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NFW RELOADED XX: WASHINGTON, DC [updated deadline]

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RP DEADLINE: SUNDAY, JANUARY 5, 2014 NEW YEAR'S REPRIEVE!


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NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING PRESENTS

RELOADED XX: “The Score”
LIVE! From the Verizon Center, Washington, DC


DOUBLE MAIN EVENT!
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PRESIDENT MAYFIELD’S 'MULTIPLE CHOICE CHALLENGE’
Only PRESIDENT MAYFIELD knows who will face JACK HARMEN in his first defense on the double-main event! The world will find out at the night’s HOLLYWOOD’S ON FIRE! How do you prepare for ALL of the Hellfire Club? What’s the right answer? There is no makeup for this quiz!


NFW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH

JACK HARMEN ©
v.
HELLFIRE CLUB ______
a) BLAINE HOLLYWOOD
b) JJ DeVILLE
c) DORCHESTER STRATTON
d) NONE OF THE ABOVE
e) ALL OF THE ABOVE


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GRUDGE MATCH
STEEL CAGE! NO ESCAPE! PINFALL OR SUBMISSION!
THERE WILL BE A WINNER!


CASTOR V. STRIFE
v.
CASTOR V. STRYFE

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OCHO - MAN MAYHEM!

8-Man Tag Team Turmoil! There MUST be a winner! Tempers are boiling over on the Road to RANDOM RUMBLE - Can the bearers of light stave off the darkness?

ALSO - The winning team will all get a WARP PIPE for RANDOM RUMBLE seeding - their names CANNOT get picked before the 10th entrant!

THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING
LEYENDA De OCHO (NFW Triple-Crown Champion)
‘Da Man’ XAVIER LANGSTON
CHROMATIC DRAGONS (‘Black’ ZACK DRAGON & OMEGA ZERO)

v.

THE ARMY OF DARKNESS
THE BLACK MARKET
GRAVEROBBERS BANDIT & DEVASTATOR
(NFW Everette Memorial Tradition Tag Team Champions)
LEGION
TEDDY ALEXANDER

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HOLLYWOOD’S ON FIRE!
w/ special guests
THE HELLFIRE CLUB

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‘NFW COMMISSIONER’ PETER WINDHAM PRESENTS: PETER WINDHAM PRESENTS: MR. WINDHAM GOES TO WASHINGTON (Feat. PETER WINDHAM)

KERRY KUROYAMA
v.
LANE CASH

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Card subject to change...

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PREZ NOTES: I know this time of year is hectic, but I think we can all get some RP in here that will match this dope card. THIS THING IS STACKED, and it’s feeling claustrophobic as we approach RANDOM RUMBLE head-on - make me proud with RP.

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Re: NFW RELOADED XX: WASHINGTON, DC

(CUT TO: A skyline view of Washington, DC. The camera spins around and shows JJ DeVille -- a pissed, insolent look on his face. Like way more than the time he made a manager at an Applebee's fire a waiter in front of him. JJ has on a special accoutrement to his usual outfit -- a steel neck cage around his head.)

JJ: "Oh, I bet each and every single last one of you human herd animals thought you had the last laugh. I bet when word leaked of this devastating--" (JJ winces as he holds his neck.) "Neck injury that you rid the world of JJ DeVille, the man who runs this industry with a fist made of enough iron to build a new Chinese city from scratch! Oh, I bet all of you popped a bottle of cheap, low-class champagne when... when that scumbag coward CASTOR STRIFE dropped me on my neck! Oh, I bet Eddie Mayfield lit up an entire carton of those disgusting filtered cigarettes when he heard I went in for neck surgery! But did you ACTUALLY think you could get rid of me? Did you ACTUALLY think that JJ DeVille would shrink off into obscurity? DID YOU THINK THAT? Because if so then HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA--" (JJ winces in pain as he reaches up towards his neck cage.)

(JJ then regainst composure and purses his lips.)

JJ: "But that is not the best laugh. Now, I hope none of you forgot about my mastery of litigation. When I was running The Windham Clan and RULING New Frontier Wrestling, I made people fly all over the map at my disposal to testify in deposition hearings. I CANCELLED ENTIRE SHOWS due to my mastery of the American Small Claims Court system! Well, guess what? I've got a complaint typed up at home that would make Eddie Mayfield have to sell his BLOOD in order to pay me allllll the money the court is going to award me! Castor Stryfe is going to spend the rest of his career WORKING FOR ME for attacking me blindly! Oh, I've got all of those planned. But... but... I have a steel trap mind and a brain that could beat DEEP BLUE IN JUST TWO MOVES! I've always got a plan. I've always got an angle. And rest assured I WILL DESTROY NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!"

(JJ purses his lips.)

JJ: "You know, Jack Harmen -- I am going to do something I never do and that's tip my cap to you. My man, you are one hell of an oily scumbag. I never spent more than five seconds thinking of you my entire career and... well... all of a sudden you showed up as a thorn in everyone's side and managed to worm your way to becoming NFW World Champion. Oh, that is some good work. That is some good, good, good work. That is some high-end work. But, Harmen... now there is a LOT of pressure on you. There is a LOT at stake. Especially since... well... you know... you're going to die very shortly."

(JJ purses his lips and then laughs as he says 'cancer.')

JJ: "You see, Jack Harmen... IF THAT IS INDEED YOUR REAL NAME... I've had my eyes on that title for a long, long time. But unlike most men, I have no desire to strap it around my waist or carry it around my shoulder. I have no desire to hold that title high above my head in pride and joy and exclaim to the masses that I did it, Mom, I finally did it! No, Harmen. My plan is to take that title and present to a blacksmith -- if they even exist anymore -- to MELT IT into a quarter-sized coin that I can then use to put in a New Jersey Turnpike gumball machine, where I'll then chew the gum and throw it out the tinted window of my luxury car. I'm going to take that title and bring it to a pawn shop in some low-rent garbage pit hellhole of a city -- why, a place like BETHLEHEM, PA -- and trade the title in for some loose computer parts and stolen copper pipes. I am going to take that title and RUIN IT. And in the process I WILL HAVE DESTROYED NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING ONCE AND FOR ALL."

(JJ purses his lips.)

JJ: "Harmen, when you finally succumb to your illness... when you finally pass on to the ether... do you know what you'll be remembered for? You are going to be remembered, Harmen... as the man who was the last wall. The man who had the LAST CHANCE to save New Frontier Wrestling. And you're going to be remembered, Harmen... for FAILING, Jack. Because this neck cage is going to come off and I"m going to BEAT you, Harmen... and bury this promotion and YOU with it!" (FTB)
 
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Re: NFW RELOADED XX: WASHINGTON, DC

We see Legion and the Graverobbers standing in front of a banner that says Army Of Darkness on the front with something that resembles a more twisted version of a Deadite underneath and a deathmask besides it.

Legion: I guess that no matter what the outcome of Brawlsgiving you and I Leyenda are going to be spending quite some time together - the King of Chaos vs. the Ultimate Gamer but this time there's even higher stakes in mind - winning team gets a mighty advantage as we head to Random Rumble and the chance to get a title shot at the World Champion...

I see you've gathered a fairly impressive group - the rising stars of today's NFW with the Chromatic Dragons and Xavier Langston and you've all got something to prove, now while we can't speak for Teddy, when the Graverobbers and I saw his return we knew that the monster that always had been brewing inside him had finally been unleashed to the world so when the chance came to pick a partner to join our Army it was pretty much an easy task...

[Bandit then steps in front of the camera]

Bandit: Chromatic Dragons - all Devastator and I keep hearing about are how you two are the potential next contenders for the Graverobbers and how they could be THE team that unseats us, let me just ask you one question? Did you even SEE the madness of the last title defense and how even Jack Bryant and Malik Anderson couldn't stop us, hell boys go and ask Shaniqua what happens when you try - your career is at risk. This Fellowship Of The Ring will be divided by the AOD, just decide among yourselves which one gets to be the Sean Bean guy first?

Suddenly Devastator puts a voice module to his throat... Legion and Bandit look surprised at first.

Devastator: DEATH SHALL COME, CHAOS WILL RISE.

Legion: When Darkness falls, the NFW decays.
 

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Re: NFW RELOADED XX: WASHINGTON, DC

(CUT TO: DORCHESTER STRATTON, sitting in a red leather chair in front of a bristling fireplace, his NFW TV Title on the mantle. Dorchester's left leg is crossed over his right, showing his khaki dress slacks with a light pink golf shirt with a boat anchor on the pocket, hair stylized to 1950s-chic perfection. Next to him, on a hand-crafted oak side table, sits a glass of aged Scotch.)

DORCHESTER: "Swollen glands. A persistent couch. Fevers. Night sweats. These, Jack Harmen, are the symptoms you've felt over the past few months since you were diagnosed with terminal cancer. These symptoms are only going to get worse over the coming weeks, Jack. But let me tell you about some other symptoms. Piercing headaches. Reduced vision, especially in direct sunlight. Persistent ringing of the ears. Sudden vertigo. Crippling nausea. Forgetfulness. Suicide-invoking depression. These, Harmen, are the symptoms of major concussions. Of head trauma. And these are the symptoms people walk away with after they end up in a wrestling ring with me."

(Dorchester takes a sip of his drink.)

DORCHESTER: "Harmen, are you sure you want to endure that much more physical pain? Are you sure you want to deal with forgetting the names of your loved ones? Are you sure you're going to want to deal with having to pull over to the side of the road because of a fainting spell when you're driving? Are you sure you want to spend your last days on this planet SUFFERING EVEN MORE than you already are? Ask around, Harmen. Ask anyone who gets in the ring with me what happens. I'm not making idle threats, Harmen. I'm the most ruthless, cunning and heartless son-of-a-bitch in professional wrestling today. What I say I mean."

(Dorchester pauses for a second and takes another sip.)

DORCHESTER: "Did you see what I just did to Akita Hoshi? He was my one-time best friend. He was my MENTOR. And I retired him, just as I did WildStar. And those are the people I loved and respected, Harmen. Those are the people I at one time admired. Then look at what I did to Troy Windham and Mike Randalls -- two people considered legends and icons. They're both gone. They haven't been heard from since the time I used each of them as a Stepping Stone. But the only thing they had to offer me, Jack, was a trophy to put on my wall. Destroying them was just a bragging point. It offered me no title or financial reward."

(Dorchester then takes another sip.)

DORCHESTER: "Go back and look at the last year of my career, when Jack Bryant and I spent a few months destroying each other. I took years off of my life, Harmen, to get that belt sitting in the upper part of your television screen. That's the TV Title, Jack. That's an important belt. It's worth having. It's worth boasting about. But it's SECOND PLACE. The last time I made a play for the World Title? I threw bleach in the eyes of Joe The Plumber and then shattered his ankle. He was a man that, by all accounts, was going down in history as the greatest who ever lived... until I came into the picture."

(Dorchester holds his drink and stares at the camera.)

DORCHESTER: "I will stop at absolutely nothing to obtain the status of top dog in professional wrestling. Jack Harmen, that belt you hold makes you that person. I have taken away the livelihoods of people I have loved. I have destroyed the careers of men considered the greatest of all-time. Now, Jack? You have the NFW World Title. You have MY FUTURE around your waist. You're sick and weak and just getting weaker. I've ended careers. And I'm cold enough to end something MORE THAN THAT. I'm cold enough to end your life, Harmen. Bottom's up."

(Dorchester holds his drink and takes one final sip. FTB)
 

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Re: NFW RELOADED XX: WASHINGTON, DC

[OOC: working a major event this weekend with extremely limited time to sit down and write. RPing from the train on my phone. Apologies for any grammar shiz.]


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(FADE TO: El-Dee-Oh, on the snowy banks of Lake Michigan in Rogers Park, Chicago. His trademark "Can't Keep Me Down" design has been emblazoned upon a bright white hoodie, which he wears hood-up along with a bright blue Sonic the Hedgehog mask. Triple Crown Championship wrapped tightly around his waist, a speedrun of Sonic 2 playing on-screen complete with audio.)


LDO: "The Fellowship of the Ring...I dig it."


(LDO looks to the camera and motions to his belt.)


LDO: "I'm a little rusty on my movies, but rest assured - I know PLENTY about rings.


And I know plenty about the way my team will be perceived going into this match. It's 'Ocho Man MAYHEM!', it's a chance at a WARP PIPE! ...which is rad, don't get me wrong...but add all that to the wrestlers on the other side, and I see what's going on. The target is SQUARELY on my back here.


Legion...we have history, you and I, and I respect what you do in that ring. You've grown in power and in darkness since we last squared off, but you better believe I'm going to give you the battle of your life when we face off at Brawlsgiving. This championship was hard-earned, and it will take someone with more power, wisdom and courage than I think even EXISTS for someone to take away my Triple Crown.


And that includes you, Ted. You beat me up once. You beat me up twice. There won't be a thrice. I've learned a great deal about you in our encounters, ragemonster - you won't be reasoned with, and I can't outmuscle you. I'm going to have to take you out a different way..." (Ocho points to his belt) "...showing all of NFW that I am THE fastest man on the roster, that NO ONE will out-heart me, and that you CAN'T. KEEP. ME. DOWN."


(Ocho collects himself.)


LDO: "Which, even with all that, ignores the biggest part of this story. This isn't a one man show, even if NFW brass are committed to making me the biggest target short of Jack Harmen - this is a Fellowship. Xavier Langston and the Chromatic Dragons are FIERCE, and before you blow them off as just up-and-comers, remember something: the last up-and-comer around here? That guy dethroned a five year champion.


This Fellowship is the future of this company - not a shroud of darkness, but the first glimmer of hope the NFW-verse will have had unironically in AGES. We are warriors. Warriors of Light.


And together...we can conquer any darkness."


(On the smart belt screen, Sonic noticeably gains an extra life after collecting 100 rings in Sky High Zone. The 8-bit voice of Rose emanates from the screen: "Achievement Unlocked." FTB.)
 

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(CUTTO: A barechested LANE CASH, in only a pair of Dior Homme jeans, standing with a glass wall behind him that overlooks the Las Vegas Strip from his penthouse. LANE, his light brown hair moussed and brushed back much like Beckham’s, is flanked by both the BEAUTIFUL BLONDES, who are done up in matching, pink and black, micro mini-dresses.)


CASH: “There’s only one person who could stand next to a couple STONE COLD FOXES (BLONDES smirk seductively) and walk away HOTTER THAN THE EQUATOR … and you’re lookin’ at him! Ask Philly. Ask Amarillo. Hell, ask Kenny Kuroyammy’s mammy ‘cause I can almost guarantee even the Japs felt the SHOCKWAVES from my EPIC PERFORMANCE at It’s Always Shady in Philadelphia. (smirks) That’s why your girl’s lockin’ herself in the bathroom, hookin’ her JOHNNY DEEP up to a NINE VOLT, and tryin’ to recreate the LANE CASH EXPERIENCE. (holds up hands) My bad, fellas. I’d love to tell you to blame your Commissioner, but all he did was line ‘em up. It was yours truly who CHECKED THEIR CHINS. Three up, three down like I was Nolan Ryan. I knew … yeah, you know what that means, his daughter Wendy - also known as the Ryan Express. She called for The Heater OVER AND OVER AGAIN!”

(DALLAS presses up against LANE and rubs his chest.)

CASH: “And don’t think I haven’t heard about the sh(bleep!) spewing out of those TRASH RECEPTACLES that you armchair quarterbacks call mouths either! Don’t think I haven’t heard you saying all I did was beat a bunch of nobodies! I get that in the midst of a SUPERSTAR like LANE CASH (BLONDES nod) even a brute such as Mystery Meat is a pushover. Aside from my GQ looks, my not-so-modest bankroll, and my endless amounts of NATURAL TALENT, it’s not easy bein’ me. I’m my own worst enemy ‘cause I make it all seem so … EFFORTLESS. So you go, in your whiny, prepubescent voices, (high, screechy voice) Mystery Meat sucks. Well, go on YouTube, actually click past your Spandex Pants playlist, and you’ll be able to find a vid of Mystery Meat deadlifting an Eighty-Eight VOLVO STATION WAGON for reps. (curls lip, tilts head left to right) Not bad, but still not enough to coax even a drop of sweat. Then my good friend Pete Windham runs out my THIRD CONSECUTIVEopponent … COJONES MERCADO, who’s served under GREATS such as EDDIE MAYFIELD and ARMANDO MONTEZUMA. (nods) He’s been around the block, but he’d never seen an ATHLETIC MARVEL, who could do the things I do. So I let him have SHOTTIE for a test ride and when he started askin’ for a BARF BAG, I kept the accelerator buried and dumped him out the side door on his head. (shrugs) That’s LIFE IN THE FAST LANE, kids.”

(BUNNY clutches onto the inside of LANE’s elbow with one hand and runs the other down his sleeve tattooed arm.)

CASH: “That’s why when I catch these mouth breathers, like FRED CALDWELLER, plopped down on his chair like a FAT TOAD, talking about me taking it to the NEXT LEVEL (shakes head) all I can do is chuckle. They want to see me matchup against that nut job Teddy Alexander or Kenny Kuroyama. Well, they must have got the better end of the WISHBONE SPLIT ‘cause all their hopes and fantasies are comin’ to fruition at RELOADED EX-EX. When LANE CASH, the man who keeps turnstile technicians everywhere underpaid and overworked, opens the show against the hardliner from waaay down the YELLOWBRICK ROAD (pauses for effect) ‘The Emerald City Eliminator’ Kenny Kuroyama! I keep hearin’ about your smarts, your courage, and your heart, but those are THROWAWAY qualities, Kenny. It’s SKILL that keeps THIRTY THOUSAND, most workin’ with about only half their synapses firin’, from gettin’ bored and reverting to eating week-old popcorn off the floors. It’s about the STARPOWER.”

(LANE points his head back over his shoulder toward the glass wall.)

CASH: “Do you think the masses flock to Vegas ‘cause everybody’s workin’ real hard out here? (purses lips, shakes head) Not a chance … it’s the BRIGHT LIGHTS and the BIG SHOWS that make them dump their measly savings into a city that takes their cash and sends them back to workin’ DOUBLES at the Call Center. (smirks) You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. You can chuck those VCR tapes into somebody’s dumpster fire ‘cause there’s no Avery Prosser to impress here. You’re up in the Show now. There’s no Good job and pat on the rear. Then again, maybe I’ve got it spun around. Maybe they’re bringin’ up the name ‘Aho’ ‘cause you’re consumed by this business. You can sleep in your singlet all you want, Kenny, but the business will spit you out the other side just the same. (nods) You’ll end up the SECOND MOST JADED masseur in Greater Seattle. (chuckles) Just like at RELOADED, when you find out all that HARD WORK (BLONDES giggle) is only good for SECOND PLACE. (smirks)”

(FADEOUT)
 
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"New car, caviar, four-star daydream..."

"We're not... in Vegas anymore... Toto."

(The scene opens in the nation's capital... away from the glitz and glam of a desert oasis and into stark grittiness of an East Coast urban setting. Once again, the camera opens inside another local boxing club, although the culture and patronage looks remarkably different from the Irish-influenced, white-dominated gym back in Boston. Clearly, this isn't the place the tourists visit on their sight-seeing trips to D.C. But for some others, who aren't quite as bothered by racial tensions, it serves its purpose. Once again in a far corner, we find KERRY KUROYAMA off to himself, apart from the regulars, occupying himself with a series of chin-ups on a bar set a couple meters off the ground. Beads of sweat roll down the young athletes back, implying that he's been at this for a while. By sheer irony, Pink Floyd's "Money" is playing on the nearby portable radio on the bench next to his stuff.)

"I'm beginning to learn... just how much... of a roller coaster... this business can be."

(He addresses the camera between reps, before finally reaching a limit and dropping to the floor. As he turns to show his face, we can see he's appearing without that usual youthful zest. Instead, his features have hardened to an expression of determination and steeled will.)

"I left Boston after Reloaded 19 riding on Cloud Nine, feeling good about myself after a hard-fought victory over a tough and determined opponent in 'Da Man' Xavier Langston. Then arrived at Brawl 68 in Oklahoma City, where I was brought crashing back down to earth courtesy of a human steamroller like Teddy Alexander. I thought I had all the skill and preparation I needed to outlast that juggernaut... and indeed, there were moments where it looked like I was going to pull through. In the end, though, I misjudged the Philadelphian Nightmare's monstrous tenacity, and nearly got my head kicked off for it."

(He shakes his head, pursing his lips briefly into a grimace as the sting of defeat hits him again.)

"I'm disappointed in myself. I really wanted to go out there and prove to the world that even this early on in my New Frontier career, I could still stand and compete on a championship level. But clearly, there's still much for me to learn in that ring... and I just have to keep chipping away, doing what I can to improve myself and prevent those mistakes from happening again. Better to learn that lesson now, than later down the line, when something potentially more valuable is at stake."

(His attitude softens as he speaks on the silver lining in the cloud, and briefly towels himself down before speaking to the camera again.)

"The critics might point at that loss and say it's evident that I'm not living up to the hype surrounding me, or whatever... but if you ask me, a truly 'great' wrestler isn't so much defined by how consistently he can out there and find ways to win, but also how he can handle himself in the rare occasions he's handed a defeat. So I feel that all that's left now is to make the most of it... to turn this unfortunate set-back into the impetus I need to push myself further in NFW. I feel it's important that I go back into that ring and prove to the masses that the loss proves nothing... only that I'm more motivated that ever to overcome whoever may stand across from me in that ring."

"So I congratulate you, Teddy Alexander... but understand that next time you and I come face to face between those ropes, it's going to be a much different story. Best of luck to you in your pursuit for the Triple Crown Championship, although if you ask me, knowing the Cartridge Cruiser in the way that I came to know him back in Seattle, I'd say you're well on the path toward your own disappointing finish."

(He pulls from his Dojo-issued duffle bag the latest t-shirt out of New Frontier's merch department: the new official Kerry Kuroyama t-shirt, bright green in color with the Kanji character for "arashi" emblazoned across the front in thick black strokes. Rocking his colors)

"As for myself, though... I'm moving on from Brawl 68, and looking forward to Reloaded 20, taking place in just a few days right here in Washington D.C. It will be there at 'the Grand Double-Ecks' where I intend to respond to this shortcoming in a big way, by trying to pick up another big win. But I don't expect it to be an easy task, as I'll be standing across the ring from Lane Cash, a man who boasts gifted talents and starpower as his two greatest assets."

"Lane... allow me to begin by humbly recognizing your impressive qualities in natural ability and charisma. Judging by the company you're often seen in, you're clearly a man to be envied in those respects. And, perhaps that's why you've gained the favor of the Commissioner... because he sees in you a man who can use put God-given talents to use and make this company a lot of money in the process. If that's the path of life you choose, then power to you... the weight of a fine woman on your shoulder is nice, to be certain."

(He stops the portable radio in the middle of Roger Waters singing about money being the root of all evil, and stows it away in the bag.)

"Personally speaking, though... I don't know if feel it's as nice as holding up the weight of a championship belt, that was put there on your own determined effort."

"When it comes to my own level recognition, Lane, I feel it's a thing to be earned by focusing more on the sport, rather than the spectacle that 'superstar wrestlers' like you have made it out to be. I want people to come see me for the athlete that I am, rather than being a celebrity. I'll create my own starpower and fill those seats by leaning on those very qualities you so callously pass off as 'throwaway'. Practice, patience, perseverance... those things the hip, sarcasm-fueled pop culture of today's sports entertainment industry deem as vanilla. Certainly lacking in flair, but at the end of the day, for as boring as it all gets perceived, the fans still come out to see it, and they remember it when they go home."

"Those fans may look at you now, Lane, and wish they had the things you have... like you're a living constant reminder that they are all born to be losers. But I don't fly that way. I go into that ring to prove to those fans that champions aren't born; they're made. I want to inspire those fans to believe they can have anything they want, so long as they work hard and have the willingness to reach out and take it. That's the very message I want to give these fans here in Washington, D.C., by putting your shoulders to mat, and showing all those people that come out to see Peter Windham's vaunted Showcase that natural ability and starpower will only get you so far in this sport if you're not willing to advance yourself beyond those levels."

"Greatness isn't an entitlement; it has to be earned... and for as much as you curse those critics, you'll never silence them until you step up and prove them wrong. But I don't see that willingness in you, Lane, to be perfectly honest. You seem to already think you're on that level, and you never needed to do anything to earn that regard. You're more interested in letting fame come to you rather than going out and taking it for yourself. That's why you're in for a bad night at Reloaded XX, and why I will reach that level of greatness before you."

(Gathering together the last of his belongings, he zips up the bag and slings it over his shoulder, making his way to the exit with the camera following.)

"And it's more than just watching tapes and taking notes that will get me there, Lane. For that matter, it's more than my own natural abilities, gifted to me by two prior generations of professional wrestlers with the last name 'Kuroyama'. What is it then? Xavier Langston proved to me that he knows what it is, and he could probably tell you something about it... although something tells me your friend the Commissioner is going to be told a bit sooner. You can't pin it all on one thing, though, because the truth is, it's everything. No one quality is 'throwaway' in my eyes. I try to be the best of what I am in every aspect... and I strive to make my only vulnerability to simply be the willingness to fight clean, and not make everything about personal vendettas."

"Hence, I feel, these comparisons to the acclaimed Evan Aho. For as much as you see him as a man consumed by this industry, Cash, even you can't deny that he's still being talked about and remembered this long after his brief but memorable campaign. At the same time, though, I want to make it abundantly clear, that I am NOT Evan Aho. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered that people make that comparison... as Aho is regarded as a hero by many back home in Seattle. But years from now, when all is said and done, I want the public opinion to know that at the time of his arrival, Kerry Kuroyama was forging his own path, instead of following another's."

(He respectfully nods to the graying old man working behind the counter before coming to a stop at the door, looking at the camera a final time.)

"I don't make warnings or threats unless warranted, Cash, so don't expect any of that out of me at this time. Only understand that I'm walking into that ring looking to answer for what I couldn't get done at Brawl 68. You can dismiss all that motivation as inconsequential, but blind confidence won't help you once that bell rings. You can sell tickets... you can get all the ladies... but none of that is going to stop me from doing whatever it takes to drop you onto that canvas and pick up the three."

"Take a lesson from Dorothy: when the storm comes, you better get down and brace yourself... otherwise, it will blow you away."

(He steps through the door and we go to black.)
 

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Re: "New car, caviar, four-star daydream..."

(MULTIPLE BURSTS OF STATIC interlaced with the NFW logo. DUTCHTILT on JACK HARMEN, holding the NFW World Championship in front of a waving NFW banner. A cigarette dangles from his lips.)

JACK HARMEN: If Mayfield (coughs and spits) wants to put me up against one of three members of the Hellfire Club, well, they’re going to have to wonder just WHICH version of the Lunatic they’re gonna get.

(HARMEN pulls out a duffle bag and DROPS it at his feet. He unzips, and removes a FAKEPulse mask.)

JACK HARMEN: Perhaps I’ll channel our former dearly departed world champion, and turn myself into the MARATHON MAN.

(HARMEN tosses the mask to the floor. He pulls out a HOCKEY MASK.)

JACK HARMEN: Or perhaps I can bring bad luck to whoever faces me at Reloaded Double X as a reminder of Mayfield’s INEPTITUDE, the faceless THIRTEEN.

(HARMEN drops the mask, it clatters to the floor.)

JACK HARMEN: Or maybe I can wear my tie dye, bust out the lovable oaf, and SUPERFLY myself to the ring.

(HARMEN pats the World Championship on his shoulder.)

JACK HARMEN: Cause this belt, no matter the concussions, no matter the violence, is NOT COMING OFF. Not so JJ can pay for his toll through the New Jersey turnpike. Not so Dorchester can spill his ‘so old it can order itself a scotch’ scotch all over it. Not so Blaine can FINALLY fulfill his EVER DWINDLING POTENTIAL.

(HARMEN leans into the camera, turning the shot into a close up.)

JACK HARMEN: Dorchester wants to bring the violence? I WELCOME IT. I WANT to see blood STAINING the canvas. I can’t WAIT to have an opponent who’s willing to break and circumvent the rules to PUT ME IN THE GROUND. Because, well, that just gives me an excuse to be the dastardly villainous violent vigilante. To make the Hellfire Club BURN for all their past indescretions.

(HARMEN lets go of the camera.)

JACK HARMEN: Whether it’s the ‘I talk too much’ JJ, the proponent of DEATH INCARNATE Dorchester Stratton, or the surprisingly QUIET Blaine Hollywood, know that I’m ready for whoever Mayfield throws my way. The question you have to ask yourselves?

(HARMEN smiles, and walks away from the camera.)

JACK HARMEN: Are you ready for WHATEVER version of ME shows up at Reloaded?

(HARMEN tosses the cigarette over his shoulder. It lands on the duffle bag with the masks, setting them ABLAZE. FADEOUT.)
 

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Pull-up for Pull-up w/ Kenny Kuroyammy


(CUTTO: A sideshot of a pristine MCI E4500 Coach Bus - the right side panel has an airbrushed image of Lane Cash, popping in a black tuxedo from Brioni, standing on a red carpet w/ both Beautiful Blondes at his side in shimmering golden dresses, the trio is surrounded, though at a distance, by dozens of dressed down fans and photographers that are mostly covered by bright bulb flashes - cruising down an unmarked highway. CUTTO: A close-up of a somewhat strained looking LANE CASH with a sparked Lucky Strike hanging from his pursed lips. He (his head) rises out of the shot and then drops back into it, charging hard on his cigarette and then blowing smoke like a coal-powered locomotive.)

CASH: (smirks, shakes head) “Kids say the cutest shit.

(He rises above camera level, then comes back down.)

CASH: “I bet that you’ve been told a whooole lot that you’re about as dry as Susan Sarandon on that stick. Am I right or am I right? (short smirk) You’re not gonna hear that comin’ from me, Kenny, because I party with Suze - (a quick aside) we’re partners in a Co-ed Beach Volleyball League out in Laguna Beach - and, let me say, Sarandon Spring is as wet as you are behind the ears. (knowing nod) But that’s not why I’m not picking on you - I happened to enjoy your little speech, Kenny. I plopped down in the recliner, right here in the MILE LONG CLUB Coach, and watched it beginning to end in just one sitting. You’ve got somethin’ going for you - (furrows brow, tilts head) can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s most definitely not witty rhetoric, or a single ounce of charisma. (wheels keep turning) It’s not your dashing good looks - no, that mug was meant for radio. (faux shivers) I think .. (pauses, then ephiphany!) it’s that occasional gleam of wonderment - a child-like innonence - in those otherwise dead, brown eyes. I can see it, Kenny. I saw it when you were hitting Points A, B, and, who could forget, C out of the Good Guy Playbook. I saw it when you regurgitated - that means to PUKE UP, if you didn’t know - ideals that you’d learned while Rocko Daymon vigorously grappled you, or through stories that your great, great grandma, who I believe, correct me if I’m mistaken, was the first Kuroyammy to wrestle professionally. (acknowledging nod) A squat, load of a woman with a thick, rich mustache. It’s that twinkle I see in your eye when you’re talking about things that you’ve read in a magazine or seen on TEE-VEE.”

(The camera zooms out to reveal an upper body shot of CASH, shirtless, not a bead of sweat visible, who is working out on a ceiling-mounted pull-up bar. He looks down, sternly almost, before shakily/wobbily pulling up and then lowering back down to a dead hang.)

CASH: “Hey (pops a disarming expression) I’m really happy that managed to get outta Philadelphia, Kenny. They should pull up all their ‘Welcome to Philadelphia’ signs and replace them with DEAD END. That’s exactly what Philly is. It smells like a dumpster fire outside a PRO-CHOICE Clinic out there. (takes a drag, exhales) But don’t come in here and talk to me about a good woman on your shoulder not measurin’ up to the weight of a belt like you know somethin’ about it. If I told you that I spent yesterday afternoon bobbin’ for apples with the Blondes, you’d probably remind me it’s Thanksgiving, not Halloween. (chuckles) No judgment here, Kenny. It takes a lot of young men awhile to come out of their shell. If you feel more comfortable sitting down in a dingy basement, wearin’ nothing but your belly button-high tighty whities, watchin’ grainy film of the actual Greatest Show on Earth - Lane Cash - then keep on doin’ you, Kenny. I clearly roll at a different pace than you - both inside the ring and out. But (look of disappointment) for you to come out and call out how I go about business, (pauses for a beat) well, that’s a no class move. (shakes head) I’m not one of the guys who has called you bland and robotic. (defensive) That’s not me, bro. (smirks) You’re not old enough, Kenny, but when you’re all grown up, you’ll understand there’s more than one way to do things. There’s more than just Missionary. (smirks) I can forgive you for realizing I’m a once-in-a-lifetime ATHLETIC MARVEL, for calling me a SUPERSTAR. (nods) I’m great - what can I say? I do run a Fantasy Football League with guys like Bruno Mars, Tyrese, Paul Walker, and Johnny Galecki. Yeah, I play hard out there, but don’t let that trick you into thinking I’ve forgotten how to GO.”

(He comes up - wobbling even worse - then drops back down.)

CASH: “It’s what I do. (cigarette end glows) You can go on and on about showing the fans - I think mouth breathers sticks better - that champions are made, not born … (cackles) but you’re all still losers. You’re trying to be a hero, Kenny, and those pants don’t fit. (takes a drag, exhales) They’re too loose in the crotch. (smirks) This kinda talk is what I was alluding to earlier - you’re trying to rally the poor, rotten-toothed masses around you, telling them to follow your path, and, when things finally reach that fever pitch, they all finally turn to each other and ask Who the BLEEP is Kenny Kuroyammy? (stops) That’s an easy one … NOBODY. That’s why I think it’s a GEN-U-INE KNEESLAPPER that you’re preaching to me about focus. You’re so out of your depth right now that I feel like callin’ for a lifeguard. But, at this point, I don’t think a young David Hasselhoofsten could save you. No sweat off my sack, Kenny, I’ll just push your head underwater like I’ve done to countless married women in the hot tub at my Vegas pad. (smiles, does a head shimmy) I know what you’re going to ask though - you’re better conditioned and have the superior technical prowess - how could I be so confident heading into DEE-SEE? (smirks) Another easy one - somewhere between a Milano and a Lohan on the Lane Cash Scale of Easiness. You gotta quit lobbing these into my wheelhouse, Kenny. Let me tell you why I’m so-very confident - aside from the fact that I earned greatness by being born with it. Sure, you’re gonna get all gay and grapply with me, and you might even feel a semblance of control, but that’s worth about as much as a Kenny Kuroyammy autograph. ‘cause at some point, I’m gonna hit that button - the red one that says DANGER! DO NOT PRESS! I turn on the AFTERBURNERS and, when the smoke clears, you’re flat on your back wonderin’ what just happened. (smirks) It’s nothin’ special to me, but I think you’d call it taking it to the next level. (cocksure grin)”

(The camera pulls back further to show a full shot - LANE CASH, hands still clinging onto the pull-up bar, kneeling on the backs of both BEAUTIFUL BLONDES, who are in a full-on, cleavage-popping kneel, dressed in nothing but white bras and lace panties. The BLONDES are clearly worn out and take on more weight as LANE lets go of the pull-up bar.)

CASH: “Doesn’t matter if it’s off your work, mine, or the Blondes’, because the only thing that counts is my arm being held up at the end. (smirks) It’s good to be King and, yeah, CASH IS KING."

(FADEOUT)
 

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November 18, 2013

Mr. Castor V. Strife
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Los Angeles, CA 90012

dear me,

there hasn't been a day in the last [omitted] where you and a few key "others" haven't graced the inner jello of my sick mind at least once. how is life at the hotel? the night of october 26 2013 was significant for me. finally i got to know what it's like to take everything from a man. almost everything. don't laugh it's true. what is a home if not a habitable monument to the egos we live and die for? hitler's ego led him to stalingrad and no further. your ego has led you to me. no i did not find you, you found me and that is an important distinction.

i am torturing you little by little (and maybe a lot because tonight you sleep on a pillow that you do not own) for a reason. this is not an enjoyable process for me. i didn't wake up one day and decide you were the most important person in my life. you had a hand in making me, and you will take responsibility so help me god. i am your child. your seed. it took some time but i have grown up through the soil into the man you see today. and that is what you should be concerned with. not who i was because i am not him any longer but who i am right now! today! you wouldn't recognize me anyway.

you're all about the money and the fame. it looks nice on television but all highly flammable. i am the matchbook inside your paper castle. i need only strike once to burn you instantly. i did it at 19 and i will do it again at 20.

how many nickels would you sell your own mother for? you commercialized [omitted]. i used to be an atheist but now i believe in god because you surely are the devil. with this cage as my sword i am going to stab you through like the archangel. call this match "the feast of st. michael". your accounts become my accounts. your wives become my wives. your gold, your respect, et. al.

what was it like to destroy your home and belongings? this was a heavy act on my part. we have all watched as you've done the same to men countless times. for a moment i was overjoyed. then, i can honestly say i felt remorse and perhaps i went too far. i don't know. it's too late now and that road has been traveled. count to 9 and die. soon soon soon.

sincerely,

castor v. stryfe
 

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Not Playing Games Anymore

[FADE IN: on TEDDY ALEXANDER standing before a Frontier Revolution Star backdrop with mic in hand and disdain on his lips. He snarls at the camera and shakes his head.]

TEDDY ALEXANDER:
“Leyenda. I hope you’re payin’ attention now. I hope you’re really listenin’. I hope what I said to you at Reloaded sunk into dat masked head of yours and got through all video game references and secret cheat codes.

“I HOPE you’re payin’ attention to me now.”

[Snarl.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“Want some more banter? Wanna have a little ol’ chit-chat about things?”

[TEDDY holds out a fist at the camera.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“SPEAK INTO DA MICROPHONE!”

[TEDDY shakes his head and points down the barrel of the camera.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“When we have our little ring around da rosies with all them other fannies in D.C., Ocho, I’m gonna toss them out da way and put my fist right through your mask and play puppets with your caved in skull ‘til you get da fuckin’ message.

“I’m not playin’ a game with you, boy.”

[Shakes his head.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“I am not Bowser.

“I am not in Mario Land or fuckin’ Zelda or any of dis other damn nonsense.”

[Snickers.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“See… just coz you connect with Gen Y makin’ references to your little video games, since da only real world experience these nerds have is through an avatar, doesn’t mean you and your little keyboard warriors can stop… THIS!”

[Thumbs himself in the chest.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“They can all cheer you. They can all rally behind you. They can all put you up on a pedestal but da fact remains dat I will tear your stupid head from your stupid shoulders and spill your stupid blood ALL OVER dat damn ring.

“I will get my match with you. I will get my shot at dat belt.

“And then you’ll understand this isn’t a game.”

[Shakes his head.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“I’m not somethin’ you play with, Leyenda.

“I’m somethin’… you… should fear.”

[Nods slowly.]


TEDDY ALEXANDER:

“Let da bodies…. HIT!... da flooooorrrrrr!”

[FADE to BLACK!]
 

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Re: Not Playing Games Anymore

"You know, Ted, you've got a point about this whole 'talking' thing."

(Fade to Leyenda de Ocho, standing in front of a very pixelated NFW backdrop. No extra fluff.)

LDO: "What do Link, Mario, Crono, Ness, and a hundred other heroes have in common?

They're Silent Protagonists. They fight through wave after wave of enemies, and they don't say a word.

Maybe there's something to that. What's that old line from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly? 'When you have to shoot, shoot - don't talk'.

You'll never listen to my point of view, you'll never respect what I have to say, the journey I have gone through to get to this point - fine. You're a blunt instrument that only understands this Law of the Jungle stuff, kill or be killed? Fine. Come Reloaded XX?

I'm not talking."

(Ocho holds up a sign that reads, "I'M SHOOTING". He drops it, revealing a second sign that reads "...". FTB)
 

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Re: Not Playing Games Anymore

[OPEN ON: NFW superstar “Da Man” Xavier Langston is sitting on some white steps, reclining with his elbows resting on one of the stairs. He’s dressed in a John Wall Wizards red road jersey with black long sleeves under it, as well as some South Pole jeans and Timberland boots. In the background of the shot, non-descript people walk up and down the stairs.]

LANGSTON: Y’know, it’s been a bit of a crazy time up in the Sooner state, y’all. Between Brawl 68 and BRAWLSGIVING, I’ve been makin’ some waves an’ takin’ some names. But it seems to me like I’m a bit...well, forgotten in this whole eight man tag team scene at RELOADED XX.

[Xavier kicks up his legs and pushes off with his elbows, kicking himself to his feet. His dirty blonde dredlocks flop around a bit before settling just above his shoulders.]

LANGSTON: Teddy Alexander and Leyenda De Ocho, dey got their beef, an’ somethin’ tells me it’s gon’ get bloody before it’s all said an’ done. Da Black Market an’ Da Dragons, dey beef is jus’ getting’ started, an’ dey gon’ tear dat house down if dey gotta kick through each an’ every brick holdin’ da Verizon Center up an’ break it down.

Dat leaves me in a bit of a position here. Ya see, I ain’t got no score to settle up in dis piece. Sure, maybe some shit happened at BRAWLSGIVIN’, but I’m willin’ ta bet dat I ain’t no one’s primary focus.

[Langston shrugs nonchalantly as he walks down the stairs he’s been standing on.]

LANGSTON: But dat’s fine.

Dere was once a black man dat wasn’t even taken seriously by his own party, an’ he’s now da mos’ powerful man, not only in Washington DC, but in da world. An’ whether or not ya like his methods, he made every moment count when it was his time ta shine.

Dat’s my roadmap for dis match.

I’mma come into this thing an’ make wit’ the good teamwork, cause this is a team match, an’ da bes’ team is gonna win. But when it’s my time...whenever I get my hand tagged into dis match, you bes’ believe I’mma dominate in dat ring. I don’t care if I gotta shove Big Angry Teddy from Philly’s “microphone” back down his own throat. I don’t care if I gotta fight back a whole Legion single-handedly, stemmin’ da tide o’ da Age o’ Chaos by killin’ off its leader. An’ I don’t care if I gotta chop down one or both o’ those walkin’ trees dat Legion walks around wit’ usin’ nothin’ but my hands and feet. I’mma do what it takes to put my name out dere. I’mma do what it takes to win dis match fo’ my team.

[A smile from Da Man as he taps on his chest with his right index finger.]

LANGSTON: Because my “SCORE” is gon’ be dat Warp Pipe.

An’ once dat score is in my hands, I’mma go on to RANDOM RUMBLE and show the whole wide world why I AM DA MAN! An’ My WILL...Is...LAW!

[Cut]
 

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[Standing before the camera are the Chromatic Dragons. Ancalagon is looking at the camera, gesturing towards it with his cane. Omega Zero has his head down, dressed in his black cloak with the hood up. Black Zack Dragon faces the camera, gripping his right fist in his left hand.]

ANCALAGON: Fear, Teddy?

Amongst normal men, I can see why you believe you should be feared. You are referred to as The Brutalitarian for a reason, after all. Deep down, perhaps Leyenda fears you, perhaps not. But on this night, with us by his side, he will have nothing to fear, primarily because he will not have to watch his backside, wondering if you will strike him when he isn’t looking. That, I promise you, will be covered. Whether it’s by this dragon...

[Here Ancalagon taps the head of his cane against the chest of Black Zack Dragon.]

ANCALAGON: ...or this one...

[Here Ancalagon reaches up and taps the cloak-covered chest of Omega Zero.]

ANCALAGON: ...he will not need fear your sneakiness so long as he teams with us. If anything, Teddy, perhaps you should be the one balking in fear at the prospect of being across the ring from the four of us, not the other way around. After all, we’re united in our quest to defeat you. You’re the one teamed with a bunch of men that would just as soon tear down the foundation of this match and leave you to fend for yourself as they would compete by your side.

How do you believe you would fare if left to your own devices against the Fellowship of the Ring? I know Leyenda would like to show you that he can stand up to you, but even if something happens that prevents him from doing so, where would you look for your next challenge? Would you try your luck against Da Man?

Nah; he’d probably embarrass you because it’s fun.

Maybe you’d like to go a few rounds with the dragon whose very touch could corrode your flesh and bones into a soupy nothingness?

Or perhaps you would like to test how long you would fare against the very essence of bone-chilling winter himself? Maybe you’d like a shot to do what no man has been able to do so far in the New Frontier? Maybe you dream of being able to be the first man to take Omega Zero off of his feet and pin his shoulders to the mat?

ZERO[head still down]: Keep dreaming.

ANCALAGON: Continue to look at Leyenda De Ocho and look to show him why you deserve to be the top contender to the Triple Crown Title. This is a goal we can empathize with, as we will be doing the same to your partners across the way. But be aware that the eyes of the Dragons are upon you. Attempt to Pearl Harbor the Triple Crown Champion, like you did when you first got back here, and you may find yourself trapped under the Dragon’s Claws.

[Ancalagon lowers his head and places the cane down on the ground in front of him, gripping it with both hands. It’s at this point that Black Zack Dragon takes his right hand out of his left and points his index finger at the camera.]

DRAGON: Black Market! It seems you three mortals are a bit hard of hearing...or comprehension...one of the two.

Before Reloaded 19, we came out and we said that we would be keeping a close eye on the tag team title scene here in the New Frontier. We said we would be watching your defense very closely. And yet, here it is, just a short time later, and you have to ask us if we saw what you did to Malik and Jack Bryant?

Fine. Let the immortals spell it out for you, Bandit. We saw what you did to Done Did It, Inc., and it was quite a feat. Both Jack Bryant and Malik Anderson are talented individuals. But the thing is, mortals, that they were just that: individuals, a house divided. And in case you haven’t heard the saying...or don’t remember it...a house divided cannot stand. It will eventually fall. In that same strategy, you will have no such luck with The Chromatic Dragons. We are a house united. We are well-prepared for the chaos you three thrive in.. But most of all...we get a shot at the three of you now, before our title shot. We get a shot at taking you down a peg before our time to rise comes calling. And BELIEVE ME, by the time it’s all said and done, you will know why people whisper about us being the ones to close The Black Market. Our message will leave an...unforgettable...impression.

[Here is where Omega Zero raises his head and looks at the camera with his white eyes.]

ZERO: Death shall come, Graverobbers. Your death. You will not survive the cold.

[Zero lowers his head once more, while Ancalagon raises his head and cane. The head looks at the camera, and the top of the cane points at said camera.]

ANCALAGON: Welcome to your dying, Army of Darkness.
 

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Fait Accompli

(FADEIN: A crackling fireplace, wood popping and splintering from the flame, embers curling into the air. The camera pans over to the left, where we are greeted with a seated BLAINE HOLLYWOOD, wearing a ‘winter-white’ suit with a loosened black bowtie, matching satin black lapels on his jacket. He reclines in a high-backed leather chair, his fingers steepled. Next to him on the end table, is a framed photograph of the “ROCK n’ ROLL GANGSTERS” - the infamous tagteam of “Godfather” Paul Tonelli and a shockingly young LAMONT HOLLYWOOD - both men in their mid 20’s, wild-eyed and covered in blood, smiling and holding 80’s versions of tagteam belts in a locker room, TONELLI has his hand wrapped around a bottle of whiskey harder than his half of the gold. H’WOOD SENIOR points a thumb at himself, smugly. H’WOOD JUNIOR has grown a beard (!) and has a closely-buzzed scalp, a new look for him. He growls at no one in particular)

H’WOOD: “HOW FITTING, John Harmen, that my father, the famous “Manager to the Stars” did not become that after filling out an application or standing in line at a television studio, hoping to catch the eye of a booker, fresh out of a unemployment line from a closed steel mill. OH NO! My father was, possibly still is one of the most decorated tag team champions in this business. After that, a promising singles career. After that, he managed SIXTEEN men to heavyweight championships. And then after that - the most highly-sought after and highest paid color man in the world. How FITTING, John Harmen, that the whispers now turn to Blaine Hollywood, the son who hasn’t “Lived up to his potential”, (grits teeth) whom, after being reminded WEEKLY from this godforsaken promotion, that I was beaten in the Ultratitle by a man who is a ZERO SUM. People had nothing to say when I was holding a death grip on the NFW World Tag championship . . . Now… I’m the butt of jokes. BLAINE HOLLYWOOD GETS WHISPERED ABOUT IN THE HALLWAYS. NO MORE. no more. . . (closes his eyes and leans back)

“You see, John Harmen, the Hellfire Club was no more than a relationship built on convenience to me. I let JJ DeVille do the talking. I let JJ DeVille represent the Hellfire Club. I LET JAY-JAY . . . lead. (squints). Notice that is something that I acquiesced to, and this is where I sit in this company now. (looks around) DISSATISFIED. UNFULFILLED. (eyes alight!) HUNGRY.”

“Don’t let that trash-milk smelling CHURL of a former champion cloud your mind. Blaine Hollywood, even on a losing streak is STILL your better, John. YOU know it. THE NFW UNIVERSE KNOWS it’s a matter of time before I take my seat upon the top of Wrestling, and at Reloaded Twenty, Eddie Mayfield, that water-headed MILKSOP of a president had better make the RIGHT decision, because I’ve been rudderless for too long. Calvin Carlton, I owe you a MIDGET-SIZED RECEIPT for your poor management of my career, and I expect to cash it very soon. I have floundered being surrounded by the wrong people for TOO long. Mayhaps it’s time that I righted the ship, returning to the glory and brilliance of an OXONIAN. Mayhaps the first step comes at… RELOADED TWENTY, and very possibly over the dying body of John Harmen, the soon to be EX-Champion of New Frontier Wrestling.”

“The words that escape my lips, carried on a gossamer wing, reach your ears as GOSPEL, and the word of a HOLLYWOOD, (smirks) is as GOOD AS GOLD. Vainglorious.”

(Rubs hands evilly as we FADE TO BLACK)
 
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