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    Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread

    This is the promo thread. Wala! The following is the promo deadline. ooooooooo. Promos will be due Saturday, March 1 at midnight pacific time, 3 am Sunday, March 2 eastern time. No extensions, no regrets.

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    Re: Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread

    As already seen on Drew Stevenson's person website, EmeraldAcademy.com, we here at the FWA broadcast Stevenson's promo for the upcoming Fight Night!

    http://wrestlingclique.com/showthread.php?t=155272

    - FWA.com

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    Re: Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread

    The road to trust
    (Jones just now getting to the arena and is looking at the match card for tonight)

    Jones- Are you kidding me? Are you fricking kidding me? Come on man this is just getting worst and worst. Instead of having me earn the trust of some of the fwa talent I have to team with him?

    Man, this is gonna be awkward. Why in the world did they team me up with him? I just don't get it maybe it's because I still compete with cwa. Everytime I have a chance to prove myself something happens whether my tag partner just leaves or they ask to be put on the other team and now this. As I said this is getting worst and worst man.

    All I want to do is help and yet everytime I try something happens and I get the short end of the stick.I don't know maybe the upper management team is testing me to see what I do. I did have that Jimmy king guy type thing following me before I even had a match. Oh well I just hope gekko can put all the past aside for tonight. As it looks like it's gonna be a tough challenge.



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    Re: Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread




    At a house show prior to Fight Night this week with some non-televised talent getting a few matches in for the fans. Suddenly between matches...





    We are not your kind of people.
    You seem kind of phoney.
    Everything's a lie.



    "Not your kind of People" blares out of the PA system as the fans get to their feet expecting Christian Quinn when suddenly out from the back steps Lucian Ace, he steps out to some boos and some cheers from the fans, some people unable to boo somebody they've seen grow up around the company. Quinn soon follows wearing the usual suit although the suit jacket is not buttoned up and has a sapphire blue tie on. Lucian wore a pair of jeans a black zip up hoodie open with the hood up. He walks down the ramp eyeing the different reactions he's getting from the fans leaning over the ramp way with Quinn following him with a smirk on his face. Lucian walked around the ring and takes the microphone from the announce desk before rolling under the bottom rope. He walks to the center of the ring and stopped taking a slow look around at some of the fans his nostrils flared a little as the music stopped. He stood quiet for a moment, he still looked quite unwell and the hand holding the microphone was shaking for some reason as he held it up to his mouth



    Lucian Ace: I...


    Ace was cut off when the fans boos got louder. Christian Quinn leans to Ace and he whispers something in his ear. Lucian lowered the mic gritting his teeth, he looked around raising the mic again



    Lucian Ace: What so you turn your backs on me and now you're trying to take my freedom of speech? Just..like..you people in Hammerstein Ballroom at Aces High I will say whatever the hell I want. : The fans started to boo: SHUT YOUR MOUTHS! : He growls into the mic : Listen to you all, look around, look to the person next to you and know that just like every arena full of fans over this world that you are exactly the same in that you crush the dreams of professional wrestlers all over the world. From chants of 'you cant wrestle' to boos to chants of 'boring' like you think you have some kind of right to dictate what you see. You don't pull up outside an Actors house and boo them, or heckle them because you didn't like the fact they were in a movie. No. But for some reason you think that like the judgemental maggots you are you can pay your entry fee and take your seats and you can judge us, judge ME like you even have a clue what I'm going through? : he seethes : I've been trying so hard to be a better man, to become someone that you...the fans could be proud of. : he chuckles : How naive of me right? How stupid of me to do anything for you fickle morons. You killed Lucian Ace in Hammerstein Ballroom, you sucked the passion right out of me. You left me with nothing, you turned your backs on me when I needed my fans the most and for what? Because I didn't give you your one hour match? Because I didn't put my life on the line. I WAS JUST DIAGNOSED WITH SKIN CANCER! But you selfish sons of bitches don't care about that do you? Huh? Do you? You booed me, you booed me like I'd walked out here and said your town, your local hockey team or your local football team sucked. You woke me up, you took the blinkers off of me and I realized that you don't give a rats ass about anybody but yourselves. You don't care if we live or die in this ring, hell you'd probably rather we died out here because you'd have seen a good show. I've seen video footage on youtube of Owen Hart falling down. You sick fucks felt the urge to put it up for the world to see, a husband, a father, and uncle, a son and you put his death onto youtube for the world of cynics to leave comment on. This is real life, this WAS my life and you people shit on that because I for one night of my life....stopped giving. It's take, take, take with you people and you give us nothing in return and all we ever, all we EVER asked for was to be appreciated for our talent, as human beings and you people can't even give a wrestler that. You're sick, you killed me. You hollowed me out....But most of all you woke me up. In fact I bet you people want to see Jack Gekko and Thomas Jonson put their differences aside for one night to make sure they beat me right? You WANT those two to beat me don't you? DON'T YOU?!


    He yelled rather aggressively as the fans started booing more so now as Lucian snarled out at them narrowing his eyes, maybe in aggression or maybe he was trying to focus on them. His words were rather slurred so it was clear to see he wasn't sober. He scoffs, shaking his head. Quinn takes the microphone from Lucian amidst the increasing volume of boos raining down on the pair. He lifts it to his mouth and teases speaking but he smirks to the crowd and decides to let the boos come down some more.


    Langdon: I think Lucian is drunk again, Sam.


    McDonald: This is all Christian Quinns fault. He is corrupting this young mans mind instead of helping get over his issues just to see him fall. If Inazuma Izaya was still around this wouldn't happened.


    Christian Quinn: Peoplejust don't understand talent when they see it, people don't know how to nurture it, people don't know how to help it grow. I, Christian Quinn, have grown my own talent and I know how it is done. I've been helping poor Lucian here finally realise his true potential, help him understand just what he's capable of... and most of all, I have helped him see that he owes you all NOTHING. Just like me. We are extraordinary people, not your kind of people, I can see. We aren't the same breed as Jack Gekko or the supposed Iceman. You all know it. When Christian Quinn's name comes up against anyone, you all know that the opposition has nothing. Thomas Jones is too busy worrying about whether he will be accepted - but I can one hundred PERCENT guarantee him that he won't. He won't be accepted by me. or Lucian for that matter. We know just what we are and we are echelons above Jones. For that matter, we are also far superior to whoever Jack Gekko is. A nonamer who has crossed the divide to the FWA from a noname company. The only place that matters is the FWA. Why? Because Christian Quinn is here. Because it's where special things are going to happen. You're going to see Lucian Ace blossom into a masterpiece - courtesy of yours truly. Ace is a believer, a believer in Christian Quinn and a believer in himself, a believer in superiority over equality. Lucian Ace ISN'T in freefall, he's merely realising that he is bigger than ALL of you, he's bigger than Gekko, Jones and anybody else that wishes to oppose him. And that's because of the guidance from the man they call Deus.


    Baxter: Lucian shouldn't listen to this man. It's all his fault.


    Lucian Ace:
    Well I guess that's that, huh?


    He shakes his head, moving over he takes a seat down in the corner resting an arm on the bottom rope as he wasn't even making the effort to stand for the fans any more, he rested his head against the turnbuckle. Quinn takes centre stage of the ring again and speaks amidst a few whistles and hisses from the crowd. Although they seem impartial to any mention of Jones and Gekko, they still refuse to cheer for Quinn whenever he opens his mouth.


    Christian Quinn: So, you all prove just how foolish you all are, you make us out as villains yet you know nothing of our opponents, you don't want to cheer for them. Just like Ryan Rondo, PAJ and Ryan Hall, the crowd is turning its back on the FWA. You can't cheer for the Instant Classic? A household name! You can't cheer for Lucian Ace? A man who is going to become a great champion once he endures and overcomes all of his current adversities. Instead you sit there and secretly wish that Jack Gekko and Thomas Jones win a matchup that they have NO HOPE IN HELL of winning!? Pathetic. Peasantry at its finest. Christian Quinn knows that none of you are fit enough to lick his boots or Lucian Ace's. But he didn't think that the FWA fans were so SPINELESS. At least that worthless git Rondo had the balls to admit he turned his back. At least Wolf's bitch had the pride in ditching the FWA and showing his allegiance. At least the bushfire had the guts to hold that belt proud and high above his head as he pissed every one of you off. But you all can't admit that you're traitors too, wishing that the CWA guys beat the FWA guys, FWA STANDOUTS! If I was in charge of this company, i'd have anyone with an IQ of less than 40 banned from the building... but then there'd be nobody in this company besides me and Ace!

    Quinn passes the microphone to Ace who refuses to get up as he sits against the ropes with the mic to his mouth.


    Lucian Ace: The day you would rather a couple of CWA maggots like Jakk Gekko and Thomas Jones win than somebody who has done what I have done for you people. Well I guess I know where I stand. Jakk spelled with two Ks, we never did get that match at Aces High and who knows when we will. Frankly I just don't like you, I hate the fact that you parade yourself around here like you own this place. You have no idea what's running through my head right now. You have no idea the pain I have felt over the last few weeks. You have NO IDEA what it's like to be going through what I'm going through. But you should go ahead and consider yourself part of the problem because while you may not have made the mistake of falling for the bullcrap these fans feed you like I did, you are one the voices that keeps ticking over in my head. All the mocking you've done to me. You're no better than them Jakk, you're no better than these hecklers in the seats. You stand from afar and you bully, you poke fun at until somebody snaps....well Jakk maybe I'm closer to snapping than you thing. Maybe you've pushed and you've pushed and I'm back against the wall with no option but to lash out. To fight back...to snap. : he sneers : I know what you're thinking Jakk..you're thinking what all these people are thinking. You think I have already snapped, you think falling off the wagon means that I can't do it any more You're...dead...wrong. I'm warning you now, keep on pushing, keep on poking this sleeping dog because one day...,maybe one day soon - I will turn and I will bite.


    He remained quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time as he sat there in the corner, almost treating it like he was alone backstage when in effect he was in an arena filled with people who were now starting to chant mixed chants of 'BOOORING!' and 'WE WANT WRESTLING!'. Lucian raised the mic back to his lips, completely disregarding the chants. Quinn stands smirking at the crowd, letting the hate hit him full pelt. He doesn't care, Ace has it under control, he knows what he wants to say.



    Lucian Ace: Thomas... : The fans again cut him off with boos : SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS! : He Yells again : Thomas, like me you've fallen for what cheap thrills these fans can give you when you step through the curtains and there's that reaction, that standing ovation. Like a drug isn't it Tom? Your heart beats and you think it might just burst out of your chest. But it won't because that feeling will be gone come morning time when you wake up with a splitting headache after being hit with the Hyoryu Senbi. That reaction won't be there after the match when you're being stitched up in the trainers room, when you're lying in a hospital bed...when you find out about cancer in the hospital bed - that reaction won't be there Tom. That reaction won't be there because these fans don't give a crap about you the second you step out of the ring, the second you step off camera. Thomas I have seen more than a 19 year old should have seen. I have had shoulder surgery, I have had my head split open and I have been to the top of the mountain and back again. I did all that under the pretence that these people wanted me too, that all these people wanted me to be that man. I have seen these people turn on people they apparently loved at the click of somebodies fingers. These people don't love you Thomas...these people will ride your health, ride your hopes, ride your dreams....ride you into the ground Thomas. It's what they do. Well they won't get me Thomas, will you let them get you?


    He uses the rope to pull himself up a little groggy like as he stands leaning in the corner, he glanced back at the ramp way. Quinn takes the mic from Ace. The crowd boos the Instant Classic as he lifts it to his mouth to speak. He stops again and looks around and raises his arms at them all.


    Baxter: This is embarassing for Lucian Ace! He's clearly inebriated!

    Christian Quinn: Ace reminds Christian Quinn of Christian Quinn when he speaks. Verbal gold. We could stand here all day... infact, this last five or so minutes is MORE THAN WORTH YOUR MONEY! Why not? Why don't we just stand here for the rest of the show and tell you what's what until you finally understand? First of all, you'd learn that this experience right now is absolutely priceless. Do you know how many people dream of seeing Christian Quinn stand in a ring and address them directly? Count yourselves lucky. This is SOMETHING you'll tell your GRANDCHILDREN ABOUT!



    Quinn lowers the mic and smirks at the crowd and buttons up his suit jacket, winking to the crowd and posing before passing the mic to Ace as the crowd voices its displeasure. Suddenly out from the back come a few security guards as Lucian lowered the mic rolling his eyes, he raises the mic once more as the fans cheer and applaud the security.



    Lucian Ace: Oh now what the hell is this huh?


    The security guards come down the ramp telling Ace to cut it because he's interfering with the house show and they need to get the show back on track, Quinn walks over to Ace and whispers something in his ear before slinking out of the ring and walking backwards up the ramp, not glancing at any of the security guards. He keeps his eyes fixated on Ace, letting him say his final piece. He jokingly walks over to some fans and poses for them before turning his back and walking away as Ace speaks, eventually disappearing.



    Lucian Ace: Oh you're pulling my plug? What so someone else can come out here for these idiots to heckle? You're pulling me off because of...


    Lucian continues to talk but the power in his mic has been cut. The fans cheer loudly as Lucian looks at the mic with a snarl as he tosses it down. He rolls out of the ring as the Guards come to get him but he shrugs off their aid making his way to the back as the fans boo him as he goes.
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    Re: Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread

    As I relax on the nice leather couch in my office down in Miami, Florida and drinking some sake while Amber lays against me fixated on the engagement ring on her finger, we get interrupted by knock on the door. I look towards the door

    Vincent: Come in.

    River enters my office with a serious expression on his face.

    Amber: Why so serious?

    River: Well, because of our boss speaking his mind, Management has decided to book him in a Belfast Brawl against Ashley 'O Ryan.

    Vincent: So, I agree with Drew Stevenson and get booked in a Match where I'm going to lose no matter what I do. I chuckle a bit, then drink some more of my sake. If I'm busy getting destroyed, what easy match will they be giving Jethro?

    River: They aren't giving him an easy match either, as he's booked to take on Ryan Rondo.

    Vincent: Well, then you're reading too much into the booking as it relates to what I said. It's simply G-Rich and Management booking me in a match that would do justice to that Championship. I point over to the silver briefcase that still holds the bloodied X Championship in it. I see this as an opportunity to show Management why the honor and history of the true X Division should be upheld and why that Emerald Plague deserves to be stripped of his monstrosity of a Title and be reverted back into its true incarnation and name.

    Amber: While I have faith in you baby, please try not to get yourself killed facing Ashley 'O Ryan. Especially when we are going to have a wedding in a few weeks.

    I put down the sake bottle, then pull out a Cuban. As I lean back I light the cigar then savor its taste. Amber takes the cigar from me and smokes it with me.

    Vincent: Even though I'm going into a no-win situation against Ashley and I won't promise that I won't get severely injured brawling with him, I can however promise you one thing. I might be going down, but I'll leave an impression on Ashley as I do.

    And as far as Jethro and Ryan is concerned, I'll be watching that Match from ringside. That way, as Ryan decimates Jethro, I'll get to have a front row seat to that carnage.


    River bows then leave my office. After he leaves, I speak to the integrated A.I. System, Serenity, that was recently installed into my company's building.

    Vincent: Serenity.

    Serenity: Yes, Master Vincent?

    Vincent: Show me some hardcore wrestling videos.

    Serenity: As you command Master Vincent.

    The multiple screens that are mounted to my wall flicker to life and begin showing various hardcore wrestling videos throughout the history of professional wrestling. Amber snuggles up to me and watches them with me as I use them to study. Meanwhile, outside of Vincent's office, just after he left it, River's assistant approaches him and hands him a folded piece of paper. River unfolds the paper and reads it to himself.

    There has been a development with the Miami Charter of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.
    As a former President of the Charter, Vincent's guidance is needed urgently.
    River looks back towards Vincent's office.


    River: I'll take care of this, don't bother the boss about this. I want to make sure that this isn't some knuckle-headed business, before we bother him with it. Thank you.

    River and his assistant head towards the elevator, taking it to the parking garage.

    [I WIN]


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    Re: Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread

    "It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness."
    ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca


    The scene opens immediately following the quotation that covers the screen. Viewers find themselves in a locker room of an unknown arena, empty except for one man. Seated on a bench with back against the wall is none other than Wolf. His eyes are closed, his head standing erect. Viewers can see dried blood covering his face, forming almost a mask of sort. In the background, viewers can hear the cheering of a crowd. And then they hear a voice.

    "PAJ: It has grown from there and now we stand on the cusp of greatness and not some false sense of greatness that The Syndicate had but true, real greatness. No more Adrian Wolf, The Undisputed Champion, The North American Champion and the winner of the Carnal Contendership.

    Viewers hear an audio clip of PAJ's distinctive voice in the video. Following the audio, Wolf's forehead ruffles, and he clenches his face almost in pain.

    "Ryan Rondo: Or are you thinking that Wolf is going to come back and try and beat me down? Jimmy King takes care of him but let’s say Wolf tries to intervene in my Carnal Contendership winning effort. I’ll throw his ass out of that ring easily. He’s hurt. He’s done. Doggy has no bite anymore and you will see that on full display when I eliminate him… if he makes an appearance.

    Ryan Rondo is heard next, the mocking of Wolf continuing. Following these words, Wolf's shoulders slump, his mouth moves as if he's mumbling encouragement to himself.Despite what ever "encouragement" Wolf gives himself, he only hangs his head in shame after the words of Eric Price plays.

    "Ryan Hall: Wolf, grow up, and realize you don’t stand a chance against me anymore."

    Ryan Hall's words seems to be the nail in coffin so to speak, as Wolf brings his hands to his face, propping his elbows onto his thigh. All falls silent for a moment. And then Wolf speaks.

    "Grow up, Wolf."

    Video fades in to the right of Wolf, whose is still looking down at his hands.

    Before moving on, though, Gabrielle surprises EVERYONE and flips Stu St. Clair over the top rope and out of the ring!!!! Ashley offers a shocked look as he sees Stu rise to his feet, fuming, and turns to Gabrielle, who shrugs and says, "Everyone going for the same thing, honey."

    Before Ashley can take it in, WOLF with a shocking clothesline of Ashley O Ryan over the top rope!!!

    Langdon: Whoa. Ashley has been eliminated from his feet.


    Wolf takes his face out of his hand, looking down at his scars, his memories.

    "Wolf, you need to grow up."

    Video fades in once more.

    NO!, Wolf shoves him away!, -


    Langdon: ANOTHER FINAL HOWL!

    And another elimination

    Langdon: Wow. Wolf just eliminated another man. He's just.. wow.

    Wolf leans back, his focus not on the camera, but on his own mind and its inner workings.

    "Grow, grow, grow. . . Wolf, grow up."

    The dinging of a bell is heard, the signal to the end of the match.

    Langdon: YES! WOLF WINS!

    Langdon's voice is heard over the video, but viewers barely pay attention to the announcer. All eyes, all focus, is on Wolf who raises a single, red finger to his temple and taps it lightly.

    "They told me to grow up. And guess what I did?"

    Wolf suddenly leaps from his position, wrapping his fingers around the camera, shaking it forcefully.

    "I fucking grew up!"

    Wolf collapses back into his chair, chuckling to himself. A sigh of relief escapes his lips. And then he hears something, something that makes him raise his finger to his lip, shushing the camera and the viewers. All is quiet for a few moment, and then viewers can hear a distinctive dialogue from outside the locker room.

    It was the Ace's High crowd booing Ryan Hall's name.

    Wolf closes his eyes, pausing for a moment.

    "Tonight. . . tonight is Hall's night."

    Brown eyes are seen once more, and viewers can see the burning behind them.

    "But come Back in Business, it will finally be my night."

    A pointed grin, another sigh.

    "I grew up guys. I grew up fucking big time."

    And scene fade.

    .
    .
    .


    It was dark in Seatlle arena, save the circles of light given off by the backup-lighting. The flood lamps that stayed on, illuminating circles on the floor, while nobody else was around. A sure sign he was alone here. No techs, no interviewers, no comrades, no enemies, just the man and his large, hulking frame. Stepping quickly through one of those circles back into darkness, his position was given away by a flick of his lighter. It lit up his face for a moment before all that was left was a burning red dot, bouncing in the dark as heavy feet plodded along in heavier boots. The backup lights typically shone on doorways and hallway intersections, this place was no different. A ball of light shone on a white door which the man in black opened and stepped through. Our voyeuristic view of the situation would now shift to the interior of a room. The view was pitch black, with the exception of that burning ember. A thud could be heard in the darkness, the sound of a large bag of some sort being haphazardly dropped to the floor... Then silence. The ember bounced to the other side of the darkness, suddenly the room was flooded with artificial light. Wolf pushed his black hair from his face as he walked away from the light switch. Seeing a chair, he immediately goes to it and pulls it around, plopping himself down into it. The man wasn't dressed up for anything in particular, black motorcycle boots, black T-shirt, black jeans, it was all very typical. The room was empty, with the exception of his chair, a mirror fixed to the wall and a small table mounted below the mirror. He takes a long, silent drag from his cigarette. As he exhales with a sigh, the sound of "Broken Beat and Scarred" playing loud and proud is heard from his pocket. Pulling out his Smart-phone, the man looks at it a moment as a smile creeps onto his lips. He touches the face and holds the device to his ear...

    Wolf: What's up?

    He listens intently.

    Wolf: Really? Yeah, I got it... Well it's not for another month... No I haven't opened it, it's not my birthday yet... It's not for another month... I know you know... Okay, I will. Thanks. I'm fine, knee feels good, no new scars, I've got a promo to shoot... Well, you know how it goes, early bird gets the worm and all that... I've got a whole thermos of coffee... I haven't quit smoking yet, no... No... No... If I quit smoking, I'd replace it with murdering... Okay, I love you too. Call you soon.

    He let out a sigh of relief as he touched the screen to end the call. His attention is drawn to the duffel bag on the floor, using his foot, he drags it before him. Without further hesitation, he pulls the bag open and removes a blue envelope. Diving in once more, he retrieves a bottle of Jack Daniels. Wolf tosses the envelope on the small makeup table. Unscrewing the top of the thermos, he sets his little cup on the table next to the envelope. He opens the thermos and pours his small cup half-full of coffee. Closing his thermos he immediately opens his bottle of Jack, then tops his cup off with that. Using his finger to mix the concoction, he doesn't even wince from the heat. The man just looks at himself in the mirror. With a scoff, he takes a big sip of the Coffee/Jack Daniels potion he'd just mixed... Then a long drag off his smoke, glancing down, he sees the envelope. Wolf holds it in his hand for a moment, staring at it...

    Wolf: I f*cking hate birthdays... Especially if they're mine.

    For a moment, it seems as if Wolf was going to tear it in two... But he stops himself. Opting instead to open the baby-blue envelope. He removes a card, nothing special, nothing too saccharine-sweet. The front simply reads: "To A Special Boy On A Special Day." Shaking his head, he takes another sip of his "coffee" then opens the card. Something falls out of it... A picture? It was. He flips it over and stares at it for a moment... It was a young Wolf. Not older than 18 years with a wide smile on his face... He backs the remnants of the "coffee." Slowly, a smile creeps to the man's lips. Not one as wide as that in the picture, it was a smile more reminiscent of one we'd see in the present. Apparently, he was much happier in the past. Wolf glances at the back of the photo.

    Wolf: Nineteen ninety seven... F*ck...

    He drops the photo on the table and stares back into the mirror, thinks for a moment, takes a drag off his smoke and says:

    Wolf: What the f*ck happened to you? Where did you lose that? What are you now? A f*cking hit man at best and an asshole at worst. You're a tiger, you're a lion, you've got teeth, you bare them at everyone just to make sure they know. You roar, you beat your chest, you bite if you have to and you always make sure motherf*ckers know where the f*ck they've been once they get in that ring with you. But outside of that? What's left?

    He attempts to take a sip from an empty cup. Realizing this, he tosses the thermos cup over his shoulder, then grabs the bottle of Jack. He takes a swig, then continues.

    Wolf: Not a of a lot, Old Man... Not a lot. Well, shit, if this is all I've got left. If I'm as human as everyone seems to think I am, why go against the grain? That toothy grin is gone, forever. All that's left is anger. All that's left is rage. All that's left is this mass of muscle and will that you will impose upon every motherf*cker that dares to climb between the ropes. Ryan Hall? F*ck him. I'm not going to do it for G, I'm not going to do it for the masses of asses, I'm going to do it because it's simply what I do, isn't it? Who knows. But that's a story for The Big Pay Day. What we have this week is nothing more than fun, right? A little bit of exercise to make sure we've got what it takes to keep running with the big dogs. A little exhibition to show these cocksuckers that The Big Bad Wolf isn't too old and beaten up to stuff their heads into their asses... Or his boot, or his fist, or a f*cking chair.

    He chuckles to himself... Taking one more swig, he sets the bottle to the side and sits straight in his chair, then thinks better, deciding instead to lean foreword and look closely into the mirror...


    Wolf: The day is almost upon us for a main event that pits one of this company’s most decorated champions against one of its rising stars. And yet, in the face of this most daunting task, Shane finds it most appropriate to… make jokes… Curious. See Shane, you're a great guy. You're a fighter, you're an athlete and you've got a great personality. Hell, if I had a sister, I'd let you date her. One day, you're going to wear that undisputed title around your waist for a long long time. But, for all your talent. For all your brain power. For every inch of "quit" that you don't have. I have a little more, or less, depending on which trait you're referring to. You know, they may say that I’m a serious character, that I’m not all that much fun, Shane, but I do enjoy a good pun every now and then. I’m a well-versed traveler, a wild animal at heart, but not uncultured or uneducated. I can appreciate humor, as hard as that may be to believe. But you see when I use it, when I enjoy it, it’s not in the face of some overwhelming odds. It’s not when I’m about to face what I deem my greatest threat to date. When that’s the time you choose to employ your jovial nature, it’s not in good fun, it’s not in jest, it’s in fear, fear that if you can’t laugh, if you can’t distract yourself from what’s about to happen, that you’ll inevitably crumble under the pressure of the moment. So laugh, Shane, because I wouldn’t want you to fall apart just yet…

    He crosses his arms.

    Wolf: You’ve shown a dedication and a determination that goes above and beyond the rest. You spent over a year in silent servitude, all in the name of getting earning your spot, and now you find yourself in main event and pitted against a former World Champion, no less. And while you may laugh now and enjoy the possibilities that this opportunity may provide to you, I know that you know, deep down inside, that this could very well be the last match in a long while for you. You very well know that, should I unleash every bit of anger and rage that I have stored within me, I could ensure a long, long period of recovery. I could make sure that, when it’s all said and done, you know just what it feels like to be one of my many victims, laid up in a hospital bed, letting out a long sigh as you wake, simply happy to still be alive.

    The sinister tone that Wolf takes is slightly unsettling, almost as much as the unflinching stare into the camera. After a moment or two, he crosses his arms, offering the smallest of shrugs.

    Wolf: Then again, there’s a reason that they fight the fights, Shane. Nothing is settled until one of us stands alone, our hand raised high in the center of the ring. I’m not foolish enough to assume victory, I’m simply confident enough to know that, if I’m bringing my best, and I’m hitting my stride like I am right now, that no one is a match for me, yourself included. But if you should get me into your Diamond Ring, if you should lock it in at just the right time and in just the right place with just enough strength… well… who knows.

    He looks around one last time before turning to the camera again.

    Wolf: Chances aside, possibilities aside, the odds aside, I will break you. I will crush you. I won’t give you a pat on the back and tell you job well done, good effort, and so on. When it’s all said and done, I’ll look you in the eye, and you’ll look back into the eye of the Great Beast, and then you’ll know… You’ll know that there is no way you can tame the beast. We met only once in the ring as enemies in our long respective careers in FWA many years ago. And I am looking forward to see just how much we both grown up since that day...

    The man hung his head for a moment. A hand, trembling with anxiety, rage and sadness reaches out for that bottle of brown liquid. Looking up only long enough to drink deeply from the bottle with the black label. He winces as it burns his stomach. With a sigh, he levels his gaze once again with his reflection. His tongue runs across his lips, not wasting a drop. Wolf stares with a sneer at himself...

    Wolf: Ryan Hall, you grew up into a giant asshole. Am I afraid of you, no. Am I ashamed that I ever called you a friend and idol, boy howdy. You're not the same man you once were, Hall. You're something else now. You're a rabid son of a bitch and on friday night. I'm going to show you that I will do whatever it takes to put you down. IF THAT MEANS RIPPING APART A MAN THAT I RESPECT, SO BE IT! IF THAT MEANS STEPPING IN ACROSS FROM A MAN THAT WAS ONE OF THE WORKHORSES THAT PULLED THIS COMPANY TO WHERE IT IS TODAY AND USING HIM LIKE A GODDAMN PUNCHING BAG, FINE! I WILL TEAR THIS PLACE APART TO SHOW YOU THAT THERE IS NOTHING AND I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING THAT WILL MAKE ME STOP, NOTHING THAT WILL MAKE ME BACK DOWN! WE ARE GOING TO FINISH THIS AT BACK IN BUSINESS, BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE, I WILL BE TRYING TO FINISH YOU!

    He stares into the camera, his chest heaving...

    Wolf: But that's then, this is now. Now I have Shane McLean. Now I have someone that needs my undivided attention, but he won't get it. It's impossible. But don't think that means it's already over. What I said to Hall rings true for everyone... There is absolutely nothing that will stop me. Nothing that will deter me. You gotta knock me out or kill me, Captain Shane. I said it before and I'll say it again: this is an honor and a privilege. But I'm got nothing to lose and for all intents and purposes on friday night, you are Ryan Hall... Any respect I have for you will mean nothing. This is going to be brutal, this is going to be bloody and we are both going to get hurt...

    A slow, malevolent chuckle builds into a hearty maniacal laugh. This goes on for only a few moment before Wolf stops dead. Staring hatefully into the mirror:

    Wolf: It's a promise.

    Without any warning or hesitation, Wolf hurls the bottle into the mirror. Glass explodes into glass and brown liquid. It sprays all around him. The man continues to stare stoically into the broken pieces of the mirror as he brushes the reflective, clear and whiskey stained glass from his arms and shoulders, silently.


    Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now, therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

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    The Road to Redemption

    It is said that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Jason Gryphon began his thousand mile trek last week. Jason had one thing on his mind and set out to make a statement. After vowing to correct the mistakes of his past, Jason Gryphon emphatically make it clear that something has changed within him. During his match with deranged Divine, Jason showed a vicious streak that he has never shown before and came away with impressive victory after making quick work of the person that had once bested him. That win put all of FWA on notice that this new Jason Gryphon is no one to be trifled with. This Gryphon and his newly sharpened talons must now forge a clear path if he wants to accomplish this new goal of becoming the North American Champion. It has been almost two week since he issued a challenge to Shane McClean to face him for the championship and he has yet to hear anything back from the champion. If Jason continues to work his magic and defeats his challengers in the way that he defeated Divine, then Upper Management will have no choice to put him in the title hunt or risk an uprising from Jason Gryphon’s devoted fan base. His fan base, his creatures we’re like bloodthirsty savages as they watched their champion destroy Divine, and that is not something that G-Rich needs to deal with in his first months back with the company. Jason’s rise to the top of the mountain will now put him in the vicinity of one PAJ. Both Jason and PAJ have other things on their mind than each other but now they must come face to face in the middle of the ring. Which one of these two rising stars will continue to shine and which one will fall back to Earth?

    The Sun has fallen behind the North Carolina Mountains and the smell of pine is drifting through the breeze. The end has come to another good day for Jason Gryphon. He made his way back to this home state after Fight Night to get a little R & R. After watching his beloved Tarheels defeat the Wake Forest Demon Deacons, he has decide to go out into the wilderness to get a bit of exercise after sitting on the couch for three hours straight drinking beer and eating Nachos, something that an active FWA should not abide himself to. Jason is running through the forest at an extremely brisk place. The leafs and the sticks ruffle beneath his feet and he continues to run quickly, almost as if he is running away from something. The sky is black as pitch but Jason is able to know where he is going since he is not running face first into a tree. As he continues to run, he makes his way towards a flowing river and he begins to run parallel to it. Right as he is about to fall off a cliff, Jason stops running in the perfect spot to look over the edge where the water dips off the cliff to form a beautiful waterfall. The rushing sound of water seems to calm Jason and he tries to catch his breath while look down at this beautiful force of nature that flows into a crystal clear pool 100 feet below. He wipes the sweat from his brow and looks up at the beautiful full moon.

    JASON GRYPHON:
    Last night when I arrive back home at the Cabin, I decided to unwind by watching a movie before bed. The film that just happened to be on the TV at the time happened to be “City Slickers II: The Legend of Curly Gold.” During the end of the movie, the character Duke says there is only one thing that matters in life and that one thing is honesty. I happened to agree with that. A man or woman is only as good as is world. The truth has the capability to build us up while lies do nothing but tear us down. Throughout my entire FWA career, I have been nothing but honest with my creatures when I told them that I was going to do something. When I told them that I was going to rid the business of Michael Garcia, I did. When I told them that I was going to become the X-Division Champion, I did. When I told them last week that I was going to utter annihilate Divine, I did. I promised that I was going make sure to correct the mistakes that I made in the past, I did. I am a man of my word. Losing to Divine when I first arrived in FWA was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life and my beating the unholy hell out of her last week on Fight Night. I feel that is one slate that I can now wipe clean and I can now go onto the next challenge with a clear head and a purer heart. Divine and her Mistress are now that coward Drew Stevenson’s problem. Now back to my point of honesty, all a man has in this life is his word, and when I speak to my creatures, they need to know that everything that I say that I am going to do, I will do eventually. I have been saying for weeks that I have wanted to face Shane McClean for the North American Championship but no one has given me an answer yet. I know that Shane McClean doesn’t yet have a match booked for Back in Business and I am ready to punch his dance card. My creatures, you need to make your voice heard to Mr. G-Rich.

    Jason leans down and pick up a large stone from the dewy grass and he tosses it over the edge of the cliff, a loud splash is then heard from down below.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    Mr. G-Rich has come back to the FWA for the sense of trying to bring order to the sense of chaos that Jimmy King and his minions have cause. I don’t know how good of a job that he has done since being back though. There is still a great amount of distrust and anarchy in this company and sometimes it is hard to know who you can trust. G-Rich may be a former World Champion but from what I see right now, he is just another suit that is fine sitting behind a desk and giving orders. He knows that I want to be the next North American Champion; he knows that I want to face Shane McClean, and he knows that I want to get Ryan Hall one on one. Have I been given any of these things? No! What am I going to have to do to make sure that he stands up and takes notice of me? Do I have to threaten to take down the system before this system will acknowledge me? Do I need to end the careers of even more superstars? Do I need to go into G-Rich’s office and piss on his desk before he will see things through and realize that I am the true #1 Contender for the North American Championship? If that is what it takes than I am willing to do just that. There are no lengths that I am will to go through in order to get what truly belongs to me. Do yourself a favor G-Rich, meet with me before I have to take drastic measures to assure myself a spot in the North American Championship picture. If my voice is not heard soon, there is no desk in the world that you are going to be able to hide behind from the fury of a pissed off Mythological Marvel.

    Jason unzips the hoodie that he is wearing and pushes it to the side while he goes back to looking at the brightness of the Full Moon.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    For two weeks now, I have been waiting to get a reply from Shane McClean about my challenge for a North American Championship shot and I have still yet to hear so much from a peep from him. Does he not think that I am worthy of a championship match against him? Is he scared of me because he knows that I still hold a grudge for him eliminating me from the Carnal Contendership Match? I would believe either one of those excuses but the thing is, I am tired of excuses. I have done everything that I can do at the level that I am at right now and I am ready to move to the next and the next. If I am going to become the greatest champion of all time, I need a chance to become the champion. Shane, you need to listen to me when I say this, give the fans what they want. We are two of the top stars in the business and we never pull our punches when we are in the ring facing someone. We always go balls to the wall to give our fans what they want to see. Your fans are my creatures. They are the reason that the both of us get up in the morning and travel all around the world. They are the reason that we put our minds, our bodies, and our souls on the line ever night in FWA. I want them to get their money’s worth at Back in Business. If you want this too, you need to accept my challenge for Back in Business. Jason Gryphon vs. Shane McClean for the North American Championship is a marquee match that we can make happen.

    Jason is standing as still as a stone as he continues to look up at the sky at the bright moon.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    I love coming out here when the moon is full. Sometimes you feel like you could just reach out and grab it. It is on night like this that you feel so big and so small all at once. Every month the phases of the moon change, each phase getting a chance to shine but everyone always waits for the moon to become full once again. It was one year ago where a young man careers started out as bright as this moon. He has a kid that had something to prove to himself and the world. He decided to take a chance on a silly dream and became a FWA Superstar. That young man was me and it has been one year since I made my debut at Back in Business. It’s been one year since I got my very first win against Hart and Sync in a tag team match with the now exiled Michael Garcia. 365 days full of joy and agony that I would not change for the world. Back in Business has become a sort of fresh start for so many FWA Superstars and I want my fresh start to include the North American Championship. In order that that to happen, I need both G-Rich and Shane McCleans to realize that I have done everything needed to become the true #1 Contender. If they do not believe it, I will make them. This week on Fight Night, I have one of the toughest challenges in my career when I face one of the most controversial superstars in FWA history, PAJ.

    Jason turns around and begins to walk away from the cliff and makes his way over to a large pine tree, leaning against it for some support.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    I have wrestled nearly over twenty matches in my career but I have never wrestled someone like PAJ before. I could never understand how such a tiny little man could have such a big ego to match his big mouth. Phillip Alexander Jackson or PAJ as he likes to be called is the epitome of everything that I stand against. He is a cocky, brash, buzz kill of a man that believes the only way to succeed in life is to tear down and destroy rather than to build things up. PAJ has been hiding in the shadows while some of the most horrendous events in FWA history have taken place and he did not do a thing to stop them. Instead of being a good and noble man, he has chosen time and time again to act in his own self interests. His most recent atrocity would be choosing to stand by the Devils side when he invaded FWA and tried to take it for his own. When Jimmy King invaded our company, our home, PAJ was one of the first men to join his side. That little bastard put his own self-preservation ahead of the greater good. That is something that I cannot abide. That is why I cannot stand the man that PAJ is. He did not care about all of the blood and the sweat that he had spill all in the name of the company, the only thing that he cared about was trying to secure his own spot on the roster while King tried to dismantle this company. You are not a man unless you have the balls to stand up and say that something is wrong when it is staring you right in the face. That kind of cowardice cannot be allowed to continue as we move forward towards a new day and a new fight. Tonight is the night where PAJ is going to pay for deciding to choose himself over this company. What Jimmy King did was wrong, what PAJ did was wrong, and as far as I am concerned PAJ is not a man, HE IS A LITTLE BASTARD!

    Jason slams his fists on the tree, making some of the pine needles fall off from the force of his hitting.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    That is not to say that I cannot learn a thing or two from that little bastard. PAJ, who only thinks of himself, has done something that I want to do in the VERY near future. He has done something twice that I have yet to do. He has been the North American Champion. Not only has he been the champion once, he has done it twice. This self-centered egotist has held the North American Championship twice as many times as me but the only problem with that equation is that I have never gotten the chance that I deserve to face the champion. That will all change after this week’s episode of Fight Night when I beat PAJ in the middle of the ring. Beating a 2-time North American Champion would have to show that I am ready for that title match. I know that it will not be an easy feat to beat PAJ but just like I do every week, I will make it look easy. I will make people forget about that three lettered phony and they will remember my name. There is nothing more that I would like to do in this world than to add to pain that Wolf dished out on PAJ last week. Wolf nearly split PAJ in two and there are no time outs in FWA. He still has to be in pain now and I consider it an honor to continue the beating that Wolf gave him last week. I know that PAJ is not going into this match seeing me as a threat. He probably thinks that I am going to be a walk in the park but I am used to being underestimated. PAJ has so many things on his mind from Wolf making him look like a fool, to Gabrielle wanting to claw his eyes out, and now he has to go toe to toe with the “Living Mythology.” No one has that kind of concentration, not even the so called “Last Englishman.”

    Jason turns back around to face the cliff that he was looking down on earlier.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    PAJ, you are I are a lot alike and maybe in some alternate universe, we could have been friends. We both want to accomplish great things but what makes me better than you is that I am willing to do the hard work to earn those things instead of cutting backstage deal and politicking to get those things done. Whether it was with The Syndicate or Jimmy King, you have always been the errand boy for someone much bigger and better. I may fight for my Creatures but I am my own man. I stand in the ring by myself and face whatever troubles that come my way. I am the King of the Creatures and they allow me to lead them to more prosperous days. They have my trust because I am honest with them in what I plan to do in this company and honesty is that one thing that makes life on this little blue ball called Earth worth a damn. It is because of that little fact that you are always going to be second best to a better person. It was Wolf last week, it will be me this week on Fight Night, and at Back in Business it will be Gabrielle. I do not say these things to you because of my underling hatred for the man that you, I say these things because they are the truth and you need to hear them if you want to become a better person. This Friday on Fight Night, I will make you a better man because you are not going to be able to pull any of your little bastard tricks in order to get the job done against me. It will be just you and me in the ring one on one and we will see if you have what to take to go to the next level or if it will be Jason Gryphon and his creatures that overlap you in taking the gold and the glory.

    Jason turns his back to the cliff and smiles wickedly.


    JASON GRYPHON:

    My road to redemption has only just begun and it will end when I am once again a champion. I have to make atonement for many of the things that I have done in the past and there is no better place then to make such a start than on Fight Night against PAJ. I have done things in the past that I have been so ashamed of and in order to make up for these things, I need to baptize myself in victory. I need to make up for believe in Ryan Hall, I need to make up for losing my X-Division Championship, and I need to make up for losing the Carnal Contendership. Annihilating Divine washed away a bit of the stench of failure that I smell upon myself but I need MORE! I need to beat the hell out of one of the FWA’s name brand superstars in order to make Upper Management see that I am the one that should be facing Shane McClean for the North American Title. In order to make them come to that realization, I am going to do something to PAJ that very few men have been able to do, break him. I am going to make what I did to Divine last week seem like a walk in the park compare to the time of pain and torment that I will cause the former North American Champion. His screams of agony will be what I wash myself in to continue the road to my redemption this week. I walk this road because I must, not only for me, but for my creatures. We will because champions again, it is our destiny, because….

    Jason falls backwards off of the cliff but as he falls he is able to scream our three final words.

    JASON GRYPHON:

    WE ARE MYTHOLOGY!

    We fade to black as a splash is heard in the background for Jason diving into the large pool underneath the waterfall.


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    "I betcha' I know what happens next."

    Sitting around this living room are two overweight fellas wearing wrestling fan apparel. The one who made the smart-ass statement is drinking a Mountain Dew: Code Red, with a "The Emerald Shines On" T-shirt embroiled with Drew Stevenson admiration. His companion on this Friday night, the 20th of February in the year 2014, is wearing a similar T-shirt except with the words "Shine On You Crazy Ace" in tribute to "The Ace of Diamonds" Shane McLean.


    "Whyte Thunder comes out, saves the day for Vodka & Venom and then takes his old buddy-turned-rival Ryan Rondo out."

    These two are watching the live telecast of the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance's Fight Night. Vodka & Venom is making the most of a one-on-two situation against "The Amazing" Ryan Rondo, while Rondo's former tag team partner and co-champion Whyte Thunder is nowhere to be found.

    "You think you're a rocket scientist now?," the Shane McLean-shirt wearing fan says in retort.

    "No, it's just so predictable. You know it's going to happen."

    "All you Drew Stevenson fans think you're above it all just because you can recognize a storyline building, like it's some crime to tell a story you've already seen."

    The basement is cold on this February night in Indiana. These two long-time FWA fans — and fans of wrestling, in general — make it a custom occurrence to watch Monday Night Raw, Thursday night IMPACT and Friday night Fight Night. They're just now getting accustom to the Clique Wrestling Alliance's Adrenaline ever since the buyout a few months ago. However, FWA has been their favorite for years.

    That is true for the Shane McLean fan. The other? He's becoming a bit soured.


    "I don't want to be told the same story, though. I don't want to see the same people at the top, either. It's all so predictable. Look at this. Ryan Rondo is being made to look weak and we all know Whyte Thunder will come out here and probably help Vodka & Venom and the three old-timers will stand tall while Rondo looks even more like the small fish in a big pond. Just like we saw all the way leading to Aces High, it's Whyte Thunder coming out ahead each show. Rondo turns on him, gives us a taste for his biggest push yet, but it's going to be all about Whyte Thunder and he'll look like the mega star while Rondo is just star jobber fodder."

    Inside the ring, Rondo fights back and gets a near fall against Ashley 'O Ryan, but the offense is quickly nullified.

    "So, what would you rather they do?"

    "Throw a curveball. Do something out of the box."


    "You know who has spent his entire career being a predictable character? Thomas Princeton. And it's funny I think of him because he just did the same-old storyline of building trust and turning on someone, Shane McLean, whereas Whyte Thunder was the victim in a similar angle."

    "Predictable, yes. But he's the plug-the-holes guy. You know they never do anything REALLY BIG with the plug-the-holes guy, just like they'll never do anything big with guys like Rondo, Stevenson, McLean and PAJ. Even Princeton's one World Heavyweight championship was because Stu St. Clair wanted to move away from the division and WOLF needed a new person to feud with."

    "Where'd you read that?"

    "Ryan Clark's site."

    "Which has an accuracy percentage of around 40 percent. But I agree that he's the plug-the-holes guy. Even this storyline with Shane McLean, it's somewhat trivial. I mean...remember when he was Shane's 'friend.' Everyone knew Princeton would turn his back on Shane. I mean...even Shane knew it. They even acknowledged the predictability on screen and in the storyline. And that made me think MAYBE...just MAYBE they'd go a different direction. But then, sure enough, Princeton turned on Shane. And here we are, the man tweening between being a tweener and a straight-up heel, just like he's always been. He can't go all-out heel because he may need to face a heel to plug a hole. But he can't be a true face or tweener because it doesn't fit the sliminess of the character. He's an interesting topic in the FWA. Is he a hall of famer if he retired tomorrow? I say yes, but it's not unanimous by any stretch."


    Right as he finishes the dissection of Thomas Princeton's character arc, the lights go out on the TV feed and "House of the Rising Sun" remix plays. Whyte Thunder appears, comes down to the ring area and takes his spot on the apron. The two fans watch in silence from the basement living room as Whyte Thunder forces a tag and enters the match, and then plants Ashley 'O Ryan with his "Superhero's Oath" sitout faceplant finisher.

    The crowd pops as Whyte Thunder earns the three count and wins the match for he and Ryan Rondo. The focus then shifts to the after-match festivities, as Whyte Thunder and Rondo come face to face.


    Sam McDonald: Without Whyte Thunder, there's no way Rondo wins. But I want to know why he helped him!

    Ryan Rondo then gets right in Whyte Thunder's face. Formerly as "The Golden One," this face-paint superhero tries to leave the ring but Rondo grabs him by the trench coat and yanks him back to a face-to-face encounter.

    Harry Baxter: Why isn't he beating the hell out of Rondo?!

    Rondo eventually begins laughing once again, just like he did during the match.

    "I knew it," Rondo whispers barely audible for the cameras to pick up. "I knew you'd help. I know you too well."
    "Here it is. Here is where it gets predictable, even if he did help Rondo win. He's going to beat him down and look superio.."

    Before he finishes his sentence...he is shocked into silence.


    The crowd boos, because Whyte Thunder's expression changes from the same stoic, intimidating face we've seen so often to the one he showed Rondo at Aces High. He's showing sadness, regret, distraught, emptiness, and he turns his head away from looking at Rondo and looks out to the crowd. Rondo finally says, "I know what match I'm choosing. Just wait."

    Whyte Thunder finally looks back once more and then turns away, once again turning the other cheek and exits the ring. Rondo is smiling from ear to ear as he thinks he has Whyte Thunder on a puppet string.
    "Tell me again how you saw THAT coming."

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    'Prodigia comploratus
    Silens, oro
    Regnet exitium.'

    Requiem – Avenged Sevenfold, the new theme of PAJ, hits as PAJ stands in the ring with a microphone in his right hand. PAJ is wearing a black suit with sunglasses tucked into the top of his white shirt. PAJ looks around with a smirk on his face as the fans boo loudly at the woman-hating, arrogant young Englishman who has dominated FWA. PAJ signals for his music to stop and starts pacing around the ring in a circle always looking back up at the crowd with a smirk on his face. The fans continue to boo and not allow PAJ to speak. The 'Traitor' Signs are out in abundance as PAJ is being booed out of the building by the loyal FWA fans. PAJ stops in the middle of the ring and shakes his head in disgust as they chant for Adrian Wolf.

    PAJ: I will admit it. I had a bad week last week. I lost to Wolf and I have been forced into a match at Back in Business who doesn't belong in the ring with me. I had that issue last year defending the North American Title against three losers, Darnell Porter, Thomas Princeton and Clay Reitmeier, I thought that I would get an upgrade this year for Back in Business even when I didn't win the Carnal Contendership. They atleast deserved the right to stand in the ring with me, Gabrielle doesn't deserve that opportunity. I believe in traditional values. Where the best men compete for the best prizes and the best women compete for the Women's title. Yet I am a Chauvinistic Pig that believes he is better than women. They cry at the first sight of someone not trying to pander to them. Men make the moral code and I will make sure that women accept it, so take that Emmeline and all those other women who believe I am some sort of monster because of my treatment of Gabrielle. Let's make one thing clear. I am better than everyone and I do not discriminate in that fact. I am not just a monster...I AM the monster. The ONE that all the little kids cry over at night. The one where grown men and women are kept up at night worrying about. Just ask the many who have fallen at my feet have learned. Just like Jason Gryphon will learn. Just like Drew Stevenson will learn. Just like Shane McLean, Ryan Rondo have learned. Just like whomever holds the FWA Title after Back in Business will learn. I am the best and tradition states that you give the top prizes to those who are the best. Not some pathetic award for participation. Winners win and the rest of them are losers. There is no prize for second place or third in this business. All you get is the second and third place facing each other. I don't deserve that. I don't deserve anything than Main Eventing Back in Business. I don't want your hand out because some irrelevant ass-hole decided to bitch about FWA but that is what the FWA has become without Jimmy King. I am the last lone voice of importance because we shouldn't have faith in FWA management again because G-Rich is weak. The first thing that G-Rich did when he came back apart from forcing me into a match to 'punish' me was to praise me away from the ring. He appreciated my talents because he wants me on his good side because he knows how good I ma. He is afraid that I will jump ship and ruin FWA. G-Rich fears me because he knows that if he doesn't bow to me then I know exactly where the door is and I can become the top drawer for any other company in the world. I don't take kindly to his pandering. I KNOW how good I am and I don't need some suck up telling me everything I figured out years ago.

    PAJ looks out into the crowd as the boo. PAJ catches his breath and continues

    PAJ: Do you know what is great about wrestling? People, fans and bookers, eat up a talented English wrestler, the ones that tried to be great still were solid but the one truly great one captured the hearts to a level that will never be exceeded and that is of course, me, I changed the rules on English wrestlers. I am not a stereotype. I am not a dime a dozen like Jason Gryphon. Find me another, young, talented English Wrestler that is as good as me, you will search high and low but I have beaten them all. Now, go out onto any road in America and find a Two Hundred Forty Pound guy who is run-of-the-mill. That is half of the guys in the business. I am a special talent. I dared to dominate a big-man industry founded on cliques and friendship first and I tore down the walls and made everything open for everyone but I didn't do it for everyone. I did it for me because I am the most dangerous man in the world because I pack a punch for every inch of height I have and every pound that my opponents hold over me. I was screwed out of the Carnal Contenderhip. I was screwed out of a fair title shot because I am dangerous and they want FWA to remain competive and not become a monopoly even though no-one can touch me and that is why I am the Last Great Englishman. England, my disgraced home land, has more history than most of the countries in the world. They used to be special as the waged war on those who insulted them and laughed at their size they outlasted nations, created the best and biggest navy in the world which played a huge part in creating the biggest empire the world ever saw but they became weak and ruined everything they had before they truly harnessed the power. They let it all fade and become history. They didn't oppress those who dared question their leadership...they gave them independence...most of the time without a war. They didn't fight for the thing that gave them everything. The truly great England is dead and that means there is only one Englishman who can write the future and show the world what Englishmen should have become. I carry the torch for me. It is all about me. My success doesn't change anything. The English will still be a nanny state full of 'chavs' and over protective mothers, who don't deserve a voice anyway. I am the last of the warriors that England produced. I am different. I think different. I am above all of them. I have the balls to be talented in a country full of shame and regret about our past but I am proud of everything I have done because it was the right thing at the time. I turned on Sean Moore and Mac Michaud for higher callings that have elevated me higher and higher up the card. I do not do these things lightly. I know exactly what I am doing at all times because I am man enough to control everything I know exactly what I need to do every single time I step into the ring and for that reason, on top of all the other positives I have, it is why that is the man will be your Undisputed Champion after the Golden Opportunity Chamber, the one, the only...P...A...J...

    PAJ cockily smirks as the fans continue to boo loudly at the arrogance of The Last Great Englishman. PAJ makes a belt taunt as the fans boo louder. PAJ smirks and talks over the inevitable boos that follow.

    PAJ: I would excel as your Undisputed Champion as I have said countless times I am the role model of a modern wrestler. I don't want to be like everyone else. Everyone else should be like me. I am a pioneer. I make trends and that is why I am the top of the list for everything. I don't need your respect but I make you respect me. That might be a contradiction to everything I have ever said about respect but if you respect me then you have a brain cell but in there is no way in hell that it effects me. I have achieved everything I have set my eyes on. It was at Aces High last year that I said I didn't care for the North American Title and how I didn't want the charity. That remains true. I might have won the North American Title twice and had the time of my life but my goal through the highs and lows was to be the Undisputed Champion. I have beaten both of the men main eventing Back in Business. I can do it again instead a chamber. I can do it against the guys they gave charity title shots to be for being loyal to FWA. I wasn't loyal and I got exactly the same thing that they all got. I am not a mindless drone that follows the trends. Being loyal got them exactly the same thing that Ryan Rondo and I got for being traitors. What does that tell you? What did I say all along? Loyalty means nothing in this business. Like Jason Gryphon and Shane McLean, the 'loyalists' of the FWA, you should be mightily pissed off that you gained nothing from your loyalty. No pay rise, nothing more than the traitors get in title shots and what do I get G-Rich pandering to keep me in FWA and just as talks for a long-term contract start to conclude suddenly I want something else, more money, a guaranteed title shot, whatever my heart desires. I guess sometimes the path less follow gets you what you want quicker. Although, they do win on the Back in Business matches, I did kind of get a lame duck but in all other cases I will say welcome to the truly corrupt world of the company you all wanted to save...So thank you G-Rich for finally proving that the 'loyalists' were fighting for the wrong side.

    PAJ laughs at the broken system that FWA still has despite the 'new' management that wanted to make FWA better. The fans boo loudly and as the chants for Gabrielle and G-Rich ring out start to out way the boos. PAJ paces in the ring waiting for them to settle down. As the begin to settle down PAJ stops pacing and looks straight into the camera.

    PAJ: Speaking of FWA loyalists one of the mindless drones is my opponent this week as Jason Gryphon steps into the ring with me this week. I will be honest, I have no desire to know anything about you, I've heard your name but never with anything relevant to me and when you step into the ring with me it will be a preview for what is to come. He somehow got his way into the chamber, which will taint my victory, I don't want to beat some untalented hacks like Gryphon and Stevenson. I want to face guys who have captured the hearts of people, not by pandering to them but by seizing control of them and forcing yourself down their throats so that they can't wait to see you each week. Gryphon you do not understand what you are about to be apart of. There are people who think you are talented. That is what the Living Mythology is. You created a myth that you could actually wrestle and now every weak minded prick in existence believes it. You believe it and that is worse. People thought I was all hype no talent but that is EXACTLY what you are. Which is where the problem lies. You getting a shot for the FWA Undisputed Championship at the same time that I am makes me sick. I earned my shot but yours was the product of a backstage revolt. You have NO right to be in the Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber. I am the Golden Goose that all the crybabies and smartmarks want to see yet they boo me. They treat me like crap because I will not pull punches and I will ALWAYS stand by what I say. I am breaking the glass ceiling because in an ALTernative universe that wouldn't be the case but lucky for us that I exist in this universe for you all to witness greatness first hand. You should consider yourselves lucky that you get bear witness to my unparalleled greatness every single week.

    The fans boo loudly as PAJ looks disappointedly out into the crowd.

    PAJ: Don't disrespect me. You know that I am right. There is no-one in this company that has the body of work that I do and there is NO-ONE in this company that is as consistent and as hard-working as me. I am what guys like Jason Gryphon should aspire to be. I came back to FWA. I was looked down on by everyone. I was the butt of all the jokes but I forced the respect of all my peers and then I spat it back in all their faces by 'betraying' FWA. Now no-one can stop talking about me. I am the buzz of FWA because I MADE people respect me and my talents. Just like I will make you respect me and watch you come face to face with the one man in this company that isn't afraid to hurt you for the smallest things. You stand in my ring and you respect me that is the rule that I command you to follow. I earned EVERYTHING I have done. You are just a drop in the ocean of talentless, useless self-righteous pandering ass-hole. I have never needed anyone's support. Chris Kennedy was the first to see the potential in me in FWA but what is Chris Kennedy but a decaying relic in the history of FWA slowly fading out of your memories as I take over his roll as the most talked about wrestler in FWA. I will continue to make the world forget Chris Kennedy. I will make the world forget about Ryan Hall, as much as I like him, because there is nothing that will stop me doing what I do best in conquering FWA. The mountain top calls me name and I will answer the call because it is what FWA needs and it is what this business needs. I am it's sole saviour after the demise of Jimmy King but do you deserve it? For too long people, the ones who cheer for guys like Jason Gryphon, have treated me like crap because I dared to tell the truth and not blind you to the hate that riddles the world. A world where a guy like me that is talented, smart, charismatic and the last great wrestler remaining has to face a woman at the BIGGEST pay-per-view of the year?! And on Fight Night I have to face irrelevant guys like Jason Gryphon who has done nothing of importance. G-Rich might have given me a shot at the Undisputed Title but I am being degraded by it. I have to face guys who don't belong. Guys who can't hang and that is why they are 'held' down. They are not me. Therefore they don't deserve it. I raised the bar for what it meant to a wrestler in FWA. I changed the game. All I need to do is beat the man when people will finally see that I am the man. I will not get there by facing Jason Gryphon. I will not get there by having to face a woman. I will get there by beating the supposed 'best' in the FWA. There is no supposed best because I am the best. You have all seen my wrath and Jason you have seen my dominance and heard whispers of what my career and history has been and now you have been summoned by fate to stand toe-to-toe with me in the ring. Fate is not on your side and you will see why there will never be better than me. You will see why I am the Last Great Englishman and what a wrestler who DESERVES an FWA Undisputed Title shot actually looks like.

    PAJ stands in the middle of the ring, leans his head forward and looks straight forward with a massive smirk on his face. PAJ beckons the camera to zoom him on his face as he continues to stare into the crowd who are booing loudly. PAJ stretches his right arm out and drops the microphone off the end of his fingers. PAJ winks maintaining his pose in the middle of the ring as Requiem hits. PAJ snaps his head back upwards and looks out at the crowd and laughs as he slides out of the ring proud of his work as the scene fades to black.

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    Re: Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread

    Elegance, sophistication, beauty, wealth, love, success, romance, happiness, forgiveness. These are just some of the words associated with jewels of all kinds. Diamonds, ruby’s, sapphires…emeralds. These are just some of the most admired of jewels. Each one possesses the potential to be something amazing or a part of something amazing, but many more can simply be discarded and forgotten.



    It is a chorus of laughter and giggling, pure happiness defined in such a sweet and enjoyable sound that welcomes us. It dances in our collective ears and instantly makes whatever it is we are about to witness into an enjoyable prospect. Bright lights, caramel skin, supple curves, tight clothes and a large unmade bed…this has all the potential to be classic Goddess. Seductive, titillating, exciting, mesmerizing, unforgettable. But its not the Goddess immortalized in home movies, hentai comics, and a long list of ‘rumours’. It is Gabrielle, with that jaw dropping body of hers vaguely hidden away in casual dress as she sits upon her bed. The way her little pink short shorts hug her hips and the way her stretched to the limit purple baby tee struggles to contain her breasts actually plays second fiddle to the beautiful smile upon her face. A smile that is framed by the gold hoop earrings hanging either side of her soft lips. Happiness and excitement kissed to her lips like a loving tender embrace. Her long smooth caramel coated legs left bare by those shortest of shorts. Her long brunette hair tied up into a pony tail leaving her elegant neck only touched by the sparkle of a blue sapphire necklace is passed over quickly in favour of the warmness in her eyes, and that sweet vibrant twinkle that exists within. The bliss is matched by the recipient of her affection, her adorable little daughter; Carmella. She has her hair tied into a ponytail just like mommy and is dressed in a pink sundress. Mother and daughter happily spending quality time together, it is a magical thing. Pure and wonderful as they rummage through one of Gabrielle’s jewellery boxes, little Mella picking out her favourites and being wowed by the way they sparkle under the light.

    Gabrielle:
    There are so many precious jewels…beautiful rocks of elegance and splendour in this world. Throughout my life I have been given so many…and there is memories with every single one of them. The diamond ring given to me by Jenny when she proposed. The gold earrings; a gift from Chris. The ruby necklace given to me by Matthew…all the pearls and all the jewels from admirers and wishful fans. The gold celebrating my Championship wins, they all mean so much to me.

    Carmella: This one is my favourite.

    Little Mella grins from ear to ear as she holds up a sapphire studded navel ring.

    Gabrielle:
    That is beautiful, and very new…a gift from Ashley.

    Gabrielle reveals that smooth, warm, enticing stomach of hers, toned and gorgeous as she adorns her belly button with the blue jewel as Carmella applauds.

    Gabrielle:
    But through all those wonderful memories there is one jewel I own that has no great memory. In fact I wonder why I still have it, sitting at the bottom of my jewellery box maybe it has been hidden away and forgotten about for all these years. Ignored?

    Maybe.

    But then again not all jewels are made equal, some just don’t deserve the light that others do. This particular one, this emerald…a gift from Jack, that is bad enough. Sure things were once good, but the monster he has become stains this jewel. This ridiculous little green jewel. Its not just that this emerald does not go with my warm skintone, it simply pales in comparison to a diamond, to gold, to sapphire, to rubies. It just does not compare no matter how well it cut and crafted. No matter what you do to an emerald it can never be as good as a diamond.

    Carmella scrunches up her face as Gabrielle holds the green emerald ring on the tip of her finger.

    Gabrielle:
    Whoever thought that this could be a thing of grandeur and beauty is a fool, no one would pick an emerald over a diamond.

    A deliciously wicked smile crosses the Caramel Goddesses lips as she gazes into the camera.

    Gabrielle:
    There is a man in the FWA that would beg to differ I’m sure, a man who would claim that an emerald can be greater than a diamond. Mella can you remind me of his name.

    Gabrielle proudly looks down at her little Princess whose eyes light up as she speaks her next words.

    Carmella:
    He’s the Drew Stebenton. And he’s silly.

    Gabrielle: He is very silly. Drew we all crave ultimate glory, we all crave recognition…it is what drives and motivates us more than anything else to step foot in that ring night after night. The desire to be a World Champion, a desire fostered in me when I was Carmella’s age brought me here to two thousand and fourteen, in the FWA on the road to Back In Business. It brought me too six Championship reigns. I understand that drive and I cant in all good conscience criticize anyone else’s desire to be regarded as the greatest in the world.

    But Drew you try and hide yours away.

    You make these statements and claims of holding your Emerald Championship above the World Championship. I may despise Ryan Hall, the King of no one, the King of loneliness but that Championship belt bearing his name is the grandest prize in our business. No one can deny that, especially not some emerald. A diamond like me will always sparkle so much brighter, a diamond who has held that most coveted Title, a diamond that never shies away into the shadows or seeks that embrace of glory in lessor things.

    You truly are an Emerald Drew and that is something you should not be proud of. I fight for, I long for that moment, that experience of being the FWA World Champion once again. It is my ‘diamond shine’, you though Drew try to claim that you shine just as bright or even brighter. You try to tell the world that you are better than everybody else because of what you are. But you simply aren’t.

    A diamond is more desirable than an emerald…and the World Championship is more desirable than the X Title.

    Gabrielle pauses and takes a moment to smile lovingly at her daughter who’s gazing at a diamond chandelier style earring she holds in her tiny little hands.

    Gabrielle:
    I don’t care what you say Drew, it’s not reality and it’s not what you really believe. As a fighter, as a wrestler, as somebody who has competed in the FWA for seven years I know my fellow wrestlers far too well. Each and every one of us wants that Championship. You can rename the X Title, you can rant and holler, you can make grandiose statements…but people don’t buy into it. The World Champion is the one headlining Pay Per Views and making waves, you tend to open shows. You can call yourself the greatest wrestler in the FWA, the greatest wrestler in the world but the evidence is not there.

    Its not though because you keep things simple in your promos, it’s not because you don’t play some game…it is because in the ring you truly are just an emerald. You may be good…but you are not great. You have accomplished many things, and you talk a big game but Drew I look at you and I don’t see that potential for the grandeur you lay claim to. An emerald can’t become a diamond…especially an emerald that seems to have embraced what it is.

    I’ve thought about it again Drew…all your vitriolic words, all your claims and exaggerations, your ‘Emerald Championship’. Do you hide behind these things because you accept what you are?

    A wry smile, matched by Carmella crosses Gabrielle’s lips.

    Gabrielle:
    You accept your lessor status, so have created this vision that tries to make an emerald something more than it is. You claim to be better than everyone else despite never proving it. You carry yourself with such an arrogance as you display a Title that only you thinks anoints you to be truly special. You proudly brag of being an emerald, a worthless and ignored jewel. This play though changes nothing…nor does any movement towards the future building up steam.

    She pauses for another few seconds and just smiles at her daughter lovingly.

    Gabrielle:
    I hear the whispers, the claims, the stories. People looking for, looking towards the future of the FWA and subtly talking about when the current era goes out to pasture…

    Your name seems to enter this discussion Drew, somehow it does, in this era after all the FWA has endured just to stay alive it is Drew Stevenson that some hold in high regard. But I have fought way to hard, harder than anybody else to get where I am…and at the age of twenty seven I am not ready to be replaced by a new breed that is in fact older than I am in most cases.

    You speak loudly on this matter Drew, you have for sometime now. It runs out of your mouth hand in hand beside your exaggerations of the specialness of an emerald. You want change, you want Drew Stevenson on top of the world…

    She smiles somewhat cruelly, and mockingly.

    Gabrielle:
    Remember what I said earlier about your false claims of what your Title is and your hidden desire to be World Champion. You cant continue to deny it when you complain so readily about those who are the World Champion, and those who fight for that Title. You want it to be you, you crave that glorious moment. But despite where things seem to be headed simply being newer than me in the FWA but older than me in life…does not make your dreams a reality. I worked my entire life to get here, to travel the globe, leave my family behind, break barriers, break the glass ceiling, revolutionise a woman’s place in this industry.

    I had to do all of that to get to where I am right now…that can’t be easily duplicated or ignored.

    I can’t be easily brushed aside and replaced with a new era. An emerald is no replacement for a diamond, and Drew Stevenson cant beat me. Through all your statements of being such a great wrestler I have competed in and won matches that would leave you broken and scarred. I have achieved greatness, I have wowed fans the world over for the seven greatest years of my life. I’m not ready to give that up, I still have dreams…

    She smiles at Carmella.

    Gabrielle:
    I still want my little girl to see her mummy as World Champion, Drew Stevenson…you wont stand in the way of that.

    Gabrielle then lifts Mella up and holds her in her arms, before tickling her and ending this glimpse into her life with a soundtrack of laughter amidst the sparkle of diamonds.
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    “I told you.”

    Similarly to last week, a voice is heard speaking through complete darkness. There’s no cheesy clap to turn the lights on this time. A switch is heard being flicked and the blinding light pours throughout the room, revealing its contents. Keeping with the theme of harkening back to last week, it is the exact same locker room that Ryan Rondo was speaking in when he spoke about the then upcoming Sunrise-Sunset reunion and third battle with Vodka and Venom – the only time the teams have met without the belts on the line. The former Tag champions stands in the middle of the room, wearing the same Sunrise-Sunset shirt from last week although Devin Golden’s face has a huge red X going through it and ‘Sunset’ is scored out. Rondo wears emerald green tights with a gold trim this time, wrestling boots to match. Everything in the room is the exact same as last week with various Sunrise-Sunset images plastered everywhere except this time, Devin Golden is crossed out of everything. The floor of the room is spotless aside from a few magazines lying around. There’s only one piece of furniture – a steel chair.

    “I told you that I could hold my own against Vodka and Venom all by myself. And I DID! Devin Golden stole the credit from me AGAIN. Just like when I was the one who came up with the ideas for our team, or the skits, or whatever. But no, all I hear is that SS was the brainchild of Devin Golden, or that Devin Golden was the defining factor in the close moments where if I had a lesser partner, we would have failed. Point in hand – Devin Golden was the man behind it all, the greatness of Sunrise-Sunset and what it achieved.”


    Rondo stops speaking with a stonefaced expression coming to the fore. He looks down at his top and the crossed out former mentor/partner of his.

    “Dead. Fucking. Wrong.”

    The former multi division champion points right to his shirt.

    “I showed you last week that it is the complete opposite way around. I was the one who came out for the match, I was the one who was putting a beatdown on V and V until Golden came out, stole MY pin and MY credit. Fickle, incredibly fickle of you all to cheer for the man when he didn’t even bother his ass to come out and give you a match, he just gave you a glimpse. The funniest part is: He helped me. He’s not a guy to cheer for, is he? But you will continue to do it in hopes that he puts me in my place. He never has and he never will. Funny that we manage to beat Vodka and Venom when the belts aren’t on the line and we aren’t a team. But then again, Devin Golden WAS the only difference this time. He wasn’t there. Whyte Thunder was. That just proves that the defining factor was Devin Golden. He’s the reason that Sunrise-Sunset died and he’s the reason that I am the person you see now. Boo him. It’s all his fault.”


    Ryan stops himself from going on too much as he knows that Golden isn’t too much of a concern this week as he will not have to carry him through a tag match this week. He stirs again.

    “Golden will get what’s coming to him. He knows exactly what I am going to tell him on Fight Night. And you’ll all realise that it has been obvious all along. He knows what match I will be choosing for us. It will be violent I trust you. And at that, you all get a taster for how violent Ryan Rondo can be this week when Jethro Warren steps into the ring and tries to land a strike on me. People wonder why I turned my back on this company. Is it really that hard to figure out when I am going up against a tomato can whilst Shane McLean gets to wrestle Wolf, PAJ gets to wrestle Gryphon, Gabby gets Drew Stevenson? Hell, even Christian Quinn and his drunken cancer patient are above me on the card. What a fucking joke.”

    Rondo takes a look around and remembers all the various adages he has made using pictures recently, talking about his various title wins, moments in SS’s reign amongst other things. He bends down and picks up a magazine lying on the floor, a wrestling weekly mag. And he flips through it and stops it right at the pages where the FWA has announced that he will be in a chamber match along with five other opponents for the World title.

    “Now this. This is the BIGGEST bullshit ever. Everyone knows that I should be getting world title shots or be in the picture, it’s what I deserve. Hell, I can even admit that PAJ and Shane probably deserve it. But what on God’s green fucking earth makes people think that Drew Stevenson and Jason Gryphon contenders? Could you have imagined the UPROAR if I was announced as a World Title challenger during my SECOND X Division title reign? Or if I was announced as a challenger after dropping the belt for the first time to Alexx? And there’s your answer. That’s why I turned my back on this company. Because it is run by spineless cowards who cannot keep people in their place. Stevenson sits on twitter and acts like a keyboard warrior and thinks that he is some promo god. Here’s the skinny, Drew Stevenson couldn’t write dialog for a porno, he is as cunning as a dodo bird. The guy’s so dumb he couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. But it’s alright, he has Chael Sonnen’d himself into getting a title shot by being a little bitch, just means that there are even more people for me to beat for when I win that belt and finally have it rightfully placed around my waist, cementing the stupidly disputed fact that I am one of the best the FWA has ever seen.

    As for Jason Gryphon, he can keep living in fairytales just a while longer because he’s too much out of his depth. In that match, he is going to be as useful as a condom machine in the Vatican.”

    The future world title challenger chuckles at that last comment, the wry smile that was plastered on his face last week is present once again. It seems to be more and more of a familiar sight nowadays, almost sinister in appearance.

    “You all saw the look of sadness on poor Whyte Thunder’s face last week. He’s heartbroken. Heartbroken that the person he taught learned his lessons and showed a true understanding. Be selfish he said. It’ll help you he said. Yet why be sad because I took your advice? This is a monster that he has created and he now knows that it is time for him to face the music and deal with it. Direct all your anger at me but I am not the man that anyone should be hating. Devin Golden is to me what Christian Quinn is to Lucian Ace. A manipulator. You’ll all get some explanation soon. But right now is not the time, I’ve got credentials to rubber stamp…”


    Rondo feigns a look of confusion for a moment and then laughs away at himself…

    “OH WAIT. How the fuck am I supposed to be taken seriously as I fight a jobber? I’m sure beating top level competition. See, a lesser man than me like Drew Stevenson or Lord Birdshit would be happy at being given easy wins week in and week out but not me. I want the best, because I can beat them… because I AM THE FUCKING BEST. I don’t want to be facing losers like Jethro Warren when my world title competition is going to be facing much better. It’s called DISCRIMINATION. Just because I put my career before the FWA, I am getting hit with shit matches. How come PAJ isn’t? He threw you all under the bus quicker than I did. It’s bullshit. I don’t even know who Jethro Warren is or what he has done lately. Seriously, I thought he was a contracted jobber when I saw the card.”


    He sighs.

    “Who’s it going to be next week? Is it going to be Vincent Takaab?

    I’m shaking in my fucking boots. I don’t even know if he’s above or below Jethro Warren on the ever more populated ladder of direness and absolute mediocrity. Sometimes I watch one of his matches and just wonder why this guy doesn’t take his trillions of dollars, buy a private island and just disappear from the wrestling industry because it’s quite clear that he can’t do that, maybe he can take Drew Stevenson with him and they can form their own company where they can win every single title every week since that’s all they appear to bitch about. At least I haven’t seen Warren bitch about anything so I don’t know why he has been punished with a match with me this week.”

    He takes one last look around the room, the wry smile almost fading to a somber expression for a moment but he catches himself and walks towards the door, opening it, turning around to make one last statement before leaving.

    “You know what? I’d of rather faced Blackbird this week. Just to put a point on how far above him I am and how much of a bloody fucking joke this sort of matchmaking is. Why give him a non title match against the World champ? Have him face me to see if he’s really upto it since I appear to have the role of can crusher now. I have a problem with everyone in this company, and I am going to rectify them all at some point. I’ll get my hands on Stevenson, PAJ, McLean, Gryphon and whoever the world champion is soon enough. But they better be watching on Fight Night because they are going to see what is coming for them when I dismantle Jethro Warren and show you that I am a better WRESTLER than all of you. Better, smarter and faster. Stevenson, you listening? You can sit on twitter and crow on and on and on about things but really, it’s pathetic, boring and tiresome. You are all talk and no show and that’s why you’re stuck in a dead division with no hope of getting anywhere else. Gryphon will knows he’s out of his depth when all his creatures start to lose their belief. PAJ is just Wolf’s bitch and Shane McLean would rather make a joke than a serious attempt at trying anything even remotely close to this. Only thing is, he’s the fucking joke. Infact, my placement on this show is a joke. Jethro Warren is a joke. This match is a joke. The crowd is a joke. Whyte Thunder is a joke. Everything right now is a joke and that’s why I am acting as such. But when Anti Faith hits and I appear and the crowd try to boo my ass out of the building, I will smile and laugh and beat the holy shit out of Jethro Warren just to show you all what is heading Devin Golden’s way. Then I’ll let you all know what match I’m going to drag his sorry ass through and then maybe you’ll get to see him be sad again and you will all cheer because you’re just a bunch of fickle fuckwits.

    Peace.”


    He leaves the room.


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    Re: Fight Night 2/28/2014 promo thread

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    Mustang Maddie stands backstage with a microphone in hand.

    Maddie:
    Last week I made my return…it wasn’t the triumphant moment I wanted though. The bright lights, the world watching, the nervousness over my leg it was all too much. I was awestruck by the emotion of being back in the FWA and I put in a performance that was far from my best. I am passed that now though, the roar of the crowd is an adrenaline that I miss and one that I will embrace tonight. Ayla El and I went to a draw last week in a forgettable match, this week I get a chance to make up for that AND I get to team with the current Womens Champ Saddle Sally. I have to say Sally I’m honoured to team with you and so proud to see you as the Champ once again. Nobody can say you don’t deserve it. Teaming with you Sally will be a pleasure, especially getting to beat Ayla and Divine. Miss El has never been the most liked woman in the FWA and for very good reason, now she has some little disciple but that makes no difference. Tonight Sally and I are going to defeat the Brethren El and that’s a promise I make in wanting to make up for last week.
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    The scene opens at the top of a skyscraper, wind blows heavily and birds are heard above squawking loudly. In the distance on the horizon, the sun is slowly setting amongst the pink and orange hue of the sky. Ayla El walks towards the ledge of the building, with Divine being dragged by the neck. Ayla is dressed in a black crop top with camouflage cargo pants with a black belt with a shiny silver buckle; Divine on the other hand is dressed like a waiter – a long sleeved white shirt with a plain black tie and a pair of black pants. Ayla throws Divine against the small wall that blocks the ledge of the building.

    Ayla: The puppet is useless. I could throw it over this ledge and it wouldn’t even care. But that’s the point. Divine has no purpose… therefore I give it purpose, just like all the ants down on that world… they get a purpose from ancient texts and fairy tales. As I look upon the city beneath, from my ivory tower, I realize just how small and insignificant they all are and how foolish they are to believe in those false prophets. That is why Divine is how the whole world should be… mere canvases for Ayla El to paint a personality upon.

    Ayla drops a pebble off the ledge of the building, watching it fall several stories down. The city is bustling below as the day is coming to a close and everyone is rushing home.

    Ayla: Look at them all believing that what they’re doing is important. Who truly decides that? Do you think someone in some other country gives a damn what those trapped rats living in cubicles do with their lives? No. However it is high time that the world returns to their undivided concern of Ayla El. The Brethren El will bring that to fruition, starting with this tag-team match. Last week was a fluke. Mustang Maddie was only able to bring me to a draw because she used under-handed tactics to win and Jason Gryphon… let’s just say that Divine enjoyed being touched by such a powerful man.

    Ayla kicks Divine’s limp body.

    Divine: Mustang Maddie… is nothing more than a joke. Divine sees through the façade that she wears. She believes that the fact that she’s this legend, and fan-favourite that everything will go her way. Well she’s dead wrong. Her career is a failure. Her return will be a failure once she loses to The Brethren El, and ultimately she will be humiliated by Divine. My master – Ayla El – demands that all that oppose her be embarrassed in front of the world. Mustang Maddie will feel the embarrassment.

    Ayla: And her partner, the women’s champion and biggest hypocrite in all of the FWA – Saddle Sally. She is simply the personification of failure by the FWA. The FWA’s failure to make women’s wrestling relevant again, and the failure of a woman whose career has never been anything more than that of a stereotypical cowgirl used for photoshoots to arouse the same men she belittles for “sinning” by being tempted by images of her. Something’s wrong with that picture, and this match will be the way for The Brethren El to deal with it.

    Ayla looks right into the camera, then throws it over the ledge as the scene ends as the camera falls from the top of the building and crashes to the bottom.

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    Ashley: G'day, I am current tag champion and one time "Dubai's sexiest man of the year" Ashley O'Ryan. This week I face one Vincent Blackbird. Which I am sure is going to be a riveting and thrilling match. But not as riveting and thrilling as wot I am proud to bring to you tonite. A sneak preview of FWA Films latest venture "Whiteswallow", staring myself as Agent O'Ryan, Gabrielle as agent Emily Titmouse, and Christopher Walken himself as Sir Charles Baakat Whiteswallow. I'm sure you'll enjoy


    INT.SECRET AGENCY- OFFICE
    Agent O'Ryan and Chief Z look at a screen showing various
    information. Z is going over information on O'Ryan's next
    mission. A series of images of a single man show up

    CHIEF Z
    His name is Sir Charles Baakat
    Whiteswallow. Wanted in over ten
    lands
    EXT.MARKET SQUARE-DAY
    Amist the hustle and bustle of the market a small van pulls
    into a loading zone
    CHIEF Z(VOICEOVER)
    Six counts of terrorism

    Three men, dressed in black with masks run out of the van,
    aiming guns at a group of people. They grab a woman and a
    teenage girl. Bodyguards pull their guns, only to be quickly
    shot. The woman screams

    EXT.SKYSCRAPER-ROOF-NIGHT
    Four people in black zipline from the current building
    towards another with a sign reading "Second National Bank"
    CHIEF Z(VOICEOVER)
    Ten counts of bank robbery

    INT.GOVERNOR SWANSONS HOME-MAIN BEDROOM-NIGHT

    The governor sleeps alone. Suddenly he is pulled from his
    bed by his feet. He wakes up to his head bumping the end of
    the bed as he is pulled to the floor, a gun in his face

    INT.SECRET AGENCY- OFFICE


    O'RYAN
    Wait, sir?

    CHIEF Z
    Speak

    O'RYAN
    If this guy is so bad, then why the
    bloody hell didn't he change his
    name to anything but
    "whiteswallow"?

    The chief grumbles in annoyance

    INT.GOVERNOR SWANSONS HOME-MAIN BEDROOM-NIGHT

    The man pointing the gun at the governor pulls is mask off,
    revealing himself to be Sir Charles Baakat Whiteswallow.
    Painted on his face is a white bird

    WHITESWALLOW
    Governor Swanson. I believe you
    know these two
    He holds up a picture of the kidnapped woman and teenager.
    Swanson stutters

    WHITESWALLOW
    Your wife has finally calmed down,
    thanks to the help of a certain
    dosage. As for your daughter

    INT.SECRET LAB-PRISONCELL
    A guard hands the young Swanson girl some bread. She throws
    it back, snarling

    SWANSON DAUGHTER
    Take your baked rock and stick it
    in that vacuous space where a brain
    should be, you pewtrid piece of
    orangutan vomit. There are ants
    with bigger testicles then you
    have, you cowardous heap of rotten
    shark chum. The fact you are
    wearing laces only proves you still
    live at home with mommy
    The guard returns
    GUARD
    Something to say, child?

    SWANSON DAUGHTER
    Yeah. I have a purpose. You? You're
    drivel. You were an accident. No
    you were less then that. Your mom
    rolled over on a wet spot your dad
    left and nine month later you some
    how made your way out of the birth
    canal.

    The guard grabs for his waist. The girl jumps back a bit.
    The guard pulls out a kleenex as he pulls his mask off. He
    is obviously emotionally hurt

    GUARD
    You know, that really hurt.


    SWANSON DAUGHTER
    I


    GUARD
    I just try to do a good job. It's
    not my fault the food is subpar. I
    wanted to get into baking but there
    wasn't any spots they said. So I
    had to be a guard. I know I'm bad
    at it.

    The teenager looks on, somewhat uncomfortably. The guard
    starts to sob
    GUARD
    I just wanted to make you proud
    poppa, I just wanted to make you
    proud

    The girl awkwardly pats the guard on the shoulder, looking
    around for another guard. The guard blows his nose rather
    loudly

    INT.GOVERNOR SWANSONS HOME-MAIN BEDROOM-NIGHT

    WHITESWALLOW
    Let's just say, I like her. She's
    got a talented tongue.
    The governor mistakes Whiteswallows meaning for something
    sexual and attempts to lunge at Whiteswallow, who quickly
    cocks his gun

    WHITESWALLOW
    Ah ah ah. Naughty Mr.Governor. Your
    family will be fine. But you have
    to deliver something for me.

    INT.SECRET AGENCY- OFFICE

    An image of a large cut jewel comes up on the screen

    CHIEF Z
    It's called the Phoenix Diamond.
    Worth an estimated twenty-seven
    point two million dollars.It was
    being held temporarily in the
    second national bank and

    O'RYAN
    And Whiteswallow stole the Phoenix.
    I feel some sort of bird theme here

    CHIEF Z
    Now Whiteswallow is a rogue. He was
    a former member of a group a group
    called FALCON. A group that
    attempted without success to join
    up with one BIRD EMPIRE

    O'RYAN
    BIRD EMPIRE? Not familiar sir.

    CHIEF Z
    Understandable. They were never
    really on our radar. The agency
    tends to only pay attention to
    groups with the potential to
    actually threaten. But agent
    O'Ryan, if Whiteswallow safely gets
    this diamond to his home country,
    he can power any form of horrible
    weapon and bring the apocalypse.

    INT.SECRET AGENCY- RESEARCH LAB

    CHIEF Z(VOICEOVER)
    You will be given all the needed
    weapons, vehicles, and gadgets
    needed to stop Whiteswallow

    Flashes of guns, grenades, and a 500hp Infiniti Q50 Eau Rouge

    CHIEF Z(VOICEOVER)
    The agency will spare no expence in
    bringing Whiteswallow to his knees

    Sounds of O'Ryan giggling

    CHIEF Z(VOICEOVER)
    Oh shut up
    INT.SECRET AGENCY- OFFICE

    CHIEF Z
    There is one more thing. I'm
    bringing in a partner for you

    O'RYAN
    I don't work with partners

    CHIEF Z
    She

    O'RYAN
    You didn't let me finish. I don't
    work with partners until I have
    heard their measurements I mean
    credentials

    CHIEF Z
    Used to work for Whiteswallow. She
    is highly trained and knows her way
    around the FALCON complex


    A woman in a business suit and a heaving cleavge enters the
    room

    CHIEF Z
    Ah right on time. Agent O'Ryan this is


    Ashley turns and is stunned at the beauty in the door way

    TITMOUSE
    Titmouse. Agent Emily Titmouse

    ASHLEY
    Tit..mou...

    CHIEF Z
    Alright you two. Get the hell out
    of my office

    EXT.CITY-NIGHT

    The Q50 roars down the highway

    INT.Q50

    Agents Ashley and Titmouse sit in awkward silence. Ashley,
    driving, takes the odd glance over just below Titmouse's
    eyes

    TITMOUSE
    Thrity-four double D

    ASHLEY
    I have no idea what you are even

    TITMOUSE
    My breasts. Now you know

    ASHLEY
    No no I was just. Okay fine.
    Actually I was wondering how you
    fit into a bulletproof vest

    TITMOUSE
    Seriously? Never really been an
    issue

    ASHLEY
    Really?
    EXT.ROOFTOP-DAY

    A man has a gun drawn and aimed at Agent Titmouse. He aims
    at he chest, staring at it for a moment, then aims for her
    head, but not in time for her to close in, and disarm him

    INT.Q50

    TITMOUSE
    Yeah, for some reason men can't
    don't seem to want to shoot at them

    ASHLEY
    Hmm I can't imagine

    TITMOUSE
    With guns

    EXT.CITY-NIGHT

    The Q50 swerves. Titmouse laughs

    WHITESWALLOW(VOICEOVER)
    You don't know me. You think you do

    EXT.GOVERNOR SWANSONS HOME-FRONT-NIGHT

    WHITESWALLOW(VOICEOVER)
    You assume you know what a man like
    me is capable of

    Governor Swanson, with a briefcase attached to his arm gets
    in his vehicle. He is handed a plane ticket and a watch with
    a timer counting down

    INT.SECRET LAB-PRISONCELL
    Governor Swansons daughter looks up at a clock

    INT.AIRPORT-DAY
    A firefight between members of FALCON and Agents O'Ryan and
    Titmouse

    WHITESWALLOW(VOICEOVER)
    I am not your high and mighty. I am
    your low. I am set to snap the
    ankles of this system you praise as
    invunerable. And while it crumbles
    and you all cry in the streets in
    panic

    INT.SECRET FALCON BASE-CONTROL ROOM
    Whiteswallow has a gun aimed at O'Ryan's head

    WHITESWALLOW
    I will be the one in control
    O'Ryan rolls his eyes

    O'RYAN
    Swallow...


    Ashley: Haha what a great blockbuster that is sure to be. See it when it is released sometime in 2016. And don't forget to root for me, Ashley O'Ryan as I take on Vincent Blackbird.
    Until then, see you in the ring
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