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Road to Wrestlebowl; Pt 1
Topic Started: Apr 5 2012, 12:27 PM (329 Views)
ShaunSindelman
The White Shadow
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[Fade up on the historic Cedar Rapids Ice Arena, a steel metallic pyramid reversed into the sky. Lines of construct beams cross head upwards to the edge as far down below, the great blue glass doors are open and lines of people are moving inside. The sky fades white clouds from the horizon at a frenetic pace. Cirrus streams of air sail past the camera, as sunset rises in accelerated fashion. The voice of Jack Sharp booms along his narrative;

Jack: Welcome everyong to the biggest preshow to the main show, this is the




ROAD TO WRESTLEBOWL




[Fade inside as the cavernous Ice Arena rings hollow. The black bleachers are filled with thousands of people as giant 360 monitors hang from the ceiling. Fireworks shoot up from the 23 by 23 blue wrestling ring. The metal arch over the curtained area rains down fire as the fans' volume grows louder. Fade to the front of the Shootfire Pro Wrestling desk, where Jack Sharp, Sean O'Brady and Jim Monroe are standing.]

Jack: Welcome everyone, To Cedar Rapids Iowa, this is The Road to Wrestlebowl! Hi once again my name is Jack Sharp, along with Sean O'Brady welcome back sir and Jumpin Jim Monroe.

Sean: Glad to be back looking forward to an awesome night of pro wrestling action.

Jim: I don't know about jumping, I wouldn't jump off a burning building. But the roof is on fire here in The Ice Arena! Yeah Cheap Pop Yeah Woo!

[Jim goes and high fives with people as Sean raises the block SPW mic.]

Sean: Jack two MAT finals matches, one which with we're about to proceed right now; a Captain's Match, and two Survivor tags. I can't believe the kind of fighting we're going to have out there tonight, for a theme it's going to be a war out there.

Jack: The Superstars of SPW ready to win as much ground as they can going into Wrestlebowl. The entire psychological advantage hanging on the line here live tonight. Let's go up to the ring with the start of tonight's festivities.



mat semi finals
SHADOE RAGE vs CHRIS KING



Jack: Shadoe Rage in the ring and Chris King starting off, going right up, lock up to bundle Rage back into the ropes. Referee inside and pushing King back, Shadow for the thumb to the eye!

Sean: Blocked! Caught and hiptoss by King!

Jack: Chris with the headlock, Shadoe arm inside, pushing up to bridge up out with a top wristlock and turn it over into a hammerlock from behind. Standing chicken wing and no King with the inside drop toe Hold sending the man down, swim over side chinlock -Rage rolling in and up reverse waistlock pulling up King Chris forward dive rolling Cradle!!



1!!!!!!!!!!!


2!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Sean: Kickout! Rage up King meets him with the headlock takeover! Rage with the headscissors! Both rolling up Rage clotheslines out the back of his leg! Lateral Press!


1!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jack: King kicks out Shadoe punches his head!


[HEEL POP]


Jim: Love already! Shadoe Rage laughing, Black Jesus telling off the crowd. Up he goes and a jumping STOMP to the forehead!

Sean: Well they don't like that.

Jim: They ain't gonna like this neither! BOOM! LEGDROP!

Jack: Shadoe Rage pulling up the head and a series of fists to the skull, King covering up and pulls away.

Sean: But the damage has been done Rage up KICK to the ribs!! That was just mean.

[Shadoe talks shit at Chris King and Will Roberts. Roberts opens his arms as the fans cheer at ringside, talking Rage to come out and face him. Shadoe wipes sweat and flings it at Will. He turns around and Chris grabs him, and tosses him overhead with a monster exploder!!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: CHRIS KING IS UP! Shadoe too! KING RUNS HIM OVER WITH A CLOTHESLINE!


Sean: Rage what the hell! To his feet and KING WITH ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE!!


Jim: Shadoe to the ropes! King can't


Jack: CHRIS KING WITH A RUNNING FOREARM SHOT RAGE OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!!!!!



[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Shadoe Rage getting up CHRIS KING PLANCHA RIGHT OVER THE TOP!!!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: King outside! And the fans are cheering to fever pitch here in the Cedar Rapids Ice Arena! Chris King with Shadoe Rage and Introduces his head into the steel!

Jim: SPW Superstars are tired of fighting the Queen's Army and Chris King fights for everyone in the back.

Sean: King yelling at the fans, Shadoe chops him in the gut!


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: KING CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE SIDE!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: RAGE in the front row! And King stepping over the side! Shadoe trying to get up as fans move out of the way!

Jack: King for the head SHADOE WITH A CHAIR IN HIS RIBS!!



[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: KING in a bad way! Rage with the hair and hauls off fist to the head!

Jack: King struck sideways! Blood from his lip!

Jim: Rage hauling back- KING kicks his abs!


[POP!]


Jack: Chris King battling back! Knocking Shadoe across the floor! A right! And a Left! And a huge -- wait


[The King of Extreme picks up a chair, folds it shut, and he SMASHES IT on Shadoe's head!]



*CCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSH!!!!!***



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




Jack: CHRIS KING JUST KNOCKED OUT SHADOE RAGE!! AND HE WILL GO ON TO WIN THE MAT-




[The Lights Go Off]




# DOOOOOM #




[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




Sean: DEATHKNELL!!



[The lights come up as Chris King is hanging in the air, kicking his legs! Deathknell has him three feet off the ground, crushing his neck with both hands! The ferocious beast is yelling as Shadoe crawls away. Will Roberts comes running up the aisle, leaping over the side as he runs past the fans. He picks up a steel chair and coming around from behind, smacks the chair as hard as he can into the back of the beast!]




***THWWWAAACK!!!!***



Sean: NO EFFECT!! WILL ROBERTS-



[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: DIRT DOG!! CRASHED INTO ROBERTS AND ATTACKING THE MANAGER!!!!


Jim: ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!!!



[Deathknell squeezes the life out of King who has turned dark red, to almost purple. Shadoe Rage gets up, yelling as the bell rings over and over again in the background-




"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!"



Jack: FROSTBITE!! OUT HERE WITH A BAT!! DEATHKNELL DROPPING KING!!!


Sean: Shadoe Rage through the crowd as Frostbite chases him away! Dirt Dog running away! Deathknell staring down Frostbite... the Cold Hearted Bastard staring him down with a defiant eye. He knows there's going to be blood.

Jim: Probably his!

Jack: Deathknell looking down at King, and now walking away. What sort of damage has he done.

Sean: Let's hope for the best. Chris King obviously, the winner. He will advance to the finals.

Jim: Not in this kind of condition he won't. Shadoe Rage the ultimate genius... even if King wins the man can't make it to Wrestlebowl so who advances? Shadoe Rage.

Jack: Absolutely, but let's hope King is fine and the doctors will clear him. Ladies and Gentlemen, we will update you on his situation, Frostbite surrounded by the fans as the paramedics come in, already one match in and travesty has taken place. Let's leave ringside as


Vik: What's up Shitheads?


Jim: Hooray it's Vik Avatar!

Vik: Hooray it's me. Move over.

Jack: Great. Vik Avatar, the spiritual leader of The Vicious Circle, Vile Vince Viper's stooges,

Vik: It is not my fault that Vile Vince Viper is the God of SPW. That- unlike the proof of a REAL God, is unmistakeable. But he's an old testament god. A fire and brimstone god man, and YOU don't wanna mess with him. So yes, am I the manager? Am I the manager of God? I guess why you could say so, yes. And when the final rapture comes, when Vile Vince Viper sees fit to end his creation once and for all... this guy will be protected. You'd do good to sign up now.

Jack: I'd rather die a non believer, thanks.

Jim: What do you dudes have planned for tonight?

Vik: An exercise in judgement. Vile Vince Viper takes on Johnny Pain, Team EGO, and Keisha Love. Oh sure there are other people on his team. But VVV, he is omnipresent. The wheat will fall apart from the chaff. And then tonight, the final funeral of Eddie Christian once and for all. He was a great soldier, but he fought for all the wrong reasons and now his career his dead and buried. Eddie, we won't miss you, but enjoy the afterlife of purgatory in a limbo of a self-made hell. You deserve nothing better, you son of a bitch.

Sean: Thanks Vik.

Vik: Amen brothas, amen...

[Vik stands up, taking off his headset, and drops it to the table before stepping away. The rest of the announcers look glad to see him go...]

Jack: What an asshole.

Sean: Up next we head to the ring as the team captains, of the Ascension vs Conquest era, well that match begins now.

Jim: And we're being told after the fracas, all members of Team Ascension and Conquest are now banned from ringside.



spw captains' match
JEAN PIERRE CELINE vs "SHOWTIME MARK HALEY



[Jean Pierre Celine stands in the ring facing off against "Showtime" Mark Haley. The fans are cheering as Haley points to them, Celine raising an arm without taking eyes off his rival opponent.]


*DING DING DING!*


Sean: Collar and elbow lockup! Both men battling back, jockeying for position! KICK from JPC, Celine with a forearm shot takes the Captain in, back to the ropes. Irish whip from Celine who sends Haley running across the ring and sails to the mat.

Jack: Haley off the side, jumps Celine- to the ropes and Jean Pierre with a flying HEADSCISSORS to start things up early in this match!


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: Well Haley didn't like that! Up and JPC meets him with the flying Forearm!

Sean: Kick into the stomach and smash the forearm up against the buckles! Jean Pierre Celine reaching back- and THE SLICENING!!



***SSSMMMAAACK!!!***



Sean: Haley yelled! Jean Pierre throws a fist!

Jim: Blocked!

Jack: HALEY with a headbutt that rocked them both!

Sean: Mark with the arm and Hiptoss to send Celine over the top no JPC on the apron! He holds on!!

[Celine stands and grabs the head to smash it across the turnbuckle pad! Haley is reeling as JPC climbs to the very top buckle, and as Mark turns around Jean Pierre swings his left arm and dives off the top- only to be caught by Haley and smashed to the mat with a flying Perfect Shot!]


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: JEAN PIERRE CELINE HIT THE MAT AND FLIES UP!!! ROLLING OVER OFF THE SIDE!!



[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: "SHOWTIME" MARK HALEY INNOVATING AN EXCELLENT MOVE!


[Jean Pierre hangs onto the apron cover, trying to hold his balance as Mark comes running and slides through the ropes to kick both feet into Celine!! Jean Pierre goes stumbling backwards to hit the floor, and that allows Mark the time to climb the buckles himself! The crowd stands up in the Cedar Rapids Ice Arena, and Mark Haley prepares as JPC scrambles up and dives into the ring!]


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: THEY WANTED TO SEE HALEY DIVE!


Sean: MARK WITH THE FLYING SWANTON INTO THE BACK OF JPC ANYWAYS!!!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: SQUASHED HIM LIKE A BUG! JPC CAN'T BREATHE!!


[Celine grips his sides as Mark Haley rolls up, arms outspread for the capacity crowd! He yells and spins around as the audience gives an ovation! Celine crawls up, and Haley rushes over to lock the arms, taking the man up into the air and swinging him around to spike him right down on his forehead! The fans pop as Haley locks the legs to make the cover!]




1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



3-NOOOO!!!!!!!!!



Jack: CELINE KICKS OUT!?!


Sean: Thought he had him!

Jim: Nothing doing as the Frenchman refusing surrender! Not since 1565!

Jack: Celine to his feet and HALEY with the side headlock takeover! Jean Pierre rolling up Mark with a series of wicked forearms to the face! Beating the man back all the way into the corner and has the arm! Cross corner WHIP no CELINE slung around to reverse it! Mark sent hard back into the corner here comes JPC!!


Sean: FLYING LEFT ARM LARIAT



****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!****


Jim: HALEY KICKED HIM IN THE FACE!!


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: CELINE on his ass and Haley for the head, whips him up in the snap suplex no CELINE sprawls to hang on! Fighting on instinct! Haley with the snap suplex try and Celine with a leg inside, Celine with an inside kneelift! Spinning them around now it's Celine's turn to go for the suplex!

Sean: Haley blocking it! And Jean Pierre with the jump instead irish whip sending Mark Haley across the ring!!

Jim: Haley off the side Celine to the mat!?


Jack: LEAPING MONKEYFLIP INTO HALEY SENDING THE MAN FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



***SSPLLLAAAAAAAAT!!!!*****



Sean: OH! Did you HEAR that?

Jim: That hurt ME to watch!

Jack: Mark Haley on the ground as Jean Pierre Celine slingshots over the side! SAILING DOWN GHETTO STOMP INTO MARK HALEY!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Sean: Innovative as always! Jean Pierre Celine peeling up Mark Haley and smashing his face off the ringside apron! Man if this match is any indication of what's to come at Wrestlebowl we are in for a treat!

[Celine tosses Mark inside and muttering in Francaise, goes around to scale the buckles from the outside to the top. The fans all cheer as JPC makes it to the heights, Mark Haley a mass of body on the mat below. Celine makes a slashing sign and dives straight off the top, to land a diving Headbutt right into Haley's skull!]



[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: AND THAT COULD BE IT!!


Jim: YAH BUT CELINE HURT HIMSELF!!


Sean: CELINE IN A DAZE! PULLING OVER MAKES THE COVER! HOOKS THE LEG!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














3-NO! HALEY KICKED OUT!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Damn! Celine now up and demanding for the Zoot Alor Driver!

Sean: And the fans want to see this! If he hits this the team captain of Ascension will win the fight!

Jim: Haley to his feet, climbing up and here comes Celine SICK KICK TO THE FACE!!



***CRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!***


Sean: Haley spun around, hits the ropes and Celine for the pickup for the Driver no HALEY slipped off his back!


Jim: MARK HALEY WITH THE HEAD AND SPIRAL CUTTER INTO THE MAT!!!!



[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: CELINE IS OUT!!!


Sean: WHERE DID HE PULL THAT!?


Jim: COVER!!!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















3- CELINE'S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES!!


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Haley can't believe it! Hauling Celine up again, and fist! Fist! Punches to the head! Connecting as he slams shot after shot into Celine in the ropes!!

Sean: Has the arm and irish whip to send the man across! Celine off the side here comes Haley swinging clothesline!!

Jim: CELINE catches the arm and swings around to lock the left! CRUCIFIX TAKEOVER ON HALEY!!


[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jack: HE GOT HIM!!!



*DINGDINGDINGDINGDING*



[Celine rolls up holding his head as Haley lurches over, infuriated! The fans are cheering as Jean Pierre Celine gets to his feet, his erstwhile opponent rising to meet him. Mark Haley is in obvious pain, but clearly adamant that Celine will not get to throw it in his face. Celine stares back through Haley, as Mark tells him he will never get the satisfaction twice.]

Jack: We are right back where we started though both competitors pained and hurting, what a match! The Referee lifting Celine's hand in victory but Haley is not backing down! Mark promising he can beat Jean Pierre at Wrestlebowl!



[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jim: Well now let's go back to the backstage area and see how two teams perhaps are taking the news. Celine outlasting Haley, will this set the tone for Wrestlebowl?

[[Backstage, everyone’s favorite Ascension road agent that is still registered as sex offender in the great state of Iowa – cheap POP - Frank Wilkes, searches through the busy hallways in the fool errand that is rounding up some mourners for the Eddie Christian Funeral later in the show. It isn’t easy. Wilkes hugs the wall to avoid running into Janet Washington, he’s gotten into trouble in the past.]

Frank Wilkes <ducking under a ladder being carried by the AntiGod>: ...So can we count on you?

Owen Wilson: For Eddie? <nod> I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Frank Wilkes: ...Actually I was talking to Colt.

[Looking rather dejected, Wilson turns back to his fugu eating contest with “Asshole” Andy Simmons. Standing over the two, Colt Montana silently judges... then does a double take when he sees Frank Wilkes watching him.]

Frank Wilkes <looking down at notepad>: Colt, can I mark you down as attending Eddie’s funeral.

Colt Montana <wide eyed>: Me no dead!

“Frank!”

[Leaving Colt to contemplate how he manages to constantly keep the company of God without being a ghost, The Reformed Sports Entertainer turns to meet a familiar voice. Fresh off his stirring win, Ascension’s one armed captain pushes his way past confrontational Conquest stars to greet his friend...]

Jean Pierre Celine: ‘ey Buddy! You’ll never guess what I found ‘iding in ze girl’s dressing room. Better not let Serena see ‘im, or you could be on a fast track to a pink slip...

[Wilkes confusion soon gives way to terror, as Celine holds up his prize.]

Puppet Tommy Danger <the string on his back catching on a water cooler>: OUCH! MY BALLS! WATCH THE GOODS! DAAAAAAAAAMN WOMAN, YOU GOTTA BUY ME DINNER FIRST!

[Haunted by the malicious puppet, Frank Wilkes does what any of us would do in this situation, running away screaming in horror...

...right into Jim Burns!

...A Dixie cup, no doubt full of whisky, crushes against his breast, contents spilling onto Burns cheap suit. Wilkes looks shocked. RSE starts to wipe off the alcohol with his sleeve, but before he can apologize, Michael Kane headbutts Wilkes to the floor before mounting him, locking his arm in a keylock.]

Frank Wilkes <blood streaming out of his clearly broken nose>: ...sorry I didn’t...

[While Burns wipes himself off, Kane continues to kick the shit out of everyone’s favorite Ascension player. He is. Grimacing, Jean Pierre Celine tosses Puppet Tommy Danger onto the Fugu eating table before stomping down to the altercation.]

Jean Pierre Celine: Now ‘ang on just one minute, no one <pointing down at Frank> treats ‘im like zat but ME.

Jim Burns: Yeah? That so?

[JPC nods angrily.]

JB: Or you'll do what? Surrender all over me?

[He steps closer to Celine, backing him up against a wall.]

JB: Roll over and piss yourself in fear? Isn't that what you Frenchies are known for? Seems I remember fightin' your dad once a long time ago... he surrendered too, when I splintered his leg in five places. I even saved a piece as a memento... care to see it sometime?

Jean Pierre Celine <eyes narrow>: Zere’s zat famous Burns wit. Now zat you’re all broken down, and can’t move to save your life, it’s nice zey keep you around as a mouthpiece. ...Zose zat can’t, talk.

JB: The only one I hear talking right now is you, so what are you tryin' to say? Tell you what, when my boy gets done with your puppydog there, maybe you'd like to see what he can... you wanna lose your other arm? Keep talking, frog.

Jean Pierre Celine <turning hateful gaze from Burns to Kane>: As fun as zis is, I ‘ave a little proposition for you... I want Kane ‘ere on Team Ascension.

[Burns lifts an eyebrow. ]

Jim Burns: ...why would you want that?

Jean Pierre Celine: With risk comes reward. Now everyone and zeir mothers know zat you’re in Viper’s back pocket, destroying Ascension from within. With you on Team Ascension, you could sabotage us from ze start; we could be rubbed out before ze match even begins. Vile would enjoy zat. ...But like I said, I’m a betting man. It’s a long shot, but I want ze best team in WrestleBowl ‘istory, and zat means ‘aving Michael Kane. I’m willing to gamble zat even zough you’re interested in furthering Vile’s agenda, Michael’s career comes first. Zat’s what I’m offering you. A spot on a team zat IS going to win! Your best step towards ze WrestleBowl battle royal... I ‘ave no doubt zat Michael Kane could easily become the WrestleBowl champion... all ‘e ‘as to do is put ‘is OWN interests first, and win OUR match. Can Michael ‘andle zat, Burns?

JB: Hmmm....

[Burns chews over this silently. As much as he hates to admit it, the Frenchman has a good point. Vile's done him a solid by getting them into SPW, but hell, Vile stabbed him in the back over in Japan a couple of decades ago.

Literally.

Afterall, it's just business, right?]

JB: ... y'know Frenchie, that might be the smartest thing I've heard from you yet.

[JPC nods eagerly. Burns continues to hem and haw, before finally...]

JB: Ah, hell with it. I can't think of a damn reason you're wrong.

Jean Pierre Celine <nods>: I’m looking forwards to beating ze shit out of you in ze battle royal, but in ze meantime, since we ‘ave to be partners, would you mind getting ze fuck off my sidekick?

[Jim Burns doesn’t need to look down to know that Kane has spent this whole time standing on Frank Wilkes throat. The former RSO is unconscious. Looking down at his ruined suit, Burns cringes before waving his grandson off. Michael Kane silently stands up and returns to his grandfather's side. As the duo walk away, Burns turns and says, somewhat ominously...]

Jim Burns: Be seeing you around... frog.

[The mass of bodies littering the hallway seem to part like the red sea, fear of Jim Burns’ Monster. Celine bends down to check on his blood covered friend.]

Colt: Danger win!

[The camera flash pans over to the fugu eating competition where “Asshole” Andy Simmons and Owen Wilson can’t help but look disappointed. Having consumed the most of the poisonous blowfish, Puppet Tommy Danger, inanimate object that he is, lies draped across the table. Colt Montana starts to lift PTD’s arm in victory... only to note the lack of a pulse in his little wooden arm.]

Colt: Puppet dead!

[As the last of Eddie Christian’s mourners flock around the Fugu table, the camera pans back to the former Non-Contract Players – just as they’re approached by a new party.]

Vik Avatar: Celine, a word...

Frank Wilkes <coming to>: OUCH! MY BALLS!

Vik Avatar <stepping back>: Oh, sorry.

[Shocked at his voice resembling Puppet Tommy Danger, a disturbed Frank Wilkes starts to crawl away to a corner, attempting to avoid getting stepped on further. JPC starts to follow Wilkes to assist him, but is cut off by the douche.]

Vik Avatar: Excellent effort out there. Now Jean Pierre, we go back some time don’t we? Back in the DK Army, I always considered you a friend...

Jean Pierre Celine <more concerned with Frank>: I ‘ated your guts, Dick.

Vik Avatar <forced laugh>: What a cut up! It’s good to be able to laugh again with you. Now, speaking as a friend, I just thought I’d let you know that I’d heard a few rumblings from <cringe> the heavens. I know you haven’t seen eye to eye with the man upstairs in the past, but if you were ever thinking about returning to the “A” show... your team not doing so good at WrestleBowl would be a great way to mend bridges.

Jean Pierre Celine: ...Go screw yourself, Vik.

Vik Avatar: ...I know English isn’t your first language, but I’m trying to cut you a break here. Sure you beat Mark Haley- but that doesn't mean you won't croak on round two. Now, based on our past, I went to bat for you, and God says that all will be forgiven...

Jean Pierre Celine: Well then won’t Viper be pissed at you, when all five Ascension stars make it out of ze survivor match looking like gold.

Vik Avatar <grabbing JPC by the collar>: Listen you stupid French fuck, this is----------

[As Avatar tries to push Celine back, The One Armed Bastard drives his elbow up into Vik’s shoulder blade, shoving him off.]

Jean Pierre Celine: No YOU listen Vik... I’ve spent my life getting shit on by your miserable boss. At WrestleBowl, ‘e can march out ‘is best and brightest, because payback is going to be a bit-----

[Before Celine can finish his tirade, Sebastian Reich grabs his free arm, choking him from behind. As JPC struggles to free himself, a livid Vik moves in for the kill.]

Vik Avatar: How fucking stupid are you!?

[With a sadistic smile on his lips, Sebastian Reich pulls his choke in tighter. Celine unable to defend himself, Avatar starts to lay in with right after left, pummeling Ascension’s captain. Avatar’s hair flies around wildly with every vicious shot.]

*Whistle*

[Vik stops, turning just in time to eat a steel chair. Reich lets go of Celine, looking to help Avatar out, only to eat a vicious chair shot of his own. The shaky camera finally catches the attacker in full view, just as Damian Payne brings the chair down across Reich’s back.]


#THWACK#


Vik Avatar <searching the crowd for Viper sidekicks>: GET HIM! HEY JACK, HELP US!

Jack East <walking towards the dressing rooms>: Fuck off.

Vik Avatar: God will hear about this!

[Jack East snorts in appreciation at this threat, before walking past Payne. The Vicious Circle start to crawl away from the wild flurry of chairshots, most of Vik’s dialog being inappropriate even for shows without censors. As Avatar and Reich depart into the crowd, Damian Payne drops the chair to the ground, and starts to walk away...]

Jean Pierre Celine <coughing up blood>: ...’ey...

[...Grabbing a water cooler, Celine slowly starts to pull himself up...]

Jean Pierre Celine <wiping the crimson from his lips>: ...Payne...

[Damian Payne starts to slow down his giant stride, and then turns his head slightly to acknowledge the La Hire.]

Jean Pierre Celine: ...I figure any man who gets traded for Colt Montana does something to piss off management...

[Payne just kind of glares at Celine for a moment.]

Damian Payne: I just can't stand to see an unfair fight... So I thought I'd even up the odds a little bit...

Jean Pierre Celine: ...I see you running around with your ICWF friends, Damian. To be ‘onest, ze last zing I saw from ICWF, ‘ad you and Viper burning everything in your paths. You were bastards in arms. ‘ow do you go from joined at ze hip, to afterthought trade just to avoid ‘im? I don’t know ze details, but one thing is clear, you two ‘ave a river of bad blood between you.

Damian Payne: You're absolutely right there, JPC... You might want to track down some old ICWF footage and find the part where myself and a bunch of others reduced Triple V to a battered and bloody mess... Son of a bitch just won't stop fighting though - and to be honest - I kind of respect that about him... But at the same time, it's one of the things that pisses me off about him... And any chance I get to inflict some more punishment is grabbed with both hands...

Jean Pierre Celine <limping up to Payne>: So ‘ere’s what I’m proposing... over on Ascension, you can’t do a ‘ell of a lot about your former comrade, can’t get ‘im back. Maybe zat’s ze whole idea... but for one night, we ‘ave our chance at REVANCHE! One night to show Viper zat ‘is style, ‘is ideas, ‘is show... zey don’t add up! One night to rub ‘is face in all ze pain ‘e’s caused others...

Damian Payne: Are you saying what I think you're saying?

Jean Pierre Celine: ...I’m asking you, Damian. Make sure ‘e gets ‘is just deserts. I want you on Team Ascension...

[La Hire shoots out his one good arm, that gun metal glove pointed out at Payne. Damian looks down at the handshake in question for a moment - tension in the air mounting, before finally accepting it.]

Damian Payne: You want it? You got it! I'm in!

[Payne shakes hands with Celine.]

Jean Pierre Celine <smile>: Zey won’t know what ‘it ‘em.


“OUCH! MY BALLS! WATCH THE GOODS! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN WOMAN, YOU GOTTA BUY ME DINNER FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


[The camera pans away from Celine and Payne, back to the Fugu table where Colt Montana has accidentally pulled PTD’s string.]

Colt Montana <big smile>: Puppet alive!


Everyone: YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Rubbing the blood off his nose, even Frank Wilkes can’t help but smile that PTD isn’t dead. Danger isn’t that bad? Frank has a hard time remembering why he ran from it in terror. Overjoyed, all the boys lift the little doll up on their shoulders, and start to carry him off in celebration. A wrestler coming back from the dead? I figured it would be EC, but this is WAY better! The large group moves down the hall with the foul mouthed toy…]

Puppet Tommy Danger: Who grabbed my ass? Dirty Biaaaaaaaaatches!

Frank Wilkes <nodding in appreciation>: Good for him.


“FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!”


[At the other end of the hallway, Ascension’s General Manager, Serena Black, is less than pleased that the miserable puppet still exists. Wasn’t that Wilkes’ job? White as a ghost, Frank Wilkes starts to run for his life.]





ZURITA & REVALORE vs THE NEW BLACK MASS




Jack: Up next, we have a tag-team match scheduled, a double debut as Zurita and Revalore face the new Black Mass.

Sean: We have heard rumors about this new Black Mass but actually, we have no information just who we are going to see here tonight. Remember that the Black Mass was first created as a group to do AJ Black's bidding back in 2007 with men like Chance Fortuna and Blind Man Abraham. It's last incarnation consisted of little more than Victor Frost's entourage, dedicated to keep the Fusion Title around his waist. So, will this be more European misfits or ...

Voice: Stopp-ah all of this!

[The camera cuts to the entrance where we see a familiar face. Luscious, jet-black hair, perfect, almost olive skin, perfectly made-up features, glittering diamond earrings… she is Allegra Di Baggio. The former Milan fashion model is wearing a black Fendi fur coat that must have cost a small fortune. The coat covers her down to her knees to reveal black silk stockings and black, five inch stiletto heels. She has a mic in hand and a sneer on her face as she walks forward a couple of steps to a mixture of jeers and cat-calls, makes a little turn and struts back again.]

Jack: That's … Allegra Di Baggio! What she is doing here?

Jim: And more importantly, why is she hiding her perfect curves under a fur coat … I want to see those Italian boo-

Sean: Please, get a hold of yourself. It's been well over a year since we last saw Allegra Di Baggio, back when she ran over Jean Pierre Celine with a car.

Jim: I have no recollection of that but a knockout like that can run me over any time.

[Allegra, oblivious to the announcers' banter, puts one hand on her hip and raises the mic to her ruby red lips.]

Allegra: Buonanotte. SPW! Come stai?

[Again, the reaction is mostly jeers from the crowd.]

Allegra: My name-ah is Allegra Di Baggio and you should get-ah up on your feet and clap your hands to recognize that true class and excellence has returned to the pigsty that you call “you-ass-uh“.

[Instead of clapping, the jeers turn into full-fledged boos as the American audience does not enjoy being insulted by a foreigner.]

Allegra: Stronzos!

[More boos.]

Jack: She sure has got a way to win the hearts and minds of the audience.

Jim: I know how she could get back into everybody's favor. Just show us the ta-tas and …

Sean: What is wrong with you?

Jim (dejected): Sorry … Italian women are my achilles heel.

Allegra: It has truly been too long. Tonight-ah, I come to you once again representing the uno true rulers of the pro-wrestling industry-ah. I am talking about the _fantastico_, the _magnifico_, the _incredibile_ BLACK MASS!

[That will get you some serious boos in SPW country.]

Allegra: You see, idiotas, without-ah the Black Mass, without-ah our talent, our influence and our guidance, SPW has become splintered, weak … ripe-ah for the pickings. I see-ah campiones unworthy to even think of holding a title when the Black Mass ruled this very ring there. I see-ah wannabe heroes who never had to confront the real monsters. I see-ah bastardos thinking they know what malefico … what evil is!

[She shakes her head “no”.]

Allegra: All of you … fans, wrestlers, officials … campiones … all of you will have to learn the rules again.

For the international revolution, the global evolution, has returned to SPW!

[Huge round of boos for the obvious. The lights are dimmed and the video wall jumps to life to show the disturbing video of a burning oil field with the flames licking at the sky a hundred feet in the air before spawning roiling, pitch black clouds. ]

Allegra: I give you … “the Oni Prince” Shingen Ushitani … the “Poison Boar” MASAMUNE … (her voice increases in pitch to painful frequencies) BLACK MASS OMEEEEEEGAAAAAA!

Suddenly, Joaquin Phoenix voice screams his famous line from Gladiator across the PA.]


“AM I NOT MERCIFUL?!?!“


[Then, the music kicks in, “Faust“ by Matenrou Opera. As the J-Rock music fills the arena with unfamiliar tunes Allegra Di Baggio makes a Vanna White-esque gesture back to the entrance two Japanese men emerge from the back side-by-side.

Shingen is a Japanese man about thirty years of age. Most striking about him is his shock of bright, red hair. He has the physique of a short distance runner, peak physical condition without a trace of fat.

His in-ring attire consists of a black, spandex biker shorts with a huge, red “Omega“ icon imprinted on the right side. Black wrist bands and black sneakers complete the plain outfit.

Ushitani, “the Oni Prince“, slowly raises his hands and theatrically covers his face with his palms, showing off his black fingernails. Abruptly, he drops the hands and grimaces psychotically into the camera, eyes wide and tongue stuck out Gene Simmons style.

Beside him stands the massive, stocky figure of MASAMUNE, his head covered by a spooky, World War II style gas mask. He is wearing a black, sleeveless vinyl robe and repeatedly slams his fists into his chest.]

Jack: Who are these guys and what the hell is this devil music?

Sean: Looks like the Black Mass has recruited in Japan.

[As the music fades out Allegra, still sneering, stands in front of her new charges.]

Allegra: Eccolo! You will learn their names … you will learn their moves! You will learn to hate them … you will learn to fear them! The Black Mass is back!

And, as far as Zurita and Revalore are concerned … they have-a mah pity. For their debuts, their very careers, are born under the dark-ah shadow that is … us. They may have-a travelled far and wide and looked forward to show off their meagre skills right here in Cedar Rapids, Iowa … and isn't that a sad little thing itself, looking forward to this rotten, little dustbowl …

[This gets the boos going again well and good.]

Allegra: Silencio! SILENCIO!

Zurita and Revalore will just be the first of many victims! Their bodies will be stretched … their bones crushed and their heads caved in!

[She lightly touches Shingen Ushitani's arm.]

Allegra: For a Black Mass always requires … a sacrifice and those two will do as good as … anybody.

Arrividerci cretinos!

[With another flourishing move, Allegra Di Baggio turns her back to the audience and struts towards the ring. “Faust” starts up again and MASAMUNE gives one last roar, muffled by the gas mask, before he follows. Shingen Ushitani remains behind for a moment, staring at the arena with wide eyes.]

Sean: Shingen Ushitani looks awed by the Shootfire Nation.

Jack: What's an “Oni”, anyways … some kind of Toyota?

[Finally, Shingen nods his head once, then sends huge gob of spit hurtling down the ramp and saunters towards the ring as well. A small, thin Japanese man, perhaps twenty years of age and wearing black track suit, runs out of the back, nervously holding a camcorder and starts to film Shingen as he climbs into the ring. Already in the ring, MASAMUNE removes the gas mask to reveal short, black hair and a neatly trimmed beard over young features. ]

Jack: Looks like they brought their own camerman as well.

Jim: So … Black Mass Omega … let's see what they can do.

[The beat of Stylez Major "Neva break Me" begins to pound over the PA system. Out steps the young Italian, "il naturale" Antonio ReValore. The 224 pounder has on a hooded half robe that is white with a blue and green design flowing through it. He begins to slowly head down the aisle way as if he was shadow boxing. The young Italian continues to work his way towards the ring. As he approaches he walks around the outside until he reaches the ring steps and slowly heads up and into the ring as he prepares for his match.]



Emily: AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 426 POUNDS HERE IS JAMES ZURITA AND ANTONIO REVALORE!!


[DING DING DING]



Jack: Masamune in the ring and challenging James Zurita to a test of strength? What a massive specimen indeed is this man monstrosity in Masamune, but ReValore is not taking that challenge lightly-

[MASAMUNE screams in Zurita's face and pushes him down! The fans boo as Zurita slams the fist into the big man's head and Shingen jumps right to blindside James with a kick!]

Jim: All four men brawling!

Jack: Shingen sending Zurita to the ropes! James Zurita off the side sliding under the big man's leg, up and dropkick to the knee!

Sean: ReValore with the irish whip on Masamune no! The big man refuses to budge! Comes out of the corner twisting irish whip to send ReValore running across the ring himself!

[Zurita smashes MASAMUNE with a forearm but the brawler throws him down just as ReValore comes through the air with a spinning wheel kick! MASAMUNE goes a few steps backwards and Antonio and James beat him into the ropes with big punches, and then duck to each grab a leg before tossing the man over their head with some effort! The fans cheer out across Cedar Rapids Iowa!]


{FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: THEY TOSSED MASAMUNE!


***CRRRAAAAAAAACK!!!!***


Jim: SHINGEN WITH A KICK TO BETWEEN THE EYES OF ANTONIO REVALORE!


Sean: Oh whatta shot! Good god man as you say Jack!

Jack: Yes indeed, Zurita with the kick to the stomach and forearm to the face, duck in for the waistlock as the Referee clears the ring!

Jim: Zurita with the Fisherman's Suplex on Shingen! Ref for the count!!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Jack: A kickout at two, and a terse look on the face of Allegra di Baggio. Is that their own camera man really?

Jim: Sonny Oda, camera man international to the stars! What you mock a japanese photographer? Racist!

Jack: I am not racist it's just odd!

Jim: What Japanese can't take video?

Sean: Shingen getting up, here comes Zurita! Arm wrench followed by stepping a leg over the wrenched arm and performing a mule kick with the leg below Ushitani's face!

[The fans cheer as Shingen goes off staggering, and James Zurita rolls his arm before taking The Oni back into his corner and tagging in to Antonio ReValore. Zurita locks the head and goes running up the buckles to kick off and land the Tornado DDT- right as ReValore runs off the ropes to dive and hit a flying Rolling Thunder!! The audience claps as both men rise and work the crowd for cheers!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Allegra slamming the mat apron and yelling, she wants more offense from her team! The Black Mass Omega!


Jim: BLACK MASS IN DA HOHS!


Sean: Yeah yeah yeah, Antonio in and successfully cutting off the ring. Keep that big guy, that Masamune out!

Jack: ReValore with the leg, no caught! ENZUGIRI FROM ANTONIO!!


***CRRRAAACK!***


[FACE POP!]


Sean: ReValore with the snap suplex and depositing Shingen! He now goes right to corner, up the buckles and waiting as Ushitani makes his way to his feet-


Jack: REVALORE OFF THE TOP FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!


Jim: SHINGEN WITH A DROPKICK CONNECTS IN THE AIR!!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Ushitani screaming down! And charging off the ropes! Running back and forth is Shingen "The Oni" Ushitani to pick up speed! That guy is fast!

Sean: ReValore getting up USHITANI WITH THE YAKUZA KICK!!



***CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACK!!!!!***



[MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: I THINK REVALORE IS KNOCKED OUT!! USHITANI FOR THE COVER!



1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Jack: HE PULLED HIS HEAD UP!!


[BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: What in the name of high school football? He had it!

Sean: Yes indeed he did but arrogance showing through! They are Allegra's disciples after all!

Jack: Shingen reaching over- and tags out to the big Masamune!!


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[MASAMUNE looks down and dragging up Antonio by his hair, presses the man easily into the air! He yells in Japanese, walking around the ring with the gorilla press! James Zurita yells from his corner, but MASAMUNE shows off by pressing ReValore and tossing him to the canvas like nothing! The audience boos as MASAMUNE goes to the ropes and pushes them down to yell at the fans!]


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!]


Jim: Well Damn.

Sean: Masamune really putting in the hurt, ReValore needs to tag, getting up and MASAMUNE WITH THE BEAR HUG!!

Jack: Oh! A submission maneuver. I bet bears don't hug like that!

Jim: You do know that bears don't actually hug, right?

Sean: The Ref asking if ReValore wants to give it up, Antonio holding on- and slams the ears of Masamune!!


[MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: OH! The big man staggering back and into the ropes! Antonio limping over, goes for the tag! MASAMUNE HAS HIS LEG!!


Sean: AND TOSSES HIM ACROSS THE RING!!


[FANS POP!!!!!!!!]


Jim: He almost ripped that leg from its socket! Antonio down!!

[ReValore tries to get up as Shingen rushes in and stomps on the man's fingers! MASAMUNE steps to the outside as Shingen bends back the finger joints to add even more pain. The Referee yells as Ushitani begins fish hooking the mouth but somehow ReValore makes it to the ropes!]

Jack: Antonio to the side and Shingen forced to break- backing off what's this? REVALORE TO THE SECOND MOONSAULT BACK! HOOKS THE HEAD AND INVERTED DDT!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: How did he do that? Antonio up, and tag out to James Zurita!!


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: ZURITA IN THE RING FLYING THROUGH THE AIR BULLDOG!!


Sean: Shingen is down! James takes him up, double underhook into the air and Backbreakers him down!!

Jim: Oh! That'll rearrange a Coccyx!

Jack: Ushitani trying to sit up ZURITA OFF THE ROPES HURRICARANA TO THE SEATED OPPONENT?


[FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Zurita takes him over, wrapping a hammerlock and jumps to twist right into a short range lariat!]


Jack: James Zurita overwhelming Shingen Ushitani!

Jim: For now but keep an eye on Allegra!

[di Baggio is none too pleased but staying her ground, steely dark eyes on the match.]

Sean: Zurita sending Shingen into the ropes- backing off and runs up STEP UP ENZUGIRI CONNECTS!!


[POP!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Tossing him down! And James Zurita going to the top rope!!

Sean: MASAMUNE RUNS THE APRON! KNOCKS REVALORE TO THE FLOOR AND HAS THE LEG OF ZURITA! RIPS HIM DOWN TO CROTCH HIM ON THE ROPES!!



[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: OH COME ON REF!


Sean: SHINGEN crawling over! Reaching up makes the tag out to MASAMUNE!!

Jim: I don't know that should have been a disqualification. Man that big dude is fast.

Jack: And Zurita in a bad way- the big man charging across the ring, James to his feet



BLACK MASS EFFECT LARIAT FROM MASAMUNE!!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Sean: Ho Ly Shit.

Jim: Vic Frost's old finisher! This is over.

Jack:


1.....




2.........




3.



[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Emily: AND YOUR WINNERS!! BLACK MASS OMEGA!!!!!!!!!!!


[Allegra Di Baggio and Sonny Oda enter the ring, Allegra pointing at them both and making sure Oda gets their victory celebration! MASAMUNE stands triumphant as Shingen limps in, the fans are booing out across the Ice Arena, but the Black Mass Omega are more than enjoying themselves. The Referee checks on Zurita as ReValore lies on the floor, but inside the ring MASAMUNE hollers out across the sea of cacaphony, the fans not liking this new incarnation either.... And the camera goes back to ringside.]

Jack: Well, I am not surprised I guess that the Black Mass Omega is just as powerful and dominating as the former versions.

Jim: Well, what do you expect? That di Baggio would bring crap to the United States? Racist!

Sean: One for the win column in this debuting tag as they head to the back to celebrate on Saki I'm sure.

Jim: What the hell is Saki?

Jack: Either way, The Black Mass Omega will have a huge presence here in SPW, I can tell it already. Folks, we are into the Road to Wrestlebowl and we want to talk about our big main events. Two, count em two, Survivor style elimination matches to cap off-


[Solemn guitar interrupts over the PA system. The crowd looks around in surprise.]


Jack: What is this?

Jim: How should I know? It isn’t in the production notes. Somebody’s decided to take business into their own hands.

Sean: Just a week until Wrestlebowl, who could this be?


[Johnny Cash’s voice sings from beyond the grave.



# I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember, everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know,
goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt#



[The curtains part and a woman walks out from behind the staging. She is a tall woman. She wears a white wife-beater undershirt and denim cut off shorts. She walks slowly, her face obscured by chin-length dreadlocks. The crowd pops in recognition as she pushes the hair from her face.]



[MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack: GOD GOD MAN! IT’S POET WRIGHT!



Jim: Poet Wright? Where has she been?


# I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here#



[Poet Wright stands on the stage, looking around at the crowd. Her dark black eyes are unreadable. Her face is scrubbed free of the greasepaint she wore before. She doesn’t transport the box of horrors. There is no mask of skin and hair. There is just a woman, nearly naked before the crowd. The hypertrophic scars around her mouth and striping her cheeks and eyes. She looks tired and vulnerable, weary and drawn. She folds her arms across her chest and draws a long, sighing breath.]


# What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt#



[Poet walks down to ringside. The fans extend their hands trying to touch her. She doesn’t shrug them off. She eyes them warily.]


# If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way#



[The fans cheer as Poet stands centre of the ring under the Road to Wrestlebowl sign. She holds her arms out wide, throwing her head back as she draws in a deep breath. A ring attendant brings her a microphone. Poet takes it. She looks down at the microphone as she taps it twice, coaxing a muffled thud from it. She sighs before she lifts it to her lips to speak.]



Poet: Shootfire Nation, everything must come to an end.



[She looks out at the crowd, her chin lifted defiantly. As she raises the microphone over her head and lets it drop from her hand to the mat. She slowly steps out of the ring and makes her way back up the ramp.]


Jack: What was that all about?

Jim: Everything must come to an end? What is she talking about?

Sean: I have absolutely no idea.


# I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember, everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know,
goes away
In the end. #
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