Promo Thread Fight Night 1/20/12

[Killswitch]

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[Nolee_Lacroix]

We open up on a shot of the infamous Bush Stadium, home of the 2011 World Series Champions the St. Louis Cardinals before the camera fades in on what appears to be an office within the stadium. With a closer look we can see it's the office of new coach Mike Matheny. The ex-catcher for the St. Louis Cardinals looks up as his door opens and in walks superstar Josh Hill.

Mike: Hey man! Long time no see!

Josh: I know! Last time I saw you was the week you got named the new coach! Must be living a whirlwind life now.

Mike: Hey, it pays the bills so I ain't complaining. What about you? How are things going with the music managing? Living your dream?

Josh: Actually that's kinda a side gig right now. I'm working as a wrestler in the FWA.

Mike: FWA? I ain't never heard of them. Good show?

Josh: Eh, it could be worse. At least I'm not showboating for the other companies. I'm me here, not trying to be someone who I'm not. It doesn't bother me at all.

Mike: That's good. You a champ? Running for a championship?

Josh: I'm really low card at the moment. Wrestling is just now something that appeals to me. Ever since I started managing Nolee Lacroix-

Mike: I've heard of her. My daughter Katie has her album.

Josh: Good, good any publicity I can get out of it is great.

Mike laughs until his phone rings, giving an apologetic smile before answering it. He talks to the person and smiles before hanging up.

Mike: Sorry that was David Freese. Just heard he's going to get into Florida late, I gotta fly down there for spring training soon. So, when are you're guys' shows?

Josh: They're spread out really. We've got one coming up.

Mike: You got a match?

Josh: Yes sir re. I'm fighting Mac Michaud.

Mike: Michaud...where have I heard that name before?

Josh: He was defensive lineman of the year in 2008. Good football player. Then he got a bit violent and was thrown out of the NFL. He was in the service though, you always gotta respect a man who was in the service.

Mike: Think you can beat him?

Josh: I dunno...he's crazy...plus talented. All I know is that it's going to be a good match...at least it should be.

Mike: *nods* Well I wish you luck. But, hey, I gotta get to a meeting with John Mozeliak. Catch you later for dinner?

Josh: Sure! Catch you later man!

Josh stands and shakes Mikes hand before leaving, the camera fading out on the door.

[Eyesnsane]

[Eyesnsane is pacing back and forth in the lockeroom, wearing a white Chicago Cubs jersey, blue jeans and black boots. As Killemall walks into the room wearing all black.]

Killemall: What's up mo?

Eyesnsane: THEY STILL DON'T TAKE US SERIOUSLY, WE NEARLY WERE THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, YET THEY STILL CONSIDER US A DAMN JOKE.

Killemall: Hey, man.. Who, what happened?

Eyesnsane: YOU KNOW WHAT NOTHING....BUT SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN, SOMETHING VERY BRUTAL SOMETHING THAT WILL BE EYE OPENING AND SOMETHING NOBODY WILL SOON FORGET, THEY WIIL SEE I AM NO JOKE IAM NO LAUGHING MATTER

[Eyes reaches into his locker and pulls out a sledge hammer, walks past Killemall exiting the room.]

Killemall: Wait where are you going, what are you going to do? Don't we have a match?

Eyesnsane: No, they gave us the night off, so I'm just going to make a brief statement.

[As Eyesnsane walks into the hallway, Killemall glances at a nearby table, where he sees a booking sheet indicating a match between the St. Louis Browns and Over the Edge.]

Killemall: We do have a match, wait it's the Cleveland Browns right, but, wow these guys are dumb.

[The ninja stands in silence for a moment.]

Killemall: Shit! I got to go stop him from doing something we'll regret later, those two idiots have not even started a career and Eyes is liable to end it right now.

[A plume of smoke surrounds the ninja and when it fades, he is gone.]

[The Mac]

Mac is walking Through the back when he is approached by Todd Salum

TS: Mac do you have time for a few words would be greatly appreciated

Mac: Fine what do you want

TS: first of all what made you want to come to FWA ive done some research and looked up your Legends Of wrestling Career and you really had nothing left to prove

Mac: thats where your wrong punk, see the fire inside still burned, so much left unaccomplished and unfulfilled ya i may have been the longest reigning tag team champion in LOW but in the grand scheme of things that means nothing. I didn't go there for that i came to be the best to be crowned the world heavyweight champion and i have that same goal here. The horrific feud with scar being kidnapped and the saw traps i may have come out of that the victor but neither of us was the same again and that plagued the end of my career.

TS: For those who don't know Mac And A Man called stacy Mcqueen, but when mcqueen was attacked and scarred beyond belief he blamed mac changed his name to scar and entered into a huge blood feud over the X Factor Title and after multiple kidnappings and much more it culminated in a brutal 3 stages of hell match that only ended when Mac F5KOed Scar through a plate glass window and impaled him on a bed of nails

Mac: ya you pretty much got the story straight...but even though i won the match it wasn't me who went on to bigger or better things oh no scar got my world title shot, and that ate away at me over my months at home,forcing me to make my ill fated comeback way before i was ready and cost me my dual titles but thats why im here, im here to show everyone what happened in the past was a fluke and it is my goal to prove all these haters wrong and carry some gold here in the F...W...A

TS: some say you are rubbing some the wrong way with your actions as of late picking fights with not only the tag team champions but the stable over the edge what do you say to these people?

Mac: I don't care who it is I'm not gonna cower in the corner when confronted you see maybe some rookies would stick their tail between their legs and run but not me who else in this company has the balls to stand up to them? I don't see mike mundane or my victim tonight josh hill stepping up to the plate. Someone had to show them that they mean business and i guess that had to be me, i don't care if I'm liked, love me or hate me i could care less but you all will respect me or it will be beaten into you one victim at a time.

TS: Okay, changing topics here your opponent tonight is Josh Hill the manager of Returning star Nolee Lacroix any thoughts on him?

Mac: Todd i don't really know the guy, from what I've heard he isn't really a memorable talent and i intend on wiping the mat with him now if you excuse me i got a match

Mac pushes past Todd as his music hits and he walks out into the arena to a mixed response, Mac climbs up over the top rope and rips the microphone out of the announcers hand and slinks down in the corner and begins to talk

Mac: So here we are week two of the Rebirth Of Mac Michaud, and i have to tell you it feels great..last week i made my debut at trial by fire...but the trial wasn't mine last week i was the judge,jury,and executioner at the trial of Doink the clown and tonight court is back in session for tonight the accused is one josh hill, the man who leads Nolee down to the riing...The man who is her little puppet, Your whole world revolves around her but tonight your world comes crashing down with my F5KO... Tonight josh you are accused of having a complete lack of balls as you let that woman run your life you little bitch and tonight that gets exposed to the world because when that bell rings something changes in me i don't see a opponent across the ring from me i see a VICTIM. A victim of poor circumstances to find himself face to face with the monster that dwells deep inside the pit of despair that is my soul, Down there there is no thing called compassion for i don't see a human across this ring he is nothing but a end to a means and tonight for josh it will be the end. He has never been in the ring with someone like me and he will realize it when that bell tolls and he looks into these eyes and see's NOTHING, no heart, no soul just complete emptiness and like me that is how josh will be after this fight...Empty, EMPTY of blood, Empty of a will to continue and EMPTY of all that made him human for once this match ends he will NEVER BE THE SAME and i will enjoy every pain staking minute of it

Mac laughs manically and tosses the mic out of the ring and starts to rock violently back and forth smashing his own head repeatedly into the turnbuckle but he doesn't seem to notice or care as he waits for his next victim

[tmnt316]

“You’re the best around” hits and out trots Drazin, he plays to the fans as he comes down and looks a bit bruised, but other than that, seems to be his usual self. You’d never even know he lost his belt. The fans still seem to lap it up, as Drazin makes fun of a few of them and finally gets in the ring.

DRAZIN: “Well sports fans, Drazin has no ass wiper any more. You! Can Drazin borrow your shirt? That thing will last Drazin a good month. Did you swallow a whale?”

Drazin points at a rather larger woman, who actually starts to take her shirt off to give to him.

DRAZIN: “No! Please! Keep it on. There are some things not even a God wants to see. Drazin already gave it a good wipe before the match, so Kennedy will always have the stench of Drazin lingering on him. Anyway, no matter what the shit stain tries to say, it doesn’t matter. Drazin won the ass wiper, Drazin beat the shit stain already when it mattered and the shit stain was not even able to pin Drazin for the win, he had to do it in a gimmick match. We all know shit stains and their gas can increase fire too. Drazin guesses his flatulence coming from both ends finally served him well. But unlike him, Drazin still walks out to a packed crowd wanting to see Drazin. No one even wants to see that ass hole. So let him have the ass wiper, Drazin has been there done that. In fact Drazin has done everything the ever needs to be done here. The only reason Drazin sticks around is the beat on some clowns in this Piss Pot Place because let’s face it, some of them need a good kick to the head. This brings Drazin to Golden Boy.”

Drazin stops and shakes his head, finally smirking and pretending to scratch some fleas on his arm.

DRAZIN: “Drazin still has the itch from when Drazin had to face you and Wolfie in that triple threat match, while you two girls just wanted to get your lumps and humps in, Drazin just wanted to win and move up higher. And guess what? Drazin did! Drazin won the N.A. ass wiper, Drazin won the elimination chamber, Drazin killed Boudreau, Drazin won the FWA ass wiper and the tag ass wipers in the same night. Drazin’s done it all and damn, Drazin sounds like a broken record. But at least Drazin has a few verses before Drazin’s record skips back to the beginning. What have you done Golden boy? Nothing! You’ve remained in the mid-card like a poor little helpless toad, getting ran over by the lawn mower each and every time that you almost get out of the way. You almost rise above mid-card and then just get knocked back down. You don’t even deserve to grace the same ring as the Great God Drazin, but Drazin is feeling nice today, so bring it on Golden Boy. Hell! Thinking about it, everyone in that triple threat match has gone on to bigger and better besides you. Wolfie has won the main ass wiper, twice but then that also means he lost it and got it back, like a damn yo yo. At least it’s more than Port a Pottie could ever do. Even he beats you! How does it feel to be bested by a Port a Pottie? The smell down there on your tier must be awful.”

Drazin laughs and leans up against the ropes.

DRAZIN: “Maybe you’d have better luck being a gold digger there Golden Boy? You could pane away and maybe strike it rich, instead of being everybody’s little bitch. All you do is get slapped around, but at least you have the ability to get back up, Drazin will give you that. You’re like a damn jack in the box, wind you up and let you go, then when your time is through, the lid on your dreams closes and your back in the dark not knowing what to do. Poor pitiful Golden boy. This is really turning into a sob story. Golden Boy, the sob story of the Piss Pot Place. Tune in this week to see Drazin’s boot print added to his forehead. If you managed to stay awake during any of his battles with that Reaper guy, who really sticks to his name. For after watching any match involving him, you just wish the grim reaper would come and save your mind from such a stinkfest. Anyway, if you can sit through the same old repeat match you have been, then you’ll stand up and cheer when Drazin ends this match faster than that whore Gabby spreads her legs. Damn, Drazin is really going to have to move at lightning speed to do that. Maybe Drazin should stock up on some of those energizer batteries. Drazin hears that is how Gabby keeps going and going. I guess that’s some kind of divine power. Golden Boy, Drazin is talking about everyone else besides you. Can you tell what a waste of space you are? Maybe you ought to go join the likes of Creed off in la la land or join the cast of National Lampoon’s Gold Diggers 2. After all Drazin is sure those old women would love your battle scars, as that’s all you got is scars. No gold, no huge feats, just a boot to the head and the ability to easily flop on your back. You know they have less strength at that age too, so maybe that would come in handy, you think?”

Drazin waves for a fan to throw him her walking cane, she does and he catches it, pretending to poke the ring apron with it.

DRAZIN: “So if Drazin pokes you with this stick will you go all golden retriever on Drazin? Oh no! Drazin is so scared now. You can lift your leg and mark trees, walk on a leash, walk around sniffing butts, go shit in the backyard and maybe even, wait for it sports fans, Golden Boy may even be able to speak or roll over. Wow! That’s amazing. Drazin can’t wait to see Golden Boy come out here and perform such tricks. Maybe if Drazin gives a whistle he’ll come running and we can get this over with. But then Drazin wouldn’t want to rush him, after all he might get excited and piss on the ring apron or something. That just would not do. So you want to compare yourself to a mutt? Well Drazin says to go for it. For Drazin will take this stick, cane, whatever and beat you upside the head with it. You are the mutt and Drazin is the master. By the time we are through you will do what you’re told and why you ask? Because all Drazin will have left to say is Play Dead and that’s one trick you’ll have no need to learn, for Drazin is going to make it easy for you and give you a firsthand look. You’ll cry to be put down from all the pain, suffer Golden Boy suffer.”

Drazin tosses the cane back to the woman and “You’re the best around” begins to play again, as he plays to the fans and goes back up the ramp.

[The Golden One]

Attachment 56

A mass email is sent out to all FWA wrestlers, a blanket email if you will. "The Golden One" Devin Golden has come a long way in terms of technology since he started in the FWA almost four years ago. He had a cell phone that didn't fold in or flip or anything. It looked kind of like a dildo. It was basic, didn't have internet, and only did three things: call people, text message people, and sound a daily alarm.

Now, he has a cell phone that has a computer keyboard type setup, has a photo and video camera, can reach the internet if he wants it do, can download "apps" if he wants it to, has games and other tools on it, and can basically do everything a computer can.

Oh, and don't forget the iPad. Golden was the last one on the roster to get an iPad. Quite an upgrade, eh? You could call him a baller, shot caller, 20 inch blades on the Impaler. But the truth is, Golden doesn't really care much for technology. He's the only person on the roster without a smart phone.

When Golden receives the mass email, he has a wireless internet connection on his iPad as he strolls out of the Trial By Fire arena and into the parking lot. It's late at night, almost midnight central time in Pontiac, Michigan. Very foggy and cold in the air as the night-time clouds cover a full moon from vision. The Pontiac Silverdome is completely empty and the sidewalks include the last remaining fans heading home from the events. Even the nearby restaurants and bars are pretty empty. Golden has the parking lot to himself except for the awaiting taxi cab which will take him to his hotel room for the night. Then, it's onto St. Louis, Missouri for the next Fight Night. The fans have left the arena, most of the wrestlers have left the arena, and the only ones left are a couple main event guys and the cleanup crew. But Golden stuck around to watch the final matches, to watch Wolf win the World Heavyweight title and watch Chris Kennedy win the World title.

As Golden walks out into the parking lot, he notices the red number above his email inbox change from "43" to "44". He quickly opens the email and notices it is from Gabrielle, a big wig now in the FWA. She has sent the upcoming card via email lately and includes some notes for wrestlers and crew. The email is addressed to "all FWA personnel" with Matthew Robinson carbon copied.

Golden begins sifting through the contents. It looks like a long one. He begins muttering and thinking to himself as he goes through it.

"okay, okay, thanking us for our hard work at Trial By Fire. Yes, yes. Next card...hmmm...Josh Hill...the St. Louis Browns...Alexx and Ortiz..."

Golden stops walking. An awaiting taxi cab is nearby.

"Devin Golden vs. Duke Drazin...it's been a while. Duke is going to be pissed."

Golden continues walking and finishes the card. Usually, that is the end of Gaby's emails. But this time, there is more, and as Golden begins reading, he realizes it is more or less directed to him. Golden's facial expression and demeanor changes from boredom to aggravation teetering on anger. He continues reading, finishes it, and then reads it again. His steps toward the nearby taxi cab get shorter and shorter as his attention focuses on the contents of one paragraph. One biting paragraph directed solely at him.

It says,

There was an incident tonight in which one of our superstars was injured because of the viciousness and negligence of another superstar. These two men were in a heated battle and eventually one superstar was able to pick up a victory. But that person did not stop there and ignited a submission maneuver on the losing party until there was no doubt that he left his opponent injured and unable to leave the ring area on his own. But it didn't stop there. The offending party continued the beating unti an announcer's table was left in shambles and a body "broken" as one announcer said afterwards. I will not have this; I will not stand for this ruthless negligence stemming from some unacknowledged anger issues or revenge cycle. If this person has another encounter where he takes it one level too far and knowlingly and intentionally endangers the health and well being of another FWA wrestler, then that person will meet reprocussions. That person already will meet reprocussions for his actions and will meet more if he continues down this "war" path and puts everyone else's careers in jeopardy. The victim in this case was sent to the hospital and it is believed he suffered broken ribs and a torn meniscus from the attack. This should serve as a warning for the offending party and a lesson for all other FWA wrestlers and staff.

No doubt, Gaby is referencing Golden's attack of Carmine "Grim" Reaper after their match ended at Trial By Fire. Golden told the Great Siege he would wage a "war" against them and remove every obstacle in his path to facing Wolf. And he meant every word of it. Carmine was a hurdle and Golden passed it with flying colors. But after what Carmine and Xavier Xander Xerxes did to him, after they plotted against him for months, and turned their backs on him, just beating Carmine wasn't enough. Just strapping in one Liontamer submission wasn't enough.

From the end of the Devin Golden-Carmine Reaper Trial By Fire match
Golden lands a football style kick into the stomach of Carmine and continues his onslaught of the former North American Champion and Tag Team champion. He grabs the legs of Carmine, turns him onto his stomach and locks in....a Liontamer!!!!!!!!!!!

McDonald: Golden is going to break him!!!

In fact, Carmine is screaming for Golden to stop and Golden continues adding pressure.

...

Golden looks at Carmine, who is holding his lower back and grabs Carmine around the head and eventually tosses him out of the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Golden follows with a few right hands and forearm shots before slamming Carmine's face into the announcer's table and rolling him on top of the table.

...

The crowd begins cheering loudly as Golden sees Carmine still rustling and laying on the announcer's table. He grabs the middle rope and hops onto the apron and then climbs to the top rope. With the crowd cheering loudly and "The Golden One" raising his arms high with a face of aggression, determination and destruction like the FWA has never seen, Golden leaps off and crashes onto the body of Carmine Reaper!!!!!!! Which causes the announcer's table to give in and both men crash through the splinters with Carmine taking the brunt of the assault and laying motionless in a heap and surrounded by wooden splinters.

Golden rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself to his feet just in time to raise his arms and snarl at the crowd while giving a dry smirk. The crowd cheers and begins a 'Golden One" chant as they show appreciation for Golden's newfound aggressive side.

EMTs rush out of aid Carmine before tending to him and pushing a seemingly psychotic Golden away from Carmine.

But what bothers Golden is not his actions from the match. He is somewhat pleased. He never knew a side of him like this. Even when he set the FWA World Heavyweight title, which Wolf now owns, on fire, he didn't feel this viciousness inside of him. Golden seeks revenge, and he feels like he got a good piece of it tonight at Trial By Fire.

No, what bothers, aggravates, and pisses Golden off is this email from Gabrielle that basically makes Golden out to be the "bad guy."

Golden quickly hits the "reply" button and begins typing his response. He enters the taxi cab and the driver asks politely, "to the hotel?"
But Golden immediately gives a barking order of "Hold on."

Golden's typing seems automatic. The words flow from his fingers. He finishes his response in little more than two minutes and quickly looks over it. He takes a few deep breaths before reading it again. It's tone reaks with anger and it seems Drazin is mostly caught in the crossfire of his response. But nonetheless, Golden has a fixated focus and attention on his upcoming match, and he gives his own "warning" to Gabrielle.

From: Devin Golden
To: Gabrielle Ignito

[B]"You want to give a "warning" to me? A "warning?" Here's a warning. Duke Drazin, your precious little friend from way back when, is going to enter dangerous territory when he steps into the ring with me.

No doubt my match with Drazin is some sort of "punishment" since Duke is undoubtedly going to be mighty upset after losing his precious World title. Or as he calls it and everything else, his "ass wiper." Let me tell you something, Gaby. I want Wolf. I want him in that ring, one on one, and I won't stop bowling through people until I get him. Fire me if you will, but I'll keep coming back until I get him. One on one. That's all I want. And I'll do anything and everything to get that chance.

Duke Drazin might be mad, BUT I"VE BEEN MAD FOR ABOUT THREE MONTHS!!! And it won't stop just because I put Carmine Reaper in the hospital with a few bruised ribs, a twisted knee and a lollipop to hold him over. I'm on a quest for revenge, vengeance. All that happened to me will be balanced by my own actions. Duke Drazin can call me all the names he wants, as he has called everyone before him. Look at the line: Matthew Boudreau, Rocky Creed, Darnell Porter, youself Gaby, Chris Kennedy, Wolf...you name it and he has given them some sort of stupid ass nickname that infers he is 10 times higher than everyone else and he doesn't have the time to toil to these minions of the FWA. I'm no different, and he will probably have a laundry list of failures. Maybe my short reign as FWA World Heavyweight champion. Maybe my repeated fails at winning the Tag Team titles. I don't know. I do know that out of everyone, Duke Drazin has been one of the biggest letdowns in FWA history.

Let's go back down memory road, shall we? He was in line to become the next World champion, in a heated feud with Matt Boudreau. Then, he got himself fired for some unknown reason. He comes back and still can't win the World title. Wait for it, though. Wait for it. Boudreau retires...Drazin has it in his hands now. The odds on favorite, right? He's a sure bet. Mile High? You, Gaby, win. Ace's High Elimination Chamber? Gaby. Back in Business one on one match? Gaby. Red, White and Bruised? Gaby if not for Chris Kennedy interfering.

You see, I might have been a short-time champion, but I beat Stu St. Clair at Mile High 2010 without anyone's help. Straight up dog fight and I walked out a winner. Duke needed Chris' help and Joey Ortiz holding him up to topple you in a Last Man Standing match. And then he did what? Defended his belt one time against Chris Kennedy himself before losing to him? Seems kind of like LSU and Alabama. What does LSU have to show for themselves now except for an overhyped, overrated team with nothing to show for and a drunk fan on Bourbon Street with someone's nutsacks rubbed on their face.

That's what Duke Drazin is: overrated, overhyped, and his "anger" is the same thing. And I'm about to rub my damn figurative nutsacks all on his face to add insult to injury. Sure, he's probably angry for losing his belt to Kennedy. Sure, you're probably angry that I took out Carmine Reaper, one of your little Great Siege buddies. Guess what? Duke Drazin doesn't scare me, your warnings don't scare me, and I don't give a rats ass if I put old Drazin on the shelf with Carmine. None of this scares me because I'm not the prey; I'm the predator. I'm not on the defensive; I don't have to look out for myself or watch behind my back anymore. I don't have a reason to be scared. The person who is scared of old Dukie is the person who already lost. Duke the Puke is just a road block, and through hell or high water, I am getting what I want: Wolf. Somehow, someway, I'm getting Wolf. Drazin probaby doesn't mind that, but he looks out for himself and knows he needs a bounce back. He wants a rebound. And he sees me as an ant he can step on quite easily. I like that.

I like being underestimated."[B]

Golden's finger begins to move toward the "Send" button, but he pauses for a second. It was nice getting out the frustration and anger, but he has a lot built up still. Sending an email to any FWA management at this point does no good. They won't see eye to eye with him and he won't see eye to eye with them. But he will see Duke Drazin's eyes next week, and that's the only thing he has to look forward to.

Golden instead presses the "Discard message" button. No need in spouting off words when his actions speak louder.

[Mr.E]

"For my part I believe in the forgiveness of sin and the redemption of ignorance."

-Adlai E Stevenson



A dimly lit church. Much past its prime, a faint drip can be heard, falling from the massive roof above. The church, much like the scattered vagabonds seeking shelter in its pews , has clearly seen better days but the beauty that it once had still shines through. There's a loud creak and the cast off from a street light shines through the elegant doors at the back of the church. A man labours as he pushes through and with no grace stumbles in onto the cobblestone floor. Jeans tattered, hair awry, a generally unclean and unshaven gentleman sits on the floor and takes a swig from a bottle, shielded in a brown paper bag, before taking in his surroundings.

QUICK CUT

Inside of a confessional booth. Classic looking, like something you'd see in a movie, divider in tact and all. The door swings open and a clergy man enters. Dressed in average robes, cross dangling from a chain around his neck, beard masking the gentle features one might expect a priest to have, the man sits and gathers himself.

Priest: Well my son, what on earth is this moral emergency you have woken me up at this ungodly hour.

On the other side of the partitian sits the man who stumbled into the church earlier. Tommy Tripper, in rough shape but no worse than we've seen before, takes another sip from his concealed beverage.

Priest: You can't have that in here you know.

Tripper: Ah c'mon I've been to one of these places before, don't you drink wine every Sunday.

Priest: Well my son that would be the blood of my savior.

Tripper: And this the blood of mine. Cheers.

Tripper takes another long swig.

Priest: Regardless I must ask you to stop.

Tripper: Come on father I know you do it for the ritual or whatever but you must like the buzz a little, what with the life you lead.

Priest: I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

Tripper: You know. Come on you know. Like the whole priest deal.

Priest: Which would be........

Tripper: No booze, no drugs, no......tail. You know.

Priest: Ah of course. I made a choice to live my life a certain way, I find it rewarding, I don`t know it was just my path.

Tripper: Ah oh well.

Tripper shrugs and sets down his bottle. He smiles and leans back casually.

Priest: And what about you my son, what about the life you lead, are you fulfilled.

Tripper: Ah I`d hardly call it a life, and I don`t lead it in the slightest, it leads me if anything. I made no choice its just the way it went, not rewarding, but like you it was just my path.

Priest: Everyone has a choice my son.

Tripper: Not me, no I had my choices made for me, and now look at me, in the gutter.

Priest: The gutter my son, was your choice. I understand you`re doing very well for yourself now.

Tripper: You recognize me.

Priest: I haven`t seen you in some time but of course I, like god, remember all of my lambs, even when they stray. Plus your mother is in here every other week. She watches you you know. She doesn`t agree with you`re latest career choice, thinks you`ll get hurt, but as always she stands beside you, would love to see you. You know Tommy there`s no judgement here but really what you`re doing to her, to the rest of your family, it`s incredibly selfish.

Tripper: And here I am father, here to atone.

Priest: Sometimes it takes more than prayers my son. Alas, you won last week I understand, a big comeback is what the people are saying.

Tripper: I beat Mike Mundane, not worth my time but I took myself outta the title scene, gotta earn my way back. Guess I`ll start this week.

Priest: And whom may I inquire do you challenge this week.

Tripper: An interesting one, a tag team match. I`ll be teaming up with the man who took my title, Juan Lopez, not something I`m excited about but he`s the number 1 contender right now so being in a match with him couldn`t hurt.

Priest: Do you still harbour resentment towards him.

Tripper: Nah I`m doing that whole catholic shtick and learning to forgive.

Priest: Well that`s always best.

Tripper: Plus we`re facing two heavyweights, and I want the win more than I want revenge. For now anyway. Ryan Rondo, a man I respect, the current X-Division Champion, and the holder of my title. Cameron Cross, another multiple title holder, been around the block a few times. Two big names for sure, could really use this win.

Priest: And getting hammered just days before is your idea of commitment.

Tripper: Ah it`s been working very well for me thus far, why change winning habits. The way the competitors in this match can talk I`ll be a total non-factor anyway.

Priest: Letting the trash talk get to you.

Tripper: No not really just a lot of ego for a small-time Louisiana kid.

Priest: I can remember you being rather excitable in high school.

Tripper: Ya well I`m not that guy anymore.

Priest: So I think we`ve done this dance long enough Tommy. Why are you here.

Tripper: I dunno, would you believe I just stumbled in.

Priest: Four weeks in a row now, it`s quite enough Tommy. WHY ARE YOU HERE.

Tripper: I don`t know to be honest. There`s something about me, something with me, I try to do good but it always ends up bad. It`s like there`s something else inside me, something I can`t understand it.

Priest: There's good and bad in all of us my son. Some demons you just cant escape. Now, here you are, in this church, in this booth, you must still have some faith. Confess to me my son. WHAT HAVE YOU COME TO CONFESS?

QUICK CUT

Tripper, knelt down on the pew, hands clapsed together, mumbles through some prayers while the priest stands over him a look of worry now covers his old face and the gentle features, once easy to see, have now become masked by fear. Tripper finishes up and stands, glancing over at the priest.

Priest: Tommy.....is it....is it you?

Tommy: Yes father?

Priest: You will stay here tonight no arguments, tomorrow we start on your path to redemption. First step will be getting you cleaned up.

Fade to Black

[DramaShark]

New Skin

A glossy white 2011 Lamborghini Aventador pulls into the mall parking lot, The expensive Italian sports car finding an empty spot. The butterfly door on the drivers side swings up and The Astonishing Chris Kennedy exits the car, sporting a white Christian Dior 3 piece suit with a pink silk tie, a subtle pair of Gucci sunglasses. His face is grizzly, as if he hasn't shaven in days, but his long hair is slicked back in a ponytail. Over his right shoulder, his FWA Championship is proudly draping, glimmering in the sunlight as Kennedy smiles, his pearly white teeth sparkling along with the Gold on his shoulder. Chris Kennedy exemplifies perfection, never settling for anything less than astonishing.

Kennedy heads up the mall parking lot, several people taking notice of his expensive car, extravagant wardrobe and the big, shiny championship belt on his shoulder and they whisper to themselves. Kennedy enters the mall and smiles, taking a deep breath and savoring the smell of the mall, the flavor in the air a combination of department store perfume, new clothes, cinnabuns and fried food court food. It takes Kennedy back a bit when he was a young mall rat back in his childhood days. He passes an Old Navy store and doesn't even bother looking inside as those are nothing more than common rags to the wealthy Kennedy. He passes a Hot Topic and sees a Chris Kennedy t-shirt in the window. The t-shirt has a black and white silhouette of Kennedy's face, and reads "The Astonishing Era Begins: 01-17-2012" and Kennedy smiles. Kennedy continues to walk down the mall, fans and rubber neckers alike start to take notice. Several following behind him as he trudges along. On the brown marble wall to his left, we see a poster that says "FWA Meet and Greet" which causes Kennedy to pause. The poster has Chris Kennedy and Gabrielle on it, standing side by side. He reads the sign in it's entirety.

FWA Meet And Greet
Sponsored by Sports Autority and The FWA

Meet FWA Champion Chris Kennedy, FWA General Manager Gabrielle, and FWA Superstars Joey Ortiz, Juan Lopez, and Dinorah Redgrave. Special musical guest: The Deftones. Admission: $25 or $10 with a ticket to this weeks Fight Night.

Meet all your favorite FWA superstars, enjoy live music and an open bar, and get to party like they do in the FWA when we hold a special raffle for an FWA Replica belt valued at $500 and a trip to The Bahamas!

Located at The Paul McCartney Stage, the 2nd Floor Arena District, North of The Food Court.

Chris Kennedy reads the location, says it aloud and then heads for the escalator, taking it to the 2nd floor.

Several minutes later, Kennedy arrives at The Arena District, a large area with a stage and several restaurants and bars surrounding. Kennedy sees The Deftones on stage, playing Chris Kennedy's theme song "My Own Summer (Shove It)". Kennedy smiles and then turns to face the camera.

Chris Kennedy: You know, everything I have done in my short young life has been nothing more than mere footsteps towards a bigger brighter future. You see there are those out there would spend an entire lifetime trying to achieve what I have. An entire life time trying, and failing. You see I am the FWA Champion, and that means I am absolutely the best wrestler the FWA has to offer. I did in one year what it took Duke Drazin, Wolf and everyone else several years to accomplish. That's because I am of a higher caliber than everyone else. There are people who are born with all the right tools to succeed in life. I don't know if it's my privileged upbringing or genetic superiority that makes me better than everyone, but the simple fact of the matter is that I AM better than everyone, including my tag team partner for this evening, World Heavyweight Champion Wolf. You see I am forced to team of with that worthless flea-bag because somebody thought that the only team that can even compete with the tag team champions are the two world champions, as if the tag team championship equates to two World Championships. It doesn't. I am better than APAB, and I am better than Wolf. You see, At Trial By Fire I destroyed Duke Drazin, set him on fire and took from him not only an FWA Championship, but also the one thing he valued even more than that...his pride. That pride was consumed in flame as I poured gasoline on him and set him on fire. I have been saying since 2010 that Duke Drazin is no Chris Kennedy, and at Trial By Fire I showed everyone once and for all who the dominant competitor I was. Duke Drazin and Wolf are alot alike in that regard. Both are delusional, crazy, think higher of themselves than anyone else. But the difference between Wolf and Drazin is that while Drazin is crazy, there is a quiet understanding between Drazin and I, and that is that we both agree I am better than him. Adrian Wolf honestly thinks that he is anywhere in my league and that is quite pathetic.

Chris Kennedy darts past the fans trying to get his autograph as he jumps up on stage, interrupting the live music and grabbing the microphone from the singer. the crowd goes wild as Kennedy starts to speak.

Chris Kennedy: Calm down people, this is important. You all know that I come from an elite lineage of champions, and it's for that reason I am the best FWA champion you have ever seen. My reign will be a historic one, that's to be expected. Duke Drazin has already been checked off the list, now I am moving on down. Wolf, you and I are champions on the same show and that just doesn't sit right with me. I know that a match between us is coming and when it does, I will destroy you just like I did the last time we faced. But tonight...tonight we are forced to team up to face an even bigger pair of losers than you. Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward, my former friends and Great Siege stablemates. Trying so hard to remain relevant, clinging on to an image they set 3 years ago. The Great Siege is just the ghost of it's former self, I was the one who put the final nail in the coffin when I left the group. But here they remain, trying everything in there power to suckle at Gabrielle's teet, manipulating her into abusing her power for them. It makes me sick. Dan and Andrew, you too have as much spine as a pair of Jelly Fish, it makes me sick. Where is your passion? Where is your fight? You have none, you two are nothing more than slimy, snarky, power hungry candy assed cowards. Chris Kennedy doesn't even need to bother himself wasting his time with you two fruit-flies, but the fact of the matter is that unlike you two, I am looking for a fight. I need a fight. Aut Pax Aut Bellum will be the 2nd victims after Duke Drazin on the Astonishing Era Tour Of America and please believe they will suffer a fate worse than Drazin, but I won't go too hard on them as I plan on saving something for Wolf in case he decides to get a little froggy.

The FWA can rejoice as they finally have a champion worth wearing the belt. The Astonishing Era has begun full swing and my momentum is too strong for anyone to stop me. The things that fuel my to succeed, my drive, determination, passion, all those ingredients are also the same ingredients that separate me from anyone else around here. I am the new face of the FWA, and the superstar Fight Needs when there are so many phonies and posers talking about how they are "going to the top". Well I am already there, and I have to say that from up here, it doesn't look like any of you will be joining me anytime to soon, because I promise if any of you get half way up the ladder, I'm just going to knock it down. Simple as that. Aut Pax Aut Bellum, the bond you two share with each other, the connection you two have, you are going to need it because when I kick the living shit out of both of your ugly slimy carcasses, you will both need someone to console you and who better than each other? My time is now, that's right, MY time and no one elses. I have worked too hard to lose, and now that I am FWA Champion it's not something I will be doing often, if at all. Wolf, The Great Siege, The FWA...you have al been put on notice. Seacrest Out.

Kennedy drops the microphone and walks off stage with the crowd cheering wildly behind him.

[DramaShark]

Lordofpain.net is reporting an interesting Facebook status update from FWA TV champion Joey Ortiz

Joey Ortiz via Facebook

I had to beat Alexx and everyone else in the Brawl For It All to earn a shot. Alexx thinks he can just ask for a shot, and get it? Just because he held the North American championship before loosing it to a jobber like Cameron Cross? No way bro, I have had it with the penejos in the FWA walking around like they own the place. Alexx...you spit in my face, you cost me the tag team turmoil match...you are going to pay dearly, you limp wristed glitter blooded frilly little cotton panties soft cockroach, you know what I to to roaches? I step on them. true Story, bro. Alexx, you greasy little fruit rollup, I am going to give you a lesson in pain. I'm your instructor.

[Killswitch]

Making A Statement:

The scene opens and we are in a conference room. There is a table in the front of the room. There is a man standing behind the table and in front of him are two other men. In front of the men sitting down there are titles. One in front of one and one in front of the other. Both men are smiling, and the man behind them is smiling as well. The man behind them, then slides a paper over their shoulders and both men take a pin and write on it. They then smile, they get up and shake hands with the man behind them. Flashbulbs, are popping all over the place, the two men seem to want to sit back down, but they stop and walk away instead. Everyone wonders what is going on when the scene fades to black.

Suddenly, the camera is turned back on and we are outside now. It is a cold crisp night as you can see the breath of the people walking around the city. We see two men in a dark alley. They have no features that distinguish them. But the camera is somewhat drawn to them. We follow the camera as it gets closer and closer to the two men. They are smiling when the camera gets closer, and finally we see who the men are. They are Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward, Aut Pax Aut Bellum. They are standing in front of a barrel and they are putting paper into the barrel. Andrew then looks up and looks at the camera and he begins to speak.

Andrew Johnson: Yes, we are back with the company. And no, we aren’t going anywhere.

Andrew then turns and starts to put a little bit more paper into the barrel. Dan this time looks up and he begins to speak.

Dan Ward: Yes, everyone thought that we were going to leave, but you know what, we couldn’t do that. We had to piss the fans off just a little bit more before we left this god forsaken company.

Andrew and Dan laugh. They then both shake their heads.

Andrew Johnson: But, we aren’t here to talk about what has been going on behind the scenes. We are here to talk about what we did at Trial By Fire and a match that we have this week. If you, are blind or dumb…

Dan Ward: Wait, you might want to rephrase that Andrew, most of the fans here in the FWA are dumb, so even if they saw something they have probably already forgotten it. So in other words I’d probably say just to remind you at Trial By Fire, we became the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AGAIN!

Andrew smiles at Dan, and then nods his head.

Andrew Johnson: Well that sounds a lot better. But yes fans we are the CHAMPIONS again, and there is nothing you can do about it. All I have to ask is this. How many times do we have to tell you that we are always right? Everything that we have said that we wanted to do has happened. Hell we became Champions for two years, we led the Great Siege to take over Fight Night, and all of you during that said it couldn’t happen and guess what it did. Then we said at Trial By Fire we would win the titles back and guess what it happened. So guess what we are now not only Tag Team Legends of the FWA, we are the prophets of the FWA, and as the prophets you should listen to us.

Andrew laughs and then he starts to walk towards the back of the alley. Dan stays and he looks at the camera.

Dan Ward: This week, we face Wolf, and an old friend of ours in Chris Kennedy. Now we will get to Kennedy, but right now I guess it is my turn to talk about Wolf. People might ask why we are in a dark alley. They might say aren’t you scared of what might come up behind you? Well to be honest no, Wolf you see you are someone that loves to use scare tactics and that is what I have seen from you. You love to yell, and we have seen you do that in your promos, in your speeches. But I don’t but it, I can’t buy it, why you may ask. Because time after time you say that you are the best, and when you reach that pinnacle, reach the top of the mountain you fall quickly. You have fought your brother before, in one of the most sadistic feuds that has ever been in the FWA ring. And I will grant you that Wolf, but you were just a baby in that, you might not agree with me but it is true. You were a baby in that and everyone knows it. Everyone knows that Wolf had you peeing in your panties. Wolf you were buried alive by Stu, and you had to have friends come and save you. Now granted they did, and now you think that you are The Great Siege, but guess what Wolf, you aren’t.

Dan starts to walk around the barrel.

Dan Ward: See this barrel is the Great Siege, our Great Siege not yours. You see it is strong it is solid and it can leave anything between it. You see you could have saved Carmine but no you left him out to dry, XXX tried to save him but he was bashed in the head by a chair and you stayed in the back. What kind of leader is that? Yes, people will say that we didn’t save Gabby, but you know what say what you will because the matter of the fact is that we are still a strong unit, I can see you guys crumbing because Wolf you don’t know what you want, yes you might be the Champion but you don’t know what to do with that title, and listen to me when I tell you this, you’ll lose that title because Wolf your simply not good enough, and on Fight Night you’ll be exposed, we will tear you limb from limb just like a wolf, and we will leave you laying in a pool of your own blood. Then you’ll see what the real Great Siege looks like.

Dan then walks off and Andrew starts walking back with something in his hand. He puts it in the barrel but we aren’t sure what it is.

Andrew Johnson: So did Dan enlighten you about the big bad scary Wolf?

Andrew looks at the camera and cocks his head.

Andrew Johnson: Well, good if he did. So I guess it is my turn to talk about the “ASTONISHING” CHRIS KENNEDY!!!!! How amazing is he?

Andrew starts to walk around the barrel as well and he kicks it. It makes a loud bang and then he turns around and looks at the camera and he looks pissed.

Andrew Johnson: I don’t give a damn about Chris Kennedy, you see Kennedy kicked our relationship out when he kicked Gabby. Now Kennedy thinks that he can get back into the good graces with us because he knocked up Gabby, but what happens in between Gabbys’ legs is her deal not ours, so Kennedy I can respect you and I do, but that doesn’t mean I need to like you because I don’t. I liked you when you first came into the FWA and that is why we had you join us.

Andrew reaches into his back pocket and brings out a Siege T-shirt. He then throws it into the barrel.

Andrew Johnson: That is what you did to us Kennedy. You threw us in a barrel, into a garbage can, you pretty much kicked us aside to further your career. But I have to ask you something Kennedy? Would you have become what you are today without us? I’m thinking not. Seriously, we built you up, we showed the world to you and you could take it or leave it. How could you have messed it up man when we were behind you? You couldn’t, I know what you say that you left because we never helped out when things were going bad, but who cares. Now that you are by yourself who is going to help you Kennedy? Wolf? No he won’t. No one will help you Kennedy, you would have been better off to stay with us, because we were with you, we were brothers until well you decided to kick it in the ass. You kicked it in the ass because you wanted to make it better, and well yes it might have gotten it better but there are people that want to destroy you and that is Dan and I. Also I have to ask you would Gabby stay with you if it came down to us three. I’m thinking not because we didn’t leave her in a lurch then all of the sudden come back. But buddy you know what it is, it is like this buddy every kiss that you give Gabby is a lie, it is a deceit. Gabby, shouldn’t trust you but she does, and that is something that we might have to take in consideration but I don’t really care. We want to take you out, we want to show Gabby that you are nothing but a failure, nothing but a joke, and we want to expose you. We need to expose you, when we started the Great Siege that is what we wanted to stop. We wanted to end everything with what was going on in the FWA, the lying but now you are the leader of the liars and if we have to take you out to control the FWA again we will do it. Old friend or not Kennedy, we will beat you.

Dan comes back into the screen and he smiles.

Andrew Johnson: We now have the titles again, and we will beat anyone that steps in our way. We are declaring war on the FWA again, and last time it worked right? Last time we took over Fight Night, and now Fight Night and CrossFire are one right? Guess what now we can take the whole FWA over, hell the players are in place. Gabby is the GM, we have the tag titles, and you never know who will join us. And that is the scary part right?

Dan Ward: The FWA is on notice again, and Kennedy watch this.

Andrew moves the thing he put on the fire and it is a cut out of Kennedy, Andrew then sets it on fire.

Andrew Johnson: Take this Kennedy and smell the fire because what you did to Drazin is nothing compared to what we will do to you and Wolf, because we are greatness…

Dan Ward: And we are about to pass you by!!!!!!!

Dan and Andrew laugh. The fire is still burning as both men walk out of the alley.

[Nolee_Lacroix]

We open up on the outside of a shop that says Sweetie Pies. The camera moves to a table inside of the shop where FWA superstar Nolee Lacroix sits dining on one of the so called fried pies. She looks up at the camera with an almost guilty look on her face, chocolate from her fried pie on the corner of her mouth.

Nolee: Oh...I see that you found me. What is it with you people and managing to ruin when people are having a good time?

She uses a napkin to wipe the corner of her mouth before she continues talking.

Nolee: Seems this week that I have a triple threat match. Should be fun. I don't think I've been in one of those yet. What bothers me though is the people that I am going up against. Jennifer Sky and Dinorah Redgrave.

Nolee heistates and takes another bite of her fried pie before looking at the camera apologetically.

Nolee: Sorry, until you have had one of these things you don't understand how really good they are. Anyways, I fight Jennifer Sky and Dinorah Redgrave this coming up show. Di is a very close friend of mine, perhaps the first friend that I had here in the CWA. We use to party over at the club that Chris Kennedy owns. But my friendship with Dinorah won't get in the way in this match. I won't lose. I've already tasted the bitter agony of defeat in my return match against Jennifer. Granted, we had a great match. The two of us did a great show for the fans. But I still lost. Let me tell you a little secret, I really don't like losing. I hate it when I know that my opponent got the upper hand. I always feel like I can do a little bit more. And I will do a little bit more. I don't care what it takes, how long it takes to get this match won. I will win it. *she pauses* Who knows whats after that for me...maybe I'll throw my hat in the ring for title contension.

[Stratusphere]

Non-title
Alexx VS Joey Ortiz

Chicken or beef?

The scene opens up in an amber colour kitchen. In it is a long cherry wood table, where at the end of it is sitting the hottest thing alive: Alexx. The beautiful man is sitting looking at a card in his right hand with a pen in his left hand. The sexxitant superstar is wearing tight jeans with a tight fitting red shirt.

Alexx: Why can’t we have everything in life? Why are there always choices to be made? Why can’t we live with both? Chicken or beef? Why would I even care to go to my cousin? Why can’t I have my match or another or both? Two weeks ago, I was set to meet the Television Champion in a title match… But it was replaced for no one cares match with Zaire Wyoming… Who cares? But Ortiz came down and insulted me! I was set for the title, but they didn’t he came down to attack me personally, my pride! He comes down to tell me that I wasn’t good enough to face him! Have he faced me in the last week, and the last year? I was on fire! And he shouldn’t have been searching for me, because he did find me, or at least I found my way to the ring innocently during the tag team title match, I was lost, it’s not my fault… I’m innocent until proven guilty… Okay, I was filmed, but you came to get to me, then I was pissed and he understood why he shouldn’t mess with me! Too bad… And then on the other side, there’s this little pinch on my heart, the North American Championship! I’ve beaten CC few weeks ago… And it hurts me a little to see him walking down with my championship in his hands… Just saying, but I’ll get it someday again and I’ll get my hands on the Mexican guy too… And I’ll have them both in my plate and let then know what I am made of! Don’t believe me, just watch me do it! I will be on top again, soon enough! I will rise; I will teach them what I am made of! Bring it all! Everyone, I am the best in the business and no one will never doubt me again! I am beautiful, I am good at what I do, I am strong, I am everything you dream to be and everything you want! Don’t you dare think anything else… Some things aren’t true, sometimes you can have it all!

Alexx puts down his card and pen and leaves the room, heading for many more adventures!

[The Full Time Shakey]

This is a cause for celebration.

Sitting in Dan’s house, Ryan Rondo is at Dan’s huge dinner table, made of beautiful mahogany wood, antique in its own right. This room seems to be useless due to its size. He sits in a chair that matches the table, looking at how spoilt his brother is, yet happy for him. Ryan sees all the pictures on the wall, everything that Dan has accomplished as a politician, being a senator for Florida, standing shaking hands with the President, Obama. Standing with models on the red carpet, just plain being… the man. But now, he is happy as he looks at these photos and sees his own photo there, him standing with his two belts, proudly unifying the X Division and Young Lions division. Ryan smiles, there seems to be a newfound unity between the two Rondo brothers, wrestling was what they loved when younger and who know it’d be the thing that’d unite them. The door opens and in steps a crew of chefs and waiters, and behind them dressed in a fine suit with a special red tie, Dan Rondo walks in and sits down at a chair close to Ryan.

Dan Rondo: Brother. It is nice to see you.

Dan snaps his fingers and the waiters begin to put out plates and food on those plates, infront of Ryan sits an elegant starter on the ceramic player, he has a variety of cutlery to choose from. The waiter presents to him a bottle of wine, apparently from a vineyard in the alps of France. Ryan nods and the man pours it into his glass.

Dan Rondo: I thought we’d start our meeting off with a meal to celebrate your victory. It seems that no matter where the Rondo name goes, there is glory to accompany it. Hand in hand. I thought I’d treat you, since you had two matches and put in a hell of a lot of effort to stop the Cuban idiots and try your hardest to carry Cross through that matchup.

Ryan Rondo: I didn’t carry Cameron at all, he was just feeling under the weather.

Dan Rondo: Excuses, Ryan, you know it’s an excuse. You were the star in the team and you had already been put through some punishment! You deserve more than just those titles, you should’ve had another, if it wasn’t for..

Ryan Rondo: NO. Cameron played his part, it wasn’t meant to be, I could’ve saved him from being pinned but I was too exhausted, it was as much my fault as it was his, I’d rather not focus on the past, Dan, I want to focus on the future.

Dan looks at Ryan, as if he is offended but then has a wry smile.

Dan Rondo: Good thinking, Ryan. Future it is. I don’t want to argue with you, ever since we made peace, it seems like things have been looking better for both of us. So do tell me, how are things going with that… girlfriend, acquaintance of yours?

Dan tries to look interested as he cuts up the meat on his plate, inserting it into his mouth and chewing whilst appearing to listen intently.

Ryan Rondo: Things are fine with Elise, Dan. But that’s not what you’re interested in, you don’t invite me in for a meal and ask me about my personal life. I know we are friends now, and maybe some day we can be proper brothers again like the good old days, but I know that, right now, when you ask me to come to yours and you wine and dine me in your personal home, that you either a) want something from me or b) you want to discuss something about me with me that’s related to the wrestling business.

Dan puts down his cutlery and takes a swig of his wine from his glass, and then looks at Ryan.

Dan Rondo: Sure, Ryan, sure. I guess before I cut to the chase that I’ll tell you that Mom phoned and said she was proud of you for doing what you do best again, she wasn’t exactly supportive of you being a wrestler but now she can see you love it. She even said she had tears in her eyes as the fans shouted your name.

Ryan stops eating and looks at Dan.

Ryan Rondo: I don’t know what to say to that, other than send her my love and tell her that I will see her soon. I am glad she saw me, I wasn’t winning that match for myself, that was for my family and my fans. I bet you weren’t so happy, seeing Princeton lose.

Dan Rondo: Hahaha. Princeton’s a dork. Always was and always will be. Thinks he owns the world when he can’t even beat Wolf. He’s a dud. What’s happening this week for you, Ryan?

Ryan Rondo: Well, let’s see, The management were probably happy with mine and Cameron’s showing in the tag match so they have decided to pit us together again to take on Juan Lopez and Tommy Tripper in a tag match, I don’t know what to think of it.

Dan Rondo: I’ll tell you what to think of it. You’ve beat them both already. That is it.

Ryan Rondo: Maybe, but a wounded animal is dangerous. That is the case for Juan, he just lost his title to me, he won’t be very happy. I embarrassed him and I bet that Joey Ortiz doesn’t think that much of him anymore either due to that. Which is obviously good for me. Tripper first of all, is a problem.

Dan Rondo: No he isn’t Ryan, he’s a disappointment!

Ryan scoffs at him.

Ryan Rondo: No, he was thrust into the deep end far too quickly. He surprisingly won the title but in the end, the responsibility for him was to be too much. And now the management thinks he might be ready for that responsibility again. I don’t think he is. He is the only person in this match that seems to not know what’s going on around them and that they don’t realize the importance of this match.

Dan Rondo: It’s just your bread and butter tag match, Ryan, nothing imp…

Ryan jumps out of his chair.

Ryan Rondo: EVERY MATCH IS IMPORTANT! That’s exactly why you don’t understand this. This match is the fallout from Trial By Fire, this is how everyone reacts to what happened at the event. How does Juan react to losing two matches in one night, how does he react to losing his title in his first defense, how does he react to being beating by someone he thought was supposedly below him? How does Cameron react to being the one to lose for us, how do I react to losing that match? How do I react to winning? I’ll tell you right now. That loss has made me and Cameron realize we can lose, that we have to strengthen ourselves if we want to take those titles. How do I respond to my title win? I knew it was coming, and what can I say, the rightful champion has his belt back and has no intention of losing it.

Dan Rondo: Hahaha, spoken like a true Rondo. Juan isn’t strong enough to take it from you either.

Ryan Rondo: What’s funny is that his team have never won a match together. And yet he has the cheek to tell me that my team is useless, that I am useless. I proved him wrong, and at the next show I will prove to him that my team is not useless and show him that it is, infact, HE who cannot handle a tag team match with anyone as he has lost every single one against me. He has nothing going into this match and he is going to leave with nothing and that’s it.

Dan Rondo: Aren’t you finding it weird how you are consistently being put into these sort of tag matches with Juan? I mean… Ryan, you’ve proved time and time again that you can beat him. Does the FWA not have faith in you or something?

Ryan Rondo: Dan, they have faith in me, they’re just making sure me and Cameron can work it out as a team and they want Juan to try and challenge me, but here’s the thing, he isn’t a challenge to me at all, I could see it in his eyes, the acceptance of defeat before he even came to the ring, how it crushed his heart that the arena was chanting my name against him, as if a crowd waiting on an execution. And it must’ve broken his soul when he was beaten, to have those fans jibe at him, the same fans he mocked for liking me. He had it all shoved back in his face, and will continue to have it shoved back in his face until he gives up. As for Tripper or Renee or whatever his name is. He doesn’t know if he’s a challenger or not, dude has some problems, he better decide whether he wants to stand in the ring with me or not soon or I’ll decide for him and end his challenge before it’s even begun. The FWA are just giving me and Cameron a tune up match for our loss, to get ourselves back together and figure ourselves out, what we want to do, unfortunately Juan and Tommy are the pawns in this game of chess.

Dan laughs.

Dan Rondo: Look at you, my little brother, talking trash about your opponents, oh how times have changed. Well…


Dan stops speaking and snaps his fingers. The chefs walk in with a huge cut of meat..


Dan Rondo: I guess you could call them, lambs to the slaughter?

Dan lets out a meek laugh whilst Ryan rolls his eyes as the scene closes….

[JJ Smooth]

We're at Trial by Fire, after the match...in North American Champion Cameron Cross's Locker Room...


Cross: Damn it! I should've just tagged out. That's on me Rondo. I thought if I could just get a moment or two to regain my bearings, we could've won...Sadly, I was wrong. And we've lost...and I've already said it once...that's on me. I wear it like a scar now. That was supposed to be your night...OUR night. Both of us walking out dual Champions...but I let it slip thru our fingers. It angers me. We are human after all...but it's also human nature to not accept defeat. Rondo, you and me are still destined for great things as a team. I feel it. And by looking into your eyes, and seeing how you perform out there...I know you feel that greatness is the road that is ultimately paved for us. God have mercy on whomever is next.

One week Later after the Fight Night Card has been revealed...

Cross: "It seems like someone is trying to stir the pot up. Haven't we been down this road a few times already?!? Cross and Rondo vs. Lopez AND...well, first it was Trips...that didn't go over so well. Then came Joey Ortiz and the 'Cuban Connection' and much like the Bay of Pigs, they too...failed. Now it's Juan Lopez and a returning Tommy Tripper. You know...someone out there forgive me if this may sound a tad out of place but...I really think Rondo could beat these two in a handicap match...I mean, he's already destroyed Juan how many times both with me as a partner and by his lonesome?!?? Hey Juan..you don't need to blink twice or anything...that really is 2 belts Rondo is gonna be carrying down the ring...2 belts he now possesses all to himself...the same 2 belts you at one time or another...held each?!? And Tommy..to be fair, I know you're just getting back into things and all...but this is not where you want to start making your way back up....if you want a shot at my partner...that's fine and dandy. But...take your shots one-on-one, don't trust someone like Lopez to have your back in a match like this...he's too preoccupied worrying about which clubs him and Joey Ortiz are gonna hit up in Little Havana over the weekend. And don't think I've forgotten about you Ortiz...OR you Alexx...See I'm well aware of the things taking place around me...I see the sharks circling...you think you smell blood?!? Because the FWA World Heavyweight Champion was able to pin me in a Tag Match??!? Yeah...you keep trying to exude confidence when it's really something else...something far more reeking of bad odor. Maybe it's both of you sweating? Perhaps. Anyways, it's business tonight....I've got a mishap to make up for and get this Tag Team back on track.

Cross slams the door as he exits and the scene cuts.

[King of Camelot]

Small footsteps are to be heard in a dark hallway, there are only a small light that is shining from the lamp in the ceiling. A long pink night dress with a picture of snow-white glitters in the light with two naked feet moving gently on the wooden floor towards the door .The wind is blowing outside, in a large window we see that the rain is pouring down on it. The branches of the tree outside are knocking against the wooden boards of the house. Jennifer a voice calls in the night.

Voice: Jennifer have you brushed your teeth yet and washed your face?

Jennifer calls back in a lower tone, as she walks past a room with a name carved into a wooden board, as the light swings in the ceiling caused by the wind, the name Victoria comes to site.

Jennifer: Yes Mom I’m all done, so I’m going to bed now.

Mom: I will be right up to tuck you inn and kiss you good night.

Jennifer walks towards the door she opens the door and turn on the light. A little girl is standing in the door. Jennifer start walking into the room the wall is covered in pink tapped. She walks over to the bed and turns on the night stand light, the light turns slowly into different colors. The little girl pushes her stuffed animals aside, she lies down under her pink Cinderella cover and takes the stuffed unicorn and hugs it. A tall woman is now standing in the doorway. She walks over to the bed and kisses Jennifer on the forehead.

Mom: Good night my sweetheart, mommy loves you so much.

Jennifer: Good night mommy I love you too

Jennifer’s mom is about to leave the room after shutting the ceiling lamp off, when suddenly.

Jennifer: Mom, what is wrong with my sister Victoria?

Jennifer’s mom stops she has a tear in her eye when she turns around to Jennifer, she as a sad look on her face, but tries to make a smile.


Mom: Jennifer you must sleep now you got school tomorrow

She makes a smile then she closes the door, and walks downstairs. Jennifer lies in bed trying to listen to a man and a woman talking downstairs, but she can’t hear what they are talking about. She hugs her unicorn and closes her eyes the rain has stopped now, and the wind slackens, and the camera fades into the night stand light as it turns from green too blue.


The sun is shining in St. Louis this day, outside the FWA arena people are starting to gather around the entrance a blue Nissan Skyline sport car is rolling up towards the arena it makes a soft turn onto the sidewalk, a man steps out of the car, and walks over at the passenger's seat, two shiny legs with blue high heels steps out of the car. Jennifer wears a black top and blue jeans. The fans outside the arena starts to cheer and waves for autographs, Jennifer takes her time writing some before she enters the arena.

Jennifer makes her way towards the stage as Amy Duke walks up to her, she smiles and ask Jennifer if she got the for a little talk before the match Jennifer noods and step into the interview zone.

Amy: So Jennifer 20 min too your fourth match in the FWA how do you think it’s been so far?

Jennifer: Oh Amy it has been a incredible experience so far, and I have already won two matches and lost one, but i really didn't care when i lost that one, i did my very bestin that match, and in my opinion it wasen't even a wrestling match. Pillow fight match is not a wrestling match.

Amy: You are facing Nolee yet again this week, any plans to how you are going to win?

Jennifer: HAHA, Nolee you are nothing for me, I pinned you and the referee raised my hand, not your little hand, that hand of yours was planted in the middle of the ring with my foot on it. Nolee you didn’t even give me a match so why did you even bother to turn up in that match you’re wrestling skills was so poor that even my grandmother would have beaten you, may she rest I peace. Did you think more off your music career than the match against me? You can’t compare yourself to me and there is nothing that you can do to me that will make you win this match either. I do respect you for coming back, but I think you can return to you music career it sounds like you have made it better in that business than you have in this. I did listen to some off your songs, some of them aren’t bad, but can’t really say that I fancy them, but credit to yah for trying to make music I could never have done it.

Amy: Jennifer it seems like you have something against Nolee?

Jennifer: She is a cute girl and all that and I have some respect for her, but a wrestler, she is not or at least I or anyone else hasn’t seen much of it. I have already beaten her once, and it will be a relief when I defeat her once more, and that manger or whatever he is has to carry her out in his arms or walk beside the stretcher as she is escorted out. Then I hope that the FWA management will put me up against stronger and more experienced wrestlers cause then I really have earned the right to face someone else that actually can wrestle. Why in the lords name did FWA management put me in a match against her again it will just be more humiliating for her this time. Maybe I shall learn to play the guitar and play her a little song after I win. Sorry Amy, but I don’t have time for more questions I have to get to the ring and get ready for my match and of course my victory.

JoJo – Disaster cranks the speaker and blue and red fireworks shoots from the stage as Jennifer enters the stage it’s a mixed reaction from the crowed after what they have just heard some can’t believe that this is the Jennifer Sky they first met. The camera fades out as Jennifer enters the ring in a white top with the txt “I shut you up” and a black leather skirt, with light blue shoes with picture of herself on the side.