XWE Heartbreak! Live on Pay-Per-View- Orlando, FL

[Van]

*Our scene fades in to a large classroom, filled with posters of motivational quotes from important figures of the past and present. Amongst the room are students of all ages, colors, figures, and races. A big blackboard is clipped to a wall, bordered by mixtures of colors and properly decorated seasonal items. On the chalkboard, the words “Welcome, everyone!” are chalked up, sloppily. A few students have their own circle of desks in the corners, while others are into their books, and a select few have their head down for a nap. The doors in the back of the classroom open, as a familiar Gordon stands behind them, pulling on the handle, opening the door outwards before heading inside. He held a red notebook with the papers he previously held in Van’s locker room stuffed into it*

Mr. Gordon: Good afternoon, class!

*To be honest, Mr. Gordon’s face was the only one lit up as he entered the class with a perky smile. His footsteps tapped against the tile floor as he stepped behind his official-looking podium. He dropped the notebook on his desk, and picked up a sheet of paper on top of the podium, with the class list, with Van’s name at the bottom*

Mr. Gordon: Arnez...Clark...Desmond...

*He glanced briefly down at his paper, and back up again, pointing a pencil he had picked up at the student who’s name was being announced. The students arranged their desks with no hesitation, and the sleeper’s were beginning to wake, looking around at their surroundings in daze*

Mr. Gordon: Montel...O’Ryan...Paul...Ron...

*As he neared the end of the list, he looked up to see that Van wasn’t in the classroom, disappointed at the predicted absence. Suddenly, through the window of the door, Gordon spotted a man with long, maroon hair run past the classroom in a blur, as the footsteps from the hallway. Gordon looked at the window for a second like it never happened, then back down to his sheet. As he picked up the pencil, his large, wooden door burst open suddenly as Van rushed into the classroom, half out of breath. Gordon looked up in surprise, before a grin climbed across his face*

Mr. Gordon: Mr. Van!

*He said it the way he said when he made an unexpected trip to Van’s dorm room, which was an awkward moment, indeed...*

Van: Sorry, Mr. G. I woke up late, and yo-

Mr. Gordon: It’s alright.

*Mr. Gordon’s outreached hand pointed at a seat in the back of the classroom. Van caught on the with the notion, and sat down quietly. He plopped down into his chair, sliding his backpack off onto the floor, as he waited patiently for class to begin*

Mr. Gordon: Alright, class. Today is your first day in Sociology, where we’ll be learning about the cultures of the people around us, and maybe learn a little about our own...

*A few students put their heads back down, mostly the same who were cat-napping earlier. Mr. Gordon walked out from behind his podium, and began pacing down the open aisle down the middle of the room*

Mr. Gordon: This class will make you think, I won’t lie.

*Some kids let out sighs, a few of them “aww” as well. Van put his hand under his chin, feeling his beard as he was deep in thought, noticing Mr. Gordon was all about business, and not like his friendly attitude earlier...*

Mr. Gordon: I know, I know. Boring. Right?

*Mr. Gordon turned around to pace back towards the front of the room, as Van leaned over to the student next to him*

Van: Got that right...

*They both laughed quietly, but Mr. Gordon went on with his rambling*

Mr. Gordon: We’ll be doing essays, packets of questions, study guides, and taking notes like you’ve never before. All for a good cause...

*He leaned over again, but to the student on the other side*

Van: Can this class sound any worse?

*Mr. Gordon turned around with his arms behind his back, as he slowly approached Van through the aisle, as the camera cuts to just both of them, as Gordon leaned to Van’s face*

Mr. Gordon: Well, actually it can. Would you like me to go on?

*Van hesitated to answer, kind of freaked out by how close Gordon’s face was to his own...*

Van: No, I wouldn’t want you to do that...

*Van stood up slowly, somewhat intimidated by the other classmates, who aren’t exactly the “best” kids you’d find anywhere. He snatched his backpack off of the floor, and slung it around his shoulder*

Van: M...maybe this class isn’t for me...

*Van turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door slowly behind him as Mr. Gordon went on with his introduction for the rest of the semester*

*The scene fades with Van walking out of the building’s entrance, passing other students on the way out as he opens the door, and steps down the stairway, out of the building*

End promo 3.

[Jadewiz]

*Camera fades into a black room with a single light, shining against the wall facing the camera. A man in a black trenchcoat and a Tophat is seen walking into frame with a folded up steel chair in his right hand. as the man gets closer, its obvious that the man is Scot. He stops in the middle of the frame, swinging his body to make his back face the camera. He carefully unfolds the chair, spins around, and looks into the camera. Scot sits down very slowly, staring at the floor for around 10 seconds, then shoots his head up to look straight into the camera.*

Scot: Fate pushed me out of XWE... Fate has now brought Hardcore Uproar back together... Fate has now brought me back to XWE... And tonight, not only will fate ensure Hardcore Uproar's victory...

*Scot gives a slight smile and an evil giggle, then gets serious again, staring right into the camera.*

Scot: Fate will also ensure that Mr. Great and Wei-Yan will be in pain...

*Scot stands up slowly, still staring in the camera*

Scot: Immeasurable amounts of pain...

*Scot walks off slowly, leaving the chair in the room. the camera zooms into the seat of the chair. written in the middle of the seat is the word "Fate"*

[Cuervo Super Kicks Bitches]

Scene Opens up with Big Pappi standing right outside his dressing room. He's fixing his suit and shirt. Checks the time, and after a while he starts walking away from his dressing room. As he walks around the hallways backstage Big Pappi waves at some of the workers and then stops right infront of a XWE Heartbreak poster. Big Pappi stares at the poster closely as Raevin and Big Pappi are featured as the main event, and a picture from both wrestlers is on it. You can now see Big Pappi's expression change to anger, and punches Raevin's picture right thru the wall. Big Pappi then looks at his title, and smiles. Then Paper by Boyz n Da Hood starts blasting thru the arena, and suddenly Big Pappi is coming out into the arena.

As Big Pappi walks to the ramp the fans are going all excited and raising their Big Pappi's sign. The champ then steps into the ring and grabs a microphone..

Big Pappi: Welcome to XWE's HEARTBREAK! Orlando this is CRAZY!!!! Oh my God! I've never felt so good outside home! Orlando has just become my second home! Big Pappi is in the HOUSE DAMMIT!!! *The fans start going wild as Big Pappi's energy is transmitted to the fans* before we get any more excited, I have to say something to you Raevin. -Big Pappi takes a deep breath, pauses, and looks around- Raevin, you got what you wanted, son. I hope you come out swinging tonight, because if you don't your night will be longer than it should be. And well, the match will be shorter than it should be. I mean, we all in this arena know that I am going to win anyways. This title right here is not going anywhere, and I will not let by any circustances that a newbie like your ass wins this title. If you, by any crazy chance, do win this title...the company would automatically die! BECAUSE I AM THE HEART OF XWE!!!! *Some fans agree, while very few don't*

Big Pappi keeps looking around smiling cockily.

You see Raevin, you are not facing just any champion. As a matter of fact what do you know, what the fuck do you know about being champion?!?! What you know about having a whole company on your shoulders?1 You know shit! Tonight, this won't be a wrestling match, it will become a street fight. Why? Because I will just owned your little newbie ass all around this ring. I will knuck your ass down, Perfect Shot it thru that table right there *points at the announcers table* Whip your skinny ass against those steel steps! And Superkick you're teeth not down your throat, but Kick you're teeth, untill they break in 5 pieces! I will make you drink your own blood, and if you're not careful...haha. I will disgustingly make you suck you're own dick! *everyones like what the fuck?* I know..It is gross...But that's how much of an advantage I have over that kid. *An intense Big Pappi just looks around, and drops the mic, his song starts playing and he steps down the ring*

Big Pappi walks back to his dressing room, where a Top Model from Orlando is waiting for him in there...

Model: hey, I thought you were never coming back.

Big Pappi: Naw, I need my workout before my match.

Model: Amen to that, champ. So why were you so intense out there?

Big Pappi: Shut up bitch, just get down and swallow

Model: Oh my god? You know I don't do that. Ewwwie.

Big Pappi: True that. Shut up bitch, just gag on it.

Model: what the hell?

Big Pappi: I'm sorry sweet heart. I thought you were my other woman. Haha. *Big Pappi's phone rings* Hello?

Unknown: Having too much fun.

Big Pappi: huh?

Unknown: Remember, they depend on you. Quit having so much fun, and get your ass back into business, or they're done.

As Big Pappi's face expression changes to shock, the screen fades

~End of Promo3~

[bulletproofcow]

*XWE cameras return to the arena where Larry and Nigel discuss the show and its proceedings. Suddenly the familar guitar riff of ACDC's Shoot to Thrill echoes throughout the arena.*

Larry: Well it seems that XWE Superstar Fuse has finally come full cirlce folks. He looked the same way he did last week as when he walked into the ring last week and now he has gone back to his old music.

Nigel: Thats true Larry, but is he the same superstar the held the XWE Ironman Championship for 9 months in an age of glory or the hasbeen that has called himself Fuse for the time following that reign?

Larry: We'll have to see Nigel, he has a mic and all.

Nigel: Shut up.

Fuse: Friends, enemies, fellow superstars. I know that in the past months I have been far from what I claim to be. I'm a shell of my former self, a joke even to some people. I became nothing more than a fallen midcarder who blew it. And people called me on that. They knew my head wasn't in the ring, that I didn't think about a promo for more than two seconds before I came out to say it.

Fuse: And I'm not going to complain for them doing that either. Its part of the job. Darwinism if you will. Adapt to kill or be killed. I didn't adapt, so I was killed in a sense. But when I heard rumors that XWE was closing its doors for the third time in the past 2 years, I knew what must be done. I knew the bullshit had to stop. No more running instead of fighting. No more phoning it in. Tonight might be my last night in XWE, but it sure as hell won't be one to forget. It really is heartbreaking I guess that I didn't have a fire under my ass this entire time. But tonight, me and Frankie are going to bring the house down. You call the moves guys, and I'll do them. Thank you for the memories guys, I'd be nothing without them.

*Shoot to Thrill once again plays as a teary eyed Fuse exists the ring. The cameras cut to the back for a video package for Heartbreak.*

Final Promo?

[xDeniedx]

Damian has brought a camera man up onto the arena roof with him. Sitting on the edge with his legs dangling over the side, the camera rolls capturing Damian breathing in the crisp fresh air.

Damian: you know, I've spent a few days discussing what will or may happen between my opponant and myself but I never realized the third possible course of action. Maybe Van just isn't listening to make sure I'm not in his head. Maybe he already believes he's won and is just letting my words flow through one ear and out the other while thinkin about banging that pretty little wife of his.

Damian lets out a small laugh and looks down at the street below. The people looking like tiny dots from where he is. Damian looks straight forward into the horizon so the camera only capture the side of his face, consisting mostly of his mask.

Wether or not Van is listening doesn't bother me. I'm sure he'll catch a rep[ay eventually or just go straight into living my words without the prior knowledge. I just feel like relaxing right now and discussing other things.

Damian pauses and inhales and exhales a few times before he talks a bit more.

Some pretty stacked booking of the card for this pay per view. Mostly veterans I see, albeit the order is a little whack. I didn't know the middleweight title was suddenly the main prize. I think the CEO just might be losing his mind a bit. Granted XWE is looking like it's about to hit rock bottom anyway. But Damn, another title shot for Hylian, this has to be like the third or fourth without any actual earning of it. I know he may of only won a title once in his career. I guess in terms of match, card and pay per view he just wanted to go out on top. Guess he just wanted to go out on top, but anymore mentions will probably get me fired.

Camera Man: Uh actually, Hylian changed the order so now Pappi is main eventing, also Hylian did earn a few other title shots and didn't capitalize and thirdly he is the freakin CEO he should be allowed to main event the pay per view.

Damian soaks in the information and then sighs and looks down again.

I didn't ask for your commentary thank you, but the info was useful, although you should've told me sooner.

Damian shakes his head and then looks straight forward again to a finally setting sun.

Looks like the shows about to start. Goodluck everyone, if this is the end of XWE go out with a bang, create a memory, a legacy, a history. I sure as hell will be, and I damn well won't be blamed for anyone's final salute except Van's. As for him, well, looks like I'll be seeing you shortly, lets get this done and over with.

Damian gets up, brushes himself off and heads towards the door to the roof as the camera fades out.

[TUDRoland]

*A tape starts playing on the titantron. At first, a bunch of static fills the screen but then cuts to a far away shot of Lupo sitting in a chair in the middle of the ring, as the stage crew is setting up all of the equipment way before the show starts. The screen cuts to a more closer shot of him, as he looks around at the empty arena chairs then turning his gaze at the lights shining from the roof. He squints his eyes as they adjust to the bright light above. With his eyes fixed on the lights he starts speaking into the air, to nobody in particular, but loud enough so anybody passing by could hear him*

Lupo: For weeks now, I haven't really showed up, and now I'm here...

*Lupo pauses as he moves his head down to look at the camera. He opens his mouth to continue, but not really sure what to say next, sighs, and looks away from the camera, thinking on what to say next. With another sigh, he shakes his head and then turns back to the camera*

Lupo: You know, I hoped that by the time I started to tape this, I would know what to say. But in all reality, I don't really know what to say about all of this. For the past couple of years, we've seen the XWE at high points, low points, and all other point in between. You've seen champions being crowned, legends being created, and rivalries elevate to the point that it basically became a war. Now, it might all come to an end. What could you say to sum up everything that you've experience up to this point?

*Lupo stops for a moment, gathering his thoughts once again*

Lupo: Well, I guess all that you could say at least that it really has been fun. All the countless experiences and people that I've met here will never be forgotten. And regardless of whether if the XWE goes on or not, I think this will be the last time The True Underdog will step into the ring. So...

*Lupo gives an empty smile to the camera before reaching for something off screen. He pulls out an open bottle of wine and extends his arm toward the camera*

Lupo: ...Here's to you, XWE, for providing us entertainment for the last couple of years. Oh, and Scot, if you watching this...

*Lupo pulls out a chair, wrapped in barbed wire from off-camera using his free hand*

Lupo: ...Let's make this night the bloodiest night any of them ever seen.

*Lupo takes a drink out the wine bottle and then looks at the camera. A sadistic smile creeps on his face, showing his teeth slightly tainted by the blood red wine. The shot gets cut and the titantron returns to static*

[SNAKE-EATER]

The scene fades to Erik Morlain, with his guitar around his waist and a amp plugged in. The camera is too close to tell where it is. He starts playing a high harmonic'd solo for a few minutes. The tune is similar to "Cult of Personality" by Living Color. He finished it off with a loud strum. "So, howz was dat?" The camera zooms out. Erik is in a living room with a 12 year old kid with a guitar hero controller. The kid shakes his head and unpauses Guitar Hero. Erik looks at the camera and shrugs.

Erik Morlain is

XWE

[Hylian]

The camera fades from black, the fans patiently awaiting the next segment of Heartbreak! Live in Orlando, Florida, noticing a black curtain across the Stage. The screen flickers a little, and the screen shuts off. It turns back on onto the segment from last week of Hylian's office, him speaking to someone who shoved the camera man, and cuts again.

The camera returns to the arena, swinging across the fans who have no idea what is going on, but some cheering is heard from those who beleive Hylian is coming out. Several signs are noticable, such as a Damian Returns poster, a The Pride of Wrestling poster, and "Hardcore Uproar" spelled out across 14 fans.

"HYLIAN WON'T FALL" is screamed by Hylian across the arena, and the fans jump out of their seats as a black curtain falls from the stage, and Disturbed is standing there, ready to perform.

Disturbed begins to play, Prayer, and the fans start screaming for the band.

"Another dream that will never come true
Just to compliment your sorrow
Another life that I've taken from you
A gift to add on to your pain and suffering
Another truth you can never believe
Has crippled you completely
All the cries you're beginning to hear
Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening"

*The camera zooms in on the band, the fans get even louder*

"Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray!"

As the chorus begins, strobe lights start across the arena, green confetti falls from the ceiling, and Hylian roars out of the stage, wearing his ring attire, and his XWE Hylian shirt, and stops in the middle of the band. Hylian rips his shirt down the middle and poses to the crowd, then starts his decent down the ramp. The song continues, and Hylian spins around when he gets about half way down the ramp, basking in the cheers and chants of his name as the red pyros explode down the ramp. He gets to the outside of the ring, and looks up, staring at the Triple Cage and the barely visible XWE Middleweight Championship glistening above. He stares confident at the Championship for a moment, then leaps up onto the ring apron, red and green fireworks exploding out of the turnbuckles. He leaps up on the ropes, and jumps high, roaring when he hits the mat, and a final explosion from the turnbuckles occurs. He climbs a turnbuckle, and points to Disturbed, as the song begins to end.

Hylian walks around the ring, the fans louder than ever, and he smiles. After about a minute, he walks to the ropes by Nigel and Larry and motions for a microphone.

Hylian- Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome...to Heartbreak... This is an emotional night for all of us in the XWE, as this could be our last night in buisness. Therefore, I request every XWE Superstar and Staff Member come out to ringside immediatley.

Nigel and Larry stand up, and are among the first to make it to ringside, as well as the Cameramen and women, and the Ring Announcers. The camera cuts to the stage, where Disturbed have left, as quite a bit of people start pouring out, such as Vanessa Hamilton, Big Pappi, Terri Reynolds, Damian Satania, Matthew Bennedict, Mike Noss, Chris Mowrey, Frank Joselin, Vincent Rose, Scot Crocker, Van Samanya, and Erik Morlain come out. After a few minutes, the entire staff comes out, and is awaiting Hylian to speak.

Hylian- Thank you. Now that we are all here, I would like all the fans here and around the world that brought you XWE. XWE wouldn't exist without the help of every single one of these great people. They brought smiles to everyones faces, without you realizing it. I thank you all with all i can give, and apologize that this could be our end.

Hylian: Now, as in regarding last week, everyone here and around the world heard me talking with someone that could possibly take over this company. That someone is here at ringside, but I will not say who. If XWE does not meet its end tonight, you will find out who that person is at our next show. I thank you all once again, and my sincere condolences to everyone.

*The staff members start walking back up the stage, a few with tears in their eyes, when Hylian speaks again.*

Hylian: Warrior!

*The Platinum Warrior turns around after being halfway up the stage, and faces his opponent for tonight.*

Hylian: You can't beat me. You don't realize the power I posess. You think you knew the real James Hylian? The Hylian you knew died in that match with Dirty Darren last year when I lost my shot at the World Wrestling Championship. Tonight, you don't face my inner demon, you face something much, MUCH more fearsome, much stronger, and much more determined. I AM HYLIAN!

*Hylian thrusts his arm into the air, and Prayer by Disturbed plays again, The fans screaming for Hylian again. The camera focuses on Hylian, the Titantron screen shows them both staring eachother down. The camera fades.*

Promo 2

[TPW]

(Matt Benedict walks into the locker room. He sees TPW doing his usual exercise routine.)

Matt Benedict: Platinum, do you mind if I interrupt your exercises for a minute.

(TPW stops exercising. He doesn't even turn around.)

TPW: I'm sorry if I'm going to sound rude but I won't hear you unless you knock.

Matt Benedict: Sorry, Platinum. My bad.

(Matt walks out of the locker room and shuts the door. He knocks.)

TPW: That's better. Enter.

(Matt opens the door and enters. He closes the door before walking to TPW again.)

TPW: What brought you here?

Matt Benedict: I just want to know about your strategy for tonights match.

TPW: Strategy, huh? Well even though I like to plan on my own strategies whenever I'm alone before my match, I just usually keep them to myself so you won't be getting that answer anytime soon.

Matt Benedict: Why? I mean, we already seen you physically reveal your strategies during your last two fights at the Pay-Per-Views.

TPW: Yes but that was the mistake that almost cost me the match at the last Pay-Per-View. As soon as my opponent saw what I was planning on bringing to the ring with me, he tried to take most of that advantage from me. It's not gonna happen again tonight. So I'm just going to keep it to myself and believe me, I think it is better to keep it as a surprise.

Larry: Smart move.

Matt Benedict: Well since you don't want to share your strategies with us, I guess theres only one thing I want to ask you.

TPW: Alright. Shoot.

Matt Benedict: About what you said about the media tonight, you were actually real about it weren't you?

TPW: I knew that was coming. What I said earlier tonight, it was a shoot. It didn't come just come from the TPW character's mouth, it came from my heart. I grew up watching wrestling and I loved every single bit of it. I don't want all of it to come to an end just because those bashing reporters won't keep their mouths shut. Personally, I don't think they even care about the well being of wrestling talents. They just want to do what they can to give our industry a bad name. I'm not taking this crap anymore. Something needs to be done, somebody needs to step up to them and say something about it rather then just ignoring it, pretending it never happened and basically let them give us a bad name. That person is gonna be me.

(Crowd Cheers)

TPW: When you look at me, do I look like a person who would protest by hiding myself under the sheets, record myself crying my ass off and go "LEAVE US ALONE" and post it on You Tube and get even more criticism?

Matt Benedict: Oh hell no!

TPW: You're damn right. When you look at me, what do you think I will do in order to protest?

Matt Benedict: You're actually going to fight for our industry.

TPW: Exactly. Well, are you talking physically or vocally? If you're saying physically, you're wrong.

Matt Benedict: Oh.

TPW: If I'm going to physically fight them with my fists, that'll just give us a bad name. I'm actually going to let my voice be heard and I'm gonna make sure that the reporters hear me personally. It will be tough considering how unprofessional they are whenever they talk with wrestlers and promoters, I'm still gonna fight for our industry and I won't back down, just like how I will not back down from my match tonight.

(Crowd Cheers)

Matt Benedict: What do you mean about them being "unprofessional?"

TPW: Don't tell me you see those interviews or documentaries on the news. Every time I watch those, I see those reporters rolling their eyes at the wrestlers, I hear them raising their voice at the wrestlers and I even hear some sarcasm when they ask or make a comment to a certain topic. If they actually did that to me when I'm being interviewed, I'm not going to take that shit from them, I'll do the same with them and give them a taste of their own medicine. CNN, Fox News, when you ever get a chance to interview me, I think it'll be the best idea that you act professional and treat me with respect while speaking to me because unlike the other guys you talked with, I'm not the kind of guy who will take things easily. If you start that kind of crap with me, don't expect me to just sit there and let you harass me. I will be fighting back with words of my own and I want you listen real good, the war between The Pride of Wrestling and the media, this is only just the beginning.

(Crowd cheers)

TPW: Now that I got that out of my system, I must now focus on a war that will be settled tonight once and for all. Hylian says that I'm facing something more fearsome and stronger than his inner demon. That's fine. You see, I walked into that squared circle for the first time as a man and then I became a hero when I defeated Dirty Darren for the HWF title. I would then become my current status, a legend by defeating Gravedigger in the Buried Alive match. By just facing the more monstrous side of Hylian tonight, this is my chance to prove that I have the courage, the strength and the worthiness to have the first true taste of immortality and become a god. After suffering from my first defeat last week, Hylian, I have more determination, more ruthless aggression and more adrenaline than I ever had in my whole entire career. That single loss is what got me to this form. Tonight is not just going to be just a typical wrestling match. This is not just about a title either. The prize that awaits us along with the Middleweight Belt is wrestling immortality so basically, this is a fight for immortality. One of us will walk out as the champion and earn the status of a wrestling god while the other suffers his defeat and leaves the arena with nothing but stitches, bruises and even burns. The monster that I'm facing tonight, the monster that took over the body of who was my best friend, must be exterminated. That ring may belong to him but that also happens to be the gallows and I'm the judge, jury & executioner who runs the gallows. Many victims have faced their execution in the gallows when they step in there with me and Hylian will be no exception tonight. Like it or not, The Platinum Era will continue but when it is all said and done, this chapter of The Platinum Era will close and a new chapter begins. The new chapter is titled; "Wrestling Immortality."

(Crowd cheered and applaud. Matt stands next to TPW speechless. TPW smiles at Matt before resuming his exercises.)

Matt Benedict: You heard it from TPW here. This battle is no longer just about a title. It's about one thing that many athletes in this industry has been fighting for ever since they first stepped in the squared circle, something that guarantees them that their name will live forever in the history book of professional wrestling; wrestling immortality. Back to you.

Larry: One man will emerge from that match as a wrestling god and the champion. Who will it be? Just wait and find out but all I can say is that this is really starting to become more and more intense by the minute.

Nigel: Indeed it has. We will be seeing blood, sweat and tears shed in that ring tonight for sure. I can't wait to see it.

End of Promo 2

[xDeniedx]

Everyone's had 7 days to promo, good luck to all, voters start voting, cards locked.