Open Tourney Rp

[JABolich]

Was a point actually made?

(FADEIN: Whatever, just a white backdrop with CHRISTIAN SANDS sitting on a steel chair in front of it.)

Sands: ...Nice buns.

Smirk...

Sands: I'm still laughing at you, Troy. Here you are, still trying to be feisty... and here you are, forcing me to lower my expectations of you at every turn. What's wrong, Lindsay? Starting to get a bit annoyed? Good. You're cute when you're annoyed.

Alright then... I suppose I'll have to explain a few things to you... slowly, and in short, simple phrases.

I'm interested in the caliber of talent in A1E simply because the company a person keeps speaks volumes about the sort of measuring stick they're held to. For instance, "good" in TWA doesn't necessarily mean "good" in GXW or NFW or the CSWA. Similarly, "good" in A1E certainly doesn't mean "good" here. The standards are different. I started my pro career here in GXW and I can attest to the fact that the competition here is, for the most part, some of the best outside the CSWA. Yes, there are idiots like Johnny Starr around, but as you move farther up the card the cometition stiffens noticeably. Meanwhile, your A1E seems like it's full of clowns - hell, there's not even any mention of "wrestling" in the marquee. So... what are you? Wrestlers, or entertainers?

I don't know about you, but I'm a wrestler - one of the best, I might add.

But like it or not... you DO have something to prove. To me, and to the rest of the boys in the back. You're in the position of proving to us that you can actually, you know, do something a bit more impressive than beating Cameron Cruise.

Maybe Dan Ryan does respect you. However, I'm not Dan Ryan. Dan can think what he wants to think - but somehow I doubt he respects you as much as you think. Either way, the rest of us GXW boys don't consider respect an issue. In fact, a lot of us are rather annoyed that you and your flock of outsiders can walk in here and start talking as if you're better than us for whatever bullsh*t reason you can dredge up.

Which means, honey, that if you think I'm going to let you, an outsider... a nobody in this promotion... if you think I'm going to let you just walk all over me and take a shot at OUR world champion, you're setting yourself up for a fall.

If I'm indeed an 'undercard speck', then I shudder to think of how low you're situated on the ladder here. But really... I don't care about your match with Vlachinko at all. That's your business. However, as long as you're in this tournament, up against me, looking to take a shot at the world champion of MY home promotion, then we have beef.

Fortunately, there'll be no more of that after the show... as I'll have left you in my dust and moved on to take my shot at Miller.

I suppose I could prove myself in NFW... oh, wait, I already am. I've done that by defeating two division leaders in one match. However, I'd much rather prove myself here. GXW means far more to me in the grand scheme of things than any fed I'm wrestling for at the moment. It's been like a home to me since I went pro. Making my name elsewhere is nice, but the important thing is that I make a name for myself HERE, on my home turf.

Handing you a beating is just another facet of that journey.

When we meet in that ring, little missy, you'll see firsthand that not only are the alumni of GXW better than anything your precious sports-entertainment promotion can dredge up... but that I, personally, am better than YOU. Anything less than that is unsatisfactory.

Go ahead. Sit there in front of your mirror for awhile, practicing your 'feisty tough chick' impression with your hands on your hips until you get it juuuuuust right, then get a camera and TRY to blast me back with your usual array of "I'm the best because I'm the Queen" lines. Maybe play a little more 'Little Miss Psychoanalyst' and talk about how I'm somehow crying out about something.

As usual, I'll just nod and smile.

Because I know that nothing you say matters in the long run.

Like I said... When you step into that ring to face me, I'm going to brush past your ego and tough-girl act and handle you just as I'd handle any other bigmouth coming around here talking sh*t: By taking you out of contention. Whether or not you buy into that is irrelevant. I've said before that I deal only in truth - and it certainly is true that I'm going to knock you off the tournament ladder without a second thought about it.

Bye now.

Beware the Sandstorm.

(FADEOUT)

 

[Hell_Fighter]

"Fighting like it's your last."

*{Fade In}

*{The scene opens inside a production studio room in front of a black cloth area with two chairs and a table with a tray and a pitcher of ice water with two classes between them. Seated in the two chairs is GXW Onslaught announcer and journalist Brett Sanders. In the other chair is "HellFighter" Michael Shutt. Sanders is dressed in a light brown khaki slacks, brown loafers, and a button up black GXW cotton shirt. HellFighter is wearing white with black trim Addidias windbreaker top and bottom, Asaics wrestling shoes, and a white t-shirt underneath that says "To Hell and Back" outlined in fire....his offical GXW t-shirt. Also on his knee he is still wearing his knee brace. The camera is in position, let's listen in.}

Brett Sanders: "I am here interviewing 'HellFighter' Michael Shutt on GaXcess. The show that lets you hear from all of your GXW superstars right before the big GXW events. As you all know that Battlefield Brittain is right around the corner and with that said one of the big topics of discussion is the countdown to the ppv and namely Invitation tournament to decide who will be the number one contender to John Miller's GXW Unified World Heavyweight Championship title. Right now, in the studio, I have with me one of those people who has made it to the next round of the tournament. HellFighter it's a pleasure to have you on the show."

{Sanders reaches out and shakes HellFighter's hand in respect.}

HellFighter: "Thank you Brett, it's a pleasure to be here with you today."

Sanders: "Let's get started shall we. Now alot of people were not expecting you to advance to the next round as they put a lot of money on your oponent, the so-called god of x-treme...and current GXW X-treme champion, Clapper. What do you have to say about that win."

HellFighter: "Well I am just thankful that I got away with the win. I don't like how I won it, but I did nonetheless and now it is time for me to move on."

Sanders: "Yes you must be referring to David Black, the new GXW resident lunatic getting involved in the match, let's talk about that for a little bit."

HellFighter: "Well to be honest, it does seem like Clapper deserved what was coming to him with Black. I mean he did wreck Black's care at Global Warfare, not to meantion took his title, you think that is gonna set well with a lunatic with Black?"

Sanders: "Not really."

HellFighter: "Well Clapper got what was coming to him. Now do I like how I won the match? No I don't, not for a moment, but still it's a win and I am in the next round. It's another one of those blessings in disguise. I wanted to win on my own without any help, but as I was sitting in that locker room after the match was over with, it got thinking...why worry about something that was out of my control? I can't do that. I mean I'm still here and in this tournament. I'm not gonna beat myself up just because somebody gave me a free win into the next round. The way I see it is that I have more than enough round to make up for it and prove that I STILL have what it takes to where the GXW Unified World Heavyweight title. The way I see it is that match is already in the past. It's done and over with. I'm ready to move on to the next round and get one step closer to the prize."

Sanders: "Now that brings me to my next question. The next round, you are fighting the one and only The Ego Buster Dan Ryan. I mean he's had a lot of meaningful matches and has held the world title for a long time. Not to meantion that he has defeated you at least...

HellFighter: "Three times. I believe that is the count. One time in a 6 man elimination tag team match. One time in the 6 pack match at Fallout immediately after the last match, and then to top it all off, he faught and beat me one on one, but that was partly because Zero had a lot of influence in that match as he attacked me prior to the match and I had to listen to him before fighting Ryan later on in the night. But I will be honest I deserve to lose all three of those matches. My mind wasn't in it and I was torn between what I wanted and what I was supposed to do...what I needed. I allowed Dan Ryan to control my emotions and get me psyched out. That match was over before it even got started; however, I'm not focused on the past anymore like some people. I am aware of it, but I am dwelling on it. Just allowing it not to let me make the same mistakes again."

{HellFighter reaches down and picks up a glass of water to takea drink out of it before continuing on.}

Sanders: "But this is the man that made you turn your back on your fans and even your faith, the very thing that made you...well you. A true one of a kind wrestler unlike any other, what do you say to that."

HellFighter: "Simple what Ryan did to me was a wake up call to reveal that I was not rooted in The Word...like I thought I was. If anything the real enemy was myself. Ryan just took advantage and exploited it as he is real good at that. He showed that I was divided and troubled in my soul, as a result of that I was so ashamed I felt that the only the I could do was run away. Well that wasn't the answer obviously. However, in the end it all worked out, and I look at it like this, it's all gone, in the past and I'm looking back. I'm standing in the present, in the here and now, but I am looking to future."

Sanders: "Do you think that you will get lucky against Ryan like you did Clapper?"

HellFighter: "Nope. With Clapper, that was bound to happen, but with Ryan, there is no such thing as luck with him. You are either better than him or your not. Let's face it there are not very many people that are. You have to be more focused, more clear minded, in better fighting condition, and most of all more confident that you will defeat Dan Ryan."

Sanders: "Do you think that you can defeat Dan Ryan?"

HellFighter: "Good question Brett, very good question, and the only way how I think that I can answer it is bringing up one of my favorite quotes from the dearly departed Walter Payton. He was qouted as saying...

'no matter what you do, always go out and perform/fight as if it were your last...

...No matter what, I have won matches and I lost matches. In fact it would be safe to say that my losses sometimes outweigh the wins, but I still keep fighting. Even when I know that the odds are against me, I still keep fighting. I will bleed, and be on my last leg, but I will still keep fighting. I might...keep in mind, I said might lose. However I will make sure that I never be easy. I will bleed and feel pain, but I will make certain that you bleed and feel pain almost as much...if not more than I do. You may get a win, but it won't come cheap."

"Now can I defeat Dan Ryan? I don't know, but I think that's a good thing because to me it means that nobody is sure, and nothing is certain nor is in written in stone. Anything can happen. Personally, I truly believe deep down in my heart that I can I win next week against Dan Ryan. I don't see this at blind faith. I don't think it is. I just know it deep down in my heart and soul. I know that I do it. He may of had my number all those times...that's doesn't matter because that was in the past. That was then this is now. What matters is what I do in this match in this round of the tournament that will determine the entire course of the GXW and my future."

Sanders: "Now here's a question, Dan Ryan is at full health, you are just coming back from knee surgery, how do you compete against that, and how are you still confident going into this match?"

HellFighter: "I be lying if I said that my knee didn't hurt. It still does. Even though the surgery was a sucess, and the rehibilitation has just about put me in what I think is the best shape of of my life...still anything could happen. Ryan could mess it up and possibly could my entire career. This match could very be the last match of HellFighter. I might have to hang it up after this match, but you know what I'm not worried about it because I know God is in control. Win or lose, God won't leave me hanging. Even if I never wrestle another match ever again after this match. I'm okay because God still love me."

"Here is what I will do in this match, I will make sure that I give Dan Ryan the greatest single fight of his life. He may beat me, but after this match he will know and respect me. I will keep on coming, and I won't rest until only one of us is still standing. As long as I am awake and aware, there will be fight in me, and if there is fight me I wll keep going until I hear that bell ring. When I run the race, I will run it to win. I fight until the very end."

"I'm gonna do it WITHOUT one of those Lieutenant Dan magic legs, what I've got is right here. {Points to his chest} Like I said before, I believe in God, but more importantly I believe in myself. This is not an ego thing. This is something that I have to quote get over myself unqoute. To be honest. I've already done that. What do you think all last year was? It was me getting over myself. Dan Ryan wants to go on about me not knowing him? If anything, Dan Ryan needs to finally learn a few things about me because in the FEW times that we have EVER crossed paths, he has never really KNOWN me. Hell, even this day he still doesn't know me like he thinks he does....

{HellFighter pauses as he rethinks his statement before responding again.}

...Let me take that last part back. He did know me THEN; however, he doesn't know me NOW. He thinks he does. He thinks that a man's past will dictate his future. If it is one of many things that God has taught me, its that the past is never in control of the future. There is always hope, and there is always a future. I know that I have a future, and believe it's a bright one."

Sanders: "Do you think that Dan Ryan takes pride in making you turn your back on your faith?"

HellFighter: "Of course he does. That was in the past. I'm a better man because believe it or not what he did to me. Believe it or not, I am thankful for what he did for me because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be where I am today. I feel that I am as stronger now as I have been."

"Contrary to what people believe, I always try to be practical. Yes I am supposed to be of the world but not really in it. I've never really tried to present myself as holier than thou but still people that I am no matter what I say. I never wanted to offend any body with something like my faith, but because it is a touchy subject its hard not to be offensive. I made mistakes that I am not proud of. I am far from perfect, but I am human and I will go on. My mistakes will never destroy. "

"I believe that the worst enemy will always be yourself. I mean Dan Ryan is an enemy, but he is not the true enemy. I first have to conquer the one within me, when I do that I know I can beat Dan Ryan."

Sanders: "Which brings me to the last and final question of this interview and then we will stop. Do you honestly and truly believe that you have conquered the enemy within you?"

{HellFighter, who appears to be a little taken by surprise by the question pauses as he thinks for a moment. He takes another drink of water from his glass while he still thinks on the question. All of a sudden, like it just hits him, as a sincere but very genuine smile crosses his face, he looks dead on at Sanders and the camera right in the eye before he speaks.}

HellFighter: "Yes. Yes I have."

Sanders: "Okay, and on that note, we are all out of time. HellFighter I wanna take this time for coming in and talking to us. Good luck in your match against Dan Ryan in the second round of the Countdown tournament."

HellFighter: "Thank you it's been my pleasure."

Sanders: "This is Brett Sanders for GaXcess signing off wishing all of you a goodnight and stay tuned for GXW Battlefield Brittian."

*{Fade Out}

 

[blackshire]

[greetings from boston :) ]

He smiles as the camera whirrs to life. Seated indian style on what appears to be a bed in an alarmingly spascious hotel room, Max Blackshire tucks an uncooperative lock of hair behind his ear and clears his throat.

"I'm ... sorry."

A snicker, masked behind an apologetic hand.

"No, seriously. I am. I apologize to Rob Sampson. I apologize for ruining what could have been - what perhaps should have been - the start of his ... (*clears throat*) ... Return to Greatness. I apologize to Christian Sands for tainting what could have been - what might have been - the start of his deserved rise to TRUE prominence in this ... fledgling promotion. I shouldn't have done it.

"And I regret my actions. They were fueled by spontaneity. By months ... no, YEARS ... of pent of aggression. Aggression that I had almost forgotten I'd harbored. Forgotten, that is, until I saw you in person, Rob. Until I saw you ... you, who has what is rightfully mine. You, who has lain claim to my birthright, although unwittingly. You, Rob. ... who's days are, indeed ... numbered."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"But, alas ... cliches were never my strong suit. So I'll move on ... on ... to a man who calls himself 'Boogie Smallz'."

Another, this time much more sarcastic, shrug.

"Mr.Smallz. You make many presumptions about me. You believe that I've touted myself as being both 'Big' and 'Bad'."

One definitive shake of the head.

"Untrue.

"All I've said of myself is that I am a man of purpose. A man of determination. A man who's purpose is what drives him. Who's determination is what drags him out of his bed in the morning. What keeps him putting one foot in front of the other ... and, in just a few days time, one foot ... up your proverbial arse.

"I am a man who came here in search of what belongs to him - not by law. But by RIGHT. You see, Boogie ... I was victorious. I outlasted. I was the winner. Robbed of any opportunity to bask in that glory, I've decided to SNATCH that glory from the man whom ultimately wound up with it, when allllll of the dust settled."

"You, Mr.Smallz," he said, "are not that man."

"Under any number of ordinary circumstances ... that would mean that you wouldn't even EXIST in my world. That would mean that you and I, barring any unforseen situations, would never have to cross paths. And yet ... THIS is one of those 'unforseen situations'."

On a nearby end table, a phone rings. He picks up the receiver and slams it down in one motion, eyes never leaving the camera.

"It's a funny thing, Smallz. These last few days I've been thinking ... Sampson has what I want. HE wants the GXW Championship. I have robbed from him a chance to get it, while *I* am in the perfect position to make it my own. To turn the tables. To alter the playing field in a way I hadn't anticipated.

"I will NOT ... relent."

He stops for a moment, eyes ablaze - pupils fiery, glaring at the camera, head hung just slightly. he allows the words a moment to fester on the listener.

"I will NOT allow you - someone who otherwise is meaningless in my world - to step in my way and make any sort of tangible difference. I will not allow it, because I can not allow it.

"You may try to 'fold me over' as if I were one of your old cellmates, but you'll find I won't be as cooperative as you seem to be used to. You'll find that I'm not NEARLY as easy to walk through as, perhaps, you're accustomed. You'll find, Mr.Smallz...

"...that your "tunnel vision" may lead to you getting horribly Blindsided."

 

[QueenOfTheRing]

You make me want to throw up a little...

Fade-in: Lindsay Troy, sitting in a large, overstuffed leather chair, watching TV.

She says nothing.

She says nothing as she watches Christian Sands' promo, which is basically a rehashing of all his previous promos. She opens her mouth to say something, but refrains.

She does this on more than one occassion.

The promo ends. Troy shuts the TV off and stares at the TV in unmitigated suffering.

She finally stands, and walks over to an antique record player. She turns it on and places the needle on the record. The rich sounds of classical scores fill the room, and Troy softly hums along until a loud SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! cuts off Troy and the music.

Troy winces in agony before regaining her composure and staring at the camera.

That, Mister Sands, is what you sound like.

A broken record.

For what it's worth, you may think I'm cute when I'm annoyed, but I'm downright hott when I'm pissed off.

She smirks.

OK Christian, I get it. I finally get the jist of your whole argument: A1E sucks, our talent roster sucks because we choose to be our own entity instead of running around with the rest of the pack, our name sucks because we don't have the word "wrestling" in there which makes us unique and original, and I suck because you're too busy no-selling everything I say and writing it off as "unimpressive" to actually give a sh*t.

Does that sound about right? If it doesn't, please let's continue running around in a big circle because you don't understand the concept of saying something that you haven't said before.

A1E isn't "full" of clowns, but we do have one, and I'll be damned if Slambo wasn't one tough sonofab*tch. He could wrestle three rings around you, I'd be willing to wager.

Smirk.

If you're going to now base your argument on "company kept", then I'm sure as hell held to a higher standard than you. And for what it's worth: "good" in TWA means "sh*t" everywhere else. Dan Ryan told me about a little "proposition" that TWA made him and Maelstrom to team up there.

The end result? Dan and Mael laughed in their faces, because why would an earth-shattering consummation of talent happen there, to quote Dan himself.

You're one of the best? I think your list of "the best" and the normal person's list of "the best" are quite different. You're a medicore, mindless drove with an inferiority complex. You're not "the best". You're not even "good". You're just a schmuck.

EYE did not choose to fight Cameron Cruise. If eye had it my way, I'd be fighting someone good in Round One. Someone who's done something other than stink up every joint he's ever been in.

For your information, it was Dan Ryan that approached me to manage him in NFW. That's CSWA World's Heavyweight Champion Dan Ryan, and don't you forget it slappy. The same CSWA whose praise you're laundering as being "the best". So if Dan Ryan is "the best" in "the best federation", and he's asking me to manage him to the top of NFW, which you also say is "one of the best", then if that's not respect in the highest regard I'd be hard pressed to find the respect that is.

I don't expect an underling such as yourself to have known that it was Dan's request that I manage him, because the groundlings don't run in the same "circle" as the privileged.

EYE am the only one from "the outside world" that has said anything about being better than the rest of you. Cross, Beast, and Promo have not yet begun to talk. If "the GXW boys" are a little bit miffed at me walking in here and saying that I'm better than them, then why don't the "rest" of "the boys" open up their mouths and say something. Nominating you as their spokesperson is probably the worst choice they've made, since all your sound and fury signifies nothing.

There's no need to shutter at how "low" of a ladder rung I'm on here in GXW. All you need to do is look at the current PPV Line-Up sheet to see that my match with Vladimir Vlachinko is higher on the card than your match with Jean Rabesque.

Dag, yo. Karma's a b*tch.

After this match is over, the only thing you're going to have left is your name. I'm going to take the spot in Round 3, I'm going to take one step closer to the title match with Miller, and I'm going to take whatever shreds of pride you have left.

If you've got a beef, then bring the ruckus.

Hear me, and hear me well. The day will come--Oh, yes! Mark my words, Sands! Your day of reckoning is coming, when an evil wind will blow through your little play world and wipe that smug smile off your face! And I'll be there, in all my glory, watching--watching as it all comes crumbling down!

Off-camera, a bell goes off from the "kitchen". Troy gasps loudly.

OHH!! MY SPINACH PUFFS!!!!

Fade, as Troy runs off camera...

 

[JABolich]

(FADEIN!!!!!!!!!!!11111 A room somewhere!! CHRISTIAN SANDS is sitting in an armchair, wearing a black sweater and a pair of jeans!!!)

Sands: (in this real peppy, dorky, geeky, high-pitched happy excited voice) You know... I've had a small epiphany. Lindsay, you're right. You're right about everything. You're always right! Isn't that something?!

You're right about A1E. You're right that everyone there is top-tier talent. In fact, they're better than top-tier! They're invincible! And so are you! I swear, if you put Batman, Superman, the Silver Surfer, Cyclops, Wolverine, the Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and Captain America in a handicap match against just you, Lindsay, you'd kick all their asses with your laser eye beams! Wow, I'm scared. I'm shaking. You're gonna kill me soooooo bad. Do me a favor, people. When Lindsay kills me, someone please put baby's breath on my headstone.

You're right about me being a midcarder. In fact, you're more than right! I'm a big jobber! Well, I guess I'd better lay down in six seconds for you and go back to dark matches, where I can feud with Johnny Starr over a pot of coffee! Won't that be exciting?! I can't wait until the booking team gives me a TV match! That'll be soooooo awesome! I hope I get to face HELLFIGHTER!!! That guy's cool. He's my idol, you know. Isn't he amazing?

You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself. You're right about me repeating myself.

And you're SOOOOOO right about me not understanding everything! In fact, I don't understand anything at all! I'm a big idiot! I scored 1 on my IQ test! WOW! You sure know how to read people, LINNNNNNNNNN-ZEEEEEEEEE!!! I wish I could be just as smart as you! Will you teach me, LINNNNNNN-ZEEEEE?? Because, like, you're so special! You're the best! In fact, I'm going to go out and start a religion based around you! Can I be your Pope? Because I'd like that. I'd like it a lot!

But you know, you're wrong about something.

I'm not no-selling everything you say at all.

(Back to his normal voice...)

I do hope that gushing oversell was more to your preference, my dear...

But in all seriousness.

I no-sell what you have to say because none of it makes a bit of difference.

Whether Dan Ryan respects you or not is really quite irrelevant, seeing as he's not in this match. If I should happen to meet him later on in the tournament, fine - I'll hand him the same ass-whipping I'll hand you. But for now, my dear, the spotlight is on YOOOOOU, Little Miss Ego.

Honestly... How naive of you to expect me to come right out and acknowledge every word you say as gospel. Do me a favor, will you? Reach down and pull your head out of your ass. I've got a crowbar if you need it, because it's obviously pretty far up there if you honestly think your words carry enough clout with me to make me take them seriously.

What's wrong? Getting a little annoyed because I'm not bowing down and kissing your feet?

Maybe I do repeat myself sometimes - but part of that is because YOOOOOU lack advanced comprehension skills. That is, everything I say to you, you run in another direction with, or you counter it with... "N'UH-UHHHHHH!!!" You think I sound like a broken record? Honey, I hate to break it to you, but YOOOOU sound like a spoiled little girl crying because daddy didn't buy her the new Malibu Barbie doll.

As long as we're talking about three-ring circuses, I'll tell you right now that when you get into that ring with me you're going to get a lot more than three rings. You're going to get so many rings wrestled around you that Saturn and Uranus will turn green with jealousy. Oh, wait, I forgot... you're just so SPECIAL AND INCREDIBLE, so little things like backing up the sh*t that you talk don't matter.

The only thing you're going to take from me is a beating, little missy, and a damned extensive one at that. Care to dispute that? Do it in the ring, where it matters.

Or would you rather run your mouth a little more?

Sooner than later, dear, you'll learn that I back up by sh*t-talk to the hilt - farther, actually. You'll also learn something else - that is, a little lesson in humility. I'll tell the infirmary to stay open later, though - I'm sure your ego will need some treatment for the bruises I'll be inflicting upon it. And I'll even call the janitor to help you pick up the fragments of your dignity off the floor after the match.

Because we've come to the point, my dear, where the walk takes precedence over the talk.

I'll see YOOOOU in the ring... LINNNNNNNNNN-ZEEEEEEEEEE.

(FADEOUT)

 

[Mad Dog]

Don't get it twizted...

(FADE IN to Boogie Smallz sitting on a stool, smoking a blunt, and watching some promos for the Battleground Britain Countdown show. His second round opponent’s promo airs. Boogie mean mugs the image of Max Blackshire on his monitor. He stops the tapes and puffs on his blunt. He then looks over at the camera.)

BOOGIE SMALLZ: I was chillin, layin’ in tha cut, mindin’ my own…and sumthin’ I saw on tha GXW Network bothered me enough for me to stand up, once again, and be heard. Some lil’ pork sausage tycoon has been runnin’ his mouth and tryin’ to talk a gang of mess about how he is gonna put his foot up my arse…whatever that is. (Looking confused.) I don’t know what you fools do in England, but that ain’t a custom where I’m from. You try that ish with me and you best be prepurred for some serious repercussions! Maybe you got some other people scurred, but you don’t fade me Hillshire.

(The cameraman corrects Boogie.)

Oh, my bad. It’s not Hillshire…as in tha giant sausage empire. Ya know, it really doesn’t matter. Hillshire, Worcestershire, Theroofisonfire. Whatever your name is, tha result in round two is still gonna be tha same. I know you had success wherever it is you were before herre. You probably ran rampant and destroyed errythang in sight. Good for you, but you try that herre and I’m pretty damn sure that you ain’t gonna get tha same results. ‘Round herre, I’m tha go-to-guy. I’m tha futhamucka’ that eliminates problems and slaps sense into fools that don’t know no better. You don’t realize this yet, but you will soon enough.

I got places to go, people to see…Battleground Britain and John Miller in the main event. You want to blindside me…but I’m moving TOO DAMN FAST for you to do it! (Puffs his blunt.) But you’re prolly crazy enough to try that shizz anyway. But I’m smarter than that. You ain’t gonna caught me slippin’. I’m too damn paranoid for that to happen. You gotta be to last in this business.

(Boogie stands up and takes several tokes off of his blunt. He watches the smoke swirl and than speaks. He grabs a remote control and cues up a spot in Blackshire’s promo. He listens to it and laughs.)

You really got me on that cellmate line. (Sarcastically laughs.) But I don’t really know what to think about how you got such an image in your head. It leads me to believe that maybe it’s a fantasy of yours. That’s some sick $h!+, Max. I hate to bust your bubble, I’m sure you prolly waxed your jimmy to that thought a few times, but my a$$ reads “EXIT ONLY”. I don’t travel down tha hershey highway, but I know about you Brits. Y’all fathabuckin’ sickos. Wearin’ wigs, makeup, shirts with ruffles and shizz…and that’s just tha people you got makin’ tha laws. If tha fools that run your government crossdress…what does that say about tha citizens?

(Boogie smiles and puffs his blunt. His eyes are slanted and bloodshot. He sits back down on his stool and addresses the camera.)

(Imitating Blackshire in a voice similar to Sloth from the movie Goonies.) “I will not relent.” (In his normal voice.) B!+ch please. You just think you got it all figured out, but I don’t think you realize who your dealin’ with. My name ain’t Willie Lumplump…I ain’t some okeydoke off tha street that GX-Dub decided to throw into tha mix, like Christian Sands was last month. I’m tha fightingest champion this company has, I’m tha proud holder of tha Continental championship, and I’m tha only person herre to be ranked Number One by FWI Magazine. Add all that ish up and it equals out to one big ass whoopin’ that you’re about to get dealt!

BELIEVE ‘DAT!

(FADE TO BLACK)

 

[Adam_Benjamin]

moving on

(As the camera fades in Adam Benjamin is seen watching his match last week, along with Billy Starr’s match as well. Adam with remote in hand laughs as he pushes pause)

Benjamin: You know as the weeks slowly fade away my own inner butterflies are starting to make a little noise down in my tummy. The funny thing is that these butterflies have nothing at all to do with wrestling, for you see I am never nervous inside the ring. No unlike the rest of the men that are going to be doing battle at the PPV, this is a very special night for me. In a mans career he gets chances to step up and shine bright almost like a shooting star. Well at the PPV I am going to be that shooting star and I am going to do it in front of my family, my friends, and my queen.

(Adam gets a huge smile on his face)

Benjamin: You see when I last left the United Kingdom I placed the 2000 Good Will games gold medal on my old mothers lap and told her that the next time she looks into my eyes would be when I was placing a world title on her lap. Now as much a joy as that would be god took my mom from me. Now like a hero in the night I laid my medals on her as she went six feet under. Born into a family without a real father I was raised by my true hero my dear mother. But to tell you the truth when I won the MCW world title I know it was because I had my little angel in my corner.

(Adam points to the sky)

Benjamin: But at last I get a chance to wrestle in front of all my friends, and the few cousins I have remaining in a family that has seen its fare share of endings. But then there is the almighty queen, what a glorious chance this will be. When I wrestled in the UK on the pro ranks it was basically a small market a lot like the independent scene here in the states. Wrestling as we know it has gotten popular recently due to mates like Karl Brown and myself. So here I get a chance to wrestle in front of the queen and also over my mom who I know always watches me, however in my homecoming will truly be looking in on me for sure.

(Adam looks downward then back into the camera)

Benjamin: Round two in a tournament to see just who will step up and face Miller at the PPV. In round one I showed that I am the master technician and defeated a very strong RD. This match was an example of what the cure movement is all about. You know since I debut in the states and have started the cure movement I have done some good things. I have shown a lot of fans that a chair is not the answer, were as a chain wrestling, pure impact old school wrestling, mixed with a new age strong style is well worth the price of admission. So now after round one I move forward to face a gentleman by the name if Billy Starr.

(Adam looks down and comes back with a smile)

Benjamin: William as you seemingly want to be called I respect that you are from the old school. You in your career have done some good things. Inside the ring you wrestle with the old school style, which of course is what I love to see. This week your fairy tail comeback to the top of the word sadly has to come to an end. For you see Willy this week is not about you, it is not about a wrestling match, it is about the truth. You see the truth is that maybe in your prime you could stand in the circle and dance with Yours Truly, however in the modern decade you have no chance to beat me. Now please Willy do not confuse my words to that of the locker room trash talker, I back my words up with action night in and night out. Everything you have, everything you have done, it all really is an after thought to the ending of this match. If I stood next to you I could see the great legend standing next to the new age technician Adam Benjamin and I would simply feel your pain.

(Adam gets a serious look on his face)

Benjamin: In MCW Willy I worked my way straight through a tournament to hold the MCW world title. Now here in GXW I am going to stand out. Your shortened nickname is Starr, well much like a star one could think of a dream, now a dream is nothing but a thought until someone has the balls to put action behind it. This week in round two I am putting my determination, my desires, my action deeply behind my dream of winning the GXW world title in front of my country and I am going to steam over you and show you why in your current state you are simply a small preview of what lies ahead for the rest of the men in this tournament. Standing in front of you in the feature presentation, the New age technician, Yours Truly Adam Benjamin. Prepare Willy for the match of your life, and to either tap out or get pinned, heads or tails its your call Bildo!

(Fade to black)