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[TKOW Board]

LIVE SUNDAY, JULY 1, 2007

Kentucky Exposition Center, Louisville, Kentucky


MAIN EVENT
Television Title Match
No Count Out Match
TV Champion Bob Lancelot w/Claire Matthews
vs Kaycee Tanner w/Brandon Young & Adrian Tanner, Jr.


Tag Team Match
2 to 1 Pinfall!
The Church of Pain and Suffering (TKOW "Fiery" Champion Phoenix & Carpenter)
vs the Birds of Prey (Trine & Lady Hawke) w/Matt Griffen


Triple Threat Match
"The Android" Johnathan Doberman vs Communist John w/Katie vs Jace Mingla


15 Minute Time Limit Match
Dan "Cypher" Kilburn vs T.H. Power


Also

PPV New Era Invitational Announcement

Remember the RP rules. The first promo via PM to the TKOW Board account is due Thursday, June 21st at 11:59 p.m. Eastern Time. The response promo (in promo thread) and On-the-Spot promo deadline is Wednesday, June 27th at 11:59 p.m. Eastern Time. Segments are due in the 29th and match votes (from every handler!) are due in by the 30th. On-the-Spot will be open straight through the 27th if you want to take your promo battle beyond the regular promo allowance or for extra credit. Remember! O-t-S is shoot/trash talk ONLY! Any character development should be posted in the CD forum during the promo period to count for extra credit.

[Phoenix]

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....

WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO PROVIDE YOU WITH A MESSAGE FROM THE SERENDIPITY NETWORK!

The scene begins in a meadow. The camera revolves around bushes, trees, and birds chirping in the sky on a hot summer day. The camera then fades into a bench, where Dan Kilburn is sitting down, staring off into space, holding in his hands a giant box with a bow on top. He simply stares off into space as a man comes in using a walker for support. He looks quite old, and is wearing a pair of sunglasses, an HPWA t-shirt, and old 40's khakis. He slowly makes his way toward the bench and sits down, just staring off into space with Dan.

Dan suddenly turns his face to the left to see the man sitting beside him. He holds the box to him and talks in a slow voice.

Kilburn: *in a slow Southern voice* You want a chocolate?

The old man turns to him.

Old Man: Stay away from me ya young whippersnapper! Don't ya know who I am?

Kilburn: Not really.

Old Man: I'm the boss of HPWA! I'm T.H. Power... and I need my teeth.

Kilburn: Well, I can help find that for you.

Dan opens the box and takes out a giant baseball bat from the box, before letting the box go. He then takes a swing at the T.H. Power impersonator, knocking the guy out.

Kilburn: Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what yer gonna get inside... in my case, I found myself a baseball bat.

He taps the bat on the bench a couple times.

Kilburn: A Louisville Slugger. The best kind.

Dan smacks the bat on the old man again, breaking the bat in half.

Kilburn: Not a very strong slugger, that's for sure.

Dan looks at the bat for a second before throwing it in the floor. Dan then goes back to staring directly at the camera, staring endlessly at it, still speaking in that slow Southern voice he has so not accustomed to.

Kilburn: Ya know T.H. Power, someday we all grow old. And we know that you're tryin' to hold on to those once reachable dreams of yours of making your HPWA all great n' stuff, but now you can't even manage to keep TKOW afloat, can ya? You have to do one surprise after another every match in a continuous strain to try to take the TKOW title from Phoenix, and yet Phoenix is still the champion, so ya can't even do that right.

But yer growin' old, I'm sure everyone will understand...

Kilburn looks up at the trees acting rather quaint before staring back at the camera, now growing far more serious. He stares down the camera and gets rid of the slow Southern voice, back to his normal voice.

Kilburn: And old is never good for someone who has SO much to prove, isn't it Power?

Because that's what you're turning to for me, and everyone else in TKOW. Old. You're a joke now. You try to save the federation from Phoenix as the TKOW Champion, and look what happens... the Church is still here. Face it Power. For a "big businessman", your business deals make about as big benefits as Lindsay Lohan passing out in her car.

Old Man: Ooh! Burn!

The old man suddenly is awake, but still cannot get up from the beating he took earlier.

Kilburn: Go back to sleep future Power.

Old Man: Oh... okay.

The old man starts to snore loudly.

Kilburn: You see Power, you can't do shit around here in TKOW. My very reason for coming here was because I was looking to be part of the revival in this place, and you turn a revival into a DE-vival. Now even more wrestlers are wondering where the hell your head is.

What happened to the Tag Team titles around here first and foremost? Tag teams not good enough to fit your needs? How about your little Women's Division with the T&A? Couldn't find enough bitches in the strip clubs to add to your roster? With a mug like that, I'm not too surprised. Shit, the way you act with your roster, and the way you hide behind an office all day only to come out on shows and hog up all the airtime... I'm starting to wonder if your initials aren't V-K-M, my T-H-P homefucker.

Kilburn chuckles before continuing.

Kilburn: And that's why you can't do anything right. You're a washed-up old has-been trying to make your precious HPWA big through the only fed puny enough to be in it... only because YOU made it that way, Power.

*cooing voice* Aww... did I hurt your feewings? *normal voice* Too fuckin' bad. It's time for a dose of reality. The truth is, you can't beat me in ANYTHING. I'm a better businessman, I'm smarter, I'm more willing, I'm a better management player, and I'm just a better overall wrestler than you...

...and it scares you to fuckin' death. Because you know that.

Kilburn smirks confidently.

Kilburn: I remember your last singles match you had... back when they were still writing Genesis for the Bible. It was against Crim. You told him to at least make him look respectable by having him wear Phoenix's old mask, because you couldn't wrestle him respectfully enough without it.

Now, I'm telling you take that mask and wear it yourself. Because I can't take you seriously the way you are, you old has-been. You're a joke. You don't deserve to be in the same ring as me, and anyone who has seen me wrestle outside of TKOW will tell you just why you will never be able to stand up to the Sharp Dressed Man. You've just made yourself the biggest mistake of your life, by taking me on, hoping to pick up an easy win... because you're not. You're going to find this as the hardest match you've ever been in. You're going to wish you were back in the Gauntlet...

Because Power, ya old fart, I've only been playing until now. Come Mass Khaos, you're going to witness something you probably wish you never experienced. The most humiliating defeat of your career. A defeat so humiliating you'll wish you had never heard of the name Dan Kilburn.

Kilburn steps back a couple steps.

Kilburn: Because after all... *returns to his old Southern voice* Stupid is as stupid does...

*in normal voice* And you're the stupidest of them all.

Mass Khaos, T.H. Power... you're going to be grilled... well done.

Dan steps back a couple more steps looking at the old man. He picks up a piece of the broken bat and stares at it for a second, before looking back at the camera.

Kilburn: This is a message from the Serendipity Network.

Back to your regularly scheduled programming...

Kilburn shouts out loud and throws the bat at the camera, breaking the lens.

Static.

End.

[Phoenix]

A voice, a manly voice, a voice of the people, a voice not muffled by exploding limos, chews roughly through the grim darkness.

So there I was, at the precipice of greatness. HPWA was the hottest act in Ring Syndicate, Phoenix was taking home the title, and I was across the ring from...

Ok, so it's darkness because the camera hasn't been turned on yet. Sue someone.

A picture of Clench, giving a wink and a thumbs-up holding a copy of Crackdown with a "Halo 3 Beta Invite" sticker appears on the screen though, complete with the caption "My god, this guy held a TKOW Title once. And Killburn hasn't. Paid for by HPWA."

You know what? Doesn't matter. Name dropping ancient history, while not beyond me, is best saved for an opponent I can respect. An opponent with an ounce of deceny. An opponent...

A Photoshopped poster shows Amy Chastaine and Lynn Brewster hooking up in the ring. On a turnbuckle behind them, is a kitten with a freaked out look on it's mug. The caption? "Every time there's a crappy Main Event like this, god kills a kitten."

Like Amy Chastaine.

Finally, FINALLY, the pictures and the blackness fade, and we're in the pristine modern office of one T.H. Power Esq Jr the VIIth.

Just made up all that Esq Jr the VIIth.

He's looking immaculate, all spic and span and shiny...

Ok, no, T.H. is looking haggard, unkempt, unshaven, and there's a particular odor eminating from his desk...

Killburn, you slay me. You overrated single celled amobeic fuck. You actually think calling me out means shit? What the fuck have you done lately besides being run out of any fed that likes Amy? Hrm?

The shot shifts to a split screen. The Bayou Street Mafia is... Wait. Is that really what they call themselves? You're kidding me. You're not kidding? Bayou Street Mafia? There's like four of em. Why didn't they just call themselves Poozer and the Gang? Was Cypher's Angels taken? Cmon people work with me here...

Oh, and Cypher. Buddy. Pal o mine. Second cousin twice removed. Before you go doin that rubber glue thing everyone loves so much, let's get something clear.

T.H. straightens up and clears his throat, and begins his best non-Geico caveman impersination.

I not wrestler. I bossman. I pay you too much to sit on ass and whine.

There's a nice split screen shot of T.H. writing out Kiullburn's check. Not a lot of 0's there folks...

You, on the other hand, are a bone-E-fido grappler. Supposedly.

T.H. shrugs.

And I'm still gonna sit on your head and make you wish you were still in Communist John's crotch.

The splitscreen begins playing very grainy footage, which KINDA looks like Cypher giving a pickle head. Sorta. Not really.

We've seen the tapes.

A disclaimer appears under the footage. "HPWA has no claims on the validity of this tape. Production may have been paid for by PowerCo in association with PowerPumperPorn Ltd."

Everyone who gets in the ring with me expects Vince McMahon. Newsflash Killjoy. I'm professionally trained, I've professionally competed, and I don't professionally suck. That's where you take over for me as my stunt double.

The footage replays. Sorry.

You strike me as the type that needs a crowbar to the skull to understand his place in the pecking order. You think you're something special when you've accomplished nothing. You think CJ is something special cause he's a Howard Stern show reject. So seeing as how I have some excess testosterone lying around, I may as well use it to embarass you thoroughly. Hell, I'm sure everyone already thinks I'm holding you back or some crap. May as well have you lay down like a good little Powerbitch and take what's coming. Then you can leave TKOW crying like all them other girls did.

The splitscreen shows a montage of images, including but not limited to; Lynn Brewster, her zombie son, Ghalleon, Jason Starr, EKP, Jonny B, Nick Collyer, Eric Mitchell, Harcore Al, Nate Redman, and more. The caption? "Do unto others as you would expect them to do unto you. Or at least get a good chuckle out of it."

People expect one of two things to happen at Mass Khaos. People in the know, that is.

The splitscreen shows a cuffed and bloody T.H. facing down Matt Griffen.

One, I lay down for you *quote fingers* for the good of the fed. *quote fingers* Fat chance of that.

T.H. closes the file folder he was working on and shoves it in his open briefcase.

Two, I envision Phoenix, Amy, Lynn, the KGB, Jonny B, Sadler, Williams, and every other stank assed disease riddled cesspool of humanity that's ever got down on me without having a damn clue who I am, see them in your face...

Power's gaze sharpens, his eyes betraying the clarity of the mind working underneath the unpreened exterior of the TKOW Owner.

And then, Killburn? God... And I don't mean Phoenix... better have mercy on your soul. Cause I'm fresh out.

T.H. cracks his fingers, and stands.

As a once good friend once said;

You think you know me?

T.H. shakes his head, smirking, and walks around the desk, out of the camera shot. A door opens.

You have NO idea...

T.H. chuckles and the door clicks closed. The camera moves in towards the case, focusing on the label, and


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[Phoenix]

Jace rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to disgorge the remaining tiredness from them, but the only effect this had was to make the bright light in his kitchen all the more irritating. Jace found his way to a barstool wearily and squinted at his guest seated across from him at the kitchen table. The old man removed the peculiar black cap from his head and gave it a little shake to start it on the path to dryness, for a storm was raging outside and he had braved it all the way to Jace’s front door.

Anton. The old man’s name was Anton, and it was this mysterious individual who had bequeathed to Jace a windfall of $20,000, which Jace promptly invested in his son’s outstanding medical bills. This generous gift from out of literally nowhere from a man he didn’t know was quite possibly the most fortuitous thing that had ever happened to him. Of course, like most events in his life the good was quickly swept away by a fetid wave of shit, this time in the form of another man he barely knew…Johnathan Doberman.

And coasting along behind that wave of shit? More shit. Because Jace Mingla had also discovered this man…this “Anton”….was a liar.

Anton: I thank you for allowing me to come here…I meant everything I said. I can be of great help to you, beyond the money I gave to you.

Jace leaned to the side against the island countertop. He realized he desperately wanted a cigarette.

Jace: The money….Anton….why?

Anton: Because you needed it.

Jace: That much was clear. But I don’t even know you.

Anton: And I hope to change that.

Jace: Listen. The money was a huge help, and I’m not a man who goes around accepting donations. I did it for Sam. However…I’m also not a man who goes around blindly accepting people into his life either. I’ve stayed alive this long for that very reason. So…tell me…why should I bring you into the fold…what else do you offer?

Anton: A new vision, Jace….a brand new way of living your life. Let me be frank, up until now, for a supposedly solitary man you have always been quick to surround yourselves with others. First Leona Nguyen, then Burden and Havoc. Next was Madison Dyson, and then eventually Jay St. Clair. Do you know what all those people have in common?

Jace: Enlighten me…

Anton: None of them ever truly stood up to you…none of them understood you well enough to be an effective counterpart and FOIL to you.

Jace: And you are this “effective counterpart”?

Anton: I will certainly try to be. Leona was an excellent businesswoman, but was ultimately just a pawn for you…a specimen who was far more weak willed than one might think. Burden and Havoc were subordinates to you from the very beginning, with Burden only challenging you after you revealed what you did to Leona. Madison….well, Madison was an ignorant sociopath who would follow you to the end of the earth if it meant being able to endulge her depravity…and when she became a nuisance you attempted to do away with her….failed…and then she slighted you and escaped your clutches…

Jace: How the fuck do you know that?

Anton (smirking): Educated guess. And the fact that your recent tremendous economic downturn must have had some sort of cause. Madison was obviously that cause, and it seems so appropriate for her to do away with your means of supporting your son’s illness. That just leaves Jay St. Clair…a man who was more or less your superficial equal, but in reality was a toady riding your coattails. Isn’t that right?

Jace: Does this have a point?

Anton: The overriding point, is that none of them have had it in them to tell you exactly what you have done wrong all these years.

Jace: And, pray tell, what have I been doing wrong?

Anton: Committing one of the greatest sins one can commit: the sin of stupidity.

Jace: So, you’re going to come into my house and talk shit…

Anton: Be quiet!

Jace was shocked into stunned silence. Just as before, he could feel an aura of confidence and control radiating from this man.

Anton: This is your problem. You are so enrapt in viewing yourself as a God that you have come to believe it! But the simple fact is that there is no such thing as a god…or a devil….for that matter. You aren’t a God…and you ARE fallible. You make mistakes…you allow your ego and lust for violence to control you. You see Jace, what drew me to you at first was the fact that you didn’t adhere to the same concrete moral principles that most do. You do as you wish….you embrace the animalistic and primal instincts within you that most lie to themselves about and deny. You have lead a lifestyle of indulgence rather than abstinence. You have sought personal gratification and success, despite the purile views of the masses that your means to an end are “sinful”.

In short, you are, in most ways, the personification of my Left Hand Path…the belief system I have built my life around. Save for one thing…you fail to combine your instincts and drives with sense and reason. You often act rashly and stupidly. You make a spectacle of yourself, and hurt people for no other reason than it gives you pleasure. And then you turn around and wonder why you have had so little success in TKOW.

Jace: So what your saying is that I should neuter myself and become a good little drone so TH Power will give me what I need?

Anton: One of my creeds is that we favor vengeance over turning the other cheek. So, no you should not “neuter” yourself, but approach the world with the intelligence I know you have. My followers have not been able to thrive with such a controversial belief system for as long as they have by making spectacles. What’s more, we do not blindly hate because we can like you do….but we DO hate those who have wronged us and seek vengeance.

Jace: You keep talking about your followers. Tell me Anton….what is your last name anyway…?

The space between them suddenly grew tense. Surprisingly, Anton smirked.

Anton: I suspect you already know…

Jace: But tell me. I want to hear it from YOUR lips. Spill it…spill your secret…

Anton: Very well. Lavey. My name is Anton Lavey.

And just like that, the lie was confirmed for Jace.

Jace: Ya know Anton…after our meeting I started to think you looked a little familiar, but I couldn’t remember from where for the life of me. So, I did a little digging. And it wasn’t long before I found out just who you are. You are Anton fucking Lavey….you are the leader of the Church of Satan….

Anton: Your time spent has served you well.

Jace: Oh yeah…it has! Because now I also know how full of shit you are. Anton Lavey died in 1997. You’re ten years in the grave, asshole. So why don’t you tell me who you really are?

Anton: I am Anton Lavey.

Jace: BULLSHIT! Don’t fuck with me!

Anton: I am Anton Lavey and I am here to inform you that your beliefs about the devil are as deluded as you yourself are. The devil isn’t a tangible being….the devil is the culmination of all of our innermost secret thoughts, desires, and whims. Every sin that our vicious minds can possibly conjure. The devil isn’t real Jace…the devil is a symbol…a symbol for people like you! The devil won’t…

Jace: SHUT UP!

Anton: THE DEVIL WON’T SAVE YOUR SON JACE! Because the devil is just you…he’s just me…he’s just in all of us…all of us mortals who are waiting to break through our own hypocritical self denial! Denial you are exhibiting in spades with your “devil will save my boy” NONSENSE! Even if the devil were a true being he wouldn’t give one single solitary GOD DAMN about you or Sam!

Jace got up and kicked the stool back. He stabbed his finger in Anton’s direction.

Jace: SHUT UP OR I WILL SHUT YOU UP!

Anton: Get some sense Jace. You didn’t return to TKOW for Sam….you returned to seek vengeance and thus have only succeeded in creating more trouble for yourself. And for Sam.

Jace lunged at the old man and jerked him up by his collar, staring him down eye to eye with nary an inch between their faces.

Anton: Are you going to make sure I die again, Jace?

Jace: …

Anton: Snap my frail, feeble old neck. It should be easy for you.

Jace: ….

Anton: Or maybe….just maybe…you’re slightly intrigued by this canny, overconfident old bastard who dares enter your house and preach his heresy.

Jace: None of this answers who the hell you are.

Anton: Does it really matter? I can help you Jace. I cannot promise to save the life of your son or even ensure that he isn’t stripped from your care….but I can help you become a more subtle and more terrifying machine than you have ever been.

Jace put Anton down, but none too gently. He couldn’t deny that he was intrigued. This old man, whoever he was, had a hell of a lot of balls. And, troublingly, some of what he said even made sense.

Jace: You say you advocate for vengeance. I want Johnathan Doberman dead. What do you say to that?

Anton: I say that killing him will only make you seem all the more unfit to care for your boy. It will get you nowhere. And that is what the old Jace would have done. Just like the old Jace relied on his brazen emotion to hire a worthless contract killer to murder Phoenix….only to further enrage him and bring you dangerously close to serving jail time yet again. Vengeance can and WILL come for you….but like the mythological devil of old….for it to be effective….it must be slow and insidious…

Outside, thunder cracked wildly and Anton sat back down in his seat. Jace also sat down, closer to him this time, and for the first time in a long while he truly listened.

[Phoenix]

The view is of a beach, the sand is white, the sea is green, there is a scattering of palm tree's along the shore and around twenty sun bed's lined on the sand, a couple are empty, but most contain sun bathers working on their tan's. Bob Lancelot is sitting on one of the sun beds. The TKOW Television Title belt is draped on a towel on the sand, Bob is wearing a pair of floral patterned swimming shorts and a pair of black shades. Laying face down on the lounger next to Bob is his fiancé Claire Matthews, she is wearing a pair of lilac bikini shorts, and is topless, obviously to avoid tan lines. We see TKOW guest announcer Neil Nerdesson standing next to the couple with a mic.

Neil: Heh ha hello TKOW viewers, I am here on Sunsand Beach on the lovely island of Antigua, heh ha, I have never seen so many pairs of breasts before! But I am her with another pair of tits - TKOW Television Champion Bob Lancelot and his fiancée Claire Matthews - I am going to ask you a question now - how do you feel about Mass Khaos, Adrian Tanner and Kaycee Tanner? heh *snort* ha!

Lancelot: Did I just get called a tit by the biggest nerd on the planet?? Hahaha - Oh and about that snorting thing - You really need to get that problem sorted.... but that's not important at this moment...what is important is the fact that it is summer time baby! The weather is fine and Bob Lancelot is in Antigua working on his tan! Look at all these beautiful people scattered along one of the most exclusive beaches on the island - but none are quite as beautiful as my fiancé, my love, my one and only Claire!

Claire turns her head, reaches her hand out to Bob and smiles.

Lancelot: In fact - I can't think of a single person in the entire world who is more beautiful than my fiancé. Not Angelina Jolie.... not Jessica Alba....not Scarlet Johansson, not anyone - especially not that slut Kaycee Tanner - but you got to admit, she is still pretty hot. Phoar - them titties of her's, so firm, so nice - and that ass, damn it's tight! But, Adrian, you know when I told you last show that Claire and I had a threesome with Kaycee - well I lied - it was actually a fivesome, Kaycee brought a couple of hookers along with her to join in with the fun - never have I had a more exciting night than that one! Kaycee took me to places I've never been to before, she was like an animal in the bed, we went all night and all through the day! And when I got tired, Claire took over and Kaycee enjoyed her too!

Claire turns around, sits up and looks at Bob, then puts her index and middle finger up and sticks her tongue in-between them and begins to lick, she then bursts out laughing.

Lancelot: But I'm not going to bother talking to you Adrian, no - I'm not worth your time...you want better things than me, you want better things than my Television Title, and no I’m not even going to address Kaycee Tanner either.... I'm going to address TH Power - because he is wasting my time yet again, he is making me work another match that I needent even bother showing up to the arena for - because the wonderful Mr. Power has, at the request of Kaycee Tanner put me in a match against Kaycee Tanner....that’s right...I didn't make a fuck up, no I didn't repeat the wrong name...I am actually being serious - Kaycee Tanner willingly wants to fight me - "The Hardcore Superstar" Bob Lancelot - and she actually wants to fight me for my Television Title. Ok from where I am sitting - that seems like the dumbest match in the history of TKOW....but TH Power has gone and made it the Main Event - oh and it is a No Count Out match....yeah that makes sense.....and the sky is orange, the tree's are pink and Elton John has a wife and 5 kids.....

Bob shakes his head.

Lancelot: But whatever.. you are the boss...but you realize that you are making a HUGE mistake in allowing this match to take place, because nobody will be able to hold me back at Mass Khaos, there will be no rules, and I will make full use of that stipulation when I take a steel chair and wrap it around the skulls of Adrian Tanner Jr and his associate Brandon Young, then I am going to take a pair of handcuff's and cuff Adrian to the ropes. I will then take Kaycee into that ring and actually rape her in front of the thousand's of TKOW fans live in attendance and the millions of TKOW fan's watching at home...and...oh yes...I am going to rape her right in front of her brother. Oh yeah, and I am going to enjoy it...allot... and you know what, I think Kaycee will enjoy it allot more...the dirty whore - but that is not all, when I am through with Kaycee, Claire is going to take her and make her suck off her own flesh and blood, yes that's right - Claire and I will make Kaycee give head to her very own brother - Kaycee is going to suck Adrian's cock whilst I watch. Whilst the thousand's of fan's in attendance watch, whilst millions of people watch at home. Adrian Tanner made the biggest mistake of his life when he put down the importance of Bob Lancelot.....when he put down the importance of MY Television Championship - Adrian Tanner took the liberty to embarrass me on National television, so at Mass Khaos, I am personally going to take the liberty to embarrass Adrian and Kaycee Tanner, but I won't just embarrass both Adrian and Kaycee, I will ruin their fucking lives. Now leave me the fuck alone Nerdesson, I'm working on my tan!

Claire: And stop looking at my breasts you fucking perv!

Neil: Heh ha - they looked bigger when you were in Playboy! Heh *snort* Ha!

Lancelot: Get the fuck out of here, or I'll snap your glasses in two and shove them up your ass - you fucking nerd!

Neil nods and then quickly makes his exit. Bob shakes his head in disgust at Neil as Claire fondles her breasts, sizing them up.

[Phoenix]

The scene opens on a high shot of the great room of the Bowling Green residence of the Hawke’s. It is decorated for a party. A large banner reading, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATT!!!” hangs along the middle tier of windows in the room. There are people of all ages; most noticeable are Cat and Abby Griffen, followed around by an enthusiastic Kenzie and tow-headed young boy. The two young women each lift up a child to allow them to hang up brightly colored balloons. As the camera pans to the left, a large potluck dinner can be seen lining the sideboard dividing the eating from the family areas of the room. Nicole and Vincent Griffen are in the kitchen area and going through an assortment of meats in preparation for grilling. From nearby a male voice is heard.

Male Voice: So this was your home then. It’s nice. Thanks for showing me around it.

The camera pans more to the left, this time rising up a tall wall. The casually dressed and masked Trine lightly grasps the railing of the open walk way next to the stairs. Next to him, emerging from the closed extended hall is Lady Hawke, dressed in her summer attire of long white-lace sleevings, t-shirt dress (deep red in color), white lace leggings, white sandals, and a white scarf draped about her head and across her lower face. She hesitantly nods to Trine, who looks down into the great room, presumably watching Kenzie.

Trine: I see the camera finally arrived so let’s get this done so as not to spoil the birthday celebrations for the guest of honor.

He nods his head to Skye, motioning her to stand next to him as he begins.

Trine: I’m usually tolerant of religions as long as no one is getting hurt or abused, but everyone knows that’s not the case with the Church of Pain and Suffering. There are times a person has to make a stand and defend himself physically, but to threaten, terrorize and attack people who have done nothing to you, is wrong. What’s worse is that women are being included in these actions as the victims. Only those weak in mind and spirit have to resort to bullying and terrorizing to make themselves feel good, powerful, or for pleasure. Phoenix, you may have gotten to Aello, but that’s because she was too stubborn for her own good… and you made sure no one could come to her aid. With that one act you turned away everyone who had the last shred of hope for you. Now you think to further that reign of terror with Skye? You’re sadly mistaken.

The camera shifts slightly to Lady Hawke, who has set up her laptop, speakers and all on a small stand, which she places next to the barrister. The sounds of clicking is heard behind the upright top of the computer.

Lady Hawke via Voice Synthesizer: Phoenix, you know what you have done. You know me. You know me about as well as anyone next to Matthew, moreso in some aspects. Carpenter doesn’t. I’m sure he’ll enjoy the brutality that has resulted from your actions. Brutality, terrorizing, toying with people is all he knows, all he enjoys. He fully embraces it. He lives for it. He has no conscience. Phoenix, you do. As much as that dark side calls to you, the few times you listen to its siren song and allow yourself to sink into it, the other part of you eventually calls you back. It is the part that allowed Aello to draw you back to the light after Mingla. You welcomed the return.

Trine: For a while that is. Things were going good for you weren’t they? You were on top. The TKOW Champ. You had all your friends, and a woman who cared for you, trusted you, would do just about anything for you, because, you know, even harpies have hearts and can love. What better creature to be able to deal with a phoenix and vice versa. Pretty much the ideal life. Carpenter couldn’t stand it, though, could he. He couldn’t stand that you just might be happy for once, that you might have found something you’d been seeking your entire life. He’s a miserable sick bastard, even if he is your blood relation and he doesn’t care for you at all. All he cares about is causing misery and pain and all the better if he can inflict it himself. He hates everyone and everything that isn’t him.

Lady Hawke via Voice Synthesizer: He hates you the most, doesn’t he? He arranged to make you hurt, by terrorizing and brutalizing people close to you. He has pulled you down into the darkness, turning you, making you into him… and you let him. The man who risked his life to follow me into my private hell to keep me from succumbing to that darkness, has willing entered it and now… you have set your sites on me in order to get to Matthew because the only thing you have left that means anything is the TKOW title. What will you have if he takes it from you?

The camera does a close up on her. Skye stares into the camera with her brown eyes, reaching out with them, willing the viewers to see into her very soul.

Lady Hawke via Voice Synthesizer: You know what lies in the depths of my soul and my mind as I know yours. You will not turn from this path you have chosen until you reach its end. I know that. Look at me Quinn, look closely and hear me. I know why you do this. It does not excuse what you have done and what you will do, but I do know.

Trine: *under his breath off camera* What the hell?

The camera pulls back, revealing an agitated Trine glaring at his partner. Hawke raises her hand, giving him a stubborn, silencing glance. The room gets a bit noisier as more people apparently arrive. A young feminine voice drifts up below.

Abby: Kenzie, let’s go do the lookout. They’ll be here soon.

Trine: You know and haven’t said anything to anyone!?!

Kenzie: Yeah!!! *fading* I can’t wait! I wanna see her and the…

Skye lowers her hand and continues typing when Trine becomes quiet. She turns her attention back to the camera, leaving him to continue glaring.

Lady Hawke via Voice Synthesizer: I will fight you and Carpenter with every fiber of my being even if it puts my life in jeopardy. I have lived through it once before. You saw them. You saw what I fought against in another life, to struggle to just survive. I faced them once unwillingly, unprepared. I returned later to face them of my own free will, to show them the horror they gifted me. Carpenter thinks to make me fear? From just the two of you? Tell him. I want him to know. I want him to understand what he is attempting to awaken. He will rejoice in it more than he can imagine. You know Matthew isn’t in that place of true darkness. He has only skirted the shadows, keeping to the light, while I skirt in the shadows drawn to the light, but bound to the darkness. You know.

Trine: Skye!

She slowly lifts a hand, pointing with her finger to her forehead.

Lady Hawke via Voice Synthesizer: I’ll be watching… *dropping hand back down to type* and waiting. Tell Carpenter what you know. He should know what it is he is about to unleash.

The camera starts to fade as a sudden childish yell of glee is heard.

Kenzie: YAY!!!!! THEY’RE HERE!!!

Adults: SSSShhhhh!!! It’s a surprise, everyone, take your places!

Fade.

[Phoenix]

These words appear on the screen.

The following message was sent to TKOW.com, along with a flashmovie file. The file contains a picture of the TKOW Title, and an audioclip.

The TKOW Title appears on the screen and The Metatron's voice begins to play.


This message goes out from our hearts and minds and souls, to the unclean, unloved, uncouth, Birds of Prey.

Though the Lord hath seen fit to ignore you all for one week, be assured it is only one, and He is burning with the flames of righteousness, waiting to embrace you all back into His flock. Your actions show that you, too, follow the one true path, yet you refuse to yield to it's Lord and Savior.

While just, His compassion knows it's limits, and the Birds of Prey are preparing to cross Him. He may abhore violence, but He must rain down upon thee with the wrath of the Almighty, if only to show you the error of your ways.

Lady Hawke, you were once friend, confidant, to his Holiness. Why must you stand against him? Do you not see the heartbreak this is causing? Do you not see that He bleeds for you? He burns within, for the freedom of your soul. Do not keep your back turned to Him. Face forward, with your chin held high, and He shall take your pain as his own, and bear the weight of your troubles as no one else can.

Trine, you are new to the fold, yet somehow, a familiar. The Deacon senses that you are much more than you appear to be. However, He sees you as nothing more than an obstacle on the journey to reclaim His disciples, an obstacle that must be reduced to ash, so He may once again soar with the winged ones.

The day of judgment approaches, brothers and sisters. Let us not dwell on the past mistakes of foolish mortal men and women; rather let us all rejoice. He is here, and he is willing to forgive you all for what you have done.

At Mass Khaos, make no mistake. The blashpemous will suffer.

Bow to your Lord, beg his forgiveness.

And you may suffer less.

[Phoenix]

Translated from Interlac basic:“Family is Sacred. You don’t fuck with Family.”
– Adrian Tanner.

[Fade in.]

[The scene opens and immediately we find a very irate Adrian Tanner….]



























[Tied to a chair…]

Adrian Tanner: “Mmph! Mmph mmphh!”


[With his mouth duck-taped shut and a hot brunette chick sitting on him/in his lap.]

Hot brunette chick: “Hiya! I’m Melody, and this, as you can probably guess…is Adrian Tanner!”

Adrian: “Mmmph!”

Melody: “I’m sure you’re all wondering just why he’s in the position he’s…in…at the moment…”

[She moves off of him and stands up.]

Melody: “Well, the truth is…after last week’s Mass Destruction…Mass…Uhm…”

Voice off screen: “Khaos!”

Melody: “Right, Khaos! After last week’s show you see, Adrian and Brandon, well…they were a wee bit, uh, you could say ‘upset’ at the comments made by that Bob Lancenlot guy, and well…the things Adrian’s wished on poor Bob…they aren’t pretty.”

[She looks away, sighs, and then grins again at the camera.]

Melody: “Soooo…to make sure he behaved while Kaycee did her…uh…yknow, that video thing you guys do…”

Voice off-screen: “Promo!”

Melody: “Right, thanks! A Promo, yeah. As you can imagine, the minute the boys heard about a…uh…right, a promo crew coming by, they wanted in on it. And Kaycee’s all about doing things on her own and stuff and she definitely wanted to do THIS one on her own. So, we…came up with this.”

[She points at Adrian and giggles, which only makes him squirm more. Which….only makes her laugh harder.]

Melody: “Granted, there wasn’t much of a chance we coulda pulled that (she points at Adrian again) off ourselves, so we called in some help.”

[She points towards the dining room, where longtime family friend and trainer Jeremy Young sits with two unknown, yet big looking guys, playing poker at the dining room table.]

“Say hi to the camera guys!”

[Jeremy waves to the camera, Adrian yells incoherently through the duck tape.]

Melody: “Ok, well…the promo. Right…Well, Mr. Lancelot, if I may say so…Despite the fact that I think you’re a disgusting pig even if those comments weren’t about my friend, I still think what you did was a very wrong move. Provided you survive being around Adrian and Brandon, who both want to do really bad things that I can’t repeat here to you by the way, but Kaycee in her own right isn’t someone you should go around ticking off.”

“Kaycee may not be as outspoken as the boys, but she’s got the same fire they have, and well…she_really_doesnt_like it when people attack her personal life.”

Melody: “She taped a little video she asked me to show you, which I’ll get to in a moment. I’m sure you’ve noticed she’s not actually here right now…That’s because we had to get the boys separated somehow, so she talked her other brother Bryant into letting the two of them go with him to Spain for a ‘Hardcore Europe’ something-or-other.”

“Mr. Camera-guy, if you’d be so kind. Play that video now?”

[The camera shakes up and down, ‘nodding yes’ as it were, and then the scene black out for a second. The camera comes back in to show Kaycee Tanner, sitting in the chair that was occupied by her little brother just a few moments before.]

“Bob.”

“Lancelot.”

[This isn’t your usual Kaycee Tanner.]

Kaycee: “How…DARE…you!”

[Yeah, she’s pissed.]

Kaycee: “You…disgusting…little…Ugh!”

[Really pissed.]

Kaycee: “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you…Ugh! Y’know, you’re real lucky I don’t just feed you to my brother and my boyf…Brandon. Because believe me, Mr Lancelot, they want to do very bad things to you. Very bad things…”

“And I’m almost inclined to let ‘em.”

Kaycee: “But I’m holding them off, for now…because I want to handle this myself. A stupid notion from a stupid girl? Maybe. But I am what I am. And I couldn’t resist the opportunity to kick your face in for the remarks you’ve made about me.”

“My personal life is nobody’s business but my own! And if you must know I…No…Don’t play into his game Kayc…”

[She takes a deep breath, and continues.]

Kaycee: “The point is, I’d never be caught dead with a disgusting little troll like you, or your harlot of a girlfriend.”

“Actually…I take that last part back. Claire’s alright, boob-flashing fetish aside. You however, Bob, can go straight to hell.”

Kaycee: “And if I have my say, I’ll be the one sending you there, courtesy of my razor-sharp Kaytanna! Leave your battles with brother, where they should stay you ass. With him! I’m not my brother, Bob, but you’re gonna wish I was come Mass Khaos.”

“You’re gonna wish I cared so little about the TV Title that I’d just walk away from a hand-given Title shot. But I’m not gonna.”

Kaycee: “You ruined my reputation, now I’m gonna ruin YOURS! I’m gonna do what Adrian was too proud to do, I’m gonna take your Tv Title, and then your gonna have to live with the fact that you just got beat by a GIRL.”

“Eye for an eye, as it were.”

Kaycee: “If I were you, you’d better pray I find a way to keep the boys distracted long enough for me to finish my job. Or you may lose more than just your title.”

“You brought this on yourself, yknow?”

“Ciao.”

[The scene blacks out, then opens back up to Melody and Adrian (still tied up in the chair)]

Melody: “Yeah, like I said…bad move, Mr. Lancelot. Bad move indeeAHHHH!…”

Adrian: “Kill…you..”

[Adrian busts out of the ropes and lunges out of the chair, chasing after Melody, who rushes out of the living room into the dining room. Adrian follows her, only to get gang-tackled by Jeremy and the two other guys.]

Melody: “Aww, thanks guys.”

Jeremy: “It’s what we’re here for.”

Melody: “Heh. Uh, yeah…so that’s all for now then. Ta!”

[The scene fades on the shot of Adrian kicking at anything around him trying to get off the ground, and off the three guys currently sitting on him.]

[Fade.]

[TKOW Board]

Ok, so Phoenix asked me to paste this;

Phoenix said:

Sorry I haven't changed the promos to fit their writer. I just needed to relax this evening, and I don't want to hold them back another day. Here's the order, in case you get lost.

Harpuia (Cypher)
T.H. Power
Onslaught (Mingla)
Bob Lancelot
Kahlan (Birds)
Phoenix (Church)
Havok (Tanner's)

Doberman has once again no-showed. I don't care what storyline you got going, this is unacceptable. As of now, the decsion is levied to bar Doberman from the next card, and PPV, and not allow his submissions for this show, if any get sent in. Feel free to PM me at T.H. Power or TKOW Board to discuss this further, if you'ld like, and we can possibly resolve this.

Continue promoing.

[T.H. Power]

How is it that I'm the first, and plausibly ONLY person to actually respond?

The camera fades in, predictably, on T.H. Power, who is, as usual, stranded within his office, file folders strewn on his desk, clicking away at his mizouse.

That's right. Mizouse.

They're probably all really entrenched in this whole Benoit thing. He was pretty good, I hear.

T.H. regards the camera, thoughtfully rubbing his now clean shaven face.

Fredy, get off mah lawn!!

T.H. rises, maybe a bit too quickly, as he suddenly doubles over in pain, clutching at his back. From behind the desk he raises a hand carved wooden cane, simulating ivory, undoubtedly concealing a sword or steel core. His voice now begins to creak and crack.

God damn kids! No respect for their elders!

Through camera trickery, T.H. suddenly become more wrinkled, his hair greying and regressing, a haphazard white beard growing from his just-cleanshaven face. His powersuit fades into an old HPWA shirt; faded and torn, and jeans in the same condition. His voice also gets whinier and more croaked.

I remember the good ol days when them whippersnappers would be awestruck with us veterans. We'd tell em all about Charlie, and, and, and, that other C guy, and they'd be wide eyed and mouths gaped open.

T.H. shuffles around the desk, bent over, his shirt fading into some striped yellow hideousness, his pants khaiki and hiked to his chest, glasses the thickness of the wad of cash he usually carries on the bridge of his nose. He begins coughing and two "nurses" appear, one with an oxygen tank and the other with a wet sponge.

But not anymore. Now these young pups forget where they came from. This Dan Billbird guy, for one. Oy vey if he doesn't just tax my last nerve! Prancin around in them spandex pants, tryin ta get that fatty of his to grope his goods, it's amazing he can forget sex long enough to find a ring, let alone get embarassed in it.

T.H. coughs sharply, and returns to the oxygen mask, breathing in deep, whining and wheezing.

Boy, Mass Khaos is right around the corner, and you're aiming yourself for the most underestimated man this side of the ol Mississip! You think you're getting in the ring with m- with m-

Old T.H, clutches at his chest as T.H. Power walks back onto the screen, holding his phat wad of cash.

Yes, that says phat.

The nurses giggle and skip to T.H.'s side, the oxygen mask dropping to the ground, as Old T.H. waves at the group with his cane. As he falls to the floor, dead, T.H. grabs the cane, looks it over, and smiles, pointing the titanium head, shaped like a lightsaber handle, at the camera, the nurses groping him and trying to pull off his suit.

Cypher, you're getting in the ring with a guy that took the C-word to his limit. A guy that's went toe to toe with Carpenter and lived to tell the tale. A guy that trained with the champ for years. So I haven't tried to get in the ring and beat on Phoenix myself. So? I have people I pay to have people I pay do that for me. I'm rich motherfucker. Don't be hatin cause I don't give two shits about TWI or EWC or whatever crappy ass initials you try to get me to invest in next week. I got money to meet Bill Gates in a battle of the bulge, and you think I'm crying because HPWA isn't the ginormous enterprise I was shooting for?

If you want to insult me, you have to do way better than THAT. I've been insulted by Syberus. I've been insulted by Tanner's. I've been insulted by Cobyrn. Son, you are NO Syberus. You aren't even up to David Sadler's level yet.

So come on down, Killburn. Come to Mass Khaos expecting to face some no talent hack, and leave Mass Khaos crying in your soup over being pinned by your boss. It'll be the story you only tell for money on a streetcorner in a year.

T.H. smirks at the camera and then his eyes go wide, noticing that the girls aren't in frame anymore...

Fredy get that shit outta here! And get my wallet!

Fade.

[Onslaught]

”Of all nature’s gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children?”

-Marcus Tullius Cicero

The child was plunged into darkness, cold, barren, but wet. His skin struggled against the frigidity that sought to quell the flame of life inherited by the timeless Gods that had sought to bequeath it to him.

But despite the cold, the child fought the sea that attempted to devour him so. Finally, his head broke the crest of the waves above…and he looked into the heart of paradise….

Sam….?

The boy became acutely aware of his continued existence. Blessed smells wafted past his nostrils, and when he opened his eyes a blade of grass tickled his eyelid. He sat up and remained gap mouthed at the lush rolling hills encompassing him. A radiant sunshine filled him with warmth.

Sam…?[/b]

Someone called his name, but the sound was akin to the combined beauty of a hundred symphonies. Arms started to envelop his midsection in a hug and he craned his neck about. His mother gazed back at him…and in that moment Sam felt the weight of the entirety of love itself.

Mom….am I dead?

No Sam.

Can….can I be dead?

No Sam.

I miss you. I love you. I want to be here….like this…

A single tear dripped down Sam’s mother’s cheek and rolled off his shoulder. Sam’s eyes also began to glaze over. He put his arms over hers and held her tighter to him.

You still have so much to offer. Your beauty…your grace….your love. It is often said that adults are beset with all the burdens of the world. But they are wrong. Children are beset with the struggle of maintaining a glammer of innocence in a world that oftentimes seems bent on stamping it out. The death of a child is the most tragic loss this world can bear…because with it comes the death of another piece of the innocence we all need but refuse to acknowledge.

It is not your place to die here Sam….as it should never be the place of a child to die.

There is evil in the world. Sometimes that evil comes in the form of those who are the closest to us. But you, Sam…you are going to be able to stand for all the doves who fell…the innocent life that was snuffed by a darkness they were brave enough to combat but too woefully naïve to fend off.

Is dad evil?

Yes. Sometimes evil is inherent even in paternity.

I think I always knew that mom….but he loves me…

He does. He will not hurt you. He’s not that far gone.

Can I help him?

You already are. You are a spark of brilliance in this world…and even someone as jaded as your father realizes this and intuitively understands it.

What happens to children who die?

The world mourns. But love is berthed from tragedy. Love for those who are gone…

They become love, then?

Yes. And though they are gone…we, in turn, will go on loving them. Loving their memory. Loving what they stood for. Loving their innocence that we can keep with us, hold to us, and cherish.

Oh.

I’ve burdened you with enough, sweet boy. It’s time for you to return. To live.

To live?

Yes.

[i]I’ll miss you so much.

Sam’s mother caressed his face gently…and slowly he succumbed to slumber.

The doctor enters the waiting area. He sits down next to a large man…a savage who has taken lives. But this day he shudders in terror for the life of one who he means the world to him.

Doctor: Mr. Mingla. The surgery was a success. As we discussed though, Sam will be permanently blind in his left eye, but the cancer has been successfully removed.

The savage man sinks to his knees, weeping for a joy he knows he doesn’t deserve….

OOC: A paltry tribute to Daniel and Nancy Benoit.

[Bob Lancelot]

Claire Matthews is standing backstage, she is wearing a pair of black knee high boots with some dark fish net stockings and a short, frayed, red ballerina styled dress. Her top half is covered by a frayed fish net shirt covering a red bra. Bob Lancelot is not with Claire.

Claire: Unfortunately, Bob couldn't be bothered to show up here tonight - you see he didn't think that Kaycee or Adrian Tanner were worth his time..... but Kaycee, let's take a moment to talk to each other, girl to girl. You see, Bob, well he likes to take things a little further than the truth, he likes to exaggerate the facts, make false actualities out of reality, you know as well as I do that you didn't have me and Bob in a threesome, and nor did you bring two hookers to join in the fun, in actuality, the reality of the fact is that the truth was that you brought just one friend to join in on the action, and what a friend she was!

Claire begins to laugh, clearly proud that she probably just said the cleverest thing in her life.

Claire: You said it was your first time with a female, but damn Kaycee, you worked me like a pro! Anyway, our sexual encounters put aside, let me get down to the point I really wanted to make..... my Fiancé, The Hardcore Superstar, Bob Lancelot, well he sure as hell is no pushover, he has taken on and beaten the best, from Carpenter to Kid Styles, to Cypher... - Bob has taken all comers and sent them packing, no matter who they are, no matter why they came - Bob beat them all....but then your Brother said he couldn't be bothered with Bob, and that he didn't want the Television Championship, he said he was above them both - but in reality, in actuality, its a fact - Adrian didn't want to become just another name on the list of wrestlers pinned by Bob. Adrian wuzzed out when he knew there was no other option - now, I'm guessing that, as a member of the Tanner family, you know the accomplishments in the storied career of Adrian Tanner Jr - he is a multiple time champion across many federations - Adrian Tanner has been wrestling for many, many years - he is a junior weightlifting champion and one of the best guys to step foot in the ring in the past decade....but he couldn't even beat Bob.... so how does a 140lb weakling like you, with hardly any experience in the ring expect to beat the longest reigning Television Champion in TKOW history? How can you do it Kaycee? I think it's time you grow up and face the facts, the truths and the realities here - because there is no way you can beat Bob. So I am giving you another warning, because believe me, Bob lives up to his promises, and remember, you do not have to listen to a word I am saying, but I assure you, that on Sunday July 1st - live in front of thousands and thousands of fan's world wide, and in front of your brother and your boyfriend, Bob will take you and make you suck his cock in the middle of the ring live on national television. I know he will do it,

Claire slowly bends over and takes a banana out of her handbag, which is on the floor. She slowly begins to peel back its skin as she continues to speak, tossing the skin aside.

Claire: And I know he will live up to his next promise as well,

Claire looks at the banana and smiles.

Claire: I know he will cuff Adrian to the ropes and I know he will take you and force you suck off your own brother.

Claire puts the banana into her mouth and begins to suck back and forth on the yellow fruit. She pauses for a second and removes the banana from her mouth.


Claire: Kaycee, do you really want to be forever remembered as the chick that sucked off her brother on national television? Do you really, really want that to happen?

Claire begins to suck on the banana once again. Back and forth, back and forth. Faster and faster. She then takes a large bite off of the end of the banana, leaving only a small section left. She begins to speak, her words are muffled as she chews the banana.

Claire: Oh I forgot.

Claire continues to chew on the banana.

Claire: Adrian isn't that big.

Claire looks at the last quarter of the banana, then takes another bite, further reducing the size. She closely examines the banana, having to squint as she looks at it, then nods her head.

Claire: That's a bit more like Adrian's size.

Claire takes the remaining inch of banana and begins to suck on it once more, after a while she stops.

Claire: I got bored of sucking such a tiny thing - I prefer them extra large, and so do you by the looks of things, Kaycee.

Claire reaches into her handbag once more and pulls out a sheet of paper.

Claire: Oooh I have all the dirt on the Tanner family today! I guess Brandon isn't doing it for you is he Kaycee, because guess what I found left laying around in the female changing room.....

Claire shows the camera what appears to be an invoice addressed to Kaycee Tanner, the invoice has a letter head on it shows the logo "Sex'R'us".

Claire: Kinky! Let me investigate further..... it appears that some naughty lil' minx has been spending all her money on some naughty lil' toys! So I decided to take it upon myself to call Sex'R'Us to try and get a hold of some of the stuff on this list, and me being the influential Playboy cover girl that I am, naturally they took it upon themselves to send me free samples!! So lets take a little look at a tape I made earlier...I was...shall we say....demonstrating what Kaycee Tanner gets up to in her spare time.... roll the footage!


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A pre recorded video is shown on screen, the video is obviously filmed on a home movie camera - it shows a sleazy looking motel room, on the bed is what appears to be a female dressed in a leather gimp outfit. Claire Matthews walks on screen, she is wearing a black leather cat suit that is zipped up from the crotch area to just beneath the bust, where it opens to reveal Claire's ample breasts with only two straps of leather covering her nipples, the leather straps reach up her breasts and over her shoulders and re-attach to the rest of the suit at the base of her back. Claire is holding a long black whip in her hand, Claire looks at the camera.

Claire *(On Camera)*: Kaycee - you naughty, naughty girl!

Claire then gets onto the bed and begins to whip the gimp before mounting her and riding her like a horse, continuing to whip her. Claire then rolls the gimp onto her back and begins to dry hump her slowly. After about thirty seconds Claire gets off the gimp and reaches underneath the bed, pulling out a box. Meanwhile the gimp takes a hand held camera out from beneath the pillow and begins to film Claire from close up as she looks at the box and then slowly opens it, and removes a large dildo. Claire holds the dildo close to her face and grins at the camera as she seductively starts to unzip her cat suit as far as it will go, the camera then switches back to the main view and with her back turned to this camera we see Claire begin masturbating with the dildo, Claire starts to moan as she moves the dildo faster and faster, her orgasm continues to grow louder and more excited as the camera fades.

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We are now backstage with Claire, who looks very proud of herself as she begins to speak.

Claire: Ladies and Gentlemen, let us not forget here, that what you have just witnessed is merely a pale re-enactment of the things that Kaycee Tanner gets up to every night! I was merely doing a service to the nation by bringing up such a matter - and besides, I got the stuff for free - Kaycee paid $800! So on this cliff hanger - I leave you all to wonder once again, why the hell Kaycee Tanner will even bother showing up this Sunday. Does she actually want to get raped by Bob? Does she really want to suck off her own brother? Does she truthfully enjoy being humiliated on national television?? All the answers and more - Mass Khaos, Sunday 1st July 8/9Central!

Claire chuckles to herself as she walks off camera.

OOC: Edit'd just to add the --------------- lines in to break up the pre recorded part.

Edited by Bob Lancelot, 27 June 2007 - 06:48 PM.

[Havok]

OOC: Apologies in advance for the vulgarness of this promo, but given my 'opponent's' promos...

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[The scene opens up to a very upset Melody Abrams, standing next to a tall man in a sharp black business suit and tie, as they stand outside of the main PowerCo corporate offices.]

Man: “Good afternoon. My name is Andrew Thompson, and I have been hired by the Tanner family as their personal lawyer.”

[He glances over towards Melody, who looks like she’s about to cry.]

Mr. Thompson: “I am here on behalf of one Ms. Kaycee Tanner, in response to claims and accusations made by two persons in the employ of Total Khaos Online Wrestling.”

“One Mr. Bob Lancelot…”

[He hands a briefcase to Melody and takes out a piece of paper.]

Mr. Thompson: “and his alleged Fiance, Ms. Claire Matthews. It is the wish of my client, that you are hereby charged with Slander and Sexual Harrasment, as well as promoting an unsafe working environment…But the 3rd count is one for us to discuss with Mr. Power at a later date.”

[He smiles at Melody and takes the briefcase from her, closing it and setting it down on the ground.]

Mr. Thompson: “Given that this is ‘Professional Wrestling’ – a sport that deals with men and women in unusual situations all the time, I was hesitant to take this case. However, upon reviewing the tapes of the accusations and claims…Well, Mr. Lancelot…I’m going to see you rot in HELL, if not Prison, for your words and actions!”

Mr. Thomspon: “Now, against my best wishes, Ms Tanner has asked for this ‘match’ to continue to happen. However, after the match is over, I WILL be pressing full charges on both you and Ms. Matthews for the disgusting, slanderous remarks you’ve made about my client and her family.”

“I am very good at what I do, Mr. Lancelot. So If I were you, I’d apologize immediately, and perhaps we can find some civil way to work this all out.”

Melody: “After the boys get done tearing your limbs from your body, you sick FREAK!”

Mr. Thompson: “Now, Ms. Abrams, that’s not going to help this situation.”

Melody: “Sorry…”

Voice: “I will f***ing kill you, Lancelot!”

Melody: “Oh, great.”

[Behind them, the doors of the PowerCo main corporate offices fly open as an enraged Adrian Tanner storms out into the courtyard.]

Adrian: “You motherf****r! I will f***ing kill you! DO YOU HEAR ME LANCELOT?! I WILL F***ING KILL YOU!”

Mr. Thompson: “Security!!”

[A dozen or so guards rush out and drag a still-enraged Adrian Tanner away. Thompson follows after them, trying in vain to get Adrian to calm down.]

Adrian: “I will rip your spine out with my bare-f***ing-hands, you piece of garbage!! I will gouge your eyeballs out with your own f***ing fork!! I will tear your leg off and beat you with your own foot! You are DEAD, m****rf***er! D-E-A-D, DEAD!”

Mr. Thompson: “Mr. Tanner, Please!”

Adrian: “F*** you, I didn’t hire you! You tell that piece of shit he’s f***ing DEAD! You hear me? DEA…!”

[The security team successfully drags Adrian back inside the building behind them, Thompson waving his arms in frustration as he follows.]

Melody: “…I hope you understand just what you’ve done, Bob. They say there’s no wrath worse than a woman scorned. Well you’re about to face a woman_you_scorned, as well as her now near-psychotic brother. Not to mention the state Brandon’s in…”

“Kaycee couldn’t even stomach being here for this….you’ve upset her more than probably anyone, ever has. But she’ll be at Mass Khaos, Bob. And she is NOT in a good mood. You’re going to have to pay for your sins, Bob. Pay dearly…”

“I hope you enjoy rotting in_hell, you disgusting piece of garbage.”

[Fade.]

[Harpuia]

Kilburn: Fuck you dude... seriously, fuck you.

Dan stands in an office looking down at the camera smirking. It's been a while since he's had time to ponder over his match with T.H. Power. Not that he cares, Power is really nothing but scum in an Armani suit to him. Nonetheless, he is ready to address his opponent in all his flair and his Southern style.

Kilburn: It's obvious to me that you don't take this match seriously, and I can see why. You sitting around with your dollar bills with a hundred in front of them... you're probably thinking that you can buy some boxcar homeless fuck to replace you in the match, keep you from the humiliating ass-whipping I'm about to hand you. But Power, you're not going to be able to run from this match... all the money in the world won't save you from the swift painful feeling you get on your neck after a Guillotine. It works almost like the real thing.

He pauses.

Kilburn: See, back in the old days, when the commoners didn't like their kings in their kingdoms, or nobles conspired to screw the king after his tyrannical ways, they revolted and sent their asses to the Guillotine. And come this Mass Khaos, Sunday, it's gonna be NO different Power. Same deal, just stopping the dunghole heap of crap you've turned TKOW into by sending your ass off. It'll be nice, swift, and painless, unlike all that painful air time you get of having to watch you drool over Claire Matthews' inflatable breasts.

And you say I'm sex-crazed? Fuck... Communist John does the work for my ENTIRE mafia on that... I don't even comment on women the way you do. Shit, last time I even thought of a girl that way was this one redhead Irish girl... she's one crazy bitch, but I digress.

You claim you've been insulted better, but let's face it... you have NOTHING on me, ya little management wannabe. NOTHING. See the facts, and see them well. Right now, I'm more successful than you, in the ring, I've proven to be better than you. When you enter the ring with Dan "Cypher" Kilburn, you know that you're not just messing with some hack from across the street like you claim I am. Maybe now you'll finally shut the hell up and treat me the way you should be treating other superstars that you completely ignore on your quest to try to grab the TKOW Title from Phoenix.

He throws his arms in the air.

Kilburn: Woo-hoo Power, woo-hoo. I've watched you for a year, maybe more, running TKOW, and what have you truly done here, besides find a way to have Celine Dion get her ass whooped? NOTHING. Absolutely jack-shit. You claim you have all the ideas. You claim you have all the answers, and then they turn around and blow right in your face. Consider that a "wrong buzzer" next time, Power, grow a pair, and admit your damn mistakes, like this one.

It was a mistake for you to piss me off, it's a mistake now for you to be stepping into the ring with me in the first place, because you know no matter how talented you are, I'm always one notch above that, and it was a mistake for you to try to leave TKOW in the dusthole that it is in. Power, this Sunday, you're gonna be answering the call of every single star that has left TKOW because you think that being a bully, instead of boss, is about as cool as the Shopping Cart trick on Jackass.

Kilburn shakes his head.

Kilburn: So how does it feel Power? How does it feel knowing that you'll have to answer to me? To someone who you think is nothing? You consider me not an opponent? Who the HELL is T.H. Power anyway? Where exactly HAVE you wrestled in? I sure don't remember any name... and there are plenty of rich guys out there who actually LOVE this sport enough to spend time going around federation after federation and wrestle... such as myself.

For a guy who claims to have all the ideas, your IQ is lower than George Bush's and Terri Schiavo's baby, if you think for one second that you're going to walk out of TKOW the same man you came when you walked in. You're going to pay for your cocky attitude, you're going to pay for your bullying...

And you're going to pay for letting an entire federation's reputation down.

T.H. Power...

Get ready to meet your maker!

Kilburn snaps his fingers and the camera immediately shuts to black.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

Silence.

It draws on for nearly a minute, enough to make the viewer wonder if there isn’t a technical difficulty… until the sound of happy children’s laughter fades in… and then out to silence… then in again and out…

Silence…

interrupted by the most faintest of whispers.

The shot and light flashes in on Lady Hawke’s face, her eyes looking directly into the camera.

[Hawke - Flash]
Whisper: Ashamed to face me… or afraid?

[Trine - Flash - standing behind Hawke's left. ]
Trine: Doubtful. Carpenter and Phoenix are confident and full of themselves.

[Griffen - Flash - standing behind Hawke's right.]
Matt: You and Carpenter thought you had everything taken care of, didn’t you.

[Trine - Flash]
Trine: Letting your actions speak for you? Or will your Metatron be the one fighting in your place come Mass Khaos?

[Hawke - Flash - lifts her hands in turn. In each is a familiar feathered mask—one white, one black.]
Lady Hawke’s Faintest Whisper: Which will she be?

[Griffen - Flash]
Matt: *grinning* You didn’t actually think you’d taken her out of wrestling permanently, did you?

[Trine - Flash]
Trine: You know you’d have to do better than that to get to Skye, don’t you Phoenix.

[Hawke - Flash]
Lady Hawke’s Faintest Whisper: Carpenter?

[Griffen - Flash]
Matt: He’s planning like always. He doesn’t have time to say anything to us unworthy people who refuse to bow to his will.

[Trine – Flash]
Trine: Planning how to make our Lady truly become vicious because he’s worried… or because he’s drooling in anticipation of what may escape her.

[Hawke – Flash]
Lady Hawke’s Faintest Whisper: Down… not out.

[Darkness]
Female Voice Off Camera: Down… not out.

[Trine – Flash]
Trine: An experience with darkness makes one stronger…

[Griffen – Flash]
Matt: …unless one succumbs totally.

[Hawke - Flash]
Lady Hawke’s Faintest Whisper: Which are you?

[Darkness]
Female Voice Off Camera: Which are you?

[Trine – Flash]
Trine: Strong.

[Griffen - Flash]
Matt: Weak.

[Hawke – Flash]
Lady Hawke’s Faintest Whisper: Lost.

[Darkness]
Female Voice Off Camera: Alone.

[Trine – Flash]
Trine: Carpenter.

[Griffen – Flash]
Matt: Phoenix.

[Hawke – Flash]
Lady Hawke’s Faintest Whisper: I’m ready.

[Darkness]
Female Voice Off Camera: I’m ready… to return

*echo*

to return

to return

to return

to return…

Silence…

then the sound of children giggling…