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The music stops in the Barton Arena and the BarTron fades out, the crowd immediately quieting down in anticipation for another promo.

OHHH YEAAAHHH!!!

The crowed immediately erupts into cheers as the opening solo of "Live for the Moment" by Monster Magnet blares over the arena and Darson Grays emerges from the curtains. He smirks out over the crowd, raising his arms up in an X to an even larger pop. His knee brace is still on, and under the longcoat, it can be seen that Dar is still bandaged up, but it doesn't seem to be affecting him too badly. He walks down to the ring with a slight limp due to the brace, sliding in under the bottom rope and walking over to the bottom-right corner and stepping up onto the middle ropes, raising his arms up into an X once again, milking the crowd, then jumps back down, catching a mic thrown to him and standing in the middle of the ring and grinning as the crowd continues their cheers, a "Dar-son" chant starting up. Dar lifts the mic up every so often, but it takes a while for the fans to die down. After a few moments, he manages to be able to speak.

"Well, after a week off, I'm refreshed, and perfectly ready to wrestle again, though I may not look it." Dar grins, reaching down and knocking a hand on his knee brace. "This is coming off tomorrow, and that means that I'm cleared to wrestle on Tuesday." Dar looks over at the BarTron. "And that means that Bryan Kutterman...You're out of luck." The crowd immediately erupts into cheers again and Dar laughs a bit as he looks out over them, cutting them off before they could really get going. "Hey, calm down everybody. I'm on a time slot here...While I like the cheers, every minute that I go over the time limit for this promo, it comes out of my paycheck." The crowd shuts up at that, though a few heel fans in the audience immediately begin to cheer, only if it's to dock Dar a few bucks. Dar doesn't pay attention to them though, bringing up the mic again. "So, Blade has announced his plans for Ragnarok, eh? From what I hear, the Garden of Evil sounds like it's going to be very demanding...Then again, you're talking to the man who went through sixty minutes of hell at fadetoblack. Still, it's going to be interesting fighting in that match...You notice I say this because I'm sure I'll be the third competitor set to be in it."

Dar walks over to a corner and leans against it. "I've got a lot of things to address today, so I might as well get right to it. First of all, Big Daddy's having a match on Tuesday with HBK. No disqualification...And non-title. While I'm glad these two will finally be able to settle everything in a match, it seems Blade doesn't understand that Big Daddy is mine...Still, as long as it's non-title, I'm okay with it. Don't get hurt too bad BD...When I beat you at Ragnarok, I want you to be at your best. Otherwise, I won't really consider it a fair fight...After all, you're going to have to be on your best game to beat me, BD. Take as many chair shots, sledgehammer hits, ringpost smashes, and all that good stuff as you want, but afterwards, win or lose, you better heal up. After I walk away from the Garden of Evil with the BTWF title around my waist, I don't want to hear a promo from you the next day complaining about how you weren't at your best, and how your injuries prevented you from competing at your best ability. No...That's not going to happen. I'll do my best to heal up from my injuries by the time Ragnarok comes, but seeing as I don't have the luxury of only being required to be booked once every month, it may be a bit harder for me to do so...Then again, wouldn't that be even better? To say that I took down the mighty Big Daddy even while injured?...Heh. We shall see."

Dar walks out of the corner, looking back over the crowd. "But, on to things in the nearer future...As in, next Tuesday. The Garden of Evil qualifying match I'm going to compete in against Bryan Kutterman. He says that our match next Tuesday is 'just business'. Was it 'just business' when interfered with Rocky's match last week and cost him his shot at the BTWF title? I mean, of course I'm going to be the one to pull down the title from that ladder at Ragnarok, but i would have much rather had an opponent the caliber of Rocky than the psuedo-rapper Shady K." The crowd cheers at this. "But no...You were pissed that you got pinned at fadetoblack , so you decided to take it out on Rocky. That was probably a big mistake, Bryan...As I said, I respect Rocky as a wrestler. He might not be as good as me, but he's close. And I know he could easily take you down in a match...So...If I'm better than Rocky...Heh, that kinda says a lot for our match, doesn't it? As for me getting the most shots at the BTWF title: Do some reasearch before you make accusations. I've gotten the same number of shots that the other two competitors for the title, Hell's Guardian and Maxwell Conners, have. Hell had to defend his title at Bloodbath. He lost it. He got a second shot at The Tournament of Gods. He was unable to get it there. Maxwell Conners, AKA HBK, got his shot at Payback. He won the title. He defended it at ToG. He lost it to Big Daddy. I got my first shot at Madness: Night of Champions, and my second at fadetoblack. That's two shots for myself, Hell's Guardian, and Conners. I haven't gotten any more than they have...Of course, a third will be coming up after I wipe the floor with you at Madness. Next time, Kutterman, learn to count."

The crowd cheers again, and Dar grins, bringing the mic back up. "You know, speaking of Hell, I have a few things to say about him as well. Hell, you come back after your little stint with the DoS, crying and whining because you got betrayed by a woman. Again. And then you demand a title shot?...And you say that you're going to be the one to take down Big Daddy?" Dar just shakes his head and closes his eyes. "Hell, there's a difference between saying and doing. At the moment, you're all talk. Now, I know it's not my style to insult fan favorites, but you've annoyed me. While BD and I pretty much hate each other's guts, there's still a mutual respect as competitors between us. And you come out here, calling him names that took you three days to come up with that twelve year-olds would be able to pick off the top of their head, saying that Madness is Hell, and that you're going to get 'your' title back. Hell, you were the champion back when the talent pool of the BTWF consisted of remnants of the original GWF. In other words: no talent. You do realize that the few people who still cheer for you are die-hard fans of the era before BTWF became great. Eh, I'd say about fifty fans total. You know how many die-hard fans Darson Grays has? I think the crowd does." Almost the whole arena immediately erupts into cheers. "There's them. And there's millions more watching this at home. Hell, I'm more championship material than you've ever been. And if you want me to prove it to you, I'm perfectly fine with having you in match. NeoFighters, Madness, it doesn't matter to me. I'll show the fans how truly washed up you are."

Dar takes a moment to gather his thoughts again, the crowd still cheering. "Now, onto my final point. I'm sure quite a few of you are wondering who the woman that voice in my last promo belongs to is. Well, I'll give you one hint. She's a wrestler on the BTWF roster." The crowd mumurs to each other, their suspiscions confirmed, knowing that the voice they had heard sounded familiar. "If that's not enough of a hint...Well, you'll all find out on the next Madness." The crowd cheers, unable to wait for the mystery to be reavealed. "Heh, seems like I'm doing better in the relationship department than Hell, too." The crowd laughs, cheering a bit as well. "Anyway, my time's up for today...I leave you all with this: The era of Darson Grays looms on the horizon, ever growing closer. And that's Crystal...Crystal Clear." Dar drops the mic and exits the ring via the steel steps, heading back up the ramp as "Live for the Moment" hits again, accompanied by the crowd's cheers.

*The Bartron flickers and shows HBK standing outside the Barton County Jail*

Man is it good to be outta here. *Points back at the jail*

You know ever since I got out, things seem to be going my way. I'm let back into the Barton Town Wrestling Federation. ANd, in one of the most anticipated rematches of all time, I get to face the Heavyweight Champ Big Daddy in my first match back.

Now, Dadd-O, you say I'm washed up. Thats all that I've ever heard from you. Oh you're just an owner and can't wrestle. You're washed up and aren't even in my league. Well even the great Big Daddy would be a little washed up after some time in jail.

*Looks down and kind of sighs* Now, I admit that when I got in here, I was abused, both physically and mentally. It was a fight for my life day after day.

Heh, you know people REALLY don't seem to like professional wrestling here and boy did they let me know it.

But after a while, I realized something. I am Max Conners and I'm not going to take anything from anyone anymore.

So I trained, day after day. Some days, all I did was train. Obviously, I was let out before I could reach my full potential, but I think my match with Big Daddy is gonna be a great way to showcase the real Max Conners. The real HBK.

The only thing that I was upset about was that our match had to be non-title. I guess Blade didn't want me to become World's Heavyweight Champion again.

*Smirks* You see, he didn't want the course of power changing in a matter of only a couple of weeks. 1 week, I'm rotting in a cell, and the next week, I would be the top name again in this company.

And if that is so Blade, you made the right decision.

*HBK walks off camera as we fade........to...........black........*

Game Over hits in the arena as Shady walks out to the ring, with an unusaul smile on his face. Shady grabs a mic:

"Yea!!!! You know it!! I landed your boy TT in the hospital!!! Oops? My bad, s**t!!!! He got exactly what he deserved. He thought he could beat me?? Please. I do have a message for you though TT. I mean I'm sure your watchin and I want you to know that I did send you a get well soon gift. If you don't have it yet, then allow me to spoil the surprise." Shady pulls out a card: "And the card reads,

Dear TT,
I would like to thankyou for one of the best matches I've had in a while. Not to mention one of the most exciting a** Whoopins, I've ever taken part in. See this card is not for you to get better, it's to warn you!!!! Now you might wonder why I'm warning you from here then face to face. But the truth is, you have so much security around your hospital room, that i couldn't get in if I wanted to. I also don't want to have to hurt your little g/f or whatever the ******** she is to you. But' I'm tellin you now TT: Don't come back. It's not a smart idea for your body, emotionally and damn sure not physically!!"

"Now on to you Makuta! You actully thought that you were a match for me?? Here's an idea!: Why don't you decide to get your weight up, get your skills up and actully fight someone worth the time, then maybe you could step to me!! But, I'm gonna let you know now that since you've crossed me, you will pay!! I'm gonna be on you like a linebacker who only sees on thing, the ball! I mean I didn't want to have to do this to you, but I am seriously gonna hurt you. So, being the helping person I am, I reserved you a hospital bed next to TT so you two can lay together!!"

"TT! I hope you can strike faster next time, because your Night as Ended, Just like your career!"

*the BarTron flickers to life as Barton Arena begins to fill up with eager fans, ready for tonights Madness and the comeback of HBK. the sound of foot steps are heard from down the hall and the camera man stops in the light in the hallway. the foot steps come closer but then they stop and the camera man looks around, but can't find any traces of where he might be*

thanks for the get well card Shady, it ment a lot to me. *the crowd suddenly cheeers as they reconize the voice as The Tiger's* but serously, don't let your mouth write checks your a** can't cash, the only security I wanted was none. you see, I don't care if you attack me while i'm sleeping, healing, or whatever Shady. your afraid to attack me you see, thats why Demon had to come out and help you try to beat me...and the funny thing is you still lost! send me to the hospital as many times as you like Shady, but I will always be back. I also see that you made it into the GoE, way to go. of course WHEN I return, you might not be wanting to be in the GoE, because the day I'm cleared to wrestle, I'm gonna bug the hell out of Blade untill he gives me a qualifier match. and I will strike faster, and twice as deadly. but this is all the time I can have right now...who knows, maybe I am cleared to wrestle just you don't know it yet...

*he begins laughing and foot steps are heard again as the camera man goes to try to find him, but by the time he is able to find a light switch and turn it on, Tiger is already gone and the BarTron Fades...*

: razz ROMO::

*The Barton Arena is drenched in darkness for a few lengthy moments. A murmur of excitment flutters through the crowd. Suddenly and without warning the pyros burst into life as the BarTron flickers into life as well and "Meant to Live" by Switchfoot blares across the PA system as none other than Tsunami emerges from backstage. A mild applause can be heard throughout the the Arena as Tsunami makes his way toward the ring donning the usual baggy light blue carpenter pants and the signature hand-wraps, his chin-length cyan hair fallingover the sides of his face. He seems to be experiencing several emotions at once. As he finally reaches his destination he slides in under the bottom rope, and runs to a corner on the oppostie side and jumps to the middle turnbuckle holding his hands up. He then runs to the turnbuckle opposite taht one and does accordingly. He jumps down and signals for a mic from a technician and quickly gets one. He lowers his head for a second as if thinking of what to say...he then lifts his head toward the crowd to speak*

Okay, okay. My first match...you all saw it. I lost. That isn't what I am here to talk about. I lost fair-and-square, Revision fought well. What I am here to talk about is this upcoming match on Madness. I am in a match for the #1 Contendership for the Small-Fry Title and if you recall, I told you that the Small-Fry Title was a priority of mine. So I stand before you and ask: Who is going to win that match this Tuesday? Who, without a doubt, will win the Small-Fry title? Who will be the greatest Small-Fry champion of all time? The name "Tsunami" roars out in answer to the questions and proclaims itself to be true!!! *The mediocre amount of Tsunami fans go ecstatic at having heard this last statement. You see, when I am in this match Tuesday I won't see this as a #1 Contendership like the rest of these guys, oh no. This...is my destiny. You see it is my destiny to be the Small-Fry champion, it is my destiny to be the greatest Small-Fry wrestler of all time, it is Tsunami's destiny and his alone because when the tide rolls back out, they'll be all washed up. *A moderate applause can be heard* I don't know much about these people, hell, I only know one of Revision's finishers and that is only because he introduced us. *A few laugh* ...but, it is not Tsunami's job to know, no, no, it is Tsunami's job to come ashore and kick some a**! *A loud applause can be heard of the few Tsunami fans* This Tuesday no one, not Revision, not Ravena, not even Icy Ali, will stop me from becoming from the #1 Contender. Do you want to know why?

Because the wave's crashing down on all of you this Tuesday night on Madness...

That's right...this time, *laughs*, this time I will be the victor, I will be the tallest wave in the ocean. *A mild applause can be heard*

*With that having been said Tsunami drops the mic and and ecstatic applause can be heard as "Meant to Live" blares across the PA system once again... and, once again, Tsunami walks the Entrance ramp*

::End Promo::

Crack Addict hits the arena and the crowd is automatically rose to it’s feet booing and jeering. Smoke began to build up at the top of the ramp, when Demon is seen walking through it. He stops and looks at the crowd booing him, Just about each one standing on it’s feet screaming and booing him. Suddenly the chant “You Lost” began. At that Demons grin snapped into a frown. Demon began walking to the ring. He stepped through the ropes, and was given a microphone. He bought the mic to his lips. The “You Lost” Chant continuing.

HeadHunter: Are they going to let Demon have his say?
Vic: Doesn’t look that way does it?

“Hold your little chant for one second there.” The chant continued. “I did not take the fall! So I virtually did not lose the match! No disrespect to Shady. I gotta hand it to Seraph and Kanyon though. They’re two little tough bastards.”

Vic: About time he payed respect to one of his opponents.

“There strong as a team but get them one on one and there pathetic. So next time I get you one on one either of you watch out.”

The “You Lost” chant starts again, this time more fierce than ever. Demon takes the mic down and stares at the crowd angrily, before bringing the mic back to his mouth.
“Makuta I have asked BB for my rematch, and he is still deciding on whether or not it’s going to happen. Oh and I hope you recovered from our BackStage bout. Which you all would have seen.” The crowd booed at this. “I especially hope that if you haven’t recovered that you are ready for a rematch should Blade allow it.”

HeadHunter: Yeah I hope Makuta recovers for his sake!
Vic: Yeah whatever.

“T T you are wrong. Shady lost via Disqualification. You did not beat him 1,2,3. Nor did you make him tap out. So don’t’ go saying you beat him when really the only thing you had to do with the decision was having your head pounded in. I only joined the fun because I hate you T T. Not because I thought that Shady needed the help. So you where wrong once again. Shady isn’t scared of you. What’s there to be scared of? A big Tiger who is supposed to strike with Fear, Deadliness and whatever? To me all I see in you is a poor timid cub, who can’t defend himself. A cub is all you are to me and all you ever will be.”

HeadHunter: Hahahaha I like that line a poor timid cub.
Vic: What a load of crap.

The crowds booing takes another step up becoming almost deafening.

“Now I have a little surprise planned for you guys. Some of you may have already noticed something regarding one of the BTWF’s latest promo. Heres a hint: I’m not the only one involved. T T, Makuta and anyone else who crosses my path Watch Your Backs!”

Crack Addict plays, as Demon drops the mic and walks out to the crowds boos and jeers. Demon reaches the top of the ramp and disappears behind a cloud of smoke…

"Welcome to my world."

The Bartron flickered on, showing a circle of stones surrounding a pedistal in the middle. Worlock, the Red Necromancer, stood at the altar, his head covered by a red hood. "I let my emotions get in the way of my mission. I showed pity in the eyes of my enemy. Once my ally, now bitter enemy. I've lost to her, the leech known as Ravena. She has my full respect and shall no longer suffer my wrath....." He lift the hood showing his hair now a deep raven black, he looked with white eyes into the camera. "However....those who mock me....those who laugh at my name shall witness the begining of the end. Makuta.....you've made the biggest mistake of your life, when you dare to use my name in such atrosity. You will be the first to witness the end. And don't even think I have forgotten about you, Dizturbed...you punishment will be more sivere than what happen Tuesday. Much....much worse." The camera then fades to black, Worlock looking down with thoughts of vengence.

>>We fade into a darkened Barton Arena... for once in thier lives, there's no rabid crowd watching a promo, jobber match, or squash match for the BTWF. No, the arena is completely empty... Empty except for one person., standing on one of the balconies overlooking the arena. That person is recently returned BTWF Superstar Riona Langly. Her eyes are closed, and we can barely see her face... in the black and white filters the camera is using.<<

Riona - People say that life is like a long, winding road. Sometimes the road may be clear and free for a person to travel safely towards thier destination. At other times, the road may be lined with thorns and blazing hot rocks to stand on. At other times, the detination may become lost in the mists of time, and in order for the goal to be reached, the traveler must make a detour to places they didn't plan to go. The road in my life is what has brought me back here, to the Barton Town Wrestling Federation. Many of you remember my last appearance in this pathetic shithole of a company that the great Brian Blade is forced to deal with... I took a piece of tin named the BTWF NeoFighters Championship and made it worth competing for, and had I not decided that there was not a soul that could properly carry the title as well as myself, then perhaps the title would have become as great at the World Heavyweight Championship. But, I'm not here to talk about the past, because my small part in this federation was like a drop in the ocean of eternity. No, I've come back to this place because I realized that DESTINY hadn't been accomplished.

>>The Prodigy sighs as she takes a seat on the balcony, looking directly into the camera.<<

Riona - When I left here, the road of my life took me to a place that had promised me that I could shine the light unto the audience and remove the blinders in thier heads, the blinders that caused them to only see my chest and my a**. And yet, when it came time for them to part with thier share of the agreement, they hesitated. In spite of all thier good will, they were exactly the same as the other penny-pushing executives that I have dealt with in the past. A female World Champion would be against thier plans to obtain the almighty dollar. And so, like the timeframe of our lives compared to the rest of the universe, I left them to drown in thier precious money. I never signed thier contract, so I was free to leave Hell. But, in all of this, why return here? Why return to a place where I have to deal with the worst intelligence level of the fans I have ever seen? Because, this federation needs me to survive.

>>With a bit of a glint in her eye, she reaches over to the side and pulls a replica of the BTWF World Heavyweight Championship.<<

Riona - Evolution... Big Daddy, your theme music speaks of evolution, and that is exactly what is required for the BTWF. And, unfortunately for you, that means evolution is going to pass you by. You're an excellent wrestler, one that it would be a great pleasure to wrestle. But, you must realize that you are a mere gardener in the yard of life, toiling away at a creating a worthy prize for me. Big Daddy, in 3 weeks, at Ragnarok, you are going to attempt to defend the Championship you proudly wear around your waist in what has been dubbed the Garden of Evil. But, do you really know evil Big Daddy? Do you know the face of evil, or do you merely flirt with it? I, Big Daddy, know the face of evil... And that face haunts me as I travel the road to ruin. The face of evil multiplies itself, it screams obscenities to me as I walk to the ring. The face of evil is the people who constantly come to this, thier Mecca... And thier sick pleasures will be realized on August 31st. In that cage will occur horrors untold, and for who's enjoyment? Thiers...

Riona - Big Daddy, I deal with the essance of Evil everyday, and unless you want this mere knock-off to be replaced by the real thing that you posess, you will learn to understand and fight the evils that reside in this arena. The solid brick wall that is your ego cannot withstand the bloodshed and violence that the Garden of Hell will give to you... at least, that is true in the eyes of this beholder.

>>It looks as though Riona is about to finish... and the sees a clip of her giving a DDT to Alex Auldron and carrying him away two weeks ago.<<

Riona - Alex Auldron... I've been watching him very closely while I was away, and found him to be kindred spirit. He felt a similiar kind of opression from the fans, because he was more talented than thier prodigal son, Xunkai. He is a b*****d child of the glass ceiling... The people would never accept him as a champion, that is, until I came to him. He is my apostle, someone that understands that to be the master of his domain, he cannot rely on acrobatics alone. He'll be with me this week, as I watch Madness from the Edge of Reality, the point at which the crowd cannot reach with thier physical violence. He's my guardian... They hate me enough to want to hurt me, and he's going to protect me from them, so I may focus on the chaos in the ring. And he's only the first, let me say that... Soon there will be others like him... Others that, in the words of our leader, will be Sayved.

>>Riona smiles to the camera as she stands and throws her arms out into a cruxifix pose, and we fade... to... black.<<