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[TKOW Board]

LIVE SUNDAY, JULY 22, 2007

Kemper Arena, Kansas City, Missouri

MAIN EVENT
TV Title Match
TKOW TV Champion Kaycee Tanner vs Mystery Opponent

Tag Match
TKOW "Fiery" Champion Phoenix & Matt Griffen vs Adrian Tanner, Jr. & Dan "Cypher" Kilburn

2 out of 3 falls Match
"Iceheart" Jace Mingla vs "Hardcore Superstar" Bob Lancelot

Meet Your Maker - Tag Match
The Birds of Prey (Trine & Aello) vs The Williams Herrera Coalition (Eric Herrera & Jay Williams)

Meet Your Maker - Singles Match
Veronica Rodriguez vs Avian

and
Details of the "Six-Shooter" Ironman Invitational at New Era


Card subject to change

Remember the RP rules*. The first promo via PM to the TKOW Board account is due Monday, July 16th at 11:59 p.m. Eastern Time. The response promo (in promo thread) and On-the-Spot promo deadline is Friday, June 20th at 11:59 p.m. Eastern Time. Segments are due in the 21st and match votes (from every handler!) are due in by the 21st. On-the-Spot will be open straight through the 19th 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.

*NOTE: In the tag matches with 2 handlers per team, promos will be still be limited to 2 promos per team and submitted as such. Get together and work with your tag buddy.

[Phoenix]

The scene opens up and we are located inside of a empty arena. The empty arena has HCW logos all around it. The walls are adorned with title belts hanging on them, each shots of the World Titles from the expected to the unexpected like Michael Black and Blood Reign. Eric, Veronica, and Jay are all seated behind the ring facing the titantron. They are all dressed in their ring attire with their arms folded across their chests.

Eric: Can you feel it? The chance to start all over without being judged for my past. Such a great feeling. To have finally released myself from the chains of EWA, FTWO, and HVW. Or shall we say Soap Opera Wrestling. But whatever, were over it. We come here with a clean slate ready to set this fed on fire. I come to this fed after a long extended period of time off in which a lot of injuries had time to heal. Which can only mean better things for this federation. You will see the old Eric that with his high flying ability earned the title of Cruiserweight Of The Year for the past year. I have been officially cleared by my doctors to return to my roots. The same roots that decapitated The Dreamer J-D in a ladder to hell match by hitting him with a Descent Into The Abyss from the top of the ladder onto the burning table. The same crazy bitch that put Blood Reign on the disabled list right after Liberation. The era of darkness has arrived to TKOW. Are you guys ready for a rude awakening? I know titles dont mean squat here, but its still ignorance on your part if you dont take into account who you just signed. Easily one of the most decorated wrestlers to ever step foot into TKOW. The same wrestler that will make a impact by defeating the Birds Of Prey in his first match. Dont get me wrong, The Birds Of Prey are good but from what I got to see in UHW, they were chokers. They had the chance of being the UHW Tag Team Champions and walked out. Why? Cuz they knew they werent good enough. Whether I see a different side to them in this match is going to be interesting to see. Now you wont have any excuse about being screwed, this is your home turf. No hiding, no turning back now.

Jay: Now on to getting to know me. I am the lesser known half of this tag team. Whether it be because of me being more secretive or not being much talkative as my partner here. Regardless, my road to being a professional wrestler has been equally as hard if not worse than my partner here. The thing that binds us together is that we all have no family to go home to. All of us got rejected by our family and friends for what we chose to do with our lives and our beliefs. We are outcasts of society. Do we regret it? No. We feel more secure being ourselves than trying to blend in with something we detest. Coming into my first match as a TKOW superstar I feel that fire I have not felt since WIA. In that year off I spent learning more about wrestling, attempting to be more a balanced wrestler. To where now I know my way around the top rope at least a little bit. But not as good as Eric. You have heard the saying that silence is gold? Even though I may not talk a lot, I let my actions do the talking. It has led me to where my only title run I had lasted 10 months with Eric. Even though not many may know me right now, I can assure you that will all change soon. I intend on proving this fire is not extinguishing any time soon. I have come back recharged from a year retired and intend on picking up where I left off. Back on top.

Vero: Last but not least, time to get to know me beyond the good looks. Too many people make the mistake of thinking Im all about looks and overlook my talent. Just like Eric, Im a high flyer. Not just any high flyer. Heavily trained in lucha style from my days wrestling in AAA and CMLL tryout matches getting to learn from the best. People like Juventud Guerrera, Super Crazy, Rey Mysterio, Psychosis, Essa Rios, the list goes on. People that all helped train me into what I am today. My family despises wrestling but do I care? No. Because I have been used to having no one to support me in anything that I want to do. The only person that ever supported me was my boyfriend, Eric. Defended from all those assholes that keep saying women belong in the kitchen. Protected me from my entire family punishing me for what I wanted to become. Even granted me my first professional wrestling contract in HCW. I have yet to let him down. And I dont plan on letting him down right here. I plan on proving to him he was right in believing in me. Although my first opponent may be new, to me it will be like if I was facing someone thats been here a while. Looking down upon my opponents would be my downfall. And I dont plan on doing that. I will keep giving it my all. You will have to kill me to make me not give it my all, ever. Many have tried, but more have failed. Try it. Because all you will be met with is a eternal sentence to the darkness.

All three: Courtesy of the Society Of Destruction.

All three put their hands on top of each other in unison as the lights go out in the arena marking the end of the promo.

[Phoenix]

Jace Mingla is seated in a very simplistic environment. A pitch black room stands sentinel behind him, and he sits in a folding chair placed backwards with his arms resting on the back of the chair. Jace looks pointedly at the camera….and he smiles…

Jace: I’ve got a treat for you people today. I’m going to do what endless droves of wrestling fans, not to mention TKOW personnel, have been wanting me to do for years.

I’m gonna admit I was wrong.

Jace nods and his smirk inches wider.

Jace: Yes, that’s right. Sometimes even I’m wrong. But what was I wrong about? Well, let me tell you a story. This story, for all intents and purposes, begins at Megabowl V. The King of Submissions Invitational. No, I’m not going to go on a moronic spiel reminding everyone how I won that particular event like some would be apt to do. But what I am going to have you recall is that I was teamed up with a TKOW wrestler by the name of Bob Lancelot.

I talked a lot of shit about Bob Lancelot. Frankly, I saw the “Hardcore Superstar” as one of the most overblown pieces of shit in wrestling. How he managed to scrape together a title win was beyond me…maybe I was a little bitter…because shockingly that happens sometimes… But to me, Bob Lancelot was barely a blip on my radar. An anomaly who held gold around his waist despite his marginal talent and “been there, done that” egomaniacal personality that I’ve already seen millions of other times in feds all over the country. And I was certain he would be a liability to me. Thankfully, things turned out for the best.

Then, mere months ago, when I returned to TKOW I talked shit about Bob Lancelot again. Fucking up SWAT and getting tossed on my ass when that promotion went belly up had no impact on my opinion of the good old “Hardcore Superstar”. I ran down a list of people who would be “dead” in short order thanks to your truly, and Bob was on that list. Yet again, a piece of proverbial wrestling road kill bleeding out on the grill of my truck.

Lets flash forward a bit. Bob Lancelot is still alive and even feuding with Adrian Tanner, a man who has made a legend of himself solely based on his ego and ability to induce drowsiness as soon as his mouth gets within inches of a microphone. It was around THIS time, that I realized I was wrong about Bob Lancelot. Why?

Because for the first time in a series of months filled with bullshit, heartache and fear for my son…I laughed. I laughed my ass off. Not AT Bob, but WITH HIM. Because the way he got under Adrian Tanner’s skin was nothing short of masterful.

You see, there are two main kinds of people. There are the inhibited and the uninhibited. The inhibited are bound down by things like social mores, conservative thinking, unwillingness to take chances, and this little thing called integrity. The uninhibited on the other hand, are more apt to tell the world at large to fuck off and do as they please to succeed. Bob told the world to fuck off. He said and did things that shocked and appalled people. He made little Johnny and Janey Red-stater squirm in their seats as he verbally violated Kaycee Tanner. He made parents cover their children’s eyes as his girlfriend enacted explicit sex scenes all in an effort to humiliate Kaycee. And it was fucking wonderful. It was the most entertaining shit I’ve seen in TKOW in a LONG time. Just seeing that smug overrated prick Tanner all in a huff because somebody had the audacity to imply his sister was a whore? PRICELESS! I mean, we all knew Tanner was a huge poser douchebag…and now we know what a pussy he is too, letting a suit and tie hired by some broad hold him back.

Yes, Bob Lancelot, you….YOU are not paid enough by TH Power, I’m sure. And I’m man enough to admit I undercut you. However…you DID lose to Kaycee Tanner. And while you did manage to cop a few good feels, it was YOU who ended up with egg on your face. But I see the potential there…the raw materials that can be used to create a Bob Lancelot who is truly hardcore…

Oh, don’t let all this praise fool you, Bob. I’m coming into Mass Khaos aiming to beat you. My son is going to be there, after all, and I’ll be damned if I treat him to the sight of his old man doing the job. But I don’t just want to beat you, Bob. I want to TEST you. I want to see just how far Mr. Hardcore can push me. I want you to come into that ring with the same obscene mindset you used to fuck with the Tanners. I want you to come into that ring ready to be the rotten, underhanded bastard that I now KNOW you can be. And if you can show me something again, even in losing….you and I? We’re gonna have a little talk post-match. And I’m gonna get you back on track.

But you need to prove to me that your worth it Bob. Bring the violence Bob…bring it! Beat me down….piss me off! Rub salt in my wounds and pull out every dirty trick in the book. But most of all….

…impress me…

Don’t let losing to Kaycee Tanner be your legacy, Bob.

Jace quirks an eyebrow with that subtle challenge, and gets up out of his seat as the scene fades to black.

[Phoenix]

Bob Lancelot is standing backstage, for the first time in many, many months Bob is without his trademark Television Championship belt. Bob looks seriously pissed off, beside him is his fiance Claire Matthews, she is wearing a black mini skirt, knee high boots and a red leather bra.

Lancelot: At Mass Khaos, I will be wrestling Jace Mingla - the man I teamed with in the King Of The Submission Tournament at Megabowl Five. Jace Mingla is somebody whom I respect tremendously in this business. When I was just starting out in SCW I would watch tapes of Jace, I would watch him maime his opponents, I would watch him punnish them, I would watch him show no mercy as he beat their asses as a part of A Violent Reaction. I would study these tapes for hours as I longed to climb to the top of the ladder and main event in TKOW. But as I climbed, as I neared the top, Jace began to fall, he began to slip down the ladder, and eventually left TKOW, now I don't know what Jace did whilst he was out of TKOW, maybe he turned to drugs, maybe alcohol - maybe he just faught for a couple of dollars a night at small shit hole clubs, but when he got the chance to participate in the King Of The Submissions Invitational, and the chance to team with me - Jace jumped at the opportunity, he took the brass ring and he pulled it hard, he ran away with it, and eventually won the tournament! That was the Iceheart I respected. That was the man I longed to be. So I faught, I scrapped harder than ever and continued to climb the ladder to the top. I was finally there - I had finally made it - the longest ever reigning Television Champion, I almost became TKOW's first Double Crown Champion - the girls loved me, the fans adored me, I had offers from Holywood, offers from Bolywood, offers from every damn girl in town! I was dating a Playboy cover girl, the most beutiful girl in the world, my fiance Claire Matthews, she has it all! The looks;

Claire poses for the camera.

Lancelot: The personality;

Claire smiles at the camera.

Lancelot: She has great thighs;

Claire pulls her skirt up just enough to reveal her right thigh.

Lancelot: Great abs;

Claire waves her hand across her exposed mid section.

A perfect ass

Claire turns around and leans forward so you can see her thong showing at the bottom of her mini skirt.

Lancelot: And set your TiVo's, because she has one humongous rack!

Claire looks at the camera and removes her bra, she quickly grabs both her breasts, hiding them from view. Claire then mouths the words "rewind.....slow motion."

Lancelot: But, despite all of this, I am standing here right now, and I don't have my Television Championship around my waist. Whilst I am standing here, Kaycee Tanner is holding my belt, MY Television Championship is wrapped around her sexy little waist. You took all I had, you took the thing I cared about more than anything in the world, you took my Television Championship. How could you do this to me? When you grabbed my tights and rolled me up, did you even think about what consequences your actions would have? Did you think about how much you hurt my feelings, how much you hurt my pride? To loose is a terrible thing....but to loose to a girl, my word, you don't know how embarrasing that is. I haven't been able to walk down the street for the past week without being heckled...."You lost to a girl", "You are a fag", "You lay down for a bitch". Claire here, she hasn't been able to look at me the same since I got pinned by Kaycee! I have been jeered by just about everyone in the locker room - guys point me in the direction of the female changing rooms, I use the urinal and they tell me to use the stalls! To take away everything I loved, damn Kaycee, that hurt me bad - but it didn't hurt me as bad as I will hurt you the next chance I get. It might be at Mass Khaos, maybe I am the mystery opponent? Maybe I am not, maybe I will jump you on the street, maybe I will get you backstage - you won't be able to sleep without fear of Bob Lancelot.

Bob grins evily.

Lancelot: At Mass Khaos, I will defeat Jace Mingla, regain my manhood and slowly start to climb back up the ladder to the top of TKOW - and this time - I will live up to my promise.

[Phoenix]

~CLANG~!

Griffen slides out of from under the loaded weight bar, that was just dropped back onto its holder, and sits up. He eyes his spotter with a suspicious expression. T.H. Power stares back unabashedly.

Matt: What do you mean, you caught him up on everything?!

T.H. Power: Just what I said. Everything.

Matt: Her?

Power says nothing. He just continues to look at Griffen, whose expression darkens with anger.

Matt: You did, didn’t you. After everything he did to her, you told him.

He rises to his feet, clenching his fists, and turns away from Power.

T.H. Power: He deserved to know and I won’t have her playing games with him. He deserves better.

Griffen spins around, furious.

Matt: You son of a… She wasn’t playing games.

T.H. Power: She was and this isn’t anything to toy with.

Matt: She wasn’t. She needed to see if he wanted to know.

T.H. Power: If he wanted to know? If you had one iota of clue in your brain you'd see how utterly ridiculous that statement is.

Matt: *clearly annoyed* It was up to her to decide when to tell him. Not me, not Skye, not you. HER. Just like it was Skye’s decision not to tell me where she was when she disappeared and you and he knew and didn’t tell me.

T.H. Power: So you’re just jeal-

A suddenly highly tensed Griffen moves the few quick steps to get in Power’s face. Neither men back down. The door quietly cracks open behind Griffen.

Matt: You don’t get it, do you. You really don’t. Jealousy has nothing to do with this. I’m scared to death for her! Just because he’s been separated from Murphy doesn’t mean everything is back to the way it was before. She. Can’t. Trust. Him. Neither can I.

T.H. Power: It doesn't look like you have much of a choice flyboy.

Matt: Did you so easily wipe it from your mind that he nearly literally KILLED her?!

T.H. Power: Isn’t that what you tried to do at Holiday Hell? Kill him?

Matt: Wrestling is wrestling. You know it when you step in the ring that something could go wrong. It’s different.

T.H. Power: You took it personally to the ring and you know it.

Matt: Hell, yes, I did! It’s been the only place I can get my hands on him and give him hell without getting into legal trouble about it. By all rights, he should be sitting in a cell paying time for at least assault and battery or even worse. She put her trust and faith in him and he nearly destroyed her, not just emotionally, but physically. You know as well as I do that Murphy was not there. It was all HIM. HE did it all himself. Getting him away from Murphy means shit. It doesn’t mean he’s back to the person he was before this. *very thick and filled with emotion* As much as I want him back, WANT him to be okay, WANT him to be able to know and spend time with-

T.H. Power: Matt-

Matt: *roughly* I’m not foolish enough to toss caution to the wind, forgive and forget, wipe the slate clean, hope for the best and just trust him again. Life doesn’t work that way. It isn’t that simple or easy and you know it. You overstepped your bounds in this. I hope we don’t live to regret it, especially her.

Griffen backs away from Power and moves over to a hanging punchbag, laying his hand on it.

Matt: *bitterly with sadness* I thought Section 8 was about being family and going through things together, being there for one another. I guess that only applies to the two of you.

Griffen swiftly punches the bag with a hard right as the door to the room swings fully open. He sucks in a deep breath and turns to find Phoenix standing in the doorway.

T.H. Power: *disappointed* Matt- I take my friendships, my closeness with people, very seriously. Much more seriously than my normally goofy exterior would lead most people to believe. He took a huge risk, a risk that dwarves any of this that you're going on about, to get me enough information to work with for the better part of this last year. Information that he has not shared with anyone else, ever. Not Kijo, not you, Skye, Kaylen, not even me. This was something, special. Something that shattered his being YEARS ago. Something that ties into all this. And he made it very clear to me that I couldn't tell anyone. I couldn't risk Murphy finding out that someone knew, and was trying to help.

You talk about Section 8, what we stand for, what our ideals are, but you forget the most important thing.

T.H. walks towards the champion, and places his hand on his friends shoulder. They each smile, just a bit.

T.H. Power: He is those things. He's the ideal that the ideals came from. He started this whole thing, and gave the direction. Did it ever occur to you to wonder just why he had these thoughts, these feelings, this pull? What Phoenix is now is an open book to all of us. It's what he was before, what molded him into the man we know, that's a mystery, shrouded in secrecy of his own making, be it for remorse, for shame, for self-torture.

It's his life Matt. We just guest star in it.

Remind me to fax a copy of that monologue to UCW Hardkore. David Sadler will want that last bit for material for his next years worth of promos.

T.H. moves past Phoenix, slapping him on the back, and puts Fredy in a headlock.

T.H. Power: YEAH BABY!! FILM ME NOW BITCH!! THIS!! IS!! A!! HEADLOCK!!!!!

The frame slows down to a perceptible crawl, as CGI renders T.H.'s head onto an airbrushed roid raging musclefreak, his free hand slowly balling up, slowly moving towards Fredy's head, slowly... slowly.... slowly....

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz




NOOGIE!!!

Ignoring them both, Phoenix, attired in plain black jeans, shirt, and PowerGear mask, has stepped up close to Matt. The two are eye to eye, both men tensing and noticibly trying to relax at the same time. Matt's nostrils are flaring as his fists tighten.

Matt: So.

Phoenix: So.

The tension hanging in the air is unmistakable, but T.H. forces a break when he shoves Fredy in between the two. They each step back and immediately shift their auras...

T.H. Power: Time to do work girls.

Matt: We're facing Adrian Tanner and Dan Kilburn at Mass Khaos "champ". Whattya think about that?

Phoenix smirks, not taking his eyes off Matt.

Phoenix: I think that those two boys are in for a world of trouble. The best in TKOW and his protege back in the saddle again?

Matt: Your training hasn't finished yet. I haven't taught you EVERYTHING I know.

Phoenix: Smarts a little to only be second best eh Matt?

Matt: No one would know quite like you.

Phoenix: I dunno. I heard Cypher's been whining about being held down for a long time. But I guess that'd make him like, eighth best maybe?

Matt: Kilburn isn't bad. In fact, I think I heard through the grapevine that he has over 100 wins now, right? He's been a busy guy and a hardworking one. Still, that doesn’t bother me.

Phoenix: Come on now Matt. He didn't beat T.H. here. How's he going to stand up to the big boys when the boss put him on his ass?

Matt: Don't downplay the guy. On the 22nd I get to wrestle two successful seasoned veterans. Men who know the ins and outs of the ring. How to turn bad situations into opportunity and a win. Men who have stood with their arms raised in victory, even after being told there was no way to do it. Hard fought wins and losses. Both of you. You climb through adversity just to show people who doubt you that you can.

Phoenix: Tanner does reek of veteran, but then again, he's not really a flashy champion like SOME people in this match. Aint that right Tanner?.

Matt: Adrian, he and I have met up on at least one occasion, although that was about 3 years ago, back when both of us were still new in HPWA. You remember that, don’t you? Him… me… Syberus fighting for the HPWA title? He were a tough opponent then. He's even a tougher one now.

Phoenix: Didn't Bob Lancelot beat him? So did Kilburn for that matter. Matt, you're way too nice to these clowns. You and I, we need to go out there, and put on a show, a spectacle, something that tells the people "hey, the main event of New Era is gonna friggin ROCK!". And to do that, we're going to have to embarass Adrian and Dan. You and I, are going to show up, and prove to the people that there's no dissention in these ranks. Section 8 is back and ready to put down anyone and anything that gets in the way.

Matt: Yeah we have trained together before, fought before. We know what the other is capable of doing and how to use that against them. Adrian and Dan just pissed off T.H. and got thrown together. They may have studied each other enough to fight against one another, but can they actually work together? We all know that will be the test come Mass Khaos.

Phoenix: Guess that's that then. You and me. Partner.

Phoenix laces the final word with ice, and sticks out his hand. Matt regards it, a cold look forming behind the fire in his eyes, but he accepts it and they shake firmly. Phoenix turns away, but Matt holds his hand and pulls him close.

Matt: We WILL have words, you and I. You may have disappeared after you broke away from the Church, but I'm not letting you get out of here this quick.

T.H. intervenes, and forces Matt to drop his grip.

T.H. Power: Now is NOT the time. He's in about a dozen legal battles stemming from that damned church on his island, and if he's not there to attend to them he's facing jailtime. You two can deal later, when I say you can deal. Get it?

Matt: *pissed off* Got it.

Phoenix: *smirking* Good.

Phoenix leaves the gym and Matt's mouth starts to open as the scene fades.

[Phoenix]

A narrow spotlight illuminates two white marble pedestals, upon each are masks—The first a plain black feather mask, the second a red ¾ mask that is decorated with gold tribal designs. A red taped hand reaches in and takes the red mask as a black gloved hand reaches for the black one. The camera pulls back, revealing a couple with their backs to the camera. The taller man is in a red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and black jeans. The woman’s back is bare, her dark curling hair now reaching nearly half way down it. They put on their masks and turn.

Trine stands between the pedestals, while Aello (in her black ring attire) seats herself upon the one which held her mask.

Trine: This is the first time Aello and I have wrestled alone as the Birds of Prey and we face newcomers to TKOW. They’re no slouches though. They’re an established team who have tagged for a while and have gained good experience doing it.

Aello: It’s been a… while since I’ve… been in the ring. That doesn’t mean I… don’t have what it takes. I’ve been working hard, training hard to… get back into shape and kick off the ring rust.

Trine rests his thigh on his pedestal.

Trine: The Williams-Herrera Coalition. It sounds impressive, doesn’t it? Almost like some great foundation or a hefty, strong-armed political group.

Aello: Most would think newcomers… would be the underdogs in this situation, but with their past…

Trine: It appears they have the upper hand this round. After all, I’m still new to wrestling and my partner here is just returning from an extended leave. We don’t have the ring savvy, the teamwork experience, even though we’ve been training hard with one another. It just doesn’t make up for teaming experience.

Aello flicks the back of her hand against Trine in protest.

Aello: Speak for yourself about ring savvy. I’ve got the singles experience and some… team. I’ll carry you.

Trine: Like Katie does Communist John to the ring?

Aello: *disapprovingly* No.

Trine: *looking at Aello* Damn. You got my hopes up!

Aello: You got everyone’s up, including Eric… Herrera’s and Jay Williams. I’ll just have to…. dash them.

Trine: Spoilsport.

Aello: Actually, I’m a good sport.

Trine: *teasing* Really? I did not know that.

Aello: Do I have to do you the way LH does Matt?

Trine: *grinning* Oh… do me. Please.

A faint flush covers Aello’s cheeks and she lightly backhand strikes him again.

Aello: You… know what I… mean.

Trine: *still grinning* I do?

Aello: *standing* Keep it up and… you’ll be doing all the fighting… Mass Khaos against them.

Trine: Will you kiss the boo-boos I’ll get?

Aello rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief and walks off camera.

Trine: Ah well… See you at Mass Khaos, gentleman. Just hope you catch her in a good mood.

He winks and then follows her off camera, the shot going back to the pedestals where colored lights now reflect on their tops…

“Birds of Prey”

[TKOW Board]

Yeah, no time to shift the promos around. As you can see I didn't even get them up on the board till 3 THIS morning, nevermind as they came in or after the deadline.

New deadline for the replies is Friday the 20th, to cover the day I took.

Promos;

Hererra as All for MYM & Tag Team
Slaught as Jace for vs Bob
Bob as Bob for vs Jace
Px/Kah as Phoenix/Matt for vs Adrian/Dan
Kah as BoP for vs WHC

Chibs noshowed, again, proving my point that he shouldn't have been given squat for another chance.

On a surprise note, Cypher and Havok also no-showed their match, meaning they can no longer win.

[Kid Styles]

(Chibs showed! A little late sure because of emergency reasons and lack of paying attention but he showed. This aint much but I figure since I'm losing anyway I'd toss out a starter rp. I'mma pay more attention next time.)

The scene opens to a park with grifittie painted on swingsets, broken wooden teeter totters lay rotten within the growing near weeded grass which reaches as high as the metal platform of the merry go round. Sitting on the edge of the metal platform of the merry go-round is new comer Avian whos eyes shift from one side of the park to the other then to the camera.

The expression which is revealed on his face is that of someone saddened or depressed as he parts his lips to speak.

"You know, it was about six years ago in this very park I witnessed my best friend gunned down at the hands of a rival gang and I say Rival gang because I was in a gang"

He pauses for a moment, shifting his light blue eyes toward the ground, crossing his arms over his chest as the cold chill of the wind breezes by, letting his hair sway and dance with the movements of the wind.

"That's something I wish not to relieve yet I must in order to assure myself that I will not let myself make that same mistake again. I also use this as a fuel to help others who are heading down the wrong path. I try to be a positive influence to those who need a ear to speak into."

Avian rises to his feet and approaches the teeter totters which is stained with something dark red almost a blackened crimson red color as whatever lays on the wood had dried long ago.

"My buddy was sitting right here in this spot when two people came by in a car and shot him down in cold blood. I was on the other side yet I let my fear get the better of me and I bailed the minute I heard a gun shot. An incident I wish I could change to this day because if I would have stayed I feel I could have helped save him. My life has not been the same since and it was because of that day I decided it was time to lead a better life before I end up in jail or maybe worse..."

Sighs heavily, stuffing his hands into his pockets

"My past is not only something I use to help others with but will also be a fuel I will use in the ring to not only eliminate fear which most people have when they stare across the ring at their opponent but also a fuel I will use to perhaps influence the younger audience to do what is right and not make a decision that may come back to haunt them later on down the road. I have been down the worse road you people could ever imagine, I've did a lot of bad substances too because at the time I thought it was cool but I'm straight as an arrow now, and listen to me when I tell you this, stay in school people, stay away from Dru-Stay as FAR away from drugs as you possibly can because all they do is destroy your lives and leads you to do bad things. Trust me I know..."

He turns to face the camera completely, sliding his right hand through strands of his ocean blue hair.

"My name is Avian...and I'm coming to Mass Khaos."

The scene then fades out.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

Trine: It’s time to educate the Williams-Herrera Coalition since they obviously never bothered to do any research on their opponents for this Mass Khaos.

The shot opens up on Trine and Aello in the arena, standing in the center of what in a matter of minutes will be a TKOW wrestling ring. The Khaostron flickers to life as the final touches are placed upon it. Behind Aello and Trine, the oval screen lights up with a picture of Matt Griffen and Lady Hawke.

Aello: Matt Griffen and… Lady Hawke.

Trine: The original Birds of Prey out of HPWA several years ago. The Birds of Prey who took Ring Syndicates Tag Titles. The same Birds of Prey who made an unprecedented entry into TKOW and defeated former TKOW champions and then stepped up and took the TKOW tag titles.

The picture changes. The Birds are in new poses and Aello is included.

Aello: Matt Griffen, Lady Hawke… and me, Aello.

Trine: Then, Aello joined them. You never knew which two you’d get. Then Carpenter got free run… and Matt left the team to pursue the TKOW “Fiery” title, leaving only Lady Hawke and Aello.

Griffen fades from the shot and it’s just Hawke and Aello… with a dark figure shadow behind them on the Khaostron.

Aello: Then Trine as I was forced away on leave.

Aello’s image fades as Trine’s lights up.

Trine: Then you returned.

Her image returns to the ‘tron, making it Lady Hawke, Trine, and Aello.

Aello: Herrera, Williams, you did not pay attention… to whom you would be facing.

Trine: At Mass Khaos, you’re not facing Hawke and Griffen. You’re facing the two of us. That’s right. In your arrogance, you assumed it was the team you saw temporarily in UHWF.

Aello: Big mistake.

Trine: Yes, it is. While you’ve been studying Hawke and Griffen, we’ve been studying you. We admitted that you’d likely have the advantage. Now…

Aello: Don’t think so.

Trine: Let me guess. You’re busy guys, you work in multiple establishments. I could see that you’d automatically think Skye and Matt. After all, they’re the more well known of the Birds.

Aello: However, to address them on your debut without double checking?

She shakes her masked head. Trine grins. Ring hands begin to string the ropes from turnbuckle to turnbuckle.

Trine: The arrogance and inattention will be your downfall. You’ll be so sure of yourselves, expecting US to choke-

Aello: Something Matt and LH have never done.

Trine: That you’re going to be the ones who are in a daze at the end of our match, wondering what just happened when our music plays and it dawns on you that you just lost your debut match in TKOW-

Aello: In front of T.H., the owner and person… you have to impress.

Trine: Just how will you impress the man when you lose to an inexperienced wrestler and an experienced female wrestler who is just coming back from medical leave and isn’t 100% yet?

Aello lightly shoves Trine.

Aello: Shush you! I’m close enough to 100%... to carry you through the match.

Trine: We’ll see.

Aello: You will. Herrera will. Williams will. TKOW will.

Trine: The fans will.

Aello: Yes.

Trine: So, boys, study hard. Practice hard. Get ready because you’re not facing a Hawke and Griffen. You’re facing the Winged Maiden, Aello and-

Aello: *head canted at an angle* What are you, anyway?

Trine: Me.

Aello: Yes, you.

Trine: Me.

Aello: *folds arm over breasts* Trine is…

Trine: Me!

Aello: A pain in the butt three times over!

Trine: Wait… I thought that was Matt?!

Aello: No… he’s ten times over.

Trine: T.H.?

Aello: *pointing to the roof* To Infinity and Beyond!

Trine slides an arm around Aello and they step over the slack ropes and down the steps, apparently having forgotten about the camera, as they walk up the ramp.

Trine: I’ve really got to work at it to catch up to T.H. then, huh?

Aello: You’ll never make it. My mother is even worse…

Trine: A true harpy…

[Herrera]

The scene opens up and we are located on the top of a cliff, which happens to be Eric's secondary home at times. Eric and Jay are both leaning up against the walls of the cave that can be seen from the cliff. Eric and Jay are dressed in casual attire with just a candle being the only source of light with it being night outside.

Eric: Nice. You waste an entire promo on flirting with each other before finally getting to the point in your second. What a total waste of air space. But whatever. Different people have different tastes I guess. Does it matter to me who I face in reality? Not really. Because to me all that matters is what happens inside of the ring. I could care less what you have done in the past. The point of the matter is your lack of chemistry as a tag team will be your downfall. We have more than enough chemistry and can click in the snap of a finger. Our experience will be the key to you two. We have been tagging for nearly 2 full years. And have gotten to know each other like brothers. We know what the other is thinking, which helps in the chemistry effect of the match quality increasing. If you had bothered to study us even more you would know that we are almost literal clones of each other. Not only in skills but how we lived our lives growing up, the road we took to get to where we are and so much more.

Jay: Do you realize what this means? This means a chance for both of us to prove there is no ring rust. I am returning from a complete year of zero competition before returning to the ring in a dramatic way by hitting the UHW Platinum Division. And I have no plans of slowing down. TKOW is where our mark is finally cemented without anyone being able to take it off. HVW was mostly a waste of ink. We never were comfortable in any way. It felt like a soap opera federation. Right here, this is where the big boys play. If we get to achieve gold here it will be the day that everyone puts the paper champion claims to rest. After all, whoever does not know about TKOW obviously lives under a rock. In a way we are even though, I too am returning from a extended leave. But in my case, the leave got me to make something of myself. As soon as I got off that long injury I finally after 2 long years got recognized as a singles competitor. Be very afraid. All your claims of us losing to you will be shot down just like many were shot down.

Eric: I have heard a who's who of today's top professional wrestlers give me put downs saying I can't do it, I can't win, only for me to shut them up and put them on their backs staring at the lights. Scott McMurray, Ken Johnson, Scott Edwards, Brian Kennedy, Dan Kilburn, Ryder, Scott Stonewall, Kobi Jenkins, Adam McMichaels, and many more have joined that long list of Downward Spiral victims. Do not do their same mistake. Outside of HVW, I have a winning record in combined active competition. Everytime I say I will do something, I do it. I need no threats to get my point across. And that will be the case in here. The birds will be shot to the ground. They will not be allowed to take flight or even spread their wings. As I will literally aim for the wings so they are grounded and deemed defenseless. Then I will take all that blood from the massacre at Mass Khaos and savor it, never being able to forget that once again I am the aggressor. And you are as your name suggests, the prey to us the predators. The slaughter begins now.

Both Eric and Jay laugh sadisticly as the camera fades to black.

[Herrera]

The scene opens up and we are in Veronica's apartment. She is sitting at the kitchen table. She lets out a yawn and stares at the camera in a dull way.

Vero: Are you done yet? Ugh, thank god. I didn't know this was a damn soap opera. I don't care about your life or your little speeches. For that I can ask George Bush for another speech. This is professional wrestling not a fucking elementary assembly. Save your speeches for your local kindergarten assemblies. You want to talk about rough? Kid, your sad little story is nowhere close to what I had to live through. I had to live through my family never supporting me in any thing I chose to do. Whether it be wrestling or any other career choice I ever had. I was treated like a fucking slave catering to everyone's needs except my own. Never allowed to have a personal dream of my own until I got to high school said I had enough and joined the wrestling team. What you had to go through was YOUR choice. No one put a gun down your throat and said if you don't join us you're dead. Instead of thinking of the younger audience why not think about yourself huh? You gonna forget about yourself for them stupid people? Ha. You just made my day. The same people that never ever were there for me. The same people that turned on me when I needed them the most.

I had every single insult you wish was not ever said to a woman. A lot of those insults would make you cringe. Everyone that I was surrounded by had the old school feeling of girls belong in the kitchen. They wouldn't let me do shit. I'd have to practically sneak out to wrestling shows and tell them I was going out on a date for me to continue to live out my dream while instead of going to that date I go work a indy show. Once I told my family that I am a professional wrestler, I was left alone. With the only family I have being my boyfriend Eric and his best friend Jay Williams. I got no one to walk home to. No family, no nothing. You at least have family to go home to. You at least can still talk to your siblings, cousins, aunts, grandma, parents, whatever and them supporting you. You don't know what its like to have your family reject you and pretend you never were born, not frequent you in any way.

Until you do, I don't wanna hear any bullshit from you. Yours is more sorry than those lame ass shows kiddies watch in the morning, that educational television garbage. What, do you want a cookie for your sorry ass life? Give me a break. You ain't seen nothing yet. Until you experience pain not only in the ring but in life, call me. You don't know what pain is until you realize you have no family or friends to talk to outside of your own boyfriend and his best friend. Everyone rejecting you for following your dream and becoming somebody. Everyone rejecting you for your beliefs and looking down upon you. Since you haven't learned that yet, I guess I'm going to have to pound it into your small head for you. Come Mass Khaos you will feel what true pain really is. I will have no remorse and will make sure that your blood is spilled all over that canvas. You know why? Because people like you don't deserve to live. People like you that waste our precious time crying over spilled milk. Get over it, grow some balls and overcome it. Fuck the haters and all them doubters. Doesn't matter if a kid cries or if a kid smiles. As long as you lived your dream and did what you wanted to set out to do thats all that matters. But until you get that, you're gonna be staring at the lights. See you around, kid. In the back being a curtain jerker that is.

Scene fades to black with Veronica laughing at the camera.

[Onslaught]

It was night, and a hazy breeze fluttered through the surrounding tree tops, also sending ripples through the in ground pool behind Jace’s residence. Now that Sam had been allowed to return home from the hospital, the dark corridors of Dyson Manor seemed less stark and lonesome. It was as though a dark cloud had been lifted from the estate, albeit as much as could be lifted from a place with as much dark history as Jace’s home.

But now, the house was completely free of the taint of the Dyson Family. Madison had been the last vestige of that horrendous brood, and Jace had finally cut her loose…so to speak….soon after SWAT closed. Jace reclined in the deck chair and looked up at the shockingly clear sky. His astral daydreaming was interrupted by the sight of head lights in the drive reflecting off the water. Jace sat up so as to be a marginally more accommodating host to his expected guest. Hell, he was more than a guest. Despite his murky past, even Jace had to acknowledge this man was quickly becoming akin to a spiritual advisor to him. Or, as much as you can call a man who worshipped the ideals of Satan a “spiritual” being, anyway.

Soon after the lights extinguished an older looking man with sinister looking angular features made his way poolside. He was draped in a long black leather coat, wearing his trademark peculiar hat, which almost seemed to make him out to be some sort of fascist military officer, reminiscent of a Nazi even. And knowing Anton Lavey as Jace now did, his mentor no doubt appreciated the powerful effect this appearance had.

Anton: How was Sam’s surgery, Jace?

Jace: It went really well. They got all of the cancer out. But he’s blind in his left eye.

Anton pulled up another seat and slowly sank down into it. Despite his powerful presence, this man who was publicly dead was physically world weary and it showed.

Anton: That was an expected side effect, no?

Jace: It was. He’s adapting real well though. It never ceases to amaze me that despite our differences, he’s just as strong inside as I will ever be. Maybe more.

Anton: Oh, you’re not going soft on me already, are you?

Jace: No. But I do need to restrain myself. I don’t want to give Sam certain…”impressions”…about me.

Anton: Impressions that are true, however.

Jace: Yes. But I’m his father and I have the right to shield him from…

Anton: …the truth?

Jace: …yes. But I have told him some things about what I’ve done. I kept it very general. He deserves his innocence, and I’m not going to take that from him.

Anton: You don’t want him to be like you, do you? Despite how confident you are in yourself.

Jace: I don’t want him to have the problems I have had. I don’t want him to worry about which one of a 1,000 people he’s pissed off in the past has the means and desire to kill him this week. I don’t want him taking a bullet like I did…

Anton: You do, however, realize there is nothing wrong with having ambitions and taking what one wants, though? We’ve discussed this before, Jace.

Jace: I’m aware of that.

Anton: You just need to learn how to be the quintessential individualist by more…”subtle” methods. You have spent your life alienating people when such course behavior is really not necessary. Speaking of which, have you begun to implement what we discussed?

Jace: Finding allies…?

Anton: Finding a base, Jace. A support system consisting of people who think the way you do. There truly is strength in numbers.

Jace: I found somebody promising. Bob Lancelot.

Anton: I’m not familiar with him. He is in TKOW, correct?

Jace: Yeah. He represents our belief system without even realizing it. But I’m not about to indoctrinate him anytime soon. I think he’d be too put off by that.

Anton: Yes…yes…my means and methods are often a tough sell and only appeal to those who are truly and actively seeking something more out of life. But, I’m not looking for followers, if that’s what you mean. I’ve already been there and done that. And while it was a liberating and immensely exciting time of my life…that time has passed. Whatever the case, I have faith in your choice.

The conversation lulled at this point and Jace looked out over the waters of the pool and breathed in deeply. Jace decided to press him on a lingering issue he hadn’t been able to privately resolve.

Jace: You never fully explained to me why you allowed the world to think you were dead. Frankly, I’m still not totally convinced you’re not conning me, either.

Anton: Frankly Jace, seeing blind faith in someone of your caliber would be a disappointment to me. You have every right to question me and my bizarre circumstances. I blame my penchant for theatrics for my choice, but what I truly and deeply desired was a change of pace. I wanted to hit a proverbial reset button on my life so that I may view this world from a slightly different perspective. You have never felt the same way?

Jace (distantly): I feel the same way everyday….

Jace pauses and swallows deep, measuring his words.

Jace: I wonder everyday what it would have been like if Sam had always been in my life. If I had always had a child in my life, the way I wanted after my first baby was stolen from me. I wonder what choices I would have made differently…if I would have changed who I was and not become the bastard I am today. And sometimes I wonder what it would be like to hit that reset button right now and raise Sam in a world of normalcy…with a normal father…

Voice: Dad…

Anton and Jace turn to see that Sam had found his way downstairs. Wrapped in a robe that hugged his slim frame, he looked then at Jace’s guest.

Sam: Sorry for interrupting.

Anton: Don’t be.

Sam: Dad, my heard hurts real bad and I can’t sleep. Do you know where those meds the doctor prescribed are?

Jace practically leapt out of his chair and to his son. He put his arm around Sam and turned him back towards the house.

Jace: Sure, let me show you. Do you want to sit up with me for a while before they kick in?

Sam: Yeah.

Jace got halfway to his house before he suddenly remembered Anton. He turned around to allow him inside, but he was already gone, as though he had slipped into the satiny darkness. His car started up nearby and headlights cast an illumination over the pool water once more, bathing Jace and his son in the bright artificial light as well. The play of the lights made their surroundings seem, if for a brief moment, like a celestial paradise….their own private Eden in a world that was far, far from it.

[Harpuia]

"Burger Man" by ZZ Top plays on the radio as Dan nods his head to the music. He looks at the radio and simply turns it off, looking at the camera that had just turned on. Dan simply relaxes back and smirks.

Kilburn: So, I finally caught a break, eh? I finally get to face the top two stars in the TKOW business... too bad it's a tag team match.

It's going to be myself and Adrian Tanner, Jr. taking on the super-underrated Matt Griffen, and the super-overrated to the sky Phoenix. Matt Griffen quite the talent, yes indeed, but being stuck hiding under the shoe of Phoenix for... I dunno how long hasn't quite helped him get the exposure he needs to make it to the top. No doubt, I have all the respect in the world for Griffen, because he's made a showing in UHWF, and his tag team partner, Lady Hawke, had pushed me to one of the hardest fought victories I've ever had. But I beat Lady Hawke and I damn sure will find a way to take down Matt Griffen at Mass Khaos. He may be underrated, but he definitely isn't unbeatable, and on Mass Khaos I plan to prove that, whether Tanner wants to help me or not.

He pauses before continuing.

Kilburn: Now on to the big man, Phoenix... Mr. Overrated Wrestler. Phoenix, I got one word for you, Guinness. They have a little thing called the Book of World Records, and your little picture should be put on there for the least number of title defenses for an overrated hack. No wonder why you've held that belt for almost 18 months now... you've had a title defense every half a year or so and when you do defend, it's up against some midcard hack whom folks like Eric Herrera could swat like a fly. There's many words to describe Phoenix, but there's only one that I will use to describe him after Mass Khaos... loser.

I've proven to everyone that T.H. Power has nothing on me. I had him beat at 15:01. The only reason why it doesn't count is because it's a 15-minute time limit. Whatever. I don't care too much about wins... I still have 102 spare or so in this career trunk of mine. All I care about is kicking ass, and I'll be so ready to leave you on the floor and make my mark as a true main eventer in TKOW... because Lord knows we need them right now. We have a curtain jerker holding the TKOW title and only 1 main eventer...

He shrugs.

Kilburn: Guess there ain't much more to say. The two of you against the two of us coming up. I'm not holding back, and as Shion would always say, hopin' you don't either.

The camera fades to black.

[Havok]

[The scene fades into Adrian Tanner, sitting at a coffee shop in downtown Melbourne. He's dressed casually, black jeans a black "Revolver" T-shirt, and sipping on a cup of Peppermint Mocha.]

Adrian Tanner: "Well, here I am, sitting at our agreed upon destination and there's no sign of my 'partner' this week, one mr Dan Kilburn. Funny that."

"Then I asked the waiter to turn on the TKOW channel and whaddyaknow, there he is, spouting off the usual BS somewhere else."

Adrian: "Danny, I'm ashamed. I thought we agreed we'd meet here and do this together, but I guess you couldnt wait. Meh, no biggy I guess."

[He takes another sip from his Peppermint Mocha as he gathers his thoughts.]

Adrian: "You'll excuse me if I seem a bit bothered this week. Got alot of things on my mind lately..."

"But I suppose we should get on with this. MAss Khaos. The not-so-Birds-of-Prey vs Me and that Cypher kat."

"Which basically means...I'm fucked."

Adrian: "C'mon, it's teh ALMIGHTY PEENIX and Matt fuckin Griffen, vs me and Dan fuckin Kilburn. A worse partner, I could NOT have."

"Normally, I'd go on a long rant about Penix and his awfulness and his lack of any real challenge for the TKOW belt since he won it from SOulfly..."

"But a) Dan already covered it, and b ) I just dont care enough right now about him to worry."

Adrian: "Although I will say one thing. Penix, really...facts man, check em. I may as well call you Nancy Grace at this point...I never lost to Bob Lancelot. I walked out under my own power because he was Bob Lancelot and I didnt give much of a shit about facing him for the 2nd string title."

"C'mon man, That'd be like me talking about you losing to Syberus."

[Adrian smirks.]

Adrian: "Oh wait, that actually happened."

[Zing.]

Adrian: "I'm sorry, I know I should be more caring about this match, but I've got Dan Kilburn for a partner, and seeing as how he wasnt even smart enough to find our meeting place, even though I wrote the directions and handed him the plane ticket personally, I'm not too convinced we've got much of a chance of winning this thing."

"So I'm just gonna show up, watch Dan get pinballed around a bit, and get back to worrying about my other issues."

"Caio."

[Fade.]