Welcome to Gaia! ::

*The lights slowly fade as ever one see two rectangle shaped objects covered by a black cloth as superbeast plays loudly as Kutterman walks out from the back with hes bat over hes shoulder looking at the two Rectangle shaped objects with a big smirk on hes face laugfing as he slowly walks to the ring with a big smirk on hes face as he snags a mic from Victor Cross and points to the outside as Cross slowly gets out of the ring as super beast begins to fade away, when superbeast is fully done he puts hes bat down and begins to speak*

"Every day, every secon,every min. , Ragknok grows closer to use...The PPV to match ALL PPV....Career will be ended.....And the is one career that I will be glad to end....And that career is Rocky's thats right im planning on ending hes career at Ragknok ending this fued once and for all."

"Know Rocky has asked to change the match...Into a double tables match, Rocky, I ACCEPT!!! And thats why I have these here in the ring with me....One of my friends gave them to me to make sure I win the match...To make sure that I end you when I put you threw both tables...ANd here they are..."

*Kutterman walks to the Cloth and rips it off, showing a table with graffiti hand writing saying "Rocky 6/1 - 8/31" and he also rips off the other cloth saying the same thing but with more color*

"You see rocky I plan on sending you threw these tables, Both of them making sure that you dont come back to the BTWF, ending every thing that you wanted to do here....EVERY THING!!"

"Now I know I havent anwsered one thing...Why Rocky? Why him? Why do I want to end hes career so badly? Well I will tell everyone that now..."

"I started here the day before Payback...Of course I was a nobody back then....But that changed...At ToG after my ruthless attack after Dars match I changed in that ring...Somthing inside me snaped, I knew being a good guy would get me no respect....So I decided to take my respect the hard way...By beating the hell out of People like Steve Twist leaving him a bloody mess in the middle of the ring, almost out cold...People like the refs trying to get in my way...They end up the same...Now 3 weeks after I joined the BTWF I had my first match with Rocky...Rocky one but then Somthing inside me snaped, so I took my bat and knocked that son of a b***h outcold sending him to the bartown Genral for the first time, No on hes first madness...But then I found somthing out...I was hes shadow... He got all the respect and a** kissing frome everyone, I didnt get A thing.. I sent that b*****d to the genral and I didnt get any respect.....NOTHING!!!! WHILE HE DOSE NOTHING HE GETS RESPECT FROM EVERY ONE AND I BEAT THE HELL OUT OF HIM AND I GET NO RESPECT!?!?! THAT WILL END AT THE PPV ROCKY VS KUTTERMAN 3 ALL....out...war..."

"Now there has bein some one that has bein taking hes pot shots at me for awile now...The man that came back from a broken wrist ...The Tiger... Now TT there are one thing that hav bein running threw my head, one why are you pot shoting me like this...Wait I know why....I BEAT YOU THATS WHY!! At the gaia gaulet I sended you threw the top rope...Thats why your mad at me....Because I proved you wrong...I proved that I can beat you...I proved to you that you are a...NOTHING!!! Thats right a nothing...Now TT there are two things that I want to say...One good luck at the GoE youll need it, Because I hav a strong feeling that after the GoE, you will be sitting at home watch you old BTWF tapes...Just watching since you cant go in the ring any longer, At GoE I hope your career gose into a downword sprial... But anyway good luck TT youll need it" *He begins to laugh as super beast begins to play as he walks tp the back smirking*

((00c- no offance to TT ooc))

*as Bryan Kutterman begins exiting, Super Beast gets interrupted by Eye of the Tiger and the crowd explodes*

Vic "The Voice" Hartman: "apparently TT didn't aprove of Pushover's insults"

"Headhunter" James Sharpton: "its Bryan Kutterman...not Punisher"

*TT walks down the ramp with a not so nice look on his face and enters the ring and stands face to face with Bryan*

Pushover, you've never beat me, Shady was the one who eliminated me from that. Besides, without your baseball bat you would be another talentless punk. you could never beat me Pushover because you couldn't beat Rocky or Kage for the Gaia title that you never earned in the first place, instead you got covered by the Twistman himself. You shouldn't worry about GoE anyway because you will be in the hospital after your match with Rocky. Shady will join you as well as Big Daddy, Dars, Riona, and HBK when I hold the Heavyweight title above my head and you can't do s**t about it. Pushover if you ever get a match with me I will show you who's a nothing, actually for your sake Pushover I hope we never meet in the ring because I will show you why I strike with...

Swiftness, Cunning, and Ferocity!

*the Crowd chants his Catch Phrase with him and cheer as he lowers the Mic and drops it at Bryan's feet as Eye of the Tiger picks up and Tiger leaves*

OOC: none taken OOC

OOC:Sorry I took so long to promo...oh and my next match will be longer,you know, if I write it. I know this promo isn't that good, sorry I just don't have much time right now.

IC:

: razz ROMO::

*Meant to live by Switchfoot blares across the PA system. Tsunami comes walking out in the usual attire but looking extremely pissed off. As he approaches the ring he slides in quickly underneath the bottom rope. He signals for a mic and quickly gets one. He raises the mic to his lips...*

After I left the ring last Tuesday I was pretty damn confused. After watching the tape of the match though...it all made sense. Demon, you just couldn't help it could you? Well I have something to tell you: I don't give a damn! I wanted a fair, clean match...and all I got was a little ***** running around attacking people. So now I still have to prove myself. I still haven't won my first match. So you know I'm just going to wait for my next match. When I get my next match I guarantee I will win and if anyone gets in the way of the match I will personally teach them a lesson they will never forget. I will show them what happens when you stand in the way of a Tsunami and it's destination, and let me be the first to tell you, it ain't pretty. Now let me address "The Demon" again: If I ever get in a match with you, I will show you what hell truly is. So you listen up, I don't care if you want to be the little school yard bully but you don't do it on my watch, 'cause after I finish you will be wishing that all you got was a damn paddling. As for Ravena, it was a great match, I hope we get to wrestle again sometime, without any interferences. I hope you all have a good night. Since I don't have a match this week I'm going to go work my a** off to be ready for my next one.

*Having said this Tsunami drops the mic and leaves*

Crack Addict hits and smoke clouds up at the entrance. A small shadow appears at the entrance and begins to get larger and larger until Demon himself stands at the front of the smoke. The smoke begins to fade away as Demon makes his way down the ramp. He climbs the stares and steps through the ropes. He catches the mic, which is thrown at him and brings it to his mouth regardless of the noise around him.

“So it seems like two new assholes want some of The Demon. They want to be, as The Undertaker would put it, Famous. If they want fame, they’ll get there fame, but your going to have to take a damn number and shut the hell up until it’s your turn. First the embarrassment to this company that is Sean Carbon, the undeserving T.V ‘Champ’ comes out here and runs his mouth. He decides that by bringing Demon into his little speech it will get the people listening. Now Sean, if you want my attention you got it. I mentioned you before was because of that title you hold and for that reason only. So Sean shut your damn mouth, or I will show you hell, in all it’s rage.”

The crowd boos at Demon’s comments.

“Now as if that piece of trash wasn’t enough, some other guy comes out and starts talking trash about me. I forget his name, dies anybody hear know his name, that guy is such a loser I’ld be surprised if anyone remembers him. You There!” Demon points at the timekeeper. “What was that assholes name.” The timekeeper gets up and walks to the ropes and Demon leans over. The timekeeper says something. Demon gets leans back into the ring and brings the mic to his mouth again. “That’s right! His name is Tsunami! Now after watching Sean Carbons response after he mentioned me, Tsunami decided to come out of the blue and say something to. He called me a bully, which Sean also accused me of being. If I’m such a bully why haven’t I bothered with you two? You know why you’re not worth my time. The only thing that makes you the least bit worth my time Sean is that title you hold. The T.V Championship. But even that seems to have lost it’s respect. How could it not, being held by a street thug like you. Now back to Tsunami. You mentioned you haven’t won a match. Well what does that tell you? It tells me your crap, that’s right C-R-A-P. That’s all you ever will be as well. You said you would show me hell should I cross your path. Tsunami, I know hell, I live by hell you’re just crap left by someone on the sidewalk. And although water may put out flames, just remember this… hell’s flames never die.”

HeadHunter: Demons right, Tsunami has no business with him.
Vic: I guess so…

“So this week on Madness The Demon takes on long time Rival The Tiger, to qualify for the Garden if Evil at Ragnarok. I can’t wait for that time so I can beat the holy hell out of Tiger and send him back to the Barton General, where he came from, then after I’m done with him I’ll go to Ragnarok and win that match and hold the BTWF World Heavyweight Championship above my head after I yank it from it on top of the ladder. T T look out you won’t know what hit you, because when I’m done at Madness you won’t remember a damn thing when you wake up, to find once again, you are lying in a hospital bed.”
HeadHunter: I can’t wait for Madness! Wouldn’t it be great if Demon won and went to the GoE?
Vic: Yeah sure, whatever.
Crack Addict hits again as Demon drops the mic and steps out of the ring. Demon walks up the ramp and stops at the very top. Smoke begins t cloud. Blotting out Demon bit by bit until only his shadow could be seen through the smoke. The shadow got smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared. The camera panned around the arena as the boos of the fans died away into silence. The camera went back to the top of the ramp as the smoke cleared away revealing nothingness. Crack Addict ceased playing and as the last few trails of smoke disappeared into the air the view began to fade…to…black.

The usual images that fill the BarTron of various matches slowly fades out, as well as the music that is usually heard resounding over the interior of the huge arena. The crowd immediately hushes, knowing this is the signal for a promo to begin. The feed slowly comes back to the BarTron, and we see the crystal blue waters of a sandy beach, a few seagulls swooping over the water, sunlight sparkling off the gently rolling waves. After a few moments, the camera turns, and we get a view of a small beach leading up to the back of what appears to be a large manor. The beach is entirely clear except for two beach chairs and a small table next to them. And laying on one of those beach chairs is none other than Darson Grays. The crowd immediately begins to cheer, possibly even louder than usual, seeing as Dar is currently dressed only in a pair of swimming trunks, dark red in color, and a pair of thin sunglasses. Of course, the females in the crowd immediately quiet down and begin to stew as those near them remind them about Ravena. As the camera zooms in, we see that a bandage is wrapped around Dar's forehead, but other than that, he looks fine.

Dar seems to be resting, his hands folded behind his head, the only movement of his body being the rise and fall of his chest from his breathing. However, as the camera man starts to move closer, Dar opens his mouth to speak, sound very nonchalant and relaxed, a slight grin on his face. "You're blocking my sun, Jared." A voice can be heard, but the owner isn't seen. Obviously, it's Dar's cameraman. "Oh, er, sorry about that, Mr. Grays..." Dar sits up a bit and motions with one hand to the beach chair next to him. "Sit down, take a load off. You're probably going to be here a while. Lots to talk about today." The view moves over toward the beach chair next to Dar's, moving down, indicating Jared was sitting. The camera refocuses to compensate for the new view as Dar places his hand back behind his head, taking in a deep breath and smiling a bit. "I love the beach...I missed it a lot, living in Pittsburgh. But now that I'm back here in my native hometown of Honolulu, I can come here anytime I want. Time and airfare permitting, that is. Now my vacation home has become my permanent home. And I'm loving every minute of it."

Dar laughs slightly, the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk. "I know all of you are just dying to hear what I have to say about Big Daddy, Shady, and the other competitors in the Garden of Evil. But before I do, I want to tell you all a little story. This story is about how I originally found my calling in pro wrestling. As you all know, I was born here in Honolulu. Wonderful family. My mother and father were great, supported me in everything that I did, etcetera. As an only child, I got a lot of special treatment. I was always an athletic kid. Kind of had to be, considering how I was built. Football and Soccer, mostly. But one day, when I was around the age of ten, I was lounging around the house, flipping through the channels on the television. And I came on a broadcast of an old wrestling association known as Grand Tournament Wrestling. I was captivated by the way these guys could slam each other down, hit each other with steel chairs, and get back up each time. I became a regular viewer of GTW, and soon, a few other wrestling shows. Once I got into Jr. High, I joined the wrestling team, and found out that that kind of wrestling was quite a bit different than the stuff you see on TV. Still, I found it fun, and got pretty good at it. Even won a few championships as I moved into high school. When I was a junior, though, that was when my passion really started working for me."

"On the island of Mauii, there was a small wrestling academy run by an Indy legend of the area, "Island Thunder" James Vaan. I was sixteen at the time, the lowest age James would accept students. That was the first time I learned how tough pro wrestling could really be. James put us through the wringer there each and every day, and quite a few guys couldn't take it. A lot of people just walked out. I found myself wanting to do the same thing a few times. But I stuck with it, and it slowly began to get easier and easier. By the time I had graduated, I could wrestle a good match. At the time, however, my wrestling style wasn't as refined as the one I use today. Back then, I was all about the power game...And nothing else. I had barely any technical ability. While I don't want ot fault James, he really only taught us to use the skills we already had, rather than teaching us others to back it up. So when I started getting into competitions in the local area, I realized...The power game just wasn't enough. I took a hiatus from wrestling for a while, went out and got my bachelor's degree in computer technology..." A muffled snicker can be heard from behind the camera, and Dar grins. "Yeah, I know. A little strange that someone like me would be a techie, but I like computers. Anyway...after that, I ended up moving to California, where I began to train in earnest. But that's a story for another time...You all now know how favorite wrestler got into wrestling."

"Now..." Dar sits up a bit, glancing over at the camera. "Let's move on to matters at hand...First of all: Shady and his posse. The Rappers of Darkness, or the Dark Rappers, or the Rapping Darkness...I don't know. Whatever they're called. Two weeks ago, Shady decides to attack Ravena right as she had the pin to make her the Number One Contender for the Small Fry title in her grasp. Of course, I come down to help my girlfriend, and I get attacked by Mini-Shady and his bodyguard. Seraph and Irvine Kanyon come to help, seeing as these guys have had dealings with them before, and it all becomes one big brawl on the outside of the ring. You know, I never remembered to thank Seraph and Kanyon for that...Seraph, Kanyon, consider yourselves thanked. Anyway, the week after, it becomes a six-man tag team contest with myself, Seraph, and Kanyon going up against Shady, The Demon, and Wing Dragon." Dar stops and raises an eyebrow, looking down at himself, then back to the camera. "Um...Jared, do I look alright? The fact that I remembered all of their names scares me." Before Jared can answer, Dar continues.

"So we have ourselves a match...In the end, it takes a chair shot from Shady to get me down long enough for Demon to pin me, right after I had hit the Oblivion. Funny how that works...And then, afterwords, Brian Blade decides to 'reward' Demon by giving him a shot at the Garden of Evil this week...Against The Tiger. Interesting. If I wanted to, I could always just interfere in Shady's match this week against Maxwell Conners, but I just don't really feel like it, to tell you the truth...I can wait until Ragnarok to get my revenge. After all, I'll have more than enough implements to. Lotta weapons...Of course, I could always just let TT take care of him as well. So many choices...I'll pick one eventually. By th eway, I also want to say welcome back to TT. While you were injured, I suppose Shady decided he needed to use sneaky tactics on somebody else. To tell you the truth, I don't really want nor need this distraction, so TT, I hope you win your match this week. Then you get to beat on Shady at the Garden of Evil. Sound fun? Yeah, I think so too."

Dar stretches his arms out, then folds them back behind his head. "This week, I face another competitor in the Garden of Evil. The fourth, to be exact. The woman known as 'The Prodigy'. The woman who's apparently brainwashed Alex Auldron. The woman who probably thinks she can beat me. The woman named Riona Langly. While I have to commend you, Riona, on that spectacular show of your ability to beat washed-up has-beens last week in your match with Hell's Guardian, it's not going to be so simple this time around. You know, Riona, I seem to remember you had a title once...was it...Oh, that's right. That old title we scrapped to make way for a new one after you left. The NeoFighters Championship. And...wasn't it you who said that this fed didn't deserve you? That it was below you? And yet you come crawling back to the BTWF, saying that the 'road of your life brought you back'. Bullshit, honey. You came back because no other federation could see beyond the fact that you were a woman. You call this place a shithole, Riona, but it's the only place you belong...However, while you may belong here, you'll soon find that you don't belong in the current position you're in. The 'DESTINY' you speak of is simply wishful thinking."

Dar lays back into the chair. "And so we come to the final competitor...The current reigning BTWF World Heavyweight Champion. My biggest rival. The man who I have dedicated myself to defeating. Big Daddy. While I'm honored, BD, that you would find it in your heart to place me that high up on the ladder, above all the other competitors in this Garden of Evil, as it should be, you didn't seem to realize that that spot on top of the ladder belongs to me, not you. You speak of how I 'can't get enough of the Big Daddy craze', and how 'the glass ceiling is keeping me down'. Wrong. Wrong on both counts, Daddy-O. I'm sick and tired of the Big Daddy craze. I'm disgusted with the fact that you're the BTWF World Heavyweight Champion. I want to ease the mental anguish of knowing that the fans are saddened that you are their champion. And at Ragnarok, I will do just that. By climbing that ladder, taking that belt, and falling to the canvas as the new, better, MOST AMAZING BTWF World Heavyweight Champion the world has ever seen!"

Dar calms down a bit, apparently having got a little too into his rant, taking a few deep breaths and staring out at the ocean. "...The glass ceiling you speak of is foggy, BD. The future, the one standing above that glass ceiling is uncertain. But at the Garden of Evil, the glass will be shattered. And it will all become crystal..." Dar removes his sunglasses, turning toward the camera, his dark green eyes showing a strange calm. "Crystal clear." Dar turns away from the camera and puts the sunglasses back on as the feed from the camera slowly fades to black.

*The BarTron flickers to life once more as a familiar figure sits at home in his bed, a few bandages on his face but more on his hands that are wrapped around them. The room is mostly dark but the light from a camera shows the white sheets of the bed are stained with blood. The person is laying his head on a couple of fluffy white pillows that are unstained and propped up against the solid oak headboard of his bed. On his right side there is a nightstand but the room is too dark to make out what it is made of. A couple of items can be seen on the nightstand though including a necklace, a clock radio, and a lamp that is so elegant it seems to be out of place in the dark confines of the room. There is also a remote control for what seems to be the television on the dresser and the sounds of someone calling a fight are coming from behind where the camera is facing but in front of the one known to the world as Steve Twist. His cameraman seems to be on hiatus as Steve sits watching what can only be an Olympic Amateur Boxing fight on his television. He seems in a good mood for the most part but turns out to be rather irritable as he sees the fight not going how he would like it to. His face seems to have some scabs on it where his cuts dried up. There are some visible stitches too but really all in all Steve doesn’t look horrible at all, just a little mangled. Steve is wearing an older black EIW t-shirt that his trainer Dan Tritan gave him along with a pair of cargo shorts from Aeropostale and some plain white tube socks. Steve’s Gaia Championship can also just be seen sitting at the foot of his bed where he stares down at it from time to time. Finally Steve sits up and begins to talk knowing the camera can’t see much in the room and is not going to be moving on him with Chang gone…*

“Raymond Kage…a malevolent b*****d if there ever was one. I have to admit Kage that driving my face through the window of that truck was pretty demented but it isn’t anything I haven’t had happen to me before. As you can see my hands are taped up as I put them up at the last second to block the impact of the blow but it didn’t stop me from getting some shards of glass in my face that had to be removed. It isn’t a big deal though because the doctors said by Tuesday most of the marks should have healed up and I will be looking like the lady killer I am once again. But don’t think that means that I’m going to come out there this Madness and forgive your sorry a**. The problem you have Kage is that you think you can do something but what you think you can do is something that is beyond possible for someone as incompetent as yourself. You think that you can win my Gaia Championship from me but look at who else thought they could. The first person was way back in the day, Omega. Now I’ll admit that he beat me once when I first came here to the BTWF but after that time I beat him not once, but twice to put this title and keep it around my waist. Then we have Rocky who is great in the ring but couldn’t beat me. Bryan Kutterman who just can’t cut it anywhere near MY ring. And now you who lost to me at fadetoblack because you were too busy putting Rocky through a table.”

“Now I don’t know if you know this Kage but I’ve beaten some of the best the BTWF has to offer. I know for a fact you haven’t. I’ve become practically a legend in a couple of months. Raymond Kage hasn’t. I am one of the, if not, THE best wrestler the BTWF has to offer in the ring, out of the ring, on the streets, through the building, or otherwise. You Raymond Kage are not. So why exactly are we facing each other one on one at Ragnarok and why do you think that you even stand a snowballs chance in hell against me? I’ll tell you and everyone else out there why right now and it sure isn’t because Raymond Kage is an artist. No, Kage wouldn’t know art if it came up to him, was 8 feet tall, b***h slapped him so hard it killed his mom, and then said in a super loud voice, ‘I AM ART!!!’ So with that being the case why is it we are facing each other…”

*Steve takes his right hand and places it on his jaw, pretending to scratch it as if he was thinking. He then throws his hand up to the side and points a finger up as if to say, ‘Ah, I know’. But before talking again Steve leans to his right and pulls a clear water bottle up off the ground. He squirts a bit of it in his mouth before setting it back down on the floor and clears his throat before continuing.*

“The reason that the simply stupendous Steve Twist and the…well Raymond Kage are facing each other at Ragnarok is as elementary as two plus two but with two times the consequences and pain involved. You see, there was once a time where there were only dinosaurs on this planet, wait a second that is TOO far back. Ok lets put it like this. Kage thinks that he can run his mouth from here to Athens so he receives one title shot good for this Gaia Championship after winning a match up with Rocky who ended up having Kutterman cost him the match. And since I really don’t have to defend my title outside of PPVs I decided ‘hey, why not’ leading to the signing of this match. But I’m missing a large chunk of the story here. You see Kage isn’t just an a*****e, no he is like the king of them so he goes and attacks my partner Xunkai from behind and royally kicks the s**t out of him like king’s will do. This in turn pisses me off but when I go after Kage he runs away. The following week is where he won his title shot and I’m fine with that since I now get this guy in a match but thanks to the lovely booking of one Mr. Brian Blade Xunkai gets a match with him first.”

“So instead of making that match our match we get a revenge match and just for shits and giggles I go out there and kind of distract Kage from it, costing him the match. Now I know that isn’t a very nice thing for me to do Raymond but you have to understand that I have to protect my investments. You don’t think that I would just pick up anyone as my partner do you? Hell no, I picked Xunkai for a reason. But enough about him as this pertains to Kage and me. You see after this was all said and done we had a tag match last week in which the unfortunate accident of me getting driven through a car window happened but like I said that is o…k with me because I have a plan for this Tuesday. That plan isn’t going to be to necessarily take out Kage because that is going to be live on PPV when I do that. It is instead going to be to win that match and deliver a little bit of not so homemade payback. So this is a warning to those who want to mess with me this Tuesday. As the saying goes, if you play with fire you WILL get burned.”

*Steve grins at this as he once again reaches down for his water bottle and brings it back up to his mouth where he squirts a bit of water down his throat. After a few seconds Steve closes the bottle and sets it back on the floor before getting up off of his bed and disappearing into the darkness. The lights on the camera dim a bit so very little of the room is now shown. Suddenly Steve’s voice is heard again, this time from further away.*

“Speaking of the eight man tag match this Tuesday I know the BTWF hasn’t had one in a long time and has never had so dominate a team as mine in one. I mean I’m not going to name my team anything but if you think that Steve Twist would settle for anything less then to be the captain of his team then you would be quite mistaken. No I intend fully to lead my team to victory this Tuesday but the problem is if people can focus on things or not. Revenge is a very compelling thing and I know that Xunkai, Hell’s Guardian, Rocky, and above all myself are going to be looking to achieve our goals of it but I don’t want it to consume anyone. I want people to be focused on beating the team of Revision, Icy Ali, Bryan Kutterman, and Raymond Kage more then anything but really it isn’t going to be easy. So here is what I have to say about this match right now…”

*Footsteps move through the room slowly and it is hard to tell where they are coming from. After a few seconds Steve’s voice rings out louder as he is now somewhere nearer the camera.*

“If you are compelled to do so come down on thy opponent like the sword of redemption striking down the condemnation of doubt.” *A sword swiftly swings by the camera, the force of it tilting the camera down a little bit where it sees the sword stuck in the floor near where the Gaia Championship belt sits.* “For we shall not rest until the enemy is defeated and the world is cleansed of the assumptions of injustice that have plagued us in our motives for good. Thus take heed and finish this now, while the blood is moist on the walls and the war is still being fought. Ragnarok is to where we are headed and now is the time of reckoning in which we can only force ourselves to succeed.”

*The camera is abruptly turned to show the face of Steve Twist, his eyes burning with fury.*

“The blood shall dry only when the world is saved for the new age…”

“A Storm is Brewing!”

*With that Steve throws the camera down to the ground where it stays on for a few seconds to see Steve pull the sword up out of the ground and point it straight up in the air so the broad side faces forward, displaying the numbers: 8/31/04. With a quick turn of the wrist the sharpened edge of the sword is turned to face forward, splitting the face of Steve Twist into a lit part and an unlit part. The scene then slowly fades to nothingness…”

The lights dimmed down a bit, signalling that yet not another promo was about to begin. The crowd quieted down a bit, wondering which superstar was going to come out this time. The pyros all along the top of the ramp and down the ramp started shooting off sparks, just small spurts at first, but after about ten seconds they sparks stopped...only to explode in a huge, continous stream of black sparks. The crowd murmured a bit, wondering what was going on, seeing as how no superstar seemed to be making his way out to the ring. They're minds seemed to change, though, as they all heard the PA system crackling to life, signalling that the music was about to begin.

YEAH!

American Badass ripped across the PA system with that, the small amount of people who liked we're on they're feet with cheers, everybody in the crowd just staying silent, having not decided yet if he deserved to be cheered on. A figure emerged at the top of the ramp, standing there for a bit as he looked out at the crowd, nodding a bit, though he couldn't be seen clearly because of the dim lighting. He stood there for a few seconds then walked down to about mid-ramp, where the figure threw his arms up into the air, the lights coming back to full power as the pyros shut off, revealing it to indeed be Pohatu. His small cheering section was still on their feet, cheering for him. Pohatu turned, bowing slightly in their direction then walked the rest of the way down the ramp, visibly sighing a bit. He pulled himself up onto the apron then rolled in underneath the bottom rope, standing right back up as soon as he was in. His music slowly started to fade out as he walked to one side of the ring, getting hand a microphone by the ring side technicians. By the time he reached the center of the ring, his music had faded out, along with his cheers as they guessed he was about to begin speaking. Pohatu raised the microphone up to his lips, licking his lips once before he began to speak into the microphone. "Last Friday, I stepped into the ring against one of my former employees." Pohatu said, pausing for a few seconds and then started up again. "He tried everything he could think of to try and get me down, but in the end, I just had to land a couple of elbows and then a clumsy version of a frog splash and I got the one...two...three." Pohatu lowered the microphone from his lips to let his small cheering section cheer for a bit. He nodded gratefully at them then raised the microphone back up to his lips, signalling that he was going to start talking again.

"Zain said that he wanted the match, so that he could prove something. Well, Zain, I think the only thing you proved was that you can't cut it."the crowd murmured a bit, unsure about this Zain fellow themselves."You went into that match thinking I was going to take it easy on you, didn't you? Well, I guess I showed you what happens when I step into the ring." Pohatu pursed his lips after saying this, looking around the arena before continuing. "But off of that, I have some bigger fish to fry. Such as...Sean Carbon and The Powerhouse."after Pohatu said this, the crowd murmured a bit, though they seemed excited to be able to see what Pohatu was going to say about the current television champion and one of the other new guys."Powerhouse, you called me a reigning CHUMP? Maybe you don't realize something, bub. I may have been fired for a short time, but I have been here a HELL lot of longer then you!"Pohatu said, glaring up the entrance ramp as he said this, almost as if expecting Powerhouse to coming running down the ramp at any second to challenge what Pohatu was saying."You honestly think I'm the person you have the least to worry about, pal? WRONG! I'll make sure that you don't have that gold secured around your waist anytime soon."Pohatu raised his fist up, looking defiantly out at the crowd."Powerhouse...you say that Sean Carbon has held that title for long enough, and that he needs to pass it off to some fresh blood. Well, if you ask me, Carbon is just getting started."Pohatu licked his lips as the crowd murmured in wonder, obviously wondering their former hero was acting as if the jerk that was Sean Carbon was a friend, or something to that effect."You see, Sean Carbon won that title fair and square. He didn't win it by default, or any of that crap, he won it fair and square, inside the ring."Pohatu lowered the microphone from his lips, making a funny face.

He walked over to one side of the ring and made a signal with his hand, getting tossed a bottle of Gaia-Aid. He nodded at the ring side technicians thankfully then went to one of the corners, leaning against it as he took a drink out of the bottle, placing it carefully on the ground beside him. "Just talking about Powerhouse dries my throat out. I guess that shows just how 'shocking' he is, huh?"his small cheering section laughed as he said this, some other people in the crowd laughing a bit, too. The former cruiserweight leaned backed a bit, streaching and yawning a bit before he continued. "Sean Carbon! In case you haven't noticed, I've taken a liking to you and your style. You do what needs to be done, maybe a little overboard from time to time, and you have the no-nonsense attitude that can get you places. I would think your size would, most certainly, qualify you for a shot or two at Steve Twist or Big Daddy, but I guess Brian Blade just hasn't let you through yet, huh?"Pohatu lowered the microphone from his lips, the Steve Twist fans cheering as other people booed at the mention of Big Daddy. He waited for those people to calm down before raising the microphone back up to his lips. "Now, I may not be a friend of Big Daddy's, but I must congratulate him for holding his title for so long. But, come Ragnorak, and the Garden of Evil, I do believe that a NEW World Champion will be crowned, don't you?"he said, looking out to the crowd as he raised the microphone up, cheers of 'Darson! Darson!' being heard, along with cheers of 'Tiger! Tiger!'. He waited a bit, furrowing his brows together as he heard a couple cheers for Riona. He quirked a brow in those people's directions then shrugged, putting the microphone back to his lips, though he didn't begin speaking yet since people were still voicing they're thoughts. He nodded, waiting for about fifeteen seconds before he raised the microphone back up to his lips again."Okay, okay. I'd perfer to go home with a full paycheck, people."he said, grinning a bit to showing he was kidding around with them. More of the crowd laughed then before, making the wrestler's eyebrows go up in surprise.

Pohatu stooped down, picking up his bottle of Gaia-Aid, which he drank a bit more of before looking back out to the crowd, raising the microphone back up to his lips."Anyway, I've bored all of you too much, haven't I?"he said, grinning a bit, making the crowd laugh again, though it wasn't the whole crowd. He bowed his head slightly then tossed the microphone back to the ring side technicians as American Badass hit the PA system. Pohatu went over to the ropes that were facing the ramp and leaned back against them, bending himself backwards to make himself, quite literally, roll over the top rope onto the apron. From there he just hopped down and went back up the ramp, occasionally taking a drink of his Gaia-Aid. At the top of the ramp he turned and waved out at the crowd, his cheering section cheering for him, everybody else still staying silent. Pohatu shrugged his shoulders and disappeared backstage, popping his neck as he walked.