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[TKOW Board]

Wednesday June 14th, 2006

Live from the Tingley Coliseum, Albuquerque, New Mexico.


MegaBowl V Firestarter Tournament Tag Match
Phoenix & Matt Griffen vs Tobias Burden & Salazar Tyrenus


Television Title Rematch
Bob Lancelot vs Cypher


Aello vs Carpenter


HPWA Women's Match
Claire vs Kari Harrison w/Julia Harrison


Meet Your Maker Match
"Legendary" Chris Prince vs "The Crimson Cyclone" Bryant McCoy


Pender w/ Outer Force vs Aaron Mc


Confrontation
Soulfly vs Ghalleon


Confrontation
Eric Mitchell vs Cypher


Confrontation
Outer Force vs Golden Boyz


also


Interview with Alyon Mac and the Golden Boyz.

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Remember the promo rules. The first promo via PM is due the 9th. The response promo and On-the-Spot promo deadline is the 12th. Segments and votes are due the 13th. 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.

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is sitting on a steel chair in his locker room, the lights in the room are switched off and the door to the room is slightly ajar, light seeps through the gap and onto Bob's face. Bob grins, and props his Television Championship Belt up onto his shoulder. The light reflects off the golden plate on the belt and glints towards the camera as Bob slowly begins to stand up. Bob walks to the door and pushes it open, stepping out onto the corridor.

Lancelot: Its back where it belongs!

Bob pats the belt on his shoulder.

Lancelot: Right here on the shoulder of Bob Lancelot! Just like I said it would be. Hell, did you see me the other night??? I was on fire! Cypher stood no chance in hell - man I don't even know why he bothered showing up, I mean who the hell does he think he is??? Does he even deserve another shot at this belt?? I think not. The only reason he is getting another shot at this beautiful piece of gold is because GM Jesse James Blackwood is fucked off because he didn't get to cock-slap Bob Lancelot - well let me tell you something Jesse, it isn?t gonna happen, not now, not at Mass Khaos, not at Megabowl, not never!

I declared myself the champion to do you a favour, to give you a worthy champion for this backwater federation. Hell you could've ended it right there and then, but no - you had to continue the match and make me face Cypher for ten more embarrassing minutes. Ten minutes in which I not only degraded myself, but the prestige of the Television Title and the company as a whole! And you sign a rematch?! What is that all about?? Well you know what? At Mass Khaos, I might pull a Carpenter - because no way am I going to diminish the prestige of this title in another shit-fest of a match with Cypher. No way am I going to make a fool out of myself by wrestling that greasy, ugly, snottball, Bob Lancelot wanna be again. So you think you want to put me in a re-match, better think again, because there are plenty more feds out there that would love to have Bob Lancelot.....and the TKOW Television Title in them, and lets be honest - they would offer better pay days than TKOW ever do!

Bob props the belt back up on his shoulder as it has slipped down a little.

Lancelot: I am Bob Lancelot, I am The Hardcore Superstar - I am the biggest draw to hit TKOW in the last five years!! I equal ratings, and yet I am not even on the main card at Megabowl V, I am relegated to participating in the fucking Submission Invitational, well guess what dumb fucks, I don't do submissions! So fuck the invitational, I'd rather not spend twenty minutes being degraded in the ring by the likes of Aaron Mc and Robert Hugglestein III only to get my ankle snapped by Kid Styles thank you very much.

Bob Lancelot should be main eventing Megabowl V, not in the dark match - I am the Television Champion, you have Cypher vs. Eric Mitchell at Megabowl - yet I could beat them both - who the fuck wants to see the loser I beat last Mass Khaos, and will beat again next week vs. Eric "Loser" Mitchell, a guy who is making a living on his past success?

Do you guys hear me? Or do you want to see Bob Lancelot and the Television Championship appearing in FTWO, S.W.A.T or UCW?? Because if you don't, put up or shut the fuck up.

Bob Lancelot grins at the camera.

Lancelot: Cypher - next Mass Khaos - I am taking the Television Title to the extreme, its going hardcore - you piece of shit. I will show you why they call me "The Hardcore Superstar" and make you wish that you had never even joined TKOW. Carpenter was scared of facing me, he didn't show up - you are too stupid to be scared, so be prepared for a beating like you have never before experienced - last week I went easy on you because I pitied you, next week I won't go so easy - I will unleash everything I have onto your stupid body and then a little more for fun. So don't expect to be taking this belt from the shoulder of Bob Lancelot any time soon you cock sucking mother fucker. Do you understand me?

Bob turns around and re-enters his locker room.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

[The scene opens on a lone, large, white feather lying on black marble under a spotlight. Silence is broken with heel clicks as someone walks about then stops.]

Aello: Playing in the shadows. This is what you like. This is what you do. Toying with people from the darkness. Trying to get into their heads. Immobilizing them with fear then beating them up. Only some of us don?t fright that easily. Some of us actually fight back when given the opportunity.

There are more heel clicks, then a pause followed by consistent rapping sound, as though she may be tapping her toes on the floor.

Aello: Well, Carpenter, you?ll not be playing at the next Mass Khaos. There will be no hiding, no not showing up for your match. No taunting from the shadows. Unless, of course, you wish everyone to think you?re frightened of a female, especially the one your brother is with at the moment. Nah? you wouldn?t admit to being frightened. You?d just say I wasn?t worth your time.

The tapping stops.

Aello: But I?m apparently worth someone?s time, now aren?t I? Worth enough to help tame that savageness? at least HIS savageness. No, Murphy, I?m not saying I could help yours. You don?t allow Conner out long enough to see how people could be towards you. You only desire violence and hatred and joy in pain, so that?s all anyone gives you in return. Isn?t that right?

The heel clicks resume in a slow fashion.

Aello: Beating the madness out didn?t work. A man?s way of doing things. Sorry, T.H., but it is. A good woman, even a harpy, isn?t a cure-all unless the recipient wants a cure. In that case, Carpenter, you?re a lost cause. Everyone may as well give up on you. I know I don?t want to cure you. Stay sick all you like. I?m just damned tired of the game you?re playing and I want it to end because it affects me and what I currently consider mine?

The heel clicks stop.

Aello: *her voice lowers in tone and increases intensity* ?and I?m very possessive and protective about what?s mine and I?ll fight tooth and nail for it--to the point I?m not able to fight at all. Isn?t that what you want? Me to fight you until I have nothing left and then you can beat me to a bloody pulp after? That?s what you?d do, right? To make him hurt, to drive him mad with anger. Only, you know, it isn?t going to go down that way at all. This harpy may just surprise you, Carpenter. Let?s see if I can at Mass Khaos.

[Her white gloved hand reaches into the frame and picks up the feather and withdraws. Her heel clicks grow faint into the distance. The scene fades out on the black marble.]

[Bob Lancelot]

Claire Matthews is relaxing in a hot bath filled with bubbles, the bathroom is dimly lit by scented candles that stand on every ledge in the room.

Claire: Last Monday I was viciously attacked and stripped to my panties by the two blonde bimbo's known as Julia and Kari, The Harrison Sisters. Ok, so the plan kinda backfired on you two - and the distraction you caused helped Bob pin Cypher 1....2....3 to win back his Television Championship.....well done Bobby!!

Claire grins cheekily and winks at the camera.

Claire: But that is not the point! The point is you embarrassed me on national television - now I?m all for getting my...

Claire begins to slowly caress her bare breasts beneath the bubbles.

Claire: Lovely yet large........sizably substantial......adorably ample breasts out on national TV.....

Claire stops caressing her breasts.

Claire:.....But I do it on my terms and when I want to....not when two blonde sluts like yourselves want me to. At Mass Khaos, I am facing Kari one on one.....but Julia will be in Kari's corner - so you may as well make it a handicap match....because we all know that Julia likes to fuck around in other peoples business.

Claire slowly stands up from the water and looks at the camera, bubbles from the bath are covering all her private parts.

Claire: Mass Khaos is the start of the Woman's division in TKOW, and I will be in my first official match in TKOW - The Harrison?s think I will be a push over, they think that I am all about....

Claire looks down at her breasts and then looks back at the camera.

Claire: Tits 'n Ass......but I have been in training, Bob has been giving me advice and help in the ring and hey, I aint half bad. But just because I am now a wrestler.....is doesn't mean I have changed any.....I will still be using all...

Claire rubs her hand down her left breast, removing the bubbles and exposing it to the camera.

Claire:....Of my old tricks to win the match......

Claire rubs her hand down her right breast, removing the bubbles and exposing it to the camera.

Claire:......and a whole bunch of new tricks.......

Claire looks down at the bubbles covering her vagina, the camera zooms in and we see Claire slowly rubbing her hand across the bubbles and we get a quick glance of the area the bubbles covered as the camera fades away.

[Harpuia]

Cypher sits down in a room surrounded in darkness, the only light in the area is the headlight that shines from above him. He is simply wearing a normal white tank top and blue jeans, what he normally wears as he wrestles. Sitting on the stool, he looks up at the camera and prepares to speak. Nothing but determination can be seen from his face.

Cypher: Bob Lancelot, you have no idea just what you have done... have you? You think that by using Eric Mitchell and your girlfriend Claire Matthews there to your advantage, that you deserve to wear that belt around your waist? Hah! By doing that, you've only killed the credibility of the title. You've killed the credibility of that piece of gold wrapped on a strap by your ridiculous antics and everyone knows that your second title reign is nothing but one big joke. Carpenter could make a far better champion than you, and he DID, and was a couple sandwiches short of a picnic while doing such.

So instead of going on against me one-on-one, obviously giving you an easier time to win the title since the match was going to be a Triple Threat, you decide to have people to use to your advantage. Eric Mitchell, the lucky bastard who again gets away with beating me down, won't be lucky when I'm done with him this time... and Claire? Heh. She won't be a threat or a distraction to me, not when I have a girlfriend that is far more beautiful, elegant, and graceful than that she-male.

At Mass Khaos, your reign as champion is gonna end short and sweet. You'll be a one-show wonder, just like the last loser who thought he was a match for me, Cody. This time, Eric won't help you, Claire won't help you, and oh yeah, neither will her "weapons of mass distraction". For you see, Bob, I'm going to have backup this time, backup from the most unexpected of people. People who share a common interest with me, and will be backing me up and making sure that I run nothing short of walking out of there the new TKOW Television Champion. And then...

Cypher takes off his sunglasses to show the icy blue eyes that he has just regained from the contact lenses he wears. The camera closes in on his face to emphasize his anger and rage.

Cypher: The hardcore superstar will fall, and the era of ice will soon begin! The era... of Cypher!

Bob Lancelot, you've unleashed the darkness and coldness that lied within my soul for so long, waiting to come out once again, the darkness and coldness that I have kept in hibernation ever since I met my old friend Merrill Waters and formed the Black Velvets tag team. But now Bob... last Mass Khaos, you... you unleashed him. You unleashed the torment and hell that brings out the cold heart that makes others fear and cry for their lives. And, even if it is for until Megabowl comes and goes, I, Cypher, the ice soldier, the one that lived through hell my entire childhood life, abused by my parents, hurt and emotionally crippled by peers, shunned by others, has returned, to unleash the hatred that has lived within my soul for so long. And with the help of my backup... I won't be as much of a pushover as I might have been last time to you Lancelot.

This time Lancelot, you are the sitting duck, waiting to be shot by the hunter with the rifle. I am now the predator and you... are now my prey...

Your time is ticking Bob Lancelot. You may have survived me while I was turning a blind eye... but can you survive THIS?!?

Cypher gives a back-kick to the camera knocking it down to the mat below. Cypher picks up the camera and points it at his face again.

Cypher: See you June 14th, Bob Lancelot. The Television Division will soon enter the Ice Age. The age... of Cypher!

Cypher throws the camera until it crashes on the ground and breaks. Static... then fade.

[Isnear]

Night had fallen on the sleepy Georgia town. But nightfall typically did not signify the end of another day. For Augusta, it was simply a continuance of the day before, a reminder of painful memory after memory. High above the street hustle and bustle, Bryant McCoy sat up in his bed. He edged his way out onto the far corner, carefully pulling away from Stacy who was slumbering beside him. The replay of his first match in TKOW kept playing in his mind. As he ran his fingers through his long blonde hair, he began to smile slightly. His first match. His first win. And how easily it had come. Blade was nothing more than a tire track on his road to success. The first, but ultimately not last victim along the climb to the top.

He gently rose off the bed and eased his way into the next room, sliding the door shut behind him.

Bryant: I guess I could eat since I?m not gonna be sleeping much tonight anyway?.

He peeled back the refrigerator door and glanced inside. He found a piece of chocolate cake and quickly pulled it out, shutting the door behind him. Walking over to the nearby table, he tossed the cake onto the counter and peeled back the foil. Normally he wouldn?t be having cake so close to his training day, but this was an exception. As he dove his fork into the cake, something new caught his attention. A piece of mail had arrived from TKOW HeadQuarters. Very little was spoken in congratulations of his first victory. Even less was mentioned about his dominance in the ring. It was almost as if Power and company expected him to win. Almost as if, they knew he would.

Inside the envelope came another card. He scanned it and found his name beneath the category of ?Meet Your Maker Match.? The ol? diabolical triple M. He gave a quick check of his opponent in said match

Bryant: Heh. Prince? Isn?t this the same kid who got his ass handed to him by Cypher a few weeks ago? In the same exact match no less? Looks like TKOW decided to stick him in place until he can actually win a match. Too bad for him though?he?s going to be stuck for quite a bit longer.

He picked up the card and began to read over the other matches. Speaking of Cypher, he had a TV title rematch

Bryant: Heh, good for him. He?s always getting screwed out of some title. Bout time he got one too. Or at least?he had better

And what?s this? A women division match? Sweet. Now that?s what I call entertainment.

He glances around behind him to make sure Stacy was not within ear shot of his last comment. Assured she wasn?t, he began to look back over his opponent for this week

Bryant: Hm. Meet Your Maker eh? When Cypher beat Prince last time, he ended up catching the updraft to the TV Title match. Perhaps then, this is truly my chance to get somewhere around here. After I humiliate Prince like I did Blade, they?ll have no choice but to start looking my way.

And what the hell? C?mon now. Look at this guy?s nickname. The ?Legendary? Chris Prince? Anyone ever heard of this clown? I?m sorry, but in order to become a legend, you have to actually win a match or two. Which is more than Prince can say, I?m sure.

He pushes the card aside and finishes up the last few bites of the cake.

Bryant: Delicious. I don?t know why I keep myself from eating this stuff most of the time.

Suddenly, the kitchen phone begins to ring behind him. As soon as the first ring is heard, Bryant glances at the clock above the stove

3:26 a.m

Bryant: Shit! That?s gonna wake her up!

Leaping from his chair, he manages to lift the phone from the wall mount before the second ring occurs.

Bryant: Who in the hell calls at this ho?

His rant is suddenly broken by the sound of the other voice on the line. His eyes begin to widen as he listens intently to the message presented to him.

Bryant: Nearly. But what about you? Yeah, I?m holding my end. This week? Some ?Legendary? Chris Prince character. As much of a joke as this guy might be though, he might be my ticket into stardom.

What? Right now? But Stacy, she'll?...Fine, I?ll meet you in the lobby

He gently hangs up the telephone and picks up his jacket from the back of the couch

Bryant: Well Prince, after what I?m going to do to you this week, you may want to consider changing your name to ?The Artist Formally Known as Legendary.?

He chuckles as he eases his way out the door, closing it behind him. The scene fades out to darkness

[Phoenix]

The scene opens in the Section 8 locker room after Mass Khaos. Shaking her head at Aello, Lady Hawke grabs a dufflebag and moves to the adjoining room as Griffen removes his gauntlets while Cliff finishes up tending to the cuts on his face and chest. Aello, still in her wrestling attire, opens a locker and pulls a few items of clothing from it. Phoenix enters from the hallway, still dressed as he was in the ring with Power during the MegaBowl V announcement. When Phoenix sees Aello?s choice of attire for the remainder of the evening, a goofy grin crosses his face.

Griffen looks up as he drops his gauntlets to his bag.

Matt: So it?s you versus me at MegaBowl V. Think we can make it through that one match without someone interfering or some other circumstance getting in the way?

Phoenix: Doesn?t really matter. I?m walking in with the title, and I?m walking out with the title. Two matches, two wins, one huge moment when I hit 20 and 0 with the title.

Aello closes the locker after pulling out her dufflebag, looks at the guys, shakes her head and joins Lady Hawke.

Matt: *pulling a muscle shirt from the bag* We?ll see.

Cliff: You could try not to kill each other this time, you know.

Both men look at Cliff in astonishment.

Phoenix/Matt: *at the same time* And spoil the fun? Where?s the fun in that?

Phoenix: Neither one of us knows how to ?take it easy?.

Matt: We never have and we never will. It?s all or nothing and what?s left of us will face whatever is left of Burden or Tyrenus.

Cliff: You?ll be facing them sooner than you think.

Phoenix: At Mass Khaos you and me versus them in a tag match.

Matt: *raising a brow* Oh really? That shouldn?t be that difficult. They hate one another, practically want to kill one another. And? I get another go at The Forsaken.

A determined grin hits Griffen?s face and he steps away from Cliff, pulls a muscle shirt out of the bag and slips it on over his head.

Phoenix: Is that all?

Griffen smooths the shirt down and tucks it into his leather pants while Cliff stows his stuff in his medical bag then takes a seat and watches.

Matt: Nope. This will be the first time Burden and I have been in the ring together since Forever. It?s about damned time, too. He looks like he?s gotten better. I want to find out firsthand.

Phoenix looks vacantly in the direction Aello took.

Phoenix: Good. I got other things on my mind as is. You take care of them, I?ll just stay in the back.

Griffen folds his arms across his chest.

Matt: You do that and I?ll take that *nodding his head at the ?Firey? title* and knock you upside the head with it.

Waking up a little, a tiny smirk manages to find it?s way back onto the champions face.

Phoenix: *tapping the belt* You?d better. It?s the only way you or anyone else is going to have a chance of ever taking this belt from me.

Matt: *grinning* You know Tyrenus believes the title should already be his. Burden is hungry for it. As for me? I?d just enjoy getting the win over you, title or not.

Griffen narrows his eyes, his grin growing broader.

Matt: Tell you what. How about we have a bit of a friendly wager on our match against ?The Heartless? and ?The Forsaken.?

Phoenix: A wager? I haven?t had one of those since the million times we embarrassed Soulfly and the FIRM.

Griffen walks to Phoenix.

Matt: How about if I get the win?

Griffen leans forward and whispers in his friend?s ear.

Matt: *speaking loud enough for the camera* And if you get the win?

Griffen reverts back to the whisper, whatever it is he?s saying drawing a smile from Phoenix. The big guy backs away and steps toward an open locker where he pulls out a black leather jacket.

Matt: So what do you say?

Phoenix: You?re on! And you?re going to lose that bet!

Matt: Nope. Won?t happen.

Cliff: What?s going to happen if you both lose your match at Mass Khaos?

Phoenix and Griffen slowly turn and stare holes into Hawke, who manages to keep a straight face only for a few moments, then laughs at their expressions.

Matt: *shrugging on his jacket* So, now, what should we say to those two?

Phoenix: You know, they say a picture is worth a thousand words. So here?s two thousand for Salazar.

The screen changes to show a side-by-side shot of Phoenix pinning Salazar. Twice.

Phoenix: Two times you?ve faced my Salazar. And two times you failed to get the job done. The first time I was hurt and Jace Mingla was the referee, and yet you STILL couldn?t take me down. And the second? Well, let?s just say that match went nine minutes too long.

Phoenix walks offscreen.

Matt: And don?t think I?ve forgotten about you Salazar. Were you so embarrassed by losing to Lady Hawke that you had to stoop to getting yourself disqualified? It?s not embarrassing to lose to your better Salazar. I?ve beaten bigger, stronger, tougher opponents than you. Except they?ve had more spine.

Matt regards the camera coolly.

Matt: Along for the ride is Tobias Burden. Tobias, you?ve come a long way without Violent Reaction. A year ago, who would have thought you would be on your way back to MegaBowl challenging for the biggest prize in the game? But you have a problem. Well, you have three problems. You have Salazar, who we know hates you. You have me, who gave you respect, but doesn?t necessarily like you. And you have Phoenix, the top of the heap.

Phoenix walks back onscreen, now in baggy fire print workout pants, his ?FMP? vest, and PowerGear black mask.

Phoenix: And Phoenix doesn?t like anybody.

Matt looks at him in fake shock.

Matt: Hey!

Phoenix: Ah ESPECIALLY you. I never liked you.

Lady Hawke reappears in a black leather outfit that matches Matt?s ring attire with muscle shirt and jacket.

Matt: Oh that?s ok. I know SOMEONE that likes me just fine.

The two embrace, and Phoenix shields his eyes.

Phoenix: EWW! ICKY ICKY COOTIES!

Aello: I hope that?s not the same reaction you plan to give me?

Phoenix turns to see Aello putting underneath her feathered ball mask. He takes in the fact that she?s now in a loose cloth miniskirt and a midriff baring cutoff sleeveless sweatshirt.

Phoenix: Uhhhh huhhuhuhuhuuhuh?

Matt shakes his head and turns to the camera.

Matt: So unprofessional. Guys, listen. Mass Khaos is coming up and you two won?t be but a memory once you come face to face with Section 8. More importantly, I?m betting you two know it. But you?ll deny it, like so many others. And that?s going to be your downfall. This team is too solid to be broken apart by the end result of me leaving MegaBowl V with the title-

Phoenix has grabbed his saddlebags and coat, and tosses the title over Matt?s shoulder as Aello struts out of the room.

Phoenix: Hell buddy, I like you. You can have it now!

Phoenix runs out the door, leaving Matt holding the ?Fiery? belt.

Matt: Some people! Always thinking with their-

Lady Hawke grabs Matt by the head and pulls his face to hers, kissing him deeply. As she slowly releases him, he realizes the camera is still there.

Matt: Why are you still here?? Get outta here!!

Fade.

[T-Money]

-The unpredictable rains only help the speed of the vehicle, raging out of the metropolis and towards less sparse regions. The sound of the thunderstorm outside hasn?t invaded the interior of the car, but cigarette smoke is thick inside, while the driver coughs, his eyes blood red but resolutely he holds onto the wheel haggard with pain. Other cars are forced to move out of the way as he slides and twists around to go faster and faster towards the horizon. On the intersection, he turns a sharp corner and slows the car?

In the haze, can be made out a compound some three hundred meters away, its pike gates staring menacingly at the countryside. He drives towards the gate, screeching the car to a halt and clicking the door open, grabbing his jacket. He searches inside the jacket, finding a silver hawk-like badge and kisses it, closing his eyes and then proceeding towards the gate in between the storm.

Little does he notice that another car is parked not too far away, a black Chevy, rusted and beaten down. Stomping towards the gate he looks inside the compound, not a soul in sight. Pulling out a bunch of keys from his jeans pocket, he unlocks the gate and pushes it open, an irritating screech is drowned out by the boom of lightning.

It?s even darker inside the compound; a large old building on the left side casts a menacing glare across the infinite mounds lined up in the area. Tobias Burden glances from side to side, making sure nobody is around to cause problems. The Heartless One carefully walks towards the mounds, his direction already set to one in the far left quadrant of the burial grounds. He arrives at one particular gravestone which reads:

? HERE LIES CRAVEN BURDEN
1975-2001
FOREVER BRAVE?

-A small tear drops from his eyes, not visible as the rain pours over his jacket, his boots covered in mud. Burden kneels beside the grave, placing the silver hawk in front of it, watching without expression. A perverse calmness starts to seep in?but he doesn?t even notice?-

Voice: So nice of you to join us?

-His muscles clench, right hand going to the knife tucked behind the jeans pocket. Tobias sharply turns around and sees a figure standing in front of him, draped in a black trench coat, a gleam of silver on the neck.-

Tobias: I swear to god I----

Voice: I?m sure you will.

-Burden sees the calmness in the voice and releases the hold on the knife, sparing a glance at the silver hawk before standing back up and facing up to the figure.-

Tobias: You?ve got guts coming here Salazar. When I said I?d kill you? I meant it, and I have no hesitation.

-The Heartless One stares a hole through Salazar, who stands there, smiling wolfishly back at Tobias?-

Salazar: You don?t think I came prepared? I did Burden?but it would be too poetic to bury you where your brother was buried too. I don?t fulfill destiny, I create?in your case you have been spared.

Tobias: You?re getting close to the time the bells toll Salazar?and there is nothing to spare you.

Salazar: I am?but I?d rather go to my grave having journeyed to Eden and you seem continuously clash on that objective?you know what awaits then don?t you?

Tobias: Enlighten me?I dare you.

-The Forsaken loses the smile, giving a dangerous glare at Tobias who stares back unperturbed, Salazar almost lunges but controls himself before turning his back on Burden.-

Salazar: (Whispering) These bastards in the federation know what they?re doing. Bringing me to team with you?that?s never going to work, I?d rather mutilate your body than give a damn about Section 8 and their little Sesame Street puppet game.

-Burden walks up to Salazar, refraining from choking out his nemesis.-

Tobias: The only reason I am even going to show up at Mass Khaos is to damage all of my potential threats and that includes you?I truly hope you aren?t forsaken enough to think I?ll make a truce with you.

Salazar: Don?t get too imaginative.

Tobias: Why not? that's your fucking thing, isn't it? Playing, make-believing, using your goddamn imagination? Tell me I'm wrong...

-Venom fills the Forsaken One's gaze.-

Salazar: You're wro-

Tobias: Fuck you, Salazar, fuck you and your pathetic, puny little wannabe mindgames, I'm not wrong and we both know it. It's just that something's so fundamentally fucked in your head and you just refuse to admit it!

-Much to the Heartless One's shock, Salazar turns his back to him and puts his arms behind his head, lacing his fingers together.-

Salazar: Then, seeing what a sober individual you are Toby, go ahead, use your common sense and MAKE me admit it, make me see the errors of my ways and make me see that my Dark Eden is fake. Go ahead, kill me, just like those bikers did to your brother, poor, poor Craven.

-At that Tobias becomes a blur as he slides his right leg in between Salazar's, hooking his right leg, and attempts to shove him forward, The Forsaken One is quick though and retrieves a knife of his own in the blink of an eye, he turns to hold steel up to the larynx of his adversary, and ironically, his soon to be partner. Tobias has his own blade levelled much the same way.-

Tobias: If I kill you, here and now, you Dark Eden is gone, and your illusion turns to dust...

Salazar: As does your chance at immortality, no?

Tobias: If there is such a thing as the spirit world, I think my soul could content itself with the denial of your own goals...

Salazar: ... But would your son's?

-In a flash both men grasp there opponents' knife with their free hand, eventually throwing each other away.-

Tobias: Right now I'm barely tolerating the fact that you even showed up here, but if you mention my fucking son one more time I'll-

Salazar: What? You'll what? The kid is dead and you're the one who's dwelling on it and-

Tobias: You don't know shit Sal. And speaking of showing up here, WHY the fuck are you here?

-At that, a smirk covers Salazar's face.-

Salazar: Finally, a piece of this conversation that matters... more about Mass Kha-

Tobias: I've told you all I'm goin' to say about it Sal, I ain't lookin' to win and walk around celebrating and talkin' about some bullshit fantasy land with you, I ain't cooperatin' with ya', I'm not even sure if I should step between the ropes with you to meet our opponents, I'm goin' in there to hurt people, all my potential opponents at Megabowl, you came here for something else... how the fuck did you find this place anyways... I told everyone I was an only child...

-At this Salazar laughs, and begins pacing around the Heartless One slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse.-

Salazar: All this time you thought you were so secretive, eh? You're still a part of the system Tobias, just a mere pond in humanity, not willing to fight against it like I do. And since you're part of the system, you're therefore easy to learn about... all you have to know is where to look...

-Salazar is now standing right behind Tobias, his voice a furious whisper.-

Salazar: Tobias Felix Burden... father Dave Burden and mother Julia Smythe, older brother Craven, deceased at twenty six, coincidentally what you are right now, no? That'll make it so much more fulfilling when I kill you next month...

-Burden's body is nearly shaking with rage but he continues to reign it in... the sparse light casts dark shadown across his face as Salazar continues speaking...-

Salazar: Grew up in east LA, earned high school diploma, apparently very good in English and physical education, including being the captain of the lacrosse team. Oh... and does the name Tony ring a bell?

-Tobias turns around in a flurry of movement as the Forsaken One almost leaps back out of striking range, a sick smile playing across his face.-

Salazar: Heh... apparently you do-

Tobias: The fuck do you know about Tony?

Salazar: Oh... not much, he's been in the Keith Garret center for abused children a LOT, got tossed out of there at sixteen and hasn't been heard that much from except from the odd police report, the kid's a whackj-

Tobias: Shut the fuck and step outside, NOW!

-The heavier man stalks angrily forward, Salazar retreating with each step until they're both once again standing out in underneath the grey sky.-

Tobias: You've pushed my fuckin' patience Sal, if you kill me so be it but I'm gonna gut you-

Salazar: With what knife?

-The question is rhetorical, as just as he says it he produces two knives, one his own, and one Tobias', apparently having pilfered the second blade away from him while he mocked him...-

Salazar: This knife...?

-The grin on his face grows ever wider as he holds the blade in front of his face, examining it, Tobias stands, unnarmed, but ready to attempt to fight back should Salazar feel the need to put an end to him right then and there...-

Tobias: You're a coward if you kill me here Sal...

Salazar: I won't need a knife to end you, fool-

Tobias: Ha... considering the last time we met I knocked you out.

-The Forsaken One grimaces at the mention of his New Era loss... and gives his opponent a dark look past the silver of the blade.-

Salazar: ... you won't be able to next time...

-At this a smug grin covers Tobias' face.-

Tobias: Oh no? And why not?

-To Burden's shock, the other man grins back, Salazar turns and flings Tobias' knife into the ground, blade meets dirt and the hilt stands proudly in the air, almost as if it were some sort of sick memorial. The Forsaken One turns and begins to walks away, back to his truck which is parked at the side of the rode... he calls out behins him as he leaves.-

Salazar: Because you've found your heart again...

-The Heartless One bends over to retrieve his knife and slips it into his back pocket... he lifts up a rock off the ground while he's down there and stares at it absently... he hears the sound of Salazar's truck kicking back... all of a sudden a look of pure frustration and rage fill his eyes and he turns and throws the rock at the Forsaken One's retreating trucking... it smashes clean through the back window... but yet, the truck does not slow, and continues driving away, leaving one man alone with his thoughts...-

[Legendary]

Off Camera said:

The scene opens up in a very good looking diner. The diner is quite empty with only a few people in it. Sitting at one of the tables is a man in his mid-twenties wearing a puffy jacket labeled, ?Sean John?, a famous clothing line by rapper Sean ?P. Diddy? Combs. The man looks very tired and looks at his watch. He is obviously waiting for someone. He shakes his head then gets up of his chair and is about to leave?

Voice: Where are you going Nick?

The man named Nick turns around to see TKOW Superstar Chris Prince standing there wearing a Megabowl V T-Shirt.

Nick: What the fuck to so long? I was waiting here for half an hour.

Chris: Settle down man. I just received the package for the next TKOW Mass Khaos.

Nick: Are you going to be in it this time?

Chris: Sit down and I?ll tell you.

Both men sit down at the table and Chris puts the pamphlet on the table labeled ?TKOW Mass Khaos 6/14/06.?

Nick: Who are you up against?

Nick grabs the pamphlet and reads through it and looks for Chris? name.

Chris: Some new signee Bryant McCoy. You know that guy in FTWO?s training fed RIW.

Nick: This guy?s in training? This will be a cake walk for you! Haha!

Chris: Yeah I hope so. He doesn?t look that intimidating but hell you never know what he can do. But hell after that beating at New Era Cypher gave me, I have to rebound back with a win. Shit man I hope this guy looks as easy as he does, so I won?t have to do shit top beat him.

Nick: You got this one Chris no problem. You got this in the bag. Oh and I need to ask you, why the fuck weren?t you booked for the last two shows?

Chris: Oh that, well at New Era I got whooped so bad Power didn?t know what to do with me. Then last show I don?t know man, they just didn?t call me.

Nick: Yeah whatever. Who cares once you beat Bryan McFag?s ass at Mass Khaos you?ll build momentum and you will be unstoppable in TKOW.

Chris: Shit which reminds me I have a promo to do in half an hour man.

Nick: I?m coming to watch man. I wanna see you rip apart this Bryant McCoy.

All of a sudden and fine looking waitress comes and asks for their order.

Chris: Actually we were just leaving, sorry.

The waitress walks away with a smug look on her face.

Chris: All right Nick let?s go. It?ll take me half an hour to get back home.

They get up walk out the door. Chris and Nick are shown walking towards Chris? Lamborghini Diablo. They get in and the scene fades.

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The scene fades back in at Chris? gigantic mansion. A Lamborghini Diablo pulls into the driveway, in fact the same one Chris and Nick were in earlier. Nick and Chris get out of the car and walk into Chris?s house.

Chris: Nick I need you to be my camera man. All you have to do is press record when I start and press it again when I stop.

Nick: I?m up for it man I?m totally up for it.

They continued to walk through the enormous house until they reached a door into a plain room. A camera is on a tripod just sitting there. Nick moves behind the camera and Chris walks in front of it. Nick signals it?s rolling and Chris looks ready to speak to his opponent.

?Welcome TKOW fans. The most hated fans in the world. I would like to thank T.H. Power for finally booking me into a show. Finally I get a chance to redeem myself after losing to that punk Cypher. I get a chance to show T.H. Power what Chris Prince is really about. Not that pussy shit from New Era. No this is Chris Prince, the ?Legendary? Chris Prince in fact. And in the second Meet Your Maker Match, Chris Prince will come out on top and show Bryant McCoy that he will regret joining the Most Hated Fed on the planet. Bryant McCoy I will show you what the meaning of Legendary is you snot nosed punk.?

?Now I heard a couple Mass Khaos? ago that there will be a huge King of Submissions Invitational at the biggest Pay Per View in wrestling history, Megabowl V. Now all I have to say is, I?m in. Now it?s up to you T.H. Power to decide if you should put me in this Invitational or not. You see Mr. Power I?m a master of submissions. It?s what I do. It?s why I got into wrestling. To watch people scream in pain as I rip them apart limb from limb, while watching them tap out furiously. It?s what I do Mr. Power, it?s what I do.?

?Now enough about Megabowl V, time to talk about Mass Khaos, or more specifically Bryan McCoy. Bryant you may think you?re the shit now since you beat that loser Jason Blade. That idiot got lost to the arena when I was scheduled to wrestle him. You got lucky Bryant, for getting such an easy opponent. Now it?ll be harder Bryant, it will. I?m Chris Prince, the future of TKOW. You Bryant, are the future of that second rate fed FTWO. You know what, they?ll treat you like shit there, just like they did to me. They?ll make you job to someone just because they like seeing the newcomers get their asses beat on. Bryant soon you?ll regret the day you signed with FTWO, I know I did.?

?Bryant TKOW is nothing like FTWO. TKOW has no limits. No pussy wrestling crap. This is the most hated fed on the planet, they don?t take pussies! Now Bryant, I hope you?re ready to tap at Mass Khaos, because I?m ready to make you. Bryant I will give you a taste of what will happen to all the competitors in the Invitational. I WILL MAKE YOU TAP OUT!?

?Bryant be ready for Mass Khaos, and good luck, because you?re going to be hit with something?..?

Chris looks up at the camera.

??.Legendary.?

CLICK

[Outer Force]

The cameras start to roll to show Pender, who's decked out in a blue shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts, standing infront of a window. He looks down from his appartment to the streets below with a calm tone in his face. He looks over at the cameras though the corner of his right eye and starts to speak with a soft tone.

Pender: Its so convient, isn't it Aaron? You come off of a loss to someone that I lost to as well, and now you deal with me.

Pender looked back down at the street below, but shortly after doing so, he took his left hand and combed his purple hair back behind his left ear. He chuckled slightly and started to speak again, with the same tone.

Pender: I'm not like others around here, Aaron. I wasn't around when you had your first run here. But, I've heard alot about you. Multiple timed champion and a legend in your own reigh. But that means nothing when we fight.

Pender turns to face the cameras, a slight smirk appears across his face as he starts to speak.

Pender: I've changed. I'm no longer the lackey of Ghalleon, after what I've seen my cousins go through. Now that I'm with them and we're united, we're stronger than ever. This.....gives me an advantage over you Aaron.

Pender cocks his head back slightly and looks down at the camera with a stern look upon his face. His smile deepens slightly as he starts to speak with a slight angered tone in his voice.

Pender: The Golden Boyz might have tried to end me, and I'm sure they would have if they wanted to. But like them, Aaron, you're nothing. A gutless coward that didn't deserve what you got! Aaron, you're a great athleate, but thats where the compliments end.

He pauses for a second and lifts his right arm up to his chin and strokes it slightly

Pender: I've got finess, skill, good looks and a great head of hair. What do you have? That two bit woman and the first two letters of a fast food chain. Pathetic!

He lowers his hand and then folds his arms on his chest and cocks his head to the left this time.

Pender: Think of it this way, Aaron, you're not only fighting myself, but my cousins, Johann and Lisa as well. You're not fighting just 'Pender', but the whole Southgate Family. I'll make sure that you won't make it to Megabowl, little lone out of the arena by yourself.

He begins to chuckle slightly as he walks towards the camera a few steps. He stops and returns his head to normal position. From there he stares deep into the camera and speaks with a low tone once again.

Pender: Its all over for you once I nail you with the Starshock or lock in the Vortex Break. I'm going to make you wish you didn't return, Aaron....

The camera starts to fade out as Pender continues to stare into its lens.

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is standing infront of the camera in his locker room, Bob has the Television Title, which he has now "Hardcored Up" again, hanging over his shoulder. He is also wearing a smart black suite and pair of shades.

Lancelot: Cypher. I beat you last week 1...2...3..... now this week, you expect me to be scared of you just because you now go by the name of "The Ice Man"?? You expect me to be scared of a walking snowman?? Meh, you're new moniker is as pathetic as you are.
You really do confuse me, Ice Man. I mean last week you headed on down to Seasame Street to get your ass handed to you by a bunch of muppets, now this week you are acting all cool, going by the name of The Ice Man. Do you have split personality syndrome or something? And there is no way, for my own personal safety that I am stepping into the ring with an insane person....now I made an exception to that rule when I faced Carpenter - but I was young and stupid back then.......but damn Cypher, I'm seriously concerned about your wellfare here, so concerned infact I've contracted in a pshyciatrist to help access your mental situation. So without further adew, let me introduce to you Dr.L Unatic!!

A elderly doctor wearing a long white coat and a pair of spectacles with curly grey hair hobbles onto the camera. His is shaking with frailty and is obviously not all there mentally.

Dr. L Unatic: Umm Ummm Err Err Ummm Errr. Iceeee Mannnn???? Ummm Umm.....Iceee?? Icceee?? Baby???? Iceee Iccceeee???

Lancelot: Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum.

Dr. L Unatic: To meeeee..........I thinkkkk that thiiisss Iceeee Mannnnnnn is crr crr crrr aa aa aaaaa zzzzzyyyyyyyy.

Lancelot: There we have it folks! Scientific proof that Cypher is not mentally fit to participate in the match at Mass Khaos. So with that being said - I'm not fightying you! You may be bringing someone special to the arena for Mass Khaos, but so am I, thats right - I am getting my good friend Dr. L Unatic here to send five of his best assaylumn guards to the arena on Wednesday and they will escort one Cypher "The Ice Man" - Whatever your last name is - to the place where he rightfully belongs - The Insane Assaylumn, safe away from me, safe away from my Television Title, safe away from the arena, and then I will just bath in the glory that is my Television Championship, whilst you rot in a padded cell for the rest of your life. You crazy bastard.

Lancelot grins as the camera goes off the air.

[Isnear]

The scene opens to a darkened room. There are no windows, no light fixtures, only a small candle burning in the background. The camera slowly begins to move around the room, discovering the door in the far corner. As it passes through the doorway and into a similar room, a dark shadow can be seen standing in the distance. Suddenly, the lights kick on, flooding the room and revealing Bryant McCoy with his back towards the camera. He quickly turns around, displaying a bright red shirt with the word ?Punk? written in white. He smiles into the camera

Bryant: Ah, Mr. Prince, I?ve been waiting to address you face to face for quite some time now. And now, after hearing your comments to me a few days ago, I now get my chance to rant. Hopefully, I?ll do it better than you. Then again?who couldn?t?

He runs his hands across the word on his shirt as if trying to model it for the camera

Bryant: Punk, Mr. Prince. That?s what you called me, wasn?t it? Actually, I suppose the full term was ?snot nosed punk.? But I?m not the only punk in your verbal attack, now am I? No no, for Cypher too was labeled one. Interesting. You see, this raises two very curious questions.

First, is ?punk? the only offensive word you have in your short vocabulary? Of all the comebacks and insults in the world, is that the best one you can do? Am I not worthy enough to deserve a DIFFERENT word than Cypher. Are we both doomed to be forever punks in the world of Legendary Princes?

He chuckles

Bryant: Secondly?call me crazy, but it deems noting. Cypher beat your ASS last time. Seriously. He spanked you like two sluts in a porn store closet. *Laughs* And yet, you still have the guts to call him nothing but a punk? Well then I suppose I should be flattered. Perhaps you are finally starting to realize that you have no chance against me. Because if one punk whipped your ass, then imagine what this punk is going to do to you, under the exact same circumstances.

The ?Legendary? Prince! Who have you faced that deems you worthy of such a title? Unless you consider being a loser something that?s legendary?I fail to see your point. I suppose you could be a Legendary Loser, but that?s about it.

He pulls out a small red ball from his pocket

Bryant: I almost feel like I?m dealing with some cartoon figure. Recognize this ball, homie? After all, you sound like a Legendary Princemon. Gotta catch em? all, right?

He chuckles, tossing the ball back over his shoulder

Bryant: Face it, Prince. You?re a no-talent, low-rate, low-life. And come this Wednesday, you ARE going to Meet Your Maker! So make peace with your God, Prince. Tidy up your Pokeball. For when you step into the ring against this Legend Killer?.

He steps in close to the camera, allowing only his face to be seen close-up

Bryant: You?re about to get?.PUNKED.

He pushes the camera man away, causing him to fall over, sending the camera into static.

[T-Money]

We see a man, sitting quietly in a desolate area, to clarify, twenty feet by twenty feet of canvas battle area. Surrounded by almost unbreakable rubber covered cable. That area, that battlezone, is known popularly among the fans and workers of prowrestling as a ring... the squared circle, the end-all, be-all of where a professional wrestler's life becomes the stuff of legend, all between those ropes...-

-... At least... usually...-

-Hence, the man seated silently finds himself in an out-of-ring situation from which he can never escape... creeping silently towards him, and another, which will have their war, their ultimate confrontation, in every place but that ring...-

-... But this is here and is not yet that time, nor is it the next Mass Khaos, though it does appear to be in the same ring which the next Mass Khaos will take place, organizers and physical laborers can be seen dutifully performing their assigned tasks in the background for the big show.-

-Yet none of it fazes the man seated dead center of the ring, he doesn't blink, nor does he bat an eyelash, his eyes remain glazed, staring into nothingness, never focusing, but yet, never getting so out of focus so as to cross or go buggy. Despite the spotlights testing around him he does not sweat, not one bead of perspiration forms upon his visage, nothing to bother or disturb him...-

Unknown male voice: Hey asshole!

-Well, maybe just one thing... with a blink the man's concentration is gone, he looks around stunned, his face frustrated that somebody would shatter his train of thought.-

Unknown male voice: I'm talking to you Sal!

-Salazar shoves himself to his feet, turning to look outside of the ring, he spots a man walking through half stacks of chairs and past some vendors discussing hot dog prices. The man is clad in a white wifebeater and a pair of khaki shorts, an ornage bandana covering his forehead as his worn in dust colored Lugz boots carry him towards the ring.-

Salazar: Ah... Tobias, what an unexpected surprise, come to ask me more about your own family?

Tobias: Can't let you have a moment of peace and quiet while they're all robbed from me, shit-brick, let alone after you took over a week of sleep from me...

-Salazar sticks his hands out in a mock gesture reminiscent of a guilty child trying to look innocent.-

Salazar: Who me? Perhaps it's just your guilt...

Tobias: And perhaps the brakes in your fuckin' piece of shit truck won't work on the way back to you hotel room tonight.

-A moment of silence passes, Salazar's face, slowly and surely begins to break out into a huge grin, then he finally gives in and starts laughing.-

Salazar: You try something like that, that's pretty good...

-Burden stands beside the ring, glaring up into the eyes of the Forsaken One.-

Tobias: Because you know I'm not a chicken shit like you, I'd prefer to-

Salazar: Nope... the real reason you wouldn't do something like that is because you're too fucking nice, oh MISTER 'Heartless'.

-At the condescending tone of Salazar's voice, Tobias winces, then narrows his gaze.-

Salazar: 'Heartless' hahaha... hmmm... that's a good one, admit it, the last time you were truly Heartless was the last time you faced me, ever since it has been a cakewalk, right? No reason to be Heartless... how pathetic, it has only been a month and you've already lost that dangerous edge that made you such an entertaining opponent-

Tobias: You fucking know that I'm gonna give you more than enough entertainment at Mass Khaos-

Salazar: You got 'er partner!

-The comment is completely out of character and seethes with sarcasm, drawing an annoyed look from Tobias, while Salazar mocks a friendly grin and sticks his right hand out for a handshake... Tobias doesn't respond to the offering.-

Salazar: That's right, you seem to have forgotten, right Tobias? We're partners, against a mutual enemy, so you should learn to play nice. Besides... you're avoiding the Heartless questio-

Tobias: Why would I try to find a fuckin' heart Salazar!?! Huh!? I've told you, my son was my heart, he's fuckin' dead, what else do you expect me to do?! I say what I mean Sal, I don't use double entendres or bible readings to get my point across, I'm not like you, I'm not looking for a Dark Eden...

-A moment of silence passes. Burden looks down at the concrete in contemplation, where mats will be placed soon enough. Salazar stands resolute, silently observing Tobias with piercing glares.-

Salazar: So convenient isn?t it? Do you even know what it is Burden?! It?s not?only mine?it?s everyone?s Eden?I call it ?dark? because that?s my version. Every human being, more importantly every soul in this federation?their dreams?their dreams come in different forms. For bitches like Griffen and Phoenix it?s materialistic, their primitive little life goals, being handed things on a silver platter and bickering amongst themselves over such irrelevant little shit. At this rate they?ll never know how fate will twist their dreams into nightmares, and it?s going to feel so vindictive?and that?s Eden.

But the dream for me?its much more painful and at the same time filled with much ecstasy. For me it?s the zenith of my being?it?s that next level, a terrible, truly terrible place to go?but its appealing, Tobias. IT?S APPEALING. For you?not having a heart is your biggest detriment Tobias?because you can?t even think right you little lunatic. Do you think you?re really getting on my nerves asshole? HUH?!!

Tobias: You know what? FUCK YOU. I don?t care about your fucking emotions I AM SICK OF IT?just like I don?t give a damn about your principles. You know its coming Salazar?when Megabowl rolls around you?re not going to be talking like this?your fucking life will be on the line and you?re going to try and bring every fucking thing you have left in your mutated body. You know what? I AM IN THAT MINDSTATE ALREADY! I?ve been in it for months?years?if its not you, it will be Phoenix or Matt Griffen?I?m done choosing sides, I pick my own battles to fight?and I?ve picked to fulfill my promise to you?and your nerves will be twisted in half and defunct.

-There is another huge moment of silence, Tobias? outburst seems to have turned the eyes of the workers at ringside while Salazar only looks, unmoving towards Burden, who puts a hand on the ringpost for a hold.-

Tobias: Count your days?and tell Griffen and Phoenix to count theirs as well, because I see no colors, I see no feelings?I see vengeance.

Salazar: You truly mean your words? I saw a glimpse of you Burden?but you haven?t seen a thing yet. You haven?t seen a damn thing, Phoenix hasn?t, Griffen hasn?t?Their blood is on YOU. You were the one, that re-awakened the thirst?and now its insatiable, I share your feelings?I don?t care?I don?t care about your personal pitfalls Burden?when we get in that ring?I won?t be at your side?I?ll be the grim reaper, analyzing the plans of your death, because the meek shall inherit the Earth?and the strong will lead, so you play out your weaknesses Burden, you say you?re in that violent state already? Hear my words?I?m loving every moment of it, man. HOW DOES IT FEEL? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE SO DEEP IN SHIT?

-Burden looks up at Salazar, on the verge of lunging into the ring, an absolutely chaotic expression on his face, his eyes twitching and staring holes through The Forsaken One.-

Tobias: What the hell do you mean?

Salazar: How does it feel to know that hope and goodness has left you completely?

-Tobias feels the force of the words, looking away from Salazar and at his own palms, which shrink into fists, he looks back at Salazar?smiling wickedly.-

Tobias: It feels adequate enough? to take your life.

-Salazar looks at Burden blankly.-

Salazar: When that feeling runs out?.let me know.

-Burden looks at Salazar, the smile fading?-

Tobias: I?ll burn if I have to?what?s left to affect me? I?ll burn?and I?ll get you all in the process.

-Burden turns and storms off, not looking back once while Salazar stands, way more serious than before?-

Salazar: (Whispering): Welcome to my world?

The Forsaken looks at the exit where Burden?s figure disappears into the black and he looks up at the arena lights, raising his arms into the air and letting the moment enrich him. But the figure hasn?t left, he?s still peering from the back intently?-

[Harpuia]

Cypher sits down on his sofa and turns off the TV, just finished watching Bob Lancelot's promo... looking rather dazed and confused...

Cypher: What... the hell... was that? You left so many holes in that promo you and the doctor look like Swiss cheese... speaking of which, after I'm done shutting you up I better go get myself some of that.

First off, it's "The Ice Soldier" not "The Ice Man", get it right. I'm not some abominable snowman, bitch. I eat those guys for breakfast. And where the hell did you get my ass being handed to me in Sesame Street? I set muppets on fire, made them shoot themselves, and scored three points on one of them in a game of football, then again they were the ball, but whatever.

You talk like someone who really has no life. Maybe that's why you're trying to take pieces of mine. You're jealous that I don't have a he-male for a girlfriend, you're jealous that I keep getting title shot after title shot and at least I win a few. I tend to move UP in the world and become a main eventer in fed after fed, while you're stuck in the crap rut of the midcard division. You want to see intense? I promise you, you're dealing with a different Cypher this time around...

Cypher takes off his glasses and turns serious again.

Cypher: And I sure as fuck don't give a damn what a crackpot doctor from Crazy Go Nuts University is gonna say about that. 48 hours is all you're gonna have left with the Television Title. And when I'm done with you, I'll walk out the new TKOW Television Champion, and unlike last show, your girlfriend Claire will leave the arena... well... topless.

...Then again, I'll be doing a favor for the audience won't I?

And better yet, you won't fight me? Good. Then I'll just beat your sorry ass down like the Hardcore Porn Bitch you are and take the belt the easy way. Thanks for making my job that much more simpler.

And then, after you... I'll be taking the last stop of this train, by crushing Eric Mitchell...

Two bastards to go... and one title to gain...

You're mine Softcore Superstar. You'll see what hardcore REALLY is this Wednesday...

[Fade.]

[Legendary]

The scene opens up is a very dark room. Little is seen in the room but man about 6 feet tall, average body build and TKOW Most Hated T-Shirt. He is wearing a blue pair of jeans and has a pissed off look in his face. He is sitting on a chair staring straight at the camera. The light at the top of the room starts to flicker rapidly as Chris Prince begins to speak.

Chris: Now, now Bryant you getting all sad because I called you a punk. Is the little baby gonna cry? Maybe after I kick your ass in the ring on Wednesday we can talk a walk to see your whore of a mother. Bryant you?re right I did call Cypher a punk because he is one. He?s an overrated superstar. Just like you. Bryant you seem to have one many titles in? what?s that fed called again? Oh yeah it?s called XOW. Too bad it?s a pathetic indy fed. The best competition there was the infamous Gorrilla War Lords and trust me they were pathetic wrestlers.

Now Mr. McFag. How would you like the way I make you tap this Wednesday huh? Would you like a Prince Lock or do you want we to snap your neck when I lock in a cross face and use a kendo stick? That?s what it?s going to be like for all the participants in the HPWA King of Submissions Invitational.

Bryant McCoy you?re so high on yourself I bet you won?t even have the balls to face Cypher in the ring. You?re all talk but no action. Seriously, who did you beat last week? Oh yeah you beat some jobber named Jason Blade. Hey I went through that stage too. I beat a jobber in my first match. Then I lost my next match, which is the exact same thing that will happen to you.

Chris get?s off is chair and kicks it out of the way.

Chris: Now Bryant come this Wednesday you?re going to get a little taste of what you?re going to get if you?re in that Invitational. You?re my tune up match for Megabowl. Bryant you?re going to be the stepping stone on my way to the top of this company. TKOW will be in the palm of my hand in a few months. I will be the King of Submissions. Because I am the King. I?m the legendary king.

Bryant McCoy you better be ready at Mass Khaos on June 14th, 2006?

The camera zooms in with a close up on Chris?s face.

Chris: Because you?re going to be hit with something?.

Legendary.

Fade.

Edited by Legendary, 12 June 2006 - 07:23 PM.