Promo Thread 12/23/11 Fight Night

[iMatt]

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EXTENSIONS:
Dinorah Redgrave
Mustang Maddie
Saddle Sally
Joey Ortiz
JoJI
Zaire Wyoming
Thomas Princeton
Chris Kennedy
Ryan Rondo
Wolf

[tmnt316]

The FWAtron flicks on and Drazin comes into view. He’s just standing around backstage staring at the camera. He shrugs and gives a sigh before instantly running his mouth.

DRAZIN: “Princeton and Kennedy! What do these two schmucks have in common? They are both losers. Kennedy is too busy whining about the poor filthy whore. Princeton is too busy buying people off to compete in matches. Both are nothing but lazy little shits. Princeton has done what since winning his ass wiper? Throw some bills at a couple of hookers? Wow! Bravo Prancer. Did Dasher and Dancer have a fun time sucking your dick? I’m sure you really enjoyed it too huh? Plus you probably liked the way those reindeer nibble. Drazin has no time for any of this shit. The only one in the whole damn match that is worth a damn, besides Drazin of course is that nutjob fleabag Wolfie. Then again he lost to Prancer so I guess he can’t be worth that much. Plus he has to have lackeys join him now. Drazin has to take that back. No one else in this match is worth a damn. Plus it’s a damn tag match. Is that all you Piss Pot Place idiots can think of? You whine and bitch trying to take Drazin’s ass wiper away, yet you keep putting Drazin in stupid ass tag matches. Well you know what? You’ll have to go out and buy a new ass wiper, because the only way you are getting this one is if Drazin gets to shove it down your throat and watch as you choke to death on it.”

Drazin’s eyes flare up and begin to glow red, as he gives a dead stare into the camera.

DRAZIN: “So Prancer you little rich bitch. You put no effort into a match and then buy your way out. Why the bleep should Drazin give you the time of day? Answer, Drazin shouldn’t. You only won the ass wiper because everyone else was either dead or distracted. You couldn’t win on your own, that has been proven time and time again. So bitch about Drazin taking forever and blah blah blah but Drazin did it in half the time of you, if not more so. You little spineless coward. You couldn’t beat your way out of a plastic bag. Notice Drazin said plastic because Drazin knows that a little rich bitch like you has to stay in the one percent. After all, doing away with the plastic bags will cut into company profits and a rich bitch like you or maybe even you, can’t have that huh? The rich bitches have to stick together. Drazin hopes all that dough of yours can wrap wounds well because that is all it will be good for when Drazin kicks your ass. Unless you hide behind the fleabag once more. Or go whine and pay off some little duo because you are such a pansy ass little bitch. That is all Drazin has to say about a punk like you, nothing but a booze hound in wolf’s clothing.”

Drazin shakes his head in disgust and then smiles a bit.

DRAZIN: “Wolfie you nut job. Drazin had such fun laying your old fling out in the middle of the ring. Watching her lie there helpless gave Drazin a nice tingly feeling. She really got Drazin into the Christmas spirit. Maybe next time Drazin will give her a good heave ho before Drazin drops the hoe on her head. Ohhhh wait! That is Kennedy’s job. That has to hurt the ego huh Wolfie? Losing her to a squeal mark like Kennedy. Poor pitiful Wolfie, got shown up by Drazin on his big night and got shown up once more when you couldn’t even hold onto your ass wiper. Such a waste, Drazin is surprised you haven’t invited Port a Pottie to join your little group. After all the shit smell is already pretty bad, what’s a little more? Go howl to the moon Wolfie, maybe that imaginary man up there will hear you and give you a flea bath. At least that could end some of your suffering. You can bring all your groupies with you, but it won’t help. The Great Sink Hole Siege couldn’t stop Drazin and three little pitiful punks like you will never stand a chance of cutting Drazin’s toenail off. But Drazin will let you try and then shove it down your throat. Godly toe jam would suit you well. Who knows, it’s probably a better meal then you’ve had in years. Eating out of those garbage cans can truly take its toll on the human mind, wait! You have to have a mind first. No one with one would ever team with two useless clowns, let himself be used by his poor big brother and let his woman get stolen by a little squeal mark. Do a nice trick for us all Wolfie and just drop dead already.”

Drazin stops his rant and fakes a yawn before continuing.

DRAZIN: “Kennedy, why the bleep would anyone put Drazin with that self-destructive dick head? Can you fathom that sports fans? This piece of shit is about as good of a partner as the ring post, hell toilet paper at least has a purpose. All Kennedy can do is rant and rave about how great he will be, when he can’t do a damn thing to prove it. Blah blah blah I beat Drazin blah blah blah. But did he beat Drazin without the little Great Siege? Ummm nope. Did he beat Drazin for anything significant? Ummm nope. So who really gives a damn? Maybe that little voice coming out your ass, but then that, like you, is mostly gas. The stench that emits from you could clear this whole arena. Kennedy hasn’t done a damn thing but supposedly knock up a whore. Wow! That takes skill indeed. Drazin supposes popping that Viagra pill helped a bit huh? Kennedy, you can go bleep yourself. Drazin hopes you take it literally and try to bend around like a mutt and give yourself a lick too because then you’ll break your neck and Drazin won’t have to deal with a little squeal mark like you anymore. You are nothing. Drazin will kick your ass and leave those other two clowns to fight it out. Bleep you! And bleep this match!”

Drazin curls his nose up in disgust and begins to turn away from the camera.

DRAZIN: “The fleabag will put to sleep, the rich bitch’s stock will plummet and the squeal mark will be smeared across Drazin’s boot. Merry Christmas and a ho ho bleeping ho.

Drazin storms off, heaving every crew member out of his way that he comes across, as the FWAtron finally flicks off.

[carter007]

"Hate Me Now" hits the PA system as the crowd rises to its feet to see Crossfire Great Siege member Xavier Xander Xerxes makes his lavish entrance to the arena flanked my his attorney Butch Dickerson. Xavier is clad in his ring gear with a "Great Siege" merchandise shirt as he taunts the fans on his way to the ring.

He grabs the mic and soaks in the boos before handing it to Butch to do his introduction

Butch: Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to a god among mortals, a man of ethics, a pillar of integrity, and the man who will soundly defeat Devin Golden right here tonight with Carmine, Xavier Xander Xerxes!!!!!!

The arena responds with loud jeers and boos as XXX takes the mic

XXX: There was a time when I was considered the fastest rising star in the FWA, the hottest free agent on the market. I had made an impact in the FWA and when Devin Golden reached out to me and offered me a chance to be a member of the Great Siege, of course I took the opportunity. I took that chance because I was under the impression that my membership would lead to championship gold and prestige, but that turned out not to be the case.

Butch nods his head in approval and claps his hands in support

XXX: He had two of the absolute best talents on the roster with me and Carmine and he nearly ruined our careers and ran us into the ground. So we took the most logical approach and cut the weak link out of the group, and Devin had to go. And trust me, I took pleasure in beating Devin into the ground, and more importantly I am the sole reason why Golden is not the World Heavyweight Champion!

Butch and XXX do a chest bump as the audience continues to boo

XXX: Now that Wolf has been added to the equation, the NEW Great Siege is more cohesive and more dominant than we ever were under Golden's leadership. We do what we want, when we want, to who we want. As a matter of fact, I was telling Butch earlier that I was actually getting tired of kicking Golden's ass every other week. The man that you people cheer for is not the man he once was. Carmine and I will prove tonight that we are the better men and that Devin Golden is just a shell of his former self.

XXX chuckles to himself as GOLDEN chants echo throughout the arena

XXX: The funny thing is, I used to be just like you people. I used to believe in Devin Golden, I even used to cheer for him. But when I joined the Siege, I realized what kind of man he really was and it disgusted me. Devin Golden is selfish, arrogant, ignorant, and was willing to sacrifice anything or anyone to regain the World Championship. If anything, you people should be on your feet and cheering for Carmine and I because we had the foresight to abandon the sinking ship that is Devin Golden.

Xavier mouths off to a fan in the front row before continuing

XXX: You will see the end of Devin Golden tonight. Carmine is as vicious as they come and I've already beaten Golden before for all intents and purposes.

XXX stares into the camera

XXX: I hate you Devin Golden. You nearly ruined my once promising career. You cost me my X-Division title. You failed as a leader and are a failure as a man. Tonight Carmine and I will put you in your place and show you that your time is up!

Xavier drops the mic and exits the arena with Butch.

[iMatt]

Inside a Bed Bath and Beyond...

Saddle Sally wears tight jeans with a flannel print open jacket as she walks through the aisles of Bed, Bath and Beyond. She is alone at the moment as she browses through the products.

Sally: Decisions, decisions.

Sally scratches her scalp. Zaire Wyoming wearing a brown leather jacket, cowboy hat and dark jeans rushes up holding queen sized pillow sheets.

Zaire: How 'bout these hun'?

Sally: That's about right, the king sized pillows were a bit too clunky, these have a nice little print on them. But if I'm bein' honest with myself most of the crowd ain't gonna be lookin' at the designs of my pillowcase.

Zaire: Yeah, I reckon' they won't. Perhaps they would prefer to know what kind of thing yer' gonna be wearin'.

Sally looks into the camera.

Sally: It's a Christmas red thong with a little snowflake on the front.

Sally giggles.

Zaire: You ain't ever done this match before have ya'?

Sally: I'm pretty sure the FWA has never had this match 'fore. But eh, the times they are a changin'. It's gonna be a sexy match I suppose one the men will drool over, I'm not really into it fer' that. Men check women out no matter what they are doin'. It's in their nature.

Zaire: And women aren't the same way?

Sally: Well were certainly better at hidin' it when we do it.

Zaire: Can't deny that.

Sally: Now this here Jennifer Sky, she's an interestin' woman. Not sure what to make of her, she looks like cheap whore but carries herself like a callgirl. It's like if Julia Roberts had even worse fashion sense in Pretty Woman but didn't look quite as good.

Zaire: Ya' gotta admit she looks good from the back.

Sally: So do cows, ain't no thing to me. Now I ain't callin' her ugly, I'm just sayin' she's white trash. Not that I look down on white trash, but I do call it how I see it. This ain't no wrasslin' match this is a peep show, and it's gonna be there to bring in ratings fer' the show. What's a woman to do? I guess try and be as respectable as possible while helpin' the men pitch a tent.

Zaire: without Gabrielle wrestlin' someones got to do it.

Sally gives Zaire a quick glare.

Sally: Mind yer' tongue hun'. Jennifer Sky is simply an opponent this week, though I do admit a bit of excitement facin' her for the very first time. Even if it's not a proper match I reckon' I can still whip her 'round a bit. These pillows can pack a real wallop. And it's still a traditional win by pinfall am I right?

Zaire: My cousin Matthew also told me ya' could win by spankin' a gal into submission.

Sally: Of course yer' cousin would invent this match, two snow bunnies on Christmas weekend spanking each other in skimpy outfits. It's a happy holiday for all.

Zaire: Don't complain, it's a match.

Sally: I ain't complainin' jus' again callin' it how I see it. And the way I see it if both me and Jennifer have to swallow our pride a bit at the very least I can make one of us suffer humiliation. And guess who it gonna' be? Yippie Yippie Ki Hi Yay Bitch!

Sally and Zaire walk on through more of the store as the camera fades out.

[King of Camelot]

Last week



1.2.3 the match is over, here is your winner Jennifer Sky. Jennifer stands over her opponent and the referee raises her hands in the sky. Jennifer walks backstage as the fans cheer for her.

BACKSTAGE

Jennifer walks towards Amy Duke, Jennifer stops infront of her, and smiles. Amy looks into the camera as Jennifer takes a water bottle, and takes a sip.

Amy Duke: So Jennifer your first match in FWA is over what do you feel right now?

Jennifer: Amy you know what I’m so happy right now, I couldn’t got a better start than this winning my first match her is so incredible. I’m not saying that this match was a hard one, I kind of crush that girl out there, so I expect that FWA puts me in a match so I can show the general manager more of me and what I can do.

Amy Duke: What about the fans?

Jennifer: The fans oh my god they where incredible no fans in the world can ever compare to them. They really cheered me in this match, and I can’t wait for my next match to put up another show for them.

Amy Duke: Ty Jennifer for this interwiev I hope to talk to you after you’re next match also.

Jennifer throws out a kiss to the camera before she leaves and walks off into the corridor. Raising her hands up in the air as the camera fades away.

The time is set

A dark cloud rushes towards the city. You see the lightning strikes the ground in the fields far away, and hear the thunder rooming in the sky. No stars can be seen on the heaven tonight. The rain starts to fall, there isn’t much activity in the town tonight, most of the citizens has gone home as the stores are about to close. A figure can be seen walking in the rain below, not in a rush it seems. The wind start to get worse the figure doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. Suddenly the hood blows of and we see now that it’s Jennifer walking down the street of Columbus, Ohio. Her hair flaps in the wind, she quick puts her hood back on, she starts to pick up speed before she goes inside the hotel door.

Inside the hotel room the door handle gets pushed down Jennifer walks in, she takes her coat of a, she switches the television on. The news channel alerts the citizens of Columbus to stay in a big storm is hitting the city in about 30 min or less. Jennifer lights some candles in the room. Jennifer goes to the bathroom and starts to wash her make-up off she looks in the mirror.

Jennifer: So this is Ohio, storms and empty streets, no party places because of the storm oh well seems that I have to spend the night before my next match in the hotel room alone with some wine.

Lightning strikes close, and the lights goes out in the city. Jennifer just finished washing her make-up off, and walks into the room. She grabs a candle light, a bottle of wine from the mini bar, and a book from her bag. Walking over to the bed she tucks herself in, pouring a glass of wine. The camera goes to black as she opens the book.

It’s time again

JoJo – Disaster cranks the speaker, and Jennifer walks posing onto the stage, the fans cheers. Jennifer wears a blue morning robe in silk. Signs with “Jennifer Sky” are to be seen all around the arena. Walking down towards the ring she exchanges hands with the fans. Jennifer takes the robe of giving it to a young guy in the audience under the robe she wears a pink bunny costume and black cowboy boots with starts on the heel. Jennifer goes in the ring and grabs a microphone.

Jennifer: HELLLLLLOOOO OHIO, are you ready?

The fans screams out and starts to chant: Yes we are, Yes we are.

Jennifer: Good, I’m hoping that this outfit is fit for tonight’s match. I bet I’m more sexy dressed than my opponent tonight, not that I know anything about her, but my darling Saddle Sally you can’t compete with my sexy looking outfit, you might have skills in the ring I have no clue of how good you are since I haven’t seen you in the ring, but be aware girlfriend that you don’t mess with me. I don’t know why FWA set this match to Pillow fight match. I’m not her to fight over some pillows. I’m here to show FWA that I will be competing with the greatest, and my darling you are in the way of my dream. Get ready to taste the moves of the Dayton Beach girl J-Sky.

Jennifer throws the microphone out of the ring and leave, he music cranks the speaker yet again, as J-Sky goes up the ramp and backstage, the camera fades to black.

[Smartmark]

Color Key

Pink: Liberty
Royalblue: Mike
Gray: Scenery & Description


We go from commercial to ringside as Flock of seagulls - Ordinary Man cranks the arena speakers. Liberty enters the stage first. She is dressed in black boots and a black skirt, and a green top. Right behind her walks Mike. He is dressed in wrestling boots, denims and a t-shirt with the text: I got this at Wal-Mart. He looks all around as he stumbles behind Liberty down the ramp. Liberty enters the ring first, using the steel steps. Mike takes a leap and jumps up on the apron grabbing the ropes. He almost loses his grip, making a big scene about it, waving his hands and making a face. But then he use the ropes as leverage and leaps over the third rope and into the middle of the ring where he poses.

Are you finished with your charades?

Mike looks at Liberty with a innocent face

Ok. Last week, you all got a glimpse of the future, when Mike beat Insanity. And this week will be no different. A Green Horn is still a Green Horn, no matter what his name is.

I'm actually gonna face Green Horn this week? Sweet!

No, his name is Bobby Thunder.

Hmm... Sounds like a pornstar to me

Can't you think of anything else than pornstars?

Yes I can

Like what?

Ehhh... Alligator hunting?

No!

Cow pushing?

No!!

Rasslin'?

Yes!

What about it?

You should start to focus and think about your match!

Oh yeah! My match! The one with The Green Horn Pornstar!

Don't let names fool you. After all, your name is Mundane

Yeah?! So?

You know what Mundane means right?

Yeah, it's an old family name, why?

Nevermind.... We have to move on. Last week, you all witnessed the future in professional wrestling when Mike took the big step and won his debut match. Don't expect anything else tonight either, as Mike will beat this Bobby Thunder and....

Mike brutally interrupts her, dragging her hand with the microphone in it closer to himself.

Blow him off?

Liberty and the audience comments on Mike's latest statement simultaneously

Eeeeewww! Eeewww!

Does everything you do have to be porn related?

No. It can be Alligator hunting, or....

Cow pushing or Rasslin', yeah. I know. And what did I tell you?

To focus on the Rasslin'?!

Ok, so get your act together and cut a decent promo!

Liberty forces the mic into Mike's hands.

I.....I..... I got nothing to say.....

Liberty stomps her foot in the canvas and screams

Aaaaargghhhhh! You're hopeless!

Liberty leaves the ring in fury, leaving Mike clueless with the mic in the middle of the ring.

I know you all expect a long speech about how I'm gonna start a revolution, and how I am the new hope or anything, cause you know, I am fourty years, after all. And if I don't promise anything, I might keep my promise. I'm not gonna stand here and babble incoherently for no reason, like that kid who won that reality show. You know, from Ohio. Between you and me, I think Liberty expect a bit more of me than I expect of myself. But hey, I'm not getting any younger, and look at her, I mean....Well anyway, I'm looking forward to see you all again this weekend. And until then. IF YOU SMEEE.....

He sighs

I'm not allowed to say that. Oh! Oh! I know something!

He makes ready to do the crotch chop, but stops.

Damn! I'm not allowed to do that either

He thinks for about ten seconds, then he throws the microphone over his shoulder and leaves the ring. The camera fades to black with Mike walking up the ramp....

[Maxxy the Franchise]

One Year to the End...

The Fatal Femme… in all her destructive glory. You can almost hear the screams of agony and the crackling of broken bones as the camera pans across her beautiful, destructive… deadly features. To think… this woman refered to as a “Poison,” by her manager, is a machine, ready to destroy the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, on the whim of the, much maligned, Shaun Maden. As the camera closes in on her, almost mysterious face, the rabid hyena cackling of that manager can be heard in the background. Slowly, the camera fades back out to reveal the Poisonous twosome. With a wide, sadistic, grin on his face, Shaun turns to his charge, Tiffany Reinhart.

Shaun Maden: Tiffany… our time… our moment is here. What has it been? Almost a year, hasn’t it? Almost a year since the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance pulled the rug out from underneath me, and tried to fire both of us.

Shaun turns back towards the camera.

Shaun Maden: Matthew… A demon shouldn’t make a deal with the devil, himself. One year… because you were afraid… Shaun Maden did in one month… you… or G-Rich… or Drew Jolsen… or Chris Stallings… or even now, Gabrielle… what you people haven’t been able to do in, literally… YEARS! So what do you… tried to vault me… bury me… make me tedious and unimportant! Tried to run me out of the promotion by attempting to make me some unimportant manager. I don’t know why… but still trying to be a company man… I brought in this woman right here. Tiffany Reinhart… Easily the next great superstar in wrestling… But what did you do… What did you do Mr. Robinson??? Because he was associated with the devil, himself… You tried… good god, you tried!!!!!… to make her just as unimportant as you were me.

Shaun starts pacing back and forth.

Shaun Maden: Maybe it was a favor for Gabby… or Jenny… maybe even Jillian or Moira… Or maybe it was because you have a hard-on for some cartoon character that shared the same qualities with Tiffany here… Or maybe it was just the simple fact that without me… even on their best day, your writer struggle to put out the same dreck over… and over again.

The maligned manager brushes off the thought and returns to his point, looking back towards the camera.

Shaun Maden: Whatever the fact may be…

Tiffany Reinhart: You made a joke out of me!

Shaun, though a tad surprised by Tiffany’s outburst, chuckles slightly.

Shaun Maden: *GASP* You see that! You see that Matthew, She’s not the glossy-eyed mark you were hoping to… “produce” after the show… You saw that… that’s why you FIRED both of us. Breach of contract, just because you had a problem with me… It’s really sad… I know this girl better than you, or any one of your brain trust could’ve cared to know her… She’s loyal… very loyal… And to think, if you didn’t try to fire-f**k her, just for being associated with me… I wouldn’t be here today, delivering this very promo, hyping our heated return to the FWA. And this week… is just the beginning…

Shaun looks down to the ground and shakes his head, almost in near disgust.

Shaun Maden: The poor bitch isn’t going to know what hit her… You see, this has been one year in the making, Matthew… Gabby… everything beyond this very moment, is completely on the both of you. I really don’t know what Tiffany is capable of, on her own… But tonight… her loyalty is going to be put on display for everybody to see… This is our game… our cause… and she is loyal to me, and me alone… Not you, or anybody else here… And to think…

Shaun unbuttons his suit jacket and produces his, and Tiffany‘s, contracts out of his breast pockets.

Shaun Maden: And there’s not a goddamn thing… anybody can do about it!

Shaun lets out a cruel cackle and Tiffany’s face twists into a sadistic grin as the scene fades to black.

THE END…









THE BEGINNING OF THE END…

[Stratusphere]

Alexx VS Zaire Wyoming VS JOJI
FWA’s Christmas Carol

The scene opens up on the moonlight shining up onto a forest with a little wooden house in the snow in the middle of nowhere. The house is lit up, but by the shimmering light we can actually deduce that the light comes from a fire. Finally, the camera zooms into the window until we actually are in the house. In it is a man sleeping. No one we actually know. The scene actually doesn’t look natural at all. The man is sleeping flat on his back with the covers under his arms revealing a blue buttoned shirt.

Narrator/Alexx: It was the night before Christmas, all was sleep and sound. The house was all empty and the belly was filled… But the lonely FWA fan forgot about his favourite show; because he was too busy celebrating his holidays with his friends… “But FWA won’t mind” the man thought. He will get the surprise of his life when he gets visited by the ghost of FWA’s to teach him a lesson.

Then, the noise of chains against the floor is heard. Poof! A ghost appears at the bottom of the man’s bed’s feet. The actor wakes up to see the apparition. The apparition is all white but we can still see through him. The ghost is the beautiful Alexx wearing a white Stinson, a red plaid buttoned shirt with beige pants. Alexx is wearing a fake ugly moustache on his beautiful face, but we can clearly see that Alexx is trying to be Zaire Wyoming. The man doesn’t know how to react to the ghost.

Narrator/Alexx: First came the ghost of FWA’s past: ready to teach him not to forget the important stuff. Zaire Wyoming, the cowboy from Wyoming ready to help him remember why he’d loved FWA.

Zaire/Alexx: Now, y’all! You shouldn’t do what you did! You miss all the entertainment of FWA, of Fight Night. The surprise the drama, and that’s what the wrestling federation are all about. Ya’know! Remember what it was all about? The FWA stimulates your imagination, your love. When you were a child I know you were watching me, you were the one cheering! You were so obsessed; it was all you could speak about. You were this crazy fan showing all around in all the signings. I remember having you in the first row when I won my first championship… Did I ever win any other? I know I was X champion once, but was that it about my career? Then, how come I’m still here? Does anyone really understand what I am about?

The actor opens is mouth to speak, because it’s supposed to be about him… but he doesn’t speak, hoping not to upset the cowboy.

Zaire/Alexx: I don’t even remember what I am about. I show up here and there, but I see less and less posters for me, I see less and less people with my shirts and other merchandises. Does FWAshop still sell any Wyoming merchandise? And since when I am not a Lieutenant anymore? Remember, when I was Lt. Wyoming. What happened to that?

The ghost finally sits on the bed. The ghost seems desperate.

Zaire/Alexx: But what happened to me? Does anyone even care about me anymore? I was part of the renaissance of FWA. And what about my Sally? Meh? It’s not the greatest night ever, right? And I’m supposed to cheer you up about FWA and I pretty much take out everything that’s been interesting about me, it’s more depressing than eva! But do you get where I’m going with this?

The actor shakes his head.

Zaire/Alexx: Well, me neither, I don’t even see why I bother to have a career in the FWA. I should only play agent backstage… But who am I to help you? I need some help! I need to find a new career opportunity; I’m a relic from the past. I don’t even deserve to stay on the main roster. I should come on some occasion for funny parts, but not as a regular. No one cares anymore…

Zaire starts sobbing before disappearing into the night. But the ghost from the past gets quickly replaced by the ghost by the ghost of the present: JoJI. Now, Alexx is all dressed like a soccer player, because that’s pretty much how Alexx sees JoJI. JoJI/Alexx is quite the opposite to Wyoming. JoJI/Alexx is jumping all around.

JoJI/Alexx: Hey! What’s going on? I’m the FWA’s present… I am JoJI, you know that new guy that quite like every other guy that came to FWA for a while… You know I’m either the new guy a bit green but super respectful… Or maybe I am the broody cocky guy that doesn’t let anyone step on his feet… You know you can’t actually remember or even know how to say it because you can’t remember which one I am, since I’m pretty much the same as the others! Noooooo? You don’t seem to seize me! What’s wrong? Is it the constant change, the coming and going? The changes all around, the thing no one actually understand? No? Well, let me clarify it for you! I’m the next door neighbour that was your friend, but something happened to me so I became the biggest bitch in the whole world. Maybe it’s the meeting of a beautiful woman or something that happen recently… or maybe that circumstance changed me for the good, made me fight for what’s good?

The actor looks extremely confused.

JoJI/Alexx: How can you not understand? It’s easy to understand, no? I’m the present of FWA. I am the new guy that’s arrogant but at the same time you can cheer for. How can I make it any clearer? I don’t see the problem, we’re freaking alike, there’s nothing to not understand, and it is the easiest thing ever… Ohhh now I see why you don’t wanna tune every week. It’s too much of the same; it is fun to have something more, something fun… But it’s not my fault if we don’t have any inspiration? How can we work like this? We weren’t train to think… actually I wasn’t! But I’m still nice? Or am I? What’s going on this week? I’m all confused, what’s going on?

The ghost flees using the door at the same time as the third ghost: the ghost of the future appears in the room. Now it’s Alexx, no disguise. He’s wearing white leather pants with a matching vest. Alexx walks slowly into the room without taking his eyes off the actor silently, which is pretty rare, because usually Alexx has something to say. Alexx then snaps his fingers, still looking at the actor sitting in his bed. Then something appears on Alexx’s shoulder: the world championship. The actor’s eyes lighten up and a smile appears on his face. It’s obvious why he smiles, have you seen Alexx, he’s so hot! And with the world title on his shoulder brings more mystery… Alexx then turns around and leaves the room.

Narrator/Alexx: And ever since that day, the FWA never got abandoned. Thanks to the ghosts of FWA’s past and present to giving a biggest challenge to the future. But everyone knows that the future always prevails.

[iMatt]

Inside a FWA arena....

"You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell plays over the loudspeakers and the crowd boos as Zaire Wyoming steps out in dark denim attire accompanied by Saddle Sally. There are some anti-Great Siege signs as Zaire lets Sally into the middle of the ring first. He follows and then grabs a mic as he begins to speak.

Zaire: Ya'll said that we were dead, that we were a thing of the past, that The Great Siege could never rise again. Our best days were behind us, that there was no chance we could gain the power we so desired, and yet here we stand now...and we're stronger and better than ever!

Boos.

Zaire: Oh shut the hell up! What ya'll gonna deny it? Ya'll gonna try and stop us? Reject the truth standin' in front of ya'? Like hell you will! Gabrielle is the General Manager of the FWA, which by the way is now one brand so basically we own everythin' sure we don't own Drew Jolson, but Jolson answers to Gabrielle and thus us! What about titles? Oh were workin' on those, despite the setback caused by that turncoat Chris Kennedy we're on our way to holdin' every major title there is to hold in the FWA and boy are they makin' it easy on us. This is our time to take what's rightfully ours...or better yet seize it!

Sally: And there is nobody who can stop us!

Zaire: Oh how true, not a soul, way I see it this is the beginnin' not only of our second wind but of the rise of somethin' so powerful, so monumental, so impactful that it will be studied by wrestlin' historians for decades to come and they will never be able to comprehend how so many strong warriors fell to The Great Siege as they gained complete control of the FWA and eventually the whole wrestlin' world. That's right world domination, domination of the rings that is our ultimate goal!

Sally: Who dares to stop us?!

Zaire: Not even the might Stu St. Clair could stop me! The Great siege is power manifested into flesh, it is somethin' now that can never be destroyed, it is a way of life. It is an idea, it is a philosophy and that is the beauty of it! You can kill all the elk you can get your hands on, thing is they breed so fast you can't squash 'em out. Not really that is. Sure we've had our setbacks I'd be lyin' through my teeth if I did not fess up to those but no group is perfect and we will only continue to get better.

Sally: So what about this week? What about JoJI?

Zaire: JoJI is a member of The Great Siege, ain't that beautiful? So even if say JoJI does win, sure I get a loss on my record but I still win. JoJI is the disciple of Gabrielle, and while our competitive nature will drive us both to try and win I gotta' say, we're just two buds out by the barn shootin' bottles if ya' ask me. We're both only gonna get better 'cause of this match. JoJI to me is an extension of Gabrielle to me, and I will treat him as such, but when that ring bell sounds there is going to be lightin' fast muscles comin' at ya' JoJI jus' like ya' were any opponent. Though I'm sure 'fore we have to come to that we could handle our little guest in the ring....Alexx...

Zaire turns to Sally they both share a sinister grin.

Zaire: Welp Alexx, we have faced several times in the past, I've won some you've won some. I reckon' yer' jus' about one of the toughest sons of bitches I've ever had the pleasure of wrasslin' and don't let anybody watchin' be fooled by your persona. You have persistence and intelligence in the ring few people share. That bein' said ya' should pretty much know that this ain't gonna be no Mexican standoff, no, no this is gonna be 2 on 1 rough and tumble, break bones and render you senseless kind of match. You will be lucky if ya're able to remember yer' momma's name after this all done.

Zaire and Sally laugh together.

Zaire: Ya' see Alexx things are not gonna be easy fer' folks like you. You are gonna be like a lamb to the slaughter a Great Siege slaughter to be exact. We are gonna beat you to a bloody Florida orange juice pulp! And we will laugh our heads off the whole time while we do it. And then after I'm done beatin' ya' down I might just yank out my cattle prod, been wantin' to use it fer' a while and shock ya with it? Sound like fun? Well either way ya' don't have a choice and I'm so gonna enjoy beatin' yer' sorry ass until the cows come home. Ya' see people this is the new age of The Great Siege, one that few will be quick to forget! This is what happens when you back us into a corner we come out claws sharpened ready to go fer' the kill. Yippie Yippie Ki Hi Yay!

Zaire drops his mic and exits with Sally as the crowd boos him.

[Engaged To Ouellet]

The Jackal of Juno Incarnate, the holy paladin, the blessed knight himself, her chosen warrior the man in a suit of sinew and muscle stands before the camera that would have once been blessed enough to capture the glorious presence of The Caramel Goddess. His appearance seems meticulously maintained such his Goddess demands, not a single short black hair out of place as his muscular physique is presented to the camera. The man born as Kieran Fotuali’I proudly stands in just a pair of denim jeans, loafers and a traditional Maori warrior headdress.

JoJI: Our Goddesses life is in turmoil…her wife, the divine Jennifer Ignito is in the hospital and the father of her unborn child to whom she had recently reconciled has distanced himself from the situation. But I will not waver, I WILL NOT FALTER. I have been dubbed JoJI for I am a divine disciple, a warrior of the Goddess and I will not let her down. If it is to be this way then I will be the one bright point in her life, I will make our Goddess smile with my glory, my victory. I will reward her love for me with success, I will make her proud, I will make her happy…and the world will watch.

I will do this against two men at once. Friend and foe alike…a man close to my Goddess in the Great Siege; Zaire Wyoming and the Sexxitant Alexx. Ally or enemy it matters not I have her will on my side and her will must be done.

JoJI smiles as the video fades to an end.

[Maddiemoiselle]

Mustang Maddie: Trial By Fire is going to be the biggest night of my career...of my life. It may even be the biggest night in the history of the FWA Womens Championship if not womens wrestling itself. 3 of the greatest female wrestlers ever, 3 matches but only one of them can leave as Champion. I love one of my opponents and consider the other to be a dear friend. They are both worthy challengers, women that I am proud to wrestle my last matches agaisnt. But just because the injury that nearly ended my career years ago has caught up with me again does not mean I wil lgo easily. I will give everything I have to retire as FWA Womens Champion, everything single ounch of strength, I will prove this tonight when I beat you both in one match!

[DramaShark]

Dinorah Redgrave

Dinorah Redgrave lays on her king sized bed, wearing nothing but a Santa hat as she snuggles up into her red satin sheets. The camera pans on her and she smiles wildly.

Dinorah Redgrave: Merry Christmas everybody! And what a Christmas it will be. An interesting one, I suppose, as only one day before Christmas Eve I have to face my two best friends. My manager and Over The Edge stable mate, Alana Allure, and my girlfriend/best friend Madison Lea West. I say that this will be an interesting Christmas because, well, when I beat them on Fight Night it should make for an time around the Christmas dinner table. "Maddie, I know I broke your arm, can you pass the mashed potatoes?", "Alana, I know I broke your jaw, would you like a straw to drink you Turkey?" hahaha

Dinorah turns to her night table and takes a sip of her champagne before turning back to us

Dinorah: Come Trial By Fire, I will become a 2 time FWA Womens Champion. Unfortunately, to do that I have to beat my baby Maddie who is hurt bad. But since she refuses to take time off for her injuries, I really have no choice but to go through her, and send her a message she desperately needs to receive, a rude awakening if you will. The FWA Womens Championship belongs on my shoulder, no one elses. No one female works harder than I do, and while Maddie likes to think she is the best of the best, she is just keeping my belt warm. tonight, on Fight Night this is not just some 3 way exhibition match, this is will be a shining moment foreshadowing the events of Trial By Fire where I will beat bot Alana Allure and Mustang Maddie. Neither of them have an ounce of the in ring ability that I have. Maddie baby, you are on borrowed time and it's time you give up the gun. Alana, sweetie, you know I love you but you are nowhere in my league. You are a great manager, but a shitty wrestler and I'd hate to be the one to expose this but it's really not as you leave me any choice. Neither of you have, but it's okay. When I beat both of your asses tonight, I won't go 100%, I promise to save you both some for Trial By Fire.

[The Full Time Shakey]

Christmas? Just another day to me, in all honesty.

‘A no contest last week, what does this prove? Does this show that we are equally matched or perhaps that they need others to help them? I have no idea, there is one thing for sure though, me and Devin had them on the ropes…’

The TV flicks off as Ryan gets bored of watching an interview he’s seen too many times over the past week. So annoyed that his match was interrupted when his team was winning, so annoyed at how little effort Devin Golden appeared to put in, just plain annoyed that he couldn’t prove to the world that he is still alive and breathing, better than ever infact. And, now, this week, he has to do it all again, with Cameron Cross, another one of these people who seem to be in good spirits with Rondo but again, Ryan wonders if he can trust him. Cross has his own title to worry about, and him and Rondo aren’t a team unlike the Cubans. Then again, Juan probably won’t have a title to worry about much longer if he keeps going the way he is. Ortiz however is the real crutch of this team, it’s basically a one man team and he is carrying them. Ah well, it’s Christmas, doesn’t feel like it though but I’m sure this weekend will be great…


Dan Rondo walks into Ryan’s apartment, without even knocking the door. He has a big Christmas present, although it is rather flat, but still big nonetheless. He beckons Ryan over and tells him to open it. Ryan unwraps the present, and stares at it in bewilderment. It’s simply a black suit with a black and gold tie, and with the initials RR on the collar. And also Dan has thrown in a free shirt, which happens to be a Dan Rondo shirt.

RYAN ‘Oh wow…’

DAN ‘It’s good eh?’

‘Yeah… I thank you for the free toilet paper that came with the suit as well, never knew you had your face on that stuff.’

‘Ryan, can you just not insult me for one day? It’s Christmas! We are a long way from home, Milo is with his family, can’t we just be a family?’

‘We could, but we won’t. You know I haven’t had time to get you anything and now I am going to have to spend a lot to get you something for this. I would much rather just get on life, Christmas isn’t Christmas anymore when you are on the road with the FWA all the time, I don’t see my family and I don’t think I will this Christmas but I don’t care’

‘Ryan, you don’t have to get me any gifts. I actually came over here to discuss something other than Christmas and good will and all that stuff. I want to talk to you about your career, I want to know what is happening.’

‘I don’t know Dan, I have a title, but should I have more than one? I find myself just floating in and out of relevance, it’s like I am just a card filler, I don’t know and the fact that I am facing the same opponents for the second week in a row just proves that there is nothing going for me really. I just want something to do in the FWA, I don’t want out, I love the place but I am getting fed up at the moment of not knowing what I am doing.’

‘Listen to yourself, can you not see? You’re being set up to be the first man to unify the Young Lions and X Division title, that is going to place your name in the history books, forever. And in the future, when all these young guys start up, they will all be looking upto the man who held that title first, who accomplished it first! YOU! Ryan! YOU!’

‘True, Dan, but what if I don’t? I become the guy who lost the unification, the loser. I am not a loser. I do not want to be seen as a loser. Sure, everyone knows I have my looks and whatnot but if a guy can’t win, he doesn’t get anywhere. I don’t see Juan as a problem anyway, I see Ortiz as the main problem here, the guy is a beast and has already got his hands on a title so. I don’t know. The guy is obviously carrying his team and if me and Cameron can’t beat him then I have no idea what is going to happen, Juan might gain a confidence boost, I don’t know.’

‘Don’t be stupid Ryan, you showed last week that you are more than capable of taking this Castro wannabe. He’s Cuban, he’s got nothing on us Americans and that’s the truth. We are proud, we should defend our land. Defend the FWA from this scourge. They shouldn’t even be here, they claim to hate us and America yet are on our land and stay in our country under our constitution yet moan about it all the time. Why don’t they just go home huh?’

‘It’s not about Cuba and America, Dan, it’s about the FWA. It’s about these titles. These fans get a great, they get to see four champions take on each other right now! And I don’t care about ending the Cubans reign of terror or whatever it is supposed to be. All I care about right now is giving these fans a show, but see, no one else in this match cares about it. I bet Cameron doesn’t give a damn about anything as long as he has his title and as for the Cubans? Well they two are too busy admiring themselves in the mirror, drinking Xyience, putting on some fake tan and oil whilst saying ‘Bro’ to each other every 4 syllables.’

‘Yes that is exactly true Ryan. Hence you shouldn’t need to worry about them at all! They’re a pair of duds who will be in the spotlight for a while but won’t have the energy to come back, you’ve proven you have the determination to come back over and over again. You are better than them! Plus, we all know you will be the one getting the ladies to watch this match. These guys are all duds but you and Cameron. You can easily win this match, you re the man Ryan, you always give them a show, these fans all lover you. You are the only one here who is focused on this match. Anyways, I think you should go and suit up, we’ve got places to be and you don’t have to worry about this match, it’s Christmas!’

‘Seeing as it’s Christmas, I will agree for once.’

Ryan leaves, taking the suit with him.

‘And Ryan?’

Ryan turns around.

‘A present you can give me is the W when you go out there, I have always been proud of you, remember that’

Ryan smiles at him before leaving…

[DramaShark]

Chris Kennedy sits near his Christmas tree wearing a Santa Clause outfit. Behind him, on the wall above the fireplace, are stockings for all the opponents he has beaten, with their names written in glitter and crossed out with black marker.

The first one says "Rocky Creed" on it. The second one says Bullseye Johnson, while others reveal several other names, such as Wolf, Eyensane, and Charon, but one in paticular stands out. The stocking is brown and green and full of shit, and it says Duke Drazin on it. Kennedy takes a sip from his egg nog as he sits near the Christmas Tree.

Chris Kennedy: Ho Ho Ho and a merry Christmas to all! I am taking time out of my very busey Christmas to cut a promo and I suppose it's only right that I spend a bit of my Christmas with all my KennedyCreeps, all my fans who demanded me on this day. And what does Santa Kennedy have for all the little boys and girls across the FWA Universe? Why let's go a head and take a look. The first present is for Thomas Princeton.

Kennedy reaches into his bag and pulls out a fake Rolex. The gold paint chipping away from the steel.

Chris Kennedy: Of course I could afford a real Rolex, as I am 4 times richer than that common piss ant Princeton. Tom, wishes he was Kennedy, pretends to have as much money as Kennedy and buys people off with IOU's. This fake watch is for Princeton, a fake man. See mine? It's real. I'm real. You? You are just a puss ass piss ant who was in the right place at the right time when he won the World heavyweight Championship. You haven't done a damn thing since but you still walk around with this fake swagger, this fake sense of accomplishment. Princeton, people are often comparing us to eachother and for the life of me I can not figure out why. You are not a man, your vagina is proof of that, you are just a confused, ugly woman who was too tall for the Womens Division. I will take a great delight in putting you down like the neutered poodle you are..

Kennedy reaches into his bag and pulls out another gift, a picture of him and Sara Wolf kissing on her birthday.

Chris Kennedy: For Wolf, a picture of his ex-wife Sara, spending her birthday with a REAL man. Wolf, it's YOUR fault Sara was attacked by Drazin a couple weeks ago and unlike me, you have done nothing to avenge her attack. I think you maybe even afraid of Drazin, which is pathetic. Since it's your fault Sara was attacked, I am going to beat your ass as badly as as I did a few weeks ago, when I nearly decapitated your head from your neck with A Bittersweet Chin Symphony. I could go on all day how much of a raving lunatic you are, how you talk to loud and too often, but I'll just do what I do best and silence you out there in that ring.

Kennedy reaches out into the bag and pulls out the final gift, a body bag for Duke Drazin.

Chris Kennedy: And this....this is for Duke, my tag team partner in tonights match. Duke, This bag is for Trial By Fire, because while we may be partners tonight, come Trial By Fire there will be a bloodbath, your blood on my hands as that referee raises my hand in victory, my shiny new FWA Championship draped over my shoulder. But tonight, tonight I will allow you to wrestle in my ring at my side, after all it's Christmas, the season for giving. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

[iMatt]

Inside a studio...

Thomas Princeton sits in a FWA studio room a poster for Trail by Fire stands behind him as he stands in a new navy suit looking into the camera. He holds the World Heavyweight Championship slung across his shoulders.

Tom: My subordinates tonight I am sending you this message to speak with you about my impending match at Trail by Fire and the main event match on Fight Night where I have been forced to team with "The Angel of Death" Wolf against Chris Kennedy and Duke Drazin. A task that I am actually looking forward to, you see because no matter the outcome I can make this out to be a victory for myself. It's a win-win.

You may be wondering how that can be so? How does this match play out? What is the scenario I am most hoping for? Well I can tell you that a flat you victory would be most impressive. See I'm the world Heavyweight Champion now on a brand with another respective FWA World Champion, there are talks that very soon the titles might be unified so a singular champion. An undisputed champion of sorts, if this were to play out it would be a good idea for me to set a precedent right now. So that Drazin slash Kennedy knows who is the superior champion that regardless of the outcome of the Trail by Fire match I will be the undisputed champion whenever the two belts must merge. As for Wolf having a chance, well let's not be too silly here, I'm trying to be professional and courteous but we all know what the result of that match will be.

Tom smirks.

Tom: There are other possible scenarios. For example say I were to lose the match but it was to be Wolf who takes the pin, well that is a very possible ending to the bout as Wolf could easily lose to Drazin and or Kennedy. Then on that slant it helps me because it softens up Wolf a bit before our match. And a loss on Wolf's side though slightly detrimental to me is still a loss to him, and at the end it does not matter if I lose a match, I wake up the world champion the next morning and that's what were all fighting for correct? The victory that matters is Trail by Fire, that being said I would still like to win this match. This is purely I admit for my own vanity, but it would be quite enjoyable to put the 3rd person lunatic Drazin in his place and knock Chris Kennedy down a few spots as well. Tampa Bay, Florida, the rash on the anus of America.

What good has ever come out of Tampa Bay? The last person I believe from that part of the country was James Sync. You want to know what Tampa Bay is also known for? Stripper capital of the US, now that sounds appealing at first, until you go to them and realize that strip clubs are not like the movies. For one thing the dental plans there would be considered uncivilized by even the British. Kennedy take it from someone who won the Golden Opportunity before and sadly did not acquire the title with it, you are pretty much doomed to fail, but best of luck. Not in our match of course, though luck would be a great asset against me. You'll need just about all of it in the world if you want to defeat me.

Duke Drazin another Golden Opportunity winner who met the same fate as me, you have been chasing after the gold for so long. Thirsting for it, lusting for it. How many matches were you in for the gold? Many, many matches. And yet it took you so long to win the world title, I won't deny my failures or try to hide them. But you see in my entire career I can probably count on one hand the number of world title matches I was in as the challenger and you would need an abacus. So who is more successful? The man who got it after only a few tries or the man who had to lose time after time and just kind of get....lucky?

Yes lucky, it's a word I have been using a lot in this message. Lucky. Wolf should consider himself lucky to be my tag partner for if I were facing him in any way I would destroy him, make him suffer, feel pain, weaken him beyond competitive spirit before our impending match. After all he would do the same to me wouldn't he, it's all about winning. I like winning, I prefer it. It suits me, and the suit does fit. Drazin and Kennedy you two are in for another massive failure tonight, you two can't work together to win, because while both of you like winning, you hate each other more. Do I hate Wolf? No. I just want to beat him, he's my opponent my current rival, an obstacle, a threat to my title reign. It makes him an enemy not Satan himself. And while Wolf does call himself a angel I'm resigned to believe he may be a demon. No matter, it is not of my concern, he is talented enough in the ring that if we do work together and I believe we shall we will annihilate the both of you, and quite easily I might. See it's win-win for us, but it's win-lose for you two.

Though one has to wonder what the strategy is in tiring yourselves out before what will be such a taxing match will be? This is a match were you literally have to set your opponent on fire, you two will be facing each other in that stipulation, wouldn't it make more sense to just lay down like the dogs that you are and just accept defeat. Why wear yourselves down more than you have to? Save it for Trial by Fire, let Wolf and I claim the victory we will achieve no matter what and be done with it. Don't waste your time on foolish pursuits such as a victory over me, you will be unable to obtain it. You will find my superiority most...unfortunate. And so now I leave you two with this message that I hope you do take to heart, it may be nearing Christmas time or it may be Hanukkah no matter what you believe and or celebrate but there is no melting in my hear for either of you. I am still just as cold, just as calculating, just as determined to at all costs retain my title and to also keep all those who may oppose me beneath my feet. You are and never will be any different. For my name is Thomas Princeton...and I'm better than you!

Tom chuckles and then exits off screen as the camera fades to black.