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[TKOW Board]

Saturday May 27th, 2006

Live from the Rose Garden, Portland, Oregon.


Last Man Standing
Soulfly vs Ghalleon


Television Title Match
Triple Threat Match
Carpenter vs Bob Lancelot vs Cypher


Big Business vs Outer Force


Salazar Tyrenus vs Matt Griffen


Tobias Burden vs Aaron Mc


Jason Blade vs Bryant McCoy

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Remember the RP rules. The first promo via PM is due the 22nd. The response promo and On-the-Spot promo deadline is the 25th. Segments and votes are due the 26th. Tag Match RP's should be done AS TEAM PROMOS. ONE CLOSED FLASH PROMO FROM EACH TEAM before the first deadline, ONE followup promo FROM EACH TEAM before the second deadline.

[Isnear]

The room had finally begun to grow cold to him now. Deep down, maybe he thought he could bring his father back. If only he would just keep coming back to this room, and talking into space. Maybe...just maybe, his father would hear him.

Bryant: I'm starting to make a name for myself, Dad. You'd be proud to see it. Heavyweight championships, tag team championships. I've done it all, already. And you'd be happy to know I'm actually starting to finally apply to some of the big names in wrestling now...

These moments were the only times Bryant ever felt vulnerable. To everyone else, he seemed cocky and always seemed to make jokes of everything. They'd be surprised to hear him talk this way now. Suddenly a draft began to blow at the back of Bryant's neck. He turned his head to see his girlfriend, Stacy standing in the doorway.

Stacy: Hey...I know you don't like to be bothered up here, but...

Bryant: No. No, its fine, Stace. Something wrong?

Stacy: Nothing wrong, really. I have good news though. I just got a phone call from TKOW. They liked your application. You're in!

Stacy giggled and jumped in her usual cute excited way. Bryant had been accepted to a place now that he believed could carry his career to a new level. He closed his eyes and began to smile

Stacy: And there's more! You have a match on the next show!

Bryant: Already? Wow, I'm impressed with these guys. Who's it against?

Stacy: Some guy by the name of Jason Blade?

Bryant: I see. Well get as much info as you can on the guy. And let me know

Bryant turned around again, assuming Stacy was finished. He waited for a moment, but when she didn't leave, he turned back around to face her

Stacy: I actually already did a bit of digging on him. And actually nothing turned up. Nothing, other than the fact that he was supposed to be on the show last week. But..

Bryant: What do you mean "Supposed to be" on the show? How can you "supposed" to be somewhere?

Stacy: Well he actually never found the place, or something

Bryant's mouth literally fell open. For several seconds he merely stared at Stacy in disbelief. Her eyebrows raised as she shook her head to re-affirm the statement she had just made.

Bryant: You've got to be kidding me...How the blue hell do you manage that?

Stacy: The, uh, details are still kinda sketchy. But the best I can tell, he just, got bad directions or something?

Bryant: *Sighs* Did you bring the camera by any chance?

Stacy: Yeah, sure, why?

Bryant: Set it up. I want to send a little video message to my opponent this week

Stacy quickly disappeared into the other room for a moment. When she returned, she carried with her a small video camera and a tri-pod. She set them both up, and turned it to face Bryant resting in the chair. As she clicked on the side button, a little light lit up in front

Stacy: And we're rolling!

Bryant: Jason Blade, I must introduce myself. I am Bryant McCoy. Son of the legendary Mark McCoy. And most importantly, I will be your opponent for this next show

He stops for a moment, squinting his eyes as if a new thought had just crossed his mind

Bryant: Actually, I should say that you will be my very first opponent here in TKOW. Well, that is, assuming you can actually FIND the building this time.

Stacy suddenly begins to chuckle behind the camera, covering her mouth with her hand

Bryant: In case you haven't heard of me, allow me to enlighten you just a bit. I am the former XoW World Heavyweight Champion. Actually, there have only been two champions in the history of that place, of which I am naturally one of them. And before you go off saying to yourself "Well I've never heard of XoW, it must really suck," allow me to enlighten you further. XoW was recently named the 7th best federation on the globe. That comes from EWRT, the same place that brought us all the top 200 list this year. I was also a two time champion there in the tag division before it closed down. And when it finally did close, I began my search for a new home to call my own. And this...TKOW, looks like a great place to start, does it not? And let me just say, there is a time and a place for everything. Most of the time, you'll find me to be a very humorous person. But now is not the time for jokes. Not yet anyway...

I would now offer you a bit of advice, Blade. Lose those set of instructions again. Pretend you couldn't find the building. Save yourself a whole lot of grief and pain. Because come Mass Chaos, I am going to prove that not only do I deserve to be here....but that I am the best damn wrestler alive today. Just like my father was.

He suddenly stands, and approaches the camera

Bryant: If you cross me, I will make your blood flow all around the ring like Crimson Rain falling on the evening earth. This is a new dawning for TKOW, now that I'm here.

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back as if enjoying a sudden sensation on his face

Bryant: The winds of change are blowing...

[Soulfly]

-[Fade In]-

"You've fucked up Ghalleon, and this time you've REALLY fucked up"

Soulfly is sitting in the drivers seat of a Honda Accord. Only it's not your ordinary Honda Accord. The windows are gone, the door is missing, the hood is smashed, paint chipped, tires flat, roof dented in. It's been totaled. Further studying of the background suggests that he is in a junkyard, as other demolished cars can be seen lying all over the place. He has a Portland Trailblazers hat on his head, and a black Sevendust T-shirt on, along with a pair of jeans, and some Timbaland boots

"Over the past few months you been nothing more than an itch that wont go away. Jumping me from behind. Running away like a scared bitch with your tail between your legs when me and Tobias came for you and your better half. And then you ran your mouth at New Era. I went out and shut you up, costing you a shot at the world title. Or so I thought."

Fly's right hand reaches into his pocket, searching for it's contents.

"Power gave you another shot almost immediately, with this little Mad scramble for a spot in the title tournament at Megabowl. And then, you commited the biggest crime of all time. You interfered in MY world title match, and prevented me from winning the World Title. Then their was a gift from Power, to make up for his mistake in giving you another shot at the gold. He gave me a chance to break you. A chance to make you pay for your shenanigans. Tables were smashed. Bodies were broken. And I was left standing over your limp body, as you laid motionless in the rubble of a table."

Fly pulls out a lighter from his pocket. He reaches behind his ear and pulls down a joint, as he continues rambling

"I was left standing, and in a few days, the same thing will happen. I will stand over your lifeless body, celebrating victory, and relishing in the sweet joys of revenge. Over the past few months, you've done nothing to deserve a shot at the title. You've done nothing but lose, and piss me off while you do that. And now you will pay. You've broken all the rules Ghalleon. And I'm not talking about the rules of wrestling. I'm talking about the "Cannabis Commandments" set in stone by the Ganja God himself. Lets go over them, shall we?"

He pauses long enough to light the joint, and replace the lighter in his pocket

"First off, Thou shall always follow the rule of "Puff, Puff, Pass" You do not hog the blunt. If you violate this commandment, the reprecussion shall be a swift, violent asskicking..."

Much like ghalleons future at Mass Khaos. Violence will be the name of the game, and an asskicking is my gift to ghalleon.

Fly pauses to take a long drag off his joint, otherwise it would be weed abuse

"Secondly, Thou shall not commit Alcohol Abuse. This consists of spilling it, not drinking a beer fast enough and as a result it gets hot, and getting so intoxicated that you throw up on Soulflys shoes, then you get beat like you stole something."

Another pause, another puff

"Thou must treat ones bong, as if it is a gift from the Ganja God himself. It is the holiest object in the church of cannabis, anything that is consider degrading a bong, is the same as spitting in the presidents face. You'll get the fuck beat out of you."

It's puffing time!

"Thou must sodomize a new woman every day of the week."

Ghalleon disobeys this rule every single day, he doesn't know the meaning of trying out something new. ANd that makes him less than a man. He's lower than Kid Styles. And thats low.

Puffin like it's the last joint on earth

"Also, one should never steal another mans weed. That's worse than sleeping with another mans wife."

Ghalleon has not commited this heineous act yet, but since Phoenix has done it, he'll most likely try, and when he does, he'll learn how painfull a broken arm really is.

Puff the magic joint. It has special powers!

"One should always return a favor. If someone lets you take a drag off their blunt, you let them smoke on your blunt. If they offer you a shot of liqour, you offer them a shot. If they pass a chick off onto you, then you pass a chick off onto them."

When it comes to ghalleon, the reverse is true, he puts me through a table, I put him through a table. He attacks me, I attack him. He nearly destroys me in a match with a sledgehammer and chairs, come Mass Khaos I'll nearly destroy him with whatever I please.

He puffs and takes a moment to brush the ashes off on the side of the car

"One should Never think that they are better than Soulfly. Noone is. It's a known fact and it should be accepted by everyone."

Ghalleon has disobeyed this commandement with his "Advanced Human" bullshit. He would lose in a triple threat match against Clench and Jackhammer. And tap out in the process. Yet he thinks he's better than me, which is joke, and one of the cardinal sins in the church of cannabis.

The advanced knight can't puff on a joint like fly

"Everyone should accept the fact that the "Fly-aconda" dwarfs everyone elses manhood. It alone has been the cause of several catastrophic earthquakes on the west coast, and has left some women with the permanete status of being 'Damaged Goods.' It has also smacked some poor souls, and as a result, left them with permanate brain damage.

Puff Puff Away!

"Soulfly is always right. Do not argue the fact, because it is, and always will be, the truth"

P.U.F.F

"Thursday through Sunday, and Tuesday are designated party days. Not partying on these days is the equivalent of spitting in the face of Jesus or Budda. Partying on the recovery days of Monday and Wednsday, however, is deemed as acceptable"

P to the F

"When partying with Soulfly, and one brings along something to add in, it must be of the finer things. If it's a women, she better look like, or better yet BE, a pornstar. If it's drugs, it better be high quality. If it's alcohol, it better be hard liqour or massive amounts of beer"

Puff time, like you haven't figured it out already

"Titty Bars are just as holy as a church. If not, holier"

Take a puff, and think of Titties!

"Don't Fuck With Soulfly"

Or else he'll puff on his weed longer than this

"Smoke Weed Everyday"

Puffity puffity puff puff

Now, that I have finished going over the important aspects of life, I will once again address the pissant problem I've had over the past few weeks. Ghalleon, you are not cut out for this match. Everytime you've been put in a match that tests the physical durabilty of the human body, you falter. King of The Jungle, You lost. Scaffold Match against Karnij, you eneded up falling off to the ground. Forever, Cage match against Salazar, you lost. Prince of Hell. You lost to Kid Styles. And let's not forget the Ladder match at New Era, you lost to Kid Syles AGAIN. Then again, I had something to do with that, but you shouldn't have even been in that situation in the first place. But nonetheless, everytime your limits have been tested, you've lost. And their will be no excetion at Mass Khaos. I will rip you apart limb from limb. Every bone in your body will be smashed into thousands of pieces. And you WILL stay down for the ten count when it's all said and done.

Fly flicks the joint roach away, as he exits the car

This junkyard, is almost like a showcase of destruction. Each car met a cruel fate that put them down for good. Left them out for the count. Left them unable to do anything but sit here, left to rot away into nothingness. That's what your future consists for you Ghalleon. A date with a cruel heartless fate that will leave you in a mangled heap of worthless flesh and bone. Then again, you'll be lucky if you're left in a heap, and not in a coma, or better yet, dead.

He stares up at the camera, as he wraps it up

I hope you have the name of a good doctor Ghalleon, because when Mass Khaos is over, you're going to need the best money can buy, and chances are, it still wont be enough to get you back to health. Enjoy this upcoming match ghalleon. It will be your last.

-[Fade to black]-

[Harpuia]

The Sesame Street theme song starts playing the background and a modified version of the Sesame Street logo is shown.

Children: *singing* Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street!... How to get to Sesame Street! How to get to Sesame Street...

Fades in to Cypher sitting on a trash can next to Big Bird. The two are seen talking before Big Bird realizes the camera is running. Immediately he stops talking to Cypher and waves at the camera.

Big Bird: Oh... hi kids! Welcome to Sesame Street! Today we have a very special person out here to come play with us, it's pro wrestling superstar Cypher!

Cypher: Yeah, great to be here Big Turd... I mean Bird.

Big Bird turns to Cypher.

Big Bird: So Cypher, what are you doing anyway?

Cypher: Just chillin'... havin' a few drinks... listening on my iPod Amber gave me for Christmas...

Big Bird: Ooh, and who's Amber... is she your... special friend?

As he says this, he turns and his eyes go wide, as to exaggerate it for the kids.

Cypher: Yeah... I guess. Hey, speaking of Christmas... I actually have a present for you right here.

Cypher takes a present out from behind the trashcan. It's a long, rectangular present shaped as a regular gift box. He gives it to Big Bird with a childish smile but an obvious devious smirk.

Big Bird: Oh my! A present! I love presents! What is it?

Big Bird opens the present to see a hunting rifle.

Big Bird: Uh... what's this?

Cypher: It's called a hunting rifle, you use it for hunting.

Big Bird: Oh my... uh... how do you use it?

Cypher hands the hunting rifle to Big Bird, but unlike the normal way to use a hunting rifle, he turns it the other way so that the barrel is facing Big Bird.

Cypher: Well, first the barrel has to be on tight here near your face. Then you pull that little trigger there and it works like that.

Cypher shows the trigger and Big Bird pulls it. The barrel fires and a bullet hits Big Bird square in the forehead shooting blood all over.

Big Bird: Ahhh! Son of a mother fuckin'! That fuckin' hurt!

Cypher: Oops, sorry about that.

Big Bird: Gah! I need a fuckin' bandage! Too bad I left them with Oscar... uh... where is he anyway?

Cypher: Eh... he had to go to the... store... yeah...

Just as the others might be thinking though, the trash can Cypher is sitting on IS Oscar's trash can. Suddenly, knocks can be heard from the trash can. Soft at first... muffled from the trash can.

Oscar: Uh guys? I can't get out.

The knocks get harder.

Oscar: Can somebody help me?

The knocks turn to bangs.

Oscar: SOMEBODY GET ME OUTTA HERE! I CAN'T FUCKIN BREATHE!

Big Bird: *still smarting his forehead* What was that?

Cypher gets out of trash can quickly and lights a match. He puts it into the trash can and loud screams can be heard from Oscar's trash can.

Cypher: Eh... nothing, just the wind.

Cypher picks up the rifle that Big Bird dropped.

Cypher: Maybe you weren't doing it right, wanna try it again?

Big Bird: No thanks... I think I... I...

Big Bird starts getting weak and falls to the ground unconscious laying on top of Oscar's trash can. Oscar knocks again, obviously on fire, so he's insanely banging trying to get out. Cypher simply ignores the two and walks forward.

Cypher: Damn, this place is lame. Let's see what else is around here...

Cypher walks forward through the street and sees The Count. The Count is counting cobs of corn laid down on a wall, one at a time. Cypher stands a fair distance behind him and watches him for a little while.

The Count: One cob, two cob, three cob, four cob, five cobs of corn, Hahahaha! *lightning*

Cypher: What's up?

The Count turns to see Cypher behind him as Cypher walks toward him.

The Count: Oh nothing, just counting my cobs of corn. That is what I do. I count, thus I am the Count! Ahahaha!

More lightning flashes in the sky.

Cypher: O.....kay, weirdo. So anyway, if you're in the mood for counting, I have a great idea.

The Count: Ok then, I love counting!

Cypher: Ok. How many points does it take to get a field goal in football?

The Count thinks hard as he is not really quite a fan of football. Then however, he starts remembering it and starts to answer in his normal counting form.

The Count: It is 1... 2...

Just then Cypher kicks the Count so hard that he goes off the camera view and high into the sky. Cypher smirks.

Cypher: Three points! Ahahaha!

Cypher puts his hands up in the air like a referee saying "It's Good!" in football as thunder and lightning again briefly flash in the sky as he laughs with a similar style to The Count.

Cypher: Ah, stupid muppets.

He then turns to the camera.

Cypher: Bob Lancelot, Carpenter, Mass Khaos on Saturday is gonna be no Sesame Street for you two. Stand aside and be prepared to see the new face of TKOW, me, Cypher! For too long I have waited for the moment to stand on top of the TKOW ladder

Cypher stands back to stand in the middle of the street.

Cypher: Because today's Sesame Street is brought to you by the letters T...

The big letter T shows up to the right of him.

Cypher: And V...

The big letter V shows up replacing the T.

Cypher: ...for when I take the TV championship off the hands of that nut-face toothpicked clown Carpenter and leave Bob Lancelot in the dust, I will become the new TKOW TV champion!

We're also brought to you by the number 3.

The number 3 shows up where the T and V were.

Cypher: For I'll be pinning one of you two down to the ground one... two... three. And soon, soon the TKOW Television Championship in the hands of a new fresh face, worthy of holding that title. Don't you forget it, Mass Khaos, Carpenter, Bob Lancelot, your asses belong to me. What I did to these three stupid muppets is nothing compared to what I plan to do to the two dimwits that will be standing in that ring opposite of me trying to keep me from both the Television Title and my undefeated streak.

Cypher starts walking away from the camera view, stage right.

Cypher: This show's over. Don't forget kiddies, eat your vegetables, or you might turn into one of the losers I get to beat down next.

Cypher is now away completely from camera view as the theme song of Sesame Street plays again in the background to the end of the scene.

Children: *singing* Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street!... How to get to Sesame Street! How to get to Sesame Street...

The scene ends.

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is walking backstage with a big grin on his face, he walks down an empty corridor towards his locker room, thats right - Bob Lancelot now has his own locker room - no more sharing with the sweaty low lifes of TKOW who aren't even good enough to have their own locker room. Bob opens the door of the locker room and walks in, he switches on the television and changes the channel - nothing is on as usual so he sits down on the sofa and stares at the wall. It is white. Oh and has a small crack down the middle of it, bad workmanship was probably the cause.
Bob looks up at the clock, 3:05pm and 32 seconds.....33.....34.......35....
Man Bob has such great news, he wants to tell everybody this amazing piece of information....but there is nobody around to tell....36.....37...38....Bob scratches his head and then looks back at the clock......39......40.......he stands up from the sofa and walks over to the mini-fridge and takes a soda out, pops the lid and takes a swig from the can.....59....60.....1.....2.....3..... God dammit, the time was going so slowly......the days had gotten so boring lately, since Claire had been injured Bob'd only had sex four times....albeit with four different girls.....but that wasn't the point....the days were getting boring! There is only so many times a guy can go to the gym before it starts to bore him, and besides, Bob had been resting his wounds since basically the TLC match....one week on, one week off....Bob was begining to think he worked on an oil ring...not as a proffessional wrestler......20...21.....22.....Bob sat back down on the sofa....it had been six weeks since he had seen Claire....damn Carpenter had banged her up good, tossing her through a flaming table from a ten foot ladder ain't no good for a girl. Claire had been in hostpital with major concussion for five of those six weeks...and then last week, she was at the arena for Mass Khaos whilst Bob had to be in the TV studios to film a segment....and guess what, Claire wasn't even on the show! Bob looks at the wall once more then roots in his pocket for his cell phone, he looks at the clock on the front of it 3:07pm, man time really was going slow, Bob shakes his head and then flips his cell phone and dials Claire's number.

Claire: Hello?

Bob: Hey honey, how you doin?

Claire: Bob! Wherv'e you been?

Bob: Well I was in hostpital after TLC....and then when I got out I went into Brutality Cage....and then straight back to hostpital for a week.....so how are you feeling?

Claire: My head still hurts a litte...but i'm fine.....so...did you?

Bob: Yes I fucking lost! Alright, I wasn't good enough, you didn't fucking help either did you? And Schnitzel.....damn, he made things even worse....and what the fuck where all those other guys out there for?!

Claire: I'm sorry....its not like Carpenter gets turned on by my breasts anyway....I think he likes other stuff....like animals or corpses...eww.

Bob: Anyway...thats not the point, fact of the matter is, I have a rematch!

Claire: What!?! A rematch?! You'll get slaughtered!

Lancelot: Thats what you think....but little do you know, I've changed Claire. I'm not me anymore, I mean I am me, but I'm not. I'm more extreme now, I'm more hardcore! TLC changed me, Brutality Cage changed me. I came out of these matches stronger than ever, I learned that hardcore isn't about the weapons, its in the mind.

Claire: Ok....

Lancelot: Thats right, i'm in the right mental state now. I can beat Carpenter, especially since I don't even have to pin that freak to win the match.....because its a triple threat match!

Claire: And the other participant is Cody right?

Lancelot: So you would think, but you think wrong! See, Claire, a lot has changed in the six weeks you have been absent, Cody has retired, and a new boy is in town. You heard me right, Cypher is here!

Claire: Cypher? Does he think he is a Pokemon or something?

Lancelot: I don't know....thats not important at the moment, because what is important is this......Cypher lacks the experience, Cypher lacks the charisma, Cypher lacks the skill and Cypher lacks the brutality.....Cypher lacks the mind of The Hardcore Superstar....I'll tell you this Claire, if there is one weak chain in this match, it is Cypher, besides he has Eric "Chief" Mitchell on his ass!

Claire: Chief!?! As in SCW Chief? As in Top 200 of 2005's second place Chief?!

Lancelot: Yup, the one and only. A lot has changed in the six weeks you've been gone. Oh and Carpenter isn't exactly in the best frame of mind for this match either...

Claire: Does Carpenter have a best state of mind?

Lancelot: Well yeah....the one that kicked the shit out of me.....but anyway.....whilst you have been gone, Carpenter has been lets say....a bit more coo-coo than normal.....can anybody say Elmo?

Claire: Elmo!?! Seasame Street's little red furball? SCW's very own Muppet?

Lancelot: Yup, Carpenter has been walking away from matches to dress up as the little guy.....can you believe it, how the hell can that big gay monster fit into that little gay monster's costume?!

Claire: Beats me...

Lancelot: But that isn't important....what is important is the fact that I can win this match! I can win back MY Television Title......"The Hardcore Superstar" Bob Lancelot 2x TKOW Television Champion.....has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Claire: Sounds better than.... "The Hardcore Superstar" Bob Lancelot 1x TKOW Television Champion....thats for sure!

Bob: So.....enough about me.....lets talk about you.......I saw the promo...you know the one with the pole.....you know, with The White Stripes....I just don't know what to do.....and the um Weapons...

Claire: Yeah...You like it?

Bob: Yeah! I loved it....its just it said you were coming back next week.....and that was two weeks ago......so that begs the question "Where the hell were you?!"

Claire: Well.....I turned up for the show.....and you'll never guess what they said to me! They told me that there was only room on the show for one blonde haired, blue eyed, big boob'd girl......and I wasn't it!

Bob: Huh? Blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs and I havent slep..um.... seen them? The girls I mean...the girls! I haven't seen the girls, not the boobs! The girls.....!

Claire: Ok.....anyway, there obviously was room for more than one blonde haired, blue eyed, big boob'd girl on the show.....because there were two of them! They favoured The Harrison Sisters over me! They let those bimbo's on Mass Khaos whilst I had to go back to the hotel room! How dare they leave Claire Matthews off the show, I baught a new bra and everything for the show, what have the Harrison's got that I haven't? I'm far prettier than either of them, and trust me, i'm definately going to give them a piece of my mind at Mass Khaos.

Bob: Great! Just don't go getting beaten up.....

Claire: Don't worry, I won't, I will settle this like a lady.

Bob: Good... Now I've gotto go, my battery is low. Love you bye.

Claire: Love ya, see you at the show.

[Aaron]

Jessica Spears is doin' her thing as usual. No, not lying on her back with her legs spread for Random Guy #3362. It's a nice, sunnty, breezy day, and she's out on location for a thrilling exclusive interview. It's not really clear where "on location" is, but it seems to be a parking lot. So it could be anywhere really. But it doesn't matter, does it?

Jessica-Hello TKOW fans! I'm here on location....

She obviously has no idea where she is either...not that that's unusual.

Jessica-...with another great exclusive interview! Today, I'll be talking to someone who we haven't heard from for a while...it's....

Mysterious booming voice-JEEEEESSICAAAAAA!

Following the voice, Aaron Mc leaps into the camera view, wearing a green Less Than Jake shirt, pink and black Adios, thin purple shades and his usual black three-quarter jeans. He's also sucking a lollipop.

Jessica-Hi Aaron!

He takes the lollipop out of his mouth and removes his shades.

Aaron-Yo. Miss me?

Jessica grins.

Jessica-Not really! You always made fun of me! I missed you though! I'm glad you're back!

Hang on...er...actually, nevermind. This is Jessica Spears.

Aaron-Of course you did! And it's good to be back. TKOW! Mass Khaos! All this other fun stuff!

He takes a quick suck on the lollipop. Tasty!

Aaron-So...first match back, and who am I against? Mr. Violent Reaction, Davey Havoc!

Jessica-Uh...that's Tobias Burden.

Aaron looks confused.

Aaron-Is that different?

Jessica grins widely.

Jessica-Yep! Totally different people!

Aaron-Oh...er...right. Well first match back, and I'm against the other Mr. Violent Reaction, Tobias Burden. One half of one of the biggest, baddest tag teams ever in this company...and from the looks of things, the one with the longest shelf life. What happened to the other one?

Jessica opens her mouth to reply, but Aaron shakes hies head and makes a swatting motion with his right hand.

Aaron-Nevermind that. So it looks like Bore-den is one of the top title contenders in TKOW right now...in this great big title picture of fun for Megabowl. That means the management is throwing me right in with one of the major players. They could have put me against Big Black Mann or as part of the long-anticipated return of William Wallstreet, but no...it's me versus a World title contender. Why do you think that is, Jessica?

Jessica just grins back blankly. Aaron takes another lollipop suck, and nods thoughtfully.

Aaron-You could be onto something there. So someone either thought "Hey, this fool's come back again, let's feed him to Burden"...or they thought..."Hey, Aaron's back again, let's put him against one of the current best and see how he's gonna do." Number one is more likely, but I like telling myself it's number two.

Jessica-So are you confident about the match?

Aaron gives a thoughtful look for a few seconds.

Aaron-Not sure really. I mean...I haven't wrestled a match in months, and Burden's been beating all these high-profile guys. Whatever really...Burden needs to win so he still looks like a threat to Phoenix, and I really wanna win just so I look really cool on the big return. And I don't really know how the fans are gonna react to me, what with all the ship-jumpin' business from a few months ago. Whatever happens, it's cool to be back and I hope everything goes cool at Mass Khaos.

Jessica gasps.

Jessica-You jumped off a ship? Did you get wet?

Aaron keeps opening his mouth to reply, but Jessica keeps spewing senseless junk. He sighs, before sliding his shades back on, and putting the lollipop back in his mouth. He walks away, hands in pockets as Jessica continues shouting dumb questions at him.

Jessica-Pirates! Were there pirates?!

[Tobias Burden]

[Scene fades in from black]

Our scene is that of a Burger King, a fast food restuarant for the ages, children run about screaming and shouting, parents try in vain to keep their ones in line, the smell of greasy food and greasier employees is plainly apparent to anybody that has walked through the door in the past ten minutes... those same employees can be heard shouting off instructions in the back room while the evening rush comes in, a strange cacaphony of English, Spanish and maybe, just maybe, some Mandarin all blend together, creating noise pollution which must be seen to be believed...

The camera pans across the fast food joint, various faces rush by, some laughing, others stern, finally we settle on a booth, one which could seat four, but only one occupant is seated in it, he's clad in a pair of orange UFO's, black hiking boots and a black hoody, the hood is drawn up to cover his face, as though he wished not to be noticed by anyone else, despite that obvious inclination, the camera regardless draws ever closer to him and slides onto the seat opposite the figure, who doesn't greet the camera but remains with a cell phone previously unnoticed, pressed to his ear...

A few moments of awkward silence pass until the figure looks upwards with a sigh, buried under an arm which was streamlined across the table we see a parchment of paper with a number written on it, noticing the camera for the first time, he grabs the parchment and crumples it up, then stuffs it in his pocket, the camera pans up to meet the figures' face once again to find the slight glare of grey-green eyes, eyes which belong to one Tobias 'The Heartless' Burden... we hear the faint murmer of a voice on the other side of the line and with a second sigh Tobias flips the phone shut...

Tobias: "Fucking answering machine..."

He sets the phone at the far side of the table, then proceeds to take an MP3 player, headphones and his wallet out of his hoody pocket and set it on the table as well, just beside his food tray, where the remnants of a big whopper and fries remain but a memory.

He grabs the hem of his hoody and lifts it overhead to reveal a white t-shirt with orange trim, the image of a bloody hole prevails across the front left breat of the shirt while the words 'Kill... Maim... Win...: HEARTLESS' cover the rest of the front of the shirt.

Tobias: "... So, with that phone call over and done with, I'm here to discuss with you now my thoughts on my match at the next Mass Khaos. I find it funny that the card description called it a 'rest', when my opponent is a former champion here, a man who was in the main event consistently while I faded into the background to become a afterthought... only now the tables have turned, but yet, I found myself at a loss as to how to approach this thing, this match, against a proverbial wildcard in Aaron Mc..."

Tobias runs his hand through his toussled dark hair in a vain, and half-assed attempt to tame it before looking back at the camera.

Tobias: "So I went through the HPWA and TKOW archives, I asked around, I got the DVDs, the tapes and the downloads and did whatever I could to find out anything on Aaron Mc, his matches and promos, his segments and his hobbies, anything to try and wrap my head around what motivates the man... hell, just me, being here, in Burger King.... is just me trying to find out what the man is like and what I can, admittedly, exploit to my advantage... I found nothing in those tapes, DVDs and downloads, and I find nothing here, in this fast food restaurant... well, besides noisy children and food that I find appealing despite the fact that I can basically FEEL my arteries closing-"

He covers his mouth quickly as he lets out a small belch, despite only being slight, it draws a glare from one of the patrons in the next booth, Tobias merely shrugs at the man's expression and turns back to the camera.

Tobias: "So, I had to come up with a ntheory as to why you are so baffling to me, and Aaron, I think the reason I just don't 'get' you, why I don't understand you, is because you and me, are polar opposites... you're indifferent, I'm forward, you're laid-back, I'm right in your goddamn face, your calm, cool, collected and friendly, I'm fuckin' Heartless."

The same patron from early clears his throat, Tobias rolls his eyes and throws an elbow into his seat, ratting the entire booth behind him and causing the patron's face to go livid with anger, nonetheless, the unknown man gets out of his seat and walks away.

Tobias: "... Anyways, I don't know what drives you Aaron, because frankly, I don't think you are driven, you're the most succesful slacker I've ever seen, you always happen to be at the right place at the right time, you get title shots when they come to you, you never go for the gusto, you never try to grab your shot by the balls like I do. They're always handed out to you on a platinum fucking dish, let me make it clear Aaron, the reason I am the way I am, why I'm violent and why I'm Heartless is to get all those things that YOU seem to get merely by existing, I've never had the carrot dangled in front of my facde, hell, I'm still searching for it... hell, if you wanna go a step further, my prize, or at least my shot at the prize may reveal itself upon your defeat..."

Another sigh as Tobias crosses his arms.

Tobias: "Or not, as I said, I've never been as lucky as you, I may never get off with a loss and still make it to Megabowl Five. I mean, everything you've gotten has revolved around some sort of cosmic roulette wheel, or fate or some kind of bullshit like that. Every ounce of recognition I've got, including the opportunity to be in the running for a chance to get a shot at Megabowl Five I had to earn, I had to fight, scrabble, scratch and claw my way to. A little jealous of you...? Fuck yes, I wish I had it as easy as you seem to Aaron, you basically bleed opportunity, and everyone expects the world of you, yet even while you gleam in the spotlight, you have a stable personal life don't you? A steady girlfriend? Several friends that would look out for you even if you weren't rich and famous, am I right? I think I am, you have no idea what it's like to give up friends, family and lovers just so you can avoid getting hurt and having your mind on something else while you try to be succesful in your choice of profession. I do, I know what loss is like and I hate it, I just don't want to lose, more than that, I want to be a winner, and since I can't do that at seemingly anything else I do, wrestling is my last option... if I lose now, if I lose my shot and all that I sacrificed everything for I swear to whatever deity that may exist that I'm a dead man..."

Another sigh and Tobias' gaze draws past the camera, his gaze only lies there for a moment before he refocuses on the camera.

Tobias: "... I'm gonna keep this brief because apparently there're a couple of TKOW fans waiting to get autographs or something... shoulda kept the hoody on..."

The Heartless One leans in real close to the camera.

Tobias: "Let me get these things clear Aaron, I aim to keep winning until that title is mine, you may get impressive wins because you're underestimated but I don't leave any margin for error, you step between the ropes with me and I'll fucking hurt you, you're no special exception so by all means, bring your 'A game', actually, fuck that, bring the whole damn alphabet with you, because in a match with a man who takes no chances it's the only way you can survive, let alone win. If I( go through you than maybe I'm in the running for MBV, and that's all that matters to me anymore Aaron, not my friends because I don't have any, not my family because they hate me, and not those that I love because they don't answer the goddamn phone. that title, which is around the waist of the Bird right now is my only goal and my only saving grace, some people live to spread their genetics than leave, my genetics are dead, I live to at least make sure my name is remembered in the annals of time and history, and that title is the way to do it, not those tag titles I've held, fuck them, nobody remembers the titles that go defunct, however, something held by the biggest names at the time, the toughest 'individual' in the fed, will always be remembered, will always be famous... will be fucking immortal, since I can't be remembered through my blodline, I'll be remembered for my accomplishments. And I'm here to tell you Aaron, I'm not gonna let you, or anyone stand in my way.And come Mass Khaos, I will maim you, I will kill you, and I will get the win over you, I'm Heartless, and I aim to prove it all the way until I prove, I earn, my immortality..."

The camera starts to back away as a group of teenagers surround the booth, all of them looking for autogrpahs and pictures with a man who only looks to be remembered.

[Fade to black...]

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

[The scene opens upon water--lots of it.]

Matt: *quietly* So, Forsaken? we finally meet one-on-one at Mass Khaos.

The camera pans back to reveal a river?The Columbia in Oregon.

Matt: *quietly* It?s never been just the two of us, has it? I believe Holiday Hell was the only time we?ve met in the ring unless I?ve forgotten something.

The camera pans to the side, revealing several fishing boats. Griffen is in one, slowly reeling in the line of his heavy duty fishing pole, occasionally giving it small jerks and tugs. To the side, Dr. Cliff Hawke can be seen fishing from the same boat.

Matt: *quietly* It won?t be like the Prince of Hell match. It definitely won?t be like the match with Kid Styles. It won?t be like your match against Phoenix or my Lady Hawke. She surprised you, didn?t she?

Griffen reels his line completely in. He baits the hook as he speaks.

Matt: *quietly* You thought you?d walk all over her, have your way, prove just how mean and dark you are. Prove how worthy you are of your dark Eden.

Griffen casts with a faint ~thlunk~ heard several seconds later.

Matt: *quietly* You didn?t believe her when she said she knew the darkness. She knows it all too well, as I can attest.

He begins the slow reeling, once again randomly tugging-jerking the line as he winds it in.

Matt: *quietly* It must have stung you when you roused up enough to realize she?d pinned you, my?. What was it you called her? Lackey, incompetent sideshow. How did it feel to be pinned by her, the female who knew exactly who and what you are, what you think, feel? without even having been in your company? Hmmm? How does it make you feel that my woman?no, my PARTNER took you in the ring and showed you who was the better that night? How does it feel to know that she who turned away from the darkness you embrace is stronger and better than you? No, she is no sideshow, not incompetent and no lackey. She proved it last Mass Khaos, and? it would have made no difference?full strength or not, you still would have fallen to her.

Suddenly Griffen?s pole bends and he gives a hard jerk and reels in the line some, then lets it back out a bit as the pole bends dangerously. The others on the boat fishing near him quickly reel theirs in to avoid a tangle, and watch, giving him encouragement and tips on bringing in his catch. Griffen?s voice rises to normal as he begins struggling with the creature on the hook.

Matt: Now it?s my turn. Just like this fish, Salazar, I?m going to fight with you. *quickly reels* I?m going to work you over. I?m going to make you struggle until you wear down and can?t fight anymore. I?m going to do everything it takes-

The other boats slowly pull away as he lets out line again as the pole tugs at him.

Matt: -to make sure I take you down. I?m counting on you making our match a challenge and go all out as you have in your others. For that?s when I?m at my best. And then? when all?s said and done?

The footage jumps to fast forward?showing Griffen?s struggle to bring in the fish? and it fast forwards?. And fast forwards?. And fast forwards? and when the fish finally gets near the boat the footage reverts to normal speed.

Griffen has a determined look on his face and reels again, this time drawing the fish right up to the boat. A large shadow surfaces, revealing a white sturgeon. He hands his rod to Cliff, pushes up his sleeves and leans over the side of the boat. He grabs the huge fish by its gills and pulls it up, but can?t quite get it up. He lowers it, takes as best a stance as he can, and takes a few deep breaths. He springs up, jerking the fish high into the air and falls back into the boat, the fish lying next to him. Cliff whistles.

Cliff: That thing?s bigger than you are!

The camera focuses. Side by side the fish is longer than Griffen is tall. It flaps around and several fisherman jump on it to keep it down. Others congratulate Griffen on the catch.

Griffen grins and then remembers the camera.

Matt: As I was saying, when all?s said and done, Forsaken, this fish, a sturgeon--relative of the shark, is you? pinned down for the count.

Fisherman: I got a tape measure. Let?s see how long this baby really is. Let?s see? one? two? three?

[Scene ends.]

[T.H. Power]

The scene opens on a tight shot of the TKOW ?Fiery? Title belt.

Voice: Big Business back in mass effect! Khaos is coming up, Outer Force is estranged, it?s time to remind TKOW who?s in charge around here!

Voice: It?s been a long time coming. No one?s seen us together since we faced off against the Birds of Prey with the gold on the line.

As the camera pans out, we can see Phoenix and T.H. Power, sitting behind the desk the Title is sitting on, decked out in their Armani suits and new MegaBowl V T-Shirts, now available in Total Shopping!

T.H. Power: Outer Force made one smart decision. They left Ghalleon eating dust.

Phoenix: Unfortunately you can call it too little too late. You?ve done the crimes. Now it?s time to pay.

T.H. Power: Once Mass Khaos hits, you two boys will be up against the manliest man in this company.

Phoenix: Who happens to be partnered with the boss.

T.H. fwaps Phoenix on the shoulder.

T.H. Power: Hey I was talking about me!

Phoenix: Listen you can?t take into account the three times you dressed up like me and got into fights.

T.H. Power: I can too!

Phoenix: Can not!

T.H. Power: Can too!

Phoenix: Uh uh!

T.H. Power: Uh huh!

Phoenix: Bastard.

T.H. Power: Bitch.

Fade.

[T-Money]

-Lusting towards the wind, pulling on the black scarf, which fluttuered as if it had extensions into the dark clouds over the mountain where stands The Forsaken One, heights never reached before, physically, mentally?.spiritually. On the precipice of the great landscape, overlooking the forest in the early hours of dawn, a heavy night?s rain accompanying the mood. Leaning against a piece of rock, a kitbag on the side and a mouth drowned in smoke?-

Salazar: As soon as you came in?the agony went away. Released into this ocean. My vision is upside down?the clouds I see above, feel like the oceans that I?m going to dive into, endless in their darkness, that will cocoon me and protect me. I swallow it all in and my eyes flush out the anguish that comes from reality.

-There is a slight convulsion?-

Salazar: As the days pass?I deteriorate, (maybe she was right?) its like you feel like vomiting something out?something beautiful and awe inspiring, something like molten lava, and it just wants me to burn the faces of all the doubters. Phoenix, Tobias Burden, Lady Hawke?enjoy at my expense, the small moments before things do really reach points that I wont have to speak?but enact every horrible description I?ve given to you over the past few months.

Have you ever seen?ever seen someone revel in this mind state? This sickness? I?m not glorifying anything?its how I truly feel. If the view was clear enough, you would see how hard I have tried to keep these artificial tears from flowing down my face. Reality is terror?and my dreams and creations are solace. I create inside the four lines?make them the fiery whips from the chasms of hell.

-The clouds rumble in the distance, small pockets of lightning become visible in flashes.-

Salazar: This federation has thrown every damn thing it could against me. I admit?it?s had its fair share of pleasure at making me slip at all the wrong moments. I?ve paid for my way with my own blood, paid more than others?that brings me to Matt Griffen.

-The convulsion is gone, so are the heavy looks Salazar kept giving towards the clouds, he looks towards the vision, cold and calculated.-

Salazar: Listen?you?ll get the pinfall, I?m distracted most often anyway?my eyes averted towards the real objectives. People have told me about your background?and truly there is really no other bigger motherfucker in this federation than you, Mr. Perfect Matt Griffen, handed your shit on a silver platter, it comes with the fact of being in Section 8, I accept that. You do what you need to; to get to the top?as does everyone else.

Your tactics worked last week?your slut scored a pinfall over me. REALLY?when will YOU learn? A victory is a victory in blood?a victory is a victory that causes wounds that are deeper than a technique to feed one?s ego by hooking the leg of someone and holding on for dear life for a short three seconds. (Reconsider?) Please do. Your path crosses mine?and your soul crosses mine?it litters its preposterous beliefs into my conception?of Eden. Just like a gardener?I am forced to cut you off. In fact, before you try to predict my mind?try and find a formula, a remedy to get a ?victory? (which you won?t get), analyze your options?the losses you stand to make once you enter the circle and ?Dance With The Devil?.

A wife?a father figure?a life that was read to me in the orphanage by unassuming nurses, think? because my name does not go in vain Matt. Victory has never been denied to me?and all who have tried have fallen under the name my venomous violins sing to?The Forsaken. YOU?will be forsaken, (so please...) come to grips with it, at least then the hopelessness will condition you before you face true salvation (nothing is pure?but I?m real).

-The wail of a raven sounds in the distance?the clouds still dark, perhaps some unfortunate bird was struck down?-

Salazar: I am at a crossroads?Eden so visible in front of me, when I see it?I shed all this worthless drama, all these rules bending me to the politics of weak men like you Griffen. You saw me in the Prince of Hell?you make the judgments, Matt. Nobody has made me bleed in TKOW?nobody. Nobody?s looked into my eyes?they?ve tried to pin me, get a quick fall and scurry towards safety. You?ll do the same?because that?s just the way things happen isn?t it? I have been promised?its almost like a prophecy, something that even you can feel?that I WILL?become TKOW World Champion. That?s my mind?that championship, it fulfills my mind and body?without it?this whole philosophy is incomplete.

Whispers in your head?don?t be afraid of them Griffen, self doubt is the way to where I have come?and it makes you strong enough?after realizing the idiocy of it all, to look into my eyes?and not be afraid. Doubt yourself?because that?s what?s expected of you by the watchers of nature. Ask Phoenix?ask him for advice, he knows?10 minutes was enough for him, ask Tobias Burden?he couldn?t kill me. Ask Lady Hawke?it took the 75% of her brain that doesn?t function, but somehow came alive to beat me. I AM UNNATURAL?and I?m begging you, humble me?force me to believe your primitive ways?make me succumb to this reality. If I don?t?.there will be a waterfall of chaos upon this federation?your head the first on many pikes. Shed your bible knowledge, shed your ?street knowledge?, shed anything that?s been taught to you Matt?because you?re a product of that?and you have done absolutely nothing in your life to get as lucky as you have?to even be mentioned at this level.

If you want to retain that status?come and learn. JUST COME AND LEARN?and don?t hide from me, bring pain?its recommended.

-The vision gets darker and darker, The Forsaken continuously staring away into the distance?now standing and raising his arms in a crucifix, and screaming against the lightning?-

[Isnear]

The rain had finally began to subside as the ?Stacy Cam? approached Bryant leaning against the wall of his apartment. He smiled at her as she approached him.

Bryant: What are you up to now?

Stacy: {From behind the camera} Just wondering if you had anything to say to your adoring fans?

Bryant: {Smiling}This isn?t XoW anymore Stace. This is TKOW.

Stacy: You don?t think your fans will follow you here? C?mon! Speech. Pleeeeeeeeease??

Bryant: {Sighs}Fine. But its not like I have much to say right now.

He folds his arms and tilts his head back against the wall, deep in thought.

Bryant: Actually?I do have something to say.

He pushes himself off the wall and moves towards the couch. Sitting down, he motions for Stacy to zoom in on him

Bryant: Well, Well, Well. Mr. Blade. This makes message number two going out in your honor. You should feel special. The problem, however, is that you don?t seem to know what the hell is going on in this federation.

Why haven?t you replied, Blade? Scared? Tongue-tied? Off wandering the desert for 40 years are we, Moses? I hope you know you are royally screwing up my plans for you.

He begins to smirk, twistedly as a thought crosses his mind. He reaches over and pulls a piece of paper and a pen from his coffee table. He writes a small message on the note, and folds it up

Bryant: There, you see? My people are going to find you, and make sure you get this. Not only that, but they are going to ENSURE that you show up this weekend. I don?t want any win by defaults. You are going to be there. And I am going to beat you, the old fashioned way.

Make peace with your God, Blade. Because come Saturday?

The camera zooms in closer on his face

Bryant: I?m going to bury you in that desert?

Scene fades out to static

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is sitting on top of the turnbuckle in the ring with his head in his hands. The Rose Garden Arena in Portland is all but empty with the exception of a few technicians maintaining the stage lights on the KhaosTron. The camera pans in on Bob and he looks up at it.

Lancelot: It is here in The Rose Garden that I will win back my Television Title for the second time. It is here in The Rose Garden that I will pin either Carpenter or Cypher and take back what is rightfully mine. It is here in The Rose Garden where thousands of fans will sit back in amazement and watch is guaranteed to be a five star classic match between three superstars of TKOW. Most importantly, it is here in The Rose Garden that twenty thousand fans watch the destruction of Carpenter courtesy of one Bob Lancelot.

Bob grins as he imagines this scenario.

Lancelot: Why are you avoiding me Carpenter?? Are you scared of me? Are you scared of the determination that I have to take back my Television Title? Are you scared that now I have discovered the true meaning of Hardcore I will be more extreme than you could ever envision? Did you witness my performance in The Brutality Cage as the end of your time as champion or are you simple a coward?
When I stepped into the ring with you several months ago, I was weak, I was inexperienced, I was but a mere child compared to the lion I have become. In those few short months I have learned a lot, I have grown, I have adapted - the human body is good at doing this, its called Evolution - the survival of the fittest....and Carpenter, from where I sit, since TLC, it looks as if you are no longer the 'fittest' and your chance of survival this Monday is minimal.

Lancelot tilts his head to the left.

Lancelot: And Cypher, you.....you have the innocence of a child. You and I have much in common, we've both visited Sesame Street, we've both beaten Cody, we are both promising future World Title contenders, I was weak....so are you, I was innocent....so are you, I was inexperienced.....so are you.
So what, you went to Sesame Street and shot Big Bird, I went there a year ago and beat the shit out of Big Bird with a baseball bat..... and you set Oscars can on fire?? Meh, big deal! When I was in SCW I went to Sesame Street and had a gang war with a tonne of Muppets....Gonzo, Kermit, Fozzy - I took Oscar's worm and held him hostage then beat the fuck out of Oscar, Elmo and Cookie Monster in a freaking on 2 handicap match!! Beating up Muppets is nothing, I think you ought to stop wasting your energy playing with kid's and start concentrating on our match at Mass Khaos, because at the moment, you are not even worth my time in that ring....you are but a simple route back to my Television Championship.....and sure.....in a few years when you prove to me that you are worthy of a title shot again I will give you one....but until then, this match is the nearest you will get to any kind of championship gold.

Chris Prince is nothing, Cody is nothing - your undefeated streak means nothing to me Cypher, this won't be third time lucky for you - your luck has run out - there will not be any gold at the end of your rainbow - so go back to toy town and shut the fuck up.

I am ready to take back my Television Title, I am in my prime, I am in the best physical and mental condition I have ever been in! I will take you both to your physical and mental limits and I won't have even broken a sweat. I was once scared of you Carpenter - now I just pity you. I'll see you both on Saturday.

With that, Bob Lancelot hops off the turnbuckle and exits the ring heading to the back.

Edited by Bob Lancelot, 24 May 2006 - 11:18 AM.

[Harpuia]

Cypher looks grimly into the camera. Nothing is behind him except a chair that he is sitting on. To him, it's time to get down to business. The TKOW Television Title is now within his grasp, and he knows that two men stand in his way. A guy in a straightjacket, Carpenter, and then of course, there's that guy who calls himself some Hardcore great, Bob Lancelot... "Yeah... like he could compare himself to me," Cypher thinks to himself. The match is only a couple of days away, and he is prepared, now more than ever, to get to top of the television ladder in TKOW faster than even he could expect. After two of what he would consider the easiest matches he's ever had... he's now set for his toughest task yet. Carpenter and Bob Lancelot are all that stand in his way of winning the TKOW Television Title.

He prepares to speak.

Cypher: Wow, apparently Carpenter is probably a little too scared so he jerked behind his Elmo suit after what he saw I did to the rest of his Sesame Street pals. How sad does little Carpenter have to be... knowing that Saturday could very well be the last day of his reign as the TKOW Television Champion, considering it IS two men he has to fight, not one. Myself, and Bob Lancelot could walk out of there as the new TKOW Television Champion.

Speaking of Lancelot...

Cypher starts to grin.

Cypher: Buddy, you seem to have a terrible case of ego back there, not to mention a serious mental problem if you've stayed that long in Sesame Street. You call me inexperienced... but take it from me, I have much more experience than you think. I have enough experience to actually know that arrogance will get you nowhere in a wrestling ring, especially when you step into a ring with someone of my caliber. While I may look like a rookie in TKOW, believe me Lancelot, I am far from a rookie everywhere else in the world...

Do you even know how I got into TKOW? I was scouted by some talent from the very same locker room. Someone went to see one of the shows I was in and asked me to sign up here. I was always looking for a challenge so... I did. And what do you know, two matches later, I get a shot for the TKOW Television Title! Talk about irony!

Oh yes, there's that other fellow, Mr. Jobber... what do I call him... "Chief" Eric Mitchell? Oh yeah, that pompous jackass who thinks he can go around and do whatever the hell he wants in a federation that he abandoned oh so long ago. Well, I tell you what, just for the TKOW locker room, after I hit you, or hell, even Carpenter, with the Crucifix Moonsault and pin you 1... 2... 3. I'll use that TKOW TV Title to beat good ol' "Chief" out of the building. Oh, what a joyous occassion that would be, don't you think?

His lighthearted mood suddenly turns a little more serious. His grin turns into a stern serious look on his face that could only mean one thing. He means business... and he's not in the mood for light conversation.

Cypher: Bob Lancelot, the last thing I need right now is you and the Weapons of Mass Malfunction trying to get in my way of my destiny here in TKOW, to become the greatest wrestler that TKOW has ever seen! And the TKOW Television Title is the first step in my way up the ladder. It is just such a pity that you and your airhead of a girlfriend have to get in the way, don't you think?

On Saturday, the Television Title will go to me, not you. You're gonna have to just sit in the waiting list a little while longer while I enjoy the savory of being a champion here in TKOW. And, oh yeah, I'm full of surprises. You never know what I'm going to do next. Styles like mine don't come around everyday Lancelot. I know how to use the ring not as a place to wrestle, but as a weapon, as my own field, and on Saturday Lancelot, you and Carpenter are gonna walk into a landmine!

Just then, the sound of a ticking clock can be heard. It starts ticking softly, but the ticking grows louder and louder.

Cypher: Not long now Lancelot. Not long now Carpenter. You're gonna know why they call me the Ice Soldier. You can think that you're gonna beat me, but you two are gonna see why I deserve to be champion and why T.H. Power put me up in this title match in the first place.

Because after all, we've all taken that trip down Sesame Street, but it's now time to take a hard right turn to go to the School of Hard Knocks. And one of us is gonna graduate a little early.

And I'll be more than happy to wear that cap...

...See you Saturday... when I'll be three and oh.

Cypher simply sits on the chair and ponders over the upcoming match as the screen fades to black.

[T-Money]

-Night lightning, distant?small flashes, a dead tree, like a sprawling nerve system, illuminated in pockets, but more importantly, a rustle is heard through the grass, not far below the highway road, a few yards away. A tattered Ford is parked by the side of the road. A figure emerges from the grasses, clad in a black casual shirt and a pair of jeans, his boots squashing the earth below, as he climbs the minor hill towards his car, looking around the area, a thirsty glare in the pale eyes.

*GONG*

Somewhere maybe in his imagination, or in his reality?doesn?t really matter, a bell tolls in the distance and the lightning takes on new vigor. He reaches the car, drawing a pistol out of his pocket, putting it under his left armpit while he reaches for a ciggie. He breathes out a lustful smoke, finally calmed from the earlier exploits.-

Salazar: I feel so trigger happy right now?what a motherfucking feeling. Do you feel it Griffen? Ha-ha who are you really? (Puffing out) The whispers I here?the little sources of information, they?ve disappointed me. I question your desire my friend. I question the fact that you actually think?that when its time to face the eye of the beholder, you will shrink back and never enter the space of judgment?simply because you aren?t qualified to.

-The Forsaken draws a huge chuckle, cocking the pistol, smelling the holster for some reason?-

Salazar: I?ve got the secrets to war, Griffen. What are you going to hide from me? I?ve taken on the mentally?and physical elite of this paranoid federation. I don?t blame its paranoia because it hasn?t been able to take me away. Take a look in the mirror?because a social whore like you doesn?t belong in my world. You?re just another clone Griffen. What the fuck makes you different? I convulse when I hear you speak?because there?s no substance in it. You bring out the clich?s Matt, you bring out the obvious things?and you catch fish. (Foolery doesn?t get as blatant as this?)

-The Forsaken pushes the trunk open, leaving the pistol inside reluctantly and looking at the nightlight highway?the rain now coming down full force after bark of the thunder.-

Salazar: Its time to make a killing?and it brings me millions. Millions and millions of dollars worth of notoriety and reluctant admittance, that no one compares to this mind?no one. As I said?I feel trigger happy. I don?t make cash flow forecasts, I don?t make weather forecasts?I make forecasts of violence, because it?s my baccalaureate Griffen. It?s my philosophy?because my words never do me justice, but the endless highlight reels they play in this federation?from months ago, most involve ME. Infamous, Matt?I AM INFAMOUS. Never?make the mistake to think that you know me, don?t speak as if you have everything figured?as if the entire world is at your feet?because it just makes the fall that much more painful.

I came to bring the pain?and it has come to my conclusion?that retaliation is a must. I mentioned before, you have much to lose?like your wily old grandpa, Cliff Hawke?hello Cliff, I hope the government gives you that pension, you?ll need it now more than EVER. (Smiles)

You people?frustrated, one after another?you keep coming at me, trying to weaken me on the road to Megabowl. Its not going to happen?in fact, Matt Griffen?this pinfall at Mass Khaos is worthless?you know it inside, that you won?t possess me in the tournament?you?ll have to find another path?and that means trying to kill me. (Be VERY cautious now?) Don?t make any unfulfilled promises unlike Burden?his time will come, yours has already?.the bells toll?

*GONG*

-He nods his head in acceptance, sitting on top of the trunk and leaning against the back of the car, pulling back his wet black hair?-

Salazar: I AM trigger happy?and I just feeling like bursting your little dreams, killing your lies, and just stomping all over your fucking lives?that?s all of you, and Matt Griffen?you?re just going to face an ounce of that. Just an ounce?but that?that ounce? It?s going to be like a Tsunami just washing you into a new definition. I?m paranoid beyond measure Griffen?Eden must be reached at all costs?I couldn?t care less about what your perception, or your so called road to glory?chapters of affliction ARE your glory?I am the scribe?As I speak, I write?perform these tales in the squared circle?so when the wolves feel the hunger again?the blood spills on the pages?.

Now?LOOK AT ME IF YOU DARE TO.

-The vision fizzles suddenly?but another lasting *GONG* is heard at the very end with flashes of lightning and the dead tree?-

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

[The scene opens up on Griffen walking in one of the many parks around Portland, Oregon. He is under an oversized open umbrella as it is one of those drizzly, rainy, late spring days common to the Pacific Northwest. He looks into the camera.]

Matt: I fish, Salazar, because it is something I enjoy. It helps me clear my head, think, come to conclusions and, if I?m lucky, a meal or three for later. It?s part of living life, communing with nature, calming one?s soul, perhaps enjoying that last little hint of the true paradise while preparing for battle, just as you sit upon your stormy mountain and think and ruminate.

Griffen pauses, allowing a couple to pass him on the path.

Matt: You sit on that mountain, storm around you, lightning striking, yet do you appreciate its beauty or? are you only interested in its power? Believing that for those moments you are it and it is you and you are unstoppable? Nothing is. In the end nothing is unstoppable. The storm ends once it?s blown itself out. One day we die. One day the sun will cease to burn. One day those who consistently win will eventually lose to someone somewhere. These are truths and there are common truths in every clich? uttered, Salazar, otherwise they would not be clich?s and there would be no reason to use them. I state the obvious because you have blinded yourself to it while sinking deeper and deeper into your self delusions.

Griffen stops and looks at something behind the camera. He gazes off thoughtfully then shifts his eyes back to the lens.

Matt: Your memory forsakes you, Salazar, and your mind is deserting you as well?just like everyone is deserting The Order. You have bled in TKOW, yet you deny it.
You?re living in a fantasy world, barely connected to what?s real. I?d compare you to Carpenter but that would give you too much credit, for you are far below his caliber of madness and he still exists in reality? in a fashion.

Tell me, Salazar. How does losing the majority of your recent matches get you a shot at the TKOW Title? Why would you even deserve it? You say you look only to the final goal?The TKOW Title, but in each match toward it you lose. You couldn?t defeat Phoenix in ten minutes. You tried and failed. You fell hard to Tobias Burden, the man who beat you to a pulp and knocked you out for the count and then some. You fell to my partner, an extraordinary woman, who did what was necessary to beat you and then some, taking on extra pain in order to do so. The only win you?ve had in recent weeks is Kid Styles.

You fail, Forsaken, because you don?t look at what is right before you. You keep your eyes glued on the TKOW title and fail to watch the path before you which leads you to it. In doing so, you have lost the recent matches. You misstep, injure and blind yourself, never reaching what it is you desire most? because you aren?t paying attention to the obstacles in the journey.

Griffen snorts, pauses in his steps, and breaks into a quiet chuckle.

Matt: You tell me, literally BEG me to bring pain to you? You revel in it, don?t you? It energizes you. Gets you high. Allows you to go further than you thought possible. You feel invincible in that state.

Griffen laughs.

Matt: Oh, yes, that feeling. Then, after that high, it all comes crashing down upon you, the hurt, the pain, the aches, the breaks. It rushes in and totally wipes your mind and thoughts until you can?t think or feel anything. Mental pain and anguish disappear for just a little while--just enough to allow you peace and rest. But as you heal it returns and you seek the pain again because it is the only way to regain that state.

A few passersby give Griffen strange looks and move on.

Matt: I will indulge you, Forsaken, since you asked. I have no qualms about giving you the pain you desire, to give you ease. You want the Matt Griffen who won the TKOW Brutality Gauntlet, who decimated Bishop in HPWA in the Phoenix Pit? So be it. I will bring it as I bring it to the brutality cage and every match. I will make you hurt. I will make you bleed. I will make you scream in pain and joy simultaneously. Be prepared, Salazar, because I won?t wait. I won?t hesitate. I won?t falter in giving you this gift. It?s the least I can do for you.

Griffen smiles while looking beyond the camera. Curious as to the reason, the camera pans, showing Lady Hawke walking slowly and a bit stiffly toward him.

Matt: *quietly and behind the camera* Yes, it is the least I can do, especially after what you did to her.

[Fade to black.]