XWE Presents: No Regrets-Atlanta, Georgia: Week 8

[Hylian]

XWE Live! Presents: No Regrets! Live from Atlanta, Georgia!

-Main Event for the World Wrestling Championship-

Mischeif(c) vs Big Pappi vs Raevin

XWE Championship

Hardcore Hitman(c) vs Gravedigger

Iron Man Championship, a second chance...
Hylian(c) vs Van Samanya

XWE Middleweight Championship: TLC Match
The Platinum Warrior(c) vs Mr. Great

Steel Cage Match
Deanie vs Wei-Yan

Debut Match for Dr.Phate
Dr. Phate vs Damian Satania

Triple Threat
Frankie G vs Fuse vs Tyrant

Floyd Rose vs Lupo Roland

[Van]

*The scene fades in to an eager Matthew Benedict, standing outside of the Georgia Dome arena. Behind him is a wide variety of people, of all ages, colors, and stereotypes. Vendors stand behind their counters as fans line up in front of them, waiting to purchase some memorabilia for tonight’s Pay-Per-View, promising to be one of the best. In the corner of the camera is a ticket booth, full of working staff. Security stands behind them with dark shades and their arms behind their backs, surveying the area constantly*

Matthew: Hello everyone! This is Matthew Benedict reporting live for XWE News, standing here outside of the Georgia Dome!

*The camera cuts to inside the arena, where Matthew is being shown live, looking big and bold on the Titan Tron. Fans clap, whistle, and scream their thanks at the man on the screen*

Matthew: Tonight’s Main Event is one of the most anticipated of the year. Newly crowned champion Mischeif takes on a rising superstar, Raevin, as Big Pappi looks to make a dent in XWE history, wanting to claim the gold for his own.

*The camera cuts again to Larry and Nigel, respectively behind their XWE tables, adjusting their headsets before warmly welcoming the crowd*

Larry: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to our third Pay-Per-View of the year, as my partner and I await the opening pyro, to get this thing started. But before I do, we go live to inside one of our superstars locker rooms, where he stands with Katelyn Ross in the back. Katelyn?

*The camera cuts to a woman with long, curly blonde hair, with her woman-suit thrown together. Overall, she looks like she just woke up, but she stands waiting to make her money. Wow, that entire paragraph sounds so ambiguous...*

Katelyn: Good evening guys, how are you doing over there?

Nigel: Just fine, Katelyn.

Katelyn: That was sort of a rhetorical question, but okay.

*Van Samanya steps in from the side of the camera, wearing his big shades and a smile on his face*

Katelyn: I’m here with XWE’s beloved Van Samanya, who has another opportunity here tonight to defeat his bitter rival, James Hearst Hylian.

*She turned to Van, raising her microphone even closer to her mouth*

Katelyn: Van, how do you feel about your chances tonight?

*She leaned the microphone from her mouth to his, as he quickly answered the question*

Van: Well, Katelyn, I feel like I can take lives in a single punch, so you tell me how I’m feeling.

Katelyn: Wow, that’s kind of not what I was asking for.

Van: Oh. You meant...

Katelyn: Yeah.

Van: Oh! Well. Tonight is one of the night’s I’m going to have to step it the fuck up, if I want to win this championship. Although I feel like I’m out of it’s league, it’s still a title. And it if it’s a title, then it’s a landmark in my career as the long path ahead unwinds, and I have to keep walking until I get to the Hall of Fame...

*That metaphor of an answer seemed to have surprised Larry and Nigel, who are in view of the camera with their jaws down and a unique look on their faces. But the camera cuts back to the interview before it really gets embarrassing*

Katelyn: This is my guess, and my opinion. But, I want you to tell me if I’m wrong. Do you think it’ll be a down-to-the-wire win for you?

Van: Well, I took a shower this morning, and actually ate breakfast for once. During those activities, I’ve been thinking of ways to defeat Hylian. I sort of...”replayed” exactly what happened at my previous loss against him, and I think I’ve worked out what I’ve done wrong. Me and my trainer got in the ring last week, watched some film, and did some practicing. So, we’ll see.

*Van took off his glasses and put them on his head, as the fluorescent lights shined off of the lens as leaned his weight from side to side*

Katelyn: The bitter taste of defeat has followed you with it’s stinky trail as you’ve seemingly struggled at the big times.

Van: What does that mean?

Katelyn: Have you thought about what would happen if you lost, again?

Nigel: Got ‘em!

*Van looked up towards Nigel, and gave him a “why would you do that?” face, and made some inappropriate gestures with his hands. Van turned back towards Katelyn with an apologetic face*

Van: Sorry Katelyn. Did you ask, what happens if I lose again?

Nigel: Duh.

*Van glanced at Nigel again, as Larry backhanded him in the face, arising some laughs from the fans behind them*

Van: Well, Katelyn. I’ve come to a few conclusions about what happens if I go home empty handed. The first one was to keep going at it until I finally win, but Lord knows how long that would take. My second option would be to assassinate Hy-

*Van stopped in the middle of his sentence with an “oops” face. Katelyn give him a weird look, and stepped back a little bit*

Van: My third option would be to possibly schedule myself some time away from the XWE, as this would mark my second title shot in a row, and my second time not taking advantage of the opportunity in front of me.

Katelyn: So, you’re telling me you’ve been thinking about having a break?

Van: Well, you never know what could happen in the ring. I could get injured, could sprain something. I could die, too. You don’t know until it happens. But I think I need a rest once in a while, you know?

Katelyn: Alright. A few more questions here. After celebrating working with this company for over a year now, how have you changed throughout?

Van: Well. A few things have changed, a few things haven’t. First of all, I got married to...the most beautiful woman in the world. Love ya, wifey. Uh...I’ve worked out more, and my muscles have substantially improved.

*Van rolls up his already short sleeve to the edge of his shoulder, bring his forearm up to his chin, flexing his left arm in her face*

Van: Go ahead, touch it.

*Katelyn hesitantly touched the middle of the arm where the muscle was the biggest*

Katelyn: My god! Go on!

Van: Well, without Gravedigger, I wouldn’t be where I am right now, and that’ll never change. I still look up to him, literally, and spiritually. I’ve won Tag Team titles, establishing myself as an agile and worthy opponent, posting good numbers in terms of wins and losses. I personally think I can only go up from there.

*The camera cuts to their desk for a quick interval*

Nigel: He sounds a little extra confident!

Larry: Indeed he does, Nigel. But he has all the reason to.

*The camera cuts back to Van, who was still making his list*

Van: And finally, I think I’ve grown to be more than just a superstar. Taking on the responsibilities of a husband, and friend, and a son hasn’t been easy. Doing them all at once, is even more of a risk. In my corner, I have my entire family here with me tonight, giving me the edge of the 10th man, literallly, here tonight.

Larry: And that’ll be the difference here tonight, if everything goes as planned. Hylian’s corner seems a little empty...

Van: Is there anything else you have to ask?

*Just then, the camera zoomed out some as Danielle came from the same side as her man, easing herself into his arms without much difficulty at all as he welcomed her in*

Katelyn: Well, now that you mention it, I think we’ve got everything covered. Matthew?

*The scene cuts to Matthew in front of a parked hot dog vendor, just outside the arena as they exchange cash for food. Matthew takes a bit and nods at the vendor before turning around, seeing the camera in his face*

Matthew: Ach tinks tats all, Katlib.

*Matthew shouldn’t really talk with his mouth full, is the lesson learned here*

Van: Well, until then...

*Van moved his head in to Danielle’s lips as he gave her a peck, and then another...and then another...*

Katelyn: Stay tuned for more XWE action, next!

*The scene fades to black as Van and Danielle move out of the picture, Katelyn stepping back again as black eventually takes over the screen*

Promo 1.

[Nick]

*The scene starts with Mischeif parking into the parking lot of the restaurant, and exiting his car. He locks it and walks inside the restaurant. He notices Sara is by herself at the table, late again, shit. He shrugs it off and walks over to the table and sits down.*

Mischeif:[/color] Sorry about the inconvenience, you kno...

Sara:[/color] Yeah, I know, the stupid assholes who glamor over the fact you are a champion of one you wrestle others in tights.

*Deep, he thought. What a bitch. He's figured that out though, he just smiles and flicks something at her and gets up to get something to eat. He ends up getting a glass of water, and a salad. He kind of just stares at Sara and laughs.*

Sara:[/color] What is so funny now?

Mischeif:[/color] I find it kind of ironic you want to go out and eat and you know, you don't eat at all. I kind of figured most women don't eat on a dinner date or whatever.

Sara:[/color] It just so happens I'm pleasantly full.

Mischeif:[/color] *mumbles* Full of what? My cock in your mouth before?

Sara:[/color] Pardon? I didn't quite catch that.

*Mischeif just laughs and shakes his head. She didn't quite catch that, and he picks up a couple more pieces of lettuce and chews it in his mouth and laughs. To attempt to counteract Mischeif's statement of her not eating, she ends up getting a huge meal.*

Mischeif:[/color] I'd rather have you starving than fucking pigging out. I swear, you'll just get...

Sara:[/color] Get what?

*Mischeif's face goes blank. Shit. Shit, shit. He just realized he brought up the wrong thing at the wrong time, if at any time if it was necessary. You definitely don't mention it to a girl if they will get fat over something.*

Mischeif:[/color] Get full. You might get a stomach ache.

*He knew that she knew he was full of shit. Big time. Not small shit, but a huge pile of it, just stinking up the place. In this case, whatever the hell he said that came out of his mouth. Most likely will end up being bullshit. He decided to shut his mouth and just eat, and eventually they left in his car. She took the bus the whole way here. They drive back to his place, and the scene ends there as they walk inside into his house.*

[raevin]

*Scene opens with Raevin simply lounging on his couch in his room. The camera zooms on for the crowd to see him better as the cheers from the ring can be heard growing louder. The camera moves in on his face we see that his eyes are closed and small earbud headphones are in. Raevin's head is slowly bobbing up and down to the beat of the music when his door opens slowly. A petite woman enters the room looking it over apprehensively before laying eyes on Raevin. Still unaware of her presence he begins to hum along with the song. The woman smirks and walks over to him. She extends a hand to his arm and gently touches it. Raevin jumps off the couch looking back at the woman, the music from his iPod still blaring in his ears. He looks her over and looks at her quizzically.*

Raevin: Ummmmm...... Hi?

Woman: (frowning) Awwww... you don't remember me?

Raevin: I'm sorry. I guess i don't.

Woman: (Still frowning) And we spent all that time in your apartment back when we were young.

*Raevin's eyes widened as he lunged for her bringing her into a tight embrace.*
Raevin: ALIX!!!!!!! How did you find me here?

Alix: What... you think I wouldn't recognize you?

*Raevin puts his arms on Alix's hips as she wraps her arms loosely around his neck as they move closer togethor and kiss.*

Raevin: I missed you. You never called or anything after you left.

Alix: Well..... there a funny story behind that......

*Raevin moved back a little looking at her skeptically.*
Raevin: Huh? What do you mean a “funny story”?

*Alix put her nads at her hips and looked at Raevin with a very depressed look.*

Alix: I think you better it down.

*Raevin looks at her worried and sits down on the couch. The camera fades black as a faint image of Alix is seen sitting down next to Raevin.*

*End of Promo 1*

[y2gee]

Promo 1

*Mr. Great is shown backstage talking with fellow referee Johnny Ritz.*

Mr. Great: So I hear you'll be the referee for my XWE Middleweight Title match.

Johnny Ritz (looking suspiciously): Yes...

Mr. Great: Well, I have a lot of money and well--

Johnny: Are you bribing me so I will hand you the Middleweight title?

*Mr. Great hands Ritz $500 and then looks at him*

Mr. Great: Not a bribe... Think of it as a "beneficial trade-off" between two friends, where we both benefit.

Johnny: I could get fired! Besides... $500 bucks? What a cheap ass!!!! I make 10 times that in refereeing one match.

Mr. Great: Really? Shit maybe I should be a referee... No but look, I can beat TPW any day, just that I need some back-up. You know just in case a miracle happens or something.

Johnny: You know what? Screw you! Here's an idea: How about you actually fight The Platinum Warrior and beat him fair? Is that so hard. Oh wait that's right you got your ass whopped the last time you fought him! You couldn't beat him if he was tied up to a chair and blindfolded.

*Mr. Great after hearing the monstrosities pushes Johnny to the ramp and he falls. He picks him back up he punches him twice and then grabs his head and slams it on one of the walls. Ritz is now busted open.*

Nigel: Oh, come on! That was totally uncalled for.

Larry: He didn't want to take the bribe! He had it coming!

Nigel: So you would've taken the money?

Larry: $500 bucks? Are you kidding me? I make that in 10 minutes of talking.

*By now, you can hear a roar of boos from the arena side. The camera focuses on Victoria Lennox who is running toward Mr. Great.*

Victoria Lennox (running): Stop!! Mr. Great!!!!!!! What are you doing?

Mr. Great: He started it!

*Mr. Great kicks him one more time.*

Victoria: Stop!!!!!

*A bunch of referees come and help him up and then take him away.*

Victoria: Why are you beating up on referees? Never mind I don't even want to know.... Look I came cus we need to talk.

Mr. Great: About what?

Victoria: Look, not here let's go to your locker room.

Mr. Great (smiling): Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Victoria (rolls her eyes): We're not going to have sex.

*(scene fades)*

[TPW]

(TPW is seen walking in the lobby carrying his bag over one shoulder and his Middleweight title on the other.)

Larry: Well here he is ladies and gentlemen. The XWE Middleweight Champion, The Platinum Warrior, is here.

Nigel: Let's see if our interviewer Katelyn Ross can catch up to him.

Katelyn: TPW, welcome to No Remorse.

(TPW stops and listens to the chants of "TPW" being heard across the arena)

TPW: Thank you and thanks to those loyal Platinumaniacs for giving me that warm welcome with those chants.

(Crowd Cheers, "TPW" chants continued)

Katelyn: Congratulations on your victory over Rise Against Tuesdays last week. How do you and Gravedigger feel about it?

TPW: Even though we should be satisfied with our victory last week, we cannot celebrate just yet because we still have a long way to go before we reach our destination; the XWE Tag Team Championship. Until we reach our destination, we need to keep our minds straight and save our celebrations for later.

Katelyn: Tonight however will be very tough for you to keep your mind straight because you will be defending that title against Mr. Great. Do you have any comments?

TPW: Well Katelyn, all I can say is that when I won the match against Mr. Great two weeks ago, I proved one thing and I proved that pride can prevail over greatness. Tonight will be no different.

Katelyn: We saw that you defeated him with the Hangman's Knot and forced him to tap out. However, there are no pin-falls, no submissions, no DQs and no count outs. You have to climb the ladder and retrieve that Middleweight title that is hovered over the ring in order to win. Not to mention that you are also allowed to use chairs & tables in that match? How can you be confident enough to pick that kind of match?

TPW: Because that's what I'm about. I'm more into the hardcore style of wrestling. You should've known that when I made some modifications for that Buried Alive match I had last month.

Katelyn: Well, do you have any other modifications you want to make in this match?

TPW: I'm just going to leave it as it is. TLC is good enough for me. And hell, Mr. Great from how I see him is more into the high-flying style right?

Katelyn: I think that's correct.

TPW: And sometimes, a specialty match for high flyers include the Ladder match. So I figured what if we mix both styles together and settle our differences in a TLC match, where one wrestler has an advantage and disadvantage at the same time?

Nigel: This is starting to sound really interesting, Larry.

TPW: My point is that he has the high flying advantage. I don't. I have the hardcore advantage. He doesn't. So this will make the match even more unpredictable than the other matches on tonight's card and I guarantee that this match will be match of the night.

(Crowd Cheers & chants "TPW")

Larry: I getting excited to this match already.

Katelyn: One more question before I let you go. You know that your tag team partner will have his chance to challenge Hardcore Hitman for the XWE Championship. How do you feel about that?

TPW: I say it's about time. He fought in a match that could be called match of the year at Golden Road against me and after that, he has been victorious once again. So I hope that he does emerge victorious again tonight but with the XWE title around his waist. Just think. If we both walk out as champions and then we reach to the finals and defeat whoever we're facing, you will see both of us holding two titles each instead of seeing one with two titles and the other with one. That's the kind of image I want to become a reality. After it's all said and done, the Platinum Era will continue, the dark reign will begin and the Urban Legends will ride toward tag team immortality. That is a promise.

(Crowd Cheers)

Larry: We can see that he's confident about three things. His title defense, Gravedigger's title shot and a chance to fight for tag team gold.

Nigel: As long as he stays confident and does not worry about any negatives of any form, we could very well see an era continue and two new eras begin.

End of Promo 1

[willstringer]

[glow=blue,2,300]The scene comes into focus with Gravedigger staring off at nothing as he sits in his change room. Actually the Urban Legends change room. He moves on the chair to get a better position and yet he can't seem to get comfortable. He sighs not really understanding why he feels so impatient but all he can do is just wait and see what happens.[/glow]

Gravedigger looks at the rooms only table and the still unopened envelope sits there as if he doesn't want to read it. Chances are he might be facing his friend in the ring tonight but he can't be too sure about it unless he opens it up.

Reaching out he picks up the envelope and rips off one end of it. Making sure he didn't tare the item apart he looks inside and gives out a sigh of relief when he sees the item intact. Pulling it out with only two fingers Gravedigger opens the card and sees one name on it that he didn't expect to see.

GRAVEDIGGER: "Hardcore Hitman? For the XWE Championship? Its been a while since I faced him. For that matter its been too long since I have gone up against most of the wrestlers that I have known since day one. Well I guess I'll have to deal with it as always."

STACY: "Talking to yourself again I see."

Gravedigger looks up and sees Stacy dressed in a simple dress. She has no makeup on as he studies her, she fidgets with something in her hands.

GRAVEDIGGER: "Well it isn't everyday that I do that, but there is always a first time for everything. Now I assume you are wondering why I am not out in a graveyard at this moment is because of one thing." *He points at the new briefcase sitting in the corner of the room* "There are things in there that even bother me and it is something I don't want to expose you to. Somehow I think a higher calling is needed to understand what the hell is written in there."

STACY: "A higher calling? Will I know you aren't crazy because you were muttering to yourself but these past few weeks has made you...."

GRAVEDIGGER: "Hesitant? Yes or cautious. I think its both. Or I'm flat out scared to actually know what those pages hold. The pictures tell me nothing but the words will give a dark meaning as to what happened. Stacy, Chris is dead we all know that but yet we still saw him standing right there in front of me before all hell broke loose. I need time and your help to solve this puzzle." He takes a deep breath hoping to change the subject. "How are the kids?"

STACY: "They miss there father just as I miss my husband."

Stacy walks around the table and she sits on his lap. With his large arms he wraps her into a crushing hug and when she groans he lessens up to let her breath but he doesn't let her go.

GRAVEDIGGER: "I almost lost you once. I don't want anything to happen to you or the kids. If worse comes to worse."

STACY: "The children and I will be right at your side no matter the cost."

The door bursts open and Matt Benedict stands there smiling down at the two of them.

MATT: "AH! I finally get the chance to talk to the two of you!"

GRAVEDIGGER: "Matt we don't have the time for this."

MATT: "Sorry this comes from the top man himself Hylian. So if you don't mind I'll take a seat here on the table so that we can get under way. Now Gravedigger how do you feel about the match tonight?"

GRAVEDIGGER: "Well it is a bit unexpected but at least I get the chance at a title shot."

MATT: "Yes, yes, all good and all but I want to know how you really feel. Isn't he a friend of yours?"

GRAVEDIGGER: "A friend? Well I do consider him a friend. What has that got to do with it?"

MATT: "It has everything to do with this match. I want to know if your heart will be on the match or will it be constantly on the love of my life sitting on your lap."

STACY: "If you are still going on about that I will have to sue your ass again."

MATT: "Yes well I will always have you in my heart. Now on to other matters. What is in the briefcase?"

Gravedigger mutters under his breath and looks at the briefcase sitting out in the open.

GRAVEDIGGER: "It has something to do with the past Matt. Something that needs to be dealt with in private and yes I know of your hidden cameras, thats why I only deal with it on the plane. I know your going to ask how can I open that with a whole buch of people around. Well I do rent a private jet every now and then."

MATT: "I see. Well thats all for now. I need to find Hardcore Hitman."

[glow=blue,2,300]Matt rushes out of the change room leaving Gravedigger and Stacy stunned. The interview barely even started and the man has to leave. What the hell is going on?[/glow]
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[SNAKE-EATER]

Hardcore Hitman, XWE Champion, smirks as a light knock on his door. "Hardcore Hitman, It's Matthew Benedict, may I come in?" "Fine Fine, come in" HHM said opening the door. Matthew smirks and enters the room. To Matthew's surprise, HHM didn't look in the best of shape. He was trembling, had a back eye, and a bloody, fat lip. HHM was watching the news, before the interruption. Hardcore Hitman lights two cigars and hands one over to Matt. He accepts it, takes one puff, coughs for nearly one minute and sets it in the ash tray. "Strong don't you think?" HHM shrugs. "So, Mister Matthew Benedict, what could a rat like you be doing down my ally?" "Just a standard interview, You are only one of the two top champions in the business." "Well what do you want me to do? Start trash talking whatever punk that Hylian set me up with?" ".... You didn't read the match-up? Or watch any promo's for No Regrets?" "I was away, in Washington."

Matthew doesn't know what to do, does he dare tell him that he's facing the powerhouse Gravedigger? Perhaps he should just leave a note telling him. He gulps and his lips start moving without his brain. "Well you're not facing just some punk Hylian found on the streets, it's Gravedigger" Hardcore Hitman gives him a serious look, then a reassuring laugh. "Icing on the cake." "Your laughing about this? last time I checked the numbers it was Gravedigger One Hardcore Hitman Zero. Remember the Super 8 Tournament?" "Water under the bridge. Besides, I've been in need of a good fight." "Looks like you've already had yourself one." Matt says in the bottom of his scotch glass. "What this?" HHM pointing his hands to his face. "Hardly a fight, 4 punks jump me and hit back a little harder."

"On the Topic, where were you last Week?" The TV jumps topics with a big Title. "Roark Crossly Murdered" dead smack in the middle of the screen. "Linda Taylor from News Channel 9 Reporting, Roark Crossly, Seattle's State Senator was found murdered in his Suite in Washington. 4 Guards we're found dead as well, all from knife marks near the aorta region. Crossly was found with three gunshots in him, two in the chest and one in the head. With the stealth of the killer and perscise location of the bullet wounds, it obviously appears to be a professional job. There appears to be no motive and thus, no suspects."

HHM gives a smirk. "Something funny?" Benedict asks. "Just remembered a good. joke."

Matthew finishes up the interview and takes his leave. HHM, bursts into laughter, for under his desk is a bloody knife and a silenced glock.

[xDeniedx]

Camera fades in to Damian sitting on his couch, a beer in one hand and a smile across his face. An odd smile at that for someone who hasn't been found for several weeks and gained several losses during the abscence.

Damian: No Regrets.

Damian gulps back some beer and chuckles a bit.

Damian: I don't regret a thing. Raevin win last week, was well earned regardless and he's on his way to the top, it's too bad I found it more hilarious to watch him get pulvarized in a title bout than for me to simply win the title.

Damian puts the beer down on the table next to the couch and leans back when finished. He has a calm, cool, relaxed aura about him, as if he's carefree, not concerned.

Damian: So I find myself near the bottom of the card, a place I haven't been in quite some time. A match on pay per view in which I'm not fighting over a title. It's an awkward feeling, a new feeling, a hated feeling. However, that's all okay in the end. Now, you may be sitting there with a confused look about how it's "okay" to be near the bottom of a card and not in a title match, then you need to realize once again who I am and who I'm facing.

Damian leans forward towards the camera with his hands glasped together between his legs slumped forward.[/i]

Damian: Dr.Phate, phate is a former Chaotic Pro Wrestling employee, however he never showed for more than one match. Was it because of the reasons he gives, reasons of everyone having something to do, everyone busy with other things? Perhaps, it's for the real reason. He was afraid, afraid to realize he wouldn't amount to anything there, he wouldn't climb any ladder, or get near any major title.....

So he shows up here. Our smaller, close knit fed, thinking he has a better shot at some of our main gold. Well, Doctor. You may not precieve us as a group nearly as threatening as those in CPW but you can be damned sure that will all change. Tonight, you will see what I can to do you, a former XWE Champion and soon you will learn here as well you will find no gold.[/b]

Damian begins to laugh again. He stands up, crosses his arms and looks dead into the center of the camera.

Damian: Welcome to Xtreme Wrestling Entertainment Dr.Phate. When I'm through with you, not only will I have begun my journey back towards the prestine XWE Title but you can also perform your first reconstructive surgery...on yourself. I hope this didn't scare you into no showing Phate....such a shame that would be.

[y2gee]

Promo 2

*Camera shows Mr. Great and Victoria in Mr. Great's locker room. They are both sitting on his red couch.*

Victoria: So I just want you to know that I really like you.

Mr. Great: I don't know what to say. Don't take this the wrong way, but every time I go out with you or have had some contact with you I lost my matches and last week when I didn't see you, my canine opponent doesn't show up and I win via count out. And now that I have on of the biggest matches at No Regrets for the Middleweight title...

*Victoria springs to her feet, then Mr. Great stands up.*

Victoria: What are you saying?

Mr. Great: Uh, I think it's time we parted ways. It's not you it's me.

*Victoria opens her mouth and scrunches her face with rage and she slaps Mr. Great.*

Nigel: Ouch that's got to hurt.

Larry: Emotionally and Physically hurtful.

*Victoria storms out of the room and closes the door harshly. After a few seconds, Mr. Great's cell phone begins to ring. He has the ringtone Super Mario Bros. Audience laughs.*

Mr. Great: Hello.

*No one could hear the voice on the other end.*

Mr. Great: Oh, great! It’s you. Look I have a little proposition for you.

*pause*

Mr. Great: Look we go way back and I need a huge favor. Tonight I have a match and it's for the Middleweight title and if you can just come back and assist me?

*pause*

Mr. Great: No, I already tried bribing the referee...

*pause*

Mr. Great: So you'll be here? Now that's GREAT!!!!!!! Thanks so much.

*Mr. Great hungs up and Mr. Great has a huge smile on his face and he is about to sit down as he hears a knock on the door and the scene fades.*

[Van]

Van: Dude, where’s my toaster?

Raevin: Where did you put it last?

*The scene awkwardly fades in to Van’s locker room, where Van and Raevin stand next to a counter, located near the doorway. A self-proclaimed search for Van’s toaster is currently in progress, as Raevin mentally gathers clues, scanning the room for possible verdicts*

Van: Oh, here it is.

*Van picks up the toaster, and throws it across the room. “PIMP”, glittered in red and pink flashes as the toaster breaks through the Plasma TV screen, causing a fire*

Raevin: Oh shit! Why would you do that?

Van: Where did you get a grenade?

Raevin: Where did you get that Battle Axe?

*The camera zooms out, revealing a green grenade in Raevin’s hand, as Van carries a Medieval Battle Axe over his right shoulder*

Van: Gravedigger gave it to me.

*Raevin turns his upper torso towards the fire, currently raging against the corner of the room, getting higher and higher as each second passes*

Raevin: So what’re we going to about that fire?

Van: Uh...I forgot how to put them out.

Raevin: Well, let’s just leave, and lock the door behind us.

Van: Yeah. Maybe if we forget about it, it’ll go away. Like that Freddie Cougar guy.

*Raevin zips down the zipper of his jeans, and begins walking to the fire*

Van: RAEVIN!

*Raevin turns around in surprise*

Raevin: What?

Van: Dude, what the fuck?

*Raevin turns around with his hand cupped by his pants. He lifts up his hand as Van flinches and turns away*

Raevin: Dude, look what I found!

*Van opens one eye slowly, being as cautious as possible*

Raevin: It’s a baby!

*In fact, it is a baby. Seeming to be a new born, it's bald head signifies the attention it needs. It's sleeping, by the way*

Van: Sweet!

Raevin: It’s magic! It deflects fire...

*Raevin turns around and throws the baby in the raging fire, which has substantially grown in size over the last...say...2 minutes. The couch, and dining table is now also on fire as Van and Raevin look at each other*

Van: Yeah, we’re leaving.

*As they venture towards the door, Raevin reaches out and turns the knob, as Lupo Roland stands just outside it, with a look of horror and apprehension*

Lupo: Have you guys seen Patches?

Van: Patches?

Raevin: What the hell is a “Patches?”

Lupo: It’s my cousins baby! Have you seen him?

Van: What do you get when you cross an owl and bungie cord?

*Lupo stops panicking, and looks at Van, intrigued*

Lupo: What?

Van: My ass!

*Van and Raevin let out an annoying laugh as they walk away from the confused Lupo Roland, who’s peering into Vans locker room*

Lupo: Oh my god, there’s a fire!

*A screech from the fire is heard, as the camera focuses behind Lupo, getting a full view of the contents. A small, black object lies in the midst of the fire, which has now totally gotten out of control, as a can of Axe explodes, sending flying aluminum at him*

Lupo: PATCHES!

*Lupo runs into the room as Van and Raevin turn the corner, spotting various fans and staff members, loitering around, doing nothing important*

Van: So.

*Everyone turns from what they’re doing, and now face Van and Raevin*

Van: Does anyone have a lighter?

Staff Member: Why?

Someone in the back: I do!

*The guy in the back digs into his pocket, and throws the lighter at Raevin, who catches it, and hands it to Van*

Van: You guys want to see something cool?

Crowd: Yeah!

Larry: I do!

Nigel: Me too!

*Van takes the lighter, and throws it at the vending machines, causing an explosion, sending everyone flying back into the walls behind them. As everyone lays flat on the ground, Lupo Roland comes back with a black lump in his cupped hands, which is still on fire. He seems to be playing hot potatoe*

Lupo: PATCHES! PATCHES! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?!

*Just then, a group of firemen carrying hoses through the hallway dash past everyone, as one of them trips, hitting his face on the wall*

Fireman: Damnit, Jimmy! I told you to run in a straight line!

*The alleged Jimmy turns back, and seems to be an uneducated hillbilly with crooked teeth, and an exaggerated head size. Looking like a peanut, he nods his head up and down*

Jimmy: But I dang told you I can only run in circles!

Van: Why?

Jimmy: Well, Momma said she dropped me through a glass table when I was about 4 years old, and I still got the scar!

*The entire team of firemen run Jimmy over, leaving boot marks on his face*

Matthew Benedict: Van! Your locker room is on fire!

Van: Hope I didn’t leave anything valuable in there.

*Raevin turns to Van in epiphany*

Raevin: Dude!

*Van turns to Raevin*

Van: What?

Raevin: Your locker room is on fire?

*Van turns around, and spots flames all around the door*

Van: Oh shit! It is!

Raevin: We should go watch.

*Van and Raevin left everyone behind as the flames were now pouring into the hallway, as half of Jimmy was now on fire, but surprisingly, he doesn’t scream in pain. He only giggles like a Southern man should, as Van steps over him, looking into the remains of his room*

Van: Something about a turtle?

Raevin: Hey look, your toaster.

*Van looks down, instantly seeing the charted remains of his Pimp Toaster in front of his feet*

Van: Check it out!

*The scene fades as Van kicks the toaster into the room with a shrug, burning into ashes as they turn and walk away*

End promo 1.

[TPW]

(The Camera faces the front row crowd. They go crazy as soon as they see that the camera is facing them. The camera would then go static for a second.)

Larry: What the hell?

Nigel: We apologize. We seem to have some technical difficulties.

(The camera goes static again but than got back to normal then got static again then goes back to normal.)

Nigel: This is really creeping me out.

(The camera goes static again like it did before. The third static comes up but lasts longer than the other ones. When the static ceased, the scene is now in a middle of nowhere. The whole area is surrounded by a caged fence with barbed wire supporting the top. There were many objects seen around this area. The camera looked around and found a ladder, chair, stop sign, trash can with a lid, sledge-hammer, wrench, crutch, kendo stick and a 2X4 but they are all wrapped with barbed wire.)

Larry: I think I know who's responsible for this.

(The camera goes to a table that has barbed wire wrapped around it but also drenched with thumb-tacks. The camera sees the back of a person. The silver sword logo on the back of the vest looked very familiar. The crowd started a light "TPW" chants.)

(TPW turns around fast at the camera. The crowd cheered. TPW has a sinister smirk on his face.)

TPW: Welcome. Welcome to the Platinum Pit. Welcome I don't think so but you dared to enter this sacred ground. I'm glad you could make it. Here, you'll see some of my modifications for certain matches. You saw some of them at Golden Road,

Nigel: The barbed wired table & barbed wired shovel.

TPW: I was planning to leave the TLC match the way it is but however, it seems that Mr. Great was calling for some kind of assistance. You just made a big mistake there pal because that actually pissed me off. When that happens, you unleash the monster within me and it's you that has to deal with it. You left me with no other choice.

(TPW pulls out his lighter and sets the table on fire.)

TPW: You're not just walking in the ring anymore. You're not even stepping in the Gallows anymore either. You will be stepping in what hell may be like. You can bring your little friend all you want but I even have a little surprise for him.

(TPW grabs a barbed wired baseball bat and sets the top part of the bat onto the flaming table. He pulls the bat out of the fire. The top part of the bat is on fire.)

Larry: Oh my god!

(Crowd Cheers as they see a sinister look on TPW's face)

TPW: So if I were that "assistance", I would stay the hell away from this match, unless of course if he would have no trouble being taken out of the arena via ambulance with 2nd or 3rd degree burns or his skin shredded by the barbed wire and has to have at least 50 or more stitches and leaves him scarred for life.

Nigel: That's what happens when you piss him off. He gets really sadistic.

TPW: I'm sorry, Mr. Great. I tried to make things a little bit easier for you but now that you call for an assistance like a coward, you have made me change some plans. Even if that assistant of yours decides not to show up, this will be one thing that you will be seeing coming directly at your face.

(TPW swings the bat at the camera. The camera goes static as soon as it got hit.)

(Crowd Chants "TPW!")

End of Promo 2

[Nick]

*The scene appears to be starting with Mischeif waking up in bed, and Sara leaving. Almost every night, it figures. But it suddenly twists and turns as he looks and sees himself far away, looking at the ground on his knees, with a light above him. It's now obvious he's dreaming. He gets out of bed and runs over, and tries to touch this image, but nothing happens. He looks at him closely and realizes one thing: He doesn't have his championship on him! He always has it on him. Still puzzled, he waits. The self-version of him extends his hand to his answer machine, and pushes it. A voice comes up, and it's a doctor.*

Doctor:[/color] Patient: Mischeif. Occupation: Wrestler. Severe injuries after the result of a match, lost a chamionship. Many after effects as followed: suicide, depression, memory loss, paranoia, severe headaches, bursts of anger, anger problems. Patient cannot remember much of anything.

*Mischeif, almost spellbound, simply looks in horror as his self presses the button again, another voice comes up. It's Sara.*

Sara:[/color] I cannot believe I loved you. It was just all a game to you. You never really loved me, it was just a joke, right? All of it was a joke, I didn't really notice the cameras and such, but you seemed to make yourself clear. You basically used me, goodbye forever Nick.

*Mischeif, still in simply horror, falls to his knees and begins to sob. He doesn't know what to believe. Again, his "self" presses the button for the next person to be talking. It's the same doctor.*

Doctor:[/color] It's almost sad that this patient didn't make it all the way through. The rehab proved to be futile, and his deep depressions and failure to comprehend with any of the nurses made it utterly useless. It's sad that we just let him go on with his life. We could have made progress, but he refused to let us. He'll live the rest of his life in suicide, and depression.

*Again, his self presses the button, and the last answer machine comes up. It's Hylian, an eventual released XWE Results to everyone's answer machine.*

Hylian:[/color] On this day, Mischeif lost his World Wrestling Championship in one of the greatest matches we've ever seen. After the match, EMTS came to the ring and brought him to a hospital. It was found out he had serious injuries internal, and external. Mostly mental injuries. Most details will be...

*Before it finishes, his "self" hits the stop button and begins to cry. He cries for awhile, and Mischeif is simply in horror. His self begins to speak.*

Self:[/color] My family was taken away from me, and I thought it was over. But it wasn't. My girlfriend was taken from me, and I thought it was over. But it wasn't. My World Wrestling Championship was taken away from me, and I thought it was over. But it wasn't. Wresting is now taken away from me, and I now know it's over.

*The light under him grows dark, and Mischeif cannot see himself. It gets quiet and only a noise is heard of something taking out of his pocket. All he hears his a cock of a gun, and the trigger being pulled. Mischeif jumps back in horror, and sees his body simply slump over. What he sees next possibly amazes him. He rubs his eyes and sees a possible spirit come from it. He kneels over the dead self, touches it, and gets up. He looks directly at Mischeif and pulls out a cigarette and turns around and walks away.*

*The scene ends with Mischeif hugging his title as hard as he can, and the light that was under him slowly darkening, and the words he mutters, as he is sobbing.*

Mischeif:[/color] I'm going to be all alone.

*Scene ends.*

(This whole promo is a huge foreshadow of what happens eventually, far down the line.)

[raevin]

*Scene opens up with Alix and Raevin cuddled togethor watching T.V. Raevin has a somewhat troubled look on his face. He takes a breath to speak and Alix looks up at him to listen.*

Raevin: So let me get this straight.... After you left me, you went back home and met this Trevor guy....Now that you've left him hes following you.

*Alix nodded and kissed his chin.*

Alix: But now that I'm here with you he won't be able to find me.

*Raevin lowered his eyebrows in a confused manner.*

Raevin: Wait...are you planning on staying here?

Alix: Of course I am.

*Raevin tightens his hold on her as he settles back down to continue watching T.V.*

Raevin: Good.

*Alix smiles and holds onto Raevins arm as she closes her eyes and settles in resting her head on his chest. Aftr watching the T.V. for about half an hour Alix had fallen asleep.Raevin felt a sudden vibrating and reached for his cell phone. When he realized it wasn't his phone ringing he felt around for Alix's phone. He found the phone right when it stopped ringing and the missed call icon was on the front screen. He flipped it open and hit the send button which brought up the call history. He scrolled through all the missed calls and they were all from the same name. “DO NOT ANSWER” continued down for what seemed an endless list. raevin counted 38 missed call from that number in just the last 10 hours. Assuming it was this Trevor guy she was talking abaout he called the number and waited. He answered almost immediately.*

Trevor: Alix! I knew you'd call me back eventually. I went to the hotel you were at but you had checked out already and the man at the counter would'nt tell me where you had gone. So where are you?

Raevin: Listen you freak don't call Alix ever again. She doesn't love you. She never will love you again so quit following her.

Trevor: Who the fuck is this and why do you have Alix's phone?

Raevin: All you need to know is that if I ever find out you've done anything to Alix. I will kill you. I will make you suffer. You will beg for death when I'm through with you. Don't ever call her again. You WILL regret it.

*The line is silent and then a click is heard. Raevin closes the phone and puts it on the table. Alix stirs in her sleep a little and Raevin strokes her cheek reasurringly. e looks back up at the T.V. with a satisfied look on his face. At that second the power to the whole building goes out. Shouts are heard in the hallway as Raevins door can be heard opening.*

Raevin: What the fuck is going on?!

Alix: (Sleepily) Whats going on?

*Raevin grips her tightly as footsteps are heard around the room.*

: Don't you worry Alix. You will be home soon enough.

Alix: Jason it's Trevor! Don't let him get me please!!!

*Raevin can be heard struggling and Alix's screams as a fight is apparently breaking out in the room. The lights come back on adn Raevin sees Trevor with night vision goggles on. Raevin looks at him with a look of disguist as Trevor makes another lunge towards Alix. Raevin grabs him and throws him out the door and calls for security. They come and take him away. Raevin explains how Trevor is responsible for the blackout and that they should take him to the cops.Raevin returns to his room quickly to calm down Alix who is having a mental breakdown. She eventually calms and Raevin locks the door and holds Alix close assuring her everything is ok. Scene fades to Alix's small sobs and Raevin's voice.*
*End of Promo 2*

[y2gee]

Promo 3

*Mr. Great waits a little while and then opens the door. Interviewer Katelyn Ross is standing there.*

Katelyn: I am SO sorry to bother you, but I'm here to interview you about your TLC match for the Middleweight title.

Mr. Great: Really? What happened to Stacey Frasier interviewing me?

Katelyn: She said you're a jerk and that she's never interviewing you again..

Mr. Great: Well, to answer your question I myself recently found out it would be a TLC match and to tell you the truth I have no problem with any match TPW wants to have.

Katelyn: Confident, are we? How do you plan to cheat?

*Mr. Great flexes as he speaks.*

Mr. Great: Why does everyone assume I'm going to cheat when I win. I am Mr. Great. DAMMIT!!!! I don't need to cheat to win. Did you forget I kicked Scott Crocker's ass last week?

Katelyn: You won by a no-show!

Mr. Great: Same difference.

Katelyn: Whatever. Anyways, how do you feel about the elements that the Tables, ladders, and chairs will bring to your match?

Mr. Great: Well, TPW is right in the fact that I have the advantage in the hig-flying department. In fact, me and ladder matches are a match made in heaven. The chairs I have no problem with. I can whack TPW's ass with a chair anytime. The tables, however, I must say I am somewhat concerned. I guess since I have no experience with them , but none of this matters since I have a master plan to capture the middleweight title.

Katelyn: So you are going to cheat, right?

Mr. Great: No!!! Well...Yes. Well, Let's just say I just got off the phone with one of my good 'ol friends from the old XWE, and he just accepted to "watch" my match at ringside. You see TPW has a zero percent chance of winning at No Regrets. I will defeat him and if by miraculous chance he gets the opportunity to climb that ladder, my friend will "assist" me to my victory.

Katelyn: One last thing. I don't know if you saw TPW but he just came out, and he burned a table and was saying something about changing his plans or something weird like that.

Mr. Great: I am going to tell you something, Kat... I think TPW has officially lost it. He's mentally retarded or something. What the hell was he talking about out there? Changing plans? The only thing that's changing is the Middleweight Champion tonight. And what was up with burning the tables? What is trying to prove by that? He's not scaring any one, I can burn tables too, you know. Well, TPW can burn as much tables as he wants because it's not going to change the end results of me winning. Mark my words Katelyn, I will be the next XWE MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Katelyn: That is all, back to you Nigel!

*Katelyn catches Mr. Great looking at her breast.*

Katelyn: HEY!!!

*She tries to cover herself as the camera switches to Nigel and Larry.*

Nigel: Wow, some strong words there by Mr. Great. Who do you think that mystery man is?

Larry: I think I have an idea as to who it might be...

End of Promo 3