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  1. *The scene opens up in a undisclosed location in the backstage, and The Reapers are seen emerging from the shadows. They're dressed in thier ring gear, with thier respected Championships over their shoulders. Another person is also seen emerging from the shadows, along with them, wearing some dress clothes, standing next to them. Byker Bytch grins, as she begins to speak* CC: Here we stand, still the number one contenders. Even with the odds stacked against us, We will prevailed. Centre of Attention will try their hardest ...but at the end of the night, it simply won't be enough to pry the contendership out of our hands. *She laughs* No one is taking this number one spot away from us. Not anytime soon. Continue throwing all these challengers our way, and we will knock them down ...one by one. We plan on holding onto this contendership, until we get the Tag Team Championships in our possession ...which in the process, would make us double champion once more. Imagine us holding both the Singles and Tag Team Championships. That would truly solidify our status, as the best in the world. Anyways, I'm sure you're wondering who the guy that's standing next to me is. *She motions towards Cage, that's standing to her right* Allow me, to introduce you to Cage Eames, one of the newest members of The Reapers' farm clubs. *Cage nods his head* He's the message runner of the group, keeping the group up to date, and he'll be mostly accompanying us to our matches. To keep other people's noses out of our business, and ensure that the contendership remains in our grasp for a long, long time. Or long enough, for us to become the Tag Team Champions. *Byker Bytch pauses for a few seconds, adjusting the Lady Rose Championship over her shoulder before Darrick starts speaking* Darrick: Now then, the upcoming Madness is the Second episode. Wow, such a milestone! To be able to last this long! Truly outstanding. I hear that stars from the past might be making a appearance, and there's even a great main event ...where two unknown teams with have a Trios Match! It's too bad nobody, really gives a damm about that match. The Dogs of War versus World Elite. Yawn!! I don't blame the fans, if they change the channel or take their leave during the match. I'm sure everyone is tuning for us, and our next contendership defense ...which is the true main event. We're the real draw here. We're the main event. Not those two boring teams. It's laughable, to think that someone who has been getting numerous Championship matches, gets a Main Event match before we get a shot at the Tag Team Championships. It's just another example of management showing pity on those teams. They should just give up on them, and quit giving them handouts. They are never going to be a Champions. They've had numerous opportunities to become Champion, but have failed every time. They're nothing more than a failure. A joke. Neither one are fit to be Trios Champions. Have they done anything, memorable during their time this promotion? The only thing, I can remember is them losing everyone in a Tag Team match ...a Tag Team match. Losing to some joke, in every Tag Team match. Let that sink in. They sure are a great Champions, else where ...not here. *He shakes his head* All they've done, is lowering the prestige of the Tag Team, and Trios Championships. Making it almost worthless, to be honest. That's why the Tag Team Championship is better off in our hands. We will make the Championship, relevant again. We will raise the prestige of the Championships, and make what it's supposed to be ...the TOP Championships in this company, because right now ...we have the top Championships in this company. No, not the Death Match or TV Championships. That's right, I said it. At this time, the Underground and Lady Rose Championships are more prestigious than the Triple Crown Championship. Since that's the case, then we're the top Champions in this company. If Bram wants to dispute that fact, then put your Championship up against me ...if you manage to beat Rob Riot through some miracle, or whatever. That is, in the meantime ...I'll be watching that Main Event, and if need be ...The Reapers will make their presence felt. One way or another, that Championship is going to be around my waist, even if I have to leave a path of destruction in my wake. *A slight smirk appears on his face, pausing again for a couple of seconds then Byker Bytch speaks again* CC: After we successfully defended our contendership on Ward, it seems we have to defend it once again. Who is our opponents this time? Well, they are someone we defeated before ...involving a hotshot, who's flame is quickly burning out. Centre of Attention. Current contenders for the Champions. Apparently, the reason why they're receiving another shot at the Tag Team Championships ...is because they didn't get pinned in the match ...so "technically", we didn't beat them. You can spin it however you want, but the record books show that we defeated you before. If you want to get beaten again, then so be it. We will beat you once again. Just know that after this, we're not handing out anymore shots at our contendership. If you want a shot, at our top spot ...then you're going have to earn it. Beat random schmucks, winning some random match to crown a true number one contender. Hades, even go through a match against our farm club ...but no more handouts, so this is your last shot. Don't worry though, you'll be seeing the light soon enough. When you open your eyes to this harsh reality, you'll see us standing over your bloody carcass, holding up the Tag Team Championship high in the air. Remember this night, the night where you were bested by the top Champions in Ikon Wrestling. The night, you fell to the reigning, and defending Ikon Champions ...and future Tag Team Champions, The Reapers!! *The smirk on Darrick's face widens, feeling confident ahead of The Reapers contendership defense. Both Darrick and Cage make their exit, the scene slowly fading to black once the two are out of sight* ~Part Two~ *Byker Bytch slowly walked into her personal gym. She is dressed in a black jacket, over her black long-sleeve shirt with the hoodie over her purple "Most Dominate Bytch" t-shirt. She stands behind a pulpit, inside The Reapers Gym with Darrick at her side. Behind the two halves of the current Tag Team top contenders are cracked walks. In front of the pulpit, is a group of men dressed in all black wearing Skull masks, known as The Reapers, MC. Cage and Vera are wearing unique masks, as they sit in chairs. Cage is dressed in a black short sleeved shirt, who's seated next to his sister. Byker Bytch speaks in a calm voice, from behind her mask down to the rest of the club* CC: Everyone wants to win a championship without training, and retain by technicality if they defend at all. I get so f*cking blindly upset, and I get so full of rage ...that I have to physically walk away from the location, or risk getting a charge on my criminal record. I don’t want to get too preachy about it, but I have to give some realism to it. IT DOESN'T F*CKING WORK!! Unbelievable, it doesn't f*cking work. I just got finished with training. Darrick and I have been training. Earning Championships stakes blood, sweat, and tears! Understand that shyte, and once you understand it ...you'll finally reach Championship nirvana. And honestly, life isn't about Championships ..it's about satisfying your inner thirst. I don't know, but don't fall for this nonsense! I hate getting preachy about this, I really f*cking do. And understand, I say that while understanding that my mindset is not helpful, if everyone has this mindset ...nothing will ever change, we will never rise to the moment. I guess, I'm just left standing here going "Will you prove me wrong?" I’ve been against the ropes, I’ve been against the walls. We’ll see if you’re anywhere near prepared enough to handle it. Cage: I can handle this. *The skull mask moves, as Darrick nods his head* Darrick: You can handle it, bro! Cage: This is our House!! Darrick: Reapers, MC on top!! *Cage gets out of his chair, and gets inside the ring through the ropes. Byker Bytch smirks, the two high five each other. Then cross their arms in sync. The camera zooms up on the t-shirts above their waist of their blue jeans. It reads "Pay Attention". Cage and Byker Bytch talk to the camera* Darrick: Cage FINALLY gets his much-deserved opportunity at training with us. WE ARE THE HUNT!! CC: YOU ARE THE HUNTED!! Everyone, it trying to steal our contendership. It’s taken us a week, to get over what you're trying to do! That we lost on some kind of technicality …A TECHNICALITY? REALLY? …no self-respecting champion would ever retain a Championship off a technicality …just like those sharks, that got a taste of your own blood that The Ghost Rider talked about. I'm getting a taste, for a Championship. It’s coming to me, whether you like it or not! It may not be next week …it may not be next month, but it’s coming. Ironically, you won’t see it, when it happens. Ikon’s management threw you into the hot water, and they must think you’re a lobster. You're going to be thrown, into the shark infested water of obscurity. If we don’t get those Tag Team Championships, we’re going to take them. I don't hope for wins, I expect it. We're gotta take yours. Ikon is our house, we’re not on the same level ...even if you’re on the same floor. I can’t invite you to our house, because you’re energy is too whack. Darrick: Being a Champion, means being the best. It means, being a standard bearer. Champions don't rest. Champions are always ready for the next challenge. The life of a Champion is one of struggle, and of welcoming that struggle. Cage: That’s true, that’s why we do what we do. Darrick: It’s only fitting, that we go out there and do what we do ....Hit the fucking music!! *Byker Bytch, darrick, and Cage leave the pulpit, before exiting The Reapers compound as the opening lyrics of ”This Life” by Curtis Stiger and The Forest Rangers plays over the compound's PA system. The members slowly get out of their chairs. Everyone heads towards the exit, as the scene fades to black*
  2. ~A video tape was sent into Ikon Wrestling management with a note saying “Play Me”. So, what did management do? They took the tape to the offices of Extreme Wrestling Empire, and put it into play~ *We open somewhere in the middle of nowhere, to find the newest signee to Ikon Wrestling. The British Brute pacing back and forth, as Ivan "Vanya" Levistkey tried to keep him calmed down. Rex seemed a bit more heated, than Ivan as a voiceover was heard* Ivan: It all started with Lance, and Jay Williams ... *Ivan paused, as Rex continued to pace. Ivan seemed to calm down a bit, as he continued to attempt to calm down Rex* Rex: Kaleb himself, once held the Titles ...as embarrassing, as that is!! *Rex was heard talking to himself! As the voice paused once more, as Declan McGinnis stepped into the view with a smile on his face* Declan: We’ve seen new champions crown constantly, from Daughters of Darkness, Darrick Kaine, Scotty Paine ...even greats like Centre of Attention, who became the AWS Tag Team Championships! But the titles might go over to DoD, soon enough. The World Elite, Aj Fare, Lindsey Flare, Amanda Macleod, and Agent Carter might bring them back to life again ...and when they do, the division will be alive again as The House of the Rising Sun, The Alliance, The Kaos Twins, or Sanctum all could became Tag Team Champions! Somewhere down the line, House of Paine holding those Titles has KILLED this division! That’s why these two men are coming to Madness...why they’re getting in on this match, that Ikon has for me. Now I understand, that there is probably a slim chance to none to take this match ...since the people running this place, have had their heads clear up the Tag Team Champions' ASSES!! But if there is a chance, that these two men do get those titles and end this garbage reign. The Ikon Wrestling fans are living in with DKM and his brother, or girlfriend ...or bott, or whatever they are to one another. It doesn’t matter, because on Tuesday night at Madness the world will witness the crowning of something new ...the rebirth of the Top Contenders Division, will happen this Tuesday night ...when the Top Ranks find a new home, with The British Brut! You have been a great competitor, within your own minds, but the truth is …you are half the reason this promotion has been trash for the past few months, but all that is about to change ...and it’s your own stupidity, for throwing out this challenge. *It wasn’t long, before Rex stepped towards the camera* Rex: Cut the shyte bloke, he knows what he's done with this f*cking division ...he just don’t give a shyte about what he’s doing. All he give a damn about, is that he live another day as a top contender ...but what he need to realize is, that what he’s doing is sending this division ...the same division, that Ivan and I have will dominate elsewhere since f*cking birth. But, never have we been given a chance to dominated the division in Ikon Wrestling. That will start soon enough boys, and girls! Eddie, your time at the top is over and I'm going to make damn sure ...that I do it! You see, when you look at my brother and me ...you're thinking, I'm just a Brit looking for the next buck. But, that isn’t the only thing I'm looking for. I'm looking at being, what I already know I am ...and that is, the BEST F*CKING WRESTLER IN THIS PROMOTION!! And guess what, Tuesday Night I'm going to make it happen. When I become the one that puts Havok down!! Ivan: He's not just going to rip that motherf*cking heart right out of your chest boy, he's going to rib that brain from your f*cking skull ...and when he takes those, he’ll also rip your little soul out too! So, I guess y’all can say it’s going to be two birds with one stone ...cause not only will he rip them vitals from your body. He's going to devastate you in the process, man! This Tuesday night, at Madness ...y’all have no idea, just who the hades he is boy. I promise you, when the night is over, you're going to KNOW ...just who the Hades, he is and that’s the future of Ikon Wrestling! *Ivan smirked, as Declan seemed to have been scolding him over the interruption of Rex, who shook his head. He stepped forward, cutting off Ivan once again, who only seemed more shocked at him. Ivan motioned for Declan to calm down, as Rex tilted his head to the side* Rex: See, you have been all over the wrestling world ...because you haven't had the competition around here. And let’s face it, we all know what you have been doing to keep that going as long as you have ...don’t worry though, your secrete with that member of the board ...is safe with us. All we want, is those Tag Team Championships. At Madness, I'm taken this damn thing and bringing it back here to the Allied Forces' Home! Spoiler Alert, motherf*ckers ...we about to make 2024 our f*cking year, and come Tuesday night? I don’t give a shyte who tries to step in my way ...I'm about to make sure, to make the my first madness of the New Year scream ...I'M BIGGRR THAN BIG BEN!! *Rex bobbed his head up and down, sending a scowl towards the camera, before quickly lighting up a cigar and exhaling the smoke into the camera. Ivan stepped forward his hands in prayer, as Rex and Declan stepped back behind Rex. A slight snicker crept across his face, before speaking* Ivan: Lady and Gentleman ...idiots, I hope you realize just what you’ve put yourself into by opening up this little invitation for this match on Tuesday ...I HOPE you enjoy the last days of your reign of terror over this division, because come Tuesday ...no matter if it’s one on one, two on two. Or even a dozen on one, this terror you have over the top contender's division will FINALLY come to an end! Not at the hands of anyone of those others that could enter into this thing, OH NO ...it ends at the hands of The British Brute! You might think, you’re doing good to this division, but you're not ...and we’ve sat back, and watched you BURY the contenders division into the damn ground ...a division, that was once run by some of the greatest in Ikon Wrestling. All starting with Bram Connan and that Mystery Freak, but to see how this company have allowed you to absolutely tarnish this division makes me sick ...it’s time for a change!! Rex: Damn right man, this division deserves better and on Tuesday night on a new episode of Madness ...where I usher in a new era for Madness, and the entire Ikon Wrestling Entertainment. Not just that though, I'm about to usher a new era into the top contenders division ...after whooping all them asses, I'll be leaving London with the Top Contenderships ...held high above my head! I hope, you're ready to walk around London with the shape of The British Brut's boot on your ass …'cause I'm about to whoop that ass, and take your Pride!! *Rex took a drag of his cigar, exhaling the smoke towards the camera once more before making his way out of the camera view. Declan let out a scream, looking wide-eyed and crazed into the camera, as he slowly backed out of the camera frame. Rex motioned for ivan to follow them, before turning his attention back towards the camera* Rex: See Eddie, the only reason you’re still within the top contenders ain’t only because they are protecting you ...it’s because, there were no others worth a shyte in Ikon Wrestling, but now you have the greatest in the UK in your face ...I will bleed for this division, I will sweat this division, and I will FIGHT to keep this damned division where it needs to be ...at the top of this industry! It’s time for me to add my name to the legacy of Ikon Wrestling, and in the process ...remove you from it! I’ll assure the fans of one thing, The British Brute WILL BE TELEVISED, AND IT WILL BE A BLOODBATH!! *Rex takes a moment to glare into the camera, before an evil smile crept across his face. Ivan, and him steps away from the camera, as the scene faded to black*
  3. {The scene opens to the sky, as the golden dawn breaks through the clouds on a cool breezy spring morning in White Hills, NJ. As the camera pans down, a blinding array of lights shine into the lenses. As the picture focuses, a huge barn-like building comes into focus and we see the brightly lit sign that reads 'Reapers Auto" just as a motorcycle pulls up out front. As the driver walks around to open the bay doors, the sounds of "Drink, Drank, Drunk" by Hellyeah can be heard from the radio inside the work-shop area. Off of the back of the bike steps newly signed EWE superstar, Byker Bytch sporting a sleek Diamond Cut leather jacket. She spots the camera and smiles, and breathes in the cool morning air, slowly exhaling} CC: Ahh, luxury road trips on a custom chopper, man ...what a life. As I'm making my way out west, I see this place like a beacon from a lighthouse in the middle of the perfect storm. "Reapers Auto!" Ha, you know I had to go and check this out. Sure, it looks like a barn on the outside, but being named after the greatest wrestling faction to ever lace up their boots ...Well, you know it's got to be something special. {Byker Bytch tips the sentinel and speaks to her inaudibly to the camera, where we can only assume she is giving directions to park her motorcycle and wait on the superstar. As the bike pulls off, Darrick motions for the camera to follow them as they heads to the entry of the work shop} Darrick: There is nothing like the thrill of winning a big hand of cards, staring at your opponents in the eyes as they try to figure your mentality out, "Is he bluffing?" "Should I fold?" And then the look of defeat, and disappointment in their eyes as I crush their dreams of fortune and take the pot. {Darrick enters the workshop, and immediately the employees there recognize him, as well as the close-by patrons. Sounds of cheers, screams, and complete adoration start sounding through the working area, almost to the point of drowning out the music, machines, and somehow the bright lights that feel the shop. Byker Bytch speaks again} CC: Wrestling is much like a game of chance. You’re waiting for your card, your dice, your ball to hit the winning side of things and you can either leave with the riches... or you can leave empty-handed. Make no mistake about it, I always leave with more than I came with. Asylum Wrestling Society is my next table. Will it be all in, or will I have to fold? What if this is the game that finally gets The Baddest Bytch in Professional Wrestling over …only time will tell. What is inevitable though, Is the AWS just landed a wild card. There are some talented stars in the organization, without a doubt, but they have never …EVER came across a star that shines as bright as me!! {Byker Bytch walks by a crowd of people that clearly recognize her and their excitement shines through their faces. She stops, pulls out a sharpie from her pocket, and begins signing hats, shirts, pictures, and whatever the fans can produce for her to sign. This time, Darrick speaks up} CC: Some people look at me and see arrogance …I can see how that would turn those few off. However, when I walk into a room EVERYONE takes notice. The millions of fans, The Mini Reapers if you will …those who know what I’m all about. That is what matters. Sure, they all just want the rub from my greatness …and that is okay. They freaking idolize me, man. I can lie, cheat, and steal my way into the hearts of all these folks and the cheers only get louder. {Byker Bytch finishes up her impromptu autograph session, puts the marker back in her pocket, and continues over to the mini-bar area where she orders a Jack and Coke Zero. She takes a drink, tips the bartender, and heads back across the shop floor. Where Darrick speaks again} Darrick: See, these are my people. They know I came from a small town, so it allows me to walk into any small-town USA and connect immediately. Sure I have the ten thousand dollar motorbike, but they still see me as one of them …a pillar of what you can become if you work hard in this life. I am successful. That is what I bring to the AWS. {Darrick has made his way to a poker table, pulls out a rolled-up stack of hundreds from his jacket, and exchanges them for chips. Byker Bytch speaks this time} CC: Like this game here, it looks like it may be all luck …all chance, that someone like me can take the house but don’t be fooled. I am The Baddest Bytch, and I am just that damn good. All of you that are waiting eagerly to see me in the AWS …well the chips are down my friend. All you have to do is tune in to Ward, and before you know it you will be looking at the Full Throttle from the Byker Bytch …that will make the rest of the locker room look like a graveyard. Now, deal me in chief … {The dealer accepts the ante from Darrick and deals him in on the hand. The entire Reapers club surrounds The Ghost Rider, hanging onto his every move and sound as the camera slowly fades out} ~Part Two~ {Scene begins during a commercial break for the hit last airing of Ward. It’s labeled "Good Behavior"} Voice-Over: Live, Monday Nights, Asylum Wrestling Society presents, MONDAY NIGHT WARD!! Catch all the exciting, action pack, over-the-top-rope excitement as your favorite superstars meet in the squared circle to see who … {The voice-over is interrupted and the television screen turns to static before fading into a smoke-hazed room. There are flashing lights, bells, and whistles sounding, and as the camera pans out we see that we are located in a casino. A waitress is taking drink orders from the little old couple playing the penny slot machines. A camera crew enters the workshop, filming a tall man in a black leather jacket, dark sunglasses, and a flaming bandana with a cigar smoke blowing in the air-conditioned breeze. The waitress stops taking the order, shocked, almost drops her serving tray, and runs over to where the handsome man is approaching. She recognizes him as Darrick Kaine} Waitress: Oh my God - Darrick! It's really you! Darrick: Sorry honey, no autographs, I am filming something important here. Waitress: No, Darrick it's me ...Stacy! {Darrick stares at the woman with a blank, almost quizzical look on his face} Waitress: Stacy Bottoms! Um, we dated! Freshman year?? {Darrick looks at the woman without an ounce of recognition on his face, then quickly flashes a smug grin, and Stacy smiles happily now that Darrick finally remembered} Darrick: Listen Kasey, when you are a star like myself, beautiful women like yourself are a dime a dozen. I can't remember every little one-night stand that wanted the rub from me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to tend to. Waitress: It's STACY, jerk! I thought, I meant something special to you!! {The poor waitress runs off, tears of embarrassment in her eyes as Darrick strolls on through the shop. He looks at the camera as he is walking with a pep in his step} Darrick: You see, I am the classic example of "The guys wanna-be me, and the girls wanna be with me" Ha ha!! {Darrick strolls through the shop towards the poker tables. He is now gathering a following of workshop patrons. Some recognize him as the local hero he is, others may have watched him perform in independent wrestling shows around the state, yet others are just intrigued by the camera crew in this small California town and want to be on a reality show. Darrick, now seated at a table, takes out a deck of cards from his coat pocket and begins shuffling them as he smiles into the camera} Darrick: Everyone is wanting to know what is next for me. Where do I hang my hat, and call home next? Well, it's simple when you are this talented, this gifted ...This damn good at what you do, and there is only one place that can match that level of domination. {Darrick flips over the first card, revealing an Ace of Spades. He smirks into the camera again, as he flips the second card. It’s a Jack of Diamonds. He pauses to blow a kiss at a young lady, who is fawning over every action of the superstar. Flipping the last card, it simply reads the letters "AWS." The members of the crowd, who understand what is happening let out a loud cheer} Darrick: Asylum Wrestling Society ...That's Right! The only destination for me, an icon in his own right. I am taking my talents to the AWS, and from this day forward everyone in that locker room should be on notice. When the chips are down, and all the bluffs have been called ...One man will stand victorious, One man will take the full pot, and One team will become legends ...And that is The Reapers! Now, drinks on me!! {The crowd of people erupts once more into loud cheers, as another waitress ventures over and starts taking drink orders. With a smile on his face, Darrick pulls out a black credit card to start a tab for what surely will be a wild party. As the camera pans out, the television screen becomes static again} CC's Voice: World Elite, it seems we're about to cross paths ...how unfortunate for you. Now, don't get me wrong. You seem to be a talented team, in the lower class for the tag-team ranks. But, sadly enough ...you're facing one of the better teams in AWS. You can run your mouth, and try to convince everyone how great you think you are ...but the facts are, two-minute promos don't cut it. And without a shadow of a doubt, Darrick or I could beat you by ourselves ...let alone, as a team! yes, I know ...you think, I'm just running my mouth. But again, facts are you've never beaten either one of us, unless we didn't show up ...In the end, you could save yourselves a beating by not showing up. Or, we'll just run you over on our way to facing the Tag-Team Champions!! Oh, and World Elite ...since you have others in your lil' Micky Mouse Club?? We have members that will be keeping an eye on them, for us.
  4. *Faction Name* Bums R Us *Faction Members* Mystic Cletus The Bum *Combined Weight* 480lbs *Alignment* Netrual *Theme Music* "Trashcan Jam" by Stopped *Entrance Description* TBA *Signature Moves* 1} No Lotoring Allowed: Superkick, fallowed up by a Spinning Leg-Sweep 2} Free Meal: Flapjack into a DDT *Finishing Moves* 1} Street Sweeper: Spinebuster, Neckbreaker Combination 2} Trash Compactor: Belly-To-Back Suplex, Diving Leg Drop Combination
  5. *We open in a Funeral Parlor in Providence, NY. Crowds of people turned out. From the close family of Former AWS General Manager, friends from all over the World, as well as familiar faces of the AWS roster. From the huge, intimidating figure of Bram Connan, flanked by his Alliance pals Ragnar and Hrothgar. The less imposing figure of AWS newcomer Mystic, who for the reason of taste has left his Cheeseburger Eating Championship at home. Former Hollywood icon Bret Stetson, who seems to be playing the "face" of the affair, schmoozing with friends and family. That seems like his kind of gig. Even the current AWS Champion has attended, despite his numerous differences in recent times with Kaleb. This isn't a time to feud. This is a time to grieve* *We cut to outside of the parlor. Hundreds of fans. Perhaps more, line the streets, dressed in black. Sure, Kaleb A. Steele may not have been the most popular guy on TV each week, but what he was is the guy that took a risk. He took every dollar he had, and decided he was going to revolutionize the Wrestling Business. He gave us Assault, and he gave those fans something to tune into each week. He gave everyone in that room, a job. We were entertained! The scene jumps back inside to the far end of the room. Bram Connan cuts a very solitary presence. Gone is the ego, the bravado and the toughness that unified The Celtic Beast last week. This is a shell of a man. A man that had to watch the closest thing he had to an ally in this business, fly through a windshield and take his last breath. These two had their ups and downs, but they came through it. They were stronger as a unit, and no matter what acts a man commits. No one should have to suffer a fate like that* CC: Hey baby. How are you holding up? *CC approaches from the entrance. She had held back behind Bram to greet some of Kaleb's family. They still had a great relationship, despite how Bram and CC split* Bram: It's just not fair ...One minute we were kings of the road. We were united in our goals, our relationship had never felt stronger, and we felt alive. The next minute ... *Bram loses his composure. Taking a second to regain his calm. For a man who just lost his brother, he sure is holding it together* CC: It's ok, baby. Let it out, this is a safe place to grieve. Bram: You know, in all of the years I have been a part of this business …this is the first time, in a long time …I have been able to consider anyone ...a friend. Kaleb was my friend. Yeah, I said it. We fought like Cat and Dog, but at the end of the day. When the blood had been shed, the sweat had dried into the mat and the lights were down ...We realized, how alike we were. We realized, that our strive to do what it took …is what made us bitter enemies, and better friends. You saw that, right? CC: Of course. It took a while, but I saw it. You two would have been a Hades of a team, you know? *Soon after, people started taking their seats. Bram returned to his seat, Ragnar sat next to Hrothgar. Scotty, DKM and Jigsaw sat together, and for just a moment. It all felt like nothing had happened. Not one single, solitary drop of bad blood flowed through that room. Rather than being people who were constantly at war with one another, everyone was at that moment United. Tears flowed as the service progressed. Songs were sang, and prayers were read. The minister gave a detailed biography, as best as he could gather from Kaleb's family of his life. From his rise to stardom in Indy Scene, to his injury. His personal life in taking over the family business and using it as collateral to open XAW. People laughed, people cried, people hugged* Priest: At this point in the service, I would like to invite anyone who would like to share to please do so. *A middle aged woman rises. She wipes her eyes delicately, as to not ruin her makeup before taking a deep breath and approaching the stand. She proceeded to read out a poem she felt would describe how Kaleb would feel about this whole affair* ”Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush. I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.” - Mary Elizabeth Frye *This was Bram's chance. The chance to tell everyone what Kaleb meant to him. But not one person in this room, no matter how united, would want to hear what he had to say. He was despised by every person in that room except for the man at rest* CC: Go on, you know you have a lot to say. You always do! *CC was blatantly trying to cheer Bram up. He smiled politely through the pain, the anguish and the hurt that he was feeling. He didn't move, he couldn't. It was taking every bit of self-control he had not to break into a million pieces* Bram: He was the only man in that locker room …I could trust, you know? I have no idea, who to turn to now ... *The priest drew things to a close. People started filtering out past Bram and CC. He noticed someone approaching him. Through the tears, he was trying so desperately to hold in. All he could make out was a black suit. Quite well fitting, but other than that, it was standard funeral attire. Bram drops his head slightly as to avoid being noticed, if possible. But it was too late, the man stops in front of him. Seconds seem to last forever, as if he is expecting Bram’s gaze to meet his. The man starts to speak, but the words are muffled. Bram is concentrating so hard. This whole day is going in such a blur, it all feels almost dream like* Spanky: Look man, I know (inaudible …) I know, I’m the last person (inaudible ...) but just know that, I’m thinking of you and CC. (inaudible...) honor. *Bram wants to speak. He wants to show this man, what taking this moment of his time means to him right now. He just can't. He stares at the other guy’s shoes, as he struggles with his emotions. After a few long seconds, the man walks awkwardly away* CC: That was awfully big of him, you know? After all you guys have been through ... Bram: Huh, what? Who was that guy? CC: Really? You didn't recognize “Spanky” Evens? Or were you too busy, staring a hole through the floor? Bram: I'm sorry. I'm just not in the right place, right now. My brother died last week, and rather than sit by his side and comfort him like I should have …I took off. I went to win a wrestling match. I don't care, what the prize is ...was that the right thing to do? Is that what a brother does? CC: Baby, look at me! You know Kaleb as well as I do. Assault was his baby, and you were his guy …his protege, if you will. Now this sounds like a cliché, but you took down many opponents …unifying the titles, and doing him proud. That's all he wanted from you! *The emotion overcomes Bram, as the last few guests filter out of the room. The priest escorts Kaleb's remaining family outside to start their grieving process. Bram and CC are alone now* Bram: Baby, I want you to wait outside for me. I have some things I want to say to my brother. *CC obliges. A quick peck on the cheek, and she is gone. Bram approaches the casket, which is still waiting. The casket is closed, as per family wishes. He rests one hand on the solid wooden top of the casket. It feels so heavy, so robust* Bram: Hey man, it's me. You know some of the last words you said to me were about how I was always the chosen one …and I never had to use you to "get in". The truth is, I didn't realize it until it was too late ...But I needed you, brother. Just not in the way, I first thought. When I went out to that ring, and brought home those titles...You were in my heart, You'll always be in my heart. Every match, every time that music echoes out over an arena, every time I get my hand raised in victory. That starts this week at Ward. I don't know whether you know it, but me and boys are working our way up to the straps. I promise you …I'm going to do all I can to bring those titles home, brother. I love you, man ...even if you will always be the uglier guy! *Bram takes a step back, pulling a black velvet bag out of his jacket. He opens it and pulls out the original AWS Underground Title, he had locked away. His tears splatter across the metallic plates, as he takes on more look before draping it across Kaleb's casket. Bram taps his hand on the top affectionately, before turning and walking away with the heaviest heart in the world, right now. He heads outside to the waiting CC. They embrace tightly, and Bram feels for at least one second, that the weight of the world is off him. CC's sweet embrace lessened his burden so much, he could cry. This lasted what felt like forever, until Bram saw Mystic out of the corner of his eye with a bottle of Premier Vodka in his hand, taking huge gulps from the bottle while talking to Kid Kaos. He notices Bram's laser glance, and tries to get Mystic to put it away* Bram: Really? Don't they teach f*cking boundaries in New York? He knows what happened to Kaleb, and what caused it! Have some f*cking respect, you prick! Mystic: What's up?! *CC surveys the scene. She knows Bram is about to unleash all his pent-up emotions on Mystic, even if it does result in a huge beatdown at the hands of the others* CC: Oh no, Mystic!! Come on, man! Put that away. This is not the time and a place! *Mystic laughs, turning his back to them. He really is a drunken bum. Kis Kaos looks uncomfortable* CC: You know what, baby? Forget it. All of that anger, that pain ...give it to them, come this weekend! You're beaten, bruised and right now, broken. You know, you don't win that fight. Let's go home, prepare for the weekend, and do it the right way. *Bram doesn't look convinced. He’s more annoyed, than anything* CC: Damion …do it for Kaleb, do it for your brother!! *The fire disappears from Bram's eyes. The waves of emotion come crashing down on him mentally again, and he almost collapses into CC. She steadies him, and guides him towards the black limo that was hired out for today. The door opens, they both hop in, and the driver moves away before this whole situation breaks down as the scene fades* ~Part Two~ *The scene reopens in the back of the limousine, where Bram is still trying to gather himself. Suddenly, he seems annoyed by the sight of the camera that climbed in behind CC and himself. His eyes become very focused, as he speaks* Bram: Kaito Ishikawa, you have the unlikely task of facing me. Now, accomplishments aside …I’m going to put this very simply, you’re in my way of what I want. Granted, you may have the skills to defeat many other wrestlers …but, don’t hold your breath on a victory over The Celtic Beast!! Your strong style just might help you in our match, but then again …you’ve never been hit by a guy my size. I mean, have you ever faced anyone that has as much or more training than yourself?? Have you ever been locked up in a submission so tight, that not even smelling salt could wake you up?? Or have you, ever grappled with a Black Belt before?? Nah, you can’t even match up to my Roman Greca skills!! This will be, more of a one-sided beating …then the last time AWS had the Underground Championship. Ishikawa, it’s simple really … “Tappu, Matawa Sunappu Bytchi”!!
  6. *We open in a holding cell. The location unknown. Sitting in there, is a disheveled looking Marria Santtini. No wrestling gear to be seen, as her possessions are currently in a locker somewhere in the station. Hades, she doesn't even have a phone. There are three or four burly looking chicks sitting around. Some of them look like they just must sleep off a hard night and others? Maybe a little more violent. One of the gurls, a mid-forties lady with a bald head. Who’s maybe 6'0" and around 250lbs at a guess is looking around the cell. She notices Marria, looks away and all of a sudden, her eyes dart back. She ponders whether she saw, who she thinks she saw before making her way over to sit near Marria. Now on one of the cold, hard wooden benches that are all that line the walls of this open fronted cell apart from a stainless steel toilet. Marria side-eyes her a little cautiously. Who is this gurl, and what's she after* Stranger: It's cool. No harm intended, hon. I noticed, that you look an awful lot like a wrestler my kid was watching the other night. Marria: Yeah it's me. The Black Rose, The Up, and Coming Vixen, at least for the immediate future. Right now, a fuckin’ jailbird ...sorry, my name is Marria Santtini. So, your kid likes wrestling, huh? Stranger: I’ll tell you, it's his life. He's always watching wrestling. Whether it's the big place in Greenwich, the other place in Nashville, or even some Japanese stuff. As well as, the small independent companies. They all have this alphabet soup style of naming themselves, and some don't even speak English, you dig? Marria: Yeah, I get it. It's everywhere nowadays. With them having access to internet, and what not. In my youth, if you wanted to study the arts, you had to VHS video-tape trades. I doubt, he even knows what a VHS tape is, right? *They share a laugh. The woman moves closer to Marria, so they're about two feet apart and relaxes. Marria seems to relax a little, when she realizes this chick indeed intends no harm* Stranger: By the way, the name’s Barb. Good to meet you, even in this kind of setting. Marria: So, it seems to be the question they ask on TV. What're you in for? Barb: Well, some guy owed my boss money and guess who's the muscle. Marria: Well, you're definitely the muscle Barb, I'll give you that! Barb: Damn right! So come on. What's a big-time celebrity like you, in here?? *The scene fades away to a wash out, and reopens on the streets* ~Two Hours Prior~ *We switch to a suburban street at night. It appears to be deserted, as these areas tend to be late on. No one around, the perfect little families are home from work, they've all eaten their TV meals and said "Goodnight John-Boy" as they retire to their nights. Another day of the rat race down and they are back up at ungodly hours to do it all over again tomorrow until they die. A dark van rolls up at the edge of the street as the shot switches from the setting to in the back of the van. Shown in the van are Marria and her Brother - Francco. They're dressed in black, and Marria seems to be pulling a hood over her head. It's unclear at this point, who is driving, or if Francco is pulling double duty* Francco: So that's the place, over there? You're sure, right? Marria: When have I ever done you wrong? Plus, with someone's blessing on this operation, I had access to the XWX’s personnel files. He "just happened" to leave around. This is the address, we have. Francco: Well, that's good enough for me. I said it last week, tonight Vera Eames will get what's coming to her and her fuckin’ family too. Christ, that name sucks. Did they get it off a trading card? *Marria slides the van door open, hops out and slides the door closed. It seems Francco was driving the van after all. As he goes to pull away, he taps on the window* Marria: Half an hour. That's all I need. Meet me at the place, we discussed earlier. Keep the engine running. Francco: Ok Sis, I love you. *With that, the window goes up and the van pulls away. Marria is left standing at the side of the road, with nothing but a black duffle bag. She quietly jogs across the street, to the door of the property they singled out. We are to assume this is Vera Eames home, yet it appears to be unoccupied with no lights on or signs of movement* Marria: Well Vera, you think getting involved in The Santtini Family business, is Ok? Well, see how you feel when I get involved in yours!! *Marria digs into her bag, and pulls out a small paper bag. Setting it down on the doorstep, and lighting it with a lighter. Are the contents of that bag, really what we think they are? The bag catches light quickly, and the air is filled with the familiar stench of flaming dog shyte* Marria: HAHAHA! Vera Eames, Feel The Burn!! *Marria heads around to the side of the house, being careful not to trip any proximity lights the security system may have. On reaching a window, she pulls out a marker. Doesn't seem long since, Marria was pulling this crap on her former, Lilith Maloi. On the window, she scrawls in big, black letters* "SEMTIRE IL BRUCIORE” *Then proceeding to write on the back door of the house* "SE NON PUOI VINCERE, PERCHE SEI QUI" Marria: Let's see if that sends her the message, huh? *Marria heads around to the front of the house, before spotting a dark gray Chrysler Crossfire parked in front of the garage. In a moment of pure inspiration, she sets to work on slicing the tires of the car and breaking off the windshield wipers before picking up her duffle bag and making off down the street. A pair of houselights seem to come on across the street* ~Moments Later~ *We cut to what is presumably the meeting spot. An abandoned car park around the back of the local 7-11 store. Marria is waiting anxiously, as rain is starting to fall. She has her hood off now. Marria’s hair is showing the marks often left from wearing a hat for the day. She hastily throws her clothes as well as any other items into the dumpster of the store. As she finishes dumping everything, she decides that now is the time to answer the call of nature. Mid-stream, she hears the approaching sound of tires on asphalt. Finishing up, and walking around the corner expecting to see her Brother, she is confronted with two flashing red and blue lights on top of a car belonging to the local law enforcement* ~Current Day~ Marria: Turns out, the local 7-11 don't take too kindly to people using the back of their store as a urinal. To the point, they had surveillance installed and caught me truly red handed. Barb: You mean, yellow handed? *Bard gives a big, hearty laugh, slapping an unsuspecting Marria on the back and almost knocking her off the bench. Though Marria is taken back, she appreciates the humor in the situation and how lucky she was that Public Urination is all she was caught for tonight* Barb: So do you think, you'll be out and good for your show-thing this week? My kid, says you got a match with a big named opponent. Marria: I'm fucking born ready! You heard "Big Named Opponent" speak? *Marria goes into an impression of Vera Eames with an almost comically stereotypical Irish accent* Marria: ”Back in old country, all man have time to do is make bed with wife and maybe goat. Then slaughter goat and drink Whiskey. If night not yet complete, drink more Whiskey and find another goat. Man get bored here in America. American dream not so fulfilling, so I make Hollywood on fire and yell "BRING ANOTHER GOAT!!" *Barb has seen Vera Eames in action with her strange antics, so she knows the reference. This seems hilarious to her. Full hunched over laughing, slapping her knee kind of funny* Marria: Is that to your liking, Barb? Been working on that for a while. Things you do when you're inside, eh? Barb: What about the Youtube comments? Got anything for that? Marria: Hmmm, I’m actually surprised she figured out how to do that. *Marria ponders for a moment, before putting on her best Vera Eames voice* Marria: Hey everyone, Vera Eames here an’ tonight I'm gonna show ya how us internet fans like to overreact. We cry about it on Twitter, an’ threaten to not watch companies products anymore …if they don't book what we want. Tonight, we review the nut case I took on last week, as well as the follow up …to why my brother ran like a bitch. *Barb doesn't look too impressed at this one* Barb: Yeah, I don't know him. Marria: Here's the secret, no one does. *Quickly after that, the cell door opens and an officer calls out for Marria. Francco had cleared the whole thing up, posted the bail. He wasn't carrying his wallet, and is here to take Marria home. He hands over her bag, with a smile* Marria: Hey Barb. How about we get a snap for your kid? You seem to be a decent, lady. Barb: For sure? Wow, thanks! *Barb hops over to the edge of the cell. The door is still open, and Marria pulls her WXW T-shirt out of her bag, as well as her phone. Snapping a quick selfie with Barb and the t-shirt, being careful not to include any bars from the cell. She gives Barb a pat on the back, before she goes to sit back down. Marria takes Barb's number and sends the picture to her* Marria: Before I go Barb, I might have a bit of work for you. You mind if I keep this number? Barb: Go ahead! My kid will love the fact I'm working with La Nera Rosa! *Marria sighs to herself and Francco chuckles, as they walk away from the cell and get out of the precinct. As they hop into a car, Marria throws her bag onto the back seat and hops in the front. This isn't the van that we saw earlier, rather another car that Francco must have gone back to pick up* Francco: All done? Marria: Yeah, Eames should receive the message pretty soon. What happened to the van? Francco: I got a guy to "dispose" of it. Let's say Mr. Eames, should also be receiving a message pretty soon! Marria: That’s Perfect!! Francco: Hey, have you decided on a stipulation for the match yet? Marria: I got a couple in mind, but maybe I'll leave the big reveal until Anarchy Is Asylum ... *The shot shows Marria and Francco driving away in a beat up car*
  7. *We open in some random gym, in New York. At this moment, we have no idea what city we are in. We can see Jesse James Jackson, also known as 3J with a camera waiting outside the gym* 3J: I was told, he came in about an hour ago. He should be heading ...oh here he is! *We see Bram Connan exiting the gym, wearing a “Celtic Beast” tank-top and a pair of black “Mjolnir” Hammer shorts. He has a gym bag hanging over his shoulder by the strap, and he spots 3J and just shakes his head in disbelief* Bram: Jesse James Jackson ….here's a face, I was hoping to never ever see again. 3J: Good to see you again too, Damion. Bram: Bram, please. Only friends call me, Damion …and you are not, my friend. *3J and Bram go way back, and it's never been friendly. You can see that, on their faces* Bram: Honestly, if AWS wants an interview, that bad …tell them to send, “Spanky” Evans or Laura Andersen next time. I'd much rather look at them, while answering stupid generic questions. Like ..."How do you feel, about your last match?" Right, James …was that your first question?? 3J: Well, N ...yes. Bram: Well, to answer that …since you can't even get the question out. Odin, how do you still have a job? To answer that, I don't feel anything James. I barely won; it happens. Time to move on and go to the next match. Speaking of, I hope you can be good for SOMETHING …who am I facing this week? 3J: Well, that was my next question … Bram: Of course it was, because you don't have an original bone in your body ...Anyways, go on. I'll let you pretend, you know how to do your job and ask aways. 3J: I wanted to get your thoughts, on your upcoming match this coming week on Ward? *Bram gives a mocking golf clap, and snickers to himself* Bram: Wow, that wasn’t half bad James. You even promoted the show name right …good job. Wait, who was it again? Fuckin’ A, who's in the match this time?? 3J: Cage Eames … *Bram laughs out loud, and slaps his leg* Bram: Eames, Really?? Someone was able to pry the needle out of his ass, and his face away from a mirror …long enough, to be in a match? Holy shyte!! Riddle me this James, how can a man call himself "The Greatest" …when he only shows up for work, once a month? 3J: I ...don't know, to be honest. Bram: Of course you don't, you don't know anything …unless it's written down on your que cards for you. I’ll tell you the answer, it’s a delusion. I mean sure, Eames is one hell of a guy. The dude, can get it done in the ring no doubt about that. When he shows up, that is. I mean, the guy works less than our congress men. Greatness, my ass! Whose next James, come on …snap to it, who's next?? 3J: Cage … Bram: Who, the F*ck Is That? 3J: Cage, he was just signed to the AWS. Bram: Never heard of him. So, he couldn’t have been that big of a free agent …not like when I signed. You know, the advertising revenue doubled …when I signed with the AWS, right James? I'm the reason, you are going to get a bonus this year …you do know that right? 3J: Uh ...thanks? Bram: You’re welcome. But let me stop, I'm aware of Cage, somewhat. I've seen him running his mouth on twitter, calling out us established vets …like, he's actually someone in this business. Quite honestly, I'd have figured Scotty Paine would have killed him backstage by now. But, seeing as he hasn’t …I guess, I'll have to do it this week in the ring. A swift Clawed To Death to the chin, should shut him up real quick. And if that doesn’t work, then I'll just have to put the child to sleep ...Next Question! Come on James, keep up!! 3J: Next, the other man in the match …Cage Eames. *Bram grins at this one, with a sly devilish grin. He thinks a few moments, before speaking* Bram: Cage Eames, you say? Oh Really? "The Wrestling Failure", "The Master Of Ten Holds" … Bram makes the air quotes, as he says the nicknames he’s given to his opponent* Bram: The chump, who thinks he can just step over me to get a title shot? Oh, this is going to be real fun. I'm going to have a blast, bashing this boy's face in. He really thinks, he deserves a title shot over me?? 3J: Well, I haven’t talked to him personally …but, yeah I guess that's what he's been saying. *Bram gives 3J a pissed off look, as he grumbles under his breath* Bram: Do you, think he deserves a title shot? 3J: I think ... Bram: That’s the problem James, we don't pay you to think …just to ask questions, that a toddler could handle. Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you! I'll answer the question, NO …no he does NOT, deserve a title shot. He may think, he's entitled to one …but, he'd be wrong. I get my match first! Cage better go look at the contract again, because I made sure there was a title match clause in there. I pay my lawyers a lot of money, to protect my best interests. But hey, if he thinks he is deserving of a shot …he can try to EARN it this week. IF ...and this is a huge if, James …almost as huge as, that ass you call a head. IF Cage can somehow beat ME ... in this match, then I'll tell you what. He can have the Title match before me. But if he loses, then he get goes to the back of the line. 3J: Well, I can't speak for him ... Bram: Of course you can’t James, no one would be dumb enough to let you speak for them …no one! I'm surprised AWS even gave you a job. Seriously. Send Spanky next time, at least he'd do this over drinks or dinner. You, on the other hand ... *Bram looks around, and scuffs before speaking again* Bram: I mean really? In the middle of the street, like you’re some TMZ paparazzi? You're a hack, James. If I ever see you in front of me with a mic, again …I'll shove it so far up your ass, your kids will have the Shure logo imprinted on their forehead!! *Bram storms off, as 3J sighs a breath of relief* 3J: That went better than expected ... *Before 3J can finish, Bram turned back around and slaps the mic out of 3J's hand. Bram shakes his head, as he speaks one last time* Bram: No one cares, about your extra commentary. And who uses Shure anyways? Sennheiser only, you fucking hack …it’s as simple as, Tap Or Snap Bytch!!
  8. ~:~Part One~:~ *We fade in on a small room that appears to be a viewing room of some sort. It’s quite dark and all that fits in the room is a table along the wall, a chair, and a monitor. It appears as if the cameraman is either standing in the doorway or the camera is placed on the wall. Sitting in front of the monitor in the chair is the AWS Veteran Bram Connan. He does not speak, but we do hear his voice over the image. There are times in our lives that we cannot get back. The last two years of my life are something that I cannot get back and I wouldn’t want them back if I could. Fans run up to me all the time and they ask me if I miss it. If I could go back, would I have not given it all up to work for ASW and leave the biz? They seem to think that my leaving was a bad thing for my life. The truth is the two-month break gave me something I could never have gotten had I still been touring the world, two years to watch my children grow* Bram: Now that I’m back, there are some things I wish I did, like train a little more, but I never got out of shape. Some of those people at home, that think because when they had kids …they gained all this weight that there is no way to stay in shape without working out 24/7. The truth is though, parenting …real parenting, is a hardcore workout. My boys are now eight and six years old, and chasing them around and playing ball with them …has been almost as good a workout, as I would have had on the road. *Bram pauses a moment, as he thinks. He then continues on* Bram: Am I saying, I am ready for the ring? Gods no, yet I am stepping back in it. Why? There’s only one reason why, I love it. I love it so much, that I can’t hold back and I’m a little nervous. Nervous, that if I don’t jump in feet first …I’ll never make it back. So here I am, just days away from my first match in over two months, and I’m watching a tape in a cold dark room. *Bram slowly turns his head away from the monitor, as whatever tape he was studying comes to an end and static overtakes the screen* Bram: When I put together my first promo in over two months, I may have been too open with you people. I may have let you all in on who I really am, and I have no problem with that. The problem I do have with it, is that you took what I said and didn’t see it for what it really was. I told you that I hadn’t yet had much time to research, and you took it as though I was too high and mighty to research you all …but that’s not what I meant at all. I got as big as I am, pardon me, as I used to be by knowing my competition. Those people you all have heard saying my name these past few weeks, before I showed up here …talk about me for a reason, and that’s because I am always prepared. *Bram pauses again, as he shakes his head in disbelief. He thought most didn’t understand him, but that wasn’t his worry at this time* Bram: For instance, I took a look at last week's shows, and one thing my past opponent did is, he lost. What that means to me is, that you want a taste of victory. So, I’ve been preparing all week to face you at your best, because that’s what I expect. I have also been critiquing you on your performances from last week and the past, and of course from your recent promos. *Bram smirks, as he thinks about the footage he just watched. Just like any other time, he wasn’t impressed* Bram: Cage, the one I was originally most worried about originally …has not shown me much recently. His in-ring performance last week was lackluster, but his will to win …failed. The problem is, you cannot always gamble on your will to win and your opponent to leave an opening for you like everyone got last week, and I just like this guy know that. So, I should expect him to be more focused going into our match, but I am not. He has yet to utter a word, and the way he looked last week …shows me that I was wrong. This guy may have once been someone, I should have been worried about. But now, he’s just appear to be an above-average wrestlers in a slump and his slump won’t end on the seventh. *Bram cracks a wide smile, as he sits there pondering this match-up* Bram: Then we have …well, Cage Eames. I’m not sure what you hoped to accomplish, standing in the middle of nowhere speaking to the air, and making predictions of our match …that are so vague, they could have been told to me on a psychic hotline. Nor, do I know what you were hoping to prove with your match last week, other than the fact that you aren’t very lucky. It seems to me, so far …that you’re hoping to gets by on pure luck, and says screw Giah-given talent. *Bram shakes his head, and lets out a deep sigh before continuing on to the last subject in this match* Bram: Then there is the definition of “I Suck” …the other person that is involved. You were a very busy boy last week. You not only showed how well trained you are in simple technique, when you couldn’t beat that clown. But you also showed your heart, as you stepped up to one of the most powerful men in America. For that, you have drawn my attention. No, not for your silly little Spiderman joke, but for your style and charisma. For someone who has all the makings of a B-List wrestler, you have something that the other men in this promotion don’t seem to have …at least not anymore. That is the heart to succeed. You’re dangerous, because of that. You are one small package away from shocking the world, and becoming a star in this federation ...but I will not be your gateway to fame. *Bram stands up, and starts moving around the small room. His once happy face has become stern, and focused* Bram: You may think there is nothing I can do to stop you, but I have been in this business for almost twenty years …and I have seen it all. I’ve seen guys like you rise to the top, and fall to the bottom. I have figured out a million different ways, to avoid ending up as the butt of someone’s joke. So, come the third …it might come down to blind move, interrupted three counts, and grievous bodily damage as you predicted, but the one thing I’m sure Cage …it’s going to come down to you and me, and who wants it more. *Bram turns away, and hits eject on the DVD player. Then pops in a new disc, as the camera fades to black* ~:~Part Two~:~ *We open up on the cocky grin of AWS’s returning star, Bram Connan. He is dressed in a crispy new “Celtic Beast” logo T-Shirt and a pair of jeans, with his gym bag draped over his shoulder. He tosses the gym bag aside, and stands with his arms crossed in front of the camera* Bram: Look at me, soon to be back to my winning ways again. Hard to believe, that after twenty years of a career and a two-month break ….that I can start again, as a winning veteran. It’s kind of crazy, and weird …but most importantly, it’s going to be great. It’s a great thing, to feel like I’m on top of the world with a win, even if it doesn’t last forever …it’s a feeling, that you could become a billionaire with if you could bottle it, and I don’t want it to end. *Bram pauses for a moment, before confidently speaking again* Bram: That will be tough though, because even though I am technically a veteran here in this great federation, my name still carries some weight and that weight apparently carried me straight to our first next episode of Ward. It is my understanding, that it’s not an everyday occurrence that “old guys” in this federation make the big show. Let alone. in a match with such implications as possibly a number-one contender match. So, I am honored to be included …Yes, I’m honored, and a little bit nervous. *Bram’s smile fades just a little, as he steps to the side and takes a seat on the bench next to him revealing a row of lockers behind him* Bram: I know those of you out there watching this, who know me …don’t believe it, but I am nervous. A couple months ago, was my first match in over two years. And now in my second return match …I am expected to put my body on the line in a match, versus Cage Eames. This isn’t quite what I expected, but I’ve never been one to back down from anything. I’ve always rolled with the punches, and this time …rolling with the punches, will be a little bit easier for me. *Bram‘s face curls with a devious smirk, due to dealing with The Eames Family several times before. He chuckles a bit, before speaking again* Bram: A few months ago, I was up against people …who were virtually unknown to me. People I had to spend hours researching …just so I would feel comfortable in the ring with. This time, research will be the least of my worries, as I have extensive background on this guy. This guy has been around me for most of the end of my career, and I have seen his career begin. Plus, I’ve seen him reach some of his highest points. Which isn’t much to brag about, to be honest. *Bram takes a short pause before digging in. He seems to think long, and hard before uttering his next words* Bram: Since I have been here, I haven’t seen and heard much about this guy. I probably know enough, that I could deal with him. But you never really know what someone like him is thinking. Just like Sammeal last week, it’s so hard to tell what is going on in someone’s mind. You come off like a man of good ethics, but there is really only one reason to cover your face in my opinion. And that is, to cover up what you truly are. I believe there is something dark about you, and you try to hide it with makeup and by pretending to be something you are not. A match like this, usually brings out the demon in people. I know it will bring out the cheating and backstabbing bastard in me …what will it bring out in you, Cage?? *Bram smirks, letting his words sink in. He knew this guy all too well. He finally stands up from the bench, and walks towards the weight-lifting area* Bram: This guy is kind of perplexing to me. He’s listed at forty-one years of age, a time in your life …when most people are hanging up their boots, yet here is a man just like myself in this federation. It makes it hard for me, to quite gauge what he is as a wrestler. And seeing as his list of accomplishments here is slimmer than a piece of paper …all I can assume is, that he must have some tricks up his sleeve if he is still performing at this level at that age. *Bram takes a seat on the bench-press, as he continues to speak* Bram: Almost the complete opposite of this guy, is myself. I have seen a huge amount of Cage’s work. I have seen him come up through the ranks in the past, and I have a list of his accomplishments here …and yet just like most of the wrestlers, I have no clue who he really are. That’s the question of the day, who is this guy? Is he, the men that fought through Loss after Loss …until he finally got an opportunity in the past? Is he the men, that worked until he couldn’t work anymore and won the very title I’m working towards …or trying to become the number one contender for? Or, is he the men that dropped the ball …every time, he was given the chance to escape the cellar of wrestling? Is he the man, that was rising to new heights in another company …only to crash back to the bottom? No one, not even he …seem to know, for sure. All I can say, is this …if history repeats itself, he will fall. *Bram leans back, and does a couple of reps. He pauses for a few seconds, and does another quick set of reps* Bram: Cage Eames? Not sure what to call you anymore, but I sure know where you and I stand …on bad terms. In the past, it was always you chasing after my shadow. You and your little friends, always trying to start fights with the big dogs in the company. Just hoping, some of what little talent you had would shine through in the fight. But it never seemed to work, did it. You stayed in my shadow and couldn’t fight your way out …until I was gone. Now here we meet again, and you’re the “known” wrestler this time. You’re the one, that has all the recognition here. I’d bet, you’re even thinking the tables have turned …and now, I’ll be the one chasing after you. But unlike you, when we’re in the same ring at Ward …I will shine and you will realize, you never even got out of my shadow. You couldn’t take over the top spot, when I was around and you won’t be able to slow me down from rising past you here either!! *The smile returns back to his face, as he stands up and looks deep into the camera as if he is now talking to someone specific* Bram: The real challenge of this match though, is the lackluster rules. There might as well not even be anyone else in this match. Just the two best wrestlers. It seems like, it was meant to be …that the two of us, meet quickly here in AWS. It might be the bookers, or maybe fate made it so. We’ve fought all over the globe, although you just got here the week before my last return …you hold an advantage, you’ve been here before. You know the layout of this ring, and that’s an advantage …that I really, can’t afford to give up to you. We’ve been through hell against each other, and know each other inside and out. We both started together and learned to be what we’ve become today, together. Not as friends, but as rivals and here we are again. The setting doesn’t seem to matter much, as it matters that it is me and you once again. Ladder, chairs, or whatever else gets thrown around in this match, it will not matter …because in the end, I can guarantee it will come down to only two of us fighting for the win. I can’t guarantee, that I will come out on top …but I can guarantee you this, you want to know who really wants to win this match …I do!! *Again, Bram pauses to let his words settle in. Now he’s really focused, his voice becomes more forceful* Bram: I don’t want this for the same reason you do, to build a foundation …but I want this. I want this, because it’s been far too long …since I have mattered in professional wrestling. It’s been far too long, since people have looked at me, and said there is a champion. It’s been far too long since, I have felt like I am the best, and even though it is supposed to be like being the best of the worst …I still want this. One more thing you can count on as well, if I do get this and I do move on to win that championship. No one, and I mean no one …will look at that belt, as the best of the worst again. They’ll just look at it, as the best of the best. That’s what I want from Cage, the only question left …is who is going to want it enough to win it!! *Bram turns, and begins to work out once more* Bram: Before this match though, I’m going to need to learn the layout. There’s no way, I’m giving you an advantage at all. It’s as simple as, Tap Or Snap Bytch!! *Bram’s last words trail off, as he exits the room and flags someone down presumably to give him a tour of sorts* Bram’s Voice: So, let me get this right? James E. NightWolf comes out of retirement, after managing one of the greatest factions in wrestling history …just to manage lonely mid-carder? My, my …what would Francco think? I mean, he was always your favorite after all …wasn’t he? Well, I guess after I’m done beating your client up …I’m going to have to give him a call, and let him know you bitched out and took Way less money to manage someone like Cage!!
  9. *Match One* Hunter Riot versus Dean Tyler
  10. *Match Two* ~Special Guest Referee: Mystic~ Cross Dresser Michelle versus Cletus the Bum
  11. *Match One* Xavier Pendragon versus Kaito Ishikawa
  12. Match Two Jenny Kay versus White Rabbit Demon
  13. *Match Three* Diamond Rose versus Hector Venegas
  14. *Match Four* ~Tag Team Match~ Gold Medal Crew versus The Pariah
  15. Match Five Bram Connan versus Cage Eames
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