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[TKOW Board]

The dropouts;

Robert Hunglestein III
Jay St Clair
Aaron Mc
Bryant McCoy
Amy Chastaine
Kid Styles
Jace Mingla
Bob Lancelot


The participants;

Adrian Tanner
Rising Sun
Bryant McCoy
Amy Chastaine
Kid Styles
Jace Mingla
Bob Lancelot
Eric Mitchell


The matches;

Adrain Tanner & The Rising Sun

vs

Jace Mingla & Bob Lancelot



Amy Chastaine & Eric Mitchell

vs

Kid Styles & Bryant McCoy



The winners will enter a four corner elimination submissions match (due to the lack of writers).

The first promo you will submit will be PM'd to the TKOW Board username, and then moved into this thread on the first deadline date. You will then have until the 2nd deadline to post up to two response promos within this promo thread. The matches will be revealed after the first deadline.

[Onslaught]

[We see nothing but a side view of a ring. Everything around the ring is covered in shadow. The ring has a bright radiant beam of light shining down upon it. And in the center of the ring a man sits on a metal folding chair. The camera drifts in closer. Slowly, we make out the logo on the mat. SWAT. And the man seated in the middle of the ring?

Jace Mingla.

His head is down, and in his lap is the Rocky Mountain Region Hardway title. Without raising his head, he begins to speak. All the while, the light cascading down on him gives the eerie impression of divinity.]

Jace: If feels like I?m coming full circle?

[He slowly picks his head up. The same pale blue eyes. The same chiseled features. But now, contrary to the desperation we saw in him after his catastrophic loss at Megabowl last year, there is something else swimming in those savage eyes.

Control.
Power.
Confidence.]

Jace: I?m coming back?.for one night?.to the organization that gave me my big break. I?m coming back for the King of Submissions invitational?.

?.and I?m coming back?.ONLY to show TKOW all they lost.

[Jace leans back in his chair, nonchalantly, and tosses the title over his shoulder.]

Jace: TKOW?as far as I?m concerned?you let me slip right through your fingers. You undervalued me?.dismissed me as an eccentric?.someone who could reach the upper card, but was somehow never worthy of the ?big one?. Hell, in the entire time I was in TKOW, do you know what the closest I EVER came to that title was? A first contendors match at Megabowl against Phoenix, which was the biggest and most disgusting clusterfuck I have ever had the misfortune of witnessing, much less being a part of. Maybe you were afraid of my violent streak?.maybe you just didn?t have the balls to push a guy like me?.or maybe?.just maybe?.you knew that if I ever got my hands on that belt nothing would claw it from my grasp!

[Jace touches his title]

Jace: Now?look at this. I haven?t even been in SWAT a fraction of the time I have been in TKOW and I fucking own the Rocky Mountain Region! I?m the Hardway Champion! And now, I?m right back where I belong?on a pedestal fit for a God at the top of my region?s hierarchy! Looks like the second time was a charm. SWAT is a fed that knows how its bread is buttered?it knows what people truly want. And what people truly want?.is me. What people want is a manifestation of their most primal instincts?the lust for power over others. The desire to step on and over others in their quest for the top. The ability to enact one?s will without guilt or remorse. Humans are very simple animals.

But, like I said?.TKOW never seemed to pick up on that little fact. Oh no?.TKOW saw fit to make a star out of, no pun intended, Jason Starr. My?my?.my?.what an epic title reign THAT was. Hmmmm?

?.allow me to let TKOW in on a little secret. Your beloved Jason Starr? Nothing but a trumped up marketing gimmick. Some random tool that management must have protected as a means of drawing attention to TKOW as it continued to DIE on the inside. And would you like to know why I?m so confident of this fact? Well, not too long ago, I was involved in a battle royale in SWAT. Jason Starr showed up at that match. And while I was throwing bodies over the top rope, do you know what Jason Starr?THE TKOW GOD?was doing?

Jack and shit. In fact, the most important thing he did that entire match was get tossed over the top rope and onto his ass by me! Do you people get it now? Do you understand what you passed up?! Heh?you will. Come the Invitational at Megabowl?.you will?

Jace stands up and glares at the camera.

Jace: But?I digress. I know all of this self-aggrandizement is tedious. I mean, Jesus, I am in SWAT?and for all the positive qualities SWAT has?it has twice as many generic egomaniacal fucktards beating the whole ?I?m so awesome my shit doesn?t stink? schtick into the ground. So, I want to end this speech on a more interesting note. Now, I have already talked at length about how TKOW has dropped the ball with me. Now, I want to talk about how TKOW has dropped the ball IN THIS BUSINESS.

TKOW?.you just don?t know how to stay down and die, do you? And it really isn?t any surprise. After all, you have let both RJ Dyson and Soulfly helm the company?one being a certified lunatic and the other being a dimwit stoner. But?somehow?.some way?TKOW is still alive. But, I gotta say, it?s definitely on life support. TKOW has gotten so sad it had to turn to T.H. Power, Phoenix, and HPWA to save its ass. And in that time?.SURPRISE!....Phoenix is the World Champion. Christ on a bike?if I were in your shoes I?d even take SOULFLY back at this point!

So, now, as your best ?talent? bails like rats from a sinking ship, you decide to punch up Megabowl by inviting talent from other feds to lend a hand? Shameless. Well TKOW?here?s a hearty ?fuck you? from Jace Mingla. Even though I?m going to be on the fucking thing, I still hope Megabowl bombs. And I hope TKOW follows suit soon after. And when this fed does die?.I hope I?m personally on hand to pull the life support and watch its last flickers of life fade away.

In the meantime, I?ll be in SWAT?doing what I should have been allowed to do in TKOW: Beat peoples asses, win titles, and generally do whatever the hell I want. And for those of you TKOW wrestlers who have actually thought about what I had to say, SWAT is currently hiring so please sign on. I need some more jobbers to destroy.

[Jace shrugs the title off his shoulder and into his hand. He steps through the ropes and shoots the camera one last scornful look before disappearing into the darkness.]

[Chief]

This is it? This is where it starts and ends.

Scene opens to an empty arena ? TKOW ring in the centre. The lights are off and the fans have all gone home.

I spent many nights in arenas like this. Enjoying the loneliness and just reflecting on the night before.

Thinking through all my successes and failures.

Trying to correct mistakes and learn from my errors.

My plan was to never fight in a ring that wasn?t a TKOW ring. To never hold a belt that wasn?t a TKOW belt.

We all know how that went.

The camera zooms around the arena. The camera can see each and every empty seat.

I loved entertaining the fans. I loved walking through that curtain and seeing the excitement and joy on every face. I loved hearing them vent their anger at the bad guys and cheer on the good guys.

Now I look at each and ever empty seat and think about how I disappointed each and ever fan that made me star. I turned my back on them ? I took the big pay cheque and never looked back. That is until now.

It comes a time when every man must look back on their lives and reflect on their actions. They must look into the mirror and stare into their souls. Must find out if they are proud of the life they lived.

The camera zooms onto the TKOW ring again.

I can look into the mirror and tell you I am proud of everything except the way I left TKOW.

This is my redemption. It?s not for the fans or the guys in the back. It?s not because I have something to prove. I have nothing left to prove to anyone but my family.

This is for me. This is because of a promise I made to myself.

I want to end my career where it all started ? I want to stand victorious in a TKOW ring as my career fades to black.

I will stand victorious in that ring. MegaBowl V ? Amy Chastaine ? whatever Tanner decides to walk to the ring ? Bob Lancelot ? whoever. I will defeat them all and I will walk out with my head held high and my arm raised.

The camera turns around and now shows Eric Mitchell holding the camcorder.

This is it for me and I will let my victory slip away.

Eric presses stop and the scene fades to black.

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is on his cell phone when he is rudely interrupted by the camera man and TKOW's finest interviewer, Jessica Spears. Bob looks at Jessica and slowly closes his cell phone and looks at Jessica.

Lancelot: What?

Jessica is taken aback by the coldness in which Bob greeted her, and nervously replies to his question.

Jessica: Um...Its Megabowl 5!....

Bob looks blankly at Jessica.

Lancelot: And??

Jessica: Um... I was just sayin' that?s all....

Lancelot: So you came all the way from.....wherever you come from, barged into my locker room and interrupted my phone call to tell me that it?s Megabowl 5??

Jessica's eyes shift from side to side as she tries to think of a response.

Jessica: Well actually.......I came to ask you how you are feeling coming up to the big event?

Lancelot: And you just kinda got nervous in front of......in front of this?

Bob flexes his muscles in front of Jessica who blushes.

Lancelot: Jessie, Jessie, Jessie - We all know that you have feelings for The Hardcore Superstar Bob Lancelot, hell I?m sure I've shagged you once or twice in the past......but there is no need to blush. Now apologies to the fans and ask me that question again, but this time, don't get shy.

Jessica nods her head, and begins to speak again, this time a little more confidently.

Jessica: So Bob, how are you feeling on the approach to Megabowl V?

Lancelot: To tell you the truth Jess, I'm feeling pretty damn shit. Let me show you something Jessica - you see this??

Bob points to the Television Title, which wrapped around his waist and is covered in barbed wire and police line tape.

Lancelot: This is a little thing I like to call the Television Title. This is my Hardcore Baby, this title means more to me than life itself, this title means more to me than Claire does. This title means I am second only to Phoenix in this company.......and at Megabowl.......I am demoted to the filler match?? I am demoted to wrestling retards such as Bryant McCoy, Chris Prince, Aaron Mc, Jay St Clair, Robert Hugglestein III and Eric "Chief" Mitchell???

Bob shakes his head in disapproval before yelling the following.

Lancelot: This is Megabowl fucking Five, not TNA Impact! I deserve better than this - I am the Television Champion, The Hardcore Superstar Bob Lancelot - I am the biggest draw in this company - I am the biggest draw in professional wrestling.

Jessica: Actually.....

Lancelot: Actually nothing you fucking moron - Bob Lancelot is the best thing to hit professional wrestling since Hulk Hogan - I am worthy of main eventing Megabowl V - I don't want to be opening it. Megabowl should be the show where dreams are made - not the show for dreamers like McCoy or Prince who want to hit the big time.

Since TKOW don't give a fuck about Bob Lancelot - Bob Lancelot don't give a fuck about TKOW - this title is the only thing I give a fuck about and is the only reason I hang around this shit hole backwater federation - hey hey Bob Lancelot should be in the big leagues man, Bob Lancelot should be headlining in SWAT, Bob Lancelot should be fucking people up in Hardkore World not curtain jerkin' in this shit hole.

So I guess in the submission invitational, I am gonna fuck everyone up, break necks, break legs, break arms and break skulls. I am going to tear muscle from bone, muscle from muscle and skin from flesh. I am going to tear the teeth out of mouths, I am going to drain the blood from veins - I will do anything to make people submit. Because when push comes to shove, all the competitors in this match are either wannabes, washed up has-beens, or washed up never even weres. Not one of them can stand up to me, The Hardcore Superstar Bob Lancelot.


Now get the fuck out of my face.

Lancelot shoves the camera away and storms off out of shot.

[AmyC]

Fade in on a shot of the HVW logo. A pretty blonde woman stands in front of it, with a mic. Standing next to this woman, is another woman, this one red-headed and confident looking.


Blonde: Hello everyone, I?m HVW Reporter Megan Cross, and the woman next to me needs no introduction to HVW fans, she is a multiple champion, for both WOF and HVW, and July 30 she will be facing the HVW World Champion for a shot at the title- Amy Chastaine.


Amy: Thanks, Megan.

Megan: Now Amy, the reason you were asked to do this interview is to try and clarify a rumor that has been spreading through the HVW locker room like wildfire. Word is, that you will be appearing at TKOW?s Pay Per View MegaBowl V. Is this true?

Amy: You heard correctly. TKOW is having what they call a Submission Elimination Invitational at that show, which is open to any wrestler from any federation. When I heard about this, I decided I had to be there.

Megan: Why is that?

Amy: Well, many fans will recall that last year, I entered the SCW Open Battle Royal, and ended up being one of the final five. I had a great time doing that, so I figured this would be just as much fun, and just as much of a challenge.

But that?s not the only reason. See, I heard a rumor of my own. I heard that Eric Mitchell was going to be participating.

Megan: One of the few people to have gotten a clean win over you.

Amy: That?s right. And I haven?t forgotten it. Shortly after that match, WOF split and he went with them, while I obviously went HVW. So I never had a chance for a rematch. I?m hoping to cross his path here and get my win back.

Megan: From what I?ve heard, this may be your last chance. There are rampant talks of Mitchell?s eminent retirement.

Amy: Pfft. He?s ?retired? more times than I color my hair. But, on the off chance this is it, then that?s all the more reason for me to be involved in this event.

Megan: What about the other entrants?

Amy: To be honest, I?m really not familiar with most of them. But I will be doing some research and by July 23rd, I?ll be ready for them.

Megan: And what should the other entrants expect from you?

Amy: Anything. Everything. And then some. I have a lot to prove here, Megan. For months, I?ve been told that I only made it so high because of my association with Grave Digger. It seems I have a pretty big shadow to step out of. And I have every intention of proving to TKOW, HVW, and anyone else paying attention that I belong where I am, and that I can hang with the ?big boys? at the top.

Megan: I think you have already taken the first step down that road, last ShockWave, when you and Dustin Diablo made your move against Grave Digger.

Amy: That was just the first step on a long road. A road which continues at this Sunday?s ShockWave, where I will defeat Blood Reign in a cage. It continues through to MegaBowl V, and the last stop is HVW Meltdown, where I will prove for good that I belong at the top.

But don?t think that this Invitational is just a pit stop for me. It?s a big deal to me, a chance to show what I can do to people who may not follow HVW, people who may have heard of me but haven?t seen my work. There are a lot of wrestling fans out there, and I want to impress them all.

Megan: Well one thing is for sure, it will all be very interesting to watch. Thank you for your time, Amy, and good luck with all of your upcoming matches.

Amy: Thanks. *smiles*

Megan: This is Megan Cross for HVW 24/7, and thanks for your support.


The HVW logo is shown again, and fades out.


{{Off camera}}


Megan: Make sure that tape gets sent to TKOW?s network.

Camera tech: Sure thing.

Click.

[Isnear]

A voice cuts through the dark camera feed. In the distance, a figure can be seen, but not yet made out. He speaks

King of Submissions Invititational. Anyone from any federation may join. Let?s take a look at the competitors, shall we?

Adrian Tanner. One half of the most annoying tag teams in IGA history. I?ll tell you what?s ?Amazingly Extreme??How the two of you have managed to not come out of the closet yet. Now that?s Amazing.

The sound of a page turning is heard

The Devil?s in the House of the Rising Sun. Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough. Granny will your dog bite? No child no! -- Catchy, but just like that song reference, no one really gives a damn what you?re all about.

Page turns

Robert Hunglestein III. UWA World Champion. Well, somebody?s gotta hold down the crap fort. Might as well be this guy.

Aaron McNugget. Isn?t this the same kid that?s had his ass beaten more times than Jenna Jameson? Ah well, somebody?s gotta be a loser, might as well be him.

Jace Mingla. I?m sorry. Who?

Kid Styles. Kid?s don?t try this at home. ?She?s got style, she?s got class, she?s got flair! That?s how he became, the Nannnnnnnnnnnnny!? Gimmie a break.

Bob Lancelot. Current TV champion eh? Someone to help use as a stepping stone to get into the right picture. Bob, I?ll just say it, I?m coming for you. And I?m going to make you tap out just so that Power has no excuse other than to give me a title shot.

Jay St Clair. Hey, another fellow IGA rookie. I actually like this guy. Maybe I can use this to my advantage here?Note to self, call Jay.

Volt Nolen. Heh, this is gonna be good. Volt and I form two thirds of the soon to be most dominant stable in wrestling history. With him in there right with me, I can?t really see anyone even locking a move in on either of us?Let alone make us tap. Note to self again: Call Volt too.

Amy Chastaine. Hey! I had no idea she was entering this thing! I?ve been wanting to have a match with her ever since I joined the HVW. She?s soon to face Gravedigger for the world Title. Imagine if I could make her tap. Imagine if I defeated the future World Champion! I dare say that would get me on the map.

Chris Prince. Already beaten him. Enough said about that guy. I pinned him before, I?ll make him tap now. No big deal. He?s far from?.

Legendary.

Eric Mitchell. Ok, very big deal. The chief. Multiple world champion, including current WOF champion. Word is, he?s facing retirement. I really can?t think of any better way for him to go out, than to tap out to the future of wrestling. Can you?

Bryant McCoy. Ohh. Finally, someone I like! And speaking of the future of wrestling, this guy has it! Brains, charisma, athleticism. A legend in the making!

The lights suddenly flicker on as we see Bryant McCoy reclining in an armchair. He sips on a glass of wine and pretends to be surprised that the camera can now see him

Bryant: Oh, alright. Like you didn?t know who it was. But I just couldn?t sit by and let a perfectly good opportunity such as this pass by. An opportunity to mildly jab at some of my potential opponents for Mega Bowl 5. Did you hear me? Mega-fucking-Bowl-5. The World Series of TKOW promotions. And I?m slated in some invitational match, against anyone in the business. Well, the truth is, the list I just mentioned is only a brief look at my opponents. Many of the names I mentioned most likely won?t even show that night.

And for good reason. Some of these guys are like blind kids trying to play darts. Well naturally they can?t hit the mark, and probably end up nailing some guy in the parking lot. Yeah, just like some of these guys. Nailing guys in parking lots?

That was actually a rather genius analogy. Give me credit for that one, eh?

Anyway, the message is simple fans. I have a new move to display at the Bowl. The move has a certain?.heritage to my family and suffice it to say that no one has ever escaped from its grip. Once it locks in, ring the bell. It?s over. But I?m not about to talk up a big game here, or give something away. I?d much rather let my submissions do the talking.

He smiles, taking another sip of his drink

Bryant: You see, TKOW, I realize that I can?t make every single person tap out of this match. I?m going to have to have some help from the other boobs of this thing. Speaking of boobs, how did Amy get into this thing anyway? Now that is going to be one hell of a submission?.the first time I ever had to make a woman give up. Don?t confuse ?give up? with ?give it up? friends. I?m not Soulfly.

In a few days, we?ll know more about who exactly will be showing up for the pay-per-views to end all pay-per-views. And you better believe I?m going to have a whole hell of a lot more to say. But for now, I guess I better go do some research on some of these guys. Jace Mingla? What the fuck is that?

The scene begins to fade out as Bryant opens a folder and begins skimming through it

[Havok]

[QUOTE][The camera opens up on an aerial view of a brand new two-story house on the side of a small mountain. The back yard, which is where the camera zooms into, houses a large swimming pool in the middle, with a small-ish wrestling ring on the left side and a shed on the right side of the pool. Lounge chairs line the side of the pool area near the actual house. A redheaded female is swimming laps in the pool, while a familiar face is sat on one of the lounge chairs watching her swim.]

Adrian Tanner: "Life's good when your rich."

[Wait? Whoa whoa whoa? Adrian Tanner? THAT Adrian Tanner?]

Adrian: "Yes, THAT Adrian Tanner."

"Wait, what other Adrian Tanner's do you know?"

[Whoa! So it is Adrian! Dude, that's like..totally awesome and stuff! Adrian Tanner...back in TKOW? Dude...sweet!]

Adrian: "Where the hell did they find this narrator? Wait...Kid Styles? Is that you?"

[Kid who? I'm just your average narrator who's head hasnt exploded yet..]

Adrian: "C'mon, dont lie Kiddo. I can tell it's you. So, how's it going man?"

[Who the hell is Kid Styles?]

Adrian: "...You are...C'mon man, I knew you were doin bad after the whole 'losing everything you worked for' deal after you won the Number 1 contendership and all...but even YOU had to have something better to do. I'm sure you could've gone back and finished Middle school."

[I'm not Ki..]

Adrian: "Wait, that means I've got Kid fricken Styles as my narrator!"

"Eww..."

[The redhead in the pool's staring at Adrian with an odd look on her face.]

Adrian: "Hey! I..shit. Really?"

[Yeah. Really.]

Redhead: "Who are you talking to?"

Adrian: "Oh...uh, nobody. Just some...uh...business stuff for my job."

Redhead: "Uh huh."

Adrian: "Really, I'm not crazy."

Redhead: "I believe you."

[No she doesnt.]

Adrian: "Quiet, you!"

Redhead: "Wha...?"

Adrian: "Er...not you. Look, it's nothin you need to worry about."

Redhead: "Uh huh."

[She has a name, y'know.]

Adrian: "I thought I told you to shut up."

Redhead: "Adrian Tanner! I was just asking a question. You dont have to be so mean.."

Adrian: "Nooo, I didnt mean you! I meant..I'm gonna kill them for this. Every last one of those fuckers at the TKOW offices are gonna die a fiery death for bringing this narrator on me..."

"Look Mel, I'm sorry. I'm trying to do this thing for my job. And well....its not going so well."

Melody: "Uh huh."

Adrian: "I'm really NOT crazy. I swear."

Melody: "Uh huh. Sure."

Adrian: "I'm serious."

Melody: "I believe you."

[Insert akward tension moment here.]

Adrian: "Yep, I'm going to kill them."

Melody: "What's that?"

Adrian: "Nothing. Really."

Melody: "Ok. Well, I'll let you get back to your wrestling talk thingy."

[Melody swims off back to the other side of the pool. Adrian shakes his head and sighs, realizing that he now looks like a complete tool to the one chick in his life who isnt his sister. Then he looks up and...uh oh..]

Adrian: "That's it. You die now."

[Hey now, theres no need to get...Hey! we can talk this...Wait, thats not supposed to be used like...ah fu...]

*FADE*

[Kid Styles]

The scene opens up with Kid Styles standing infront of the camera, holding a mic in his hand. In the background is a large black tarp of some sort with a huge purple 8 right in the middle of it. Kid's eyes look very intense and focused, lips snarling, veins bulging out from the side of his neck. This obviously wasn't an average Kid Styles promo that takes place in a fun like environment, where interaction with other people occurs.

Kid: Now that I got a little TV time, I've got something I want to get off my chest. For the past several weeks, I've sat on my butt at home, watching TKOW on the television, but it wasn't by choice mind you. I was TOLD to stay home because I wasn't living up to Power's expectations....

Kid looks down to the ground, growling under his breath, knuckles turning white from the tight grip Kid has on the mic. He takes a deep breath then exhales slowly and focuses his attention back on Power.

Kid: Apparently, If I got my story straight, Power was angry with me because I lost a few matches after I had won the Number one contendership for the title. So, he decides to set me up in a match with my title shot on the line and of course, I lose that and I lose my title shot.

A sadistic grin plays over Kid's lips. He places his free hand on his hip and tilts his head to the side.

Kid: You took that away from me Power, you took everything I had ever worked my butt off to achieve away from me and all I asked for is an explination. Why Power? Why would you run me into the ground like that then send me home for a few weeks without pay?. I mean...

Scoffs and scratches the side of his head.

Kid: ...If you got a problem with me then by all means, let's settle it and I don't mean sending your staff out to do your dirty work like they did when they told me that I wouldn't be needed for a while. Let's settle this face to face, in the ring or in your office, I don't care.

He turns around to face the Section 8 background image then taps the purple 8.

Kid: You know Power, I don't know what this means to you anymore but you know what it means to me?

Turns back to the camera, narrowing his eyes.

Kid: This means family and friendship, because when I broke into this business I had no one and nothing, I was alone. While everyone sat in that dressing room talking to each other, I was in the corner by myself getting dressed. You and Phoenix brought me into Section 8 and it was there I got to know everyone in the group. Phoenix, Matt and LH took me under their wing and they watched out for me. Whenever I had a problem, they would help me over come that problem no matter how tough it was and that Power is friendship.
Kid points to the camera

Kid: So all I ask is that as a friend, you give me an explination.

He sighs and looks away from the camera, eyeing the ground for a few moments then looks back to the camera with a carefree smile on his face.

Kid: Now, what's this I hear about a Random Tag Team gauntlet? I havent heard all that much about it but the name alone sounds like fun. I get to step into the ring with someone has my tag team partner and take on a bunch of other people.

Grins and rubs his hands together, mic making a static like sound from were Kid's hand is rubbing back and forth against it.

Kid: I can't speak for whoever my tag partner will be but I assure you all that once I step through those ropes, I'm going to have the time of my life. You guys are gonna be seeing some high flying from heck, some technical stuff and probably some other stuff that I can't think of right now

starts snickering, hands rubbing together again.

Kid: Aw yeah dude, this match will be a blast. I'll be in the ring with hopefully 12 other people, one of which will be my partner. I can't really say all that much about my opponents except one person.

Kid's eyes narrow, the cheerful expression fades and is over taken by a look of pure anger and hatred.

Kid: oh I hope he's my opponent because I've wanted to get my hands on him for a long time.

He states, the tone of his voice growing more low and cold.

Kid: Eric Mitchell.... Remember SCW Eric? Oh I'm sure you remember it well. I was stuck there because you didn't want to see me in TKOW, no matter how hard I tried or how many matches I won, it still wasn't good enough for you. I became Mr. SCW for two reasons, one is because you apprently didn't want to see a happy and cheerful person like me in TKOW and two, because of the undefeated streak I had in SCW and the way I see it, You and me have some unfinished business to attend to dude.

Kid grins in a sadistic manner.

Kid: Megabowl, Tag team Gauntlet, Eric I look forward to getting my hands on you and showing you why you should've never screwed me over like you did. Though....

Raises his index finger up to the camera.

Kid: I gotta admit, I did have fun in SCW and it was great being Mr. SCW, showing everyone that the guy you didn't want could stand tall as the school's flag ship wrestler. No matter how hard you tried to bring me down, I always managed to over come all the obsticals and to be honest with you man, it's high time I start doing that again.

The K.I.D is coming to Megabowl and the way I see it, Playtime isn't over, it's just about to begin.

He gives the camera a thumbs up then turns and walks out of camera view and the image zooms in on the section 8 background image then fades out.

[The Rising Sun]

(The shot fades in on the golden center plate of a title belt. It shines and glistens into the camera lens. As the shot zooms out we are able to read the title on the championship. It is The SWAT Springfield Heavyweight Title. The shot continues to zoom out and we see that the belt is around the waist of a man in an exspensive tan suit...but it isn't The Rising Sun. The shot soon reveals it to be suave metrosexual manager Joe Barchini. He tilts down his shades and adresses the camera.)

JOE BARCHINI: When The Rising Sun entered The Rage In The Cage, few expected him to exit the victor. The odds were not at all in his favor. He was locked in with the scheming Jason Taylor and that sadistic bastard Lucifer Jones. He had to endure the unforgiving enviorment of a steel cage AND climb an asscending ladder to The Gold. Many expected Sun to fail, to give up, to fall. And Sun did fall. He fell from the rafters, past the ladder, into the cage, and through the very ring canvas itself. That much was expected but then Sun did something no one expected.

(Joe takes off his shades and looks directly into the camera.)

JOE BARCHINI: He stood up. And held out his Championship belt.

Lucifer Jones doubted The Rising Sun and it cost him his title. You all bet against him and went home with empty pockets. A pattern has started and no doubt it will continue. All those who write off Sun will be destroyed. He is a monster. He is a warrior. No past. No history. No name. The Rising Sun is no laughing...

(Just then a young man enters the room. He has short brown hair kept in a ponty tail. He's wearing a black leather vest with "Millenium Man" spray painted on the back. He also has on wrestling tights and boots. The tights have the ska two tone checkered pattern on them. In each square is the number 2000. The young man flexes and poses. He has a title belt around his shoulder. Who could this mysterious stranger possibly be?)

Y2K: Ladies and Gentlemen! Standing before you from Cheshire, Connecticut! The founder of UWA's Greatest Stable The Family and the man who singlehandedly beat Sluthumper! YYYYYYYY 2222222222 KKKKKKKKKK!

JOE BARCHINI: DAMN IT SUN! I WAS CUTTING A PROMO FOR YOU!

Y2K: Sun? I ain't your Son! I'm the hottest new UWA star! Y2K!!!!

JOE BARCHINI: THIS IS WHY I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE!

Y2K: Oh come on Joe, I'm just having some fun. Dabbling in nastalgia if you will. What are you doing in this room alone anyway? It seems like every time you cut a promo, I'm somewhere else. Anyway, the party is about to start!

JOE BARCHINI: Oh...that.

THE RISING SUN: Hey, I fell through a ring. I think it entails me to a party. We have plenty of reasons to be happy too. Team Sun completely took over Springfield, I screwed Pat out of his UCW triple crown, ran Syberus out of UWA, and getting a rematch in Belfast.

JOE BARCHINI: Alright fine, but I'm still going to cut a promo. You need more credibility.

THE RISING SUN: Please I beat Black Wall Street, you can't ask for more credibility.

(The two leave the room and walk into the kitchen. The joint is already hoping. Many familiar wrestling faces are withing the crowd. Lots of folks laugh and point at Sun's vintage attire. He then raises his hand and makes an announcement.)

THE RISING SUN: Everyone, I just want to thank you all for coming to "The Y2K Doesn't Suck Anymore Party". It's been a long road and you've all played a big role. From the cheap win to the crooked ref, I couldn't done it without the help of each and everyone of you.

(The crowd cheers.)

THE RISING SUN: So everyone have a great time.The buffet is in the dining room, cheese and crackers in the family room, and beer in the kitchen.Seriously help yourself because I didn't buy all that liquor for only Dan Stein to drink it.

(The crowd laughs. The sulking Stein looks up from his bottle and gives Sun the middle finger.)

THE RISING SUN: Yeah I love you too Dan. Wait has anyone seen Messiah or The Bozzini Brothers?

(The crowd is akwardly silenced.)

THE RISING SUN: OF COURSE NOT! THEY WEREN'T INVITED!

KILROY EVANS: OH IT'S A JOKE!!!

(The crowd breaks into thundering laughter.)

THE RISING SUN: So have fun everyone!

(As everyone starts to mingle the doorbell rings. Sun makes his way over and opens it. There stands his vernable Sensei Akinori Satake. He is wearing a very exspensive suit. Sun falls to his knees instantly.)

THE RISING SUN: SATAKE-KUN! What an unexpected honor...

AKINORI SATAKE: Oh lord, It took me how long to get you out of that terrible costume! The day I finally decide to visit you put it back on! Pathetic...

THE RISING SUN: Sensei I...

(Just then his two two students enter. Koji Fujita and Hitoshi Watanabe are dressed from head to toe in American Flag apparel. Sun gets up and greets them.)

THE RISING SUN: Hey guys, let me guess...First time to The States?

KOJI FUJITA: Hai...are Mcdonald's are much cleaner.

HITOSHI WATANABE: Koji! Don't be rude!

KOJI FUJITA:I had a bad up bringing!

THE RISING SUN: It's fine, come join the party gang.

(The two young students sit down on a couch. On the opposite end is Domino in an exspensive scandelous business suit. The two are in awe of her. They start to whisper at each other in Japanese. Finally Koji inches closer and extends his hand.)

KOJI FUJITA: Hello, I'm...

DOMINO: No.

KOJI FUJITA: Hai...

(Sun makes his way over to Hardkore Johnnie Valentine who is enjoying some fine wine.)

THE RISING SUN: I'm so happy you decided to come boss.

HARDKORE JOHNNIE: Oh my pleasure. Been awhile since I've been to a party...at least one without Cocaine.

THE RISING SUN: I can't wait for Ireland. Should be a hell of a show. Pat and me one more time. His undefeated streak has created so much momentum.

HARDKORE JOHNNIE: I know, creates wonders for marketing and merchandise. I might need you to take a dive for the greater good.

THE RISING SUN: Ha ha good one Boss!

HARDKORE JOHNNIE: No...seriously.

(As Sun akwardly backs away the doorbell rings again. He goes and opens it. There stands a man in tight blue jeans and a leather jacket. His collar is popped and his hair is perfectely combed.)

HENRY WINKLER: Ahhhhhhhh!

THE RISING SUN: HENRY! Long time no see!

HENRY WINKLER: Congrats on the win kid!

THE RISING SUN: Oh thanks man, so what have you been doing since you stopped managering me?

HENRY WINKLER: Nothing.

(Silence.)

THE RISING SUN: Well come on in and let everyone know where cool started. Also the toaster is busted...if you could elbow it back into working, I?d owe you man.

(Henry joins the bash. Just then Andrew Karnage and Adrian Tanner Junior walk up to Sun.)

THE RISING SUN: Hey Un-Stable whats happening?

ADRIAN TANNER JUNIOR: Sun, I have an issue with the invites you sent out.

THE RISING SUN: I sent you one.

ADRIAN TANNER JUNIOR: Yes you did and it had the line "Don't be a Tanner...come to the hottest party all year" written on it.

THE RISING SUN: Look, you have to read between the lines...

ADRIAN TANNER JUNIOR: Oh I am...that's why we're having this discussion.

(A frustrated Joe Barchini pulls Sun over.)

JOE BARCHINI: Sun, you're doing it again. I'm trying to build you up and you go and break everything down with you stupid shannagins. It's hard to sell you as a "nameless emotionless monster" when you're taking cheap shots at Adrian. The guy has it hard enough already.

ADRIAN TANNER JUNIOR: What?

THE RISING SUN: We don't need to "sell" or "repackage" or whatever Joe. I'm doing fine the way things are. I'm just showing my softer side!

JOE BARCHINI: Weaker side! Think! Nameless monster!

(The Rising Sun shrugs it off and heads back in the kitchen. James Fierce and Genity Howard are inspecting a box.)

THE RISING SUN: What are you guys looking at?

GENITY HOWARD: Some evil force left this package in your drive way! The contents are so foul, so disgusting, so vile...

JAMES FIERCE: It's a dead castrated rat.

THE RISING SUN: Oh good, Yuko Shiro got her invite.

GENITY HOWARD: The swine! I will track down those responsible and make sure vengence...

THE RISING SUN: Yeah you really don't want to do that. She has this life hammer move. Cuts your life in half.

GENITY HOWARD: ...I'm sure a phone call to the police will suffice.

(Just then the phone on the wall rings.Phoenix looks around for a second as no one moves. He then picks it up.)

PHOENIX: Sun residence? Oh...hey Ruppy.

THE RISING SUN: NOT HERE! NOT HERE! DON?T TELL HIM!

PHOENIX: Oh...he?s not going to be around... he went...uh....fishing....night fishing...ALL NIGHT! Yep, talk to you later.

(Sun gives Phoenix a thumbs up who nods in return. Sadler and Lee wander in.)

SADLER: Lousy booze hounds...

THE RISING SUN: What did Myers do now?

SADLER: He challenged Stein to a drinking game....the horror...I don?t know if your den will ever be the same.

LEE: It won?t smell the same at least.

SADLER: Then...you won?t even believe this...out of no where Scott Hall shows up and joins the battle!

THE RISING SUN: Oh yeah we go way back. I bet he followed Henry Winkler here. He?s not bad...a little greasy...but not bad.

SADLER: Thank god I stay away from that stuff.

(The door bell rings once again and Sun rolls his eyes.)

THE RISING SUN: Oh the burdens of being popular.

(Navigating throgh the crowd Sun once again reaches the door. He opens it and we see a middle aged man with glasses and a mustache. He?s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. Most importantly he has those terrible socks and sandle combination. Sun freaks out.)

THE RISING SUN: NO WAY! UNCLE NELSON!

UNCLE NELSON: How you doing slugger?

THE RISING SUN: Oh man, great guy everybody! Great guy right here everybody. My crazy old uncle Nelson! I love this guy! Taught me everything I needed to know! Taught me how to handle money! How to run a business! Life skills everybody!

KILROY EVANS: (Quitely to himself.) Isn?t Sun in debt?

THE RISING SUN: Come on in man, join the party!

UNCLE NELSON: Oh I can?t stay, just needed to give my regards, drop off some things.

(Just then a red headed teenage girl enters. She?s practically dressed like a pirate in all black and is giving of an emo buzz. She carries a sleeping bag in.)

THE RISING SUN: Mairin! What?s up cousin? Oh, a sleeping bag awesome! That?s right, persume this party is going all night! I like your attitude. Postive thoughts!

(An embarrased Mairin just shakes her head. She puts down the sleeping bag and leaves.)

THE RISING SUN: So how?s the job.

UNCLE NELSON: Landlord? I sleep till noon, go collect rent, then pretend to fix leaky pipes and heaters. Back intime for a pre dinner nap.

THE RISING SUN: You always were a great business man.

UNCLE NELSON:Yes sir, got to buy Indian Burial ground. Goes for much cheaper.
So you have three championships right now?

THE RISING SUN: Yep, three titles. Who knows, any day could becomes four or five.

UNCLE NELSON: Money good?

THE RISING SUN: Oh yeah...moneys great. I make more then I could ever even use. I could completely pay for at least two or three other people to live here. Easily, like it nothing I could afford it.

(Mairin then comes back in muttering and dragging a suitcase.)

THE RISING SUN: Wow a suitcase too! You?re really sticking to that postive mentality! Good for you! This party will be great!

UNCLE NELSON: So I heard you correct? You could afford for another to live here. Another man or woman or hypothetically speaking a girl to live here.

THE RISING SUN: Oh yeah, you know how it is. I don?t pay taxes. I guess I could easily afford another mouth to feed...hypothtically speaking of course! Ha ha ha!

(A mortified Mairin drags in a second suitcase. This one is even bigger.)

THE RISING SUN: Wow...uh...might be over doing the symbolism kiddo. This party is only going to last a night. Thats more clothes then you?de ever need. You packed like you were going away somewhere for an extended amount of time! Ha ha! I applaude your effort though! A plus effort!

(Mairin rolls her eyes and storms out.)

THE RISING SUN: What?s her problem?

UNCLE NELSON: Oh you know kids now a days. Think they got it so bad. Acts like being around their family is the most terrible thing in the whole world. I blame the damn liberal media. With all them boys kissing. They ruined westerns for me. Now I can?t rent a western without fearing the cowboys will be all touchy feely.

THE RISING SUN: Hmm, did you think about sending her to a camp or something? Little distance can?t hurt.

UNCLE NELSON: Exactly, but camps are too damn exspensive. And well you know me, got to squeeze every penny. So I said, maybe theres a well off neighbor or relative I could safely send my overly emotional daughter to for the summer.

THE RISING SUN: Who? Uncle T lost all that money in the stock...

(Once again Mairin is at the door with more bags. Sun catches up to the rest of the world.)

THE RISING SUN: You son of a bitch...

UNCLE NELSON: She goes back to school before labor day.

THE RISING SUN: You son of a bitch...

UNCLE NELSON: Well, I can see that you have a big fancy party to get back to. A simple fellow like me shouldn?t stick around. I?ll see you in the fall! Bye Mairin behave!

(Nelson bursts out the door. Sun screams out at him.)

THE RISING SUN:Nelson! Nelson! Get your ass back here! You can?t do this to me! This isn?t the Set of Daddy Day Care. You can?t drop your kids off whenever you feel like it. Son of a bitch!

(Sun turns around and see?s the whole party looking at him in silent awe. Rockin Rick is saying a prayer.)

THE RISING SUN: Oh man, terrible guy. Terrible guy everyone. I hate that guy. I hate Nelson. Never taught me anything. Greedy, dumg, bad parent. I mean you all saw. Just a plain awful person evebody...hate that SOB.

(A furious Joe bursts throught the crowd.)

JOE BARCHINI: NO! NO! NO! She is not staying here! You?re weak enough without this sitcom crap happeneing too! I am not going to sit here and let you play the care taker. I made you what you are! Don?t forget what you are! An emotionless warrior!
No feelings! No history!

THE RISING SUN: Yeah yeah ?a killer with no name?.

MAIRIN: Marty, what room am I staying in?

(Pin drop.)

THE RISING SUN: Who?s she talking? Crazy...teenage...girl...person...

MAIRIN: I?m talking to you! Marty? Marty Donovan? Ring any bells?

(More pins.)

THE RISING SUN: Kids...say...the darndest things! Crazy nonsense talk!

MAIRIN: Marty Andrew Donovan! Your birth name!?!? Name on your drivers liscense! Any of this sounding familiar at all?

(The room explodes with laughter. Joe Barchini faints. Sun falls to the ground sobbing.)

THE RISING....

MARTY DONOVAN: OH GOD! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT! I HAD JUST STOPPED SUCKING! MY CAREER! YOU RUINED MY CAREER! EVERYONE KNOWS MY LOSER NAME! I?M GOING TO HAVE TO JOIN FULL THROTTLE WRESTLING! I?D RATHER GET HIT BY A TRAIN! WHY DID YOU DO THAT!I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU! THIS IS WHAT RUINED THE ICON?S CAREER! I WANT MY MOMMMYY!

(The crowd looks on this train wreck in awe. Soutter shakes his head.)

SOUTTER: Joe had a heart attack, Sun sobbing on the floor, Scott Hall passed out, and a custody dispute. This was pretty tame for a party at Sun?s...I mean Marty?s. Hehe.

JAY ST.CLAIR: The kawanza thing was better. At least stuff was on fire.


( A hung over Myers stumbles in the room. Mairin and Myers take a good long look at each other.)

BOTH: Yeah this isn?t going to work out.

(Fade to a speechless awkward pity.)

[TKOW Board]

Anyone who didn't promo was dropped from the Invitational.

Those who remained have been put into matches (see original post).

Enjoy, and good luck.

[Onslaught]

The camera opens up on a large lavish estate not built into the side of a mountain and much bigger than a certain other house that actually IS built on the side of a mountain. The camera starts closing in poolside and we see a man sitting in a folding lounge chair. An attractive blond is swimming laps in the pool?.but the real money is with the man. And why?

Because that man is Adrian Tanner.

Oh wait, no its not. It?s Jace Mingla pretending to be Adrian Tanner. The camera keeps closing in and Jace Tanner flags the camera in closer?.closer?.closer?.and finally its so close the whole image consists of nothing but Jace Tanner?s face.

Jace Tanner: Hey everybody! I?m sure no introductions are needed for most of you, but for those of you who have been living in a cave in Afghanistan for the last 10 years, I?m Adrian Tanner. I?m a wrestler and I?m so great I LITERALLY shit Sherbet ice cream. Now, you might think that I?m here to talk about Megabowl. But I?m really not going to talk much about that. Uh uh, not me! But do you know what I am going to talk about?

(pauses for dramatic effect)

ME! HAHA! Yes, that?s right! I?m going to talk about myself ENDLESSLY during the course of this entire promo because I?m rich and wrestling promoters throw money at me and offer to tongue my balls just because I?ve developed an undeserved reputation of awsomeness throughout ALL of wrestling. And when I?m not talking about myself, I?m going to engage in witty Family Guy-esque humor that has NOTHING to do with anything! Right narrator guy?

Narrator: ?.

Jace Tanner: I said, ?Right narrator guy?!?

Narrator: ?.

Female Voice: Ja?I mean Adrian?

The camera shifts from Jace Tanner?s face to the girl in the pool, eg. Madison.

Madison: Adrian, I think the narrator killed himself yesterday. He left a suicide note, something about not being able to put up with another one of your boring ass promos that nobody gives a shit about.

Jace Tanner: What?! That?s ridiculous! Who could NOT care about what I have to say? I?m fucking sweet! I invented the cure for cancer for Chrissakes!

Madison just shrugs and goes back to swimming. The camera swings back around to Jace Tanner.

Jace Tanner: *sigh* Anyway?what was I talking about? Oh yeah?ME! I was about to start listing all the titles I?ve won and stuff because I just know that you all would love to listen to that?and?.HEY! WHATS OVER THERE?!

Suddenly, a fat guy in a thong with a sign around his neck that says ?Jace Mingla? starts tearing ass across the deck.

Jace Tanner: OH BOY! HAHAHA! That was random and funny?AND I took a jab at my opponent at Megabowl. How can I do both things at once like that? Simple. I?m awesome. I?m Adrian Tanner. Did I mention that I created the internet?.while I was on the shitter?.AND doing a handstand?.on?.the?.uh?shitter?.

?it was messy. I don?t like to talk about it.

*Canned laughter sounds from off screen.*

Jace Tanner: Speaking of talking?.I still need to talk about myself and stuff for?.ah?.(looks at watch)?.another good couple of minutes. Talk, talk, talk about nothing at all. I?m like a walking Gilmore Girls episode! Hey?wait?are you listening? Hello? HELLO! Damn it?.you?re asleep aren?t you?

Jace Tanner leans in and taps on the camera lens.

Jace Tanner: Ah hell?uh?.errr?hey, there?s a girl in the pool! Look! TITS! IN THE POOL!!

The camera turns to zoom in on Madison?s wet boobs for a while.

Jace Tanner: Okay?.okay?.that?s enough. I?m not done talking yet about meaningless drivel. So?anyway?.I was in the car yesterday and I was thinking about all 5,638 singles titles I?ve won when I got to thinking?.I think I REALLY am better than sliced bread?.

Suddenly, Jace Tanner just stops talking. Jace scowls. He?s done playing.

Jace: Ah fuck it?.I can?t do this anymore. But I think you, Adrian, and everyone else get the drift. And in case you didn?t let me spell it out for you. You can take your generic cocky sarcastic wrestler number one million gimmick and shove it up your ass. No one cares. A half retarded chimp could be cocky, ?zany?, and sarcastic. And it doesn?t take many more brain cells above half retarded chimp to be so full of yourself you can?t see the forest through the trees.

Adrian, the only reason you have wrestling promoters knocking down your doors is because the average promoter is a backwards hick fucktard who falls in love with your tired old shtick that a thousand other guys have probably done better anyway. And the only reason you?re so over is because nobody has truly stood up to you and told you to fuck off?followed by caving your face in. Adrian?you are done. I may not be a part of TKOW anymore?but I?ll be damned if I let a snarky little jailbait bitch like you embarrass me in what was once MY house.

As for you Rising Sun?.your little segment was arguably even MORE meaningless than Tanner?s and unfortunately much longer. And good job getting that Jay St. Clair impersonator, because I know the real Jay St. Clair very well, and there?s no way in hell he would be caught dead anywhere near you. ?Sitcom crap? is exactly right. If that shit is all you and Tanner are bringing to the table, you are already incredibly fucked.

And Bob Lancelot. I remember you. I remember back when I was in TKOW, you were a curtain jerker. And now, you actually hold singles gold. I?m not sure if that?s indicative of TKOW?s declining talent or you actually improving. I?m guessing it?s the first one. But whatever the case if you are on MY team you better bring you?re a-game. Just remember, I don?t NEED you and I can certainly do this WITHOUT you. Don?t fuck up?.or I guarantee the Violence Party will fuck YOU up.

Oh, one more person I want to comment on. Bryant McCoy. I don?t know who the hell you are either. And frankly I don?t much care. But if you want to do some ?research? on me?.be my guest. Ask around TKOW, I?m sure they?ll have a lot to say about me?and Madison too. And God knows your going to need to do your homework if you actually find the prospect of facing Eric Mitchell more intimidating than the prospect of facing me.

Anyway, I?m done. And unlike some other participants in the King of Submissions Invitational, I actually stop talking when I don?t have anything relevant to say.

[END]

[Havok]

*A few minutes after our first encounter.*

Voice: "Ok, just press that button there."

Voice 2: "This one? Kay, pressing it now."

Voice 1: "Thanks again, for this Mel."

Voice 2: "No probs. Hehe! It'll be fun getting to see you 'work' for once."

Voice 1: "Yeah, anyways..."

*The scene snows in, black -n- white handheld camera documentary style, on the inside of the house seen in the first promo. The redhead from before, now with a large white towel wrapped over the lower part of her body, waves to the camera to 'test' it, then turns it back on the star of this promotional...The Arizona Assassin, Adrian Tanner, who's decked out in blue swim trunks and a black "Too Dangerous for the Nightmare" t-shirt.*

Adrian: "Hello again."

Melody: "Hi Dr Nick!"

*Adrian glares at the camera.*

Melody: "Sorry! Shutting up now."

Adrian: "Yeah, so...hello again. Adrian Tanner here. You'll have to forgive the last interruption. It figures, Power would send the dumbest people on the planet to my place for a promotional."

"Anyways...Welcome to the return of the Adrian Tanner show: TKOW edition! Sadly, it wont be a recurring thing. I'm only doing this because, well shit...MBIV was awesome. Five's gotta come close, right? And to do that, well...it needed me."

*There's the smirk the fans love/everyone else hates.*

Adrian: "So I heard about another 'HPWA invitational' opening up and signed up. Those were always fun. This time it's a "King of submissions" guantlet tag team clusterfuck of goodness. The tournament gods have been pretty nice to me lately."

*Adrian motions with his arms around the room, pointing specifically to a certain trophy from a certain tag team event that won him a certain 5 million dollars.*

Adrian: "So, ol Adrian's coming back for one last run, and this time I got out on MY terms."

"Winning, of course."

*There's the smirk again*

Adrian: "Lot's of winners in this thing so far. My good buddy Rising Sun, Jace Mingla, Jay St whatshisname, "The wind" Bryant Mcwhosits..whatever thats supposed to mean. Ohh, and even ol Robby Hungles might show up. If he can detach his face from Cobryn's ass long enough to pull whats left of his head out of his throat after I superkick it off after our match in the IGA, that is."

*Adrian drops down on the couch behind him*

Adrian: "Well, might as well go down the list."

"Rising Sun...Sun, I like you. And if there's anyone, besides me of course, that should win this shindig...it's you."

"But you aint winning. Not while I'm here."

Adrian: "Jace Mingla. Guy's a monster. Used to rule TKOW with an iron fist. Well...when he wasnt getting bitched out by Phoenix and Co, or being overlooked for world title shots for Lynn f'n Brewster."

"Wait, why am I supposed to care about him again?"

*Adrian looks puzzled for a few seconds, then shrugs it off*

Adrian: "Meh. Who's next? Bryant Mcwhosits? He's "The wind of change" or something retarded like that. And the world wonders why I left TKOW....'sigh.' Next."

"Ohh, here we go. Jay St Clair. A guy I shall now refer to as "Lee Williams."

Adrian: "Why 'Lee Williams,' you ask. Well, Jay's a nice kid I suppose. Has the tools to go far, and such. But he's got what I like to call 'UCW-itus.' A terrible, terrible disease to have no doubt. Every federation he walks into he thinks he owns the place. Thinks he's hot shit and all that. And he may be, in the future. but right now...he's a lower totem guy, trying to ride the coattails of his betters to the future greatness."

"That and he's got like 500 nicknames. All of them already belonging to someone else. So yeah, 'Lee Williams' it is."

"And Lee, while I'm at it, please tell the UCW-ites to stop saying my name, before I have to come there and obliterate each and every one of you myself. Thanks."

*Adrian sighs, shaking his head.*

Adrian: "UCW-itus is a terrible disease folks. Please, PLEASE stop it before it gets too bad. Beyond those few...who else is there? Amy Chastaine? Silly women. Didnt you people learn anything from the awfulness that was Lynn Brewster?"

"Meh."

Adrian: "Look, let's cut to the chase here. There are some good names in this thing. There are some really, really awful names in it."

"Then there's me. I win matches when it counts. This is my TKOW send-off. This counts."

Adrian: "So guess what?"

"Yep."

"I win. 'Nuff said."

*FADE*

[Chief]

Everyone fights with a purpose ? They are all driven to succeed by some inner drive.

Mingla wants TKOW to see what they lost by disrespecting him ?

Tanner wants to prove how awesome he is ...

McCoy wants to prove he?s the future ?

Kiddie Styles has some crazy notion that I held him down in SCW and wants some degree of revenge. By the way Kiddie I left you in SCW not because I hated you but because you sucked. There?s a reason you?re in an invitational match rather then the Main Event of MegaBowl V.

And I?m sure the rest of the people are fighting for something along the lines of respect, admiration, glory. Something like that.

That leaves me ? What am I fighting for.

I could care less about respect, admiration, and glory. It?s my retirement match so no need for that garbage.

I hold no grudges and feel no need to prove that I?m awesome.

I left TKOW on my own terms so no need to show them what they lost.

No ? this match is about me saying goodbye ? it?s about me coming back to where it all began. Where I made my name and crafted my style.

That?s all I want out of MegaBowl.

A chance to say goodbye to the fans that made me what I am.

Don?t get me wrong ? I plan on winning. I mean facing Kid Styles and Bryant McCoy is like getting a bye to the final four. And I am actually happy about teaming with Chastaine. Someone I can actually respect in this clusterfuck of egomaniacs and losers.

So no gimmicks from me ? No more Chief ? No more being WOF vs. TKOW.

This is Eric Mitchell saying Goodbye and walking away. There is no future for me ? there is no tomorrow. I will not live to fight another day. I go into MegaBowl a wrestler and walk out a family man. Nothing will change that.

Expect the best of me ? expect my all. You may not expect much but great man have been surprised. Take it for what you may.

The fact is I don?t care ?

[AmyC]

Amy Chastaine is seen sitting outside in her own backyard. It appears to be late afternoon, by the position of the sun in the sky. She has a glass of what looks like lemonade in front of her, the glass perspiring in the summer heat. Her daughter, Jaina, plays in the yard behind her.


Wow. What a bunch of egomaniacal pricks. I?ve seen and worked with some big egos in my career, but never have I seen so many in one place. It looks to me like most of you are doing this match for one reason and one reason only - its another chance for you to talk endlessly about yourselves and stroke your own egos.

Pathetic.

First of all, Jace Mingla. Your little rant perplexed me the most. To start, you went off about Jason Starr getting pushed over you. He?s not in this match, he is no where near TKOW. How about you focus on the people you will actually be facing?

And then there was the comment ?I hope MegaBowl bombs.? If you couldn?t care less about the show and TKOW, then what the fuck are you doing here? Go back to SWAT if all you?re going to do is diss something you decided to participate in. No one forced you to be involved.


Amy takes a sip of her drink, and swishes it around a little before setting it back down.


But anyways, on to people that do care. Bryant McCoy. Seems you get what you wanted, you and your partner face me and Mitchell in the first round. You ever hear the saying ?watch out what you wish for?? Yeah, that?s you. You got what you wanted, to face me in the ring. And you are going to wish you didn?t. I may have bigger issues going on in HVW right now, but don?t for one second think that I?m going to overlook the chaos you and your XoW friends have caused there. And seeing as how you may not even be in HVW for much longer, this could be my only chance to show you what happens when you mess with my home federation.

And my other opponent in the first round, Kid Styles. Looks like you got what you wanted too, a match against Eric Mitchell. Seems a few people have scores to settle with him. Myself included. However you seem hell bent on revenge for things that happened a pretty good while ago. Just a word of advice. Don?t get so caught up in that desire for revenge that you forget about the other person in the ring. Me.


Amy?s daughter runs up to her, and reaches for the glass. Amy hands it to her, and she drains it. She puts it back on the table, almost tipping it over. Amy grabs it, and smiles as she watches Jaina run back to what she was doing.


And I suppose I should address my partner, Eric Mitchell. Seems the powers that be around TKOW thought it would be funny to team us up, knowing that I said I wanted my win back over you. But, I?m not upset over it. Matter of fact I like the idea a lot. It means that when we beat McCoy and Styles that we will both be in the final round and I will get my chance there. Now Eric, I don?t have anything against you personally, you?re a pretty stand up guy, even if I didn?t think so a few months ago when we first fought. I have respect for you and everything you?ve done for the business, TKOW, WOF and FTWO. But I also have self-respect. And if I don?t go all out and try my damnedest to beat you, then I?ll have lost some of that. There are very few people who have beat me clean, matter of fact there are just two. Sakura Hyotei, who took the HVW International Title from me, and you. I?ll get my rematch with her eventually, she isn?t going anywhere. But you, rumor has it, are. This is my chance to prove to myself that I can beat you. Nothing personal, just something I have to do.


The sun sinks below the horizon, and Amy stands up, ready to go inside.


As for the rest of you guys, Rising Sun, Tanner and Lancelot... Here?s hoping you all can stop stroking your ego?s long enough to present an actual challenge.


Amy turns to Jaina in the yard.


Come on, time to go in, its getting dark.

OK, Mommy!


The little girl runs to the door and inside, and Amy follows.

[Kid Styles]

The scene cuts to Kid Styles who is standing in the local park near the monkey bars which is around the corner from the swing set and a few feet from the teeter totters and possibly six steps away from the merry-go-round. The camera moves in on Kid who is leaning against the metal railing of the mokey bars with his arms crossed over his chest and one leg across the other.

Kid eyes the camera and tilts his head to the side, a bright smile plays over his lips.

Kid: Sup TKOW? We meet again. Now I had the opportunity to check out the promo's of my opponents, both Amy Chastine and Eric Mitchell. Nowe before I get into that, I've gotta say Adrian Tanner's little skit about The K.I.D was absolutely hilarious. I thought for sure my ribs were gonna split.

Chuckles and shakes his head.

Kid: Tanner you need to get into comedy man because you remind me of a guy that I use to watch on TV.

scratches the side of his head with his right hand and looks up to the sky. "hmmm" he mutters to himself.

Kid: I wonder what his name was....

Looks back to the camera, an excited expression showing on his face.

Kid: Now I remember! His name was Bozo! *Nods his head* Yeah Bozo was a funny dude. Seriously man, comedy would be your thing.

Gives the camera a grin and the peace sign then coughs to clear his throat.

Kid: Now, back to my opponents. Eric, say what you want about me but you and me both know the reason why I wasn't in TKOW. You didn't want me there because of what I'm about. *Points to the camera* You didn't want someone who acted childish in TKOW because you thought it would ruin what TKOW was about.

He smirks and scoffs

Kid: I did what no other person had the guts to do, I cut my promo's in places like McDonalds, Toys R Us, Chucky Cheese and wal mart. I had the guts to do stuff like that and you disliked me because of those things. I am one of the few that's actually real in this business. I do what others are afraid to do, I say what others are afraid to say and when I'm in the ring, I take risks like no other.

shrugs his shoulders and narrows his eyes, his happy expression now gone and replaced by a look of pure hatred and absolute disgust.

Kid: Tell me something Eric, what do you do? Do you hide behind a wall of lies, claiming to be the man when really you're nothing more than a coward that loves to play politics backstage?. Heh, you can claim that I suck all you want but remember one thing brother, Megabowl is just around the corner and when the bell rings dude, we'll see who really sucks. But....

Raises his index finger infront of the camera, arching an eyebrow.

Kid: If being in this invitational means that I suck, then is that why you're in it too?

Snickers, running his hands through his less than medium length hair and exhales an exausted breathy sign.

Kid: Now, who's next? *blinks* Oh yeah, Amy Chastine. You're right, I got what I wanted. Maybe I should set aside my slight difference with Power and go thank him for giving me this opportunity. *smiles* Don't worry though Miss, I wont be taking my eyes off of you and I don't mean that in a perverted way either.

Laughs nervously and rubs the back of his head

Kid: Trust me, I learned the hard way not to under-estimate a woman in the match I had with Angelica. Man that was a crazy match. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not too happy about having to wrestle a woman in the ring because lord knows I hate wrestling women, I have way too much respect for them...

But!

Don't think for a second that my weakness for women will play a role in this match because it wont. My goal is to win this invitational and then get back in the hunt for the TKOW championship.... Amy, I don't know you but from what I've seen so far, you seem like a nice person so I got respect for ya and I'm going to tell you the same thing I tell all my opponents. If we do happen to face off with each other in this match then lets tear the roof off the arena.

He gives Amy a wink and a thumbs up then coughs again to clear his throat.

Kid: *cringes* Man, maybe I shouldn't have had that double cheese burger, fries, two burrito supremes, half a chocolate cake and a butter finger earlier because it's all starting to come back up.

pounds on his chest then burps.

Kid: Anywho, last but not least my tag team partner Bryant McCoy. Dude, I don't know you either, never met you before and don't know what you're about. All I ask is that when we step into the ring, you watch my back and I'll watch yours. I trust that I can count on you once the bell rings and that we can be an awesome tag team in this match. Let's win this thing man, not for me, not for you but for each and every person that pays their hard earned money to see us go out there and perform!

Like I said before, at Megabowl, Playtime isn't over, it's just begining.

Kid nods his head then turns away from the camera and walks over to the swing set, taking a seat. He starts to swing back and forth, kicking his feet out as hard as he can to throw himself higher. The scene fades out just Kid goes to jump out of the swing.