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    PROMO THREAD Aftershock 2014

    Post promos for Aftershock 2014 in this thread. All promos are due Friday, May 23 at midnight Pacific time, Saturday, May 24 at 3 a.m. Eastern time, 8 a.m. British time zone.

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    Re: PROMO THREAD Aftershock 2014

    CRAZY UGLY: BEATRIXX ON THE STREET

    "Oh hello, ya'll been sneakin' up on me?"

    She spoke in her bizarre twang as the camera fuzzed into focus and leered on the heavily decorated face of Beatrixx Black, a rapper-turned-wrestler who had signed a contract with the FWA not three days ago. She was out in the streets of New York, and this video seems to have been shot in an intentionally messy, blurry fashion. The camera wanders in and out of focus and seems to indulge voyeuristically in following random passersby and tracking up and down Beatrixx's body which is bedecked in one of her typical odd and trashy outfits. In this video she usually addresses the camera directly, leering into the lens and staring into the eyes of those watching at home, but her attention occasionally drifts to passers-by. She gets far more attention than she gives though, which is perhaps unsurprising given her attire. The camera begins to follow her as she totters down the street, either twirling in front of her when she chooses to address it or lingering behind and allowing her to do the turning, walking backwards in high heels with much practice.

    "So ya'll heard the news, yes? Ya'll heard the news that I myself, Miss Beatrixx Black, Miss Billboard 100, Miss Rap Game Of The Century, Miss...Miss God Damn Everythang, has signed a contract to become a professional wrestler. Now what I want ya'll to make damn sure of is that I ain't just steppin' into a wrestlin' ring this Sunday for the first time in my life. I been takin' lessons ya see, I just been keepin' it a secret from ya'll. Aww, ya'll upset that I been keepin' secrets from ya? Well sorry babies, mama gotta have some private time, you know? But the cat's out the bag now, ain't she babies? That cat's name is FWA STAR...Beatrixx Black. Hahaa! I like the sound of that!"

    At this point the camera stumbles because Beatrixx has suddenly caught the eye of a group of teenage boys on the other side of the street. The cameraman keeps his distance as he films the boys leering and yelling (censored) obscenities at her.

    "Hey ya'll boys interested? Ya'll kids like what ya see huh? WELL F*** YOU HUH? F*** YOU! YOU PENCIL DICK F****! YOU DON'T DESERVE YOUR ASSES EVEN F****** LOOKING AT ME, UH? YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE, HUH? YEAH, I BET YOU F****** WOULD YOU GOD DAMN PERVS."

    Beatrixx turns to the camera again.

    "Come on little babies, we got a lotta work to do. You see kids like that though? You see those scrawny little f****? That's exactly whose gonna be watchin' me kick the asses of those little girls they rub their little dicks to. Aww, I can almost see 'em cryin' now, hahaaa!"

    She throws her head back and laughs and the camera cuts to a little later on Beatrixx's walk through town. She is in a less-populated, seedy area now that resembles an industrial estate. She is still talking to the camera as it follows and tracks around her.

    "Now I know ya'll would trust me to the ends of the earth and all that but don't ya'll worry we actually goin' to show you somethin'. But I ain't just talkin' to you, my babies or my haters, we talkin' to someone specific and now we got where we needin' to go I'm just gonna come out and say it. Hey, Zoey, yeah, lil perfect princess Zoey Ellis. We got somethin' to show you so I hope you watchin'."

    We then follow Beatrixx into what seems to be a very dirty and rundown gym where Beatrixx assumedly trains. She waves hello to a couple of people on her way in but their is no attempt made to suggest the people there didn't know she was coming. Already set up is a boxing ring with a sweaty young woman dressed in a mismatched shorts and top combo with her hair tied up in a loose ponytail. She has been informed that she is going to fight Beatrixx Black, and she seems to be very surprised by the silver oddity that has stepped into the ring to face her. Nevertheless, their fight doesn't last long and acts as not much more than a showcase for Beatrixx's talents. She beats the woman with lots of closed fists and knees to the stomach and face. She then hits her with a Samoan Drop. When the woman crawls back into the corner Beatrixx uses the opportunity to perform one of her more bizarre signature maneuvers, in which she bites down on the shoulder muscle of her opponent. She then proceeds to hit both her finishing maneuvers on her unnamed opponent, seemingly knocking her out cold in the process with her final camel clutch. When she finishes making sure her opponent is totally out she springs to her feet and lurches towards the camera. With her face near to the lens and her arms resting on the top rope she delivers a final address to her PPV debut opponent Zoey Ellis.

    "So, Zoey, you think you beautiful, huh? You think you so god damn pretty? I can tell. I can tell by jus' lookin' at ya that you think you just the prettiest, most specialist girl in the whole world huh? I bet that's what yo daddy told ya since you was a little girl. But yo Daddy ain't gonna be the big man that's in the ring, you gonna be the little girl in the ring, and you gonna be steppin' into it me. I ain't beautiful, I'm god damn ugly. I'm a god damn freak. Jus' look at me, do I look like the kinda girl whose been told that she was pretty? Nuh-uh. But ya see, ya know what that gives me lil girl? That gives me power. 'cos I ain't got anythin' to fear. I ain't got a pretty little face to mess up. I ain't got dainty little legs to break. I got fists of god damn steel. I got the heart of a god damn lion and I got the jaws of a shark, little girl. So you know what I'm gonna do? Outta the good of my heart, I'm gonna help you. Thass right, I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna give you what I got. I'm gonna give you no fear. I'm gonna mess up your face so god damn bad that you're not scared any more. So you can thank me from the hospital bed, little girl, 'cos after I beat yo ass you gonna have nothin' to be scared of anymore, you hear little girl? YOU HEAR ME?"

    Then, to cap off everything, she leans in to the camera and licks the lens, laughing maniacally as the screen fades to black.

    BEATRIXX BLACK: THE FREAKY WOMEN'S CHAMPION OF THE FWA

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    Re: PROMO THREAD Aftershock 2014

    OOC: Not my bestest work been fighting off a cold, so yeah. Hope you all enjoy it. Its shorter then I would have liked it to been but it'll
    work for now.


    Color Legend:
    Normal talk for Caspian Campbell
    Normal talk for Roslyn Guerrero
    Caspian's inner thoughts

    Greatness and Looks of Beauty…

    God created Happiness on December 7th 1986, that happiness came from when Genevieve Rude received the greatest thing anyone could ever receive that being a baby boy. That baby boy being non other then the man the world would come to know as Caspian Campbell, though to his mother he was Damian Stannis Rude


    Damian who when born weighed in at 6 pounds. Though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the Rude’s but another family 300, 000 miles away in a different state, in a different town. What exactly would be the disaster you wonder? Well it could have been anything from drug overdose, to a car crash, to even murder, though one thing is for certain there was a disaster some place happening exactly at that given moment.

    Though one thing was certain, when god created Damian, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come when Damian would grow into the very man we’ve come to see before us today, and that’s a narcissist, a pompous, arrogant, Sexual deviant we've come to know as Caspian Campbell, whom otherwise is known by his nickname “The Back-Door Bandit…"


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    Tuesday, May 15th, 2014 5:13pm
    Office building of 24 EXXOTICA Productions

    [[As the scene slowly began to unfold we could be seen opening up to Fantasy Wrestling Alliance's newest signed superstar Caspian Campbell, whom otherwise is known by his nickname “The Back-door Bandit”. Irritation and annoyance could be seen running through Caspian’s mind as he sat alone behind his personal desk. A rather large solid red oak desk, various papers sat piled atop of it, as well as various proposals for movies hoping to see the big screen, though they sat stacked upon Campbell’s desk waiting for his approval, though not a single person nor Caspian himself knew when that would be due to Caspian having put most of his production companies projects on hold.

    Caspian could be seen slouching in his black leather chair, his legs positioned atop his desk as he continued to relax in his office. It could be seen mid evening as the sun cast light into his office as it shined through his office window. A knock at Campbell’s office door could be heard as its heard Caspian answers.]]

    Caspian Campbell: “Come in...”

    [[Caspian says, relaxing behind his personal desk, as his personal assistant Roslyn Guerrero comes walking in from outside his office.]]

    Roslyn Guerrero: “Um-mm Cass some young female is here to see you, she says its urgent.”

    Caspian Campbell: “Urgent you don't say?”

    Aren't all things urgent Rosy when it comes to yours truly Caspian Campbell, seriously when it comes to sex you ant got to tell me its urgent, you just gotta tell me its sex related...

    Caspian Campbell: “Well Rosy have her come in...”

    Roslyn Guerrero: “You sure sir, I can tell her you're to busy today.”

    Only if she knew talking or decision making wasn't what I was paying her for in fact being my personal assistant wasn't even what she was being paid for, she was being paid to look sexy, only due to her huge jugs is why she's my personal assistant, I mean seriously I could have had anyone, but when Roslyn came in god damn she looked stunning...

    Caspian Campbell: “No Rosy my dear its fine send her in.”

    Roslyn Guerrero: "Okay if you say so Cass, then I'll tell her to come in...”

    Caspian Campbell: “Thanks, and tell her to make it quick as I don't have all day you know...”

    Roslyn Guerrero: “Will do sir...”

    [[After a few minutes a young attractive female comes walking into Campbell's office, and slowly approaches his desk as she does, he signals her to take a seat.]]

    Caspian Campbell: “Good afternoon I'm...”

    [[Before Caspian can even finish introducing himself the young nervous female speaks out, finishing his sentence for him.]]

    ???: “No need to say a word Mr. Rude, I've been a big fan of yours and more so your work!”

    [[The female says as Caspian looks on in annoyance.]]

    Caspian Campbell: “Stop... Stop... Stop... lets get one thing straight and that's never.... eeeeeeeeever will you refer to me by my real name, the only person who is allowed to do that is my mother and that's because she gave birth to me. You on the other hand didn't and its impolite not to address someone of my standards by their stage name... Now with that being said I was told you wanted to speak to me about being in a film of mine?”

    ???: ”Yes sir Mr. Rude I do...”

    What's wrong with this **tch, didn't she just hear a single word I just said to her. I mean seriously I just told her not to address me by the name the public and further more the fans don't know about and don't address me as, and what does she do...

    [[With frustration seen on his face, he signals for the female to leave him.]]

    Caspian Campbell: “The nerve of some people serious...”

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    Aftershock: YouTube pre show match (Dark Match)
    Caspian Campbell Vs. Hallelujah Harry

    Tuesday, May 21st, 2014 3:30 pm

    [[Thescene slowly begins to unfold as “The Back-Door Bandit” Caspian Campbell can be seen coming into view, and can be seen wearing a black business suit and tie standing against a black canvas that can be seen reading “Fantasy Wrestling Alliance” in gold lettering hanging down from the wall as he himself stands in front of black FWA canvas.]]

    Caspian Campbell: “So Aftershock is the name of the pay-per-view I'll be making my official debut at, the very pay-per-view I'll come to face Hallelujah Harry at, the very place I shall shine, and show the world why I am the Orgasm Titan, the Back-Door Bandit, and why I Caspian Campbell plan on leaving Aftershock victorious over my opponent Hallelujah Harry.

    Harry you and I shall square off in the middle of that very ring one on one you against well... against the man your mother and wife fantasize about when their alone or in the shower... Hell I wouldn't surprise me if you yourself fantasized about yours truly Harry...”


    [[Caspian says before walking off towards his dressing room.]]

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    Cameras are rolling as blackened storm clouds nearly covering the grey sky overhead. A like sour wind blows in the as a few dead tress sway. The ground has no life growing from it outside many dead trees that are still standing. To the left and right of his desolate plateau is a bog. A white dew rises from it along with an atrocious smell coming from them that could be only swamp gas. The camera crew walk in utter silence beside the occasion croaking of a craw as there are no birds in the area. It is eerie as the camera crew continue walking for a few miles then a light drizzles occurs then an onslaught of heavy rain falls heavily from the blackened rain clouds. The camera crew continues walking and hear thunder crash the ground not far where they are standing. The camera crew continues walking the desolate plateau as the ground is becoming thick and muddy. Standing there in front of them is a forgotten tombstone with no name on it. The camera crew continues walking for several minutes as the sour wind continues to blow. The camera crew at last come across an abandoned shack. Not a lot of maintenance has been done to keep up with this old wooden shack. A closer look at the wood on the shack indicates rot. The two windows have the wooden tee but there is no glass on those windows. The camera crew slowly open the door as creek shrieks loudly. The shack is long since abandoned and furnished in dust and cobwebs. There is shattered glass on the ground by the windows. While a rocking chair rocks ever so slowly from the wind as the door. Along with no glass on the windows to preventing the sour wind from blowing inside. On the side of the door inside there is a piece of paper written in red; held on the door with a knife.


    Oh Desolate Me
    May 20, 2014

    All smiles and laughter has become nothing more than a faded memory. All the he is too serious and sadistic lay dormant while everyone around said he was a shadow of himself. A joke if you will; told by an idiot. To quote Macbeth it “signifies nothing.’ That’s all they do is whisper and hang on the overly tired of how is no longer relevant. Glory has fleeted him. His last big run was four years ago. Nothing has happened since then. He I no clinching to life and a degree of fame by being with another man who has been run down the same if not more than him. The man is ‘The Irish Switchblade’ Ashley O’Ryan. There is an arrogance and ignorance to the madness to some who think they are wise while they are young. Wisdom comes with time and age. They don’t have the neither the wisdom nor the time. Bottom line is they are talking out of their ass as their heads are too high in the cloud basking in his glory and feeding his overinflated ego. You can always change their perception like it did back last year at Mile High and care along with the re-found ‘sadistic pleasure. Bloodying men and choking them with a cold steel chain and seeing the shock as you attempt set someone on fire on national television is accelerating experience. Given one person brought back sadistic tendencies as many prodded away but back tracked after being bested; … but not bloodied. Respect was not given nor was it earned. It was preached and writte3n as a fluke. Knocking my history prior to when ‘allegedly to when ‘glory years faded.’ You have to be that arrogant and ignorant to have the logic to think that way. The chatter is there to shake your nerves to make you wonder if what they are saying is true. There is only person who can decide that for you. It’s the person looking back at you in the mirror; it is yourself. I am far from being done my name still echoes in the arena. Photographs and videos freeze those moments in time to make people think and remember. I remember who I am but I am not the same guy I was then. Nor was I the same guy during the aftermath of the fall. I am still the very calculated sadistic monster but I am not walking down the path of the darkness and; listening to voices come from off the path that are engulfed by the darkness. I am not being lead by my heart. I am being lead by my mind. I am in control of all things. I have already walked down a darken path. It is time to make my own path.



    • The camera crew finish reading the diary entry on the door. They go back outside amongst the desolate land surround by the bog. The rain sloshing down like no tomorrow with the smell of swamp gas resonating over all smells. A bit of nose is heard from behind the cabin. It grows louder as it is coming from the left hand side of the shack. The person comes around the corner. He is wearing black boots smeared with a bit of fresh mud on them. Along with white washed blue jeans. He is wearing a black leather jacket unzipped with no shirt on underneath. His beard is thick and long with dampness. His heard is long and brown with is being soaked. He stares at the camera with his light blue eye and pure white eye. The man is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He glares ate the camera; he remains silent then slowly he raises his all too familiar tone of voice.



    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Desolate and isolated the perfect place for me. While some… [* Stu pauses and smirks then slowly speaks*] think solitary confident or even the gas chamber or the lethal injection room is more fitting. I have walked alone for some many years and was trained by the real snake Jake Roberts to be truly a cruel, sick [*Stu pauses and lets out a soft laugh. He then continues to speak.*] yet fair man. Like my mentor or dare I say the one real father figure in my life I have ever had we burned the candles at both ends. [* Stu pauses as an evil twinkles in his eyes*] The more they wanted us to leave or disappear altogether; the more they couldn’t turn away. They just had to see how evil rises and strangles the life out of anything good in the world. [*Stu pauses for a moment as he stares at the ground then slowly looks back at the camera moments later.*] One of those good things I strangled the life out of was my family life. I have an ex-girlfriend who left my ass while still being together for another man; there shortly after with a women this time. She said I was never there yet keep me in the dark to all those years of having a son with her. I have a son who loathes me and hates that my blood runs through him even though I brought him to this world. That didn’t make me change. It rather opened my eyes that much wider and started to see things…differently.



    • Stu pauses and closes his eyes. He breaths in the swamp gas while the rain continues to down pour heavily. He slowly opens his eyes.


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I saw I turned my brother into a monster while turning Jack Severino into something neither trusted by heaven nor hell. I even saw what my actions causes my one time only friend Ashley O’Ryan caused him. He says I have been forgiven. [*Stu pauses as he stares into the blackened clouds. He slowly looks at the camera*] Forgiven or not I don’t wear what I have done as badge of dishonor. I don’t feel the burned of grief I have caused. I don’t regret as I have moved forward. While acquiring Tag Team gold and losing them less than one week ago to Chris Kennedy and Brian Carter. On is a diseased soul while the other is too blind to see how arrogant and ignorant he is. His opinions about me are nothing more than opinions. Instead of running me down for ‘my so called faults’ he should be focusing on his now ex wife. Why he let the marriage fail and why has nothing to show from that? Except mentoring his little sister into maybe being a half way decent wrestler because he couldn’t or their late great father Kerry Kennedy couldn’t do. They took the belts but now will the test to see if it is the diseased soul or arrogance and ignorance bliss that ends that partnership. If Aut Pax Aut Bellum can’t crack that weakness then Vodka and Venom will do it. [*Stu smiles unpleasantly before continuing to speak.*] Third time’s the charm as they say. Same applies with marriage. I look at Gabrielle once married to [* Stu cringes and hesitates as he slowly says her name.*] Jenny Ignite. Chris Kennedy and now partner number three Ashley O’Ryan. There is more to this then it seems.



    • Stu pauses as he shakes his side to side slowly. He then smirks before he continues talking


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I have a secret for my motive. My motive is not to make Ashley O’Ryan not feel happiness. [* Stu pauses as he chuckles before he continues to talk*] Nor is my motive to recite her back from accidently hitting me with a chair a few weeks ago. Nor is it how personal things got between us in the fall of 2013 when my personal life got dragged into the all seeing eyes of the public. I got my revenge as I bloodied her and [* A sick smile comes over Stu’s face*] covered with gasoline and just about set her on fire in front of a viewing audience at home and on national television. Not to mention I gave her whiskey bath at Mile High. The secret is something I been asked to not share with anyone. The secret is my reason to attack Gabrielle. Even I was caught off guard when I was told the contents of the secret. When the secret is let out of the bag everyone will be shocked and horrified by it. Trust me I am not doing this for pure amusement. For once I am not the bad guy. Or am I? Do I have a gun pointed at my head? [*Stu pauses as he laughs*] Hard to say but you can never tell these days. Also I am certainly not being blackmailed. What can someone dig up to black mail me? I have a history of doing horrific things THAT I DO NOT REGRET DOING! Ashley last week you told you looked at me and told me man to man you trust me. I got ask do you still trust me? I did pull you off the ring after Carter took you out before further damage could be inflicted by Ego and Disease. You know I would be this way unless there was something drawing me to pursue Gabrielle; your soon to be wife.


    • A sinister smile comes over Stu’s face as he pauses then look up at the blackened clouds as rain down pours. He slowly turns his head and faces the camera once again


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: It isn’t our history that Gabrielle and I have that people say they don’t care about it. Even though they should be more concerned about what goes in their personal life than give opinions like that. Ashley you being stuck in the middle was something I knew was going to happen because of this secret I am holding. But I didn’t except you to be stuck in the middle a special guest referee between us? Have you lost your mind? This is your double edge sword Ash. Your either going to be hurt by Gabrielle or yours truly once again. Do you really want that Ash? Do you want the guilt of not raising the hand of your best friend or soon to be your wife on your head? Ash out of your friends; I would like to say I know you pretty well. [*Stu pauses and clenches his right hand for a moment. He slowly begins speaking back to the camera*] When things do not go well you begin to lose your mind and forgot who you are. Sure I was twisted and considered leaving everything behind in my life and be by myself because of how much I hurt from Gabrielle opening her mouth. I drank and dwelled on things. I was at my breaking point at a bar ready t leave it all behind I got a second chance. The venom flowed through my blood because I wanted vengeance.


    • Stu pauses for a moment and stares at blackened cloud while a bolt of lightning flashed the sky the smashes the ground. Stu slowly stares back at the camera.


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Ash you’re going to dwell and snap or you will feel depressed. Hell, personally I rather see you snap because trust me Ash; when you snap you are that much competitive. The aggression is there when you are in the ring and that’s what I wanted to get out of you little more than a week ago. I am not saying bind aggression. I am looking at focused anger. I wanted that to channel through you last week but we came up short. If you think I left to dry Ash you are dead wrong. Like I said I pulled you away. I could have laid into you worse than those two could have done. You know that and the people are viewing this right as well. If you want to be bias Ash go ahead. I will not hold it against you. I will overcome that and shake my head knowing you couldn’t be unbiased. Thinking with your heart instead of your mind is dangerous. Look what happened when I let my heart or thereof it think. It brought me hurt Ash. Just a fair warning is what I am trying to tell you. Trust me. AS for Gabrielle and dragging her family into this. I never wanted to fight Marcus in the ring but he was the one who wanted it. He heard stories Stu has mellowed he doesn’t scare no more. [* Stu pauses a sick smile comes over his face*] People perception change when they face what they fear. Marcus came face to face with devil and any courage he had dried up like water in Death Valley.


    • Stu pauses as a sick smile comes over his face the heavy rain continues to down pour.


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Marcus should been like a corpse in Death Valley and lay there and hope a vulture doesn’t come scavenging flesh from its body. He came out and didn’t want to do this. [*Stu smirks as his face goes serious*] If he didn’t want to do the match then why did he ask for the match? He knows he is old. He doesn’t have what it takes to beat me. Nor does he have the courage to look me in the eye and give me all you got when I ran down Gabrielle; his daughter. [*Stu pauses as he huffs and softly shake his head side to side. He stops then stares at the camera and continues talking*] Marcus couldn’t even put up a fight. How pathetic Marcus truly is. I ran down your daughter. Hell at Mile High and the weeks that followed I poured whiskey over her; giving her a whiskey bath. I bloodied her inside a steel cage. Hell I even covered her in gasoline and had the means to burn her alive on national television within my hands. You would think you would have pent up rage from all those things and god damn you can’t even roar if you would. Who is he to judge when he cannot even stand up for his daughter. What a disappointment. Like the saying the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. That might explain you Gabrielle. Your father has failed you. How are you supposed to teach your daughter how to stand up for herself and family and friends when your own father couldn’t do it?



    • Stu shakes his head side to side. Another flashing of lighting is seen as it smashes to the ground. Stu’s face goes serious as he continues to talk.



    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Yes I bring up family when I had no upbringing I was casted to the side. While at the same my son ain’t nominating me for father of the year any time soon. Look at Gabrielle you could stand up to Jack Severino until he made the call. Yes it ripped Jack’s life a part until I reanimated his life into something of a nightmare. You said you broke up with him or you didn’t have it in you to work things out. Same thing with my ex girlfriend Jenny Ignite. You couldn’t hold on to her. She left my ass for someone else while still to together at the time. While she left you behind or depending on you ask. You walked according to a few. While people said Jenny left you. Was it the sight of seeing the resemblance Micah has to me that spooked you? Or you simply couldn’t commit to it. Sure I can give you your dues as being a former Women’s Champion not to mention A World Champion. Second longest reigning following Matt Boudreau’s lengthy run. Not to mention a few Tag Team titles reigns with Jenny and one with the red headed step child of the Kennedy’s clan. You never did the gain that confidence to beat Drazin back for the World Title. Whereas I was inside Hell in a Cell with my brother. It was brutal falling from the cell not once but twice. The third from the cell to hell killed was enough for my brother to attain victory. However I walked away under my own power. Why I didn’t gain that title back from Wolf I was too busy trying to fix myself while preparing to eventually put Wolf down as I did make him into a monster.



    • Stu looks at the darkened clouds for a moment as the swap gas from the bog continues to overpower the air with its stench. Stu turns his attention back to the camera and begins talking again.


    Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I didn’t slay my brother as Kennedy and Jack Severino put his evil to bed before I could get a chance. Even though at Mile High in 2011 I did after all prevent him from retaining the FWA World Heavyweight title in the Mile High match. I didn’t get a chance to clean up my mess I created. You see Gabrielle as much as you loath me you know I have a will that can never be broken. I can’t quit or give up easily in desperate times. You father gave up standing up for you in my eye when he couldn’t defend your honour against me. He couldn’t even throw a punch to stagger me. Where is that will power going to be there when you are to wed Ash and live with him? If things get tough are you going to walk away from things like you always do? [* Stu pauses as he looks at his feet then looks back at the camera.*] Everyone says I walk always like I always do? Tell me when have I walked away from a fight? God damn and for the last time I didn’t walk out on my son. He just doesn’t want me in his life plain and simple! So what are you left to run me down Gabrielle with? You got nothing just like what I saw in your father’s eyes as he tried to fight me. You can tell the world otherwise but I saw nothing behind your father’s eyes Gabrielle. Where’s your fire?



    • Stu pauses for a moment he stares at his feet. He clenches his right hand a couple times; nice and slowly. He slowly raises his head and stares back at the camera.


    Stu ‘the Snake’ St.Clair: I already know you’re going to run me down for being so desolate steaming from the fact you any everyone else saying I have been nothing since two thousand and ten. Everything is discounted when I brought Jack Severino down once and for all in twenty twelve inside Hell in a Cell. Or when I won The Golden Opportunity match inside The Elimination Chamber in the same year at Back in Business. Not to mention reforming Vodka and Venom and have a dream tag team match people have wanted to see for years. We came out on top but more importantly the dream match occurred. Twenty eleven I buried my Brother alive at Back in Business and fought him inside Hell in a Cell. All these claims everyone been saying is pure ignorance straight from their ass. I never panned you as being dumb Gabrielle I did after all nickname you The Black Widow. If you’re going to buy into this well you’re in more trouble than you can imagine. Ash isn’t going to protect me in this match. Nor will he protect you. A regular referee wouldn’t hold up but Ash will. Even though I think he will be stricken with grief for being caught in the god damn middle. I didn’t force him and you certainly didn’t force him. He selflessly volunteered himself to referee the match.


    • Stu turns his shoulder and looks at the shack and slowly looks up at the darkened cloud then slowly back at the camera.



    Stu “The Snake’ St.Clair: This match isn’t about bragging rights. This match is about you standing up for your father who couldn’t even stand up for himself or even help himself for a matter of fact. Now everyone is asking what do I get out of that or at least that’s what I been asking myself. [*Stu smirks as he pauses for a moment*] I get yet another opportunity to show people I am not past my prime as everyone has claimed for the last four years. This is a singles match so I am not clinging on to Ashley O’Ryan like toddler does to a security blanket. But wait he is your friend and tag team partner. But wait once again he wants to marry Gabrielle? I might be on a level playing field after all. But who is to say after all we entitled to our analysts’ opinions on things. Analysts have been wrong before. I have always been a wild card because you never know what I am going to do. But it’s safe to say for second time this month I look at two generation of a family; at father and daughter in the eyes. Once again I will not see the will power and the want. There’s no fight there. {*Stu smirks*] I hope there’s some fight if not then I don’t know how she is going to commit the rest of her life with Ashley O’Ryan.


    • Lighting flashes in the colourless sky and smashes to the ground. A crow perches on the roof of the shack cawing as the rain continues to down pour. With an over powering stench of swamp gas still is very vibrant in the air. Stu spreads his arms to the air with an expressionless expression on his face. As water from the rain runs down his face and body. The camera feed slowly cuts out then fades.


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    A small room is shown. It is surrounded by white walls, and no windows. Only fluorescent lights blinking from above. In the middle of the room is a cold metal chair. On that chair is none other than Dave Sullivan. Sullivan is looking as scruffy as ever, with his unwashed hair and unshaved face. Dave just sits in the chair...doing nothing for a good three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. Finally, out of nowhere, Dave lifts his right leg up, and lets out one really nice long fart.

    Dave Sullivan: That's what I think of James Syncidate.

    Dave then kills some people and shoots up heroin and all that stuff.

    *End promo*

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    The Chaotic Bloodied Mess that follows the X Championship.

    I nod towards a group of my personal hackers who start rapidly typing on the keyboards in front of them. The one in charge of the group turns towards me.

    Lead Hacker: Boss, we have hacked the global network, so whenever you are ready to deliver your message to everyone around this planet.

    On May the 19th, my scheduled day off, I was planning on taking the lovely Anna Kendrick ice skating in St. Paul, Minnesota, followed by a candlelight dinner under the beautiful stars. That however was cut short because that arrogant piss-ant and thorn in my ass, Jethro Warren decided to show off his skilled impersonation of a doormat in a sleazy Chicago hotel. Causing FWA Management to scamper and try to salvage the House Show nearby. So instead of spending time under the stars with the beautiful Anna, I had be in the ring with ugly, and untalented fluke of a X Champion, Misty.

    Now, normally I don't mind working at the last minute or even facing Champions, but I mean come on. Everyone in attendance that night all knew the same exact thing and thought it at the same exact time. Everyone knew that it should have been The Mist getting his golden opportunity to be in the ring with a true Champion, the rightful X Champion, me, in that non-title match not the other way around. And while The Mist got a roll-up victory, I am still sticking to my claim that he was holding onto my belt and pants. Everyone had bare witness that I was the most dominant Wrestler in that match, hell I had to carry Misty throughout the night.

    Jethro, I've got no problems stepping in for you in matches primarily because I know that the more you no-show, the less money you end up making. The less money you make & have, the more of Amber's gold-digging side comes out. Eventually she'll end up stabbing you in the back and leaving you for another person. I only hope that when that day comes Jethro, that stabbing isn't quite so literal like it was for me.

    Misty, everyone knows that had my former flame not been at ringside for your Hardcore Thumbtack Match against Jethro for the vacant X Championship, Jethro would've kicked your ass and become the X Champion. Hell, since winning the X Title, the ONLY matches you have won have all been at house shows and those have either been against local “wrestlers” or you won by cheating. Unfortunately for you Misty, this Sunday, you will be facing me in my true environment where nothing is illegal and everything can be used.

    So now, this Sunday at the new Aftershock PPV, I'm going to be facing the fluke of a champion, that lucky son of a bitch, Misty. And I hope that Jethro actually gets off his lazy fat ass and actually show up for a scheduled appearance, making the match a Triple Threat First Blood Elimination Match as originally planned. But regardless, I promise you all this that this Sunday, the BIRD Empire will be in full force and I will leave both of my opponents laying in a heap of their own blood.

    At Aftershock, the handcuffs that were binding me from showing off my hardcore nature will be unlocked. I will be unchained and unleashed so that both of my opponents along with everyone in the crowd and in the back, will all bare witness to my bloodied resurrection as I ascend back to up my throne after I take back what is rightfully mine. I will take back my X Championship and I will wipe the blood of Misty and Jethro off of my Title then spit on their graves as they lay defeated by my hands.

    One last thing and this is to traitorous bitch Trace and that black widow of a whore, Amber Warren. If either of you two decide to interfere then you'll have to deal with River, and the more beautiful and... “Talented” Anna Kendrick as they are in my corner to make sure you both behave. So there won't be any stabbing me back with what sharp object you might come to have in your possession Amber.


    I motion towards the lead hacker to cut the signal returning every electronic on the planet to what it was originally doing. I get up and the lead hacker gets everyone out of the warehouse that we were in, each going their own separate ways. As the FWA Cameraman and I get to the door, we look back at the computers banks and the fine ass chair that I was sitting in. I turn back to face the world outside, the Cameraman sees me slam my right hand on the glass covering the red button on the wall next to the door.

    As I walk away from the warehouse, a fiery inferno could be heard coming from inside the warehouse followed by explosions blowing out the glass windows. The FWA Cameraman holds his camera shakingly as he sees the warehouse burn down, turning the camera back towards me as I walk away, he then lowers his camera to find a trail of blood along with a bloodied glass shard.

    [I WIN]


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    Thomas Princeton Promo

    Inside the FWA arena...

    The crowd begins to boo as soon as they hear the music play for "The Orange Man" as Thomas Princeton comes out with his arms stretched out in a mocking manner he chuckles to himself as he walks down the ramp in his usual business attire. He steps into the ring delicately and then is handed a mic he lets the crowd jeer him some more before smirking he finally begins to speak on the microphone.

    Tom: Oh my subordinates how good it is to talk with you all tonight!

    Boos & jeers.

    Tom: Don't be like that subordinates, this is something that must happen. We must take time to evaluate and make assessments about my match at the brand new FWA Pay-Per-View Aftershock! This is a great chapter in our history, where we create new chances for the world to see us as we really are. And this is my opportunity to show you all once again what kind of man I am! You see people have been forgetting who a lot of people are recently, they are forgetting the history, they are forgetting what made us the people we are. It is that season again whee nostalgia becomes so important in the face of change. It's a moment in history where in order to move forward we must also peer back. The Akan people of Ghana called this Sankofa which means to look back into the past in order to properly see the future. And that is exactly what I am about to do.

    You see recently there has been a lot of hype surrounding the return of Wake Walker, the man who happens to be my opponent at Aftershock. Wake Walker, a man who in his time here in the FWA beforehand never much amounted to anything. His most famous of actions involves a coffee pot and Duke Drazin. And while Duke Drazin did offer quite a bit to the history and culture of this great sport he is already a name that is slipping away into obscurity soon to only be remembered by the few and far between. Wake was already one of those people, but he returned to the FWA with a boldness and delusion that can only be described as laughable. He wanted everyone to respect him, fear him, know him and yet I have to ask if any of us really care about Wake Walker.

    Who is Wake? What does he stand for? Is he a man here to create a future or is he a man clinging to the past hoping that this will give him one last injection of importance? Describe Wake in one sentence....nobody can. And I don't mean that in a good way. He is like Rocky Creed, a blank slate, boring, bland in taste. Sure he might garner some major accomplishments but can you remember a single word he said? Can you remember a defining feud? Can anybody remember a time where they felt that Wake Walker was the future? There have been few stars who have beaten Gabrielle one on one nobody can deny him that credibility but that does not make him a superstar, it does not make him an icon, it does not make him a legend. It doesn't even make him legitimate.


    Tom pauses to point out into the crowd.

    Tom: Does anybody remember Jason Miller? "Miller Time" was his slogan and his finisher, he had a great gimmick and the fans were behind him. Jason Miller, came in on his return and took on Jack Severino and wrestled valiantly, to basically a draw. Everyone thought at that moment that Jason Miller was the future, that he had what it took, that he could become someone of worth, of value, one worth sitting on the porch sipping lemonade and talking about his accomplishments. But no....most of you don't even know who I am talking about correct? That's because one victory does not make your career and one loss doesn't erase it. Miller never had what it took to be a top dog in the company, he just fooled us long enough for us to say it once or twice in passing. How about Adam Rock? At one point he looked like a man who could conquer the X title division, but he faded into obscurity faster than he changed his gimmick. How about Mark Reynolds a man who earned a one on one victory against Ryan Hall? This man beat Ryan Hall when he was part of possibly the greatest stable of all time Unholy Uprising! Back when the true best stable of all time Executive Excellence was riding high! Mark Reynolds, a fart in the wind. If anybody remembers him it's usually linked to bad memories. How sad, how pathetic, how common....

    You see Wake Walker my subordinates is one of these kinds of people. He's not going to stick around, he's going to win a few impressive matches, maybe even get a title shot, he might win something but winning titles doesn't solidify your legacy. Just ask Faheem Fate or Daemon Inferno. No, no Wake Walker is a fraud he's a phantom he's a big long joke and our investment in him is his punchline. Who do you think is more likely to be on the Aftershock card next year? Me or him? I mean honestly think about that answer. I'm not saying you guys even like Wake, how could you? He's an degenerate, he's mean, cruel, methodical....hell in some ways he reminds me of myself. If I was a bit younger perhaps we would even be friends but I'm not and he's not. And he seems to sure of himself all I want to do is knock him down a few pegs, cut him down to size and make him realize that power, respect, honor and victory do not just come on the whims of wins and loses...no...they come from taking control. Of striking fear into the hearts of other, of making people silently curse themselves when they see they are booked to go toe to toe with you.


    Tom smirks.

    Tom: Aftershock will not just be a match for Wake Walker, it will be a wake up call. A wake up call from the delusion he calls life. This isn't IJWP, This isn't AAA, it's not NWA, TNA, IRA or NSA this is the FWA and here whatever you considered the best in your federation is only enough to be a footnote in ours....just ask Nathan Swift! This will be the night that I show the world that Wake Walker doesn't have what it takes to make it here in the FWA, that if he thinks he can take on the entire FWA roster single handily he's even crazier than we all thought! I will stomp on his dreams and piss on his ideals and laugh while I do it! I will show him what true power looks like and what a true wrestling legend is! I will knock him down and then he will stare up at me in all my glory as he looks into the eyes of the man whose conquered legends and topples empires and I will whisper to him...My name is Thomas Princeton....and I'm better than you!

    Tom drops the mic to boos as he climbs out of the ring and exits up the ramp with a big smirk on his face.

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    A Terrorist Doesn't Make False Promises

    Near the Mann Chinese Theater, Wake Walker is seen perched upon one of the many ledges in the Hollywood Mall structure. It’s a very dry day, making the scorching heat insufferable. Regardless, Wake moves his head along with the direction the crowd is moving in. As Wake people-watches, he smirks to himself several times like a crazed madman. Before dismounting from the rather perilous height, Wake spits down to the cesspool of a street below; arguably cleaning it with his pure spit. However, the expected happens: the spit lands on someone. The unfortunate person turns around and immediately decks the person behind them in the face. That person falls to the floor, unconscious before they even hit the pavement. The fallen stranger’s family members begin yelling at the first spit-drenched person and the situation escalates to the point where we have a situation. Within seconds, the local authorities arrive and settle the matter. Wake peeks above the ledge and smirks to himself. Then, he looks straight at the camera with his infinitely happy eyes, expressing his glee.

    Wake Walker: You see that right there, boys and girls? That right there, is the type of impact Wake Walker can have on the FWA … and all I had to do was spit on some guy! For the past few months, the entire company that is the FWA has been extremely dull. It’s been extremely dull because no matter how much everybody tries to convince themselves that we’re entering a new era, it simply isn’t going to happen. There’s a difference between saying something is going to happen and what actually happens. Despite Shane McLean’s triumphant victory at Fight Night and his crowning as the FWA champion, this idea of a new era is nothing more than an illusion. It’s an illusion the higher ups have created to blind us all from the truth. The truth, being, that there is no new era because not much has changed at all. Despite all the buzz behind the new era, we still manage to see the same old archaic main-eventers running amuck in the FWA. Individuals like Ryan Hall and Gabrielle among others have ensured that their eras have not yet ended and are not on their way out of the FWA echo chambers. This, however, doesn’t mean a new era isn’t coming because the new era will only truly begin when Wake Walker is FWA champion. Now, I know what some of you are thinking: Wake Walker, that loser from a couple of years ago who never really amounted to anything? What chances could he possibly have at the FWA title?

    Wake covers his mouth and begins to laugh to himself.

    Wake Walker: Silly misguided plebeians. For the past couple of weeks, Wake Walker has absolutely taken the entire FWA by storm, not because I’ve made huge changes…no. I’ve taken the FWA by storm because I’ve done something nobody else has done for a very long time. I’ve made the higher-ups, the big kahunas of the FWA, rethink their entire thought-process when it comes to the main-event. Prior to my re-debut, the FWA had their main-event neatly organized in such a way that it would provide entertainment to the crowds for months to come. Shane McLean, or some other superstar who couldn’t ever quite come through, would dethrone the mighty Ryan Hall from his place at the top of the hierarchical system of the FWA and there would be a massive celebration and there would be a glorious lengthy title reign for Shane McLean that we can all enjoy for the many months to come! Well, just like my little wad of spit disrupted the order of the very lining of society itself, I have done the same for the FWA. For the past few weeks, I’ve made the FWA officials re-think their initial decisions because the level of performance that I’m pulling off on a week-by-week basis is so superior to everyone else’s that it is completely eclipsing the skills of Shane McLean in such a way that next to me, he looks like a little child. Over the past five weeks, I’ve remained more dominant than anyone could’ve expected. I’ve taken out Thomas Jones, Maxx Hendrix, Christian Quinn, Gabrielle and even The Mist and Dave Sullivan in a triple threat match. That’s five victories in a row and no losses since my return. The last time we saw any winning streak as illustrious as mine is, is when we saw Duke Drazin pick up wins like they were dandelions in a farmer’s field. But just like farmers, nobody cares about Duke Drazin. In fact, Duke Drazin then went on to be a great superstar but he never could quite get to the level of my glorious hero, The Idol – Matt Boudreau. Ah, he was so great.

    Wake reflects briefly on Matt Boudreau’s greatness and then shakes his head, in order to shake himself back into reality.

    Wake Walker: Or maybe, you all remember Shawn Cortez – an individual who had a winning streak so impressive that it shattered existing records… but just like Duke Drazin, he also wasn’t as great as we all thought. The difference between me, Duke Drazin and Shawn Cortez is that unlike the two of them, I’m not here just to be great. No. I’m here to brand myself into the very history of the FWA. By the time I step away and say I’m done with the company, which is something both Ryan Hall and Gabrielle should do already, I will be universally regarded as the greatest wrestler that ever graced the scum-filled walls of the FWA. But you know… everybody says that. Everybody thinks they’re the next best thing since sliced bread but only a handful manage to actually prove it. I, ladies and gentlemen, am one of those individuals. For the past few weeks, I’ve been running my mouth constantly, irking every individual within the FWA and provoking them to take me on in the squared circle, but no matter how hard I try to get somebody of actual value, somebody worthy, nobody seems to take me up on the challenges I lay down. It’s almost as if the entire FWA was scared and I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if that was the case. It’s almost as if it’s in human nature to ignore something so terrifying, as if that would make it go away. No, Wake Walker isn’t going away, not without the FWA championship. So far, I’ve defeated five people and you know what that means? It means I’m better than all of them. It means that everything I said prior to the match was validated and it means that everything those individuals said about me was nothing but noise for the sake of making it. Yeah, you can go ahead and say there’s a new era or you can say Wake Walker is irrelevant but just because it comes out of your pitiful mouths doesn’t mean it’s actually true. And just like how the FWA is manipulating the FWA audience and roster who don’t know any better, other individuals have promised things and simply not come through.

    Wake places his finger on his chin, as if he were thinking about examples but it’s quite obvious that he already has the example in mind but is only placing his finger on his chin for some comedic effect.

    Wake Walker: For example, take The Mist. The Mist knows, as much as everyone else does, that I’ve continually begged for actual competition week after week, and the FWA tried their best to give me somebody who could actually pose a challenge to me and so they threw Gabrielle at me and I stomped her out. I stomped Gabrielle out and I enjoyed every second of it, more than how much Ashley enjoys having sex with his wife. I nearly had an out-of-body experience, an orgasm if you will, just to decimate one of the individuals I once feared but all I got was a beaten-down bitch who needed to be put down. So, The Mist came along as if he were some sort of apparition and he said, “Do not worry, Walker! Never fear, for I am here!” and he bickered on about how my prayers were answered, but not by God but by the devil himself, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was some competition and when The Mist told me all of that – I got excited. I was promised the world… and all I got was a pathetic 6’7 idiot who flapped his lips for a few minutes and was proud of the bullshit that spurt right through his mouth. Competition? The Mist? Please, if anything, The Mist was probably one of the easiest opponents I’ve had in quite some time. What possible competition could some big freak who struggles with the bottom of the barrel competition that the FWA has to offer possibly to provide to me? What, do all of you think The Mist’s X-Division title actually means something? HAH! That’s quite laughable. We all know that the X-Division title is nothing more than a prop designed to fool idiotic no-talent individuals like Jethro Warren, Vincent blackbird and Thomas Jones into thinking they’re actually relevant. I may not have ever held a title, but if the FWA placed me in a title match for the X-Division title belt I’d be absolutely insulted and turn down the offer because I’d rather remain never a champion than to dangle that piece of trash across my shoulders.

    Wake seems amused with some of the insults he has been throwing around. He continues.

    Wake Walker…And if I wasn’t disappointed enough with the poor performance of The Mist, you can imagine my disappointment when I walked away the winner of the match, realizing that none of my organs had been punctured or ruptured. In fact, I immediately went to the FWA doctor’s office after the match and asked them to check my spine because The Mist promised my spine would literally snap in half under the pressure from Severe Disfigurement and since I didn’t feel a shred of pain after the match, I wondered if the damage was truly that extensive? In the end, I was disappointed and I realized… that The Mist, just like a lot of the superstars in the FWA, turned out to be a fraud. You see, you can go ahead and say a bunch of stupid shit. You can go ahead and say you’re going to take me down a notch or two, you can go ahead and say you’re going to send me to the hospital, hell, you can even say you’ll pin me but at the end of the day, empty threats don’t mean a damn thing after I walk away as the winner of the match. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve been told that I was going to get killed! Literally killed! And yet, here I am, still standing. It’s almost as if my very life IS defiance because no matter how much punishment I’m put through, I’ll never cave. I’ll never quit. I’ve been through hell and back, and quite frankly – it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. I still have yet to be challenged in the FWA, and I even approached G-Rich with a threat. I didn’t tell him to give me better competition, I COMMANDED him to give me better competition and I said that if he didn’t comply with my demands, then there’d be hell to pay. It’s no wonder he didn’t take me seriously when you’ve got individuals like The Mist running around, stating that they’re going to literally kill their opponents. I can see why G-Rich wouldn’t take any of us seriously, but that’s all about to change because G-Rich has once again dropped the ball and given me someone else who has been very underwhelming as of late and that man is… Thomas Princeton.

    Wake spits on the floor, as if to disrespect Princeton.

    Wake Walker: You see, little old Tommy once used to be a great wrestler. Ah, yes. Thomas Princeton actually used to pose a threat and he would flaunt his money and his success around more than a two-dollar hooker such as Gabrielle. But, that’s in the past. The Thomas Princeton of today is nothing more than a shriveled old man who is only waiting for someone to put him down. At one point in history Thomas Princeton was seen as an iconic wrestler, arguably but now, just like Gabrielle and Ryan Hall – he needs to make his way out the door. For the past few weeks, Thomas Princeton has faced much MUCH lesser opponents such as Jethro Warren and Lord Vincent and every time, he has barely managed to walk away with a win but when the going gets tough, Princeton falls flat on his face. Well, let it be known Tommy, that this week is simply not one of those weeks where you get to face some jobber like those two clowns you’ve defeated in the last few weeks. No, this week, you’re facing an actual wrestler. You’re facing someone with a chip on their shoulder. You’re facing someone who still has a lot to prove and let’s face it, sweet prince, you simply don’t have what it takes anymore to defeat me. Perhaps a long time ago, I would’ve believed that you could defeat me in a match… but you can’t defeat the new Wake Walker. Nobody can, because just like I said… I didn’t just slack off during my time of not being here like a lot of other superstars do. No, whilst I was out of the FWA, I was out there in different parts of the United States winning championship titles and it was only until I was sure that I was the best in the entire world that I returned to the FWA because it has always been my dream to lead the FWA by example as its champion, and nobody will take that away from me. I feel bad for you, though, I really do. I almost wish I could help you Thomas Princeton but luckily I can. I’m going to help you when I defeat you at Aftershock and make you realize that you’re nothing more than a shell of your former self. You, Thomas Princeton, are going to realize just like the rest of the FWA spectators that I’m not some flash in the pan. I’m not some one-hit wonder. I’m here to prove I’m the best and I’ll be damned if I ever lose a match. A match against you, I essentially expected it from the uncreative mind of G-Rich who doesn’t have a single original thought in his entire brain. That’s fine, however. Once I’ve taken out enough of FWA’s heroes, no matter how much the FWA doesn’t want Wake Walker as champion to happen, I will FORCE it. The new era hasn’t truly begun yet but it is near and you, Tommy boy, will be one of the first to witness it single-handedly when I win the title. Luckily, unlike an earthquake who never warns you of the catastrophe that proceeds after it, I have warned all of you – multiple times; of what’s to come. All that’s left for you all to do is wait and experience the earthquake that is to come but I guarantee you that by the end of the Pay-Per-View, you won’t see the word, “Aftershock” as some sort of punchline to some cheap joke. G-Rich failed to commit to his word and for that, I’ll have to punish him and for the next few Fight Night’s to come, you will all still feel the aftershock of what I’m about to do down to all of your very cores. At the end of the night, you’re going to go back to your precious green dollar bills with no intrinsic value, Tommy, but your dollar bills can’t save you from the wake-up call I’m going to give you this week-end. G-Rich, I’m coming for you. You’ve lied to the wrong person. Soon, you’ll experience the very terror that a terrorist is capable of.

    Wake Walker leaves. The camera points down to the commotion at the street-level. Several police cars and ambulances are at the scene. Fade to black.

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    Screeching from an old rusted, swaying cage pierced the silence. Several cages were hanging along the ceiling and they were known as Crow cages. Now for those who aren't familiar with Crow cages, they were used in the Renaissance times as a punishment for those sentenced to death. They were put in the cages and left for dead, no food, no water, nothing and that is how this triple cage is seen if you look at it closely.

    You see, there have been a lot of people talking about the changes that have happened recently and many aren't "fond" of them but what they need to understand is that those days of old, that "golden" era that they loved is long gone and good, because it's a new era and a new champion will be crowned - that man is Drew Stevenson.

    In an old abandoned building was where all of this takes place, darkness consumes about 75% of the area but behind the swaying, rusted cages sat a lone figure who couldn't be revealed at this time but the moment that he speaks out? It is quickly revealed as challenger, Drew Stevenson.

    Drew,
    "They want what they call the "golden" era, back when the FWA flourished with greats according to them. So what exactly is considered a "great" to you? You see, I told the world a long time ago that certain little birdies wanted the same things to happen in rotation and we all know that those birdies will be rooting for Ryan Hall to win to preserve the last remnants of the "golden" era. You see, that makes me sick because here everybody wants to see the same shit on repeat and when Shane McLean manages to walk out as the FWA Heavyweight Champion? They immediately criticize him, they put him in this little crow cage and treat him like a second rate citizen and why? Because he didn't "grow up" with the stars of yesterday."

    Lowering his hands after using air quotes, he takes in a much needed deep breath as his breathing is very heavy due to how irritated and fired up that he is.

    Drew,
    "Now don't get things twisted, I'm not supporting or kissing his ass because I'm going to beat him at Aftershock to become the NEW FWA Heavyweight Champion of the World. However, I would like it to be known that through my infinite wisdom, I single handedly predicted just how the feeble minds of many in the FWA think. Same as I’ll go on record right here and now telling the world that I predict that everybody will look down upon me as the all mighty underdog when in fact, that is hardly the case. Oh trust me, we all know that Ryan Hall is going to be the projected winner because he is still looked at as THE man around here by certain individuals who walked away but still makes sure to give us his unwanted opinions. You see, what pisses me off the most is that we are supposed to just enjoy it in our little cages because God forbid that anybody else besides the select few actually be acknowledged as “top” tier guys around here. That’s all this match feels like, three cages that we are supposed to climb up and utilize like a mountain to reach for the stars and no, that’s not a little take on Gryphon’s nickname because quite frankly – I’m finished with monikers, I’m finished with cute little stories and I’m finished hearing the opinions of those from yesterday who do nothing but trash what WE bust our asses for.”

    Chuckling sadistically, he was truly angered and annoyed by many in the FWA but mainly the bitter old dogs that lost their smile and their main event spot. With the cages still creaking and rattling, it has a very eerie feel to it as that was the point of this entire promo, to express the darkness in how the legends now perceive the once company that they loved but now turn their backs on. Continuing to speak, the tone of his deep voice tells the story of just how he is feeling going into such an epic match and for the richest prize in the business.

    Drew,
    “You have heard it before and that are that the times are changing. When you want us to live in your shadows? We say no! When you want to hear our name being compared to yours so you can feel relevant again? We will look the other way or at least I will because I am Drew Stevenson and that is the ONLY person that I want to be. I don’t want to be Chris Kennedy, I don’t want to be Gabrielle, I don’t want to be Ryan Hall and call me crazy and maybe even stupid but if being the FWA World Heavyweight Champion means that you have to be compared to a past champion of the “golden” age and be criticized for EVERYTHING that you by those same people then I’ll be honest with you – I don’t want that honor. The way that *I* perceive this situation is that you have six very hungry competitors looking to make their mark on the company as a whole. You have a man who is blasphemous and preaches to a choir, you have one of the “golden era” stars looking to stop this new era that we are in, hell, you have an assorted group of people who are willing to maim and kill each other for the same thing, the FWA Heavyweight Championship but have they taken to think like I have and really assess the situation? See, I don’t think they have because all they see is the blinding light of that glistening gold from the strap blinding them from the reality of the situation and that situation is that no matter how hard we work? We will be judged, we will be criticized and we will forever live in this room filled with darkness and cages that the so-called legends want to see us die and suffer in. I mean, seriously, if they trashed just what kind of champion that Shane is based on the past then you already KNOW that the rest of us minus Hall will be treated the same."

    Drew pauses,
    “No matter how great that you have been Gryphon, it will NEVER be enough! When you defeated McLean recently? Sure, you gained respect and momentum in the eyes of the people who never put on those blinders but to the people that still whine, cry and jerk off to their favorite little golden era? You don’t even have a name and that’s because we all look the same in their eyes. We have no names, no faces, we have NOTHING to them and that is because it is THEY that are what’s holding the FWA down and killing it slowly like a cancer. It has been that way for awhile though and that’s why when I spoke out against the system and did something that nobody else in history could ever do? Those same people who tote around their legend status cards were the first to say that I was whining, crying, bitching and moaning but in reality Gryphon? They didn’t like the fact that I exposed their “flawless” little system. No, they hated the fact that *I* questioned EVERYTHING and I still do. They hated the fact that *I* not only snuck through the vents and past their inpenetratable little glass ceiling but that I smashed through that son of a bitch like the Incredible Hulk when pissed off.”

    Smirking, he leans forward as the darkness still conceals him. On each side of him, the rusted crow cages still sway ever so gently.

    Drew,
    “See Gryphon, it was *I* who opened the flood gates for the guys like you and Shane to claim these honors and it is *I* who is telling you that should you walk out of Aftershock as the FWA Heavyweight Champion of the World? You will get treated the EXACT same way that Shane has been treated and you may even be further ridiculed because you haven’t been around as long. Just think about it man because it no longer concerns your church or your mass who believe in you because if the eyes of the machine are closed? They are blind and if they are blind? Then none of us outside their precious little golden era exist.”

    Laughing maniacally, he reaches out and clasps his fingers through the rusted Crow’s cage. With his arms stretched out, he leans forward getting even closer to the camera, he speaks with one hundred percent conviction.

    Drew,
    “Tell me that I’m wrong and I’ll tell you that you’re nothing more than the sheep being led to the slaughter. Do you see it? Does it register to you? The sad reality of it is that for the first time in a long while – everybody else except those of the old generation are enjoying something new, something fresh and something that they can’t predict. I mean, hell, besides those who think Hall will win, look at what you have in this one match. You have Jason Gryphon, the man who defeated the FWA Champion just last week on Fight Night. You then have Ryan Rondo, the man looking to get his groove back and to shoot for the stars, and of course for those who have forgotten - *I* have defeated both men which means that realistically? *I* will be YOUR FWA Heavyweight Champion of the World, something that would piss the FWA off with a passion because let’s face it; we all know that they are against the man who opened the gates of hell for those newcomers to flood in to get their golden ticket. Oh yeah, I may not be considered the “top” dog in the match or in the FWA but nobody can deny that I was the Abraham Lincoln of the FWA because *I* freed the proverbial slaves from their cages, I freed them from their shackles and *I* gave them life and opportunities when nobody else would.”

    With his voice showing a tone of compassion, he lowers his head as his fingers clinch tighter onto the rusted metal linings of the human sized Crow cages.

    Drew,
    “In the end? Like the champion or not, accept who it is or not but keep in mind that this is the dawning of a new era and no, it isn’t titled the “new era” because many of us have busted our asses just like you did yet you chastise us and crucify us like WE are the sinners. You want to stop the change? You want to revive your precious little golden era?”

    Snapping his head up with his arms pulling the cages backwards, you can feel the intensity in his eyes without even seeing them.

    Drew,
    “Then stop being hypocrites, get off of your ass and STOP US! Put us back into these cages where you think we belong or else we WILL change EVERYTHING, hell, we’re already rebuilding the FWA so stop bitching because all you’re doing is sitting on your asses and criticizing when you don’t deserve that right. So until you are in that ring and contributing to the FWA? Keep your traps shut and watch as WE keep the FWA alive!”

    Pressing himself up to his feet, the cages smash to the ground creating a loud thudding sound which echoes throughout the building. Walking off out of the building, his heavy footsteps can be heard clanking and echoing as the last thing we see is several crow cages with what looks to be five “dead” bodies in them.

    Fade.

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    Re: PROMO THREAD Aftershock 2014

    God Must Be Crazy

    If Jesus Loves The Little Childen
    All The Children Of The World
    Why Does He Hide From Their Screams
    As His Chosen Kill Their Dreams
    A Apathetic God Is No Longer Needed
    The Beliefs Of Gryphonism Have Been Seeded

    We begin today’s journey just outside of the Basilica of Saint Mary’s in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The grade building and it’s amazing architecture help to make Minneapolis a much more beautiful place. We are only a few hours away from tonight’s Aftershock event. Minnesota has giving the professional wrestling world some of it’s more memorable performers but right now, the focus of one man’s attention is on this house of worship. Inside of the building, hundreds of the Catholic faithful are inside singing the praises of Jehovah. The sounds of beautiful singing from a choir and the reverent can be heard from the people that are just passing by on this rainy Sunday summer afternoon. Just outside of the Basilica, is Jason Gryphon. It was two day ago when Jason won the biggest battle of his FWA career. He defeated the FWA World Heavyweight Champion in the middle of the ring with four of the top World Title contenders surrounding the ring and watching his victory. The entire world say the rubber match between Jason Gryphon and Shane McCLean. They saw as Jason Gryphon debuted a deadly new finisher and put the first dent in the championship reign of McClean. Now instead of going to a gym to get in a last minute workout before the biggest match of his career inside of the Triple Cage, he is watching with great intensity, never taking his eyes off of the door to the church. The bells inside of the steeple Basilica of Saint Mary begin to ring out, signaling the end of the weekly mass. Soon, a horde of people begin to exit and walk away toward their cars to continue their Sunday. When it seems like the last person has made their exit, he stand up off of the bench that he was setting on and he makes his way over to the church. The large clap of thunder is heard as Jason steps inside of the Church and looks for the Priest that is on duty today. He finds him over by the alter going over some documents. The North American Champion walks over to him and pats him on the shoulder.

    Jason Gryphon:
    Good afternoon Father. I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you on this blessed Sunday.

    Priest:
    It depends on the favor that you wish to ask my child.

    Jason Gryphon:
    I was wondering if you could give me a few moments alone with God.

    Priest:
    I’m sorry son but I cannot just leave my church alone to someone that walks right in off the street. How do I know that you are not a thief or something.

    Jason sighs at the Priest before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a roll of money which easily appears to be at least $2000.

    Jason Gryphon:
    If you would be nice enough to grant me this one request, I would be glad to donate this money to you…and the church.

    Jason tosses the roll of money over to the Priest. He looks at the money and smile at Jason as he puts it in his pocket.

    Priest:
    If you need me, I’ll be down at O’Flannigan’s Pub.

    The Priest puts his ceremonial robes off and drapes them over a pew on the front row of the chapel. He walks out of the church and the large doors to it slam shut and echo throughout the space. Jason begins to pace on the alter before walking over to the Holy Water. He places his hands in it, making a cup, and drinking from it.

    Jason Gryphon:
    Ha, I like Deer Park better.

    Jason laughs as he turns around and looks at a large statue of Jesus Chris up on the Cross that is behind the podium. Jason takes a deep breath before he look up at the large ceiling that his a mural of God on it before looking back the statue.

    Jason Gryphon:
    I can remember going to a church just like this back in North Carolina with my brother Tom and my father. My mother was already gone at the time but my father always said that as long as we have God in our hearts, she would always be able to watch over us. Blindly, for over 15 years I walked into church and praised your name and the name of your son, just so I could be closer to my mother. When I finally got to an age when I could finally question the depth of the universe I realize that I did not want my mother to just be watching over me, floating against the veil of existence. That is not my idea of heaven, just to watch as your family and friends are brought deeper into sadness by your loss. That is the day I stopped coming to your churches but I still had faith that you were there. I believe that you were the reason that I found this beautiful redheaded angel that I traveled around the world with…and then you took her away. The day she died is the day that I realized that you do not give a damn about anyone and that is the day that I stopped putting my faith in you. No one should spend one second of their day praying to a God that does not answer their prayers or one that would give you the greatest gift in life only for you to take her away. You are no leader, you’re a not the answer to our questions, and you are no father.

    Jason walks over and he throws a bible at the head of the Jesus statue. The Bible hits the top of the statue and he falls back to the ground as Jason look into the face of the Christian Messiah.

    Jason Gryphon:
    This is what you ask of your children you feckless thug? You ask them to come to a world that is not ready for them and you ask them to be tortured. You ask for your son’s pain to be the catalyst for all forgiveness? No real father would ask that of their child. No father wishes to see their blood, their family nailed up onto a block of wood because of humanities failing. Who were you to ask him to do that? The humans were supposed to be made in your imagine and all they ever seem to do is fail. Your failing have caused too much misery on this planet. How many people have had to die because of your ever changing ideals? Hell, you even wiped the world clean in a flood before starting over again with the same people that angered you in the first place. There is no winning with you God. You will never be happy as long as there are others that believe differently from you. Why do you think that so many people have walked away from the abomination that you call of a religion? Do you think they don’t like the taste of your blood or your body? No! They have grown to despise everything that you stand for because you sit on your throne in the clouds and just watch as the civilization that you created is taking over by people that do not deserve to be on the planet to begin with. Just look at the Priest, the man that supposedly speaks for you. I offer him a bit of money and his human greed takes over. He leaves your home open to an invader so that he can have a few pieces of paper in his pocket and some booze in his belly. That is the way of your people, they are hypocrites and they have YOU to blame. You can call yourself whatever suits you to the moment, God, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, the only true name that you deserve to be called is BASTARD!

    The word bastard echoes throughout the Basilica as Jason pushes the podium down and off of the alter as he looks up at the mural again on the wall.

    Jason Gryphon:
    That name also applies to your children….your…humans. This world was a paradise before they stepped foot on it. What do they do with this perfect world that was given to them? They poison the rivers with garbage, they billow pollution up into the skies, they dump toxic waste into the ocean, and hunt species until they are extinct. Do they do anything to try to stop this world from burning itself down? No! They deny the very problems that they have created and when some of them are caught, all they do is pay a little fine and go about their way. Greed and corruption have taken a stranglehold on this world and that is why I am here. I want to tell you face to face that the day of the human is now over. Today begins the Dawn of the Gryphon age. It will bring a new age of enlightenment for those that wish to seek it. I have built a relgion where people can once again count on each other, a religion where we do great works on the planet in an effort to make this little blue rock we call Earth a happier place to live. Unlike you, I take care of everyone that dreams and calls themselves a Gryphon. I give them food and water and shelter and most of all, I give them HOPE! Humanity will have two choices, they can either Gryphonism are be lost like apes when human’s first started to evolve. The prayers of your children will forever go unheeded because of the way that you have done nothing to them help. I will fix this world one person at a time. I will embrace them without open arms as they come running into them, wanting someone to feed, cloth, and protect them as we fight against the evil that you have left rule this world. Corporations, politicians, and Fame Hungry Celebrities have tortured this world with their ignorance but no longer will they be tolerated now that I am in control of this world now. Tonight is the beginning of my brave new world and it will start when I climb up those three cage, spit in your face, and grab the FWA World Heavyweight Championship.

    Jason walks over to the statue of the Jesus that is behind the altar and begins to yank it down. The nails for the feet slowly begin to come undo and after a hearty yank, the entire statue comes crashing down onto the floor.

    Jason Gryphon:

    The only thing that stands in my way of become the champion that I was born to be, are five of your children. Shane McClean, Ryan Hall, PAJ, Drew Stevenson, and Ryan Rondo, these are the kids that you put in front of me in order to block my destiny. I truly feel sorry for you because they do not stand a chance against you. You have seen what I am capable of. In the past month I have been stronger than I ever have been because of the fact that my Gryphon believe in me. The faith in everything my I preach charges me like a Green Lantern’s Power Battery. They make me feel stronger and fast when I am inside of the ring and simply when I am with them building homes for them and farming so we can have clean food and drink. That is the one religion is supposed to be. You ask your faithful to believe in you, that is all a true leader needs, belief. A true God is supposed to be able to provide for it’s followers but do you do that? No! You force people to get their hard earned money over to you so that you can fund some mission in Uganda where you have stripped the people are their belief system in an attempt to become more powerful. I do not do that! The belief in the power of Gryphonism has made me the man that I am today. It has made me the FWA North American Champion and it will continue to power me as I climb cage by cage up to the top and grab the FWA World Heavyweight Championship.

    Jason look down at the statue with a furious rage before looking back up to the mural on the ceiling.

    Jason Gryphon:

    Through the belief in the Gryphon, I am more powerful now than I have ever been before and that is the reason that all five of the men inside of the Triple Cage should be afraid of me. I took PAJ to the limit once before and I defeated him, everyone was saying that PAJ was going to be a World Champion, hell, he couldn’t beat the man that no one in the locker room placed their faith me. I have had to claw and scratch for every bit of respect that I have gotten. I will be the first to admit that on one night, I was beaten by Drew Stevenson. Drew beat me for the X-Division Championship but that was a lifetime ago. It is a mistake that I will correct very soon. Drew Stevenson is a man that creates hypes for himself and then foolishly believes its. When the hype dies out, all that is left is a shallow pathetic man that will have nightmares about the man that he has become. Rondo is a wild card because he may have changed his attitude but he is still the same man that betrayed my Gryphons in the past. He is someone that perched on the edge begging for a fall and if he stand in my way, I will be more than happy to kick him off the cage. The one thing that those three men have in common is the fact that they have been here longer than I have but I have overlapped them. I am the North American Champion and last week I defeated the World Champion in the middle of the ring. It is only a matter of time before I have that title for myself. Hall and Shane are the two men that stand to be my biggest threats in the Triple Cage Match, these are the men that you have put in my path, and I HAVE ALREADY BEATEN THEN!

    Jason stomps on the statue of Jesus’ legs and the stones break off of the rock and tosses them off of the altar where they land on the pews, knocking them over the first row of them.

    Jason Gryphon:
    I have had to deal with some of the biggest freaks and thugs that have ever come down the turnpike and I have beaten them. I have had to deal with Monsters, Transexuals, Mad Russians, Aces, and Kings. The one thing that they all have in common is the fact that they did not stand a chance against me when they looked me in the eyes. I could see inside of the souls and see them emptiness that was inside of them. Ryan Hall was one of those men, his eyes were as black as anything that I have ever looked into and he was supposed to be his unstoppable machine. His obsession, his greed, over being the World Champion changed him from a man, into a soulless meatsack. He believed that a shiny piece of gold made him infallible. My obsession was to prove him wrong. I waited for over four months to get my shot at him while he was on the top of the world. The one thing that they don’t tell you about being on the top of the world is that there is still the sky above you. I spread my wings and I dove down out of the clear blue and I grabbed “The Last King” in my talons and I dropped him off the face of the Earth, taking with him, the thing that drove him mad, the World Championship. He may not believe me but I helped by taking away the title. What I did could have been compared to taking the needle out of the hand of a heroin addict. I made Ryan Hall into a mortal again and I gave him something to care about, it may be revenge on me or getting the championship from Shane McClean but I helped him by giving him a reason to keep on fighting. That is all I have ever done in FWA, I have keep on fighting, and now I am inches away from getting everything that I DESERVE!

    Jason walks over and he takes the arms off of statue and begins to beat on the torso of the statue. A few mintues later, the only thing that remains of the statue is the head of the son of God. There is a quarry of rocks on the altar of the church as Living Mythology wipes the sweat from his brow.

    Jason Gryphon:
    I deserve to be the World Champion and if you watched Fight Night last week, you will understand why. In the middle of the ring, I beat Shane McClean. I proved that everything that I have been saying about the Power of Gryphonism is true. It fills you with the strength and speed to get things done! Everything that Shane McClean has accomplished over the past months has been because of my hard work. I am the one that came in and laid the ground work and Shane McClean got the victories. I proved that I am truly better than Shane McClean. I took the North American Championship from him at Back in Business, I beat Ryan Hall inside of the Elimination Chamber to clear the way for Shane, and I beat him on Fight Night. I have had to deal with Shane and his ego ever since he tossed me out of the Carnal Contendership Match. Now, we are only a mere couple of hours away from the Triple Cage Match and I will finally be done with Shane McClean once and for all. Tonight I will take another one of his championships while showing the world that the Power of the Gryphon makes me the most dominate being in the FWA. As I stand on the top of the cage with the World Title raised high above my head, the frailty of humanity will become evidently clear. The Gryphon’s are going to be Humanity’s Downfall and it begins at Aftershock when I take the world champion and we take back the world!

    Jason Gryphon walks over and he picks up the head of the statue.

    Jason Gryphon:
    Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it.

    Jason lets the head of Jesus fall out of his hands before he straighten ups his suit and makes his way out of the church. He opens up the large door and sees that it is pouring down rain. When the doors open, a loud claps of thunder is head as Jason walks out into the ring, his long mane of year being wet as he makes his was out in what appears to be a flooding of God’s tears.


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    - The Reborn -

    The scene opens to PAJ sat in a plain waiting room filled with four other people. There is not much to the waiting room, just a few old magazines on a broken wooden rack and a horrid brown carpet. PAJ is wearing a cap and sunglasses to cover his face as a one of the people in the room keep staring at him. PAJ quickly picks up a magazine that is dated 1990 and covers the rest of his face with it as the guy looks away. A nurse walks out and scans all the people in the room before looking down at her chart.


    Nurse: Mr..ummm...Jackson?

    PAJ gets up out of his seat and walks over to the nurse still covering his face. PAJ coughs to clear his throat.

    PAJ: I'm...Mr. Jackson...

    Nurse: Ok, follow me please.

    The nurse and PAJ walk through towards the doctor's office. The nurse stands at the door and nods with her head for PAJ to go in. PAJ opens the door and puts his head around the door and sees an empty doctors office.

    Nurse: Go on in and the doctor will be in shortly.

    PAJ opens up the door fully and walks in and sits down in the psychiatrist chair as the doctor walks in looking down at his chart and not paying attention.

    Doctor: Mr. Jackson...is it?

    PAJ: Uh huh.

    The doctor looks up and is shocked by who he sees before him.

    Doctor: Wow...It has been a long time since I last had you in. "Mr. Jackson?" Huh?

    PAJ: It's...uhh...a work thing...

    Doctor: Right...ok...

    The doctor walks over and sits down in his chair with a notepad out and looks down at PAJ.

    Doctor: So after 12 years what brings you all the way back here? I thought you lived in Canada?

    PAJ: I do, but I travel a lot because of work. I had a sudden change in how I felt about everything. One day I was one thing. Suddenly, I’m the complete opposite.

    Doctor: Is it to do with work?

    PAJ: Well as you know I work for FWA. I was a guy who hated everyone, wanted nothing more than to show my supremacy over everyone who stood before me but suddenly I don't want that anymore. I want to be forgiven for everything. Why do I care? WHY?! What has changed? Why did I suddenly talk as if I was human?

    The doc nods and thinks for a few seconds.

    Doctor: Well, I think I can answer that. When you came to me twelve years ago. You had no self-confidence after everything that had happened with your parents. With your dad's death. Your mother's self-abuse. You hated everything. You wanted to be alone. You didn't want anything other than to try and help people so that they didn't have to be hurt. Don't you remember?

    PAJ shuts his eyes to think. Suddenly PAJ remembers and we flashback to see what PAJ's world used to be.

    PAJ looks back and sees a small boy being teased by a teenager much older than him in a garden across the road. PAJ walks over staring at the teenager, who is a lot bigger than PAJ, PAJ silently pushes the teenager over. PAJ whispers to the small boy to run. The boy runs and gets away as the teenager gets to his feet. PAJ turns around and looks at the teenager with a smile on his face as a punch flies towards PAJ and lands square in the face.
    PAJ suddenly opens his eyes, sitting up and holding his chin as if he had just been punched in the face.

    Doctor: You had a need to help people when you were younger but things changed for you as you grew older. I think you snapped just after you came back from service when you were eighteen. Something happened to you overseas that meant you took all the pent up aggression you had and started to take it out on people.

    PAJ eyes open wide and he sits up.

    PAJ: I know what it is.

    Doctor: Care to explain?

    PAJ: Give me a minute.

    PAJ sits back in the chair and shuts his eyes again in deep thought as he explains to the doctor.

    We open up to a baby faced 18 year old PAJ, or Private Jackson, in the sandy deserts of Iraq standing outside a P.O.W camp with a rifle at the ready. Private Jackson is doing patrols around the walls of the prison making sure that no-one escapes. Private Jackson heads inside with sweat covering him all over. He pats away the beads of sweat from his forehead as he asks.


    Private Jackson: Hey, we got any water out here?


    Private Jackson looks up and no-one is around. Jackson lifts his gun up ready to shoot if there is trouble.


    Jackson: Where is everyone?


    Private Jackson hears a noise from down the hall. He quickly heads down towards the noise checking his corners and always on alert. Jackson gets closer to the noise and it is screaming. Jackson peaks through the window at the end of the hallway and looks through. Jackson puts his gun down and his jaw drops. The prisoners were rounded up and his fellow soldiers were beating up and humiliating the prisoners. Jackson puts his hand on the handle for the door and takes a deep breath but quickly takes his hand away from the door and walks down the wall. Rather than being upset Private Jackson is pissed off and starts punching away at one of the prison walls with real force before pulling his hand back showing it is red with blood. Private Jackson looks down at his hand in shock.
    We return to the doctor's office.

    PAJ: Why should I fight for something if they are just going to cause all this pain to prisoners? Why should I try and help people if I am helping in the wrong way? The rest of my time here is about me. I don't want to be apart of that. I am better than that. To this day I regret turning my back and not being able to help those who needed it most. Maybe there is a cost that is too high.

    The doctor is taken aback by what he has just been heard from PAJ. PAJ shrugs and looks over at the doctor. PAJ rolls his eyes.

    PAJ: You asked.

    Doctor: I suppose I did...So how do you think that is affecting you now?

    PAJ sits and thinks about this for a good minute or two as the doctor waits patiently for a response.

    PAJ: Umm...I have been awakened by another chance at to actually do the right thing. I am awakened by a clean slate and a brand new start in FWA. I was lost and now I am found. I have found my heart and my smile. I am ready to embrace FWA. It gave my a chance when no other company would take me. They listened to me and they have been rewarded. FWA is my HOME and nothing will ever change that. I may have done some things that make you think otherwise, like being a traitor, but all that is in the past. I have moved on from Team King and The Syndicate. I had to do what I had to do to get my name up in lights but now it is there I want people to see who I really am. I am a man of honour. I will ensure that my name and the name of FWA live together in harmony. No more wars between The Reborn P...A...J and the FWA. It is time to put it all on the line because I am about to enter the most barbaric match that FWA has to offer.

    The doctor goes to say something but PAJ puts his index finger up to indicate he isn't done with what he is saying.

    PAJ: But let me put this bluntly. I am no hero. I am just righting my own wrongs. I am evening up the score. I have five people standing in the way of me finally ascending to the top. I have worked harder than anyone to change my image and now I will work harder to change my ways but I know that I cannot ask for forgiveness and expect it straight away. I have always tried to keep my word and fight for what I believed was right. I never wanted to screw anyone over. I never wanted to hurt FWA. My end game was always about making myself better. I turned on FWA and suddenly I was being put against the top competitors FWA could offer. It made me relevant to FWA and not some sideshow they roll out to get a cheap laugh out of. I had become the real deal. It is why I did it. I didn't do it because I hated FWA. I didn't do it for the money. I did it for me. I needed to make a mark in FWA and I did it. We all have regrets. Yet, through my own arrogance and complacency I threw it all away. I had everyone in the palm of my hand. I had them all at the edge of their seats and I tried to be clever. I overcomplicated everything but got to the top through my simple methods. I am not a complicated guy. I am very simple with what I do because I know what I am good at and what I am not so good at and I tried to throw away everything I was good at to jump through some hoop to try and impress the very people I had already wowed and I landed flat on my face. I was embarrassed at Back in Business because I lost the last thing I had. I had no more buzz. I had no more support. I had no more marriage. I had NOTHING. I still have NOTHING.

    PAJ looks down at his hand and tries to fiddle with his wedding ring but there is nothing there any more. The doctor watches all of PAJ's mannerisms and takes note of it.

    PAJ: I think THAT was the moment that I knew that I had to fight back against the arrogant monster that was consuming me. It took everything I had so I had to change to show the world who I really was. I give money to charity. I have a sense of right and wrong. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop I was driven insane by my need to be the best. I had to have everything I ever wanted handed to me on a plate but that isn't how it works. I have to beat five guys that stand in my way of being what I have always wanted. Isn't that what we all want? To be a world champion? To be the best we can be? But I want everything. I want to be champion. It isn't something I need. I want to be a better guy but again it isn't something I need but I can't turn my back any more.

    The doctor raises an eyebrow and looks over at his patient.

    Doctor: Is it because there are things you can change in FWA?

    PAJ: Everything I have been passionate about. EVERYTHING I fought for has been a lie. It ended with betrayal. Everything I tried ended suddenly and quickly. One time I had to be the guy quickly end something but it was one of my best friends but it was the best thing for business so I did it and I was celebrated for doing it...is that right?

    Doctor: If you can't answer that question then maybe you need a career change.

    PAJ sits up in the chair and puts his legs to the side and rests them on the floor looking at the doctor.

    PAJ: You don't understand. There are guys in FWA that could would always turn their backs if it helped them. I did it far too much. I understand now why people hate Ryan Hall. Ryan is a snake. He has never done anything that he can't benefit from. Whether that be for his career or for money. A few weeks ago I looked up to Ryan Hall. I thought I could be as good as him but now I want to destroy him. I don't even want to be better than him. I have already proven that. Ryan Hall is a bastard. He deserves to be put down. He has had FWA fear him for years and no-one, outside of Chris Kennedy, has dared stand up to him. They are both men I admired. I still believe that they can both be saved but not in FWA. They have committed sins against the people of FWA. I have accepted that people will always hate me for what I did and I can only try and make up for it. I have no loyalties to the CWA movement. I will make an example of the cancer that is Ryan Hall. No matter the cost, you know that I am willing to pay the price to save a good man, doc, I paid the price to save Shane McLean and I paid the price for that boy being picked on when I was much younger. No matter what he does he acts like nothing is wrong no matter what he does Is Ryan Hall even human? Ryan Hall's time has come and gone and a sinner should never be able to reclaim the throne that he was able to climb through the betrayal of friends and the sins he committed without remorse. I will NOT stand idly by will he continues to act like...like...the monster I used to be.

    PAJ: Or even someone like Drew Stevenson, a guy who reminds me of well...me. He even uses my old theme song, it was mine before it was Team King's. A guy that comes in with a lot of talent. With a chip on his shoulder and spouts against management or whatever tickles his fancy on that particular day. Drew Stevenson is doesn't care about anyone but himself but honestly when I was at that stage in my career. I didn't either. I know from experience that there shouldn't be a guy like that who is properly motivated and has the talent to execute whatever plan he has. However, I don't actually have any problems with Drew because we have never really crossed paths until very recently. Drew thought he was clever with his cheap-shot when I saved Shane McLean from Ryan Hall but I believe in equal and opposite reactions. I haven't reacted to Drew Stevenson but when I feel that it will cause him the most pain and cost him the most I will have my revenge because I don't let people get away with something like that. I don't need a reputation for allowing things like that to stand especially when they are trying to be just like I was. If I could speak to Drew right now I would tell him to shut the hell up. There is no damn conspiracy against him. He just isn't good enough and he is overcompensating for something but I don't know what.

    PAJ shrugs with an innocent smile on his face.

    PAJ: But for all the bad things in FWA you get some great things that always outweigh the bad things. The crowd chanting your name or booing you out the building. There is an amazing rush from hearing it. It is truly amazing. Even some of the guys are great. I haven't always been easily impressed by other wrestlers but Jason Gryphon has been someone who has. Jason is often compared to Drew Stevenson because they broke through at similar times. Jason wants people to believe in him because Jason believes in people. It is something that you don't see in a lot of places. I have been beaten by Jason Gryphon and on that night he was the much better man and I have no doubt in my mind that I can get the better of him when it really matters. He does have talent but I feel as though I have more experience. I know when I have to get down and dirty...like I said...things come at a price...I will do things I don't want to do anymore but if I want to achieve my greatest feat then I have no choice but to do it. Will Jason? I don't know. I want to see that fire in him because then we will really see Jason Gryphon that would be worthy of being at the main event level even if one performance inside the chamber did convince a lot of people outside of the FWA walls.

    PAJ: A good guy as an example is Shane McLean. For years people thought he had reached his peak just below the main event but he shocked the world. He did the one thing that no-one thought he would do. He won the FWA World Championship. He wiped away everything that was ever said about him. He knew that fighting for FWA against Ryan Hall was the right thing. Shane will do what is right or what is wrong to get the job done. Shane has always been a wild card but that is the problem. Shane isn't consistent. Shane could have had one good night. He lost to what should be an inferior champion but a very talented wrestler in Jason Gryphon. So did he have one good night or is he now the real deal? I like Shane, but there is a lot to be desired when you see him in the ring and I know that deep down he knows that. One good night doesn't make you a champion. I have had many more good nights than Shane has ever had and I want his belt. However he fights for what people want. He fights FOR the people. He understands what is right and wrong. He is one of the good people that make me want to travel all year long and give up everything I have ever had or ever loved because that is the wrestling business and people outside it, like you, do not ever see that part of it.

    PAJ: Then there are guys who are not good or bad. They sit in a weird grey area like an inbetweener. They do not fight for right or wrong. They fight as they please in the scenario. The guy is a hero and a traitor. He broke the hearts of millions of FWA viewer by joining Ryan Hall and I at the side of Jimmy King. Ryan Rondo tore out the hearts of FWA and held it up for the world to see not out of hate but because just like me, he wanted to make a statement. He wanted to cement his legacy and I respect that. People can change, I truly believe that, Ryan Rondo felt that FWA wasn't worth saving. Ryan Rondo felt that betrayal was the answer. I feel differently. I want to feel good about reaching the top. I have changed. I can feel my need to better growing inside me. Operating in the grey is dangerous. They have more enemies than anyone because no-one can trust them. I never trusted Ryan Rondo but he I always felt comfortable turning my back on him. Rondo doesn't strike fear into people. Rondo is average. He is neither good or bad. So maybe the middle is exactly where he belongs. Where do I belong? I want to be better but people will treat me like who I used to be. I want forgiveness against those who I have sinned against. I want FWA to be at my side.

    The doctor has been listening to every word and continues to nod as PAJ speaks.

    Doctor: Wherever you want to be. If you want to fight for what you believe is right then I say, do it. I have known you for over a decade and the one thing you always told me was that you wanted to be able to do everything you ever wanted. So you belong where you want to.

    PAJ nods his head in approval with a smile on his face. PAJ offers his hand to the doctor. They shake hands. PAJ and his doctor release from the handshake and PAJ smiles and nods his head again looking around.

    PAJ: Thank you, I think I know what I want. I want to be FWA World Champion. I don't want to save anyone at Aftershock. I want to be selfish. I want the one thing I have worked my ass for since I returned. I want what is mine. No more people talking about how I could be. I want it to be reality so I can forget about my journey. My destination is way better than the journey, believe me, doc. I am not weak this time. I am strong. I am the Reborn and I want to be FWA World Champion.

    PAJ sees the mirror in the corner of the room and stands in front of it and shuts his eyes and smiles as he pictures the World Championship around his waist. PAJ opens his eyes and looks at at his waist in the mirror and smiles as the scene fades.

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    One by one, they all fall down. United at first: Circular, round, and whole. But as they tumble, their surface is stretched and their resolve wavers. And then, inevitably, they hit the ground, erupt, and splatter in every direction. It happens again and again. The clichéd folks call it pain leaving the body, while science calls it our body keeping cool under heat and pressure. But let’s call it what it is; sweat. And let’s make it clear, that each bead of sweat is another shinning example of a resolve that never wavers and a desire that never dies. Each bead of sweat is proud to be erected from his brow and experience the jubilation of running down his body, before proudly sacrificing itself for him. And each bead of sweat makes him better than he already is. And he, as if there was any doubt is “The Infection” Brian Carter, sweating profusely as he runs at a rapid rate of speed on a treadmill. The sun shines through the window of the gym we’re in and gravitates to Carter, making him glisten, no, shine so bright he illuminates the room more than a light bulb or the sun itself could ever dream of. After a few more seconds, Carter hits a button on the treadmill and slows to a job before coming to a stop. He runs his fingers through his gleaming hair, wipes his face with a towel that was resting on the machine, and steps off before looking into the camera with his eyes white and wide. He takes a moment before he begins to speak and in that moment, it’s impossible not to make notice that “The Infection” has never looked better; physically, mentally, emotionally.

    BRIAN CARTER:
    Look at me now. What a difference a week makes, right? A gleam in my eyes, some pep in my step, a little gold on my waist, and yes, even a smile on my face. Last week I came to you all covered in the blood of slaughtered animals. Before that, I paced back and forth ready to pounce. But today, the sun just seems to shine a little brighter and really, it’s not too hard to understand why. It’s because the dark cloud had been removed from atop my head, the drunken Irish monkey has left my back, and the snake has slithered back into the dirt. As I said would happen, Vodka and Venom have been dispensed of by myself and Chris Kennedy and before we sent them down the chute and into the gutter, we took the only things of value they possessed, the FWA Tag Team Championships. And now what will happen? Will good old Ash and Stu come for the titles they once held? No, instead Stu, Ash, and the latter’s squeeze Gabrielle will find themselves in the ring at Aftershock, ready to tear each other apart, just as I said professed would happen. But enough about Vodka and Venom, let’s let them rot in peace so that I may enjoy the spoils of war. Now’s the time to kick back and reap the benefits of being a champion once again, right? Not a chance in hell. You see there’s a phenomenon that goes on around our profession. A lot of times “the chase” of a man or a team going after a title or an achievement is better that the end result. The potential is viewed as greater than the result. This could seem to some as being difficult to explain but to me its quite clear. The fact is, all of those men whom see the wind taken out of their sails the second they raise gold in the air were simply competing against their opponent and therefore once they emerge from their matchup victorious, they’ve plateaued. The difference is, men such as Chris Kennedy and myself, we only compete against ourselves. We only strive to be better than we were the day before. It’s the way we’re wired and quite frankly, a part of it is because we’re already so far ahead of everyone else. We’re the benchmark, the measuring sticks and not only for the tag team division or even of the entire FWA, we are the standard upon which the professional wrestling industry is held. It’s in Kennedy’s blood and in my heart. And waking up everyday, getting out of bed, and trying to be better than the man who put his head on the pillow the night before, it keeps our eyes wide and our teeth sharp. It keeps us hungry when we’re full and energized when we’re exhausted. It makes us who we are, it makes us the FWA Tag Team Champions, and it makes for bad news for whomever should cross our path.

    Carter reaches over and grabs a water bottle which he takes a long swing from before tossing the remaining liquid into his hair and the bottle into the garbage. When Carter pauses like this, it’s not a waste of time, unless you make it such. This is time for reflection, not only on the words of “The Infection,” but also on yourself and how his words reach you.

    BRIAN CARTER:
    And wouldn’t you know it, a couple of familiar faces cross that very path in our first title defense. FWA stalwarts Aut Pax Aut Bellum. Now, Chris Kennedy and myself dispensed of Andrew and Dan in our first every tag team encounter on the grand stage of Back in Business, but in a very short amount of time, a great deal has changed. You see not only did we gain a little weight around the waists since our last encounter and not only will we be approximately 30 days better than we were at Back in Business, you see now we enter a situation where we truly have everything and Aut Pax Aut Bellum truly has nothing. Ahead of our last encounter I admitted that I was envious of Dan and Andrew. Their golden histories and their victorious ways on the grand stage of Back in Business, but again, what a difference a short amount of time can make. Because you see now, I hold the gold, I have a Back in Business win in my back pocket, and by the way, I hold a spotless record since returning to the FWA. I am rapidly building a resume that will one day match all of the ability I possess. Not to mention the fact that I’ve established a partnership with one of the greatest competitors in FWA history, and quite frankly boys, if you couldn’t beat us at Back in business, in our first match together, how could you possibly beat us now? Lord knows you didn’t earn this opportunity. I pinned a member of Vodka and Venom three weeks in a row before I got my hands on gold. Meanwhile, you two have had a fizzle of a comeback and waltz into a title match. But honestly, it doesn’t bother me, it’s just the way things go. I learned a long time ago that life wasn’t fair and much to your combined chagrin, I also learned a long time ago that I hold the power in these very hands to overcome any injustice. You see Andrew, Dan, you two haven’t done much to harvest my ill will, but one thing does perturb me. You two are liars. And it’s not in the things you say, or the way you live, but instead in the name you have chosen to go by. “Aut Pax Aut Bellum,” either peace or war. You see the problem I have with that name, is that it insinuates that those are the choices that you two have laid out for your opponents and in turn have laid out for myself and Chris Kennedy in our encounter at Aftershock. And the fact is, quite frankly, you two aren’t worthy of issuing such a ultimatum. Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson do not equal the sum of the specific breed of man capable of laying down a gauntlet of that magnitude. But Brian Carter, Chris Kennedy, we are the type of men, great men, who are able to speak these words, we are able to issue these ultimatums, and we are able to make these choices, because we have the power to carry out the actions. And that’s a power that you two will never possess, it’s just not in your character. Oh and by the way, your choices just wouldn’t do anyway. Not peace, not war; non pax, non bellum. Nay, at Aftershock, Andrew and Dan, you will not have a choice or a say in the matter. It’ll simply be: Trucido… slaughter.


    I’d shutter to think any viewer or bystander would like to reflect on that, as that faith lies only on the shoulders of Aut Pax Aut Bellum. Carter and Kennedy will be victorious against Ward and Johnson on Sunday and it won’t be the first time. However there is a first time for everything and this time, it’s an interruption. As Carter appears to be gearing up to speak, the familiar sound of an iPhone ringer blares from the pocket of Carter’s athletic shorts. He seems surprised… and put off, but reaches for the phone and the camera briefly picks up the name, “Chris Kennedy” showing across the screen. Carter waits a second and then slides his finger across the screen to answer the call.

    BRIAN CARTER:
    I’m sort of in the middle of something right now… Yeah I know… Yeah… I’ve got the FWA guys here… What do you mean “bring ‘em?” *Carter sighs* Alright, whatever… Yeah, alright.

    Carter hangs up at the phone and instead of looking into the camera lens as we are accustomed to, he apparently locks eyes with the cameraman. He tilts his head and simply says “Follow me.” And boy, if you could boil down Carter’s entire message and all he’s ever said and done into two words, wouldn’t that be it? Carter turns and heads for the door of the empty gym, opening it to reveal the hot Sun. But your eyes don’t need to adjust, as I said the Sun’s glare is secondary to that of “The Infection.” But boy, does the scene change a great deal with every step we take, as we go from a small corner of solitude to the adjacent end of the Grand Hotel Minneapolis. Just moments ago, we saw FWA Tag Team Champion "The Infection" Brian Carter is diligently working out, conditioning his mind and body to prepare himself for the "challenge" ahead of him in Aut Pax Aut Bellum. However, we are not in the gym with Brian Carter, and instead our scene opens in Hotels bar, where we find the other half of the FWA Tag Team champions, The Astonishing Chris Kennedy, indulging in a glass of his favorite Jameson Irish Whiskey. The environment Kennedy is in couldn't be any further from Carter's despite the fact that they were just a hop-skip away from each other. Kennedy sits perched on his bar stool, his FWA tag team championship resting on the bar stool next to him. He raises the glass to his face and savors the aroma of the aged whiskey before bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. It burns going down and Kennedy lets out a satisfying sigh before spinning his stool around and facing Carter. He picks up his title off the seat and motions for Carter to take a seat next to him.

    Brian Carter: Good to see you're getting focused, Chris.

    Chris Kennedy: I'm always focused, my friend!

    Kennedy notices the camera man and he immediately perks up and nods his head, a big grin on his face.

    -Chris Kennedy-
    Ah! Yes, hello there old sport. Didn't quite see you there, my apologies. You must excuse my jovial nature this evening, you see...this is a cause for celebration. One would think I was celebrating being one half of the new FWA Tag Team Champions, but that's just not it at all, you see. I've done plenty of celebrating since Carter and I defeated Stu St. Clair and Ashley O'Ryan a few days ago. What exactly am I celebrating then, you may asking yourself. I'd be delighted to tell you. I am celebrating Brian Carter and I's win over Aut Pax Aut Bellum in the Tag Team title match at Aftershock. "But Chris, Aftershock isn't until this evening!" you may be uttering to yourself. I hear you. I am celebrating because I already know Brian Carter and I are going to win. Not only do I know Carter and I will win, I am willing to go as far as to wager Aut Pax Aut Bellum don't even show up for the match. You see, usually when I am facing some fossil like Stu St. Clair, Ashley O'Ryan, Jack Severino, Ryan Hall, whoever, I usually go on and on about how "you just aren't good as you once were!" I can NOT, with a strait face and an erect spine, say that Aut Pax Aut Bellums "A shadow of their former selves" because it would be WRONG. I would be spewing lies from my mouth in doing so because that would imply that Aut Pax Aut Bellum were ever good in the first place. Every time I've ever encountered them, they've referred themselves as The greatest Tag Team Of All Time. You...have...got...to...be...KIDDING ME. A couple days ago, Chris Kennedy and Brian Carter DEFEATED possibly the greatest tag team to ever grace the face of professional wrestling, Vodka and Venom. Sure, we didn't defeat them in their prime, though we could have. That's not the point. The point is, Vodka and Venom HAD a prime. At one point, they were something special. They were the kings of the respective mountains on six different occasions and on one of those occasions, Chris Kennedy and Brian Carter climbed up that mountain and knocked them directly off. Aut Pax Aut Bellum are in this match for one reason really, and it's because they are the only tag team around currently. The division is dead. Isn't it crazy, that a team that had a 2 year reign in a dead division, returns, loses every single match SINCE their return and still gets a tag team title match at the Pay-Per-View. Yet, when the tag team division was heating up in the era of Sunrise-Sunset, V&V 4.0, The Sisters Of Destruction, where was Aut Pax Aut Bellum? They were "taking a break". You see it's rather convenient, don't you think? Division is dead, APAB is always there to pick up the pieces. Division is alive, and every tag team under the sun is gunning for the belts sans Aut Pax Aut Belum. This whole charade ends at Aftershock. Gone are the days when Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson had the world handed to them on a silver platter. Back In Business should have been the end of Aut Pax Aut Bellum. Aftershock will indeed be their last stand.

    Kennedy pulls lights his cigarette and takes a drag. He smiles into the camera and holds the palm of his hand before us.

    -Chris Kennedy-
    In my hands, is POWER. In my hands is my future, and with that comes the FWA's future.

    Chris closes his hand, and keeps his fist balled up


    -Chris Kennedy-
    I can shape my own destiny but in doing so I can mold the FWA's destiny. My reason for holding this tag team title is the exact same reason Brian Carter holds it. To prove we are the BEST. It's rather selfish, I'll admit. But it's not a matter lacking an element of quid pro quo. As selfish as Carter and I's reason for holding these titles are, the fact that we are keeping them off of the waists of Aut Pax Aut Bellum is a tremendous service to the FWA and all of it's fans. Kennedy and Carter win, YOU win, we all win. Aut Pax Aut Bellum seek these titles for the fame and the glory, not because the have something to prove. And even if their intentions were noble, which they most certainly aren't, it doesn't change the fact that Aut Pax Aut Bellum are absolutely horrible tag team champions. This isn't 2008 and even when it WAS, they were Charles Barkley Turrible. I don't know why they decided to come back if they new in their hearts they weren't ready. At first, I was reminded of Michael Jordan's retirement and then his return, but then I remembered that all of Aut Pax Aut Bellums accolades are completely fake and I even feel a bit guilty mentioning them and Jordan in the same breath. Jesus Christ man I remember an interview years back, where Emily Gordon asked Andrew Johnson what the best part about being the tag team champion was, and he said that it would bring him closer to the FWA Championship. Are you kidding me? He didn't say anything about honoring the titles lineage or that he wanted to pave the way for the tag team division, he blatantly and arrogantly admitted that the tag team titles were a stepping stone to the FWA Championship, and he began chasing chasing the FWA title for months, never once even coming close to capturing it, while the tag team titles were being neglected. I really thought thought those days were long behind us. I am not worried, however, if I know Aut Pax Aut Bellum as well as I think I do, Carter and I have already won it. And not because we want it more or because we deserve it, but quite simply because we are better than them in every conceivable way.

    Brian Carter nods in agreement

    Brian Carter: I don't even think Aut Pax Aut Bellum would contest that point


    Chris Kennedy:
    And I doubt they'd even try to. Now, c'mon Brian. It's a celebration. We are the tag team champions, and we are going to remain that way for a very long time.

    Brian Carter lets out a half way grin as Chris Kennedy pours him a drink and hands him the glass.

    Brian Carter:
    I suppose just one couldn't hurt...

    Chris Kennedy:
    That's the spirit, old sport. To the Kennedy/Carter Administration. Shall we reign supreme.Carter smiles and nods

    Brian Carter:
    To the Kennedy/Carter Administration. And may god have mercy on the rest of the FWA.
    They clank their glasses and each take a hearty swig of the aged Irish Whiskey before the camera fades and our scene ends.





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    A Long Hard Road Into Hell...



    Tubes and IVs trace along the husk of an empty man. The lights of mechanical machines keep the body of this cold, pitiful man warm. A weak pulse dances across the Electrocardiogram screen as the familiar sound pulsates to a beat of a group of Emergency Techs trying to save a familiar face... The head doctor furiously pumps on dying man's bloodied chest. His eyes squint open, slightly stirring in his hospital bed.


    Doctor: Welcome Back Mr. Warren...


    And then everything stops......... flat-line... a fourteen year old's life is changed forever. Fairview Southdale... just moments away from the Mall of America is where Jethro Warren's life changed forever. His mother, dead on arrival... His father, now a fresh strewn corpse in front of him. An expertly aimed bullet through the heart.


    Doctor: Mr. Warren... come back to us............


    Ten years ago... still a memory vivid burned into his brain. A vivid memory. A horrible nightmare. The only connection left between the current husk that lives only to destroy the lives of others, and the innocent boy, who had his charmed life crumble to dust around him. His eyes are wide open, lying in bed next to his black-hearted bride. She snores heavily, what with the broken nose caused by Blackbirds new rat, Anna Kendrick. Jethro ignores her as he slowly slides out of bed and heads out towards the balcony of his Hotel Penthouse. Jethro swings open the French doors, inviting in the chilled air coming off Lake Michigan. The pale moon slightly illuminates the cityscape of Chicago... Most people would find the scene peaceful, serene. Jethro Warren is not one of those people. His eyes are lulled black from exhaustion and pain as he drapes his weary body over a slightly worn piece of patio furniture. Wounds on his head still haven't healed, his migraines still haven't gone away from the spinning kick Vincent gave him last week. Thumb-tacks, blood, fire, violence... A mind still broken from his fourteen year old self with his body quickly catching up, Jethro grimaces in pain as he looks to the rusted building across from his hotel. His mind racing with a thousand yard stare. What can he do to Blackbird next? How can he kill Vincent? Push him to insanity... Push him to absolute ruin... His best friend River? His new girl, Anna? Vincent changed his phone number, so sending pics and video of him fucking the former love of his life is no longer an option. Jethro pulls out his blue-tipped e-cigarette and takes a drag as his mind drifts between different scenarios inside and outside the ring for the Bird Empire fool... And Mist... the man who has his title. The next plateau of self actualization in the FWA. The next step in the legacy of Jethro Warren. What will he have to do with Mist to get him out of the way? Mist got in his way just like Vincent did. Can he get in and out quietly... or will he have to destroy Mist as well. Another drag, another cloud of smoke leaving Warren's mouth. Deep in contemplation. His mind is racing. His heart viciously beating. His eyes become bloodshot. Aftershock. Vincent... Mist... More blood, more violence, pain, agony... inflicting harm and destruction on himself, just to get to his opponents. His eyes grow more and more intense as he stares off into literal nothingness as his thoughts and plans become more and more vivid. Anna Kendrick... Alester... Trace... Thoughts, plans continue to race... Family, friends, victims... pawns... How can he tilt the game in his favor. The X-Division Title. His X-Division Title. Even though he's sporting wounds on his head that'll bleed in a second. What distraction can he pull to get the upper-hand. Kama? Leave his left boot loose enough to fit that strange blade in. Endless possibilities... All lead to pain, ruin, destruction... victory. Everything else is gravy... extra nails to put in coffins... For fun, pleasure.....................


    Amber Warren: Jeth?


    Warren quickly snaps out of his thoughts as Amber calls out to him with a heavily congested voice. Even though he's snapped back to reality, he doesn't acknowledge her. She slowly walks up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek.


    Amber Warren: You okay?


    Jethro Warren: Yeah... yeah, I'm fine.


    Amber can feel Jethro's heart beat ravishing his chest as it slowly subsides. He takes another drag off his e-cigarette. Jethro gives the e-cigarette to Amber, who takes a drag off of it, herself.


    Jethro Warren: Just can't sleep... Need something to relax...


    Amber, still with the electronic cig dangling on her lips, pulls Jethro up from the patio chair and walks with him back into the penthouse.






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    I'm trying to find the right metaphor, the right story, the right way to express my thoughts and past and preset emotions into a creative work that meets all the requirements. On an IPhone, nonetheless.

    The Internet in my apartment is out, so I can't use a computer. I remember others from FWA past using this as some sort of excuse as why they no-showed. Yet, here I am proving its possible. Frustrating. No doubt. But possible.

    My name is Shannon O'Neal. I am typing this well-spoken, educated bullsh*t on my phone. I am just days from facing Saddle Sally to determine who is the best female wrestler in the FWA. You may look at this match and call it filler. Maybe you think it's weak. Maybe you're just waiting for Dinorah Redgrave to finally earn her shot or Sara Wolf to return from her fake death. Maybe you look at me, an unproven wrestler and character without any "real" wins in the FWA. Maybe you think this is passive for a PPV Women's title match.

    Maybe you didn't fu**ing expect me to take this route, either.

    This is what I expect from the other end: a stereotypical "promo" stressing the charcter's country roots and explaining why she turned against the fans. It'll be vanilla, with a setting and all of that, and have some Lt. Wyoming comedy sprinkled in and combined with sexual foreplay references. Hey, it got Saddle Sally this far. Ain't no point in knocking.

    But as I sit here, typing this, I struggled to find something. Writer's block, if you will. For the past few weeks, I've welcomed you into my life. I've let you know a lot of who Shannon O'Ne is. She's loud, abrasive, brass, vulgar and colorful. She's actually quite self conscious, too. Imagine that. Maybe you caught the subtle hints along the way with interaction with Robbins Thurgood. Maybe not. It's thre, though. I can't hide it. It's who I am. And it's funny how we act a certain way to play a character or hide things about ourselves.

    Crazy thing about this is I think Saddle Sally is a fine champion in a lot of ways. She has acted a heel the past couple weeks because , well, she needed to. No one else was there. Very Devin Golden of her. But I try and portray myself in the realist way. I understand why Sally has to act like this huge b*tch, an God knows I wanted to whoop ZOEY Ellis' triflin' a** as much as anyone for being flimsy as f*ck, but this is going to be all about Saddle Sally. Remember that. Saddle Sally is the one who grabbed the torch post Sara Wolf, the one who is carrying the Women's Division and title on her acting back and shoulders. Yet she has weakened in each show as Dinorah Redgrave and APAB grab wins.

    Am I rambling? Sure. DonI seem without an overall message? No doubt. Who's fault is that? Saddle Sally's. She's the champ. She needs to be the esteemed title-holder trying to elevate this division. She needs to be the one making this division more than an afterthought. She needs to be what I would be for FWA women, the person stepping in don't the camera an demanding f*ckin' attention and focus. This isn't a feud. This is filler. Screw that. When I joined - and you all saw it - I told the interview panel that my only goal was to keep making it. My only goal was to make it and prove I belonged and earned a spot each time. If I did that, I could be proud of myself and my work ethic and committment.

    So here I am. The Internet is out. I'm sending my message on an IPhone. Is this breaking those untold rules of wrestling? If not, it damn sure is flirting and pushing that line. But I don't care because this is about proving that the next few weeks or months, however long the reign lasts, will be better than the past weeks and months. Saddle Sally and I almost became friends. We could've become tag team partners, maybe even champions. We've been in the same ring, together and opposed. So much these past eight months we may as well have enough to rival and have a bloodily battle. We dont.

    Sonirs my job somewhere along the way to explain why I am better than her. I need to explain why I am more worthy of being Women's Champion and why I will win at Aftershock. I can't speak to the winning or losing, but I can answer why I am better and more deserving.

    At the end of the day, I'm sitting here typing on an iPhone spilling my heart. I want to be Women's Champion. I only want to be Women's Champion. And if I have to keep typing on an iPhone the entire time to do so, I will for as long as I need.

    Do you really believe Saddle Sally would go to the same lengths?

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    The Gabby hits a textbook dropkick on Jake Roberts. The Snake though is quickly back to his feet but he’s planted with another dropkick. The fans cheer loudly and begin to chant “Gabby, Gabby, Gabby” as she bounces off the ropes with a clothesline and then a huge legdrop.

    One…two…and Jake The Snake kicks out, he then ducks the Gabby’s clothesline and takes her down with an arm drag and then a big scoop slam. The Sinister Snake then sets Gabby up for that patented DDT, but the Gabby reverses and then takes him down with a back suplex. The fans cheer loudly and she quickly gets to her feet, climbing the turnbuckle and then flying off the top with an elbow drop.

    One…two…three! And the Gabby just did it, she beat Jake ‘The Snake’ Roberts and just became the new World Champion. The entire audience is on their feet cheering as she charges around the ring holding that Championship high above her head…but then suddenly the rings gone, the fans are all gone, Jake is replaced by a teddy bear laying on the floor and the referee is a young man grinning from ear to ear as he watches his daughter. The Gabby is none other than Gabrielle Montgomery at five years old, a wide eyed, pigtailed little girl with those ever present pink ribbons in her hair and an enormous smile on her face as she holds a replica gold Championship above her head. She charges over towards the camera, jumping up and down excitedly as she hugs her mother behind the lens, before turning her attention back to her daddy and leaping into his arms for a big hug.

    Marcus Montgomery: You won sweetie, I knew you would.

    He kisses her on the cheek as she giggles sweetly and the old Montgomery family movie comes to an end.




    Beauty is much more than merely skin deep. It is a quality, a trait personified in more than just exposed skin and succulent curves. Beauty both physical and emotional beauty can exist in the sparkle of someone’s eyes, the warmth of their smile and the vibrancy of their very being. The FWA’s Caramel Coated Goddess is no stranger to the first kind of beauty. Despite her many Championships, her ample wins, her lengthy tenure atop several divisions, a tenure now rapidly approaching a decade her physical beauty is perhaps her most celebrated aspect. That little girl from the other side of the planet now all grown up…has certainly grown up in a big way. Blessed with a voluptuous body that would seem too perfect even for a comic book, too tantalising for a magazine and far too alluring for a strip club. Also gifted with a mouth-watering caramel skin tone, both invitingly soft and teasingly sweet. Her figure is straight out of the world of fantasy, a perfect hour glass of feminine curves…but yet today that sinful, carnal beauty is hidden away. Like the Autumn buries the ground soft purple silk conceals her body away in the form of a very modest night gown. Leaving bare only her arms and that soft yet warm, delicate yet strong face of hers. Soft, full lips…curled at the edges into a look of dejection. Deep brown eyes filled with a painful sadness. The rosey hue gone from her cheeks, just that candy coating of hers remains. Her light brown hair is unkempt, but yet not messy, simply cascading about her shoulders with no purpose. Though despite the sadness and the forlornness radiating from her being, deep in those eyes of hers is a confidence and a beauty of character. An inner beauty of who she is. Behind all the bravado required to succeed in the ring is all the same thoughts and emotions that inspired a five year old girl to dream she could defeat Jake The Snake. There is the love and emotion of a loving daughter, a devoted mother and a caring partner. The beauty of Gabrielle does not end at her pores coated in caramel, it goes far deeper than that. To succeed in this life a woman not blessed with size or strength to match the men she faces requires all the inner strength, belief and beauty she can get. But as she re-watches that tender embrace between little girl and her father…that inner strength is chipped away at.

    Gabrielle:
    Moments like that now feel ruined to me, the one man in my life who supported my every single decision; my father finally found something to object too. He has always been there for me, from the day I was born telling me I could do anything I set my heart to. Telling me that the possibilities were endless, without his support I wouldn’t be here, if he didn’t believe in me all those years ago I never would have made it as far as I have. ‘The Gabby’ would still just be a fantasy in the back of my mind never to be achieved. So I have always looked back on those moments so fondly, those memories of him playing to my seemingly crazy dreams, but he knew I could it.

    Now though…

    The old family movie rewinds back to that moment where Marcus Montgomery slams his hand down for the third time and pauses there on the image of father and daughter both grinning from ear to ear.

    Gabrielle:
    Moments like this feel destroyed to me. I look back on all those precious memories knowing that this man would someday lose faith in his little girls choices and dreams. But perhaps I shouldn’t be too surprised…I cant blame all of this on my daddy, I shouldn’t hold it against him. I have after all have asked so much of my father throughout my life, always expecting him to support everything I do, and he did. He supported my childhood dream, he supported my marriage to Jennifer and my marriage to Christopher. He never looked down on me for anything, he never judged any of my partners; male or female.

    I can see now how truly great that was of him, I expected it and got it always…now though he’s forced me to look back upon what has been a…spoiled love life. When I was that wide eyed little girl with pink ribbons in her hair always, I never expected to be a two time divorcee before I was thirty. I never expected to have a little girl of my own…to a man I no longer love...

    A single tear runs down her soft cheek.

    Gabrielle:
    I grew up in a house where my parents never fought, never stopped loving each other. They raised me together, every morning I would wake up and get to see both of them together. When I would think about someday being a mommy it would always include my child’s father in my arms. I always pictured the perfect life, the perfect family mimicking the example my parents gave me for all those years. I robbed myself, and my daughter of that. I can see that now as I can see how supporting every decision I make could be tough for my father, a man who has twice walked me down the aisle and twice consoled me when a marriage has fallen apart.

    Jenny…I still care for her, I even miss her but I took her for granted, I always assumed she would be there no matter what. She awakened so much of my sexuality…and I couldn’t control it, even for her. Even for the woman who helped me through a breakup, who helped me take that next step in my career and most importantly made me feel a love I had never felt before. Chris…my Mellys father, a man my daughter only gets to see…sometimes now, I thought our love was so pure, so beautiful, I see now though so much of it was just lust…but there was still love there in our hearts. I saw it in his eyes, and felt it in his warm embrace. Knowing my daughter comes from a broken home, and seeing past this mask Chris puts on; seeing the dejected man he now is…breaks my heart.

    Through my pain, through my fathers disdain for the latest chapter in my life I can see who I am, who I have been. I can admit that I have used my sexuality, I have used men and women to get further in life, I can’t hide from that fact anymore. I could lie to the world, but I can’t lie to myself. Julian Knight had the money and the connections to help me break into this business, Jack Severino had the determination to travel across the world…and who sleeps with the boss without expecting some benefit?

    Does all this sully my legacy?



    Silence…



    …followed by more silence.



    Gabrielle just stands there for a full minute, then another, before she steps out onto her balcony letting the cool night air sting at her body…



    ...letting five minutes pass by before she finally speaks again.



    Gabrielle:
    But I still achieved everything that I ever dreamed of and so much more. I still won the Women’s Championship twice, the Tag Team Championship three times and held the World Championship for longer than anyone not named Matthew Boudreau. I still achieved greatness in this ring thanks to my ability. My skills, my determination and the support I have always had. But when I would dream of defeating Jake Roberts I didn’t picture the drama that surrounds my life now, I only pictured that glory, that triumph…the euphoria of being like my Idol Kerry Kennedy. I never pictured my hero turning his back on my choices either. The man who praised my every drawing, admired my every step, celebrated my every win with me; at home and in the FWA ring. I broke my daughter’s home…I’ve put cracks in my perfect childhood…is this a cruel irony, a just punishment after I mocked Stu for his failures with anything to do with family?



    Again silence that stretches on for eternity, as Gabrielle just gazes out upon the dark world before her…



    Its an eerie nothingness, not a single bird or insect makes a sound.



    Gabrielle:
    Maybe I’m not perfect at this family thing either…I want to be, I try to be…I fight for every inch and every scrap in this ring but nothing compares to that joy of simply sitting with my Mella and chatting. There is one thing though that no matter where my focus lies, no matter where my mind is…one thing that I do better than anyone else. In that ring, inside the ‘squared circle’ I am untouchable, in there all my concerns can float away and I can simply relish in my childhood dream come true, knowing that I lived it, I made it happen. In that ring I am an Icon, I am untouchable, I am a future Hall Of Famer.

    Sure the same can be said for Stu St.Clair, but they are all said so much more infrequently. The days where The Snake was regarded as a true great, the days where he stood atop the world as THE Greatest are long since removed from the present. Now he is just a shadow of what he once was, the last time we met in the ring he was set on fire. He still ‘brags’ about that time he had me covered in gasoline…

    A noticeable shiver runs across her body.

    Gabrielle:
    But at Trial By Fire I had Stu and I had Ryan Hall down, I could have lit them both ablaze and I would now be the FWA World Champion again…instead though just Stu burned at the hands of Ryan…and it was still strangely satisfying. We both walked out losers on that night but my skin was never touched by that soul ravaging, life changing flame. Ever since then you have used every opportunity you could to try and get one over me. At Carnal Contendership you went after me instead of defending the FWA…but the end result was I eliminated you Stu. At one point you claimed it was over, you told Ashley you were simply going to leave the past in the past…I knew that was never true though. You are far too hateful to ever forgive, it is the only thing you have left in your life.

    Perhaps dragging up this history; the love of your life and your son, the very fuel that started this fire eight months ago is not the best thing I could do, but nobody is afraid of The Snake anymore.

    Ever since Jenny left you, ever since she fell for me all those years ago you have been lost. Through all your evil deeds throughout your entire life, the love of that woman actually made you human. Jenifer Ignito made you into a better person…when you were with her. You had something besides hate and rage to fight for, she inspired you, she motivated you and she gave your life a meaning. I know these things all too well, when Jack and I split…when Jack publically left me…Jenny was there for me in every way. She was a fearless warrior without equal…but as we both knew very well she was also a very sweet woman, a very kind and loving woman with the warmest embrace.

    But she could never completely break through all your darkness Stu, she once told me that you became more of a project to her than anything else. She cared for you and tried to save you from all your rage to no avail. Not just for your happiness…but for your sons as well. Of course she soon realised that all of that was to no avail. You can hate me as you do Stu for dragging your personal life out into the light and I do regret using Micah as I did, using that sweet little boy to hurt you. But all of this is no secret, the blackness of your heart is well known.

    This is where I can squash any feelings of doubt unto myself and my family, sure I haven’t always been perfect. I have taken people for granted and taken advantage, I have hurt people that I love and in my darkest moments I ponder upon any stain I may have put upon my own legacy with my love life. But I will always seek to make amends, I will always seek to right any wrongs I make. I love my daughter, I love my parents, I love Ashley…I still love Jenny and Chris…even Jack and Julian have a place in my heart. I even find some pity for you Stu, I actually tried to make amends with you. When my second marriage came to an end, when I was suddenly alone again and saw some of the cruel things I had done as a Kennedy in the light of day…I sought out to make it up to you. But you spurned my every attempt, too focused upon your anger to ever forgive.

    Once more Gabrielle falls silent for a few moments, just standing there her back to the camera, the cool night breeze whipping at her brunette hair and the purple silk gracefully dancing against her body.The Caramel Goddess then turns, resting her hands behind herself on the balustrade as a slight smile has crossed her lips, and a real conviction and strength twinkles in those warm brown eyes of hers.

    Gabrielle:
    This is where your problems truly begin Stu St.Clair…

    You see there once was a time where you were the most feared man in the world. You racked up four World Heavyweight Championship reigns in a few years. You created the Age Of The Fallen. You corrupted minds like Moira Crawford, Jack Severino…and even Ashley. You burned people alive, you poisoned Nemesis with a real snake bite…you defeated the likes of Matt Boudreau one on one. You could say you had the world in the palm of your hands. But that was so long ago now, the world has moved on from those days, you truly seem like a shadow of what you once were.

    Maybe its foolish of me to mock, after all the two thousand and ten Mile High match where I achieved immortality was nearly four years ago now and only once since has an FWA Championship beared my name. But I have been one second away from reliving that greatness so often now that it will pay off for me. In that time I have welcomed my daughter into the world and seen her grow into an amazingly cute and crazy little lady. A duty in life more meaningful than anything else…while you have nothing to show for these past few years.

    Well there is Ashley, your closest friend…your only friend…in fact I would imagine the only person in the world who you can talk too. He is such a sweet and kind person, if even to a fault. You repay his friendship by attacking what makes him happiest; me…his love life, the woman who has helped him through the despair of losing Moira and has filled his life with joy. I don’t know if its jealousy, hate or simply your anger that has you destroy what Ashley has but you won’t succeed Stu. You can’t drive a wedge between us…not with the way Ashley’s eyes light up whenever we are together. But still you try to coil around his happiness…trying your best to destroy it…all the while unwittingly dragging yourself deeper and deeper into…hell.

    You be The Snake Stuart…but I am The Goddess, though motherhood and love have subdued my wrath I am still capable of it. None more so than when someone attacks someone I love. None more so than when I am rising back to the top and you are crawling back to deeper and deeper depths like a worm…not a snake. Years ago this may have been an epic match; Gabrielle the greatest female wrestler of all time versus Stu St.Clair the unstoppable Snake. Now though it is Gabrielle one of the greatest of all time versus Stu…the broken shell of a man, the Snake who shed its skin and revealed its soft underbelly. You don’t scare anyone anymore, your time is over. I am sick of you in my life and I think Ashley our referee on this night grows weary of you as well Stu. Your brother had the decency to see the light and leave this ring for good…make that a family realisation. After I beat you and Ashley counts one…two…three, do as many are demanding of the likes of you and I…and simply leave.

    You cant fight at the top anymore…but I can and I have so much more reason to fight for. When I win Carmella, Ashley, Marcus, Leah, Madison, Shawn, Alexis, Colin, Jenny, Micah, Raquel, and so many others will celebrate with me. I’m sure that even now my daughter is creating her latest crayon masterpiece just for me…while when you lose Stu and even if you win there is nobody there for you. Ashley would want to congratulate or console the woman he loves. But only congratulations will be in order for me, the age of the Snake is over. The year of the Snake is just one year…but divinity…that is eternal…

    Gabrielle glances up at the sky for a moment, a smile sweetly kissing her lips before she turns away from the camera and gazes out upon the world admiring its beauty as the sun begins to rise and cast its golden glow upon this land. Like clockwork, at the crack of dawn behind her there is the pitter patter of little footsteps as Carmella Kennedy comes charging past the camera and greets her mother with a tight hug. A beautiful display of love and all the motivation someone could want.


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    Memories of the Insane Part Five




    Your heart is pounding. Your breath quick. You feel the wind graze your face. You feel the rain drops falling on top of you. You are running, running to the only place you know you can be safe, the only place where you're understood. Alester. You need Alester. You've been running for a little over a mile before you slow down and come to a stop. You lean against the wall of a building, just now realizing how many people were crowding the streets. Ambulances and police cars fly by you going in the direction of the river where you had most likely killed three people. Multiple thoughts begin flowing through your mind, What will Alester think? Did I really kill them? What's going to happen to me? What if someone finds out?

    You breath heavily, realizing that you had been carrying Al. You slide down the wall, sitting down and resting Al in your lap. You close your eyes.

    Your eyes snap open, looking around you realize that it's nearly pitched black outside. You look down and can just barely make out the outline of a small dog sleeping in your lap, Al. You slightly shake your leg, waking up Al. You pick him back up, walking down the sidewalk. You look around, seeing a digital clock on a sign outside of a building, the time read "4:41 AM." You yawn and you keep walking.

    The sun begins to come up as you make it into a country area, the tall buildings from the city no longer there. Instead there are vast fields of grass and small neighborhoods with dirt roads. You figured you've covered about 10 miles since you woke up. The sun is now high in the sky, it was about noon as you finally come up on a familiar road. You're only 13 miles away from the orphanage now. You sit down in a field of grass, resting your aching legs. You were incredibly thirsty, and you're surprised you hadn't succumb to dehydration or heat stroke. You stand, carrying Al, telling yourself, Almost there, almost there, almost there.

    It is now very late afternoon, the sun beginning to go down, your tongue is dried to the point of feeling like sandpaper. You see the hills of the orphanage, the giant, redbrick, castle-like building. You walk into the yard, and continue to the large front doors, when knockers shaped like eagles hang on the door. You lift the knocker and tap it against the door, barely staying awake, yellow specks blurring your vision. Someone answers the door, and then, you see him.

    The tall, slender stature. The long brown hair. The conquistador-like beard. Alester stood there before you. You looked upon him like a savior, almost as if you had just witnessed Jesus descend from the heavens.You sit Al down and hug Alester tightly, before passing out from exhaustion and follow to the floor.

    You wake up in a bed, looking around, it wasn't a room you recognized from your time here. The gold engravings on the headboard reading, Alester, pointed out you were in his room. You sat up, looking to your side, seeing that Alester was sitting in the corner of the room in a lounge chair. He stood up.

    Alester: Jacob, what are you doing here?

    You: It's a long...long story.

    Alester: I've got time.

    And so, you explained everything from when you got to the new orphanage to when you got here to him. The entire story taking up an hour or two.

    Alester: You killed three people!?

    You: ...Yes.

    Alester: You ran from your orphanage?

    You: Yes. I'm sorry Alester, I had no choice!

    Alester sighed as he sat back down trying to think.

    You: Um, Alester?

    Alester: Yes?


    You: There's something else.

    Alester: What is it?

    You: Well, you see, I um... When I kill them-- or pushed them off of the pier at least, I liked it. I liked the feeling of it, the feeling of power the flowed through me.

    Alester: Hm... You enjoyed killing them?

    You: Yes, it was as if I was blind and deaf the entire time I've been alive, and killing them opened my eyes and ears, it felt amazing, I was ecstatic.

    Alester: Sounds to me like a case of Antisocial Personality Disorder.

    You: What does that mean?

    Alester: It means you lack a lot of human emotions and can't really tell right from wrong.

    You: So what's going to happen to me?

    Alester: I'm going to help you.

    You: How?

    Alester: Jacob I care far too much for you to just let you face this on your own. I am going to train you, help you focus this need to kill that you have. Before I can teach you how to fight properly, you must promise me to never kill, we'll will find you ways to calm our need.




    The Mist jerks awake, having fallen asleep on the couch of Alester's house. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the memories that haunt him.

    The Mist: Jethro Warren. Lord Vincent Takaab Blackbird. Both of you sicken me. I know that I came into the feud a bit late, but I already know enough about both of you. Jethro Warren, you went and got your ass kicked in Chicago or some shit, you're already weakened, and the more weakened you are, the easier it'll be to make you bleed. Jethro, a while ago, when I faced you in that thumbtack match, you and your wif- wait I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend.

    The Mist clears his throat.

    The Mist: You and your ho claimed that I was some sort of Hollywood monster that would faint if he saw real blood, well I'd hope that isn't the case, because after the state I'd leave you in, I'd be in a permanent coma. You two also said that there are too many stories about the Mist, not enough fact or truth, well that's just it, these stories you're hearing about me, depending on what the story is about, are true. Jethro, I won't faint at the sight of gallons of blood rushing out of you, I'll relish in it. I'll enjoy myself as I make you bleed to death.

    Alester will be there by my side to make sure neither you or Vincent pull anything, you may think he looks old, but he is a better fighter than your wife, Trace, River, Anna, You, Vincent, and even myself. So if you get any ideas on trying to get your little goon squad to push the tides in your favor, Alester with come and wipe them out easily, the same goes for you Vincent.

    Speaking of Vincent, lets turn my aim on him. Vincent, I definitely respect you more than that piece of shit Jethro, but unfortunately for you, I plan on keeping my title, and that will mean I'm going to have to bust that pretty little face of yours. As I've said time and time again, I have a need to win, and getting see the blood of my enemies might make me get a little carried away, I'll be going all out, never stopping for a single second. I will not let up until both you and Jethro Warren are both bloodied and knocked out and I carry out the title again like I should, because it's rightfully mine! I don't have a woman that's holding me back. I don't to worry about getting hit hard and looking ugly for my woman, so that means I get to go that much harder than you or Jethro, because both of you are just actors who are afraid to let their beautiful faces sustain damage.

    Vincent, Jethro, I don't care what it takes, I will push both of you beyond your greatest extremities, and force you out of your comfort zone of sitting on the couch with a bag of corn chips next to you, watching some Spanish soap opera. You two will not beat me, they have called for your judgement, and they aren't forgiving.


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    The cosmos....


    The vastness of space. Stars, galaxies, asteroids, dust, black holes they are all around. It is as majestic and awe inspiring as it is massive, frightening and distant. Then stepping right above a 3D simulated image of a spinning galaxy comes Saddle Sally. Sally is dressed in a suit but it's been obviously modified to show off all her curves and her cleavage. The skirt leading up to her deep V neck blazer is so short that if she just bent over to touch her knees you would most likely get a good view of her undergarments...if she is even wearing any at this moment. Her hair is tied back in the "sexy librarian style". Her heels click as she steps over the floor that displays the vast cosmos she stares into the camera. As if she is Carl Sagan or Neil Degrasse Tyson hosting Comsos for your viewing pleasure, though few are probably watching this video for the benefit of scientific knowledge. And that's fine, because that's not what Sally is here to talk about.


    Sally: Space, the final frontier as they say. A place so large and unimaginable in size that most of it is a mystery to us. Now some of ya'll might say that's a good thing. Who knows what's out there? Aliens? Asteriods that could come n' smash our planet into bits at any moment? Or maybe it's one of them black holes, sure our star will eventually die out, explode, burn us crispier than fried chicken on Sunday after church and then turn into a white dwarf right before swallowing up the entire solar system into a black hole but I ain't talkin' 'bout that kind of black hole. I'm talkin 'bout the kind that makes me sleep uneasily at night the roaming black holes. Did ya'll know that black holes can move? Oh at speeds faster than you can imagine. One could be runnin' us down right now, and it'd be almost impossible to tell, and even if we could...what would we do? We couldn't outrun it and even if we could where would we go? I know ya'll are wonderin' why I'm talkin' 'bout all of this. What does this have to do with my match at Aftershock, well it has a lot to do with it actually. Jus' stick with me and ya'll see. But what ya' need to take away from all that is that life is fragile...and precious.


    The universe is full of mysteries. Why is he center of the sun cooler than the surface? That defies physics. How does time work in space as compared to on earth? How do I have a better booty than most black girls despite my Caucasian heritage? So many questions and so many we will go to our grave wonderin' the answer. But the question that we will get the answer to the moment we die is possibly the greatest question in all of science....where did we all come from? Was it an all knowin' God, or was it jus' random chance a big bang created by sheer luck that created our planet? Scientists can only go off of facts and so they can only support the theory of the big bang. They cannot use science to explain that which all of ya'll don't know. But see I know, that there was a creator, a designer of all these plans. He goes by many names and people believe different things than me 'bout him. They're wrong and they will burn in Hell for their misguided thinkin' but that's not the point. The point is most people believe in some sort of God. Even Bill Nye and Neil DeGrasse Tyson are agnostic, 'cause with all of the scientific knowledge ya' can gain there is still what they like to call the GOD FACTOR the stuff ya' can't explain. The stuff that keeps ya' up at night, the stuff that can only come from a divine hand movin' things together.



    A 3D image of the globe spins in front of Sally. She touches it, adjusting the speed in which it rotates at her own will. The solar system soon appears in front of her and she smiles at it all. The beautiful visual of the solar system is one to behold even if it's simply made for aid. Sally then begins to modify it using her hands to motion the planets where to move.


    Sally: Take our planet for instance, it is mostly water, the element we need to survive but it also has air that is just right for us to be able to breathe it. We have polar fields and an ozone layer...what's left of it that is...that protects us from harmful UV rays and other radiation from space. We are just' close enough to the sun to receive it's warmth that powers our plants, bodies and ecosystems but jus' far enough that we don't burn up or all plop dead from radiation.


    Sally demonstrates by moving the earth too close to the sun and watching it burn up and resemble something closer to Mercury than our green planet. She moves it away and sphere freezes and becomes dark and cold


    Sally: The perfect distance, the perfect climate....everythin' is so perfect. Now some of ya'll can call that dumb luck if ya' want but I'd like to think that it's the hand of God creatin' us in jus' the right spot. Scientists who believe in divine design call it the "Goldilocks Theory" everythin' is jus' too perfectly right for it to be random. And I think they have a point. But now I want to shift gears a bit and talk 'bout our world....my world to be more exact.


    Sally moves the earth back to it's proper position then opens up her blouse a bit to reveal that her bra is patterned to look like the globe, she winks at the camera.


    Sally: Let's take a closer look at my globes...


    The camera zooms in gleefully towards her perky breasts and zaps us into a new screen. This has Sally once again in the cosmos but it looks a bit different, like it's a new angle. It's also darker too, until a light flashes and suddenly the screen triples in it's amount of stars, galaxies and planets. Sally stands over a luminous calendar each step she takes places her in a new month. She grins at the camera.


    Sally: THIS is the cosmic calendar, some of ya'll might have seen it in other forms. But this is how scientist map how old the universe is. Since the universe is supposedly billions upon billions of years old a simple timeline was not enough, instead they measure it on a scale of how long one year would be to us. Except one day is far longer a time than here on earth. On the grand cosmic scale life on earth has only been goin' on for 'bout 18 minutes. Let that sink in fer' a moment. In other words if the time of the universe was a football field life on earth would only stretch 'bout as far as my hand...


    Sally holds out a miniature globe in her hand, but she squeezes it and crushes it for dramatic effect. She then looks at the dust in her hand and blows it away into the universe.


    Sally: We are truly jus' dust in the wind it would seem. But in this dust lies what makes this night so important...history...my tiny, minuscule contribution to the universe on the grand scheme of things when blown up is actually quite big in the moment.

    Sally taps a speck of dust like it's a button on a keyboard. It expands and suddenly the view of the cosmos becomes a sandy beach, with clear blue skies and a nice breeze.


    Sally: On the first day there was nuthin'. Then God said let there be light and the next few days he formed the sea life, the mountains, the stars and all that we see around us. I think that the bible is telling us to think on the scale of a cosmic calendar not twenty-four hours. Bt here on earth that's all I reckon' we can muster so on the sixth day God reached down into the earth and created man. See it's like this in the FWA. I created the FWA Womens title belt. On the first day it came to be and suddenly it wasn't nuthin' that we were fightin' fer' we became more than glorified valets we became warriors, athletes, and icons. On the other days Gabrielle, Jenny Ignito, Anyanka, Ayla El and others marked their path and helped create all ya'll see within our storied history.


    The FWA's Women division an long and prestigious era on the timeline of our company but not even somethin' that would register on scale with the universe and yet it's so important to us It drives us, it fuels us, it consumes us. It has made me into the woman I am and I am eternally grateful for that. And an eternity will last longer than our universe will, I guarantee that! At Aftershock I will defend the womens title once more, the title I created, the title I hold so dear to my heart, the title that began the most excitin' chapter of my life, my most excitin' section of my timeline.


    You see on the sixth day after I had created the title and watched as it populated with the lives of so many great women I was now holdin' the belt and I did somethin' interestin' I realized that I was alone now, that I needed there to be people to be both my companion and to be the thing that drive me crazy, the thing I couldn't control...free will to love me or hate me. So I spit into the sand...



    Sally snorts and spits into the sand and begins to mold it.


    Sally: And I molded life, I modeled somethin' made in my own image....I made Shannon O' Neal.


    Sally continues to mold Shannon until she quickly becomes this tiny sand sculpture of Shannon's profile. Sally smiles at it, admiring her work.


    Sally: Yes on the sixth day I made Shannon. I am not God, but I am her creator, she is so much like me, a spunky blonde with a lot of attitude and even bigger aspirations. She's wide eyed and excited to do anythin' to make herself a star, she wants so badly fer' people to see and respect her. She has dreams, she has goals, she has my heart. And yet as much as I see in her I also see that is only here 'cause I made her. That her qualities are linked to mine, that her dreams and the desires of her heart are there 'cause I gave them to her. I allowed her to have them with everyday that passed until now she is able to be the woman she is 'cause of what I did 'fore she even laced up a pair of boots.


    Now I talk to my creation, the thing I made, I reckon' she needs to understand some things 'fore we fight inside that glorious squared circle. On the sixth day ya' and I became friends, we bonded over our similar backgrounds and culture, we became two people tryin' our best to be reach the peaks of our own mountains. Ya' walked beside me like we were partners, but we were not. Ya' see I was yer' companion but in the sense of a great powerful force that flows through you. I was greatness personified and ya' were the stone I was moldin' the sand beneath my fingers that I move and shape into what I desire to see in the world.



    Sally smashes the digital sand into her hands, her hans seem to be lit with fire and after opening her palms the sand sculpture of Shannon has now turned into glass.


    Sally: Look what I made ya' into Shannon. Look how beautiful ya' are, look at how smooth your edges are, how clear the crystal is...it's so hard, so tough and yet under my feet....


    Sally places the glass sculpture gently onto the ground, then smiling she stomps on it with her heel, shattering the glass sculpture into hundreds of pieces she then further crushes it with her heel.


    Sally: Yer' so fragile! 'Cause no matter how powerful ya' get no matter how strong ya' are you can defeat the creator! Ya' can not destory yer' own master. Ya' can claim that I am dead, ya' can claim that science reigns supreme but I am yer' science I am yer' life force this title is my creation and all yer' dreams all of what ya' are belong to me! Did ya' think you'd jus' waltz right into a match with me and expect to win? I am more than jus' the lady with the gold 'round her waist I'm the woman who fought and bled so you could wear this and call it an accessory to yer' career.


    What do ya' say Shannon? Are ya' bored of that ol' song and dance? Then fine, look at me as a woman, look at me as THE woman look at me as the woman who paved a path fer' ya' look at me as the woman who holds what you desire in yer' heart so badly. Now look at me as I truly am...yer' deity! I formed what ya' are from the spit of my gums and I turned ya' into a wrestler worthy of note! But ya' will not make yourself a note over me, I am the book and yer' simply a page! On the cosmic calendar of the FWA my name is imprinted in the stars, and everythin' ya've done is the last few seconds. Yer' the length of my hand and I hold ya' in my hand ever so gently only so I can hear yer' screams when I ball it up in a fist of rage, a fist that will find it's way right to yer' pretty little face and pulverize it like an asteroid hittin' the dark side of the moon!



    Sally holds out her hand like she's holding up Shannon and then turns it into a middle finger.


    Sally: This is the length of my hand, and this is what I think of anythin' that ya' can possibly say. They are whispers, star dust that I will swallow up like a black hole in the farthest reaches of the galaxy! Do ya' know how I got here? I defeated one of the greatest former womens champions of all time! Two of them Sara Wolf and Ayla El! Do ya' know how ya' got here? Ya' beat Zoey Ellis...not exactly the most ample of resumes. The arrogance of woman thinkin' that what they've done will ever compare to the creator. You build castles in the sand, I build the oceans that wash them away.


    The background changes to become space with the sun larger than ever shining brightly, Sally pushes the earth towards it and it's swallowed up by the sun.


    Sally: That is yer' world Shannon, being swallowed up by my radiance. Do you know how many earths can fit into jus' the red spot of Jupiter? Three! Three whole earths inside jus' the spot of jupiter. Do you know how many earths fit inside the sun? The answer is 1.3 million....that's how many earths fit inside the sun. And that's the kind of power ya' need to defeat me! Being screwed over by management didn't stop me, my busted knee couldn't stop me and yer' pathetic little attempt to answer the call will not even move me! Bow down before me; creature of my creation! Be humbled and know that it is I who warms ya', you build ya' and the one who can destroy everythin' ya've ever known! Fer' I brought you into this world and I will take ya' out!


    The background changes to that of an FWA ring


    Sally: That was the sixth day Shannon the day I created ya', the day I took ya' into my arms and ripped out yer' rib not to give ya' a companion but to 'cause ya' pain. The ribs of men create women, the ribs of women create targets. Targets for me to pound, crush and damage so that I might earn victory! But what 'bout the seventh day? The day that our true creator, God spent to rest. Well on the seventh day ya' and I will fight at Aftershock, and YOU WILL FAIL! On the seventh day God rested. That was his cosmic calendar, but on my calendar things work a bit differently. History will not talk of my rest, they will not talk of my sabbath. No. On the seventh day Saddle Sally kicked yer' ass!


    The ring begins to fall apart as does the arena it begins to collapse outwards as Sally steps calmly into the abyss of space. As she does this she begins to fade into the darkness as does the display of the cosmos. Then all is quiet and the camera fades to black.

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    ~The Story Of Shane McLean~

    Many strive to be in the spotlight. It can be the air that people breathe. It can be the water to quench a thirst that nothing else can. In the FWA, there is one spotlight that shines brighter than all others. It is becoming the FWA World Champion. This spotlight displays you to the world, it says “Here I am, Your Champion!”. It also means eyes are upon you from every angle, of challengers waiting to push you from the light and take their place within it. At the moment, that spotlight is upon Shane McLean.

    Literally as it happens.

    The Target Center in Minneapolis is silent, apparently empty. 20,000 empty seats are bathed in darkness, save for one light which causes each to send an eerie shadow on its neighbours. This one light is in the centre of the roof, lowering a beam to the ground, directly into the middle of the FWA ring, where a figure is sitting, arms resting on his knees, a hood covering his head, but upon approach, there is no mistaking who this is, perhaps from the golden FWA World Championship belt laid out in front of him: The spotlight is upon Shane McLean.

    Shane of course sat with his thoughts in an empty arena prior to entering one six man cage before, on the night where he won the Championship that he sees before him, but on that night his mind would play tricks on him, readying him for the battle before him. Tonight, no visions seem to be affecting him. There is no hyperactivity, or anger, or any of the vast array of over the top emotions we are used to from the Ace of Diamonds. Instead, he sits mulling something over in a very ordinary way, just a regular man having a think.

    A regular man who just happens to be FWA World Champion.


    Shane McLean:
    “’If you aren’t in this business to be the World Champion, you shouldn’t be here.’ That’s what they say. Everyone’s career is a path to becoming the World Champion, but most will lose their way, or tire before they get to the end. But in the beginning, this is what their destination is.

    Maybe that where I was different, I remember as my friends screamed for The Rock, The Undertaker and Stone Cold Steve Austin, I was always satisfied long before at the antics of guys lower down the card, guys who weren’t reaping in all the success, but out there doing what they did just to entertain the fans, some of them perhaps already knowing this was their final destination, that they would go no further. My friends would mock me as I chanted along as Scotty Too Hotty would warm up for the Worm, and I would sit with indignant disbelief as they marked out for the People’s Elbow. I didn’t see a difference. They’d tell me I just wasn’t as into it as them, I just didn’t get it.

    But soon I did get it. Wrestling had lured me in gently, let me get comfortable, then sunk it’s claws into me. Suddenly, I wanted to know everything there was to know. My friends who watched it with me would dwindle, many outgrowing it as the years went on, but those who remained were still marking out for all the flashy big moves, I was studying. Not it was they who did not get it. I was learning the science of pro-wrestling, which strategy to follow in the ring, which counters were available to each move, how to target a body part to victory, and why something as glorified as the People’s Elbow was indeed important to a match, no matter how badly it sucked.

    Soon I was alone in watching wrestling, and broadening my studies. Maybe the arrival of my first pubic hair should have told me to go out and notice the girls in my class were starting to develop, but no, I was developing myself. I was pushing myself to get myself in shape, but my work out routine was less about sit-ups and seeing how heavy I could lift, my work out was consuming Flair/Steamboat. I watched those matches, Flair with his golden locks, sly arrogant grins, sequined jackets and I decided I didn’t just want to be a wrestler. I wanted to be The Man.

    When I first arrived at the dingy unit where wrestling training took place between a kebab shop and a dodgy car mechanic, I knew I was ready. Turns out, my mind was. My body wasn’t. As I warmed up, I felt a spring pop in my knee. I made my excuses and hobbled away, and soon at the hospital I was informed that my cruciate ligament was not damaged, it was non existant. My career was over before it began. I went home, ignoring the mountains of bootleg wrestling VHS tapes from around the world, and flicked the TV on. Ironically it was wrestling. It occurred to me I had became so immersed in finding hidden classics from all over the world, that I hadn’t watched mainstream up to date wrestling in quite some time. But I couldn’t tonight. Not after realising I would never be in that ring myself.

    But, before I could switch the channel, I heard Beautiful Day by U2 begin to play, and despite Bono being like the nicest jackass in the world, in spite of myself I was indeed a closet U2 fan. Soon, the song meant nothing to me though, because what I seen on the screen dragged me in. Triple H, grimacing, as he fought through his first quadriceps tear. He had not gave up, he was coming back. He was coming back to be the best. Injury was not going to stop him, it was going to motivate him. The next day, I began to develop my leg muscles, because I was going to be a wrestler. I was going to be the best.

    No matter how hard I tried, I realised that my knee was going to continue to dislocate, and what use would this be, could I hope to reach the pinnacle of the business when injuries were to continue to haunt me before I had even bought my first pair of wrestling boots? When I returned to the hospital, the same surgeon told me it was not a viable career choice, that I could not do it. This time, I told him that I could. I told him it wasn’t a choice. I also told him that it wasn’t my career, it was my life.

    He did what he could, and I was on my way, soon I was able convince my parents to sign a form that would allow the training school to teach me with no legal risks if I should end up crippled for life. After months, I was learning how to paint the images in my mind. I’d been given the name Ace, and handed a cowboy gimmick, but I had my own ideas in mind. I began planning my robes, growing out my hair, I was Stylin’ and Profilin’, I wanted to be Ric Flair, I wanted to be The Man!

    I was 16 years old, and knew I’d be given my first match soon, but I took a weekend off from training to head down to Birmingham England to catch an episode of Raw being taped there. After the show, we headed back to the hotel, when my dads hire car cut in front of another vehicle. A long vehicle. As we got parked I seen the man who stepped out of the limousine. My dad had just cut off Vince McMahon to steal a good parking space!


    In the hotel, I was in some kind of dream, as more of more of the WWE superstars of the day filed into the hotel’s bar, and I excitedly ran from star to star for photographs and autographs, when suddenly I froze. There he was. The Nature Boy himself. The hyperventilating little boy who wanted to talk to everyone was gone. I couldn’t possibly speak to Ric Flair. This was the greatest World Champion, the best! This was The Man!

    My dad recognised what was going on, and as Flair went to walk past me, he put his arm out. “Ric, any chance of an autograph for my boy?” I don’t know if Flair so much as glanced at me as he barked at my dad that he was “just tryin’ to get a drink!”. Woo.

    I was down heartened the following week as I set up the ring for a show, until I heard there had been a no-show and I was to take his place. I got ready, knowing this was my chance. And as I stood across from my opponent, I knew in my mind the full plan to put on the perfect match to show everyone I could be The Man.

    But...I didn’t want to be The Man anymore. I never wanted to crush the dreams of somebody who idolized me. If being The Man would make me disconnected from the people like me, wrestling fans, then that was not who I was going to be. Instead, I went out, tried some funny stuff, pissed off my opponent who couldn’t get what I was doing, probably stunk up the ring, but I got some laughs. I had entertained the audience of about 50 people. And that is what I was going to continue to do.

    After a couple of years, I made my way to America, ready to take my comedy roadshow to the big leagues. At the time, there were two new powerhouses as far as Wrestling went, LOW and the FWA. FWA however, had fallen on bad times, and needed staff to help restructure the company. I seen my way in, and got a job with the PWS network who held the majority stake in the company, and befriended their owner Leon Denn to get myself brought in to the creative team whilst a young entrepreneur took over ownership of the FWA. The first thing I did was wrote myself in as a comedy character, and here I was, wrestling for the FWA.

    I was content with a spot low on the card as a bit of comedy to entertain the crowds as I’d became used to in my years on the independent circuit, but with the FWA in such a mess, I found myself in the main event of my first pay-per-view. I had a chance to be The Man after all. The Mile High match seduced me into believing I could be the FWA World Champion. As I grasped the Championship, I realised I was about to become the FWA World Champion, and at that moment, I realised also that this was exactly what I wanted. Ryan Hall however, seen to it that I did not.

    But I had had my taste, and I wanted more. I wasn’t there to make jokes now, I was there to become FWA World Champion, but when I failed to qualify for the next title shot, I took desperate measures and attacked Ryan Hall with a crowbar in the back and entered myself in his place in the Trial By Fire match. I even took to wearing the FWA World Championship as though it was my own, but it didn’t feel right, wouldn’t until I earned it. When the night came and I got my second chance...I blew it.

    That was me, I was finished. When I got to the back, I through my stuff into my bag, including the FWA Tag Team Championships which I was taking as a reminder, and I left the arena, and I wasn’t coming back. If I wasn’t good enough to be FWA World Champion, what was the point? As I reached my car, I heard a voice. I turned to see a father with his young son. “Hey Zach, look, it’s Shane McLean!” and then to me: “Shane, any chance of a photograph with my son?”.

    I went to refuse, meant to even, but it caught in my throat. Then it hit me. Everything I had meant to stand for had been left by the wayside in a quest for success. Hell, I hadn’t managed to become Champion and I was acting like a prima donna. I didn’t want to be that man, The Man. And suddenly I was smiling. “Of course, no problem”. So I posed for a photo with the two, and signed a t-shirt for the kid, and I went to get into car, chuckling about how the speechless kid had reminded me of who I had been, who I was meant to be. But just as I went to drive off, and rolled down the window to wave to them, Zach managed to find his voice. “Hey Shane, You’re The Man!”.

    He was right. For him, I had been. And from that day on I promised to distance myself from the FWA World Championship, and focus on being The Man in a different way, by making each and every fan that came to those shows feel like my every performance was just for them, each and every individual had to feel like this was my gift directly to them. I engaged in a feud with my former tag team partner Rodel Montez for much of the next year, and then kept myself distracted from the lure of success by bringing in my former tag team partner from the UK, my best friend Shawn Docherty, and together we went out of way to have fun and let the crowd join in with us.

    I’d love to say there was our happy ending, but I did go on to turn my back on the fans one last time. Originally when I joined the Unholy Uprising I did it pure out of love of my dear friend, but soon I grew to crave the success of my peers, and at that point I captured my first singles Championship in the FWA through tactics I felt unbecoming of myself. I became more proud of my allegiance to the Uprising than my allegiance to the fans. It was only when I lost the championship, I realised I needed to leave the industry to try grasp a final clutch upon the morals I once held so dear.

    Years I spent missing the industry, but I could no longer trust myself. A thirst for success had shown me I could not be trusted to stand by what I felt was my obligation. Eventually, the pull of a ring return brought me into the independents alongside Docherty and his tag partner Bobby Thunder. I was safe here with these two, no lure of huge success.

    Until, at one of these shows, I saw a familiar father and son. Zach, now older, asked me ‘why are you here instead of the FWA?’ I couldn’t give him an answer, I felt weak. Was I weak because I couldn’t risk the pull of the FWA World Championship, or weak because I could not achieve it. I told him I enjoyed just having fun with the crowds. ‘You could have fun in the FWA. We miss you.’

    What was I to do? Before the night was out, I had spoken to Matthew Robinson and was on my way home. And Zach was right, I did have fun. ’If you aren’t in this business to be the World Champion, you shouldn’t be here.’ Then maybe I shouldn’t be here, because I did not want to be World Champion, winning and losing mid-card Championships and having fun. Instead I watched from afar as men nearing the top of the ladder of opportunity, men like Ryan Rondo and PAJ became corrupter by its allure, men like Drew Stevenson and Jason Gryphon feel as though it is their god-given right to take it, and Ryan Hall reigning over it all, doing whatever horrible unspeakable acts to keep his kingdom.

    Whilst it did not please me, if didn’t particularly affect me. This was wars being fought for the FWA World Championship, not my comfortable mid-card. Until it was announced I would be in the Elimination Chamber. The hairs on the back of my neck stood. What could I do?

    But then, relief spread over me, I was one of six men, victory was so unlikely could I even begin to contemplate it. So I entered.

    And I won.

    At that moment I realised I had lied to myself all along. Of course I had wanted it, but I had never truly believed I could, so I was happier convincing myself I did not want it. I looked at the Championship, so beautiful, and to the crowd. I wasn’t a hypocrite. The crowd were happy. This is what I wanted to do, make them happy, and on that night I had accidentally done so, accidentally made them happier than I ever had before.

    I can’t promise them the same outcome tomorrow night, because truly anything could happen. But this time I believe that anything can, as opposed to before where I thought anything but my own victory could. Maybe this little dream shall come to an end, maybe it shall carry on a little longer. Either way, I hope there are some people out there able to say it.”


    Shane picks up his FWA World Championship and stands up, putting it over his shoulder.

    Shane McLean:
    ‘Shane McLean is The Man.’”


    Shane stares up into the spotlight, no longer sharing his thoughts. Tomorrow, the triple cage could see his dream end it is true, but will that be the dream of being FWA World Champion, or will it be his dream of being an FWA Wrestler?

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    ~The Ace of Diamonds~
    ~Shane McLean~
    Quote Originally Posted by AzaleanShake View Post
    may have been too high to English at one point. My bad.

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