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[TKOW Board]

Friday October 20th, 2006

Live from the Verizon Wireless Arena, Manchester, New Hampshire.


Scheduled To Appear

TKOW Owner T.H. Power
TKOW Champion Phoenix
TV Champion Bob Lancelot

Soulfly
Ghalleon
Carpenter
Outer Force (Crim, Saphron, Pender)
Salazar Tyrenus
Matt Griffen
Birds of Prey (Lady Hawke, Aello)
Tobias Burden
Kid Styles

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Remember the RP rules. The first promo via PM is due the 14th. The response promo and On-the-Spot promo deadline is the 17th. Segments and votes are due the 19th. This is a free promo show, where matches will be "made up on the spot" in a live TV style.

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is standing on the busy street 12th Avenue in New York City. Cars whiz past as the camera switches on and focuses on his face. He is wearing his Hardcore Superstar t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he also has a pair of black shades on his face and doesn't look pleased.

Lancelot: Megabowl V marked the biggest match in Bob Lancelot's career, Megabowl V was the pinacle in sports entertainment - the biggest event ever staged, bigger than Wrestlemania, bigger than the Superbowl, bigger than the World Fucking Cup finals. Shown to millions and millions of people across the globe - and I was humiliated infront of every single person who watched the show as I "tapped" out to that pathetic sharpshooter from Kid Styles.

Bob adjusts his shades as the sun shines in his eyes.

Lancelot: Bob Lancelot doesn't tap out! Ok! Bob Lancelot didn't tap - no I didn't. I didn't tap dammit! The referee made it up, I was just tapping the mat to tell Styles to put it on harder, because it wasn't hurting me enough. The referee just misunderstood me.

But....I have something to show you all, you all seem to have forgotten something.....

Bob stoops down to the ground and picks up a black suitecase, he takes out the Television Championship belt out of the case, it is wrapped up in yellow "Do Not Cross" tape and has some barbed wire wrapped around it too.

Lancelot: I, Bob Lancelot am the Television Champion! Which means I am better than all of you people watching at home, and I am better than you Kid Styles. I am better than Bryant McCoy and am better than Jace Mingla. This belt eclipses anything that any of you have accomplished in your worthless.... pittiful careers. I am a two-time Television Champion - I have proved in the past that I am better than all three of you - I've beaten Kid Styles, I've beaten Bryant McCoy....and I carried Jace Mingla through our first round submission tag match at Megabowl V.

Bob tosses the belt over his shoulder so it drapes down his chest.

Lancelot: You also seem to of forgotten about one more thing.....Dark Schnitzel. Thats right bitches - Schnitzel is back! He is making his return at Mass Khaos, and with him in my corner, and my beutiful... sexy and gorgeous fiancee Claire Matthews and her Weapons of Mass Distraction never far away - there is no way this title will be leaving my waist any time soon. So this is an open challenge for anyone - McCoy, Styles....Matt Griffen.....Jace Mingla.....Carpenter......I even challenge Phoenix! ANYBODY step into that ring with me, Bob Lancelot - and I guarentee that I will leave the ring standing tall! So come one...come all - try and take this belt from around my waist - because I will not be defeated.....oh one thing - the match will be a match of my chosing.

Bob spits at the camera and walks away.

[Dark Schnitzel]

*The sound of the wind blowing through trees is being heard while the shot takes a few seconds to stabilize. After it does, the surface of a picnic table can be seen, with dark tall trees in the background. The date and time can be seen at the bottom of the frame, indicating that there was not much effort put into the video and that it was shot with a simple video camera. The date is the 3rd of October, 2006. The time shows 3 am. There is relative silence once Schnitzel sits down at the other end of the table. There is little change in his presentation. Except from a little dirt on his military-looking jacket and a messed up hairdo, it's still the same being. The look in his eyes and his lack of movements show that he is being very focused on what he is going to say.*

Dark Schnitzel: Allow me to share a thought with you viewers.
I believe that a human being, with no obligations or impedance, can reset his life whenever he pleases. If he has founded a base of knowledge from where he can branch to different directions, this is possible. People tend to think that if they are set a few years into one direction, it cannot be intercepted. They are mistaken.
This is the major disadvantage of so called mature humans. They believe that only the young and the prime can make a change, and when they reach a certain age, that ability ceases to exist. In fact, the only way mature humans can undergo any kind of major change to their life is through a psychological disorder. Though it does seem crazy, abandoning the life you do not please for a new clean sheet you can dirty.

I am not affected by such considerations. What I have done and have accomplished thus far has not pleased me, so it is no more. I succeeded in doing so thanks to two reasons: I have no obligations to anyone or anything, together with the fact that no one cares so my transition had no effect or major consequences. What happened is of no importance. What happens now and will happen from this point onwards depends on my performance and my will. I do not ask for a second chance to prove myself, but to be rid of my pitiful past that will spare me of any needless reintroductions. I am not a Phoenix, but a mere being that chose to press the new game button.

Digest me like a newfound man. Embrace me to your bosoms as a wrestler with considerable potential that has not yet gone sour. Ignore the swiftness and motion of time and concentrate on the matter. I predict that I will not be presented as one, though. After all, I have a past with the promotion?

A past that one wishes to be ridden with, it is insignificant. I was here, now I'm here again. That's all there is to it. No fancy details.

What I'm basically saying is:

Never mind the bollocks, here is Dark Schnitzel.

*Schnitzel then rises from his seat. He steps can be heard while he goes to shut off the camera. A last burst of wind is heard before the shot fades to black*

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

Scene opens up on the edge of a large whirlpool/jacuzzi tub. Wisps of steam rise from the undisturbed water. A bare foot steps into frame, followed by the mate.

First Female: *very faint-sounding whisper* You?re back and safe. Relax!

A towel and dark robe drop next to the feet, obscuring the frame completely. There is the sound of someone slowly entering the water.

Second Female: I?m trying. The therapy and massage today have already worked out a lot of the overall stiffness, but I still have some and I?m still aching. Cliff says it will just take a while since I didn?t get any therapy from the start. It gives me an inkling of how much you have to deal with it on a daily basis.

First Female: *very faint-sounding whisper filled with pleasure* Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh?

There are sounds of another robe and another body disturbing the water then a moment of silence.

Second Female: *gasp, then a low moan filled with pleasure and relief* MMMMmmmmmmmmmm? this does feel good. So hot. I just might be able to sleep the night through tonight after this. It?s been months since I?ve gotten a good night?s sleep. *loudly* Okay, Jason, you can come back in and start the camera!

There is a click, a hum then the swirling, bubbling sound of jetted water.

Second Female: Oooooooooohhhhhh? *a low moan* gaaawwwwwwwwd... that feels so goooooooooood?

Jason Luna: You must be really bad off if I?m that good of a sight for sore eyes!!

The robe and towel are removed from the frame and the camera adjusted with the sound of male and female laughter. As the camera?s view opens and pans back a bit, it reveals two women immersed nearly to their chins in the water.

Second Female: Yes, Jason, you are.

Both of their faces are covered with facial mud packs but smiles can be seen on them. The females have their hair drawn up and piled loosely on the top of their heads. The two look oddly familiar, one with long curling mahogany hair and the other with shorter layered reddish brown hair, really indistinguishable from any other females at the moment except for the fact that Jason Luna is in their company. So, that must mean they are?

Aello turns her silvery-grey eyes on him.

Aello: You ARE a sight for sore eyes. I missed everyone, including you and your irritating little brother and... I know who and the why.

LH stretches under the water and brings the end of one foot out of the water and wiggles and stretches her toes as Aello glares into the camera.

Aello: I know you were the one behind it, Carpenter. It was a backup plan in case Phoenix didn?t do what you wanted at MegaBowl. Only it almost didn?t happen, did it? You weren?t expecting me to give you what I did at Caesar?s Palace. You were expecting to get the better of me physically with your arrogant thinking and planning. Surprised I would take the risks and have the determination to keep after you and go to the extremes I did?

She shifts in the jacuzzi, a slight grimace and then a look of relief as the jets hit and massage another tender and tense area into relaxing.

Aello: You weren?t expecting LH to stick with me after her own little bout with you, either. Even injured, she stayed by my side, so what could you do? Get help to carry out your plan? Was the attack all his own thinking or did you whisper in Tyrenus? ears, piss him off even more in his madness and suggest the best way to get back for losing his Eden was to punish Phoenix and Section 8 by destroying me while I was in a weakened state? Yes, in your own mad genius, you?d know how to turn and twist the words to affect Tyrenus in that way. Whether you did or not remains to be seen, but at this point really doesn?t matter. The result was the same. His contributions created the disturbance you needed to allow your plan to come to fruition and allow me to be separated from my friends for well over a month, just as you had prearranged with someone here in TKOW.

LH drops the foot and raises her other, flexing and wiggling those toes at the camera.

Aello: Which brings me to my captors. The plan was faultless, wasn?t it? The multiple decoys you had arranged. The red herrings to lead them on wild goose chases. But T.H and Mike aren?t fools. They didn?t take your bait. They sniffed around and staked out the most likely cases and trails and found me. I?d have been removed from your ?custody? within hours or another day anyway, even if I hadn?t managed to escape from you myself when I did. And Mike was within minutes of me by the time I did manage to contact my friends? as were you. Such a race to reach me when you discovered my whereabouts. *sarcastically* Did you enjoy the farewell present I gave you as we flew away in the chopper? Here, let me give it to you again in case you didn?t get it.

Aello lifts a hand from the water and flips off the camera, her eyes the color of cold steel. LH grins from ear to ear and gives her a big toe ?thumbs-up.?

Aello: *coldly* That?s the start of all the payback you?re getting for giving me the minimal medical care you could, letting my body seize and freeze up and trying to keep me from doing exercises for proper healing, for keeping me sedated in solitary confinement, not even letting me out for fresh air.

LH drops her foot back into the water and repositions, a grim expression upon her face.

Aello: The only thing that kept me going was knowing my friends would find me, find a way to get me out?


and Phoenix.

She pauses.

Aello: Think I?m pathetic, don?t you, Carpenter. Still caring about him even after he tossed me away like nothing at MegaBowl. There?s a reason he did what he did for you, Carpenter. You hold something over him.

Gathering her thoughts, even through the facial, the expressions are clearly on her face and in her eyes? a flash of uncertainty, love, then determination.

Aello: Phoenix, this isn?t finished. We?re going to talk. There are things that need to be said and you and I both are going to say them. After that, ca sera, sera.

Aello unexpectedly turns her head to the side and closes her eyes, wincing and swallowing. LH quickly moves in the water to her side.

Aello: *mumbling quietly* I think the water was too hot. I?m going to be-

She lifts a hand to her mouth as she gags. She rises from the water, turning from the camera, her back bare, leaning over the edge of the jacuzzi. Aello's skin is very pale, a contrast to its usually honey-tanned color. Skye moves to the edge nearest the camera, grabs a towel and tosses it over the camera.

Jason: Heeeeeeeeeeeey!! I can?t see here!!! What?s going on?!

The sounds of more gags, movement in the water and getting out, dripping noises and then full out gagging and puking.

LH: *whisper* Eyes shut, camera off.

Jason: Ugh.. that smells?. Damn! I thought I?d get to see you naked again and her this time, too!

The camera fades.

Jason: OOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!! Hey, I'm not Matt!

[T-Money]

-Plenty of noisy reporters pack a small conference hall in the TKOW headquarters, murmurs and anticipated chatter fill the air as reporters wait patiently looking towards a giant podium and a bunch of chairs, the 'TKOW' logo hoisted on the wall behind.

Within moments a party of officials walk through the doors, making their way to the stage, not at all pleased as one of them seems to be cursing on his cell phone. Reporters are told to hush by the stage hands as one short and stout looking man, in his 50's with a grey-ing beard steps forward, looking back at the TKOW logo skeptically.

His companion officials wait in anxiety, as do the reporters, ready to pounce.-

Official: My name is Steven Frazier. On behalf of T.H. Power and the other various investors of TKOW, I have been sent forth to address the particular situation of Salazar 'The Forsaken' Tyrenus.

-The reporters wait, ready for the meat of the story.-

Frazier: Salazar Tyrenus will not be charged for his assault on Aello as it was during the TKOW event. Any potential lawsuit from Aello's side will not be supported by TKOW officials. That is the least we can afford the man.

Random Reporter: Why are you speaking for him?

-Mr. Frazier looks at the reporter quizically, apalled at the man's idiocy and short sight.-

Frazier: I think it was made obvious that Salazar Tyrenus has disappeared or else he would be the one talking to you at the moment. Now that's what I want to address: I repeat SALAZAR 'THE FORSAKEN' TYRENUS CANNOT BE REACHED AT THE PRESENT MOMENT. Our staff and in co-operation with the national police force is searching for his whereabouts as he still has a contract with this company. However I can inform the press and the millions of fans worldwide that he has left us a notice...however discrete or disrespectful it may be.

-Voices spring up in the crowd questioning Frazier but he calls for a hold and confers with one of the officials behind him. They seem to be having an argument as the same official talks with some other person on his cell phone, passing it then to Frazier who argues over the cell before nodding and biting his lips.

Frazier reaches back to the podium.-

Frazier: Fortunately for the press I have gotten clearance to reveal the details of Mr. Tyrenus' letter to the public.

-A deathly silence falls over the room as Frazier reaches inside his coat pocket and takes out a crumpled piece of solitary paper.-

Frazier: It goes like this:

Quote

Dear fellow inmates,

My appearance in the TKOW locker-room would have been met with shouts of "blasphemy!" and "failure". Of course being the primitive minded fucks you are, you would be mounting Tobias Burden's dick like you were hungry for it. He didn't win the World Championship, I took away his chance...maybe he took away mine, but at least now he's in hell with me. He's bruised, he's hurt, and he's lost his only chance at salvation.

Of course, so have I...but hey, I somehow find it comforting to think I actually killed somebody's dreams, brought utter hopelessness on their already beleagured soul.

A new chapter begins now, with or without Eden. I realized I didn't need a crutch, I don't need a new world...I can make this one mine. I haven't yet lost my body or my soul...though Burden came close to taking both. Nevermind that though, old wounds heal. Maybe this one will take eternity, but I'm prepared to wait.

You must all be wondering where I am? Did Salazar just leave? Is he that much of a sore loser? Not at all friends, not at all. I choose when to fight my battles, I choose the battlegrounds and you can rest assured that the terror in your mind is still whole. In fact it has acquired a new nucleus of schemes and thoughts. You might see me at the next show, you might see me at the next Megabowl...but it all goes by my rules now.

I know the TKOW officials like to think otherwise, but what can you do? I'm your most prized asset, the only man in this company with a set of enduring balls. Phoenix knows, Burden knows, everybody knows...I was willing to kill myself to gain the zenith. Their commitment falters in comparison to mine, its an immortal fact.

So I leave you with this...don't miss me for too long, because when the dice rolls in favor...as it will, I know it will...the knife holder savors, and I got me a new knife, new blade, new design...and maybe Eden will find me.

Never Penitent,

Tyrenus.

-Frazier himself is impacted as he closes the letter, at some loss for words while the reporters just stand there dumbfounded and disappointed, no answers but only more riddles to the story. Somewhere watching on some television, in some distant place...he waits again, under the Tree Of Woe, nurturing it, growing it, the roots never will die...-

[Tobias Burden]

Unknown Male voice: ?Hey bro! Smile man, you?re on candid camera!?

CLICK

The camera snaps on and all of a sudden our view is spliced into two separate views, both in night vision, and both viewing the same thing, but one angle appears to be from a camera running from somewhere several meters away? and we can view the person manning the camera of the first view, who?s standing right next to our subject.

What subject you ask?

Tobias Burden of course? both views show the stiffest man in TKOW hobbling out of the back exit of Caesar?s Palace, gym bag slung over his left shoulder, his right tucked in close to his body as though it hurt to move, breath frosty in the cool night air, and a noticeable hobble to his usually solid step.

He looks at the camera that?s right in front of his face and we see the tolls of earlier that night, multiple bandages cover his face, the stitches in his forehead is tapered down with gauze but we can see that the odd trickle of blood is still seeping through to stain the bandage. His left eye is swelled almost shut and his right one is an eerie opaque colored black in the unnatural light.

Tobias: ?Goddammit Tony where?d you even find that thing??

Tony: ?Found it in the hall closet, don?t look too old??

Tobias: ?It?s not old at all, I bought it last year when I still had a social life, now do me a favor and turn it the fuck off??

He doesn?t wait for a response, but hobbles past his brother Tony with an air of finality, the hidden camera catches the shirked look on the younger Burden?s face.

Tony: ?Jesus Christ man? you get pretty fuckin? punchy when you?re booked to lose a match??

That stops Tobias in his tracks, he turns and casts a look at his younger brother. A look that clearly reads: ?What did you just say?, even though the look says it all, he still repeats the sentiments verbally. Tony laughs jokingly but a few seconds pass by and Tobias? intense glare doesn?t waver, he begins to realize it?s a legitimate question.

Tony: ?I meant you? uh? get pretty grumpy when a promoter books you to-?

Tobias: ?Fuck Tony, tonight wasn?t a game!?

The younger Burden reels at the tone of his older brothers? angry tone, but now Tobias is on a roll.

Tobias: ?This isn?t some shitty b-fed, this isn?t a goddamn joke Tony, the only things the bookers do is book the match, unlike any pussy shit you see from other wrestling companies, we ? the talent ? decide the outcome for ourselves, you may have thought that was all a painful act out there, against Salazar? against fuckin? Phoenix. But that was me, Tony? don?t you get it? That was me getting put through tables, that was me spitting flames into another human being?s face, THAT? WAS? ME? sailing coast-to-coast to crush Phoenix?s head in with a chair? and? and that was me??

The wrestler stops mid-sentence and takes a sudden interest in his shoes.

Tony: ?? ?And that was me?? what??

A few seconds of awkward silence pass by before Tobias shakes his head and gives his sibling an obviously forced smile.

Tobias: ?Ah nothin?? I just think I may have a concussion and not be thinkin? clearly? let?s get out of here.?

Tony nods and they resume their trek across the parking lot, Tony still rolling the camera despite his brothers? earlier wishes and the hidden cam following them along slowly.

Tony: ?So where to? The bar??

Tobias: ?Not a chance, I?m just gonna go somewhere and have sex.?

At that Tony laughs.

Tony: ?Bullshit, you?re gonna go home and puke.?

Tobias: ?? Just as good??

Tony jogs past his brother then turns top face him as they?re nearing Tobias? Escalade and starts walking backwards while keeping the camera fixed on Tobias.

Tony: ?Hey? since you think ya? got a concussion? can I drive??

Tobias: ?Fuck no you can?t drive. I wouldn?t trust you driving my baby over myself is I was crippled from the eyebrows down. Now shut up and get in the truck.?

Tony jogs around to the other side of the truck and looks expectantly at his limping bro, Tobias unslings his gym bag with a grunt that sounds way too pained. Tony?s cam shows the look of utter agony in his bro?s eyes as he fishes for his keys with his good hand.

He brings the keys out and goes to unlock the door and actually misses the keyhole lightly scratching the Escalade?s door. He curses once then tries again? this time dropping the keys on the ground.

Tony: ?You okay??

Tobias: ?I?m fine??

Tony looks on as his bro hunkers down to pick up his keys, another curse of pain and he stumbles forward into the door.

Tobias: ?GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT!!! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!?

Burden stands up in a ball of rage and frustration, momentarily letting his annoyance override his pain and starts slugging the shit out of his vehicle. The hidden camera shows Tobias kick the drivers? side rear view mirror off, kicks the frontside panel in then turns and throws a vicious punch into the driver?s side window, the blow brutally spider webs around Toby?s fist.

Tobias: ?? Damn it? fuckin? damn it??

The view on Tony?s camera is a sorry sight and the view of the hidden camera goes black, as though someone has turned it off. The Megabowl main-eventer turns around and falls back against the truck, tears streaming down his face as he finally lets out whatever emotions had been building up. Tony circles around the truck and stoops in front of his older bro.

Tony: ?C?mon man, what?s wrong??

Tobias looks at his now bloody knuckles through teary, glassy eyes then looks up towards Tony.

Tobias: ?I gave it all up, just to get this moment? and then I quit, goddammit, I quit, the pain was too great for me, I quit and that?s all there is to it? don?t you get, I promised this to Johnathen and I lost, I? lost more than this match, I lost my pride, I lost my moniker? I lost my friends and family.?

All of a sudden headlights flash on as the people operating the hidden camera make themselves quite apparent. The other camera also flashes on and both Tony and the other camera switch their views from night vision to normal mode.

Unknown: ?You didn?t lose the last one, dumbass. You just abandoned them deep i9n the woods for awhile??

Tobias rises to his feet painfully, wiping away tears and trying to compose himself.

Tobias: ?Who is it??

Unknown: ?Who is THEY, THEY man, more ?n one of us.?

Tony?s camera begins to adjust to the on flood of light to reveal two familiar characters, one?s holding a camera that obscures his face and the other is?

Tobias: ?Havoc!? The fuck are you doin? here??

At that, the ?One Man War? Dave Havoc, former tag partner and AVR stable member with Tobias throws his head back and laughs.

Havoc: ?C?mon man, this is Megabowl, when I heard my old buddy might be main eventing I had to come.?

Beside his brother Tony laughs.

Tony: ?He had close seats right near me too, I?m surprised you didn?t see him bro??

Cameraman?s voice: ?How could you see anybody? He utterly annihilated the first three rows during the falls count anywhere match??

Tobias: ?Fuck, Dustin too??

Indeed it?s AVR?s old cameraman and confidant, Dustin, behind the view of the ?hidden? camera.

Havoc: ?Why?re you upset man??

Dustin: ?Yeah, you kinda just fucked up your ride??

Tobias looks back at the damage he did to his Escalade then back to his two friends.

Tobias: ?You heard what I just told Tony? I quit, I lost??

A few moments of silence pass before Havoc lets out a snort and shrugs his shoulders.

Havoc: ?You may have lost, but if I can be perfectly honest with you Tobs, I?ve fought beside you before, and I have never, ever seen you fight like that before, what you did against Salazar, and against Phoenix and his psychotic little brother. That was something special, and let?s face it, the Bird is still lucky to be champion for how hard you fought??

Tobias: ?Close still doesn?t cut it title wise.?

Havoc: ?No, but c?mon man, you?ve never been looked upon as any kind of singles competitor. Tonight you broke the mold indefinitely, people will be talking about that match and your single, solitary performance for years, and just because you couldn?t win it on this stage doesn?t mean you can?t win it on another.?

Tobias once again takes and interest in his shoes before taking even more interest in his ?slinged? arm?

Havoc: ?Do you know why you did so well tonight Tobias? Do you know why you became an out-and-out monster of a wrestler tonight??

Tobias doesn?t respond verbally but shakes his head as another silhouette comes into view.

Havoc: ?It was because you were finally fighting from the right place? the Heartless has finally found his heart?

Tobias finally notices the silhouette and waits for it to come into view? when he realizes who it is he turns to Tony.

Tobias: ?Turn the camera off NOW! You too Dustin!?

{Snow?}

[Outer Force]

The cameras slowly fade into a parking lot outside of a highrise appartment building. Crim is shown standing outside a nearby door with a brown coat, white shirt and a pair of khakis on. He props himself up aginst the brick wall of the building. His head centered away and looking out at the cars pass by on the road. Then the door opens and Saphron comes walking out. His hands in the pockets of his black coat. His red shirt is a little wrinkled, but not by much as it is tucked into his pair of blue jeans. He looks up at the sky and then over at his brother.

Saphron: So, any news on where Pender is?

Crim: Nope. He don't bother to leave us a message, why bother looking for him. Damn love sick puppy. He's going to end up writing a check his ass can't cash, I can almost bet on it.

Saphron give off a small smirk then looked back out at the road ahead.

Saphron: So, we're back in action again this week.

Crim: Oh really? Against who?

Saphron shrugged his shoulders.

Saphron: I don't know. Its all random this week. It could be Burden and Soulfly for all we know.

Crim: Hmph! Leave it to us to clean up what Ghalleon started. What about him, is he in this show?

Saphron: Appearantly so. We might get our hands on him. Then again, we could be fighting Phoenix himself.

Crim: Or the Birds of Prey again. Either way, I'm not real worried about it. Although I will say that it would be rather interesting if we did fight Phoenix and Matt.

Saphron: Why say that?

Crim: I don't know. It just seems like it would be interesting to me. Heck, I'd actually like to have a singles match again. I'm trying to broaden my horizons and a match against Matt or Burden would take me there again.

Saphron: Where?

Crim: To the top again, like I was in SCW. Where else do you think it would be at?

Saphron rolled his eyes slightly as a yellow sports car pulled up. The brothers walked away from the building and got into the car. The driver, Lisa, then backed out and pulled off onto the street as the scene faded out.

[Phoenix]

The screen is filled with darkness. This isn't your average Salazar Tyrenus darkness, oh no, this is that kind of darkness that fills the room, absorbing the light, and reminds you;

There really are things that go bump in the night.

A voice is picked up by the mic.

Amazing grace.

A shot of Phoenix on the ground outside the steel cage flashes over the darkness.

How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like him.

A brief clip, barely a moment, of Phoenix's Coast to Coast on Tobias Burden. The crushing of steel on flesh and bone rings true.

He once was lost, but now is found.

An image of Phoenix holding Mike at bay with his bat.

Was blind, but now he sees.

A still image of Phoenix, Carpenter, and the TKOW title standing on the ramp at MegaBowl V flashes.

*CLINK-SCRATCH*

*CLINK-SCRATCH*

*CLINK-SCRATCH-woosh*

A flame combusts in a torch-like fashion, allowing flickering light to illuminate a figure. This figure is not one you might expcet. This figure is not even someone you know.

This man standing behind the torch is dressed, apparantly, in a black cassock. The only exception is a white square over his throat, a clerical collar. He is also sporting a pair of Oakleys and is holding a Rosary in his hands.

Dear Parishoners, we have gathered here in sight of our Lord to bear witness to a new era of life. MegaBowl V marks the day He stood tall amongst the angels and the devils, and allowed no one to ursurp His power. He strode with great purpose to the field of battle, and laid waste to all those that blasphemed Him. Lord, have mercy.

The man signs the cross to the camera as a snicker is heard.

In the months since that fateful day, our Lord has not been idle. His faithful sibling has made sure to keep him on the new path, preparing him for what is to come. He has been shown that all those that dwell in His kingdom wish him overthrown. He has been warned that those that are jealous of His greatness shall not rest until he dwells once more among the downtrodden. He has been given the tools necessary to ensure that those that move against Him are struck down with furious vengeance, so that all may look upon his splendor and rejoice!

The man signs the cross again and bows his head.

Oh Lord Phoenix, may your mercy be short lived. May your fury rain down upon those that seek to harm you. May you and your brother cleanse the vile infestation of blasphemers from TKOW. May you once again rise up and burn away the self serving righteousness that has found its way into every fiber of this business. I have looked upon you, my Lord, and my spirit was healed. May you go forth and spread your message. In the name of suffering, pain, and malice. Amen.

The camera pans out just a bit, and begins to arc, placing the man to the left side of the screen. The dancing light reflects off something round and shiny to the right.

So sayeth The Metatron. Amen.

*CLINK-SCRATCH-WOOSH*

Flames alight behind the torch, spreading in a semi-circle, around a carved stong throne. They rise only a foot or so, showing muscular legs in tattered black jean shorts, with the TKOW "Fiery" Title at his waist. Shadows continue to obscure the upper area of the throne and the man, but from where the head mus be, two circles of red light glare forth, as if from the eyes of a demon.

Amen. Let us pray.

The shiny object begins to shake as familiar guttural laughter begins to fill the room. The Metatron, so named by Carpenter, signs the cross again, his head still bowed, as the scene fades to black.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

Around and around we go? The camera spins around quickly, ending with a sudden wobbly stop. It pans around in a staggering way until it finds Matt Griffen, then falls to ground. The camera catches him partly in frame and focuses in on him with a sideways slant. Matt sits on a picnic table dressed in jeans and wearing a denim jacket that is closed. His hands are jammed into the coat pockets.

Matt: That?s how it feels right now. That?s what MegaBowl did to most of us. It knocked Section 8 off balance and we?re still out of equilibrium. Of course, we weren?t the only ones. The Forsaken is still spinning out of control.

The wind tosses Griffen?s hair and, on a closer zooming in, there?s a new scar to his nose that wasn?t there before MegaBowl.

Matt: How does it feel, Tyrenus? Never being able to defeat Burden?

A frown and a hardening to his face.

Matt: Must be like me never being able to take Phoenix down, but then who in TKOW ever has? It?s frustrating isn?t it. It always being just out of reach. You gave a hell of a match to Burden, but it wasn?t enough. Burden went all out, nearly destroying himself in the process, but he couldn?t defeat him either. It?s never enough, though, is it. No matter how hard we try, no matter how much effort we expend, how much we bleed, how much pain we endure. It?s never ENOUGH!

Griffen leaps off the picnic table and begins walking about, even out of frame.

Matt: *off camera* Every other loss I?ve taken from him, I?ve taken in it stride, worked through it. Never begrudged him the win. He won because he was the better man. He was my friend and it made me feel good to know he earned it. But this?

The camera moves, lifting from the ground and pans, finding Griffen several feet away, facing away. He shakes his head and takes in a deep breath.

Matt: Where does it stop? Where and when does it end? When is it ever good enough? This? this?

Griffen growls in frustration.

Matt: I? feel cheated.

He turns back to the camera.

Matt: Yes, I admit it. I do. So close and it was decided by a fluke accident. It almost makes me wonder if someone didn?t have a hand in arranging things that way. The ring broke. Does it happen? Maybe. On rare occasions. The cage broke? have you ever seen a solid steel cage break? Okay, it was the hinges, but both? Either the ring or the cage, but both? In the same match? Were we really that...

I?

don?t know. I just don?t know.

Once more he shakes his head and paces around the camera in a circle, it panning to follow after rising in elevation again.

Matt: And it wasn?t just the ring or the cage? now something?s broken in our friendship. That must bring pleasure to all of you out there who despise Section 8. You probably think I?m whining and are mocking me. That?s fine. Those who know me know how I am and it doesn?t matter what the rest of you think.

He stops and looks into the camera.

Matt: Phoenix, I know the saying of blood is thicker than water, but, really, how could you? How could you abusively toss away the one person who has been the closest to you in the last year, the person who has helped you the most? for Carpenter. That, I don?t think I can accept from you. All this time? three and a half years of knowing you and you just do an about face.

Griffen steps toward the camera a stride, no longer able to hide his blazing green eyes.

Matt: How. Could. You. What is so damn important that you?d hurt her like that? You remember what you told me on Greenfire Island? That promise you made. Yes, I?m sure you remember it. The same goes for you, buddy. You hurt someone who loves you dearly by your choice. You better be thinking about it. She wants to clear the air with you about what happened and you WILL speak to her. Because if you don?t?

Griffen steps close enough that the camera has to tilt up to stay centered on his face.

Matt: *deep and threatening* I?ll be coming after you with MY brothers. And then after that? I?ll let Skye and Mom have at you.

A wry, sardonic grin curls his lips.

Matt: THAT, Quinn, is my promise to you.

Griffen reaches out and shoves the camera into another spin.

[Tobias Burden]

Hoops: "We're here at Ticketmaster watching the fan line-up for the post Megabowl Mass Khaos! Even with no matches announced, the strong line-up of performers announced has everyone here excited to see the fall out of TKOW's biggest card of the year."

With that Jackson moves to the side to reveal the aformentioned lineup, which explodes into a TKOW chant at the sight of being on camera and the prospect of being on national television.

Hoops: "Let's get some of these fans comments."

With that the young reporter strides over to a duo overweight twenty-somethings, one's wearing a Section 8 shirt and another one is still wearing a Duke McFilthy shirt.

Hoops: "So tell me, why are you here to see this card?"

'Duke McFilthy' shirt-guy: "To see if Phoenix won't fuck up his heel turn..."

'S8' shirt-guy: "Shut up, fatass, Phoenix is god! I can't wait to see if he fucks up the 'not-so-Heartless' Burden again."

At that Jackson steps back and turns to the camera.

Hoops: "Now let's get some opinions from people who have actuallylost their virginity."

He looks around through the line-up and obviously spots something interesting and starts waving the camera over to follow him, he stops beside a somehow familiar looking woman wearing a white shirt that had the name 'Tobias Burden' stenciled in black... and obviously homemade shirt.

Hoops: "'Scuse me, what's your name?"

Lady: "Cody..."

Hoops: "Not to make it sound like I'm trying to pick you up, but you look familiar, where have I or other TKOW fans seen you from?"

Cody: "I was the girl that helped my man Toby at Megabowl!!"

At that the entire line surrounding her explodes into a 'Burden' chant on camera. Cody blushes a bright red at the amount of attention that is being given to her, as the chant dies down he leans in towards her.

Hoops: "Is that why you made your own shirt for him?"

Cody shakes her head vehemently as she showcases her shirt to the camera.

Cody: "I made it because it's accurate..."

Hoops: "How so?"

Unknown male voice: "Because she knows it's accurate."

The line explodes, as does Cody, the camera whirls around to reveal Tobias Burden, in all his casually dressed glory. He strides past Hoops and directly to the girl Cody whom looks about two seconds away from fainting.

Tobias: "Thanks for the help during the falls count anywhere match..."

Cody: "Y-Y-your welcome..."

Hoops taps Burden on the shoulder and raises the mic up to his face as he turns to the camera.

Hoops: "Can... you tell me what you meant by the shirt being accurate?"

At that the young wrestler brings an arm around Cody and drags her back in front of the camera to showcase her tee again.

Tobias: "TKOW.com sells Tobias "The Heartless" Burden tees... and I can't remember how many times I've repeated it, but I ain't Heartless anymore."

Anonymous Fan: "Not after what you did at Megabowl!"

At that the crowd explodes into cheers and another Burden chant erupts. A few minutes pass as Tobias finally waves them down than turns back to Hoops.

Hoops: "So what now? Why are you here?"

Tobias: "Why am I here right now? To make it publicly obvious that Tobias Burden: ISN'T FUCKIN' DONE!"

The fans pop huge again, especially Cody.

Tobias: "Yes, I am a big enough man to admit that I tapped at Megabowl, and that sucks. It sucks that I tapped and it sucks that I lost and it sucks that Phoenix is still the fucking champ over me. And I can't live with that, so I'm putting everyone on notice, I lost my call, but I'm workin' my way back, I don't care who I have to go through, but I WILL go through you. I don't care what match I'll have to face you in, what stipulations I'll be put through, but I will conquer it. And I think every fucking fan can agree here, that I can do it, and I swear, right here, right now, I WILL do it."

"Who opposes me, several people, I can beat Salazar for the fourth time this upcoming show, I can go toe-to-toe with any member of the outer force or any member of Section 8. I may gain some measure of vengeance on Carpenter, or even get thrown into another match against Phoenix... or hell, maybe I'll accept the 'Hardcore Superstar' Bob Lancelot's open challenge and take that goddamn title from him."

"I'm comin' back from a loss stronger than ever, I have ambition, I have a goal and most importantly, ladies and gentlemen, I have heart. But don't think, for one second, that I'm no longer violent, that I'm not longer ruthless, because now, I'm comin' as more than a single violent man, I'm comin' as a riot, and all of these people..."

Getures back to the line which, once again, goes apeshit.

Tobias: "Our comin' in right behind me... see you on the twentieth..."

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is sitting on the edge of the pavement near a busy road side, he is wearing a pair of jeans and tight white t-shirt. We see a pair of legs wearing black leather knee-high boots walk up behind him. The end of a cigarrette drops onto the ground near one of the boots, which stomps on the cigarrette, Bob looks up at the person standing behind him - it is Claire Matthews. Claire is wearing a short black leather skirt and a tight white vest, she has a whiff of alcohol about her.

Lancelot: I told you to quit that shit.

Claire: I am quitting, look.

Claire points to a nicotine patch on her left arm.

Lancelot: You should never of even started smoking.

Claire: Yeah, well.... I did - so leave it you aren't my dad.

Lancelot: Ok, whatever....I'll talk to you when you sober up.

Bob stands up and starts to walk away, Claire follows him.

Claire: You know what Bob - you are no fun since you won that title!

Bob continues to walk along the street, he picks up his pace, apparantly oblivious to Claire.

Claire: Can't you hear me Bob? Am I not good enough for you and your fucking title?

Bob continues to walk along the street.

Claire: You know what else - you are crap in bed - I've slept with some much better men than you - you act all hardcore to the camera's but you aren't hardcore at all - you aren't even PG-13.

Bob stops and looks at Claire.

Lancelot: Look Claire, I love you - you just change when you drink, you do everything behind my back - how can I trust you anymore - where have you been in my last few matches? You came out with me during my Megabowl V submission finals - but did you help me? NO. <br>

I need you Claire, I need your love, I need you to hug me when I'm down, I need you to kiss me when i'm sick. I need you to distract the referee with your breasts whilst I pick up the cheap win. Claire I need you - and deep down inside, you need me.


Claire looks at Bob and then spits in his face.

Claire: I don't need shit. I did fine before I met you, and I can do fine on my own.


Bob wipes the spit from his face.

Lancelot: Fine - you like working in scummy bar's and whoring yourself out better than living the high life with me, the Television Champion, in TKOW? You will come crawling back!

Bob continues to walk down the street.

Lancelot: On Monday, its Mass Khaos - I will be defending my title against a mystery opponent in a match type of my choosing. You can either come along to help me, or not. I want you to help me Claire - but it is up to you. You don't help me - then we are over - you help me then we will get married at the next Mass Khaos. Ok?

Claire stops - it appears asif through her drunken state, she has understood what Bob is saying, she composes herself and then nods her head sheepishly like a naughty school girl.

Lancelot: Now I'm going back to the motel - I need to rest. Make your decision.

[Dark Schnitzel]

*The TKOW logo appears on the screen as a recording starts. The reels of the taping machine are heard as it takes a few seconds to load. Then, the sound of the whistles of birds and steps can be heard. Human voices are vaguely detectable. It sounds like the same park where the last promo was shot, only around daytime. This time it's an audio recording.*

Dark Schnitzel: Contrary to popular beliefs, a man who willingly holds back is much more revered and feared than a man that puts everything on the line.

*Schnitzel's fast paced steps can be heard.*

Schnitzel: Those who showcase themselves to their full capacity, always giving "a hundred and ten percent" have nothing left to showcase. They become repetitive, and their abilities predictable. They lose attractiveness, because you know that's how good they can get. However, those who willingly refuse to tap their full potential are talked about with such admiration and awe, for they create mystery and speculation about their true powers. Imagine what's scarier: Knowing definitively that someone will assault you with a knife, or knowing that someone might uncharacteristically stab you if he wishes to? Lack of knowledge can be a very scary thing.

They instill respect by fear, fear of the unknown. They make you respect them more then you do hard working people. You always hope, you always anticipate the day they will show, even a slight glimpse of their true ability. If you are lucky, it will happen. They will rarely give up on you, for they await your triumphant transformation.

I claim to be one of those people.


My name is Dark Schnitzel, and in time, I will embed my true nature into your product.

As commanded by the highest will of all; my own.

*The recording stops*

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

"joint" promo between Griffen, LH, and Aello


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Matt Griffen strides down an HPWA corridor, his back to the camera as it catches up to him.

Jason Luna: *from behind the camera* Hey, Matt, wait up!

Griffen slows to a stop and turns to look behind him.

Matt: *with slight irritation* Don?t you EVER turn that thing off?

Jason: You know me better than to ask that.

Griffen?s expression, although mostly back to the laid back one, rapidly returns to the serious discomfited one shown earlier.

Matt: *quietly* Yeah, well, lately I wonder about that.

Jason: Oh, cut the crap, Matt.

An eyebrow goes up and Griffen?s gaze settles squarely on the camera.

Jason: I? uh? Mass Khaos is soon. You gotta be ready for that. Hey?you?ve got T.H.?s ear at the moment. Give everyone some hints on what?s going to happen.

The other eyebrow goes up and Griffen becomes very still, just a few blinks and the slight flaring of nostrils.

Matt: *low with a hint of anger* Just because Phoenix is off somewhere else doesn?t mean I?ve suddenly become T.H.?s best bud, Jason. Even if I knew, do you think I?d tell? I don?t know where you got your info, but you?re mistaken. T.H. isn?t spilling anything until Mass Khaos.

Jason: *backing up* But? but there?s Dark Schnitzel. He?s come back.

Griffen snorts.

Matt: If he?s no better than he was when he left, why bother? Lancelot claims to love and want to marry Matthews, but gets a hard on when Schnitzel makes a return announcement and goes on about how great they?re going to be together in TKOW. He conveniently forgets how far he?s gone in the fed without him, and still thinks adding a bit of tape and barbed wire makes the Television Title a hardcore title.

Griffen looks like he wants to spit.

Matt: It?s a Television title and it?s something he can keep for all I care. It will keep him out from under my feet? as it appears The Forsaken now is, off with his strategic retreat, but we all know the man is ashamed to show his face. He made his great boasts and failed to follow through yet again. After his loss to Burden he had to attack a defenseless woman to make himself feel better. He proved he?s no man. He?s a delusional coward, somewhere on the farthest outskirts of our other resident madman who has made life topsy-turvy lately.

Jason: Carpenter?

Matt: Who else? He prides himself in the pain he gives others. It?s more enjoyable than anything to him. It?s what he lives for and he?ll do anything to cause chaos and disruption in people?s lives? for his own entertainment. And now he has Phoenix under his thumb, something I never thought I?d live to see. He?ll topple Phoenix. Mark my words. He?s like a child with longed for new toy? that won?t live up to the expectations and hype. We all know what happens with that.

An expression of concern flits across his face, but Griffen quickly hides it and turns to continue his walk down the hall. Jason hurries to catch up and even.

Jason: What about Ghalleon, Outer Force, Burden-

Matt: Ghalleon?s a broken man. The Pit was too much for him on top of everything else. Why else hasn?t anyone heard one arrogant word from him lately? Even Outer Force want another go at him. Hrm.. that might be enjoyable, a handicap match with Outer Force.

He gives a quick glance to the camera.

Matt: That or a round with Burden. That man once again gains my respect as an athlete, fighting with all the talent, skill, and heart that exists within him. He?s a man who can push me to new levels with such a challenge.

Griffen waves a hand dismissively at the camera.

Matt: Calm down, T.H. Don?t have a heart attack. I know as soon as you see this you?ll start in. Deal with it. Even if you don?t want to hear it, Burden helps make TKOW the great place it once was and is returning to being.

Griffen slows down as they approach the HPWA Medical Suites where two casually dressed men stand guard outside the door. One of the two is being relieved by the Bodyguard, who still is masked.

Bodyguard: Yeah, John. I?ll see you later. Have a good night.

Griffen nods at the men as he opens the door.

Matt: They?re both inside then?

Other Guard: Yes, sir.

Griffen looks at the Bodyguard.

Matt: I hope this makes a difference.

Bodyguard: Power gave me another shot and I brought in my best men for reinforcements. It?s not going to happen again.

Matt: If it does, after the situation is over, I?ll be coming after you, no matter what T.H. decides.

The Bodyguard looks Griffen up and down and moves to stand in front him, looking at him through the mask.

Bodyguard: *sincerely* If it does, then I?ll deserve that, especially if it?s Skye the next time, but I'm watching over both. Don't worry.

He holds out his hand for a shake from the taller man. Griffen nods and relents, giving his hand a firm shake.

Matt: Now, if you?ll excuse me, there are two beautiful women awaiting my company inside and I want to know if they?re okay since I wasn?t told anything else.

The Bodyguard steps back, allowing Griffen and the camera through. The big man makes short work of crossing the waiting area, the camera scurrying to keep up.

Matt: Dana!?! Have you seen Skye and uh? Aello?

There?s no response in the empty and quiet room.

Matt: Dana?!?

Skye rolls back first into the doorway, sitting in an office chair behind the reception desk. She?s wearing a small set of headphones. She whistles, taps on the earphones and moves her fingers as if typing.

Matt: Oh.. Dana?s not in and you?re filling in for her. Good. I thought one of you were hurt or something.

At Skye?s expression and lack of confirmation he looks worried. She rolls back behind the door and quiet clicking is heard for a few moments, then the sound of printing. A few seconds later Skye, minus the earphones, walks out from the back room, carrying papers which she inserts into a folder and files away. As the drawer shuts the door from the treatment area opens. She gives a quick whistle.

Cliff: Put it on, Aello.

Aello: *not quite right sounding* Oh? okay.

Dr. Hawke walks out and holds the door open for Aello, who appears dumbfounded and just stands there masked. She looks up at him uncertainly.

Aello: *slowly to Cliff* You?re sure we don?t need to do it again?

Cliff tries to keep from breaking into a grin.

Cliff: We could, but it won?t make any difference. I think five times is enough and the result won't be any different.

Griffen looks from Cliff to Aello, over to Skye, who just looks back and shrugs in an ?I-haven?t-a-clue? motion.

Jason: Hey! What?s going on? You and the Doc aren?t getting it on behind Heather?s back are you!?!

A shoe flies from across the desk toward the camera, making a loud ~THWAP!~ as it strikes, forcing the camera into a slant.

Jason: *behind the camera* What the- OWWW!! I told you before! I?m NOT MATT!

The remark causes Cliff to break out into full laughter. Aello gives a quick shake to her head, trying to compose herself while Skye walks over to her and places a hand on her shoulder. Aello looks up at her.

Aello: I? uh.. I?ll be fine. Just a bit of a shock, that?s all. I?ll tell you later, okay?

Jason: You better be okay. You?ve got some ass to kick at Mass Khaos, remember? Or was all that you said earlier just a bunch of bull?

Aello steps away from both Hawkes toward the camera. Her eyes glow silvery grey and her voice turns cold.

Aello: What was that? Bull? Have you ever known me to do that?

Skye walks up behind Aello, replacing her hand on her shoulder while letting a few soft whistles. Aello shakes the hand off.

Aello: It?s alright. I?m not wasting my time on him. He?s defenseless anyway, unlike some, I don?t attack the defenseless. I don?t hold them hostage. I also don?t waste my time on worthless people. I have better things to do. I?m saving it for Mass Khaos? where people are going to see a harpy unleashed.

She turns and walks to the door. Skye grabs up her shoe and slips it on while hurrying after her partner. Griffen shakes his head and follows. The camera makes a beeline as well, only reaching the door as it is closing and hearing?

Aello: I TOLD you to BACK OFF AND GIVE ME SOME SPACE!

Bodyguard: *knowingly low* Women?

OOoooow... Skye!

Griffen chuckles.

[Phoenix]

Man In Black: This, brothers and sisters, is beautiful. It is a grand place to worship Him. He is very pleased.

The landscape that appears is familiar. A wide shot allows us a background view of a large house, Phoenix's house, on Greenfire Island. What takes up most of the view, however, is a new addition. Built entirely of dark black stone, a church is now no more than two hundred paces from the house. Standing a story and a half, the building has Russian lettering chisled over the entrance archway.

церковь боль страдающий

Loosely translated, the Russian sign says "Church of Pain and Suffering".

A small boy in the throng of onlookers pulls his fathers hand, pointing to the man in black.

Voice: *whispers* Who is that daddy?

Before the father can answer, the man turns around. Dressed once more in a full black cossack, with clerical collar and Rosary, the man regards the young boy with a smile.

Man In Black: I am the Metatron my child. I speak for Him. *looking out to the crowd* If you will all please make your way inside, I will be conducting today's sermon in just a few minutes.

Carpenter, dressed in a cossack of his own, head wrapped in pure white bandages, Rosary hanging from his neck, opens the large wooden double doors to the church. The Metatron steps through entrance and he and Carpenter stop at a doorway to the left, marked "No Entrance".

Metatron: You will be sure to keep your temper in check, won't you?

Carpenter: *mockingly* Are you trying to say I won't behave?

Metatron: I am merely trying to make sure there aren't any, complications, in this first Mass. There are a great many followers that want to learn about Him and hear His words.

Carpenter: *deadly serious* My word Kent, you aren't buying into this crap are you?

Metatron: My beliefs have trancended what your simple mind could even begin to comprehend. Do not make the mistake of assuming that because I am a man of the cloth I wouldn't gut you where you stand if I thought you were a hinderance to the evolution of faith.

Carpenter's head tilts, regarding the Metatron.

Carpenter: I can't imagine why you never made it as a real priest Kent.

Metatron: Unlike your brother, I didn't try to hide who I really was behind the shield that the collar gave me. I know the evil that exists in the world cannot ever be extinguished. I also know it shouldn't be. The evil is what makes the world interesting. The evil makes us stronger than we normally would be. But that evil must be natural. It must be your own pure soul committing sin, or else you are betraying all the powers, both above and below.

Phoenix could always see the true path, like you did, but he shied away from it. It scared him. It still scares him. He needs to embrace the full and true potential of the human spirit when it allows itself to use everything given to it by the creators.

Carpenter notices a few people waiting at a counter.

Carpenter: I'll let you prepare Ke- *looks back at the parishoners* Father.

Metatron: Phoenix be with you my son.

The Metatron disappears through the door and Carpenter steps behind the counter. Parishoners begin purchasing items, usually candles to be lit in prayer. Interestingly, all the candles are shaped like pre-MBV Phoenix.

The pews fill up to a quarter capacity, nearly a hundred people. Most of the crowd seem to be rather unlikable, a dirty, filthy, criminal sort. The church bell begins to toll and Carpenter closes the double doors and makes his way to the front of the church via the same "No Entrance" door the Metatron used earlier.

He giggles seeing The Metatron in blood red priest robes, holding Phoenix's bat rather than a cross.

Carpenter: You look ridiculous.

Metatron: Do not mock the sacred vestmants of my chosen profession Deacon Murphy.

Carpenter: What do you think?

Carpenter nods to Phoenix, sitting in the same stone throne, surrounded by flames, TKOW Title around his waist.

Phoenix: As if you care what I think.

Carpenter: Fair enough.

Carpenter opens the doors to the altar and bows his head as The Metatron makes his way out to a podium. The Metatron begins a sermon, much like your standard church sermon, though references to God are replaced with Phoenix, and references to mercy are replaced with pain and suffering.

After an hour, The Metatron motions for everyone to take a seat.

Metatron: My dear brothers and sisters. In just a few days, He will once again walk into the hallowed halls of TKOW. Many people do not know what to expect of this return. We ourselves, do not know what will be awaiting us when we arrive. What is known by us, is that our Lord has chosen to express himself, not in words, but in actions. He has things to say, and He will say them in the language of our church, the language of pain. He will impart his message on any and all those that seek to do Him harm, and any and all those that seek to take him from His path as our savior; As the savior of all things wrestling.

Crowd: Amen.

Metatron: We shall pray for His return to be successful, for His vengeance to be painful, for Him to spread the suffering to all those that seek to do Him wrong.

Crowd: Amen.

Metatron: He may be called upon to strike with furious righteousness at anyone within TKOW. T.H. Power himself, Matt Griffen, Salazar Tyrenus, Bob Lancelot, maybe even one of those disgraceful females that do not understand the place of a woman.

Crowd: Amen.

Metatron: At this time, I would like to call our Lord's attention to a man in our parish today. This man came to me before sermon, and confessed his sins. He is a petty thief, a rapist, and he has thoughts of molesting children.

Phoenix begins to crack his knuckles, his muscles tensing with each new sin. Carpenter makes a slight motion with his hand, warning him off.

Metatron: Now in the church of God, these things are immoral. These acts are disgusting, perverse, and would most certainly be punished in the afterlife.

The Metatron approaches the man in discussion, the father of the curious child. The man seems to be worried.

Metatron: Also in the church of God, these things would have to be forgiven if confessed. Now this seems radical to me. What kind of a God would forgive such despicable acts?

The man is getting white as The Metatron is now hovering over him, bat in hand. Carpenter has also made his way over.

Metatron: The Church of Pain and Suffering does not condone, nor does it condemn, these acts.

With that statement, the man starts to calm down. Phoenix, on the other hand, begins to tremble.

Metatron: You see, we understand that the very nature of human beings, our natural curiosity, leads us to these acts. We choose to participate in these acts out of some need, straight from our own dark souls. This is why places like TKOW continue to function. This is why Tobias Burden flies off screens and why Matt Griffen falls off cages. This is why Soulfly breaks bones and why Carpenter makes everyone bleed.

The man nods, understanding. Carpenter begins to chuckle...

Metatron: However this man also confesed something else. He shoots crystal meth.

With that, The Metatron grabs the man by the back of the head and slame his face into the top edge of the pew in front of him, breaking his nose.

Metatron: This church does not condone the use of chemicals in order to stimulate or deaden the body, the mind, or the soul.

The Metatron yanks the man, whose nose is gushing blood, out of the pew. His son screams and punches at him, but Carpenter grabs the boy and holds him. The Metatron roughly throws down the man and kicks him in the kidneys.

Metatron: This man represents what is truly wrong with the human race. He thinks chmeical addiction is a way of life. He allows his soul to be destroyed by it. When a person performs an evil act on his or her own, they are being human. When they use chemicals, they become scum.

The Metatron takes the bat and bashes the man in the skull, knocking him out. He steps sideways and golf-swings into the mans ribs, HARD, a number of times in a row. Finally he steps away, leaving the man on the floor. Carpenter lets the boy go and joins The Metatron back by the podium.

Metatron: Let us pray.

The scene fades with the boy crying and Carpenter laughing.