Fight night promo thread 1/28/12

[The Golden One]

Post your awesome promos here!

Promos are due Friday, February 3, 2012 at midnight Pacific time or Saturday 3 a.m. Eastern time. Extensions are 24 hours only, last day to ask for extensions is Thursday, February 2.

Extensions:

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The FWAtron flicks on and all of Drazin’s lackeys can be seen leaving his locker room. Happy Hooker is the last one out and you see an arm reach in and push him back through the doorway. Drazin then sticks his head in and makes his eyes glow, staring directly into the camera.

DRAZIN: “Alexx, pffft! A waste of space that isn’t worth Drazin’s time.”

HAPPY HOOKER: “Does that mean I get to rhyme?”

Drazin looks him up and down and curls up his nose in disgust, then smiles into the camera.

DRAZIN: “Yeah go for it. You’re more Alexx’s type.”

HAPPY HOOKER: “I will do so without a gripe.”

Drazin shakes his head and slams the lockerroom door shut, as Happy Hooker straightens up his women’s bathing suit, yanking the string out of his butt crack a bit. Many of the fans give off a gagging reaction, as he finally gets situated in front of the camera.

I do not know,
Whether you are just slow,
Or have nothing to say,
Although it doesn’t matter either way.

For you put on such a lackluster display,
Each and every day.
Why can’t we have everything in life?
Aww poor Alexx full of strife?

If your opponents said more than two words,
And weren’t a couple of turds.
You’d have no winning streak,
Still your career has hit its peak.

It’s really sad,
You can sound like a clever lad.
But talking to yourself over the meaning of this and that,
Makes you fall flat.

Just as you will,
When you battle up hill,
Trying to defeat Drazin and get a thrill.
But all you’ll get is a doctor’s bill.

So why not just pop a pill?
Or chuck yourself off a high windowsill?
It would save everyone the trouble,
And you’d be a splat on the rubble.

Instead all will have to see,
Drazin kick the crap out of thee.
You’re better off fighting a tree,
At least then all you have to watch for is dog pee.

I bet you couldn’t even dodge that,
For you are nothing in combat.
A cowboy you beat,
Maybe his grass was whole wheat?

And it through him off a bit,
Allowing you to get a lucky hit.
Then you got to pin,
A lacky who also can’t win.

Wow! Aren’t you grand?
Everyone should stand,
And give the great Alexx a hand,
Maybe even tune up a marching band.

Would that make you think you’re cool?
Or a little nerd like you were in school?
Trying to over compensate now are we?
Stick with beating on that tree.

But the bark might have bite,
So hold on good and tight.
Then Drazin will kick the tree over on your head,
And sadly poor Alexx will be dead.

Do you see the outcome yet?
If not, it is a safe bet.
That Drazin will land the win,
Poor Alexx will lose, what a sin.

Back up the dumptruck,
This guy is shit out of luck.
He may as well be a duck,
Either way no one would give a bleep.

Look I stole a Drazin word,
Wasn’t that absurd?
Why not just say bleep,
Hey! You van guys I want to sound deep.

Stop really bleeping me out.
Or you will pout.
When I come and kick your ass,
For not letting me be crass.

Whoops off topic a bit.
Sorry for the fit.
Alexx just go for a run,
As this tale has be spun.

And you are done.
For Drazin will have a little fun,
Beating you to within an inch of your life,
Then you will know the meaning of strife.

Happy Hooker laughs very A.D.D. like and then leaves the room, as the FWAtron flicks off and the fans feel as though they just were read a weird Dr. Suess book.

[The Mac]

Immediately after fight night


Mac is walking through the back, his shadow menacing as it forces many crew and Enhancement talent to scurry away in fear, mac makes his way to his locker room and enters, in the middle of the room is a old leather couch. a big screen tv sits in front of that, a replay of the nights matches are already playing on it and mac goes and grabs a beer and begins to talk

Mac: Another night, another victim Josh Hill tonight you met your judge and jury but not your executioner, no i let you live, let you spread the gospel so to speak, spread the fear from your first hand knowledge of what it truly means to enter Michauds court. A Place where souls perish and bones are broken, lives get changed forever and not just my opponents but mine as well for every tortured soul who gets locks within my prisons walls my soul becomes a little more distant, a little more from afar taking with it the conscience that keeps me sane. Inside my prison lays many a souls from my past careers in Afghanistan and Iraq as well as over in legends of wrestling and i don't expect that to change here, so far a clown is the latest victim to be slammed behind these brass doors but all i have to wonder is

WHO'S NEXT, HAHAHAHAHAHA

the camera man backs out of the room as mac rocks violently back and forth

2 Days Later After The Announcement Of The Next Fight Night Card


Mac is pacing violently, shaking his head back and forth back and forth yelling NOOO!!, Not Again the tv that hangs on the wall shakes with every step pictures of Mac With His Platoon fall of the wall shattering into a million pieces but mac doesn't notice. mac stars grabbing stuff off his shelves and throwing them all over his room Bottles,Lamps anything he can get his hands on. Mac drops himself down into the rubble cutting open a nasty gash on his leg but again he doesn't notice and he begins to talk

Mac: Wyoming! Oh how that name sounds so very familiar, SO very familiar indeed.

Mac crawls over to the fallen picture on the ground, the one of his platoon a small pool of blood is starting to form where he sat, a small trickling trail follows him to and from the picture, Mac stands up and brings the picture and puts it close to the camera a face is circles in red much like the red running down his leg. Mac goes back to his rubble and sits down

mac: Private Andrew Wyoming...One of my best friends in the US Army...thats the man whose face is circled on this photograph...me and him entered boot camp together. Were even sent out and part of the same platoon...man we shared everything, until he betrayed me see he knew me and my girlfriend back home were having problems and he took it upon himself to "try" and help but all he did was help himself that son of a bitch... But he never thought i would find out, oh no he thought he was so sneaky. Until the guilt began to ate away at my girlfriend until it engulfed her in a pit of despair and heartache...Hatred for what she had done, what YOU made her do...This pit ate away at her until there was nothing left and the end came at the bottom of a bottle of pills and vodka. WYOMING! you were to blame for it all...something had to be done, Retribution must be felt...must be distributed..so late...very late one night on a patrol i volunteered for me and Andrew walked off into the night over in Iraq. Once far enough away from our fellow troops the butt end of my gun met the back of his head

Mac smiles thinking back on the memory but the smile quickly disappears as he continues to talk

I'll never forget it the sound my gun made when it impacted his bare skull....I grabbed Andrew's foot, the man i once felt as close to as a brother and dragged him deep into a rural area and begun to slap him awake. WHY! i screamed why did you do this to me...and he begged oh how he begged, begged for forgiveness..for absolution of his sins and i promised him absolution....and absolution came at the end of my gun as the bullet leapt from the flaming barrel a moment of clarity and peace ensued...the last such moment i felt. I can still remember the smell of the barrel as the smoke continued to billow out, i remember the stunning visual as i saw the life drain from his face and that light go out...that was my therapy..my day in court so to speak and it made me feel great but the whole inside was not quenched the loss of my girlfriend is one that the loss of Andrew could not fill...or replicate but maybe just maybe another WYOMING who falls from my means may just be enough to close this festering wound forever...[/COLOR]

Mac looks down the emotion overcoming him but when he looks up the look of sadness is replaced of one of rage and hatred

Mac: WYOMING your time is coming..can you hear it tick...tock...tick...tock that's your life clock running out...tick...tock...tick. ..tock ... how unfortunate for you WYOMING see when that bell rings i won't see you zaire no no it will be ANDREW...when i have you locked in my crossface it won't be you im ripping and tearing, no no and when i bring your life crashing down it will be ANDREWS broken bloody body i see laying there and when i back up and set up my killshot to kick your head off your body it wont be your lifeless body that lays before me HAHAHAHAHA

Mac rocks back and forth his maniacal laughter still heard as the camera fades to black



Mac's Music Hits And he walks out to the ring, head down but looking all around as he climbs up the steps and walks into the ring. mac sits down in the corner and the announcer tosses him the microphone, when he sits you see the stitches in his leg from earlier in the week. mac clears his throat and brings the mic up slowly to his face

Mac: TONIGHT!...tonight is about more then just reliving the past....tonight is about putting said past behind me and building towards the future...I must admit after the events of this past week i feel better but by no means does that mean Zaire will get off scot free...oh far from it. That name still makes my blood boil..but i have it clear in my head you are not Andrew but that doesn't make you innocent either in the michaud court..see I've been watching you for awhile zaire...ever sinc i came into this company I've seen how you act and it sure was a shame to see what happened to you last week hahahahaha but i guarantee last week will be like a walk in the park compared to what is gonna happen to you tonight. Wheni see you zaire i see a "man" who has to hide behind a group because he can't defend himself...to weak to accomplish his own things. Well where are they now zaire...who is gonna save the sacrificial lamb from his eventual slaughter...when that bell rings it's just me and you in this ring zaire, no safety net to hide behind and im gonna expose you for exactly what you are a weak minded, shriveled up excuse of a human being, a waste of skin and a waste of life. TONIGHT if you are lucky it all ends...but what would the fun be in that i hope your prepared for a war because i am blood will be shed, bones may be broken AND I WILL ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT

Mac slinks down into the corner, the mic makes a huge static noise as he throws it down, mac stares blankly at the entrance ramp waiting for his sacrificial lamb to be lead down to the slaughter

[Eyesnsane]

Return of the Lion

[An animal enclosure can be seen at night, it appears to be completely still and quiet. There are no animals that can be easily seen. A hooded figure can be seen approaching the door to the enclosure. The figure can be seen placing a device on the door, as the figure moves away from the door and around the perimeter of the enclosure, a deep but loud growl can be heard. The screen goes white and the following words can be seen on the screen in black.]

At times we find ourselves lost, we find that we have in err ventured into the unknown. Dan, this is your story. You have now become the sacrifice, the scapegoat, the litmus test. You like Andrew are at your best when you hold each other’s hand, so the question remains why? Why would you let Andrew push you into the path of destruction? Why would you let him leave you in the wind hanging? Why in God’s name having failed time and time again to go out there on your own, do you attempt to step in this ring with me, without help?

[Eyesnsane can be seen through a seemingly glass wall. Inside the room, there is a small book shelf, a couch, and a table that could accommodate four people. Eyesnsane is sitting on the couch, wearing black boots, black shorts that stop at the knees, he’s not wearing a shirt, and his hands and wrists are tapped with red tape. He gazes into the camera with a blank and empty stare.]


Eyes: Dan, Dan, Dan, here we are. You can say what ever you like, but we both know this is not what you want. This is not what you wanted this come down to. As you walk closer and closer to that ring, I am sure the match between Andrew and Killemall plays back in your head. How all you could do in the end was stand there and watch your life partner be tore to shreds. Yet with each step you take, you move closer and closer to the maelstrom, that is me.


[The figure dressed in all black, is now making his way around the perimeter of the enclosure, toward the door again. The persons’ walk slows and becomes more methodical. The figure reaches into there pocket and removes a flashlight, and begins to shine it from side to side in the enclosure. Seeming to look in all the shadowy places, and as the light passes a particularly dark area of the enclosure, two green sparkles of light can be seen. The flashlight then moves back to that spot, and after a moment, the huge head of a lion emerges from the darkness, staring at the figure in black.]

Eyes: I am quite sure you will regale us with tales of your limited past accomplishments. Reminding us all of times where you once lived. Of times where you once fought, of times where you once had a hunger for this, business. In doing so all you will accomplish is revealing to the world how far you have truly fallen. You boring rhetoric, will simply serve as verification of you being a shadow of what you once were. Time and time again we have all witnessed what happens when you are made to stand alone, and tonight will be no different. You will remain consistent in your failure, it is the inevitable, the unavoidable, and your destiny. I know what it is to stand alone, to have to rely on just yourself, and history shows I’ve done it better than you. I am the greatest Young Lion champion the FWA has seen, and you are simply half of a farce.

[The lion emerges from the shadows that hid it within the enclosure, licking it’s lips with a deep grumbling roar as it begins to move toward the front of the enclosure close to where the figure is moving along the perimeter. The lion begins to pace back and forth, from one side of the enclosure to the other. The figure covered in black, moves in front of the door to the enclosure, as the figure stands there, a timer is revealed just above the lock that is counting down from 3:48. The lion raises a huge paw into the air, and just as it slams on the door. {Scene cut} Eyesnsane slams his hand on the door of his glass room while staring at a picture of Dan taped to the door.]


Eyes: I have had to watch you hide, for more than a year, you have hidden at every opportunity. Behind Mountain Rush, behind Gabrielle, behind those very titles you covet so much, behind little loopholes in the rules. All of it leading to nothing, nothing more than securing yourself as the worst team to every hold those belts hostage. You disgrace those titles, the FWA, and the true teams that held them before you. You and your buddy are single handedly responsible for killing and burring the FWA tag team division.

[Eyesnsane has begun to pace back and forth along the glass wall, even as he continues to speak. He stops for a moment, with his veins rising and bulging, and beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, he suddenly let’s out a loud, deep, and primal sounding yell that echoes through the locker room and even out into the hallway, giving some passers by a reason to take pause. He quickly walks back to the door and slams his head on it bringing him face to face with the picture of Dan, and begins to yell.]

Eyes: Now, that’s all changed. We will no longer stand idly by and watch you suck the soul out of those titles. I will not wait my turn, or stand in line, or be obstructed any longer. I … I WILL HAUNT YOU, YOU DREAMS, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR NIGHTMARES, I WILL BE THERE. YOU WILL LEARN FIRST HAND WHAT TRUE HUNGER IS TONIGHT; I WILL TEACH YOU, I WILL BE THE REMINDER OF ALL THAT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN. I AM GOING TO HURT YOU TONIGHT, MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT. PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY, AND SPIRITUALLY. DAN YOU HAVE BEEN LED ASTRAY AND I WILL TWIST YOU AND CONTORT YOUR BODY IN WAYS YOU HAVE YET TO IMAGINE. I WILL FEED UPON YOUR VERY BEING. I AM CONSUMED BY THOUGHTS OF DESTROYING YOU. DAN, DO YOU HEAR ME DAN, OF ALL YOU HAVE COME TO KNOW IN YOUR LIFE, YOU WILL NEVER, EVER FORGET TONIGHT, THE NIGHT I GOT MY HANDS ON YOU. I CAN’T WAIT FOR IT TO START AND I WILL MAKE IT TAKE AS LONG AS POSSIBLE TO END, YOU HAVE NEVER KNOWN WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE. WELCOME DAN, WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING OF YOUR END. AT YOUR PERIL, THE FWA’S LION HAS RETURNED!!!

[Suddenly there is a loud click in the locker room. The glass door swings open, Eyesnsane is drooling out of one side of his mouth, his eyes open as wide as possible, he exits his confinement as he begins a deep, eerie, and sinister laugh. He quickly walks the door of the locker room and slams his hand on the door…{scene cut} The timer on the device attached to the door beeps, and the door suddenly pops open. The figure that was covered in black is now gone, but just outside the door is a large piece of raw meat, with a picture of Dan on it. As the lion emerges through the door way of the enclosure, the beast places a claw over the picture, then takes a bite from the piece of meat, after a moment the lion rears his head back and let’s out a roar that is louder than all the cheers in the arena, as the screen goes black.]

[Killswitch]

Champion vs. Contender:

Amy Duke is in the back and she has a tight black dress on. She is smiling, the camera then zooms into her a little bit more and she brings the microphone up to her face.

Amy Duke: With me at this time is one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions Dan Ward!

The camera moves and we see Dan. He is in a suit and he has his title on his shoulder. He has a big grin on his face. He looks Amy up and down and then he turns to camera and nods and mouths the word “damn.” He then turns back to Amy.

Amy Duke: Tonight, Dan you face Eysensane who is a member of the team that says they want to defeat you and Andrew for those titles. How do you feel that this match will end up?

Dan nods his head and takes the question in. He then looks up at the ceiling. Then looks back at Amy.

Dan Ward: Well, Amy. I don’t want to talk about that right now. What I want to talk about is me and you going on a date tonight.

Amy looks at Dan then looks at the camera she shakes her head.

Amy Duke: I want to be professional in this interview Dan. I don’t want to go into that right now. I am here to do my job and my job is to ask you questions.

Dan laughs and then shakes his head.

Dan Ward: You being professional. Come on Amy we both know that isn’t true. I have seen the eyes Amy, when Andrew and I walk down the hallway and you are there, we see you glance back. But then again who wouldn’t turn around to see greatness in the flesh.

Amy makes sighs in disgust.

Amy Duke: No to be honest I look back because I can’t believe how two men can be so mean. So ugly inside and outside. But I knew when I drew this assignment that it would be like this. So you know what screw this.

Amy throws down the microphone and leaves. Dan waves to Amy as she walks away. He then looks down and he sees the microphone. He picks it up and smiles and looks at the camera. He then taps on the top of the microphone and it makes a sound. He then blows into it and again it makes a sound. It then seems like he is going to drop it. But he brings it up to his mouth and he begins to speak.

Dan Ward: Uh no. I am unsupervised with a microphone in hand.

Dan smiles and nods his head once again.

Dan Ward: Well, I guess that means I can say whatever I want and you know what? That is exactly what I’m going to do. Last week you guys saw something. Last week you guys saw what The Great Siege can do. Everyone and I mean everyone wrote us off. People said that the Siege couldn’t survive anymore and that we were done that we would be in the dust soon. Well look what happened the two groups merged together and now we are bigger and badder than we ever have been. To have Wolf around in our corner that makes it worse right? You see we didn’t really want Wolf with us but the more we talked and the more we thought the better it sounded. We knew Chris Kennedy was a lost cause. We knew that he would never rejoin us because he doesn’t have the balls to do so.

Dan laughs and he starts to walk around in the backstage area.

Dan Ward: Wolf, is better than Chris Kennedy ever will be. We know it and the fans know it and deep down Gabby knows it. Know we have heard rumors that Gabby will stay with Chris and not come back with us. Well, that is fine, we also have heard that Gabby feels that we are taking this power for ourselves. That we have become greedy, but Gabby didn’t you do the same thing when you got JoJi hired. You knew that you couldn’t fight any more so you went to Rush, and asked him to hire a little bitch for you. That is taking power in your own hands right? Come on Gabby you are a hypocrite and to let you know Andrew and I made you. We were the ones that reached out to you and told you that if you joined us you’d become champion and look what happened. You became champion just like we told you that you would be. So now Gabby you want to stay with Chris or that is what the rumors say, but I say go ahead because we made you and we can break you. And when the Siege TAKES over once again you’ll be taken out because you are either with us or against us. So pick a side Gabby, and pick it wisely.

Dan then sees a chair and he sits on it. He plays with the microphone some more then he smiles.

Dan Ward: Now if Amy didn’t run away so quickly I would have been able to tell her how I feel about my opponent tonight. But she was so scared of not being professional she ran away…wait she was scared of not being professional she ran away?

Dan thinks about for a second then looks at the camera.

Dan Ward: Typical women am I right? Anyways, Over The Edge now thinks they are the king shits don’t they? They think just because they were the 1st losers at Trial By Fire that they can claim the number one contendership for our tag titles.

Dan taps his title he looks at it and nods his head.

Dan Ward: Now that might be all well and good but they need to realize that they won’t be able to beat us. We finally became the champions once again, but like we said we should have never lost them. They should have been ours from when we “lost” them to now. We didn’t need a tag team turmoil match to crown us as the champions. Now I give credit to Eyes, and Killemall. They have gotten a lot better since they came in to the FWA, but yet they still suck. Oh I know people will say that is so cliché Dan, to say someone sucks, can’t you find a better burn. Well I can but it would take me a long time to say why they suck, so I’m not going to do that all I’m going to do is go out to that ring, and look into his Eyes, and I will beat him down.

Dan smiles and looks at his title again.

Dan Ward: Tonight is going be a preview of what will happen to Over The Edge if they ever get a title shot. Yes, I know it is a singles match tonight, but we have been working on that, we have been proving to people that we can go after singles gold as well. Eyes, you are in trouble tonight because I’m going out there to prove a point, and like we always say…WE ARE GREATNESS…And we are about to PASS YOU BY!

Dan throws the microphone down and raises his title high, he smiles into the camera and waves goodbye as he walks away.

[EeL]

The scene opens to a huge dressing room that’s decorated with beautiful authentic paintings, luxurious curtains and large mirrors with bright lights around them. In front of the mirror is a chair where there’s a table before it, covered with makeup and hair-styling equipment. Suddenly the door bangs open, people snapping pictures are trying to get in as a woman wearing a tight black Chanel dress gets into the doorway, she’s waving at them and smiling. Another person insists that she enters the room and gets her safely inside while the crowd of people asking a million questions and taking pictures gets the door slammed in their face. The man looks sternly at the woman, and sits her down in the chair, she looks at herself in the mirror and the reflection shows that it’s The Ayla El.

Assistant: Ayla, Ayla! You need to get out of here as soon as possible, this autograph signing is done and you need to get to the arena on time! You have your first match and you don’t want to lose it or miss it! It’s against Nolee Lacroix!

Ayla: OK, you really need to calm down and shut up… as you can see, a FWA camera crew was waiting inside here for me and that means it’s time for me to speak and you to stay quiet… well, it’s always time for that because frankly no one wants to even hear you speak. Now…

Ayla gives her hair a gentle touch and looks into the camera with a small smirk etched on her dark red lips.

Ayla: Ah yes… the return. I believe this would be my third run in the FWA? My first run saw me become the only woman to have a more than 2 month long singles match winning streak from her debut, I was a member of the greatest stable of all FWA History the Unholy Uprising and I was the first picked ever to join Fight Night during the first FWA Draft… all those amazing accomplishments… except for one… the one that all women aim for when they join FWA and that’s becoming the FWA Women’s Champion. At the time there were some rather hideous creatures, to say the least, holding the title and they were all loved by the idiots in FWA Management so I never got a fair shot. Then one my second run in FWA, I got a title match quite quickly but then left of my own accord because I was simply too busy to care… now I have decided, it’s a new year. The end of the world is potentially coming up in a matter of months and I want to finish everything I started. See, that’s the type of woman I am, the kind that has goals and will accomplish them… it may take time but they get done.

She tilts her head to the side slightly, her dark brown hair flowing along her shoulder.

Ayla: So, let me think… the first stepping stone to me getting what I want is some stupid nobody named Nolee Lacroix? Really? At first I was told that it was someone named Jennifer Sky who I immediately thought was either a porn star or stripper. Now I get some red neck prostitute? Wow, that’s just disrespectful. For someone who FWA needs to be back in their company, they serve me the skank from the bottom of the barrel? It’s just unprofessional for a company to behave this way! First they cancel my planned debut which we all agreed would be at Trial By Fire, we even have signed legal documents stating it would have happened then… next, they put my debut to be on basic cable which is just beneath me and now they don’t give me an instant women’s title match but instead a match against Nolee Lacroix? I don’t need this type of treatment, it’s exactly what made me not hesitate leaving last time but this time… they have me trapped because they have what I want. FWA Management has the women’s title and I want it… badly. And I can easily get it, if I got a shot at it… so if they want me to spend weeks destroying each little whore they put me against until finally they’re tired of jacking off at me on top of another woman for three seconds every week, fine by me, whatever it takes for me to get that title match.

Ayla rolls her eyes quickly and lets out an audibly frustrated sigh.

Ayla: I know my adoring fans out there aren’t used to me talking this way but I guarantee you that if after beating Nolee Lacroix they don’t give me what I want, then they’ll have to get used to the old Ayla… the one that didn’t listen to what people said and just did whatever the hell she wanted because let’s face it. A woman like me can and should get whatever she wants but as per usual, FWA decides that they do whatever they want which is totally wrong. They should be catering to my needs because I am the woman that will give them enough ratings to get back two shows. My several year long absence is what caused the severe decline in ratings but they think that Nolee Lacroix is what is best for this company? See, I know what they’re doing. They tricked me into coming back into the company so that they can produce their own stars, they want to use me to push Nolee. They can’t live with the fact that I was a star before FWA. Well you better get used to it, the world knew me before FWA and they’ll know me long after unlike everyone else in the FWA who thinks that they’re the biggest star this planet’s ever seen. They’re not the biggest star, the Sun is not the biggest star… I am the biggest star that FWA has ever seen, I am the biggest star that this planet has ever seen.

A broad smile stretches across her face, Ayla’s perfectly straight and white teeth are practically sparkling in front the camera.

Ayla: Nolee, dear, trust me when I say this… I know all about you. I know that you believe that being some kind of red neck princess makes you something, gives you some kind of inner strength. You’re wrong. Stupid things like believing that where you grew up and how your life was makes you a stronger person depending on your situation is garbage and you’re living proof of that because you are garbage. How stupid do you have to be to think that growing up in Tennessee and working on the ranch or sleeping with men with no teeth in hideous denim jumpers makes you a strong woman? No, no, no… Look at me, I’m educated and naturally talented, as well as, well trained in many different areas. That is what makes someone powerful. So you can take your beliefs in what makes you powerful and throw it all in the trash and while you’re there, you might as well throw yourself in too.

Ayla starts to giggle at her joke then slowly waves her hand at the camera to exit the room as the scene starts to fade to black.


OOC: Sorry for the edit and late post but I had trouble logging into the forum to make the post for the day, I figured out it was my computer/browser. I hope it's still counted.

[DramaShark]

For what you did to me,
and what I'll do to you,
you get, what everyone else gets,
you get a lifetime

I will avenge my ghost with every breath I take
I'm coming back from the dead and I'll take you home with me
I'm taking back the life you stole

This hole you put me in
wasn't deep enough
and I'm climbing out right now
you're running out of places to hide from me
when you go
just know that I will remember you

White Hot



Chris Kennedy's snow white Bugatti Veryon looks like a blur as it roars down the empty highway, The Veyron's quad-turbocharged W16 engine sounding like a Dragons battlecry. Gripping the wheel, his knuckles go white with excitement. The Veyron is the fastest street legal car in the world, capable of hitting 270 mph, and it looks like Kennedy is trying to see if he can hit that number is channeling his inner speed racer. Inside the car, Chris Kennedy takes a sip from his Pepsi and a drag of his cigarette before smiling at us.


Chris Kennedy
You know it's funny to me, I used to be the most hated man on Fight Night. Used to be a time when, I walked down that ramp and young children hurled vulgar obscenities my way while their parents encouraged them. People hated me from the day I stepped foot in the FWA, and I indulged in every waking minute of it. I enjoyed being a monster, because the monster isn't trying to please or impress everyone else, a monster just looks out for it's self and destroys everything in it's way. But something happened along the way, something changed inside me as I matured and became less dependent on prescription medicine. I found the love of an amazing woman, and she is going to have my child. There is no one singular life altering experience more significant than parenthood, and I am a better man because of it. But that's not the only reason that I have bettered myself.
I have started to understand the FWA fans, let my walls down and embrace them, and now my fans are more important to me than you all will ever know. It's because of my fans that I dropped my "Screw the world" attitude and come out here and do what I do each and every week, it's because of my fans that I am a better man, and it's because of my fans...that I am the FWA Champion!

But you know, there is someone out there...someone out there that thinks that because I high five fans and smile for pictures now, or that because I have a little girl on the way, that I am not the same bloodthirsty animal that ended the careers of Rocky Creed and Bullseye Johnson, or that I am not the same monster that set Duke Drazin on fire laughing all the while, and that maybe I am not the same Chris Kennedy that nearly separated Wolfs skull from his spinal chord with a Bittersweet Chin Symphony several months ago. Wolf, you are sadly mistaken. I am still the cold blooded, calculating and malicious monster that everyone loves to hate, I have just been waiting for someone to unleash me. You have woken up something inside of me, something primal and malevolent, I wish to cause you severe harm in ways you can't even begin to fathom The thing is, I never had a problem with you, the thing between your ex-wife and I, that was nothing personal towards you. The fact of the matter was that I just enjoyed having sex with your wife. All those warm, wet tender moments we shared in the bed that was once yours, never once was it because I wanted to hurt you, it was simply because Sara is a very attractive woman with several tricks in the bedroom, but hell I am sure you are familiar with most of them. What Sara and I had was raw unadulterated passion, but it wasn't love. I never loved Sara, and somewhere along the way she looked at me and thought that I could be everything you weren't and I never did anything anything to encourage this, I was simply myself. Funny thing is, you know deep down in your gut that she still loves me, and she is using you to hurt me, to hurt Gabrielle. But the fact of the matter is that there is nothing you can do to hurt me, Wolfie. I am impervious to anything your feeble mind could conjure, and in the end you will look foolish starting something you never had the resources to finish. You can't beat me, not now, not ever. You would think that you would be able to put that together...
But here you are, like a thorn in my side. You are the special guest referee in my match with Thomas Princeton, and I don't really see any positives here. You are going to going to try screw me out of a win, but if you think I am going to let you then you are sadly mistaken. If you try to pull any of that slick sh-t, Wolf, I'll Chin Symphony you into next year and they'll have another referee come down that ramp to officiate my match properly. Consider that a warning.

Chris Kennedy steps on the gas a little harder. The car is going 145 mph but that doesn't seem fast enough for Kennedy. The FWA Champion smiles like a hyena as the speedometer increases.

Chris Kennedy
And then we have my opponent, *yawn* Thomas Princeton. Good to know FWA officials thought I could use an easy night after being attacked by The Great Siege last week. Cool. Y'know, alot of people compare me to Thomas Princeton and the only reason I could think of was because we are both wealthy. Other than that, I see no other qualities that I share with that slimy douchebag. Thomas Princeton is a hallmark in mediocrity, his World Heavyweight Championship reign was finished faster than FWA.com could update his status as champion. His reign was so painfully short that it's almost as if Wolf never lost the title in the first place. The fact that anyone in their right mind would ever compare me to that sack of shit Princeton makes me sick. His fake swagger, his money he doesn't have yet he flaunts it like there is no tomorrow, it's all so phony. I have spent more money on Gabrielle's maternity cloths than Princeton has in his bank account. I still cant believe he even won the world championship to begin with, he was a terrible North American champion who should have been demoted to the X-Division but I guess a little bit of money goes a long way and Princeton had the bookers and referees in his pocket. Doesn't matter to me though, because even though Wolf is the one wearing the black and white stripped shirt, there is no way Thomas Princeton could ever in a million years defeat The Astonishing Chris Kennedy. I have beaten real champions, I have defeated men who are actually worth their weight, unlike the overprivillaged and overcompensated Thomas Princeton. Tom talks a big game but in the ring he turns to grape jelly. I've seen more fight in Buddhist Monks than in Princeton at Trial By Fire. He just layed there and let that piss ant Wolf destroy him like a spineless jelly-fish. Your first ever World Title reign, your first ever title defense....and you bring absolutely nothing to the table. I, on the other hand, had a better night at Trial By Fire when I achieved a lifelong dream, winning the FWA Championship. I look back at your laughable title reign and I use that as an example of what not to be. The FWA Championship means more to me than you'll ever know, I can't imagine laying down like a dead fish and giving it away like you did at Trial By Fire. Princeton, if you were a real man, and you had a set of nuts hanging under the 4 inches of disappointment you call a dick, then you would have fought like a man and retained your title. But no, that would be asking too much for you to take time out of your oh-so-busy schedule, and you half assed your way through the match just like you have half assed your way through life. I don't get it. I grew up with money, but still worked hard to get to where I am at, where it seems you have abused FWA Politics to become champion, using your money to open all the doors for you. You'll never learn, Princeton. And it's for that reason you will never win, Princeton, even with Wolf as referee, because he dislikes you as much as he dislikes me so you being a pompous shit stain actually works out to my advantage here

The white sports car continues down the desolate highway, moving as fast over concrete as Chris Kennedy's career has in the past year. The car passes a group of Vultures picking apart a dead wolf carcass, the once savage beast now nothing more than rotting flesh, food for a group of lesser beings. Kennedy grins to himself before reaching into his coat pocket and grabbing a pack of Marlboro Menthol cigarettes. He pulls one out and presses it between his lips before lighting it. He slowly breathes in the smoke and exhales out the window. The sun is setting and the sky begins to turn a shade of purple. Kennedy steps on the gas even harder, bringing the car to the 180 mark as everything outside the window becomes a multicolored blur. Kennedy smiles and enjoys the view from the white rocket he is riding.

Chris Kennedy
Thomas Princeton doesn't belong in the same ring as Chris Kennedy. I am the FWA Champion because it's in my blood, I have been a fighter all my life. Thomas Princeton is nothing more than a soft skinned punching bag. I will beat him tonight to prove to Wolf that I can beat the man that beat him, and therefore Wolf is nothing to me, hardly any competition at all. Thomas Princeton, I want you to hold on to your money, take solace in the comfort it brings you, knowing that only shortly thereafter will I defeat you and send you further down the FWA ranks, your money is all that you will have to keep you from losing your mind. But it won't change the fact that you are a loser, no amount of money can change that, that title is your cross to bare for being a lazy, whiny, snot nosed brat who is trying to make a name for himself in a mans world. But you are not a man, Princeton. You dress the part, but you don't act the part. You talk the talk but you don't walk the walk, your whole routine is transparent, you are a phony, a fake, a failure, a let down, a disappointment. Look up "Pathetic" in the Websters Dictionary and you find a picture of Thomas Princeton in a fake Armani suit, trying his damnedest to look like Chris Kennedy, trying to sound like Chris Kennedy, emulating my promos to the point of plagiarism. He wants to be Chris Kennedy, but like the commercial says: "Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby." This solid gold belt sitting in my passenger seat here is a honest to god testament that I am the genuine article, the most Astonishing man in this business. Thomas Princeton, you were the flavor of the week at one point, but several weeks have passed since then and you are holding on to the memory of being the champ, while everyone else that matters, the FWA fans, are forgetting about you. In that ring, you stand no chance against me. You are in my jungle and you are just fresh meat, the monster that resides inside me will rejoice in your bloodshed and when it is all said and done, you will curse the day you ever even heard the name Chris Kennedy...

Kennedy looks down to his right, and we see his FWA Championship sitting in the passenger seat. Chris smiles lovingly at the belt, silently appreciated it in all it's glory while also taking pride in everything he has done to get to this point.
The white Bugatti continues to speed down the highway, the sun completely set now as the sky is a dark purple. In the distance, we see a town, lit up and lively. The car continues to head into the direction of the town before vanishing into the night.

[DramaShark]

Hail Mary full of grace,
Father forgive me,
I got so many sins
the devils within me.

I take what I want, don't care who I hurt,
dirt on my hands, blood on my shirt.
I lie, I cheat, I steal, my skin is growing scales,
I am prepared for redemption, or whatever it entails.

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
But my hearts full of hate, atonement lies in love.
At the end of the day, no one can save me.
I am evil personified, cold blooded and crazy




Take Your Ass To Church

Joey Ortiz enters the church wearing a pink button down, his hair slicked back and his aviator sunglasses absent from his face for a change. Joey walks down the long red carpet, walking all the way down to the empty church, until he comes across a Jesus statue. Joey knees down and makes the hand signal of the father, the son and the holy spirit. He grabs a handful of holy water from the table nearby and splashes it on his face. He looks at the stained glass windows in the church and admires all of them, saints of a different time immortalized in glass. Joey sees the confessional booth, the reason he came, as he appears to get his sins off his chest and beg for exoneration. He enters the booth and opens the screen for the priest in the booth next to him to hear him.

Joey Ortiz: Father forgive me, for I have sinned, bro...

Priest: We all sin, my child. You being here is a sign that you are above such sins. What sins have you committed, my child?

Joey Ortiz: Oh shit, bro...where do I start. Okay, I was at an all-you can eat buffet the other day, I shit my pants pretty bad, but still stayed until I finished my shrimp...

Priest: Not really a sin, but, yeah...

Joey Ortiz: Oh. Right. Okay, well, I have been illegally downloading a shitload of movies bro. That's pretty much stealing, right? The sad thing is, I downloaded that "Friends With Benefits" with that Justin Timberlake and man that movie sucked. I just can't buy him as an actor, bro. I just can't. I was pissed off, cuz I am thinking not only did I break you guys' whole Thou Shalt Not Steal thing, but I am also, like, breaking the law or something over this shit-ass movie that I stopped watching halfway through. I'm like, goddamn, you couldn't get Ryan Reynolds or Tanning Chatum, you got Justin Timberlake? Gimme a f--cking break, bro...

Priest: Uh, please profane from using profanity in the house of good, my child.

Joey Ortiz: Oh, sorry, Padre. So yeah, there's that, but then I also got this other problem. I have been having a lot of premarital sex with several partners, you know? I am in a different city every week, and in my line of work groupies are everywhere.

Priest: How many sexual partners have you had since your last confession?

Joey Ortiz: I would say 40, maybe 50 girls...

Priest: oh my...

Joey Ortiz: And tell me if this is wrong, I don't know...is it a sin to tell a girl you are sterile when you aren't just to avoid using a condom?

Priest: Well, uh, you are lying so...

Joey Ortiz: Because I do that shit, ugh I mean stuff, a lot bro. Like, with every groupie I come across

Priest: Come across?

Joey Ortiz: Holy shit, padre, you make a joke?

Priest: No no no...

Joey Ortiz: Anyway, then there is the real reason I am here father. I used to be a winner. Men wanted to be me. Women wanted to sleep with me. Bisexuals wanted to watch. I have been very successful since I came to the FWA. Last year I won the FWA Brawl For it All at Mile High and I used that to end Anthony's TV title reign. Now, I am the FWA TV Champion and I do some pretty rotten stuff to keep the belt. Last PPV I refused to defend it against Alexx, Then that same night I attack him. And I am not going to lie, it felt good. When I bashed his smug little face in with that chair, it felt damn good. But then later in the night he cost me and Juan Lopez the tag team titles. Then, the next week on Fight Night I let my guard down and that little fruit cake beat me. Can you imagine, father, getting pinned by a homosexual? His sweaty junk gyrating on your belly for 3 seconds? Gross bro. Not that I have anything against, you know, fruity booties or whatever but not in my neighborhood, you know what I mean? Yeah, you know what I mean. I lost focus, father. I let my anger make me cocky and that little Cotton Swab took advantage. Now I am facing that slack jawed punk ass Cameron Cross in a match that everyone wants to see. The TV Champion VS The North American Champion. However, I have a feeling that this will work out nicely as Cameron hasn't been playing with a full deck lately. It's only a matter of time before I beat him and become The North American Champion, but tonight it's non-title which is a shame for me but a huge break for that greasy haired flea bag Cameron Cross. Father, Cameron Cross is not someone that I should even have to worry about, but the fact is I need to beat him to prove that I am the dominant champion, and then I need to go on to get my rematch with Alexx, because I know last time I made a huge mistake, a mistake that I will not make again.

Cameron Cross, there isn't a god in all the heavens that would favor that guy over me. I will go into that match and I will do what I do best, which is completely dominate bro. It's not just Alexx I need to prove myself to, it's all the FWA fans, all my friends, my family, myself. I beat the FWA North American Champion, and hell that says a lot about me, bro. The momentum I plan on building on my way to the top can not stop, not now father. See, I want to be a better man, free of sin, but a better man is not what it's going to take to beat Cross. I can't lose again and I won't because Cameron Cross doesn't have enough moxy to dance with me, This will be a squash match, I am going into that match, focused 100% with my eye on the prize as I build my legacy in the FWA. I started out as just a lackey, now I am the TV Champion, does that register with you Father? Some would say Cameron Cross is on my level because we carry the same tier of championships but he is clearly not in my league. Joey Ortiz is a future FWA Champion, Father, everyone knows that, everyone except Cameron Cross and Alexx, both of which are going to find out soon enough. The time for fun and games is over, No more super happy fun-time, bro. Joey Ortiz is here for business, here to do what I do best, which is to kick ass and take names, There is nothing anyone can do to derail me pro, I am coming at Cameron Cross full force because I know the only way to be treated with respect in the FWA is to crack in every skull you come across.

Cameron Cross is just another scrub, a little rat faced turd with eyes and I will do to him tonight what I did to him in The Brawl For It All at Mile High....I will beat him. When I think about snapping his bones like a twig, I get this immense feeling of euphoria that I can't quite describe bro, all I know is that it feels like a High I am trying to chase, and the only way I can curb my craving is to cause Cameron and/or Alexx a considerable amount of physical harm, I want to be a better man, father, but how can I do that when I am filled with nothing but rage. I hate the people I work with, my competition, even the women I sleep with, I have so much hate in my heart and just want to let it out. I have to let it out. I have to hurt someone, everyone, I want to hurt everyone that comes my way because it's the only way I can feel good about myself. and when I am laying a beat down on Cameron Crosses pale white ass, he will know and they will all know that I am the most dominant competitor to ever step foot in the FWA, I am bigger than The Beatles, Michael Jordan or even Jesus Chris. I am the Cuban Car-Bomb Joey Ortiz AKA Joey Bones, and I am going to sweep through the FWA with all the grace of an eagle, bro. This is my time, not Cameron Crosses. I will expose Cameron Cross as the frail, vulnerable little bitch that he is. Cameron will wish that he had never met me, and the losses Juan and I have suffered to Crossing Rondo will be avenged. Cameron Cross, you did a great job making Ryan Rondo look good which wasn't an easy feet but I promise you, you will not defeat me one on one. I have too much riding on this, too much on the line, to let you have this win. No, I am going old school. This won't be a wrestling match, this will be me kicking the living shit of Caeron Crosses pale, greasy ass. I have worked too hard to lose, and from this point on I will no longer lose. Father, I will be making some changes in my life, but I am not sure it's forgiveness I want from god...

Priest: If you don't want forgiveness, why are you hear my son?

Joey Bones: I came here to see if you would forgive Cameron Cross for his sins, because after tonight, when all is said and done, Cameron may no longer be around to ask you himself.

Joey smiles like the devil as he exits the Confessional booth, slamming the door behind him as he slowly walks out of the church.

[Venomous Dragon]

*Tommy Tripper's music hits and most of the crowd comes alive, anticipating "The Joker" coming through the curtain. However who comes out is a disappointment. A man in white clown make up, a green afro wig, a yellow jump with red polka dots and huge purple shoes. The crowd boos the man as he tries to win them over by passing out party favors. He finally comically trips into the ring and grabs a mic.*

Clown:Hi everybody! I'm the "Joker" Tommy Tripper!Hahaha! I just wanted to tell all you guys that I'm on track to reclaiming the X division title! Tonight I'm going to beat that meany Juan Lopez!

*The crowd begins to boo as they notice Juan Lopez coming down to the ring. He has a stoic look on his face. He slowly gets into the ring giving the clown an up and down look. The clown laughs and tries to shake Juan's hand. Juan simply looks into his eyes before lifting his hand up to grab the clown's. Swiftly he brings in the clown with force setting him up for the DDT. The clown screams and his pleas can be heard from the mic.*

Clown:HEY!HEY!!THIS WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL!

*Juan ignores the pleas and drives him right into the mat. The clown lays motionless on the mat. Juan picks up the mic while never diverting his eyes from the body on the mat.*

Juan:I'm tired of jokes!

*Juan slams the mic on the clown's gut before exiting the ring and going to the back.*

[Swinny]

Walkin' down the hall, wit' a swagger like no other, is MC Fromage, MC Cheezy Chizzle himself, looking like a million bucks. Actually scratch that, more like a million pesos, that's like ten bucks right? Hell, I don't know, why should I know? I'm just the narrator, I don't convert dollars to pesos, I don't work in no bank.

Ahem, moving on...

MC Cheezy Chizzle, walking down the hall, swagger like no other, etc. etc. He's blinged out in the blingiest of bling dressed in the snazziest basketball jersey, the team on it one Cheezy himself wouldn't be able to tell you the name of, and jean shorts that would make John Cena himself drool like an infant, or a drunk, or a drunk infant.
Speaking of drunk, MC Fromage walks through these halls with a strut and a swagger befitting an intoxicated homeless man on the way back to his box, MC Fromage doesn't have a box to go to (although he does sometime sit in one and pretend he's in a rocketship) what MC Fromage has is an interview, his first official interview as a member of the FWA roster.

As Cheezy reaches the area where the interview is due to take place he looks around to find the dude who is interviewing him. He looks around and around, but he sees no dude. He does see a very attractive blonde holding a microphone in front of a camera who looks like she's waiting for someone. Coincidence? Probably not.
MC Fromage steps up to this young lady, adjusting his basketball jersey, brushing off his shoulder like so, as he saunters up to her. Yes, I said saunter. He saunters like no one has ever sauntered before (nor would ever want to). He approaches the woman, taps her on the shoulder, and as she turns around he prepares to make her melt with only one simple word.

"Sup?"

She looks at this beast of a man, 5'8", 160lbs of pure white Canadian gold, and tells him...

"Whoever you are I don't have time for you I'm waiting for interview a new wrestler."

"That's me, dawg. I'm brand spankin' new and speaking of spankin' maybe after the interview..."

But she cuts him off before he can dig his disgusting hole any deeper.

"You? You're a wrestler? You're MC Fromage? Guess it makes sense, you do resemble a block of white cheddar."

"Pfft, you be straight trippin' boo, if I'm any sort of cheese it's blue, 'cause I am damn sharp!"

*Under her breath* "Smells like bleu cheese, at least."

"Say wha?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. Anyway, I'm Amy Duke, pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm sure, now sure we get on with the interview?"

"Fo' sho', let's do this thang."

"Right. So you're the newest signee to the FWA roster, what do you believe YOU bring to the FWA?"

"The better question is what DON'T I be bringing to the FWA, know what I'm sayin'? I'm so good they don't have a damn word for how good I am. Ya know when yo' jaw drops way down to the flo' and ya just sit there all dumbfonded and shit by how amazing what you just say was? Well that's me, yo. That's me in the ring, that's me just walking down the street, that's just me every day of the damn week, dawg. I walk down the street and jaws be droppin', eyes be poppin' and all the ladies be lickin' they lips 'cause they all want a piece of the cheese, know what I'm sayin'? This MC got good taste though and I won't let just anyone taste my cheese, but you, you look like just my kinda flavour."

"Um... no thanks. Keep your cheese to yourself please."

"You know you gon' regret that girl."

"Yeah, yeah, right. My loss. Moving on... you have your first match coming up shortly and it is against a man who's been in the FWA for awhile now, Josh Hill."


"Josh Hill? The fat kid from Superbad who ain't fat no mo'?"

"No, that's Jonah Hill."

"Oh, so this guy is the fat bro of the fat kid from Superbad who ain't fat no mo'?"
"No."

"Oh, so this dude's skinny too now?"

"No, they're not related at all. Jonah Hill has nothing to do with this."

"Well whatever the hell his name be, whoever the hell he is, I can tell ya'll one thing fo' sho, there aren't gon' be no McLovin going on tonight, they just gon' be McFightin, a McBeatin and when I be done Josh Hill will be McDead!"

"Right. So... Josh Hill has not yet made an appearance nor spoke a word about your upcoming match, what are your thoughts on this?"

"My thoughts are... expecting this to happen a lot. A lot, yo. Mafuckas be terrified of the cheese, Josh Hill is just the first of many. I'm sure he feels embarrassed about being unable to face me, but don't worry dawg, it ain't cowardly, it just be human nature. When you see a big rough and tough sumbiatch like myself, your instinct is always to run as fast as you mafuckin' can in the opposite mafuckin' direction! So run lil' dawgie run, run as fast as your little legs can take ya, 'cause the time will come when you can't run no more, when you're trapped in those four sides of hell they call a wrestlin' ring and when I'm stompin' on your punk ass like Stompin' Tom Connors himself! The good ol' hockey game ain't the best game I can name, MY game is the best game I can name and my game is kickin' ass and there ain't no mafuckin' pause, homie and their ain't no cheat codes and there just ain't no way out, period. Josh Hill, tonight when will do battle, like East Coast and West Coast, like Tupac and Biggie, you'll have more than a hill to climb, you'll have a mafuckin' MOUNTAIN and if you ever manage to climb up that mountain you'll end up worse than Pac and Biggie combined. There won't be no myth about yo' punk ass living on some tropical island somewhere, there won't be no lack of a corpse, it'll be right there in the center of the ring wit' my size 13 boot up it's ass!"

The MC is quite riled up right now, so much that's he's almost, ALMOST intimidating.

"Tonight MC Cheezy Chizzle's body count starts out with a bang and from then on the FWA, the whole country, the whole dayum WORLD will fear tha name... Fromage."

He pauses, very dramatically, for close to a minute before repeating that one word, this time in a throaty whisper...

Fromage.

Fromage

Fromage.

The scene slowly fades to black.

Fromage.