The FWF Promo thread

[SuperKevin]

This is where you post your IN CHARACTER PROMOS ONLY

[Shane P. Hallam]

*Camera shows a completely dark screen. Suddenly, a candle flickers on at the front of the screen as a silhouette of a face glimmers due to the steel mask covering it. The face is frozen in a permanent scowl, showing this character means business. He begins to speak in a low deep voice that is intimidating to listen to*

The Eliminator: "My reign starts now. All of the conquerors of the world had their starting point that began their domination. They all had their territory to possess. Alexander The Great and Genghis Khan had their starting point before they set their sights to conquer everyone who came into their path. I have set my starting point and I am now ready to conquer everyone who comes into my path. I will make the FWF my empire and everyone who stands in my way will be completely dominated."

*The growl slowly turns into a smile*

"And my domination shall begin this very Tuesday night. The Big Blue Machine shall feel my wrath. I will be one step closer to the World Title and the chance to crush the bones of every opponent who steps into that ring. I spare no one. I destroy everyone. On Tuesday, when an overweight puny slob steps into the ring with me, he will be dead on the mat before the day is done. That is a promise. And that is a promise I will make for every single wrestler who dares to step in that ring with me.

*Camera pans back as a giant circle of candles instantly flame and in the middle of the circle stands a huge man in a metal mask and shining silver suit (appearing almost metal). He clinches his fists and looks up to the sky*

"HEAR ME NOW OR YOU WILL PAY! ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY...shall be ELIMINATED!"

*The flames all are snuffed and camera falls immediately to black*

[HChu]

*Camera pans to a room with walls covered in blue*

The Big Blue Machine: So this Eliminator guy thinks he will make the FWF his empire? I got news for you buddy, I did not spend all my time in janitor's closets all around these United States formulating my plan for wrestling domination for nothing. I did not dumpster dive for this shirt and jorts for kicks and giggles! When all is said and done, I will be the pretty, pretty princess of this match! I will tickle you super silly! And shove that half mask down your throat! And when that referee counts 1-2-3 for me, you'll be having my babies. The world will shout, "Who better than Blue Boy!" And I'll whisper back, "Nobody."

*Camera sees The Big Blue Machine rip off his jorts, and begins to scream like a lunatic and storms out of the set*

[SuperKevin]

:::::The scene starts at a sold out FWF house show. All of a sudden Nelson King's music starts to play over the speakers as Nelson King comes walking out from backstage. He's wearing a black leather trench coat, black slacks and a black shirt. He's carrying a microphone as he walks down to the ring. King climbs into the ring and starts to speak to the crowd:::::::::::

Nelson King: I need everyone to get quiet for a minute while I get something off my chest. I SAID SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE!

:::The crowd starts to boo:::::

Nelson King: Go ahead and boo me. It just goes to prove my point that the world of professional wrestling is still belongs to the white man. Nobody, not management, not my fellow wrestlers, and not any of you, is willing to accept that pro wrestling and the FWF in particular needs a strong black champion. That has to be the reason why I happened to be left out of the two World Championship qualifying matches this Tuesday on FWF Tuesday Night. The FWF, and commissioner Rod Gordon in particular, is not ready for change. They fear what might happen to their precious lily white organization if a man of color happened to rise to the top. Is it a coincidence that there are only three black wrestlers on the entire roster and not only are none of them included in the World Championship qualifying matches, in an obvious attempt to placate us they have decided to team all three of us together in the six man tag team match. I honestly don't know what offends me more. The fact that the FWF doesn't think I am qualified enough to be the face of this company or the fact they assume that all the black guys want to work together? I'm going to be honest with you all, I don't know Bricks Mason or George Rush and just because they are black it doesn't mean that I am willing to trust these guys to watch my back. I'm going to tell you two now so there is no confusion, we are not friends, we are not partners. Stay out of my way.

And as for my opponents, the men hand picked by Commissioner Rod Gordon to keep me out of the main event, I hope you're ready to do Gordon's dirty work because I promise you I will not go down easily. I have way too much to prove to this racially insensitive company to let you get in my way. I really don't have any more to say about this suject except that this Tuesday night the wrestling world is going to be flipped upside down when I make it apparent that the FWF is ready for and deserves its strong black champion whether Rod Gordon accepts it or not.

:::::Nelson King drops the microphone and walks out among a chorus of boos::::::

[SuperKevin]

Off topic: Here is a list of key FWF personnel

Rod Gordon: Commissioner of the FWF. Fairly no-nonsense and very committed to the company.

"Ace" Anderson: Heelish ringside commentator. Works with Bill Warren.

Bill Warren: The straight laced play by play man. Works with "Ace" Anderson

Jimmy Cole: The FWF interviewer

[scar988]

(Scar walks by the Big Blue Machine back stage on the way to his promo, and kind of smirks as he is walking by after remembering what TBBB said in his promo. After about 5 more seconds he gets to FWF reporter Jimmy Cole)

Jimmy Cole: So Scar, it looks like you are in the World championship Qualifying tournament?

Scar: I'm just glad Commish has given me the shot at the title. I feel like I have earned it and will be working hard to prove it to everyone, especially the fans who put out their money to come see us every week. I plan on taking down my competition, Mickey Finnegan, and then whoever wins between Blue Machine and Eliminator.

Jimmy Cole: You sound confident. About Micky Finnegan, the Irishman and another former MMA star is now here in the FWF to be your opponent on Tuesday Night Thunder. How will you handle this kind of matchup?

Scar: Well Jimmy, Mickey is a damn good MMA fighter and probably one of the dirtiest wrestlers I've seen to date. He is a drunken SOB and makes the locker room a lot rowdier than it was before he got here. But all in all, there is no real good way to attack a rookie Wrestler. I know his MMA style and how to combat it, but in wrestling there is so much more. I feel like I hold the edge though. Just due to my amateur background in wrestling.

Jimmy Cole: So would you say that Mickey is a hard guy to get along with? Him being a rookie and you being a Veteran?

Scar: No, I wouldn't say that. Mick is one of the few rooks that I could see challenging for the title once we award it. What he lacks in wrestling experience he makes up for in desire. That being said, I think I have got him beat in terms of the desire to win this championship. He goes out and parties too much, and goes to the ring drunk. If he thinks he can do that and still effectively wrestle me, he's got another thing coming.

Jimmy Cole: Sounds like you are doubting his work ethic.

Scar: I am. He seems to want to party and go out there and model and be a little Prissy pretty boy. He doesn't understand that you have to train for wrestling matches like you do for MMA. Until he gets that through his head, he's on his way to being Scar'd 4 Life.
(Scar walks off and heads back to the lockerroom)

[comahan]

*A Limo pulls up next to a private jet. Out steps a man dressed in a very expensive suit, wearing a very expensive watch, and wearing sunglasses. Its Keven Martel.*

"Ladies an Gentlemen, a new day is upon us. A new era in the world of Professional Wrestling has begun. What you are looking at, is not only the future of the FWF. Its the future of Sports. The future of Sports entertainment. The future of entertainment in general. And you won't need long to realize why. Because by the time this interview is over, you will realize EXACTLY WHY, I am without a shadow of a doubt, the best thing going today, and you will realize EXACTLY WHY, I will go down in the history books as being the absolute best, EVER.

There is no one in this business like me. Theres no one in the FWF like me. Not even close. The FWF is a pigpen, full of freaks, morons, and... and blue people for god's sake. But more than that, It's missing a few very vital elements. Im here to inject a much needed dose of class and sophistication into this dump. I'm here to turn this outhouse, into a penthouse. Im here to make the FWF mean something. They call me a Phenomenon for a reason.

This Tuesday Night, yours truly will host the talk segment of all talk segments. The greatest spectacle to hit primetime TV in years - Chattin' with the Champ. And before you do so much as think about disputing the fact that I'm the champ, you need to realize who you're dealing with. Do you want to know why I don't have a match on Tuesday? I think it's fairly obvious personally. Commissioner Rod Gordon knows that wasting my skills on free television for all of you undeserving people would, quite frankly, be a waste. Obviously, with me being his only real star attraction, he is banking on me drawing a huge Pay-Per-View buyrate all by myself when he presents me with the World Championship on December 13. But none of you need to worry. I can handle the pressure of being the only star in this company. I've handled the pressure of being the very best all my life. And thats why on Tuesday Night, my special guest on Chattin with the Champ will be... me.

Guys in the back, guys in the locker room, don't let that announcement over-excite you. And don't let it blind you either. Don't let it be forgotten that while I am undoubtedly the most sophisticated, handsome, wealthy, and entertaining person in this company, I'm also the best damn wrestler the business has ever seen. All of the other wrestlers in this company may have gone through life with the notion that their mediocridy was enough to get by... and to tell the truth... before I got here, It was. But boys...

THE BAR HAS BEEN RAISED AROUND HERE

You're looking at it."

[diabsoule]

The inside of a locker room. All the lockers are closed. The room seems empty. Except for one man. The man's back is to the camera and he is tall, even on camera. His long, shaggy black hair hangs loose across his broad shoulders. He's wearing a black wife beater with dark blue jeans. The tattoos on both of his arms are quite evident. He turns slowly to face the lens, closing his locker in the process.
The first impression of the man is determination. His five o'clock shadow seems neatly groomed, which may strike some as odd. His lips are pressed tight together, and the viewer gets the impression that this man is on a mission.

"So, here I am, in the FWF. One of many who have been brought here to compete against what is supposed to be the best of the best. Some I've faced before when I was working my way up. Some I've heard of in name only, others are unknown. But none of that matters now. This is a clean slate. Right now, everyone is starting off on the same page. But my history is about to be written and my ink will be my competitors blood.

See, I've wrestled all around. I've faced the best. In Japan, Mexico, England, here in the United States. I've been beaten, bloodied, bruised, and scarred. Sometimes I've been victorious, other times I haven't. But everyone has grown to respect me. No matter how hard they tried not to, or how much they despised me, I left it all in the ring. I've given more than 100% each and every time. I don't have days off. When in the ring, I'm prepared for war. And that's what is about to hit the FWF.

What these arrogant, cocky playboys don't seem to fathom is that no matter their money, their cars, cheap woman, they'll be second to me. I'm out to prove I'm the best in the FWF, and it will only be a matter of time before I prove that. Like the greats before me, I don't show off. I'm not fancy. I don't brag about how many cheap girls I was with the night before. And because of that, I'm better than you. In the ring, in life, I'm better than you.

This week I'm in a six man tag match. My first exposure into the FWF will be with five other people and they will witness first hand what the future of this franchise will be. My hand being raised in victory after I pin another poseur. You better get used to that sight. It's going to happen this weekend and it will continue to happen. I'm better than all of you and I'm out to prove it."

[UKfan]

*A cameraman is walking through the corridors backstage, he's filming the scene, looking into the bigger wrestlers dressing rooms and giving the fans an insight into their heroes. He gets to George's room and wanders right by, only turning the camera to show the name on the door, then continues his journey. Suddenly there's a lot of commotion behind the cameraman, he starts to turn when someone grabs him and pins him against the wall, the action is frenzied and unclear, until the camera focuses on George's face, his eyes pulsing with rage.*

"America, look into my eyes, you need to realise the anger, the focus and the intensity within George Rush, you need to understand something, this is not your average wrestler! I'm hungrier than those guys, I'm more desperate than those guys and I'm fuelled by a fire being stoked with pure, unadulterated rage.

I'm tired of being disrespected and ignored, you people think you are better than me? Because I did a little jail time? Well I hope you think that. I hope you all decide you can outclass this guy because he was locked away behind bars. Let me tell you something, while you were drinking your skinny lattes and your moccachinos getting fat behind your desks 9-5, want to know what I did?

I trained, all day every day, you can take away my material possessions, take my family from me and lock me in a cage, everytime I think of what I lost, it fuels me, to get bigger, faster and stronger, look at what your justice system has created, no one can stop me! I'm out now, and no one is going to be able to hide from me forever, you may mistake my rage for recklessness but let me tell you something, my rage is calculated and brutal, and it will be you, not I, who suffers a Rush Of Blood To The Head.

*pushes cameraman to the floor, camera falls to it's side and watches George stalk down the corridors with a purpose*

[Tampa 2 4 life]

Timpthy Grayson appears in the ring with a microphone, he is wearing a dark "Member's Only" jacket and pink flourescent fight shorts. 3 dummies replicated to look like Nelson King, Bricks Mason, and George Rush are standing on stage.

WELL HELLO SIRS, LADIES, AND THE LADIESIRS OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD. HOW ARE YOU TODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY?

*Crowd shouts back GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD*

AS YOU MAY KNOW, OR BE TOO STUPID TO KNOW, I AM THE GREATEST FREAKING FIGHTER IN THE WORLD.

(Starts talking normally)

In lieu of being given a shot to take the title from the current ladysir title holder, and believe me, I will be taking that up with the commish I will be fighting in a 6 way tag team match alongside 2 guys who's name I don't care about, I will be facing Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum, and the dimmest of them all....George Rush.

*Crowd bursts in to laughter*

Before I start showing my stuff, lemme make a prediction right here, and right now: The match will last approximately 52 seconds, until I come into the match, when that happens, skulls will be cracked, idiots will be pinned, and I will have a win. But first, let me give a little preview to what the 3 mouseketeers can expect from ol' Timmy in the ring.

Drags Nelson King dummy to the center of the ring, Timothy cracks a smile, then starts to pout, as soon as he puts he starts repeatedly headkicking the dummy until the head flys into the 2nd row.

Actually, these dummies are 100% anatomically correct: Small muscles, no heart and no brains.

*Crowd Bursts Into Laughter*

Drags Bricks Mason dummy to the center of the ring, smears lipstick and eyeliner over face, puts a blonde wig on dummy, the dummy vaguely resembles Kevin Martel's girlfriend.

Well then, LET EVERYONE SEE HOW THE LADYSIR CHAMP ACTS

Slaps dummy in the weakest way possible, mimicing the body movement and action's of Martel. Grayson ends it by copying Martel's finishing move, The Quebec Crab.

IT SEEMS OUR CHAMPION HAS MORE INTEREST IN BEATING HIS GIRLFRIEND AND HOSTING BAD TALK SHOWS THEN DEFENDING HIS TITLE!

*Crowd chants "Boo Martel" repeatedly*

Grayson drags the final dummy, George Rush to the center of the ring, the crowd waits in anticipation. Grayson produces a dunce cap and places it on Rush's head, Grayson starts wildly throwing elbows at the dummy, then performs a Roundhouse Kickslam on the dummy, which is now falling apart, Grayson starts throwing the pieces at nearby refs who all get knocked out.

AND THAT, MY FRIENDS, WAS I, TIMOTHY GRAYSON, PAIN EXTRAORDINARE, AND FUTURE CHAMP. I'LL BEAT YOU LATER!

tosses mic into crowd, walks back into tunnel.

[jballa838]

The camera views the entire Seattle space needle, then zooms down to the bottom where we see a ma reading to a group of children.
The Raynman: See kids, that's why you should never trust a communist. Oh, hello there America. Nice to see you there. Just spending an afternoon reading to underprivileged members of The Monsoon. What, you don't know what 'The Monsoon' is? Well, it's a group started by Superfan of the Raynman, Segmund Kemp.

The Monsoon is not only a charitable organization, with the profits of every item sold going to charity, but it's also doing great things for the community. Soup kitchens around the United States now serve "Chicken Noodle Monsoup." And hopefully by the end of 2008, the FWF will be serving "Champion of the Monsoons" Mike Rayner as the champion of the FWF.

I'm ready to bring my talents to the ring every night, and provide Monsoon Members and non-Monsoon members with matches they can tell their kids about. Here's a quick video of what I mean:

[Video shows his epic Top Rope Brainbuster thats called "The Space Needle" in 6 different matches, then shows a couple spinning heel kicks and ends with him walking down and signing a couple autographs on his way to an empty ring in what appears to be a sold out arena]

Rayner: Now America, are you ready for the Rayn? So much rain, you may consider it a (crowd joins in) MONSOON!
{CROWD GOES CRAZY Chanting: Raynman, Raynman, Raynman!}

[end promo]

[Jensen]

*The camera shows an alleyway in broad daylight. Suddenly, Bracken Bolt emerges onto the alleyway in street clothes. He runs up a wall and does a back flip off it. He then walks up to the camera, and begins to speak*

Alright, so here’s what’s up. I’ve been put in a 6-man tag team match this Tuesday night. Let me go ahead and say that it is going to be great to finally wrestle a match in the FWF. You see, I’ve been in many different wrestling businesses over the years, but there is no doubt in my mind that I’ve had the most excitement and anticipation for the up-and-coming FWF. I’m ready to make a name for myself in this company. I didn’t come here to just be another guy on the scene. I want to establish my name in this business. I’m ready to take on any and all challengers. I might be seen as the “little guy” by some people, but let me tell you that I have the biggest heart and the most determination of any man on this planet. Nobody is ever going to put me down. A lot of people think that because a lot of guys are hulking giants I will get demolished by them…well, let me tell you that that is not even close to being true. I can and will destroy anybody who sets foot in the same ring as me…and it starts this Tuesday night.

*Bolt begins to walk away, and the camera fades away to black*

[A Perfect Score]

The bar, a small pub in downtown Dublin, is crowded with people. The camera moves through the crowd, focusing on a table at the back. Surrounded by his entourage, FWF's self described wunderkind Mickey Finnegan drinks away, laughing and smiling, exhibiting his undeniable charm. We sat down with Mickey to ask him about the FWF, the UFC, and what its like to date Rachel Bilson. His Irish accent is hard to decipher at first, but there is an almost musical quality to his voice.

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Jimmy Cole: Mickey, lets start at the beginning. You were kicked out of the UFC for breaking league rules multiple times in multiple fashions. In fact, your disregard for rules has also cost you several acting jobs as well. What makes you think you will be able to last in the FWF?

Mickey Finnegan:Well, first off, Dana White is a ******* puff. That's right, I said it, quote me on it. Show him this interview. I want him to see it. The man is a pansy. The UFC and me, nah not right for each other. All that, rolling about and business, not for me. I prefer a little more excitment in my fights.

JC: So are you prepared for the FWF? What do you have to say to the other fighters?

MF: Well, I'm not usually one of those fighters who is all shooting off his mouth before a fight. I say, save your breath for cooling your porridge. But I guess what I would like to say to them is sorry lads. Its gunna be a real shame to embarrass you all on national TV in front of your loved ones, but thats just the way it is. Nothing personal ya see, just business. I'm the best in the business.

JC: Rod Gordon, commisioner of the FWF, is known as a fairly no-nonsense guy. How do you think that your undeniable ability to get yourself in trouble will mix with his lack of tolerance for shenanigans?

MF: Well, when Rod asked me to join the FWF, we sat down and had a long chat about some things, and so on and so forth. I've been given liscence to go a little further then some other fighters. I mean, he understands that I'm Irish, and cursing is in my blood. I'm gunna ******* swear, and he knows it. He knows I may not be sober all the time, like right now for example. The interview is in a ******* bar for Christ's sake. But Rod is a good man, I like him. I'll try to keep me nose out of trouble, but no promises **winks**

JC: You were widely regarded as one of the best strikers in the UFC, but many people questioned your skills on the ground. How do you think your fighting style will translate to the FWF?

MF: The reason I never showed off my ground game was because I always knocked the bastards out before it got to that point. I dare those people to come tell me my ground game is bad to me face. See what happens. Ask the man who called me a pretty boy for modeling. His jaw is wired shut at this very moment. Of course, I can't hate that man, if I hadnt socked him in the face, I'd still be slaving away for Dana in that ***** league of his.

JF: Absolutely. Well, one last question Mickey; you have been romantically linked to Hollywood actress Rachel Bilson. What's it like to be dating one of the hottest young women in Hollywood?

MF: Ahh, well, she's a great gurl, and we are moving very slowly. And by slowly, I mean quickly ha. No, I'm hte kind of guy who keeps me private life private Jimmy. But I can tell you she's a great gurl and I'm very attached to her.

JC: Well good for you Mickey. Thanks for giving us some of your time to let the viewers get to know you a little better.

MF: Ahh, it isnt a problem Jimmy. I mean, the people need to know who they should be cheering for. I'm not some *****-*** poser fighter like some of these other guys. I dont parade around in a mask and I dont need fire and flames and big spectacles to make the people love me. No, just a pub and meself.

Camera fades out as Mickey orders Jimmy a beer and puts his arm around him and laughs.

[Caddy]

*Camera slowly zooms in on James who has just entered the arena*

I've only been in this god forsaken country for a few weeks now and I'm still really not sure how things work around here. Wrestling back in Australia was easy. There was nobody faster than me. There was nobody as hardcore as me. There was nobody who could even dream about paralleling the things I do in the ring. I was the unquestioned champion.

*Brief silence as James lets the comment sink in*

I came to America to challenge myself. To prove to the whole world that not only am I Gods Gift to Humanity; but that I am the greatest wrestler to have lived. But what am I greeted with? Absolutely Nothing. I can't even get a mid card match.

But hey. Maybe the GM around here is a little slow. I mean, George Bush, your President is possibly the stupidest man alive so I guess it is possible that the FWF GM has followed suit. Hell, it looks as if you have all followed suit.

Ignorance aside, I still can't fathom how anybody in the entire world can stop me from competing. Can stop me from becoming the FWF champion. Can stop me from proving that I am better than anything this country can produce. I hope the guys in the locker room are taking note of this because I'm here to stay. If I don't get a match this upcoming Tuesday, expect mayhem.

Prepare yourself America. The Thunder from Down Under is here to Rock. Your. World.

*Drops microphone to the ground and slowly walks back to the locker room*

[OSUGiants17]

Some heel(not gonna list a name b/c idk if I can.) comes out and the crowd begins to boo. Then he says "Shut up! Each and every one of you shut up! You're lucky I even showed up. The reason why I am here is to host my 100 dollor challenge, I will chose one kid to come up here and bounce this ball 10 times for 100 dollors." So some kid goes up there, starts to bounce the ball when the guy hit the ball away from him and says "Did you really think I would let you take 100 bucks from me. Keep dreaming" Then the Hitman comes running out of the crowd and preforms a superkick on the heel followed by The Kill Shot. Then the crowd goes nuts as he walks backstage high fiving fans. When he gets backstage Jimmy Cole is waiting for him.

JC- What was that all about David?

DF- That was just me being me. You see, it's guys like him that made the FWF collapse twice. So now, I am making sure that it doesn't collapse again. I am taking out all of the worthless punks in the FWF.

JC- Wow, so you're a man on a mission.

DF- You're damb right I'm a man on a mission. And my mission isn't just to rid the FWF of scum like that guy, but to win my first match tuesday night. I have a ton of respect for all three of my opponents tuesday night but let's be honest, they don't stand a chance against me. Oh yea, and one last thing, how is it that I got put in a lightweight matchup and that Mickey Irish guy got put in a championship qualifying match when I weigh more than him? What ever, Fenix out.

[bored of education]

The scene opens on the worksite where Bricks Mason is destroying an old chimney with his sledgehammer. Bricks glances in to the camera and then goes back to work.
Bricks MasonListen man, I am not here to publically announce my bad assness or to say how I will run through FWF and destroy my competition. I am here on a mission. I have struggled for years to provide myself with food on my kitchen table. I wont complain about my struggles but this mission is to inflict as much pain as possible upon my competitors. I am not here to make friends or meet the girl of my dreams. You won't see me getting involved with the drama that may go on.
Bricks Goes back to knocking down chimney
Bricks Mason I am just here to do my job...
Smashes whats left of the chimney
Bricks Mason And one last thing don't get in the way of a man trying to do his job

[fenikz]

*In Havok's locker room*

Interviewer: We're here with Havok who will be involved in the 4 way lightweight matchup this Tuesday night, how do you feel about your chances?

Havok: *Grunts*

Interviewer: Umm ok, do you have any thing planned to give you an advantage, a strategy or anything?

Havok: *Grunts*

Interviewer(turns to cameraman): Why are we even filming this guy if all he does is grun...(a midget walks in with a boombox presses play then moonwalks off)

Havok claps twice and the room lights turn off and are replaced with a disco ball as the sound of Thriller fills the air, Havok starts to dance as the camera fades away

[The Dude Abides]

(The camera's focus backstage where Jimmy Cole is interviewing Shane Orion)

JC: I am here with "The Man That Gravity Forgot" Shane Orion. Shane, what do you think about your 4 Way bout this Tuesday?

Orion: *glares angrily* Why are you here?

JC: Well...

Orion: That was a rhetorical question you jackass. Now stand there, and hold the mic while i speak...

Orion: What a Tuesday it is going to be Johnny!

JC: It's Jimmy.

Orion: Nobody cares

Now, from what I gather, I have a match on Tuesday with a goody two shoes with a charity, a grunting ****** with a dwarf and a wannabe savior of this company. Not only do I have to deal with these mouthbreathers, there's a couple of idiots who couldn't hack it in MMA, now they come here to get their asses beat. Some fat ass fairy in blue. Then to top it off, there is some moron in some pinstriped suit from Men's Warehouse and wearing a knockoff rolex he bought he bought on a street corner from a Dominican named Lou thinks he is the class of FWF.
Really?...
Really?...
This is the best we can do? We can't find anybody better? Somebody to throw a challenge my way? Seriously Jerry, where does Gordon find these horse's asses?

JC: He found....


Orion: Again!! You, with the answering of rhetorical questions! Now shut your hole before I put you through a wall!

I do sympathize with our new savior Fenix though. I also want this company to succeed, but it is only to succeed because of me. Because when all is said and done... the fans of the FWF, Commissioner Gordon and all the wrestlers will realize that while gravity may have forgot me, they will never forget what they saw.

[Ward]

Tune in to the Casey Cline Countdown Show for the latest hard hitting and candid interviews with the wrestlers of FWF. Hosted by Casey Cline , he brings you these interviews and wrestling's only stats driven analysis on the planet.

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[diabsoule]

The camera walks along a hallway. The color of the wall is stone gray, almost metallic. The stale smell of sweat hangs heavy in the air but we the viewer are unaware. The camera approaches a locker room. The door is shut, dark blue with no identification to signify who this particular room houses. A small crack emerges, light shines through, a strange sight in an empty hallway. The camera man cautiously opens the door. More of the same gray wall meets him and yet life exists in here. A man sits on a chair, taping his wrist. His black hair is damp, from perspiration or the shower is uncertain, and it hangs over his face. His shirt is off, wrestling tights still on, boots laced. He turns, slowly, and faces the camera, hair still in his face. The man looks down then suddenly jerks his head up, the motion causing his hair to fly backwards. He pauses for a moment, taking the atmosphere in. He begins to speak, choosing his words carefully.

"Tomorrow night. That's when it starts. The FWF's first show, it's first time to reveal itself to the world. It's an honor to be selected to appear, to represent the company. I'll be facing three opponents in a six man tag match. A bricklayer, an ex-con, and the Black Panther from Forrest Gump.

Joining me in this match will be Bracken Bolt. A man I've recently met who shares the same goals that I do. The other is a comedian. A funny man whose jokes better stop when he gets in the ring. A laugh is healthy but tomorrow there will be laughter. There is no room for jokes when that bell rings.

For those that don't know, I am Justin Knight. A man of honor and pride. A man that works his ass off in every match, every time he steps in the ring. Tomorrow is my debut and I plan on making the most of it. I will show the fans why they bought a ticket, why they made the drive out here. I hope my opponents are ready. This is a man driven to show all the wrestling fans out there that I'm better than the rest.

So, we're only one day away. Tomorrow is when it all begins. Tomorrow initiates it all. Tomorrow I will prove that I'm better than you. Tomorrow hell will be unleashed."

[comahan]

* A video plays highlighting "Chattin' with the Champ" featuring Keven Martel. "Lets get one thing clear, "Rayner", you are not a threat to me. You are not a worry to me." - "The fact of the matter is that the most impressive moves in the world, and inarguably the strangest cult of fans in the history of wrestling DO NOT stack up against me, Rayner. Chicken Noodle Monsoup will be the last thing on your mind when youre in MY ring, standing toe to toe with the GREATEST PERFORMER THIS INDUSTRY HAS EVER SEEN. The moment you lock up with me, Rayner, none of your training will matter, none of your unrealistic expectations for yourself will matter, and your *shudders* charities and soup kitchens won't matter either. Because your courage, and boyscout persona will crumble when you realize what you have gotten yourself into, once you realize that you're in the ring with the BEST. You're in the ring with the uncrowned CHAMP. YOU'RE IN THE RING... with the Canadian Phenomenon." *

* We cut to a shot of Keven Martel, sitting at his extraordinarily large home, sipping champagne, and watching the highlights. *

"The first thing I want to do today, is apologize for my words on Tuesday. I was a bit emotional after hearing that I wouldn't be handed the World Title right away, and quite frankly, I said some things I hadn't planned on saying, and completely scratched everything I originally had set up for "Chattin' with the Champ". And I am not happy with what I said whatsoever..."

* Martel takes a deep breath, and then with an utterly exasperated look on his face, says... *

"I can't believe I left out half of my catchphrases! ... It's something I regret more than anything, and to all of my fans out there, to all of those people who look at me as their hero - know this - I won't let you down again. NOW, lets try and do this right.

Mike Rayner, I might be a bit pre-occupied right now. *Martel looks around at his luxurious home* You might possibly think that I'm a bit too relaxed at the moment. *Martel stretches and lays back on his comfy sofa* But it's because I've earned it, Rayner. It's because my mind is comforted by the fact that I know, WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT, that I am The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling, that I'm the best thing going today. My mind is comforted by the fact that - while I watched you wrestle out there on Tuesday, and you were impressive - you are still nothing to me. You are a pimple on my ass, Rayner. You aren't even in my stratosphere. As a matter of fact, no one is in my stratosphere. It's not even a stratosphere, its a Sophisticationsphere. And when it comes to sophistication, look no further than the Personification of Sophistication - Keven Martel. But that's where we differ, isn't it? You're into your charities, and your soup kitchens, and signing autographs for your fans when I... well... I buy out those Soup Kitchens and turn them into storage area's for all of my championship memorabilia. You're the boy scout who will do anything to get that one more cheer from the crowd, while I couldn't care less what those imbeciles think of me. You're from that cesspool called Seattle, while I come from the capital of honor, dignity, and class - Montreal, Quebec. But you know what? When that bell rings, none of that really matters, now does it?

Rod Gordon put me in this match against my will, and without my knowledge. He put me in this match knowing full well what the result will be when it's over. He put me in this match because to save face, he HAD to. But that doesn't mean a damn thing. Because no matter who im wrestling, when I'm in that ring, I put on a show of perfection. Of Technical expertise. Of ring generalship and savvy. Not BECAUSE of the fans like you do, Rayner. But to spite them. And to spite the boys in the back. Because I know it absolutely eats all of the wrestlers up, its eats all of the fans up inside when EVERY SINGLE WEEK I put another classless peasant down, and they have to sit there and privately admit to themselves that maybe I'm telling the truth. That maybe I AM that damn good. Maybe I AM The Measuring stick to which the all-time greats are compared. That maybe I am... a Phenomenon.

*Martel holds up his glass of champagne and makes a toast*

"To the winner of the Qualifying match come next Tuesday, and your next FWF World Champion - The Epitome of Class himself, Keven Martel."

[Shane P. Hallam]

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*The arena grows dark as mist begins to fill the entrance ramp and the above video begins to play. The Eliminator makes his way down the aisle slowly and steps into the ring as silver flames shoot up from ringside. With a microphone in hand, The Eliminator begins to speak.*

The Eliminator: On Tuesday, I made my debut of destruction here at FWF. I have taken the first step into becoming the world champion of this organization. I have begun my journey to destroy every person who stands in my way and I have gained the momentum to continue inflicting pain on anyone who dares think they can stop me. I am the Charlemagne of the FWF. I AM THE EMPIRE! I will continue this bloodbath week after week after week until the whole roster realizes that they are helpless to even put a chink in my armor.

*The Eliminator looks around the arena, only to hear a chorus of boos from the fans.*

On Tuesday, the Big Blue Machine thought he could take me down. He even took the match before into his own hands. Well, he ultimately paid for his indiscretion. I was never even on the mat. HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOCK ME DOWN! I am dominant. I am your worst nightmare. The five other men who are unlucky enough to step into the ring with me for the title at Reborn will recognize the sheer power I exert. Even if they decide to to team up against me, it is useless. The title will be mine, they will be destroyed.

I will take on every challenger who dares step into the ring with me from now until every member of the FWF quits due to injury or terror. I will look them in the eyes and they will wonder if they will ever see their friends and families again. Because they know, we all know, that they will be...ELIMINATED!

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*The Eliminator's music hits again as he raises his arms above his head palms up and screams. A small child is seen crying in the crowd as The Eliminator is booed back into the locker room.*

[bored of education]

The scene is Brick's Mason removing cinder blocks from the bed of his truck, 4 cinders on an arm at a time, on his most recent work site.
I am going to make this quick and from what you can tell I am a man whose actions speaker louder than my words, unlike many others that for no will remain namesless. Well, I will actually just name one name and his name is Nelson King. You don't get in the way of a man doing his business and you got on my way. Next time you get in my way it better be in front of me.

[scar988]

(Samuel Carr walks out in his street clothes (Blue jeans and a leather jacket with a white t-shirt under it) and gives Ace Anderson a scowl as he walks out to the ring.)

Ace Anderson: I don't have any clue what his problem is with me!

Bill Warren: Well, you did say he was boring.

Samuel Carr: I feel cheated. I went into this past week expecting to have a great match with Mickey, and then that fruit hit me with a chair. But honestly, because of him I advance and now I have bigger fish to fry. Eliminator, congrats on the win, but don't think this ladder match will be easy at all. Imagine 5 guys just as hungry if not more hungry than you are for the title. Now give them all weapons and tell them to climb a ladder to win the title. This match is going to be a war for us all, And good luck to the guys who are going to come into the match and are going to compete tonight for their shot. That being said, I am the hungriest for a belt. Every time the FWF has been around, I have had a shot at the title. Then before I even get to the match, I'm informed that it had folded. I thank the commissioner for rewarding me with the shot to earn my way back into the title match though and I won't disappoint. As for my match this week, I'm looking forward to working with Bracken Bolt, and seeing what he can do. He's a high flyer and he has a good feel for what goes on in the ring. I think with my power and technique and his off the wall style, we will make a good team this week. As for Rush and Mason, you better stay out of my damn way, because otherwise you will be SCAR'D 4 LIFE.

(Scar drops the mic and walks backstage, making sure Ace sees another scowl this time around as well.)

Bill Warren: Ace, I think you might have just made yourself an enemy last week.

Ace Anderson: Whatever, he's a horrible wrestler and only won because of the cheap shot from the Big Blue Machine.

[SuperKevin]

::::The scene starts at a sold out FWF house show. Nelson King's music starts to play over the loudspeaker system and the crowd starts to boo. Nelson King walks out from backstage wearing a black leather trenchcoat, black pants and a black shirt. He walks down the ramp and enters the ring. He starts to speak to the crowd::::::

Nelson King:Let me just start this by saying Dr. Martin Luther King once stated that he had a dream. A dream where people of all races could live together in harmony. Well I too have a had a dream. But unlike the dream shared by Dr. King, my dream is a nightmare. My dream is about a world where in 2008 racism and and prejudice is still an issue. A world where you all boo me for being a strong black man in a world once previously dominated by whites. A world where FWF Commissioner Rod Gordon is able to justify preventing me from even getting an opportunity to compete for the FWF World Championship. What about me scares you so much Rod? Why do you insist on keeping me from the spotlight and from reaching the top of this company? I'll tell you what it is. You are afraid of what I represent. You are afraid of the change that would occur if I became champion and the shockwave it would send throughout the professional wrestling world. You know I am a man that cannot be controlled or manipulated to be your perfect little poster boy. That is why you keep me in the undercard, wasting my time and talent in tag team matches as a way to keep me down. And speaking of the tag team matches, why is it that you feel that just because Bricks Mason and I share a common skin color that we must share a common goal? As far as I am concerned, I have no tag team partner. I am going into this match all alone against three men and I wouldn't have it any other way. I obviously have plenty to prove to Rod Gordon and the rest of this sport and I can't imagine a better way to do it than to come out on Tuesday and taking on all comers in route to victory. So Bracken Bolt, Samuel Carr, and most importantly of all Bricks Mason, you better be prepared for the worst. Be prepared for Swift Injustice.

:::::Nelson King then leaves the ring amid a chorus of boos as the camera fades to black:::::::

[diabsoule]

Justin Knight stands alone in an empty auditorium. His back is to the ring while dim lights cast peculiar shadows across the bare mat. His head lowered, Knight raises it naturally and faces the camera.

"I told you I'd be victorious Tuesday night. I am the new model for the FWF. A model that begins with honor, loyalty, and dedication. I'm the epitome of all of those. I am the new standard. One that everyone else should model themselves after.

So, this Tuesday I face Shane Orion. A new face in the FWF. And the kid shows promise. He has a lot of honor. You gotta respect talent and the man is talented. You can't take that away from him. But what's sets me apart from Mr. Constellation is that I'm better than him, just like I'm better than you and all the rest. Shane, you're about to become an apprentice to the master once you step in the ring with me. If you're not careful, you might learn a thing or two.

My quest for the championship begins Tuesday and I'm ready. I'm ready to become the standard bearer. The first champion in the new FWF. I know I can do it because I'm better than you and I will keep proving it."

[Tampa 2 4 life]

Timothy Grayson appears in the ring wearing black pants and a white tee-shirt with a caption of "The Eliminator Wears Pink Pony Pajamas" on the front, and "Big Blue Machine is the Reggie Ball of the FWF" on the back. The crowd roars in laughter.

Well HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYBODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Crowd goes in a frenzy

Well, as I had predicted, the ol' timster and friends dominated the three little pigs in a stunning triumph of truth, justice, and nonunion construction workers. I'd especially like to thank whatshisface for saving me tail at the end in that maple syrup-esque sticky situation, you were a big help, whoever you are.

As for this week, I have been chosen to do some good ol' fashion RIFIREEEEEEIN!!!!!!

Grayson rips off tee-shirt to reveal ref's uniform

Now, in order to prepare for this new role, I have asked to particapate as a referee in an amateur wrestling match, and here weeeee goooooooooooooo!!

Two nondescript wrestlers enter the ring, one named Jesus Montetyra and the other named Tom Reynolds. Grayson starts stomping in the ring and running around and yells at the fighters to start fighting, as the fight starts the two fighters clinch, and for no apparent reason Grayson runs in to the two fighters, both fall into the ground, and Reynolds mounts Montetyra, who pulls a reverse and starts pounding away at reynolds, as he pins Grayson grabs a megaphone for some reason and screams "1-" and Montetyra is so startled he breaks the hold. The fight resumes standing where Reynolds kicks montetyra in the groin. Grayson screams "FOUL" and boots Reynolds in the back of the head, knocking him out cold. As Montetyra pins him he is ready for the noise of the microphone and wins the match. Both wrestlers are thrown out of the ring by Grayson.

I'll see you all Tuesday, I don't think I was forceful enough as a ref, so I'll have to improve on that. GOOOOOD NIIIIGHT EVERYBODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

The majority of the crowd's jaws are wide open from seeing the worst referreed match in wrestling history

[Caddy]

Troy James entrance music begins and he slowly walks down to ringside. He surveys the crowd before taking the mic.


Actions speak louder than words and I think I proved that on Tuesday night. The FWF disrespected me. They left me completely out of competition despite knowing what I am capable of. The FWF left me with no choice. I had to show everyone that I am one of the best wrestlers the world has ever seen. You might even say God's gift to humanity.

David Fenix. Somebody had to be taken down and unfortunately for David, it was him. He is a good wrestler, there is no denying that. But compared to me he is nothing. He calls himself the 'Hitman'. He says he won't let the FWF collapse again. But honestly, who the hell does this guy think he is. I mean come on. The Kill Shot? A glorified superkick. Any Joe Schmoe can pull off that rubbish move.

The only thing David Fenix is going to do in the FWF is help me prove a point. Prove that I am the best. That I will be the champ. George Rush and I will destroy Fenix this week. My finesse and his power will give him absolutely no chance. Unfortunately the field of battle also incurs collateral damage and it looks as if Havok will be filling that void this Tuesday. Sucks to be him.

I think I've proven my point tonight, and I will definitely be reinforcing that come Tuesday.


Troy James throws the mic to the ground in disgust and leaves the arena being booed the whole way.

[Jensen]

*The camera shows an empty locker room. Seen sitting on bench is Bracken Bolt. His head is down, hands clasped, and staring at the ground. He begins to speak*

Last Tuesday night I made my debut in the FWF. Well, to be honest it wasn't everything I hoped nor expected it would be. I'm not going to sit here and make up all these excuses as to why I got manhandled by Bricks. There are no excuses. I wasn't prepared for him, and I let him take advantage of me. I will make sure it will not happen again. I let myself down and my fans down.

Now onto this week. This week I have been put in a tag-team match with Samuel Carr against Nelson King and Bricks. I have no problems with Scar. He is a great wrestler and a great guy, I am confident that we can co-exist. I know we can beat these guys, and it's not going to come easy. We are going to have to work together. I've heard that they might have some problems with themselves, so hopefully we can use that to our advantage. This will be sort of like a redemption match for me. I know I didn't show the FWF fans or anybody what I could do last week, but this week will be a different story. There are no excuses this Tuesday night. I'm not holding anything back. I'm going to show everybody why I'm here and what got me here...heart and determination.

*The camera slowly fades away*

[HChu]

The camera pans to a dumpster behind what appears to be a 7-11, all of a sudden The Big Blue Machine emerges from the very same dumpster

So I might have been ELIMINATED last Tuesday, I was clearly beaten by the bigger wackadoo. The question some of you might be asking is, "Why did you help Samuel Carr?" The answer to your question is, I hate that pretty boy, that potato munching Irishman Mickey Finnegan. He is a disgrace to the FWF, his stupid Irish accent makes me want to punt babies into the abyss. And I obviously know that you the fans loved it. He thinks he looks like Brad Pitt? Well after I'm done with him this Tuesday he'll look more like Brian Pepper.

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I defy him to try and give me a "Headache." If he tries that on me, I'll stick my tongue out and lick his eyes. I know he's known for having a good time and being the party boy of the FWF, he won't be having that much fun after this match when he's making my babies in defeat.

[A Perfect Score]

The camera fades in, showing Mickey beating a punching bag furiously in a dimly lit gym. The room is empty save him, and as he finishes his combo with astounding hand speed, and an emphatic roundhouse kick, he turns to the camera, sweat glistening on his foreheard. He is shirtless, wearing simply athletic shorts, showing off the shredded body which has earned him the fanhood of women everywhere. His Irish accent is charming as always, however he speaks in a low growling tone, obviously angry.

Now listen, I had Scar all but wrapped up. You all see, these other wannabe fighters cant stay in the ring with me. Im faster, stronger, and meaner then any of them. It took a big, blue fat piece of **** interfering with our match in order for Scar to stand a chance. Well, Ill tell you what. I look around this league, and I dont see anyone who can beat me. I see in myself the best fighter the FWF has. I am ready to fight anyone that Ron wants me to: but on one condition. I get my chance to beat the piss out of that big blue puff who calls himself a fighter. You hear that Ron? I want my shot at him. And let me say this, I mean before it was just business, but now, its personal. And you dont want to be personal with Mickey Finnegan (save for the ladies) He winks at the camera

As the shot fades away, Mickey Finnegan unleashes an impressive combo on the bag, finishing with his signature emphatic headbutt.

[The Dude Abides]

(The camera's focus backstage where Jimmy Cole is interviewing Shane Orion)

JC: I am here with "The Man That Gravity Forgot" Shane Orion.......

Orion: ......You're not going to ask me a question?

JC: Well last time I interviewed you, you told me to shut up every time I spoke.

Orion: Jackie, who says that I am going to do that this time?

JC: Well then...and it's Jimmy by the way... How are you preparing...

Orion: You are so gullible. Nobody cares about you and your crappy questions.

So I have a match with Justin Knight. A bona fide FWF legend.A man who carried FWF on his back for a long time. Knight is a man who does bring honor to the ring. He works his ass off and never backs down. He is a man of respect, and he respects me just as I truly respect him. While I respect the man, and admire his many talents... On Tuesday he will step into the ring with "FWF's Shooting Star"! He also is a wrestler who brings tremendous pride and honor to the ring. But, when Tuesday comes that will not matter. Because the only honor he will get is to be in the ring with me. The only sense of pride he will feel is when he tells his grandchildren that he was my first victim.

JC: Those are harsh words Shane. Do you have any other words for Knight?


Orion:Well, like I said Jonas. I have great respect for his skills. He is as tough as nails. Knight is strong as an ox. Hell, it takes a damn near herculean effort to beat him.... but I will. Alaska's native son will beat him. I can not lose to him and more importantly, I won't. Because while Justin has all of these talents.... He has never ever won the big one. He can never grab that brass ring. He can never own the moment. I however, can most definitely do just that. He has never stepped into the ring with somebody with my capabilities. From the old thorn in Knight's side Chris Stylez, to anyone else from FWF's past or its present. Shane Orion is the best that FWF has ever had will ever see. Not only, am I simply more talented than Knight, on Tuesday I will prove that I am simply, the new mountain that Knight can not climb.

[fenikz]

A Joint Promo

David Fenix's theme (http://www.rottentomatoes.com/dor/objects/499143/hitman/videos/hitman.html) begins to play as he walks down to the ring high fiving fans. When he enters the ring he grabs a mic and begins to speak.

How yall doing tonight? You doing good? Good, I am here to night to talk to you about several things. The first thing I'm here to talk to you about is that PUNK Troy James! He is the one of the punks that I was talking about last week that the FWF needs to get rid of, so that is exactly what me and Havok are going to do Tuesday night. And speaking of Havok, I know a lot of my fans dislike him because of what happened last week. But, he is not the one to be mad at. Troy James is, Havok saw the opportunity and took advantage of it. I have a ton of respect for Havok as a wrestler and I hope to get the chance to have him as a tag partner a few more times after this Tuesday. So now ladies and gents, I introduce to you *Fenix claps his hands twice* Havok.
*Then the light go out, a disco ball lowers from the ceiling and Havok and his midget walk to the ring and dance to Thriller with Fenix*

[UKfan]

George Rush is in the gym working out when a reporter attempts to interview him.

Interviewer: George, tell me about
*George snatches the mic from the scared kid, he lets the treadmill roll him off and then stares at the interviewer*

George Rush: Get out of here kid, YOU DO NOT want to be here right now.

*looks into the camera up close, beads of sweat beginning to form on his furrowed brow*

Now I need to get something off my chest, I am getting the shaft in this organisation, just like the warden was trying to keep me down behind bars. A six man tag last week, a tag match this week, I don't roll like that! I don't need nobody, put me in a damn handicap for all I care. You know, now that I think about it, I don't know who is worse "Commisioner" Rod Gordon, or my old warden. I guess at least by law I got an hour a day of supervised activity in prison, my guess is if old Gordon the FWF warden had his way, I'd be slumming it at house shows selling damn popcorn, f' that!

Now, as I mention, this week I have been put in a tag match with my partner Troy James. Now I see Troy has been having some words with our opponents, that's fine, as long as he can back it up, I got no problem with that. Hell, he can't be worse than Nelson Queen and Sticks Gayson who I had to work with last time out. All I know is this week, it's prison rules in the squared circle and as long as James stays out of my way and holds his own, I'm winning this match.

*George starts to jog on the treadmill again, his movements effortless, his focus remains dead in front, away from the camera*

I've had my say, now leave me be.

[jballa838]

Mike Rayner: Hi, I am the Raynman, and this is what I'm going to do to Kevin Martel:
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Prepare for the storm.
(cue awesome thunder and lightning effects, and then water pours down from sprinklers above)

[fenikz]

*Camera star wipes to Havok backstage, it appears as if he is in a linebacker stance waiting for something, the sound of tiny footsteps running are heard in the background...Vandal(Midget) runs up and smack Havok in the head with a steel chair, Havok roars in delight and then runs head 1st into the steel locker room door, while laying on the ground he bursts with malicious laughter as the camera fades away*

[OSUGiants17]

The camera shows an empty locker room. The camera turns slightly to the left and shows David Fenix sitting at a table making penut butter sandwiches. Then, Fenix raises his head and says "Me and Havok got this one in the bag." The camera slowly fades out as Fenix laughs.

[Caddy]

FWF Press Conference Excerpt

"What's the go with Havok and Fenix posting 592389748273498 promos? Talk about attention seekers. They should be focusing on Rush and I. If they don't they are going to be in a whole new world of pain."

[Shane P. Hallam]

*A video package is played over the big screen recapping The Eliminator's destruction on Tuesday night. It shows Samuel Carr getting busted wide open, The Eliminator setting up a chair to destroy him, and Justin Knight running down to save Carr.*

*The camera then pans into a dark alley with garbage lacing the entrance of the alley and a dark green dumpster toward the back. As the camera approaches the dumpster, a dark figure emerges from behind it. One fist is clenched and in his other hand. A low angry growl is coming from The Eliminator as the alley slowly lights up*

The Eliminator: My anger grows and it continues to grow. When there is no opponent who faces me in the ring, I will FIND people to destroy no matter the consequence to myself or them. Samuel Carr, you were my first victim. You felt my wrath as I destroyed your pretty little face. You think your martial arts can save you now? You think any of that EVEN MATTERS? You have never seen a monster of my magnitude. When you step into the ring with me on Tuesday, I will finish the job I started. I will cripple you, I will massacre you. You will be out of wrestling FOREVER. If I don't get the job done on Tuesday, you can guarantee that the permanent ladder imprint on your face at Reborn will do the job.

But my anger is beginning to steam. My anger is beginning to BOIL OVER! If Justin Knight thinks he can stand in the way of my domination of FWF, he is mistaken. YOU DO NOT GET IN THE WAY. So now, you will be the next target on my list. I will not be done until I have ripped each and every wrestler limb from limb and I will continue until I the FWF is my domain. Until the FWF has bowed down and made me the emperor. Until everyone here and the world knows that The Eliminator is invincible!

So Kevin Martel, Justin Knight, and Samuel Carr. Be prepared. BECAUSE YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED! AAAARRRRGGGGHH!

*The Eliminator lets out an angry scream and begins to punch the dumpster repeatedly making a larger and larger dent in it every time. A final haymaker to the dumpster creates a giant hole as The Eliminator lets out one more giant scream and stares into the camera.*

[fenikz]

**Camera pans to Havok in his locker room, Havok angrily bangs his fist on the door, Vandal walks up from behind, tugs on his shorts and shakes his head, with a snap of his fingers the disco ball drops down and music starts to play**

~PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC RIIIIIGHT PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY AND LAY DOWN THE BOOGIE AND...~

*The music stops and the disco ball retracts into the ceiling and in walks a snooty looking woman*
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Woman: No more of these shenanigans, Mr. Havok I am Ms. Victoria Winston-Rutherford and I have bought your rights from the FWF. You are classless, crude, and a squandery of human life, under my control I will make you a respectable superstar. First things first lets get rid of that little rat!

**Vandal runs at Ms. Victoria Winston-Rutherford but is held back by Havok. Vandal grabs his bags and as he leaves smashes the disco ball like a piñata, Havok sits down in disapointment, Ms. Victoria Winston-Rutherford walks up behind Havok and runs her fingers through his hair**

Ms. Victoria Winston-Rutherford: Now, lets fix your image.

[OSUGiants17]

David Fenix'smusic (http://www.rottentomatoes.com/dor/objects/499143/hitman/videos/hitman.html) begins to play as he walks down to the ring. When he enters the ring he grabs a mic and begins to speak.

"Cut the music, cut it. I am sick and tired of losing, but that will all end next week vs that Bolt kid. Because, it's no more "Mr. Nice Guy". It is time for the Fenix to be reborn and to rise from the ashes, and after I beat Bracken Bolt, and win the ladder match to become the champ, THAT is exactly what the Fenix will do, it will rise from the ashes and be REBORN!!!!!!!"

Fenix drops the mic and walks out of the ring.

[scar988]

Samuel Carr walks up to the ring, mic in left hand and a baseball bat in the other.

Samuel Carr: Eliminator. I have one request the next time you try and act as if you can actually knock me out of contention.... I want you to understand that you are dealing with someone who will never quit. I want you to understand that I feel no pain. And the biggest thing I want you to understand is that I am like a pitbull. Where you blindsided me last week, it will never happen again. I have my guard up at all times. I trust no one in the FWF right now because of what happened outside of Justin Knight. And even him, I'm wary about due to the fact we will all be in the ladder match. But Eliminator, this time, you won't have the advantage of blindsiding me. And this time, I will make you tap out. Don't mess with me Eliminator. Otherwise, you'll be SCARD FOR LIFE!

Carr walks back to the back, and points at Ace Anderson with the bat, and then goes behind the curtain.

[Caddy]

*Camera zooms to ring-side entrance as Troy James music plays and he slowly paces towards the ring. He walks up the stairs, through the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring and does a Randy Orton style pose. A mic is thrown at him and he begins to address the crowd.*

I finally... debuted on FWF Tuesday Nights last week and I'm pretty sure I sent a strong message to Fenix and Havok. Havok is a crazy SOB so he was never going to cause much of a problem, but that smack talking Fenix was a bigger challenge. I had to really make sure I destroyed him. Contradict every single thing he said he was going to do to me.

I think it is safe to say that that mission was soundly accomplished.

What's next on God's Gift to Humanity's schedule? A fatal four way featuring that Thriller dancing psycho Havok, Timothy someone and my tag partner from last week George Rush. Rush and I made a good team, but this week is business and believe me when I say I'll be looking to destroy him every chance I get.

'Down Under', 'Australiana', it really doesn't matter which moves I use. I WILL win. This week is the biggest match of my life. I have an opportunity to qualify for a 6-Man ladder match for the vacated FWF Title. I WANT that title. I NEED that title. I WILL win this weeks match and I WILL win the title.

The Thunder from Down Under does not lose. Watch next weeks show.

You'll see.

[UKfan]

*George Rush is in the back, he's got some rap music on and he's shaving, he's looking into the camera using the lens as a mirror when he begins to address the fans, he's calm and composed talking to the camera*

The FWF are now beginning to see what George Rush is capable of, George Rush destroyed David Fenix with the Rush Of Blood To The Head, and he will be the first of many. You see, I'm starting to get back to my prison mentality, George Rush no longer craves the creature comforts, the television, the DVD's, but you know what I do crave, respect! That's how I survived inside, I fought my way to the top, I created a culture of fear and loathing. People hated me, but they wouldn't touch me because they know what I am capable of, they respected my physical abilities and my nasty nature.

*George pauses and takes a long stroke of the razor*

You know who doesn't seem to respect me though, Rod Gordon, the man knows he can't deny George Rush the chance to get into the Ladder Match after his beatdown of David Fenix last week so he puts George Rush in a match, with three other guys. What happens to David Fenix? The man who suffered at my hands last week. He gets a one on one opportunity to get into the Ladder Match! Now how is that right? It doesn't matter, I'm always getting screwed over by the powers that be in this god foresaken country, but I rise above it.

*George shaves his chin a second time*

You saw my physical gifts last week when "teaming", and I use that term loosely, with Troy James, but now I am on my own, against three other guys who claim they want the title, including Troy James, and it's about to get damn nasty. When all is said and done, three guys will have made mistakes, have lost their compusure and suffered..... a Rush Of Blood To The Head.

[Jensen]

*A video package is shown of Bracken Bolt's match last week at a FWF house show. It shows the Samuel Carr incident and Bolt winning the match and the moments leading up to it. After the package is shown, Bolt is seen standing the ring*

Last week, I did what I said I would do. I won my first career match in the FWF, and let me just say, damn it feels good.

*crowd cheers*

You see, I told you that those two guys would not be able to co-exist and they didn't. I made 'em pay for it all by myself. Now, my tag-team partner Samuel Carr was unable to compete. I was looking forward to tag-teaming with him, hopefully we get another chance sometime in the future.

Now on to my match this Tuesday. Let me tell you, my real time to shine has risen. I'm getting a shot to wrestle in the six-man ladder match for the World Championship. All I have to do is beat a guy who goes by the name of David Fenix. Yeah, I know what all of you are thinking. Who?

I plan on showing Fenix, the FWF, and all of you fans out there even more of what I'm capable of doing in the ring. Everybody will see what will happen when I step in the ring with him...the destruction of Fenix.

He claims he's sick and tired of losing, well I just have one thing to tell him... Get used to it.

*crowd cheers as Bolt walks out of the ring*

[The Dude Abides]

(The camera's focus backstage where Jimmy Cole is interviewing Shane Orion)

JC: I am here with "The Man That Gravity Forgot" Shane Orion!

Orion: Good start Jenny.

JC: It's Jimmy......... What are your thoughts on your match this Tuesday aginst Bricks Mason?

Orion: Jeremy, Bricks Mason is one tough man. He is also a massive man. However, none of that matters to "FWF's Shooting Star"! The way I see it, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. When this match happens the man holding you down won't be so elusive. The Man will be standing above you as the first FWF Intercontinental Champ.

JC: Shane...and it's Jimmy by the way... How come you actually answered my question?

Orion: Because it wasn't stupid.

JC: Well, what are your thoughts on possibly...

Orion: I wasn't done with Bricks Mason yet, Joey. Bricks has the stones to come out here and think he's special because he works hard all day and has to fight to get ahead. He expects his opportunities to be handed to him. Well Mason, you have to fight to get ahead in FWF. Bricks, I'll be the first roadblock in your way. Don't let looks fool you Bricks, I am the toughest you'll ever have to pass.


JC: OK..... Well, what are your thoughts on possibly becoming....

Orion: Oh my God, you broken record. Get some new questions. But really, this is all elementary. It's inevitable that I will become the first ever Intercontinental champ Now, I see you James, and your thinking...

"Well of course it is inevitable. You're the best and most talented wrestler we have."

Georgie, while those sentiments are technically correct, they are not the correct. It is true that I am the best, the most talented, and I am the man that the fans want to see Cole. I am, after all, The Featured Attraction. Yet, all of those things are not the reason it is mine and FWF's destiny to have me as the first Intercontinental Champion, It is my destiny because I am the best wrestler FWF's ever seen and it is FWF's destiny because I am going to show up in that record book many times. This is just my first opportunity.

[Caddy]

*FWF returns from an ad-break to Troy James standing alone in the ring.*


I'm sure you are all aware of the saying 'you can't teach an old dog new tricks,' but David Fenix takes this saying to a new extreme. FWF opening night, I beat the crap out of Fenix. FWF week II, George Rush and I absolutely destroy Fenix in a tag match. FWF week III, I come out to ring side to watch Fenix's match and he loses, then he has the nerve to attack me after a brutal fatal four-way? This guy just won't learn.

At Reborn I will drill the message in... for the third, and hopefully last time. But then again if the history is in fact the best judge of the future, then Fenix may come back for a fourth, fifth, hell even a sixth ass-whooping.

I came to the FWF to show the world what God's Gift to Humanity can do in the square circle. The FWF title is my main goal, but seeing as how I'm out of that race for the time being, it looks as if I'll just have to prove my wrestling pedigree against Fenix.

It's not that I don't want to beat the crap out of him again, hell I enjoy it. I deserve to be in that 6 man ladder match. I thrive under extreme adversity. The only reason I'm not in the match is because George Rush pinned somebody who I'd already destroyed with Down Under. But I guess that doesn't really matter at the moment. The FWF title is something I'll have to re-focus on after Reborn.
After I DESTROY Fenix.

After next Sunday David Fenix will experience The Thunder from Down Under. He will see what God's Gift to Humanity can actually do in the ring. He will find out why Troy James came to the FWF.


*James throws the mic to the ground in disgust and slowly walks back to the locker room.*

[OSUGiants17]

David Fenix's music (http://www.rottentomatoes.com/dor/objects/499143/hitman/videos/hitman.html) begins to play as he walks down to the ring. When he enters the ring he grabs a mic and begins to speak.

"I don't even know where to begin. First I loose my shot at the title because of that PUNK Troy James. Then, I finally get my hands on him and he runs away like a baby. Then, something good finally happened, I was told I would finally get my match 1 on 1 vs James at Reborn. Now, let me tell you something folks, I can not WAIT to get my hands on James and whoop his candy ass up and down the street. I am not going to just beat James at Reborn, I am going to MURDER HIM!!! I am going to tear him limb from limb. When I am through with him, he might not ever be able to wrestle again. I am going to make sure that the only way James will leave Reborn is on a stretcher. I might not be able to do all this durring the match because of the rules but the second I win, I am running outside that ring and grabbing tables, ladders, chairs, trash cans, and whatever else I can find and kicking Troy's ASS!!!!!!! And after I do all that to James I will wait for the ladder match to begin so I can kick some ass in that match because, as you all saw last sunday night, they don't call me the Hitman for nothing!!!!!!!"

*The crowd goes nuts as Fenix dropps the mic and then hopps into the stands and works his way backstage highfiving fans.*

[diabsoule]

Justin Knight walks to the ring. He ignores the adoring fans who have their arms outstretched trying to slap him on the back. His head hangs down with his black hair covering his face. He eyes his way to the ring by peering through the shagginess. He climbs onto the apron and dramatically flips over the top rope landing on his feet. But there is no smile on his after that perfect dismount. He pulls the microphone out of his jeans pocket, he's in street clothes after all, and begins speaking...

"In just under two weeks at Reborn I will be in the ring with five other wrestlers fighting for the one thing I came to the FWF for: The FWF world heavyweight title. I'm standing here right now telling you that I will win that title, the title that rightfully belongs to me. Not only am I better than the rest of the guys in the locker but I have tasted what it's like to be the FWF champion in the past and I want that feeling to be permanent this time.

It's not going to be easy. I'm facing some tough competition and winning a six man match is not easy but lets look at the competition first. I'm smarter than George Rush and I'm more talented than Kevin Martel. There's two that won't make it. Samuel Carr and Bracken Bolt are both tough guys who I have a ton of respect for. Those two will be my toughest competition. That's four right there. Then I'm in there and that makes five. Who am I eliminating? There's has got to be someone I've left in the dark here? Who is it? Who could be? ......."

"Oh, that's right. The Eliminator. The guy who watched too many reruns of American Gladiators and named himself after their final event. He told me that I will be ELIMINATED! by him during the match. Sad news, Frankenstein, but you don't stand a chance against me. That leaves me and me alone. And once I stand victorious in the ring I will rightfully claim my status as the best in the FWF. I'm Justin Knight and I am better than you and at Reborn I will prove to the fans why the rest of the FWF will have to go through me to be #1."

With that being said, he drops the mic, climbs over the top rope and hops off the aprons, and strolls back to the locker room.

[The Dude Abides]

(The camera's focus backstage where Jimmy Cole is interviewing Shane Orion)

JC: I am here with "The Man That Gravity Forgot" Shane Orion!

Orion: Jerry, I am not really in the mood for our cute little game. You know, where I make you look like a bigger jackass than your hairstyle already does. I call you a different name every time, all that. I am not in anywhere near a good enough mood for that.

The reason is simple... my shot at history was ruined last week. Who was it ruined by? It damn sure wasn't my opponent because he got his ass handed to him like everyone else who steps in the ring with me. No, it was some Chuck D wannabe who was pissed he wasn't in the match. Now, he is going to ***** and moan non-stop about how he was not in the match because he is black. Now the fact of the matter is that is simple Nelson King. The fact of the matter is you were not in the match because you are not on my level. I am the pinnacle of the FWF. Nelson King is simply, one of the many, chasing after my vapor trail as I zoom by. Nelson, you whine all the time about how we are scared of you. We are scared of a "strong" black man. blah, blah, blah. Look Nelson, I am truly sorry that your people were not given their 40 acres and a mule, but you have just made yourself a powerful enemy. You have made an enemy with "FWF's Shooting Star" Nelson! After Reborn the only reason for the world to be scared of you is going to be your mangled and broken face. Because Nelson... you have crossed the wrong man and your mother will cry when she sees the beating I've given to you.

[scar988]

Camera pans in slowly to Samuel Carr sitting in his locker room chair, with a bandaged right shoulder.
Samuel Carr: Eliminator, my shoulder may be hurting, but I eliminated you on Tuesday. And this Sunday, you will not win the title at Reborn. The competition is too strong for you, between Justin Knight (who is gunning for you), Kevin Martel (who is a damn good wrestler), Bracken Bolt, (who is a high flyer), George rush (The wildcard winner), and myself, the future Champion. No one in the match wants this title as much as I do. Not one single person. I want the belt; I want the title, more than anyone in this match. And I don’t care how many of these kids I have to demolish in order to take you out one on one. Because it will happen. Right before I win the title, I will hit the Scar Tissue on you off of a ladder. Then I will climb my tired ass up there, and claim the title that is rightfully mine. The rest of you should stay away from ringside, otherwise you will be Scar’d 4 LIFE!

[Shane P. Hallam]

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*The Eliminators music blasts out over the arena as the video above is shown. The Eliminator comes out as silver pyros shoot out from the stage. He slowly walks down the aisle and goes into the ring where a microphone is handed to him. The lights come up and the crowd is left booing The Eliminator*

The Eliminator: On Tuesday, Samuel Carr thought he could get the best of me by sneaking around behind me. He thought that by blindsiding me, that he has eliminated me. You have NOT! You never pinned me. You have not, you WILL NOT beat me in your lifetime. Fortunately, that lifetime is about to come to an end for you. This week at Reborn, I will get my revenge Carr. You can't hide from me. You can't come up behind me. You will deal with me face to face only to have your life as you know it be destroyed. If you end up in the hospital after that match, so be it. Perhaps you will be breathing your very last breath and never wrestle again. If you really think that you will come away with the FWF World Title at the Pay per view, you are completely delusional, you CANNOT STOP ME! NO ONE CAN STOP ME!

*The Eliminator calms himself down as the crowd boos and begins to chant for Scar. The Eliminator paces around the ring a bit*

As for the rest of you in this match, you have no idea what I am capable of. You have no idea what you are in for. There is nothing you can do to win that ladder match. I outmatch every single one of you in height. I outmatch every single one of you in strength. I outmatch every single one of you in power. I have to climb up two rungs on a ladder to reach that title. There is no stopping me. Rush, Martel, Bolt, Carr, and Knight, you have no idea what you are getting into. If any of you want to forfeit now and not be in the match, you probably should. If any of you do not want to feel the most intense pain that can ever be felt by a human being, then you probably should leave now and save yourselves the pain and torment of being losers. Come next week, I WILL have that belt around my waist. And all you? You will just be ELIMINATED

*The Eliminator's music hits again as he lifts his arms, as if in victory, and beings to walk out of the ring and back into the locker room*

[UKfan]

George Rush is sitting in his locker room watching tapes of other wrestlers as he prepares for the PPV. An interviewer approaches.

Interviewer: "Hi George, do you have a minute to talk about the championship match at the PPV?"
George Rush: "Oh I see how it is, you want to talk to me now that I have taken my rightful place in the main event? All I want to say is, it's time for The Dark Destroyer to climb the mountain, even if I have to make everyone suffer a Rush Of Blood To The Head, the time for talking is over, the time for action is now"

The camera focuses on the tapes George is watching, it shows him dropping David Fenix with the Rush Of Blood To The Head, the camera turns back to George, he nods his head quietly, and a small smile breaks out across his face as the camera fades to black

[fenikz]

**Camera pans to Ms. Victoria Winston-Rutherford who is berating Havok after his loss**

Ms. Victoria Winston-Rutherford: What in the hell was that? Do you call that wrestling? You had every opportunity to close that match out what were you thinking? Oh thats right you don't think you're just a mindless mute bastard!! Jesus how am I supposed to work with you?! **takes a deep breath and calms down a bit** Well what do you want to do now?

**Havok stands up kicks his chair towards the wall, claps his hands two times the disco ball drops the music starts playing and starts to dance**

Ms. Victoria Winston-Rutherford: aggrgrhhh screw this I'm out of here!!

[Tampa 2 4 life]

Timothy Grayson runs out wearing an Angry face T-Shirt. He snatches the mic and starts yelling

AS YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW, MR GRAYSON IS INDUBETABLY UPSET WITH THIS HORSECRAP. HAVOK COST ME A SHOT AT THE TITLE, AND WHEN I MASSACRE HIM AND SOME OTHER GUY AT REBORN, I WILL FULFILL THESE TWO PROMISES:

FIRST, EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT AVAILABLE TO WIN THE BELT, AT REBORN, IT WILL BE IN MY POSSESION. WHETHER IT BE BY BEATING SCARED, CRABLOVER, MASKED CRABLOVER, PINKBOLT, PINK KNIGHT, OR RUSH OF LOSER, I WILL HAVE FWF GOLD.

SECONDLY, STARTING ON SUNDAY, HAVOK WILL NOT ENTER A FWF RING WITHOUT GETTING THE CRAP BEATEN OUT OF HER FOR A WHOLE MONTH. PERIOD.

PEACE OUT Y'ALL.

[bored of education]

Bricks Mason walks across scaffolding carrying 3 40 lb bags of quickrete on each shoulder showing of not only his amazing strength but his briliant balance. He drops the bags upon the roof and takes a looks down upon the camera

These people will never learn will they

Bricks Mason climbs down the scaffolding and approaches the camera

SO it seems not only do these so called wrestlers think they can hold me back, but FWF thinks they can hold me down as well. WELL all these silver spoon sucking psychophants have something else comming to them. Shane Orion is just your typical show oat who doesn't understand what it means to be a hard working man. One day he may learn and thing or two but that will come after our match. Now we have Nelson King, well he already has ****** me over 2 times and retribution might be a *****, but I am not here to talk ****. I am her to get the job done. My job is to win this belt. I dont focus on the words and actions of the clowns that will be stepping in the wring with me I focus on the task at hand. Building public schools, city sidwalks, your chimney or the foundation for your home. But the only task I am worried about right now is getting that belt. NOW GET THE **** OUT MY FACE!

[diabsoule]

There aren't any decorations in this room. Just a clean cinder block wall with the defined white lines of grout. A dull yellow bulb glows above the camera casting harsh light against the wall. Justin Knight stands defiantly in front, the burnt, harsh glow of the light defining the lines of his, making his unshaven face harsh to look at. His dark hair hangs loose over his shoulders, a look of determination bordering anger is etched across his face.

So, tomorrow is it. Tomorrow marks the day. Reborn. Six men in the ring in a ladder match, winner take all match. The FWF world championship hangs on the line. It's going to take the very best to claim that title, which I know I am.

What everyone doesn't know is that this is the moment that's meant most to me. My goal when signing with the FWF was to be the world champ and I plan on coming out of tomorrow's match with that title in my hand. I've been in ladder matches before. I've had my body draped over them, been Irish-whipped into them. I've been cut, bloodied, bruised before. I know the pain that a ladder match can inflict. That pain that I've felt before is what I will inflict on my opponents tomorrow.

Nothing will stop me. I am intensity personified. I've trained for this moment. Pushed myself to the limits just for this moment. Tomorrow I will be a dog of war. Tomorrow, there will be pain. There will be blood. And tomorrow night at Reborn I will be the new FWF world champion.

[comahan]

* A Limo arrives outside of the arena that FWF Rebron will be taking place at. The Driver opens up the door and out steps "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling", "The Personification of Sophistication" Keven Martel. Jimmy Cole rushes up to him, asking where he has been. Martel snatches the mic from him and pushes him away. *

I know that you have all noticed my absence as of late - me being such an important person and all - but let me tell you, I was treating my recent downtime with the utmost seriousness, doing all I can to prepare for the Ladder Match later tonight.

* Four Women get out of the limo and join Martel, mentioning how nice their time with him in Paris was. *

Okay, you caught me.

The fact of the matter is this - I don't have to prepare. I don't have to take this seriously. I am so ridiculously higher up on the food chain than anyone else in this federation that I can take a 10 day trip to Paris with the finest women in the world, and not have to worry about my match whatsoever. Not one bit. There's a damn fine reason why I call myself the Champ - its because I'm the best. Its because I am THE GREATEST PERFORMER THIS INDUSTRY HAS EVER SEEN. People like me do NOT lose to people like... Bolt. Or Scar. Or Knight. Or either of the other 2 goons.

The People that I am forced into matches with on a weekly basis - the five I'm wrestling tonight in particular - are an utter disgrace to this business. I mean just look around. Look at the Talent here in the Fantasy Wrestling Federation. Do you REALLY see five other guys who belong in the same ring as me? Do you REALLY mean to tell me that five other guys, who on their BEST DAY, couldn't carry my jockstrap, are getting the same opportunity as me? I took care of my business to get here by downing that pathetic waste known as Rayner. And that gets me here. To this area. Tonight. The time has officially come. Now I can officially prove that I am, without a shadow of a doubt - an icon. That I am, without a shadow of a doubt - a legend. UNMISTAKABLY - The best. EVER. And I get to prove that tonight against five other men.

I am the measuring stick to which every single person in the Fantasy Wrestling Federation strives to reach, but falls short. I am the epitome of Class in a world that quite simply doesnt have much of that these days. I am the past, present, and future of this business. And tonight... that DOES. NOT. CHANGE.

The Title's coming home to where it belongs. And it does so, tonight.

* The ladies take Martel's arm, and they walk with him into the arena as he mentions what kind of champagne he has waiting for them in his locker room. *

[HChu]

*The Big Blue Machine enters the ring to Yakety Sax*

Tonight, I finally get my chance to put boots to that pile of Irish turd Mickey Finnegan. No disqualification favors me obviously because Finnegan lacks the balls to use any weapons lest he damage his babyface. I am going to use that to my advantage when I use a barrage of chairs, stairs. and tables to rebirth Mickey from Brad Pitt to Robert Z'Dar.

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The man cannot even use his own language correctly! What the hell is a puff? I assume he's trying to call me a poof, but I guess that's what his second grade education will do. So tonight on FWF Reborn look for this guy with two thumbs to come out on top victorious!

*The Big Blue Machine tears off his tanktop and jorts and throws them into the adoring crowd, and does a jig on his way out*

[The Dude Abides]

(The camera's focus backstage where Jimmy Cole is interviewing Shane Orion)

JC: I am here with "The Man That Gravity Forgot" Shane Orion! Shane how does it feel to be so close to the Intercontinental title and lose?

Orion: Jenny.

JC: It's Jimmy.........

Orion: Jillian, I lost fair and square. Even though I was the one who put on the show. I was the one who excited the fans. I brought an arena to their feet. But, that is the problem. I have no doubt in my mind that I am good enough to beat Nelson King and Bricks Mason. The fact that I know this and can DEMONSTRABLY prove it is my downfall. I want to pummel these men and put on a show in the process. However, what do the FWF fans respond to the most Janice?

JC: Well, I'd say...

Orion: It's winning... they want winners. They love to see me flip around the ring. They love to see me OUTCLASS my opponents. They love "FWF's Shooting Star". However, what do the fans and I really want most............. validation. A victory would validate exactly everything that my matches have always shown. Nobody, and I mean nobody can hang with me. But, none of my matches have ended with the best man getting his hand raised. They've ended with my inferior opponents getting a win. And Jordy.......... all that is about to change. Nelson King is going to be the first to walk into this buzzsaw. He'll be the first victim. He already had a taste of my skills at Reborn. And he doesn't, nor should he, want to step in the ring with me. Not only am I going to physically outclass him, mentally outclass him, and technically outclass him. I am going to beat him soundly. He will be the first victim of the rejuvenated and reinvigorated Shane Orion. Because just like FWF, on December 14, I was Reborn.


(Shane Orion walks out looking intensely focused)


JC: Those are strong words, and on Tueday we'll see if Shane Orion can back those claims up.

[Caddy]

Troy James Theme (http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=HwS3hdGfrB8&feature=related) begins to play as he walks down to the ring. A look of frustration adorns his face.

Reborn. I absolutely destroyed David Fenix. But then again that wasn't really a big shock was it? Fenix was a chump, but at least he gave me the chance to show what I can do in the big leagues.

I came away from Reborn with my maiden Pay-Per-View victory and a sense of accomplishment knowing that the GM would have seen my potential and given me the title shot I deserved. Now I didn't get a shot at the FWF title, but I was granted a shot at the Intercontinental Title. Not exactly the belt I had envisaged on myself when I first arrived in the USA, but it is a decent start.

I faced Bricks Mason the tuesday after the Pay-Per-View and dominated for the vast majority of the match. I don't even think Bricks himself would deny that. I nailed Australiana once, and had I been able to nail it again, I would have been the new Intercontinental Champion. If Havok hadn't have interrupted I would be the Champion. Not Bricks. Me. Troy James. THE Australian Sensation.

I deserve to be the Champ but had my efforts thwarted. It will not happen again.

Next Tuesday I will defeat Samuel Carr, The Big Blue Machine and Mike Rayner. I will prove yet again that I am God's Gift To Humanity and the world of Wrestling.

I've sniffed title gold once. You can bet your ass that the next chance I get will be the only one that I need.

The Thunder from Down Under will not leave you disappointed. You all might be from an inferior country to me, but that doesn't mean you can't share in my lengthy title run. Once I get my hands on the gold, you will all finally be given the privilege of having the FWF led by a true Champion.

An Australian Champion.

The World Champion.

Troy James Theme (http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=HwS3hdGfrB8&feature=related) plays and he exits the stadium being booed the whole time.

[Shane P. Hallam]

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*The Eliminator's music hits all over the arena and the video above plays on the big screen. The Eliminator walks out through white mist and walks down the aisle toward the ring. The FWF Championship title hangs off of his shoulder. As The Eliminator steps into the ring, white pyros shoot up out of the turnbuckles and The Eliminator begins to speak*

The Eliminator: On Sunday, I proved that there is no one in this whole federation who can stand up to me. I proved that I am the most incredible talent in the world today. I proved that I can utterly dominate anyone who dares step into the ring with me. And finally, I proved that I AM THE CHAMPION! The other fives competitors in that ladder match barely touched me. They all wanted to jump off ladders, made the crowd so excited for the match and made the crowd take all the pictures their heart desired, but the other fives forgot one thing. All that mattered on Monday. All that matters today is who holds this belt in their hands. That person is me. You all experienced my wrath and power, and you all have seen my domination begin.

Then last night, more proof came out that no one deserves a shot at my title. George Rush wanted to prove himself. He did. He proved himself not able to hold a candle to this title. He lost our match and showed that he is not able to compete at an ultimate level. Samuel Carr showed himself with both these matches. He showed that he cannot close the deal. He does not even compare to the power I have exerted. He will not and should not get a shot at this FWF gold. The title is where it belongs and where it will stay. I wouldn't expect this to ever leave my side. If fans of the FWF want to see every opponent who steps into the ring with me get crushed under the glove, then they should continue coming to shows and watching matches. If you do not, then it is time to move on from the FWF because I will be the ONLY wrestler to hold this title EVER.

[scar988]

Samuel Carr: Eliminator, I deserve that title. I not only stood up to you, but I took you down. and the most incredible talent? I didn't know being a giant goon was talent. Real talent lies in me. Experience, and knowledge, are the main bulwarks of wrestling talent. Two things you don't have. Congrats on winning the championship in the ladder match, but how does it feel to be a marked man? Knowing everyone is gunning for you, especially me. And saying I didn't want the title? I've been the one who is the most hungry for it, and that's not going to change until I have that belt. but no one deserves a shot? That's just some bull that you are trying to spew. I can't close the deal? did it not take 2 ladder shots to take me out when the others only needed 2? did I not make your team lose that tag team match with a Scar Tissue?! So I don't have your power, I have speed, I have wit, and most of all, I have the hard core drive that you lack. You want to prove that you will be the only champion? I challenge you to be a fighting champion in this organization. I challenge you to take on all challengers, starting with me. I want you, one on one, in a match, a single no stipulations other than winner gets the title match. Are you game? or are you a cowardly champion, who once you win the gold you never defend it?

[diabsoule]

Backstage. Justin Knight is in his ring attire, warmed up. He stands outside of his dressing room, in the hallway.

"Well, well, well... George Rush... You've made it a point to pick on the best. I admit, you caught me while I was distracted. My attention has always been on the FWF title ever since I came into the FWF. You weren't even a thought, much less an afterthought, in my head. Well, you've got my full attention now. I didn't even know you were in the FWF until you decided to make a name for yourself by picking on the best this company has to offer. And let me tell you what. That was a mistake.

See, you walk around here demanding respect. What you don't seem to realize is that respect is earned and respect from me isn't earned that easily. I don't care about your past. I could care less. All I care about is the future and my future involves me being the FWF champion. Something you helped take away from at Reborn.

You've talked about how jail has changed you. How it made you a different man. Well, when I'm done with you no one will recognize you. This will be the first and last time you mess with the best. You're about to witness what a Rush of Blood to the Head is all about when I put you in the Fade to Black. You're going to witness brutality on a scale you've never imagined when you step in the ring with me Tuesday. My focus is on the FWF championship and now I have to take time to deal with you? You've become an albatross around my neck and I plan get rid of this obstacle so I can turn my attention back to becoming the FWF champion.

Good luck on Tuesday. You're going to need it."

[Tampa 2 4 life]

Timothy Graysn is standing in an empty swimming pool. He has a microphone and a crowd of people around, he starts screaming, yelling, and talking to the camera

SO THAT DIRTY CANUCK WITH CRABS HAS A LITTLE GIRL CHIN AND WEARS PIGTAILS. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?

Random Fan asks why Grayson is yelling.
Timothy Grayson has knocked the fan the hell out.

THATS WHY.

KEVIN MARTEL THINKS HES SO SPECIAL WITH HIS FANCY PANTS UNDERWEAR AND SHOWERED BODY AND SUCH. I THINK THAT A FWF WRESTLER SHOULD REFLECT THE PEOPLE, NOT AN ELITE PANSY MONEYGRUBBING POPSICLE POOPER.

ALSO, BRACKEN BOLT IS A DOUCHE.

PEACE OUT Y'ALL.

Grayson gets in an armoured vehicle and starts running over things.

[scar988]

Samuel Carr: I get a title shot. A well deserved one at that. Thank you Commissioner Gordon. I am hungry, and Eliminator, you are going to get defeated, and I will be the Champion. Be prepared. Be ready. I'm coming for your title. I'm gonna take it from you, and I'm going to wear it proud as the true Champion in the FWF.

[Caddy]

Troy James Interview

Interviewer: How did it feel to team with The Eliminator and Mickey Finnegan last Tuesday night Troy?

James: It felt really good. We worked well together and got the win. But then again, we didn't really face strong opposition. A 'Down Under' followed by an 'Elimination' and we had the victory.

Interviewer: So I take it you think you played a pretty big part in the win?

James: Damn straight I do. The Eliminator is the Champ, but he couldn't get the win without me distracting two of the three opponents. Without me he would have been high and dry.

Interviewer: You are teaming with Havok this week. How do you think that will work?

James: To be honest it shouldn't be a problem. Havok knows his place. I'm the blue chip member of the team and he should just stand back and watch me do my thing. If he gets in my way I'll just beat him down like I did last time he was in a match with me.

Interviewer: And your opponents?

James: Mike Rayner is nothing. The guy has done absolutely squat since the FWF started and I expect that streak to continue. David Fenix? don't even get me started. I beat him once, twice, three times, a million times, it doesn't matter. The guy has nothing on me. Never has and never will. Maybe this time he learns when to just give up against me.

Interviewer: Thanks Troy.

James: No worries champ. It's my pleasure to give the people what they want to see; The Thunder From Down Under, God's Gift to Humanity, The Australian Sensation.... Troy. James.

[diabsoule]

Justin Knight stands on the entrance ramp with a microphone in his hand. He is dressed in street clothes, hair unkept, five o'clock shadow very prominent. He looks very perturbed and his speech matches his look.

So, last week I was supposed to have a match with George Rush, the one guy who I feel has become a road block in my path to the FWF championship. Right as we square off we're interrupted by this clown, Timothy Grayson. Now, I have to face both in of these guys. Not just George Rush who deserves all of my attention but this sideshow act Timothy Grayson who has no idea what he's doing in the FWF.

Well, Grayson, listen up. You're about to step into the ring with two juggernauts. You better knock off that ****-eating grin on your face and get serious because you're going to be stepping into the ring with two warriors. I plan on knocking you senseless and sending you back to the circus where you came from.

Rush, if you want to get a piece of this annoyance called Timothy Grayson before we throw down then be my guest but don't think I forgot about you. What I said last time stands. You'll witness brutality you've yet to see from me. I plan on taking out these distractions once and for all. My goal is to win the FWF Championship and nothing will stand in my way to achieve it. Not George Rush and definitely not some lunatic parading around pretending he's a wrestler.

[The Dude Abides]

(The camera's focus backstage where Jimmy Cole is interviewing Shane Orion)

JC: I am here with "The Man That Gravity Forgot" Shane Orion. Shane, You are currently the Number 1 Contender for the Intercontinental Title.

Orion: You are absolutely correct Jordy. I am the number one contender. However, that is only a temporary designation. Bricks Mason can only dream of beating me. The facts are quite obvious, the only time Bricks Mason stepped into the ring with me I whipped his ass all over the ring. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING he can do to stop that from happening again.

JC: Well Shane, what do you think about Nelson King? After all, both of your victories came under..........questionable circumstances.

Orion: Jaime, I thought you knew t ask better questions than that. Seriously, Nelson King? Nelson King? What has he ever proved except that he's a whiny ass punk. He whines constantly about how we hold him back. We're just scared of the black man. Well, last time I checked, Bricks Mason was a black man and you have consistently gotten your ass beat by him. You know what? Rod can do whatever he pleases. i have a feeling that he''ll crumble like the spineless jackass he is and give King yet another shot. And as much as that BS decision will anger me, It'll just give me another shot to prove my superiority. i think we have all figured out that I am better than Nelson Kng. We also know that I am superior to Bricks Mason. n fact, lets just put this all to bed right now. There is nobody in the FWF that is at my level. I am athletically superior, more technically, and I am one charming son of a *****. Am I right Jeremy?

JC:Well, maybe................ but my name is Jimmy

Orion: First of all........... nobody cares. Second of all, MAYBE? MAYBE? Your questionable ability to judge character aside, all of what I just said is true. I know it, the fans know it, and in their heart of hearts... no matter how much they fight it...the entire locker room knows it. Nelson King and Bricks Mason are going to be nothing but footnotes in my career. They are simply stepping stones to my ascension to greatness. Nelson King and Bricks Mason are simply...........in the way.

[UKfan]

George Rush is knocking on the door of the Commish's office, but no one is answering the call.

George Rush: "Alright Gordon, I see how it is, you don't want to speak to me as you think I'm beneath you, that's it isn't it, always trying to keep me down. I force my way into title bout, I bust open Martel but I don't win, it happens, I did my thing and even the ignorant fools in the stands can see what I am all about and know they are witnessing a man amongst boys."

"So you put me in a match with that guy Knight, he's a legend around these parts, I know my history, and I know that beating him will get me closer to the title, so I got no beef with that. But then you go to show just how incompetent you are and how you pander to these neanderthals in the audience by not only allowing some ******** scrub to interfere with greatness in me and Knight, but you then reward his interference with a sanctioned match, no Rod, that just doesn't sit well with The Dark Destroyer"

"Nevertheless, since you quite clearly don't want to protect your best asset in the company Gordon, I'll just take things into my own hands. Grayson, you're all mine, I'm gonna put a hurting on you like you wouldn't believe. You will be suffering a Rush Of Blood To The Head, although your that ******* stupid I doubt you would notice anyway. Knight, just stay out of my way, our time will come."