Trial By Fire Promo Thread

[Eyesnsane]

Time for some Allure



[The screen comes to life, showing Alana in a ring kickboxing against an opponent, dressed in red shorts with white trim, a red top, wearing red gloves, and whit tape can been seen to be wrapped around her wrists. She appears light as a feather as she floats around the ring landing devastating hooks, jabs, and uppercuts, which are all a prelude to a well timed lightening quick roundhouse kick that lands flush, dropping her male opponent. She moves back into her corner as the referee calls the sparing session to an end. Two people in her corner begin to take off her gloves.]

Alana: I started kickboxing when I was a senior in high school; I kept it going through college. As you may have noticed, it has done wonders to keep me in shape, but more importantly, it keeps me sharp, and very quick. Training with both Eyesnsane and Killemall, picking up martial arts from the both of them has helped me evolve to the next level in the ring. I tried to tell everybody I was not just another pretty face, that I was not and never will be a valet. I am a manager, a manager that is more than capable of multitasking.

[As her gloves are pulled off, one of her corner men steps up on the apron and sits on the middle rope while lifting the top rope, to allow her to easily exit the ring, where across from her corner they are still reviving her fallen opponent. The other corner person hands her a bottle of water that she accepts with a thank you as she makes her way down the steps to the floor.]

Alana: Maybe some took me seriously, and perhaps some did not. Sure, I pick up a win here or there, oh but then I got matches that made people start to pay attention. Just a couple of weeks ago, I faced one of my opponents for tonight, Dinorah. Let me say she did not go easy on me, she brings it each time she gets in the ring, but the result was the same, she lost to me. I got an opening, realized it and took it. Not to be spiteful, not even to prove a point, but because it is what we train to do.

[As she is walking through the gym she passes a stack of towels and grabs one taking a moment to wipe off her face and neck, that was just a moment ago glistening in the lights, making her skin really look as if it’s bronze.]

Alana: Tonight, I will face a friend and an Over the Edge member, and my client. A woman that I know better than most other people I could get in the ring with. I have come to know her hopes, dreams, thoughts, and feelings. Yet, as much as I understand her, I am quite sure she understands me as well; never the less, I must defeat her tonight.

[The screen fades to black, and when it fades back in Alana is seen on an elliptical machine, keeping a quick and steady pace, her breasts heavy and bouncing with the movement, although they are restrained within a sports bra and spandex top.]

Alana: I have come a long way in a short time, I was very green, as they say in those first couple of matches, and I even lost to a woman that had to go to rehab. However I have done nothing but improve since then. Getting my in ring career of the ground, managing two champions, that resurrected their respective divisions, all while steering the direction of the FWA’s premiere stable, but all of that was just an appetizer, a prelude of things to come. Last week Dinorah said I am a shitty wrestler, now I certainly don’t take that personally, but this shitty wrestler beat your ass sweetie 1, 2, 3. There can only be one difference when it comes to us getting in the ring tonight, Di. That difference being that you just might tap out as opposed to me pinning you, but I am open to which ever option presents its self.

[The machine begins to beep and Alana’s pace begins to slow, as she comes to stop she turns and looks right into the camera.]

Alana: Tonight is my night, these past few months have been building to this moment, finally I will get the recognition I deserve, and I will be the new women’s champion.

[The screen fades to black. Then “BEWARE” in bold white letters appear on the screen. Then the voice of Alana Allure is heard.]

Timing is an important part of life. You have to know, or at the very least recognize when the time is right. A step to fast or to slow and you miss the sweet spot. You have to know, when to get in, or out, when to listen to your head and when to listen to your heart. I say this, because it is ever relevant, and especially tonight. You see, tonight is about the past, the present and the future of the women’s division.

[The screen again goes completely black. Then footage begins to play from the Trial by Fire Fan Fest. Alana can be seen walking to a podium, set up on a stage, the backdrop has the logos of the various sponsors of this event. She is wearing a black and white dress that seems is very form fitting, that stops just above the knees. Showing off her well toned bronze legs. The plunging oval neckline of the dress, gives the world a stunning view of her round breasts, with her hair pulled back and up, the tattoo she has on her neck is visible. Each step she takes is echoed by the sound of her six inch red stiletto heels. As she walks across the stage the crowd dies down from the chatter going on. Every man and a handful of women have their eyes glues on the beautifully shaped woman as pauses, so a couple of pictures can be taken



, as she removes her stunna shades, she then proceeds to the podium.]

Alana: I just want to start by saying thank you, to each and every one of you. Where would any of us be without the fans? There is no feeling that could possibly compare to the feeling I get when I step out on that stage and walk down that aisle, to step inside that ring. Thank you all for giving me that. It truly is a big part of what motivates me to go all out. So that I give you the very best that I have each time you see me, and to give me the opportunity to be a reason why you continue to buy tickets, and tune in to our show.

[Alana blows a kiss to the crowd, and as if it were there cue, the entire place erupts with cheers, claps, cat-calls, and excitement. All of which puts a big smile on Alana’s face, there is even a hint of her blushing, causing a mahogany tone to become visible in her cheeks. After a few moments, the crowd dies down a bit.]

Alana: They are allowing me some extra time up here, so I will gladly take some questions from you.

[Hands in the crowd shoot up immediately, some people even begin to hop up and down to get her attention.]

Alana: Ummmm, now let me see. Oh, you over there in the blue shirt.

Fan#1: Is Over the Edge breaking up?

Alana: Of course not. We are in fact stronger than ever before. Over the Edge is going to be around for a long time to come, and as we enter into a new year, you should all look forward to us making an even bigger impact then we did last year.

Fan#2: Do you really think you can beat them both, in the same night?

Alana: That’s a good question; of course I do not think it will be easy. Nothing worth having ever is. However I hold victories over both of my opponents tonight, and I recognize that I am thought of as a bit of an underdog going into this match, but it not really about opinions. So, to your question yes, I very much think that I can and will beat them both tonight, and become your new women’s champion.

Fan#3: Did Eyesnsane really go crazy?

Alana: Eyesnsane is as focused as he has ever been, and I can tell you he has appreciated the outpouring of support and well wishes he has received from around the globe, but you all will be able to see him and Killemall in action and you all can judge for yourselves. Eyesnsane is doing just fine.

[A staff member comes onto the stage and whispers to Alana, before she can take another question. As the staff member walks away,]

Alana: Alright, it seems my time is about up, but I will still be here to sign autographs and of course take some pictures, thank you all for sharing some of your time with me and please enjoy the fan fest.

[Alana turns and makes her way off of the stage as flashes from cameras start going off. As she reaches the floor, she is approached by Sam McDonald, who is wearing a pain looking brown suite, white shirt, and black tie and matching shoes, with a serious look on his face.]

Sam: Alana Allure, you mentioned that you are considered to be an underdog, going into this match, in spite of previous victories over both opponents, how do you feel about not generally being a favorite to win this title match?

[Alana takes a moment to look at the man before saying anything.]

Alana: I’m sorry, Sam is it? Well I would have to say that it just makes me push that much harder, it makes me want that title that much more, and it’s definitely a motivating factor for me.

Sam: Interesting, earlier in the day you had some pretty strong comments directed toward your fellow Over the Edge member, Dinorah Redgrave, but the back and forth between the two of you all has been ongoing, is there some bad blood between the two of you?

Alana: Over the Edge is a group of highly competitive wrestlers, we may say some things in the heat of the moment, to assert our feelings, and convictions, but at the end of the day we stand together and united. There’s no bad blood between us, and I fail to see how there ever will be.

Sam: I see, well what are your thoughts you other opponent for tonight’s match?

Alana: Madison Lea West, at present, the women’s champion. She is a proud, tough, and fighting champion. She is a woman in this business you have to have a great deal of respect for, and if you don’t. I surely do. Now she knows; she knows that her time has come. She came back from an injury that would have kept lesser women out of action, at a time when the FWA was sorely in need of strong women to revive what had become a lost division. She came back, and eventually found her way to the championship. She deserves a lot of credit for doing just that. However along the way, she has learned that time in this division did not stand still while she was away. There are new women atop this division, younger, hungrier, and perhaps most importantly, healthier. This is and can be a tough business, both mentally and physically. Madison and I are no strangers to one another, quite the contrary; one might argue that we know one another well, inside the ring. As a matter of fact I have beaten her twice. No easy feat, by any means, but a feat I am more than capable of accomplishing; she and I both know this. Just like she knows that I will not hold back, she has what I want, and tonight she will find out first hand how far I am willing to go to get it.

Sam: So you are willing to exploit her injuries to win at all costs, do you have intimate knowledge of her injuries?

Alana: Her injuries have been well publicized, but then again, I beat her while she was healthy. Madison whether by pin fall or submission, I will beat you tonight, again. While I respect you and admire your courage, you should have realized, just as I and everybody else has, that your time has come. With all those injuries you have you persist on getting in the ring. When you could have simply retired a champion and spared yourself more pain, and injury. I don’t mean the just the physical pain, I mean the pain of losing your title, the pain of your career being ended, by myself or Dinorah. Nobody would have questioned your courage, your fortitude, or your legacy, it would have just been the most practical business decision you could have made. That said, I am looking forward to our match, I am looking forward to my title shot. You see tonight, is about the new, and tonight is about the future of the division, tonight your time as champion ends, while at the same time, my time as champion begins. I understand; I understand you very well. You don’t work as hard as we do to get to the level of champion, to just walk away from it. You don’t go out there and give everything you have, time and time again to just walk away. That’s why you did not retire, that’s why you are going to defend your title against two women tonight. Which; in truth makes me admire you even more.

Sam: Well, two things stand out to me, one you seem to have quite a bit of respect for your opponents, and two you seem as determined as anybody to capture the title.

Alana: The FWA has had many great women, that have come before me and achieved heights of success that are indeed admirable, and I would be remiss not to acknowledge that fact. You have recent examples like Moira Crawford and our GM Gabrielle, certainly Madison and Dinorah are included in that group. Now, understand, me when I say, that I have no misgivings about causing further injury to Madison out there, I will have no pity for her. It’s not my purpose to end her career; however I will let nothing stand in the way of me becoming the women’s champion. Just like her I have climbed, step by step to get here. She will have to be perfect out there to beat me. If she should stumble, trip, slow up, go too fast, anything, and I mean anything. I will take full advantage of it, and I will turn the lights out on her time as champion (She snaps her fingers.) just like that. The time has come for a new chapter in the history of great women in the FWA, and it will be oh so Alluring.

[The scene fades to black.]

[carter007]

Xavier Xander Xerxes is seen marching around the Great Siege locker room along with his attorney Butch Dickerson. XXX is prepped for his match later this evening and ready for an impending war with Devin Golden.

XXX: Many are called, but few are chosen. Few are chosen to become the best of the best, to become the elite. People like Xavier Xander Xerxes. I was born a star, and now I will become the champion that I was destined to be. Tonight I make a declaration. Tonight Wolf makes a statement. Because together, the Great Siege will become the new World Tag Team Champions.

XXX takes a step back as his plump attorney takes a step forward to the camera to throw in his two cents

Butch: Devin Golden, this one is for you so listen up! My client is tired of the disrespect that you have shown him the last few months. More importantly, you have the audacity to not only call out my client and his associates to a little "war", and seek to take them out one by one. First and foremost, there is not chance in hell that you will defeat Carmine tonight in that very ring. Carmine is more talented, more aggressive, and overall a better wrestler than you will ever be. And then you have to deal with Wolf, who will tear you too shreds by the time you entered the ring. But most of all, you still haven't defeat this man, a man of ethics and integrity and the future of this business, Xavier Xander Xerxes. After Wolf and XXX win the Tag Team Turmoil and become Tag Team Champions, you are next in the crosshairs Devin. Keep your eyes open.

XXX chuckles as he continues his promo

XXX: When I picked up that shovel and dug Wolf out from his grave, I knew and Carmine knew that we were in dire need of some new blood and new leadership in our Great Siege. We wanted the best, and we got the best with Wolf. I find it ironic how tonight has aptly been titled "Trial By Fire" because that accurately depicts my career path here in the FWA.

Xavier strokes his chin

XXX: I smell like smoke because I have been through fire. I have been laughed at, ridiculed, mocked, beaten, bruised, criticized and jeered by each one of you people night in and night out. I got the guys in the back breathing down my neck and jumping through every hoop imaginable to see me crumble in the spotlight. Yet here I stand, through all the criticism, through all the backlash, here I am.

XXX glares into the camera

XXX: I stand before you untouched, with a smile on my face because I know that tonight I will become a champion once again. I know that Carmine will soundly defeat Devin Golden, and I know Wolf will become a World Champion.

Xavier claps his hands together and beats his chest to pump himself up as Butch cheers him on

XXX: Tonight we take out the APAB, a team who has had their time in the spotlight and we given numerous opportunities in the tag team division. Opportunities that I have never been given. Opportunities that I have been denied time and time again. What do the APAB and Darnell Porter's mom have in common, Butch?

Butch shrugs his shoulders

XXX: They are both choke artists.

Butch begins to howl with laughter as XXX continues

XXX: Darnell Porter unlike you, not only do I have a personality and charisma, but I also have friends that I can count on. Remember that this is a TAG TEAM turmoil match, which means you need a partner and the last time I checked, you don't have one. Do yourself a favor and stay out of this match but if you don't, I can personally guarantee you that I will take you out myself because you lack the speed and athleticism of XXX.

Butch nods in agreement and pats him on the back

XXX: The only good thing to come out of Cuba are its cigars. It looks like tonight Wolf and I are squaring off against Che Guevera and Elian Gonzales, and just like those two bozos, you both will soon become mere afterthoughts in the history of the FWA. Cuban Connection, I know it must have been difficult to swim across those treacherous waters to reach our shores, but make no mistake that tonight you are going to be sent packing back to the place you came from and you can give Castro my regards.

XXX: Over The Edge will go over the top rope in a matter of seconds, and lets be honest, nobody really cares or has faith in Veronique and JoJI winning the titles tonight, but there is one team that I would like to address: Cameron Cross and Ryan Rondo.

XXX shakes his head in disgust as he once joyful attitude soon becomes sullen and cold

XXX: Two people that I hate. Two people that I despise. Two people who I detest. Now I get to defeat them in the same ring tonight in front of the entire world. Cameron Cross was the man that I defeated to become the X-Divison champion, and trust me, I will beat him again. By some stroke of luck, he has seen his career skyrocket, but after tonight people will realize that he can be tamed, and that he will be beaten. Ryan Rondo is the man that took my X-Division title away from me, and then proceeded to abandon the Great Siege with my title, and like a coward, attack me from behind on his exit. I have yet to get my revenge, but tonight is the night that I will finally get my hands around his throat and hear him gasp for air, I will kick him in the skull and jam my elbow in his cranium to make him realize that Xavier Xander Xerxes is no pushover, and that I am the next big thing in the company.

XXX begins to walk away but stops and looks at the camera

XXX: Trial By Fire will be remembered as the Rebirth of the Great Siege!

[Wolf]

Monster vs. Businessman

Two sides of evil stand before the trial...

Accuse you of a crime
Sentenced to endless time
The price you have to pay
Won't get away!
The river of fire flows
Time only knows!
Trapped by flames of fury
Ordered unto by the jury
Death is their desire
Thrown in the fire!
There is no sentence higher
A trial by fire!!


A cameraman is wandering around the back of what appears to be a burnt-out building. The camera's eye swings from side to side, capturing the filth and disgust that surround this volatile place. Windows are either broken down or decaying rapidly...years of progressive wear-and tear can certainly do a number on beautiful architecture. The brick walls are coming undone at the seem...falling and chipping off with each muffled step of the cameraman. A cracked floor, a dripping ceiling, and a burner still on in the corner. The camera makes it's across this hell on earth and focuses in on the fire...the one light that he believes is burning in this long-forsaken home. The flames...they leap and bound with a joyful exuberance. It's as if the flames are smiling intot he camera...as if Hell itself was wearing a concealed smirk. A loud explosion, a bang of sorts. The camera spins around hurridly...just in time to see the lights flash on. The cieling is illuminated for the first time...and we get a bit better sense of where exactly we are. Your in the face of bright light...yet shrouded in darkness...all at the same time, in the same moment.

.... Trial By Fire ....

The camera swings upward to the voice, and there we see him. The Angel of Death, sitting on the last edge of a staircase. While some steps are missing entirely, others look as if they will crumble at the sight of someones glare. And a railing that once seemed to be the epitemy of perfection....has been reduced to creative rubble. Wolf pulls a match out of his back pockets, and strikes it on the carboard hanger...igniting a spark.

Wolf: Wealth, Money... The key element which brings about both the dawn and the dusk of so many lives. It is both the devil hiding within the darkness for some, while being the holy grail of promise for many others.... darkness and light, just as in life, two halves of a perfect whole. Money, an image universally recognized by people of all races, creeds, cultures or religious beliefs, driving force to some, bane of existence to others. And with each victory, you gain more and more of that one thing that you value oh so highly... money. The more money there is, the more you are driven to succeed. And here you are, a man who has everything. All the finer things life has to offer... the money, the girl, the gold... to you I am just a lowly worker with eyes for what you possess. You have spent an entire career achieving great things, finding success in all aspects of your life. The money you so freely flaunt... the cover girl you covet so defensively... all are things that mean so much to you. Man has to thing that it is enough for you? One tiny thing was missing, the one thing that escaped your grasp before. The World Heavyweight Championship. Your greed made you steal something that belonged ME! All of your money, all of your so-called friends... they will no longer exist where I am taking you. All of your athletic prowess, it's of no use to you in this endeavor. The years you've spent honing your skills to a razor's edge, useless as you descend further and further into a private madness designed specifically for you... I shall drag you down to the bottom of your soul. you will be bathed in fire!!!

As everyone expects Wolf to take out and light his trademark cigarette he puts the match in his already scarred, wasted hand and clenches his fist. The smoke escapes the creases of his fingers in slow, quick puffs. He reopens his hand to see a burnt wick and a blister on the middle of his palm. Wolf shakes it and flicks the match to the ground and resumes speaking...with an open mind and wide, haunting eyes.

Wolf: You know, in life we often see things in Black and White. Absolutes are humanities oldest and closest friend; good and bad, light and dark these are the base definitions for every man, woman, child, company and organization in the world. We need these concepts to keep ourselves in check. To keep our inherent insanity bottled up and put away, where civilization says it should stay. See, Human-Beings are insane, we were once animals, we are still animals. But as animals adapt and grow consciousness they find their instincts crude and out-dated. They create Politics, Religion and War to pacify these urges, train themselves to forget them or to just flat out fulfill them... That is your kind, Mr. Princeton.

The fire has seemingly escaped his outstretched hand and traveled upwards...towards his eyes. The burn with intensity and rage...a combination both violent and utterly explosive in it's own right. Despite all this anger, Wolf keeps the same composure...

Wolf: And eventually... Instinct becomes inkling, for most. Then there are those like me, the ones that embrace our origins. The ones that cast aside religion and politics in favor of anarchy and logical thought. The ones that "War" was created for... The Warriors. I am a Warrior... Win or lose, I get up ready to do it again as soon as humanly possible. I never shy away from confrontation and my favorite taste in this world is blood. I don't see things in Black and White, I see them in Red... And sometimes Gray. But when Gold is involved, there are no colors... But no matter what my views are, or what any of your views are... We still bleed Red. You reached your peak in 2011. You won the North American championship and stole my World Heavyweight championship. We might actually have to say you've been...well...on fire... a fire may cause some heavy destruction, it ultimately burns itself out. Be it the embers that scorch thousands of trees or a simple match...all fire implodes unto itself. And at Trial By Fire your streak, your reign, your illustrious carreer ... it all burns up.

He can't help but smile at the thought. His smile builds into a chuckle before turning into laughter which then becomes maniacal. A moment later, he speaks through the tears of the absurdity of it all.

Wolf: While overall superior genes have given rise to the specimen that is Thomas Princeton, I'm afraid that there is a single flaw that may perhaps inhibit him from achieving the grand status he so desperately needs... It's not your look, which is obviously something that has served you well in life, no doubt. It's not your brain which provides you with the awareness required to constantly know what to strive for and the means to achieve it. It isn't your heart, which is in the right place, no matter what they would have you believe... The flaw, Tom... is found in your mouth. It's your tongue. I sat back and listened and all I ever hear from you is how great you are, how you're the one, about how the roster is beneath you, about your issues and how you should be recognized as the superstar you truly are...

Wolf stops for a second finding comfort in the flames of nothingness. He smiles at the dimlit lights, the cracked tiles...the crumbling bricks and the leaky cieling

Wolf: You have built a pedestal for yourself and you have done little in the past month other than raising it higher and higher and higher. It is my mission, my task to knock you off. I remmember your jokes about my reign "If you blinked you miss it!" Oh the same pun you applied to reigns of Darnell Porter and Devin Golden. You laughed at them for loosing their first title defense with that belt, while you had never defended any title belt. Three reigns and no title defense under your belt... and this fourth will be no different. Tommy, you will have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and your words will be fresh on my mind. If you somehow manage to live up to the pressure that you have constructed for yourself, then you will have accomplished a great feat. However, if you fail in all that you have guaranteed, in all that you have promised the world that you will accomplish, then you will have to face the ultimate humiliation of going home empty-handed, alone, defeated....I am fueled by an unquenchable urge to brutally, maliciously, and coldheartedly destroy everything that you have gotten. You call yourself a CHAMPION, THOMAS PRINCETON!? A CHAMPION!?! YOU HAVEN'T THE SLIGHTEST CLUE WHAT THAT WORD MEANS AND THE SIGNIFICANCE THAT IT CAN HOLD!!!

We can hear a 'tic-toc..tic-toc" sound in that backround...only to come to the realization that it is merely Wolf's foot, sounding off as he continues on his hate-fueled sermon. He speaks with words that emulate from the pit of his chest, and he echoes like a freight train in the mountains. The composure was never lost, it was only hiding in the darkness that he has cloaked around himself.


WOLF: YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY SELF-CENTERED BROTHER AND CALL YOURSELF A CHAMPION?! ...WITHOUT EVER PAYING YOUR DUES? YOUR LONG OVERDUE FOR A WAKE UP CALL TOM! I HAVE EVERYTHING IT TAKES AND MORE TO HOLD THAT TITLE! I HAVE THE DRIVE, I HAVE THE TALENT AND I HAVE THE BALLS! YOU MAY BE ONE OF THE BEST THIS COMPANY HAS TO OFFER BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE... ACTIONS WILL SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS COULD EVER HOPE TO! THIS WILL BE A BATTLE MAKE ABSOLUTELY NO MISTAKE! THIS WILL BE THE KIND OF BATTLE THAT COULD END CAREERS! THIS WILL BE THE KIND OF BATTLE THAT SEPARATES MEN FROM PUSSIES! COME SUNDAY AFTER I RIP THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES AND DRINK THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOUR VEINS... YOU WILL LAY BLOODIED, BROKEN AND BEATEN! I WILL USE EVERYTHING I HAVE IN MY ARSENAL, I WILL SACRIFICE MY BODY IN WAYS THAT MOST NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE TO GET BACK WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE! LOOK UPON ME AND DESPAIR FOR I AM ALL THAT IS BRUTALITY! AND WE ALL KNOW THAT WHEN THERE IS GOLD INVOLVED... PEOPLE GET HURT, EGOS ARE BRUISED AND BODIES ARE BROKEN. IT'S BEEN LIKE THIS FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS, AND I WILL MAKE SURE I DO MY PART TO MAKE SURE IT HAPPENS FOR ANOTHER THOUSAND!!!


Wolf walks over to the window, where pieces of glass shatter between his steps. He leans out the winodw, takes a deep breath, and comes back into the picture.

Wolf: I can feel the blood curdling to a halt within your veins... I can feel the hairs on your neck slowly stand up, the moisture in your throat quickly dry out... I can sense your confidence fading away, even if you are a thousand miles away from me now... at PPV, you will be closer than you can possibly imagine... closer than you'll ever want to be again... You want to know why I have to stay in places like this all the time? It‘s because of people like you ... people that like to sit back and make fun of me, spit on me, think that they are ALL BETTER THAN me... WELL YOU'RE NOT... YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME... people who live in the light, who enjoy the good things in life and take them all for granted... see, you people out there, you... out there, watching this at home or in whatever building this going to be showing in, you all look at me and you see one thing FREAK........ people see you, Thomas Princeton, and they flock to you, they flock to your fancy jewelry, they flock to your money... they want to BE Thomas Princeton... the people walking around in the hallways the ones in the black shirts, even the guys carrying the boxes of stuff around, they all want to BE Thomas Princeton... but I don't. I don't want to be Thomas Princeton, I don't want your money or your parties, I don't want any of it! I want... The World Heavyweight Championship!

Suddenlly... Money, thousands of dollars start raining down from above, crashing to the surface below, each landing with thunderous booms as they contact the others.

Wolf: We are the polar opposites. I am a warrior and you are a bussinessman. I am a freak and you are a millionair. But at Trial By Fire I am going to recreate you in MY image and you will beg me stop. Whispering, "please, I can't take no more... please, I can't..." -he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breathe- and I will hold you in my arms and reply, "Yes... you can... and Yes... you will .." You and I, we're going to swim in blood. I've been laughed at in the past, I've been underestimated, I've been spit upon, judged, misunderstood.. but I've also been feared. I've also been respected. Now, you want my thoughts on the match? Win or lose, I'm going to make it painful for you. Pain is all that we remember, Tom. It's the only thing that's real. Pain is God. So, go ahead, continue to speak of your rules, your merits, your overgrown ego but in my life, Mr. Princeton, you dictate absolutely nothing -He smirks to himself but of course it quickly fades- .... Tame the Beast!




The pile of currency in front of him sparks, and is quickly engulfed by flames as Wolf begins to laugh. He stares at the blaze, before slowly turning away with a menacing stare, as he prepares himself to face the World Heavyweight Champion Thomas Princeton.

[The Full Time Shakey]

Cross and Rondo. Rondo and Cross. Which sounds better? Who cares? The Tag Team division is back.

FWA.COM posted an update –

TWO CHAMPIONS ADDED TO TAG TEAM TURMOIL MATCH

Two time X Division Champion and current Young Lions Champion Ryan Rondo has become a surprise entrant into the tag team turmoil match at Trial By Fire, being partnered up with former X Division Champion and current North American Champion, Cameron Cross. It may be a surprise to many but some won’t find it surprising at all as these two have tagged in the past, and not to put a jinx on anything but they haven’t lost a single match where they’ve tagged. This doesn’t bode well for any of the other challengers but then again, you have the team of Wolf and XXX - Wolf is no joke and Xavier, well Rondo has dealt with him before and he is definitely a handful, he pushed him all the way. APAB don’t even need to be described, everyone knows who they are and they will be out to get the titles they claim that were stolen from. The Cuban Connection, a team which Rondo has beaten twice already and interesting as Juan Lopez is also Rondo’s opponent during the night for a unification match of the Young Lion and X Divisions. Interesting indeed. Don’t forget there will be a slew of mystery entrants in this match also, it will be a great matchup, I wouldn’t place a bet on anyone in this fight, any team in this match has the credentials to be solid tag team champions and to hold them for a while. This matchup is full of current champions also, and that might just provide Rondo and Cross the edge they need as they both have titles right now, they won’t pass up the opportunity for gold and fame, and they know how to get titles. It also might be the downfall of them however as both have defenses and so are pulling double duty, they could be far too tired or stressed to make a contest. It will be a great matchup though, that is for sure, be sure to tune into Trial By Fire on PPV this Sunday!

Ryan reads the article over and over again, enjoying how the FWA actually pay attention to their own work and talk up every talent available. This is why he joined this company, it’s about the wrestling, not the storylines, it’s about showcasing everything these guys give. Every single guy in this matchup is damn talented, and the FWA wants the world to know. Unfortunately, he has plans of his own and he wants the world to know who he is. He’s ready to show everyone just why they put their faith in him. He will take that gold. But FWA dreams must take a backseat as he is feeling a power nap coming on in preparation for his ‘date’.




Ryan stands at the stage entrance, tired and bruised from his title unification win earlier on in the night, a change of attire and a quick scrub up has sorted him out. He is still sweating, the droplets running down his face like rain on a window. His body, hands, everything numb in anticipation of making his entrance. Looking up, his song blasting through the speaker, every fibre in his being wanting to turn around and walk away, it’s nerve wracking getting ready to appear. But yet, the rush you get from jumping out from behind the curtain is like no other. It’s his drug. He jumps from behind the curtain, a tidal wave of cheers engulf him as he starts to remember the feeling of what it is to appear to these fans, like a phoenix from the ashes, his confidence is reborn as he looks upon the crowd infront of him, greeting him with cheers, his pyro crashing down on him, giving him immense heat almost as if a source of strength. He sees his opponents standing in the ring, staring him down, they all want to beat him, everyone wants to beat everybody and it is something he fears but as he walks to the ring, looking at all these fans, stretching out for high fives, gives him the confidence. He isn’t here to win, he’s here to put smile on their faces…. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ … BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ…

Ryan wakes up, his alarm clock pounding his ears, ruining his perfect dream, it felt so real. He turns it off and checks the time, quickly getting up and sprucing himself up. The dream is definitely going to stick on his mind.

At the café, meeting Elise, he couldn’t help but feel as if she would notice that he is preoccupied, his mind not quite open to the concept of a date with such a large event looming for him, but then again, Ryan never quite opens up to the ladies, he prefers to be mysterious to them. Staring down at his mug of coffee, and then back at her, surely she can notice that he doesn’t seem all that interested.

ELISE ‘So… not meaning to act clingy here, but is your body here and your mind in another place?’

Ryan looks at her, and just blinks.

RYAN ‘Yeah, I am sorry, it’s just, uh, surely you know, big event coming up… I’m not normally like this, I can assure you on that, just got a lot on my plate at the minute, the FWA’s going under a big transition period at the minute and being a champion, there’s obviously gonna be a hefty schedule for me… and not to mention the prospect of becoming a double champion… ‘

Elise looks at him and smiles.

‘It’s ok, I know what it’s like to work with a hefty schedule, I’m interested in you, Ryan, and your place of work. Educate me. Obviously, I know the basics, tell me about your match, tell me about your opponents, I know you’re a champion but tell me about this opportunity Ryan. You make wrestling seem so interesting and by seeing how crowds react to you, I’d say they agree.’

Ryan smiles back at her, he’s never really been given the chance to speak openly of what he loves to others.

‘Well, there’s this match. It’s a tag team match, featuring like seven or eight teams. It’s for the titles. And well, I’m confident that I can win!’

‘Are you sure? Who are you partnered with? Are they competent enough?’

Ryan laughs.

‘Yes. Far more competent than me. Cameron Cross. He’s a current champion also, holding a more prestigious title than me. He’s definitely one of the best right now in the business, being number one on the power 20! We have never lost a match that we have been in together as a team, so I’d say that boosts my confidence a lot, I guess.’

‘He sounds like a nice guy, is he single? I kid. What about your opponents though? I doubt they are all jobbers or whatever, tell me about them, Ryan?’

Ryan sighs, this is the hard part, having to speak about his opponents, talk them up… or possibly trash them, decisions, decisions.

‘Well, this is going to take a while. If I am boring you then tell me. Put it this way, this matchup is definitely the biggest ever in the FWA’s tag title division. We have the greatest tag team in FWA history, APAB in it. These guys held the titles for longer than I can remember, they are the best. Definitely the favourites. But recently, they lost, and that proves to me that they are beatable. It gives me the belief that I can beat them too. They’ve lost it, and they’ve lost a bit of credibility by claiming they didn’t lose the titles, they can’t seem to handle defeat and in my eyes, I’ve lost respect for them. I hope they’ll be complaining after this Sunday, and hopefully, it’ll be about me.’

‘You sound very hopeful but that’s only one team, aren’t you scared you’re out of your depth with some others?’

‘Maybe. But with Over The Edge and Cuban Connection, there’s teams there that me and Cross know we can do better than. Cuban Connection have a negative record against me in tag team action which is always a positive and well, let’s say Juan should be deflated after losing to me earlier on in the night. Joey Ortiz is definitely the rock of the team, that’s for sure. And he isn’t exactly turning heads at the minute. As for the Over The Edge, I haven’t beaten either of them in singles competition and I know that they are definitely underrated. But I’m not underrating them when I say me and Cross can dispatch of them more easily than the other teams in the matchup, they haven’t got the wow factor and they always seem to sneak under the radar, they’re definitely not the biggest attraction of this matchup and most certainly will be crossed out of everyone’s lists of possible winners. They, themselves, probably don’t think they can win at all.’

‘Surely, it’d be stupid to count them out though, Ryan? Unless there’s a bunch of other teams there that could crush them?’

Ryan sips his coffee, his mind at ease now, he’s happy he can speak openly to someone other than an interviewer or his brother about the FWA.

‘Yes. There are teams there that are definitely going to be looked at moreso than Over the Edge, Cuban Connection and even me and Cross. Perhaps people are overlooking JoJI and Veronique also, Veronique is new to the FWA and as it sounds, she’s a woman. But let’s not joke around, this is a company where the females have won World Titles, so I know not to underestimate this team. JoJI is unknown to me but the guy is a complete beast, but I think having faith in a woman as your partner this time around is a bit of a stupid step when you see the amount of men in this matchup, it’s going to be too much for them. And well, that’s them out of the equation in my opinion. I haven’t even gone on to mention any of the big name teams, aside from APAB of course.’

‘What do you mean?’

Elise looks at him intently, slightly worried.

‘Well, there’s two former world champions competing in separate teams and even at that, there’s a team with two guys that haven’t been announced yet. It’s slightly worrying but as for the two world champions, it’s their partners that will most likely bring their downfall. We have Darnell Porter, I know it’s hard to believe he used to be a champion, and a mystery partner, I’m not worried about who his mystery partner is going to be. Let’s face it, Porter is washed up, he’s done. He’s only in this match to make it seem bigger, he’s go no chance of doing anything. He’s given up, he has no passion anymore, he’s done. And it’s a shame, because that means his partner isn’t going to be winning anything either. Darnell’s only being kept in this company in order to put the newcomers over, he’s got nothing going for him and he won’t be winning anything anytime soon. As for the other mystery team, what can I say? I don’t know who they are but I can say right now that I won’t be surprised when they are revealed, I’ll be happy to add names to the list of the people who are going to get beaten in this match, no problem there, I can’t say anything else about that really, but we all know the mystery opponents never win in matches like these.’

‘What about the other former champ, who’s that? What team’s he in?’

‘Wolf. He’s partnered with someone who absolutely detests me and Cameron: Xavier Xander Xerxes. See, firstly, Wolf is a great wrestler, he is brutal, he’s brothers with Stu and he is obviously the main attraction of this matchup, he is the rock of his team. He is the one that’s expected to carry Xavier through everything but I can’t help but think Wolf is stupid. He doesn’t realize that Carmine and XXX are just using his name to become popular themselves, to thrust themselves into the spotlight. If Wolf slips up in leadership, they’ll just replace him. As for Xavier, it’s true, the guy’s incredibly irrelevant on his own. He needs a big name beside him to make himself seem important. He can’t beat anyone who tries against him and that is the truth. He’s been swept aside ever since I defeated him. He probably thinks he is going to come into this match and destroy me, but he couldn’t do it on his own twice so he needs a partner to do it for him, Xavier Xander Xerxes is the weakest person in this match and thus makes his team the weakest team in this match in my eyes, if Wolf doesn’t win this match, he has a very good reason for it, Xavier is dragging the great siege down still. And no one seems to realize this other than me. So, it’s going to be my job to expose him to Wolf and Carmine, I’ve tried it plenty of times but soon they’ll realize just how useless he is this time around.’

‘That’s all good fighting talk Ryan, you’ve told me all about your opponents. But there’s one more thing I’d like to know: What about you and Cameron? You obviously believe you can win this match, why? It intrigues me. You speak up your opponents but never yourself.’

Ryan hesitates as he looks down at his coffee, stumped. He does know he can win this, he knows why, he just struggles to put it into words.

‘I don’t know. What do me and Cameron have? We have the passion for this match, we aren’t the sort of guys who are here just to take the titles and prove we are the best. That is what every other contestant is doing it’s true, they’re all here to just take those titles. Me and Cameron know we can win but this isn’t about the titles, we aren’t greedy, we have titles on our shoulder. We are about the business, we are here to put on a show for the fans, and that is what we want to do, we want to bring the tag team division back, put it back in the place that APAB had it. We want the fans to see that FWA is more than females and singles competition. It’s time that tag team matches became popular again and that is exactly what we plan to happen during this match. That’s what sets us apart, we are the only team coming into this match with good intentions, and that’s why me and Cameron are going to walk away the champions, and even if we don’t walk away with the belts, we go away with the victory that this match became more than just about the belts, it put the FWA’s tag team division back on the map and that is why the fans will be cheering for me and him moreso than any other team that goes out there.’

‘And that’s why I like you, Ryan. You seem to put others before yourself…’

Ryan laughs before shifting, he needs to go to the toilet.

‘In that case, Elise, sorry to disappoint you on this occasion but I must put myself before you at this moment as I must go to the men’s room.’

Elise laughs as Ryan gets up and walks to the toilet with a shifty smile on his face…

[Stratusphere]

Alexx VS Zaire Wyoming

Are you ready? How am I supposed to be?

The scene opens up in the arena which is getting ready for Trial by Fire. The arena is not quite ready for the show, but it’s getting to it. “Not myself tonight” pops in the stereo of the arena. The crowd reacts to the Sexxitant superstar who comes out to the ring while rolling a pole down the ramp. The hottest thing in FWA comes out with a mixed reaction and when the women see the pole, they get crazy for it. They know they are here for a special from the Sexxitant Superstar. Alexx is out wearing tight white pants and top all laced up. The hottie struts down to the ring with his pole in his hand slowly to make the people desire him. Alexx stops when he arrives to the ring, grabs a microphone and gets into the ring.

Alexx: So are you ready for a show?

The crowd reacts to the question with great cheers.

Alexx: Well, you are lucky because I’m not! What! You don’t believe me. You don’t understand… I even know what I am supposed to do tonight. Last week, I was promised a Television Championship match tonight. YESSSS! Finally, I get some recognition. Did I? I worked hard in the last few weeks to get out of the lot! I showed them all that I was better than anyone. I was given a championship match, how come I’m not scheduled a match against the current TV champion?

Pause.

Alexx: OH! I was scheduled at first to have my match… but the champion has too much on his plate… Really? Really? Really? Are you kidding me? If you can’t handle wants on your plate, don’t take as much! It’s not my freaking fault he can’t do a lot at the same time, he gets something scheduled; he should be able to do it. He wanted as much in his plate, then DEAL with it… Right now, I’m filming my own reality TV series, I am working on my new clothing line, I am working hard in the gym, opposed to the champ; But since he’s really like we say back home chummy-chummy with the bosses, he was able to push back my championship opportunity… And the bosses told themselves, “Oh Alexx won’t mind, he’s not our top priority, let’s focus on Thomas Princeton” even though I’ve beaten him so many times… “And I think the fans aren’t tired to see Wolf, I think he deserve another main event match, he’s so new to the world, it’s not the same thing over and over”… Blah blah blah! I really don’t know what I did to get pushed away so far that no one cares anymore… I was on top of everything, I recently beaten the North American Champion but still nothing for me… “Let’s just occupy Alexx with a simple dance routine, an exposé for the fans… That way he will shut up and the fans will be happy! He’s so happy to expose himself; he’s so easy to fool!” HEY management! I don’t do this for free! When I expose myself it’s for a good reason and a great amount of money! The last time it nearly touched the million dollars! Sorry, uglies, but I won’t expose myself for free tonight… I am champion worthy and I should be on top, but they only move me to the side. So, FWA wanted to me to expose myself, that way they have good buys and they don’t need me to be in an important match, that way to please their good friend the Television champion and everyone else that is scared to face me… So I was set to expose myself, but then the management has a change of heart! They put me against the fabulous Zaire Wyoming… really? Zaire Wyoming? Did I beat him last week and someone came out after and told me to be ready for a match for the television championship… That was allllllllllll in my head! So, this is what I guess I’m supposed to do? Or not? They might change their mind again and give me a Women’s Championship match without noticing? I know that FWA is going through some changes, but it’s not time to kick me to the curb, even though I feel like it… So, I guess you won’t be seeing me using this pole… Or winning a new championship… You see me beat the heck again off Zaire Wyoming who I actually don’t care, but it feels actually good to get some frustration out of ourselves! You don’t understand how I feel towards the way I am treated! I am hurt by the management and I feel like collateral damages, I get hurt but it’s for the survival of the business or something else. It’s an enormous slap to the face and I’ll try to restrain myself from giving some to the management backstage… I said TRY! If some are looking for trouble they will get it and poor sacrificial lamb Zaire Wyoming he’ll be the one taking it all and leaving on a stretcher! Sorry, for ruining your night people, but stick around I’ll be in action, not enthusiastic, but I’ll do it, for the fans for you all… And to prove to management that I am worthy of what I claim!

Alexx then gets out of the ring, without the enthusiasm he had at the beginning, and leaves with an angry smirk on his face leaving the pole behind.

[iMatt]

Inside a temple...

Thomas Princeton wearing only baggy pants and some sort of bone necklace stands on one foot, his eyes closed. He is meditating. Chanting and hums echo throughout the dimly lit temple. Tom opens his eyes and looks out in front of him.

Tom: If any man's work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet so as by fire. 1st Corinthians chapter 3, verse 15.

There is a stretch of hot coals on the ground in front of Tom. The fire from the coals lighting the room but what lies ahead is in shadows.

Tom: Trail by Fire, heh, that is a most interesting name. A concept. Luckily for me I will not have to face a physical fire in order to emerge the victor in my world title defense. But it will still be a trial and I am sur to go through my own personal fire.

Tom steps out onto the burning hot coals. His feet simmer a bit as they make contact with the coals. Tom winces a bit, but then breathes and continues to walk down the walkway of coals.

Tom: Adrian Wolf, "The angel of death". This is not a temple for you, this is not a temple for me. I do not worship this god, I do not believe in this faith. But there is one thing I do believe in, and that is perseverance, determination, endurance. All of which I am demonstrating right now. You see these coals represent all the time I have spent in the FWA clawing my way to the very top. Fighting each and every person who stood in my way. Until I finally got my opportunity, my chance, and now I am the world heavyweight champion and I have been most impressed with my reign. Not just for what it is, it is a great accomplishment but also for what it stands for, it stands for the beginning of a new chapter in my life, a rebirth.

Tom walks some more.

Tom: When many people join Eastern religions they must go through a rite of passage, a physical symbol of their devotion to their respective faith. Some require a circumcision, some require hunting, some...require walking over burning coals. Joining a new religion is seen as a rebirth, coming into the fold of a new life. And when I won the world title I was too reborn. I was given a new lease on my career, I was no longer the wrestler who came so close, and yet so far. I was champion, I was king. I am champion, I am king, I am reborn as the leader to this company. And those who dare doubt me will be struck down by my might! For I have gone through the fire and flames. Without being burned, Trial by Fire for me does not just mean a rebirth it means redemption. I once wrestled at Trial by Fire to Rocky Creed, and lost it was embarrassing. Not because I lost, but because I lost to Creed. But now look at me, I have reached a new level in my meteoric rise and now look at Creed. Oh wait, you can't....he's done. He's gone. His memory, his impact in the FWA already fading, half of the people who listen to me now will not know who I speak of. But they know who G-Rich is, who Matt Boudreau is, Ryan Hall....that's because they are legends. They are the elite and I too will soon join them in the same breath, there will be wrestling temples to me, and people will walk on hot coals and thumbtacks to just get a glimpse at my grandeur.

Tom continues to walk down the hot coals. Grinning now.

Tom: I don't even feel the pain, I am numb to it. I've been there all before. Wolf will not be able to defeat me. He cannot defeat me, he cannot mentally get past my superiority. It is a mental block that plagues him. He should not feel bad about his however as he just a mere mortal. A man trying to become a deity, a man trying to become a titan. He is probably still in pain from the beat down delivered on him before this PPV. I still laugh at the memories of it all. The twisted look of pain on his face. His body being ravaged by assaults, it was a glorious site to behold! I reveled in it, I cherished it. And now I get to do it all over again. We aren't on the same team this time, oh no. We are opponents, rivals, adversaries and Wolf wants my blood. He wants the title I took from him...and he can't have it! For I have won! Victory is already mine.

Tom reaches the end of the walkway of coals, he steps off it and then lights turn on to reveal the World Heavyweight Championship on a pedestal.

Tom: This is what Wolf, seeks. Not the gold, he seeks redemption, he seeks acceptance, he seeks confirmation, he seeks a rebirth. But he will be denied passage into wrestling heaven, or Val Hala. He will be forced to wander forever in purgatory, at least while I sit at the throne. Waiting for an end to his misery, waiting for a chance to climb out of the darkness, the irrelevance of his life. For tonight he will be denied, he will not pass the test he will not reach right of passage. Instead of circumcision he will be emasculated, instead of hunting he will be hunted, instead of walking over hot coals he will be pushed down into them face first by my foot as I laugh and gloat at his expense while I the true champion the redeemed one, the reborn will rest once again with the gold around my waist.

Tom places the world title belt around his waist.

Tom: Make no mistake, I am not claiming to be the god of Wolf. That would be blasphemous. I am not claiming to be Wolf's Alpha, but I am his Omega. His end. I ended his title reign and now I will end his hopes of recapturing it. I hope you can manage a repeat of last year's Ace's High...because that's the only way you are getting in a world title match while I'm around. I am your master, bow before your sensei! Bow before me, and beg for the forgiveness that will never come. Beg for another chance at redemption that will always be out of reach. Beg like the dog you are. Because that's what wolves are....dogs. And in my world all dogs don't go to heaven. They go to hell, to burn! My name is Thomas Princeton...and I'm better than you!

[iMatt]

From LOP.com....

FWA wrestler Zaire Wyoming recently posted on his twitter some harsh words about fellow wrestler Alexx.

That Alexx is such a weird guy, I still just see him as the lapdog to better wrestlers. At least I'm my own man. #truedat

Zaire in another tweet compared Alexx to a rose, pretty to look at but fragile "as hell."

Zaire then in an statement to LOP said the following.

"I didn't even know I was facing Alexx at Trial by Fire until I little while ago, but tell you what I can't wait to kick his ass!

Zaire will square off against Alexx this Sunday live on Pay-Per-View.

[Eyesnsane]

Two Different Plains, One page


[The screen comes to life and instantly there can be seen a thick bamboo forest, it’s lush with bright green color, but seems to have an eerie stillness to it. The sun shining down on the forest illuminates the area well, yet nothing unnatural can be seen,



suddenly as the camera pans from left to right, Killemall is seen, standing among the bamboo trees, wearing a large looking grey robe, similar to that of a samurai, his white glowing eyes more pronounced because of the blackness surrounding them from his mask.]

Killemall: It may seem to some that tonight, is a night of questions. I would have to admit there will be many. I have heard several of these questions in my travels, leading me to this event. You see, this cannot be called a match, no.

[In the blink of an eye, the scene has changed, and the screen is dark, then a flash of light swings across the view of the screen and as it gets to one end, it shines its light on a figure sitting on the floor of the room. As the camera moves closer, and closer in, while the light swings back and forth, just like a pendulum, the figure, or person is revealed to be Eyesnsane, wearing, white martial arts pants, and no shirt. Perhaps the room is hot as he is covered with sweat.]

Eyesnsane: Without chaos, there can be no order, and there will be chaos, there will be pain, and there will be blood. How can there not be when, there is already so much of it. You may think you are ready, but how, how can you really be ready for the unknown, hmmm? There’s so much at play, pride, envy, hate, and jammed together in one ring, are you ready to see an ungodly amount of brutality, a pure un adulterated fight?

[Eyesnsane begins to rock back and forth, while laughing, as the light swings back and forth; illuminating the man one moment and leaving him immersed in total darkness the next. The scene then cuts back to the forest, as if it had never left the ninja.]

Killemall: On this night we find ourselves in a fight, perhaps a fight that in reality is not really our own. With all the ulterior motives, and hidden agendas. Everything can be offered as a rational. However, I very much look forward to the ensuing battle, I walk the path of the warrior, and do not shy away from a battle with anybody, or at anytime. Yet, focus is in fact the key, you see the goal is to walk away with the tag titles, there is no other objective. Everything else involved in this brawl, is irrelevant. It will matter not, at the end of the night, that a slave and his new mistress seek titles as a way of paying homage to their guru. Nor is there relevance to the siege, or the siege light argument. The truth is there is no better team in this fight better equipped to win than Eyesnsane and myself.

[The scene cuts back to the pitch black room with the occasional splash of light being thrown on Eyesnsane, causing you to see nothing at various points and time while he is talking.]

Eyesnsane: This fight is not about, love or hate, though you could say there is a lot of hate. I’m sure, both Ryan Rondo and Juan Lopez hate being in my shadow, I am quite sure they both hate the fact that no matter how much waste spewed from their mouths, when the bell rang my hand was raised, not theirs. I am sure triple X must have a hate for me just as true as those two. Oh, and look how the three of them each ran out and got somebody they hope will carry them across the finish line.

[The scene fades back to Killemall, slowly walking through the lush greenery of the forest.]

Killemall: There are in truth only two teams, in this fight, and well Andrew did not like the results after the last time he was in the ring with me, since that Dan had to wake him up and tell him I won. This fight has it all, a brand new wrestler, who insists she will win and that this is her night, you have no idea who you are getting in the ring with, and I mean that as it relates to everybody. There’s a couple of people running around with masks on, lusting for carnage, a team yet to be named, but likely another random pairing, unless it turns out to be Rebel and whichever old partner he could find and sober up quick enough to get here. The Wolf and his puppy on the hunt.

[The scene fades back to Eyesnsane.]

Eyesnsane: They are like novice chess players, so unsure of themselves, attempting to out think the other, and simply mirroring one another’s moves. It’s almost entertaining, you have the North American champ and the TV champ both trying to double up, while triple X has put his nose right behind the lead dog of the pack. Oh and then there’s Darnell…

[The scene fades back to Killemall.]

Killemall: Even Darnell has found somebody willing to team with his enormous ego, I must admit, that’s more surprising than the laugh now cry later duo that shall remain unnamed. There are champions and former champions in this match, young and older, green and more experienced. However none of that matters, not who has the biggest name, not who has the most money. When it comes down to it, it’s survival, and that’s just what we do. Time and time again we have been written off and overlooked, to the point that when we come out on top everybody is shocked. You can hear people asking how did they do that, and where did they come from? Eyes and I have something going for us, not one of these other supposed teams can claim.

[The scene fades back to Eyesnsane.]

Eyesnsane: The man that condescended to me as soon as I arrived in the FWA, the first guy to tell me about knowing my place, and paying my dues and earning respect, a man who as long as he held the TV title, these days only reminds us at the mere mention of his name, the shortest title reign on the books, and a career decline so steep he’s on the verge of hitting Rebel and Sync country. None of them that are running into this fight realize what an advantage we have.

[The screen is split in half right down the middle, showing them both as they speak at the exact same time.]

Both: For more than a year, we have sought those tag team titles. We had to watch APAB degenerate into the type of cowards that would rather defend those titles against nobodies, just so they could hang on to them. For every step closer we would get to challenging for them, somebody, someway, somehow was right there to save them, from the inevitable, and when it mattered, for all their talk, and all there psycho babble, when they had a real challenge, they buckled and collapsed under pressure, they are nothing more than shells of what once was. Through all of the wanting, and waiting, and let downs, and broken promises, it took for this to happen, it took for the division to be completely ran into the ground and an open call to be given for us to get our first ever shot at these titles. I can tell you right now, we don’t care who you are or what you have done, it will mean nothing tonight. This is our time, and this is damn well our moment, and those titles are going Over the Edge, and we will rebuild the division.

[The side of the screen showing Eyesnsane sides away as Killemall keeps speaking.]

Killemall: Patiently, win after win, and name after name, that fell at my hands, I have had to wait, for my chance. For some recognition of what I have been able to achieve, I stand in no shadow. I am and never have been a lackey, I am the FWA’s only ninja, and I am a member of Over the Edge, and tonight I become one half of the FWA tag team champions.

[The scene fades back to Eyesnsane.]

Eyesnsane: All the other can say what they want; difference is we back up what we say, from the women’s division, to Rondo and Lopez fighting to simply stand in the shadow of the FWA’s Young Lion. We have the power to resurrect the tag team titles and make them more than just the punch line of a joke that they have been for more than a year now. The time has come, ALL THIS TIME WE WERE MADE TO WATCH AND TO WAIT, WE… WE HAVE BEEN REGAURDED AS A THOUGHT, A JOKE. A SIMPLE FOOTNOTE, I’VE SEEN THE FOOTAGE, I’VE HEARD THE TALKING HEADS RUNNING TO PUT THERE HANDS ON OUR TITLES AND MOST ACT AND SPEAK AS IF WE WILL NOT EVEN BE THERE, BUT THAT’S FINE, DON’T LOOK, DON’T SEE US[Eyesnsane has started to rock back and forth even faster now; his eyes open as large as they could possibly go, as saliva starts pouring from his mouth as he speaks.]
Eyesnsane: PERHAPS THAT WILL EASY YOUR PAIN, ANDMAKE ITMORE PLAUSIBLE WHEN YOU PRETEND AS IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN WE WALK AWAY WITH THOSTE TITLES. I AM NO JOKE (He begins laughing) WE ARE NOT FUNNY, WE ARE THE TEAM WE STAND UNITED, AND UNITED WE WILL TAKE YOU DOWN, ONE BY ONE TWO BY TWO, MEN, WOMEN, OR WHATEVER YOU ARE.

[Suddenly all that is seen is Killemall standing next to a small creek.]

Killemall: It will not be looks, luck, or strategy. This fight is for survival, of the titles, of the division, and of the brawl itself. Icon, legend, slave, superstar, assistant, or champion; these are all just simplistic labels. Labels that merely justify your present existence, an athlete, a wolf, an ethnic background, Rondo at a Crossing, or Average Performance Attempting Buffoonery, or a spoiled rich kid with daddy issues. You all share in the same base lack of understanding; you speak not, because you know not. However tonight the big secret comes out, you can’t stop us, and you can only hope to avoid us for as long as you can.

[The screen goes black.]

[Killswitch]

Taking Back What is Rightfully Ours:

We open up on an old man. He is in front of a TV screen and he is sitting on a stool. On the back wall is a sign that says “60 Minutes.” Finally we get a good look at the man and we can see that it is Morley Safer. He puts a smile on his face and he begins to speak.

Morley Safer: Professional wrestling, is something that has started to make a comeback. Before people, wouldn’t watch it because it was somewhat of a taboo. It went through a boom and then it died again, but now the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance or the FWA has made it popular yet again. And two men have somewhat made it that way.

The screen pops on another picture. You see two men smiling and you can see that it is Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward.

Morley Safer: I sat down with Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward, as known as Aut Pax Aut Bellum. We talked about their careers and how it means to be the so called best team ever in the FWA. We talked about the big match they have coming up at Trial By Fire, and the legacy that they want to leave not only in the FWA but in wrestling.

The screen fades to black and then it pops back on and you see Morley Safer walking with Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward. Morley then has a voiceover.

Morley Safer: These two men started out at nothing and worked their way up to become the team that they are today. Andrew, the older of the two by a couple months sees himself as the leader of the team, as it was his idea to come to the FWA. Dan, who is younger and leaner doesn’t really care that Andrew sees himself as the leader.

Dan Ward: Well, he might be the leader but it doesn’t bother me. We both have fun in the ring and it doesn’t seem like it is a dynamic that bothers us. Yes, he says he is the leader but I see myself as the second in command.

Dan laughs and Andrew nods.

Andrew Johnson: Well, you know yeah I think I’m the leader but that was just because I started the team. I watched the FWA while in Scotland and I said that is where I want to go. Dan, followed it as well but not as much as me. So, one day we were training and I said let’s go to the United States, there is a good promotion out there that I think would be interested in us. So we went out to California worked in a couple indy feds, and all of the sudden a couple people from the FWA stopped us in the back of one of our shows and said come out and show us what you can do. So we did that and I guess the rest is history.

Morley Safer: How long did it take you to finally make it into the FWA?

Dan Ward: It really only took us a couple months. I think the places that we wrestled made us ready for the big leagues. We had offers from TNA and WWE, but we saw that it was much more of a better place in the FWA. It was an up and coming promotion at that time and we wanted to jump on the bandwagon I guess.

We then go back to a scene with the three men walking and again another voice over.

Morley Safer: No one expected that Andrew and Dan would become so big right away. When they first wrestled people saw them as a one-time deal. That they would walk away and not look back. When asked about that Andrew got a little defensive.

Andrew Johnson: We take that as a slight I guess. When we hear that it makes us mad. It makes us mad because we had worked so hard to make it here. It made us feel kind of worthless, and in a way made us work harder to prove Matthew Robinson and the fans and the rest of the FWA wrong.

Dan Ward:On top of that, we were having fun. Even if we had lost matches it made us want to go out that next week and win the next match.

Morley Safer: And win matches they did. One of the best feuds ever in the FWA was when they fought Confederate Justice and Electric Funeral. A feud that both of them attribute to making them as good as they are.

Andrew and Dan both smile when asked this question.

Andrew Johnson: We have to give it too those four men. They made us worker harder than anyone ever had at that point. It made us look at ourselves and say that we have finally made it to the big time. For the first time people cheered us and then booed us.

Dan then quickly butts in.

Dan Ward: The booing was the best part, and from here on out Morley, we are going to say what we really say in interviews. We aren’t going to play around anymore. We don’t want any more voiceovers either Morley. We know when this s**t gets edited everything will be bleeped out, and you’re going to have voiceovers that people are going to have to sit through, when they can be looking at us.

Morley gets a shocked look on his face as Dan and Andrew both smile.

Morley Safer: I guess that is fin…

Andrew interrupts.

Andrew Johnson: It is more than fine old man. It is going to be picture perfect. Also, you geezer we don’t want to talk about the past anymore. Everyone knows how great we are everyone knows the history that we have. People want to tune in to this show right now so they can see us bash our opponents. They want to see us go uncuffed, they want words from our hearts from our sleeves. And that is what we are going to give them. You can either leave or stay. Even if you leave Morley we will keep the cameras here. Understood?

Morley nods his head. But then he leaves. The cameras are about to walk away behind him but Andrew and Dan get up and they grab them and they make them stay.

Dan Ward: Weren’t you listening? You stay here, and welcome to the new show Aut Pax Aut Bellum, gets their tag team titles back! This show is all about us, and how great we are, and how we were cheated out of our titles, when we “lost” to Anthony and Duke Drazin. As you all know we sued the FWA, and we pretty much won because Anthony and Duke were stripped of those titles. Yes, it helped that Anthony got hurt, wait a minute who hurt him?

Andrew raises his hand, and Dan chuckles.

Dan Ward: Oh yeah it was us! We hurt Anthony, and put him on the shelf, he is no longer going to be a pain in our asses. He is done with wrestling and guess what it was us who did it. Not anyone else and that makes us happy? Why? Because we love to hurt people and it won’t stop with Anthony, it will continue until we reach the pinnacle again. Even when we win the tag titles we won’t be at the pinnacle we want to take over the FWA once again. The other half of The Great Siege doesn’t bother us, we will take them out as well. They are nothing but riding on our coattails. The worst one of which is Wolf. Wolf and XXX, I refuse to say his name because it is long and boring and I don’t want to waste my breath. Wolf, is saying that he is the supreme being of the FWA. That he is much better than everyone else. Yes, we say that as well but we back it up. Wolf is NOTHING and I mean NOTHING. He will always be that, and I don’t care what he says we will beat him and his sidekick, someone that doesn’t even deserve to sniff a title, let alone get a title shot.

Andrew taps on the shoulder of Dan, Dan turns around.

Dan Ward: What?

Andrew Johnson: He kind of won a title. Like a little bit ago.

Dan Ward: He did, who the hell died and gave him a title? Seriously, that is really the only way he would have won a title.

Andrew nods.

Andrew Johnson: I do agree with you, but he won the X-Title.

Dan Ward: Okay that makes sense that title means nothing. So my opinion stands on him. He doesn’t even deserve to sniff a title. If him and Wolf win the tag titles god forbid. The titles would be less than dirt.

Andrew and Dan laugh.

Andrew Johnson: Well that makes since seeing as Wolf was buried alive, and XXX and Carmine had to save him. Which was a surprise because they both are lackwits and couldn’t even fight their way out of a paper bag, but yet they were smart enough to do something like that.

Andrew and Dan smile and then Andrew looks at the camera.

Andrew Johnson: On to Over The Edge. A team that has been around for a while but has never made an impact. People always talk about them as a dark horse team. A team that will someday make an impact. But I ask when will they? Will they at Trial By Fire? Or will it be five years down the road? To be honest I am going with the latter. They will never make an impact as long as we are here. Yes, they make people cheer for them because they are the underdogs. They are the team that will always be under the radar. But that is for a reason, they are not skilled enough to be on top of the mountain. If they win these titles they will again be less than dirt. We cannot let that happen and that won’t happen. Over The Edge will not walk out with the titles. But they will be doing one thing.

Andrew smiles. Dan waits and waits. He then gets fed up.

Dan Ward: What will they be doing?

Andrew Johnson: They will be limping out of the ring, while we hold the titles high, and oh how the people will be booing us. Which is the best sound in the whole world, when people boo and say APAB sucks, that makes us tick that makes us breath!

Dan and Andrew laugh. Dan then starts to walk around and he sees a Cuban flag in the room. He touches it and then smells it.

Dan Ward: Smells like Communism, and smells like crap. Oh wait sorry. I should be nice and not make fun of a country for sucking, I mean it is nothing against Cuba, but still the Cuban Connection we have to face Joey “Bones” Ortiz and Juan Lopez suck. Yes Lopez has a title but it means nothing and hell Ryan Rondo will probably wipe the floor with him so when he comes and faces us he will be nothing but a puddle on the floor. Ortiz well he is good but he was nothing but a lackey for Kennedy, and Kennedy is nothing but a joke, but we will deal with Kennedy when we get to that. We don’t like him, because well he turned his back against us, and I guess Ortiz will be treated like Kennedy we will break him and make him whimper just like we will when we face Kennedy in the ring. The Cuban Connection doesn’t bother us. Just like this flag, they will be torn down and set on fire.

Dan rips the flag down and he takes out a lighter and sets it on fire. They watch it go up in flames for a little bit then they douse the flames with water.

Andrew Johnson: We have mystery opponents?

Dan nods his head.

Andrew Johnson: Wow, how intriguing, and how ground breaking. Anyways, who gives a crap. Mystery, Veronique and JoJi and Darnell Porter and his mystery partner who cares, and Ryan Rondo and Cameron Cross. We will beat you just like we will beat the other teams. For Veronique it will be her first match, interesting. I guess you’ll lose a match in your career and it might as well be your first one.

Dan Ward: For Darnell Porter, you can get Narc, or Narc Jr. You can get anyone you want but it doesn’t matter you are nothing. You think you are big and bad but you aren’t. Hell get Doink the Clown or Mark Reynolds we will beat you.

Andrew Johnson: Because as we say. We are Greatness, and we are about to…

Dan Ward: Pass you by!

Dan reaches back and grabs two things. We get a good look at them and they are Tag Team Titles, and they smile and put them around their waists, signifying what will happen at Trial By Fire.

[The Full Time Shakey]

There’s nothing you can do to win. You may as well be talking to thin air.

Lights turn on, we see a grand hall, covered with pictures, down one side we have pictures of X Division champions of the past, and the present. One the other side, it is the same only this time it is a run down of the Young Lions champions of the past and present. The portraits of every single champion has a beautifully crafted golden frame around it, with a ruby encrusted on the top of the portrait. The portraits must not be touched however, this signaled by how a velvet rope is crossed between everyone. Down the middle sits Ryan Rondo, the current Young Lions champion and former two time X Division champion in a chair, behind him a velvet curtain, and just by his side, a rope, perhaps connected to drawing these curtains by Ryan shows no sign of wanting to pull it yet. He sits with his belt on his shoulder, dressed in his finest suit, looking straight ahead with nothing but passion burning inside his eyes. His eyes like sapphires peering into the camera, peering into your soul, ready to connect it to his, to what he’s thinking.

Ryan Rondo: Juan Lopez. You are a man like me, you have held both these titles, we are the only two men to do so I believe, as evidenced by these pictures on the side…

The camera cuts to the pictures, showing Ryan standing tall after defeating Devin Golden in a Taipei Deathmatch, clutching his newly won title like it was a newborn baby borne to him. It shows Juan Lopez after his victory and capture of the Young Lions title, the picture quickly cuts to Ryan winning the title a second time from Xavier, and then Juan holding his title after taking it from Tommy Tripper. It is rounded off with a cut to Ryan standing with his Young Lions title.

Ryan Rondo: …so how fitting it is for us two to be the men to unify these titles together, to become the one, to become the undisputed best of the best of our divisions. Not only due to our pedigrees in both division but we are the polar opposites, we have you, the fans don’t like you, they don’t think of you as a true champion and it has shown these past few weeks, people are writing you off already. Then there’s me, call me arrogant, but I know the fans like me more than you, and they know that title belongs to me. I was never pinned, I never tapped out, I never gave it up! It might have seemed like it when I handed it over to G-Rich but that is not the case. I’ve held that title in my heart these last few months, I have been sitting on Fight Night, yearning for a title shot again at the very thing that has kept me breathing, kept me in this business these last few months. People ask me, what was the point in doing that to XXX after I had left the show, here’s why: It was a reminder to every X Division wrestler that I wasn’t done. I was off the show, the belt was off of me, but I wasn’t finished with it. That was a statement of intent. It kept him so consumed that he couldn’t focus on gaining it back.

The camera cuts to the second portrait of Ryan with the X Division title, showing that the end date of his reign is infact marked ‘Relinquished’. There is no date put there due to the fact he had never ‘lost’ it.

Ryan Rondo: You might question why I am sitting here, in a hall of portraits of former champions. It’s because these titles are about to become one, so how fitting it is of me to sit here and recount the great stories of them both. Although I’d be wasting your time in all honesty, Juan. Because you seem to take in nothing. These past few weeks, I’ve taken you on and beaten you. It’s something that I am starting to grow tired of, the fans are growing tired of it. You have soiled the belt completely, you haven’t even looked like your trying, and being honest, you shouldn’t even be in this match, Tommy Tripper was far more deserving than you, hell that pompous imbecile Xavier was more worthy than you. But they were the architectures behind their own downfalls, it is their own fault and so they must accept the consequences for it all. You look at the heritage of both these titles and it is no question as to which is claimed to be the more prestigious but see that is your problem. You value certain titles moreso than others, you probably think I am a diddy champion with this title and will be easily brushed aside. But here’s some news for you, I’ve won that belt twice, hell, I did the unexpected, I beat the man who was perhaps the greatest X Division Champion of all time, I beat the man who put it on the map, I did the thing you could only dream of!

The camera switches to the portrait of Devin Golden, his portrait is more immaculately decorated and in more pristine condition in comparison to, for example, Grizzly Joe’s and Rebel Bad Ass’ as both of their portraits’ frame are in need of a clean, the Ruby missing and the portrait canvas peeling.

Ryan Rondo: If it wasn’t for that man, you wouldn’t be holding that title, you wouldn’t care for it, you don’t care for it now! You only see it as a trophy, something to boost your CV with, this disgusts me. That is a difference between you and I, Juan. I don’t care about a title’s prestige at all, sure I’d take the Heavyweight title over the X Division title, but in these two titles, the prestige doesn’t matter, I treat a title as a title, it is the most precious reward in this profession. You treat it with respect, you hold onto it with the grip of a vice and never let anyone take it. You spill your blood, sweat and tears for every single damn title in this business, you put your heart, mind and body on the line for these things. Well. It’s what I do. Not you. I haven’t seen an ounce of passion in you these last few weeks, infact, I question if you even want to be here? But I’ll boost your passion, I’ll make you bring your best when I show you what lies beneath this curtain…

The Camera pans to behind Ryan as the red, velvet curtain falls slowly, as he tugs on the rope. It reveals, a huge portrait frame, absolutely immaculate, more so than Devin’s or any other champions’ in this hall, and at the top, there is a RUBY, a SAPPHIREand an EMERALD encrusted. The portrait however, is empty, there is only a BLACK silhouette with a penetrating bold WHITE question mark upon it. Who’s silhouette cannot be determined, it is simply default, nothing of Rondo’s detail or Lopez’.

Ryan Rondo: See. THIS IS WHAT AWAITS ONE OF US. Not a portrait or anything like that, incase you don’t see what’s underneath, I mean this: first spot on the wall, a PLACE IN THE HISTORY BOOKS! We have our chance to be forever remembered as the first ever undisputed champion of these two division, to be the man who unified these titles and took what is rightfully theirs…. Well what is rightfully mine, the throne above all Young Lions and X Divisioners. But what, most likely, awaits you as I rise to prominence? The loser will go down as the man who lost it all, who gave it up, who just couldn’t back up what they said. And I believe I could be forgiven for saying that it is you who is looking like the most likely to be the one who bestows that honour upon themself. It’s inevitable Juan, there is nothing you can say that will make you win. You may as well have a conversation with thin air this time around because nothing, and I mean it, NOTHING is going to stop me.

Ryan stops for a moment of brief reflection, his eyes gaze upon the silhouette, still that default shape, he closes his eyes, as if he is remembering something. He is remembering being in the arena, how it feels when the fans call his name, will him on in his battles. They reinvigorate him, they fill him with the energy that he needs to do this. He opens his eyes and begins to talk.

Ryan Rondo: This is why I will win. THIS IS WHY I HAVE TO WIN. The fans. The reason I started in this business, it all comes full circle at Trial by Fire. Everytime a fan shouts my name, I hear them, it gives me strength, the willpower to deal with my opponents. They will me on. You don’t realize that having the fans on your side is a very powerful thing, Juan. The feeling these fans gives me, the passion they fill me with, they are here for me, they are here to cheer me on, TO SEE ME UNIFY THESE TITLES AND PUT MY NAME IN THE HISTORY BOOKS. It won’t be just my name in the history books, it’ll be every single fan in attendance’s too, they are all participating with me in this match, and all the participants bar one is going into the good books after this match, unfortunately, that participant is you, Juan. It’s you, you’re the one being tried by fire here, and unfortunately, it’s going to burn you and leave a mark on you… forever.

Ryan stops speaking, and smiles, his eyes now full of happiness, he stands infront of the silhouetted portrait for a moment, before walking over to his 2nd portrait on the X Division side, and then smiles at the camera before walking off. The camera then pans slowly to the silhouette, with Ryan’s words repeating themselves over and over, all different mixtures of his dialogue, becoming inaudible but louder as the silhouette changes and the question mark fades away, the silhouette becomes a shape of Ryan himself at the same time, in unison, Ryan’s words ‘I will win’ are repeated before the camera fades out.


I WILL WIN.

I WILL WIN.

I WILL WIN.

I WILL WIN.

[Cryonix]

....interesting...

[JJ Smooth]

Tag Team Turmoil: Why not us? Why the hell not?

After their last match on Fight Night, Cameron Cross and 'The Amazing One' Ryan Rondo walk thru the curtain to the backstage area victorious as a Tag Team once again, this time over the Cuban Connection. When they get some interesting news...

Cross- "And that's another one for the good guys. Way to finish it off bud! And don't worry...Trial by Fire, you'll be unifying the titles after getting payback for what those two cowards did out there tonight. Typical sore losers, gotta attack someone with their backs turned. You're in Lopez's head bud. Do what you do best at Trial by Fire and get that X-Division Title back with your Young Lions belt."

Rondo nods and the two shake hands but before going off in seperate directions, a stagehand calls out to them...

Stagehand: "Hold on guys...I was told to inform you that you could still enter the Tag Team Turmoil Match that's taking place at Trial By Fire."

Rondo and Cross look at one another, then they both shrug and say

"Why the hell not?"

End Scene



The scene is once again backstage, but this time, it's at Trial by Fire, and Cameron Cross is joined in the backstage interview area by FWA's Emily Gordon...

Emily- "Ladies and Gentlemen my guest at this time, North American Champion, Cameron Cross!

The crowd cheers as Cross enters the camera's view

Emily- "Cameron, tonight, you're in the Tag Team Turmoil match for the FWA Tag Team Championship, and you're once again partnering with 'The Amazing One' Ryan Rondo against APAB, Over the Edge, The Cuban Connection, 'Prime Time' Darnell Porter and a mystery partner, Veronique and JoJi, Wolf and Xavier Xander Xerxes and a mystery tag team...your thoughts on this daunting task in front of you?"

Cross- "First off...it's very lovely to see you again Emily"

Cross winks as Emily smiles back warmly...

Cross- "But now we've got the formalities out of the way, to address your question, my thoughts on this matchup? Now since it's such a big match, with titles at stake, and so many people...this may take a bit...so allow me a couple deep breaths...

Cross mockingly simulates a couple of deep breaths.

Cross- "Ok..I'm ready...first...tag team turmoil...'The Amazing One' Ryan Rondo teaming once again with yours truly, Tag Team Titles are on the line. And I've got some trivia for you Emily hun if you could appease me please...name the one 'tag team' in this match, that has never suffered defeat?"

Emily shrugs

Cross- "Well I'll tell you darling, it's the tag team that just gets thrown together just to keep them busy, Cameron Cross and Ryan Rondo! And we haven't beaten simple nobodies, we've beaten some of the teams involved in this match. Yeah that's right, we've beaten Over The Edge back at the Anniversary show in 2010, and just last Fight Night...hey a win over The Cuban Connection. So this isn't just a couple of singles wrestlers just going thru the motions, we are legitimate contenders for these titles, despite what some suits or anybody in the back wants to think. Our record speaks for itself, and we currently hold singles titles as well so we're more than qualified."

Emily- "Do you think you're more qualified than previous champions and longest reigning Champions of all-time, APAB?"

Cross- "More qualified? No. They are the standard bearer to which all other teams are held to. Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson are great...together. But you seperate them, they fall to pieces. That's where Rondo and myself differ, we're already successful as individuals. Our belts that adorn our waists and throw over our shoulders are no accidents. Just like when we win the titles tonight, it won't be because of some accident. It won't be controversial, and this time APAB will be beaten...and beaten cleanly. They can mope, threaten legal action, try and throw any excuse they can, it won't matter after tonight."

Crowd pops as Cross smiles his confident smile.

Emily- "What about Darnell Porter and his mystery partner?"

Cross- "Well I'm not so sure, I mean, it could be anyone Emily...wait...it's not you is it?"

Emily shakes her head quickly.

Cross- "Fair enough, but I can only talk about who I know is in the match, 'Prime Time'...your 'return' was cause for much celebration, and with good reason, you seemed to be reignited and were ready for huge things. But yet, what has happened since that 2-3 outburst? You seem to have lost that flame again. And I don't think you're any closer to getting it back. No mystery partner can provide that much of a spark to help you get it back for tonight."

Emily- "And what of Over The Edge? You really haven't had too much of a problem with them."

Cross- "As usual Emily, you're very astute. You're right, I haven't had any real issues with those guys. Faced them only once as I spoke of earlier. Rondo and me did the job that night. But we've been on different shows in the past, but now with the merger, we were bound to cross paths at some point. Tonight seems to be the perfect time to do so. Eyesnane and Killemall are great and as a stable they are quite strong. They have a lot of untapped talent and potential. The held their own against The Great Siege in the past, a lot of decent wins on their resumes. James is a former Young Lions Champion who also gave Chris Kennedy all he could handle. To be quite frank, and no disrespect to APAB intended with this...but I think Over the Edge are our stiffest competition in this match. They've got that hunger and drive that we have and it makes them every bit as dangerous."

Emily- "What about the new Siege team of Wolf and someone with whom you are very familiar with, Xavier Xander Xerxes?"

Cross lightly chuckles

Cross- "Well you said it Em, I am quite familiar with Trips and being so familiar with him, it makes me wonder exactly what in the hell was Wolf thinking in having him as his partner...hell...have him be in this "Siege Reloaded" with Carmine?!? Maybe he just figures he's going to dominate this match so thoroughly despite having Trips on his team? Maybe he'll even do us and the world a favor and just end up taking Trips out to spare us all the time or effort? But what I do know is this...Wolf...as much as you may come into this thinking you're going to run right thru every other team in this match, let this sit and stew in that brain of yours, as much as I know you want to win this match...and establish dominance for your team, I know it drives you that much more to become World Champion again. And what good will you be going into a match against a fresh Thomas Princeton after expending so much energy in this match? Because, it's inevitable that you will...you have to pick up the slack for your (ahem) partner. Trips, I've said in the past that I was done with you...and I will hold true to that word, you're barely even worth mentioning in the same breath as Wolf. I think even you aren't thick-skulled enough to believe you are anywhere close to on the level of the majority of the talent in the same ring."

Emily- "And the dangerous Cuban Connection? They seem to be firing on all cylinders despite losing to you and Rondo last Fight Night."

Cross for the first time in the entire interview has a serious look on his face as the crowd is loud with their displeasure at hearing the name of their most recent opponents.

Cross- "Yeah...firing on all cylinders, if you consider being absolute chicken shits and having to attack a couple of guys from behind firing on all cylinders...then sure. They're on top of it right now. About a month back, I tried to give Juan Lopez some words of encouragement. I tried to warn him that certain actions would have consequences. Now, he's got no choice but to learn firsthand that doing cowardly things will lead to nothing but regret and punishment. Lopez, the only thing that's going to be better about beating you and Joey Ortiz tonight, is that it will be the second time in the same night, that my tag partner Ryan Rondo gets his hand raised as well as belts handed to him. And Joey, ohhh Joey...after proper payback is delivered this evening to the both of you, I'll be honest, I'll actually be pulling for you...I'll be pulling for you in your upcoming match against Alexx. Because as much as I despise the both of you..it still pales in comparision to that arrogant snobbish no-good overrated French whining jerk. But Joey, all that aside...I'm coming for you...you obviously didn't see what I did to the last few people who've done cowardly things to me. Jack Severino, dealt with handedly. Trips, I lost count how many times I threw him around and treated him as my personal punching bag. You're fast going down the same route. And I'm gonna warn you as I did your partner, before it's too late...be careful, because consequences are rapidly approaching."

Emily- "And what of the last team in the match? Veronique and JoJi?"

Cross- "Yeah, my favorite Kiwi in the FWA...well...to be fair..he's the only New Zealander..but everyone's favorite Maori warrior...HOSEA GEAR is here!...Oh wait...my fault...I meant JoJi. Well I think ol' JoJi needs to take a minute or two...and try something different...JoJi..tonight instead of getting too wrapped up in this match....how about you try something completely out of your norm...tonight JoJi...try...smiling."

Crowd laughs as Cross nods.

Cross- "But as for your partner...Veronique...wel l Gabrielle says she's the goods. And while I don't know which 'goods' she's directly referencing, I'll just assume it's to do with her wrestling skills in the ring. So if that really is the case, they..more appropriately she is the unknown entity in this match...even moreso than the 'mystery partner' because at least we know she's here and she will actually turn up. And hey, I'll admit...she's not too bad on the eyes either.

Cross smiles and winks again at Emily who herself giggles at the comment.

Cross- "But that doesn't mean that she's not to be taken seriously. She is a blond after all...hey...ya know..I hear she speaks French...maybe it's really Alexx just cross dressing?!??

Crowd with a loud "Ooohh" at the shot at Alexx

Cross- "Regardless of whether that is true or merely just happenstance, she will taste the bitter tears of defeat tonight, just as they all will fall to the team no one saw coming. The team that despite individual success, can put that aside to form a formidable tag team. Hey, it's not like it HASN'T worked in the past. Look at our most recent Champions, Duke Drazin and Anthony. So I leave you with this Emily...the REAL questions of the night isn't 'what about your opponents?'...it isn't 'can you and Rondo actually win?' No Emily...the REAL question about this match is...'Why NOT Cross and Rondo'? Now if you'll excuse me, me and 'The Amazing One' have more work that needs to be done."

The crowd cheers as Cross exits off to the right.

Emily- "Thanks Cameron and back to Langdon and Harry!"

End Scene.

[DramaShark]

Staring In:
Trial By Turmoil

South Beach, Miami



Everywhere else in the world, people are amidst of a harsh winter, everywhere except Miami, Florida where the sun gloriously shines down on the native beach bums and hundreds of tourists. FWA TV Champion Joey "Bones" Ortiz is laying out on a beach towel, so close to the shore that as the water comes crashing in guided by the tide, the water is nearly inches from his toes. His large aviator sunglasses protect his eyes from the vibrantly bright sun rays. They also hide the fact that his wandering eyes follow the ass of every woman he sees, and there is plenty to look at.
A beautiful Puerto Rican honey-dip with an ass so thick it swallows her thong. She is also blessed in the chest as Joey watches double-d's jiggle joyfully before his eyes travel upwards and towards wide smile and big brown eyes. His eyes take in every inch of this raven haired beauties light brown skin, admiring each of her many curves.

Joey Ortiz: Ay dios mio! ella es hermosa!

Then suddenly, Joey's view is obstructed when his best friend and tag team partner Juan Lopez stands in front of Joey, blocking out the girl. Juan is smoking a $265 Bolívar Cuban cigar and clutching an ice cold Corona with blue.

Juan Lopez: Bro, the talent here is over the top, man...

Joey springs up and looks behind Juan, but the beautiful chica has already disappeared into the crowd consisting of a dozens of beach goers. Joey looks a little ticked off as he looks at Juan but he skakes it off and smiles.

Joey Ortiz: Tell me about it, man. It's good to be home, nice to unwind a bit before the big Pay-Per-View.

Juan Lopez: Hey you ain't kidding, my dude.

3 well tanned blonds wearing almost nothing but 3 matching white bikinis stroll by, smiling at Juan and Joey. Juan bites his own clenched fist as he admires the women walking by.

Juan: Ese huevo quiere sal!

Joey: Ah, this f--king guy....

Juan: I can't help it, I gotta get a piece of that! You coming with me?

Joey turns and looks towards the crowd of hundreds of people, all dancing to the sound of raunchy dance music. He thinks about the beautiful woman he saw walk by earlier.

Joey: You go ahead, I spoted a dime-piece earlier I want to track down.

Juan: Sounds good to me, papa. Wouldn't be the first time I have handled 3 at once, wont be the last I hope. Holler at me when you want to grab some food.

Joey: No doubt. Good luck, bro.

Joey heads into the crowd, all eyes on him as the music blaring through the crowd becomes a soundtrack for Joey as he makes his way through.



When I'm at the beach,
I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
This is how I roll,
come on ladies it's time to go
We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service (watch!)
(Ahhh)
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I...I...I work out

Joey is amidst the crowd and he scans the area. He sees many girls, tall girls, small girls, thick girls, thin girls, but not the one he is looking for. He sighs to himself and is about to give up. Then, once it appeared all hope was lost, a single glorious ray of sun shines down on the Puerto Rican angel in front of him and begins swatting people out of his way as he heads towards the Ice Cream truck she is buying from. Joey makes a b-line for the chica, not seeing the man buried in sand as he accidentally steps on the gentleman's head.

???: Ummm...I still don't know what I want....Do you have Snow Cones?

Joey Ortiz: I think you want an FWA Ice Cream bar, sweetheart...

???: Ugh, what?

Joey turns to the ice cream vendor and hands him a $20 bill he has tucked in his shorts, which causes the woman to raise an eyebrow as the ice cream vendor reluctantly takes it, using a paper towel to retrieve the cash from his hand.

Joey Ortiz: 2 FWA Ice Cream bars, for me and the lady.

The vendor hands Joey the ice cream bars and he turns to the lady.

???: FWA Ice Cream bars? Who eats these, I....

She stops her sentence once she finally recognizes Joey, her eyes widening

???: Wait, you are Joey BONES!

Joey Ortiz: It's Joey Ortiz. But you can call me Joey. Or anything you want, actually...

???: Joey...Nice to meet you. I am Vita. Vita Cardona...

Joey Ortiz: Wait...THE Vita Cardona? The Channel 8 News reporter?

Vita Cardona: That's right. Thanks for the Ice Cream, Joey. Now how about you buy me a drink, papi?

-4 hours later-

Inside Joeys delux suite at the Kennedy Hotel, Joey and Vita lay in bed, a white sheet covering their naked bodies as the cuddle with each other, both of them trying to catch their breath after the life altering experience Joey just laid down on Vita.

Vita: Ay Dios mío! Eso fue increíble!

Joey: Oh you liked that, huh? Well we ain't even hit Round 2 yet, Mami...

Suddenly, Joey's phone goes off and he reaches over to the nightstand where his platinum rolex and his iPhone are both laying. He grabs his phone and sees looks on the call ID. It's reads "Juan Lopez" and has a picture of Juan blowing smoke towards the screen.

Joey: Hola...

Juan: Bro, what happened to you? Thought we were gonna grab some food?

Joey: Let's just say I got wrapped up in something...hahahaha. What happened to the 3 blonds you were gonna lay it down on?

Juan: Look, that didn't pan out the way I wanted. You trying to get some food or what?

Joey: Hey take it easy, man. Yeah...I could eat.

Vita: Wait, don't...

Joey: Uh, hold on Juan, one second...

Joey turns to Vita

Joey: What's up, baby?

Vita: Look Joey, I know that we just met, but I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you...well, both you and Juan.

Joey: Hold on, mami, me and Juan don't go two at once, only that one time and we didn't cross swords, I swear to god...

Vita: Ugh, gross. No, that's not what I meant. Look, I know you have that big Pay-Per-View match coming up at Trial By Fire. You and Juan are local celebrities here in Miami, and It would do my career as a reporter a great bit of good if could get an interview with The Cuban Connection...

Joey: You want an interview with The Cuban Connection?

Vita smiles and nods her head

Joey: Hahaha, and If I say no?

Vita cblues on top of Joey, wrapping her legs around his waist and placing her hands on his chest.

Vita: Well, you could say no, and I would thank you for a wonderful night then we go our separate ways, and you would go on to meet Juan at Burger King while I go to my boyfriends for the night. OR, you could say yes, and after you and Juan finish your dinner, you could come back here to your hotel room where I will be waiting for you, wearing what I am wearing now...nothing. Only by then I will be much more...appreciative.

Joey: You are good. I'll give you that.

Juan is still holding on the phone. Joey puts the phone to his head

Joey: Juan, before we eat meet me at the Pier down on South Beach, it's work related...

-25 minutes later-

Juan and Joey are standing on the pier as the camera crew is setting up. The moonlight reflects off of the water as waves come crashing into the shore. Juan and Joey are both well dressed in silk button downs and both sporting designer sunglasses. Juan is smoking a Cuban cigar and pacing back and forth as a calm Joey is texting on his iPhone.

Juan: Joey, what the hell, man? I'm starving bro, you got us doing an interview with News Channel 8? We should be at Fajardos chowing down Cubanitas dollar beers, but instead you got me doing this bullshit. Come on, man

Joey: This f--king guy. Look man, just look at it as us cutting a promo, only this is a promo for our home town. We need to get our fans behind us on this, we need the support of all of Miami on this one. If not for us, for them...

Juan takes a look at Vita, holding the microphone, awaiting the producers to yell action, her cleavage at the forefront of everyones attention.

Juan: Save the speech, Joey. You are banging the reporter and she is bribing you with more sex.

Joey: Guilty...

Producer: Okay and we are rolling in 3...2...1, Action!

Vita: Ask anyone in Miami about The Cuban Connection and you could very well get a million different stories. The famous Miami tag team has locally conqured professional wrestling up and down Florida and the FWA has finally put them together as a tag team on international television. The Cuban Connection has already brought the TV Title and X-Division title to Miami, and now it seems they have their sights set on The Tag Team Titles. I am here with Juan Lopez and Joey "Bones" Ortiz, The Cuban Connection. Juan, Joey, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Joey: Trust me, Vita. The pleasure was all mine.

Vita smiles

Vita: Now guys, you have both had quick success in the FWA. Juan, you are a former Young Lions Champion and the current X-Division Champion. Joey, you have ended Anthonys historic TV title reign and managed to step out of the shadow of FWA's Chris Kennedy. Do you feel that after all of your success there is an added pressure for you guys to win the Tag Team Turmoil matches?

Juan Lopez: Vita, you know there is pressure on us in everything we do because we are the underdogs in every scenario. But you know what? We do what we do. We preservere. That's all you can do, you gotta go hard at everything you do. You give 100% and you will get results. Just look at us, we are both champions, as you pointed out. There isn't a single team in this that is a real tag team, they are all just random pairings of bozo's who want to make a name for themselves. The Cuban Connection are the only ones walking in there with a pair of belts around their waist. We will be the ones walking out with more belts around our waist, and there isn't a single thing any of those pendejos in this match can do to stop The Cuban Connection. The Venomous Dragon Juan Lopez, The Cuban Car Bomb Joey "Bones" Ortiz, these are the names that echo through the future of The FWA, specifically the Tag-Team division because we were both born to carry those tag team titles.

Joey Ortiz: It's as simple as this, Vita. There isn't a single tag team in this match that can do what we do. Aut Pax Aut Bellum, they are outdated, obsolete. They have fallen from prominence and are trying to get their name value back up. Ain't gonna happen. Darnell Porter has a mystery partner, who cares. I feel bad for Porters partner because Porter is going to give 0%, and it won't matter how good the mystery man performs because Darnell won't be there for him, Darnell has never had enough respect for him sef to value his work ethic as singles competitor, he is in no way, shape or form a team player. Case closed. Then you have two more mystery jerk offs in the fold, Question mark man #1 and Question mark man #2. These guys are not mystery opponents, the FWA bookers just forgot these losers names when they were putting the card together. Simple as that. It doesn't matter who you two jerk-off's are, you could be Batman & Robin, Mario and Luigi, Abbot and Costello, God and The Devil, The Legion Of Doom, or Indiana Jones and that little Chinese kid, it doesn't matter WHO you are, Mystery Team, you are still going to lose. Wolf and Xavier Xander Xerxes, what a crock of shit. So this new Great Siege is opposing APAB, the old Great Siege. Funny thing is, between the four of them, they probably have only half a brain cell combined. Wolf isn't going anywhere in this match, his mind will be on that pompous prick Princeton and their world title match later. And XXX is about as good a wrestler as I am seeing eye dog. Over The Edge, the laughing stock of the FWA Tag Division, they have been the only other legitimate tag team other than Aut Pax Aut Bellum for almost 2 years now and what have they accomplished? Nothing. And Juan here has a history with Eyensane, trading wins and losses over The Young Lions title. Juan has some unfinished business with that loser Eyensane and I will be in his corner this time.
Veronique and JoJI? Yeah right. Every time I am in the same ring as JoJI he ends up getting hurt. Imagine that. And Veronique is nothing more than a glorified administrative assistant, I have no idea why she is even in this match but to be honest between a 120 pound blond bimbo with no in-ring experience and that mongoloid lapdog JoJI, JoJI is the weakest link.

Juan Lopez: Rondo and Cross have given us some trouble, but it's okay because come Trial by Fire they won't be an issue anymore. We will be victorious and we will beat every single tag team in the FWA at the same time proving that we are the dominant tag team in the FWA. This ain't all talk, we talk the talk but we also walk the walk and that's something the no other tag team in this match can say that. The Cuban Connection is without a doubt the single most electrifying tag team in this business. There is no way anyone even comes close to stacking up, you can not measure our greatness on any metric, we are simply that damn good.

Joey Bones: Simply put, we are going places in the FWA and what better way to begin our path with a tag team title reign right off the bat? This is our time, even Ray Charles could see that. You have pompous pieces of shit like Aut Pax Aut Bellum who like to brag about a 2 year title reign when they never defended the goddamn things to begin with. Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson, two Scottish twerps with questionable fashion sense and even more questionable sexual preferences. They seem awful close is all I am saying. APAB and The Great Siege can all get a mouthful of what I got coming their way, because they are not as big and bad as they think they are. Two little limp wristed, glitter blooded fruity booty fairy boys who are both softer than cotton panties. Such a bunch of tough guys, I've seen more spine in jelly fish. Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson, when it's all over and you take an ass beating like a pair of men for once, you guys can comfort each other, get real close, kilt to kilt, and just console one another.

Vita: Would you say that's your biggest threat, Aut Pax Aut Bellum?


Juan Lopez: APAB? Please, I have seen more passion on the dance floor of my nieces Quinceañera than I have seen in those two. Their entire reputation is fabricated they are a bunch of jokers. Do you really think we are afraid of a couple of pendejos who have their heads so far up their asses they see they can no longer smell how shitty their entire act has become.

Joey Ortiz: APAB are useless. They talk a big game but will ultimately do nothing in this match. These are different times, there are actually other tag teams in play, actual competition other than the local jobbers they were fed every week. No, we do not consider Aut Pax Aut Bellum a threat nor do we consider anyone else a threat because we already got this match in the bag. We are going to do what we do best, which is walk into that match and take what we want. If there was a team to look out for, it wouldn't be APAB. I am a little bit interested in seeing what The Fake Siege, Wolf and Xavier Xander Xerxes are going to do, because even though he is crazier than a Rat in a Meth Lab, Wolf gets the job done. His partner on the other hand, Xanga Xopher Xanadu, is worthless and will only hold him back. Their tag team consists of an inconsistent main eventer and a curtain jerker borderline jobber. We are stepping into this match with a Wolf and Pit Bull, but it won't matter because those poochies are up against a Venomous Dragon and hungry Lion. The odds aren't in their favor. Xerxes Xerbet Xylophone, you are one of the dead fish stinking up the Fight Night roster right now, your whole routine is garbage and you are faker than the silver chains you wear, the ones you tell everyone are platinum. You ain't nothing but a punk, and you think aligning with the most mediocre former champ you can find is going to do you any favors, it's not. Wolf will be just as worthless as you are once he twist him inside out. Here is your one hope, guys: Don't bother. You don't want what we are going to give you when we cross paths in the tag team turmoil match. You two may think of yourselves as a Wolf and a Pit Bull, but to us you are just a couple of 4 legged bitches...

Vita: Some harsh words for the team of Wolf and XXX. Juan, I want to touch base on Over The Edge, a group who you have personally feuded with for quite a while

Juan Lopez: Yeah, I have a score left to settle with Over The Edge and they are on my list. Killemall wants those tag titles, and I think Eyensane just wants to be on TV for a change. Poor guy, it's a shame to see how far he has fallen since our feud. The height of his popularity came when he was in the ring with me. Just goes to show that my star power runs off on people. When I think of James "Eyensane" Hughes, I see a missed opportunity. A man with loads of potential but he is as stupid as he is ugly and theirfore does nothing with his talents. And this is the leader of Over The Edge, by the way, and that should say something about Over The Edge as a group. I mean, Eyensane hasn't been on TV since Red, White and Bruised? Give me a frickin' break man, you may as well get future endevored already, you suck. Your too busy with your face buried in Nolee's tiny A-Cups to see that the world is moving without you, passing you by.

Joey Ortiz: It's funny, back when The Great Siege were on top, Over The Edge were getting pushed to take them down. But they couldn't. For all their trying, all the trash they talked, interviews they did, promos they cut, they always promised they were going to take them out. They never did. Ever. Hell, this Tag Team Turmoil match is the closest you are ever going to see as far as Over The Edge VS The Great Siege goes, because no one wants to see that. Over The Edge is over the hill, any shot that they may have ever had of being popular in the FWA should have been seized back in 2010, before people ever really had a clue as to how much they really sucked.
And don't get me started on Ryan Rondo and Cameron Cross. You two were lucky enough to get a win over us, don't ask me how because I am still not too sure but all I do know is that neither of you has a snowflakes chance in hell of doing what needs to be done tonight because I am already sure Juan is going to destroy Rondo and leave him with nothing, and when he unifies the titles both of you will have nothing. Cameron, you are just a big soft piece of fuzzy turd and Rondo is nothing more than a failed abortion that just didn't take. Cameron Cross, it's gotta eat at you that everyone considers you a watered down milk and cookies Chris Kennedy knock off, so much that Gabrielle doesn't want anything to do with you now that her and Kennedy are back together. That has to be rough, huh? Who the hell are you? You haven't done a damn thing here, I have been here a quarter of the time you have and I have accomplished more than you. Ryan Rondo, you take that pretty mouth of yours and those piercing blue eyes and find yourself a protective mask because in that match, I promise you I am going to tap dance on your face.

Juan Lopez: Over The Edge, Aut Pax Aut Bellum, Ryan Rondo and Cameron Cross, so many jabronis in this match I feel like I am at the zoo. But it's not just those punks, we have several mystery opponents, Darnell Porter and a couple of Gabrielle's assistants. I am honestly surprised I got through that sentence without falling asleep.


Joey Ortiz: JoJI nows better, everytime he is in the ring with me he ends up getting hurt, like when I knocked his lights out at Red, White and Bruised or when I eliminated him in the 2011 Brawl For It All. JoJI already knows I have his number, so now he is hiding behind a petite little French girl? Yeah, okay, whatever. Veronique, you seem like a beautiful woman and I really don't want to hurt you in this match so out of the interest of fairness I am going to show some restraint and maybe after the match Juan and I can show you what it's like to be right between two champions at once, because that's the closest your ever going to get to those belts. JoJI, you should know better. I am a gentlemen but you have the girl in a match with the likes of XXX, Wolf, Darnell Porter...
Ugh, Darnell Portner, there is a name that used to be synonymous with excellence, now it's just means "Has Been". Porter is as unreliable as can be and whoever his partner is will suffer dearly.

Juan Lopez: Bottom line, Vita, Trial By Fire is the night The Cuban Connection becomes part of FWA history when we destroy every other team the FWA has to offer...

Joey Ortiz: And we are going to look better doing it too...

The Producer yells CUT! as the scene fades to black

The End

[Venomous Dragon]

*The outside of the arena is at a fever pitch.Many FWA fans are abuzz about the Trail by fire card. they are discussing predictions and favorite wrestlers. Despite the event still being hours away, many tailgate in the parking lot. Soon amidst the carefree and fun mood a figure emerges from within the arena with a megaphone. A sharp dressed man escorted by several security guards. When brought into focus it's none other than X division Champion Juan Lopez*

Juan: If you all could for one moment in your pathetic nearly non existent lives stop stuffing your double chins and turn on your brains, I'd like to have a word with you all.

* A crowd begins to form around the Venomous, one that is held back by the security that escorted Lopez out.*

Juan:You see the FWA is really against the idea of me coming out here and interacting with you. You see they fear there would be an incident because of my quote on quote inflamotory comments twowards you simpleton pedejos. So the compromise is the fleet of very stotic looking guys you see surronding me. But see I don't want to cause any trouble. No I see you guys as my friends, mi amigos. I just wanted to ask your guy's opinion on something. That's all. You all know that I'm no troublemaker. So here's the question: Who is coming out the winner in tonight's clash of champions? Me or Ryan Rondo?

*The crowd begins to chant Rondo's name almost instantly. Juan pretends to be hurt in a mocking manner.*

Juanpretending to cry.) You guys don't believe in me? I thought we were buddies.pals.copadres. but I see now it was all a farce. You all prefer pretty boy Rondo.

*The crowd around him erupts in cheers. Juan however just laughs at them all.*

Juan: You idiots are just so easy to manipulate. No wonder when the FWA sees you all it sees is walking atms. I might as well be wearing a "applause now" sign around my neck. Your all sheep just waiting to be herded. Obviously the newest shepherd is Ryan Rondo. You all follow him because he's your newest hero. Your newest escape from the grind of your pitiful mundane day to day life. You people never break the mold. Never exceed expectations. Your just a waste of flesh much like your hero Ryan Rondo. See I actually wan to interview a few of you to see why you actually believe in your hearts of hearts that Rondo can beat me.

*Juan looks around the crowd for volunteers. Several fans plead their case for being picked, but from the corner of his eye Juan finds his first interviewee and quickly cracks a smile. It's a short obese woman with a Ryan Rondo t-shirt and gray sweat pants. She is screaming curse words at Juan to get his attention. As he approaches her, he notices her yellowed teeth and her unkept hair. Juan gags in disgust as she comes in full view.*

Juan: So you're the typical Rondo fan huh?

Fanamn right. I love that sexy beast Rondo! I have his poster hung above my bed and every night...

*Juan cuts her off, shoving the megaphone in her face.*

Juan: Please lady, stop before I lose my lunch. Let me let you in on a little secert. First off Rondo being the prima donna metrosexual he is, would under no circumstances like that your strenching out his mug around your rolls like he's just been stung by a dozen bees. Second one thing I can give Rondo is he usually goes for some hot mamacitas. Inside this arena he'll slap your hand, hug you and even autograph this poor excuse of FWA merchandise. But out of this enviroment, He'd avoid you like the bird flu. The man may lack talent like his fanbase but not taste. Security get this greaseball out of my face.

*Security escorts the fan to the back of the crowd. She screams various four letter words at Lopez, But Juan simply looks like he enjoys it.*

Juan: So who else wants to speak their so called mind?

*Juan walks in a circle examining each shouting fan. Finally he stops in front of a teenage boy wearing a FWABOARDS.com shirt with a mohawk. Juan stops in front of him.*

Juan: Let me guess, Your name is Mark right? I should know I've encountered many of you in my day.

*The teen remains defiant in Juan's presence.*

Fan: Juan you wish you could measure up to Rondo. He has a much better work rate! He's a real wrestler and one who will make history tonight!

*Juan covers his mouth faking shock and awe. He acts out a dagger going into his art before lifting up the megaphone.*

Juan: My God if Rondofan16 over here thinks my workrate is subpar then well that means all that time I spent in Japan, Mexico and Puerto Rico refining my skills was a waste! All for naught! For if I can't impress a snot nosed virgin on the internet then well I might as well hang up my boots. I obviously can't make history like Ryan Rondo. I mean it isn't like I was the first wrestler in history to unmask my myself in Mexico after winning a Mask vs. Mask match. It isn't like I'm the first Latino in FWA history to hold both the Young Lions and X division titles. It isn't like I was the first person to have won both titles weeks before Rondo could make the claim. Your really making me reconsider my career kid.

*The teen looks deflated after Juan's tirade. Juan moves around the circle of people to find one more person to "interview". He comes upon a middle aged man with a white polo shirt.*

Juan: So sir, what makes you think Rondo has me beat?

Fan: It's simple Lopez. In the last few weeks Rondo has pinned you and beaten. There is no doubt he'll have repeat sucess tonight.

*Juan offers a half hearted smile after listening to the man's comments. He intensely stares into the man's eyes quickly making him feel uncomfortable and retreating into the crowd. Juan puts up the megaphone.*

Juan: I'm sure you all have the same ill informed opinion. But it is obvious that you all have short term and selective memory. See the last image everyone saw the last time me and Rondo were in the ring, was me standing victorious over Rondo's battered body, holding my championship up high above my head. Let's go back even futher. FWA draft. I went to crossfire, Rondo went to Fight Night. Everyone assumed he'd do better, yet I was the first to win a title and it was me on the Mile High card not Rondo. Not to mention that in our only singles match to date I beat Rondo soundly. I didn't cheat. I beat him clean in the middle of the ring. You know why?! The same reason I unifying the titles tonight. Becuase Pretty boy Rondo has faced the calibur of opponents I've faced in my career. He's never been through the wars I survived and he certainly has never felt the pain I've felt. Rondo has never had barbed wire tear into his flesh. Never been beaten to a pulp with a pipe. Never been in my shoes. So anything and everything that Rondo throws at me tonight will simply be child's play to what I've experienced before. So Rondo get the make up kit ready. Because after tonight your going to have to cover up a lot of bruises pretty boy.

*Juan walks back towards the arena, while sercurity keep the rabid fanbase at bay.*