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    Fight Night 01/24/14 Promo Thread (Due Today)

    Promos will be due Wednesday, January 22 at midnight pacific time, which is Thursday, January 23 at 3 a.m. eastern time zone and 8 a.m. British time zone. Post the promos at any time from now until that deadline. No extensions.

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    Re: Fight Night 01/24/14 promo thread

    BIRD Imperial Industries, Morning Of

    As I talk to Mr. King on my phone, I get onto the elevator and head down to the R&D Floor to get with Amber and River about my Glass Shards Match against Sokolov tonight.

    Vincent: Mr. King, I want in on the big match involving the X-Division Championship. Yeah, I know that he calls it the “Emerald Championship”, but as far as I am concerned, that ugly ass belt is only temporary and when I win it at Aces High, I plan on bringing back the original and classic X-Division Championship. I understand that it will be a Fatal 4-Way Match and I know that they will be part of it. Just let me be the one to inform the so called “Emerald Champion” about who else will be a part of the Fatal 4-Way Match at Aces High as I know that they'll be in for a surprising awakening.

    The elevator stops on the R&D Floor, and I step off of the elevator after the door opens. As I approach the table that Amber and River are at, I see several employees testing out various weapons that will be at my disposal against specially made dummies while others are throwing similar dummies into panes of glass that will be in the ring against me.

    Amber: Y... you mean, that is what we can expect to happen when Vinny faces off against Sokolov in the Glass Shards Match later tonight?

    River: Yes

    I stand behind them puzzled when Amber notices me and gives me a big hug not letting go.

    Amber: Please don't take part in the Glass Shards Match tonight baby.

    River: Sorry boss, I showed her video of the Glass Shards Match between Masada and Jun Kasai during Finals of FREEDOMS “Pain Limit Death Match Tournament” 2012.

    Vincent: Ah ok, don't worry Amber, I knew what I was going to be getting into when I agreed to take part in Sokolov's challenge. Anyways, I see you guys are trying out the various stuff that will be in my match tonight. Tell me about them.

    Amber stays at my side close to me and holding my hand as River takes me through each of the various stuff that will be in the match.

    River: Ok, in several of the corners, there will be several panes of glass that will shatter into over a billion pieces upon impact. So, while it will cause either you are to bleed, the pieces won't be big enough to cause extreme blood loss or worse.

    Vincent: Ok, makes sense, the FWA let alone the CWA wouldn't want to be liable to that king of lawsuit. What else will there be?

    Amber: Well, if that video is anything to go by, there will be a plywood with several gusset plates attached to it. They too are meant to cause the intended target to bleed, but not too badly. There may not be a ring mat, only the wood underneath and a canvas down around the ring to help contain the glass shards.

    Vincent: Perfect, cause I may decide to send Sokolov straight to hell through a pane glass.

    River: Tables will also be fair game, as will chairs. You can only win by pinning or making Sokolov submit.

    Vincent: That won't be a problem. River, I want you to have a mic with you while you are at ringside with me and Amber, I don't want you out ringside with me.

    River: Why?
    Amber: What?

    Vincent: Because I'll have an announcement to make that will affect Drew and the lives of two others and because I don't want to have to worry about you getting injured by the glass shards or any of the other objects that will be in and around the ring.

    River: Yes boss.

    Amber: I can take care of myself Vinny, you won't have to worry about me. Plus, if god forbid you get injured and River ends up needing to help you to the back, just how do you suppose you'll be able to get the mic from River if he is helping you stay up baby?

    I see the serious look in my beloved's face, so I relent

    Vincent: Very well my love. River, I want you to watch over Amber, make sure nothing happens to her during my match tonight.

    River: Yes boss.

    Amber: But I can take care of myself Vinny!

    Vincent: I know that you can, just consider River, extra protection from say Jethro Warren, or any of Sokolov's goons.

    Amber: Fine.

    Amber and River watch as I get first hand feel at using the various items that will be at my disposal tonight along with getting the feel of what it will be like getting hit by the items which cause Amber to turn around so she doesn't have to see me take hit after hit from the various items leaving scratches and bloody scars on my already scarred back, shoulders, chest. I even take a few blows to the head from my workers all of whom are using the various items against me.

    [I WIN]


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    Re: Fight Night 01/24/14 promo thread

    Simple elegance. Warm bliss. Beautiful happiness. This is the rewards of ambition, drive and determination. Euphoric bliss dances through the scene before us in every sense. It is in the sounds of a child’s merrymaking, in the sight of a beautiful Goddess, in the scent of a few dozen roses, in the taste of a cake slowly baking in an unseen oven, and the way the entire image touches our hearts. This could be heaven, this could be paradise, a tranquil, peaceful serenity only disturbed by the sounds of happiness.

    Within the expansive walls of Gabrielle Montgomery’s mansion, one certain room takes pride of place. She has only been separated from Chris Kennedy for a couple of months but already her new home and this room in particular holds so many amazing memories. Despite her reputation though it is not the bedroom, it is instead the expansive main living room. A place where Gabrielle has already spent much of her time, in particular with her daughter; Carmella. And all the while they are surrounded by various paintings, framed Championships, trophies and even a pair of portraits; one of Gabrielle in her first wedding dress smiling happily hand in hand with a tuxedo clad Jennifer Ignito, the second is of Gabrielle on her second wedding day held in the arms of Christopher Kennedy. Memories of the people she once loved the most. Taking pride of place above the fireplace is her most coveted item; the Chris Stallings Memorial Trophy, awarded to her during her brief retirement. A gold plaque in honour of the greatest man in FWA history, it fills Gabrielle with pride and sorrow every time she gazes upon it. That faint glimmer of sadness dances in her bright brown eyes, but her gaze has not fallen upon that trophy for a while. Her full attention is upon the most valuable, most precious being in the house; her darling two year old daughter, the apple of her eye Carmella. The littlest Princess is happily drawing crayon pictures of her mommy, a focused and adorable smile upon her face as she does. Gabrielle beams with pride, this is what inspires her more than anything else in her life. Her daughter whom looks up to Gabrielle the same way that she once looked up to her own childhood heroes. The CWA camera crew stay quiet, respectful enough to leave this moment untouched for now. Just letting this scene of mother dressed in pink short shorts and a silver baby tee and daughter wearing a little pink ballerina outfit. It feels rude to stare at The Caramel Goddess, to gaze lustfully upon those curves, but her casual yet revealing clothing does very little to hide her sumptuous caramel curves. She is a beauty in every sense of the word, a firm, toned, voluptuous body, that mouth-watering skin tone, long flowing brown locks of hair, full soft lips…and those passionate brown eyes…where that sadness seems to grow and betrays her smile.

    Gabrielle: When I was a little girl I dreamed about being World Champion. My parents still have so many photos and home movies of me running around with the toy Championship belt they bought me for my fourth birthday. I fantasized about being just like my hero; Kerry Kennedy. It wasn’t the women of the time that inspired me and motivated me, it was Kerry Kennedy. Watching him proudly show off a World Championship through several reigns in the WWF and NWA, I wanted to experience that, I wanted to achieve that. So I celebrated every Kerry victory as if it was my own…I lived vicariously through his success. Right up until the point where my dream became a reality.

    Gabrielle smiles, not arrogantly, not sensuously, not playfully, just happily, and blissfully. She smiles at the memory of when her childhood dream came true.

    Gabrielle: I experienced that moment I had imagined all my life…I actually got to achieve it and if I’m being honest I never thought I would. I love this business but it is not one that celebrates the strength of women. The opportunities I have been given in the FWA, the opportunities that every woman has been given in the FWA are rare. I have trained with and met so many other women who’ve never come close to getting the respect that even Wanda Wells gets as a female wrestler in the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. That’s why I am so committed to this company, this is why I fight so hard against the CWA.

    They can knock me down time after time, I endured Ryan Hall hitting me with a sledgehammer every week for a month…and am still here. Even when I’m on the losing side of things I wont back down. The FWA is my home, it has let me accomplish things far beyond my wildest dreams, and it is the only place where I could have done so.

    In the WWE I would be a ‘Diva’ used on a reality TV show and get a yearly shot at a Divas Title. In TNA I would be a ‘Knockout’ and only get to compete a few times a year, if I’m lucky I would get a Knockouts Title shot every two years. In ROH I would be working for nothing in bingo halls with no goal in sight. In the CWA…I would be relegated to just being a manager, they don’t even have a Women’s division to begin with.

    She looks almost…sad as she shakes her head disappointedly.

    Gabrielle: But in the FWA I have been given opportunities, I have been given support, I have been allowed to succeed. It’s easy for Ryan Hall, PAJ and Ryan Rondo to turn their backs on this company. It’s easy for them to jump ship and go elsewhere. Even my friends, my allies, all those closest to me can move on and find success elsewhere. Ashley would go from being the most decorated wrestler in the history of the FWA…to being the most decorated wrestler of wherever he ended up. Adrian will always find success at the highest level, Devin will always have people buying his masks and cheering him on.

    Me though…I would go from being the second longest reigning FWA World Champion ever…to being a woman trapped under the glass ceiling. People like Ryan Hall, PAJ, Ryan Rondo…they disgust me, they’ve enjoyed so much success here but are so desperate for more that they turn their back on this company. They sell themselves out for the promise of success, but you can’t guarantee that, Jimmy King especially can’t guarantee that while people like me are still standing. This company has given them so much and yet they are so quick to throw it all away, so quick to disregard this most unique and accepting of wrestling companies.

    So anyone who wants to know why I’m fighting so hard for a company that I have in the past tried to take over, that is why. This is why I will always oppose Jimmy Kings idea for the FWA and his mindless henchmen’s attacks. This is why I find so much enjoyment in watching Whyte Thunder make them all look foolish every week. This is why I can guarantee that I will further rain on their parade this week. I am not just some wrestler out there doing my job, I am fighting for what I believe in and I am fighting for a great memory.

    Gabrielle wipes a single tear from her eye and then smiles warmly, vibrantly, beautifully as she admires the gold plaque above her fireplace. Little Carmella even takes a break from her latest masterpiece to follow her mothers gaze and smile adorably at ‘Uncle Chris’s trophy’.

    Gabrielle: Years ago a very dear friend of mine put his faith in me, when very few outside of my family did. Christopher Stallings told me I would achieve my dreams, and I did. He was one of the first there to congratulate me and I haven’t forgotten that. He put his heart and soul into the FWA, nobody gets to destroy that. Nobody gets to undo all the greatness of the last eight years, in which the FWA rose from nothingness, almost fell but then became the premier wrestling company in the world.

    This week is to be a showcase of all the good things in the FWA triumphing against all the evil.

    The consummate hero Devin Golden, the wise animal Adrian Wolf, the life loving Shane McLean…and myself. There aren’t many wiser than this heroic assortment and opposing us is Jimmy Kings puppet troupe…and Thomas Princeton.

    The Caramel Coated Woman rolls her eyes and then takes a moment to admire her daughter’s artwork with a loving smile.

    Gabrielle: Ryan Hall, Ryan Rondo and PAJ…I’m still not sure what kind of name that is exactly. Three men who think selling themselves out will amount to some form of greatness. But you three aren’t fighting for some noble ideal, it is only personal greed that drives you and Ryan Hall always was the greediest person I know. It is all at once satisfying and yet disappointing knowing that in the end it will likely be Ryan Hall who brings about the end of this foolishness. There will come a time where he gets bored of having to carry others, bored of not getting all the spotlight he thinks he deserves.

    Until that moment though, while Jimmy King has his boy’s happily playing house together I of course will enjoy knocking their little house of cards down every week. Embarrassing them and making them realise that siding with someone who is just out to use them is never a good idea. Jimmy King thinks he can turn the FWA into a developmental company for the CWA, but that will never happen. Even if he had of chosen three people good enough to actually do so, the FWA can’t be shunned and mocked so easily.

    Especially with this ragtag group. Ryan Hall has a career and a legacy that looks great when you ignore all his failures. If you ignore year after year when he would return to the FWA, as a broken man desperate for his pay check before disappearing again with that money in his pocket. PAJ and Ryan Rondo by their own admission are failures and underachievers. This is after all why they claim to have sided with Jimmy King, sick and tired of being ignored they sought out to try and do something more.

    But has it ever occurred to either of you that maybe you are just not that good?

    She smiles smugly and shrugs her shoulders playfully, little Carmella copying her mother as well.

    Gabrielle: My former job as General Manager of Fight Night gave me a very unique look at this business. One of the things I realised is the sheer number of people just like you two out there. So many resume’s came across my desk of young, confident men who though they were special but in reality only had the talent to go so far and then no further. But even still you two talk about being held back…you have no idea what those words really mean. PAJ is a two time North American Champion, Ryan Rondo has held just about every Championship in this company.

    Impressive…yes, in its own way.

    Ignored and forgotten though…no.

    People like Ryan Rondo and PAJ talk about being held down, about being ignored and forgotten. But they don’t truly know what that is. They talk about it, but all I’ve ever heard is how I’m a woman competing in a mans world. Even now, even after I’ve held the FWA Tag Team Championship three times, been World Champion for ten months, headlined Back In Business, and won a Mile High match just to name a few of my accomplishments. Still so many people look at me as just being a woman, still so many think that I don’t deserve all the things I have accomplished.

    The Ryan Rondo and PAJs of the world can prove the world wrong and everyone accepts it, if they achieve true greatness no one will doubt them. I meanwhile am the second longest reigning FWA World Champion of all time and yet I still have to work twice as hard as everyone else to prove that I am one of the greatest wrestlers in the world. I have fought in and won cage matches, I have competed in and been burned in Trial By Fire matches. I moved across the world chasing my dream only to have people like PAJ talk to me as if I was just some eye candy nobody…

    That lingering sadness in her eyes grows brighter, or darker.

    Gabrielle: That is what being held down and ignored truly is. Despite all my accomplishments people like you still feel you can talk down to me like that.

    Carmella attempts to cheer her mother up by revealing her latest masterpiece; a picture of mommy in the ring, holding a shiny gold Championship belt above her head. It brings a tear of happiness to Gabrielle’s eyes, even more so as Mella clambers up onto the couch beside her mother for a hug.

    Gabrielle: I’m not going to forget any of that, it drives me and motivates me. I’m showing my daughter that no matter who tries to hold you down, you can always rise above them and Jimmy King’s lapdogs are no different. In the FWA’s golden age I rose to the top, nobody can change that reality, nobody can stop me from repeating my success again. Ryan Hall thought he was done with me at Trial By Fire, he thought it would be that easy. But it just simply isn’t. I cut short any celebrations when you three lost to myself, Wolf and Ashley a few weeks ago, and I’ve watched as Ryan Hall has been laid out week after week by Devin Golden wearing his underwear on the outside.

    Now is a great time to be fighting for the FWA…and a bad time to be in Thomas Princeton’s shoes.

    Carmella: Haha Pinceton!

    Gabrielle: Haha indeed…here you are Thomas after committing the sin of turning on a man you briefly called a friend. That one simple act has put you in this match, put you in the crosshairs and saddled you with the likes of Jimmy Kings three stooges. Its unfortunate really, you haven’t taken sides, you haven’t been trying to destroy the FWA, all you have done is look out for yourself…

    But at a time like this that could actually be even worse.

    You’re just standing by and ignoring the threat to the FWA’s very survival, you only care about yourself and what you can achieve. You used to be better than that Thomas, but that was a while ago now wasn’t it. That was back in the days when you had bigger aspirations and were surrounded by success. I knew you well back then Thomas, sure you were always greedy and that fact will help you fit in with Ryan Hall but at least you followed up on your promises. It’s been so long now since you’ve been relevant in any way Tom. So it’s not surprising to see you lost at sea in this war, without a side to fight for but unintentionally caught up in it anyway.

    In this fight in particular you are a man without a mission, Jimmy Kings hapless trio think they are fighting for something, Devin, Adrian, Shane and myself all know we are fighting for something noble. You though are simply fighting for personal success. At your best you have struggled, now as this version of Thomas Princeton forced into a war of which you cant pick a side, you really have no chance.

    Gabrielle’s smirks smugly for a moment, an action that’s mimicked by little Mella.

    Gabrielle: Devin Golden is an inspiration to many, even me. He’s doing what I have been unable to do, he’s making a mockery of Jimmy King. He’s destroying the hopes of that foolish regimen and making it look easy, I admire him for that, I respect him for being able to do so. Adrian Wolf…our history is well known, he almost took my Carmella away from me before she was born…

    Silence for several moments, the severity of the situation goes over Carmella’s head as she stares up in awe at her mummy.

    Gabrielle: That is the past though…since then Adrian has shown that he can be a stand up person. He knows what the good fight is, he understands right from wrong even if that line becomes muddied in his mind. Wolf is still fighting for the FWA though, defending the FWA and standing beside me in this war. Shane McLean…may not have dedicated his career in this day and age to stopping the damage that is being brought upon the FWA legacy. But he still knows what’s right, he will still fight for this company and getting his hands on Thomas Princeton after last week is his reward.

    This is the group that I stand amongst; The Goddess, The Ace, The Beast, and The Superhero.

    And all that opposes us is a misguided few who think that their version of reality is a sad one for them. Ryan Hall who couldn’t hack it as a Mixed Martial Artist…but has become a World Champion multiple times in the FWA. This place has been very good to Ryan despite him being anything but. You always were focused entirely upon yourself, but only ever what you deem to be the good things. I know you well though Ryan, you are so flawed.

    PAJ who was a World Champion elsewhere but cant achieve that same level of success here. This is not because the FWA holds you back, it is because the FWA is a bigger and better place than anywhere else. Not everyone can be a World Champion in the FWA. It took me my entire life to achieve that goal.

    Then there’s Ryan Rondo…a man who has held so many Championship but still wants to cry poor. When I came to the FWA there wasn’t a single Championship that I could conceivably win as a woman. I worked harder than anyone else ever has to show that I could win any Championship. You Ryan after having to go back to the X Championship over and over again think that you are suddenly deserving of more but not willing to work towards it.

    I will never stop fighting, but I am sick of this war. I am bored of you fools thinking that you have it so bad. I came to the FWA with nothing, not even any prospect for success in sight but I never gave up and I focused on achieving my dreams. I didn’t sit back and complain, then try and destroy the FWA. I trained, I sweat, I bled for my dreams…now I will do all those things for this company. Quitters like you three and no-hopers like Princeton can’t stand up to that, you will all fall, and Jimmy King will give up on his idiotic goal. If it doesn't happen this week, it will come soon enough after I win Carnal Contendership.

    Face reality boys…

    She smirks once more and then hugs her daughter tightly as she fades to black.


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    Re: Fight Night 01/24/14 Promo Threat (Due Today)

    Signs // The Weakest Link

    Ryan Rondo is sporting a new look. He sits in a camping deck chair on a plush green hill wearing cargo pants, boots and a dark leather jacket. Overall, he is wearing dark clothing. But that’s not new about his look, his head is noticeably missing all of its hair. It’s all shaven. Behind him on the hill lies a pile of unknown things. Nothing else is of particular interest on this hill, it could be any hill in the world in all honesty. It’s green, has lots of grass and that’s just about it aside from the random placement of some trees. Rondo sits in the deckchair looking dead ahead, his blue eyes trying to pierce whatever he is looking at. He has a gasoline bottle lying next to his chair, seemingly empty whilst a beer bottle sits in his chair’s bottle holder.


    You know, for a long time, I used to cherish the fans. I used to cherish every positive thing they said about me. Tweets, signs, letters, you name it, I loved it. Now? I don’t see much. Why? Because I decided to think for myself for once? Sycophants. The time has come for me to signify just how serious I am about everything. Wolf saw it last week, I didn’t win but he knew something changed. Shane McLean and Thomas Princeton somehow seem to think this triple threat deal is all about them and I’m just there as the champion, wrong. I’m bigger and better than the both of them now. Princeton’s my first loss… but at the time, he was actually considered to be something. Now? He’s a joke, obviously trying to find openings to weasel his way in. Fact is, he doesn’t deserve to lace my boots never mind be on my team… but that is life; it’s a crock of shit sometimes. See, I can accept that I’m having to deal with a bad hand at the minute but the fans can’t, they can’t accept what I’ve done. It’s a compliment yet a fucking insult to my integrity. Try being in my position. Just try to picture it. What would you have done? Bend over for Shane McLean of all people? The guy’s been back for what? Less than a year? He’s almost got as much as a say as Divine in this godforsaken shitstain of a company! I’m the person that everyone knows is the ‘one’ to take that next big step, the next breakthrough star… people won’t admit it but Ryan Rondo is going to be even more of a household name in the coming months. It started at Trial By Fire and it will continue at Ace’s High… but firstly, there’s a fight night that I’ve got to deal with.

    Rondo stops talking and picks up his beer, he takes a quick swig and then sets it back down. His eyes don’t shift focus whatsoever, they stay fixed. As does his head placement and just about everything else as he places the bottle back down.

    The King’s men and a certain FWA deadbeat take on a team of hypocrites and some guy i’m going to beat into a bloody mess at Ace’s High. Who do I begin with first? Let’s see, oh why not, Shane McLean! What is there to say? You can’t wrestle… and your intelligence… well let’s just say that it’s either on par with your wrestling ability or it is below par. Your choice. You hide behind your jokes and your funny quips because that’s all you have. You’ve beaten Mac Michaud and PAJ, well done, i did that a long time ago! You’ve won a belt. Well done. I took that from you, though. Unlucky. What else have you done? I don’t know. The pinnacle of your FWA career so far is being ‘betrayed’ by me. How demoralising. I’ll tell you what the pinnacle of my career… infact, why don’t I just refresh you about many things, McLean. I’ve beaten you, I’ve beaten Wolf, I’ve beaten Golden, I’ve beaten APAB, I’ve beaten Princeton… I’ve got something on just about everyone in this damn matchup yet I bet I’m looked at as the weak link. That’s the story of my career. Not being a weak link, but rather the fact that I have to suffer the ignorance of fools such as yourself and many others. You take a look back at the things I’ve done and then tell me I am weak. It’s all a big fat lie that I am a weak link, manufactured and believed by everyone that fears just what I will become when my true talent is unleashed. See now, Ryan Hall and PAJ won’t see me as a weak link, they will see me as a brother of solidarity, someone to count on amidst this chaos unlike your ‘team’. The weak link here is you, McLean. You ask your teammates if they’d bet they’re mortgage on you beating me now… ask them if they think you can be something again, they’ll rebuff the idea because you’re weak, you’re foolish and too trusting. I feel bad that you’re in this situation because I sure as hell wouldn’t trust Gabrielle or Wolf to watch my back. As for Golden/Thunder, he’s clearly not the man he used to be… I wouldn’t give him my belt to hold, he might burn it, eh Shane?

    Ryan sits and chuckles to himself. He puts his hands into his pocket and brings out a small, shiny, silver object. He flicks it and fire erupts from it in a small blaze. It’s a simple zippo lighter. He flicks it on and off for a while, playing with it with an almost demonic smile on his face. The orange colour reflects in his eyes, breaking the piercing icy stare that was attacking the horizon so fiercely. It’s almost as if a fire is burning in his eyes.

    Wolf. We’ve crossed paths too many times, it feels almost like a formality to be greeting you in the ring nowadays. We both know that you don’t work well in teams. It always has to be about you. It’s always about you when you speak. You won’t big up Gabrielle, you won’t big up Golden and you sure as shit won’t big up Shane McLean for being an idiot. I can’t blame you. I wouldn’t big any of them up either. You and your supposed team of FWA soldiers are just a makeshift group of people who can’t cut it anymore and are simply jealous of my team. You want what Hall has. Golden only came back on the same night that I returned… coincidence? I think not. As for Gabby? She’s just pissed that King won’t let her suck his dinger. After all, Chris Kennedy told us all that she’s a 3 out of 10 at best. At least that’s a point better than her ability to wrestle… but then again, she’s a female, what does she know? She’s just trying to stay relevant. As for McLean? We all know why he’s in your team. So he can get a second beating from me. I don’t understand Wolf, why are you suddenly a hero? Why are you suddenly pandering to the every whim of the FWA? I know why. Hall knows why, PAJ knows why and Jimmy King knows why. We’re not as blind as the other wrestlers and the fickle fans. We know. It took me a while to realise but now I finally understand. You still want to destroy it. Why else would you try to force Jimmy King, the man who saved this company, out? You wanted to take over the Great Siege and then take over the FWA. And you still do! I won’t let that happen! You will turn your back on your ‘friends’ as soon as you get an opening, we all know it. With King out of the picture, you can return to your old villainous ways. We won’t let it happen though. The fans might cheer you, but by the end, they’ll realise too that you’re nothing but a two faced scumbag. You tried to destroy the FWA with the Great Siege, you failed. You’re now trying to destroy the FWA by taking out the man that saved it whilst under the pretense that you’re trying to save it. But the fact is, IT’S ALREADY BEEN SAVED. You’ll fail again, I’ll make sure of it.

    He stops playing with the lighter as he finishes that last sentence and he stops for a moment, a cool breeze washes over Ryan, calming him for the time being. He takes another swig of his beer, he then casts a wistful glance over at the unknown pile.

    Gabrielle. The bitch who is somehow still in everyone’s good graces. You think you’re trying to save the FWA but I know that you want all the plaudits, you’re just jealous of King’s position. You’ve been salty ever since Dinorah replaced you. You’ve been salty towards me especially ever since me and a certain someone halted any chance you had of killing the tag team division. You don’t like me. That’s good for you, you might have been the first person to dislike me but you’re not the only one now. The thing with females though… is well, I could walk up to any one of them and they’d change their opinion if they wanted some of this.

    Ryan grabs his crotch and makes an explicit gesture.

    It’s no different for you. Obviously, you’re a whore and all but still. I won’t allow the FWA to be ruled by a bitch who thinks she’s above everyone else. You’ve shown your dastardly side recently, splitting up Ashley and Moira. You’re no good yet the fans cheer you. It bewilders me. The only reason your cheered is because of those two fake things on your chest and your sex appeal despite your apparent lack of ability in the bed. As I’ve said before, you’re just irrelevant nowadays and Me, Hall and PAJ will have no problem in sending you back to irrelevance from where you came from. Maybe you can blow Matthew Robinson some more since that’s the only noteworthy thing you’ve done in what feels like a decade.

    He stands up and swigs the last of his beer bottle before kicking the gasoline can away. Rondo walks over to the pile of unknown things and begins to play with his lighter again. But before he drops it, he hesitates and then takes off his jacket, revealing that he is wearing a Sunrise-Sunset top… yet the Sunset part is scribbled out.

    Sunrise-Sunset. It meant something then. It means jackshit now. Devin Golden pissed that legacy up the tree when he decided that he wanted to oppose Jimmy King. We were about doing the good thing, the right thing. And he did the wrong thing. He’s not in it to try and help the FWA, don’t be dumb. He’s in it to win the FWA belt, that’s all he cares about. Do you think he will give a flying shit about the FWA when he loses at Ace’s High? My left testicle cares more about the FWA than he does. He’s only back here because he doesn’t like the fact that he was ‘Sunset’. He wants to be ‘Sunrise’, he wants another moment of brilliance. But it won’t arrive. Some people consider our tag team to have been the greatest, some consider us to be top five. You want to know what I really thing? I think it’s a load of crap. We might have reinvented the tag team division, we might have beaten APAB – but you decided that I didn’t deserve to share the glory with you, you decided to fuck our legacy up by having us be remembered as the guys who investigated shit in a urinal. If I could go back to the point in time at which we agreed to team up, I’d have told you that I didn’t need you, that I was going to go on and be something without your impact on my career. I’m on the cusp of something special. Grand Slam champion with three title unifications under his belt and basically, the winner of every belt made available to him. That’s a moment of brilliance that you will never match, people seem to think that I was the weak link in Sunrise-Sunset…. But you were! I was the one who grabbed a title belt at Back in Business! Where were you? Sitting on your ass taking all the glory for it. You’re just jealous of me, the fact that I can beat Wolf, the fact that I am the one who had the ‘Sunrise’, the fact that I am going to be everything that you wanted to be. I’d say you’re still salty from the time that I took your X-Division belt from you and made MY NAME synonymous with it instead. You’re just a walking, bloated bag of jealousy. It’s alright, I’ll give you a moment of brilliance. My moment of brilliance when I RKO you and show the world that Ryan Rondo is serious. Show the world that Ryan Rondo wasn’t the weakest link. You were. And always will be second place compared to me.

    Rondo goes back over to his chair and notices an unopened beer bottle where he was sitting, he must have been sitting on it and just plain forgot about it. He takes it and opens it with his mouth, spitting the cap at the ground in disgust. He walks back over to the pile.


    See, I told you I cherished everything the fans said to me. I, personally, would collect any signs they made no matter what and keep them. But today, I decided that I wanted to camp out… and I am getting cold. I need something to burn. Isn’t it just convenient how I took every sign and put them here? Just smashing, indeed. The Ryan Rondo that these signs refer to is long gone. He doesn’t exist anymore and by virtue, these signs shouldn’t exist anymore. The next sign I see will be derogatory towards me, will label me a traitor, a loser… but the fact is that whilst the old Ryan Rondo is gone – the new one doesn’t give a shit.

    He turns around and walks away from the signs, and stops, he sparks his lighter and chucks it over his shoulder and onto the signs without looking back, he takes his beer and puts it in the chair’s holder. He puts on his jacket and sits back down, simply enjoying the view again without hesitating regarding the fire of the signs.


    SUNRISE-SUNSET ARE MY HEROES!’ – Incinerated

    RYAN RONDO <3’ – Burnt

    RONDO + GOLDEN + GABBY = THREESOME’ – Destroyed

    MAC FEARS RONDO’ – Gone.

    RONDO IS FWA4LYFE’ – No More.


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    Re: Fight Night 01/24/14 Promo Threat (Due Today)

    Contradiction – An Instant Classic Presentation

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    Christian Quinn himself.

    The rain tumbles down on a dark yet humid night, it sticks to the skin like glue and as people walk, they begin to question whether they’re sweating or not. On a somewhat, busy city street full of blindingly bright lit shops, Christian Quinn walks, wearing a huge dark blue trenchcoat as well as his trademark white shirt and navy blue and gold tie. He bumps past a few people with his face etched full of irritation. His level of irritation is directly proportional to the number of people who bump past him without any form of acknowledgment. Someone walks past using a newspaper as an umbrella which Quinn then smacks with his hand. The holder is startled and Quinn’s irritation eases into happiness as he enjoys the look of despair in the person’s face as their paper floats away - never to be seen again. Quinn just smiles and winks at the person and mouths ‘Now you know who I am’ to the person before he puts his hands in his pockets and walks away. The rain begins to bring Quinn’s annoyance back again – so much so that he feels the needs to rant to just anything, anything that will listen.

    He walks past a dark alley and takes a look at a little shop before his brilliant mind catches up with him and tells him that an alley is a perfect place! He retraces his steps, and takes another gander down the alley. He looks up the sky, lightning and thunder striking almost in sync with his vision coming into contact with the dark clouds up above. Wiping his forehead and drying his hair with his hand, he walks forward down the dark alley – he can’t see anything other than the path infront of him… Which means he must be the only thing visible to anything lurking in the shadows… which means all eyes are on him for the time being. Just the way he likes it. No people brushing past him and ignoring his brilliant existence. There could be nobody in the shadows for all he knows – but if there is, Quinn’s the only thing they can see and that’s the way life should be for everybody. A living, walking, breathing personification of something better than God. Christian Quinn is not a myth, he’s real… unlike some.


    Living Mythology. Really?

    Quinn’s tone is one of someone who is a bit perplexed yet shows some sarcasm. He’s almost mocking it.

    Am I facing someone who doesn’t quite understand the whole point of a moniker or nickname? I must be. So that leads into my next question, am I facing a dumbass? I must be. Because on what planet can something that doesn’t exist be living? Jason Gryphon you make no sense. Just like your placing in the FWA and your good reputation. Some people think highly of you. That’s nice. But who cares, they’re not important really. Tell you who is though. Me. And well, I’ll give it to you kid, I do think something of you. You can even have that in writing and frame it on your wall to replace the spot where your belt used to be. That’s right, a ‘Christian Quinn thinks something of me’ certificate, it’s what everybody wanted at Christmas, alas, nobody got it because well, usually, everyone is thinking of Christian Quinn and not the other way about. But I’ll give it to you Gryphon, I actually have an opinion on you.

    Quinn stops, smirks to himself and then begins to applaud slowly and loudly. Each clap getting louder and louder and eventually the thunder starts to become somewhat of an echo. Lightning strikes again and Quinn notices it this time.


    What’s up Zeus? Oh wait. You’re a load of crap. Just like Gryphon. That’s right Jason, my friend, I just think that you’re a load of crap. I never said I thought anything good about you. The only thing good about you is that your first name is my middle name… but then again, your first name isn’t even good enough to be my first name so there you go. Just be happy that’s the closest you will ever be to being me and being anything significant.

    Quinn then takes his hands out of his pockets and uses them to motion his sarcasm – as well as changing his voice to a slightly higher pitched whiney tone.

    Ooooh but Christian, I’ve won a belt! Oooh look at me!

    He puts his hands back into his pockets and drops his accent and resumes being his perfect self.

    Who gives a damn!? Worthless sacks of crap such as Ryan Rondo, Devin Golden, Mac Michaud etcetera have won it too, they’re nothing special either. Twelve pounds of gold seems to validate everybody’s existence around the FWA which makes me rather sad. I’ve got more than double that amount in my jewellery drawer… and you don’t want to know how much my wife has. I’ll tell you what validates my existence, the fact that people like you exist. You exist for the sole reason of me having to put you down. Without you people, there’d be no Christian Quinn and I have to thank you all for that. It is because of you all that I realise just how perfect I am at times. Mr Gryphon can brag about his victories over umm… whoever he’s beaten and can brag about his uneventful title reign… but he’s not Christian Quinn. He’s not the man they call Deus. He’s just another fool who thinks he has a smart nickname.

    Christian lifts his hands out of his pockets along with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he takes one out and lights it. Taking a drag as he walks then he continues to speak.

    They say you learn something new everyday. Well, that’s only true if you’re not me. I know everything that someone should need to know. Well, that’s what I thought. Turns out I didn’t realise just how stupid Jason Gryphon is. See, Gryphon, I’m not going to take the easy, predictable route of dissing you using the symbolism of mythical gods and goddesses, no, I’m going to insult you by simply insulting you. Then again, that is a compliment in itself seeing as Christian Quinn is paying some attention to you. I see you, you think you’re a hotshot, you’ve won a belt and naturally, you’ve got a head full of steam. Well, it don’t mean squat son. You lost it to Drew Stevenson… a guy who seems to think he can wrestle and also a guy who models himself after one of the most pathetic gemstones in existence – something that mirrors him, obviously.

    Again, Quinn reverts to using a sarcastic, high pitched, whiney voice in order to mock Gryphon.

    But Christian, you lost to Drew Stevenson too!

    He reverts back to normal.

    I did, but as I have already said, Christian Quinn gave that to Drew Stevenson because he wanted to. Drew Stevenson left the ring the next week because I tried, he was scared. Are you scared, Gryphon? I think you should be. See, you might believe in fake gods and false prophets but Christian Quinn is real. You’ll see it soon. Drew Stevenson, Carmine Reaper, Jethro Warren amongst others have already witnessed the true power and skill that I harness. Skill so great that if I were to die and go to wherever, I’d make Matt Boudreau’s multi-coloured existence turn green with envy. That’s how good I am. How good are you? I’d say you’re almost at the level that Juan Lopez was. Or that other Cuban, Puerto Rican or whatever he was. Don’t remember, all I know is that he was from an inferior place. People speak highly of Jason Gryphon… but really, they should be speaking highly of me! You’re just a flash in the pan. What proof do I have? The fact that you couldn’t even defend the lowest tier belt against someone like Stevenson is certainly concrete. See, unlike you, I haven’t won a belt yet so people can’t judge me by that standard. People won’t remember you for your victories against such and such when you’ve got an embarrassing title loss such as that on your resume. Of course, you managed to unify the belt with some other unimportant belt but of course, the Gryphon propaganda machine will spin that into being some sort of great achievement. Screw that, your greatest achievement so far in the FWA is being written next to my name on a Fight Night card, then it will be stepping into the ring with me… then it will be getting your ass handed to you by me. There’s three things greater than being the X Division champion right there. But there’s only one thing that will be the greatest thing ever… but unfortunately, nobody but me will accomplish that… that’s because that thing is being me, Christian Quinn.

    There’s a brief illumination of orange sparks in the alley as the cigarette Quinn was smoking is flicked and lands some 6 feet away from him, creating a brief period of brightness that lasts as quick as a blink of the eye – still nothing could be made out.

    I don’t care about you Gryphon. I don’t care about your previous title reigns. I don’t care about your dead wife or the fact that you’re a walking contradiction. I don’t care about you. All you are is another name on my resume… which I must admit, isn’t really impressive given the fact that I am consistently beating a load of goons who mean nothing to this company. You’re just another guy who thinks he’s a ticket in this company. You’re nothing. You’re not anything unless I say you are. You won a belt? So what? Good job, try being on my level before you start bragging. Now, I’m reaching the end of this alley and the end of my rant – but that means we get closer to the beginning of your downfall. Do whatever you can to give yourself the strength, faith and belief to win this match, Gryphon. Pray to your false gods and call upon your faithful fans for help… but nothing is going to stop me from taking this win. Call upon Zeus to chuck his lightning at me, ask Poseidon to drown me or request that Ganesh beats me down with its trunk… it won’t matter, because they’re not real… why? BECAUSE MYTHOLOGY CANNOT LIVE. You’re a sack of crap, mythology is a sack of crap and you’ll realise that there is only one sentient, godlike being in existence… and you’ll realise that it is Christian Quinn when you’re smashed into a dozen pieces by Thor’s Hammer… how ironic. Poor idiot boy, Gryphon. Make the most of your time with me, try to remember what you’re like now because after the matchup, you’ll be seeing things different… you’ll be another believer, you’ll be another part of my Deus Legio.

    Quinn finishes that last line just as he reaches the end of the alley. He stops for a moment and looks back, realising that there is quite literally no light at all in that alley other than on the path which he walked. Obviously the light chose to follow him but he wonders if anyone heard him. He might have just walked down an alley and rambled to himself but there’s nothing to disprove that there was a legion of people sitting in the shadows and clinging onto his every word. The fact is, the world only spins because Christian Quinn makes it so. Jason Gryphon’s gods and mythical stories won’t mean anything come Fight Night. The smallest violins in the world will be playing when Jason Gryphon realises that it’s all a load of dung that he believes in. Quinn will be the conductor. He walks away from the alley and back into a crowd of people with a happy expression on his face but as more people walk past, it slowly begins to fade…


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    Re: Fight Night 01/24/14 Promo Threat (Due Today)




    "So all you need to do is put your "John Hancock " on the dotted line........
    "

    The office of sport agent Johnny Siri, the man responsible for orchestrating the deal that landed CWA superstar Jack Gekko in FWA. Siri with the sleazy agent demeanor stands in front of his desk as he is dressed head to toe in a suit that one can only imagine the cost. With the blue tooth in his ear that isn't in use at the moment. Being the agent of Jack Gekko, he looks thrilled to have landed him a deal in FWA as he has the contract making the move official on his desk behind him. His office with plaques from his current and past clients are hanging on the wall as well as his business degree from Yale. A giant size declaration of independence is used a wallpaper decoration. Sitting in front of him is Jack Gekko and Scarlet Fiona with BM Colt standing behind them. Gekko is wearing a beige cardigan and a white T-shirt underneath and designer pants with shoes as Scarlet dressed in a pink crop top with tight jeans and sneakers, BM Colt dressed in a blue track suit and he stands behind Scarlet as she sits next to Jack as Siri turns around and hands the contract drawn up between him and the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. Jack reads over the contract as Siri sits leaned up with his back against the desk.

    Johnny Siri: “ Jack, I’m telling you, I got you the best deal. A six month deal, you get a good amount of the merchandise and you get yourself a nice fat check anytime your handsome face is seen on FWA television and appearances made for the company. You’re the franchise man, your next, I’m telling you, I’m taking you to the top. I told you when you signed on to be represented by me and my company, I was going to make you money and I was going to make you the biggest name in wrestling. With your signature, I can do it. Are we in business?”

    Siri hands Jack a pen as he looks at before turning over to Scarlet, who gives him a shrug. Jack shrugs as well right before placing his signature. Siri's eyes light up as he rubs his hands together as Gekko puts his signature on the contract to make his partnership with FWA official. He hands over the contract back over to Johnny Siri as he takes looks it over and places back down on the desk behind.

    Johnny Siri: “ Now that everything is official, what do you got to say?”

    Gekko signals for his hired muscle BM Colt to do something. Colt walks from behind Scarlet and Jack as he snatches Johnny Siri by the throat as he slams him back against the desk as a sense of fear comes over him as he starts to panic.

    Johnny Siri: “ Jack......... Jack....... what the hell is this.....”

    Gekko gets up out of his chair as he walks forward to Colt choking Johnny as he has a smirk on his face.

    Jack Gekko: “ Let me tell you this, Johnny boy. I don't care about who you represent and who you manage, you can sign Lebron freaking James, I'm still your number one client, I'm your number one priority, you make sure every wish is I make is your command, or I will this big man right here come and turn your skull into a damn abstract painting. You got it? You work for me and when you work for me, I own your ass.”

    Siri has the look on his face that he is about to piss himself. Gekko signals for Colt to let him go as he lets out a huge sigh of relief. Gekko gently slaps the face of Johnny as he walks towards the door. He turns around before leaving.

    Jack Gekko: “ As long as you do your job, with my interests being the only thing and I mean the only thing on your mind, you should be fine.”

    Johnny Siri: “ I got it, I got it.”

    Jack Gekko: “ Good, good. For this relationship to work, we're gonna have to see eye to eye. See ya later man.”

    Siri nods his head as he tries to catch his breath. Jack Gekko and Team Gekko leave the office. Johnny reaches for his phone as he pushes a button on it.

    Johnny Siri: “ Phyllis, can you come in here for a second, and bring a change of pants please, thank you.”

    Gekko walks down the hall to the elevator as he has Scarlet on his arm and BM Colt with a fierce and cold looked on his face. The group gets all kinds of looks from the workers in the office. Gekko presses the button for the elevator. Gekko is all smiles as he waits, he looks over to Scarlet.

    Jack Gekko: “ I think he got the message, right?.”

    Scarlet smirks as she looks up at Jack.

    Scarlet Fiona: “ I believe so, for his sake, I believe so.”

    The elevator arrives as they enter it.

    (Few days later)


    The FWA headquarters is where everything opens up as Jack Gekko and Team Gekko find themselves at the headquarters for FWA operations. The door opens of the building opens as Team Gekko walks out. Jack Gekko in a Tom Ford suit, Scarlet Fiona dressed in casual clothing, jeans and an FWA T-shirt as BM Colt is dressed in a white Reebok jumpsuit. The crew stands in front of the entrance of the building. Jack Gekko is all smiles like he doesn't have a care in the world.

    Jack Gekko: “ You know who I'm, but you don't know why I'm here. It is official, everything is set and everything is finalized, I stand here the newest member of the FWA roster. Now before I get asked, and I'm sure inquiring minds want to know, why I'm I here in FWA? Does it have something to do with Jimmy King? A little, not going to lie, he talked to me about it. He told me that I'm the right guy to be the first guy. I'm the go - to guy to make history, and that's all I do here in the world of professional wrestling.

    I'm the man that makes history, I'm the Game Changer, the first two company wrestler between CWA and FWA. I'm compared to the likes of Bo Jackson, Michael Jordan and Deion Sanders, here to dominate two separate wrestling companies and the same damn time. Something unheard of in today's day and age, which brings me to the reason why I signed here in FWA, I want, no, I need to expand the Gekko franchise and the Gekko brand as far as it can possibly go. It started with CWA and now it find's itself inside FWA, and hell, it may not even stop here in the FWA, I may look to expand my brand to other companies. But before I get into all that, let's start with what I have in stored for FWA for the next six month's.

    Let's just say, FWA in its history has never seen the star power of the likes of Jack Gekko, let's just get that out the way. I want that to be known, but I'm pretty sure that could've went without saying as the world knows that no one in this company can hold a candle to what I can do in that ring. Some call me the best wrestler in the world, and some called me the greatest thing to wrestling since ring ropes, but it' doesn't matter which one you choose because it is all true. As long as I have my team watching my back and keeping everything focused, I should be more than fine here in FWA, I should be able to leave my mark on this company. Speaking of FWA, I have been scouting around and looking at the talent here, and I see a few things that caught my eyes, like last week, the bra and panties match? We never had those back in CWA and well, two beautiful broads, I had to make sure I saw that, I feel like I wouldn't be a man if I didn't. This company knows how to promote it's females, something CWA never did, I'll tell you that.”

    Gekko pulls out a cigarette as he lights it before he takes a quick drag.

    Jack Gekko: “ But, before I get off topic, inside the FWA headquarters, I was just informed of the date of my first match here in FWA, January 24th and I will take on Ashley O'Ryan. "

    Gekko laughs as he says Ashley O'Ryans name.

    Jack Gekko: “ Some say that is a tough draw for my first match here, and others say he is one half of the FWA tag team champions, but after all that, do you know what I say? He has girls name!!!!! What father in their right mind would name their son, Ashley........ C'mon, Ashley, that will always be a girl name to me, hell my little sister back in the day had two friends who were girls named Ashley. Now, I'm pretty sure being named Ashley is a joke that got over used here in FWA, but I don't give a damn, he is a man, named Ashley, that's sad. Still, no matter how girly his name is, he still my first opponent here in the FWA. Now, I'm sure he knows what positions he is in, I'm sure he studied the game tapes and watched the films closely, but know this, no matter how much you try and pick apart my style in the ring, know that you will be just wasting your time, no one and I mean no one can hold a handle to what I can do in the squared circle. Now that brings me to you Ashley, you have to know that the wrestling world will be watching, more eyes on you for this match than any match in your career, the spotlight will not be any brighter so I hope you can handle the pressure, I really do, because it will eat you alive if you can't."

    Gekko finishes the cigarette as he flicks the bud to the floor and steps on it.

    Jack Gekko:“ Man, what I'm I saying. Ashley, you have no idea what is coming your way. It is impossible for you comprehend what will be waiting for you. I'm one if not the best wrestler alive today and I blessed your company with my presence and you stand in my way for my first taste of what the FWA is all about, and that's how I see it. Let me tell you how should see it, you need to see where you stand in this wrestling world, this is your chance to see how to live up to the expectations, I know you're one half of the tag team champions but to me, that doesn't mean shit. I'm coming to embarrass you and make you look worthless to your boys in the back, the rest of the FWA roster will look at you as the first victim of the Gekko Crusade, you will be a part of my message, my message that Gekko is the greatest name to have be placed on a wrestling billboard. You're the first man up to challenge me and you will be the first man to fail, and you will fail, believe me, the Gekko movement won't be stopped, the ball is rolling and it's picking up momentum and it will steamroll right over you, Ashley, you can't stop me and it will be idiotic for you to even try, believe me, the name is Gekko and Gekko is forever!...... "

    Gekko and the rest of Team Gekko walk off from in front of the THW Headquarters as the car to pick them up is waiting. They get in the back seat as the vehicle drives off as the segment comes to a close and the screen fades to black.


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    [04:46 AM] Punk Wolf: Willis is our Modern-Day Jesus.
    [06:15 AM]Baldwin: Ily Willy
    [05:35 PM]Jon Snow: Willis, your misogyny must be put to an end.
    [06:57 PM]
    Jim: I like Willis more and more with each day
    [04:43 PM]Jim: Which is why Willis > Natural
    [06:06 AM] King Carl: hes like a roman reigns
    [06:06 AM] King Carl: willis has the raw sex appeal tho
    [11:18 AM]Order: I LOVE BIG WILLY


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    Drew, “So this is the part where I’m supposed to sit here and tell you all that Ryan Hall is the best wrestler, right? I mean, the record books say that he beat me, right? That is what everybody and their brother thinks but did he really? You see, yeah, I said it on twitter and I’ll say it again – the script read something much, MUCH different and oh I know – I’m no better than Mike Mundane, right? See, I’m okay with people having negative opinions on me because I tell it like it is and when something pisses me off? You can bet your ass that *I* will tell it like it is, regardless of the consequences and say what you want, compare to me whoever you want because at least I am not a carbon copy of the last champion before us. At least *I* have the ability to be unique, to shatter the glass ceiling and to say what needs to be said instead of just remaining quiet and accepting the wrongs that the FWA commits weekly.”

    Nothing but a basic background, Stevenson sits in front of the camera in one of those black colored steel chairs that the wrestlers use to bash in each other’s skulls and on his left shoulder was the Emerald Championship, the very title that he had created back in 2005 to utilize the pure wrestling aspect of things when the “hardcore” environment was forced down everybody’s throats. With his dark brown eyes glued on to the camera that watched and recorded him like a Hawk, he was very brash as he continued to speak with such conviction.

    Drew,
    “Now just like usual, I’m not going to paint some extravagant scene and waste thousands of dollars on that production value crap because this is WRESTLING and I can tell my story through my words, just ask Hall because I gave him loads of ammunition last week.”

    Winking at the camera, he smirks.

    Drew,
    “You see, that’s the biggest difference between me and everybody else here – I took guys and I built them into something bigger while your “top draws” sit there and bury them six feet under – that is why you will NEVER see the Main Event scene change and if you’re listening Kennedy, I was right all along that the Main Event scene hasn’t changed at all and I stick by my guns and the fact that it never will. It will never change because the FWA wants certain people in that scene at all times, it wants things to be done in a certain light and hell, we all know that I don’t fit their mold because unlike everybody else who sits there just accepting their position in this company - *I* let my voice be heard and I say this – if you want an extravagant scene and stupid hentai crap then go watch a movie or porn because this is a WRESTLING company and I am going to treat it as such and if that means that I have to lose each and every week and be the martyr until the suits in this company get that then I’ll gladly do so and you’ll hear me each and every week talk about WRESTLING; the very thing that this company has OBVIOUSLY forgotten or they just don’t care.”

    Shaking his head, he looks incredibly disgusted.

    Drew,
    “Now on to Fight Night, the flagship show. I team with Jethro Warren to face the team of Tobias Cooper and Carmine Reaper and you know something, I used to really get annoyed with the likes of Reaper but as I sat back and watched, listened, I realized that the man is just fed up with the system as well. I know that you’re listening Carmine and I want you to REALLY listen to what it is that I have to say. Is it honestly worth it man? Once upon a time, hell, not that long ago even – you were actually looked at as a good, solid, top draw. The FWA respected you man and they held you in higher regards but what now? Hell man, myself and Mac tore down the house and gave everything in ourselves to this company and we moved on up. We became bigger and better, we continued to sacrifice ourselves for an ungrateful promotion who never had any intentions of ever putting us in the Main Event scene because we didn’t waste thousands of dollars to have tentacles rape our assholes on camera. No, we are old school guys who keep to the traditional values; something that this company doesn’t care about or respect. But we are supposed to go out there this week and kick each other’s asses so hey man, I’ll oblige just as you will but after this week Carmine? Man, you should listen to what I’m saying, watch what happens and you’ll see that I am in fact correct. I’m not just making this stuff up, hell, you’ll easily see it for yourself now that you have heard the truth so again, let’s kick each other’s asses and stick to WRESTLING because at least we know what this business is supposed to be about.”

    Drew pauses,
    “Tobias Cooper, here we are – two guys who barely know each other yet here you are facing me and Warren. How does that make you feel? Do you feel like you can out-WRESTLE me? Maybe you do and hey, if you jump on the bandwagon and have all of the suits back you like Hall and Kennedy before him – you will be at the top, as the FWA Champion in no time at all. Just pucker up, kiss some ass and you will be golden because if you are outspoken like I am? You will become wasted talent because you are considered a liability. But alas, I’ll step into that ring and look you square in the eyes, we’ll WRESTLE and it will go completely unnoticed or even cared about for the Whyte Thunder or whatever his name is segment or the next swerve that we get that happens weekly like a bad Vince Russo program will be the talk of the show.”

    Putting his hand over his mouth, he looks like he made an oopsie.

    Drew,
    “Oops, was I not supposed to say that?”

    Looking innocent, he flashes those pearly whites.

    Drew,
    “Oh well because until this company actually gives a damn about the WRESTLING and not the movie quality crap? I’ll keep loading my rifle and shooting on EVERYTHING that moves.”

    Abrupt fade.

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    The scene opens. It is dark outside the window and we see a clock '03:49'. It is early morning and we hear panting somewhere around us. A light turns on briefly blinding us as the sudden light is too much to handle. We see PAJ pounding the treadmill, covered in sweat, looking like he has been at it for hours, in an empty gym.

    PAJ: This is how I relieve all the stress of being better than pretty much everyone.

    PAJ slows the treadmill down to walking speed and takes a mouthful of water and pouring the rest over his head. PAJ looks straight back at us. Still walking to keep his heart rate up. PAJ looks troubled as he continues his work out.

    PAJ: Over the past few weeks. I have struggled. I will not lie. I pride myself on being a speaker of truth. I will conquer all. Bruce Wayne was asked 'Why do fall?' he was told the reply 'so we can pick ourselves back up again' that is complete and utter bullshit. It is because FWA believes that I am a danger to their precious survival. I fall so that FWA believes they have a chance of survival. I will take it away from them. It is all a ploy and they are eating it all up. Nothing will stop me because I have been the most dominant superstar in the past year. They thought that giving me chances to be the North American Champion would be sufficient to stop my rise but I blitz through all the fodder they had and I tore FWA a brand new ass-hole. I don't need their prizes. I don't need anything they give me. I am soldier in a war. I do not care about medals. I do not care about pleasing anyone that is irrelevant tome. Outside of my associates there is no-one in FWA who impresses me. There is no-one who has done something I have never seen before. Yet I continue to amaze everyone with my incredible talents. I am not just an innovator. I am THE innovator. When I have needed to win. I have delivered. I don't care about a match with Whyte Thunder one-on-one because I have bigger things to worry about. All my focus and all my energy is driven into Aces High. The Pay-Per-View that started it all. It is where I became the North American Champion. Where Darnell Porter became unaware of what he had just help create. Where Darnell Porter became remember forever in the history of the brightest star in the FWA.

    PAJ keeps working the treadmill but is smiling now. Reminiscing on the overall year he has had. PAJ stops smiling to focus.

    PAJ: I must focus for Fight Night, to help my comrades, we cannot allow the rebels to think they continue to have our number. They MUST be exterminated. They are sub-humans who naively believe that FWA is worth fighting for. FWA is no longer a major player. FWA in name exists through CWA. Just like ECW was. That is FWA has become. I don't want to drag this out. I want FWA to be put down as painlessly as possible and the 'heroes' fighting to save FWA are just delaying the process and making more and more painful as the hope starts to reform and as the belief starts to seep back into people's minds. FWA is dead. I put it bluntly because I have to. People will argue. People will deny it but they know. FWA is dead by my hands. FWA is dead by the hands of Jimmy King. FWA is dead by the hands of Ryan Hall and FWA is dead by the hands of Ryan Rondo. We are saving FWA's proud legacy rather than sitting and watching it die by fighting the inevitable. Death comes for everyone and it is here for FWA. Nothing is too big for death. Everything decays. Everything dies. It is survival of the fittest and for me to prosper, I must kill that which has made me. It is a mercy killing because I am honourable and I believe that nothing should suffer.

    PAJ slows the treadmill down to a stop and slowly pretends to shoot with his fingers, a throwback to his old FWA ring entrance. PAJ steps off the treadmill and towels himself down before sitting on the bench near the treadmill.

    PAJ: It is why when my opponents are doomed by having to face me. I always give them the option to bow to me and accept their fate. When they fight back I make them suffer then I force everything to bow to me. I didn't want to fight FWA but Wolf, Gabrielle and Whyte Thunder left me powerless. They can fight for what they believe in and I am OK with that. They can make their own stupid decisions based on emotion rather than logic. They are doomed to fail because unlike us they all have one fatal flaw and when you fight against perfection even having just one flaw isn't enough to ensure survival.

    PAJ shakes his finger cockily with an outstretched arm straight towards us.

    PAJ: Adrian Wolf, he and I have a story together that stretches further than FWA. A story that is much more than just in the ring. Wolf might be beast but he is not a beast in a good way. He is an animal. He doesn't think about things. He makes me sick. We are opposites and this is one opposite that will never attract. I am smart, quick, charismatic and driven. Adrian Wolf is reactionary, as I have previously stated, I was aware of the FWA takeover before it happened. Jimmy King sought the chosen ones, Hall, Rondo and I, to conquer FWA. Wolf is also a chosen one. Jimmy King chose to fight Adrian Wolf so that Wolf may be eradicated from FWA. Wolf will finally be alone. Cold, isolated and desperate. Wolf is NOTHING without his precious FWA. Wolf is NOTHING without this company. I have proven I can go anywhere and succeed but Wolf is a one company man and when King gets rid of Wolf he will never be seen again. That will be glorious.

    PAJ looks up to the skies and smiles. PAJ looks across the gym and out the window at the night's sky.

    PAJ: The future is no only about the future stars but about people who LOOK like stars. Not a rag tag bunch of has-beens. The future of this company is here. I am the future of this company and they try and hold me back to hold onto their dying legacies as they ruin their careers by trying to revive the stinking, rotting corpse of FWA. Just look at Gabrielle Kennedy. She will always be a Kennedy no matter what she says. She will always be second fiddle to the False Idol. Though, I do understand, Chris Kennedy took everything I wanted and everything I join him for and did what he wanted but I always knew what he was like and you kept going back to him. He was a broken and ruined man so maybe you were a good fit. A broken, ruined woman. Two people who have become empty shells of humans yet you both had this insane idea that you belonged. Chris Kennedy was hated by everyone. I hated Chris Kennedy even when I was in The Syndicate. I only joined to boost my own career. You have this idea that you belong in the ring with the guys. Now, I know you have won the big one but the era of girl power ended when FWA got REAL talent and got rid of Matthew Robinson. It is back to what works and that is having the talent, not the booty, at the top because CWA is a real wrestling company unlike whatever remains of FWA. You don't belong. Just like Chris Kennedy. I hated Chris Kennedy but I respected him. I don't respect you. I worked against all the odds to be where I am. I forged my own legacy not piggybacking on the greats but working with them to make something great. I learn from their mistakes and I certainly learned from yours. You are idolised for breaking the gender barrier in this company. You being successful in a man's world is part of the reason why people thought FWA was a joke it had actually become. The joke lost meaning when FWA became the joke. I broke a bigger barrier in this company. A guy like me with my history shouldn't be at the top of anything other than that place. That was a major landmark. It will be a bigger landmark when I topple the world and win The Carnal Contendership. Wouldn't that just make you sick? I was sick at some of the stories I heard about you but I really, really don't want to revisit it.

    PAJ starts to pretend to throw up in his mouth before laughing for a good ten seconds.

    PAJ: Seriously though, enough about you. We have Whyte Thunder, trying to steal the spotlight from everyone else. The most egotistical superstar in FWA today. Everything has to be about Whyte Thunder. Whyte Thunder has to be the guy at the end of the show people are talking about. Come to think of it aren't all heroes egotistical? They believe that saving something or someone is noble but they are wrong. Whyte Thunder is wrong because he can't see right from wrong and he is choosing the wrong side. You don't want to get marooned in with that bunch when the monsoon comes. I am the true hero. I fight for justice. I fight against the injustice of trying to resurrect FWA. A noble cause and one that sits right with the world. You don't play God. No man can save something that is dead. That is why Jimmy King merged FWA with CWA. It is the illusion of life but really it is adding money to his wallet and the chosen ones to his books to ensure his company shines. Not even Jimmy King can play God. So why Whyte Thunder do you think that you of all PEOPLE can play God when you are not even a man? I speak the absolute truth but I don't mess with the natural order. Just like Gabrielle shouldn't and just like you shouldn't. Back before America existed they used to burn people for trying to mess with the natural order. FWA tried to build a company forged on the rolling hills of breast implants and boners. That doesn't work. Whyte Thunder has to be the centre of attention and that doesn't work. Whyte Thunder tries to resurrect the dead and that is against humanity. Who, I ask, is really the bad guy here?

    PAJ smiles with satisfaction having made his point, atleast in his mind anyway.

    PAJ: Last and certainly least we come to Shane McLean. We have had some history. He took my title unjustly and then managed to somehow beat me to retain the North American Title but in the end Ryan Rondo restored the legacy of the North American Championship. There was a point in my career where I, for some stupid reason, believed that you were someone I could learn from. That's what I do. I learn. I adapt. I conquer. When we got into the ring. We had no chemistry and I learned nothing from you. The most boring man I have ever faced. You pretend to be funny to pander to a shrinking set of fans that you have. You are stale. Boring. You are everything you pretend not to be but you can do whatever you want. Just stay out of my way. I have matches to win and hearts to break. People are confused. They want to boo me but they can't take their eyes off me because I wow them every week but they have been brain washed to believe what I am doing is wrong. I haven't been brain washed but I know what you do is wrong. You steal and cheat to titles YOU DIDNT EARN. You are a dishonourable man. Which is no surprise coming from a pathetic, jealous Scotsman like you all are. Just like life, just like history, The Last Great Englishman will stand tall over yet another low-life Scottish bastard that Thomas Princeton made look like a little bitch. You trusted someone and they burned you. Princeton was smart to turn on you because you are worthless to team with and worthless to wrestle against. I have a certain standard for opponents because I am a man of class and respect. I am the standard in which the former FWA wrestlers should hold themselves too. I am the guy they should aim to get respect from but they will never earn it because none of them will be here long enough to make that happen. FWA is dead and soon their careers will follow. I will live on. I will become the standard not only for wrestling but for humanity alongside my brothers under the tutelage of The Messiah Jimmy King. I will continue the legacy in my role as the Prince of FWA until the throne becomes mine and until that moment comes...HAIL TO THE KING!

    PAJ springs to his feet and he holds his pose, putting his fist on his chest and looking up into the ceiling, PAJ holds the pose as the scene slowly fades to black.

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    Re: Fight Night 01/24/14 Promo Threat (Due Today)

    ~Kingdoms~

    We open in an old tavern, or maybe a regular age tavern that happens to be in the olden days, as the dress sense is that of the middle ages. Fortunately, one patron opens a newspaper which reveals the date as the 3rd phase of the quarter moon, 1283. Okay, so a newspaper isn’t exactly setting the scene, but everything else in here suits the time right? I mean, that guy over there is getting beaten with sticks for saying “what if monkeys turned into peoples?”. And him over there said he’s off to get his leg sawn off to cure his foot odour, and hopes it grows back in time to walk to the edge of the world. And that lady’s laptop is clearly using a dial up connection.

    In one corner of the bar, four patrons sit around a table, their hoods covering their faces. There is no way of distinguishing between the four, save for the fact that despite being fully covered, one has left a gap in the cloak to display ample cleavage. One speaks.

    Cloaked Figure #1:
    “Shane, do you understand the plan?”

    The cloaked figure named Shane replies.

    Shane:
    “I’m Sorry, I wasn’t listening Whiteus. Is it true you don’t have a face?”

    Cloaked Figure #2:
    “Listen Shane! The plan needs to go off without any of your recent mistakes! On Frig’s Day, you must be fully clear on what we look to achieve if we plan to halt this takeover of these lands!”

    Shane’s head turns to this figure.

    Shane:
    “Adrian, why must we wait until Frig’s Day? They say you are a werewolf, is this not true?”

    There is a chuckle from inside Adrian’s cloak.

    Adrian:
    “I need not wait upon the largest of moon. But on this occasion, we wait until Frig’s Day.”

    Shane:
    “But I cannot wait! The king and his men must fall!”

    Cleavage Cloak:
    “A gentleman should never fire his weapon too early.”

    Shane:
    “Tell that to the Irish who come upon your shores lady Gabrielle.”

    Before a retort can be made, the door to the tavern swings open, and a royally dressed man walks in. He sneers around the occupants on the tavern as he approaches the bar and speaks to the bar man.

    Royally Dressed Man:
    “Peasant, this bar is upon the land of King Jimmy, and you will pay homage to me, Prince Thomas!”

    The bar man, begrudgingly, hands over a bag of silver, as Prince Tom notices the cloaked foursome watching him. He sneers, and with a sweep of his cape, leaves the bar.

    Adrian:
    “Shane, I know you have previous issues with the Prince, but patience, in but two sunrises, you shall have your chance for redemption.”

    Shane sighs and places some silver upon the table.

    Shane:
    “Very well, drink and be merry and we shall meet again upon Frig’s Day.”

    Shane walks out the door of Ye Olde Pube, but there is no sign of Prince Tom. He lowers his hood to reveal (as we would expect), Shane McLean. He chaps on the lid of a barrel, which pops open.

    Shane:
    “Thunder, did you see where Prince Tom went?”

    Thunder:
    “Hard to see from inside a barrel you idiot.”

    Shane McLean:
    “Bobby, we are doing a time piece here! Try to act correctly!”

    Bobby Thunder:
    “Okay, ye idiot.”

    Shane McLean:
    “Where be-eth Shawn?”

    Bobby Thunder:
    “One does not know, for you see, one was stuck in a goddamn barrel!”

    Shane sighs and pushes the lid down again on Thunder, and sits upon the barrel. He turns his head to the camera and speaks to it.

    Shane McLean:
    “Kingdoms, they seem a thing of the past you’d think huh? But, it seems a battle of two kingdoms is what we have at the moment. The once thriving kingdom of FWA, hit with plague, and in it’s moment of weakness, conquered by the invading kingdom of the CWA. But the conquest met with something it had not expected. Uprising. The proud FWA will stand, it shall fight. I am not alone in this, as my allies on Fight Night have shown. But, there are those who do not choose to fight, instead, lay down their swords, join who they feel have won. Team King, a talented collection no doubt, the FWA Champion Ryan Hall, PAJ and, as much as it pains me to say, the North American Champion Ryan Rondo. For now. And those whose greed rules all, Tom Princeton, who’s allegiance lays only where best suited to himself. On Fight Night, we stand to oppose them, as we shall continue to do, in just another of the many battles that shall make up this war. The King’s Shall Fall, as Shall the Prince.”

    At this point, Shawn Docherty appears from around the side of the tavern, rolling a sealed barrel.

    Shawn Docherty:
    “Shane, good news I have, for I have captured the Prince!”

    McLean looks dumbfounded, and reaches into his cloak, pulling out some papers.

    Shane McLean:
    “Well, I kinda dropped the whole medieval thing, and this isn’t it the script, but that’s how I like it, do tell, Sir Docherty!”

    Shawn Docherty:
    “I saw the Prince, and I have managed to capture him in this cask my Lord!”

    Shane leans in close to the barrel, putting an ear to it.

    “Purple Rain, Purple Raaaaiiiiinnn….”

    Shane looks up at Docherty.

    Shane McLean:
    “I know not how ye done this, and we may expect a lawsuit, but I think you may have captured the wrong Prince…”

    Shawn looks confused, and Shane beckons Docherty to run. The two hightail it, and we make to close the scene with the two barrels sat there. A voice sounds from inside one of the barrels.

    Bobby Thunder:
    “So, you got dragged into one of these too huh?”

    ~~~
    ~The Ace of Diamonds~
    ~Shane McLean~
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    Re: Fight Night 01/24/14 Promo Threat (Due Today)

    The Spirit Guide


    If you were to call last week a big week for Jason Gryphon, you would be called a liar. Last week was simply incredible for the former X-Division Champion. He took on one of the most decorated Superstars in FWA History and came out of the match with a victory. Michaud did not have the Syndicate by his side for this match and after a hard fought battle with the Mac Michaud; Jason added the head of another so called monster to his mantle. It is now unknown if or when Michaud will ever show his face in the company again. Defeating “The Monster” may or may not have been the biggest moment of the night for the “King of the Creatures” because of what would happen after the match. The opportunity finally arose for him to get a measure of revenge against the man that lied and betrayed him and Jason took full advantage. It may not have been the heroic thing to do, attacking the man from behind but there are no second chances in life. Jason knew that Ryan Hall would be walking backstage before his match with Drew Stevenson so he dressed up in the robe that Hall had given him when he convince Jason that he was going to be a part of something bigger than himself. Jason believed that Ryan Hall was going to lead him to the promise land but he only took him to the desert to be abandoned and for the vultures to pick at his head. Jason struck Ryan in the back of the head with the Lion’s Lariat and took down the World Champion. In one fell swoop, Jason reaped his vengeance on the man that had wrong him and was able to get hated out of his heart. Now Jason must look to the future once again because not only must he face Christian Quinn this week on Fight Night but it was announced this week because of his victory of Mac Michaud last week, Jason has been added to the Carnal Contendership match at Aces High. Gryphon now gets an opportunity to do something that he has never done before, earn his way to the Main Event of a FWA Pay-Per-View, and receive a World Heavyweight Championship Match.

    4 HOURS AGO

    It is a beautiful starry night without a cloud in the sky. The howl of Detriot metal can been heard off in the distance before a beautiful streak of black pulls up to the Harrah’s Cherokee Casino in the picturesqe moutains of North Carolina. Jason Gryphon slides out of his car and tosses the keys to the valet. He walks inside of the casino and the sounds of alarms and bells of casino games surrond him. In one corner you have an old man cursing out a video poker machine and you have a young hot shot celebrating as he rolls a seven at the craps table. Jason doesn’t appears to have any interest at the casino games as he makes his way to the elevator at the back of the casino. He hits the button for the top floor of the impressive structure and waits for the elevator to get to the top floor. When the elevators door opens, Jason makes his way to one of the offices at the back of the casino. Two large Native American guards are standing guard to one door, the very door that Jason is heading toward. Jason stands before the two large men and they do not move.

    GUARD #1:

    What is your business here?

    JASON GRYPHON:

    I have an appointment to see Chief Thunderfeather


    GUARD #2:

    Name?

    JASON GRYPHON:

    You don’t get cable in this casino do you?

    Both of the guard eyes squint as Jason cracks a joke.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    My name is Jason Gryphon. I am an old friend of the Chief’s

    Suddenly the large doors of the executive office open and a man around Jason’s age can be seen standing there.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    What seems to be the problems out here boys?

    JASON GRYPHON:


    The last time I saw you, there was only one feather in your head and now you are the big Chief.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    Jason? Jason Gryphon? What the hell are you doing here? Ha ha!

    The Chief pulls Jason into his arms with a big hug.


    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    It’s alright boys, stand down. This is an old friend of mine from back in school.

    Jason and the Chief walks into his office that is decorated with several Native American artifacts. Jason sits in front of the Chief’s desk and the Chief walks around his desk and sits in the large desk chair. Behind the Chief there is a large window that overlooks the casino.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    So what business do you have here Jason?

    JASON GRYPHON:


    I need to ask a big favor of you Chief.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    Ask your favor and I will see what I can do for you.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    I have been having a bit of trouble finding my center lately. All of the flash and styles of the way I have been living has seriously been blocking me from finding who I used to be. Every time I try to close my eyes and meditate, all I can hear are the sounds of people cheers and screaming my name. I need to be in a place is completely alone, somewhere I can be alone with all of the thoughts in my head. Maybe then I can block out the noises and sounds from my brain. To make a long story short, I need to use the sweat lodge.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    Jason, you know that use of the sweat lodge is sacred and only members of the tribe can use it.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    I understand that but I was hoping that you would be able to make an exception considering the majority of the artifacts that you have displayed in your office are things that I found while on digs for UNC.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    You had to bring that up didn’t you.


    JASON GRYPHON:


    I have to use every advantage that I get in life.

    The Chief stands up and looks out the window, down at all of the gamblers that are fruitlessly trying to win a jackpot.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    I may catch hell from the tribal elders because of this but after everything that you have done for us, I think it is clear that you are a friend to us.


    JASON GRYPHON:


    I am not just a friend of the tribe, I am your friend.

    Jason stands up and he puts his hands on the Chief’s shoulder.


    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:

    Ok, I will take you to the lodge, but I must warn you. You are going to expierence things there that you have never expierienced before. It can get a little trippy.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    I am ready for anything that comes my way.

    Jason and the Chief walk out of his large office and make there way down the hall to where the elevator is. The Chief pulls a card out of his pocket and slides it into a slot on the elevator console. The elevator moves up and one floor to a section of the casino reserves for tribal members only. The walk down the hall to a room with a solid oak door.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    This is the sweat lodge. There is a place for you to put your clothes before you go into the actual lodge. There are four stones in the center. Pour the water on the stones and prepare yourself. As the mosture leaves your body, you may begin to see and hear things.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    I cannot thank you enough for letting me do this Chief.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    I hope that you find what you are looking for in there Jason.

    The Chief pats Jason on the back and leaves him to do what he believes he must. Jason opens the door and walks into the lodge. He quickly disrobes and wraps a toliet around himself. Jason walks into the sweat lodge and sits down down on one of the benches. He grabs a spoonful of water and places it on the stones. Quickly the room heats up and Jason begins to sweat.

    PRESENT TIME

    Jason has been in the sweat lodge for several hours trying to center himself. The former X-Division Champion can be seen laying down on one of the benches that are in the lodge as he quietly meditates, trying to get rid of all of the noises in his head that have been placed into it as he continues his journey up the card of FWA. Jason is no longers sweating, almost every drop of mosture has left his body. His eyes begins to flutter and suddlenly the room goes black.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?

    When the lights come back on, Jason is no longer in the sweat lodge. He is deep in a medieval forest. The tree are so large that they almost block out of the sun. Jason begins to walk in the forrest and he calms out to ask if anyone is there.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    Hello? Anyone? ANSWER ME!

    Suddenly the sound of wings flapping can be heard from off in the distance. The tops of the trees begin to move and cut away. Jason looks up and sees an amazing sight coming down before him. A marvelous creature lands in front of him. His namesake with the head and wings of an eagle and the body of a lion land in the clearing infront of him. As the Gryphon’s beak begins to move, a voice comes from it inside of the cry of an eagle.
    THE GRYPHON:


    Hello Jason.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    How…how is this possible? I must be tripping balls right now.

    THE GRYPHON:


    The Chief told you that you would expierience sights and sounds like you have never heard or seen before. I am here because I am the one figures that you could focus in on in all of deep woods of your subconcious.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    Ok but why do you sound like Morgan Freeman?

    THE GRYPHON:


    You were watching The Shawshank Redemption last night and it is the first voice that popped inside of your head. Plus a Gryphon with the voice of Morgan Freeman is awesome.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    I am not going to argue with you there.

    THE GRYPHON:


    You have come here because you believe that you have lost a bit of yourself because of all of your success. The more that you achieve, the more you believe that you will lose of that young boy from North Carolina that wanted to make the memory of his dead wife last a little longer. The cheering fans, the fast cars, the long nights with beautiful women, and all of the other perks are tearing away at that. I am here to tell you that everything that you have accomplished is because of that, not inspite of it. It is time for you to stop worry about who you are or who you used to be and just have a little fun with what you are doing now.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    If all of this is true, why do I feel like I have an empty hole inside of myself. It feels like I have just been doing through the motions for the past couple of weeks. Even as I dispatched with Mac Michauld and sent him away from FWA til god knows when, I still feel like there is something missing from my life. I have tried to fill up that hold with everything fun that I can think of but nothing help. I have done everything that has been asked of me in the recent weeks. I have won championships, I have made fans of people from all around the world, and I have made love to several beautiful ladies. What are the answers?

    THE GRYPHON:


    Jason, I am merely a figment of your imagination. I am here only because your mind allow it. You know what you need to do in order to make yourself happy but you haven’t been able to admit it to yourself because you believe that you are above that sort of thing. Heroes are not exempt from wanting…

    JASON GRYPHON:


    No, don’t say it!

    THE GRYPHON:


    VENGENCE!

    Jason to his knees as he finally admits to himself what he truly needs to make himself happy.

    THE GRYPHON:


    When you attacked Ryan Hall last week on Fight Night, how did you feel? Did you like it? Did you love it? Did you finally feel alive for the first time since your battles with Michael Garcia?

    JASON GRYPHON:


    Yes, it felt good.

    THE GRYPHON:


    Tell that to yourself Jason. Admit it to yourself that you love beating the men that caused you so much pain. Fill that hole in your heart with vengence and incredible things will begin to happen.


    JASON GRYPHON:


    Fine! I admit it! I love it when I faced off against Michael Garcia in an Empty Arena Match. I loved that fact that it was just him and me in the middle of the ring where I didn’t have to impress anymore but myself. I loved it when I through him down on the announced table and laid his unconcious body upon it. I loved it when I climbed the turnbuckle and made that flying leap. It was like I had wings, soaring magestically down through the clouds until I came crashing down onto that 400 lbs piece of fun garbage. I knew then that he was no long a threat to me and everything was right in the wrong. I felt alive when I did that and no matter what I have done in the months since then, I have never felt more alive than when I got my revenge on him for everything that he had done to me. He had beaten me down, got me fired, and tried to turn my creatures against me. Everything that he had done had failed and blow up in his face because I had dispatched with him once and for all.

    As Jason stands in the middle of the forrest, suddenly a beautiful pair of white wings begin to sprout from Jason’s back.

    THE GRYPHON:


    What are you going to do now?


    JASON GRYPHON:


    I am going to focus on getting my revenge on the one man that truly made me look like a fool. I am going to get my vengence against Ryan Hall. One time of beating him down in a hall way is not enough for me. That man fooled me into believing in him and had me believe that we were going to be able to change the FWA together, side by side. What did I get for my troubles? I got a target on my back with everyone and their Grandma gunning for me because I tried to take out the Syndicate. The Syndicate my be gone from this company but their legacy is that of lies and deceit. That legacy is something that Hall and made his own. In order to me to get my total revenge against him, I am going to have to take the one thing away from him that he truly loves. I am going to have to take away his World Championship. Being the face of FWA gives Ryan Hall the spotlight that he loves more than anything. Being in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand is like crack to Hall. He just cannot get enough of it. If I can take the World Championship away from him, the spotlight will fade from Hall and The Last King will fall to The King of the Creatures.

    THE GRYPHON:


    Yes but before you can get to Hall, you must win the Carnal Contendership and beat Christian Quinn. You cannot let those challenges stand in your way.

    Jason falls to his knees and his hands slowly morph into a pair of talons.

    JASON GRYPHON:


    I am not going to let some pompous twit like Christian Quinn get in the way of my absolute revenge against that bastard Ryan Hall. This week on Fight Night I am going to rise up like never before and I am going to take my Mythology to another level as I wait for the Carnal Contendership. Christian Quinn is nothing more than a stepping stone for me. I am going to beat him in an Instant and it is going to be Classic. This week all of my creatures will find a new reason to stand up and cheer for me. I will not abandon them as I find a new path to glory. Vengence against Hall will be something more beautiful with them by my side. Together, We are Mythology. Our Creed, Our Call, it should be given a new voice now. It shall be one the lips and tounges of the Gods as they see what I am going to do to Christian Quinn this week on Fight Night. I am going to rip that pretty face of his off and I will devour it as I imagine what I am going to get to do Ryan Hall. Quinn is nothing more than a means to an end to me this week. He is a showcase for the amount of pain that our Mythology can accomplish. I am Jason Gryphon! I am the King of the Creatures! I am The Living Mythology! I AM!

    Jason’s body becomes covered with hair and he gets down on all fours and his head changes into that of any eagle. The two Gryphons begin to flap their wings and they leave the ground, soaring high into the beautiful blue sky. When all you can see is sky blue, Jason wakes up in the changing room of the sweat lodge with the Chief splashing water on his face and trying to get Jason to drink some water.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:


    Come on Jason, drink the water.

    Jason takes the water bottle in this hand and drinks what is left in the bottle.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:

    You are a new fool. You were severly dehydrated. You can’t spend 5 hours in a sweat lodge without drinking some water.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    I saw him. He was beautiful.

    CHIEF THUNDERFEATHER:

    Who? Who did you see?

    JASON GRYPHON:

    I saw myself Chief and I saw who I need to become in order my make myself happy again. In order to become happy again, I need the challenges of a brand new day and I need to reveap an Unholy Vengence on all of those that have dared to stand against our Mythology. I want you to watch Fight Night this week Chief because you are going to see something that you are never going to forget. You are going to see a side of myself that will make your Gods happy that you allowed me to step foot on your sacred ground. This Fight, Jason Gryphon will be reborn.



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    "I don't want or need anyones help. Drew is a piece of work and I will put him in his place. He wants wrestling, he'll get it from me."

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    No Rest For the Wicked...

    Do you really think Jethro sleeps at night? He's a husk of a man... Constantly plotting and planning... How can he take control of the board? How can he destroy the lives of those who cross him? Will it keep them down? Can it take him to the next level? He constantly plots and plans. His subconscious screams at him when he sleeps. He dreams of guilt, even shame. Wasted woes, in his opinion, that keep him from realizing his own potential. So he doesn't sleep. His gaunt skin clings to his face, as he readies his razor. His eyes, droop in physical and mental exhaustion, highlighted by the bright white of the shaving cream on his face. In the mirror, his five o'clock shadow slowly begins to disappear as he drags the blade across his face. A spot of blood appears on his left cheek, but he ignores it... It slowly drips down his chin and onto the counter of the sink. He mildly grimmaces but it doesn't stop him from repeatedly dragging the razor over the same wound to cut all the pesky whiskers left over. His eyes slowly drift towards the left of the mirror to a picture. A full 8x10 of Lord Vincent Takaab Blackbird, flanked by his associates, Amber and River. His eyes contort slightly... plotting... planning on how he can continue to peck away at the Empire. Further distracting himself from shaving, he knicks the same wound again even drawing more blood. He grimmaces again. But continues to look at the picture. He whicks the blood of his razor, which splatters everywhere on the counter, mirror... even the picture. He quickly finishes shaving, throwing the razor blade into the sink. The cut, due to the shaving cream and water flows like a steady stream down his face and onto the sink counter. Finally, he looks at himself in the mirror... snapping back to reality. He sighs, splashing some water on his face to clean off the blood and leftover cream. The wound still flows pretty heavily, as he turns off the faucet.

    Jethro Warren: Flow river, flow...

    Jethro grabs a towel and slowly walks out of the bathroom. He starts humming slightly.

    Jethro Warren: Past the shady tree... Flow river, flow... to the sea.

    Jethro continues to sing and hum as he nods his head, as blood slowly continues to cascade down his face.

    Later On

    Dressed in a nice, but simple three piece suit, Jethro Warren is live and in living color. Fight Night match just moments away. Still sporting a slight wound from his shave earlier, Warren sneers into the camera.

    Jethro Warren: Drew... even though we're tag team partners this week... Let me make one thing abundantly clear. Don't discount me as some hardcore reject... Some guy who wants to mutilate himself with glass for the amusement of some FWA fans. You know far better than to underestimate me like that. I don't want to do it... At least, not to myself. If these imbeciles... just like Vincent has learned... All I care about... is getting them out of my way... Permanently, if I can...

    Jethro chuckles.

    Jethro Warren: I'm sure you don't share that philosophy Drew. You want to beat people at your game. You bring them up to your level, just to slap them back down. The Emerald Championship is sole proof of that. It doesn't count if it's not on the Stevenson Standard. Me... on the other hand... If they want barbed wire and glass... I'll sink down to their level... and stick that glass so far into them that they'll never walk again. Much less put up a fight against me... There's no rest for this wicked man. I'll sink to Carmine's level and tear his ego to shreds with verbose tenacity... Tobias wants to be the daring high flyer... I'll clip his wings. I play at their level and destroy them. Another stepping stone to my greatness... whatever the cost. Even you Drew... personally... I like you, but if you get in my way... I'll come up to your level and take your belt. I do what I have to do... Can you?

    Jethro sneers slightly as he storms away from the camera and down the hallway.

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    Darkness is so rare for this figure. So often defined by the white light, the purity and "goodness." He was the knight that fought for what was "right," whatever that was. He was the "Heart of a Champion," and "The Golden One." He was a sunrise, and then a sunset. He was a glowing light, a reason to smile and a reason to hope.

    He was the positive. He was an addition. He gave everyone a reason to cheer.

    The last sentence remains. The rest has changed. No more glowing light. No more sunrise or sunset. A moon-less night sky. Darkness. Just a stoic face's peering eyes glaring through the black and into your soul.

    No setting. No metaphor. No analogy. Nothing flashy. No eccentric story to be told. Not high in the rafters. Just the man known as "The Golden One" Devin Golden. His gold and white face paint is NOT covering the rest of his facial features. His black trench coat is NOT offering an ever-dark appearance on an already hypnotic look. His wrestling tights are NOT hidden. His long black hair is NOT dangling like yarn over his eyes, offering once more an almost-gothic presentation. No, he stands with his clean-cut appearance, the one on posters and billboards and viewed as the fresh-faced leader for the FWA's future.

    But he stands in darkness.

    Everything around him remains pitch black. No tables. No rafters. No titles. Just a brief case hangs in thin air, obviously held at the handle by this man's left hand. He stands motionless, silent, and the voice of Devin Golden speaks over this scene. Lips of the man don't move. The dubbed over voice is the recognizable offering of wisdom and clarity that we've come to know.


    "Someone will say Team King is a "team." Someone will say they are united for a singular cause, a universal agreement and acceptance. Three men in something for their own selfish reasons is not a team, not in it for a singular cause and not in universal agreement. They are together as a mask.

    The team...is three men...and one women...who don't need to call themselves a 'team.' They are the four men pulled together not because of choice but because of force. They are the four who had their hand pushed to an action. FWA's soldiers. No friends here. No enemies. No respect. No ill will. Just an understanding of what must be done.

    THAT...is a team."


    The camera begins a slow pan around the heralded veteran, who remains motionless and simply glaring into the soul of the viewer.

    "PAJ was battle tested and at the end of the rope took the easy way out. PAJ is a future World Champion in the FWA, if he wishes. He is as talented as they come but not someone who is willing to go the extra 1 percent. He showed 99 percent last week. He hasn't been able to go the extra one. Each person standing opposite he, his allies and Jimmy King can go the extra 1 percent. Gabrielle. WOLF. Shane McLean. They can go the extra 1 percent because they are pure in their fight. They know what is at stake. History. Tradition. Legacy. Everything the four have worked for to this point, every classic match and feud, every memorable storyline and every notch on their way to greatness is at risk of becoming nothing but a footnote to someone else's story. When faced with those possibilities, going the extra 1 percent is an easy decision."

    The camera continues panning around, still as slow as possible, almost as if showing off a prized possession. The ultimate prized possession. The secret weapon, so to speak.

    "Ryan Rondo is of similar stroke. A man with every talent possible. Someone who has MORE talent than myself. Someone who at times is BETTER than each and every person standing against him. But someone without that extra piece of 'it.' That extra inch. A man who once knew what it was to be a 'team,' by my own guidance. Now he is a man who believes in a different 'team' only to achieve his own individual goals. Karma be damned. No, karma not be damned, Rondo. Karma never be damned. Karma is always watching, just like Whyte Thunder. Always watching. Always seeing. Always remembering."

    The slow pan stops when directly at a 90-degree angle to Golden, who has turned his head that exact degree to keep a glare fixed. The pan then reverses and begins rotating slowly back the other way, and the head slowly moves in conjunction with the eyes never breaking contact.

    "And the last of the three, Ryan Hall, a man who deserves so many words and so much venom. He deserves spit on the ground in front of his steps. He deserves mockery. He deserves laughter. He deserves sneers and snickers. He deserves it all, but it's of no use since he cares not what others think of him. He only cares for himself. And so long as he has the power, and has the FWA World Championship, he'll continue to parade himself to the ring and bombard people with his egocentric plight and individualism-dominated life choices. His ugly selfishness. His predictable mind games."

    The pan has returned to the straight-on look and now has reached the other 90 degrees as the face continues to turn like an evil, possessed robot.

    "Thomas Princeton, a man thrown into the mix for his relation with Rondo and Shane McLean. A man not on Team King but living by the same values. A man who will join something solely because it meets his own selfish goals of reaching individual platforms."

    The camera panning stops once more as it reaches the 90-degree angle. The figure stops gazing and suddenly, it is pushed over. What we believed was really "Devin Golden" was just a two-dimensional cardboard cutout of the superhero. And appearing behind him wearing his classic white and gold face paint with the dark trench coat and long, gothic-like black hair...Whyte Thunder himself.

    "Why do WOLF, Gabrielle and Shane McLean fight against Jimmy King and his hand-picked people? Why? Because they don't view their wrestling careers from individualism. They view it from a group effort. They hope to leave something behind, leave this place better than when they joined. They are unselfish at heart, true to the three letters, when push comes to shove. They may not always be unselfish, but when someone threatens the FWA's existence, its blood and its heritage, they stand right there. That's who they are NOW. Yes, Gabrielle and WOLF once were in the Great Siege. Yes, Shane McLean was once in the Unholy Uprising. Yes, those groups once tried to 'take over' the FWA in slightly similar manners that Jimmy King tries now. And yes, maybe in three years PAJ and I will stand together, or myself and Ryan Rondo, or myself and Thomas Princeton. But in the current frame of mind, this is where we are. Three men siding with Jimmy King. A fourth siding with whoever garners the best hand when the cards are flipped. And four others siding with what they feel is right for the whole, not what they feel is right for just their part.

    It is one team versus four men."

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    Thomas Princeton Promo

    Inside the Hammerstein Ballroom...

    "The Orange Man" plays over the loudspeakers and the almost forgotten but familiar sound of boos enters the atmosphere to accompany "The Prince of Darkness" Thomas Princeton. Tom smirks as he marches down to the ring in an Armani suit with a matching tie. He stands in the middle of the ring and stretches out his arms in pride as he is showered with jeers. He laughs a bit and then is handed a microphone as he tries to talk the crowd is still drowning out his voice.

    Tom: Hello--

    Tom waits for a moment, he licks his teeth then speaks again.

    Tom: Hello my--

    [b]Crowd: Shut the hell up! Shut the hell up! Shut the hell up!

    Now Tom is annoyed and he speaks into the microphone loudly.

    Tom: No! You all can shut the hell up!

    Louder boos but they subside as Tom speaks.

    Tom: You all act like what I did was so terrible! Like what I did was so wrong? Are you all crying and booing me because you felt I betrayed Shane McLean? Your precious ace of diamonds?! You are all clearly a bunch of people who never played anything to win. I did what was necessary, I did what was right for me and the FWA! That's right, I said it! I am not aligning myself with Jimmy King I am aligning myself with the winning team, the team that allows me to challenge for the North American title! If I could have challenged for the title without taking out Shane and mixing it up with Ryan Rondo trust me I would, but I didn't have that option so I took the opportunity that crossed my path. Yes it was deceitful but that's why they call me the prince of darkness, I don't hold punches and I'm always looking for the upperhand.

    And because of my cunning intelligence I am now in a prime position to take the North American title and become the first person ever to win the belt three separate times! It's a recipe for success and I'm the master chef! And now look at me, in the main event leading into one of the biggest events of the year! Oh, I'm just chomping at the bit to humiliate my former allies in a match. I say allies with sarcasm, even when they had every reason to trust me I was a second thought to them! They never respected me, they laughed at me behind my back but whose laughing now? Hahahaha! Wolf, Whyte Thunder, Gabrielle and of course Shane McLean now I bet all of you pathetic saps wish you had given me the respect that I deserved. When King and all his men came into the FWA I offered my help, I should have been at the forefront of the FWA the new face, the hero but you in your ever more predictable ways made Thunder and Gabrielle the shining beacons of hope. And I once again was on the outside looking in, and I can't wait for you all to get a taste of how it felt to be under someone else's boot!

    Do I like Ryan Hall, PAJ or Ryan Rondo? Hell no! I hate them just as much as the other team, the difference is in this moment it's the best way for me to get what I want. Screw Jimmy King and his over inflated ego, none of that will matter once I win the NA title and climb back to the top and become the face of this brand. And then everyone will see that it was my turn to be the number one superstar, and they will all feel like fools for having ignored me during such a crucial moment in history. I know some people may be confused that I just insulted my own teammates but when you are the best member on a team you can say things like that. I'm the Sherman to Shane McLean's Crabtree.


    Tom grins and smiles into the crowd, taking in all their hatred.

    Tom: As messed up as my team our opponents are truly in dire straights. Wolf is so worn down from all of this I'm shocked he doesn't need a cane to get into the ring. That's what happens when you mess with the bull Wolfy boy, you get the horn! Then there is the beautiful Gabrielle Montgomery, the woman who has changed last names more times than she's changed her panties! Gabrielle the woman who once was so proud but now is begging for the scraps of her respective masters, a dog on a leash and her dog bowl is the warm bed of whichever man...or woman has taken her in. Gabrielle actually thinks she stands a chance at defeating someone was well connected as Jimmy King, her best chance is to do what she does best and lay on her back and spread her legs. That might be her only chance of swaying Mr. King.

    Then I see Whyte Thunder, the man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Heh, just trying to make it on by, but if Whyte Thunder was honest with you people he'd tell you what you already know...he doesn't have what he takes to defeat Team King. Now I am not affiliated with Team King, and still am not and if I'm being honest I'd make a deal with Thunder if he could find something interesting to leverage. But he had plenty of chances before to simply ask for my help. He never was that smart though and now he's left with a misfit team against seasoned vets who will tear them limb from limb.

    And finally Shane McLean, the Ace of Diamonds but he can be easily dealt with. This will just be a taste of things to come, my warm up to my overall goal of becoming champion once more! It felt so nice to knock your block off last week, especially after how you ignored me during our match. Though you shouldn't feel bad about it though, I had been planning to betray you for weeks, it was only a matter of time. I was just waiting to pick my spot but once I realized that you losing would put me in position to challenge for the North American title the whole game changed. And guess who just ended up on the losing side?

    This match is more than just a chance to show off, it's my time to finally break free of the life I used to live. Sure it was fun to hear the crowd cheer my name, but it got old fast. And losing and having to keep a grin on my face was a real killer. Now I can just be who I am inside and cause destruction! I am at my best when I operate like this, herding the sheep of the world to their untimely failures. This week will be no different and when I finally seize my opportunity and gain one last notch before I become North American champion! Not to mention it is a great time to enact revenge on so many who wronged me! I will finally once again be known as the man who destroys hopes and dreams and builds empires! My name is Thomas Princeton...And I'm better than you!

    Tom drops the mic and the crowd boos as he walks up the entrance ramp with a growl on his smug face.


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    “Who the hell is Ben Cryos?”

    That question had been plaguing Ashley all week, after seeing his wife with him on the news. There was a small voice in the deep recesses of his mind trying to remind him that he had found himself in the carnal embrace of Gabrielle's arms before she even met Ben. Or was that true? What if...?

    The past was always going to be a bunch of “What-if”'s. Nothing could be done about that. He had spoken to his cousin Raquel, and to Moira's brother Christian. Both had been mediators between him and Moira as of late it seemed. Both confirmed the same thing.

    Moira Crawford was happy.

    Sometimes it's the defeats outside of the ring that hurt the most.

    He parked his car outside the grey office building that had summoned him, looking at the time. He was early. The last thing he wanted was to wait around in a waiting room. He sighed, leaning back in his seat and pulled out his phone.

    “CWA's Jack Gekko joins FWA with Open Contract. Set to face Ashley O'Ryan”

    Ashley: “Who the hell is Jack Gekko?”

    Google. The benefits of a technological society make it easy to find the answer. Ashley scans over his bio and a smile comes over the corner of his lips as he reads.

    “Lack of remorse or guilt...no concern for suffering of victims...coldhearted...un-empathetic...With a dark past that channels through every time he speaks.”

    Could have been the bio for a younger Stu St.Clair, or Ryan Hall at any point. Hell, there were a bunch of underachieving wrestlers who had come and gone that could have fit the profile.
    Still, Ashley had to say something. More because it would kill some time, but also because it was going to likely be a damn good outlet.

    Ashley flips his phone to video mode, positions it...

    recording

    Ashley: “Jack Gekko. G'day. Me name is Ashley O'Ryan. Or as you'll soon come to know me, the harbinger of a very brutal six months fer yerself. Now I'm guessing you 'ave no idea who the feck I am. But I can fergive the ignorance, fer two reasons. The first being, yer from the CWA, so that sort of thing is expected at this point. The second being because I don't care who the feck you are. Despite wot I'm sure King 'as in plan fer you, in the six months of this “open contract” I'm sure you'll barely register on the radar. In seven months, you'll be a fading memory.

    I'm sure in yer 'ead full of delusions of grandeur, in six months you are going to turn the FWA on it's 'ead.

    You fit the profile of so many wankers that 'ave tried and failed with longer time periods to work with. Yer not a threat. A stain on a shirt is more of a threat. You know 'ow I know?

    Because you got a bloody bodyguard, me boy.”


    Ashley rolls his eyes, laughing.

    Ashley: “You got some 300lbs juiced up roid monkey who is going to stroke at any moment in yer little “team”. You know what that says to me? It says to me that you aren't confident enough to go through life without a bigger man to take care of you when things get rough.

    Things are going to get very rough Jack, and BM Colt won't be damn 'elp. You, in all yer cockiness thinking you could dominate two brands, walked into the nest, and the hornets are NOT friendly.

    Well, I'm probably the nicest one. Which says a lot."


    He flashes a quick smile

    Ashley: “Because I am going to EAT you ALIVE.”

    There's fire in his eyes as he stares at the camera.

    Ashley: “And if I'm going to do that, imagine what Wolf will do. You expect to walk across the border into THIS LAND and expect us to just 'and over anything without a foit? Face it me boy, thanks to Jimmy, everything with the CWA label coming our way is viewed as a threat, and will be treated as such. In a way, I pity you. But not enough to give a man like you sympathy.

    This isn't me first rodeo. I know wot type of man you are.

    'is biggest fan, cold, arrogant.

    To arrogant to realize in the scheme of things, yer an even bigger pawn in the FWA.

    You won't become a king 'ere.

    But you will 'ear “checkmate”.


    Ashley stops recording, and uploads.

    @CWATeamGekko
    I sent you a video to welcome you to the FWA. Enjoy.

    Ashley looks at the time, a long sigh emitting from him as he exits the car and walks into the building and up to the fourth floor. He walks down the long hall to door number 408.

    Jonathan Quimby, divorce lawyer.

    He walks through the door.

    Jonathan: Hello Ashley. Everything is in order, would you like to read the paperwork?

    A lump formed in Ashleys throat. Sometimes Sometimes it's the defeats outside of the ring that hurt the most.

    Ashley: No.

    Jonathan: Very well, sign here and I'll take care of the rest. Ms. Crawford has already been in to take care of her part.

    Ashley stared at the paper, then put the pen to it.


    Record of Divorce
    _____________ ....

    Moira Crawford

    Ashley O'Ryan

    Jan 22, 2014.

    Ashley: "To new beginnings. Sláinte, Moira. Sláinte"
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