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*the audience members are conversing amongst each other, they're doing so whilst they await the arrival of another BTWF superstar. Dotted across the stand of the arena are vendors selling cotton candy, drinks, popcorn, and anything else to settle the audience members' appetites. Before long, the audience fell silent as the lights dimmed. Vendors tried to find their way around the large arena walkways, as the lights dimmed to almost pure darkness. The crowd was cheering loudly, each knowing another superstar was due to appear any moment now. Soon, the flash made by cameras was the only light left in the arena, and the only sounds were fans cheering aloud as they anxiously awaited someone to come from the locker rooms. Moments later, a soft drum line and bass playing were heard by all within the arena as lyrics soon followed*

Getting, away, getting away, getting away, getting away with murder...

*flares erupted in front of the wrestlers' entrance to the ring as the lights shot on throughout the arena. The hard rock chorus of Papa Roach's Getting Away With Murder, which consists of heavy guitar, bass, and rum lines, blares across the arena as some cheers in the crowd change to jeers for they now know who was about to appear*

I feel irrational,
So confrontational,
To tell the truth again,
I am getting away with murder.

*as the chorus rings in the crowd's ears, Twilight emerges from the back, her usual smile, or as some see it, smirk, never absent from her face. Most audience members cheer louder than they had when the lights dimmed, others, either those who are Tsunami fans or merely dislike Twilight, switched over to jeering as they learned of which superstar had appeared. Fans who reached their hands out were satisfied as the female wrestler high fived them as she descending down the ramp, calmly approaching the ring. As she grew within a few feet from the ring, she ran forward and slid under the bottom rope to gain entrance to the ring. Kneeling in the ring, she closed her eyes and deeply inhaled as if she was breathing off the energy off her fans in the arena*

I drink my drink and I don't even want to.
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to.
I never look back 'cause I don't even want to,
And I don't need to,
Because I'm getting away with murder.

*slowly getting to her feet, she walked to the top right turnbuckle and blew a kiss the crowd. The audience on that side cheered, jeerers present. She jumped from the turnbuckle to the ring's surface, then walked over to the bottom left turnbuckle, taunting as she did before with the same response. Twilight did this with the top left and bottom right turnbuckles, and as she hopped down from the bottom right turnbuckle, the superstar looked below to those outside the ring. A man with headphones on whom usually made sure that the camera's wire didn't get in the way of wrestlers, threw a mic to the female wrestler. Catching it swiftly, she walked toward the center of the ring. The crowd became silent as Getting Away With Murder faded from the speakers, and Twilight cleared her throat to speak*

Well, first off, let's be thankful that guy with the headphones can actually throw. Unlike the last dumbass who practically nailed me in the head with a mic...but I'm not going to go on for 45 minutes on how I hate whoever throws me a mic. I just came out here so one, my fans can hear my voice since no one else here has anything better to say, except maybe "I'm gonna kill you in our match tonight" or some other s**t they won't shut up about. First things first, as you all know four days from now, I'll be facing Spicy...no, that wasn't it. Let's see...Micy, Licy, Dicy... *she snapped her fingers trying to remember the name of her opponent, the crowd chuckling as she did so* Icy! That was it...good ol' Icy Ali. I'd have remembered his name sooner if he actually meant jackshit to me. But I couldn't have gotten to face Ali if not for my good friend, Tsunami, who so generously allowed himself to get his a** handed to him. *the small amount of Tsunami fans cheered at the mention of his name, but jeered at Twilight when she finished her remark*

It's nice and all how he apparently trained for two months in some really run down gym in Jersey, but he forgot one little thing about his punching bag friend there. Punching bags don't fight back, I do, and I kicked your a** right down to when I pinned you via kicking some teeth out of your mouth you so love to run. But I have to admit, something about your little speech in that gym...I didn't know what is was but something kept me in my chair in the locker rooms, to watch the whole thing. I thought about it for a minute, then I realized that the only thing keeping me glued to my TV, was that I was hoping the roof would cave in. I'm sure this is the same with all my fans, no...everyone who watched you drink your little drink and rant about being THE GREATEST SMALL FRY CHAMPION EVER IN A REALLY LOUD VOICE LIKE THIS. *the crowd laughed as Twilight mocked her former opponent, though the jeers still shone through to be heard amidst the laughter* Then there was the match aftermath, my fans were all cheering for me and I was, and still am, psyched as hell to face what's-his-name Ali for the Small Fry Championship. But then, before I start, I'm just pointing out that guys here really get their pride hurt easily. They lose one match and then they throw tantrums. It's called "anger management", and it doesn't cost much...I don't think, but then again I really don't care. Anyway, so Tsunami pulls his special move, some new wave thing or whatever, just because he's so damn pissed off at me. He runs to get a chair, but drops it and leaves. Cheap b*****d, soon as I get my hands on the Small Fry Championship, he's gonna fall fate to Lights Out. Or some other move that'll surely make him act all bitchy about losing, but no one really cares. And last but not least, there's once again...Ali.

*the crowd jeers as the name "Ali" finds its way to their ears* By some miracle, that a*****e became Small Fry Champion. I hope he's had a good run with it, because come Tuesday, he's not gonna have it anymore. That belt will be in my hands, where it belongs, so it'll no longer be disgraced with having "Dikey Ali" on it. This guy's gonna be even more of a pushover than Tsunami, which maybe giving each of them too much credit...but calling either of them less than s**t is giving them too much credit. I promise, for the sake of my fans, that next time I come out here after Tuesday, you'll all be looking at the new, much better, Small Fry Champion. And with that, I'm out.

*lowering her left hand, which she used to hold her mic, she placed her adjacent hand to her lips momentarily, then blew a kiss the crowd in front of her whilst rasing both her hand in the air*

Getting, away, getting away, getting away, getting away with murder...

*Getting Away With Murder kicked in as fans cheered for Twilight's taunt, those who weren't fans of her jeered in unison. Uncurling her fingers, she let the mic drop to the ground as she walked toward the steel steps. She walked down them, smiling as usual*

I feel irrational,
So confrontational,
To tell the truth again,
I am getting away with murder.

*even on her way back to the locker rooms, the female wrestler enthusiastically gave out high fives to any willing fans who held their hands out. She did this with fans on the left and right, before walking back into the middle of the ramp on her ascent into the locker rooms*

I drink my drink and I don't even want to.
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to.
I never look back cause I don't even want to...

*the last words of Getting Away With Murder faded as Twilight walked backstage, her smile ever present with enthusiasm and confidence that she wasn't going to let her fans down on Tuesday*

razz romo:

The Bartron flickers on as the crowd sees their favorite interviewer, Jonny Miller, wandering the hall looking for someone to talk, only to find DarkFyre exiting the CoN personal lockerroom.

Jonny: Mr. Fyre, may we have a word with you?

Fyre: What? (He spoke with an annoyed tone)

Many of our fan's were wondering, what actually happened at the nightclub after Neofighters. Rumors been heard that your and your group were there as well.

Fyre smiled victoriously, knowing his actions are brought out to public.

Fyre: All I can tell you is this. Jaice and Yoshi were jsut at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Just like Seraph will be tomorrow on Madness, wrong place wrong time. *The crowd jeers loudly at this remark* You see, Seraph, you listening to me? I know it's hard with all that gunk of wax in your ear, but listen anyway. On Madness, you choose to face off against me, for what my friends did to your partner. Well guess what? Your partner, Kanyon, was just like Yoshi, just like Jaice, and just like you, at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Because whenever you cross paths with The Children of Nightmares, you're always in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Heheheh.

Jonny: Mr. Fyre, aren't you worried that your action could have upset someone?

Fyre laughs out loud.

Fyre: Worried? Who the ******** should I be worried about? Mukatu? That runt? I've got nothing to worry about.

Jonny: Not even....against........ ArchAngel?

Fans cheered loudly, knowing what The Messenger did to DarkFyre on NeoFighter.

DarkFyre's eyes widening in both fury and hidden fear.

Fyre: What did you just say?!

Jonny: I said that you must be afraid of ArchAngel after he gave you the Armaggedon on......

Fyre: I AM NOT AFRAID OF ANYONE!!

Jonny and the cameraman cringed back from Darkfyre's outburst. Breathing heavily, Fyre turned back to his lockerroom and slammed the door shut, hard. Leaving a bewildered cameraman and interviewer speachless as we fade...to...black.

*We fade in on a dull gray October day, the skies flooded with the eerie white and gray combo of rain clouds. They keep a good portion of light away from the trees whose branches droop slightly and hurl multicolored leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows down to the ground below with the slightest of breezes. The calm but slightly dark moment is observed by none other than the BTWF World Heavyweight Champion, the man who had been robbed of a match, robbed of a main event match last Madness. Twist gazes up at the sky awkwardly, wondering many things, contemplating the fact that his winning streak had been stopped due to the ignorance of someone who he thought was his friend. Steve shakes his head and looks at the ground, the blue hood of his O'Neil hoodie hanging over his head, covering his short blonde hair. He stares down at where his blue Bullhead jeans hang over his Steve Twist custom Nikes, where the ground is covered in leaves and faded grass. Like faded dreams stretched across the world, covering it in a perpetual wasteland. Steve's face is shrouded in darkness from the hoodie blocking the light but cameraman Chang Lo can tell what is thinking. He knows that Steve blames himself for his loss as well, maybe not for losing the match but for not being able to know that TT would do something as incompetent as he had. Steve was a complex person and it was best to let him settle it on his own terms. Almost as though that thought was a cue Steve lifts his head up and begins to speak...*

"Yeah, I've heard the phone calls, the e-mails. 'Dear Steve, I'm so sorry I cost you the match.' Actually scratch that, I haven't heard anything. You want to know why? Well isn't it obvious? If 'The Tiger' can't even figure out that I had the match won before doing his shoddy Tiger whatever onto me and that big stupid guy that pinned me how the hell do you think he could remember what a phone or computer was used for? Better yet could he turn one on?"

*Steve shakes his head to the sides trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to diss TT but what choice did he have? He couldn't just say some BS about 'It's ok dude' when TT screwed up like he did.*

"No, I'm not going to sink down to that incompetent feline's level and start talking bad about him. TT is a good wrestler no doubt. I mean he can climb up a cage and jump off of it...and...climb up a cage and jump off of it. Amazing athleticism there. But really he did beat Demon. The same guy I beat in oh maybe a bit less then 20 minutes in a regular match on Madness. And of course Shady, a person I never had the displeasure of facing...or at least I think that was his name. And of course he beat...well anyway TT is a hell of a guy. I mean look at how he can see potential in people."

*Steve smirks a little bit. It is concealed by his hood but most people can tell that it is there. When Steve gets that sarcastic laugh in his throat it shows he has found another way to rip into his opponent.*

"I mean when I came here to the BTWF I asked for a match. And of course I got one EVENTUALLY against none other than Omega at BloodBath. Most know the Xunkai match was more of an exhibition then a true match but anyway who do you think signed the match for BloodBath? Was it our 'great' general manger 'The Tiger'? No, it wasn't. It was a man who knows talent when he sees it, Mr. Brian Blade."

"But since TT doesn't have that skill down like climbing and jumping off cages I won't use that against him. What he does seem to have down though is ways to make his team lose a match. Dude, I thought you used to be a tag team wrestler so what happened? Guess your brain rusts just like your cages. But enough on the cages. Let's show the people exactly what your blatant stupidity did to me besides cost me a match..."

*Steve throws his hood back to reveal a really back looking bump on his forehead where his head collided with the back of Apolo's. Steve rubs the bump on his head and cringes a bit, the pain running fresh through it. Steve backs away from the camera, looking down at the ground again, trying to keep calm as he continues but losing control of his voice somewhat.*

"Do you see this TT? I know you can, eye of the tiger isn't just some other bullshit thing I'm hoping. No you can see it and it was Apolo's big fat carcass that came crashing down on me thanks to you. But make no mistake about it TT since that is what you seem to be known for. If you screw up like this at MaXimum Carnage you aren't just going to have a bump. You aren't just going to lose your chance to win my BTWF Championship."

*Steve is handed the belt by Chang Lo. He lifts it up and pauses, looking at it. The nameplate across the bottom clearly says Steve Twist and the belt seems well kept like other belts Steve has held.*

"No TT you were right to say that you wouldn't see another Madness because that is a fact right there. I've put people out before and the so called 'King of the Cage' is in no way exempt from this dishonor. You screw up when you're in the ring with me TT, you won't have to worry about making a mistake again because you will be in a wheelchair the rest of your life. No more climbing for TT after that huh? Luckily for you that isn't a threat, unluckily for you that is a FACT, so says Savior's Ordained Inheritor!"

*With that Steve puts the belt on his shoulder. He stares into the camera, his eyes burning with fury. He tilts his head back and looks up at the sky once more. His features begin to become less and less clear though. The area around him slowly starts to close in. And the day slowly fades to nothingness.*

Heat's Spotlight 3 (Apolo- Part II)

Hartman- It's been a week since we heard from The Heat, last time he was here he got brutaly attacked by Apolo, using a steel chain and The Arrow. Apolo left Heat unconsionus and bleeding, with his name signed on the 3 Stages of Hell for Maximun Carnage, after that we didn't knew what happened with him, but today we finally got words from him and he'll be here in just a couple of minutes, what do you think James?

Sharpton- That this is just a big waste of time, im sure he will come out, say that he had all planned and that he will beat Apolo on MXC, so typicall on that rambling mexican, i swear, we need some other dude around, i don't find nor charming nor handsome nor funny as everyone claim, but oh well, if im getting played for this.., i'll tolerate this.

The Heah Hunter ends his words and the Gambino Super Dome gets all in darkness, the place is envolved in shadows and the Gambino Digital Screen ( GDS ), turns on, the Heat Symbol is there, everyone roars, he is alive and he is there, the GDS switches and now the Hot Sauce Symbol is there, the girs are the ones who scream this time, everyone knows what image is next, but all get shocked that instead watching the Sun as they use to, an American Flag appears, this some kind of joke all think, but there is no joke around, the two fire lines don't run down this time, instead the waterfall of sparks begins on the entrance, the fans are definitely confused, the steam also is released and -Princes of the Universe- starts, all indicates that maybe the tech guys did a mistake, they got wrong the entrance of Apolo mixing it with Heat's and now they try to fix the problem, the usual fireworks on the aisle and the white hume is forming in the entrance, the figure stands there, high boots, gloves and without moving, yells and boooos quickly start, everyone is chanting his nickname -numbskull- but when the man moves outside the sparks and the hume clears everyone breaks in joy and cheers, is The Heat who is there, he is wearing Apolo's outfit but there is no doubt, only that man would carry those shades, only that mexican could change the tide of booos and turn them into an avalanche of cheers, Heat enjoys those moments he nods and smiles, walking down some are still wondering what on earth ishe doing with that attire, maybe that hit with the chain really got him, using his enemy clothes was totally insane, touching some fans hands and giving the shades to a small kid, Heat reachs the ringside, this time the pose is different, he mimics Apolo's way of spreading the arms, the flashes blink and he smiles, when everyone got their memento he gets on the apron, and climbing the corner his right arm up boost everyone, satisfied with that he goesinside, then to the other corner, there he mimics again Apolo, everyone laughs as he does, and gettin down his now friend Victor Cross gives him a good look and a smile, then the mic, Heat adjust his gloves just as Apolo and moves the neck, then starts.

-"Mexicano... im gonna kick your a**,...im the Dream... and my momy loves me very much... ha... hahahahaha"- < The fans laugh with him, he just did a good imitation of Apolo's voice > -"Sup Raza!, sorry for all that crappy entrance,... but i wanted to see what does it feel wasting that incredible amount of time, with the song and the sparks and all... just to come and say that...seriously that vato needs to read a book, i'll give him a dictionary or an enciclopedia this Chrismas, i promise..hehehe... but you, after having make my beloved fans suffer with this bad joke.. i ask you raza... so you liked what you saw last week?!"- < A huge NOOO!!! is heard, Heat nods > -"Yes i tough so the same... i mean, back attack...no wonder why he hangs with Kittieman now... the perfect couple i say.. but better not bother them, who knows, they might come outside with the bat and the chain... brrrr, im shaking, hahaha... well... you all know why im here.. i got attacked, and not only that, i "signed" a contract for a 3SoH with the numbskull on MxC.. i mean... geeeee, does that guy never... give up? honestly.. Apolo! how many times i have whooped your fat-white-greasy a** down? man i even lose count, im so busy to keep record..and i don't lie... well not this time, i swear esos, i have my Diary Entries like this -Dear Diary, today i kicked Apolo for the 1000 time blah, blah...- hell.. i mean .. come on!!!, yes i know i asked for a match with him with the B4, ( Big Boss Bryan Blade ), but.. i was just messing around... what this mexicano wanted was to take Kittieman on any match, i can lay him to the mat more faster that you can say -Quiero mi cocol con leche-...and that is something!"- < Laughs appear, one more time the fast talk has enchanted them all > -" But oh well.. my blood is on that contract so... im busted here...but that's fine, that's just fine.. it will give me the oportunity to add more pages to my I Beat Apolo Diary.. and that's why im here, all dressed like this... i said to myself last night... Heat... Apolo deserves another Spotligh, one wasn't enough.. and well.. here i am, but make no mistake, this is going to be the very first ever Heat Spotlight 2nd Edition... no moron deserves so much attention from me, and that takes to point numero uno, my attire today, is for showing how much respect i have for that son of a gun, and two... because i tough it was fun stealing his things, right now he is probably yelling at someone on the showers, hahaha... "- < the GDS turns and a camera is hidden on the showers, Apolo runs from one place to another with a toal on his waits, the fans laugh >

Sharpton- That cocky mexican is asking for it, Apolo don't forgive

Hartman- Hahaha...*sobs* im sorry... what?

-"Gee... someone is going to be there a long time, hehehe... But So!!!, back on business... maybe some of you are wondering how im planning on taking the victory at MxC right raza?, well, i got a plan this morning meanwhile i was having breakfast.. and is pretty simple.. what im going to do is drag his useless body to -I love Mexico Boulevar- , that is on the corner of -Heat Wave Avenue-... and im going to check in his white a** on -The Hot Sauce Hotel-, there im going to bust him from room to room until is check out time."- < More laughs appear > -"Im being serious raza,.. that poor vato will ask for mercy and for peace talks.. maybe i'll give him some peace... and a coffin and a black suit!"- < A photo of Apolo being buried shows, the fans agree > -"Someday raza... someday, ... but anyhow i must hurry this or the tv station is going to shoot me down... so without further ado i give you this banda, the Heat Spotlight, Apolo's Part 2!!!!"- < The Spotlight Symbol is on the GDS as well as -A Little Less Converation- by Elvis and JLX is played, the blue and red lights shine all over the stadium and the staff gets inside the flaming table and 4 chairs, everyone wonder what is he plotting, Heat just waits resting on a corner, finally the music stops and Heat walks around the ring, the GDS has a picture of Apolo > -"As you see raza i have 4 seats here, one is for me of course, the other one is for 3 special guests that i took the libety of call and say -Hey, need ya here, shake it and rush down-, hehe.. luckily all said yes.. so let's begin.... ahem... Have you ever wonder why the Numbskull hate me so much?, i do every day and i have no clue... yes im more handsome and good with the ladies but i don't have the money he has.. or the house the has, i mean i live on a damn apartment and he has a huge Mansion... maybe i should ask for a raise...anyway,he has a lot of stuff, yet he bothers by making my life hard every day... i couldn't figure out why... but i have the right person to answer us that raza!, please give a warm welcome to Mrs Lilan Hyral, Apolo's Mom!!!"- < The fans cheer and clap as a beautiful middle aged woman walks down the aisle, long blonde hair, green eyes and killer body, the male fans are going crazy, Heat stays cool >

Hartman- Woooa... im gonna be more friendly with Apolo from now on.. hey James, shut your mouth, your babbling

Sharpton- Uh... whaa... no im not.

< Mrs Hyral gets inside the ring and Heat helps her with the ropes, he huggs her and makes a smirk-nasty-horney face behind her, everyone laugh > -"Hello Mrs Hyal, good to meet you, as you probably know im The Heat.. im your sons best friend... and his worst nitemare... but please, take a seat..!"- < Mrs Hyal seats and gets a mic >

\"Hello Heat, yes i do know who you are... and yes i do believe you are his best friend.. for some odd reason also his enemy"/

-"Yeah... that's weird, but anyway, you are here Lilian... i can call you Lilian right?.... ahem, you are here to answer one simple question... why does your son Hate Me?, why he doesn't like mexicans? i mean... im more cute and according to the BTWF Magazine im on the Top 5 of Most Desireable Wrestlers... also i know that Mexico is just south, crossing the border and that we have mamacitas and enchiladas... but that's no reason enough "- < The fans agree with him, ther chore his name, Mrs Hyral is ready to answer >

\" Well Heat... it surprise me that you don't remember why does he hate you and your kin... i can tell you right now but i do prefer to wait and see if you get it all by yourself... tell me something Heat, were do you used to live as a kid?, maybe when you used to have around 4-6 years old?"/

< Heat gets surprised, he didn't expected that > -"Errrh.. i don't remember Lilian, i just remember from when i had 19 or so... why?"-

\"Because i know where you lived on that age... Tijuana means something to you?"/

-''No.."-

\"Ok then... i'll wait"/

-"Errrhh... yeah ok, ... right!, so.. if Apolo's Mom couldn't help, maybe another member of his family will!, please welcome Alice Hyral, Apolo's Sister!!"- < Again cheers begin, another tall and blonde woman appears, more young, and if Apolo's mom was hot, that girl was on fire, all the guys are howling, the hot babe walks down seductively and the crowd is going nutz, Heat is hitting his head hit the mic and shaking his left leg, Alice gets inside and also take a seat, Heat gets some air and everyone calms, a mic is given to her >

Hartman- Oh lord!... i want to be in that empty table... please.

Sharpton-......

-"AHEM!... yeah... settle down biys.. she is mine... i mean.. MY GUEST... so yeah.. hello Alice and welcome to the Heat Spotlight... im The Heat.. of course,... and you're on fire,,... i mean, you are here to explain me and the raza, why does your empty head brother hate me... why, why, why?"- < Heat is just looking up and down, the Heat Girls are getting mad >

*"Hi Heat, is a pleasure to finally meet you.. you are as they say... -snickers-, but well.. i do know why Apolo hates you so much, but as mom says, i won't say why that easily... you know, but you must remember all... why don't you tell me where did you studied High School?, do you know that?*

-"Errh, no mamacita, i don't know... i don't think i ever touched that place, i was very busy hitting on girls and all"- < Fans laugh, but Alice doesn't >

*"Hmmm, i do remember that....well, i supose i can tell that... you used to attend at the Gral. McKarter High School on Tijuana... and that is all what can i tell you!"*

-"What?, that's all... im starting to think that all the members of the American Family are alike... none say a thing, just random words,... this is an Apolo Spotlight, not Heat's!.... anyway... we better call our last guest, please welcome Marcus Hural, Apolo's nephew and Alice's son!"- < The fans are enjoying that moment, Heat surely knows how to entertain people, a small kid around 6 appears, but is totally different from the first two guests, he has black hair, dark skin and grey eyes, everyone looks to the kid, then to Heat, and again, Heat is quiet, without moving, the kid gets in the ring and hugs his mom and gradma, then stares at The Heat >

~"Sup"~

< The kid said, Heat moves his head and answers > -" Sup.... say mini-vato.. your mom and your g-mom don't want to tell me why your uncle hate me... i have asked them but there is no response, none of them what to say a thing, so.. i'll make you a deal... tell me what i want to know and i'll give ya a Special Hot Sauce Edition Trading Card with Platinium frames... and signed by me... so, what say you?, are you on or not mini-vato!"- < The kid analizes the mexican, then turns to his mom and grandma, both nod and the kid speaks >

~"Well Mr. Heat... my uncle loathes you because of what you did on the past, and what you keep doing on the present... you used to be his best pal as kids!"~ < An old photo appears on the GDS, it shows to kids, both very different, but there is no doubt, they are Heat and Apolo, the kid continues> ~"But as you moved from there he was left all alone... yet you two meet again on High School, but you seemed not to remember him or didn't want to remember him... there you meet my mom"~

*"On Matt Macky basement party"*

< Heat is frozzen, all that are shocking news, he watches the kid, then at Alice. > -"Yeah.... well this is a Heat Spotlight, not some -Laura Of America-, so... let's stay with the base roll ok... i finally get why he... and probably you 3 hate me... so... give them a good round of Aplauses and i'll meet you all later!"- < The fans quickly get what Heat said between lines and they do as he asked, the 3 Hyrals go down but as they walked up, -Princes of the Universe- was played again, and this time was for real, Apolo appeared and watched at his family then walked down and grabbed one of the mics, Heat stod up, being close to him wasn't safe >

Apolo- So you finally get why do i despite you, why my blood boils everytime i hear your acursed voice and see your horrible face... this time you have gone way to far mexican... i don't care who you are, nor what they think about you, but on MxC... i will leave the ring watchin your lifeless body on the ring.., that's what im gonna do.

< The fans are quiet, Heat did get in troubles > -"Well... yes i do realize now.. that little pana made me see the reality... yet i fear you not my... friend... on MxC i won't lose, you can pick 3 LMS... i don't care , but i won't lose... that reminds me.. How Long Has It Been Apolo?,,.... Since Your As Got Whooped By Me!"- < The fans roar, Heat is not scared, then all of the sudden a brawl starts, Apolo is hitting Heat with the mic, when Heat finally was beated, Apolo took all the things on the ring, the 4 chairs and the table, Heat was being wasted, then the screams of the fans stopped him, Shadow Starrvwas running down the aisle, Apolo waited for him but Shadow was faster, he blocked Apolo and knocked him down with a Shadow Slam, Heat got up, and watching Apolo on the mat got over him and raised his right arm, the fans screamed and Heat did the double bounce, the Hot Sauce Dance and the Elbow Dive to deliver the Heat Wave on Apolo's chest, more cheers appeared as Shadow kicked Apolo out of the ring, Heat got up and both men hugged each other, then Shadow took the mic >

Shadow- WASSSSSSSSUP everyone!!!... and hello American family... heh.. as you see, The Heat is no longer alone Apolo, so you better tell your boyfriends to watch out, the Shadow-Heat is finally here and we will rock this place!!! < Cheers from the fans, Heat speaks now >

-"Ese... after making me sure that you are 6 feet under.. i'll take care of the other issues, for now, better stay of our way... and remember to check out in the Hot Sauce Hotel... and i haven't said this in a long time but... you'll Feel Da Heat... you'll Fear The Shadows!!!"-

Both men celebrate on the ring as -We Lie, We Cheat, We Steal- plays, Apolo drags himself out and the fans join the celebration.

End Spotlight

"Now feel the full blast!!!!"

*The audience looks at the entrance and the arena is in pause. Suddenly, the sound of gears clicking and shifting begin to grow in intensity until "Duvet" by BoA echoes through the arena. A man wearing a pilot hat's hat, goggles, sunglasses, knee pads, black gloves, black boots, and a gray shirt walks out to the ramp. He stretches out his arm a little and gives out a smile to the crowd. The newcomer strolls down the ramp and makes sure the BTWF fans can hear his footsteps. He rolls underneath the ropes and slides himself into the ring. The red-haired man stands up and pulls out a microphone from inside his sleeve somewhere. He pulls out a small device and punches a few buttons. The speakers suddenly let out a high pitched sound and the audience covers it's ears. He raises the microphone up.*

"Testing, testing." His voice comes out small. *The man begins tapping it on the side of his leg until another high pitched noise comes on out.* "Testing!" *The microphone works perfectly!!*

Hartman: Having a little trouble there...
Sharpton: Hmm...

"Well well well, who woulda thought? It works." *He stops to admire his own work, a little conceited but impressive just the same.* "Sorry for the technical problems folks! New turf, don't know what I'm really doing." *The crowd stays silent.* "Whata group..." *Cricket sounds would be put in here* "Well, if anyone cares I guess I'll introduce myself!"

*The man takes a remote out of his pocket and pushes some more buttons. Suddenly the lights dim out and four spotlights run their way across the arena and focus on the newbie in the middle. Pyros begin to shoot up through the steel posts and a fancy display of flashing lights scatter across the ring as if to celebrate a forthcoming. The lights freeze and everything centers on the guy in the ring.*

Hartman: What is this guy doing!?
Sharpton: Who knows...

"My name is Cybergig. Hacker extraordinaire and master high flyer of the seven skies. Don't let my looks fool you, I may be a complete computer genius but there's no telling what will happen when you're in the ring with me. Hehe... And trust me, you don't want to be there... Anyway, I just wanted to come out and say... hi. You see it's always been a dream of mine to finally get up to the big four cornered square and finally get someone's attention. Hopefully this leaves an impact... Hmm....*Begins to talk to self* And that's about it! See you in a little while..." *The man grabs the remote again and begins to push the buttons again. The lights revert back to normal and confetti starts to fall from the ceiling! Cybergig pulls the microphone up to his mouth.* "Now feel the full blast!!"

*Cybergig slides the microphone back up his sleeve after turning it off an exits the ring through the ropes and hops off. The crowd shows some enthusiasm towards his coming, but no fans quite yet.*

[The arena dims down and all the lights go out. The crowd jumping to their feet cheering as....]

GONG!

[Fog and smoke starts to fill the arena floor, and seep into the ring]

GONG!

[The lights turn an eerie purplish-blue as the call of the Graveyard Symphony echoes through the arena. The BarTron is lit with a white light]

Cross:
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! PLEASE WELCOME TO THE RING, ONE CHALLENGER FOR THE BTWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP AT MAXIMUM CARNAGE!!!
WELCOME ANTHONY "TERROR RYZING" VOORHEES

[Voorhees appears at the top of the entrance ramp, carrying the symbol that Hika Lai would normally carry. He walks slowly to the pedestal, a look of insanity in his eyes as he thrusts the symbol into the pedestal, sparking a pyro and re-illuminating the arena. He walks to the steps and lifts up the ends of his long coat as he climbs them, and enters the ring in his normal fashion and the Symphony quiets down. He takes a mic from his coat pocket and looks to the BarTron. He goes to say something when....]

Crowd:
VOORHEES!! VOORHEES!! VOORHEES!! VOORHEES!! VOORHEES!!

[He looks around him as if to say "What the?" But shakes it off and looks to the BarTron again]

Voorhees:
JAICE WILDS!!! MAKUTA!!!
This past Madness, I made my Unholy Announcement, but incase you were to unconcious from the beating I gave you both.
Let me remind you....

[Images flicker on the BarTron of Voorhees entrance into the after-match brawl on Madness]



[Cut back to the actual Promo]

Voorhees:
MX Carnage! MXC WILL be a dance alright, a Dance of Death, Carnage and Destruction!!!

My creatures of the Darkness, the Lost Souls that wander our Graveyards, the tormented Spirits of the Undead taht roam this mortal plain.....
They see your fear, I sense your doubt, and THEY feed and empower ME with your HOPE!!!

Your hopes and dreams of that Title, Your worries about facing two opponents, Your emotions about what's to come in the following weeks....
I see it all and it feeds my strength!!!

My creatures have already dug your graves, and I promise that I shall deliver you to them, so that my creatures can feast, and that after MX Carnage, I shall DANCE on your graves....

But most importantly.....
I shall deliver you to them so that you may....

REST.....

Voorhees/Crowd:
IN PEACE!!!


GONG!!!

[Voorhees gets out from the ring and heads up the ramp, stopping for one moment to "White Eye" the crowd, who are still cheering. He raises his hand and thrusts it down, causing a lightning bolt to hit the symbol in the pedestal, setting it a flame. He turns and keeps walking backstage]

Wild Promo

Headhunter: Well, we just heard from two of the three men involved in the triple threat match at MaXimum Carnage for the BTWF Television Title.

The Voice: Yeah, but we have yet to hear from the champ himself...

Vic is interrupted when the BarTron flashes Jaice's picture and Wild Thing hits, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Jaice runs out to the entrance ramp, greeting fans as he makes his way to the ring.

The Voice: Well, speak of the devil...

Headhunter: Well, for once his faction partner Yoshi isn't with him...

The Voice: Hey, this is the Barton Town Wrestling Federation Television Champion. Leave him be.

Jaice enters the ring and calls for a mic, and waits for the crowd to settle before bringing it to his mouth.

Hello from the Wild One!! The arena is filled with cheers as Jaice waves to the fans. I am here... to settle... some "business".
First off, to speak on Maximum Carnage. There will be a triple threat match up for MY Television Title. And so far, Voorhees and Makuta have both addressed this issue. But now, it's the Wild Champ's turn.
Voorhees, you once said that a real champion would never talk about losing his title. But I bet you anything, you ask Twist, Big Daddy, TT... hell, anyone who is holding or has held a title... there is ALWAYS a chance that you will lose it, one way or another. So Voorhees, even if you do take my title at MXC... which you won't... even YOU won't hold it for long. So be careful what you say... I WILL defeat you.
Makuta. My friend. You are right... even if we do double team on Voorhees, we will have to fight each other. And Makuta, if I don't come out on top, I will be happy to know that you did. Makuta, our friendship goes further than the ring. So when we face each other at MXC... let's give each other the best match of our careers.
Blade, I thank you for this oppertunity. I know that you had SOME crazy idea in mind when you made this match, so I'm going to prove that I'm worthy of that match. And maybe, just maybe, you'll give The Faction a shot... if I lose my TV title... at the BTWF Tag Team Titles.
Well, I have to go now. I have a rather important match closing in. So this is the Wild One, out!!

Wild Thing hits as Jaice drops the mic and exits the ring to a screaming crowd. He makes his way up the entrance ramp, heading to the locker rooms. The crowd is buzzing about MXC and the fate of the BTWF Television Championship...

Headhunter: Well, Vic... it looks like all three of these men are ready for Maximum Carnage.
The Voice: But who will come out of this match as the Champ?
Both: Hmm....

Wild Promo