a drag off his smoke, exhaling as he says


Wolf: So put the kids to bed early, grab a beer, sit back and watch one of the most beautiful and violent displays to ever grace FWA. And tomorrow? When you people go to work... You will have something to talk about. How Chris Kennedy almost had it, almost... But he was just half-a-step short of victory. And Chris? When I get you vertical, when you're looking down at the mat, just before I drop you with a Final Howl... You'll have learned something. You'll have learned that hunger is always enough to put on The Match of The Year, but not always enough to walk away with it.

Wolf takes a drag off his smoke, exhaling as he says:

Wolf: I'm bringing the pain caused by Sara tonight, everything I have. Do yourself a favor, Chris. Take some time for yourself. Find a nice comfortable place before the show and smoke yourself right into oblivion. Because you're not going to want to be able to feel the pain that I am going to inflict on you in that ring. Because it's nothing like you've ever felt before in your life. And all the rags-to-riches stories, all the analogies and all that nonsese of yours? It won't mean a damn thing in the face of the Beast when I got you trapped in the corner and those vice-like hands are wrapped around your throat squeezing the air out of your body! Nobody is coming out to help you when I start to crush the life out of your stoned out carcass and the dim light inside your brain starts to go out permanently! And that's because nobody...NOBODY... wants to be the one standing in my path of destruction. I am Hell on earth, a creature bent on pure destruction and domination of anyone and everyone in his path. And trust me when I tell you this, Chris...you don't want to be standing in Hell's way. But unfortunately for you, that's exactly where you'll be come Supershow

Wolf takes a drag off his smoke, staring deep into the lens, the fire burning behind his brown eyes... All business. He exhales as he says:

Wolf: Last week I said that I am going to go back and I beat my number one rival in this company. Later I may come back for Sara, who knows. This week Chris Kennedy... TAME THE BEAST!!!

The camera stays fixed on Wolf's face as it fades to the FWA logo. The logo is held for only a moment before it too fades... To black.