From the Vault: Old Promos

Clint Shepard

Originally Posted by Jimmy King

*The scene opens up in a bullfighting arena in Tijuana, Mexico. The matador is seen preparing for the bull, the crowd is in anticipation for this bullfight, children running around with other children while their parents watch on. The camera pans around until finds CWA superstar Clint Shepard sitting in the stands wearing a poncho to fit in with the crowd, High Voltage interviewer Lacey walks up to find him, looking a bit flustered*

Lacey: There you are! Why exactly are we anyways?

*She takes a seat next to Clint, he looks excited as she looks exhausted*

Clint: I'm sorry but I've always wanted to see one of these shows in person.

Lacey: Have you ever tried walking around in heels? You should be thankful you're not a woman.

Clint: Sorry, can't say that I have ever done such a thing.

Lacey: Well you're lucky, what is with that ridiculous getup?

*She points to his poncho*

Clint: It's a poncho, it's a big thing out here in Mexico. You may want to lower your tone about calling it ridiculous

*People around Lacey look at her with annoyed looks on their faces, she looks embarassed*

Lacey: My bad, I meant nothing by it.

Clint: This kind of like the upcoming tag team turmoil match I'm involved at Redemption.

Lacey: How so?

Clint: Think about it. A bunch of hungry young bulls, hot headed and full of anger*

Lacey: True, I suppose. What category do you and El Lucha fall in?

Clint: We are the humble old bulls, their to keep all of the young bulls in line.

Lacey: What are your feelings on teaming up with El Luchadore Grande again?

Clint: I guess we did something that impressed the higher ups, I see it as an honor to team up with him. The fans enjoyed seeing us team up, two legends in the wrestling business, and he's seen as a hero out here in Mexico.

Lacey: How do you communicate with him? He doesn't speak a whole lot of english.

Clint: Simple, I'm fluent in spanish.

*A man overhears the conversation and says something in spanish to Clint, after he's done speaking Clint chuckles to himself*

Lacey: What did he just say?

Clint: He said you're very pretty, but you ask one too many questions

*Clint chuckles some more but Lacey is not amused*

Lacey: Well why don't you tell him it's my job?

Clint: Calm down, relax.

Lacey: Okay, any last words for your opponents?

Clint: You mess with the bull, you get the horns. Better get to studying, Redemption's lesson will be why I am called The Icon, and you'll definitely learn why.

*With that the bullfight begins, the matador pulls the carpet out of the way of the bull and the crowd claps in approval as the scene ends*

Diego Gonzalez

Originally Posted by Jimmy King

*The scene opens up in a taco shop in Tijuana, Mexico, we see families that have gathered together for a nice meal. The man that runs the place is also taking orders behind the counter, then in walks Diego Gonzalez and his girlfriend Jessica, Diego is wearing a Antonio Gates San Diego Chargers jersey and baggy jean shorts, Jessica in jeans and black shirt, the man behind the counter notices Diego and gets excited.*

Man: Diego! Hola!

Diego: Hola Gilberto!

*They shake hands and bump shoulders, they then exchange some words in spanish before going back to english*

Diego: Gilberto this is my lovely lady Jessica!

Gilberto: Hola senorita!

Jessica: Hola!

Diego: Hey man do you think you could hook us up with some food? We both have a mad case of the munchies...if you know what I mean

*They laugh together, Gilberto asks Diego something in spanish*

Diego: Oh yeah of course I got some right here.

*Diego hands Gilberto a ziploc bag and the contents inside the bag look like basil, Diego and Jessica then take a seat in a booth*

Jessica: Baby, did you used to eat here a lot or something when you wrestled down here?

Diego: All the time mami! Gilberto makes the best rolled tacos.

*A young boy walks up to Diego with a pad of paper and pen, Diego kindly signs the paper for the young boy which makes the kid's day. Gilberto comes back with a plate full of rolled tacos.

Gilberto: Here you go Diego and Jessica! So what brings you back? I heard you had joined that CWA wrestling company.

Diego: That's exactly why I'm back, they're having a show out here, I'll be wrestling for the new Continental Championship

*Diego takes a bite out of a rolled taco, gives the thumbs up to Gilberto, then Jessica takes a bite of one and has a huge smile on her face*

Jessica: These are good!

Diego: I told you mami! Gilberto's the best! Anyways, I'll be fighting some payaso named Frankie Enzo

Gilberto: He doesn't sound so tough

Diego: He's really not, he just thinks so because he watched The Godfather a few times, I've seen his CWA history and the dude is seen as nothing but a joke. He's going to continue being a joke, because I'll be the one walking out with the gold at the PPV. What better place to win it too, then in my home country!

Gilberto: Well I better get back to work, good luck in your match, I hope you beat that pendejo.

*After Gilberto walks away Diego looks into the camera*

Diego: You heard right Frankie, I'll be the one walking out with the gold holmes and the first ever Continental champion, CWA just feels bad for you and your pathetic career so they gave you a shot at the title. This isn't The Godfather or The Sopranos, though it will end the same, with you getting whacked! Get ready to be smoked out!

*Diego and Jessica continue eating their rolled tacos as the scene ends*

Mr. Willis

Originally Posted by Mr. Willis

Mr. Willis In

Fear and Loathing in Mexico

~ Scene opens up inside a Taco shack inside Mexico City, Mexico which the name is Los Taco. The place looks a little down on the down side but still had a vintage taco shack vibe to it. The walls light yellow with nothing but a bar and a stove top behind it with all the works it takes to make real Tacos. The camera now finds Mr. Willis at the counter who really looks like he is hallucinating as he sits there, with Willis always in the mood for a "good time" there is no way anyone who hasn't been with Mr. Willis the entire time to know what he has been up too and what he's been "doing" with himself. Willis just sits there starring in to deep space just waving his hand in front of his face with a huge smile on his face, Willis starts to see a Raptor ... yes the dinosaur Raptor just walk in and sat right next to him as Willis just stares at the Raptor with a face expression that shows nothing but astonishment as he just looks at him and in his head all your can hear is ♫ Don't you want somebody to love,Don't you need somebody to love ,Wouldn't you love somebody to love ,You better find somebody to love ♫ For no pacific reason as Willis just reaches out and touches the Raptor while everyone else just backs off as they see him just reaching around through thin air. Now back in the mind of Willis who just poking the Raptor repeatably as the Raptor turns to Willis and looks at him.~

Raptor:Can you please stop poking me dude.

Mr. Willis: Sorry about that, just never seen a real dinosaur in person before.

Raptor:Well its not that big of a deal man. Yeah I know I am dinosaur YEAH!!! big deal. I am just here for a taco like everyone else in here.

~ Everyone looks at Willis like he is beyond crazy as Willis is seen talking to himself but in Willis bizarre mind phase that he is in he really believes that a dinosaur sitting next to him as well Mr. Willis seems to be up to no good in Mexico and here is the proof. Well he is hallucinating beyond any degree. Some can speculate what Willis been doing and it may be Obvious to many, no one knows for sure. Willis turns his attention as he tries to order a taco. Willis gets the attention of the guy behind the cashier.~

Mr. Willis:Hey, let me get a chicken and steak taco with extra sour cream.

~ The guy behind the counter takes the order as Willis just stares at the dinosaur. The dinosaur turns and looks at Willis.~

Raptor:So man what brings you to Mexico?

~Willis looks at the Raptor and smirks at him before answering.~

Mr. Willis:Wrestling match, I am you see is "Mr. Sports Entertainment" Mr. Willis and well I am working a huge pay per view coming up inside Mexico. You want to know who I am facing?

Raptor:No.

~Willis pauses.~

Mr. Willis: His name is Mr. Showtime and well this is a grudge match between us two.

Raptor:I thought I said I didn't want to know?.

~ Willis pauses as he looks around and the room starts to spin around and around as the designs on the wall started to move around and rotate as Willis just stares at the wall as this is happening. Willis almost falls off his stool on how hard he was starring at the wall as Willis most definitely bugging the hell out and Willis starts to think he is as well as he turns his head and the dinosaur is gone as it just a empty seat. Willis just quickly gets up and runs right out the door of the taco place and runs right in to his agent. Willis is seen sweating up a storm as he doesn't look to well. Willis agent see's this as he sits Willis back down as Willis head is just spinning and spinning. Willis agent heads Willis towards the bathroom and demands that Willis washes up his face. Willis now looks up in to the mirror and he see's Mr. Showtime standing in the mirror wearing his Sub Co t-shirt. Willis freaks out but quickly tense up and stare in to the mirror and in to Mr. Showtime who looks back at him through the mirror as he just stands there ~

Mr. Willis: Mr. Showtime, we seem to have crossed paths yet again as for the 2nd straight pay per view in a row you and me stand across the ring from each other. Not like last month where we battled for the honor of being called Ruler of The Ring of the year 2010. Not like last month where we fought to see who was the better man and to who's career will it be that sky rockets to the top. Now when we go toe to toe in the squared circle this will not be about who's the better man, no now this is personal. Now you seemed to align yourself with

"The Submission Coalition" and is on a mission to take me out. Now this is more than just me trying to pin your shoulders to the mat as now you want to rid of me from CWA. Now I take this personal, now I am ready to get down and brawl like I never brawled before. Now you got the real Mr. Willis as now you got the man that will love and I mean LOVE to watch you suffer.

You took it to this level Showtime, you aligned yourself with Osborn and Stone and become a lackey for what? I stand alone and look I have a world title shot down the line as I won the Ruler of The Ring and now I stand my own man as I don't need a team of worthless talent to stand next to me to help me get notice.

~ Willis just stutter step back and forth towards the mirror as the illusion in the mirror shows Willis getting dropped by a Prime time Special by Mr. Showtime. Then the illusion in the mirror shows Willis passing out to the Natural Selection by Steve Osborn as the drugged out Mr. Willis gets pissed off as he see's this right in front of his face as this crazy doped up mind state goes on as Willis just stares in to the mirror speaking to it. ~

Mr. Willis: Showtime, you cost me my match at High Voltage against Steve Osborn which know proves once and for all who really wears the pants inside the Sub Co family and it isn't you. Now it is my job to make sure I expose the world to how much of a bitch that you really are.

~ Willis walks in a dazed manner back and forth in front of the mirror as he see's all these images of Showtime and Sub Co inside the mirror as Willis has a extreme intense look on his face. His agent knocks on the door from the outside trying to see if Willis is OK Willis still see's Showtime's face in the mirror. ~

Mr. Willis: Damn Showtime I don't think you can fully prepare yourself mentally,physically or spiritually for the ass kicking you are going to receive by me, can you comprehend what I am telling you. Nothing else is on my mind, not being choked out by your pimp Steve Osborn or Rich Stone and the world title scenario. The only thing that rests on my brain at this moment is to make you not only suffer but for you to remember this ass kicking for the rest of your overrated career. As it is as simple as simple can be, I defeated you once before so how hard can it be for "Mr.Sports Entertainment" to do it again? I proved that you are not at the level of the likes of someone like "Mr. Sports Entertainment" Mr. Willis.

The time draws closer and closer as we prepare to do battle. Nothing else matters from no till Redemption then the rematch between Mr. Showtime and Mr. Willis. As the winner of the match will be the same as Hostile Takeover

~ Outside of the bathroom Mr.Willis agent goes over to Mr. Willis coat where he looks all through his coat pocket. Willis agent checks all the pockets where he pulls out a small plastic bag which contains some colorful pills inside as Willis agent shakes his head. Back to Willis who inside the bathroom starring at it which now the only thing he can see is his own reflection. It seems Willis has shaken off his high as he goes to leave the bathroom. Willis walks out to his Agent with a upset look on his face as Willis shrugs his shoulders as he heads to the counter to receive his taco as he takes a bite of it as he heads out the taco shack as he agent follows. The camera pans out as you see Willis's agent giving Willis a ear full as it you can tell by Willis body language that he is not listening as he is enjoying his taco with the scene coming to the end. ~

Rolando Fuentes

Originally Posted by Harry Morgan

Rolando spots Jessica and see’s a chance to grab some headlines. Rolando exit’s the ring and grabs Jessica by the hair before dragging her back into the ring. Rolando positions Jessica for the Icepick and is just about to hit it when Diego clubs him from behind. Jessica rolls out of the ring terrified as Diego takes some revenge on Rolando by hitting the Buzzkiller. However, Diego isn’t done yet as he then locks in the Smokescreen and forces Rolando to admit defeat.

As Diego rolls out of the ring, Rolando stays in the ring on the mat. He looks up at the lights, and then Rolando slowly get’s up. He looks up at the crowd, and at first you see shame in Rolando’s eyes. He looks around the arena, and then as he walks out of the ring, you see something just snaps in Rolando’s eyes. He continues the walk of shame down the aisle, and goes into the curtain.
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The phone starts to ring, the phone has been ringing for the last three days non-stop. My mailbox is full, and maybe in the next couple of days I will check them. There is just right now no reason to answer the phone. My dream of going into UFC has been demolished, because of a woman, A WOMAN! I had Diego destroyed, he was beaten, and I decided to go after a WOMAN! I was distracted for a brief second, and not only did I lose, but I was submitted. Dana is probably laughing at me right me now, and here I am in my room looking around contemplating the future.

Rolando’s cell phone stats blowing up with Text messages, and Rolando looks, and a text message catches his eye. –You are on the Redemption PPV Pre-Show, you are facing Ari Bravado, Drake Redick and Bakary Eboue.- Mickey
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The camera pans into a white padded room, and you see Rolando in the middle of the room sitting on a chair by himself. There is nothing around him, and he is tied up in a straight jacket. On the screen a message pops up, “These views are not the views of the CWA, but just the views of Rolando Fuentes.”

Rolando Fuentes: Two weeks ago I was distracted for a split second, I figured I had the match won, and so I decided to go ahead, and make a bigger impact. I was distracted for a split second, and then I was blindsided, and since I was surprised I tapped out.

The camera pans to Rolando’s face, and you see that his hair is natted, and that he had not shaved in several days. His eyes are bloodshot, as it looks like he hasn’t slept in days. His eyes have black circles around them, and Rolando looks like he hasn’t eaten in a couple of days.

Rolando: I have been in this room for three days, and I had some people tie me up, they have placed me into this room so that I get my killer instinct back. I am a killing machine, and for some reason I allowed myself to take my eyes off my goal. The Continental championship may not be the Ultimate goal, but it was a ways to a mean, and messed it up, because of my inability to stick with the plan that was set out of me, and so I was beaten by a jobber named Diego Gonzales. Let me tell you this Diego, once I destroy the three individuals at the Redemption, I am coming for you 110 percent. This time though I will make sure your valet is not a distraction, and I may just Icepick her before the match. NOW THOUGH!!!!!! This is the problem CWA, you have decided to put me up against three guys that I have already destroyed. I made each of them my little lap dogs, and I made them beg for mercy when I was done with them. Rolando starts to struggle in the straight jacket.

Bakary Eboue, Drake Redick, Ari Bravado, I know you are in the gym right now working very hard to try to find a hole In my game so you can take advantage of . You are watching the tape from two weeks ago, and you think there is a hole in my game, because of a WOMAN!!!! You three together do not have the charisma to even have one girl in your corner, and I never make the same mistake twice. NEVER! I am in this chair, and I am in the straight jacket so when I am released or when I break of it, you will be scared to death when you see me. I am punishing myself for my sins, for my failures.
Rolando keeps pulling at the jacket, looking like he is trying to get out of his prison. The more he struggles the angrier he gets, you seem him shifting in every way, and he is shifting very violently.

Rolando: Eboue, Redick, Bravado you each know that I have already beaten you, and your best chance of victory is to all of you to gang up on me, and hopefully defeat me, but I will destroy each one of you, and when I get done with you there will be no one in the ring, but me. NO ONE BUT ME!!!! I don’t care about the money anymore, I don’t care about the cars, the women, even the suits, and perks of being the greatest in the world. I only have one mission, and that is to destroy you, that is to make you submit underneath my Icelock, and take your arm with me as a trophy. The animal in me is growing, and the beast is becoming more uncontrollable. See if you can control the beast!

As Rolando says that he rips out of his straight jacket. He jumps out of his chair, and charges the camera man, his teeth seething, and his eyes red as blood ready to pounce. The camera man freaks out as he see’s Rolando’s arm free from his constraints. The camera man drops the camera, and heads for the door, but the door is locked. The camera drops, and you see Rolando pounce on the poor camera man. The camera man shrieks in horror as Rolando is on top of the man in the mount position, and he starts to unleash punches on the young man’s face. Each punch landing on the man’s face he screams the names of the men he will be facing in a week. Blood starts to pour out of the man’s face, and you see the blood caking Rolando’s hands. He lets out a loud howl, and then transitions to the arm bar. The man has already passed out as Rolando cranks in the Ice Lock. He starts screaming out Diego Gonzales’s name, in between the howls you hear the man’s arm break, and then the camera catches another loud pop. After a brief 30 seconds the door finally smashes open, and four people try to drag Rolando off the passed out camera man. As they stun Rolando with a taser Rolando screams in pleasure. I am coming for you! [b]I am coming for you! I AM COMING FOR YOU!!!! Rolando then passes out, and the camera cuts out as a security person accidentally steps on the camera, all you see is black and you hear silence.

Mr. Showtime

Originally Posted by Mr Showtime

Clique Wrestling Alliance Presents

Mr. Showtime
in

The Redemption

We fade into a POV shot of the inside of a limousine. The POV looks around at the leather interior of the vehicle; then down at shiny black shoes; then at a sparkling platinum watch to check the time. Then the POV looks out the passenger window to see the limousine is approaching the destination. The limousine stops and parks; the door opens getting a short glance at the red carpet, and then it is taken over by a sea of the flashing lights of cameras. The POV steps out of the limousine and looks around at the various flashes. It makes it's way up the red carpet, slowly basking in the spotlight, and then finally reaching the front door of the theatre. The doorman opens it for the POV and it walks inside. It looks to it's left to see a door for the men's room; it walks over and pushes the door open, and then looks to see the row of sinks and approaches it. Then the POV looks up into the mirror, and the POV is finally revealed to be Mr. Showtime.

SHOWTIME: Are you ready for your fifteen minutes; that sounded pretty badass, until I suffered my first loss. So now, I'm not going to give people their fifteen minutes with the Greatest Show on Earth.

There is a quick couple of flickers and the POV changes from first person to third person.

SHOWTIME: From now on I'm gonna take my sweet time to inflict as much pain as possible. And I have Mr. Willis to thank for it.

Showtime turns the water on and washes his hands; he turns off the water, and grabs a few paper towels to dry off. He drops the paper towels in the sink, and walks out of the men's room. He looks out at the fancy dressed people mingling to one another.

SHOWTIME: Stop!

Suddenly time stands still; Showtime walks about the theatre until he reaches the auditorium. He walks down the aisle and walks up the steps onto the stage. He walks until he reaches the center and he's standing in front of a red velvet curtain.

SHOWTIME: At Redemption, in Tijuana, the stage I will be standing on will not be from an auditorium or a sound studio, but it will be on the canvas of a squared circle. And I will redeem my first loss in CWA, which coincidentally was the biggest one of my CWA career. And I have Mr. Willis to thank for it.

Showtime begins to walk as he cracks his knuckles. He stops and is standing left front stage.

SHOWTIME: This loss I suffered made me realize a number of things: that Willis is not to be taken lightly, and that joining the Submission Coalition made even more sense than it already did when I decided to join. It also made me realize that being the Greatest Show on Earth wasn't going to get me all of the glory and success I desired. No, it's going to take me being the Nightmare on Vine Street to become what I know I am capable of being; and that's one of the best this business has ever seen. And once again I have Mr. Willis to thank for that.

Showtime begins to walk down to the opposite end of the stage. He holds his hands together and continues rambling on.

SHOWTIME: And with all of this thanks I've been giving to Willis, I feel that I must do something in return to make things even between us. What I must do is deal to Willis the worst loss of his career; and by worst loss, I mean crippling the man and making him tap out. And when I give this loss to Willis, there will be no thanks necessary, because it's the least I can do after what you did for me.

Showtime finally stops near the edge of front right stage.

SHOWTIME: Now when this moment finally arrives Willis, when I make you tap out in front of the entire world, I want you to be ready when it happens, because it'll be the most important moment of your life. You will realize that your win against me was nothing short of a miracle; that you are not as good as you and those idiot fans think you are. And you can definitely thank me for that.

Showtime crouches down and sits on the edge of the stage.

SHOWTIME: And when we finally reach this moment Willis, it will feel like time...

Showtime looks around at the people, and the back to the camera

SHOWTIME: Is standing still...

While staring into the camera, Showtime snaps his fingers and the people begin to move again and mingle to one another. Showtime adjusts himself in his seat, leans forward and begins to scowl at the camera.

SHOWTIME: For the past three years the critics, the fans, and my peers have been referring to me as the actor, slash wrestler. Which is not the truth; my first love is and always has been wrestling. And for a while now, I've been doing what my head said and ignoring they're saying. But by doing that I lost the edge; I lost my intensity. But now I'm listening to what my heart is saying and now I have it all back. It's now my goal to prove to the fans, the critics, and the other chumps in the locker room that I am a wrestler first! And I will make them aware of that by every tap you make on that mat; by every second that goes by where your cries of pain can be heard; and by every boo from every single fan that denies my abilities and questions my passion for the wrestling business.

And you talk about the fans; how I will never have fans that'll cheer for me, and that's because I never wanted or needed the fans to begin with. I don't need these idiots cheering for me to inspire me to be the best. All I need is my passion to be the best in this business to inspire me, because it's worked pretty damn well so far; and I know that it is just me in that ring against the other guy and they're just watching. So you go ahead and continue to humor these people by saying all the things that you need to say to get them in your corner and cheer for you. Tell them that every drop of blood, sweat, and tears is for them, because I will leave you in a pool of your blood, sweat, and tears in the middle of that ring, after I make you tap. And you will be left in the cold silence of your fans' shock and awe after they've seen that their so-called hero...has been taken out.

The lights of the auditorium begin the slowly flicker, telling people that the show is about to begin. They all file into the auditorium and sit down in their seats. Showtime stands back up and looks around at the various lights as they flash on and off. Then he looks back into the camera.

SHOWTIME: Curtain Up.

The lights of the auditorium begin to dim into darkness, except for the spotlights that are focused on Showtime and the stage. The sound of the curtain opening can be heard and seen behind him. Then we pan around Showtime to get a shot of him from behind and the people sitting down. They all stand up and begin to applaud while Showtime takes it all in, and then he takes a bow.

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The Johnsons

Originally Posted by The Johnsons

Tag Team Turmoil

*The scene opens in a nicely furnished room. The Johnson brothers are sitting in chairs across from an interviewer from pwinsider.com. He is a large, mildly obese man in his mid forties.*

Interviewer: Hello Joey and Jeremiah and thanks for allowing me to interview you guys. First question, what got you guys noticed by CWA?

Joey: Well, Jeremiah and I had wanted to be wrestlers since we were little. But, it is hard out there with hundreds of other amateurs with a dream. So, Jeremiah took up freestyle slash folk style wrestling in high school. Got a small scholarship to North Carolina, and was on varsity both years there.

Interviewer: Well, why was he only there for two years?

Jeremiah: I tore my ACL and got cut. But lucky I got offered a contract for the indy promotion AWA. American Wrestling Association. I took Joey with me. He then got offered a contract by AMOA while I was in AWA. I earned a few belts, and was the better guy there. Then CWA offered me a contract, and after I left, AWA went under. They were paying me, and other guys way to much.

Joey: Then, they realized though Jeremiah had decent in ring skills, he couldn’t get a crowd behind him, or against him. That is when I was brought in.

Interviewer: Ok, next question. This it towards you, Joey. You weigh less than 200 pounds, how hard is it going toe to toe with these huge guys, like The Machine?

Joey: Well, it is not easy. In AMOA and AWA everyone was small, but in the big leagues, not so much. I try to use my agility and powerful upper body to stay alive, and wear them down. So, late in the match, I can pick up a W.

Interviewer: How did you get this upper body strength?

Joey: Well, I’m not big into running and walking treadmills, it’s just so boring. I do pull ups and chin ups and stuff like that because to me, it’s more entertaining.

Interviewer: I see. Who do you think is the toughest team you’ll be facing at the PPV is Joey?

Joey: They are all tough, but, I am going to go with Mechanical Thugonamics. They have a lot of experience, and have nearly won the tag titles once against The Future.

Interviewer: And who do you think will be most challenging, Jeremiah?

Jeremiah: I really don’t think any of them will be a problem. My brother and I are two of the best competitors in the world, but, if I have to choose, I have to say Shephard and Grande. Shephard is the only man to defeat me in a singles match. That said, I don’t think he’ll be so lucky this time around.

Interviewer: I have one final question before I must go. Neither of you have commented on being drafted of High Voltage much, what are your opinions on the brand? Is it superior?

Jeremiah: I am glad I got drafted to the number one brand in CWA! Much more competition. As a former amateur wrestler, I love competition! Well, I love destroying the competition. Over in Adrenaline Rush, the only tag is The Future, and they aren’t competition. They are bottom feeders that get away with defending their titles against other bottom feeders. Joey and I are not going to do that. Every week, if management allows, we will defend the belts. That is, after we win this match at the Pay per view and defeat either A-M-O-A or The Future.

Interviewer: And your thoughts, Joey?

Joey: I am so happy we got drafted to Orlando, because, don’t tell Megan this, but she is a hot headed bitch, excuse my French.

Interviewer: Ha I certainly will Joey, and thanks for your time.

Joey: No problamo, can’t wait to read the interview and see where Jeremiah made himself look like an idiot.

*The scene ends as The Brothers exit the room, behind the interviewer from pwinsider.com.*

Rich Stone

Originally Posted by Franchise Tag

The camera opens up outside of the Olympic Stadium in Moscow, Russia, the site of Redemption 2009. The sun is setting over the west side of the building as the day comes to an end. A figure is seen pacing the front of the arena. This figure is pacing back in forth as if he has a vendetta against the place. The camera creeps closer as we see that Rich Stone is the one that is walking in front of the arena. He stops and stares at the entrance of the arena as the memories of one year ago rage through his head. His hands clinch in anger, he bows his head in shame, and takes a deep breath as the looks at the building.

Rich: One Year ago, this was the place where I had my first taste of power. Here, I had my introduction to the main event spotlight. One Year ago I walked through that entrance ready for my first title reign. Or at least I thought I was ready for my first title match. Back then I was hungry, but at the same time so naïve. I thought the world was ready to be mine, and I was way off. I took everything I had for granted, and I thought everything was going to be handed to me. Did I work hard? Sure you can say that. I worked pretty hard to be where I was back then, but obviously it wasn’t enough. That was the day I was deemed a choker by the fans of CWA as well as my peers alike. You know what the definition of choker is: An unfortunate person who is unable to perform effectively because of nervous tension or agitation. It is beyond agitating to hear that on a daily basis. To hear that when I go to the gym, when I go to work, when I go out to eat, when I go to the supermarket, and even when I go home. That word choke is the only word in the English language that actually gets underneath my skin. The main reason is because I am not one. It wasn’t until I came to this company that I actually started losing in big spots. Before I came here I rarely lost in bug spots, and when I say rarely, I am talking about once in a blue moon. Not every single god damned time!

Rich squats down with the CWA world title draped over his left shoulder. He is still not taking his eyes of the entrance of the building.

Rich: Last time I was in this building I was facing off with Ultimate Pain and Roberto. Yet, Roberto never showed up to the match. Some nonsense happened, and he was scared. Mr. Superman himself ducked me in my first main event in CWA. What a poster boy you are Roberto, didn’t want to lose to the new guy in the main event scene so you duck out of the match. But this time Roberto, there will be no escaping me. You set up the match and you will have to live with the consequences of what will happen. The last time we faced off in the main event. I said it was the biggest match of my life by far. What I meant to say was it was the biggest match of my life… so far. As you would know better than anyone in CWA, it is hard to become champion, but it’s even harder to stay champion. How many title reigns have you had again? Oh yeah three. How long did those title reigns last again… one Pay-per-view each. So if anything Roberto, you are the choker. You are the real failure. Sure you have the accolades to prove me wrong, but the fact remains that you have a bit of a problem on holding on to this title. You’ve held the title three times, and you only had a successful defense one time. If you ask me a true champion, is someone who not only win a title, but he can keep it. And this is where our differences end Roberto.

Rich stands back up and once again just stares at the enormous building in front of him. He adjusts his title that was starting to fall of his shoulder. He switches the shoulder that it was on.

Rich: We all know about the difference we have, we can go on forever about it. That’s not the point though that stuff Roberto. The main point I am making is that I will defend my title against you and there is not a thing you can do to stop me. Sure you are going to slow me down a bunch, but you really can’t stop me. Think of it like a rampaging elephant. Once it gets full momentum, how are you possibly going to stop it? Who is going to be dumb enough to actually get its way? You Roberto, are the stupid trainer that will try to get in my way. I told you the world is going to be taken over by the Submission Coalition, and we will destroy anyone that will get in our way. And I am a man of my word Roberto. This match you so desperately wanted will be a showcase of what the Submission Coalition can do. If I remember correctly in our first moments as a group, I smashed a chair over your skull. It was frowned upon by everyone in the world. I can see it now, I can taste it now, we were showered by beverages for minutes. Beer, soda, water, juice, even baby bottles, I was covered in it. And to be honest, I haven’t had prouder moment in my career than that. The fact that I was standing over you in a bloody mess, with my newly won CWA title high in the air, and wearing the Submission Coalition shirt with my boys, was moment that will never forget. In that moment though, the part that makes it stand out is me standing over you. You were looking through a crimson mask at me and Victoria standing over you holding on to the title.

Rich starts pacing back and forth in front of the arena. He grasp the title on his right shoulder tighter, making sure it never falls off his shoulder.

Rich: How ironic is this all come full circle in one year. One Year ago, everyone was writing me off saying that I didn’t belong in this match. They all said that I didn’t deserve to be in this match because you and Ultimate Pain were so much better than me. Yet, it is crazy how one year changes everything. One year ago I was the desperate one that wanted the title, I was the one that was the underdog by a long shot. Look how everything changed. Roberto you are now the underdog in the match. You are the person that people are writing off, you are the person that people think don’t have chance. How right they are, it’s incredible, improbable even. I mean how often people are this right about something they have no control over. You really are helpless this time Roberto. You may think in your head that you have me beat, but we all know how far off the truth that is. And when I say all of us, I am including you in it. I can see the doubt in your eyes Roberto. Every time you think you have me beat, I just find a way to mess everything up for you. Every single time Roberto, it has to be getting to you. Think about it. The night you announced our rematch, was the night that will live in infamy forever in the hearts and memories of CWA fans. Then in the tag match where you need Mr. Willis to hold me to pin me, the very next week I screw up your warm up match, and beat you up again. See Roberto, no matter what you do… you can’t beat me, you just can’t do it. I am just plain and simply better than you. I may not always have been, but from now on, I will be. I'm in your head, I am in your nightmares, and I will ruin your career, one tap at a time. I’ve done a lot to be where I am now. I’ve been through almost everything you can imagine. My life is almost a cliché; it should be a movie if you ask me. I will be damned though Roberto if you stop my story before it gets good.

Rich starts to take a walk around the arena instead of just pacing it. As he walks he kicks any rock that is in his way just because he can.

Rich: Like I said before last encounter, San Diego is my city. And the site of our battle is in my backyard. Regardless of that fact, I'm sure you will be the fan favorite as you always are. Does it pain me that my people are going to be booing me out of the building as I squeeze the life out of you, sure it will burn inside. I know that deep down though they all love me. They are all going to love the fact that someone won for them. I will have given them something to cheer for, and it going to make them feel better, that someone from LA got embarrassed by a San Diego man. Roberto this chamber of carnage you are putting me in was just a bad idea in so many ways. In so many ways you will be humiliated and embarrassed. Everyone is witnesses to what I can do with a weapon when they are frowned upon. Now imagine what will happen when they are encouraged. To be honest, when I first heard about this match, I was angry to say the least. I didn’t want my firs defense to be in a chamber of carnage, but the more I thought about it the more pumped I was. What better to shut Roberto up, and then lock me and him in a cage? I couldn’t have thought of a better way. Last time we faced for this title Roberto, it was personal I just wanted to be the best to prove to myself that I really was the best. This time however, it will be a mix of business and pleasure. That is because I have nothing left to prove that I haven’t already. I have no personal vendetta against you anymore, if anything you should hate me. But I digress, keeping my title is just business. The pleasure though is going to be putting you through hell and back for however long I need to keep you down. They say you should mix business with pleasure, but when you are as good as me, no one can tell you what to do. Este es mi mundo! This is my world you’re all just lucky enough to live in it.

Rich smiles and stops walking he extends his arms out all the way and looks up in the sky as it starts to rain. Rich looks back at the camera and starts a maniacal laugh. The camera starts to fuzz out as the rain is messing up the camera. The camera eventually fades out ending the scene.

Kyle Crosby

Originally Posted by BenWah

We cut to a shot of Orlando Maxwell with microphone in hand, walking down a backstage hallway. He looks a little nervous but ultimately is excited.



Orlando Maxwell: Greetings CWA fans, and welcome to the day of Redemption! I'm sure you've all been caught up in the hype of everything that is going on, and is planned to transpire, but tonight is a very huge night for us...to say the least!

Orlando finally walks up to a specific dressing room, where the emblem on the front of the door is instantly recognizable. A huge red cobra with a Canadian maple leaf on the inside. He eagerly knocks on the door a few times. After a few moments, the word "ENTER!" booms from the other side. Orlando opens the door and slowly steps inside. What was once a normal locker room has been modified and outfitted to look almost like a war room or barracks of some sort. However the room is eluminated by a dark red light from the far corner, so It's hard to make out a lot of the surroundings. As he walks, he can see a dark masked figure standing behind a table at the the ready. The man is wearing an all black outfit that has the emblem on the chest. He then slowly extends a gloved hand outward motioning towards a chair that has been carefully placed in front of the table.


Masked figure: Please, by all means Orlando Maxwell. Join me, have a seat...can I get you anything?

Orlando is slightly afraid and confused, he swallows a bit then bravely responds.


Orlando: No, no thank you. Mister?

The figure laughs quietly to himself for a brief second then abruptly stops.


Masked figure: Please Mr. Maxwell, don't insult my intelligence. You know exactly who I am, and I would hope you realize what you may have potentially gotten yourself into.

Orlando's eyes dart around the room nervously, scanning for any signs of a possible threat. But even with his eyes adjusting, It's still too dark to see anything clearly.


Orlando: What, what are you talking about?

Masked figure: No more questions at this time.

Behind the masked man are detailed reports and information on a bulletin board, almost resembling a "battle plan" if you will. The man reaches into a file cabinet and pulls out three dossiers, which he then carefully places on the table. He casually motions for Orlando to pick one up. He does so, and inside the first dossier is various pictures as well as detailed information on Cj Franchise.


Orlando: What exactly is the meaning of all of this, what is the purpose?

Masked man: I've learned many valuable lessons throughout my life Mr. Maxwell. Many of which came with a hefty price. Regardless of the trials I have been through, one rule has always been essential.

Orlando pages through the file some more, then sets it down, still opened up.


Orlando: Oh yeah, and what is that?

The man does not speak at first, for he just stares at Orlando to the point where It's as if a chill sweeps through the room.


Masked man: Know your enemy Mr. Maxwell, and know him well. It did not start with Cj Franchise, but he will soon be a crucial factor in the end of two others. Cj and I actually have a few things in common whether you choose to believe that or not. However, where his strengths end, his weakness also begins. He is a wealthy man, young, talented in various ways, and very cocky...too cocky for his own good.

Orlando: Well, to be honest not a lot of people like him.

Masked man: Yes, this a crucial element that fuels the fire to his weakness. He has every right to be cocky, given his talent and ability. But without the proper thought and control, this is just one of many tools that can be used to bring him down. Ultimately, he boasts about living a straight edge lifestyle, and that anyone who doesn't adhere to that is a parasite. There's another similarity. I can see the sense in keeping a healthy mind and body, but his number one priority isn't himself. It's the exact same parasites who he denounces. If he didn't care and didn't focus on everyone else so much, he might actually be a champion right now. So at the end of the day he poses no real threat to me, and he will simply be another instrument of destruction used by me. Then when he is done and has served his purpose, he will be discarded. Collateral damage if you will.

Orlando picks up one of the other files and starts to connect the dots in his head. He opens the dossier to see the same high level in-tel, but on Ralph McCoy. The man seems pleased and rubs his hands together.


Masked man: I'm glad you have selected that file next, for he is the next step to the process. Whatever I have said about Cj Franchise, Ralph McCoy is the opposite. Don't worry though, I haven't underestimated him in the least bit. This man is nothing but a shell, and in more ways than one. Sure he can put up a fight in a match or two once in a while. But what little talent he actually has, he lacks everything else required to truly be great. Instead of taking things seriously, or focusing on systematically taking out each opponent. He just focuses on the little nothings in his meaningless life. Using cutesy catch phrases, stupid jokes, and carnival antics to amuse his brain washed fans. He really has no motivation or true driving force to win or even consider being a champion. This will burn through his little clown mask he wears, and cost him more than a match. I hope he plans on having his horse to drag away his pathetic carcass.

Orlando frowns, the color leaving his face as he now looks solemn and grim.


Masked man: What's the matter Mr. Maxwell? Clearly you of all people should have known this day would come.

Orlando: I don't know who you think you are, or what you plan on doing. But everything that you have said just sounds completely absurd!

The man points to the last dossier sitting next to him on the table.


Masked man: Is it absurd Mr. Maxwell? I highly doubt that I even need to remind you who's detailed in that file.

Orlando: Steve Ryan!

Masked man: Yes, the final piece to this intricate little puzzle we have here.

Orlando can't see the mans face, but there is a certain satisfaction in his voice. As if he's getting a sick thrill out of this whole experience. Orlando can only picture the perverted smile on his face.


Orlando: Whatever you think you have planned, there's no way It's going to work.

The man abruptly and viciously slams his fist down on the table, catching Orlando off guard and causing him to jump out of his seat.


Masked man: IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL WORK. You just wait and see, Mr. Maxwell. When you let me into this company, there was no way you could predict the rage that you were going to unleash on Its employees. In a sense, you were the one who opened the flood gates. The single person responsible for poisoning the water. You were the one to let the snake out, knowing more so than others just how deadly it was. Now Steve Ryan will suffer for what you have brought upon him. Just like McCoy and just like you, he probably hasn't even had two thoughts about me. You're all fools. All of you. You think you would learn from your mistakes at this point, but you all continue to write me off and underestimate me.

Out of nowhere the man takes off his hooded mask, revealing the sharp features and devious grin of Kyle Crosby.


Orlando: Did you actually think that you had me confused? Of course I knew it was you. Who else would it be, the "Cobra Commander"?

Kyle flips the table sending it crashing across the room.


Kyle Crosby: YOU JUST DON'T GET IT! There's nothing you can do now! Destiny has a sick way of of fulfilling itself sometimes, and fate is only that of which you make it. I don't believe in luck, because I make my own luck. Some might say that I'm outnumbered going into my match against three other opponents. But no one knows what I know, they can't see what I see with these eyes! Everything that has happened has lead us to this day and this moment. It doesn't matter how Steve Ryan plays his cards, he already has a losing hand. He's going down with the ship whether he chooses to or not! Go out there and stand at ringside with all those clueless fans Orlando. Franchise, McCoy, and Ryan will all recognize the truth, and see just how good I actually am...and what better truth serum then an overdose of that Canadian Venom! August eleventh is the day of my Redemption, and this is the day, THAT THE CANADIAN COBRA-WILL RISE!

Kyle is out of breath from yelling at Orlando, he breaths heavily as he stands there looking possessed.


Crosby: Get him out of my sight.

Orlando Maxwell is caught off guard as two masked figures appear out of nowhere and escort him out of the room.

Clint Shepard

Originally Posted by Jimmy King

The scene opens up in the streets of Kansas City where we see people walking along with sidewalk, the townsfolk are just going about their business, it's another quiet day in Kansas. All of the sudden a car pulls up to the curb, it's a Toyota Corolla and the door of the car opens up to reveal the driver as Clint Shepard, he reaches into the backseat for something. He finally finds what he is looking for, a microphone and a little stereo, he opens up the trunk and pulls a mini table that he sets the stereo on, some of the townsfolk have stopped to see what is going as Clint finally finishes setting up.

How is everyone doing on this fine day? Most of you probably don't know who I am, and are probably wondering just what in the heck I am doing here. Well what I have here in this stereo in a CD that I'd to play for everyone, then I'd like to get your opinion on it.

Clint plays the CD and it just so happens to be one of Eddie Von Gunner's solo CDs, the townsfolk do not seem to be enjoying what they are hearing, children in the crowd are covering their ears. Clint turns the music off, which gets a loud applause from the group of people

What you just heard was Eddie Von Gunner, he was the lead singer of The Machine Gunns, ever heard of them?

Dead silence from the crowd, Clint chuckles a bit

I'll take that as a no,now I'd like to hear your opinion on what you just heard. Maam, what did you think of it?

Clint goes up to the woman and puts the microphone up so she can speak

Woman: Awful, just awful.

And what about you sir?

He brings the mic up to older looking gentlemen

Man: Are you it was a man singing that song? Because to me it sounded like a woman, what with the way he screamed and all.

I assure you that was a man , and what about you young lady?

He kneels down to bring the mic down to a little girl, who happens to be wearing a Hannah Montana t-shirt

Little girl: It made my ears hurt, Hannah Montana is a way better singer than him.

That gets a chuckle out of Clint as he gets back up, he now looks into the camera

You hear that Eddie? Hannah Montana is a better singer than you. When it's all said and done you're going to wish you had stuck with your singing career, for the first time tonight you'll be famous for something. Wanna know what that is? Getting beaten by me. You're going to learn a valuable lesson, and that lesson is why they call me The Icon

The crowd begins to file away as Clint cleans up his set, puts it all in his car and drives off as the scene ends

Peter Jacobs

Originally Posted by A originalname

(We open in what looked like the basement of the cwa arena the room is dimly lit by a single light bulb the only thing in the room is a wooden chair Peter Jacobs entered the room and sits on the chair. As always he is wearing his trademark ferdora hat and jacket and is shuffling his deck of cards. The camara focused on him

Jacobs: Tonight begin my long climb back to the top of the mountain of wresling it is gonna be a long hard road but it is all in the cards sometimes you get good hands and sometimes you get what looks like bad cards but there are NEVER any bad hands it all in the way play them.

(The Gambler stands up and starts to pace the room)

Jacobs: Now on to David Walker David David David.... How can I describe David Walker..? David

(He thinks about it for a secord)
is a stuttering fool. An imbecile he has no Charisma what so ever.Why he has the will to live I'm not quite sure cause if I was him I would dread every single day of my life. You see David Walker is what we call in my line of work a "Bluffer" you call yourself a hardcore ladies man and whether or not we like you or not the girls throw themselves at you feet
(He looked at the camara with a evil grin on his face)
But we both know the truth don't we David? I make it my business to know when someone is lying and you boy are no ladies man. On the outside you pretend to be you are the most confident person in the world but on the outside you are full of self-loathing I know I been there before. You pretend to have all the cards when you have nothing but the most important rule of cards is it not what cards you have it what cards you don't have.

(Suddenly a door opened a man in a plan white shirt and a baseball cap with a plastic bag)

Man: Peter Jacobs?

Jacobs: Thats me

Man: I got the stuff you wanted

Jacobs: Aw good just in time you gonna be very helpful in my win tonight

Man:Um yeah sure mate can we hurry this along? only I have things to do and...

Jacobsick a card

Man: What?

Jacobs Pick a card I'm going to show you a card trick and at the same time make a point.

Man: Fine whatever lets just get this over with (Grabs one card for jacobs hand)

(The Gambler starts to shuffle the rest of the cards and turns back to the camara)

Jacobs: You see David every card has a meaning. Hearts are for emotion Spades are for intellect, Diamonds show wealth and clubs is to show power or for hitting with. So my question to you is what card are you? Well we will find out soon (He turns to the man) I wonder what card describe you? Lets go

(The man look confuses for a secord but he fellowed Jacobs anyway.They walk up stairs towards the locker rooms where they both stop at David walker room the man picks the lock and opened the door the Gambler smiles)

Jacobs: Good job now lets see the stuff

(The man pulled out of the bag pictures of David Walker and a small plastic bin)

Man: Now I got your stuff can I get paid now?

Jacobs: Of course you can you have been very helpful but I can take it from here. Oh and by the way (He reached into his pocket and pulled out the three of clubs) was this your card?

(The man looked confused again and he take out his card)
Man: No it was the ace of spades

(Jacobs smile again)
Jacobs: Intellect

(He quickly pulled out a metal pipe out of his jacket and hits the man across the head and knock him out with the ace of spades still in the man's hand. Jacobs goes into the room he sets the bin in the centre of the floor and puts the pictures into it)

Jacobs: You see David I have bigger plans for CWA and the talent but before I can get on to that I have to deal with an simpleton like you. what is funny to me is that I don't think you take me seriously.Well that about the charge cause beyone that cocky smile of your I know there is fear somewhere and what better way to bring it out than with a little intimidation you see that guy? He had the same intellect as you and look how easy I beat him that what gonna get tonight boy!

(He walked over to the bag and bring out a carton gasoline and spays into the bin he then pulled a match out of his pocket lights it and hold it over the bin)

Jacobs: David Walker prepare for you career to go up in flames

(He drops the match into the bin and i results in a small fire in the bin burning all of the picture of Walker)

Jacobs: I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see this! See you in the ring "Ladies man"

( With that he walked off laughing to himself the camara focuses on the flames as we fade to black)