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[TKOW Board]

Saturday November 25th, 2006

Live from the Hampton Collesium, Hampton, Virginia.


Television Title Match
Best of 3, Match 2
Bob Lancelot vs Carpenter


Non-title Lumberjack Match
Phoenix vs Tobias Burden vs Matt Griffen


Salazar vs Soulfly


Crim vs T.H. Power


Meet Your Maker Match
Dark Schnitzel vs Benedikt Krauss


Also

Interview with the Church of Pain & Suffering.

and

Prince of Hell Match revealed.

Remember the RP rules. The first promo via PM is due the 19th. The response promo and On-the-Spot promo deadline is the 23rd. Segments and votes are due the 24th.

[Onslaught]

The image is a close up shot of a single rose in full bloom. A tiny bit of dew is still struggling to cling to the petal before it succumbs to inevitability and slips off. The image remains trained on the flower for a time, until a voice finally sounds out.

Voice: Beauty?

Still the image remains on the rose, and the word trails off into nothingness, like a snake?s hiss. The voice speaking yet out of sight sounds melodious, with a tinge of mirth and, lurking still deeper below the surface, a sort of malice?or at the very least a sense that the speaker is a man who has everyone at the proverbial table beat and they just don?t know it yet. The voice also has more than a hint of a German accent.

Voice: So many things can be said for it. People are?enchanted by it?.they crave it?they are stricken by fierce jealousy over it?.

?.they LUST after it?

The voice pauses once more, before sighing a little and continuing.

Voice: One word?a near infinite number of emotions it triggers. But, with it a near infinite number of variations. Beauty is in so many things. A sunrise. The nape of a beautiful woman?.or man?s?.neck. A verdant forest?or a powerful machine. A flower. Or, for those with darker tastes?.a well planned murder, or a terrible flesh rending car accident. Oooohhh?the permutations of such a simple term are enough to send me into ecstasy.

However?there is one facet of beauty that intrigues me perhaps more than all others. To me, beauty is already inherent in the human condition?even if it is not physically apparent. No, no?.human beauty is quite evident in our interactions?.the drama of a kiss, the fierce onslaught of anger that accompanies a fight, the blossom of love, a flash of petty jealousy, the warm wonderous feeling preceding sexual climax, or the hellish boil of outright hatred.

Oh yes?.have you ever heard the phrase, ?All the world is a stage?? I have, and I believe that to be true. And nowhere is human drama more apparent than in a wrestling ring.

Finally, the image starts to pull away, very slowly, to reveal a second rose next to the first, and then a third?.the voice keeps talking.

Voice: Many scoffed when I revealed my intentions to enter the world of wrestling. But?I think its because they just don?t understand. I see wrestling for what it truly is?not some carnival sideshow?.but pure, unadulterated theater?a showcase of human emotions?a bounty of beauty itself, both in physical form and in a dramatic sense.

The image is still pulling back, and now we see that the roses we saw earlier are part of a bed of roses. The face of Benedikt Krauss is seen amongst them. He appears to be reclining on the bed of roses. His hair is slicked back and of a blond sheen, his mouth is a fierce slash of black lipstick. His features are hauntingly attractive. Still the image is pulling away to reveal his whole body. His upper body is unclothed, and on his lower body, he wears a pair of black leather pants. His feet are crossed casually at the ankles. He languidly reaches for one of the roses at his side, plucks it from his bed, sniffs it, and places it on his chest.

Benedikt: A great deal of people also scoffed at my decision to come, of all wrestling organizations, to TKOW. ?It?s dying? they said. ?TKOW is a complete waste of time.? All meaningless drivel as far as I?m concerned. Because I have studied TKOW?and the drama?.the pageantry of it all?.it?s positive EPIC. Moreso than any other federation I have investigated. TKOW has such a beautiful history of powerful emotion: bitter rivalries and constant clashes between good and evil. And I knew that TKOW was where I needed to be.

Benedikt smirks and picks up the rose on his chest, which he traces it down his chest.

Benedikt: Of course?.those who know me best also know that I am a man of?appetites. And for a man such as myself, the opportunity to engage in a physical activity as primal as wrestling is simply too good to pass up. What is more beautiful than the physical act of conflict?it?s almost sexual without being overt. My, my, my?.

We now have a full view of the whole bed of roses, and we can now see Ms. Julia Chill sitting on the edge of the bed also. She has a rose in hand, and she?s slowly plucking petals from it. Benedikt looks down at her.

Benedikt: You have nothing to fear?.you know I love you?.

Julia (picking one more petal): Oh?.I?m quite aware of that?.

Julia?s voice has a definite British accent to it. She drops the rose to the floor and lays down on the bed, her face turned up towards Benedikt?s. She smiles.

Julia: Instead, think of me plucking petals from a rose as?.hmmmm?.plucking away TKOW?s inhibitions one by one?.and casting your opponent?s to the wayside as you do so?

Benedikt laughs.

Benedikt: Ahhhh?.inhibitions?.I remember those. Now, a distant memory. Hopefully, before long, they will be just as distant a memory for TKOW as well. Up until this point, you may think me quite a hedonist?a leech intent on sucking TKOW dry as a means of fulfilling my own passions for physicality, drama, and beauty. Oh no?.not so. While I do mean to glean as much sheer pleasure as I possibly can from this experience, I have another goal. And that goal is to open the mind of TKOW, and perhaps wrestling as a whole. To expose what has traditionally been a closeted, sexist form of entertainment to a whole new arena of feelings and pleasures. Which makes my first opponent just that much more ironic.

Dark Schnitzel.

It does occur to me that it was no coincidence that my first opponent is a bizarre man with ?schnitzel? in his name. The crude sexual connotations are obvious. However, I am unphased. True, you may be peculiar Schnitzel?some would say the same for me. However, unlike you, I am on the cusp of forming a revolution in TKOW, nay, in Western culture. My strangeness has purpose?.your purpose I have yet to glean.

Then again, with a name like Schnitzel, perhaps your purpose is one I can appreciate after all?.

Benedikt lets the thought drop, but smiles widely. He reaches down and runs his fingers through Ms. Chill?s hair as she starts to climb up his body. She picks up the rose on his chest with her teeth as Benedikt tilts his head back towards the camera and blows it a kiss.

[Dark Schnitzel]

*The TKOW logo is shown on the screen as the tape rolls and Schnitzel begins to speak. There is a tone of formality in his voice, which makes it sound like he's conducting some sort of an experiment.*

Dark Schnitzel: In order to defeat thy enemy, you must become the enemy.
If you are unfamiliar with the enemy's nature, assimilate his exterior, thus perplexing him. All things latent will then be revealed.

The experiment begins:

Physical attributes: Subject is a Caucasian Male, aged 24, weighs around 202 pounds. Height is 6'2 feet. Natural hair color unknown, currently dyed bone white. Body frame is slim. Eye color unspecific, awaits further examination.

Assimilation is partly possible. Possible result is a 7 feet tall, 320 pounds, dark version of the subject. Proceed with caution.

Mental Features: Uncharted. Intellectual level is seemingly fair.

Characteristics: Eccentric quasi-androgynous pretty boy hedonist. A consummate eccentric fashion plate, ranging from pink and purple three piece suits to significantly more androgynous fare, or so I'm told. In ring attire is on par with many BDSM motion pictures. I presume that the subject saved no expenses regarding his in ring attire. Possibly hard to grapple. Assimilation is possible.

Subject is a known personality in Europe. Information is useless.

Move set: The subjects move set does not feature any unusual concepts. His strategy appears to be a general wearing down of the body, rather than working on a specific body part, although there is some emphasis on the upper torso and upwards area. Most moves can be assimilated, apart from showboating highflying moves.

Subject's companion is a Ms. Chill. Her looks are accessible, and can easy be emulated.

Now it is only a matter of time. Assimilation will soon be accomplished.

Mr. Krauss, you will be the doormat for my reentry into TKOW. You will also make a fine offering to my bloodthirsty superiors. We shall encounter in what is billed as a "battle of the freaks", yet we both know that this is untrue. We are in fact entertaining the freaks. Us folks can tell what distortion is and what the truth is. We are not to be entrusted with their lies, because it might be our truth, and vice versa.

I am an outcast of humanity's social scale, yet you have gained a fair share of popularity amongst these heterotrophs. You intrigue them, and are much friendlier than your humble narrator. It is unfortunate that we meet as opponents inside the wrestling ring. I have to transform my curiosity into animosity. My will to study you has now been imbedded into my will to beat you. So I shall do both, it's called Multitasking.

I am nothing; therefore I am everything and anything in this universe.

I am the nothingness within you Benedikt Krauss; A void that will soon be filled with blood.

Let us play the role we each know all too well.

*The recording stops.*

[Phoenix]

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 built entirely of dark black stone; A church, 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".

Inside, there are actually more parishoners than at the last sermon; surprising considering what happened near the end of the service.

The Metatron, Kent Roberts, a former pastor, stands tall at the podium, in cossack and blood red robes. He is flanked by "Deacon" Carpenter, Connor Murphy Collins, brother of Phoenix. In the background, on a carved stone throne, surrounded by fire, sits "The Lord of Fire" Phoenix, Quinn Collins, the current reigning TKOW Champion. A small boy in blood red robes appears, his eyes bloodshot and puffy, carrying an incense burner.

The Metatron: My dear brothers and sisters. Pain be with you. May the Lord of Fire show you the one path.

Congregation: Amen.

The Metatron: In the good book of our Lord, "The Fire Will Always Burn", there is a passage I will now read aloud to you.

"I never understood myself until the day I stared my brother in the face on top of that cage. In the moments before our bodies impacted with the ladders on the announce tables, I saw a brief glimpse of my true self. Born of pain. Baptised in fire. We were one. We were the same. It was that realization that led me to understand true suffering, and I would feel that suffering from that point on."

You see, what our Lord is attempting to do is to relate to you, the simple pesants of his land. He is remembering the time before, when he was confused, unsure of himself, his greatness, and his purpose. The true self he saw was what you see before you today. The enlightened shell of what was once just a man, no better than you or I, now houses the most dominant force TKOW has ever seen.

Carpenter takes the burner from the child and slowly makes his way up and down the altar, blessing the crowd.

The Metatron: As of MegaBowl V, he has risen beyond the pettiness of his past, being reborn and acsending to godliness. He stood on that rampway, and looked down upon the body of Tobias Burden, and He knew in His heart that He was above the concerns of mortal men and women. That is why we, Deacon Carpenter and myself, are here. We must tend to his flock, keeping him away from these, trivial matters.

Carpenter hands the burner back to the boy. The child turns and walks back towards the iconastas, but Carpenter kicks him in the seat of his pants, sending him sprawling into the wood. The Metatron's eyes perk, but he continues, ignoring the Deacon's antics.

The Metatron: Many of you may have watched TKOW's Mass Khaos this last week. Your Lord had to be summoned to His past in order to strike down two men that continue to defy Him and His work.

Random Parishoner: Only Lynn Brewster can time travel!!

The gathered throng begin to mutter angrily as Carpenter scans the group for the speaker. His search is ended, however, as another man wrapped in bandages, with a cast on one arm, throws the speaker out of one of the pews. He steps around members of the parish and jumps on the speaker, smashing him in the face with his cast, over and over again.

Carpenter: Praise the Lord Phoenix! Let the blasphemer feel the cleansing!

The boy, standing in the back, watching the ongoings, starts to tear. The bandaged man grabs a bottle of lighter fluid and matches from the candle stand in the back of the church.

Carpenter: I said cleansing, not Elmo'ing. You're not going to earn back your son if you defy the will of the Lord.

The boy starts to run towards the bandaged man, but Carpenter grabs him by the collar and regards him coldly.

Carpenter: Did I say you could leave? Get back to your spot before I send you to a Catholic church.

The bandaged man returns to his seat. Most of the parish's attention is already back on The Metatron as the blasphemer is lying on the floor, bleeding.

The Metatron and the Deacon exchange a few hushed words.

The Metatron: I do hope this doesn't have to become a common occurance.

Carpenter: Really? I was hoping for more...

The Metatron: I do have my limits.

Carpenter: Yeah, and Wildcat HASN'T slept with 90% of FTWO and HVW.

The Metatron shakes his head and regards the parish.

The Metatron: At Mass Khaos, our Lord found himself deep in the darkness of the non-believers. He emerged, each time, as one of two beacons of light that those poor misguided souls can look to. The evil T.H. Power does not believe in the message our Lord brings to TKOW. He has dispatched two men, the same two men that fell to our Lord at MegaBowl V, to snuff out His light. He has placed Lord Phoenix in a triple threat match, and surrounded the ring with every other member of the TKOW roster.

The Metatron presses a button on the podium and one of the blank sections on the iconastas flips to show a painting of Matt Griffen.

The Metatron: Matt Griffen was once the right hand of our Lord, but he does not see the path. He cannot feel the fire within. He is not worthy of our Lord's humble demeanor. He has stepped forward, claiming to be the man that will bring down our great house, brick by brick. He wishes to tear Phoenix down, brothers and sisters, and in doing so, he has asked, nay begged for, his own bloody demise. He witnessed only the slightest touch of greatness at MegaBowl V, while Phoenix was still confused, was still simply mortal. Now that he has transended that limitation, what hope does one such as Matt Griffen have? Phoenix shall arrive, and bathe him in the glory that is Pain & Suffering. And he shall do it over and over again, as many times as needed, in order to show that man the truth.

The Metatron hits another button, this time revealing a picture of Tobias Burden.

The Metatron: Tobias Burden was once on the path that those gathered here today walk. He was a devout follower of Pain & Suffering, but that all changed at MegaBowl V. He faced down the Lord himself, and was destroyed within by what he saw, what he felt. Tobias has been in battles and wars, but nothing could have prepared him for Phoenix. His old mentor, Jace Mingla, learned that the hard way at MegaBowl IV, and it was only fitting for Tobias to learn the same lesson a year later. Now Tobias is a new man. A weaker man. A broken man. He will face the man that broke him at Mass Khaos. All of you know the result already. You know what will happen when he is face to face with the man that broke him. He will fall to his knees, and pray for redemption in the eyes of his Lord, Phoenix, but Phoenix will show him no mercy. He shall strike down with righteous vengeance and fury upon the one called Burden, and once more, leave him in a broken, bleeding pile upon the ringmat.

The Metatron bows his head as the boy brings Carpenter the burner again, restocked.

The Metatron: Lord Phoenix, may you enter Mass Khaos with all the prayers and love of your followers in your heart. May our strength, be your strength. May you show Matt Griffen and Tobias Burden the way to the promised land through your fists and your boots. Lord, have no mercy. Offer them swift but painful ends. Cleanse their souls and their minds.

Carpenter: Let us pray.

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is shown backstage with Claire Matthews. Bob is wearing a white shirt and jeans, Claire is wearing a red bikini top and a dress. Claire looks worried, Bob looks at Claire and begins to speak.

Lancelot: Don't worry, it will all be ok.

Claire: It's not you i'm worried about - its the Television title.

Lancelot: Oh gee, thanks.

Claire: Well you, you mend - but if you lose the TV title, how are you gonna get it back from Carpenter?

Lancelot: I won't lose, Claire - Carpenter doesn't give a shit about the belt. If he did, do you think he would've no-showed the match when I won it? All Carpenter wants to do is fight - I am one match up on him, - even if he does beat me this time, he wont beat me twice more. Phoenix is just going to interfere and I will win the match by DQ.

Claire: Hmm, alright.

Lancelot: I am taking this belt to new levels, did you see when Schnitzel and I cleared house of Phoenix and Carpenter last Mass Khaos? We beat the hell out of the undefeated TKOW Champion and his brother. So if that stupid prick Phoenix wants to come down and get his brother disqualified, I say let him. I'm not bothered, it just means I get the night off in 3 weeks and get to keep my title. It also means that I get to beat the holy hell out of supposidly the best wrestler in TKOW and get another chance to prove why Bob Lancelot is better than every single person in the locker room.

Claire: So you are going to fight him by yourself? \

Lancelot: Hell no! I'll have Schnitzel and you at ringside to ensure that Phoenix doesn't fuck with me. Just let him punch me once, the refaree rings the bell for DQ and then get Schnitzel to come in and then me and him will fuck Carpenter and Phoenix up once more.

Claire: Ok - just watch that your plan doesn't backfire on you. Church of Pain and Suffering are no push overs....you might of just gotten lucky last week...

Lancelot: Claire, that wasn't luck - that was greatness proving itself.

Bob grabs his bag off the floor and heads to his changing room. Claire follows him.

Lancelot: You are in the presence of TKOW's biggest superstar, The Hardcore Superstar Bob Lancelot - never forget that. No matter if Phoenix holds the "Fiery Championship" it doesn't mean he is the best in the business - I proved that last week, and if neccessary I will prove it again next week, and the week after that, and the week after - I will prove it on any given night in any given place. If he causes me to lose....then I will cause him to lose - and him losing his undefeated streak will hurt him more than losing once out of my three matches against Carpenter will hurt me!

Claire: SO are you going to be a lumberjack?

Lancelot: Damn right I am! Ending Phoenix's winning streak and beggining his losing streak is going to be damn fun! The downfall of the champion begins at Mass Khaos, first I will take out his brother and then I will take out him. The Church of Pain and Suffering will be no more come Holiday Hell and it will all be down to Bob Lancelot and Dark Schnitzel - The Devine Comedy.

[T.H. Power]

T.H. Power looks to be out of shape. He looked to be out of shape at Mass Khaos, but no one really cared to mention it.

Actually, he's technically more IN shape now. In his old shape that is.

That's right, Mr Power packed on a little weight.

What? I eat when I'm upset. And nervous. And horny. If you get my drift.

Don't backtalk the narrator.

It works for Cobryn. And Hung. And like, the other 20 guys that use narrators.

Yes, but you're not real. All in Phoenix's head. Never in the same place at the same time, and all that jazz.

Can we not talk about him? *opens a package of Kit-Kat bites*

Whatever you say, you're the boss. How about you talk about Crim?

Yeah, yeah that's a good idea. Crim, you've been through a lot over the past few months. Heck, been through a lot since leaving SCW. You found out something important.

What's that T.H.?

That I'm not Soutter. I may be an overweight fedhead, but I'm not eating everytime you see me.

Oh, and I don't suck horribly in the ring. Or on the mic. Or when I'm naked with other men.

TMI sir.

Sorry.

No problem. I'll just be puking.

You learned that TKOW wasn't the bushleagues. This isn't SCW, or FTWO Crim. You have to WORK for what you want here. And you're working against people bigger, better, faster, stronger, and with way more will than you. I think you've learned that, viewing your tag teams dismal record. Last week, you even lost to two girls! Granted, they're some hardass chicks, but still Crim.

Now see Crim, you like to go around and brag that you used to be top notch in SCW. Guess what Crim. So was that ho-bag Wildcat Lynn Brewster. She was champ and everything. Then she came to TKOW and went down-

She was doing that in SCW too sir.

Not. What I meant.

Whoops.

What I meant was, she won, what, one match in TKOW? Ever? She was under more guys then, well, she gets under outside of the ring.

Maybe you should slide away from the whole slut thing. It's SO overused.

You started it.

Touche.

The point is, Wildcat couldn't suck her way to a win, and she was STILL awarded two title shots, till I made her have to earn the second shot, and she up and ran away.

Now what happens to you, Crim, when you become the new Wildcat? What happens when you take loss after loss after loss because you aren't trying as hard as the big names in this company. Tobias Burden MAIN EVENTED MEGABOWL V just MONTHS after his return to TKOW. Meanwhile you're spinning your gears, doing what? Hoping someone that sucks more then you do gets put up as your next opponent?

What's going to happen when you get in that ring with T.H. Power, a man that went toe to toe with Cobryn and lived to tell the tale? A man that's had more poon in the last week then you've had wins in your TKOW career? A man that's gone at it with Carpenter, and begged for more from Matt Griffen? You can't stand up to a woman that's barely recovered from being kidnapped and mistreated, AFTER not recieving the proper medical attention following her bout with Carpenter at MBV, and now you're going into the ring with ME.

Bring your club Crim. Bring the Southgate Suckups. I want them to see that when they pin their hopes on the deluded dreams of an underachiever, someone bigger and better will always come along and rip their head off.

*Power throws Phoenix's old mask on the desk.*

Do me a favor. Wear this. You're not going to get a respectful match out of me going in as yourself. You're a worm, Crim. Coming out in the sun after a warm rain. And I'm just going to squash you under my boot on my way to dealing with the Church. You're barely a footnote Crim.

Unless you can find a way to prove me wrong.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

Matt: Once I wouldn't have believed it, but you know, things change. Some people change.

The shot opens to reveal Griffen at Dr. Cliff Hawke's house in New Jersey. He is inside the backyard living space, which looks bare without all the greenery that had grown in and over it in the warmer weather. The appliances are covered to protect them from winter damage.

Griffen sits on the counter space, dressed in boots, jeans and a thickly fleeced denim jacket with his hands stuffed in the pockets. The wind plays with his strawberry blonde locks. His skin is just the slightest bit pink from the cold and his breath is visible on every exhale. He eyes the camera.

Matt: Then again, some don't. Fans are wondering, wrestlers are wondering, but only two of you know for sure just who did it. Was it Phoenix, the one who has apparently changed, or, Tobias, the one who claims he is, but may not be? Do I care which of you it was?

He shakes his head.

Matt: Not really. I'm sure you're thinking that I'm lying. *shrugging* It doesn't make any difference because at Mass Khaos it will be be the two of you in the ring with me. Two. For. One. I have a 100% chance of inflicting payback on the culprit. All's fair in love and war... and when going for the title. Maiming someone so they will be weakened in the battle for the title was the idea, wasn't it? Get old Matt riled up and keep him distracted with trying to figure out which one really did it and which person he should believe took the bat to his head at Mass Khaos. Fortunately, I'm not that gullible.

Griffen grins.

Matt: Actually, it's quite flattering that one of you felt you had to take me down. It means you really consider me a threat for the title to go to such lengths. The old Tobias would not hesitate to do that very thing. No? Remember back when A Violent Reaction decided to "punish" Phoenix at the Overdrive show? Gang up and take the man out before his match. Oh, but that's right, he's not AVR anymore. Doesn't change the fact that he is capable of doing it.

Griffen shifts on the counter.

Matt: Then there's Phoenix. The man who tossed away the people closest to him to run with his brother and become a *out of the side of his mouth* god of pain and suffering. Yeah.... right.... Would he do such a thing to an old friend? Why not? Oh... he's always defeated me, no need to have to sneak around, right?

A snort.

Matt: That may have been the truth at one point, but look who he's with now... "Deacon Murphy" and his lacky mouthpiece. He can't even speak for himself anymore. Look how far the mighty Phoenix has fallen. Oh, you still have the title, but that will fall from you soon. But why would Phoenix take a bat to me? Perhaps he saw something at MegaBowl that worried him. Just perhaps... if the hinges hadn't broken, would he have retained the title? We'll never know, but maybe the events in that cage made him realize he's not what he thought he was. Just perhaps he knows I would have had him, or perhaps Carpenter saw it and decided to take care of two things at once. Break ties with Section 8 friends and take out someone who could possibly usurp his brother. Makes sense, doesn't it? First Aello, then Matt, then... who in Section 8 is next? Kid? T.H., Skye? Or will it be Burden?

At a loud whistle from behind the camera, Griffen looks past it and nods.

Matt: *to the person who whistled* I'll be right in. *to the camera* A three way dance to get things started. Which of us will walk out at Mass Khaos with a win.... or will any of us? It IS lumberjacked. Anything can happen. Something WILL happen. You know it will. That's a given. Whether it's to any of our advantages, we'll find out when we're in the thick of it.

Griffen stands and dusts off the seat of his jeans.

Matt: For now... I'm ready to go warm up with some hot chili and some hot women. I'll see y'all later.

Griffen walks toward then past the camera. It turns to follow and stays on him until he enters the back door.

Matt: *to someone inside* Hey there, beautiful. Feeling any better?

The door closes with a ~click~ as the scene goes black.

[Carpenter]

As The Metatron continues his sermon, Deacon Carpenter steps back behind the iconastas, dragging the boy with him. He drags him to a dark corner and snaps a metal collar around his neck, attached to a chain, locked to the wall.

Phoenix: Let the kid go Connor. He shouldn't be part of this.

Carpenter: My FREAKIN NAME is Murphy, you dumb son of a bitch. You've done some really stupid things in your life, mostly to the women you supposedly love, but I never truly figured you to be a retard.

Carpenter fishes a remote out of his pocket. He presses a button and Phoenix begins gasping. His body is pulled tight against the stone and a slight sizzling can be heard.

Carpenter: Oh how I love this little toy. Restricting chains and straps latched to pulleys inside that little throne. I can crush you, little by little, in that thing. And how's that heated stonework working for you? Keeping you toasty warm?

Phoenix strains against the bonds, fighting the urge to sound off.

Carpenter: Just keep in mind who's in charge here...

One of the cameramen walks through the door. Carpenter presses two buttons. A panel slides shut, covering the dark area the boy is chained up in, and Phoenix loosens, taking a deep breath.

Carpenter: What?

Fredy: I need to get something from you in regard to your upcoming match with Bob Lancelot.

Carpenter: Right, right. The terd that never was. Bobby. Bob. Bobo. Let me enlighten you. And I'm good at that these days. It's what I do. My, calling, as it were.

Bobo, I'm sure that you're happy with the result of last weeks little "match". You got a few shots in, I yawned at them, and then my good brother, our Lord and Savior, took you for a ride to hell.

Now while I'm sure you'll yammer on about your return blast, it's really not of any importance. What's important here is that I'm looking at my shelves and realising that there's an empty space, about the size of a title belt. Seeing as how the Brainless Birds got the tag titles held up months ago, and Phoenix is keeping the TKOW Title nice and toasty, I guess that means that you've become a target.

Or have you?

Fredy: Care to explain that?

Carpenter: Of course. You see Bobo, I follow in the footsteps of greatness. I hope to one day achieve the spiritual enlightenment that he has. To achieve the plateau of wonder that he sits on. To reach out, and grab the future around the neck with both hands, and choke it until it spits out what I want, when I want it.

Right now, Bobo, I want you.

Not that piece of tin you covet. Riches and shiny baubles aren't the answer Bob. If they were, you'd have made the hospital your permanent home, wouldn't you have, Bobo. You remember the ladder match, don't you Bobo? Half of TKOW riding my ass, and I shook it off like I had gotten feathers dumped on me, and took your precious belt. And then when you won it back, I was busy swapping Claire feel-up stories with general seating Section C, D, and E.

Carpenter manages to convey a grin through his bandages.

Carpenter: We might have one more match, or two more matches, Bobo. It all depends on how the heck I feel come Mass Khaos. I may be too bored to bother with you. Or maybe, I'll make you sweat, and I'll lock you in Death Row and laugh as you tap your life away.

Heck, I might just give Claire a Lethal Injection, and call it a night.

But do yourself one favor, Bobo. Leave your bitch Schnitzel at home. He was a non factor when I beat you senseless last time. He was a non factor last MK. And if he gets involved, I'll have Phoenix put him in the ground for good. We aren't Syberus and his pal here Bobo. The Devine Comedy don't worry us. We are The End of everything you've ever known. The End of light. The End of love. The End of you.

Be prepared for hell come Mass Khaos Bobo.

Or, not.

We'll find out, together.

Carpenter starts laughing as he reaches for the HeadCam and-

*sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*

[Tobias Burden]

"These chains can not bind me forever"

We fade in from black into a solitary steel room, faded blue, bleak... thin rays of light streak in through small slots cut in the steel... where the sealed off room though remains a mystery, however, yet the hues and colors of light seeping in through the cracks continue to change.

Who occupies the room is a certain point of interest however, he sits on the only object in the room, a solid steel bench drilled right into the wall, his hands cuffed and chained to the floor, as are his ankles.

His boots are torn in muddy, the left one is missing a lace and the right one's sole is beginning to give away, as we trace up his body we see that the rest of him is in as much disrepair, black jeans with huge gapping holes in them - the ankles of them are practically caked with mud - there is no belt to hold them up, merely a rope, a blue hoody covers his upper body... except for the parts that are worn thread bare, the left sleeve is practically gone...

Finally we reach the man's face, streaked with dirt though it is; it does little to hide his smile, which appears sadistic and twisted among the stubble that crosses his jaw line. And the fact that his eyes are hidden underneath the bangs of greasy unwashed hair does little to rid him of his dark appearance.

"These chains can be broken... if not by my flesh, than by my will."

His grin cracking even wider, the figure looks up so his eyes finally meet the camera, and despite what the rings underneath his eyes suggest, his irises are crystal clear, and all but gleaming with excitement and energy...

... They're the eyes of Tobias Burden...

"No, I don't mean these things will magically unshackle as though I've hopped off the set of some George Lucas movie... I meant my will... my will has the power to get me out of these chains, because it's not only my hopes and dreams I carry on my shoulders, but rather, the will of the people that surround me."

He starts to chuckle... which then turns into a painful cough but soon subsides.

"But I'm not as strong as I could be, at least not yet, and that's because of the doubt that surrounds me... The announcers, the bookers? hell even the commentators, all of ?em, instantly assume I?m back to my old ways as soon as something bad happens to a fan favorite.?

?The Church must think they?re pretty clever, leveling Griffen off and leaving me holding the bat, but I know the fucking truth, and Griffen, for how much you championed for me after the chaos that was Megabowl I thought you woulda known better, I thought you were better than that, after all Matt, hasn?t the church left you lying before? What makes you think it was me huh!? ARE THESE MERELY TWO FACED ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT ME AND MY INTEGRITY?!?!?

He slams his head backwards into the steel wall hard enough to render an echoing bang, then glares into the camera.

?My character has been brought into judgment on both sides of the line, by the white and the black, the good and the evil! And here I am, bound down, surrounded, and backed into this fucking corner, a small grey area? well I CAN?T LET THAT HAPPEN!?

His hands grip tightly on the chains binding his wrists and he starts yanking against them, we can see the hoop in the floor that they?re chained to begin to bend and twist.

?I?ve worked? too fucking hard? for too fucking long and all of you ? ugh ? can do nothing but doubt me? you try? so hard to make the people that I represent think less of me, to hate me? - fuckin? chain! ? but I won?t be brought down to that level? RRRRRAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!!!?

With the snap of bending steel the chain breaks free sending Tobias back into the steel, he recovers from the shock of the thump quickly though and kicks the side of the wall, then starts smacking against it futilely.

WHAM~!

?? You hold me down??

WHAM~!

?? With your preconceptions and ??

WHAM~!

?? your accusations, lacing your words with??

BAM~!!!

?? Barbs and pitfalls??

SLAM~!!!

?? You lower people?s expectations and thoughts of me??

CRASH~!!!

?? You try to make me seem deceptive and??

Bam~!!!

?? Indecisive! GODDAMMIT ALL TO FUCKING HELL!!!?

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Tobias rears his arm back and takes a massive punch at the steel, busting his knuckles open badly, making small smatterings of blood run down the wall. He backs away, breathing heavily, but he doesn?t nurse his hand, or any other part of his body? he merely stands there expectantly, glaring silently at the walls.

?You guys? all of you? Phoenix? Carpenter? Griffen? even Johnny FUCKING STYLES!! You look to cast me down, your accusations hurt me, but you know what? The people I represent, they will follow me because they know better than you people do, and I will rise up for them. Come Mass Khaos, I will rise, and I will fight you, and your conceptions of me??

BOOM~! An explosions sounds and Tobias gets bounced around the room? he ends up landing on the roof as screams, shouts and gunshots sound outside. Tobias sits upright quickly, a gash opened across his forehead and a smile now returned to his lips.

?? I?m gonna be more than what any of you people can handle? because though I?m one lowly man? Phoenix? Griffen? I aim to break the mould. To break the system? how? because although this body holds but one consciousness, I carry the spirit of thousands? you?re not just fighting one man-?

?He?s in here!?

Light gets shed into the room as a door off screen opens and baths Tobias in light? the young wrestler stands and takes two steps towards the light before addressing the camera again.

?? You?re fighting a riot.?

(Fades to black)

[Outer Force]

The cameras open up to a drizzy omnious sky. It looks like either storm or snow clouds, but its unknown at this time. The cameras then pan down to show a building, as well as Crim standing out in front of it. With a leather jacket, his silver sunglasses, blue jeans and a pair of white tennis shoes, he leans against the brick building. The cameras zoom in on him as his head is tilted downwards. It sounds like he's mumbling something under his breath. He then looks up through the sunglasses and notices the cameras. He scoffs at it slightly before starting to speak.

Crim: So, I finally get my break eh? My one on one match. I didn't care who it was against, as long as I got my singles match. I wanted to bust back out as a singles competitor again.

A brash smirk appears across his face as he tilts his head back some.

Crim: But against T.H. Power? Wow, I didn't expect the big boss himself to step out of the office for this one. Then again, I didn't expect for them to give me this break.

He shuffles his arms slightly where their folded on his chest. Wrinkling his white T-Shirt underneith.

Crim: But hey, two suprises? I wonder what I've done to deserve this? I mean sure, a singles match against Power, thats something, but what does it really mean? It sounds almost as if there's something hiding beneith the surface of this. It almost looks too good to me....

He shrugs his shoulders and raises his eyebrows slightly.

Crim: Power must not be happy with me. But, I'm not anyone's whipping dog, not anymore. We see that now that The Order is gone. He's upset because Saphron and myself couldn't destroy the Birds of Prey? I'd figure he'd be happy that we destroyed The Order.

He lowers his eyebrows and then tilts his head slightly to the left.

Crim: But this would be a glorious restart to my singles career. I did so well in SCW as a singles wrestler, its time I got my chance again. I can bring the TV Title to new heights, like none thats been seen since Samhain himself had the belt. And all I have to do is beat the big boss himself, T.H. Power.

Afterwards, he took off his sunglasses and folded them up in his right hand. He then stuffed them into his right pants pocket as he stared into the cameras.

Crim: And all I have to do is beat the boss himself. As easy as that sounds, I know it won't be. Just because I've lost alot in tag matches doesn't mean that I've still got fight in me, by myself. Power, you booked this match, and I've got a good feeling you understand what you're getting yourself into.

Crim unfolded his arms and walked towards the cameras.

Crim: Because, if you didn't know...then you're only cheating yourself in this match. And I hate to have to fight an uneven match....

He then walks pass the cameras as they fade out to black.

[Onslaught]

OOC: Response promo-ness!

A Cadillac rolls into view, and the camera pulls back to reveal that the location is the parking lot of the Hampton Coliseum in Hampton, Virginia. The driver steps out and opens one of the rear doors. Julia Chill steps out first, cell phone to her ear. She is wearing a form fitting white dress and red heels. Benedikt steps out next. He?s wearing purple leather pants, a tight white shirt, and a purple overcoat. The camera rushes in to meet him.

Benedikt: My, my?.you TKOW people are quite the prompt ones, aren?t you??

Benedikt closes the door and peers over at the stadium.

Benedikt: Ahhh?.I?m positively awash with anticipation. I wanted to see the arena early to get a feel for the place?.it?s atmosphere?.it?s POWER. This is my first actual wrestling match after all?and I am a man who can be called many things, but ?unprepared? certainly isn?t one of them.

However, moreso than the eagerness I feel for this athletic contest, I can?t help but feel still more eager to finally meet my opponent: Dark Schnitzel. You are a strange one?you and your attempts to penetrate my mind. All in all, it was an acceptable attempt. Are you truly going to attempt to emulate me? If so, goody goody. I should like nothing more than to see a mirror image of myself, and engage myself in combat. What a wonderous opportunity you are presenting me with Shnitzel?do you see me now? I?m quivering with anticipation.

Benedikt runs his hands up both arms as if to stave off the cold.

Benedikt: However, if it is your intention to ?get inside my head? for ill, I?m afraid I?m going to disappoint you. You see, I?m so looking forward to this encounter that such an attempt will be in vain. The excitement, the adrenaline that courses through me even now?.it?.its indescribable, and certainly nothing that can be quelled. It?.its like that surge of feelings, erotic and indescribable, that preceeds a sexual encounter.

Hmmmm?.in fact, Schnitzel, have you ever stopped to consider how much wrestling is like sex? I mean, the boundary between pleasure and pain is oh so small. I am a firm believer than the majority of people are truly sexual masochists at heart, and are just unwilling to admit this to themselves. But, you and I, we seek to do something primitive to each other at Mass Khaos?.we seek to ?violate? each other. We seek to do things to each other that are, in actuality, incredibly personally profound. Think of the inhibitions we must cast aside to lay our hands on another, to enact our deepest, darkest, fantasies of violence on another human being?.and then, when all is said and done, to reap the rewards of pure ecstacy that such acts bring. It seems so?.intimate to me?

So, Schnitzel, rest assured my friend?Mass Khaos?we will forever alter each other. Lets make a spectacle for these? ?freaks??and show them all what being a true freak is really all about?

Julia closes her cell phone and props herself up on the hood of the car. She pulls out a pack of smokes, picks one, and lights it.

Benedikt: I think that about does it my dear?.how about we take a look around??

Ms. Chill: Gladly.

Benedikt: By the way?you never did tell me what that phone call was all about?it sounded?intense?

Julia crosses her legs and plucks the cig from her mouth. She smiles at him.

Ms. Chill: Nothing more than another one of my clients acting the primadonna. I do spoil you guys, don?t I?

Benedikt shoots her a sidelong glance, and finally a wry smirk crosses his features.

Benedikt: You know I love it?

At this point, the image fades.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

OOC: A little CD to start it off...

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It?s a beautiful fall day in south central Kentucky? in the backyard of the Griffen clan?s home. The Griffen?s aren?t dressed all that warmly, indicating the arrival of a second ?Indian Summer? in the area. In the throng of people the male Griffen twins are present, both dressed casually in jeans and Ts, one wearing an official Bowling Green Fire Department T and the other wearing a Warren County EMS T. They, Matt, and apparent cousins of all ages, male and female, are currently playing touch football along with a veiled Skye and Kaylen?no sign of any bodyguards, and the female Griffen twins, who have grown even taller and filled out more since their last appearance. Even Matt?s older sister Marie and her husband, Lucas, are involved in the game taking care that their nearly 3-year-old son, Joshua, gets to ?play? as well.

Nicole, Matt?s mother, returns out of doors and moves to sit next to her husband and an elderly woman, who is well bundled for warmth and in a wheelchair.

Nicole: Dinner should be ready in about two hours!

The players pause in their play and Matt grins.

Matt: Good! Cause I?m starving!

Jacob: *laughing* You?re always hungry!

James: *teasing* We didn't grow until you moved out because we didn't get to eat!

Kaylen: So when is he NOT hungry?

Matt looks at Skye, standing near and an even larger grin breaks across his face.

Matt: *looking at Skye* When I?ve got Skye all- OWWW! Hey!

Matt rubs his head from the quick teasing blow while regaining his balance with Skye on him piggyback. He walks over to his parents carrying Skye, followed by Kaylen and Abby.

The elderly woman next to Nicole and Victor watches and struggles with her attempt at speech.

Elderly Woman: Be? nice?

Kaylen: You tell him, Aunt Ivy!

Matt turns to look at Kaylen.

Matt: *still grinning* Jeeze? and just think it took us all this time. We should have figured out ages ago that you were one of us.

Kaylen?s voice hardens as well as her face.

Kaylen: Blame it on Mother. Michael and I would have loved growing up knowing all of you and? the truth about Father. I?m glad I know now. My children will have the truth and a huge family to enjoy.

Abby steps up to Kaylen and gives her a warm hug.

Abby: Something else to be thankful for this day, surrounded by friends and family you never knew you had.

Kaylen hugs her newly discovered younger cousin back, but a quick expression flits across her face, revealing a moment of sadness and pain. She releases Abby and turns to Matt, studying his face as Skye slips off his back to stand next to him.

Kaylen: You still have to address Burden and Phoenix. How about I go get the cam and you do that so we can be done with it and enjoy the rest of the day?

Nicole sighs, a look of consternation on her face, and looks up at Matt who looks back at her, his expression grimming.

Matt: Sure. Let?s get this over with.


~ A few minutes later ~


The shot opens on a beautiful, fairly warm (60s F), fall day in south central Kentucky? in the backyard of the Griffen clan?s home. The tag football has resumed, minus Matt and Kaylen, who operates the headcam. Griffen stands by himself in a section of the garden patio, facing the yard. Seated a few feet away in front of him are his parents and grandmother, who watch the game, and other family members wandering about or in groups of conversation. Griffen?s gaze takes in his family and friends, but his expression is not a happy one.

Matt: Thanksgiving is a day to be thankful for the blessings in one?s life, the good things that happen, to be with the people you love and who love you. It?s not just a national holiday, but a personal one. People could celebrate it every day in spirit if they so wished. However, life isn?t that kind, nor are a lot of people. We all get wrapped up in the daily rituals, the grind of a job, goals we set for ourselves? sometimes to the exclusion of everything and everyone in our lives.

Griffen turns and steps further into the patio area away from the people in his life and looks directly into the camera.

Matt: That?s what you?re coming off of, isn?t it Burden. You voluntarily gave up everything and everyone to achieve greatness? yet you failed to get the title at MegaBowl. That?s why you stopped being ?The Heartless.? You realized it hadn?t done you any good up to be heartless, to sacrifice everything? for a chance at gold. You know why you didn?t get it? You didn?t get it because you gave up. Yes, you fought until your body failed you and when you roused back up, you continued to fight? then you gave up.

Griffen takes a few steps over to a tall retaining wall and half leans/half sits against it, jamming his hands into his pockets. He glances back up into the camera.

Matt: You gave a hell of a fight. Your heart was strong, but your body wasn?t. Your will wasn?t enough to overcome all obstacles and be the new champion. You breaking chains, freeing yourself is all and good, but within you a riot? Doubtful. You cry about your integrity being questioned, about you being played as deceptive. Look at your history, Burden. All you did with AVR. Now you complain about people doubting you? You beat down Jace Mingla and suddenly everything you?ve done in the past is wiped clean? No one is supposed to doubt you or believe anything wrong of you?

Griffen shakes his head.

Matt: That?s salvation and religion, not life and not wrestling. You want people not to doubt you? To think highly of you?

Griffen stands and straightens, taking a step toward the camera, which roughly focuses in on his face.

Matt: EARN it, Tobias. PROVE it to us. One good deed doesn?t make a man good. Nice isn?t always good and good isn?t always nice. Even an evil person will do a good deed? if it gets him what he wants. Don?t expect ME to just up and trust you. No. Not after all we?ve been through. When Skye and I made that truce with AVR, we didn?t say we were going to trust you or think highly of you. I praise your athletic skills because you do have the talent to be greatness. It?s there. I?m honest about that. I don?t lie about it. I said I respect you as an athlete and that?s where it ends at the moment. I won?t lie and say you?re someone I respect as a man or a friend until you earn it. Remember Tobias, YOU chose your path, and now your past is back biting you in the ass. Karma. Live with it. Deal with it. Overcome it? if you can.

Griffen looks down, an unhappy expression overcoming his face. He moves to another, higher planter wall to the side containing several ?burning bush? shrubs. He turns to face it and leans his elbows on top of it, leaning on it, staring out over a large gap of wilted, dormant mums. Unconsciously he shakes his head and lets out a sigh.

Matt: Which leads to my ?bloody demise.? I don?t think so. Blood, yes. Each of us in that ring carries blood on our hands in one fashion or another, even me. Yes, I said me. My life?s not been perfect.

Griffen turns his head to look into the camera.

Matt: But, I am man enough to speak for myself, in wins AND defeats. I don?t hide behind others. I am a free man. I make my own choices, for good or ill, whether people like me for them or not. It?s called being true to myself. The turnabout you made was unexpected and confusing. It still is, but in time, it will become clear, I have no doubt. Have your sadistic boy speak for you, Phoenix. How does it feel to have people abused and assaulted in your name? I?m sure Carpenter?s getting a kick out of it. He has free reign now, doesn?t he. Is he still ordering you around like a child? or a puppet? I noticed that at MegaBowl. He?s pulling your strings. How does it feel to be Pinnochio? You?re not a real boy any more. You?re a toy. You?re jerked around and forced to do what he wants. That must really bite. The almighty Phoenix.. no, the ?Almighty God Phoenix? being ordered about by his little out of control, madman brother. His mocking you. Him putting words into your mouth through the wanna-be priest. Foul deeds done in your name.

Griffen turns his head to gaze back through the flower bed.

Matt: You don?t deserve to hold the TKOW title any longer Phoenix. You have tarnished it, brought down its worth since before MegaBowl.

A few quite moments from Griffen pass, filled with the sounds of the football players in the background, including a sharp whistle and a ?Go Skye!? shouted by someone and some cheers. A few sniffles and a loud swallow are heard from behind the camera and it jostles a bit, a feminine hand accidentally momentarily in the frame, then it settles back on Griffen, who looks back into the camera, a look of anger overcoming him, his eyes in a green blaze.

Matt: Carp?s become to you what Jace Mingla was to AVR. You?ve sunk into the darkness, your light fading, becoming his sheep. Perhaps it is best that you and Aello are no longer together. You don?t deserve someone like her, nor any future with her. You?ve hurt her beyond measure, Quinn. You?ve yet to speak with her. It better be soon.

A cold hard expression overcomes him and his voice changes accordingly.

Matt: You know what happens when someone messes with my family?

Nicole: MATT! LOOK OUT!

Griffen turns and snatches a football out of the air just before it strikes him in the head. He throws it back out of frame and turns back to the camera.

Matt: As for breaking me? You know you can't do it. Physically you can cut me, make me bleed, break bones, tear tendons, ligaments and muscles. You have defeated me in the ring and cage, but you have never broken me. Not once. Ever. You don't have that power in you unless I give it to you and I'd be a fool to do that. I stand with Aello in defiance of you and the Church of Pain and Suffering stand for. You have turned your back on everything good in your life to inflict pain, torture and suffering. You have strengthened my convictions that you must fall. Any respect I had for you is gone--as friend, as a team mate, and as a man.

He motions for the camera to stop and the picture goes dark, followed a few seconds later by the sound of very soft crying.

Matt: *very close, tender and strong* Don?t cry. We?re here.

A quiet sob then silence.

[Bob Lancelot]

Bob Lancelot is shown sitting in a pew of an empty church. He is stooped over, praying. As the camera comes towards him, he stops and looks up at it.

Lancelot: I am here in this church today, praying. I am not praying for myself, I am not praying for my fiance, I am not praying for my title. Carpenter - I am praying for you. I am praying for your poor soul, and praying that it survives our battle on Saturday night.

Bob stands up and walks into the aisle.

Lancelot: Hopefully, within the next few months, I shall be walking down this aisle with my fiance Claire. Yes I said I will be walking down this ailse, not riding down it in a wheel chair. Carpenter - I have no fear for you any more. You took me to my limits last year - you took my title from me - but you failed in one thing - you didn't finnish me. You couldn't finnish me Carpenter - I am still standing, you put me in hospital, but it was only temporary - I came out stronger than ever.

Bob walks onto the stage in the front of the church.

Lancelot: Carpenter - I am above you now. I am better than you are, were or ever will be. I am better than my television title, I am better than your brother Phoenix, I am better than TKOW. I don't know why the hell I even stick around this shit hole of a federation. I have had calls from much better places - I just don't want to walk out of this hell hole without winning the Fiery Championship... and that will happen in time.

Lancelot: But for the moment, it is all about me and you. I will get to Phoenix after I move you out of my way. I have decided, we will not need match number 3, I'm winning on Saturday - and on Saturday night, whilst you sleep on your cold, hard matress in the mental home, tossing off in the corner of the room at 2am because you can't get none. You sad, pathetic waste of a human being - I will be in my lovely, soft, warm hotel room - shagging my beutiful fiance Claire Matthews, I'll be banging her all night long, in every position imaginable....and you...you will be wiping the sperm off of your fingers and onto the floor of your cum stained cell. Just one more wank, another jerk on your tiny pin dick. I have had enough of even wasting my time making this promo on a pathetic, worthless piece of toss like you. I don't even want to fight you any more you make me so sick. Don't worry though I will be there and will take pleasure in smashing your stupid, worthless skull into small pieces.

[Dark Schnitzel]

A black screen with the TKOW logo appears as another audio recording begins.**

Dark Schnitzel: Ahhh yes. The subject is showing signs of life. I will now check to see if the subject does maintain all living organisms' traits:

Homeostasis: Unchecked
A cell organization: Positive
Metabolism: Positive
Growth: ?? Unchecked
Movement: Positive
Reproduction: Unknown
Response to stimuli: Positive
Mortality: We'll see.

Subject's profile does match its behavior.
Additional information: Subject is untrained and misguided.

Assimilation is nearly complete. The mere mention of this process has aroused the subject. Subject is unaware that he has contributed, even after listening to this sentence. The subject has been confused, for it has contributed to its defeat.

The people want proof:

Subject has mistaken your humble narrator for a normal opponent. Therefore, psychological warfare pattern is suitable for that of the normal, slightly homophobic male. The average male will fear getting touched in the prohibited areas, thus shaking him of his stability, rendering him completely helpless in case of any surprising maneuvers. The wrestlers, of course, engage in these contacts on a daily basic, but after being brought to their attention, they crumble like rusted metal. Your humble narrator is unaffected, for he learnt how to cope with this profound information.

Assimilation guarantees protection.

Benedikt, you used an analogy. You compared sex and wrestling. That disappointed me, seeing as pretty match everything can be compared to sex. I can compare sex to eating a phone book and get away with it. The analogy's not going to hit me in the head with a chair so why bother?

Maybe you choose to conceal yourself in order to throw me off, but either way you have given me information, used for assimilation.

And again, assimilation guarantees protection.

All you have done as of now is attempting to tap into inexistent latent homophobia.
You're shooting your arrows into the dark.

I will continue to peel you off like an onion, until I reach the core or until I see feet.
Perhaps we'll lose interest in each other after our match and carry on our marry ways. Maybe nothing is going to change, and no one will develop.

That might be for the best, there's no need for revolutions at this day and age.
We are going to fight this MK, how we are going to do it is up to you.

Oh and Carpenter, would you mind taking Phoenix's cock out of your mouth?
I can't understand what you're saying. Many thanks.

*The recording stops.*