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-=June 14, 2006=-
-=Greater Northwestern Homeless Shelter=-
-=Buffalo, New York=-


“Good Morning, Sunshine!”


((Teresa Evans voice is the first thing you can hear as the camera comes to life. Teresa’s long curly brown hair is neatly tucked behind her back as she is in good spirits on this Wednesday morning. Blaine is rubbing his eyes with his right hand as it would appear that he has just woken up, Teresa approaches Blaine and gives him a hug, Blaine who is still not fully with it accepts the hug while leaning back and moving his head slightly to the side.))


Evans: Mom, take it easy.


((Blaine shrugs his mother off of him and she looks at Blaine, who appears to be in his mid to late teens, and smiles as she looks at her baby boy.))


Teresa: I’m just so happy Blaine, today is your last day of High School! You’re graduating!


((Blaine shoots a weak smile in his mother’s direction as he attempts to recognize the accomplishment that he has achieved. To Teresa this today seems to be a day of high importance, to Blaine it appears to be just another day.))


Evans: Mom, it’s just High School. It’s really nothing special.


((Teresa appears to be insulted by Blaine’s comments, she takes a step back while looking at her son, a brief look of disappointment comes over the face of Teresa Evans before being replaced with another smile. For Teresa, this day is too important to waste being upset.))


Teresa: Quit being so modest, Blaine! You’re graduating High School today; you’re doing so with a 3.5 GPA! Do you have any idea how proud I am of you? I just wish your father could be here, he would be SO proud of you!


((The mere mention of Blaine’s father, Robert Evans, chokes up not only Teresa but Blaine himself. Blaine takes a step towards his mother and wraps his arms around her as she begins to cry. With his right hand he begins to rub her back while supporting the back of her head with his left hand.))


Evans: I miss dad too, mom. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about how life could be if he was still with us.


((Teresa Evans takes a step away from her son as he removes his arms from her back, she looks up at Blaine while wiping away the tears from her face.))


Teresa: I know I haven’t been perfect since your father’s death. It’s just been so hard on me. But every time I look at you, I see him. You’re just so much like your father; you are so strong, independent, caring, and determined. With everything you do I just smile thinking about your father, I know he’s looking down on us, and today he is smiling with me as he watches his baby boy graduate High School.


((Unsure of how to respond, Blaine looks down at the ground before walking towards the small table in the corner of the room. At the table is a bowl of cereal waiting for him with a carton of milk next to the bowl, he sits down on the old black folding chair and begins to eat his cereal, his mother stands in the background as she watches her son.))


Teresa: Blaine, I have something for you.


((Blaine stops eating his cereal and turns around to look at his mother.))


Evans: Mom, that’s really not necessary.


Teresa: But it is I have something I’ve been holding for you for over twelve years now. Your father left you something.


((The news stuns Blaine he looks at his mother wondering how it’s possible.))


Evans: But, how…?


Teresa: Your father left a note for you, he wanted me to give it to you the day you graduated High School. I know we weren’t able to keep most of our stuff when we lost the apartment, but I made sure to hold onto this.


((Teresa reaches for her back pocket and pulls out a white envelope that’s still sealed. Teresa hands Blaine the stained and wrinkled envelope and he looks at the front of the envelope where his name “Blaine Tyler Evans” is written in messy cursive hand writing. Blaine’s hands start to shake as he continues to stare at the envelope.))


Teresa: I was hoping you could read this on your way home from school.


((Blaine whips his head up and looks at his mother, her words seem to have startled him.))


Evans: Yeah, I can do that.


((Teresa smiles at her son and walks to him to give him a kiss on his head, she rubs her right hand through his mop-like black hair, Blaine looks back up at his mother and shoots a smile in her direction.))


Evans: I love you, mom.


Teresa: Love you too, Blaine.


((Blaine gets up from the old black folding chair and pushes the chair back in underneath the table, he looks at his mother and gives her a wink as he turns and opens the door exiting the small room. As Blaine exits the room he enters a narrow hallway, he immediately turns to his left and begins walking down the hallway towards the double doors at the end of the hall. Blaine looks down at the envelope in his left hand, he continues walking down the hallway as he gets closer to the double doors he slows down, and he opens the double doors and makes a quick right. Blaine leans against the brick wall of the homeless shelter before sitting down on the grass. Blaine raises the weathered envelope to eye level and rips open the envelope, Blaine pulls out the yellow notebook paper and reveals two pages full of messy cursive handwriting. Blaine begins reading the letter written to him by his father.))


“My Youngest Son Blaine,


I wish I could be there with you on this special day. Words cannot describe how proud I am of you. I will never forget the times we had together, our first Toronto Blue Jays game, the time we went to the park and played catch for so long your mother had to come looking for us! I can’t even imagine how hard your teenage years have been on you, I would give anything to be there by your side as you have experienced those tough teenage years. I wish I could have been there for your first school dance, first girlfriend, and first time behind the steering wheel of a car. I know that you have been strong for your mother since my death, as you were always such a strong child. You always handled yourself in a way that was so mature for your age, you were fearless, something I am sure you still are today. I want you to know that I’m always watching over you, there’s never a day that will go by that I won’t be watching, you are my son and always will be I will be watching over you through good and bad, thick and thin. I know you will always live a life that is honest, hardworking, and in good faith. I want you to remember that as long as you have God on your side nothing is impossible.”


((Blaine puts the letter in his lap as he begins fighting the tears that are falling down his face, Blaine takes a deep breath and wipes the tears from his face, and dries his hands with his navy blue bleach stained gym shorts. He grabs the letter and brings it back to eye level where he continues to read his father’s words.))


“Now that you have finished High School you will be entering the Real World, hopefully you will be able to get into a good college or get started with a great job. Whatever you decide to do I want you to remember that anything is possible. No matter how difficult life gets, your dreams are never that far out of your reach. The only thing I want for you and your brother is for the two of you to find true happiness in the work place and with whomever you decide to settle down with.”


((Blaine smiles as he continues to read his father’s words.))


“Follow your dreams; keep chasing them until you have reached them. Once you’ve reached your dreams you will need to start dreaming again, dream bigger, aim higher, and reach your hopes and dreams. Remember Blaine, I am always watching over you. I know you will achieve great things in your life, just remember there’s nothing stopping you. You will be remembered as a great man, just figure out what you want to do with your life.


I love you so much Blaine, I wish I could be there to watch you grow into a great man.


Love Always and Forever,
Dad”


((Blaine folds up the letter and places it back into the old wrinkled envelope, he lets out a loud sigh before the teas roll down his face. He looks straight ahead at young adults his age walking across the street making their way to school, he looks up at the sky and smiles knowing that somewhere up there his father is looking down at him.))


Evans: I won’t let you down, Dad!

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-=February 6, 2012=-
-=Navel Park=-
-=Buffalo, New York=-


((Cameras open to a wooden Navel Park sign, the letters are carved in the wood and painted in red. In the background you can see a vacant park on this cold afternoon in Buffalo, New York. “The Wild One” Blaine Evans walks into the picture and stares at the old wooden Navel Park sign, he stops to look around at the vacant park. The trees are bare, picnic tables are turned on their side underneath the pavilion and the nets have been removed from the rims of the basketball nets. Blaine walks away from the sign and towards the children’s play area, there are two large metal slides and one small metal slide attached to the wooden play place that reaches a height of seventy five feet, the smallest slide starts at the very top of the wooden play place and slides down approximately twenty feet to a lower level of the play place, Blaine continues walking towards the play place, once he gets to the wooden steps he sits down on the bottom step and looks towards the camera.))


Evans: Some of my greatest memories from my childhood happened here at this park, I remember the first time I was taken here it was just months before my father was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s. We had such a great time, I remember by the end of the day I was able to tie my own shoes, that was one of my first personal victories. Something so little yet so important to a four year old, I felt like I could conquer the world.


((Blaine chuckles at the thought of tying his first shoe lace.))


Evans: This place has always been a safe haven for me, whenever I’ve had trouble I would always come here. Regardless of my age this place has always helped me clear my mind while getting some peace and quiet. With the recent displays of craziness from Tommy Lipton and Max Siegel I only found it appropriate to take a step away from reality for a moment. I thought getting to the Finals was crazy enough, but when I look at the way Siegel and Lipton have been behaving I’m starting to realize just how crazy these finals are going to be. Look at those two, Lipton is running from his doctors and subsequently is running sheriffs off the road and putting them potentially in the hospital. Yes, Tommy Lipton, Mister WWX himself is running sheriffs of the road and acting like a fugitive, the poor guy is going absolutely nuts!


((A smile comes to Blaine’s face as he thinks about Tommy Lipton’s hot pursuit.))


Evans: Watching the man run sheriffs off the road and give them the names of Max Siegel and Blaine Evans, what has gotten into him? I understand he’s mentally ill, but this is just getting a little out of control. I could only hope that if James Ranger was still around he would take Tommy out of this match for his own good, I’m sure his head shouldn’t be taking any more blows given his current state. If Lipton’s behavior wasn’t bad enough we have that sociopath Max Siegel, the guy made multiple references to killing Tommy Lipton and seems to have absolutely no heart.


((Blaine begins to shake his head as he thinks about some of the comments made by the self proclaimed Hollywood star.))


Evans: Seriously, Max Siegel is sick and disgusting. What kind of man would willingly go to a homeless shelter and taunt children in need? Max should feel blessed that the Lord gave him such a comfortable lifestyle at such a young age, it’s great for him that his family could afford limousines and court side Lakers tickets. But why not share that wealth? What’s the point in being so greedy that the only way you can get off is to flaunt your fortune in the face of those that are less fortunate? Tommy Lipton’s issues pale in comparison to those of Max Siegel, Siegel needs to get his head checked by a d@mn good doctor, somebody that can actually keep his patient in check.


((Blaine extends both arms towards the wooden step to help propel himself to his feet. Blaine turns around and walks up the wooden steps, he moves to the rubber bridge and holds onto the wooden handrail.))


Evans: I do not doubt that my competition wants to win the James Ranger Invitational, let’s be honest what WWX wrestler can say they didn’t want a chance to become the IWA World Heavyweight Champion? Both Max Siegel and Tommy Lipton have made it through the preliminaries to get this far, both men have proved they were worthy to be finalists in the JRI. I’m not a fool and I won’t begin to doubt the capability of my opponents, both men have their strengths and both men have their weaknesses. But the thing about Aftershock is the match really has nothing to do about either one of them, the match will end up being all about one man and one man only.


((A confident smile shines from Blaine’s face as he points to himself.))


Evans: Both Lipton and Siegel have boasted about their past success and being honest both men have experienced what they consider success. Both men have been able to enjoy fame, fortune, and women. But the thing is that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m not looking to become a millionaire, I’m not looking to drive limousines or cars that cost over two hundred thousand dollars and are imported from Italy. No, that’s not the life I’m looking to live nor is it the way I view success. For the first time in my life I can truly say that I’m successful, it has nothing to do with money, cars or women. It has everything to do with the way people view me. When children see me they see a man who has experienced the worst life has to offer and has been able to rise above the crap and become a decent human being, when parents see me the see a guy even though he rocks an electric green mohawk like a champ, he’s still one of the best possible role models for their child.


((Blaine stops to pull the red hood from his sweatshirt over his head, as he exhales a white cloud comes from his mouth produced from the contrast in temperatures of his mouth and the cold Buffalo air.))


Evans: For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a professional wrestler, more importantly the wrestler who could call himself the IWA World Heavyweight Champion. People have always told me there’s no chance, I could never become the IWA World Heavyweight Champion, now as I’m days away from fighting for the chance to become the number one contender to said championship, I have two buffoons going back and forth trying to lay claim to a tournament win that rightfully belongs to me. Unlike my competition I have been able to keep my composure, I have had the need to make death threats or break the law. There is no bounty on my head from crazy doctors or local authorities, I have just done what I’ve promised to do from day one, work my hardest and fight a fair fight. I’m a realist. I know that I need my fans more than they need me. My fans are my inspiration, they keep me going when things get tough, they have helped me win the championships, they’ve helped me defeat the Lost Soul, and I know at Aftershock they will be in my corner helping me defeat Tommy Lipton and Max Siegel.


((Blaine arches his back and fully extends his arms as he stretches.))


Evans: I fought for years to get the career of my dreams, competing inside a WWX ring has always been a dream of mine. A wise man once told me that once you reach your dreams you need to start dreaming higher, that’s why my dream has always been a two-parter. First I needed to get to the WWX once I was there I needed to get the IWA World Heavyweight Championship. Aftershock will put me one step closer to reaching my childhood dream, this whole experience has been so surreal, I’m just happy that Tommy Lipton and Max Siegel are along for the ride.


((Blaine reaches for his back pocket and shoots a confident smile in the direction of the camera. He pulls an old wrinkled envelope from his back pocket and pulls an old yellow letter from the envelope. He begins reading his father’s note and smiles, his father’s words remind him that nothing is impossible and that Blaine is able to accomplish anything. The smile grows on Blaine’s face as he realizes that with Aftershock on the horizon he is that much closer to fulfilling his childhood dream.))



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]]> Tue, 07 Feb 2012 04:29:24 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/the-final-curtain-call.html http://wwxonline.com/the-final-curtain-call.html
[The scene once again opens inside the Louisiana Super-Dome as Krimzon Blaze is seen walking towards his locker-room, the same devious smile on his face as a camera crew rush up to Blaze as he changes his complexion.]

Reporter: Did you hear Lost Soul just now?

KB: He responds quickly for an old timer, doesn't he? No, I haven't.

Reporter: Here - Look.

[The reporter shows a feed of Lost Soul's latest promo as KB watches on, obviously a look of bewilderment is upon his face as he has his hand on his chin, thinking.]

Reporter: Uh... Krimzon?

KB: Can't you not see that I'm thinking here? The Lost Soul has told the masses, nay, the legions of the WWX Elite that I'm nervous... Nervous is not a word in my vocabulary. Defending this championship against the best of the best that this company has to offer? Yes, that's intimidating to me... Nervous is another form of trickery conjured up by one Lost Soul.

He claims that he's gotten into my head...Well if that is indeed the case Soul, why isn't the roles reversed where your the champion and I am the challenger? I didn't think so. It's obvious to me that The Lost Soul is fixated on one thing and one thing only - _MY_ IWA World Title. Tonight, here in New Orleans, I'm going up against the devil himself and walk away smiling because The Lost Soul doesn't know what I know - It's his FINAL Curtain Call.

THE KODE OF SILENCE!

[Blaze Pauses....]

...HAS CHOSEN YOU!

[KB walks away from the reporters, the same devious smile forming again across his face as the camera fades to black.]

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]]> Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:10:47 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/maybe-youre-right.html http://wwxonline.com/maybe-youre-right.html
[The cameras come to life showing the fans streaming into the Superdome for Aftershock.
The camera pans around the rapidly filling arena and finally settles on The Lost Soul standing in a private box high above the arena floor.]

Soul: Blaze, I saw your press conference a few minutes ago. Maybe it is childish to refer to you as smoldering ember and the burnt match. Maybe you're right that this match will have the same outcome as Hall of Pain 10. I know you're right about proving you are the best of the best.

[Soul moves away from the window.]

Soul: You're even right about going to HELL and back with me in a few short hours. I obviously got into your head Blaze. Like it or not, you're nervous. You're at the top of the company. You are a hunted man. You've never been in this situation before. I have. I know what it's like to have EVERYONE in the WWX coming after you. But you're wrong about one thing. You WILL NOT be leaving with the IWA World Heavyweight championship.

[Soul walks towards the door at the back of the room he stops and looks over his shoulder.]

Soul: Blaze, those people out there are expecting Blaze vs. Soul II. They're anticipating the BEST of THE BEST tonight. I think we can agree they will get it. I hope you've been watching the tapes, and studying because this is one lesson you will never forget.

[Soul exits letting he door shut on the camera.]

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]]> Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:23:33 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/a-revolution-has-been-here.html http://wwxonline.com/a-revolution-has-been-here.html
[The scene opens to the interior of the Louisiana Super-dome, where the first PPV event of the WWX will be taking place with AFTERSHOCK as most of the WWX Elite already know by now, but what is unknown though is just how exactly the main event is going to go, surely before that you all are going to witness one hell of a match involving the IWA World Champion Krimzon Blaze rightfully defend his championship against one of the most historic men that the WWX has ever seen in The Lost Soul...]

[The scene changes from an announcer's voice to LIVE feed from inside Krimzon Blaze's limousine pulling into the Super-Dome, as he exits the vehicle with bag and IWA World Title in hand hours before the event is taking place and as KB is walking away from the limo, a barrage of cameras start flashing in his direction, perpetually blinding the Champion momentarily before security makes it's way over towards Blaze.]

Reporter: Have you heard what Lost Soul has been saying?

KB: Yeah, I'm gonna be addressing that here in a few moments... If you all would follow me please.

[KB leads the swarm of reporters as they all take their seats, initially holding a last-minute press conference before AFTERSHOCK goes LIVE.]

KB: To get things rolling here, I will take the question that everyone has been surrounding themselves with - Am I ready for The Revolution? To be honest, The Revolution HAS been here all along... and ladies and gentleman, you're looking STRAIGHT at him - ME - "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze, IWA World Champion of World Wrestling Xistence, dynamite performer from top-to-bottom and I'm willing to even go hardcore on a few rare occasions so before the whole media frenzy really starts pulling teeth, remember this because I'm only going to say it once - I can and will defeat The Lost Soul even if he is indeed pulling double duty tonight, because like most champions around here, I am indeed a fighting champion.

Reporter: What about The Lost Soul calling you Smoldering Ember in reference to your name?

KB: It's mere childish games. He's trying to get into my head, but what he doesn't understand is - I don't play games, I make things happen inside that ring each and every time I step foot into it, so by all means Soul, call me every nasty childish hating name that you can think of, I would think someone of your caliber Soul would understand the finer points of integrity and intelligence, but it would seem I am mistaken. I won't delude you into a false sense of security though Soul, because when that bell rings, I won't stop for an instant in putting you in your place tonight here at AFTERSHOCK. It's a fitting name really...

Reporter: ...And why is that?

KB: It's because when the sudden realization hits that The Lost Soul loses not only the Triple A Title but also when he falls short of going against me, he'll realize the AFTERSHOCK of how much time wasted in graveyards surrounding himself with hooded men will really change his perception about how life truly is. Soul - going into this match, I know your going to be at the top of your game like you always are, of which I commend you, but I have the initial factor that nobody seems to understand - I can keep myself composed, ready to take my opponents out at the drop of a dime.

Tonight Soul - It isn't about redemption for me, but more of a tribute to you because when I face you like I did back at Hall of Pain 10 - You will see EXACTLY how it is when I'm defending the lifeblood of the WWX, the very essence that has made me what I am today - And That... Is being the BEST... OF THE BEST!

Reporter: Do you have anything else to add?

KB: To end this on a strong note - I encourage you all to witness the match that has been making headlines since the very day the ink was on the contract because it's going to be The Lost Soul versus Krimzon Blaze II - David Meets Goliath - Speed versus Strength - The epitome of intensity will rage within me as I go to Hades and back with the IWA World Heavyweight Championship... STILL in my possession.

Soul...

THE KODE OF SILENCE!

[Blaze pauses....]

....HAS CHOSEN YOU!

[KB walks away from the podium, a devious smile on his face as he's walking away from the barrage of reporters as he carries the IWA World Championship on his shoulder as the scene fades to black.]

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Abandoned Warehouse
Location Unknown
2:15 PM
February 4, 2012

[A gold spotlight flashes into the picture causing a blinding effect as cameras begin rolling. The gold moves away from the camera and focuses on the center of the room where a man is sitting Indian style with his hands over his head rocking back and forth. The man begins to scream, his voice reaching a high pitch causing a screeching sound, he continues to rock back and forth frantically. As the camera gets close, it becomes apparent who the man is that’s rocking back and forth. His brown hair is parted perfectly down the middle and is dangling down his face at ear level, he continues to rock back and forth as his black and white mask is lying directly in front of him on the concrete floor. The man who appears to be Max Siegel begins laughing as he stares down at his mask, he slowly tilts his head to the right, his hair follows his movement and he stops to stare at the mask, as moments pass by “Hollywood” Max Siegel looks up and away from the camera.]

Siegel: Oh the theatrics, Tommy Boy, you’ve impressed me.

[Max Siegel begins frantically moving his hands through his hair, he fully turns his back to the camera and moves his hands through his hair quicker and quicker with each pass.]

Siegel: The emotion, the drama, the sound of your voice. Tommy, I must admit, I like your crazy side! The performance was stellar, it was as if I was watching Tom Cruise’s performance in Rain Man, I could even put it right up there with Sean Penn’s performance in I Am Sam, this crazy side of you is fun. But you see Thomas, there is one problem, you forgot that I am more than capable of putting together an Oscar worthy performance.

[Max Siegel looks up at the ceiling and begins to laugh his body begins shaking as his laugh changes from what would be described as a joyous laugh to a laugh filled with pain. Siegel’s voice changes to a deeper voice as he begins to speak.]

Siegel: You see Tommy, you’re not the only person who can sit in the dark and talk to voice, you see I understand your pain, and I understand the craziness that you are experiencing. Oh yes Tommy, I understand the massive stress you are under, for you have lived a lie for far too long. Your claims of being Mister WWX have been skewed, you see Tommy in order to be Mister WWX you need to be a man that is consistently on top, that spends his life as a champion, when is the last time you’ve held the companies top prize for over a month?

[Max continues to rock back and forth as he does he slowly turns his body to face the camera, he places his hands back over his head and looks down towards his lap, and his voice stays deep as he continues to speak.]

Siegel: You see Tommy, while you were busy having a lackluster twenty eleven filled with a very brief stint on top of the WWX mountain, I was busy living life on top. I was the man people wanted to be around, I was the star, I was Hollywood! I was making millions, signing autographs and winning at everything I did. I was the feature attraction, the man children aspired to be, women fantasized over, and men were tired of hearing about. There is only one thing I’ve ever been known for and that is greatness. “Hollywood” isn’t a nickname it’s a way of life and the sooner you realize that the quicker you’ll be able to accept defeat.

[Max stops shaking and slowly straightens his back and looks towards the camera, as Max brushes his hair back from his eyes he looks up at the camera and reveals a Guy Faux mask on his face, his voice drops back to normal as he begins speaking.]

Siegel: Were you expecting to see my face? Did I disappoint you, Tommy?

[“Hollywood” laughs before waving his right hand in front of his face.]

Siegel: Tommy, I wear a mask because people like you don’t deserve to see my face or even be in my presence. To be honest with you, you don’t even deserve to step inside the same ring as me. Just look at me Tommy, I’m as good as they get, I’ve proven to you and the World on multiple occasions that I am better than you, my two thousand eleven alone would prove that I’m one hundred times the man that you are, you would be lucky to open a door for me, yet alone get in the same ring as me. You have already made errors in your judgment, because I am not just another rookie, at Aftershock I will make sure to remind you of that.

[With his right hand, Max Siegel picks up his black and white mask and begins to look at it, it is during this time that he lets out a low laugh before turning his attention back to the camera.]

Siegel: The two of us clearly have a different take on what it means to be famous, when I think of famous I think of people like Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, and Marilyn Monroe. Tommy Lipton doesn’t belong anywhere near the same sentence as those icons. When I think about Tommy Lipton, I think about something bigger than all three of those names, when I look at making you famous I think about the Black Dahlia, Phil Hartman, Sharon Tate, and Nicole Brown Simpson, all names of stars that faded too soon and unfortunately not by their own will. You see Tommy, I will not only make you famous, I have people mourning the loss of Tommy Lipton, because at Aftershock it will be the last live performance a crowd will ever see from you again. People will refer to Aftershock as the death of Tommy Lipton, and Tommy Boy, I will be the man responsible.

[“Hollywood” Max Siegel begins to laugh hysterically as the gold spotlight goes out.]


Greater Los Angeles Homeless Shelter
Los Angeles, California
4:45 PM
February 4, 2012

[The old brick on the side of the Greater Los Angeles Homeless Shelter is the first thing you see as the camera opens up, “Hollywood” Max Siegel is standing in front of the homeless shelter in a neatly pressed pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt that has the top three buttons undone, Siegel’s black and white mask is covering his face.]

Siegel: Blaine, does this look familiar? Yes, the kid from such humble beginnings. Your story is very common to most we see on the Hollywood big screen, the kid who comes from nothing to slowly make his rise to the top, but Blaine the problem between your story and Hollywood stories is that your story will not have a happy ending. Just look at your parents, your old man has been out of the picture since you were a young one and your mother, well let’s just say that cracked out lunatic looks to be on her last leg. Blaine, you are nothing more than a statistic, you can’t fight fate, the sooner you quit the less painful it will be.

[Max reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded brown paper bag. He slowly unfolds the bag and holds it in his hands.]

Siegel: I have never liked your kind, you are nothing but a filthy beggar that has been lucky to be given a bone. You should be ashamed of who you are, you have no class and there’s nothing exciting about you. Do you really think you can compete at the same level as me?

[Max stops to laugh, he looks away from the camera and looks towards the homeless shelter, Siegel takes in the old brick building before looking back towards the camera.]

Siegel: Blaine, growing up I would look at trash like you and thank my lucky stars I wasn’t like you. As a past time, my buddies and I would come around these homeless shelters in our limousine or our new cars and offer various things to teenage beggars like you, you should’ve seen their faces when they were offered front court tickets to a Lakers game and a ride in my limousine, it looked like they were about to cry.

[Siegel begins laughing.]

Siegel: Come to think of it Blaine, they did cry, right after we welcomed them back to reality and kicked them out of our life! Do you really think I would allow scum like you to enter my World? If I had it my way, you wouldn’t even be in the match at Aftershock, because every minute I spend with you in the ring is a minute wasted, and trust me when I tell you “Hollywood” doesn’t like to waste anything, especially his own d@mn time!

[“Hollywood” opens up the brown paper bag to reveal eye holes that have been cut in the front of the bag.]

Siegel: I’m going to do you and the rest of this Universe a favor, this paper bag is for you, it even has your name on it.

[Right above the eye holes the name “Blaine” can be seen on the paper bag.]

Siegel: Because Blaine, once you get laughed out of New Orleans, you might not ever want to show your face again!

Staples Center
Los Angeles, California
9:40 PM
February 4, 2012

[The lights are shining outside of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. The Staples Center parking lot is empty, the doors are shut and the lights are turned off, yet the large spotlights and red neon letters spelling Staples Center are shining bright. “Hollywood” Max Siegel is standing in the vacant Staples Center parking lot admiring the large arena.]

Siegel: Look at this place! New Orleans couldn’t even wish to hold a candle to the city of angels, Hurricane Katrina was no accident, everything happens for a reason and Aftershock will be no different. Tommy Lipton and Blaine Evans consider this your last warning because at Aftershock I will make you famous!

[As the spotlights continue to shine in the night sky the camera fades to black.]


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Abandoned WarehouseLocation Unknown2:15 PMFebruary 4, 2012 [A gold spotlight flashes into the picture causing a blinding effect as cameras begin rolling. The gold moves away from the camera and focuses on the center of the room where a man is sitting Indian style with his hands over his head rocking back and forth. The man begins to scream, his voice reaching a high pitch causing a screeching sound, he continues to rock back and forth frantically. As the camera gets close, it becomes apparent who the man is that’s rocking back and forth. His brown hair is parted perfectly down the middle and is dangling down his face at ear level, he continues to rock back and forth as his black and white mask is lying directly in front of him on the concrete floor. The man who appears to be Max Siegel begins laughing as he stares down at his mask, he slowly tilts his head to the right, his hair follows his movement and he stops to stare at the mask, as moments pass by “Hollywood” Max Siegel looks up and away from the camera.] Siegel: Oh the theatrics, Tommy Boy, you’ve impressed me. [Max Siegel begins frantically moving his hands through his hair, he fully turns his back to the camera and moves his hands through his hair quicker and quicker with each pass.] Siegel: The emotion, the drama, the sound of your voice. Tommy, I must admit, I like your crazy side! The performance was stellar, it was as if I was watching Tom Cruise’s performance in Rain Man, I could even put it right up there with Sean Penn’s performance in I Am Sam, this crazy side of you is fun. But you see Thomas, there is one problem, you forgot that I am more than capable of putting together an Oscar worthy performance. [Max Siegel looks up at the ceiling and begins to laugh his body begins shaking as his laugh changes from what would be described as a joyous laugh to a laugh filled with pain. Siegel’s voice changes to a deeper voice as he begins to speak.] Siegel: You see Tommy, you’re not the only person who can sit in the dark and talk to voice, you see I understand your pain, and I understand the craziness that you are experiencing. Oh yes Tommy, I understand the massive stress you are under, for you have lived a lie for far too long. Your claims of being Mister WWX have been skewed, you see Tommy in order to be Mister WWX you need to be a man that is consistently on top, that spends his life as a champion, when is the last time you’ve held the companies top prize for over a month? [Max continues to rock back and forth as he does he slowly turns his body to face the camera, he places his hands back over his head and looks down towards his lap, and his voice stays deep as he continues to speak.] Siegel: You see Tommy, while you were busy having a lackluster twenty eleven filled with a very brief stint on top of the WWX mountain, I was busy living life on top. I was the man people wanted to be around, I was the star, I was Hollywood! I was making millions, signing autographs and winning at everything I did. I was the feature attraction, the man children aspired to be, women fantasized over, and men were tired of hearing about. There is only one thing I’ve ever been known for and that is greatness. “Hollywood” isn’t a nickname it’s a way of life and the sooner you realize that the quicker you’ll be able to accept defeat. [Max stops shaking and slowly straightens his back and looks towards the camera, as Max brushes his hair back from his eyes he looks up at the camera and reveals a Guy Faux mask on his face, his voice drops back to normal as he begins speaking.] Siegel: Were you expecting to see my face? Did I disappoint you, Tommy? [“Hollywood” laughs before waving his right hand in front of his face.] Siegel: Tommy, I wear a mask because people like you don’t deserve to see my face or even be in my presence. To be honest with you, you don’t even deserve to step inside the same ring as me. Just look at me Tommy, I’m as good as they get, I’ve proven to you and the World on multiple occasions that I am better than you, my two thousand eleven alone would prove that I’m one hundred times the man that you are, you would be lucky to open a door for me, yet alone get in the same ring as me. You have already made errors in your judgment, because I am not just another rookie, at Aftershock I will make sure to remind you of that. [With his right hand, Max Siegel picks up his black and white mask and begins to look at it, it is during this time that he lets out a low laugh before turning his attention back to the camera.] Siegel: The two of us clearly have a different take on what it means to be famous, when I think of famous I think of people like Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, and Marilyn Monroe. Tommy Lipton doesn’t belong anywhere near the same sentence as those icons. When I think about Tommy Lipton, I think about something bigger than all three of those names, when I look at making you famous I think about the Black Dahlia, Phil Hartman, Sharon Tate, and Nicole Brown Simpson, all names of stars that faded too soon and unfortunately not by their own will. You see Tommy, I will not only make you famous, I have people mourning the loss of Tommy Lipton, because at Aftershock it will be the last live performance a crowd will ever see from you again. People will refer to Aftershock as the death of Tommy Lipton, and Tommy Boy, I will be the man responsible. [“Hollywood” Max Siegel begins to laugh hysterically as the gold spotlight goes out.]-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Greater Los Angeles Homeless Shelter
Los Angeles, California4:45 PMFebruary 4, 2012 [The old brick on the side of the Greater Los Angeles Homeless Shelter is the first thing you see as the camera opens up, “Hollywood” Max Siegel is standing in front of the homeless shelter in a neatly pressed pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt that has the top three buttons undone, Siegel’s black and white mask is covering his face.] Siegel: Blaine, does this look familiar? Yes, the kid from such humble beginnings. Your story is very common to most we see on the Hollywood big screen, the kid who comes from nothing to slowly make his rise to the top, but Blaine the problem between your story and Hollywood stories is that your story will not have a happy ending. Just look at your parents, your old man has been out of the picture since you were a young one and your mother, well let’s just say that cracked out lunatic looks to be on her last leg. Blaine, you are nothing more than a statistic, you can’t fight fate, the sooner you quit the less painful it will be. [Max reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded brown paper bag. He slowly unfolds the bag and holds it in his hands.] Siegel: I have never liked your kind, you are nothing but a filthy beggar that has been lucky to be given a bone. You should be ashamed of who you are, you have no class and there’s nothing exciting about you. Do you really think you can compete at the same level as me? [Max stops to laugh, he looks away from the camera and looks towards the homeless shelter, Siegel takes in the old brick building before looking back towards the camera.] Siegel: Blaine, growing up I would look at trash like you and thank my lucky stars I wasn’t like you. As a past time, my buddies and I would come around these homeless shelters in our limousine or our new cars and offer various things to teenage beggars like you, you should’ve seen their faces when they were offered front court tickets to a Lakers game and a ride in my limousine, it looked like they were about to cry. Come to think of it Blaine, they did cry, right after we welcomed them back to reality and kicked them out of our life! Do you really think I would allow scum like you to enter my World? If I had it my way, you wouldn’t even be in the match at Aftershock, because every minute I spend with you in the ring is a minute wasted, and trust me when I tell you “Hollywood” doesn’t like to waste anything, especially his own d@mn time!

[“Hollywood” opens up the brown paper bag to reveal eye holes that have been cut in the front of the bag.]

Siegel: I’m going to do you and the rest of this Universe a favor, this paper bag is for you, it even has your name on it.

[Right above the eye holes the name “Blaine” can be seen on the paper bag.]

Siegel: Because Blaine, once you get laughed out of New Orleans, you might not ever want to show your face again!-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Staples CenterLos Angeles, California9:40 PMFebruary 4, 2012

[The lights are shining outside of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. The Staples Center parking lot is empty, the doors are shut and the lights are turned off, yet the large spotlights and red neon letters spelling Staples Center are shining bright. “Hollywood” Max Siegel is standing in the vacant Staples Center parking lot admiring the large arena.]

Siegel: Look at this place! New Orleans couldn’t even wish to hold a candle to the city of angels, Hurricane Katrina was no accident, everything happens for a reason and Aftershock will be no different. Tommy Lipton and Blaine Evans consider this your last warning because at Aftershock I will make you famous!

[As the spotlights continue to shine in the night sky the camera fades to black.]

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]]> Tue, 07 Feb 2012 00:10:06 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/new-and-improved-pt2.html http://wwxonline.com/new-and-improved-pt2.html
Earthquake hits and Ace Watson walks out to wild booes from the annoyed fans. He walks out, ignoring the jeers and booes, instead he just looks around at the huge crowd, and slides into the ring as if he owns it. He has a mic in hand. 

Ace: (Serious voice) As I'm sure you already know, Ace Watson, has been improved. I am now stronger than I was before, no more mister "I think I am amazing, I'm gonna go tell everyone" now I've got over it, matured, I already know I'm a decent competitor, I just haven't been showing it. Until now. I have grown, not just physically or conciously, but mentally aswell. I have studied every aspect of proffessional wrestling there is, I can reverse and move attempted on me, any submission hold applied. My strength is better than ever. 

He stops and looks around, the crowd aren't booing, they seem to be a bit more interested in what he has to say. 

Ace: (Still Serious) At Aftershock, I face Killian Gavin and Echo Stevens. I have faced Gavin before, in another triple threat match, I almost won but he attacked me from behind and stole my victory. Killian likes to think he is the best new guy in this company. Well guess what, the old Ace Watson is gone, I'm a whole new man, might as well change my name, but I'm not gonna do that. Echo Stevens, well I don't know much about you. You havent said much considering you will be defending your TV Championship very soon. Stevens, you may be taller than me, but size isn't everything. Just look at the greats, some of them were and are shorter than me, they still beat the big guys and won the championships. I have always been the shorter guy, at high school, primary school or "elementary" school I think you call it here. I was bullied, picked on, the only thing I could do to scare 'em off was if I said "I'll get my dad to sort you out." and my dad was a very well known wrestler, he still is, infact, he is touring around the world teaching the next generation. He is the one that taught me. He is teaching every one else different, so my style is very unique, and off course, I've added my own touches and tweaks. I'll show you all my new improvements at Aftershock, I'll show you my new strength and intelligence. You will see the NEW! Ace Richie Watson......

Earthquake hits again and Ace makes his way backstage.  

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]]> Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:35:10 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/not-all-created-equal.html http://wwxonline.com/not-all-created-equal.html
“Aaarrggh!” Grunting can be heard in the Monster Factory. The smell of sweat and stains of blood give this old gym character. Other athletes and future wrestlers train in the gym, but most are staring at one individual. Gunnar Granderson lies on a workout bench with a firm face and no spotter standing behind him as he lifts the weight bar over his head. A considerable more amount of weight than usual sits on this bar today, and most assumed the WWX Superstar was just trying to max out his weight. But he lies there pushing through rep after rep going for what appears broke. Some grow worried about Gunnar hurting himself, while others grow with excitement watching the man exceed any possible expectations.

The head trainer notices what is going on, seeing the lack of work around him. He stops training the man he had been working with, “Take five kid, get yourself some water.” He says, removing the workout gloves from his hand. The young man, no older than 18 years nods to confirm his trainer’s direction, and heads off to a bench to rest. The trainer looks around and begins walking towards Gunnar. “What are you punks looking at? Don’t you have some work you should be doing? If you want to watch, go home and turn on Access, don’t waste my time here!” The trainer shouts trying to turn everyone’s attention elsewhere. Most of the men get back to their circuits, but none of them pay full attention to their tasks. Everyone’s silent all lending an ear to what could be going on with the former International Champion. “What the Hell are you doing Gunnar?” The trainer shouts, standing by the superstar.

Gunnar keeps pounding out the reps, pushing through the exuberant amount of weight above him, ignoring any connotation of the trainer or men around him. “I said what the HELL ARE YOU DOING!” The trainer shouted again. “Put it down! You’re going to kill yourself kid!” With that, Gunnar slammed the weights down on the rack above him. He sat up quickly, and easily, breathing heavy, but rather easily with respect to what he had just been doing.

“I’m bench pressing! What the Hell does it look like I’m doing Ray?” Gunnar answered back with an agitated tone in his voice.

“You don’t EVER lift that kind of weight Gunnar, I’ve only seen you max out at what you are currently lifting. You have a big match at Aftershock, you are going to hurt yourself again you keep up working yourself like that!” The trainer shot back.

“Look Ray, I lost my number one contender match last week. That rookie punk got lucky in that match, using brass knuckles to cheap shot his way to victory, and Lochnar got lucky with his kick the week before that taking MY International Championship!” Gunnar continued growing wilder and wilder in expression. “I will be DAMNED if I’m going to lose against Lochnar again at Aftershock. I’m increasing my strength so I don’t have to worry about any mix ups, or problems that might happen.”

Ray looked around; obviously this interaction was drawing too much attention from the guys in the gym. He looked back at Gunnar, and lowered his voice, calming down. “Look Gunnar let’s talk in my office so these kids can get back to work. They come here to better themselves, this is distracting them a little. With that said, Gunnar picked up his water bottle from the side of the bench, and followed Ray into his office. Ray closed the door behind them, and most of the guys went back to working their circuits, and chatting about what had just unfolded before them.

“Gunnar, I know you are upset about your loss in the Tournament. ESPECIALLY after all you have been through in the last two months. You had DGS to deal with, you had the issue at Phase Out, and you have a conniving boss who appears to be taking EVERY opportunity he has to screw you. But you need to remember to keep a clear mind, and not get overly excited. That’s what cost you early matches in your career with WWX.” Ray then sat down at his desk across from Gunnar, who was already seated.

The office wasn’t much more than a janitor’s closet. It was sizable enough to be called an office, but not glamorous in any fashion. The desk Ray sat at was old, once made of wood, and had plenty of scratches and marks on it. There were papers on the desk, but not organized by any measure. An old iMac sat there, with the blue casing, and the paint on the walls was chipped from years of neglect. The only objects in the office that gave Ray any credibility were the signed pictures of many wrestling superstars he had trained and helped get to the next level.

After cooling down, and taking a drink, Gunnar but the water bottle on Ray’s desk and looked at his long time trainer. “Ray, I know I need a clear mind, and I have one. I was working out my frustration there.” Gunnar began to answer back. “I need to do SOMETHING to get me to that next level. I have been training in different martial arts, honing different skills. I defeated the best wrestler WWX has ever seen. I have proven myself in the ring. And yet, I lose cheaply. I have the agility, foresight, and desire to win. But these cheap stabs that have happened as of late, the only way I can see my way past them is with more muscle. I am hands down one of the smallest guys trying to compete in the Heavyweight division.”

Gunnar stopped, exhaling with some relief. He picked up his water to cool down his dry mouth again. Ray sat there looking at Gunnar for a few moments. Then, he leaned back and opened a drawer from his desk. He reached down and pulled out a book, resting it on the table facing Gunnar, and then closing the drawer. “Remember this Gunnar? You wrote this, I have read it countless times, as have many others. It was a top-selling book. THIS is what got you where you were at Hall Of Pain, and THIS is what makes you special and gives you the advantage in the ring.”

The hard-back limited edition book lay quietly on the desk in front of Gunnar. He looked at it, staring uncontrollably remembering when he wrote the book. “Not All Created Equal” was the title. Gunnar leaned over, picking up the book, opening it to the beginning and reading through it briefly.

“You know everyone isn’t the same. Yeah, you are only 6’2, only 215 pounds. That might seem small compared to some of the giants you go toe to toe with in that ring, but look at the current champion. Blaze is just as big as you are, and you BOTH have taken down all the big men WWX has to offer.” Ray spoke with a gentle tone as Gunnar sat there listening and continuing to look through some pages. “Blaze didn’t become champion over night, and he lost it quicker then any ever has. He undoubtedly was screwed. But he didn’t try to change anything, he kept at it, and got his title back, just as you will get yours back.”

Gunnar closed the book and set it down back on the desk. He looked at Ray recalling how long he has trained here, and realizing why he continues to come back. “When you were striving in WWX, and on that hot win streak what were you doing that you haven’t done in months?” Ray asked rhetorically. “You were having fun!” He said, answering his own question. “I haven’t seen a single joke out of you in months! Yeah, I know you were drugged at Phase Out, and lost the sponsorship with WWX, and have been screwed over by James Ranger, but you are making your time in WWX a job! You have a job! I know you were “dismissed from your duties” but you are still a Granderson and everyone knows it! Get to Aftershock and show the world what you are all about!”

Gunnar grew a smile on his face. “You’re right, Ray. I may not be losing it, but I was uneasy. Lochnar is a nutcase right now, freaking out on waitresses and abusing his students. That’s what is going to cost him my Championship.” Gunnar said proudly. “Thanks for the talk, Ray. This is EXACTLY what I needed, and this morning Evelina told me not to come home until I was finished being a dumb ass. I think I’m going to shower and take that beautiful woman out to dinner tonight.”

“That’s what I want to hear Gunnar!” Ray said, grabbing the book from the desk, and putting it back in the drawer. “That book of yours has helped so many others here, I knew your own words would shine light on yourself, champ. I will be watching Aftershock, you know all of us will. I expect to not only see you win your Title back, but to actually ENJOY the show for the first time since November. I don’t know what the Black Mamba is doing, but I’m sure the WWX hasn’t made any money since Hall Of Pain.”

Both men shared a laugh at that comment. Gunnar arose from his chair, and opened the door. The men training in the gym heard the door creek open, and all turned to have a look. Gunnar looked back out at the lot smiling; the men all tuned back to their work once that noticed they were caught spying. Gunnar looked back at Ray just before he left. “No worries, I have something planned for yous now.” His jersey accent sounding obvious. “It will be fun again, I promise. That’s what the fans want, and that’s what I want! I will make sure Lochnar has something to CHOKE ON! Haha”

Gunnar laughed as he left, leaving the door opened. Ray leaned back with a pleasant smile on his face. He then looked up at the wall holding all the pictures of past wrestling stars that have trained there. He gave great attention to the picture of Gunnar Granderson. It was a shot just after Hall Of Pain when he unified the International and North American Championships. Gunnar was smiling with the International Title hanging over his shoulder. The signature read “Thanks for all the years of hard work Ray, Gunnar”

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]]> Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:14:39 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/umm.html http://wwxonline.com/umm.html
I do believe the Aftershock Deadline has passed, has it not? If this is true, why am I still seeing more Aftershock RP's being thrown up?


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]]> Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:26:43 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/time-with-the-lost-ones.html http://wwxonline.com/time-with-the-lost-ones.html
[The camera comes to life in a fog covered classic New Orleans Cemetery. Chris Sanders leads his camera crew through the assorted mausoleums through the fog a figure can be seen.]

Sanders: I think that's him.
Camera Guy: Why does he pick these creepy ass locations?

[They move towards the figure when a voice from their right causes them to start and turn.]

Voice: I wouldn't approach that one if I were you.

[The camera swings to the right, and there through the mist comes The Lost Soul.]

Soul: There are many who wander this place that wish only peace. That is why I came here.

[The camera quickly swings back left but the figure disappears around one of the monuments. The camera comes back to Chris and Soul.]

Sanders: I don't mean to rush you but this is a bit...

[Soul's eyes narrow.]

Soul: Creepy? You can say it Chris, this isn't everyone's idea of fun, but I enjoy spending time with the wanderers.

Sanders: Yes it is creepy.

Soul: You might say it's almost as creepy as Nick Mason. I just don't understand guys like him. Two matches in, gets thrown on a Pay Per View and he's hyping his undefeated streak.

[Soul Shakes his head.]

Soul: It's sad really. This kid builds himself up only to get knocked down. His win streak ends at Aftershock, either TA puts him down, or I get the pleasure of it.

Sanders: He is quite confident of his skills.

Soul: You know what else bothers me? I issued a triple A challenge when I won this belt and NO ONE accepted. Then management throws these three jokers at me.

Sanders: They've all shown something.

Soul: Yes, their ignorance in going up against me. Mason, part of me hopes you do manage to pin TA, if for no other reason than I'll get to give you your first loss. And don't worry, even if you don't make it through TA, I'll give you a Triple A shot... someday.

[Soul chuckles. Sanders and the camera man shiver.]

Soul: They don't like laughter here. This is a place of calm, I would do well to remember that.

[Soul leads the crew towards the entrance.]

Soul: You know, I've been focusing on the Triple A title the last few days and haven't heard a word from the burnt match. Other than these young guys claiming they're going to soften me up for Blaze.

[They reach the gate and are met by a small child who appears out of the mist. Soul drops to one knee and speaks softly for a moment' before the child runs off into the mist, laughing loudly.
Soul rises.]

Soul: Guess not all of them dislike laughter.

[As they exit the cemetery the fog begins to lift. Soul turns to face the camera.]

Soul: Blaze, Alexander, Mason, even The specialist. NO ONE is going to stop me from walking out of that arena with The Triple A Title and the IWA Heavyweight championship. That's no prediction from a fortune teller, that is a promise.

[FTB]

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]]> Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:22:24 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/looking-to-return.html http://wwxonline.com/looking-to-return.html
Hey guys! I am looking to make a return with the Canadian Hammer who should i contact for this?


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]]> Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:38:04 +0000 http://wwxonline.com/toasting-for-the-new-justice.html http://wwxonline.com/toasting-for-the-new-justice.html
[we see Phoenix Mann, Black Tiger, Dark Tortoise and Great Wyvern having dinner in a fancy Chinese buffet]

PM: Eat all you can eat, brothers! The dinner's on me.

DT: Wow. Thanks, chief.

GW: Yeah, thanks.

BT: (expressionlessly)Care for a drink, brothers?

GW & DT: Yeah.

DT: Some beer may be good.

BT: Okay, I'll be right back. (leaves the table)

PM: So, what brings you here?

DT: Oh, we just had a SAW show here. What are YOU doing at WWX?

PM: Well, I have "business" to take care of.

GW: What is it?

PM: Do you remember that idiot called the Korean Dragon?

DT: Oh that heroic SOB? Yeah I do.

GW: Me too.

PM: Well, as you may know, we were disappointed on how he took all the glory. Sure, he is amazing in ring. Oh yes, no doubt about that, no, not at all. But, the guy who made us swore to "restore justice in the wrestling world,"

(DT and GW snort and laugh briefly)

PM: Yeah, it's just damn stupid. (notices BT coming back) Oh he's back. Good. (back to GW and DT) Well, the guy who supported "justice" made us look like fools. He gathered his followers... and no-one in the SAW fan community gave us credit except for him. He was the only hero of justice. HE was the only one who "brought justice to the ring." Not us. That taught a lesson: in order to be a true hero, you need to be cunning and powerful. None of that stupid "loyalty" "respect" dumb stuff.

GW: Yeah, who needs 'em? They're just dull and stupid.

(BT hands out beer cups to the Brothers)

PM: Yeah, plain stupid, but do you know that he also tried to make a puppet of his own? And it was not one of us. So we decided to take over the control and use him to ruin the Dragon, once and for all.

DT: Well- (gulp) who was it?

PM: It was Tanno, the Orange Monarch.

[all Brothers, except for Tiger, burst out laughing really hard]

GW: Ohoho! *sniff* Oh my God.. that stupid Dutch who always wore that stupid orange trunks and wristbands?

PM: Yeah, him. (in a mocking tone) "Hey look at me! I'm the hero of Netherlands! I even wear orange costumes! And I'm so cool that I hang out with Korean Dragon!"

DT: He's just a newbie!

PM: Yeah! That's why he was so gullible to our actions! Y'know, when we mocked the Netherlands and phony-promoted "Kimchi power." That was a good start for our scheme, because although the Monarch was a newbie, he was surely a rising star. That gullible kid now mistrusts Korean Dragon. Poor fool! If only he had known the WHOLE truth!

(the brothers drink)

PM: (seriously) Well, there are problems, though. The once stupid newbie is now quite a big star in WWX. And, he now knows most of the truth.

DT: Why would that be a problem?

PM: Those stupid WWX Universe jerks will not try to accept the new justice, you moron.

DT: Oh. Yeah, that.. that is a problem, indeed.

PM: (slamming the table with a fist) DAMN IT! And just to think that we were so close to our goal! (glowering at the brothers angrily)Now WHOSE BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO TROLL THE DRAGON DIRECTLY?

GW: (raises hand after a long pause)

PM: (slaps GW) You idiot! You almost ruined our plan!

GW: Did I? How?

PM: You ultimately gave out the clue of the truth for Tanno!

GW: (sheepish) Oh.

PM: (calming himself down) Well, it's okay.. the truth is to revealed at some point, anyway.. Well, there's still hope. Even better, we could feel the joy of destroying the enemy by ourselves!

DT: What?

PM: Tiger and I got a tag team match against Korean Dragon and Tanno. Just think about it! They are a team now, but Tanno still doubts Dragon, which would result in a lack of teamwork! What's a tag team without teamwork?

GW: Yeah...

PM: Then we can smash them easily. Easy preys. In addition, it seems that the guest referee has a grudge against the Dragon. Well, guess what? That Korean Dragon kid could be facing four enemies! Let's see those great wrestling skills save himself from THAT!

(PM, GW and DT laugh.)

(the Brothers raise their drinking glasses)

PM: Well, let's make a toast for the new Wrestling Justice, where power and scheming rules!

(four beer glasses cling together)

[FTB]





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-=February 8, 1994=-
-=Holy Cross Cemetery=-
-=Lackawanna, New York=-

((Cameras open up outside on a cold, snowy February afternoon. Tombstones fill the scene as it becomes apparent that we are in a cemetery. There is a long line of cars stretching nearly half a mile, at the front of the line is a black hearse. There is a funeral that is in session to the right of the hearse, the casket is still elevated for everyone to see and the crowd surrounding the casket is dressed in black. As cameras get closer to the group, you can find a young Blaine Evans sitting in the front row next to his mother Teresa and his older brother Tony. The three of them are dressed in their nicest black dress clothes and all three have tears running down their face. A priest is standing in front of the casket leading the service and turns to his left where he looks at the Evans family.))

Priest: At this time Robert’s oldest son Anthony would like to read a poem.

((People at the funeral begin to look at one another as a teenage Tony Evans gets up and walks to the front of the casket, his younger brother Blaine follows him as the two stand side by side in front of their fathers casket. Both boys look at one another before they lock hands and look up at the crowd.))

Tony: First of all, thank you all for coming.

((The camera pans to Teresa Evans who is now sobbing uncontrollably as she watches her two children standing in front of her husband’s casket.))

Tony: I cannot say, and I will not say that he is dead. He is just away!

((Tony pauses as tears continue to roll down his face the sight of Tony’s tears invokes tears from the strongest of men at the funeral.))

Tony: With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, he has wandered into an unknown land. He’s left us dreaming how very fair it needs must be, since he lingers there. And you, oh you, who the wildest yearn, for the old-time step and the glad return.

((Blaine wraps his arms around his brother’s waist to help hide his tears from the rest of the funeral crowd, an elderly gentleman places his left hand onto Teresa’s shoulder as she turns her head in pain.))

Tony: Think of him faring on, as dear, in the love of there as the love of here; and loyal still, as he gave the blows of his warrior-strength to his country’s foes. Mild and gentle, as he was brave, when the sweetest love of his life he gave.

((Tony pauses again, this time to wrap his left arm around his younger brother; Blaine’s tears can be heard from a distance as his body is shaking.))

Tony: To simple things: where the violets grew, blue as the eyes they were likened to, the touches of his hands have strayed as reverently as his lips have prayed. When the little brown thrust that harshly chirred was dear to him as the mocking bird. And he pitied as much as a man in pain, a writhing honey bee wet with rain.

((Tony looks up and cautiously looks around at the group who has been watching him, he looks at his mother Teresa and gives her a kind smile, she smiles back while trying to fight back the tears.))

Tony: Think of him still as the same, I say! He is not dead, he is just away!

((Tony wraps both arms around Blaine before lifting him up and putting him over his shoulder, Tony walks away from the casket as Blaine stares at it, Tony begins walking towards his mother.))

Evans: I love you daddy!

((Blaine’s words leave his mouth as more tears continue to fall down his face, several people within ear shot of Blaine’s words get choked up as the young boy looks back at his father’s casket.))
============================================
-=February 5, 2012=-
-=Tattoo Don’s Nickel City Tattoo’s=-
-=Buffalo, New York=-

***DING!***

“BLAINE!”

((The voice of the elder Evans brother, Tony can be heard as cameras begin rolling. Blaine walks through the door of Tony’s tattoo parlor and is warmly greeted by his older brother who is waiting with open arms. Both men are dressed in black suits, something that is clearly out of their comfort zone. Tony’s long black and grey beard is gone and has been removed with gentle scruff, his long black hair is slicked back and into a pony tail while Blaine’s neon green mohawk has disappeared and is replaced with a matted down comb-over of sorts, in his best attempt to hide his mohawk.))

Tony: How’re you doing today?

Evans: Doing alright, you know how it is.

Tony: Are you ready for Aftershock?

Evans: Is that really what you’re concerned about right now?

((Tony gives an ugly snare to his younger brother who is obviously on edge, Blaine notices the look and takes a step closer to Tony.))

Tony: Come on, Blaine! You know that visiting dad is my top priority right now, but you are always up there, you’ve always been. Anyways, I’m just waiting for mom to show up with Ava and Jacob.

Evans: I get it, sorry, I’m just a little on edge today. You know how I get, and to be honest I’ve been bugging out about Aftershock.

Tony: You kidding me? What’s got your mind?

Evans: I’m just ready to get into the ring. I’m getting tired with the cameras following me all week long. More than anything I want to get inside that ring take on Max Siegel and Tommy Lipton and see what happens. This tournament has finally gotten to me; this whole thing has been nothing but a test, a test to see who has it in them to endure the physical and mental abuse that the chase for the IWA World Heavyweight Championship puts on a man. Physically, I’ve been able to answer the bell each and every time, until today I thought I’ve been able to do it mentally as well. But Tony, I’m just ready to get in the ring and fight. I’ve been waiting for this chance for my entire life.

((Tony looks at Blaine before shaking his head, he turns away from Blaine and walks to the mini-fridge that’s sitting against the wall. Tony pulls out two bottles of water and tosses one to Blaine.))

Tony: You think you’re the only person who’s being mentally tested? Look at your opponents, there’s Max Siegel who thinks he’s a Hollywood star and Tommy Lipton who is busy having conversations with himself, those guys are legitimately nuts!

((Blaine twists off the top to the bottle of water and takes a quick swig.))

Evans: Hollywood or not, Max Siegel has a mean streak. In both of his matches he’s gone out of his way to try and injure his opponents, we’re not talking about doing what it takes to get the victory either, this guy was trying to literally take his opponents out. He’s another new guy that’s trying to make a name for himself; Aftershock would be the perfect stage for him to do that. He’s always talking about making people famous, at Aftershock he could do the unthinkable, he could make himself famous!

Tony: Come on, Blaine! Listen to yourself! You’ve been the most successful guy in the WWX since you’ve arrived! You just don’t lose! You beat the Lost Soul! You need to quit doubting yourself and look at what you’ve accomplished you’ve got this tournament in the bag! You just need to relax a little bit and put things into perspective.

Evans: I wish it was that easy, Tony. When I step into that ring at Aftershock I will be going against two men that will do whatever it takes to walk out the winner. Tommy Lipton and Max Siegel both want to be named the number one contender to the IWA World Heavyweight Championship. Heck, everyone in the company wants that honor. Before the match I will be walking amongst tons of wrestlers that wish they were in the position I am, this tournament has been going on for two months now, the IWA World Heavyweight Championship is the most prestigious belt in the history of the WWX, there’s no bigger honor that getting a chance to compete for that belt. Trust me Tony, Aftershock is going to be anything but an ordinary match.

***DING! ***

((The door to the tattoo parlor opens as a young man with short blonde hair walks into the parlor. Blaine and Tony look at one another before Tony walks towards the blonde man.))

Tony: Sorry, we’re closed.

Man: But I need a tattoo.

Tony: Today’s not the day, we’re closed.

((The blonde looks at Tony with disappointment before turning around and exiting the tattoo parlor. Blaine and Tony watch the man leave before getting back to their conversation.))

Tony: Blaine, you’ve been talking about becoming the World Heavyweight Champion for as long as I can remember, for a while it was the IWA World Heavyweight Champion then you were talking about being the WWX or WWX World Heavyweight or Global Heavyweight Champion, your desire was changing whenever they changed the name of their top championship.

Evans: This one is different; the IWA World Heavyweight Championship is the best of the best. LEGENDS have held onto this championship, LEGENDS! I want nothing more than the chance to fight for the belt that has been held by the men who helped make the wrestling business what it is today, guys like Jared Grimm and the Living Highlight. I want a SHOT just a SHOT to claim my name to the IWA World Heavyweight Championship, I want a SHOT to make the legends of the business proud.

Tony: Blaine, you don’t have to worry about making the legends of wrestling proud, you’re already doing that. You’ve been fighting with honor, doing it the right way. You’ve made Buffalo proud, you’ve made your company proud, and you’ve made tons of fans proud of who you are. You’re doing just fine. Lipton and Siegel can’t honestly say they’ve fought the fair fight. Both of those guys have fought like cowards, look at Lipton’s past, that man doesn’t know the meaning of a fair fight.

((Blaine looks at his older brother and takes a minute to let Tony’s words fully sink in, for this moment it looks as if Blaine thinks Tony could be right. That moment quickly comes to an end as Blaine is quick to counter Tony’s comments.))

Evans: But that’s the problem Tony, people don’t see it the way you do. Guys like Lipton are not only cheered they are adored in this industry. For some reason you can stab your friends in the back, take shortcuts, cheat, whatever it takes and you are considered the Mister WWX. I’ve done nothing but do things in what I consider the right way and you know what, I’ve been able to get this far, but look at Siegel and Lipton, they are right here with me.

((Blaine stops and takes a drink from his bottle of water.))

Evans: Tommy Lipton is a seven time World Champ, the guy knows what it takes to make it to the top of the mountain. While he might not be able to remember each victory, his name has been etched on the top prize seven times. Some people are lucky to get seven matches in this company yet alone seven World titles. Tommy’s going to bring his A-game, there’s no doubt about that. His resurrected friendship with Darkness will only help make him deadlier, Tommy’s a guy that doesn’t need allies, when he has them it only makes him that much more dangerous.

Tony: You know I’ll join you at ringside if you think you’re gonna need the extra help.

((Blaine starts laughing at the thought of Tony coming to the ring with him.))

Tony: What’s so funny?

Evans: Nothing.

Tony: You know I could whip your @ss if I wanted to!

Evans: Whatever.

Tony: So is Lipton really that bad of a guy?

Evans: I don’t know the guy personally, so I can’t tell you if he’s a bad guy or not, but I do know that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top. The guy doesn’t care how it looks he just wants to get the job done and when you look at his track record it’s been working. Tommy’s not afraid to manipulate people and he’s sure not afraid to bend the rules, call it what you want it’s just the way he is.

Tony: Are you saying you're afraid of this Lipton guy?

((Tony's question shocks Blaine.))

Evans: NO.

Tony: So you're afraid of this Max Siegel character?

Evans: Get real, Tony!

Tony: So why the lack of confidence?

Evans: You’ve got to be kidding me!

((Blaine rolls his eyes and turns his head from Tony to show his disappointment, as he turns back he sees his older brother who is smiling at him.))

Evans: What’s so funny?

Tony: (Still laughing) It’s just funny that after all these years I can still get you worked up.

Evans: I’m just not in the mood to joke right now; Aftershock is the biggest match of my career. Can I beat Lipton and Siegel? Yeah, but I’m also smart enough to recognize that both men are extremely hungry and willing to do whatever it takes to win. These guys think they live in the clouds on Mount Olympus, as mere mortals we’re supposed to be appreciative that they would even grace us with their presence. Lipton and Siegel are one in the same, that’s why I’m so on edge.

***DING!***

“UNCLE BLAINE!”

((As the bell rings the door opens and two young children come running in the room towards Blaine, Blaine gets down to his knees and extends his arms as the little boy and little girl go running into his arms. Blaine wraps his arms around both of the little kids and lifts them into the air before spinning them around, in the background Blaine’s mother, Teresa Evans can be seen looking at Blaine and his older brother Tony.))
============================================
-=February 5, 2012=-
-=Holy Cross Cemetery=-
-=Lackawanna, New York=-

“Robert Tyler Evans”

((Blaine and Tony’s father’s name is the first thing you see as the cameras open to a shot of Robert Evans’ tombstone, right underneath his name his birth and death date can be found “April 25, 1962-December 8, 1994”. Blaine, Tony, and their mother Teresa are all kneeling next to Robert’s tombstone. Teresa has flowers in her hand as she does her best to hold back the tears, Tony’s two children Ava and Jacob, are standing behind their father unsure of what to do. Blaine, who is in the middle of his brother and mother, has locked hands with both Tony and Teresa.))

Teresa: I wish your father was still with us, he would be so proud of the two of you.

((Without saying a word Blaine and Tony look at one another and just smile, Tony gets up and moves to the other side of his mother as both of the brothers embrace Teresa with a hug.))

((FTB))

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--Fifth Year--
-Act One-
Chapter 11
The Plague Inside Me


-February 1st 2012-
-12:01 EST-
-University Medical Center-
New York, NY-
-Executive board meeting in the conference room of the Center-

[The scene opens up in a conference room where a large table is placed with suited men and women surrounding it.
At the front of this room Doctor Crowder stands next to a LCD 40 inch TV. In his right hand is the remote to the TV, in his left hand is a point stick. The TV is playing Tommy Liptons fatal four way match that took place on the most recent Fury.]

Doc: And let's pause it here. You see his face, Sucio is applying pressure and my patient is just taking it and laughing! If we fast forward, hold on...

[Doctor Crowder lowers the 'pointy' and fast forwards the footage. He then hits the pause button again. He again raises the 'pointy' (point stick) and he slaps the TV.]

Doc: Look here gentlemen, Tommy Lipton is talking to himself and slapping himself.

[The good Doctor Steve Crowder hits the play button so the footage may be seen by his colleagues as well as the head master of the Medical Center. An older man, the head of the Medical Center in a nice threaded suit rises to his feet.]

Head honcho: Doctor, what is your point? We agreed when you got the results back from the patients Brain probe you could bring him back here. I am aware you expect the results in a matter of days?

Doc: John, the results are back, I got them this morning.

John: So, let's bring him back for some more tests, I'm taking it from your stand here that you feel he needs to return.

Doc: John, not just he needs to come back, but I want him under close supervision, and he needs to remain here.
If you catch his recent displays on TV, his 'promos' as they call them.

Woman: I think because that is what they are.

[The woman smiles smugly and sits down.]

Doc: Listen, my patient is suffering with a clear split personality disorder and he is dangerous to others, he's delusional, John I think it is best we bring him in right away.

[Another man in a suit stands up to object.]

Man: Listen Steve, I know you two have become buddy's during his stay here, and by all means I am not arguing you professional diagnoses, but, Tommy Lipton's boss, James Ranger is not about to drop Tommy Lipton, a man who is main eventing this weekends Pay Per View against the two newer stars in the Fed, Blaine and Max. James is not just going to give Tommy up and say, OK, take him and I don't mind my main event ruined...

[The table of people looks at the man who just spoke his opinion.]

Man: What? I follow WWX so what.

John: Doctor Tully, a few of us follow the sport, and Steve, Dan is right, James Ranger made it clear from the start he is not just going to let Tommy have time off. Tommy Lipton is under a contract.

Doc: Listen, I know Mr. Ranger is not going to okay this. BUT, we do have more power than the WWX. If voted here and now to have Tommy return and taken out of active duty in INTEREST of Tommy Lipton's mental health, James Ranger will be unable to go against us, nor will Pendragon the current acting CEO for that matter.

[A woman speaks up.]

Woman: Sure, but it will take at least a week or more, James Ranger will have a second opinion and well you know how it goes.

Doc: Susan, then we just grab Tommy.

John: Grab him?

Doc: Yes, we will ask Tommy to come in, if he refuses, we will involve Law Enforcement.

Dan Tully: Well, that may work. Mr. Ranger is away right now, and the winner of Tommy Lipton's match will be named Intern GM.

Doc: So while James Ranger is away, this will make are job easy, and John, there is NO way we can let my patient be in any place of power.
John, it's simple, he's a danger to others AND himself. We can not let him perform in this match. ... It's in my patient's best interest to bring him in as soon as possible.

Dan: You know I do have to say he probably won't just come in.

Doc: Well he trusts me so I really don't foresee a problem.

John: You say this match he has coming up is huge, I think he may not just give it up.

Dan: No way he will! Tommy Lipton is not the kind of person who just walks away from a match that offers so much reward. Have you been watching his promos? He won't give this weekend's match up.
And if I can speak frankly...

John: Go ahead Dan.

Dan: When Tommy Lipton woke up, just over a month ago, remember what he believed Steve? John? He thought this was a conspiracy by Black Mamba. He thought it was a trick to keep him out of the ring.

Doc: Yea, I remember, thank god those days are past us, so what is your point Dan?

Dan: He thought he was being purposely kept away from the ring, NOW you want to actually take him out of action. It's sort of funny.

Doc: I don't find any of this funny.

Dan: You know what I mean, and you know what, this idea, grabbing him and forcing him not to compete in a match he's been fighting over a month to get too is nothing but an awful idea. He will believe that in fact his memory loss, maybe even this disorder is a conspiracy after all. You obviously know he isn't thinking right.

Doc: And Dan, that is WHY I want him brought in, because he isn't right!

[The good Doctor raises his voice to let his point be once again proven. The good Doctor then looks at John.]

Dan: I say we let him compete and then we bring him in, at least then if he wins he has a title shot to look forward too when he's better again.

Doc: Oh, that is great, but what if some thing goes wrong? What if he goes nuts and maybe kills some one?! John, my patient, Tommy Lipton attacked guards, this facility's employees when we first confronted him with the truth... When he snaps he has no concern for others well beings. And if he wins, then he is General Manager, in charge of a multi-million dollar show!

John: Okay, okay. Bring him in... Dan?

Dan: Okay... But I still think we could have waited. But, I trust Doctor Crowder's professional opinion. It is in fact his Patient.

John: Any Objections?



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-February 2nd 2012-
-22:00 HRS-
-Doctor Crowder's Office-

[The good doctor sets the scene with an impatient tapping of his pinky on his desk top.
You can see his many certificates, diplomas and degrees mounted on the wall.
When his phone rang he immediately picked it up, like a hunter pouncing on its prey.]

Doc: Hello?! Sergeant, thanks for calling me back. ... I need him brought in Sergeant, I just talked to him and he's not safe.

...
...
Okay, contact them and I will meet you there.

[The Doctor hangs up the phone.]

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-February 3rd 2012-

: This is dispatch, you're free to proceed. :

*I love my Diablo, its great! It looks good, it sounds good, and it's great for out running authorities. Thankfully I'm over the Border. My thoughts are that Customs wouldn't go so well. So flying around the corner sirens and lights following me thanks to my worse half getting me into trouble!*

TL: Thanks! Thanks a whole lot!

*I hear the voices of the pursuing Police.*

V/O: Tommy Lipton, this is the Louisiana State Police!

TL: You're lucky it's Super Bowl Weekend, the Police are busy!
Just two cruisers it looks like!

*I check the rear view mirror to double check. Two Cruisers are on my tail pointing for me to pull over,
Yea, Right!*

TL: I don't need this, not this week! I already have Blaine Evans and Max Siegel.
These two are coming hard, on my tail just like these two cruisers.
They want to catch me, these Officers I mean, but so do Blaine and Max.
They hope that this Weekend's main event will favor them. They are hoping to catch me and put me off my game. I get that, I am probably the biggest threat of this match but a favorite?

*I look in the mirror at the two cop cars chasing me down.*

TL: I don't feel like any ones favorite. I let the Doc down, I let this thing get the better of me.
Now approaching the Finales of this Tournament, this thing who said would help me, has me in one hellav a jam!

"Shut up you whiny B***H!"

*Grabbing my head thanks to the newest migraine that came on, it wasn't the best idea as I swerve a bit and get bumped by one of the two cars.*

TL: Gawd Dam@! This guys right on my A$$!
I'm sure Max will be on my a$$ this weekend, he seems to be a DGS Worshipper!
Hyping Dave up so much with such crap backing it! I don't recall DGS but after hearing his name brought up so much, I had to check this guy out. Your facts are way off!
I beat him 4 of 4 times in one year! It was something like that!
Never the less, as much as this fan child of David GS' wants to believe, I am anything but a stepping stone.

*The second cruiser swipes my car, and I expect him to pay for the damage! Just as I will make Blaine pay for trying to take what I worked hard for; it was a long road, and the road ends this weekend, and then the highway for the IWA Title begins!
This road is not long though! A sign marking dead end passes and I pull a U-Turn causing to Cruisers to speed right by and slamming on the break as my U-Turn drifts nicely and I speed off as I check my rear view watching them actually bump into each other. They once again engage me.*

TL: Come On!
Come on baby do me right!!

*Yes I talked to my car, but when two tough Officers who just won't quit are after you, you will do about anything to make sure you win.
It also brings Max Siegel and Blaine Evans to mind. These two got to the finales, I'm not however impressed all that much by how they got here. I on the other hand faced off against a tough WMD with some guy Loco watching his back. I won though, thats what matters. I then faced Krimzon and Stout in an impossible handi-cap match! In case Max or Blaine missed that, I won. Even some Lance guy came out to aid them but come on I faced the IWA champion in a handi cap match and STILL here I stand!
Then last week, a fatal four way against two giants, and the Abstract Wrestler, Sucio, a man who has earned my respect, and if I didn't already have it, I now do have his respect too.
So here I am, in the danger zone, with an earned right to be in the finals with two State Troopers on my a$$ and two still despite what I just said, still tough opponents.
What a week!*

"It's Doctor Crowder to blame for all of this, he wants us committed, and he wants to ruin us in our moment of Triumph!"

TL: It was all you, all me what EVER! This migraine is killing me! Just-

"A man needs to stand up! That's why we are here!"

*Again I was lost in the darkness that is this evil thing that has come up and clutched control of me.
The speeders didn't have a chance, this thing is not rational, it strikes, and when it does it strikes hard with no regret!
The Diablo slows down shooting back in between the two Cruisers! This thing drives into one Cruiser that is sent off the road and swerves trying to break but ends up flipping and breaking into pieces.*

"Let's call that one Max!"

*Then again the Diablo driven by, this plague that lives within me smashes into the other Cruiser causing it to go off the road and into some steel fencing. Breaking to a halt the chase is done, I got through, and I remain on my path to get something great; the win of the James Ranger Invitational and the IWA Championship belt.*

"And that one I'll call Blaine!"


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--Fifth Year--
-Act One-
Chapter 11
The Plague In Me


-February 1st 2012-
-12:01 EST-
-University Medical Center-
New York, NY-
-Executive board meeting in the conference room of the Center-

[The scene opens up in a conference room where a large table is placed with suited men and women surrounding it.
At the front of this room Doctor Crowder stands next to a LCD 40 inch TV. In his right hand is the remote to the TV, in his left hand is a point stick. The TV is playing Tommy Liptons fatal four way match that took place on the most recent Fury.]

Doc: And let's pause it here. You see his face, Sucio is applying pressure and my patient is just taking it and laughing! If we fast forward, hold on...

[Doctor Crowder lowers the 'pointy' and fast forwards the footage. He then hits the pause button again. He again raises the 'pointy' (point stick) and he slaps the TV.]

Doc: Look here gentlemen, Tommy Lipton is talking to himself and slapping himself.

[The good Doctor Steve Crowder hits the play button so the footage may be seen by his colleagues as well as the head master of the Medical Center. An older man, the head of the Medical Center in a nice threaded suit rises to his feet.]

Head honcho: Doctor, what is your point? We agreed when you got the results back from the patients Brain probe you could bring him back here. I am aware you expect the results in a matter of days?

Doc: John, the results are back, I got them this morning.

John: So, let's bring him back for some more tests, I'm taking it from your stand here that you feel he needs to return.

Doc: John, not just he needs to come back, but I want him under close supervision, and he needs to remain here.
If you catch his recent displays on TV, his 'promos' as they call them.

Woman: I think because that is what they are.

[The woman smiles smugly and sits down.]

Doc: Listen, my patient is suffering with a clear split personality disorder and he is dangerous to others, he's delusional, John I think it is best we bring him in right away.

[Another man in a suit stands up to object.]

Man: Listen Steve, I know you two have become buddy's during his stay here, and by all means I am not arguing you professional diagnoses, but, Tommy Lipton's boss, James Ranger is not about to drop Tommy Lipton, a man who is main eventing this weekends Pay Per View against the two newer stars in the Fed, Blaine and Max. James is not just going to give Tommy up and say, OK, take him and I don't mind my main event ruined...

[The table of people looks at the man who just spoke his opinion.]

Man: What? I follow WWX so what.

John: Doctor Tully, a few of us follow the sport, and Steve, Dan is right, James Ranger made it clear from the start he is not just going to let Tommy have time off. Tommy Lipton is under a contract.

Doc: Listen, I know Mr. Ranger is not going to okay this. BUT, we do have more power than the WWX. If voted here and now to have Tommy return and taken out of active duty in INTEREST of Tommy Lipton's mental health, James Ranger will be unable to go against us, nor will Pendragon the current acting CEO for that matter.

[A woman speaks up.]

Woman: Sure, but it will take at least a week or more, James Ranger will have a second opinion and well you know how it goes.

Doc: Susan, then we just grab Tommy.

John: Grab him?

Doc: Yes, we will ask Tommy to come in, if he refuses, we will involve Law Enforcement.

Dan Tully: Well, that may work. Mr. Ranger is away right now, and the winner of Tommy Lipton's match will be named Intern GM.

Doc: So while James Ranger is away, this will make are job easy, and John, there is NO way we can let my patient be in any place of power.
John, it's simple, he's a danger to others AND himself. We can not let him perform in this match. ... It's in my patient's best interest to bring him in as soon as possible.

Dan: You know I do have to say he probably won't just come in.

Doc: Well he trusts me so I really don't foresee a problem.

John: You say this match he has coming up is huge, I think he may not just give it up.

Dan: No way he will! Tommy Lipton is not the kind of person who just walks away from a match that offers so much reward. Have you been watching his promos? He won't give this weekend's match up.
And if I can speak frankly...

John: Go ahead Dan.

Dan: When Tommy Lipton woke up, just over a month ago, remember what he believed Steve? John? He thought this was a conspiracy by Black Mamba. He thought it was a trick to keep him out of the ring.

Doc: Yea, I remember, thank god those days are past us, so what is your point Dan?

Dan: He thought he was being purposely kept away from the ring, NOW you want to actually take him out of action. It's sort of funny.

Doc: I don't find any of this funny.

Dan: You know what I mean, and you know what, this idea, grabbing him and forcing him not to compete in a match he's been fighting over a month to get too is nothing but an awful idea. He will believe that in fact his memory loss, maybe even this disorder is a conspiracy after all. You obviously know he isn't thinking right.

Doc: And Dan, that is WHY I want him brought in, because he isn't right!

[The good Doctor raises his voice to let his point be once again proven. The good Doctor then looks at John.]

Dan: I say we let him compete and then we bring him in, at least then if he wins he has a title shot to look forward too when he's better again.

Doc: Oh, that is great, but what if some thing goes wrong? What if he goes nuts and maybe kills some one?! John, my patient, Tommy Lipton attacked guards, this facility's employees when we first confronted him with the truth... When he snaps he has no concern for others well beings. And if he wins, then he is General Manager, in charge of a multi-million dollar show!

John: Okay, okay. Bring him in... Dan?

Dan: Okay... But I still think we could have waited. But, I trust Doctor Crowder's professional opinion. It is in fact his Patient.

John: Any Objections?



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-February 2nd 2012-
-22:00 HRS-
-Doctor Crowder's Office-

[The good doctor sets the scene with an impatient tapping of his pinky on his desk top.
You can see his many certificates, diplomas and degrees mounted on the wall.
When his phone rang he immediately picked it up, like a hunter pouncing on its prey.]

Doc: Hello?! Sergeant, thanks for calling me back. ... I need him brought in Sergeant, I just talked to him and he's not safe.

...
...
Okay, contact them and I will meet you there.

[The Doctor hangs up the phone.]

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-February 3rd 2012-

: This is dispatch, you're free to proceed. :

*I love my Diablo, its great! It looks good, it sounds good, and it's great for out running authorities. Thankfully I'm over the Border. My thoughts are that Customs wouldn't go so well. So flying around the corner sirens and lights following me thanks to my worse half getting me into trouble!*

TL: Thanks! Thanks a whole lot!

*I hear the voices of the pursuing Police.*

V/O: Tommy Lipton, this is the Louisiana State Police!

TL: You're lucky it's Super Bowl Weekend, the Police are busy!
Just two cruisers it looks like!

*I check the rear view mirror to double check. Two Cruisers are on my tail pointing for me to pull over,
Yea, Right!*

TL: I don't need this, not this week! I already have Blaine Evans and Max Siegel.
These two are coming hard, on my tail just like these two cruisers.
They want to catch me, these Officers I mean, but so do Blaine and Max.
They hope that this Weekend's main event will favor them. They are hoping to catch me and put me off my game. I get that, I am probably the biggest threat of this match but a favorite?

*I look in the mirror at the two cop cars chasing me down.*

TL: I don't feel like any ones favorite. I let the Doc down, I let this thing get the better of me.
Now approaching the Finales of this Tournament, this thing who said would help me, has me in one hellav a jam!

"Shut up you whiny B***H!"

*Grabbing my head thanks to the newest migraine that came on, it wasn't the best idea as I swerve a bit and get bumped by one of the two cars.*

TL: Gawd Dam@! This guys right on my A$$!
I'm sure Max will be on my a$$ this weekend, he seems to be a DGS Worshipper!
Hyping Dave up so much with such crap backing it! I don't recall DGS but after hearing his name brought up so much, I had to check this guy out. Your facts are way off!
I beat him 4 of 4 times in one year! It was something like that!
Never the less, as much as this fan child of David GS' wants to believe, I am anything but a stepping stone.

*The second cruiser swipes my car, and I expect him to pay for the damage! Just as I will make Blaine pay for trying to take what I worked hard for; it was a long road, and the road ends this weekend, and then the highway for the IWA Title begins!
This road is not long though! A sign marking dead end passes and I pull a U-Turn causing to Cruisers to speed right by and slamming on the break as my U-Turn drifts nicely and I speed off as I check my rear view watching them actually bump into each other. They once again engage me.*

TL: Come On!
Come on baby do me right!!

*Yes I talked to my car, but when two tough Officers who just won't quit are after you, you will do about anything to make sure you win.
It also brings Max Siegel and Blaine Evans to mind. These two got to the finales, I'm not however impressed all that much by how they got here. I on the other hand faced off against a tough WMD with some guy Loco watching his back. I won though, thats what matters. I then faced Krimzon and Stout in an impossible handi-cap match! In case Max or Blaine missed that, I won. Even some Lance guy came out to aid them but come on I faced the IWA champion in a handi cap match and STILL here I stand!
Then last week, a fatal four way against two giants, and the Abstract Wrestler, Sucio, a man who has earned my respect, and if I didn't already have it, I now do have his respect too.
So here I am, in the danger zone, with an earned right to be in the finals with two State Troopers on my a$$ and two still despite what I just said, still tough opponents.
What a week!*

"It's Doctor Crowder to blame for all of this, he wants us committed, and he wants to ruin us in our moment of Triumph!"

TL: It was all you, all me what EVER! This migraine is killing me! Just-

"A man needs to stand up! That's why we are here!"

*Again I was lost in the darkness that is this evil thing that has come up and clutched control of me.
The speeders didn't have a chance, this thing is not rational, it strikes, and when it does it strikes hard with no regret!
The Diablo slows down shooting back in between the two Cruisers! This thing drives into one Cruiser that is sent off the road and swerves trying to break but ends up flipping and breaking into pieces.*

"Let's call that one Max!"

*Then again the Diablo driven by, this plague that lives within me smashes into the other Cruiser causing it to go off the road and into some steel fencing. Breaking to a halt the chase is done, I got through, and I remain on my path to get something great; the win of the James Ranger Invitational and the IWA Championship belt.*

"And that one I'll call Blaine!"


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OOC: Korean Dragon used with permission.

[We see Tanno and Korean Dragon in a room made out of ebony. A fire is burning in a fireplace on the background. Large paintings are on the walls. The place is clearly owned by a rich person. KD is sitting at an antique table on an antique chair, while Tanno is standing, leaning on the table]

Tanno [gesturing wildly]: Listen Dragon, I want to make one thing clear. I did NOT save you because I like you now. I still don't like you. It wouldn't surprise me if I'd hate you for the rest of your life. But I couldn't stand there and watch you get beaten up. I'm called The Silent Hero for a reason.

KD: It hurts me to see that we're still not friends, but if that's your decision, fine. Know however that we will HAVE to co-operate at Aftershock, whether you like it or not.

Tanno: I'm willing to do that. Though I can easily take out those two traitors, the team of us will work better. There's one thing that worries me though.

KD: You always got something worrying you.

[Tanno suddenly slams the table with his flat hands, and looks KD straight in the eyes]

Tanno: YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU [bleep]ING DISRESPECTFUL BRAT! I CAN ALSO LET YOU GO OUT AGAINST THOSE TWO ON YOUR OWN!

KD: Whoa, relax, relax. You're worried about Stephen PS. I can understand that. But I'm sure that he won't screw us over. After all, he doesn't have any business in this.

[Tanno keeps his pose for a few more seconds, then eases and straightens up, after which he goes to sit himself]

Tanno: ...You insulted him. He might not be wanting to screw me, but perhaps he'll screw you.

KD: I'll agree that he remains an inconstant factor, but why would Xavier-

Tanno: -that's Mr. Pendragon for you.

KD: ...Mr. Pendragon place someone who we can't trust in our match? That would make no sense at all.

Tanno: The world doesn't make sense, Dragon. It makes zero sense.

[Tanno gets a bottle of rum, takes a beer glass, and fills it completely with rum. He then drinks it empty in just one sip, and offers KD some, who refuses with a slightly terrified look on his face. Tanno shrugs and pours himself a second glass of pure rum]

Tanno: Doomsday... is coming.

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As you may have noticed, I've been RP-ing over the past few days. Since I really want to improve myself, could you guys perhaps give me some feedback? It will be really appreciated.

Thanks in advance.

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[We see Tanno in a snowy city, hands on his back. The houses give away that it's Amsterdam. Tanno walks into a dark alley, and stops to talk to the camera]

Tanno: So many have asked... Why, Tanno, why? Why did you save the Korean Dragon? Well, the answer is simple.

[Tanno looks around]

Tanno: Those two douches made one mistake. I'd have believed them when they tried to frame Dragon, if they hadn't been trolling him on his voicemail and with that puppet. NO-ONE impersonates me!

Tanno: But the tide shall turn soon. It's just like this winter...

Tanno: It started out warm, but suddenly got cold and it betrayed our thoughts by suddenly dropping inches of snow. But soon enough, we shall regain territory and the sun shall melt the snow into water, which we can get rid of. You, Far Eastern Sissies, are the winter. Dragon and I, well... we are the sun. we will melt you, so we can get rid of you. That's something you can be sure off.

[Tanno smiles in a creepy way]

Tanno: Doomsday... is coming. And boy, is it coming early.

[Tanno turns around and enters one of the houses in the alley as we fade to black]

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wwx.com has confirmed that Ruthless Russ Riker is the cover man for next months WWX magazine. The fifty nine year old Mauler from Mississippi recently sat down with WWX's own Chris Saunders for an exclusive interview. One of the many topics of discussion in this article is Life on the road as a wrestler, funny ribs pulled in the locker room and what the future holds for the seasoned rookie.


When asked what to expect from the article, Riker gave the following statement.

"You can expect me to slap the taste out of your mouth if you ain't careful son. Feel free to share, chirp, treehug, cyberlink, face poke and fiddle-touch it to your friends, or whatever you crazy kids do now.."

Look for the article to be available online sometime next week.

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wwx.com has confirmed that Ruthless Russ Riker is the cover man for next months WWX magazine. The fifty nine year older Mauler from Mississippi sat recently down with WWX's own Chris Saunders for an exclusive interview. One of the many topics of discussion in this article is Life on the road as a wrestler, funny ribs pulled in the locker room and what the future holds for the seasoned rookie.


When reached for a comment about the article, Riker gave the following statement.

"Share, Chirp, treehug, cyberlink, face poke and fiddle-touch it to your friends, or whatever you crazy kids do now.."

Look for the article to be available online sometime next week.

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