Welcome to Gaia! ::

*the BarTron fades on and the crowd murmurs because its pitch black. They begin to think that it’s broken but they begin to hear voices* ow! ********! My wrist is still injured you know! *the crowd recognizes that voice and begins to cheer…while some perverts in the crowd begin cracking up laughing and whistling. Suddenly the lights turn on and we see that we are in fact in the living room of a well furnished house and on one of the walls is a poster of the former Rap and Cat Connection with its last three members, Shady, Tiger, and Pulse. On the fire place mantle there are many pictures of a long black haired guy with blue eyes and Pulse without the contacts that make her eyes red. In comes the guy with long black hair into the living room and he sits on the couch and looks at the camera man with fire in his blue eyes. He is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.*

Damn it I told you to be here tomorrow for my promo so I could get ready! Ah well, it seems that I’ve been caught black-haired, yes that’s right, my silver locks are nothing but dyed black hair, but you still love me right? *the crowd cheers* I thought so. But I’m not here to talk about how good I look without my make-up on; I’m here to talk about Ragnarok, mainly the main event, the Garden of Evil. The device designed to absolutely obliterate every one who enters this structure designed to entertain you fans. It will be one hell of a match, because it has within it 6 of the top 10 wrestlers ever to grace the BTWF, and they are Big Daddy, Darson Grays, Maxwell “HBK” Conners, Shady K, Riona Langly, and yours truly, Seth “The Tiger” Neko.

First I’m gonna address the current BTWF World Heavyweight champion, Big Daddy *the crowd jeers heavily*. We’ve faced off before, once mono e mono, then again in a tag match. You won the one on one match fair and square, I’ll give you that, but you lost the tag match. Now we will be enclosed in a structure that satin himself wouldn’t step into, along with 4 other people. Just one problem for you Big Daddy, if any of our other opponents were as smart as me, they would go after you and eliminate you first, that way the title would be guaranteed to change hands. But you or anyone else in the Garden of Evil for that matter will have faced or been in the same ring with the new improved Tiger. And only one match will you be able to learn from, that being my match against Demon. But unlike you say, we don’t sit in our bed in night, rocking back in forth sucking our thumb, thirsting for the BTWF World Heavyweight championship like we can’t live without it, like we need it to exist, like it was our heart, without it we would die in an instant, no, YOU need the title like it’s apart of you, because without it you would be a big NOTHING.

Next, the Number one contender for the Heavyweight championship the last two title defenses, Darson Grays *the crowd cheers at the mention at Dar*. You’ve given Big Daddy quite a run at Madness: Night of Champions and FadetoBlack, you of all people know how important to the fans that Big Daddy lose the Heavyweight championship. Now we’ve never gone face to face and that’s a big disappointment to the fans, but if we end up both trying to climb the ladder, I guarantee that I will give you the fight of your life, the Iron Man match is nothing compared to this.

*he takes a deep breath as Pulse enters the room and the crowd cheers and whistles for the former BTWF Woman and NeoFighters champion. She is carrying two glasses of water and sets it down on the table next to him and Seth grabs a pill bottle and takes one chasing it down with water. He takes a few gulps of water before setting it down* never liked the taste of medicine *he picks up the glass of water again and drinks it all before setting it down and examining his cast-clad hand. He then clenches it into a fist and lets the fist go slowly. Then he rotates his wrist slowly and the pain is evident on his face but he continues to rotate it. He then sets it on his lap and continues to speak*

And who would forget my most hated enemy, Shady K *the crowd jeers again, loudly* you see this *he holds up the cast covered in both Demon’s and Shady’s blood* this was a soft cast. Now the trainers think that since I’m gonna be wrestling in this chamber of evil with my wrist still slightly injured, they believe that a hard cast is needed to protect my wrist from serous injury. Hell I’m not complaining, because in this match EVERYONE will be busted open. Well I said I wanted your signature in blood right? Well I have the cast, where can you sign? You see Shady, if this was just between me and you, I would use everything from the weapons hanging off the chains to the chains themselves to make sure you lie in the hospital for more weeks than I did. But I have to watch out for the four other people who will try to eliminate me as well, just watch your back Shady, because otherwise your gonna get Killed for the Final time!

Now to my only friend participating in the Garden of Evil, HBK. At Tournament of the Gods you were arrested for ‘Mafia activity’ and spent a month in jail. We all missed you and hope you’ve returned with many new tricks. HBK, I have your back, but if it’s down to us two climbing the ladder while the other four are laid out or not there. Then I’ll have no choice but to take the Heavyweight title away from you. This is business, and in this business there is gold to be sought. You’ve tasted that gold and held it for a month, it’s my turn. Of course this goes back to an old saying ‘you and your friend are stuck deep underground and are very thirsty, but you two only have enough water for one person and if you split it, you both will die…what do you do?’ I’d give it to you. But the Heavyweight championship isn’t the only water we have, it’s the most pure. And just for a bit I would love to taste that pure water instead of sewage for once. HBK, I grantee that if I get the Heavyweight title, you will be Number 1 contender for it, even if I have to interfere in the match to make sure.

And finally Riona Langly, the world’s favorite b***h *stops as a ‘show your tits’ chant starts up* apparently you guys remember her as the person me and Pulse tried to make friends…well look what happened, you end up facing Pulse at Tournament of the Gods and beat her some how then two weeks later you disrespect the NeoFighter’s Championship making Blade change it to the TV title…then you come back and now your in the Garden of Evil…what the ********!? Oh well, it doesn’t matter much anyway.

Now come with me, I want to show you my ‘current’ training area *he sighs then stands and walks out of the room, the camera first turning to Pulse who doesn’t seem too happy about the training area and goes back into the kitchen. The camera gets up and follows Tiger down a hall. Then he goes down a flight of stairs to reveal his basement that holds a ring…but surrounding the ring is a cage type thing and weapons hanging from chains from the roof of the basement. Tiger opens the door and calmly walks into the ring and calling forth the camera man to follow, in which he hesitated before stepping into Tiger’s mini Garden of Evil. The camera zoomed in to the first weapon Tiger was approaching, brass knuckles wrapped around a chain. Tiger grabs the brass knuckles and begins speaking.* these aren’t anything special, just adds a little more hurt to your opponent. Though compared to everything else, this is going to feel like a pinch.

*he drops the brass knuckles and yanks the chain from the roof, dropping it by his feet before walking over to a normal camera hooked up to a live feed wire and everything. He undoes the chain holding the fragile equipment and points it at himself before the BarTron gets all fuzzy. The crowd begins to boo but the BarTron escapes its fuzzy state with a close up on Tiger’s face.* what would a camera be doing hanging off of a chain? Because I believe it is possible one of the most lethal weapons we would have in the Garden of Evil, mainly due to the cord that could choke the life out of the opponent, or the camera itself which is a pain in the a** to carry *he then points it at the Camera man* of course my good friend Larry would know best right Larry? *Larry nods and Tiger turns the camera back around* I hope all of you in the Garden of Evil study this for it is the only demonstration of my power *he tilts the camera a bit before we see his fist crashing into the camera lens, making the feed go fuzzy, but Larry was quick to get the feed back up just in time to show Tiger pulling out his now bloody hand from the camera as he tosses it aside and rips out the chain*

*He then walks over to a chair hanging from yet another chain. He unwrapped the chair from the chain than unfolded it so he could sit down on it. He then pulls down the chain and sits down. He points to the ground beside Larry and the camera moves a bit as we see Larry toss a bottle of Gaia-ade to Tiger who begins to drink a bit of it before setting it on the floor* a chair can be used in many different ways, to hit, to crush, to sit, and to basically inflict pain any way possible. This weapon is very common mainly because it’s always there, and I don’t think that is going to change at all for Garden of Evil.

*he stands up and walks over to a baseball bat hanging from a chain. He undoes the bat and pulls the chain down. He then squats a bit and holds his elbow out in a perfect baseball batter stance.* you see, unlike Pushover, Kid Chaos, or anyone else who sleeps with a baseball bat to keep themselves warm in the middle of the night. And Pushover before you try to use that against me, I already have some one to keep me warm you stupid a**. Of course you’re probably too stupid to know who, but I’m getting off topic. Aside from Wrestling in high school I also played baseball, and I was classified as a power hitter, so imagine getting hit with a baseball bat from some one who they considered to be on the way to going to the Majors. But I’m not here to talk about my past as various others in this Garden of Evil have, the past is behind you, it’s the future, and the future is Tiger. *he swings the bat and you could literally hear the whoosh as he completes his swing, his left hand holding onto the bat and his right hand finishing pointing behind him. He drops the bat before walking over to just a normal chain and yanking it down, but keeps it in his hands*

A chain can do a hell of a lot more damage than anything else, it whips, it can be used as the brass knuckles can, hell you can even wrap it around things to increase their destruction power. A chain will tear at the skin with no mercy and I will use a chain as often as I can, as well as every weapon I get my paws on. I will use everything I can to their full extent to inflict pain onto whoever is in my way, be it Max, Big Daddy, or even Riona. There is no mercy to anyone in this match, and I will show no mercy. *he then drops the chain and walks over to a ladder*

And finally the road to the end of this hellish match. The object that will make and break careers rests with a ladder. Because to Blade’s stipulation, if we have any remaining members of the match, a latch will open from the top of the dome and the BTWF world heavyweight title will hang from a wire and wait for the one whose destiny is to claim it. Whoever climbs the ladder and grabs the belt will be the victor of the match, but Big Daddy is wrong. It will not be as easy as he thinks, at the most 5 other people will be gunning for, you will have to lay out at the most 5 other people, then have enough strength to climb up 15-20 feet and grab the title, and take it off of the thing that holds it above our heads. There’s only one problem with that, you better eliminate me as soon as you can, because I will always be there to knock people off of the ladder, even if it kills me. And…*he begins to climb the latter as the sounds of something mechanical begins, Larry points his camera up and sees that a replica BTWF World Heavyweight Championship belt comes from the roof* I will climb the latter like so *he then jumps a few steps from the top of the ladder, Larry gets worried that the distance he’s jumping is too far and that he is going to fall, but Tiger grabs onto the belt and kicks the ladder, then pulls his feet from being slacked to folded up below him as he undoes the belt and falls onto his back, Larry rushes over to see if Tiger is ok but Tiger stands without showing any pain and holds the replica belt above his head with his cast-clad hand* it will take all I have, but I will strike hard with…

Swiftness, Cunning, and Ferocity!

now get out of my house, I have a few things to do with Pulse…if you catch my drift *the crowd cheers and whistles as a counter appears on the BarTron, the counter clearly states the time left to Ragnarok before turning into a small box and continuing its countdown in the corner as the BarTron resumes its normal activity*

(( Eh, imagine this promo is hit 24 hours from Ragnarok in IC. I couldn't make it to the cpu. at the time. And a little note, I didn't copy BD's scene. Its not the same but similar. I had this in mind for a good time now.))

The BarTron flickers to life, as the crowd look towards it once again, eagerly expecting a promo. The pitch black screen of the BarTron when it wasn't displaying a match doesn't change drastically as the place of which the feed was coming from also seemed dark. But an object stands out as it is the center of attention. Its seems to be a radio clock, with numbers representing the rime instead of hands. This however, seemed to be larger than a regular one that you would find. The time read on the clock was in a bloodish red colour and it seemed to be couting down to something rather than a regular clock. At that time it read: '24:00:00' and it slowly began to count down, '23:59:59', '23:59:58', '23:59:57' and ectcetera. The backround around the clock was especially black, as if no light was existant through except of this red colour emitting from the radio clock. As the camera of the feed, slowly zooms out, a sudden light is flashed. It seems it was from a lightbulb hanging from the celiing right above the clock. The light from the bulb showed that the clock was placed on a table. Type of table of which are found beneath the BTWF rings. Its also seen that there was a regular small circular clock above the radio clock. This one, with hands giving of a soft ticking sound.

"Tick tock." A voice speaks, but no figure can be seen in the screen. Then the camera zooms out even further slowly capturing in view of a man sitting on a steel chair. His head was looking towards the floor and his body turned towards the clock. The steel chair was placed horizontally infront of the clock so its side would be facing the clock. Despite the limited lighting of this room from the bulb and the shadows clouding the man's face, he is easily recognized as Rocky.

"Time is ticking" He speaks again, his face refusing to look at the camer but at the floor infront of him.
"Time is ticking to Ragnarok, Bryan." Now, the clock at: '23:59:50'. "Time is ticking to our match. Rocky versus Bryan Kutterman. Time is ticking to your defeat. Oh, yes. And its all just less than 24 hours away." Rocky says, his head finally showing some movement as it turns towards the clock.

"This is the final step in this staircase, Bryan. For you see, after this step there is a single door. A door of victory. But this door isn't big enough for the both of us. Oh, no. Only one can go through while the other is sent tumbling down to the bottom of the steps. Yes. See, this rivalry has gone far too long. It started in my debut in Madness against you. I was a low profile wrestler, hoping to make an impact in the big league. I faced you. I beat you. You couldn't take it. You couldn't take the fact that I was better than you. And you pulled out that bat of yours and sent me to the hospital. Don't you see Bryan, that is the exact thing that has been repeating itself over. I display to you and the world that I'm better. More talented, more creative, more skilled and sure as hell better looking. That fact was unacceptable for you. You evaded the truth and attempted to warp it. But at every attempted you failed. See, for every damn time you tried to send me to the hospital and end my career, I came right back in. I won't stay beaten by anyone and least of all you."

"Well, Bryan Kutterman. Do you know what I have to say to you on your win last Madness? One word. Congratulations. That's right. You managed to get pull of an upset victory by pinning me and I congratulate you for it. However, if you get the slightest idea that the outcome at Ragnarok will be the same, then you overestimate your chances and underestimate my abilities. Honestly Bryan, you are just a little kid who has stumbled into the big league. You think, you are the big man on campus because some drugged up kid called you 'Underground Legend'. Heh. You don't belong here no matter what you are called. You should be restricted to wrestling in you Grandmother's backwards and in Underground wrestling because that is the only place where you can face scrawny teenagers, Bryan. And we all know, they are the only people you can dominate. Unfortunately for you, I'm not a scrawny teenager. I'm 250 pounds of pure muscle and I'll make sure to it to hurt every fibre of your body."

"Heh, I'm everything you want to be and you very well know it. I will come out to that ring give my absolute all and you know it. Hell, I'll come out and send you crashing through two tables and you know it. You know its happening. You know its destiny. So why try to lie yourself out of the fact? The end is nearing as every second passes. Kiss goodbye to the rodents you call as family, sell all your shabby clothes and get yourself a good meal. Because honestly, it will be your last. When I get in the ring with you, I don't really know at the time what I'll do or what you'll do to cause eachother pain. But. I do know one thing. That is the end. How your career in the BTWF will end. How your life as a wrestler will end. Heh, why don't I just describe it for you?" Rocky chuckles for the first time in this promo. He then picks up his eyes and turns his body to be completely turned towards the camera. His eyes and facial expression tighten, him getting more serious. He then begins to speak, in that serious manner of his.

"You will be heaved up for the last time when suddenly everything turns slow. You can hear the fans cheering, knowing what they want is coming to a near. But above that, you hear your own heart pounding. Simply pounding, wanting to break out of your chest to a safer place. Your breath quickens rapidly, knowing and fearing the inevitable. Then your worst rightmare comes into action as you are slapped with fate. You are proven wrong with destiny, with reality. You will be sent through the table the second time in the night. You will be left. Broken and limp, in a pile of a destroyed table and your own shattered remains. You will look forward, catching your last glimpse. This will be of me, Rocky standing before you, arms held high. Proving to you that I am the only one capable of walking through that door of victory. You know its coming. You know that is what will happen. Why resist the inevitable, Bryan? That is fate." Rocky stops, slowly moving his arm backwards to gesture towards the clock which now read. '23:40:03' And he begins again, in a softer voice. "And fate cannot be changed." With that, the flash light burns out as the camera zooms in once again, concentrating on the redish font of the clock. '23:40:00'

Faint by Linkin Park hits the arena and the crowd begins to boo. Smoke begins to cloud up at the top of the ramp. Suddenly a shadow appears behind it. It gets bigger and bigger until Demon is seen. Demon begins to walk to the ring as the smoke disappears into nothing. Demon steps through the ropes and reaches out for a mic. He is handed one and leans back into the ring. An a*****e chant begins amongst the crowd. Demon begins talking anyway…

“So Tiger I have to ask you. Have I finally got your full attention? I mean I put you in hospital, nothing, I put you in hospital again, nothing. But this time I’ve screwed you out of the Heavyweight championship. So is all that finally enough? Is your attention at the moment based on me? I wish it would be so I could finally prove myself to every one I am the real deal. T T, I don’t care if your pissed off with me, because I cost you your title, I’m on top of the world, and of course it makes it even better winning at Ragnarok.”

The crowd boo’s at this.

“At Ragnarok I won and that’s the bottom line, I didn’t want a match against Ravena. Hell No I wanted to be in the Garden of Evil matchup. And BB picked the wrong time to put me in the ring with someone else. I was so pissed off, I didn’t care who the hell I faced. Now Dar’s I know you are also pissed with me for what I did to Ravena. I can’t stress enough the fact I didn’t pick the match. It was handed to me and I take every match seriously, no matter who I’m up against.”

The “a*****e” Chant starts again.

“Hey you insolent people shut up. Dar’s you had your revenge but it was the biggest mistake of your life. You got involved in something that was not your business. I didn’t ant to fight you, my only problem with the match was Tiger. I did not come to harm you but now that you’ve really pissed me off, well I guess things have changed a bit haven’t they. You screwed yourself at Ragnarok Dar’s. You could have stuck to your match, you could’ve taken advantage of me taking one of your opponents out of the game. But no, you left your match and decided to fight me. That is one of the reasons why you are not the Heavyweight Champ today. You had your chance but you threw it away…”

Headhunter: That is totally true. I mean Dar’s had absolutely nothing to do with Demon.
Vic: How can you say that? Demon almost broke his girlfriends neck! Of course Dar’s had something to be angry with Demon at!
Headhunter: Well Dar’s went looking for trouble and now he is going to get it.

The crowd boos louder.

“Boo all you want but that point I just made was true, think about it Dar’s but I’ve had enough of these people and there chants so that’s all from me!”

Demon throws down the mic and Faint by Linkin Park hits the arena. Demon walks up the ramp but stops at the top. Smoke begins to cloud in front of him until a shadow stand in Demons place. It gets smaller and smaller until nothing is seen behind the thick smoke. The smoke disappears and no one is seen behind it. The camera pans around the arena and gets back to the top of the ramp as we fad…2…black.

My first promo, hope its good

The room whent dark as the main screen turned on in barton, the word DESTRUCTION apperd up on the screen and the room flashed like a lightning bolt as the word dissaperd from the screen and the lights came on as the camra was in a gym, Matty was lying on a mat doing weights he put them up on a holder and sat up looking to the camra.

"HEY! Camra man, get here, I have some thing to say." he grabed a towel as he stood up wiping his forhead and throwing it on a chair as he sat down with the camra following every thing done "As you no im a new wrestler to the BTWF, I dont intend on making any freinds or enemies, I dont even whant to get many fans yet, I dont really like to be botherd much, I can be happy at times."

He walked into his locker room and grabed one of his black and white striped shirts and putting it on he looked to a photo of the heavyweight belt in the closet and turned back to the camera "By the time I leave here, I intend to own that at least once." he wiped his face another time and threw the towel on a wooden chair as he walked out the locker room "The reason I dont intend on getting freinds, enemis or fans is because of the havyweight belt, I dont no how I will get it, or what I will do to get it."

As he walked down the hall way he opwnd another door and walked into a dark romm he turned the lights on and there was a leather chair at the caroner of the room he sat in the camra infront "Well I have better things to do today, you go now."

The camra turned off and the screen flickerd as it turned off aswell leaving barton lights to turn them selfs back of when they want.

OOC: Well, here goes my first promo in a while.

IC:

: razz ROMO::

Darkness falls over the Barton Arena. A flutter of excited murmuring is heard throughout the crowd. Seagulls and the soft rolling of ocean waves can be heard as well. The crowd gets a little anxious knowing who is about to emerge. A loud roaring can be heard. It steadily gains in volume. A few hundred people can be heard screaming on the PA System. Then the wave can be heard crashing onto shore...all goes silent. A steady rolling of waves can be heard again with the absense of seagulls and people. The BarTron flickers to life showing clips of Tsunami's previous matches just as Meant to Live begins to blare across the PA System. Tsunami emerges from backstage to a mixed reaction within the crowd. He begins to walk down to the ring donning the usual baggy carpenter pants and the signature handwraps, his sweat gleaming with perspiration. When he reaches his destination he slides in underneath the bottom rope and signals for a microphone, he quickly gets one from a technician...

Alright listen up. So, I have just been informed that I have a Small Fry Championship Title Match this Thursday night on Madness. The fans of Tsunami erupt into applause.I was dumbfounded for a few moments. I mean, me? The one who hasn't won a match fair and square yet? Then, I realized, *ahem*, I realized, we are talking about Tsunami here. Of course I am going to get a shot...but, this is more than a Title Shot to me. This is a chance to prove myself. You see, I must prove myself, I need to prove myself, I must win! I will gain that title, but most of all, I will gain the respect of everyone in this federation. I will train non-stop until my match and when that night comes I will be ready. The Tsunami fans give a mild cheer. Now let me address my opponent, Xunkai. Listen, I have nothing against you. However, that will not stop me from taking the title from you. When the tide rolls back out you'll be all washed up and I will have the gold draped over my shoulder like so. Motions his hand from the top of his shoulder downward. As I said though, this is not only a title shot, this is a chance to prove myself. To you, Xunkai, to the other big name wrestlers, to the fans, to the owner of the company, Brian Blade. I will show you all the true wrath of Tsunami because Xunkai...

The wave's crashing down on you this Thursday night on Madness...

...and that's all you need to know.

Having said this, Tsunami dropped the microphone to a mild applause from the crowd. As he walked back up the Entrance ramp he even got a few high-fives...

victor is sitting on a bench in a locker room, extremly sweaty, and panting and nearly in tears because of the stinging sweat, in the back ground there is a boxcing bad still swinging and with a ovewrsized hole in it

" i lost that mtach...first to come into the ring......first to leave it....but i did the right thing...didnt i? or should have i let kage beat victor cross then suprize attack him?...father why have we not connected, father why have you forsaken me! before when i was thirsty you gave me something to drink, when i was naked you clothed me, WHEN I WANTED COMMANDS, YOU WOULD GIVE THEM TO ME!"

headhunter: geez, victor is treatring his father like some sort of god!

vic: yah...kind of pathetic... why does brian even let him wrestle?


mr money then enters in and loks at the punching bag then loks at one of his bi ceps flexing it

Money: sometihng...wrong?
Victor: *coughs* mr.money.. yes, for so long i have been beatedn around and it must have disgraced my father....so from now on we shall do extensive martial artds training...and we shall not sit on steel chairs unitl after genisis.. got it?
Money: well...umm...i suppose?

money quirks a brow and then poes the punching bag then shrugs and sits down on a pillow

" thats right kage, kutterman, pohatu and the others, I am coming for you and the gaia champiionship will be mine! and i dont care how much you train ill be trainign twice as hard!.."

he loks at his father tomb stone then lifts it up and smashes it

" i can honer you...but i will NOT worship you! i have become over obsessive ver you and now, i am ready to fight in not only your name, but MY name as wel! get ready! the king of pain shall own his OWN THRONE!"

* he walks away as money walks over and looks at the tombstone confuzed as they fade to black*


(( yup thats about it, im ouuuuta ideas lol))

Wild Promo

The audience is talking about tonight's NeoFighters and the upcoming Madness matches. Then Wild Thing hits the arena and all are watching to see what happens next. This is not a theme they are used to, but they will know it soon. Jaice enters, swinging from a rope attached to the ceiling, while the crowd watches. He lands ring center and calls for a mic.

Jaice: Hello from the Wild One! I am Jaice Wilds, the Wild One who has come to make an impact at BTWF. Tonight I have a match at NeoFighters, one that I hope will be a good starting match for my career. I know that you all don't know me yet, but I'm hoping that after tonight's match that I gain some respect from you and the locker room.
Now, I've looked aropund and there's some great talent. Steve Twist, Big Daddy, Jack Frost... I know that these guys are WAY beyond my league, but I hope they will be kind enough to help me out with my style and match strategy. Well, maybe not Frost, cause he'll probably kill me before he helps me...
Anyways, so I'm ready for NeoFighters! Are you? *some cheers, supporting NeoFighters* Yeah, let's hope it goes pretty smooth and we all have a good time.
Well, my time's up. I gots to get going before Blade throws me out of the ring himself... *some laughs* So I'll see you all later! The Wild One, out!!

Jaice exits the ring as Wild Thing hits the arena. he walks backstage to meet and greet some of the other talents.

End Wild Promo

I’M THE KING OF MY WORLD!!
King of my world by Saliva hits the arena.
My mind alone is filled with rage for you. I am the master of my destiny.
I am the king of all you see. I'll open your eyes and make you see.
I'm the king of my world. 3...2...1 Here I come, HERE I COME!!!!!!!!


Ladies and gents welcome to MADNESS....IS....HELL!!!!

Now I have somethings to discuss here. Fans have you looked at the vote thing Blade has started. The First Ever BTWF is not put under anything. So if your a Hellaholic and you want to be a rebal when you vote. Under best fued put Big Daddy vs Hell's Guardian. Under News maker put Hell shocks fans by joining DoS. Finally put Hell's Guardian under Best Male Wrestler.
Now with that out of the way.

Since the "commitee" see fit not to put me under any of those, I guess I need to do more things to really get heard around here. Since I have nothing better to do, maybe I'll cost Icee Pee the shot at the title like he cost me a slot in the GoE. Or maybe I could even cost Big Shitty the title since he had outside help to beat me for it. Worry not I'll think of something to get heard around here, even if I have to give Brain Slade the most trouble he has ever had to deal with just to get noticed around here.

So prepare to see Hell's Guardians' name mentioned soon enough, because I'm going to cause more hell then anybody could ever imagine.

(As soon as I am safe and sound from anymore hurricanes, and with Ivan coming through this weekend or even monday or tuesday. please send some luck our way, that winds will blow this thing away.)