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PostPosted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 1:42 am


[We cut to the arena crowd, who look anxious, and ready to see some action, Vic and James are currently discussing Shadow's challenge toward Voorhees, and the humour in his disbelief about Voorhees holding the World Title]

James:
All I'm saying is, is that, this Shadow works for this company, you think he'd at least follow up on the action that's happening here. I mean, can we get a replay?

The Bartron

Shadow: I have had problems in the past that kept me from the ring. But that's done and over with. I am here, ready to rumble, ready to take it to the World Championship with Dars...

*Shadow is stopped by a camera man who informs him of the World Title change.*

Shadow: VOORHEES?!?! Anthony Voorhees beat Darson? No way!! That's impossible... I could hardly hold my own... mmf.. Dars, what... ah, forget it.


[Vic can't help but stifle a laugh]

Vic:
Okay, I guess I'll agree with you just this once

James:
And then, he went on to badmouth our Champion

The Bartron

Shadow:
Voorhees, YOU of all people don't deserve to wear that title. You disgraced the TV Title during your reign and now you disgrace the World Heavyweight Championship? I just can't let that happen. So you know what? Voorhees, I'm coming for you and the World Title. I'm going to prove once and for all that I have what it takes to defeat all comers... even if it is... you... which is a LOWER name on my list, but... I'll do it.


Vic:
Yeah, you once again have a point, while we may not always agree with Voorhees actions, the man IS our Champion, and you have to give him the credit that he ALWAYS follows up on his promises. He promised to let Darson Grays Rest In Peace, and he did just that, with the Dead of Night Tombstone Anthony Voorhees ended Darson Grays run as Champion, and has been a fighting Champion since, deafeating Jack Frost at Madness: Night of Champions only a short time ago.

James:
But Shadow is not Jack Frost, and Shadow i---

[The lights go out, and the crowd pops]

James:
Alright! A reply!!

Vic:
This could be the responce of the Terror Ryzer we've been waiting for. This could be---

GONG!!

[The sounds of Thunder crash as the arena is filled with another Gong, until the starting tune of "Down With The-- no, wait... a new, darker tune begins to fill the arena. The opening chords of Megadeth's "Prince of Darkness" begins, the arena filling with a eerie purple light, ectoplasm beginning to surround the ring]

GONG!!!

My victims are rich or poor, young or old, strong or weak
I cause millions of accidents, I am cancer in your bones
I fathered the lie, twist what you say, speak not the truth
I am insidious, impartial, deep inside your chromosomes

I take what you love, and leave you in tears
I imprison your soul, your hopes are my games
I strip you of pride, my promise is in vain
While you burn at the stake I dance with the flames


[As the song plays, Voorhees w/ Hika Lai appears at the top of the runway, beginning their slow decent to the ring]


I bring poverty, sickness and death
A worthless handshake, the slickest thief, I steal your wealth
I answer your prayers for greed and lust
More than evil, I laugh at your trust

I am more powerful than all the armies of the world
I am more violent than violence, more deadly than death
I have destroyed more men than all the nation's wars
I am relentless, unpredictable, waiting for your last breath


Vic:
If this is what Shadow wanted, this is what Shadow is getting

Evil, more evil than violence
Violent, more violent than death
Deadly, more deadly than man
I am yeah, yeah, I'm evil I am

My kingdom corrupt with dissent
Your sins erupt by my intent
I loathe your prayer, I wallow in sin
Let the nightmare begin
Prince of darkness, your satanic highness
Prince of darkness, the devilish serpent, the dreaded Lucifer
Prince of darkness


[As Voorhees reaches the end of the ramp, and the music pumps through the loudspeakers, Hika Lai is already in the ring, Voorhees looking around him before heading towards the steps and raising his coat, the camera catching the BTWF Title secure around Voorhees' waist as Voorhees ascends the steps and walks to the apron, entering the ring via the second rope and turning to face Hika. Voorhees walks to the center of the ring and raises his arms, thrusting them down to cause a burst of white fire to explode from each turnbuckle, the camera zooming in on Voorhees to show his eyes were now rolled back. His eyes come back to normal as Hika Lai hands him a microphone and detaches the belt from his waist and propping it over her shoulder as Voorhees looks into the crowd, bringing the mic to his lips, waiting for the crowd to settle down]

Voorhees:
BRIAN BLADE!!!
You tried and you failed to take this BTWF Championship from me.
You sent that bumbling idiot Jack Frost to try and defeat me, and just like every other time Frost has gotten in my way, I saw him off and sent him to the fiery depths of hell!!

Next time Blade. Next time you gather up some nerve to challenge my power, why don't you come, and why don't you do it yourself!!!

[this recieves a mix of cheers and boos as a Voorhees/Blade chant runs back and forth through the arena]

This is the real world, Brian, and if you want something, you can't rely on buffoons like Jack Frost, you have to sieze and grab it for YOURSELF!!!

And that's what I did, when I destroyed you, Killa K, Darson and all those other insects that are not worthy of my time. And then I did what was thought impossible by the mortals of your BTWF Roster. I destroyed Darson Grays, humiliated him and claimed the BTWF Title for myself. I beat Darson Grays in this ring 1, 2, 3!! And Blade, there's not a damned thing you can do about it!!!

Now, moving along...

Shadow... hmm... Shadow Shadow Shadow...
Alright young man, sing along time is over. What you're doing is you're out here your mouths writing cheques your a** can't cash.

What can I say? Seems you've grown some balls since last time I've seen you around here, and that was during the days of "The Faction".
Yeah, I remember you now...

You used to have a little stint with The Heat, you used to just whine and b***h and complain, until of course Heat left you and joined with Darson and Ravena and all those other pathetic insects that I could destroy any time I wanted.

You call yourself a BTWF employee, and you don't even know WHO the Champion is? Well, I guess I can't blame you there. Darson Grays WAS the top man who nobody seemed to be able to beat, Darson Grays WAS the man everyone just assumed to win when it came to the crunch of big matches, and Darson Grays WAS also the man that I beat to take the BTWF Championship and bring it in deliverence to the Creatures of the Night.

Shadow. Hmm... what a pathetic name for a pathetic excuse for a wrestler, but, in a way, I suppose it fits. Just as pathetic as Darson, who left the BTWF because he could not fathom that I took his Championship after his months and months of narcissistic bullshit. I drove Darson Grays out of BTWF [this gains some boos from the crowd, but Voorhees ignores them] and you are no different Shadow!

What you fail to realise boy is I've crippled more people than Polio, and I've shook up more people than Parkinson's Disease.
Now, you can't be the first but, you WILL be the next.

You think you can defeat ME, for MY Title. You think YOU can be the next big star to get through these ropes, walk through MY Graveyard, and take down the Cerebus.
You better not worry about that belt, worry about me punching a 6 inch hole in your chest for attempting such a lame venture. Go challenge Revision, because you aint worth my time, and this title, MY Title, does not need your pathetic carcas ruining it's reputation.

Do you really think YOU could sell tickets, Shadow?
Do you really think YOU could even be worthy of my Championship.

Anthony Voorhees VS Shadow for the BTWF World Heavyweight Championship!
Do you honestly believe that these people would buy that?

But, you seem determined, and there is a slight glint in your eyes that maybe I hadn't noticed before, but Shadow, don't think I'm praising you.
Evil comes in all shapes and sizes, and when you look into the eyes of the Reaper, you will know, your time has come.

Shadow, I will show you the true power of the Shadows. I will show you the true power of Darkness, and when it's all said and done, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, You will know my name, as the Lord of Darkness.

So in response to your little rant, let me put it like this Shadow, it's time for you to go to the learning tree, Anthony Voorhees VS Shadow, I accept.

Welcome, to Hell! And Welcome to the lair of the demon, who will lead you, into eternal... Damnation!

Shadow...

REST... IN... PEACE!!!


GONG!!!

I take what you love, and leave you in tears
Imprison your soul, your hopes are my games
I strip you of pride, my promise is in vain
While you burn at the stake I dance with the flames


[Voorhees leaves the ring as "Prince of Darkness" begins to play again, Hika Lai following close behind.]

Prince of darkness, your satanic highness
Prince of darkness, the most beautiful angel
Prince of darkness, the devilish serpent, the dreaded Lucifer
Prince of darkness, unpredictable, the prince of darkness
Prince of darkness



[Voorhees stops at the top of the runway, his back to the ring as Hika presents the Championship to him, Voorhees taking the strap into his right hand as he looks over his left shoulder, back at the crowds before raising his arm with the title in hand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as one final GONG sounds, and we

Fade... To... Black]
PostPosted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:27 am


Red's comback promo

The crowd was calmed and getting ready to watch the next match when all of a sudden they hear the opening guitar riff of Van Halen's "Poundcake",and the crowd explodes in a colective and enormous cheering and standing ovation as in the entrance a smokescreen was there and out of the smoke comes out Red Comet

Victor Cross *shouting in excitement*: OH MY GOD!!!!!! IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS???

Randy Garza: YES IT IS VIC,IT'S THE RED ROCKER OF WRESTLING,HE'S BACK!

Red smiles and looks at the crowd cheering for him,with a few tears in his eyes,pounding his chest and pointing at the crowd mouthing "I love you all and I missed you all" greeted his fans,posed for some pictures,hugged a couple of his female fans,greeted the kids,climbed the ring and does his trademark ring ritual,he has a microphone at hand and feels the love all over the arena for him as they chanted "Welcome Back!" and "We"ve Missed you" for 10 minutes straight,Red feels emotional as he stepped into a BTWF ring for the first time in over 3 months and a Half

Red: DAMN IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK!

The crowd again explodes in cheer and apreciation that their hero has returned

Red: You know I've been gone for awhile and I just want to say this,there is no place I rather be right now but right here with you people and doing what I love to do and is to perform and give you guys a hell of a good show,but since I had some buissness elsewhere and I was planing to make my comeback here but sadly an injury sidelined me for almost 4 months the crowd moans at what happened to himit really sucked because I had to miss coming back here,also some dates I haven't finished with Zero-One but that can wait,the important thing is that I'm back with the BTWF and that's what matters, and the BTWF better watch out cause I'm ready to rock hard like never before because I'm b-b-b-b-b-bad to the bone,I drink alone and I'm going to kick some bones! We're gonna get funky like a monkey,and it's gonna be ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!

"Poundcake" starts playing thru the speakers as he raises his arms and posing in the ring for the crowd,pumping it up as he always does then climbes off the ring and goes thru the crowd shaking the hands of the people like the true people's champion that he is

Vic: Good Golly,miss molly,The BTWF better watch out now,he's back more focused as ever and maybe even ready to take some gold

Randy: without a doubt,he was missed for so long and I actually can't wait to see him back in the ring doing what he does best,we'll be right back folks!

END OF PROMO

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 21, 2005 1:40 pm


The Bartontron flickers, many know what is about to happen. Or at least they think so, until it fades in on a deserted warehouse scene, and many wonder what is going on.

The Voice: What in...?

Headhunter: It looks so... dead. Like... dude, that's cold.

The camera pans the warehouse, passing a shaded character next to a broken window. The figure speaks, some realizing what's happening.

Voice: Darkness. Defeat. Cold and pain. Just a few feelings running through your mind as you view this empty place. Many will turn from this scene, almost scared to THINK about it. Others will look on, a cold feeling running down their spines. Me? I fear it not.

The figure steps out of the darkness, the crowd cheering as they realize it's Shadow. Many wonder if this is just another stint or a reply to Voorhees.

Shadow: I have faced many competitors. Jack Frost, Darson Greys, Hell's Guardian and Omega... heck, I fought my longtime friend Heat because he turned his back on me. All these were difficult, especially my bout with Heat. But one thing stayed true through each battle: I came out a better wrestler, and a tougher person.

Shadow walks around the warehouse, looking into the empty holes and examining the decaying walls. He turns to face the camera, looking to it and the warehouse as he continues.

Shadow: Voorhees gave me an ultimatum. He said he would accept my challenge and that I would be the one, not only to lose, but Rest in Peace. Voorhees, I fear no man. I've faced the best of the best. I've faced the dirtiest, most talented wrestlers, and I've faced every fighting type there is. Voorhees, you may be good, but I am the Pinnacle of Greatness. I am the Original Legend of Shadows. I am Shadow Starr.

The camera lockson to Shadow as he walks once again to the broken window. He sits facing the outside, a gloomy air filling the scene.

Shadow: Voorhees. You say that I am not worth your time, "your" title. You say I can't sell tickets. Voorhees, I bring the crowd to BTWF. Hell, I AM the crowd. If it weren't for me, BTWF would be in the ground, just like CTC and GWF were. I saved those feds before leaving them, and I'll save this one. All I must do is take down the one man in my way. The one person, the one being who opposes my rise to greatness. Voorhees, you may have accepted my challenge, but you will come to learn that my challenges hold as much truth to its promise as your own. I will defeat you, Anthony. And when I do, you will follow Darson, because you will feel TRUE darkness.

The camera zooms in as Shadow begins to end his thoughts. A look of seriousness and determination is all that is in his eyes.

Just a short time until you fall, Voorhees. You say YOU have the true powers of Darkness? Well I AM the Darkness. I AM the Shadows. And I WILL take the World Heavyweight Championship when I DESTROY you!!

The camera fades out as Shadow slips back into the darkness, the lights in the arena coming up.

The Voice: Man, Shadow is focused now more than ever on the World Title. But will he be the one to defeat Voorhees?

Headhunter: Well, he has a point- he's taken the best of the best. I can see Shadow eliminating Voorhees.

The Voice: But Voorhees has done just as much damage as Shadow, if not more. He DID end the careers of quite a few wrestlers... Shadow only defeated them.

Headhunter: Well, Shadow challenged, Voorhees accepted... it looks like it's Blade's move. When will this epic match happen? And who will come out on top?

Fade... to... black...
PostPosted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:14 pm


Promo: The Renegade Souljah meets Heaven's Soldier

A shaky camera follows Powerhouse down a narrow hall which opens in to a larger corridor-like space. The athlete is dressed in his backstage attire, as there is no match concerning him tonight. He stops dead center in front of another man. There seems to be a moment of great tension before the House extends a hand of greeting, "So the second Renegade Souljah has returned. How's is goin', Eliminator?"

A second passes as the man in front of the Powerhouse looks down to the hand outstretched in front of him. "No, Powerhouse. The Sole Soldier has returned. I no longer serve the Renegades, you see. I serve the great I Am." There is a momentary pause as he tilts his head toward the atmosphere, "I am... Heaven's Soldier." The previous statement held a solemn tone of responsibility.

Powerhouse, though his face has not graced the camera this entire time, is obviously put off by his best friend's claims. "Yo, Eliminator, you okay? I think maybe you bumped your head a bit harder than we thought in that last match."

The Powerhouse's words were not accepted warmly by his former stable mate, instead these words were offered: "Powerhouse, I fear for your soul. Your insults, though meaningless against me, they cause the Lord to frown upon you. Your blasphemousness has put you in a point of great turmoil. I pity you, my friend."

A perplexing feeling weighed House's whole frame as he just shook his head. "Right... Well give me a call when this whole head trauma thing wears off and you're ready to snag the Tag Titles again." Powerhouse gave Heaven's Soldier a comforting pat on the shoulder as he continued along the corridor.

The camera stayed with Heaven's Soldier as he shook his head after his former tag team partner, praying for mercy upon his soul. And we fade to black.

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 2:54 pm


Promo: Figgy on BTWF

The crowd is silent waiting for the next match but suddenly the opening guitar riff for Pantera's "Walk" blares into the arena. And the bartontron shows the letters "FE" then the letters form into the words "Fig Effect". And on the ramp there is Figgy banging his head to his entrance music.

Victor Cross: " What the hell since when was he on BTWF!?"

Figgy runs down the ramp and slides under the ropes and into the ring. Upon that the crowd is relieved from the shock and cheers loudly at the new arrival. He has a slight smirk upon his face as he looks about the crowd as he motion for the music to be turned off.

Victor Cross: "Can it really be the 17 year veteren Figgy!?"
Randy Garza: "I believe so, we have reeled in a whopper this time."

Figgy had a mic in his hand and waited until the crowd died down.

"Well, thanks for the warm welcome, didn't knows you guys liked me that much. An any way you guys are wondering why the hell I am here. Well its simple i have terrorized every other federation there is and now I'm terrorizing the biggest of them all the BTWF. Just like every other place I have been I am here to raise hell in fact because of this warm welcome I am going to raise more hell than usual. My rivalry with the epitaph is going to be nothing compared to this. "

He threw the mic and started to walk off. He went up the ramp and out of the stage.

Vic: "Wow, there will be utter chaos BTWF from this day forward"
PostPosted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 9:49 pm


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Part 2/2

* Heat gets near the box and takes something that captures the eyes of everyone, Heat has the World Heavy Weight Championship on his hands, everyone is astonished, Heat puts it on his shoulder and walks around smiling * -" Hmmm mmm... it looks good on me doesn't it?, World Heavy Weight Champion... The Heat... yeah... and it's heavy eh, the Gaia was lighter but this one is... hey dudes, this is your chance to get a Collectors Photo of The Heat wearing the WHW Title, go ahead!. "- * Heat climbs the corner as he usually do when he wins a match, and with the Title on his shoulder the flashes oh all the cameras shine, Heat poses with the Title and plays a little, then goes down and leaves it on the table, taking something from the box * -" Well, you better save those photos because I think that will be the only way you guys will see me with that on the shoulder, now I know this Title represents the future of this company... watch this! "- * Heat took an Industrial Nail Gun, he takes the belt and nails it 6 times until the Title can't take it anymore and breaks in several pieces, the fans are in shock as well as Jim and Vic * -" Whoa, that was fun, well as you all can see, an important title like that can be easily destroyed!, with that I prove to all that our fed has a weak future, normally a belt is more than just metal and leather, a belt holds the hopes, dreams, wishes and ideals of all the roster, clearly without a strong champ or any roster the belt is useless, and im not saying that Voorhees is not championship material, what I mean is that some say that because of him Dars left, well, we don't know so even if that is true then Anthony had to grabs his darkness powers and rule with incredible force... but besides that he is cool. Now let's turn our eyes to another championship! "- * Heat kicks the destroyed belt away and takes another one from the box, it is the Gaia Championship, Heat puts it on his shoulder, then turns to the fans * -" What do we have here... my long lost belt... the belt that cost me a lot, I had to sweat, bleed, get injured and more to return this Championship to it's former glory, the fans loved me, The Heat Powered Champ.... all that to lose it with a damn cheap shot?, well after a while of thinking, after a while of watching how Revision destroyed once more the soul of that Title I decided to let everything go... I realized that no matter how much you kill yourself to make a Title Shine, in the end and 90% of the times a damn loser with bully friends or guitars can steal it and ruin it all..., yes I know I like to complain much about how I never got my rematch but truth is that I could care less about being any champ or contender ever again, I don't care if the boss likes it, or that piece of trash with the 75 cent GoL shirt loser in the front row likes it, or even if the rest of the god damn roster at backstage likes it, because the fact that matters is this, is that there ain't nothing AND THE HEAT MEANS NOTHING than can ever compare to be The Icon, The Magic One, The Last Action Warrior, The Mexican Marvel and above all else... What The Fans Want! "- * All the fans stand up and cheer, roar and celebrate with The Heat, the mexican celebrates with them, then drops the belt and gives it 8 nails shots until it cracked, again the fans are in shock, that is the second belt that Heat ruins, the fans are quiet, Heat takes the shattered belt out of the ring *

Hartman- Ok, it's official, Heat is crazy.

Sharpton- Yes... I like it.

* Heat walks around, the box is empty now , he rubs his chin, then finally speaks again * -" Well... it seems that finally I finished all my material.... somehow my anger is gone too so... we are kinda finished here, Raza thanks for hearing me, thanks for your time and... wait... wait a damn minute... I just remembered another thing that I wanted to discuss... a thing that may involve the future of the BTWF as well... last time I checked on the BTWF Site... I saw a very interesting Poll... I mean I normally don't care about what the site says but that little poll made me angry... Ari hit me one more time! "- * Again the BarTron turns on, the poll appears on the big screen and the charts, Heat stares at it then talks * -" Can you believe that?, I mean I find it as a very bad joke... for those who are on the back seats let me read the question for you....Who is the Best Entertainer of all times in the BTWF.... Old Maxwell Corners also known as the HBK, or the Mexican Marvel, best known as The Heat... yeah that is what the damn poll says... and the worst thing is that the charts are trying to slap at me or something... they say 50-50... HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE!!!, No One and I Mean NO ONE is as good as me, being compared with that... Conners makes me feel... common...anyway, since this time I don't have time limit I guess I can do a little of old school Spotlight... so here we go "- * Heat walks outside the ring, he passes the barrier and moves around the fans, they don't gather around him like crazy, they let him walk around, he stops with a little kid *

Heat- Hi son, this is The Heat, want to ask something?

Kid- Yeah I want to ask you something sir, are you here to stay forever or just passing by like my friend says?

Heat- Passing By?

Kid- Yeah, my friends says that you go and come because you are scared of the wrestling now, that you prefer easy money with movies than being here.

Heat- Oohhh... I get it, well little vato, next time you see your friends tell them that The Heat says that I could care less about them... im not sure if I?ll stay, but you are sure that The Icon talked to you and that I?ll do my best.

Kid- Thanks sir.

Heat- Heh, ok... who's next... you girl, the girl with the red bandana, want to ask something?

Girl- Oh yeah, hi sugar, I want to ask this, are you and your valet Ari something?

Heat- What? No... Errh... no we aren't why?

Girl- Oh just asking, hey can I get your autograph?

Heat- Sure.

Girl- Sign... these babies!!!

Heat- Sweet Mother of...I mean... I don't have a pen... so... maybe another day yeah...

* Heat stops the interviews and returns to the ring, all is over then he takes his shades out * -" Well, I think that this is over, im glad that all the fans gathered, Jim, Vic, Cross... thanks for coming too, I hope this special Spotlight Unlimited works and mama if you?re listening I already said that 3 Times and...

GONK!!!

Heat was talking when got suddenly scared by that sound, the fans waited, maybe it was a joke by Heat but then the lights went out.

GONK!!!

Voorhees- Heat.... Heat.... HEAT!!!

Huge cheers and roars rise as that voice is heard, the lights return and the World Heavy Weight Champ is in the ring, Heat takes 2 steps back, Voorhees seems pissed, Ari runs down from the entrance and reaches Heat, she says something to Heat and the mexican nods, then stares at the Champ.

Heat- Sup Vato, can I help you?

Voorhees- Help me? HELP ME!!!... What about my Title?

Heat- Oh... that, see that was a replica too so don't worry, I believe the original is at you place... maybe, Df give me a good discount you know... anyway thanks for coming but I have something to do, see yaw.

* Heat smiles at the Champ and is about to leave the ring when Voorhees talks *

Voorhees- Wait... wait... just a second... you once told me that you were ready to have a match with me.... im already here, on the ring and with nothing to do... so what do you say... Vato?

The place is about to fall apart, Voorhees is waiting for Heat's answer and The Icon is on the ropes, without moving and listening to the crowd, Ari stares at him, Heat nods then turns, walking to the champ and standing right in front of him, Heat raise the mic slowly.

Heat- I say..... ARI RING THE BELL!!!

Everyone gets up from their seats, a thunderous roar shakes the entire arena, Heat stands back and takes the jacket out tossing it outside along with the mic, Voorhees takes all the Flaming set outside and also gets ready, both men circle the ring and just wait for the bell, both eager to start.

Hartman- OMG! OMG! OMG!

Sharpton- Make your bets everyone, this is about to get ugly!

Ding! Ding!! Ding!!!

Ari rings the bell and the fans roar, the voices oh the thousands of people there show excitement and emotion, Heat and Anthony are still circling the ring watching to each other carefully but getting closer to the center of the ring, finally both are standing in front of each other, Heat says something and Anthony answer right away, both begin a discussion and Heat turns his face to the ring side, obviously in disagreement with what the Champ said, Anthony keeps talking but Heat has had enough already, Heat turns his face and with a clean right fist starts this, the roars keep appearing as Anthony, surprised but not scared returns the fist in the same way Heat did his, the entire place gets up, both men are now canned in to a fist fight, Heat and Anthony aren?t stopping, finally after more blow exchanges Heat stumbles back a little taken but tries to counter quickly with an Uppercut, Anthony knew he was about to do that and blocked the attack, countering with a quick Head Butt then a whip to the ropes, Heat runs and returns, Anthony is already waiting with a Clothesline but the Icon does a baseball slide and pass between the Champions legs, Anthony looks down a little surprised to see a mexican disappear under him, he tries to turn but Heat moves faster and gets up quickly, standing behind Anthony and wrapping his arms around the champs waits, pulling him back and delivering a German Suplex, the crowd is divided, the chants for both wrestlers are equal. Heat gets up still holing Anthony by the waist, Heat is about to deliver the second German when Anthony stops the attempt by locking his left leg between Heat?s, The Icon keeps trying but the Champ did a good work blocking the move, Heat releases Anthony but the Champ isn?t letting go now, striking the mexican head with the elbow, Anthony begins a vicious attack, after the 5 shots to the head, the Champ picks up Heat with his right arm and lifts him walking to the center of the ring, then drops it punishing the back with that Side Walk Slam, Anthony gets up and stomps the Icon, Heat rolls away and gets up in a hurry, Voorhees raises his left leg as Heat was running towards him and the Icon gets knocked down again , this time with a Big Boot, Anthony stops Heat again but the Mexican rolls once more, getting up again and running for the second time, Anthony smiles and raise the leg again, only that this time Heat grabbed his leg and moved his head, the same trick doesn?t work twice with him, Heat drops himself to the mat and drags the trapped leg with him taking down the champ with the quick Dragon Screw, Heat rolls away and handsprings up, Anthony rubs his leg then gets up, this time he is the one that runs after the Mexican, Heat dodges the charge and Anthony keeps running until he bounces with the ropes and return, Heat waits for the right moment then with a fast Toe Kick on the guts stops the Champ charge, Anthony bends over defenseless and the fans scream as Heat pulls Anthony in to Game over position, Heat is about to lock both arms up but Anthony releases them and pulls up, tossing Heat behind him and probably out of the ring too, the Champ walks away and never notices how Heat grabbed the upper rope in the air and landed safely on the apron, Heat whistles to the Champ then jumps to the 3rd rope and bounces to the air attempting a Springboard, Anthony turns after hearing the whistle and finds a flying mexican on the air, the fans are about to scream with emotion but instead they get quiet, Anthony cached Heat on the air without much of a problem, Heat doesn?t know what went wrong but soon realizes he is in danger, the Champ has already turned Heat head down, he is in the Tombstone Pile Driver position, the fans again roar, but Heat doesn?t want to get buried like that and begins to struggle making hard to Anthony to keep him hanging like that, finally Heat attacks the Champ knee and Anthony has no other choice than letting him go, Heat is released and ends in the mat with no harm done, Anthony kneels down and again rubs his knee, Heat rolls away and gets up running towards the Champ, Anthony gets up in time and both men knock down each other with a Double Clothesline.

Hartman- Can you believe it James?.. this is so awesome, this I so incredible, just hear the crowd they are shaking the entire place.

Sharpton- Yeah those two are giving quite a show, I think I never saw a Voorhees with such spirit and such speed, and Heat is also giving his best!.

Hartman- Im glad we decided to come, this is so awesome.

Back on the ring both men are getting up, after a rush like that both try to get a hold, Heat gets up first but takes the time to breath Anthony stands up right away and his face shows emotion, both are doing great, Heat nods and Anthony follows, both men start to circle the ring once more then suddenly the BarTron turns on, all the eyes go to the entrance and both Heat and Anthony stop.

-Do You ever Have bad Dreams?... All I Have is Bad Dreams?-

Huge jeers and complains start right after, the fans tough that something big was going to happen not something like that. With ?So Long- by Ever Last, Heat and Anthony decide to put their match on hold until they find out what is going on here, after a few seconds, from the entrance Apolo walks out, wearing his usual suit, the fans aren?t giving him a warm welcome, The Dream ignores them all, he walks down until he is almost at the end of the ramp.

Apolo- What do we have here? I wanna know what is going on here?, did I miss something? Are we back again or are you two just trying to steal and use private property?

On ring side, Ari gets near Heat and gives him 2 micros, Heat toss one to the Champ and then begins.

Heat- Hey Champ, check that out, isn?t the Purpose Guy?, haha, listen Apolo this is not your business, leave now or you?ll regret it.

Voorhees- He is right, the big guys are playing here, there is no room for the kids like you, so why you don?t go and find any purpose somewhere else, let?s say at the bottom of a canyon or at the deeps of the sea?.

Apolo- No, no.. that is not the attitude a Champ must have, but yeah I am here with a ? purpose, if you losers remember I said a while ago that it wont matter what, I?ll be there to ruin the moment remember? Now here we are, the Mexican did his little? show, and now you two are trying to have an unofficial match? Well, I don?t see that right, so it was time for me to come here and ruin it all? since this started with the Aztec show ? i ask you Voorhees, leave now and let me destroy the mexican.

Heat- Hey, how fun, you want to be beaten fr old times sake? Okay then, Champ get down, im gonna kill that son of a?

Before Heat could finish his word, another song started, this time was -This is Now-by Hatebreed, Apolo turned back to the entrance showing his surprise, Heat and the Champ looked at each other clearly confused. On the entrance ramp 3 men appeared, from left to right they are Iron, Bryan Kutterman and Kid Chaos, none others than the GoL. Bryan takes a mic and speaks.

Bryan- Okay, okay, okay, time out, im so sick and tired to hear your ramblings mexican not only you used half your show to put me and my team down, making us look like sick bastards!.

Heat- Never said a thing, you like that tile, make my day!

***The fans laugh***

Bryan- Silence!!! Im not in the mood to keep hearing your annoying voice, your stupid accent or to watch your ugly face, im here to settle this once and for all, you say I have never beat you? Well you are about to get what you desire?

Apolo- Now wait a damn minute, I got here first, take your turn!

Bryan.- Oh it is you? well Apolo, you and I have still scores to settle, but today I want you to thank god, because I feel merciful, today I?ll let you go, my target is the mexican so step back and watch the pros work.

Heat- Oh, how brave you are Bryan, I said it once and I?ll say it again, without those puppets around you you?re nothing!

Bryan- Shut up, this puppets as you cal them will show you the true meaning of pain.

Voorhees- Hold it, hold it, wait a sec here? I don?t find this very equal, 3 on 1? What a shame? this is so unfair and I think I can level up the odds a little, let?s make this a 3 on 2 eh?.

Bryan- As you wish, the more the merrier!

Apolo- Hey, I somehow feel ignored, so using your words Bryan, we can settle this later, let?s do this old school, 4 on 2!!

Voorhees- Oh? well I don?t see a problem there, Heat?

Heat- Ari, RING THE BELL!!!!

One more time the bell rings and the fans are about to get crazy the 3 GoL member run down to the ring and Apolo joins them, Heat and Anthony are waiting for them, Heat receives Kid Chaos and start a little brawl, Heat manages to get the upper hand and is about to whip KC away when Apolo attacks from behind and pummels the mexican on the back, Heat loses balance and ends in the mat, the 2 guys above him quickly start to stomp him like if he was some bugs running from the nest, on the other side Anthony has decimated Iron, the giant tried to use brute force but the Champ proved that brains work better and Iron ended outside the ring thanks to a Clothesline, the Champ turns and Bryan wants to surprise him with a Spear, Anthony moves away and Bryan also ends outside the ring, the Champ turns and sees how Apolo and KC are dancing a Jarabe Tapatio over Heat who can?t do a thing just try and protect himself down there, both GoL and former GoL never saw when Anthony ran after them, they just heard the sound of the boots on the mat, when they turned Anthony took both men down with a Lariat, getting up real quick, Anthony helped Heat to get up, both nodded and kicked them outside the ring, on the other side Iron entered the ring and Bryan tossed him a Steel Chair, Heat turned right in time to avoid the chair shoot, Anthony also turned and with a Big Boot took the giant down, Heat runs to the ropes and bounces to deliver a Knee Stinger, Iron got damaged on the Legs and cried out in pain, Anthony rolled the giant outside the ring but KC and Apolo were already entering, Anthony tossed the chair to Heat but the mexican drop it and kicked it outside the ring, The Champ understood and turned , Apolo tackled Anthony and both men ended down on the mat, Heat watched it all and wanted to aid Anthony but KC grabbed him with the arm and turned him then delivered a DDT, the fans were chanting both wrestlers names, trying to give them courage to keep on but the dirty tactic of the GoL were overcoming any attempt.

Hartman- This is not good, this is not good, 4 is always more than 2, as a matter of fact 4 is the double of 2, this is crazy!!!

Sharpton- I think we are about to see the end of the Heat as we know him? too bad the Champ tried to help, now he?ll receive a free a** kicking.

Up in the ring Heat and Anthony have been finally decimated Iron and KC are holding down Heat on his knees meanwhile Apolo has the Champ trapped on the corner, with his knee on Anthony?s throat, Bryan has his old friend with him, the steel baseball bat it?s on his hands, the fans are cursing him but he just love that, Bryan is about to swing when a voice appears on the sound system.

???- Hey, homes do that and I promise you you?ll regret it your entire life!

Bryan looks around, the fans also are looking for the one who said that, soon from the entrance someone walks out, it is none other that Jin.

Jin- Hey fool, I will repeat it if your crack nut brain didn?t got it the first time, drop that bat and let the Vato and his friend go or I?ll have to go down and beat your sorry a**.

Bryan stares at the entrance, a wicked smile it?s on his face, he stops for the moment, and ask for a mic, Ari gives him one.

Bryan- Excuse me? Did you say something? Homes?

Jin- Aye, I said, let them go or you?ll regret it, are you deaf or something?

Bryan- Well you see, I did hear you the first time but, I just can?t figure out how will be able to beat us, we already got them, what do you think you can do?

Jin- Well, for instance, im not one of the 4 losers who are staring at me instead of watching their backs!

With those last words the entire GoL and Apolo turned back, on a corner TT was waiting just for the perfect moment, he jumped high to the sky and landed the perfect Drop Kick in to Bryans face sending him miles away, Apolo left Anthony down and got up trying to get Tiger, but the cruiser moved away and made Apolo trip, KC and Iron released Heat and cornered Tiger, but they forgot about the 4th man who ran all the way down, slide inside the ring and Speared them from behind, Iron end up between the ropes and got trapped, KC tried to get up fast and counter attack but an already recovered Anthony got up in time to stop him with his right arm, grabbing him by the throat and delivering a Choke slam on his sorry a**. Jin picked Apolo up and with Tiger delivered a Two Man Flapjack on the Dream, then kicked him outside the ring, Bryan got up and watched how his team was being defeated, he stared too much, Heat was already up and ran behind him taking the GoL leader out of the ring with a Running Elbow Smash, the fans keep screaming, almost with a dry throat now, but still enjoying the moment. Tiger watched a helpless Iron stuck in the ropes, he asked Anthony for help and the Champ agreed, Anthony whipped Tiger to the ropes, the King of the Cage knocked the giant outside the ring with a Powerful Yakuza Kick, only KC was left. Heat wanted to kick him outside too but Jin got in the middle, he whispered something to the mexican ears and he smiled, then told to Tiger and Anthony who also agreed. Jin stood above KC, who was still suffering the effects from that Choke Slam, with a huge grin on the face Jin picked up KC, then stared at him for a while, KC was all groggy and confused, Jin panted him on the shoulder, then kicked him on the guts making him bend, the fans roared when Jin placed KC on Redemption?s position ( Pedigree ), Heat smiled, both had similar moves, Jin shouted to the crowd if they wanted a Redemption, they answer back with a huge YESSSS!! With a total acceptance, Jin delivered the Redemption on KC, then got up, this time Anthony stood above a lifeless KC, he picked him up and without saying a thing delivered a Tombstone Pile Driver on KC as well, the fans roared after that, but roared even more when they saw Tiger on the corner, looking to both sides, the fans quickly started to chant, JUMP, JUMP, JUMP and Tiger pleased them right away, the Tiger Pounce was now on KC Bill as well., outside the damaged GoL members and Apolo could do nothing than watch, Finally Heat stood above KC, the fans roared as not only Heat, but Anthony, Tiger and Jin started to rub their forearms, that could only mean one thing, a Heat Wave was coming ( People?s Elbow ), with a huge smile on the face Heat ran to his left and bounced, everyone moved out of his way as Heat jumped KC body and bounced on the second ropes, Heat returned with his usual moon walk but this time also Jin and Tiger did one as Heat approached to his target, finally Heat stood above KC once more, cleaned the dust from his elbow and delivered the Elbow Dive right in to KC heart! The fans raised their arms as Heat finished his move and not happy with that he covered KC, everyone in the stadium made the count. 1!!! , 2!!!, THREEEEEE!!!!. Like if the most important match on a PPV night was over, everyone celebrated, Heat got up and KC got kicked out from the ring, the 4 wrestlers celebrated and raised their arms, Heat climbed his corner and invited all to do the same, the 4 corners of the ring were used and everyone ignored the wounded GoL who was retreating slowly to the back of the place, Jin got down the corner and picked a mic, then talked.

Jin- Heh.. phew.. that was something? now Vato, we all have seen how you are still good in this, but you haven?t answered the question that kid did to you and since im your friend I want you to answer me, are you staying with us now?

Heat grabbed another mic, he took a moment to breath, then looked at Jin

Heat- I.. well Vato? I?

Again and with no warning, the BarTron turned on, this time someone was in the screen, it was Maxwell Conners, sit on a chair and clapping slowly.

Conners- Bravo, bravo? guys I must say I admire you all, you did a non official show? a very good one by the way, but there is something I want to clear? Heat, you?re still there right? Good? let me say something Heat, before you even had your Icon name I was already the best, you think it is not fair that we get compared? Well I don?t think is fair that even my name was used to try and match me with a? with you.. but well, it seems that the fans think we are equal, personally I do not think so, and there is only one way to settle that, if you get what im saying.

All the eyes return to Heat, who cleans the sweat from his face

Heat- Conners? a pleasure to finally meet you?. Yeah im not ok with those results and yeah I think there is only one way to find who is the best entertainer that this company ever had? so I?ll guess we?ll meet very soon

Conners- Indeed.. and i want to be a very speacil match, were we can use our best moves, all our skills and do not say we wer cheated.. Hea, is that ok with you if we have an.. I QUIT MATCH!!!

**The fans can't beleiev it, only here shuch things can happen.***

Heat- Okay, well see who gives up, do not worry about me, worry about yourself, you'll give up i'll be damn if you dont!

That was the answer everyone wanted to hear, Heat is staying with them and has already started something with none other than Maxwell Conners, what will happen now, only time will tell.! The fans celebrate, Jin TT and Anthony celebrate with Heat, they stay in the ring more time to be with the fans, the camera starts to get away until it fades to black.

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LatinoHeat


Eddie Brock Jr
Crew

PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 9:35 pm


The Barton arena is ghostly silent, a match not being held there in months, and some people quite frankly just giving up hope on the Barton Town Wrestling Federation, and all of its superstars. The arena is eerily silent, the camera looking down from above at the ring and at the entrance ramp. The camera begins to zoom a little bit closer to the ringside, where a figure can be seen, as the camera begins to move closer towards it. As it gets closer, a person is seen, legs raised up and leaning on the ringside barricade, until finally, it gets to the point where Maxwell Conners can be seen. He has a laid back look on his face, seemingly staring into oblivion, something obviously on his mind. He continues to stare off into that oblivion, seemingly not noticing the camera approaching. But of course, being Maxwell Conners, it was all a ploy, as he begins to speak.

“You know, I was a lot like this empty arena a few weeks ago.” He smirks to himself, still staring into outer space, before putting his legs down and bending over them, while he puts his hands behind his head, stroking the back of his head, before standing himself up straight and brushing off his pants. Maxwell then jumps over the ringside barricade, landing on his feet, before leaning back against it. “A lonely, deserted, dead place, once so lively, full of life, full of energy, and most of all, full of fun.” Maxwell takes a look around the arena, before shrugging to himself, seemingly content. “It’s funny really. A place I created with my own time and efforts, yet it meant nothing to me. It didn’t matter that I was no longer the owner. Hell, I prefer doing this. It gets me up close and personal with the guys in the back, and with the fans. They’re the reason I do the crazy s**t that I do, but that just didn’t seem to matter…”

Maxwell walks over to the ring, before hopping up and setting himself back down on the apron, talking all the while. “If you haven’t heard the rumors….hell, if you haven’t read the Gaian Inquirer, me and Jade Kennedy broke up over a month ago. The promising tag team that would come to dominate all of the Barton Town Wrestling Federation was gone in a flash, and over what?” Maxwell shakes his head, before reaching back and pulling himself up over the ring rope, so that he is staring intently at the ring, without stepping a foot inside of it. “That….whole…situation, if you want to call it that, was easily one of the stupidest mistakes that I’ve ever made in my life. But I was glad to have gone through it. I learned a lot about love, and about life in general.” Maxwell looks down and smirks to himself, a little amused about this recollection of memories. “But it didn’t matter. I was set to come back to the BTWF. To dominate the World Heavyweight Championship division. But, as fate would have it, the BTWF….my BTWF was closed down temporarily, thanks to some greedy lazy bastards in the back, always begging for more, always thinking they’re the best, but are they? Can they even come close to holding a tee against greats such as Big Daddy or Darson Grays? The two people that helped make the BTWF the pinnacle of Gaian wrestling, outlasting other feds. GWA, CTC, they all had nothing on us because of guys like them.”

Maxwell bends down slowly, a little achy, as he climbs through the ring ropes, and he quickly looks around and smirks to himself. “Wow….I haven’t been here in a while. That feeling, that rush of adrenaline….I forgot what that felt like, thanks to backstage “politics.” It’s funny how they say that every empire falls. You know the deal….the Romans, the Greeks, even the Galactic Empire. They all fell, thanks to minor little technicalities that turned into something much more.” Maxwell walks over to the ringside ropes, and gives them a little shake, before progressively getting faster and harder, ala Ultimate Warrior. “Hell, Ultimate Warrior fell. But see, I wasn’t worried about the BTWF. It always seemed to rebound, and I figured, that if it didn’t rebound this time, it deserved to die. Maybe I’m a little greedy in saying this, but I cared more about myself and my heart while the BTWF was in hiatus.” Maxwell turns around and leans back first against the ropes that he was just shaking madly, before crossing his arms and looking down. “I was a broken man. I wasn’t the ‘Pinnacle of Perfection.’ Hell, I wasn’t even perfection. But it was in my downtime that I found someone else, another girl to shower with gifts, to care for like only Maxwell Conners can….but alas, that was not meant to be either.”

Maxwell straightens himself up before walking towards a near turnbuckle. He shakes his head and puts it forward, gently resting it up on the top turnbuckle, before seemingly getting angry very quickly, as he unties the top turnbuckle and throws it as hard as he can into the stands. “It isn’t fair. I am the Heartbreak Kid….but it seems that my heart is always the one breaking.” Maxwell shakes his head and walks around a little bit, calming himself down, before going on. “I can’t hate her for what she did to me. And to be perfectly honest, I’m feeling a lot better than I dead a few days ago. They say that the heart heals with time, but something got lost throughout this chaos. Something….a passion of mine, seems to have left me.” Maxwell stops in the center of the ring, looking down, as he quietly chuckles to himself, a somber chuckle, but a chuckle nonetheless. “I hate to quote a fellow heartbreaker, but I think through the past couple of months….I’ve lost my smile for this business.”

“Maybe it was all the crap the BTWF has gone through. The backstage stuff. Maybe it’s just me. I don’t know anymore. Sure, like I said before, I still get that rush, that adrenaline whenever I’m in this ring, but it just doesn’t feel like it once did.” Maxwell leans back against the ropes yet again, seemingly in deep contemplation. “I love the fans. I love the guys in the back. But I really think it’s time Maxwell Conners listens to himself. I think it’s time for Maxwell Conners to ride off into the sunset, head high, to live to fight another day.”

Maxwell turns around and climbs up to the second ring rope behind him, balancing himself as he takes a look around the arena. “But that’s not to say I’m done…yet.” Maxwell garners a very cocky smirk at this before going on. “It seems that the Heat wants to start something with me, over who the more charismatic personality is throughout the BTWF, and gosh darn it if I don’t defend my pride and my honor as being the most witty guy here.” Maxwell jumps down and begins to pull against the ropes, much like he did earlier, but he doesn’t quite do it for as long. Instead, he lets them go before jogging to another ring rope and doing the same thing. “Heat, Heat, Heat, a guy who likes to talk the talk, but I don’t believe you can quite walk the walk yet. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a great talent. Easily one of the BTWF’s top guys, but you have yet to achieve that next level. The World Heavyweight Championship. I bet you think I’m out here insulting you and degrading you, but that is far from the truth. Sure, you’re a former Gaia Champ. But what I want to know….what I’m giving you the chance to do is to see if you can step it up to that next level. If I lose this match, I’ll have no worries. I lost to the man I’d most want to lose to, a man that I respect. If I win, then well…party at the Heartbreak Hotel baby!” Maxwell takes a few steps and begins to strut, much like Ric Flair does, before laughing it off. “Heat, this match is out of sheer respect. There is no bad blood between us.”

Maxwell quickly walks over to another turnbuckle and climbs it up to the second rope, taunting like he has been used to doing over the years, only this time, he gets no response from the empty arena. “You see Heat, I want to go out with a bang. Not just any match. Hell, not even any I Quit match. To achieve the level that I want, I need you. And I know for a fact, that at Re:Birth, we’ll steal the show. And who knows? Maybe in time, I’ll have a Re:Birth of my own, and once again reclaim the glory that I once possessed.” Maxwell quickly garners a serious look and raises his arms out to the side, much like Randy Orton does, before smirking it off again. “But I’m not worried about that. I’m not even worried about our match at Re:Birth Heat, because I know we will put on a show that will not be forgotten.”
PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 10:43 pm


Promo: STFU, Heat!

Apparently the unofficial broadcast made by The Heat had just ended. The camera slowly zooms out from the platinum colored plasma flat and wide screen television set mounted above a cold and hungry fireplace. In the dim, random illumination the television set gave off, one could make out, as the camera reverse zoomed, a coffee table with yesterday's paper spread out on it, a Corona without a coaster under it, and a pair of kicks crossed over each other. As the camera zoomed out some more we see a black leather sofa with a body on it. Medium length strands of jet black hair fall down, hiding a man's neck from behind as his overly confident laugh fills the space.

From out of the open blinds of his loft story window there is a fine view of Safeco Field, and the noise and bustle of the busy Seattle streets trying to make it home through the winter sleet and cold wet climate. Beside this window is a computer, whose screen remains lit. Displayed on it is the BTWF's homepage, and the updated superstar list of the wrestlers to be involved in the six man Ultimate X match for the F*ck Safety title. The third name on the list is highlighted by the cursor.

"Amusing, I have to admit. Too bad all of that sh-t is trivial, you idiot beaner." Uncrossing his feet and planting them on the ground, the Souljah sits up, grabbing his Corona and taking a swig. The man wipes his mouth of the excess liquid and shakes his head, rising.

"All that World Heavyweight Title crap is a load of nonsense. You're pissed about a God d-mned poll comparing you to Maxwell, the Has Been Kid, Connors? You must have been sitting in the sun a bit too long outside that mud shack in a Hell hole of a country you call Mexico, because neither of you losers deserve to make the list." Powerhouse was addressing the television, apparently 'speaking to' The Heat.

"You want a poll between the best entertainers; you round up the old Renegade Souljahz and choose from us. We were a hell of a lot more entertaining than an alien fresh off the hog truck crossing the border that can't even form a complete English sentence, and a has been who never was without his bat." The man shook his head once more and turned his body, though his face was hidden under the darkness' mask. He took his bottle with him as he strolled 'round the room to accent his speech.

"Night after night Eliminat--er--Heaven's Soldier and I..." He looked up toward his ceiling and pointed in the same direction as he clucked his tongue, "Sorry about that, Big Guy," House cleared his throat, waving his drink in a large circle, "...Well anyway, we stuck our necks out night after night, put our asses--and our Tag Team Titles, might I add--on the line every time we stepped in the ring."

Waving his drinking arm wide out, Powerhouse continued, "We were jumping off twelve foot ladders to the outside of the ring like it was just taking two steps at a time on a stairwell. We innovated some of the best damn Irish whip situation and rebound maneuvers witnessed in the BTWF to date. We took on those freaks of nature, Apolo and Iron, at the same time beating the living hell of that punk, Austin Azure, and his lackey, Xunkai, while simultaneously taking from Kanyon and Seraph what was rightfully ours from the very beginning." House took a quick swig from the bottle. He was really fired up on 'The Heat' now, even though his back was turned to the television and an infomercial on hair weaves now occupied the screen, "We were--we are the epitome of greatness. I am the epitome of greatness, as all will bear whiteness to this October 25th."

House now crossed to the window, looking down to the people below before shifting his attention back to the camera, "You see, you illiterate Hot Sauce Haphazard, any moron with a little bit of luck can steal that disgrace you buffoons call the World Heavyweight Title, but I will prove, two weeks from now, through use of supreme skill and ultimate intellect, that not only is the F-ck Safety belt the best Title in BTWF history..." He added under his breath, "Excluding the Tag Team Titles," and continued, "...But that I am the best champion in BTWF history."

He was now adressing a more generalized audience, "I don't even need to see the remaining names for the BTWF Ultimate X Invitational II to tell you it won't make one bit of difference. It doesn't matter what those two names are, because I will educate them with a PhD and lay them out right in the center of the ring just like the other three losers. Then I'll climb over their drained and lifeless bodies, wrap my arms around that glorious belt, and take what's been coming to me since it's dawning; the BTWF F-ck Safety Title."

"Not only will I remind the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world, but I will prove to the rest of the roster that I, The Powerhouse, am the most fearless, most able, most threatening force BTWF has known. An enigma? Hardly. An entity? Exactly. I am the blood that flows through the veins of the BTWF, I am the air that circulates through it's lungs, and I am the immunity that will destroy everyone in my path until I get what is mine -- no matter the risk, and by any means necessary."

The Powerhouse has made a full circle and is now back at the sofa. "Not only am I the most charismatic force in this federation, I am the most talented." He threw the empty, thus useless, bottle into the fireplace and looked directly in to the camera, "Remember Cral, remember Red, and remember Ford: I don't challenge; I consume."

Powerhouse's lips curled into that signature haunting grin. This and his eyes are all of his face that is visible. He chuckled that trademarked laugh and the camera faded... to black.

Mark Zout

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SandsShifter
Captain

PostPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 11:00 am


The BarTron came to life, showing an old battlefield ridden with random debris, ranging from destroyed humvees to discarded pistols. Most commonly seen, though, are used bombshells, the sizes of them ranging from the size of gernades to the size of your standard shell from a rocket launcher. Most prominent of all, though, is one large rocket that is in the middle of the battlefield, not destroyed or anything, just sitting there straight up and down. The camera zooms in a little bit, showing there to be the 'Nuclear' sign on the rocket, slightly hidden by the earth it's buried in.

Voice: Tad scary, hm?

The camera zoomed back out, panning around as it tried to find the source of the voice. After a few seconds, the source of the voice was revealed as a figure stepped out from behind the large rocket, the shadow cast by the rocket hiding his face.

Unknown Person: This large piece of machinery flew through the air and came down into this exact spot, but did not explode. Everyone on this battlefield made a break for it, dropping everything and ending up killing themselves as they tried to flee from this dud. That's much like what everyone in the BTWF does when they see one of their champions in the hallway; Just drop everything and run. Well, that's all about to change.

The person stepped out of the shade of the rocket, but his face was titled away from the camera, so the camera man was still unable to see who this person was.

Unknown Person: At Re:Birth, I'm going to to fly through the air just like this missile did, but I'm not going to be a dud. I'm going to explode into that ring and destroy my opponent, along with anyone who decides to try and attack me. I'm a big man, but no big man that has ever been in the BTWF can hold a candle to what I'll do once I get into that ring. Why's that? Because....

With that, the person turned to the face the camera, grinning cockily as he stepped into full view of the camera, showing it to be none other then Tai 'Nitro' Tolium.

I'M TNT!


Tolium glanced back at the rocket then walked towards the camera, the camera zooming in on the super heavyweight so that everything went fuzzy. Back in the Barton arena, the fans are buzzing with murmurs such as 'TNT? Who's that?' where as the fans who watched the GWA before it was reduced to an indy federation were saying things like 'TNT! This is great!' The camera did a slow, 360 degree spin to pan around, fading to black as it completed it's spin.
PostPosted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 2:04 pm


The arena goes pitch dark, many not knowing what is going to happen. Some believe it's Voorhees or Jin, others think maybe Kutterman or Apolo. The BartonTron lights up, and all wondering is stopped. Only one man is on the screen.

The Voice: Shadow?

Headhunter: What's his deal with all this?

The camera zooms in on the scene, a calm beach area on a clear day. Shadow looks to the sky, beginning his thoughts.

Shadow: My time had come. My time for greatness. My time to be number one. It was finally going to be me, rising to the top of the food chain, looking down to those who challenged me and having the greatest credential to back me up.

Shadow focuses in on te camera, the camera zooming in on Shadow.

Shadow: I challenged Voorhees. The man who finally defeated Darson Greys. The man who took the World Title from the one man I could never seem to defeat. And Voorhees accepted, ready to fight me, putting the World Heavyweight Championship on the line.

A look of hatred fills Shadow's eyes as he continues, the crowd in the arena beginning to feel an eerie darkness as chills run down their spines.

Shadow: And as usual, I get passed up. My efforts, my hard work, my dedication... all overlooked so that a "Unified Title" could come about. Voorhees is put in a match against Yuri Yurivech, a man who has disgraced my family in the CTC, a man who needs an attitude adjustment before getting anything else.

The Voice: Man, what is with Shadow? He leaves this fed twice, comes back and thinks he deserves a World Title shot?

Headhunter: Well, Vic, the man has a point- He's worked hard, he's trained hard, and he has earned a right to something more...

The Voice: But the World Title?

Shadow: Blade, hear this. I know what is going on. Many times I have come here, wanting more than you wish to give me. Wanting to keep me down in hopes that I eventually just give up. Well, you can forget that. I am the Pinnacle of Greatness. I am the Original Legend of Shadows. I am Shadow Starr.

The crowd cheers, Shadow turning to the shores. He smirks a bit, then turns back to the camera.

Shadow: I am like these waters. You see, Blade, Yuri, Voorhees... I am calm and still for now. My power is hidden by my inability to show the truth. But just as the waters, I will rise up, I will force myself forward, and I will wreak havoc on this place. I will show each and every one of my co-wrestlers, I will show all the fans, and I will show you, Brian Blade, that I am NOT to be played around with. You want to push me down, you want to play with my future? Fine. But be forwarned- I WILL NOT STOP. I WILL NOT FAIL. I WILL NOT QUIT!!!

The camera zooms out on the scene, not yet fading out. The crowd roars, believing Shadow's message to be clear and given. They quiet down as Shadow finishes.

Shadow: Voorhees, I am coming for you. And I will be the next World Heavyweight Champion.

Yuri, you had better watch your back. Because anyone messing with MY World Title shot will feel the wrath of the darkness.

And Blade, I know that I will get my shot. The shot that you and I both know that I have earned. The shot that I have earned time and time again, the shot that I have been dedicated to gain. And I know that you will see, now or later, that I refuse to quit.

So until we meet again... I'm back... in... Shadows.

The camera fades, the BartonTron going black. The lights come up in the arena, all are shocked to see something in the middle of the ring.

The Voice: NO!! IT CAN'T BE!!

Headhunter: Oh my gawd...

Mid-ring, a pole is set up, manikins of Blade, Yuri and Voorhees tied to it. It appears to be some type of ancient witch burning ceremony set-up. The crowd looks on, hoping for some type of explaination. The Voice and Headhunter try to come up with some.

The Voice: Maybe it's some type of threat?

Headhunter: Please. It's probably just a set-up. Y'know, trying to psyche them all out...

BOOM!!

A bolt of electricity flies to the ring, setting the pole ablaze. The manikins all burn as the ring is engulfed in flames, the crowd roaring in support of Shadow.

The Voice: Shadow has just sent a message to these three men!!

Headhunter: Blade and Voorhees HAVE to understand how serious Shadow is now!!

The Voice: But what is Yuri's role in all this? I don't understand!

Headhunter: It's like Shadow said, Yuri is in his way on the path to the World Championship... Yuri is an innocent bystander, wrong place at the wrong time!!

The Voice: I wonder how Blade will reply to that... or worse, Yuri or Voorhees!!!

Headhunter: We can only imagine, Vic... at least until they speak out!!

Fade... to... black.

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