Welcome to Gaia! ::

The BarTron flickers to life it is the middle of the night then the camera moves downward and it appears to be in the middle of a forest the camera begins to move passing by trees and through bushes until the camera comes to a clearing with a fire in the middle of it and with a figure in black siting at it with their back to the camera poking the fire with a stick that they place beside them self
a voice rings out
sure took you long enough to find me but now that you’re here lets get down to the business at hand

and with that the figure pulls down their hood raveling short spiked brown hair and what appears to be the back side of a mask there is enough light so a red symbol can be seen on the back of the mask the camera zooms in on the symbol it looks like a red shamrock
the figure turns around to face the camera
it’s Kid Chaos but his mask is different it’s the same style of mask that he has always worn but this one has a red Celtic cross on each cheek and his eyes are deep and intense he looks over his shoulder and into the fire before looking back at the camera

for all of you at home wondering what’s with the new look the new look reflects a new attitude
I came out here in the wilderness disconnecting my self from the world for a few days mainly to clear my head and to think a few things over after I got every thing set in my head then I call up for a camera crew to come up here and meet me then I made a few calls to the BTWF management
let me start off by saying so I lost my match o well I am not here to whine and b***h an moan about it I am a bigger man then that but let me say this that match was fun for me we pushed each other to are limits so I would love another match like that any time or any place where we push are selves and each other to are physical limits but I don’t see this happening any time in the near future Powerhouse, Eliminator because I got to crush an annoying little gnat Wing I will crush you in-between my thumb and forefinger like the pathetic little insect you are you see I have asked for a special match for us a match that is my own brain child a match in which only either me or you will walk way or maybe neither of us is walking way from this match for all of you on the edge of your seats to know what this match is you will just have to wait an see if this match if it does happen will most likely take place and Ragnarok the Nors mythology for the end the world when the Gods and Demons fought for control but what people don’t know or forget is that this end is foretold by the great beast rising from the sea the kraken a monster of unmeasurable power and destruction Wing you my consider me your personal kraken

as it is spoken so shale it be done
the camera moves upward until the full moon can be seen then the screen fades to black

A quiet hum shakes the arena as the lights flicker themselves dim. In a blast the lights turn on full with the music slashing onto the scene, numbing the senses.

Papa Roach's 'Infest' Cues up an image on the BarTron. It's a Computer Graphically animated haunted mansion against a purple sky. Lightning streaks across the screen and the door swings open into pitch darkness. In red chiller, the font slams against the screen, 'Step into the Powerhouse'.

As these make the screen appear to crack The Powerhouse steps up on the top of the ramp, Microphone in hand. This all took only a second or two. The toned athlete begins his way down the ramp, bothering to go out of his way to interact with the fans.

Announcer Uno: The Powerhouse is making his way out to the ring, once again.

Announcer Dos: You know Uno, this guy's like your cologne. At first you hate him, but after so long you still hate him, but you like doing it.

Announcer Uno: I don't know if I should be flattered or appalled.

As he approaches the ring the steel steps are in plain view, however he prefers to slide in under the bottom rope. He thrusts himself up with his arms and used his waist to push off the mat at the same time so that he completely missed his knees and landed directly on his feet, red soles contrasting against the mat.

Powerhouse lifts the mic to his lips, nodding his head just slightly a few times to let on he's ready to talk. "Bub?" The crowd seemed perturbed. What on Earth was this man talking about?

"No, Pohatu. You do not call The Powerhouse bub." His expression is serious, perhaps for the first time since joining the BTWF. "You listen to me, Pohatu, and you listen close. I don't give a damn how long you've been here. You either have what it takes, or you fall short. And from what I'm seen, you don't have a very long way to fall, do you?"

There were cheers at this moment, with boos. He walked a very thin line with the crowd. Though, he walked it well. Walking away from the center, Powerhouse made his way to a corner. As he talked he ill consciously made a circle, ending up exactly wher he began, in the center.

"You see Pohatu, you can be here another ten years, and it won't matter. You've had your time, and you blew it. Ask any of these people sitting here tonight." The fans threw out cheers, it was almost deffening. "You're the reigning Chump because you're too stupid to know when to bow out. You can't betray these people and expect them to welcome you back with open arms, and you can't expect me to respect you before you step up."

The man's face, once again, became stone, as did his voice. "You have never experienced a match like you're about to. So before you step into The Powerhouse, you'd better ask yourself if you're ready to earn your PhD." As the final words made their impact the crowd began to roar. Things were beginning to heat up before this Friday.

Infest pulsed through the arena just as Powerhouse released the mic, letting it plunge to the canvas. He dropped to his back, rolling out of the ring, and started his way up the ramp. Walking through the BarTron his music faded away as the masked announce team's familiar voices flowed through the air.

Announcer Uno: I think Pohatu really struck a nerve, questioning Powerhouse's skills.

Announcer Dos: Well when you're out to prove yourself like him you tend to take things more serriously. Now do me a favor and switch to Brute, that Aqua Velva is giving me a migraine.

*looking at a episode of madness victor streches back and moves his arm to his side, noticing no one is beside him. realizing how many sacrifices he had to make to get the heavyweight title*

" one might say im arrogant for trying and trying again to get the heavyweight title, and that i am too light and that i might not have the power to lift poeplee over my head but trust me, my day will come when i get the title, and prove that weapon users always finsih last, and to prove this i am going to continue my rant to defeat EVERY weapon user in btwf, once again, because Kats outlaws did not satisfy my huinger to bring justice into the square circle."

"Mooreon, Kage, Kutterman they are my next targets, so fans of wrestling, preapre i am on my hunt for justivce, so i must reside on getting the heavyweight title for a bit longer, sorry to all of my fans...and to make sure i get these matches i had wrote a poem for each"

mooreon

when it comes to looks your a disgrace
you took a weapon to second base
always see you hug that chair
sorry id rather hug the a** of a bear
when we step inside the ring...
hear the bell go all "ding ding"...
ill have you lieing on the floor
then i will defeat moore


kut the cheese

like hot knife through butter,man
i will defeat kutterman
when he is down he will see the light
but then he'd get a sudden fright
cause a chop of compasion thats all he'll feel
and that is the win that ill steal

the chickenwire kage

what is a kage that does not lock?
a peice of crap or a really limp c***
thats how i describe you kage
you are like a torn out page
a peice of scrapthat no one wants
only to thiknk iof that win that haunts


So i hope i annoyed you all, kage, mooreon, kutterman...ill see you at a madness near you!

((okay those poems sucked, can you at least ACT like they insulted you? lol oh and i mean no offence to the real you))

*The BarTron flashes to life as we open on the shores of Mackinaw Island with the sun shining brightly in the sky above the island, signaling the time is around noon, probably about 2ish. The part of the island we are at is away from all the constant hustle and bustle that takes place near the docks and in the tourist businesses and attractions around them such as Fort Mackinaw and all the chocolate places. In fact this area looks very seldom traveled as there isn’t signs of a trail or hove prints that indicate horses, the main transportation on the island, have been around the area. Instead there is some overgrown foliage that is thick and green that cut off to the sandy, beach-like shoreline of the isle. On this small part of the shore we see Steve Twist looking up at the blue sky, sitting in a lawn chair that he hauled there along with his cameraman Chang Lo who has a handheld camera like usual that he is damn good at using. Steve is dressed in a yellow t-shirt that, from the front, looks like it has a surfboard logo and some writing on it while the back can’t be seen with Steve sitting down. Steve also has on a pair of cargo shorts from Abercrombie and Fitch, a pair of sandals although he usually despises them, and a pair of gold rimmed sunglasses that have a horizontal S bend on the sides along with a pair of blue tinted lenses. Steve sits with his left leg crossed over his right and with his hands folded on his abdomen. His head is of course tilted back to see the soft blue glow of the sky with its few clouds that keep the mood calm. There is a slight breeze that is cool and relaxing as the sun is beating down on the island especially hard as the last of the summer weather has come. It is almost like Steve thinks this too and sighs knowing the good and bad things that will come out of the passing of the summer but still not wanting to go away. After a little while Steve reaches up and feels the front of his neck with his right hand, it still being a bit torn up from Madness. He doesn’t look upset though but instead smiles before reaching up further and removing the sunglasses from his face and folding them up before sticking them onto the collar of his shirt. Steve then stands up, making the damp sand underneath him crumble a bit and putting his hand up to signal Chang to come over closer. Steve looks intently into the camera before turning his head first to the right then to the left and back forward before beginning to speak…*

“So one of my plans was spoiled but the other succeeded greatly. No big deal because I knew that my team couldn’t handle their emotions and I don’t blame them. I mean if it wasn’t for me and Xunkai setting Kage up for the Twister we could have had the match. But it was no one persons fault and really it doesn’t change the simple fact that the Gaia Championship is going to be staying around my waist this coming Tuesday.”

*Steve just keeps looking in the camera before looking down at his wrist like there was a watch and tapping his foot on the ground, flicking a little sand up off from his sandals. After a few seconds of this Chang finally gets the message and kneels down quickly, searching in the black gym bag the two brought along, with whatever they would need in it, to find the Gaia Championship belt. He finally finds the piece of gold and tosses it to Steve who grabs it easily out of the air and holds it up by one strap next to his face.*

“I’m sure that everyone watching this can see this fine belt right here. But what I’m not sure of is if everyone knows what is going to happen with it after Ragnarok. Well let’s see, if you look at the facts, no I don’t have any fact sheets so that won’t work. Ok here is one for you, listen to the facts straight out of the mouth of the man who, along with the departed Omega, MADE the Gaia Division. This belt is more then a symbol that recognizes you as one of the best in this business, it is also a symbol that shows you can put on the best matches for the fans and that you can defend it against anyone that is in your way. This belt is something you should strive everyday to keep and defend and not toss it aside like a piece of trash. This is something that many people will never get their hands on and something that people work long amounts of time to get. The Gaia Championship is one of the most, if not the most, prestigious prize in the BTWF. No disrespect to the BTWF World Heavyweight Championship of course but that has two too many fluke wins for me currently, then again it has really turned around since then and I won’t be holding this belt forever…”

*Steve looks up at the sky wondering about this before placing the Gaia Championship belt on his right shoulder and looking back at the camera. He doesn’t start though but instead signals for Chang to pull out another item from the back and throw it to him, this time it is a blood stained piece of paper that has the words “…is a mystery” on it. Steve is handed this paper and looks down at it, wondering still what it is.*

“Now this is something that I have wanted to bring up for a while. I’m not quite sure what it is but it is disturbing enough. I found it earlier this week taped onto my locker room door and I’m less then pleased with whatever kind of trick this is. Prank or not I’ll be taking this seriously and trying to find out what it means here in the next week or two. But this isn’t what I want to focus on here and can wait.”

*Steve is immediately handed the barbed wire hockey stick from Chang this time. The same hockey stick he hit Kage in the face with on Madness. Blood has dried on the barbed wire and it is a wonder they were able to even bring it out to this island. Steve brandishes it with both hands, making sure he is on the parts without barbed wire on them. After staring at it for several seconds Steve begins to talk again.*

“Raymond Kage…this is your fate. You say you can’t see it. I say you’re blind. You say that a bloody me is art and the Gaia Championship is yours. I say that a bloody you is inevitable and the Gaia Championship will NEVER be yours. But whether you like it or not Kage I have gotten a very special stipulation signed for our match at Ragnarok. But knowing you with how incapacitated your brain has become after taking a barbed wire hockey stick to the face this past Madness I’ll spell it out for you. At Ragnarok, one on one for the Gaia Championship, Steve Twist vs. Raymond Kage…”

*Steve pauses for a few seconds and looks down at the hockey stick again before raising it up with one hand into the air and smiling. Chang seems to shake a little bit but keeps the camera looking straight ahead.*

“B-A-R-B-E-D W-I-R-E MATCH!”

*Steve begins to laugh before throwing the stick to the ground. He steps forward and turns from a laughing maniac to a very serious look in a split second. Steve’s eyes narrow and his lips begin to move again with a menacing aura coming from around Steve, showing a sick unseen side of him shining through.*

“In this match there is no mercy and carnage is assured. But to the few of us who don’t know what this match is I’ll explain it to them. Instead of ring ropes for this match they are replaced with strands of Barbed Wire that will rip and tear into the skin of anyone unfortunate enough to touch them. There is also no disqualifications and any kind of weapon can and will be used. Don’t forget that I’ll be making sure personally that there are some good treats to be found under the ring including something similar to this very hockey stick.” *Steve points down to the hockey stick quickly before continuing.* “The winner is the one who can withstand the pain and pin their opponent’s shoulders on the mat for a three count or make them submit. So Kage beware because if you thought Tuesday was painful you have a lot more to go through yet.”

*Steve smirks again even though he has never been in this type of match. It’s just one more thing to revolutionize to him. Plus this is the perfect type of match for payback. The little pause is broken abruptly though as Steve starts one last time.*

“So now we are at the last move in the game. The last hurrah of the fight. The final battle the war. In the last few days of summer who will be left standing and who will be left with the shame of defeat? This is to decide once and for all who is the true Gaia Champion and Kage that is ME. Your sick and demented but in no way are you as twisted as me and I will show you what you think is fun doing to others is not as fun when it is done to you. This is the last time you will ever lurk in my shadow undermining me because the light will cast the shadow away and there will be nothing left except me and this belt.”

“The single decisive blow will be struck and snatch victory…”

“A Storm is Brewing!”

*With that Steve swiftly takes the sunglasses from his shirt collar, puts them back on, and goes to sit back down, enjoying the last days of summer while they last. Chang then goes over to Steve with the camera still on, noticing something odd. Etched into the sunglasses of Steve is the date: 8/31/04 and something else but before the camera can catch what it is a low battery light comes on and Chang quickly turns it off as we fade to nothingness.*

*Promo*

*The lights fade as superbeast Hits as Kutterman walks out smirking walking down the ramp as he makes a sudden stop, A fan sigh catchs hes eye he gose up to the fan and rips the sign out of hes hands as Kutterman walks in the ring with the sign in hes hands ands hes raises it in the ait, it reads "Kutterman Fears TT+Bidwell" Kutterman rips the sign in two and spits on it as he grabs a mic and begins to speak*

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!? Me fear a crippled cat and the king of nothing?!?! Who got this idea? I mean look at those two, Victor "The king of nothing" Bidwell, Bidwell, Bidwell, Bidwell........YOU SICKEN ME!! I mean you getting your a** kicked 24/7 By Mike Moore, and you think you can beat me? The Underground legend? The king of the Bat? The maker of the MASH slam? Well good luck, You see Victor, You want people to pity you.....Because of your dad....But I know your secret.....THATS A LOAD OF BULL****!! Your dad isnt dead, hes hiding in shame! Because he got hes a** kicked by some guy! Victor, you living the american Lie!"

*Takes a deep breath while the crowd jeers of the harsh words* "You see Victor, because you beat Kat...Dosent mean Jack! I AM A hole diffrent game from Kat, Kat didnt hav the rights to call herself an "Outlaw" VIctor, you will see think of any match you want, Because I will do the same as your father...MAKE YOU HIDE IN SHAME!!"

"Now as for TT, TT you think you your cool because you tried to make a small diss of me? You know what if you hav Real balls you'll come down here right now and fight me as a man would........ *Waits for a min and nothing* "I thought so....Because your a ballest cowerd, TT I know that this will be hard to swallow, but Im better then you, Im tougher then you, I am more of man then you will ever be....... *The crowd jeers louder then loud after this*

"You see TT the reason im better then you is because I dont trust anyone, while you, put your trust in the hands of two people, Pulse........And shady, Now Pulse left you and shady beat the hell out of you, TT why even trust a White rapper? Now anyway TT I dont care what you strike with...Because Ill be damned if you can even hurt me.......And if you want to prove me wrong....Ill be in the parking lot...."

*Laughs a bit while the crowd still jeers*

"Rocky....Your end is coming...I know your making you will right now because The tables hav turn, Last week I lead my team to a win by pinning you, get use to that....Me alwas on top wile I look down at you...."

*Superbeast hits while Kutterman kicks the sigh away from him as hes walks to the parking lot*

((No hard feelings OOC))

((okay i know it was an insult and all but for future references its the KING OF PAIN! lol and it was a pretty nice diss though, and for more future references, it was more than one guy and he is dead 3nodding ))

Hello to all from College, and tomorrow night is the night. Tomorrow night I get to beat the living hell out of Icee pee and fox the dog. But the fact of the matter is this, it doesn't matter if they work as a team or not, they could beat the living hell out of each other and me, but when that bell rings. The announcer right there will have one thing to say, And the winner of this match Hell's Guardian. It doesn't matter what I have coming at me, I will be the winner, and I will get my revenge I deserve.

The BarTron fades out and the music goes silent. The crowd turns toward the large screen, wondering who would be doing a promo now. When the feed comes back, we see the view from a camera walking down a city street. Probably Barton itself. It's night time, and it's easy to tell. The sky is completely dark, too cloudy to let any moon or starlight pass through. The only illumination comes from scattered street lamps, and the occasional headlights of a passing car. After about fifteen seconds of walking, the cameraman turns, and the view of a large pair of wooden double doors comes into view. A small window sits next to them, and in it, a neon sign could be seen that spelled out the word "BEER" in bright green letters. A hand can be seen reaching out to the door handle, and then pulling the door open, revealing a somewhat well-lit bar, with a few darker corners. Various customers could be seen sitting at tables, and the bar was crowded with people watching a football game on the televisions scattered above it. The camera man ignores all of these, however, moving to the back of the bar, where, in a dimly-lit corner, we could see the Number One Contender for the Small Fry Championship, Revision, sitting in a wooden booth. The crowd boos mildly, but it doesn't really have the fun it has when Revision isn't there in person.

Revision is currently dressed in a black windbreaker, the inside completely white, as are the small, tight areas around his wrists. The zipper is open, and beneath it, we can see Revision is wearing a dark blue shirt, with some kind of sport logo on the front. From what we can see, his pants are a pair of black cargos, the ones that seem to be made completely of pockets, with white lines swirling down them, ending at a pair of what look to be brand new white sneakers. Revision's blond hair is swept back behind his ears as usual, and his bright blue eyes are covered by a pair of reflective, blue-tinted sunglasses. Revision was slouching a bit, his arms resting on the table, one bent and going upwards, the hand balled into a fist, which Revision was currently resting his chin on. His other hand was idly stirring a styrofoam cup of coffee with a very thin, red straw. Judging by the very light brown color of the coffee, Revision used a lot creme. Probably sugar too. Revision didn't even glance up at the cameraman, just motioning lightly with his head toward the booth opposite him. The cameraman slowly sat down, resting his camera on the table with a view of Revision's upper body. Revision continued to stare down at his coffee, stirring slowly. After a few moments, he slowly opened his mouth to speak. He sounded as if he was currently feeling a mixture of boredom, amusement, and slight anger, all at once. "I hate my coffee black...Such a bitter, dull taste. I prefer things of a sweeter, smoother taste. Most of the time I don't even bother to drink coffee, but I need the caffiene tonight." Revision glances up at the cameraman. "Are you really so busy that you had to come at this hour?" A slightly intimidated and apologetic voice came from behind the camera. "Uh, sorry, Mr. Jame-" Revision suddenly ripped his sunglasses off his face, staring wide-eyed at the cameraman, looking quite furious. "Oh, uh, sorry Revision...I forgot that I wasn't allowed to use your real na-" Revision sighs, rolling his eyes and waving off the apology, putting his sunglasses on and returning his chin to his hand.

"Forget about it...It'll probably be released some day by some idiot who slips up like you. Oh well." Revision stops stirring, letting the straw drop into the coffee, then takes the cup in his hand, bringing it up and taking a drink hesitantly, as if testing the heat. Apparently finding it satisfactory, he took long draught, then set the cup back down, wiping his lips abesent-mindedly with the back of his sleeve before returning his hand to the cup. "My public hasn't heard from me for a good two weeks. I'm surprised some people haven't gone into shock from Revision Deprivation. Very serious condition, you know..." A few fans in the crowd rolled their eyes and groaned, but most ignored the comment, paying attention to what Revision had to say. "Well, they'll get to hear from me now. Ragnarok is only a few days away. And I'm getting my first title shot in the BTWF. For the Small Fry," Revision scoffs at the name. "title. My first action as champion is going to be to change that idiotic name...Maxwell Conners is a fool for thinking that up. Then again, he's a fool for many reasons. That one just stands out to me. Heh...this upcoming Pay-Per-View is going to be interesting. My match will be the highlight of the night, of course, but still...A Loser Leaves Town Street Fight, Double Tables match, Barbed Wire Rope match, and the creme de la creme of cage fighting, the Garden of Evil, all in one Pay-Per-View? I'll admit, even I, with my perfectly normal match, will have trouble outshining those...But the overall incredibility of myself becoming the BTWF Small Fry Champion when I have only been in this federationf or a month will be enough to get every single wrestling fan in the building buzzing. I mean, after all...I'll be the greatest champion so far. I mean, look at me." Revision motions to himself with the hand that had been stirring the coffee. "I'm what every cruiserweight wrestler should be. I'm one of the two male wrestlers in the BTWF that weigh under 200 pounds." Revision was of course referring to Dark Lord, the leader of the Children of Nightmare, someone even smaller than Revision, at 5'5" and 170 lbs. "Everybody else in the division are heavyweights on a diet. Pushing the weight limit for the division."

Revision takes another drink of his coffee, almost finishing it."But me...I'm smaller than them. Quicker. More agile. Able to risk things their heavier bodies wouldn't be able to do. I'm what the cruiserweight division is all about. Bah...You don't want to hear me ramble on about this. You want to hear what I have to say about my opponent for Ragnarok, Xunkai. Actually...Xunkai is the perfect example of what I'm talking about here. He's 6'1", 220 pounds. Right on the line, the limit of this division. Does he think that he can defeat me with his size advantage? Is he forgetting that I beat Alex Swift my second week on NeoFighters, a man who weight a good 100 pounds more than me? While I have no doubt that Xunkai has a lot more talent than that huge loser, I've proven that size doesn't make a difference when you're facing someone as talented as myself. And Xunkai will be one of my only worthy opponents I've faced so far. He's the longest reigning Small Fry Champion in the history of the BTWF. And it's no doubt that, if I wasn't in this federation, he would deserve that title. But I'll put it simply. I am better than Xunkai. You want to know why?...Xunkai doesn't have the attitude of a champion. He comes out with that 'Win or loose, I'll do my best, and that's all that I can do' attitude. That attitude DOES NOT win you championships. You have to KNOW that you will take that title from your opponent, or keep your opponent from getting your title. You have to KNOW that there's no chance that the opponent can beat you. Because once you know it, kids...It becomes true." Revision drinks the last of his coffee, then moves out from the booth, standing up and beginning to walk toward the door, the cameraman quickly getting up to follow him. Revision speaks over his shoulder, though he's barely audible over the din of noise in the bar. "I will show everyone that I am the one most worthy of that title by winning it. When I leave Ragnarok, it will be around my waist. Xunkai may be the 'cornerstone' of the Small Fry Division...But I'm going to revise the very foundations of the wrestling world. Move out of the spotlight, Xunkai..." Revision opens the door to the bar, zipping up his jacket as he does and walking outside, looking up into the light rainfall that had started while he was in the bar, then turns back to the camera. "It's my time to shine." Revision pulls the hood of his jacket up, then shoves his hands in his pockets, walking down the street away from the camera as the rain continues to fall down around him, a low rumble of thunder heard off in the distance.

Fade out.