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[The BarTron Screen goes blank, as the lights go off in the arena, as chimed gongs sound out. Suddenly, the screen comes back on, images of burning buildings are shown, people falling to the ground, dead.

In the ring, the pyro goes off, as flames appear from the steel posts with a loud explosion. There is clearly a spinechilling feeling amoung the crowds. The chimed gongs stop, as we hear people screaming in pain and agony, on the Tron we see people fleeing from something, or someone.

Then another chimed gong sounds as what looks like the silouhette of a figure is seen on screen, but it is a person, in a long black coat, his head hung, as the figure turns round, seeming as if he's staring through the BarTron. Long dark red hair shrouds his face, until he throws his head back, showing the whites of his eyes, the figure looks possessed. His eyes come back to normal, revealing pale hazel eyes.

Flames appear on screen again, covering the person's face, as the BarTron screen fades to black.

Then text appaers on screen:

"Soon, The Terror Ryzing, Will Begin.....
Nobody, is safe now....."

A laugh of evil is heard as the lights in the arena come back on, leaving the crowd bewildered as to who, or what that was.

The gong sounds out one last time as the promo comes to an end.

He walk's out to the ring, Without the company of a theme song, His request to the staff, He slides into the ring and pulls a microphone from his pocket..

"Pohatu, I am still awaiting you'r answer to my match.. I will stay in this ring until you come and answer me, That mean's if anyone is going to have a match they had better deal with me being in the ring, or Just have it outside of the ring.. Now GET down here and answer me.."

He puts the microphone back in his pocket and sits down against the turnbuckle, Waiting for Pohatu to answer his question.. The staff and people go back to their buisiness as he does..

Jinusean's Hip-Hop Soldier hits the speakers, shaking the rafters above the arena. There is very little reaction to the pair of Renagade Souljahz As they walk rather reserved down the steel ramp.

Announcer Uno: And this is the Renagade Souljahz comming out to the ring now. This will be the first time they have apeered in the BTWF.

Announcer Dos: Renagade Souljahz? They look more like Rag-Tag Sissys to me.

The Powerhouse takes a microphone from a nearby techie as they near the ring. Their eyes scan the area as they both use the steps by the front left turnbuckle post to mount the apron. The two men each bend down and step between the second and top rope, one right after another.

In the center of the ring Powerhouse begins to talk, and perhaps surprisingly, flows well with the mike. "Children of the Nightmare. Eliminator and I just heard we've been booked against you. Now I have to say, that was one hell of a fight you two put out two days ago. My question is can you really do it again?"

Powerhouse and Eliminator look to eachother, just before Powerhouse continues. "Because we say that you can't."

A smirk ran over the Eliminators face as the microphone was passed onto him. Powerhouse ran his thumb and index finger of his right hand down each side of his jaw, connecting in the middle, nodding in agreeance as The Eliminator spoke. "Chaos and Dark Lord, There's no question that once you get your finnishing manuvers in your oppenants are finnished. There is, however, the question of can you pull the moves off?"

He glanced over at the Powerhouse, who shook his head with a three quarters smile. Eliminator continued, "We say no. Infact, you better start with the better of you two in that ring, because we say you won't even get a chance to tag out."

Announcer Uno: If these guy's egos were any bigger they'd have a hard time getting into the arena!

"Just remember," The Powerhouse added, taking the mike back, "That the ring is our battlefield. You'd better come packing your gunz."

The two men stepped back between the middle and top ropes as Jinusean's Hip-Hop Soldier blaired throughout the arena. Powerhouse tossed the mike at the techie's chest as the pair climbed up the ramp, and exited backstage.

Announcer Uno: A shocking revalation from the Renegade Souljahz, but can their actions keep up with their words?

Announcer Dos: We'll see this Friday, but one thing is for sure; if they plan on wrestling The Children of the Nightmare they had better be packing their own 'gunz'.

((jerry lawler? notice how i changed my name to "king of pain" instead of king))

*victor is in the ring, looking at the crowd with a microphone*

"ah, jerry lawler, a great man, a great wrestler too, king of a kingdom he doesnt even know he has. kind of like you my friend maxwell conners, so much power and is so naive he doesnt even realize that he could overthrow all of the wrestling industry. you see, you would have had the advantage if it wasnt for mister blade, but enough of useless talk, lets get down to your one insult, i am a wannabe of NO ONE. "

*he paces himself down the aisle, looking at the crowd again*

" since when have you heard me use the term "puppies" or host a bathing suit commpetion. or even co host with victor cross or headhunter. but then we look at you, copieing two other wrestlers, shawn micheals and christopher jerhico. "madness is hbk?" your theme music, your nickname even, heart break kid. which i may add implies to you verywell, leaving the BTWF to go into prison. now, when i come inside the ring i come to wrestle, not to break the law...maybe the law of phisics and gravity. which shows you use other poeples hard thought names and styles just so you can get some cheers. i will show you tonight, maxwell how to Wrestle, i will show you how to fight, i will show you how to take a punch, you will NEVER, mark my word feel this much pain in your whole career..."

" Besides, who better to teach you the meaning of pain then the king o it?"

*he leaves, with many jeers, victor with a serious look on his face*

(( NOTE TO HBK: i mean no offence to you OOC, so please dont take this to a personal level out of charictor okay bud?))

The crowd is murmuring excitedly, having heard rumors about a sudden rush of people joining the BTWF. They're all trying to discuss what some new gimmicks might be popping up when the lights dimmed down a bit. The crowd quieted down and turned torward the entrance ramp, all watching anxiously. The BarTron flickered to life, showing a message that was well-known before the Tournament of Gods, the message being read out loud a few seconds laters. "Lightning can strike twice." the crowd murmured, remembering the saying, but not quite sure from where. The pyros all along the top of the ramp slowly came to life, shooting off a continuous stream of black sparks, the pryos going down the ramp doing the same thing. The rev of a familiar sounding Ducati hit the arena and the crowd was on their feet with jeers, thinking that it was Shadow Starr, seeing as how he had left them without saying a thing, just like The Heat. Just then, a green glow engulfed the entrance and the crowd stopped their jeers, wondering what the heck was going on. A figure slowly emerged at the top of the ramp, not being able to be seen clearly because of the dim lighting. He was leading a Ducati by his side, a green glow engulfing the ground below the crotch rocket. the green glow at the bottom of the bike seemed way too familiar to the crowd. He led the biker over to the side of the entrance and put the kick stand down. He turned back to the look at the ring then raised his arms up, American Badass by Kid Rock erupting across the PA system.

The crowd was still unsure on what they reaction should be, since this guy seemed way too familiar, and yet, he seemed new. The guy hopped from foot to foot at the top of the ramp for a few seconds then sprinted down the ramp, leaping onto the apron as he reached the ring. He glanced from side to side then hopped up, going over the top rope. When he hit the canvas a loud BOOM! was heard as an explosion of black sparks shot off at each corner. After the sparks had settled down at the ring, the pyros going up the ramp shut off one at time, until they reached the entrance. At the entrance there was one final explosion of sparks and then the lights turned on, showing Pohatu standing there, looking out at the crowd worriedly. The crowd stayed silent, still not sure if he deserved to be cheered or booed. He went over to one side of the ring, leaning over the top rope and asking for a microphone, which was tossed to him a few seconds later. He went back to the center of the ring, American Badass fading out. Pohatu slowly raised the microphone to his mouth, licking his lips before beginging to speak. "I know, your all probably wondering why I'm here." he said, the worried look still on his face. "Brian Blade invited me back from the GWF. A few days ago, he called me up and asked me, 'What if I was to say you could comeback?' at first, I was hesitant, obviously, but there's only so much stress one can go through before he decides to give up. The GWF is still up, but I am no longer the CEO of it. The one known as...X is." the crowd murmured a bit after their former favorite said this, still not sure on how to react. "I signed the deal with Brian Blade. With that in mind, we're not sure how things are going to end up, but I will try as hard as I can to stay AWAY from anything that would mean having to help book on my part. Laziness you say? WRONG. Only a talented few can book good matches. Brian Blade is a good example." Pohatu winced a bit as some people in the crowd jeered at the mention of Brian Blade. "He may be a bit of a pain in the a**, but he's one to be respected. He's taken this wrestling federation from the dirt, where HBK started it, to the sky high ratings where you are now...and where I will, hopefully, be helping out." the crowd started giving mixed reactions, some glad to see that Pohatu was giving respect where it was given, but some not liking that he had basically called HBK dirt.

He waited for the crowd to quiet back down before he started talking again, taking his time to make sure he didn't say anything wrong that would upset the crowd. "I'm here again, not as the Pohatu that had been a thorn in everyody's side back before Tournament of Gods. I'm here as a new man, who is ready to learn from my mistakes and, hopefully, be forgiven for anything I did to anybody while I was here. Darson? I'm sure you remember me. I'm sorry for that chair shot I gave you that screwed you over in that one match that ended up with Fox pinning you. I guess I had just been wanting to disable you a bit so that we would be a bit more even at Tournament of Gods, what with you having quite a weight advantage on me back then. Bryan Kutterman....I'm sorry to have even tried picking a fight with you. Had I left you alone, you probably would've gotten your shots for Steve Twist's title sooner. I'll take full blame for that, and I'll hope that you forgive me. Hopefully I got everybody out of the way that I screwed you over. Now for the people who are pissing me off!" the crowd seemed to take in a breath, getting ready to jeer him. "Shady K! After all the times that Tiger helped you out, you come out here and stab him in the back?!" some of the crowd let out an agreement cheer as he said this, but only some of them. The rest of them stayed quiet, still not sure about Pohatu's return. "Shady, no matter what it takes, I will make sure that you AND Demon will feel the pain that you inflicted on Tiger...ten times over." more of the crowd cheered this time as Pohatu lowered the microphone from his lips, gazing out at the crowd. He looked out at the people in the crowd who were being silent and sighed a bit, shaking his head. "I know some of you are rather skeptical about me coming back, but you have to admit, your heroes are getting outnumbered." he said, obviously referring to the faces of the BTWF. "If they don't get some reinforcements soon, people like Big Daddy will eventually take them out." the crowd jeered at the thought of Big Daddy actually taking out their favorite wrestlers. "My thoughts exactly." he said as he raised the microphone back to his lips, interrupting the crowd's jeers. "I'm back to help the few people who showed me a bit of friendship while I was here. Who is that, you ask? The Tiger, mainly. HBK and me were originally at each other's throats, but then, after we had to help each other out for a while, we decided to just drop that." Pohatu said, sighing slightly.

"Frosty the Milkshake! You will no longer get your way with me!" Pohatu said, setting the microphone down as he rolled his sleeves back to his shoulders, raising his arms up and then flexing them, showing his muscle mass to have at least doubled in size. Pohatu rolled his sleeves back into place, picking up the microphone again. "Frosty, you may have muscled your way into winning so many times before when you went against me, but that shall happen NO longer. I'm here to get these people's..." Pohatu said into the microphone, gazing out at the crowd as he pointed at them with a free hand."respect! As Darson Grays has said before, it just isn't worth it to be out here in the ring unless you have the crowd backing you up." the crowd cheered a bit at the mention of Darson Grays. Pohatu lowered the microphone from his lips, nodding slightly as he looked out at the people who once respected him. He slowly raised the microphone up to his lips, the crowd taking this are their signal to quiet down. "Darson, I hope you win that title from Big Daddy. He calls himself the light of the BTWF, but all I see is a dark splotch that's holding a title that should be held by somebody who TRULY deserves it. Who is that, you all ask?" he said, gazing out at the crowd, as if waiting for somebody to answer. "The person that deserves that title is, indeed, Darson Grays. Sure, Big Daddy may beat him a few times, but does that really stop anyone? I had been watching NeoFighters and Madness on TV while I was still running the GWF, and I saw somebody who truly proves this, except he left." the crowd murmured, wondering who Pohatu was referring to. "I'm talking about Makuta. He was defeated by Mike Moore and Demon his first couple of weeks here, but then he got put into the tournament for the TV Title and won! He defeated Dizturbed, he defeated Twilight Tokyo Rose, then he defeated Demon! What does that prove, you ask? It proves that sometimes, it doesn't matter wether or not that person has beat you before, you just get out there and do your BEST!" the crowd roared as Pohatu referred to Makuta and his streak of wins as he went for the TV Title. Pohatu nodded a bit, gazing out at the crowd until they finally calmed down. "After the tournament?" Pohatu said, raising the microphone back to his lips. "He deafeated Mike Moore, who had originally defeated him! Then, the week after that, he defeated Ravena. He was showing that you just don't underestimate the new guy." Pohatu said, the crowd still staying quiet as he talked. Pohatu raised the microphone up to his lips, sighing a bit. "Zain, you want a match against me? FINE! This Friday, at NeoFighters, you and me will go one on one! This isn't going to be like the match you had at GWF. Oh no. Red isn't going to be there this time to save your sorry behind." Pohatu laughed a bit then got serious again, raising the microphone up to his lips, his lips moving as if he was speaking, but no sound was coming out over the PA system.

The BarTron came on and showed a tiger, then faded out until only the eyes showed. With that, Eye of the Tiger erupted across the PA system, orange and black pyros shooting up all over the top of the ramp. A familiar figure emerged at the top of the ramp, his white hair seeming to flow all around him. He had on a blue yakuta, a pair of shoes that were similiar to a samurai in training's were on his feet. Covering his eyes were a pair of tinted blue shades, which were taken off as soon as he came out. The crowd's cheers were deafening as they saw The Tiger come out. The Tiger grinned, standing at the top of the ramp for a few seconds, a black cast just being able to be seen covering part of his arm underneath his yakuta. After about ten seconds he walked down the ramp, bursts of orange and black pyros accompanying him down. At the bottom of the ramp he stopped again, seeming to observe the crowd a bit more before he climbed up onto the apron, rolling in underneath the bottom rope. He stood up and walked over to Pohatu, the two staring each down for about half a minute before exchanging a handshake, the crowd now seeming to roar louder as they saw one of their few faces left had indeed accepted Pohatu back. Tiger went over to one side of the ring, motioning for another microphone, which was quickly tossed to him. He caught it with ease then went back over to Pohatu, patting him on the back before turning to the crowd. "I had just been getting ready to go home to train a bit when I saw this guy." he said, jerking a thumb in Pohatu's direction. "Was out here in the ring, again." a smirk was on his face, showing that he was being sarcastic at the moment. Tiger turned to Pohatu, quirking a brow up. "So, now that your here, what is it you said you planned to do?" Tiger said, lowering the microphone from his lips as Pohatu raised his microphone to his own lips. "Well, I was going to get a bit of revenge for you on Shady and Demon, but I guess you got that covered, huh?" Pohatu said, grinning from ear to ear as he glanced at the cast covering a bit of Tiger's arm. Tiger glanced at his arm then looked back to Pohatu, shaking his head as he kept the grin going. "And I thought I was a smartass." Tiger said, making the crowd burst out with laughter.

Pohatu shrugged then chuckled a bit, Tiger chuckling a bit at the same time. "Well, it's good to have you back, pal. And with such good timing! Garden of Evil is right around the corner. I got myself a qualifying match coming up, and it's against Demon." Tiger said, quirking a brow at Pohatu. "Demon? Pffft. I watched a couple of his matches on TV. He shows nothing impressive. Looks to be more of a braweler, like Kage." Pohatu said back, Tiger nodding a bit in agreement then glanced at the crowd quickly, looking back to Pohatu after doing so. "Well, do you think we've bored these awesome audience enough?" Tiger said, laughing a bit after doing so. Pohatu shook his head, chuckling a bit before raising the microphone to his lips. "Well, I think so." he said then tossed his microphone to the ring side technicians, Tiger tossing his a few seconds later. Rollin' by Limp Bizkit erupted across the PA system as the two friends left the ring, sprinting up the ramp. At the top they spun around the same time, half of the stage exploding in black and orange pryos, the other half exploding in yellow pyros. The crowd was on there feet with cheers, liking the look of these two teaming up and getting their revenge on Shady and Demon.

Crack Addict plays and smoke begins to cloud up at the top of the ramp. A shadow appears behind it. The shadow gets larger until Demon is seen in front of the smoke. The crowd begin heavily booing Demon, who shrugs and walks o the ring. Demon steps through the ropes and catches the mic, which is thrown at him. Demon brings the mic to his lips.

“Well good to see that T T is back. I’m also glad to see that the people like T T who love you guys to death, can play dirty sometimes. Although, yeah, I got my a** kicked from behind, which I’m not going to make excuses about as you people have seen me do it a couple of times. So T T makes his big come back on my account well T T you got me this time. But don’t forget, I have a match against you this week at Madness, and for you’re attack the pain I will cause you will be twice as bad. T T you will regret laying a finger on me, and when you’re watchin Ragnarok from you’re hospital, you will finally realise, when you see me hold the title after the Garden of Evil match, that you never stood a damn chance against me.”

The crowd booed at Demon’s statement hard.

“Now Irvine Kanyon, Seraph, Dars. Do you understand now who you’re messing with? Kanyon, Seraph you beat me last time, but I said it would not happen again and did it? Hell no! You got you’re Asses kicked, by the awesome team of Shady, WD and myself. Dars like BB pointed out I pinned you 1,2,3 so what does that show you? I’ll tell you. It say’s I’m better than you. T T if you saw that, which I hope you did. You may have realised, thick skull and all, that I have improved out of site and have surpassed you. T T you say I’m all strength and no endurance. How can you make such a statement? I’ve sent you to hospital two times in two months, and now you’re all endurance? T T you fail to realise that strength is needed to defeat those such as Dars, Big Daddy and Shady. You can’t rely on speed through a match like that coz eventually you’ll be caught. Remember that.”

The crowd’s booing reaches the next level.
HeadHunter: Wow, I can’t wait to watch Demon kick the a** of T T
Vic: That is yet to be seen.
HeadHunter: Oh come on how can you doubt Demon with his improvement?
Vic: Hey shut up Demon’s about to speak again.

"Pohatu, you want to make me feel the pain I infilicted on T T well sorry you a*****e, but for starters mind you're own damn buisness! This has nothing to do with you. And even if you did challenge me I would beat your a** to a bloody pulp."

Demon pauses for a momemnet letting the crowd boo louder.

“Sean Carbon, you can stop panicking and begin sleeping at night, coz The Demon has got his sights on bigger and better things. Oh and Shady, just because we are somewhat of a team, don’t expect any help from me, because in the Garden of Evil, there are no friends only enemies. So keep a look out for Demon at Madness where I will defeat The Tiger to show you pricks once and for all that I am the real deal. Oh and by the way Tiger. Watch…Your…Back!”

Crack Addict blares over the P.A system as Demon drops the mic to the canvas, and steps out of the ring. He walks up to the ramp and stops at the top. Smoke begins to cloud covering Demon. Once Demon can’t be seen a shadow stand’s in his place. It gets smaller and smaller until nothing is seen. The smoke dies away as the camera pans around the arena and back at the entrance once more to find the smoke completely gone. The camera holds this sight as we fade…….to……..black.

Peace sells begins to blares over the sound system the fans all turn and look in the crowd to see where Kid Chaos is coming form
(Announcer Uno) This is the first time we have seen Kid Chaos since that brutal tag match at neo-fighters

(Announcer Dos) I love to watch this guy in the ring because he is fricken crazy
Kid Chaos emerges on the right side on the arena a mix of cheers and jeers rains down from the crowd he is wearing his wrestling gear he make his way to the security wall and then Kid Chaos stands on top of it with his right hand raised holding the mic he then hopes off and goes over to the ring then climbs a turnbuckle form the out side with one foot on the first Turnbuckle and the other on the second then Stretches arms out then gets in the ring then pulls the mic up to his mask as Peace Sells fades out so Renegade Souljahz you say will me and Dark Lord will be unable to hit are finishers you think so well then you are really underestimating us like I have said before me and him have been a tag team ten years we have won more then a few tag titles in that time and you will not be the first to underestimate nor will you be the last but we will make it so you never do so again also Renegade Souljahz you all so talk of that this ring is your battlefield ok but lets make this not just any battlefield lets turn it into a Hamburger hill or a Bastogne or even a Stalingrad how you might ask that’s very simple by make the match a tornado tag street fight I have asked The tiger for this match and if it does have then we will have a blood bath on are hands here
as it is spoken so shale it be done
Kid Chaos drops the mic and walks up the ramp

(Announcer Uno) this match just heated up with Kid Chaos’s request for a street fight tag match
(Announcer Dos) this match should brutal if it happens