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Sorry I've been kinda AWOL

Sat, 19 May 2012 15:01:00 +0000

Hey guys!  I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I wasn't around for those of you looking for me this week.  I went kinda rogue.  Needed some time away from things for not only book tours but my own sanity.  Been kinda tired lately and I'm not sure why.  I think I'm still kinda worried about my mom after what happened last week.  The doctor agreed with the ER doctors and said she probably just hit her head and was acting that way because she did.  Still kinda creepy to see a parent act exactly the way they did when their heart wasn't working right.

So I took some time for myself in hopes that it would work.  I think It's done some good but it's not the cause of this sleepy feeling.  Tried a nap yesterday and that didn't work either.  Probably just a matter of letting go of things that stress me out which is very hard for me to do.  Those of you that know me, know that I have a desire and drive to fix problems even if they're not my own so letting things be is very hard for me to do.

Anyway, that's why I've been gone.  Expect me to be on more next week.  Brandon goes back to work and I have a few book site things to do.  I wanna get started on working on the title history again.  Next few months I have very little going on as far as book tours and things for the book blog.  I did it that way on purpose so I'd have more time to work here

Deadline!

Sat, 19 May 2012 01:16:18 +0000

Sherman: So um, someone just put me here and told me to talk about some line being dead. I don't know if they're talking about a phone line, but some line... Some line is dead. I kinda feel bad for it, actually.

Hypocrite

Sat, 19 May 2012 00:04:41 +0000

Backstage at the St. Petes Times Forum, Zarathustra is pacing, he's picking lockers, because he is clearly pissed, he's annoyed at something and as he turns to face the camera a smile comes across his face, he punches the nearest locker and the begins speaking.

Zarathustra: "You want to talk about effort Drake Stein? How about you show some against me, because if you want to crush me, you should have taking the initiative and fired guns blazing against me, instead you fell silent and here I am, the now hearing from the man who beat down Mike Sawyer, a man who thought he wanted to wrestle, but was just lazy. So don't confuse one's laziness for a lack of confidence. Because Drake, you are a fucking hypocrite, you are lazy, and this effort you speak of, you just now decided to address me. Because right now you're just a hyped up little shit acting cocky because you beat up a guy who was too fucking lazy and too much of a douche to actually give you a response. I AM NOT MIKE SAWYER! SO DON'T TREAT ME LIKE I'M MIKE SAWYER! Because you can talk about talent and skill both of which I do have, but I can talk with the best of them. and I am laughing to myself how much of a arrogant douchebag you are what with the fake-ass poetry telling me I will be destroyed by you. Did you see my last match? You were there so you must have but it's like you're ignoring that I have beating people already here who have a reputation here, they are known here, and that they have skill and talent but more importantly, they can talk without making themselves look like massive hypocrites most of the time. And you are a hypocrite, so to think that I am that easy, to think that you can just crush me, this isn't my first match my friend and you will be shown what a complete fucking hypocrite you are!"

Zarathustra falls silent, lightly punches a locker and then speaks

Zarathustra: "Oh and as for your little dilemma with the Hot Pocket, put the thing in the oven, it'll take longer but it won't suck as bad if you take the time to watch it so the place doesn't burn down. But, yes, much like yourself, that hot pocket that you cooked and nuked in the microwave had to have sucked See you soon Drake."

Zarathustra with a smile on his face, leaves the backstage area as the scene fades to black.

Speaking up, if I Dare!

Fri, 18 May 2012 23:24:53 +0000

Two Weeks ago: A Chance Meeting
The scene opens up with Eden Draven at Boxing event. She really does not concern herself with who is fighting, she just sits near the front and admires the blood shed in awe. She wears a snug fitting black dress that drags along the ground. Normally she stands at 5 foot 7, but with her heels on she stands at 6 foot even. Her painted red lips stick out substantially against her pale white skin. Her eyes flicker with excitement as each blow is delivered. As the fight continues Drake slowly made his way forward towards his seat. He was always late but had come here to study. As he muscled through the crowd he finally found his seat,.

"Excuse me"

He says as he slides down into the seat beside Eden. She nods some to the man, paying him no mind for now. Blood flies from the mouth of one man as the other man strikes with a powerful right hook. She is on the edge of her seat now, squirming some and biting her lip.

Eden: Hit him again..

She said softly. Pulling out a note pad from his pocket Drake starts to take notes. Seeing what each man is doing, trying to figure out which where successful and which weren't. As he watched the fight he placed the pen on his seat. As the fight continued he bumped the pen and in dropped to Eden's feet. He went to lean down to grab it but realized what it would look like, and it certainly wasn't a position a southern gentleman should find himself in.

Drake: Would you mind?

She arches a brow and leans down, grabbing the pen with her long slender fingers. She hands it to him, glancing at him for a moment before her eyes fixated on the ring.

Eden: Are you trying to draw this?

Give her a once over he smiled to himself.

Drake: Believe me if I was drawing something it wouldn't be what's in the ring.

She nods, not even catching on to what he was saying.

Eden: So... what are you doing?

She then turns her gaze to him and what he is doing.

Drake: Taking notes, I've been trying to get into boxing or wrestling for years. Just hasn't happened yet.

He didn't even notice her now, he had returned to his obsession, what was happening in the ring. She scoffs.

Eden: Seriously?

She then shook her head slightly.

Eden: I am a wrestler.

He looked over at her and gave a slight chuckle.

Drake: Yeah and I'm Muhammad Ali.

She rolls her eyes.

Eden: You do not look like him. Trust me. I am. I work for a federation called Skyfall Wresting....

Drake: Yeah?

He was shocked, she wasn't what you'd expect but then again wrestling had it's fair share of different personalities.

Drake: Wish I could find a way in, I'm a giant and I was told in the last two places I was at that I'm too dangerous and untrainable.

She scoffs once again.

Eden: I can perhaps get you in. Do you have any skills?

Drake: Physically I can do anything.

Drake stood up and showed his full size and physical structure. He was a giant, and had no problem showing off. She nods, placing a hand on his forearm and applying a little pressure. Her polite way of telling him to sit the hell down. The crowd was getting a bit testy so he took his seat beside her. Look down he saw her hand still on his arm.

Drake: You can let go if you like.

She removes her hand and looks back to the match. her hands are clenched as she watches the men trade blows. She bites down on her lower lip, looking like she is about to leap up into the ring with them. Reaching over he places his hand on her hip pushing her back with ease.

Drake: Calm down.

She smirks some.

Eden: Does this not excite you?

Drake: Yes but it's a science.

He kept his hand pressed tightly against her. He was now ignoring the fight all together. She looks at him, locking her eyes on his. They were definitely captivating, greenish blue in color. Her body did not move, just her eyes as she slowly looked down at his hand.

Eden: You can move that now....

She said with a smirk. Drake slid his hand down to her inner thigh and left it linger there not saying a word as he turned back acting as if he was watching the fight.

Drake: Who do you think will win?

She runs her tongue along the inside of her cheek before she grabs his hand. She smiles sweetly and bent his pinky back.

Eden: I will

Gritting his teeth he did everything he could do to prevent himself from making noise.

Drake: Okay okay.

He said as he shook his hand trying to stop the pain.

Drake: Just heard you wrong.

She nods, placing her hands on her lap. She sighs because now the fight is over. She groans and gets up in a huff.

Eden: Good evening...

She says softly as she moves past him. He reaches over grabbing her wrist and stopping her in her tracks.

Drake: No.

She bites her lip and turns to look at him.

Eden: No?

Drake: Not before you help me.

He says pulling her towards him, trying to control her for the moment. She sighs.

Eden: Help you with what? Thinking?

Drake: Breeding.

He says in the most sarcastic tone he could muster. At that she chuckles.

Eden: You could not handle me. Now get up and come with me.

Letting go of her, he begins to follow her. She walks effortlessly through the crowd, pinching someone if they get in her way. She makes her way outside where a hearse style limousine awaits her. Standing outside the limo, he stops.and smiles.

Drake: You want me to get in there with you?

She looks at him and shrugs.

Eden: Why not?

She then put a hand on her hip.

Eden: Unless you'd rather follow me?

Taking a deep breath he laughed.

Drake: Okay but if we end up at your place.

He was cocky and knew where it COULD lead. She rolls her eyes.

Eden: Please. Keep dreaming.

Her driver who stands at about 6 foot 10, opens the door for her. She gets in and waits for him to get in. Drake slides into the limo and brings his hand to her knee again.

Drake: So, what are we doing?

She snarls at him and pushes his hand away from her. The driver shuts the door. Soon the driver is in the hearse and begins to drive off.

Present Day:
Enter Eden Draven. The newest infection to invade the healthy body of the SWA. A true and incurable sickness. Eden is dressed in a tight body hugging long black velvet dress.

Her feet cannot be seen. Eden is sitting in the parlor watching the latest; yet horrific promo that JC has put out. The promo is near its end. She shuts the TV off once it is over and smiles softly.

Eden: Allow me to enlighten you JC, again.

She scoffed a bit, as she grew tired of this man.

Eden: I have never had to pay for anything. I earned that win I got against you. You need to be a man and accept it. I understand that may be hard for to do. Both of those things. Accepting that I am better than you and being a man.

She shifted some in her seat, crossing her legs at her ankles under her dress.

Eden: Yes, I am going to attack your man hood. Get over it. You bitch and whine about me being a waste of your time. Puh-lease.

She rolled her eyes.

Eden: You could not be farther from the truth. If I was such a waste of time, why would I get another match? Furthermore, why would they book me in a match against you?

Eden scoffed.

Eden: Trust me, I do not think they want to give you an easy win. Our dance this time will not go as smoothly as it has in the past dear boy.

She shook her head some.

Eden: I will win this time around, thus making you look like an even bigger fool. You will bitch and moan about it the next time they put you before me as a sacrificial lamb.

She stood up.

Eden: I am well aware that I left you high and dry in our tag match.

She snarled at the camera.

Eden: You do not deserve the talent that I have as an ally in your corner.

She then grinned.

Eden: Face it. I am worth more to this company than you. I fill those seats on the curve of my hips alone. This may be a man's sport where men lead the way, but face it J.C. it is the men who buy the tickets and come to see the real talent. Which would be me in this case.

She put her hands on her hips.

Eden: Bring all the pain you want, J.C. It will never be enough to hurt me.

She then put a hand over her mouth and acted scandalized.

Eden: Oh! I almost forgot. I wasn't supposed to even try to speak. The big bad J.C. might do something awful to me.

She rolled her eyes once more.

Eden: Please. You are not going to run my ass over. So take your delusional ass elsewhere....

She then left the camera crew there to pack up. The scene fades out to nothingness.

effort

Fri, 18 May 2012 23:22:20 +0000

The scene opened as we watch an ant crawling across the bed rest that housed a tray full of food. The ant slowly made the long crawl across the table. It was taking forever, the ant was closing in on it’s destination, seemingly move even faster towards the food. Finally, the ant reached the tray and as it was about to step on it.

The impact of his hand slamming against the table caused it to vibrate slightly. The camera stayed on the aunt as it twitched for a few seconds then it stopped. The ant’s misery was finally over, as the camera panned back we saw Drake Stein sitting on the side of his bed. He yawned before turning to the camera.

“Effort, reckon that’s a first. Again I expected so much more.”

As the light shone down on Drake he gave a cocky smirk, his eyes focused back in on the tray of food. Reaching over he grabbed a strawberry from it and popped it into his mouth with ease.

“Do you think Mike Sawyer really wanted to be embarrassed Zarathustra? Do you think that he wanted to go out there only to be destroyed? I highly doubt it. He was overmatched and he knew it. He didn’t speak because he would’ve been embarrassed. He knew he stood no shot, just like you should.

Brash

Boisterous,

and wanting a fight.

How very valiant of you mister, Zarathustra. I know it’s not that you don’t have talent or skill. You do, it’s just you don’t have a chance.

You’ll fight like always, and you’ll give all your heart and soul but the truth is it won’t matter. All the heart in the world can’t trump talent, all the effort doesn’t undo skill, and all you have will never be enough to come close to what I offer.

Mike Sawyer didn’t answer me because he had no answers, not because he was lazy but because the result would’ve been the same. He would’ve left a broken man.

You will do the same....

Bring your heart,

Bring your effort,

Bring everything you have, in the end it’ll all be wasted and you’ll be crushed..”

With that Drake gave a smile to the camera as the we roll to black.

Yawn

Fri, 18 May 2012 18:41:41 +0000

Sandstorm is blaring and lights strobing as we pan in on a currently empty Booty Cave. The Booty Satan themself shimmies their way over into the shot and over to the Booty Throne before taking a seat and sighing as the music cuts out.

Booty: Oh my fucking demon, could you BE any more boring?

They ask in an exasperated tone.

Booty: You have got to be the most uninteresting fuck on this roster. Honestly. Okay, so you prattle on and on my little lamb about how you're not going to let this chance slip you by.

They hop up and click their heels before sitting back down.

Booty: You tell us you're not going to, but you don't show us why. So it all sounds like generic tripe to the Booty Satan. Clay Andrews can't actually dig under the surface like the little retard likes to say. They can't go beyond telling us they want this, to actually showing us why they need it. That would require a spark of passion, something remotely interesting and different about them, now wouldn't it? Instead we get this snoozefest.

A slight pause.

Booty: Yawn. You hear that? I'm yawning.

Standing up they do the Elaine dance from Seinfeld before continuing.

Booty: And obviously retard mcretard here can't grasp the depths of the Booty Satan's evil. If you understood their evil ways you'd get that they weren't falling out of the spotlight. No, no, they were harnessing the spotlight they'd gained in their time off to spring forward and re-appear bigger, badder, and more evil than ever. But alas, you cannot. Much like you cannot hope to defeat the Booty Satan. TTFN beeyotch!

Fade To Black

Blind Anger

Fri, 18 May 2012 04:29:50 +0000

The scene opens in Sherman�s locker room again, where we see an unlikely thing. Sherman is actually holding Gamer Guy against a wall, and yelling at him! Of course, Gamer Guy is still dressed as an Elcor, and for the moment, is still doing fairly well at not reacting.

Sherman: I don�t HAVE to be nice to you? I thought I had to be nice, because you were my partner! I watched some other tag matches, I listened to what Ms. Persephone and Ms. Ally said, and I can�t BELIEVE I pulled off that first promo! Mr. Gamer Guy, YOU ARE RIDICULOUS! How do you expect to win anything? You have NO SENSE of REALITY! NONE! GET SERIOUS, MR. Gamer Guy! RIGHT NOW!

Sherman�s voice actually cracks on the last word. Gamer Guy still doesn�t immediately react. Sherman keeps holding him, and finally Gamer Guy reacts, his voice slightly choked.

Gamer Guy: Frightened: Why are you shouting, human? Terrified: Do you seek to harm me?

Sherman actually lets go with one hand, and punches Gamer Guy square in the face. Then, he releases him. Gamer Guy, an extremely disturbed individual indeed, bleeds quietly. Sherman spins away quickly, then remembers where the camera is, and faces that. His face is red with anger, but clearly not at his opponents.

Sherman: I am sorry, Ms. Ally. I am sorry, Ms. Persephone. I hope you can understand that I�ve had to make a lot of changes, and do a whole lot of learning. There are still some things I�ve not quite gotten down. The thing is, I wanted to win this match. I really did. So I held back everything, EVERYTHING, just because I thought being nice would help me do that. I thought cohesion was the key, and so I�

He clenches his fists in frustration, beginning to rock rapidly from side to side.

Sherman: I can�t believe I did that! Grrr! And now he won�t listen to reason� So yeah, I might lose. But I�m gonna give you guys as much as I can, I promise, because I really, really do want to win. If you don�t believe that, look at the lengths I went to to try, just because I thought I had to.

At this point, Gamer Guy chips in.

Gamer Guy: Tentative: Excuse me, Human, but I would like to answer the things that�

Sherman: No! Shut up! I�m tired of hearing you talk in that stupid voice! I�m ending this now!

Gamer Guy: Surprised: But�

Sherman: No! Goodbye! And again, Ms. Ally, Ms. Persephone, I am sorry.

With that, he heads back over to Gamer Guy, which is still easy as Gamer Guy is still mumbling the apparent torrent of emotions he�s experiencing, grabs him, and leads him straight to the door. He shoves him through, and as the door slams, the scene cuts to black.

An important Visit

Thu, 17 May 2012 23:21:42 +0000

B Cool is nervous as he steps off the hospital elevator and begins walking down its hallway. What he is doing now has been eating away at him for some time, but nevertheless, it had to be done. Lilly might call it convenient to do this now... But then maybe she'd believe him. He wasn't doing this out of convenience, but it was things like what Lilly had been through... what she had suffered... that made this stuff hit you all over again. So here he was, about to humble himself before her and hope for the best, even if she didn't want him to. He could only hope this would turn out better for both of them.

He steps up to the door, turns the handle, and gently knocks at the same time, just in case she's sleeping or something.

Sorry

Thu, 17 May 2012 18:27:51 +0000

The scene opens up on Clay walking along a beach. He's clad in a short sleeved shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals. He turns his head towards the cameras as he begins to speak. "First things first, I know you think you feed off anger and all that garbage. But just keep running your mouth and insulting people who you have no business talking about, and see how you like it when my fist is coming out the back of your skull." He cracks his neck slightly before continuing, "I get it though, why you'd want to take a cheap shot like that. I'm sure it was embarassing losing in like 5 seconds to her. But enough on that subject, let's get back to the matter at hand. That being you and me." A slight pause follows. "So I was right, there was absolutely nothing about what I've done that you were able to use against me. You tried to bring up what I haven't done, and downplay my accomplishments but that's to be expected. Like I thought, you weren't able to dig beneath the surface to find anything interesting."

"Just to make it clear though, I don't think ring rust was a factor for someone who wrestled a tag match without a hitch on one leg. In fact if you listen to her promos from that match, she explained in great detail why a long layoff wouldn't slow her down. Bottom line is I have beaten a couple people who've actually successfuly defended titles they've won here, unlike you. You're throwing crap at me that other people have done, slowing down after hot starts. There really ain't anything I can do about that, now is there?" He shrugs his shoulders. "The thing is you can bring up big names I could've faced, or what others have done. It don't change the fact that I've done exactly what I'm supposed to, win and shoot for the top of the food chain instead of piddlefarting around. All you're bringing is the types of generic criticisms I knew would come with the territory when I decided I wasn't going to waste time whining that I'm not ready." He stops to kick some sand out of one of his sandals. "Oh, and your little story is a load of crap. Because you ain't been retaining any spotlight after your failures. You've rode off into the sunset doing absolutely nothing, before you resurface with another half baked plan that will fail in the end. If you were really getting this great spotlight boost you'd be using it instead of fucking off and disappearing off the face of the Earth like you've done a couple times now. It's like I said, you have got absolutely nothing. You aren't going to stop me, I'm getting myself this title shot and I will stomp your face dry to get it. See you Friday."

Fade To Black

Ahoy!

Wed, 16 May 2012 22:01:53 +0000

We open up in the Commissioner's office. Persephone has her feet kicked up on Ally's desk, while Ally sits at her chair looking rather annoyed.

Ally: Feet down please.

Persephone shrugs and obliges, spinning her chair around in the process.

Persephone: Whatever man. So, was that like um ... serious?

Ally: They looked dead serious to me.

Persephone: Um, like ... well then.

Ally: Sherman, thank you for the brilliant point about it being better to get along with your tag partner than not to. However, if you'll notice I already brought up a scenario where I managed to co-exist with a partner I despised in a match we won. You see, it's better to be forthright and honest about these things than to try and cover it up. Once acceptance is out of the way, you can focus on the task at hand.

Persephone: Um yeah dude ... remember that weird ass Bread Zombie and his robo friend trying to pretend they had chemistry? Totally lame. Like, it seems to me Shermanator dude that you are like just trying to get along with the Gamer dude because you're tagging to like a ridiculous degree. Like I saw you butter him up and placate him like a lil' piggy awfully quick when you started to upset him. I mean, Ally could have like been less harsh about her point but she does have one ... a point that is.

Ally rolls her eyes.

Ally: I'm just being forthright and honest. And yes, you did seem to be walking on eggshells. You know he's lost those matches just as well as everyone else does, Sherman. I think you also know from experience that going on thinking and believing you've done great when you've actually lost doesn't garner very good results. Look how you used to be, you got a few surprises here and there, but a lot of pain. You've seen what that approach brings, and you're only sabotaging yourself by not being up front about it. Are you going to let him bring you down with you?

Persephone: And um, yeah, it seems like you are biting your tongue seriously dude. You spent more time trying to keep him happy and prove you could get along than you did like, doing what was getting you on the right track. Using your research, and whatnot. I mean, either you did a serious 180 spin on the dude telling us not to take him lightly after thinking he was so bad at his job that his approach was kinda disgusting in your words, or we're right and you're just um you know ... trying too hard to show you can get along, pull even weight and prove us wrong. Just be warned dude, the wrong choice will not lead you through Mordor- instead to doom in the lava pits!

Ally nods her head, even though Sherman can't see it.

Ally: Sherman, you can either keep on the path you were heading on and either give him the choice to keep up or be left behind, or you can lower yourself down to his level and get dragged down. Gamer Guy, speaking about how determined you are means nothing without putting in the serious hard work to the aspects of this job like research, etc. that you haven't thus far. This is serious business, there's more to it than just re-enacting whatever you want to. I'm sure this will go in one ear and out the other, but as Commissioner I needed to say it. As for taking anyone lightly, a bit of research will show that I may be dismissive, far more in some past cases actually than I have been here but that I always bring my A game. I have to much pride in my own performance not to, regardless of opponent. Now, are we done here?

Persephone shrugs.

Persephone: Um, I believe so dude. Adios.

Fade To Black

Bitch, Please

Wed, 16 May 2012 19:49:54 +0000

We open up in the Booty Cave with Sandstorm blaring. As the music fades and we pan in on Booty, they seem incredibly disinterested and bored. They hold their hand up making pantomime mouth gestures with it as they stand up.

Booty: Blah blah blah blah blah.

They twirl around before sitting back down.

Booty: Tell me my little dumpling, do you actually have anything of interest to say?

A cock of their head is given in curiosity.

Booty: Most of the Booty Satan's supposed failures you speak of were months and months ago, a lot can change in that time. Why, enough time has passed since their last title shot for Ciara Winters to have gone through another 10 deadbeat boyfriends!

They hop up and click their heels together.

Booty: Either way you slack jawed retarded yokel, you truly do not understand the depths to which the Booty Satan's campaign of evil has succeeded. Perhaps if you spent less time seducing drug addled retarded jailbait, and more time using that brain of yours you could understand. These instances you speak of still put spotlight on the Booty Satan, drawing attention to them and allowing them to cast in the masses with their evil funky thrall.

The evil one lets out a massive belch before continuing.

Booty: Then again you actually think your little undefeated track record means something. Big whoop, like nobody has started fast and faded out here before. Your biggest win was against someone who hadn't had a singles match in like, a year. Booty Satan is still on a roll in singles competition and don't you forget it bitch. This is the best Booty Satan yet, and you will get plowed over by this evil steamroller. Muahahaha!

Fade To Black

Happy Birthday Misty!

Wed, 16 May 2012 18:51:04 +0000

Today, Misty gets a little older, but even though she is, as usual, relentlessly teased by her mother about this, she's nowhere near diminishing. The mind that built this place is still as strong as ever, and I hope all of you can join me in wishing her the hap hap happiest Birthday ever!

Lazy

Wed, 16 May 2012 15:57:04 +0000

Laying on his bed in his Tampa Hotel room, is Zarathustra, his hands are behind his head, as he rests and as he thinks about his match with Brandon. Then he gets up, knowing that he is facing a new member of Skyfall this week. He sit upright on his bed and stretches his neck and looks at the camera.

Zarathustra: "I've been thinking a lot, about last week about the lengths I will go through to get a win and pull out everything. I should never under estimate my opponents that's one thing, but they shouldn't do the same, hell I didn't think I'd had the strength to kick out of the Cool Crush but I did. Drake Stein, I liked the passions you showed in your last promo, I did, you came out, guns-blazing and you fired on all cylinders and set the tone of the match. That Sawyer was a lazy good for nothing, you cast him as a man desperate to wrestle, but in the end he could never live up to the responsibility that it entails. He didn't set the tone for the match you did and he didn't even respond to you. He's lazy, and you weren't that week... But neither am I, so Drake, where's the fiery passion? where's Drake Stein to set the tone this week?"

Zarathustra: "I'll tell you, he's being lazy, like Sawyer was, and I'll admit, I can be a lazy son of a bitch, but I do give my best every week when I'm not."

Zarathustra: "Drake Stein, I am Zarathustra, so if you expect to fire insults and accusations at me like you did to Sawyer, expect a response, I want to give you a good challenge that you didn't get, and you need to do the same, because it's just what I do. I thrive on challenge and if you have the balls, and I know you do, challenge me. Because, in spite of your grandiose entrance, I'm not running, or hiding, I'm here. Are you? Because I waited for you to show me what you showed to noone last week, and you haven't"

Zarathustra gets up, walks past the camera and then the scene fades to black as Zarathustra says "See you later."

Fuck you and the broom you rode in on

Wed, 16 May 2012 04:17:34 +0000

J.C. is back in yet another penthouse, enjoying the luxuries of life. Or rather he would be if he was actually enjoying himself. Right now, with the camera rolling, he is rummaging around the large modern stainless steel fridge. After a moment he pulls out a V8 and cracks it open, taking a long drink. Slamming the small can down on the marble counter top, he takes a deep breath, glaring into the camera.

“So here we are again. Eden, you fucking worthless piece of shit, looks like we get to meet in that ring one more time. We’ve got a few things to settle, our first meeting ended in you pulling a win out of your ass, no thanks to that stupid fucking ref who couldn’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground, then we get paired up as a team and surprise, surprise, you left me high and fucking dry. Well this time paying off an official is not going to help you out. This time around you better be ready to fucking step up because I’m seeing blood and it’s gonna be pouring out of you all over that ring once I rip your fucking head off. I’m tired of your little games, I don’t give a shit about whatever excuse you might come up with, I’m fucking done with you and this week is gonna prove it.”

He shakes his head, taking another drink of the juice.

“The week is almost over and imagine my shock that you have yet to say a single word at all. You know it’s funny, sources say that you were actually looking forward to our last tag team match and yet you just sat there and let me do all the work. Well you see where that got us, fucking no where fast. But don’t you worry about me, I took care of Jerry pretty damn good last week, so with that score settled, it’s time to bury you once and for all.”

J.C. smirks into the camera, his lips stained a bloody looking read from his beverage.

“If there is one thing you have proved to me it’s that you’re a waste of space on this roster. Nothing more than another name the SWA can throw out there as being part of their team that doesn’t do jack shit around here other than keep your mouth shut and show up to get your ass kicked. You’re in for much more than a simple ass kicking this week though, Eden, you’re in for a world of fucking pain, and I don’t care if you enjoy it or not, I know I sure as hell will be enjoying it. So go ahead and even try to say something, I fucking dare you, it’s not going to matter at all because this fucking freight train is about to run your ass over.”

Crumpling the empty can in one fist, J.C. throws it at the camera as he strides out of the kitchen, leaving the scene to fade out.

Determination

Wed, 16 May 2012 03:32:15 +0000

The scene opens in the locker room of one Sherman Witticker. As we fade in, he is just heading over to the door to answer it. His partner had called him� At least he thought it was his partner. He used a weird voice Sherman didn�t recognize, but said they had to do a tag promo, so� Yeah, it had to be his partner. Feeling confident in this, Sherman pulls open the door, and in walks Gamer Guy decked out in a costume that vaguely makes him resemble an Elcor from the Mass Effect series. Of course, Sherman doesn�t know this, but when Gamer Guy speaks, he sure recognizes the weird, low, toneless voice.

Gamer Guy: Barely contained excitement: I have arrived.

Sherman beams, glad he was right, and steps back to let Gamer Guy in. Gamer Guy closes the door behind him, and then looks awkwardly at the camera. After all, he�s not in one of his CG environments.

Sherman: Awesome! So our opponents have spoken, and we must respond. By the way, though, why are you talking like that? Is there really a video game character that talks like that?

Gamer Guy gives him an expressionless look.

Gamer Guy: Confusion: Video Game? What do you mean, human?

Sherman: Uh� Yeah. OK, apparently it is.

Gamer Guy: Explanitory: It is my understanding that we have fighting to do. Determination: My intentions are to win for my people.

Sherman: That�s good! That�s real good! See, you guys might not want to take him lightly. He�s a little weird, but he�s showing a fighting spirit� I think. Hard to tell when he�s talking like that.

Sherman pauses for a moment, and of course Gamer Guy has to fill in.

Gamer Guy: Offended: Don�t make fun of the way I talk. Accusatory: You�re not exactly the master of your language yourself, human.

Sherman: I didn�t mean to offend. Surely you have um, dealt with us before, and understand that we have difficulty understanding you. That�s why you speak your emotions isn�t it?

Gamer Guy: Reluctantly: Fair point, human. Self-depricatingly: I was a fool to take offense. Apologetically: I�m sorry.

Sherman: O it�s alright. But that reminds me, now that we�re past that, it�s good to note that Gamer Guy and I have no ill will toward one another. Seems to me Ms. Persephone and Ms� Ally�

He pauses for a moment as his mind flashes back to a different time. A time when he had feelings� He shakes his head to clear it of those thoughts, and moves on.

Sherman: Seems to me you two don�t like each other very much. It�s common sense that that�s not gonna be good for teamwork, and some matches and stuff I�ve watched have proven that.

Gamer Guy: Curious: Why would they dismiss me anyway? Pride: I have proven my worthiness countless times in the past. Distantly: I recall many battles fought on many planets. Sadly: This is something the two of you could never understand.

Sherman: Ya see that? Gamer Guy�s got confidence, and he has experience. And I�ve heard somewhere that belief is a really powerful thing. If he thinks he has won a ton of battles, why can�t that still drive him not to lose?

Gamer Guy: Agitatedly: I did win those battles, human.

Sherman: Uh, yes. Of course you did. I wasn�t saying you didn�t really.

Gamer Guy: Placated: Thank you, human. Relieved: It is good that you meant no insult.

Sherman: Of course not. See, guys? I�m not carrying the team. I�m not making this all about me. We�re working together. We�re collaborating. We�re gonna win!

Gamer Guy: Fiercely determined: You guys are going down. We will destroy you.

Sherman: Definitely something like that. See ya!

And with that unremarkable remark, Sherman waves at the camera, and the strange little scene fades to black.

You've Got Nothing

Tue, 15 May 2012 23:42:10 +0000

After leaving Persephone to film her promo Clay had went to track down a camera crew of his own. Having done so, his promo is also taking backstage at the arena. He walks as he begins to talk, the crew trying their best to keep up with him. "Here we are, days away from me earning myself the #1 Contender's spot for the Skyfall Title." He continues on as he rounds a corner in the hallway, his expression serious and focused. " And let's make this clear, I will be winning this match, no if's ands or buts about it- you will not stop me. Period. For one thing, you have absolutely nothing of real worth on me in the verbal battle. I'm unbeaten here so far, there's no embarrassing matches for you to try and dredge up. I've shown a direction and purpose for myself since day one I stepped through the door. I've also shown the desire and willpower since day one. Which is where you really succeed right? Find some weakness or skeleton in the closet, and dredge it up to show their flaws? Create doubt that way? Well quite frankly you're not good enough to do that to me."

"Let's take a look at you too, while we're at it. Me, I'm a fresh face in the mix here. You, I reckon you've had your chances at Sarah and you've failed. Just because you brought that up in previous matches don't make it any less relevant." He clears his throat slightly. Stopping, he finds a chair and decides this is a decent spot to stop and sit down. As he sits down, he folds his arms across his chest. " Fact of the matter is, you really ain't a very good bad guy, are you? Every time you've had a real important match with a chance to establish yourself as something more you've failed. Of course you come out with your reasons why it was really a good thing, or a moral victory. Something got proved because so and so got involved. " He shakes his head a bit.

"Here's how it is, if you've got some evil message to spread you should be pissed you missed out on these chances for a greater platform. Moral victories aren't giving you title belts, and therefore a bigger stage to spread your message now are they? And the fact that people got involved in some of the cases don't really impress me that much either. Maybe Fallout you had a case, which got erased when you failed again at Trick Or Treat. But Bloodsport? That was the one time it don't really matter that much if someone did. The Xtreme Division is where anything goes, you're supposed to have your head on a swivel and be ready for anything. " There's a slight pause. "So here's how it's going to go. I'm gonna go out there, stop you from breaking that glass ceiling again, show that I'm at that level you can't reach and get myself a Skyfall Title shot while you're laid out staring at the lights. I'm sure I'll be hearing from you real soon."

Fade To Black

Avast!

Tue, 15 May 2012 15:51:51 +0000

We open backstage at the arena. Persephone Waters and her love interest Clay Andrews are loitering about in the hallway. Our cameras catch up to them in mid conversation. As we pan in on them, another figure starts approaching from the distance.

Persephone: Avast a wild tag partner approaches!

Clay: Alright, I'll catch ya in a bit and let you deal with that.

Persephone: Farewell, spread your wings as you soar towards the upper atmosphere of Skyfallia!

Clay: Will do.

After a hug, he walks off shortly before Ally walks up to Persephone. Her expression is hard to read as she surveys the preceding events.

Ally: Well then, I suppose we have a promo we should do together.

Persephone turns towards her.

Persephone: Just for um you know, honesty and stuff out front. I should say that I don't like you dude. Your whole history of your attitude and whatnot to the Sass Man, not cool. Among other stuff.

Ally gives her a slight shrug.

Ally: Not my concern, I managed to co-exist with Joe Dick when I was less mature than I am now.

A goofy salute is given in return.

Persephone: Righto, I'm sure we can like venture through this fine. Fully aware your ego is too big to handle losing, so expecting smooth sailing.

Ally: Let's just focus on the match, shall we?

Persephone: Alrighty. Gonna be honest dude, this is a bit weird considering I'm like wanting to get my client the same tag belts we're in this tournament for a shot at. But I got a job to do, so I'll compete like a mofo.

Ally: Good. Now, our opponents, not a team we should be losing to.

Persephone: Um, well dude. Your old friend,the Shermanator's been getting better.

Ally: Let's not bring that back up, shall we? I'd like to think both of us have done a lot of growing up since then. And yes, he has. He's not a pushover anymore, and is a legitimate opponent now, I'll grant that. The fact remains though, my only clean losses are at a very high level. I win more often than not, and you've got a decent enough record yourself. And that partner of his ...

Persephone: Um yeah, the Gamer dude is a bit of a special child, isn't he?

Ally: He's enough to drag down a team by himself, even if he and Sherman were on good terms.

Persephone: People say I'm out there. It's like whoa man, this dude has no grasp on reality. I mean, he thought he could bring a sword to the ring. And you know, he thought he could wrestle me in an outfit he could barely move in.

Ally: Yes, I watched that "match", vigorously face palming the whole time.

Persephone: Good, I mean like it is part of your job to watch the matches.

Ally: How observant. The bottom line is this is our match to lose, we're not going to let Sherman singlehandedly carry his team past us. Agreed?

Persephone: Aye aye Captain!

Ally: Alright, I believe we're done here.

Fade To Black

05/18/12 Edge

Mon, 14 May 2012 22:58:41 +0000

Drake Stein vs. Zarathustra
Writer:

Ally Daniels and Persephone Waters vs. Gamer Guy and Sherman Witicker- Tag Tournament First Round Match
Writer:

J.C. vs. Eden Draven
Writer:

Clay Andrews vs. Booty Satan- Skyfall Title #1 Contenders Match
Writer:

05/18/12 Edge

Mon, 14 May 2012 22:53:57 +0000

We are live at the St. Pete Times Forum in Tampa, FL. All rps are due in by no later than 9pm eastern on Friday! Strats are due in by noon eastern on SATURDAY!!! There is a grey area of 8pm eastern on day of deadline. Failure to post your first roleplay before 8pm will result in you being docked for sandbagging or rping last minute.

Drake Stein vs. Zarathustra
Ally Daniels and Persephone Waters vs. Gamer Guy and Sherman Witicker- Tag Tournament First Round Match
J.C. vs. Eden Draven
Clay Andrews vs. Booty Satan- Skyfall Title #1 Contenders Match

Lost

Mon, 14 May 2012 21:11:55 +0000

He had seen the rumor. Of course he had seen it. He watched the SWA web site like a hawk. SWA TV too, when he wasn�t personally at some events. In short, there wasn�t a thing he didn�t keep up with regarding the SWA. Why? Because he missed it, certainly. Because part of him wanted to be back there walking the halls of its headquarters, the SWA Arena, climbing into its ring� Sure he had thought about joining other organizations, but there was no point. They would only remind him of the SWA, and bring him pain. Then again, how would him rejoining the SWA somehow be any different?

The words blazed on the computer screen, seeming to pulse with a life of their own. They seemed to grow clearer and larger as he continued to stare at them, burning themselves first into his eyes, and then into his brain. Natasha had been at Altitude. On the site, it was just a rumor, just a random reported sighting, but Eric Heinrich knew it was true at once. And just like that�

He was back. Back in the ruins of the SWA arena, kneeling and weeping, unleashing his loudest cry, the sound seeming to echo across the heavens. His mind had been so set, then, his path so clear and certain. He knew who to blame. The ungreatful ones. The ones who had been given everything the many bodies that comprised the SWA had to offer, and still struck a blow against them. The fans. It was all their fault. They pretended to love the SWA, and yet they hated it. Hated it because it wasn�t enough. Because nobody died in the ring on a regular basis. Because the bloodlust they experienced, the acts of violence they expected, had reached unimaginable levels. He knew this in a flash, and so he blamed. He hated with all his heart, and set himself on the path to really give them something to hate.

He remembers all this almost too well. He remembers how he thought, how he felt at that moment, and through the magic of hindsight, he understands just how wrong those thoughts and feelings were. Of course, seeing this, knowing this, doesn�t change the past, and it doesn�t stop him from reliving it all now.

He sees himself as he desperately tries to convince Natasha to go along with him, his own determination even as she refuses� his anger� he sees himself attacking others. Hurting them in the name of hurting the fans. Trying to get his payback. One that he feels he may never fully achieve.

Then, he sees himself start to lose it all. Natasha distances herself, his arguments start to fall apart, other people start to make sense� And at last he renounces everything� but then it is already too late. He is already floating in a void, even as he heads out for one more match� a well-deserved beating. Violence was always the quickest way to reach him, after all�

He comes out of this to find that he is actually on his knees, his eyes squeezed shut so as not to see the words still on the computer screen. He would give anything to get her back. He would give anything just to see her again in person, and would give more if he could see her without a look of hatred in her eyes. After a moment he realizes he�s trembling. He can�t stop trembling. Then the tears come, and for a time, he is lost to them.