Welcome to Gaia! ::

Promo

The screens drop out as the cameras show the view of a city. Then they lowered and swoop down to the front of some old and creepy looking cemetery gates. The gates creek and squeal open. As the cameras slowly enter the dark and foreboding cemetery. The lightening started to come flashing down form the sky as a dark and ominous chanting was heard in the background. An alter was behind a tomb stone that read only this. ‘Here lies Dante Shadow Stride.’ As the chanting grows louder the sound of breaking dirt and creaking wood and screeching metal can be heard. The ground starts to shack as lightening strikes the center of the grace as the explosion clears and the light fades the coffin’s lid is tossed out and two seemingly clawed hands reach onto either side of the grave and up sits Harbinger his cat like eyes look into the camera and he grins a sick and sadistic grin. His fangs are sharpened and his teeth filed to be jagged as he growls. He climbs out of the grave and walks to the altar as they now see the acolytes standing about the area chanting.

The announcers now cut in.

Announcer one: What’s going on a resurrection for men who just tore down the Children of the Nightmare?

Announcer two: I don’t know what’s going on but nothing good can come of this. I remember when he was here last he buried ice and beat him down in the most profane fashion.

He looked at the Camera once more. His eyes seemed to flash as lightening crashed in the distance. He then laughed and started to run a finger along a page in the book. “Who to send to the grave first?” he then looked down at where his finger had stopped. “Dark Lord you may not fear the reaper. I will show you fear and pain like nothing you have ever felt. What I did in that arena was just a precursor to the pain and death I will inflict upon your undead soul. I have revoked your right to live.”

Announcer one: What’s he talking about revoking someone’s right to live?

Announcer two: I wish I knew but it seems he’s out for blood on this one.

The camera cuts to the ring and in the middle of it stood Harbinger holding a Mic. A coffin rested in front of the ring with Dark Lord carved into the top of it and was inlaid with silver.

“This is your resting place inside that coffin inside a grave. Dark lord I am coming for…”

The announcers intruded on Harbingers speech.

Announcer one: My God he plans to bury the dark lord alive

Announcer two: It seems that way.

Harbinger hops out of the ring and grabs both their headsets and tosses them into the jeering crowed. “Your right to speak has been revoked.” He then tossed his Mic down and the camera faded.

((thanks Dessan I suck at Promos))

"Church of the Machine" by Symphony X begins playing as Dark Lord walks down to the ring. He climbs into the ring and grabs a mic.


"Harbinger, You revoked my right to live. Great, cause I'm already dead."

The Crowd Chants a** Hole.

"Yeah yeah I know I'm an a** hole so you can quit that right now. You see I've been dead for quite some time know I'll show you."

The Bartron shows a grave. it says
Barte Fallin
1815 - 1842


"So you see. you can't bury me alive, or even kill me for that matter. So just bring it. Cause the forces of evil said it will come to pass."

Dark Lord thows the mic out into the audience then, walks out of the ring and back up the ramp as people boo at him. He flips them off as he walks backstage.

Heat's Promo

On Backstage, The Outcast Locker Room has both joy and dissapointment, a man is having some extreme training, the other one is laughing out loud, drinking beer, eating nachos and watching baywatch.

Heat : -" Haaaahahahaha... geez.. oh god... hahaha... how can they be so lame about that... harharhar.."-

Apolo : " I can't believe you... heave.... im training here like crazy ... puff.... and you... just doing nothing... gee.... you have an important match this Madness, don't just stay there and watch tv... "

Heat : -" Well vato... im not like you... im pretty sure of myself homes, besides, im The Heat... i mean... come on, how big could it be?"-

Apolo : " You talk big Heat, but don't get so sure, you barely survived the Elimination Match, i didn't get a good result with another 3 guys, now i have another with 5 wrestlers... if i don't get prepared, im not going to do a good presentation"

Heat : -" Oh come on ese, you didn't do it that bad homes, im sure you will have better luck next time, next Madness vato... you will grab the glory and then.. you and i will face at Eternity.. you and me ese... like the old times, come on, take out that brick face, im telling ya, you did good!"-

Apolo : "Yeah... whatever... at least that Potato punk didn't won, i would be dammed if he were the one getting the chance for the GC.."

Heat : -" Yeah, but don't worry homes, you'll have the oportunity to get even, and im gonna tell you my secret vato, so you could use it on your next match!"-

Apolo : " And what is that? "

Heat : -" You have to keep cool all the time, like me, i entered, i analized and i beat them, as simple as that... keep always an eye on them, for example Victor, he is a great guy, honor above and all that stuff, he gave me some dificculties, but in the end honor doesn't win a battle, it may help you to enjoy the victory if you get it but if you don't it only easy the sadness, as easy as that, nothing more, nothing less, next we have that psycho Kage... dude he needs some serious help, getting all mad and crazy over there in the ring can end in chaos, not only for his adversary, but for him too, that kind of anger mixed with adrenaline can be fatal to his body, if he keeps like that he will retire soon, besides that, he is a good wrestler, maybe he focus his effords to much in using his size and weight as advantage... like someone i know..."-

Apolo : " HEY!... don't start with me, keep with your damn advice or go and bust youself! "

Heat : -" Ok, ok, sorry... damn, im sending you with Kage to see a specialist... anyway... last but not least is Bryan Kutterman, dude he was a great one there, countering my grapples, stoping my 3 Compadres... and 3 times, no one ever did that... not even you ese!... but that's not the point, as i was saying... he's a cool guy.... well not that much... taking a bat and smacking me with it wasn't cool... but leaving that aside, he did a good job, he got up after my Game Over, only Kongol did that back there on the GWF... but besides him, none,to bad for him that i learned his Punishment move or well be a bunch of losers whining here and complaining on how life sucks! "-

Apolo : HEY!, im not complainin, nor whining or even telling how life sucks... DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, IM APOLO, IM THE AMERICAN DREAM.... SO DON'T GO AND TELL ME WHAT TO DO OR FEEL! "

Heat : -" ............................ do you really don't want to go and see someone, sometimes ese i think you're on drugs... with that stupid look on your face you don't look healthy, are you drinking vato?"-

Apolo : " WTF... damn you... grrrr... come on, finish your damn advice so i can go home!"

Heat : -" Right.... well, i have nothing else to say, my next match is versus Rocky... i have never seen him wrestle before, i can't say much about him, i'll have to wait until the very moment to tell if he is a good one or just another from the bunch, as simple as that... but of course that if he tries to be a smart a**, he will face the 3 Truths! "-

Apolo : " The 3 Truths? "

Heat : -" Yeah... he will face my lies, my cheats and my stealings... that is the ultimate truth... and well, since we are starting to have fan support, he will stand not only me, Heat... he will face The Latino Heat !-

Apolo : Heh.... let's bust this place Heat.

Heat : -" Yeah, let's go ese"-

End of Promo

The lights dimmed down slowly as the black pyros all around the arena started lighting up, shooting off tiny sparks. Victor Cross had been talking to the announcers at ring side but, as he reconised the entrance, he quickly took up a microphone, clearing his throat before speaking into it. "Now entering the arena, weighing in at 235 pounds, former GWF and NWFG owner, he is...POHATU!" right after Victor said that, the pyros that had been shooting off small sparks before went to full blast. The black sparks going high into the air, turning red as they came back down. A video started playing as the BarTron came to life, showing different events that Pohatu had been in back when he was cruiserweight. The 619 he landed on Fox in his first match, the Inziguri he landed on Dars in his final match. The video stopped, a flame effect appearing at the bottom. The flames slowly creeped up until it had taken up the entire image, making it harder and harder to see as the seconds went by. Finally, the image disappeared, and the PA system crackled to life.

YEAH!

With that, American Badass nailed the speakers of the arena, about half of the audience now cheering as they reconised that Pohatu was finally coming out. The pyros turned off as the lights came back on, showing Pohatu standing there at the top of the ramp, pursing his lips gently. He slowly walked down to the ring, the small part of the crowd that had decided he deserved their cheers were cheering him on. He smiled gently in their direction, frowning out at the rest of the crowd that was staying silent. He shook his head and walked the rest of the way to the ring, rolling in underneath the bottom rope. Pohatu slowly walked to the center of the ring, his head tilted down to slightly hide his face from the crowd. He brought it up, revealing a sad smile on his face, the small part of the crowd that did cheer him on going silent at this.

Headhunter: I bet he came out here to say he's going to form ANOTHER wrestling federation, just to try and shut down the BTWF.

Hartman: Oh come on, he can't be that heartless...can he?

Headhunter: Let's see.

Pohatu took a deep breath then made his way over to one side of the ring, leaning over the top rope to talk to the ring side technicians. After a few words, they finally tossed him a microphone, which he caught with ease. He stood up and slowly walked back to the center of the ring, looking at the microphone before finally raising it to his lips, which he licked before finally speaking. "I came out there last week, thinking that I would give you, the crowd, a show that everybody would love." the crowd murmured a bit, but went silent again as Pohatu continued. "Apolo and Icy Ali tried everything they could to eliminate me...and look where they ended up." the crowd laughed a bit at this, making the wrestler down in the ring smile ever so slightly. He brought the microphone down from his lips, letting the crowd get their laughter out a bit more before finally bringing it up to his lips again. "This week, I face off against those two..again. Along with Victor Bidwell, Bryan Kutterman, and that psycho, Raymond Kage." the crowd gave a mixed reaction to this, giving their reaction to the stars that were mentioned. "I'll start with Raymond Kage, seeing as how I mentioned him last." the crowd stayed silent, obviously wanting to hear what Pohatu had to say about the brawler who had hurt Xunkai, and almost taken Steve Twist's Gaia Championship.

"Kage, your a nut case, through and through. I asked you to calm down when your first came to the BTWF, and you tried beating the living snot out of me for it. That limo that you thought was mine? No chance." the crowd murmured, remembering that event. "Kage, when I came back, I was hoping you had gotten better. I heard about your shots with Steve Twist, and I thought 'wow, he must've gotten better'...only to find out your still just a dumbass brawler." the crowd cheered a bit at this, obviously agreeing with what the former cruiserweight had said. "Complain about whatever you want or pump as much iron as you want. You won't get ANYWHERE in this wrestling federaton until you learn how to wrestle, and not just act like some muscle headed idiot!" the crowd cheered their approval again, but only slightly. Pohatu licked his lips, deciding to let the crowd cheer themselves out. He went over to one side of the ring, leaning against the ropes, leaning his neck this way and that as the crowd continued. Finally the crowd eased to silence, the former owner of the GWF getting up off the ropes now because of it. He glanced around then brought the microphone back up to his lips. "Next man to be brought up by me...Bryan Kutterman." the crowd booed at this, showing their obvious dislike to this man, who had beaten on their favorite wrestlers, Rocky, on more then one occasion with that bat of his. "Kutterman, I apologized to you, and look what you did. You spat in my face!" Pohatu punched the air as he said this, almost as if to emphasize it. "I apologized for the times I tried screwing you over, and you said that I didn't mean it." the crowd started to boo gently at this, showing that they obviously had the same dislike for Kutterman that Pohatu did at the moment. "So, you know what Kutterman? Screw you! I tried being nice, but you just won't here it. At Madness, I'll make sure to rip you a new hole to breath out of!" Pohatu went over to one side of the ring and rose his arm up into the air after saying this, the crowd giving him a cheer to show they liked what they were hearing.

Hartman: Wow, Pohatu is really showing his dislike to those heels...

Headhunter: He knows he can't beat them, so he's trying to act all tough.

Pohatu nodded, slowly calming down as he took his place back at the center of the ring. "Now, to talk to one of the people whom I have no conflict with...or at least thought I had no conflict with." the crowd murmured a bit, wondering who this could possibly be. "Victor Bidwell. He said that he doesn't care that I'm in this double chance event, that he would do anything he could to make sure that he gets to have that lovely gold around his waist. Victor, I'm sorry to say this, but I can't allow you to win." the crowd murmured, some of them agreeing with the former feather weight, others saying he was wrong. "Victor, go through as extensive training as you want, but it won't matter when it comes time for Madness. I must win that match. If not win, at least eliminate most of the people. Victor, I won't give you the same treatment I plan on giving Kage and Kutterman. You...I will give a honorable battle." the crowd cheered slightly at this, making it obvious they understood that Pohatu was taking a direct pot shot at Victor's theme song. "Now...to talk about one of the former Disciples of Syria, Icy Ali." the crowd was laughing at the disrepect given torwards the name of the Disciples of Synn, but then they began booing as they relised that it was Icy Ali who was about to be talked about. "Icy, you gave a pretty good fight last Madness." the crowd stayed silent at this, obviously shocked at what Pohatu had just said. "I guess all that time you spent with Omega Prison wasn't wasted, huh?" the crowd was murmuring by now, obviously thinking that Pohatu was going to be going heel with how nicely he was speaking of Icy Ali. "I'm hoping you give me that good of a fight this upcoming Madness. Otherwise, your butt will get kicked worse then before!" the crowd gave a mixed reaction of laughter and cheering, agreeing with what the former cruiserweight had just said.

"Now, before I get around to talking about Apolo, there's something I need to ask my old friend, The Heat." with this, Touche by Godsmack, the infamous flames lighting up along the aisle. Heat emerged at the top of the ramp a few seconds later, a small grin on his face, his trade mark sunglasses covering his eyes. He jogged down the ramp and climbed up onto the apron, but just enough so that he could roll in underneath the bottom rope. He ran right past Pohatu, jumping up onto the middle turnbuckle at one of the oppisite corners, raising his right arm up. Some of the crowd was cheering for him, seeing as how he was going to face Rocky for conterdership for the Gaia Championship, but everybody else was silent. Heat laughed a bit then hopped down, going over to one side of the ring, he motioned for another microphone, getting the microphone a few seconds later. Heat nodded his thanks then walked to the center of the ring, exchanging a handshake with Pohatu. "So, you called me out, amigo, what is it you want?" the Latino said, grinning a bit more. "Well, I was one of the main reasons that The Heat Foundation lasted for so long back at GWF so..." Pohatu trailed off, Heat raising a brow as he waited for Pohatu to continue. "Well, how 'bout I join you and Apolo to make The Outcasts even stronger?" Pohatu said, sticking out his hand right after saying it. "Essae, friends are always allowed, especially you." Heat said, taking Pohatu's hand and shaking it, nodding a bit. The two men exchanged a hug, Pohatu pulling back a few seconds later with the microphone raised to his lips.

"Apolo! You may not like me, but if either of us plan on going to Eternity, we're going to have to team up and wipe out the rest of the competition." with that said, Heat and Pohatu tossed their microphones back to the ringside technicians, No Leaf Clover by Metallica ripping across the PA system. The two men hopped over the top rope, missing the apron so that they landed in a crouching position, side by side, outside the ring. Heat grinned over at Pohatu, who playfully shoved him then went running up the ramp, the Latino chasing after him a few seconds later.

*The screen of the BarTron flashes from the usual BTWF logo to a black screen, then to a white screen, blinding all who see it. The screen then slowly fades in to a real scene, being that of the outside on a sunny morning. The scene is a sight to see, having a church in the backround. The camera then focuses on the doors of the church, showing Big Daddy, wearing none other than his sliver rimmed sunglasses and a White Montreal Canadiens Jersey. His pants are black jeans that fit well on him, but it is unsure if he wears a belt or not, seeing how the jersey goes over his waist. Big Daddy then looks at the camera and tells it to come forward, as if he had something to say.*

Bonjour mes amie. Welcome to all from Montreal, hence the jersey and hence the structure that stands behind me. It's a real shame that the hockey season ended so prematurely. I mean, what's going to take second place in the ratings now? Football?

*A small smirk is seen on Big Daddy after he says this comment. He then looks back at the camera and talks again.*

But there seems to be an even more important matter at hand, that matter is of course, Eternity. A time at when the BTWF will be celebrating possibly the biggest time of its existance, let alone of all time. It will all come to place on September 28th, 2004, and it will all be headlined by me. Of course, when I am headlining the main event, there is of course, another wrestler that has to claim to be the next big thing. This time however, that man is called upon to be Steve Twist. He claims to me and to all that he is the chosen one, the next BTWF Heavyweight Champion, the next Saviour. Twist, all you have done is come out here and claimed in pure English that you are nothing more than the next Nay-Sayer.

Many people have followed your path well and all of them are remembered for one thing, failing. Hell's Guardian, Maxwell Conners, The Tiger, Darson Grays, Shady K, Riona Langly, all of them have claimed at one time or another to be the next BTWF Heavyweight Champion. Unfortunatley for them, they, much like you Twist, they were all Nay-Sayers. None of them, however, claimed to me that they would be the next big thing, it was all heard loud and clear by the diehard fans. They knew they were Nay-Sayers, they all knew they would fail, they would all knew that the glass ceiling was meant to hold them all back. But why has Twist claimed himself to be a Nay-Sayer? That is beyond me, but maybe he found the light.

*Big Daddy then turns his head and looks over his shoulder, noticing the church that is behind him. He then looks back after looking at the church.*

This building here? The Notre Dame Basilica. One of the finest places to be when visiting the city of Montreal, whether you are a christian or not. It seems that one Steve Twist is of a religious status, claiming to be higher than all of us, claiming to be the next saviou.....I'm sorry, the next Nay-Sayer. He wants to be all high and mighty, claiming he did it all and was held back. He doesn't realize that he held himself back. While Twist was going on about the new epidemic and being the newest force of nature, he was holding himself back, believing that he had to wait for his time to be right. He now claims this to be his time to shine, the time to be the Nay-Sayer that finally pulls through, to do what no man has yet to do in the BTWF, dethrone the king. I am not a man who just claims to be king right off the get go, but rather a man that earned it. I am the final step of Evolution and no one is to step past that. It is quite true that there is always a step behind every part of Evolution, but that's where you stand. You're line in the sand is seen for all to look at, right beind mine, just like everyone else here. The glass ceiling? Yet another thing many people claim to break. The rungs on the ladder? Everyone is always a step lower that I am, whether fighting their way up earning a shot to be on Madness to challenging for the greatest prize in the game. The ladder has me standing at the top, with you Twist coming up after me. Just like all the others, you will be knocked down, knocking down everyone in the way, making myself ruling over all the useless peons that wish to be the best.

So what else is needed for me to say? Of course, there is one thing. Everyone claims you to be the saviour, finding the light and being the one man who can take Big Daddy down. The thing is, the battle you have to do was never earned, never accepted by the people, never accepted by the most important person in this problem, ME! So as for you being the Phoenix, you will never be able to rise from the ashes. You will be extinguished from the minds of the people here in the BTWF as a Heavyweight Contender. The match will be no where near legendary, it will be a joke, for you at least, as you will see nothing more than a legend stand above you and stomp all over you test of time

And let me tell you one thing, that's just your problem.....Daddy-O!!!

*With this Big Daddy leaves from the sight of the camera and the screen does nothing more than turn itself to.....

.....Pitch Black*

The audience murmurs among themselves as nothing is happening. No matches. No interviews. No promos. Until the speakers blared with Step Up. The crowd cheered into a riot as they know who was comeing out. The watched in anticipation at the top of the ramp for Seraph to come out. But he didn't come from the back, he came down the rows of the arena. Seraph gave high-fives as he descended towards the ring. When he reached the barricade he just took a step onto it and jumped to the apron. A flip over the ropes and he looked over the crowd at the middle of the ring. He went to the side and got a mic from the ring attendants.

"And how's the great people of Barton doing tonight?!" A wave of cheer spread across the arena. "I'll take that as a 'pretty damn good'. And I'm feeling pretty damn good myself. And I'll keep feeling damn good because I am a Tag Team Champion."

Cheers rose up once again on Seraph's feat. "So far that one night, the night of Ragnarok, has been the hardest night I fought for. With good reason aswell. Jack Frost as one mammoth of a freak. And I've fought The Demon, twice, so I should know about fighting the big and brainless. Jack is strong. I went through two Frozen Winters in one night. But that wasn't Ragnarok. That wasn't when he lost his belt. That's before all that, when Irvine and I weren't champions. Funny how one week can change all that around."

"But, let's not forget about Twilight Tokyo Rose. She was a challenge. Never has she given me a break, and even pulling off my own finisher on me! Even though all that got turned against as I gave her the Lights Out. The battle went on, and in the end she put up a good fight. There should be more people like that with good sportsmanship."

"The work didn't stop that night, oh no no no. Irvine and I had to defend against the new underdog faction, The Chaos team of Nightmare. You have to look out for the underdogs, or you'll just crumble like the previous champions. Now, they were good, but not better than Seraph and Irvine 'The Grand' Kanyon!" Another wave of cheers rose up.

"We have captured the titles, we defended the titles, and we're going to keep the titles. We will not go away easily, and will never give up. Any challengers will just got knocked down, and given the one...two...three. We are here to stay. Irvine 'The Grand' Kanyon and Seraph are going to take the tag titles..." He drops the mic down, smileing to the anticipateing crowd.
to a HIGHER LEVEL!"

Step Up blared through the speakers again as Seraph rose up the corner, tossing down the mic to the outside. He pats the belt around his waist before climbing down and giving high-fives to the crowd as he heads to the back. But he stops short at the top, slowly turning around. He flung open his coat to fully show his gold and the wing-sparklers erupt. As the sparklers sputter out, Seraph exits to the back.

The crowd’s silence is broken suddenly by the Faint booming over the P.A system. The crowd erupts into boos. Smoke begins to fog up at the top of the ramp. Suddenly a little shadow appears behind it. It gets bigger and bigger until Demon appears at the front of the smoke. The crowd boos louder. Demon walks to the ring ignoring them. Demon uses the steps and climbs the stairs. Demon then steps through the ropes. Demon yells at Victor Cross for a mic. Victor hands it over quickly and hops out of the ring.

“So all you Barton folk are going to see the match of a lifetime. Yeah that’s right, you will see the pathetic TT going up against me, the great Demon. This match is six months in the making so finally I am given the big match, the cage. This could be the match that will end the rivalry or it could be the match where it gets a little more interesting. So at Eternity you will see me and the Tiger going one on one in one of the most brutal matches you will ever see.”

Headhunter: It does look like it will be pretty brutal eh? And like he said it is six months in the making!
Vic: Yeah these guys hate each other. I tell you Blade wouldn’t want these two in the ring together again, because there would be no match at Eternity!
Headhunter: Yeah, TT would end up in hospital again.
Vic: …

“You have seen our hatred for each other grow and at Eternity it will all be let go. Every bit of hatred, every bit of pain….It will all be let out! TT and I are going to get it all we’ve got and for once I am not sure who will win. But TT I won’t be helped out of the arena. Win or Lose I will leave walking by myself. Oh and you won’t have to worry about Wing being at ringside. I have asked him to stay away this time. I don’t want you to have any excuses if I win, which I probably will.”

Headhunter: Yeah, true he probably will win!
Vic: That is yet to be seen…
Headhunter: Why do you always doubt the Demon?
Vic: I dunno, he doesn’t always do what he says he will…
Headhunter: …whatever…

“So TT will you be ready for Eternity? Either way win or lose, you will feel pain like you have never felt before, you will want the match to stop. TT I am going to do everything within my power to hurt you, end you whatever. By the time our match inside the Steel Cage at Eternity is finished my mark will be left on you. You will never forget the pain you suffered at my hands after Eternity. Hell, I’m sure you will give me pain as well. But it will be you who gets the worst of it. I am going to make sure this match goes down in the history books as the Most Brutal Match in history. Blood will be shed, tears wept, maybe even bones broken. This will be a match for the ages, the match to end all rivalries, the match that many will remember. It will also be the match that will make people sick. They will have visions of your blood being spilt, your head ricocheting off the cage walls. People will remember it in one way or the other.”

Headhunter: I agree this match is going to go down brutally…
Vic: Of course it is! I mean it’s a cage match, but then you throw Demon into it, well it’s going to be one brutal match…
Headhunter: But I wish Demon would be more self-confident! Why is he not sure!?
Vic: Because he knows what TT is capable of! He knows that this match isn’t going to be a walk in the park. I think it’s a nice change to see the not so arrogant version of The Demon!
Headhunter: I don’t…

“So TT I’m sure this doesn’t need to be asked of you but please, bring your best! I am going to prove I am better than you, to all these people!”

The crowd boos Demon.

“So TT, bring your damn best…I doubt even that will be enough!”

Headhunter: There’s my Demon!

Faint by Linkin Park hits and Demon walks back up the ramp accompanied by the crowds constant booing. Demon gets to the top of the ramp when Smoke fogs up, blocking him from view, leaving a shadow in his place. It gets smaller and smaller until it cannot be seen. The smoke disappears and nothing can be seen. The camera pans in a 360-degree motion showing the still booing crowd. It gets back to the entrance and the image fades…2…black…