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[TKOW Board]

Entrants:

Avian
"Hardcore Superstar" Bob Lancelot
"The Demon Fox" Brandon Young
Carpenter
"The Natural" Daniel Gafet
Dark Schnitzel
"White Wolf" Eligoor Oslund
"The Sensational" Eric Herrera
"Iceheart" Jace Mingla
Jay Williams
"Rolls Royce" Jonathan Richards
Lady Hawke
"New Sensation" Nathan Slater

More TBD

[Phoenix]

The locale is nondescript, as if by the very design of the camera’s shot it was made to be purposefully irrelevant. An odd choice for a man so prone to grandiose musings and his occasional use of bizarre and even heretical images in his declarations. But, here and now, the focus is clearly and solely the man sitting alone under the camera’s glare.

Jace Mingla.

He’s not quite looking at the camera. His eyes are cast aside, as though looking down at something just out of sight. A cigarette disseminates its murky haze as it hangs lazily in one corner of his mouth. Jace removes it and flicks some of the ash to the side before speaking.

Jace: Looks like its pay per view time again. Time again for me to bust out some of my best stuff, eh? Time for me to return to some of my old antics…my old controversies. After all, people actually PAY for this crap, so I better go the extra mile this time, right?

Ehhhh…maybe next time.

Jace smirks and flicks the cigarette away.

Jace: I’ll be honest. I’m not FEELING this. Way too much déjà vu for my taste. You see, in my opinion, invitationals like this are often created to give existing talent that fed heads don’t know what to do with something to do. TH Power apologists would likely point out that this invitational is open to anyone, or how it is meant to give outside talent a chance to give TKOW a shot. Frankly, I don’t give a shit what TH Power apologists say, because quite frankly this card for New Era is nothing short of abysmal. FOUR men in singles matches. FOUR! And three of them are not even fit to hold my jock strap, and the fourth guy beat me with interference. I’ll let you figure out who’s who. And the rest of the roster pushed into voluntary matches as part of this half assed six-shooter invitational.

Now, lets get to the meat and potatoes of this little rant, shall we? Lets talk about ME. Trust me, its okay. Guys like Syberus have made entire CAREERS out of talking about nothing but themselves, so I think you can stand to permit me this indulgence. I’m pissed as hell that not only were two singles matches booked, but that I was booked in neither of them. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the $100 grand I’ll be winning will go a long way towards paying off the rest of my son’s medical bills and ending that unfortunate chapter of our lives. But the fact that I was passed up for even a SINGLES match is nothing short of moronic.

Now, some people might say, “But Jace, you left TKOW in a huff soon after things didn’t go your way at Megabowl.” I like to tell those people to fuck off. Because the core of the matter is that despite a MASSIVE series of singles wins before my only singles loss, I was granted ONE serious shot at the TKOW title. That being my #1 Contendership clusterfuck with Phoenix at Megabowl. Seems kind of odd that somebody with that kind of success had only the barest shot at singles gold, doesn’t it? Of course, I realize that I had then and still do have a tendency to piss people off, injure people severely, and be an overall pox on social mores….but damn was I good at it!

So good at it in fact, that I couldn’t help but capture the public’s attention. Ahhhh…the public, my faithful source of disappointment and validation…TKOW fans turned in week after week to see what I would do….to see what A Violent Reaction would do! Not to see a drugged out pissant like Soulfly feud with some guy who by this point has LOOOONG faded into obscurity. They tuned in to see violence and depravity….shit that I delivered in SPADES! Of course, this made me a risky bet to hotshot the world title onto, didn’t it?

Jace looks dead on at the camera, his trademark ice blue eyes radiating feral menace.

Jace: Of course, after I left TKOW…low and behold….somebody did have the balls to hotshot a title onto me. Ever hear of a promotion called SWAT? You know…massive wrestling conglomerate with branches all over the fucking western half of the world?! Yeah, back then SWAT was kicking TKOW’s ass all over the place as far as quality goes.

Take a wild guess how long it took me to not only win singles gold, but WORLD TITLE gold in SWAT? Go on…I’ll sit here and twiddle my thumbs a while as you count out your guesses on your fingers and toes. Give up?

Under three months.

In under three months I was riding high in SWAT’s Rocky Mountain Region. Three…fucking….months. And not only that, but I formed a new faction in SWAT that kicked considerable amounts of ass before SWAT closed its doors.

Jace leans in to the camera conspiratorially as he starts to whisper.

Jace: And….FYI….even then TKOW couldn’t stop talking about me. Yeah, they shit all over my new faction saying it was a rip off of A Violent Reaction. Jesus Christ….what a dip shit I was…ripping off my OWN creation. What the fuck ever….

Jace leans back again, resuming the main course of his diatribe.

Jace: So, lets summarize. In TKOW+Kicking lots of ass = barely even a shot at singles gold, whereas in SWAT+kicking lots of ass for an even shorter amount of time = singles gold. Weird, huh? And it’s not like I was any tamer in SWAT than I was in TKOW either. Ask Isaac Black…if you can find whatever refrigerator box he’s living out of now.

So, now I’ve returned home, and resumed kicking lots of ass once again. Hmmm…lets see…how many times have I been defeated in active competition so far. Oh…that’s right….none. Oh…and who won the last one of these invitational things? Oh shit! THAT WAS ME TOO! So what does TKOW do? Stick me in another invitational instead of the main event. Makes me want to puke.

Now…lets analyze for a moment who IS in the main event. Hmmm…hold on…does anybody remember that game Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon? You know, the game where you try to connect actors to Kevin Bacon in seven steps or less? Well, it may surprise you to learn that that game works with wrestlers too! Oh yeah! In fact, it works real well with Phoenix and Matt Griffen…because they both have a vital one step connection to a third man in TKOW.

TH Power.

Now…how convenient is it that two men with lengthy historical connections to TH Power, the current OWNER of TKOW, are the main event in New Era? And don’t give me that “Phoenix turned on Power bullshit” either, recent events have PROVEN there was still a connection between Phoenix and Power!

So, thanks to everyone’s good friend nepotism, TKOW has been treated to the continuing annals of the soap opera between the most roided up masked emo kid in the world and the nauseatingly fan friendly, blue eyed hick from Bumfuck County, USA.

How are you people still paying for this crap? I mean, at least when I was around I added some good old fashioned sex, controversy and violence to the place…but this ongoing monthly drama has been begging to be taken out behind the woodshed and SHOT for god knows how long.

It’s a good thing I brought this along…

Jace reaches down below his seat and pulls out a handgun.

Jace (sarcastically): OH NOES! A GUN ON TV! SOMEBODY ALERT THE PARENT GROUPS AND THE CHRISTIAN COALITION! HAHAHA! But seriously though, what I said before about taking this main event scene behind the wood shed? It’s gonna happen. So boys, when I take you out back and tell you to get on your knees, try to avoid getting too many of those lovely tears of yours on my shoes. They were expensive. Just hold your breath…

Jace puts the gun up to his head.

….take a deep, deep breath….

He releases the safety.

….and kiss it allllllll goodbye….

He pulls the trigger. It simply clicks in response.

Jace: Hope you didn’t think I’d actually make it that easy.

Jace descends into sinister, unsettling laughter, proceeding to spin the barrel and squeeze the trigger again and again, mouthing the word “Bang” each time, as the image fades to black.

[Phoenix]

Despite the first match not being entirely a success, A loss in which the youngster now dawning a black metallica muscle shirt, black biker mma shorts with flames on the leg area of them and black boots - had sustained to Veronica Rodriguez on the night of Mass Khaos back in July. The young one whom calls himself Avian has arrived back at the park he stood at in his first promo.

Avian stands on top of a broken teeter totter with his right foot on the right side and his left foot positioned firmly on the left side to maintain his balance. The environment surrounding Avian grows darker while the rumbling sounds in the skys above head indicate that a thunderstorm was approaching the area.

His eyes shift to the clouded sky's to take in what was about to occur, surely remaining outdoors during a thunderstorm could in fact be dangerous, not to mention life threatening due to the lightning which a thunderstorm can produce. The camera which had been capturing all of his movements moves in closer to catch a better view of Avian's physical appearance.

He hops off of the teeter totter and walks calmly over to the park bench while sliding his right hand through strands of his dark blue hair. Once Avian arrives to his destinated area he places his foot on the park bench then shifts his eyes then his head toward the camera to give it his full attention.

"You people are probably expecting me to discuss something from my past, like how gangs are bad, drugs are horrible and guns suck. I assure you that will not happen because the person you're seeing right now is the guy who wrestled in on the indy scene long before I became this positive person in TKOW. I've even put on the old attire once again for this special event."

Avian pauses for a moment and lifts his left hand up to chin level where he gently strokes his chin in thought then soon after he lifts his index finger up to view of the camera.

"Before we begin why don't I touch on a couple of matches that are taking place at New Era, the first one being the main event. For the fiftieth time in TKOW, Phoenix will defend his title against Matt Griffen in...surprisingly enough, a Brutality cage."

Shakes his head in what appears to be disappointment then positions his hands on his hips while taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"We all know that the Phoenix vs Matt Griffen match will be the same old outcome; Phoenix wins and Matt leaves with another loss under his belt. Now some of you are probably asking why I'm touching on this match...It's simple, things are going to change because this Ironman challenge will have to guarantee the winner a title shot and that winner is going to be me. Not only will I be a hundred thousand richer, I'm going to be a definite candidate for the TKOW Championship. Then you people wont have to see another Phoenix vs Matt Griffen match. Let's look at the participants in the Ironman challenge..."

With confidence now lingering on the face of Avian, he turns with his body now completely facing the camera and takes a step closer.

"First you have Jace Mingula, a guy who should probably be champion but isn't because he doesn't have the set down below to get the job done.

Next you have Carpenter. A seven foot retard who wraps toilet paper around his body and expects everyone to be afraid of him. I guess when I need to take a crap I'll go looking for Carpenter, as a matter of fact he's probably the poster child for all toilet paper ads.

Then you have Dark Schnitzel, take a hint son, clowns don't belong in wrestling. Why don't you go back to the circus because all you're going to do is get in my way and I damn sure don't want any cheese burgers and no I do not believe in magic.

Lady Hawk, ditch the zero and get with a hero"

His lips curve up creating a slight smirk which indicates that Avian was now beginning to have fun with the promo he was cutting. A sure sign that this was not the Avian that cut the first promo for Mass Khaos on the 22nd of July.

"Bob Lancelot, you lost your Television title to the toilet paper burgler...or as he is now called, Potty Boy. You shouldn't even be in this match but you are. You're a loser like Matt Griffen and you'll never amount to anything more than everyone's whipping boy.

As for the rest of those guys, I don't know who they are but one by one by one by one each and everyone of you are going to find yourselves laying flat on your back and the only thing you'll be hearing is the sound of the referee's hand slapping the mat three times and the ring announcer declaring me as the winner."

Avian, now beginning to fire himself up, starts pacing back and forth in front of the camera as he takes a brief moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead, the storm which was brewing from earlier now darkens the sky even more as droplets of rain fall from the clouds above onto the ground beneath his feet, many droplets target and land on various area's of Avian's body. He turns back to face the camera and points with his index finger at it.

"I don't care who you are, unless you know how to actually wrestle then don't bother showing up, New Era is my time to shine. You see, I'm not from Hollywood, who cares about the walk of fame, I don't wear jackets, I damn sure don't like gold watches and you can bet your ass I'm not a Kid!

What you see before you is the real deal, my name is Avian and I'm coming to New Era."

At this point sounds of thunder blast throughout the skys and flashes of lightning brighten up the darkened area around him. Avian turns from the camera and walks out of view as the scene fades out.

[Phoenix]

Scene opens up to Castle De High Maintenance.



We see the Team of High Maintenance. The huge Rolls Royce, Jonathan Richards. The powerhouse is wearing a sleeveless silk red shirt unbuttoned showing off his huge frame, each and every muscle caked by what must be two whole bottles of baby oil. His partner, the high flying technician, The New Sensation, Nathan Slater is also decked out in a sleeveless silk shirt, his one blue, and he too is wearing a good dose of body oil, he is not as big as Richards, but still toned and cut, the oil highlighting this.

They are sitting in the living room on plush fluffy recliners that look like the most comfortable thing ever made, video clips playing on the big screen plasma. The current clip features a hair band from the 80's with a lot of hot women in the clip, which one, it could be one of hundreds by that description, but lets go with Whitesnake, it really doesn't matter.

A man wearing a cheap suit walks in, some might confuse him for the butler, but he is actually there attorney, Gavin Slater, a whinnying man who annoys them no end. And yes, he is the former attorney of SWAT, lot of good it did that place, some still blame him personally for the feds downfall. Also, he is the uncle of the New Sensation, Nathan.

Gavin Slater : Listen up guys ... (holding a piece of paper) ... just got this off the wire.

Jonathan Richards : Off the wire? I know we are in a castle in Europe, but come on, was it a telegram or something ... 'off the wire' ...

Richards nods his head at Gavin's attempts at trying to be cool.

Gavin : (ignoring being talked down to) This is important. You guys have your first match booked in TKOW. You'll both be part of the "Six Shooter Ironman Challenge Invitational" at the New Era PPV.

Nathan Slater : (totally ignoring Gavin and singing along to Whitesnake) ..... Is this love ... that im feeling!

Gavin snaps, grabs the remote and switches the plasma off. Both members off High Maintenance's heads snap at him and he instantly wonders why the hell he did that, but tries to be authoritative.

Gavin Slater : Listen to me! This_is_import ....

Nathan Slater : Do i sing that bad? Here, give that to me .... Stat! (Nathan grabs the control back, switching the plasma back on) ... Don't you ever even think of doing something like that again.

Jonathan Richards : What you think Nath, should we feed him to the crocs in the moat?

Gavin Slater : (now really worried) ... Ha ... come on guys ... you dont have any crocs in there ... do ya?

Richards stands up and grabs a piece of raw meat, which just so happened to be sitting on a platter beside the window and tosses it out, two crocs are seen shooting up to try and catch it.

Jonathan Richards : Look at those snappers!

Yes. Romancing the Stone reference, the narrator pumps his arm, Richards and Nathan turn away from Gavin back to watching the plasma. The song finishes and Nathan then turns the tv off, Meatloaf came on, and although thats good music for picking up a MILF, these guys dont need any MILF, just look at them, glistening with that oil draped over them, the girls swoon for these guys where ever they go.

Nathan Slater : So, HPWA has made the biggest mistake of there long esteemed list of mistakes and signed High Maintenance.

Gavin Slater : They are called TKOW now, and yes, the deal is done, and you are signed there.

Nathan Slater : Dont correct me! HPWA ... TKOW ... whats the difference.

Jonathan Richards : Give me a look at that Gavin. (Richards snatches the print out and looks it over) .......... What the hell is a "Six-Shooter" Ironman Challenge"?

Gavin Slater : (a blank look on his face) ... Ummmm .... i am not quite sure.

Nathan Slater : Your not sure? What the hell do we pay you for. Find out. I know we are good, but it might help knowing how the match actually works.

Gavin Slater : I'll do my best.

Jonathon Richards : (still looking down the print out) .... hmmm ... i know a few of these names. This might be fun.

Richards passes the print out to the New Sensation who skims over it.

Nathan Slater : "Iceheart" Jace_Mingla.

Suddenly the mood in the room changes ... both men standing up and looking over the list more carefully.

Jonathon Richards : Ok, Mingla looks like the biggest threat. He is good, damn good. But he is one, and we are two.

Nathan Slater : Your right Jonno. He dont stand a chance against the pair of us.

Gavin Slater : Mingla ain't the only one to worry about, there is some top talent here at TKOW, this isn't some upstart regional fed where you can walk in, bully everyone and be lucky to see one show before the place folds.

Jonathan Richards : We know that you fool! Thats why we had you sign us up! You think we want to travel the world joining feds and busting our hump only to have the place close, time after time after time.

Nathan Slater : So, who else they got in this thing? (looks over the list again) ... Carpenter ... this crack pot still around?

Gavin Slater : He may be a crack pot, but he is a dangerous man, you will do well to be wary of him.

Jonathon Richards : He will do well to be wary of US! This whole place doesn't have a clue what they have got on there hands. WE are gonna turn this place upside down!

The Rolls Royce and New Sensation high five.

Nathan Slater : Bunch of faggots. What do we get for winning this thing Gav?

Gavin Slater : It says here (pulling out another copy of the print out) ... that there is over $100,000 up for grabs in prize and bonuses.

Jonathon Richards : Let me have a look at that thing ... (snatches the second print out from Gavin, now Jonno and Nathan both have a copy) ... it also describes the Six shooter rules here you goose.

(Richards reads out the rules, he puts on a deep announcers voice)

T.H. Power wanted the fans, not to mention himself, to get their money's worth and declared the Invitational for New Era would be the "Six-Shooter" Ironman Challenge, putting up more than $100,000 for prize and bonuses! This 6-fall ironman tournament will push all entrants to their limits in the preliminary 30 minute matches leading up to the semi finals and the no time limit final. Which superstars will be able to gain the bonuses, reach the finals and win the $100,000 prize? Who knows, but there's going to be a hell of a mess to clean up afterwards!

Nathan Slater : Ok, thats great. That means all we got to do is each make it thru to the final, and then its the two of us against four guys on their own.

Gavin Slater : One more thing i think i should let you know, things work different here at TKOW, dont go alienating the guys in the back, they got a lot of pull here.

Jonathan Richards : Bah! Chumps in the back are all the same, think they can call the shots, but we dont care what goes on in the back, we worry about what goes on in the ring. Thats where WE call the shots!

Nathan Slater : Them girls dont know it now, but they will. High Maintenance is not a name we made up for ourselves to be cool. Its who_we_are. We make Paris Hilton look like a Stepford wife, and we are going to make all of these clowns in the Six Shooter look like the back yard wrestlers they are. We are a class above, New Era, what a fitting name for us to make out debut.

Jonathan Richard : Right on Nath. These ignorant buffoons dont have a clue what they are in for ... i cant wait!

Scene fades with Nathan switching the plasma back on, Pussy Cat Dolls dancing around in the lingerie.

[Phoenix]

{Our scene opens to what appears to be a cell, dank, grey, you know the type. The lighting in the cell is almost completely non-existent, save for the dim swaying light on the opposite side of the camera that makes the gloom all the more apparent, the sillhouette of a person on the inside of the cell bars is prominent.}

Male Voice: "Well, been a while... and there are several factors related to that..."

{Two grimy hands grasp the steel bars, knuckles are weathered and scarred. The rest of the figure remains cloaked in darkness.}

Male Voice: "But more on that later, because simply put - worse than the fact of what put me out of view of the general public - is the simple fact that I HAVE been out of public view, and during this time I've been away, imprisoned behind the metaphorical bars of my sanity, and sadly. the physical limitations of my body. But no more... I'm healed now, and I'm ready now... the tyrants may have run rampant in my absence but regardless that will end come the Pay-Per-View called - appropriately - New Era."

{The man's right hand pulls away from the bar momentarily before smashing back into the steel, we see one of the fresher scars on his knuckles cracks wide and starts bleeding freely through his dirt-caked hands}

Male Voice: "Tyrants, there are many in any orginization, let alone one such as TKOW, a seeming cesspool of them... a breeding pit of the worst kind of low-level scumbags in wrestling: Mingla, Phoenix, Carpenter, Bob Lancelot, Cypher... and I'm not even including some of the jackass announcers that have ben getting cycled through the fed over the last little while... and sadly I've been powerless to stop them, time and time again some truly horrifying shit happens and I'm simply not there. Hell, I used to be one of them... a tyrant, a villain, just another face in the locker room of TKOW. Just another simple sociopathic cocksucker that thinks being evil is the new good."

"Well fuck that. Fuck them... I'll show them all what it means to be anything... and it all starts with the six-shooter iron-man invitational. An event I can't help but think Adrian Tanner was born to win but he's tied up with Cypher... so the 'Revolver' reference can go to Hell. So instead of standing before the wrath of a firearm, they will instead be caught in the wrath of something infinitely more powerful fueled by something much more influential than mere gun-powder, and delivered with much more care than a hollow-point bullet,"

{A moments pause as the man's hands relinquish the steel cell bars and we witness the figure begin to pace behind them.}

Male Voice: "The justice that TKOW so-badly needs is finally going to be fired upon those that have gone unchecked so long, by the beauracracy that cripples TH Power on one end of the power totem, and by the morals that drive the truly good in the locker room consisting primarily of Section 8. I will fight monsters with their own rules - And my own - and it shall not be from the barrel of a smoking gun, it shall not be delivered in the simple form of a bullet, and the senders will not be the fingers of a human... but by many. because my weapon has the power to topple conglomerates and destroy nations, people can survive bullets, so can social structures... so can evil... but nothing... and believe me when I say this - ABSOLUTELY NOTHING - can stop a Riot..."

{The sillhouette finally grasps the bars again and the rest finally emereges into the dim lighting, the silver-green eyes that lock onto the camera are unmistakable, as are the chiseled cheekbones and thin lips. More contrary to his normally fashionable-but-rakish appearance is the fact that he looks as though he's missed a months worth of showers, his once dusty blond locks are now overgrown all the way down to his jawline and died almost black from filth, and his normally perpetual chin-strap styled facial hair is now a tangled mess of a beard.}

{This man single-handedly embodies the anarchy of a full-on civil insurgence into the body of one human form... this man IS the Riot... this man... is Tobias Burden)

Tobias: "Yes, that's right, it's me... everybody's favorite form of violence. First put out of commision by one Carpenter inside the Brutality cage... and injured further by Mingla at Holiday Hell. Broken ribs aren't fun... but neither is retribution for the pain and nsuffering that I suffered, and after looking at the names of the contestants on the Invitational, I'm happy to say that retribution may likely come sooner as opposed to later. Under Iron-man rules, I won't just finish off those that deserve it once, oh no, after I've pinned them, I WILL drag them back to their feet and repeat the process all over again. Are you ready for that Carpenter, you crazy half-mummified fuck? How about you Jace, going against somebody that isn't physically weak enough to get raped by you? I'll admit you both fucked me up good. You're probably both thinking you can both just do it all over again, right? that you can fight against me and this time make it stick?"

{Tobias runs a grimy hand through his hair in frustration. His face is a mixed mask of anger and smug knowledge.}

Tobias: "Well, if those are your thoughts exactly Carpenter.... Jace... then obviously you've never stood against the tide of a man made of frustration, sidelined for months at a time because of something you both did, I will start remaking my career off of both of your mangled bodies and nothing can save you, not a Metatron, Carpenter, and most certainy not a little bitch like Bob Lancelot, Jace. You're both going to find out, very soon, that you'll both wish you'd had enough balls to have ended my life when you both had the chance."

{He coughs violently into his hand for a moment before looking into the camera again and letting out an exasperated sigh.}

Tobias: "Now I suppose this'd be the time now where I address everyone individually and explain why I'll beat them, act big, mean, tough, and push the human ego to new limits in the process, but frankly half the names on the list mean absolutely dick-all to a man like me, only two men I'm really gunning for have been addressed, and while some - like Bob Lancelot and Dark Schnitzel - annoy the ever-present shit out of me, there are people also in the invitational that I hold in the utmost respect for, Lady Hawke for instance, whose man and tag team partner Matt Griffen will fight Phoenix in the nastiest match available for the TKOW Heavyweight Title."

{He reaches through the bars with one hand and gestures with one finger for the camera to zoom ever closer until it's focused solely upon the 'Riot's face}

Tobias: "And since I've ventured off the topic a little bit, Griffen, I hope you rip the spine clean out of that son of a bitches' body and take that title from him, but be warned, if you do, eventually I WILL take it from you eventually."

"As for anybody else in the invitational... well, I only wish you luck should you stand before me in the ring, and know that whatever happens... however hard I hit you, or however far I throw you, it is nothing personal. I do not hate you... yet, so do not give me reason to and the beating any one of you receives should be a one time thing. I it sounds as though I'm overly confident... that you may be able to beat me on the account that I'm a cocky bastard and am underestimating you. Trust me, I'm not, I'm a man that's wound up by being sidelined for what's felt like an eternity, pissed at having to sleep in the fetal position due to cracked ribs for two months, and most of all, well rested with no other thoughts than climbing back between the ropes and doing what I love once again. If you think you have the power to deny a man like me victory upon a return from all of this bullshit I've went through just to get back... well... you're probably more out of your mind than Carpenter or congrats on your delusion... I guess..."

{A shout of surprise is heard off camera, followed by gunshots, Tobias peers somewhere off camera as the cell door all of a sudden swings open. He steps out looking confident before looking once again at the camera.}

Tobias: "Nothing's holding me back now, the gates to the metaphorical prison I've been in is open now, the injuries I've sustained carrying out the actions necessary for revolution have healed, I'm back, and nothing will stop me, at New Era, I will enter the Invitational and take it by storm, I will take on and defeat all challengers, no matter how many people have to fall, no matter the amount of blood I have to lose, New Era 07 is where the Era of the Riot begins. After that is where the true work towards a better future for this fed and for people in general begins, and all of the tyrants I've spoken of, from the insignificant ones that mock other peoples' little sisters just to get some heat... to guys that almost strangle their girlfriends to death for reasons that NOBODY seems to want to divulge to anybody else... all of them, every single goddamn one of them... should mark New Era as the beginning of their end..."

{He bolts off screen and we hear nothing but the echoes of his shoes hitting the paved ground before fading to black where we see white words imprinted on the background}

"Rest In Peace: Dustin Cielisk."

'Beloved cameraman and friend to Tobias Burden and Dave Havoc'

[Phoenix]

[The scene begins as the camera fades in on a logo created long, long ago. You can’t quite read the letters attached to the logo straight away but slowly the camera zooms out and they become quite clear. O-M-G. The camera continues to zoom out as we see the context of the logo; it’s inscribed on some kind of plague on a white wall. Finally, a figure comes into the shot. It’s the TKOW’s latest recruit. He is wearing a casual white T-shirt with a slogan reading “Are YOU prepared?” and a pair of denim jeans. He pauses for a moment as he looks towards the plague on the wall before confronting the camera]


Eligoor – “ Ah, yes. There was once a time when I’d look upon this logo fondly. There was once a time when the three letters upon this plague actually meant a great deal in the wrestling world.
It’s been a good two or possibly even three years since then now. I’ve lost count of how many nights have passed me by when I just sat around and reminisced about what was then thought to be the greatest Company ever created in the Business. Maybe we were young or naïve but at the time…the OMG was certainly the place to be.

The list of superstars that the place produced was phenomenal. I’m one of that same breed that shot to prominence. However, I never saw the OMG as a stepping stone. No. The OMG was everything to me and it’s the reason that I vowed never to step back through those ropes and mix it up in another Business.
I respected the old place too damn much.

I couldn’t bring myself to lace up my old boots. It just wasn’t the same. There was nothing special to me about walking out wearing the banner of another wrestling Company. If I had joined another Company then I’d have been doing it purely for financial reasons and the OMG provided me with cash that mere mortals can only dream of. So, determined not to sell out, I announced my retirement from professional wrestling almost quietly and with a whimper. It was a sad end to a career that had taken me to the top of the industry and immortalised me in the eyes of several million people.

But wait…If I’m retired then just what exactly am I doing in front of this camera right now? Why have I found my way to the TKOW?

But, I thought you were not motivated enough to wrestle, Eligoor? I thought that the OMG was your spiritual home and only that one place could lay a claim to your talents? The questions start to beg, don’t they? So, let me put a few rumours to rest.
I have never been about money. I’ve had thousands of letters flooding my home already asking me why I sold out and allowed myself to sign to the TKOW. Of course, quite a few fans are thrilled because they once more get a chance to see one of the greatest athletes of his generation in action. However, I’d estimate at around 70% are disgusted with my decision because they felt that I was an ethically sound character. A role model, even. An icon.

There are no role models in this world. There are just people that the public put blind trust in without ever really knowing the person they’re putting their faith in.

How many of these people that dare to write offensive letters to my home actually know me? None. Yet, they continually judge me and bombard me with abuse when they believe that I’m committing some kind of sin. So, what? I’m a sinner. We all are. The fact is that my sins are just ever so slightly more public and therefore I’m the one that gets the media coverage.
Pathetic really, isn’t it?

That’s the way of the world though. Pathetic little people run about with their pathetic little lives. Most of these people will never impact upon society and will never have the power to change public opinion…yet they judge a person like me; someone that does have the power.

At the end of the day that’s what we’re all competing for. Power.

When you look at an athlete like me, it’s pretty to establish that I’ve got some kind of physical advantage over normal men. I was gifted with a figure that enables me to crush men both twice my size and half my size. There’s no denying that the brute inside of me is partly responsible for my position in the wrestling world. However, I’d also like to think that a lot of it is to do with the talent that I’ve had to work with and mould into my own. I’ve not just relied upon my physique to win me the big matches – it’s always been very much about brain power. I’m a tactical genius. Self proclaimed, of course…but you can take my word to the bank because it’s air tight.


When you mix brains and brute then you find yourself with an unstoppable combination. Guess what, kids? That just happens to be me. However, I didn’t intend to use this interview to inform the ‘super’ stars of the TKOW to tell them about how I’m going to mow them down one by one and take their titles…I intended to use this interview to talk about the sole purpose of my return to the wrestling industry.


It’s always been about the OMG.

The place is in my blood. Hell, I still stare at my Hall of Fame inductee certificate above my mantelpiece every day simply because I’m damn proud of what I achieved there. The day that the OMG died, I lost more than a wrestling Company. I lost a friend. I lost a family. I lost my belief in wrestling.

I’ll be the first to admit that it crippled me as a person. It actually forced me into drinking which is something I’d never dabbled with whilst I was an up and coming superstar. Eventually, I woke up one morning to find that I was nothing short of an alcoholic that had suddenly lost his passion for life. Those were the dark times. However, I recovered. Why?

Because I’m a winner.

Once more I started a fresh. After a couple of months I gradually found myself returning to the man that I’d once been. I gradually found myself returning the man I’d been. That’s when the phone calls started as one by one the various wrestling Companies around the world began to contact me for my services. The conversations were all so similar and it seemed as if even a single day could have represented an entire year as I found myself saying “Sorry, I’m retired” for hours upon end. The passion had died. Champion was retired. The White Wolf was gone.

I led a normal life for a time. I was able to live off the earnings I’d made in the OMG and I was set up for life. The plan had been made. Eligoor Oslund would simply laze around in his country mansion and wait for old age to catch him up. Early retirement seemed like the only option that my personality would allow. However, that all changed just a few short weeks ago.


I picked up my remote and flicked onto one of the many wrestling channels that flood our screens. It was in that moment that I could have sworn that I saw a ghost. Holy hell! The former owner of the OMG , Rick Moldovanyi, was now wrestling for a new Company! By this time though, he’d long forgotten the name Moldovanyi and was using the alias of Nebulae. It didn’t surprise me much since the cruel name of Moldovanyi could only be associated with bitter winters, evil and storm clouds. No, no, no. This wasn’t Rick Moldovanyi that I’d flicked over to watch in EIS action…this was a second coming of a man that was almost reborn now calling himself Nebulae

Naturally, I was stunned.

However, that wasn’t the only blast from the past. Nebulae had taken one of his former employees in the shape of Baal to the EIS with him. This was the same Baal that I’d fought with on so many occasions. This was the same man that I’d considered an ally at some stages in my career. As you can imagine, it was all just a bit much for me to take. So, I sat down and grabbed a glass full of water. Gulp, gulp, gulp. The water drained down my neck as I tried to comprehend what was unfolding before my eyes.


Now, despite my harsh and seemingly displeased tone, you have to understand that I was actually delighted to see two old boys back in the action. It was like I was seeing the reincarnation of the OMG . The depression and disappointment of my retirement from professional wrestling was finally over. I now had a reason to watch the sport with the same passion I’d done whilst contracted to the OMG .

My paradise was taken from me once again though.

Nebulae And Baal were winning the majority of their matches…in fact, damn near all of them. The problem was that they were facing wrestlers that would have been turned away from the OMG. Week after week they squared up against guys that didn’t have the skill to call themselves real athletes. There was no contest as the pair continued to dominate this little known Company known as the EIS .

Back in the day, we carried a lot of pride with the name tag that we wore on our sleeves. The old motto used to be that the OMG was “Where the Elite meet to compete”. As I watched Nebulae beat opponent after opponent, I finally realised that the Eis played host to guys that you certainly could not class as ‘Elite’. Every match served as a constant reminder to the legacy that I’d help create…but more importantly, it reminded me of how these guys were now embarrassing the OMG name by wrestling against untalented opposition.

I couldn’t allow myself to just sit and watch one of the greatest wrestling Companies in history to become nothing short a laughing stock. That’s exactly what Nebulae and Baal had turned it into.

Enter the Saviour.

Enter The White Wolf

I signed a contract with the EIS to prove to the world that some of the OMG old boys aren’t content with wrestling Joe Bloggs every week. I wanted to face the best that the Company had to offer. However, I’m was not out there to start demanding World Title shots because…and watch my lips when I say this…their World Champion KNEW that when I would want his title then I would damn well take it.

My goal there was far greater than any World Title. It was about respect.


After I was finished with restoring the OMG name to greatness by proving to the world that Nebulae and Baal were NEVER elite themselves then I considered taking on their so called Champion. That World Title belt was meaningless whilst I was around because anyone that holded it knew that I was the man to beat.

Title or no title.

I made my intentions clear though. It was time to ensure that my career in the OMG wasn’t for nothing. I did not allow my own dynasty to die a shallow death purely because two jokers were trying to cash in on former fame by wrestling against sub-standard competition.

That was how I took the EIS by Storm. And I was the elite there Until The Company Closed doors. I made my point clear.
It is time for another era . The TKOW Era

Enter The Savior

Enter the White Wolf

This Company has cried out for a real shock to the system. Now, you’ve got Eligoor Oslund and I’m going to turn back the clock and prove why I earned the reputation as the most sought out man in wrestling. That is why i came back from my retirement , that is why i signed with TKOW.

The White Wolf

Eligoor Oslund

VS

A Bunch of Maggots

Once again Proving that i am Simply

Better than You


[The camera turns away from The White Wolf once again as it homes in on the OMG logo. The letters seem to glisten in the light as the picture reflects both an air of hope and the dawn of a new age. The scene fades to black as the sound of Eligoor’s footsteps can be heard upon the marble floor beneath his toes]

[Phoenix]

*The TKOW logo appears on screen as an audio recording begins.*

Dark Schnitzel: Another PPV, another Invitational. Once again, I am called upon to fill the void in your tournament, which serves as, unsurprisingly, a measure to fill time that isn't your own. Throw in a couple of unsuccessful wrestlers, and have them fight other 100,000 dollars, an amount which better wrestlers than them consider as chump change. My condition has been static as of late, and aside from my announcing stint, which served to every other purpose than announcing, I have been left with nothing to dream about. However, this tournament brings mild excitement to my inner circles, but unfortunately, that has to subside.

It seems as Jace Mingla has struck, or is planning to strike, an alliance with my acquaintance Bob Lancelot. As much as I am amused that you decided to take this man, of all men, to join you, you are sadly meddling in my affairs. For that, I am complied to teach you a lesson. Have your son watch, Mingla, as you inevitably turn into the boneless hero, much wiser after learning what happens when you act like a meddlesome wench, and more importantly, my meddlesome wench.

Oh dear, I hadn't had the chance to speak to you about this yet, and now I will. Your one-eyed son is a troublesome thing; you should put it to sleep. Like an ill, wounded animal, it is a useless burden. Actually, forget what I said earlier, I would much rather that you dispose of him prior to the tournament, as his presence could negatively effect on my performance. I suggest dressing him like a pirate and sending him to the heart of sea, so he can be digested by all the wonderful lovable creatures that reside there. Not only does it serve a righteous purpose, it's also a splendid spectacle. It is the one kind gesture you can do for humanity, one that will have people think fondly of you long after you're gone. Useless things have a certain beauty, but useless people do not. Or maybe your son will look good over the fireplace. Hrrrrrmmm….

*A slight giggle can be heard, followed by the sound of water dripping.*

Schnitzel: It is still hard for me to believe that you chose Bob Lancelot to team with you. You are trying to reform A Violent Reaction, correct? Some things should stay dead Mingla, as their second incarnation is often not a very good one. Bob Lancelot is not a man of any uses other than my own. Aren't you Bob? Look where you are! Your spot against Tanner was taken over by a man you've grinded to dust! The cards were in place Bob, the match with Tanner was almost a lock, and you failed at the one thing you were supposed to do, you failed to beat Kaycee Tanner. Even with my gracious assistance you couldn't do it. Just a tiny little task and you blew it. Now you're fighting over 100,000 measly dollars, while the man whose spot you now hold is going to get his ass kicked by Adrian Tanner. Now you're no longer Television champion, while you're fighting over money Donald Trump uses to wipe his ass with.
What a fall from grace. Then you dared to replace our alliance with another. Not a very clever move, as you shall soon see. I intend to beat your new associate to a bloody pulp, and if we are to meet in the ring, well… you'll see. I have plans for you.

As for the other participants, if you are eager to learn the same lesson as Mingla's, do step in. If not, stay out of my way. I have different goals than yours, and you can take the money for all I care. Oh, Carpenter; it would be a nice bonus if we are to face each other. The manic with no hands versus the manic with zero brains, it shall be interesting.

*The recording stops*

[Phoenix]

A slightly mechanical female voice breaks the silence.

Lady Hawke via Synthesizer: Here we are again. Another invitational. Another group of wrestlers who not only want that prize, but want the bragging rights to that Ironman Challenge. What can I say that the rest of you haven’t? You’re all going to say you’re the best, you’re going to win, you’re going to enjoy fighting for the win.

The camera focuses in on Lady Hawke typing into her laptop.

Lady Hawke via Synthesizer: Oh… I know. With the exception of Williams and Herrera, who might agree with me, the only thing I can say is I’ll enjoy admiring all your physical prowess! Just keep your eyes on winning and don’t be sidetracked boys. You might believe I’m just a woman trying to be a wrestler. You’d be wrong. I’m a wrestler who happens to be female. If you doubt me, you’ll be the one pinned to the mat… several times. Perhaps enough times you won’t make it past the first round of the tourney. Be on guard fellas or you’ll find yourselves prey of a Hawke.

[Soutter]

Scene opens up at the Galleria Ice Skating Center in Dallas Texas, skating backwards are The Rolls Royce, Jonathon Richards and The New Sensation, Nathan Slater. The team of High Maintenance. Despite the cold of the skating rink, they are both wearing sleeveless silk shirts open at the front, oiled up to the max showing off there granite like bodies.

They speed backwards around the ring then both spin around in stereo, skidding and sending a huge spray of ice towards the camera.

Jonathon Richards : So. Here we are TKOW land. Dallas Texas, preparing for the big Six Shooter Ironman Challenge.

Nathan Slater mocks pulling two six shooters out of his imaginary holster.

Nathan Slater : What a bunch of drama queens. These TKOW fruit cakes can babble on with the best of them.

Jonathon Richards : Did you know Nath, that there is a chick in this thing with us. A_girl. I mean, come on. Look at me toots! Take a good look!

Richards flexes, he is the embodiment of Adonis, Adonis plus two gallons of baby oil.

Jonathon Richards : Just what in the hell do you think you are going to do to_me! You make some half assed speech about how your not just a woman, but a wrestler. Who happens to be female. That crap dont slide with us. You are female, thats it. No woman on this planet can beat me. No man either for that matter. You best go back to admiring these bodies.

A double pose.

Nathan Slater : Check it bitch. You wanna act like a man and get in the ring with us, we'll treat you like one. We have no problem showing you the Silver Lining, or just beating the suitcase outta ya for that matter.

Jonathon Richards : Forget that mole. She'll be on her back before the night is out, probably on several occasions, even though she wont be making the cut for the Six Shooter.

Nathan Slater : Hows this sound babe, you fix the both of us up, before the show ... you know. Tag team style, and we promise not to hurt you toooooo bad in the ring.

Slater winks to the camera.

Fergie voice over is heard from Glamorous ; "First Class"

Jonathon Richards : One person i hope we get our hands on is Eric Herrera. That fool Tyler Hollywood goes on and on about this goof like he is some sort of god or something .... what a joke ... i wonder what he is doing for that publicity. If either of us are lucky enough to get a prelim match with him, he is going to get a good hard lesson in what can happen in that ring. That jib is a perennial no show'er.

Nathan Slater : Needs a shower as well, as does that Burden dude. Man, clean yourself up, whatever happened before, it cant be that bad. Show some pride in yourself.

Jonathan Richards : Whatever Mingla and Carpenter have done to you, it will be nothing compared to what you are in for facing of against High Maintenance. Annihilation, thats whats in your future you cross our path.

Nathan Slater : Crazy, filthy mongrel. They better make him wash before he gets in the ring with us. We wont be able to get the stench off for a week!

Shot switches to both members of High Maintenance standing on top of a bike dirt ramp. Voice over of Everlast ; "Put you in the Dirt!"

Jonathon Richards : Looks like we over estimated Mingla as well. Goof is still pining for the glory days of SWAT. SWAT's dead meat head. Do yourself a favor and get over it, comparing this joint to that, its like comparing Russell Crowe to Mr Bean. You want a singles match, go and make it happen.

Nathan Slater pulls a bullet out of his pocket and holds it up to the camera.

Nathan Slater : Next time you wanna play Russian Roulette, let us know. You are not the first person to contemplate suicide when faced with meeting us in the ring, and you sure as hell wont be the last.

Jonathon Richards : Who else is in this thing? We leave anything out?

Nathan Slater : What about that pinhead who kept going on and on and on about some joint called OMG.

Jonathon Richards : The guy we fast forwarded?

Nathan Slater : Yeah, thats him.

Jonathan Richards : Man, talk about long winded. Take a breathe pal ... better yet, dont. Do us all a favor.

Two honey's skate by in USA bikini's, dont you love the way a nice rack looks in them things. Dont you love the way a nice rak looks period. Its cold too here at the skate rink, so they look quite excited if you get my drift. Slater and Richards' heads both turn, watching them skate by.

Nathan Slater : I think we better wrap this up Johno.

Slater does the head nod towards the girls.

Jonathon Richards : They ain't going anywhere. I got something to say.

Isn't it funny how everyone in the whole fed seems to think that New Era is meant to secretly mean that it is their time. That they are going to magically turn around there miserable pathetic careers, and finally become someone. New Era will mark the changing of the guard here at TKOW, that i promise you right now. Just not for any of you numbskulls.

Separate, we are two of the greatest wrestlers on the planet today ....together_Unstoppable!

We are going to turn this place on its head. And bounce most of you on yours as well.

Shot switches to show Richards standing on a desert highway in Arizona, Jim Morrison from the Doors voice over ; "Killer on the road."

We are the most dangerous duo since Mickey and Mallory, and we have been unleashed upon the TKOW. Get out of the way, or get stomped on our way.

Scene fades with another double pose by High Maintenance, a nice bit of cleavage in the background as the bikini bunny's skate into the background

Edited by Soutter, 22 August 2007 - 02:55 AM.

[Onslaught]

The viewer is greeted by an indistinct hazy morass of colors. Hues run into each other with wreckless abandon. Defining lines are nonexistent, making the scene look like something out of a surrealist painting. After a moment, the shadowy figure of a man steps into view. He is nothing but a towering outline, eclipsing the colors behind him. A stark contrast to be sure. An opaque mass of pure menace.

The proverbial boogeyman.

Jace Mingla: It’s really quite astonishing just how much power one man can levy over his fellow man. Power can come in the form of a gun, whose explosive emission of death can terminate a life in mere seconds. Power can come in the form of words…hateful, spiteful words designed to tear ones soul apart. And sometimes, power can come in the form of simple manipulation of the environment. Like I’m doing right now.

Right now, I control what you see, and what you don’t. I have chosen to cloak myself in shadow, and obscure the image behind me. I’m instilling a sense of intrigue in you, and maybe even fear. Because if its one thing people fear, it’s that which they cannot truly see and know.

The words of my opponents have really gotten the old juices flowing, and because of them my mind has drifted to thoughts of power and control. As some may recall, I am a longstanding student of historical figures who have exerted their control over others. I have even done promos lauding the efforts of those such as Adolf Hitler and Roman Emperor Nero. I myself have established reigns of terror in two multi-million dollar wrestling corporations. So, suffice it to say, I’m not talking out my ass.

Power and control…. “these are a few of my favorite things…”

Jace drifts off into a sing-songy voice, which dissolves into a grim chuckle.

However, I’m not so wrapped up in my own egomania that I fail to realize this visual manipulation is actually a small measure of control. Ending my grip on you right now is as simple as shutting off your television. Yeah…I realize as far as control and power go I could and HAVE done better. But some people don’t seem to realize when they are, in fact powerless. They are so embroiled in their own deluded sense of self that they are blind to their impotence. And in TKOW, none are as blind to their impotence as Dark Schnitzel.

Yes, Dark Schnitzel, I’m actually devoting my opening statements to you. I’m sure that even YOU are amazed. But even better than that, I’m using you as a case study in powerlessness. Oh Schnitzel….you and your terrible….terrible words. You mocked my son. You implied that I should murder my own child because he is nothing more than a lame animal. I imagine you were expecting me to fly into a psychotic rage and, in a display of red faced agitation with venomous spittle flying from my mouth, declare how I would kill you, gut you, and hang you by your own entrails? Something like that, right?

In short, you sought to assume a small measure of power over me. You and your blatantly inflammatory talk were designed to put you in a position of pure calculated reason, and me in a state of wanton beastial fury. Some people might question why I am not rushing to defend my son right now. Why I’m not losing my mind with hatred, anger, and fear.

Well, Schnitzel, remember that whole impotence and powerlessness thing I was talking about. Well….hello there….

Coming from another mouth, such talk about my son would put me on the defensive. I realize that there are those with the means to do harm to my son. There are even people out there with the means to piss me off. You don’t have either of those means, Schnitzel. Why? Because you are an insignificant pissant. You HAVE no power over me or anyone else for that matter. You pose no threat to me, my plans, or my son. In fact, you haven’t even been remotely RELEVANT in the landscape of TKOW for god knows how long. Jesus Christ, do YOU even remember the last time you WON a match?!

Do you know what I heard coming out of our mouth when you were talking about putting my kid above your fireplace? All I heard was “Please, Jace…please get mad at me. Let me manipulate you into feuding with me, so that I can have a high profile feud that will, by the grace of god or the devil, put me in a position of power in TKOW.” In short, you wanted me to give you the rub and propel you to stardom. You were trying to manipulate me into wasting my time and energy fucking YOU up so you could say you had a feud with the great Jace Mingla.

I want you to sit there and think about how sad that is. And I want you to think about how badly you failed at that. Because I saw through you from word one. Fuck off you little cum stain.

The shadow spectre seems to relax a little, adjusting his position and folding his arms before him.

Jace: Now that that bit of unpleasantness is out of the way, there were some other people in this invitational who said some shit. A LOT of it was about me, but for the life of me I can’t bring myself to care. High Maintenance showed some semblance of intelligence when they considered me someone to be cautious of. They might have said other stuff but I pretty much zoned out after that. It gets kind of hard seeing “Smarmy irreverent rich guy gimmick” number 1, 407,000 after a while. So I’ll just cut to the chase by telling you two d-bags to just piss off now and go back to Hardcore World or whatever other long standing obnoxious shit hole you typically frequent.

Lady Hawke also chimed in doing her Stephen Hawking impression. For the record, I DIDN’T tear up the phone number you gave my son. Because even if I disagree with it, my son has the right to do what makes him happy, and if that means calling you and Matt’s sorry asses, so be it. You just better watch what you say to him. I’m watching your boy Matt real careful lately. Everybody knows he’s going over Phoenix’s tired ass tonight, and once that belt hits his waist I am taking that country bumpkin mother fucker apart. It’s just that it doesn’t have to be AS painful as it could be provided you don’t say something stupid to my son.

Now…time for the part of this little spiel I have truly been pining for. Initially I overlooked this invitational, because aside from the money there was nothing here for me. That’s changed.

Suddenly, the image comes into crystal clear focus. Jace is standing in Armani finery, arms crossed with his back to a massive image projected onto the wall. An image of Tobias Burden. It’s a still of him from his most recent promo. Hair riddled with grime, hands clutching the steel bars of a jail cell. Jace turns towards him and simply stares for an extended moment…engaging in a sort of bizarre moment of silence. Jace starts taking some furtive steps closer and closer to the massive display of the man he once counted as a son.

Jace: Yeah….things are a hell of a lot more interesting now…

Jace stops when his face is mere inches from Tobias’ image, almost as though he is trying to stare right into the depths of the immense eyes lording over him like a diety. Jace places his hands on the wall and leans still closer, scrutinizing.

Jace: Toby, you called me a tyrant. That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. You must have remembered how much I appreciate them…tyrants, I mean. It’s too bad you meant it as an insult.

God Tobias…you have no IDEA how invigorating this feels. You…my former son….are now the white to my black….or at least the vague shade of gray to my black….the rebellion, the RIOT, to my oppressive strangle hold. Hell, you even look the part of the riot you propose. Dirty, unkempt, hardscrabble. From the moment I witnessed your speech, I knew that it foretold the coming of something EPIC. It’s positively Shakesperian. The prodigal son…my former pride and joy…returns on a steed trailing fire and vengeance to slay the megalomaniacs that now hold sway over his homeland. Returning to slay his own father. It’s chilling. It’s beautiful. I love it.

I WELCOME your charge. I want every bit of your vengeance and anger because quite frankly, ours is a tale desperately in need of resolution. It still pains me that you don’t realize that back then, I did everything for you and Dave. What I did to Leona was FOR YOU! She tried to stab us in the back, and she was summarily dealt with.

Jace backs off a little, and a sadness of sorts begins to tug at his features.

Jace: Yet despite all of the terribleness that has transpired between us…a part of myself still cries out for you. I have a real son now…a flesh and blood offspring that is my EVERYTHING. But somehow…I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you back as well. I mean, I realize now that my alliance with you was just filling a void, fulfilling a need for the child that I lost years back. And now that I have Sam that void is filled. Damn it though! I still keep returning to the fascinating prospect of you and I allying once more. Going back to being a team of…what did you say….”sociopathic cocksuckers?” Heh…you did always have a way with words…

Tobias, I’m telling you, this revolution you are planning. It will only result in heartache. Because I can say without a shred of narcissism that you can’t beat me. I MADE you, Toby. I pulled you up and crafted you in my own image. I taught you and formed you from the primordial clay of my own will. NO ONE could win under those circumstances. I know you too well, because when it comes right down to it, you will always have ice chilling your heart…you will always have the memory of what I gave you…

…you’ll always have ME….

You are a part of me. Ergo, I have an immediate and undeniable advantage over you. Yes…yes…its all very poetic but when you break it down to cold, hard logistical FACT your chances of winning against me are nothing. I know you too well. We’re one in the same.

So, with that being said Tobias, I’m begging you. Come back to me. Stop lashing out at pretend villains. Stop it with these “knight in shining armor” delusions! Do what you know you need to do…

Jace spins towards the camera abruptly. He thrusts his hand out in a welcoming gesture.

Jace: …take my hand Tobias. TAKE IT! You have nothing to fear! I WILL not betray you….

…because I FORGIVE you….

Jace keeps his hand outstretched, a manic and expectant gleam in his eyes with the icon of Tobias Burden still gazing down at him. The scene slowly fades.

[Tobias Burden]

{Our scene opens up in a familiar location but our view is shaky, as though someone without experience is handling the camera. Off to the right side of the screen we see what appears to be two sets of human legs and a black leather couch, to the left we see a flatscreen television... or at least the bottom of it. The lighting for the room is soft but not so much so as to force the camera to focus on any one subject.}

Male voice: "So Tori, do you like what he left you?"

{The camera shakes for a moment then pans up to reveal the faces that belong with the two pairs of legs to be Tobias Burden and another person that iewers of TKOW (And SCW) television have not seen for a long long time, Azure Frost. Both wrestlers are clad in black suits, their faces are masks of stoicism but one cannot help but feel an air of sadness and oppression around them, there's an unlit cigarette hanging from the lips of Tobias and Azure's trademark eyepatch has instead been replaced with a veil that covers the left side of her face.}

{Both are the very image of mourning... alas to the late cameraman Dustin Cielisk whos funeral and will reading they got back from only very recently. Any tears that were to be shed had long since been shed, and any feelings of guilt or remembrance had already been admitted just hours before.}

Azure: "Yep... she likes it."

Tobias: "I remember Dustin used to tell me that you had some talent with camerawork... nice of him to leave that stuff to you."

{A moment of uncomfortable silence passes, with no one in the room really looking at anything in particular, as if even making eye contact would shatter their silent homage to a late friend... all of a sudden Tobias sighs, deeply, and with more than a hint of frustration and emotion, Azure gives him a quizzical look but Tobias doesn't even respond, instead steepling his finger against his chin, Tobias is now the image of clean cut when compared to the last time we saw him, his hair has grown longer, just enough to brush against his chin... but at least it's washed... as is his thinly trimmed beard.}

{Another long uncomfortable moment passes when Tobias again leans forward.}

Tobias: "I... I'm glad I got the chance to make amends with him... y'know... it sucks that he's gone, but at least I was given that chance... to make it up to him for how I treated him... and you guys too... right?"

{Azure nods while Tobias stares vacantly at his hands as though they held some sort of answer for him. The room goes back into a murky silence, a moment passes by when all of a sudden the piercing call of the telephone makes everyone jump unexpectedly, Azure turns to the side table in the room and looks at the caller display.}

Azure: "It's Dave..."

Tobias: "... put him on speaker."

{Azure presses a few buttons.}

Tobias: "... Dave?"

Dave: *Yeah it's me...*

{The voice of Tobias' old AVR tag team partner comes through the speakers loud and clear, Dave Havoc... the 'One Man War', and quite possibly Tobias Burden's best friend}

Tobias: "What's up man?"

Dave: *Just phoning to talk... I feel so shitty about not being able to get down there to attend man...*

Tobias: "I know, and it's not your fault... plane cancellations can't be helped. It was nice to know you tried... by the way, you have a laptop heading your way, I FedEx'd it earlier... he left it for you in his will..."

Dave: *The Compaq?*

Tobias: "The very same..."

Dave: *That was his pride and joy I thought he wanted to be buried with that...?*

{A smirk plasters Tobias' face upon that comment and Azure merely looks confused. The 'Riot' reaches into his pants pocket and retrieves a Zippo, he flicks it open and strikes it, flame spewing out the top, he ignites the smokein his lips and inhales the cancerous fumes with an addicted greediness. He holds it in for a moment before blowing out the smoke towards the ceiling fan above, which disperses the fumes quickly.}

Tobias: "He was going to apparently, but knowing how much you like dthe thing he figured you'd reincarnate him and kill him again. His only condition was that you not speak of the amount of porn he had on it..."

{We hear Dave laughing on the other end of the line, even the normally solid Azure Frost cracks a smile at this comment, when the sound of Dave's laughter fades the room becomes dead silence once again, save the sound of Tobias taking another drag off of his cigarette.}

Dave: *I don't mean to talk shop at a time like this Toby... but... you've got some other problems coming up...*

{The momentarily jovial mood in the room goes gloomy again.}

Dave: *I was watching the recap TKOW show last night and... well...*

Tobias: "I know... I watched them... all of 'em... "

Dave: *Then you know about Jace...?*

{Another moment of silence is passed between everyone in the room.}

Dave: *We knew the man was unstable back in the day Tobias... now he's completely fucking lost it...*

Tobias: "I know..."

Dave: *... He wants you back on his side... maybe you'll get lucky and someone else will take him ou-*

Tobias: "Oh come on Havoc, you know for a fact that's a bunk statment, because as twisted as he is, as much of a sick psychotic fuck he is, I can almost guarentee it's coming down to me and him, just ME versus HIM. Not one person in this tourney is fit to beat either one of us but each other, come on, you watched all of those promos right?!"

{The room is silent from the explosive outburst for a moment.}

Dave: *Yeah I told you I watched all the promos, but underestimating people is what let somebody like Rotten Treats defeat years ago..."

Tobias: "Do I look like the same fucking person I was back then? Huh? Half the fucking nimrods in this thing didn't even have the balls to respond, lok at Carpenter, I told that Mickey Mouse motherfucker I was going to kill him when I saw him and even though the guy is clean out of his mind he hasn't said a fucking word! Gafet, Hererra, Williams... all three of these people had NOTHING to say in the face of people who more than outclass them, but would more likely cripple them inside a wrestling ring."

Azure: "And Eligoor?"

Tobias: "Jesus, I complained of people not talking whatsoever... but what about those who speak a lot but SAY nothing, that guy had to be the most longwinded son of a bitch since Pender, and even then Pender would at least mention names and feds that people even USED to give a shit about. Eligoor, the last what... TWENTY or so words of your damned promo actually had some semblance of making a threat to the people within this federation. The White Wolf should have followed Herrerra's suit and kept his fucking mouth shut until he at least had something to say... who else? Schnitzel? Ah fuck this guy's too damn busy worrying about how he's going to lose his only friend in the world to Mingla he won't know what happened until the remnants of his life flash before his eyes, the guy's strange, to be sure, but then again the wackos I meet at the mall that claim Elvis is still alive are strange to... and I'm more than confident I could throw them on their heads, what the hell makes DS think he's so different? Ah, that's right he's tall and thinks he's food..."

{Tobias takes the cigarette out of his mouth and smashes it into the ashtray, while Azure gets the ghost of a smile on her lips...}

Dave: *... High Maintenance?*

Tobias: "Oh these guys are real prizes, two roided up narssistic, for-no-real-explanation wealthy jackoffs who appear to be so shelterred to the wrestling world that I bet they don't know about the Hard-Hitting style of Puroresu, the stiff style of American Strong-Style, hell, I doubt this guileless fucks even know the term 'Stiff', these are he type of blatant ignoramuses that probably believe TH Power will care if a forcefeed them my size twelves and shatter their vertabrae. They think TKOW is a place where only the big muscular non-charismatic pretty boy knockoffs can succeed... they are in for a rude awakening, the booker doesn't decide shit, you go into every match and hit your hardest and throw people right on their fucking melons, you throw caution to the wind and you never, EVER expect someone to go lightly on you. These jokers shoulda remembered the number one rule when deep down you know somebody's probably going to beat you - And Lady Hawke's promo can attest to this - keep them short and sweet, incase somebody like me decides to cram them back through your lungs later..."

{Dave can be heard snickering on the other side of the line, and Azure has covered the smile on her lips with her right hand, Tobias notices this and stops mis-rant}

Tobias: "The fuck's so funny?"

Azure: "Remember in your last promo how you thought narrowing out everybody and explaining why you're going to beat them was lame?"

Tobias: "Yeah...?"

Dave: *Well you just did it...*

Azure: "And Tori recorded the whole thing..."

{Dave resumes laughing once again while Tori's hand appears just to the left of the camera to give the 'Riot' a thumbs-up. Tobias' face flushes red and he stands up, walks over to the phone and cuts Dave off, prompting Azure to start actually chuckling. Tobias runs an embarrassed hand across his face until Azure's mirth runs out...}

Tobias: "Well... Dustin probably woulda done the same thing to me..."

{A moment of silence passes until...}

Azure: "... what about Jace Mingla."

Tobias: "... Well..."

{Tobias turns to face the camera head on as it zooms in.}

Tobias: "Jace... you've forgiven me... you claim you can beat me... you even claim you created the man I am today. Truth is, and I've thought about these facts over the past whiles injuries a LOT, is that you never created shit. I've said it before, I got back into wrestling AFTER denying you all those years ago, you claim the wrong you did to Leona was to do right by us - Dave and I - you claim that the only reason we ever got into TKOW was because of your influence."

{An angry smirk covers the 'Riot's face.}

Tobias: "You are a delusional fuck-up Jace... because the only help that Havoc and I ever got in TKOW or SCW came in the form of the stoic lady you raped after Megabowl IV. The one you ran off. The woman you most likely shattered into a thousand pieces, SHE took care of our contracts, SHE got us opportunities and SHE actually gave a shit about us personally. You're taking credit for all she gave us when all you did was lead Havoc and I - however deluded we were back then - into a failed campaign against Section 8. She gave us everything and you did everything to her short of cut her fucking heart out!?! Then you bring in Madison, a royal fuckup like you in her own right and everything fell apart, you deluded fuck, everything fell apart when you thought you could go it alone. Christ, I wonder what your bright eyed baby boy might think if he found out you forced your three inches into a woman who did everything short of donate organs to us to make sure we succeeded. Think you'd have had to worry about your son if Leona Nguyen were still carrying your dumb ass all over the fucking place? That boy would be as healthy as he is now if not better and I can just about guaren-goddamn-tee you wouldn't have jackshit to worry about money wise."

"But your downward spiral doesn't end there Jace, because you believe you can kill what you 'created', do the powers that be think they can stop an atom bomb? You can't contain me Jace, because I won't just beat you come New Era, I will leave you a broken man, not only will you know that you are mortal, but you shall also have the shame, FINALLY, to tell your son what a fuck up you are and that, much like what Dave and I were to you back in the day, you're only a sponge for human afection and contact, think he'll still look upon you with loving eyes when he truly sees what a sick bastard you are? Hell, I can be honest and say that without constraints you are a truly terrifying human being and that I am appropriatelt scared to face you... but with the amount of rage that fuels me, Mingla, you should also know to be truly horrified at the prospect of facing me, because I won't beat you... I will fucking kill you."

{Tobias turns away from the camera and starts to walk away, leaving Azure with a morose look on her face at the previous comments}

Tobias: "And Jace... I'd rather remain unforgiven... because you certainly are..."

{Fade to Black}

[Dark Schnitzel]

*The TKOW logo appears on screen as another audio recording begins.*

Dark Schnitzel: What happened to you Mingla? In your first promo, you were like the funny version of Adrian Tanner, but now you're solemn. That saddens me; really, you can hear it in my voice. I have neither control nor power over? Funny you should say when you spent your entire opening speech talking about how I'm an insignificant little shit, and that you're unfazed by my "Verbal Assault". You know what is saying one thing and doing another? When your mind and your mouth don't cooperate? That is what is happening to you right now. My words forced a reaction out of you, regardless of the type. More appropriately, my virtuous words raped your mind, and squeezed it until something came out. You may say that it did nothing to you, that you did not respond with anger, or rage, which means that I "failed at what I wanted to accomplish". The mere fact that you dedicated your time to acknowledge me, to verbally abuse me, shows that you were affected by what I said. You caught fire of my flaming words. You had to reply, you had to reply because I attacked your son, as you would have to anyone who did the same. So as long as you have your son alive, like it or not, anyone can have control over you. Anyone can control what you say and what you do, like a puppet.

And I would gladly exploit that, if I wanted to. But alas, I don't.
I don't want to have control over you, meaningless waste of space, as I would not benefit from it. You accuse me of wanting to use you as a stepping stone to stardom.
That's ludicrous, feuding with you would only lead me down and down until I fall head first into a pile of shit. Now why would I want to do that? Feuding with you will lead me to nowhere, as you are nothing. It's the equivalent of wanting to fight air in order to be the king of England. I wish not that. Apparently you've intentionally or unintentionally missed a very crucial part of my previous promo, which explained exactly what I want from you.

I wish to punish you. I wish to punish you for meddling in my affairs. I wish to punish you for attempting to strike an alliance with my acquaintance, Bob Lancelot. That is what I want, and that is what's going to happen, and once I'm done with that, I have no need for you. Not too overly complicated. Of course, you couldn't figure that out. Or you passed on it, so it can look like you've beaten me with your "clever" attack on my "hurtful" claims that included you son. You meddled in my affairs, therefore you must be taught a lesson. Isn't that simple? I thought it was simple, I mean, even that pea sized brat Avian could have figured that out. All you had to do is listen.

I wouldn't worry much about how relevant I have been to the TKOW landscape, rather than how much are you relevant to me, and so far you have excelled in that.
I have plans, and unless they are disrupted, they take their designated course. I don't have to appear on the screen in order to have my presence felt. My plans have struck the roots of this organization, and have become one with it. Every time you step out of those curtains, you are infused into my grand scheme, and serve your role.

Like I said before, I am a manic with no hands. Although I have the mind to conceive thoughts and plans, I do not have the hands to enforce my decisions. I have fared quite well until now, but for you Mingla, I will go out of my way. I will climb up the highest highs and down the lowest lows. I will search every square inch, until I shall find a pair of hands. They don't have to be in mint condition, I can do well with regular ones, or even poor ones. I will use these hands to enforce what I have decided to do to you.

I will punish you.

I will hurt you.

* A slight pause.*

Schnitzel: Oh, and Jace, in case you didn't realize it yet, I meant everything I said about your son. I yearn for your son's death. It is the one thing I think about before I close my eyes and the only thing I see when I dream. He is too heavy a weight on this already weary and weak world. A weight you have brought upon it and that you must undo, before it is too late. Before the world falls, you must destroy it. Destroy it, and you shall restore the smile on the faces of everyone who populates this planet, as you have done them great justice. You shall redeem yourself and be remembered through the generations as a great and noble man. All that is but a step away…

Moving on, hrmm… do you know what's more pathetic to address every individual in a multi-man match like this one, and spend valuable minutes telling them how great you are and how they suck so hard they accidentally swallowed their own mother? Acknowledging it and mocking it, before doing so yourself.

Tobias Burden, you're quite the riot! Didn't you tease that you were going to blow yourself up the last time you were seen? I am not quite fond of people that threaten to blow themselves up and don't go through with it. You could have done us all a great service. I am glad that I can get a reaction out of you Burden; it's very flattering to know that you still think about me from time to time. If you really think that winning this thing will be the big comeback for you after all the "suffering" you've had to endure, entertain yourself with that thought some more. That doesn't matter to me.
What does matter to me, however, is a thing you said. You said that you're going to beat the living daylights out of us, but it nothing personal and you don't hate us. What kind of nonsense is that? You're going to pummel us, beat us down, tear us to shreds, make us suffer until we cannot stand on our two feet, and it's nothing personal? It has everything to do with hate. You have every reason to beat down the man who opposes you in the ring. He is an obstacle, standing between you and your goal, that is enough to hate him. He must serve as a vessel for your anger, as you pummel him with fists filled with venomous odium, and the only that passes through your mind is a strong craving for his demise. A riot is a thing filled with hatred. You fight any man who is in front of you, regardless of face and name, and beat him down mercilessly, so he doesn't do the same to you. You must truly hate the man you're fighting, when you don't really know who he is, in order to survive. Until you don't comprehend this, you cannot be who you claim to be.

Burden, if you face me before I face Mingla, beware, as I will exercise all of my animosity onto you. If you happen to face me after I teach Mingla his lesson, it shall be your lucky day, as I won't stand in your way. This goes to all of you.

P.S: High Maintenance, talking trash about the only one who was smart enough to know that her words aren't really worth this match, only shows that you have that you use your brain to wipe your asses.

*The recording ends.*

[Onslaught]

OOC: I originally wasn't going to do a third, but opted to to add some good old fashioned storyline intrigue. It ain't much, but here it is...


Fade in. Another scene bathed in darkness. A large man, stripped to the waist sits in a seat in a stark room. His shoulders are slumped and his eyes cast downward. Another figure, clad in a bizarre long black coat stands beside him. His head is bald, and his beard drops down into a sharp point. Even in darkness his eyes sparkle with an obscene wisdom. Around his neck, a pentagram dangles on a chain.

Jace: Anton....guide me....

The man Jace has come to know as Anton Lavey remains stoic. Anton Lavey...a name infamous in occult circles. The man who gave birth to the modern Church of Satan. The propegator of the Left Hand Path. And a strict adherent of callous individualist thought adhered to by thousands of ammoral free thinkers who have chosen to reject traditional church dogma.

The man who supposedly died nearly 10 years ago. And now, Jace Mingla's source of "spiritual" strength.

Anton: You have forgotten two of my most basic of creeds.

Jace: ...guide me....

Anton: The devil represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit. The devil represents kindness to those who deserve it, instead of love wasted on ingrates. Are these creeds not FACT?

Jace: I know they are.

Anton: And yet you persist in wasting your time with this Tobias Burden. You continue to deceive yourself into believing some facet of your life still yearns for him. You show kindness towards him when he fails to realize you were the genesis of his success. Not Leona. YOU. YOU handpicked HIM out of SCW. He is a psychological and emotional leech. You deserve better, and Sam certainly deserves better.

Jace: Sam...?

Anton: Yes, Sam. Why seek an artificial offspring in addition to the child you already dedicate your life to? Sam deserves your attentions. He accepts you despite your heinous actions and has only love to give. Tobias Burden is an ungrateful wretch. Is what I say untrue? If it is, please tell me now and I will desist.

Silence passes between them. Anton hovers over his protege like a spectre of death. Jace raises his head and looks at Anton.

Jace: You're right. Its over. My connection with that piece of my past....its over...

Anton: You represent the very ideals of the Left Hand Path, Jace. You are above all conventional morality. You deserve better. And, if what you said earlier is any indication, you have already FOUND better.

Jace's wolfish grin penetrates the darkness.

Jace: I have found better. Twice....

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Upstairs, an angel lays sleeping.

A young boy, knocking at the door of his fifteenth birthday. His window is open and a gust of wind invites itself in. Sam pulls his blankets around himself, cocooning himself in their comforting embrace. And yet, the chill doesn't cease.

The devil graces the boy's ravaged scalp with his fingertips.

His is a future in flux...and likely without a father....

[Dark Schnitzel]

*The TKOW logo appears on screen as yet another recording begins. This time, the recording doesn't start with Schnitzel voice, but with the sound of something falling down and landing harshly on a surface. The thing is then hastily picked up and Schnitzel begins to speak.*

Dark Schnitzel: Gee whiz, Mingla, I'm gob smacked. Was that devil supposed to be… me? Was it I who graced your child with my presence? The thought of it enthralls me so that I dropped my machine that I employ to record my words, without noticing.
Oh Mingla, you humble me…

*A slight pause.*

Schnitzel: Now that I think of it, I would have done much more than caress your son's empty head. It is not me then, it is you who must be the devil to your own son.
I often wonder what it feels like to be you, Jason Mingla. I wonder what it feels like to have someone who cares about you, the only one you have. To have someone who cares about what you do, what you say, think and feel. To have someone who supports you and gives you unconditioned love and human warmth. In addition, I wonder what it'll feel like if one day, you enter his chamber at night, and decide to smother him with his own pillow. To watch him fight you valiantly but in vain, as you are considerably stronger than him. To watch his life escape from under the pillow. To hear his breath rapidly decline, like a rhythm, and to savor any moment that this mighty sound can be heard, until it is heard no more. Moreover, I wonder how it will feel like when the realization that he is no longer slowly sinks in. To feel unmatched sadness, as feeling of guilt eats its way through you. To feel like you are going to collapse at any moment due to the overbearing despair as the tears that stream down your face threaten to choke you. And then, just as you are about to collapse, you are uplifted by the utmost glee. No longer do you have to care for or to protect that nuisance, and you are freer than you ever were. You have elevated yourself, and thus you have elevated everything around you. Then, you hear thunderous choruses of applause, which tear down the room you are in. The heavens open up, you can see God himself! And, as you are ascend into heaven in the chariots of fire; God thanks you personally for taking out the trash…

I wonder that a lot lately.

*Another pause.*

Schnitzel: We will never be free again. We must be as free as we can, so we can remember what it feels like.

I want to read something to you Mingla, and I want you to find out for yourself what it means. Are you ready? I am going to read it now.

There was once a being,
On a planet that was worth seeing.
Each time one of his comrades passed away.
He shed a single tear, to everyone's dismay.
Just one, too little for some. One for each comrade.
If two perished, he would shed two.If five perished, he shed five.So forth and so forth.
A day came, when a great disaster befell the planet,
and everyone perished by the terrible granite.
All, except for the being,
who was successful in fleeing.
The being then sighed, sat down, and endlessly cried.
He wept in dread, until he himself was dead.
His death was grim,
and there were not more tears left for him.

*The recording ends.*

[Kid Styles]

Despite the actions portrayed in the first promo conducted by Avian, he felt that the words he spoke to his fellow peers/performers where slightly harsh and perhaps an explanation would be in order. Standing within the hallway of a middle school the camera opens up to Avian who has surrounding him various students who attend the school.

Wearing a blue short sleeve silk button up shirt, black cargo pants and white and blue Nike-Air shoes Avian shifts his attention to the Kid's that stand all around him and his lips curve upward to create a warm and gentle smile. He places his hands on the heads of two children who stand beside him, one on the left and one on the right.

His eyes shift to the camera, a calm and peaceful expression shown on his face, Avian parts his lips to allow himself access to speak to those that witness his promo piece.

"The last time you guys seen me, I was saying some disrespectful things about many wrestlers, including two top names in the TKOW Federation. I just want to send my apologies to all of those wrestlers whom I disrespected. I cannot tell you how disgusted I was when I watched the replay of the promo I conducted.

The only explanation I can give is that I was upset that day, upset that the Board of Education wants to close down this wonderful school you see before you. I discovered that news five minutes before I went on the air to give my thoughts about the show, so yeah you can probably figure out that I didn't have time to sit down and relax but I know that was no excuse for the way I behaved. I accept full responsibilities for my actions and once again I'm sorry. But these kids dont deserve to have their school closed down, do you realize that many of these kids will be separated from their friends, that's heart breaking to think about."

Avian removes his hands from the children's heads and turns to face the ones that stand behind him.

"I was about their age when I first joined the gang I was involved in. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Little did I know, soon after I joined several years of violence and crime were to follow."

He shifts his body back around to fully face the camera in front of him.

"Before the camera switched on I did a survey and asked these kids if they would ever subject themselves to a life of crime and each and everyone of them said no. I've also explained to them the consequences that both drugs and alcohol has and they've promised me that they would just say no."

His smile fades into more of a serious expression, Avian crosses his arms over his chest and takes a step forward toward the camera.

"New Era is right around the corner and I feel the need to say a few words about the match I'll be involved in. Now I'm not so sure what the outcome of the match will be or how well I'll do when I step into the ring against the other participants.

But I will say this, with the people, including these kids showing me support I feel that I can accomplish anything. It's actually not about titles or even about wins, it's about giving these fans a match that they'll talk about for a long time and not only that, I use each promo as a format to send my messages of positivity across to the younger viewers in hopes that they wont take the same road that I once did."

He pauses for a moment and wipes around his mouth to remove any possible saliva that may have spit out during his time talking.

"Bob Lancelot, Carpenter, Jace Mingula, Lady Hawke, Dark Schnitzel and all of the rest of you that are involved in this match, be alert because the underdog known as Avian might have a few tricks up his sleeves and end up surpising all of you at New Era. So keep your eyes open and stay alert at all times because you never know what may happen."

The smile which had once been plastered on Avian's face returns and increases in size as he kneel's down to near-height of the children around him, his eyes remain focused on the camera at all times.

"You know, I'm reminded of a song that a great Comedian, Andy Kaufman once sang and I think it would be awesome if these kids and I could sing it for you people at home because this world IS a friendly place. All you have to do is believe and ignore the negatives"

He looks back to the children

"Are you guys ready?"

The children nod and he returns his attention to the camera and parts his lips to begin singing.

"I just wanna say, until we meet again, Please remember;

In this friendly, friendly world,
With each day so full of joy.
Why should any heart be lonely?

In this friendly, friendly world,
With each night so full of dreams.
Why should any heart be afraid?

Yep, It's a friendly world. You know we should all treat each other like brothers and sisters. So everybody put your arm around the person sitting next to you and sway back and forth in rhythm to the song. Even if you don't like the person sitting next to you"

Avian places his arms around the children next to him and the kids around him place their arms around each other and everyone starts swaying from side to side.

"The world is such a wonderful place,
to wander through.
When you've got someone you love,
to wander along with you.

With the sky so full of stars,
And the river so full of song.
Every heart should be so thankful.

Thankful for this friendly, friendly world.

Thank you for this friendly world. My Name is Avian, and I'm coming to New Era."

He stands up, turns his back to the camera and walks down the hallway and toward the school building exit with the children following right behind him, Avian and the kids exit the school building and the scene fades out.

Edited by Avian, 25 August 2007 - 07:09 PM.