WRESTLEFEST III = Post Your RPs Here!

[The Miz(T)]

My roleplay will be up tomorrow aswell.

[Kaz |F|]

~ Prologue~
The airports in Miami, FL have been the busiest with wrestling fans from all across the globe coming in to attend and feel the intensity of the grandest pay-per-view of FFW, WrestleFest III. It has been three years since the birth of Full Force Wrestling Alliance and the stage is set in Miami, FL for the third anniversary of the company. The first two WrestleFest were outstanding with the FFW's finest involved and the attendance record has been double in the second over the first. WrestleFest III is expected to be mind-blowing with two of the best Full Force Wrestling has to offer going head to head; Matt Hardy will go face to face with his former Kardinal Sinner comrade Christopher Daniels in a Last Man Standing match to cement the fact that who's the real sinner. But that's not just all for which WrestleFest III is highly anticipated; the World Heavyweight championship will also be on the line with the veteran Raven going up against the skillful Frankie Kazarian. Raven and Kaz had faced each other twice before their feud, with both having a win over each other. But this time, the scenario has been different; Kaz has been more focused than ever since his injury back in December and he have had great success since his claim of the World title. On the other flip of the coin, Raven was nowhere to be seen since Red Alert and he returned at Royal Rumble with his full force and won the Royal Rumble match earning him a shot at Kaz's title in the grandest stage of them all. Kaz had respect for Raven although till he set the bridge of respect on fire by crashing the microphone on the skull of Raven during their face off and contract signing. Kaz has been on fire since then, bashing all his opponent in any competition put forward of him but Raven has been getting the upper hand over him with his blindsided attacks. Now it's time they go face to face; WrestleFest III, Raven vs. Kaz with the World title on the line. Will Raven have the upper hand and prove that he's not in the has-been bin? Or will Kaz be enough to overcome the experience and in-ring presence of the cult leader of stables like Seretonin, The Flock, Raven's Nest? Sunday, 10th May 2010, Miami, FL or on pay-per-view subscription, results would be unfold; YOU BETTER NOT MISS IT!
-- end of PROLOGUE --

The biggest pay-per-view of Full Force Wrestling returns after the commercial messages from the sponsors, earning revenue to the fed further. The commercial break has been utilized by the crowd in the arena by buying refreshments and visiting restrooms while the battered and bruised superstars had left the ring in shower of appreciation for the fight they have put forward. As the commercial messages go static and goes black, the television screens all across the globe tunes up with the lights and sounds relayed from the production trucks outside the arena in Miami, FL. The first frame that takes over the screen of the millions is the special stage set for the grandest event of them all. Four regular titantrons have been fixed on the silvery scaffold to make a gigantic screen and the WrestleFest III logo flashes on it as the camera zooms onto it. The logo fades away and the camera pans over the sea of people, screaming and waving their signposts and merchandise over their heads as the camera rolls around. The crowd has been ecstatic all through; they haven't stopped to complain if anything unfair went on and they even threw in round of applause in the end of the matches to show their appreciation toward the combatant who nearly gives their lives in the ring. Nearly twenty thousand had gathered under one roof to watch the FFW finest at work and their faces get caught on the camera as it rolls around in the regular ecliptic route. The fans got their placards up over their heads; "The Future looks awesome in Miami", "Game over, Raven", "Matt Hardy - The King of FFW" being few of the recurring ones in the sea of wrestling fanatics. The camera pans around before coming to a halt in front of the announce table with Joey Styles and Tazz behind their large, well-equipped desk. The two commentators adorn generic suits as usual, but one can just understand how expensive it can be by just having a look at them, with Tazz's being white and Joey's being black. The pupils behind the eyes of Joey sparkles, displaying his witt and intelligence to the world while Tazz's eyes are hidden behind the orange tinted glasses, camouflaging his eyes that are glued to the teleprompter. Styles opens his mouth first, set to guide the fans down the lanes and turns of FFW storylines while a plate appears on the bottom of the screen, bearing the names of the commentators and the WrestleFest logo on the corner.

Joey |oh-my-gawd| Styles
Ladies and Gentlemen, we're celebrating our third anniversary in a grand way and this has been the talk of the town for months. Another memorable year filled with spectacular matches, spots, interviews and shocking moments go down to the archives and the memory lane while we start another year with promises. This is where every single accounts of this year gain closer and this is where the bad blood streams reach a dead end. THIS IS WRESTLEFEST!

Tazz |ftw-13|
I doubt if I could even do a better introduction as Joey right there! *smirks* Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the transmission of the grandest pay-per-view FFW has to offer, WrestleFest III. It's a great privilege to have the best seats on the house to spectate the action and call them. Throughout this journey, my broadcast colleague Joey Styles and I, Tazz will be with you till the end of the pay-per-view.

Joey |oh-my-gawd| Styles
It's summer time already and Miami is hotter than ever with the stars of FFW invading the American Airlines Arena tonight. There would be several awesome bouts, with some which might even get the nomination of Match of the Year 2010. There are matches that you've craved, matches that you've dreamt of, matches that you've simulated on your X-Box; hell, even the matches that you never even thought of spectating! There's two stellar main events, and what could be a better one with two of the best FFW legend facing off against each other?!

Tazz |ftw-13|
I guess you guys have already guessed which match Joey is talking about. It's been the hot topic all through since the announcement and I'm sure there are a lot who had came in this arena to watch the match. It's the battle of two Sinners to prove who is the stronger in the link of the once elite clan, Kardinal Sinner and they are gonna settle it in a Last Man Standing match. The father of Kardinal Sinner, Christopher Daniels goes one on one against the former World Champion, Matt Hardy. The two has been the closest friend turned bitter enemies; they have had lots around during their active stint in FFW and it's time they face off to draw closure to the feud.

Joey |oh-my-gawd| Styles
But if you think that's just all we've got to offer, you're gonna make a great mistake. The second main event of the night is scheduled right after the battle of supremacy and it's a battle for the World Heavyweight championship. The veteran, Raven goes one on one against the World champion, Frankie Kazarian with Kaz's title on the line. Raven has been successful in every federation he has walked through and has won a world title or some other. But here in FFW, Raven is always kinda below the line and haven't been the same ol' Raven that we had seen in ECW or even WWE. Now with him in the main event of the grandest stage of them all, will Raven prevail and be on top of Kazarian?

Tazz |ftw-13|
But that won't be an easy task with Kaz being the champion. It has been nearly an year since Kaz came along and he has been showing his color from day one in this company. Winning the Hardcore title in his fourth match and then putting up a close contest against the then World Champion Matt Hardy, Kaz has been picking up lots of momentum since his debut. Even though he had been awesome then, he wasn't quite the loved among the crowd and he was kinda possessed then. But then, Kaz suffered an injury, he was on sideline for one month and he returned with a bang; he won the World title, won most of his matches since his World title win and tonight he is here, putting forward his most prized possession for Raven to try and cling upon.

Joey |oh-my-gawd| Styles
This is the fourth chance for Raven to grab hold of the belt and I'm sure he'd give everything on the line to win the title. But then again, we have been aware well about the ability of Kaz and we can't rule him out to retain too. An awesomely close match up will be put forward tonight, folks and you don't wanna miss this!

Just as Joey finishes his sentence, the lights all around turns off and the arena falls in the deep pool of darkness. Flashes sparks all around as the titantron remains to be the only source of light, dimly lit with the WrestleFest logo bouncing around. But that goes static too, and the final source of light goes out, garnering a ear-deafening shriek from the audience, complaining about the outage of light. But the titantron soon comes to life, and so does the PA system with the song Rooftops by Lostprophet while the titantron plays the highlights of the career of the World champion, Kaz. The crowd's mood chances quickly as they let out a scream of delight upon spotting the entrance video of Kaz playing on the titantron, signalling that the World champion would be out any minute. But the crowd waiting for Kaz gets shaken with a big bang as a shot of pyro flies up 10 feet in the air with a huge boom. The lights gets normal and a spotlight falls over the top of the stage, spotting Kaz to be standing on the top of the rampway, sporting his usual calm smile. Dressed in a black plaid shirt and grey stonewashed jeans, the champion stands with his prized possession on his shoulder, the World heavyweight champion which glitters by the spotlight falling from the top. Kaz scopes the reaction of the crowd, being in the favor of him before marching down the ramp, down toward the squared circle through the arch of people. In the ring, the appearance of Kazarian gets Lilian Garcia to lift the microphone up to her lips to announce the arrival of the champion as he marches down the ramp.

Lillian |blond-bombshell| Garcia
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the World Heavyweight champion of FFW, FRANKIE KAZAAAAARIAAAN!

Kaz takes a turn to the left upon hitting the end of the inclined plane and he starts to ascend the steel steps upon reaching it. He then climbs the steps up to the apex and walks over the apron to reach the middle of it before getting inside the ring through middle and the top rope. Kaz then walks up to the other side, puts his right boot on the second rope and puts his title up high to gain a huge pop from the crowd. He then walks toward the corner facing the ring apron and asks a microphone to be handed, which he gets from a stagehand marching up to him. He then walks to the center of the ring, stands with the spotlights being over him, getting his title to glitter as if it was polished just minutes away. Frankie puts the microphone up and starts to speak toward the crowd chanting his name, showering him with all the love they got within their hearts.

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
Ladies and Gentlemen and children of all ages, I welcome you all to WRESTLEFEST III!

Frankie pauses, allowing the crowd to show their emotion without any interruption. The crowd screams at an ear deafening volume as the champion welcomes them to the show. Kaz eyes the crowd with a smile; he just can't believe that he has so many fans around at everywhere he goes. Giving the crowd a minute to cool up, Kaz lifts his microphone once again being all set to speak.

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
Well, WrestleFest was delayed a week, but the intensity doesn't seem to be low at all. *crowd cheers* Anyway, tonight we're in to draw closure to a feud that has been the talk of the town for years. Tonight, we'll be having two Sinners facing each other and to be honest, the match would be a real close one. Christopher Daniels, Matt Hardy, I've faced them both in mano-y-mano competitions and you can just call it a battle for the crown of king of FFW. But then again, there's something else that would be sorted out here tonight. Raven and I, we haven't been the bestest friends around in the back and the hatred has grown bigger since Raven came down on my path as a thorn. Raven wants my title more than anything and I'm not letting it go. Raven has been on patrol to decimate me; he has been always stalking me like a vulture and has been pecking me whenever he had the chance. Since the Royal Rumble, Raven has hit me with his finisher, with a microphone, has got on my face, and he has been trying his best to make it easy for him when he faces me in this ring tonight. Now this just proves one simple thing; Scott is scared. *crowd cheers a bit* Yeah, he is scared. Scott is completely obsessed about the title I hold and he's scared of blowing up his final chance at it. He had his chances before; he faced Matt Hardy and Chris Jericho in singles competition and even partaken in the elimination chamber back in Luck's Out, but he couldn't even grab onto the brass ring and fulfil his destiny in FFW. Now that he's down to his final penny, he has been stalking me; he has been trying to get me down physically so that my body racks as he gets into the ring with me. He wants to get me at the worst shape possible, but then again, to much of Raven's dismay, I'M STILL 100% BABY!

The crowd gives out a loud pop as Kaz backs up a step or two, with the smile still being intact on his face. He just loves how the crowd listens to him, and how the crowd cheers whenever he pauses, making his pauses be felt a bit more drab. Wasting a bit to inhale the extra bit he gave out, Kaz brings the microphone up once again to continue his speech.

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
Raven has been around for over twenty years and the spotlight was all upon him since the birth of his gimmick. Grunge attitude, badass nature, all were something uncanny at that era when the Raven had his debut and he has been picking up that momentum ever since. His cold stare, his poetic words, his scary looks and attire had always send chill down the spine of his opponent and he has been rooting upon it, to decimate his opponents and then picking up the win. But then again there's something Raven has forgotten; Raven can't even realise that his age isn't 25 anymore. Raven can't realise that his hair isn't blonde anymore and greys can be seen here and there. But what he has failed to understand has been that he haven't got his henchmen around him anymore. The star called Raven that you see today stands upon the blood, sweat and tears of others. Whenever the topic of Raven comes up, the names of Raven's Flock, The Nest, The Gathering, Seretonin comes up along with him. If you just go down the memory lane, you'd see victims who haven't rised up to the spotlight just 'cause Raven used them and pushed them down. Standing in front of you right now is a living example, ME! I have been used by him once, back then when I had joined Seretonin in TNA. Seretonin was formed to protest about how we were used then, Seretonin was the movement of the moment then about how we weren't on the main show. Raven wasn't quite on his prime then, and he was showing us the way to the top. But what happened then? Raven turned out to be our leader, even though he was nothing more than a mentor. Raven used to come up every single night, cane us just 'cause we weren't that sharp then, and that just went on week after week till I protested back on it. Raven wasn't physically fit then and the only way he could show his face on television then was by bashing some young guns about not being able to clinch victory. Where was Raven after Seretonin? Nowhere. He wasn't on television even for months before popping up back again in FFW, being completely clean from all the grime he had from the Seretonin. Sure I had a bit of spotlight when Raven was around, but then again, it was just a mere set up for his rise and tonight, I stand as an independent man with all my glory, and my title and I'm here without Raven's shadow following me. Raven might have won twice over me, but this night will be a lot different. Tonight I'll fight for every single one who Raven had deceived in his life, including me and I won't rest till I get my vengeance. *pauses, crowd cheers again* I'm not the only one folks. There have been many who had paved Raven's path to stardom and tonight, you guys will have a bit from them. Yes Scott, I've brought in two that links with your past and they have got to say some stuff toward you. So without further ado, let me introduce the first and probably the best victim of Raven...

"I'LL SHOW YOU, YOU'LL SEE!"
The PA system comes to live and the crowd goes shocked for a moment. They haven't heard the voice in years and they weren't even sure that the man with the voice was still alive. The generic theme follows up the voice and plays for the first time in FFW as the career highlights of Steven Richards flashes on the screen. The curtain gets slightly pushed aside and out comes once leader of Right To Censor, Steven Richards, dressed in a black and white pinstripe shirt and black dress pants. He has his hairs tied up behind his back and he looks completely excited to make his return after long in front of a huge crowd. He jogs down the inclined plane and then gets inside the ring to go face to face with Kaz, who hands a microphone to him, allowing him to answer his replies. Stevie mouths a few word to Kaz and the two exchange smiles while the crowd chants the name of the champion; "KAZ!".

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
Ladies and Gentlemen, THE ONE AND ONLY, STEVIE RICHARDSS!

The crowd cheers as Steven gives out a light chuckle, wondering when he had last received such a warm welcome and an oviation. He brings the microphone up, levels it right under his jaw and replies to Kaz's warm welcome.

Steven |right-to-censor| Richards
Well, thank you Kaz. You made me feel like I'm back on the 90s all over again. *smirks, crowd cheers* But then again, this just one off for the fans and for you, Frankie. You're doing a good thing right here, and it's about time someone pulls up the facts from the deep fridge. These people, *points at the crowd* they all need to know what Raven have done down the years and they should know every bit of how things went on then.

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
Since you went straight to the topic, I'll follow it up then. Folks, this man right here had given his life for Raven; he has been said to have the friendship of lifetime with Raven while they were together back in ECW, WCW or even in WWE. But then again, he had never got the spotlight that he deserved, and that too for his so-called "best friend" Raven. Raven had used Stevie like anything and Steve had done everything he asked him to do. Even though Raven often got a few cheers here and there, Steve never got a cheer right there; he had been always blamed for the deeds he did for the love toward Raven and the mastermind has always been behind the curtain. If anyone of you remember ECW from back then in 1993-94, you'd recall the agile, the extreme Steven Richards flying around the ring at his full pace. But then, Raven appeared in 1995 and the downfall of Stevie Richards began then. Stevie was a pro-wrestler, not a sports entertainer and that's where he had lacked right there. He went down to the lower grade 'cause Raven had a better gimmick and he was on the main event spot just for that. Stevie turned to a junkie--- *gets interrupted*

Steven |right-to-censor| Richards
I'M NOT A JUNKIE, FRANKIE! I'M NOT A JUNKIE, I'M BETTER THAN RAVEN. EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE, I'VE BEEN CALLED A JUNKIE. EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE I WOULD HAVE TO FACE A QUESTION, "WHY HAVEN'T I BEEN AN AWESOME WRESTLER?!" I HAVE BEEN CALLED PATHETIC EVERY SINGLE DAY JUST 'CAUSE I COULDN'T CLIMB ON TOP THEN. RAVEN, I THOUGHT HE WAS MY GOOD FRIEND, BUT HE WASN'T EVEN A FRIEND. HE USED ME, HE USED ME LIKE ANYTHING AND NEVER LET ME RISE ON MY OWN. HE ALWAYS HAD THE SPOTLIGHT ON HIM AND MADE ME LOOK LIKE HIS HENCHMAN. I WAS AWESOME BEFORE RAVEN APPEARED IN ECW AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN WAY BETTER THAN THAT B*TCH TODAY IF WASN'T FOR HIM. BRING THAT A**H*** IN AND I'MMA GONNA SHOW YOU ALL AND PROVE ALL YOUR DOUBTS WRONG THAT RAVEN IS BETTER THAN ME!

Stevie pauses and fumes as drops of sweat starts to trickle down his reddish cheeks; he has been waiting for this day to unveil his hatred toward Raven and with Kaz being on his side and giving him a platform to do so, he just got his heart out infront of the audience. Kaz walks toward him and pats him on his back, consoling him and to cool him up. The support from Kaz gets Stevie emotional and the two hugs each other, with Kaz patting the back of Stevie and whispering something in his ear. The words from Kaz brings up a huge grin on the face of Richards and one can say that he's damn happy to get the load off his chest with Frankie aiding him in doing so. Stevie reels back and positions himself near the turnbuckle as Kaz turns his attention to the crowd once again, microphone leveled up to his lips.

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
Though Stevie haven't brought this one up, I think I should just remind the world about this too. Stevie followed Raven to ECW back in 1997 and he wrestled some matches for Raven's Flock then briefly before getting fired. The reason behind that was given out by Stevie himself in a DVD; Raven said Stevie that he was only there to be his "bitch lackey", and that he would get him fired if he pushed for more of a larger role, knowing both would suffer for demanding more than what was above their current status. Anyway, Raven had killed several such careers and had also used several people on his way to stardom. Ladies and Gentlemen, my second guest tonight didn't have her career destroyed but was used badly by Raven. She's hardcore, both inside the ring and even outside the ring, she is BELULAH MCGILLICUTTY!

The crowd gives out a huge pop as the PA system comes to life with the entrance theme of Belulah's husband, Man in the Box by Alice In Chains. The curtain shakes up and out comes Belulah dressed in a black dress and black heels, with her hairs falling over her shoulders. She stands at the top of the ramp, hands on her waists as the crowd gives out a loud cheer and applauds on the appearance of Mrs. Tommy Dreamer. Belulah walks down the inclined plane and gets inside the ring aided by Stevie and Kaz. She gets the microphone of Stevie handed to her and Kaz continues his speech again.

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
I won't go long with this one and I would just cut to the chase. Firstly Belulah, welcome to FFW and WrestleFest. *crowd cheers in background* Now, we'll go down in the teenage of Raven; the high school days when Raven, Tommy Dreamer and Belulah were in the same school. Tommy Dreamer has always been a rough man, and was naive with girls. Belulah, on the other hand, used to love Tommy Dreamer and she proposed him during summer camps. Tommy refused and Belulah slept with Raven, though we don't know if it was tricked or not. Anyway, years passed and nobody knew about it till Raven found out Tommy in the same federation as him and decided to reveal it to the world. Belulah was brought in to the wrestling industry, and was brought only to use her against Tommy. But was the benefit? NOTHING! Belulah was sent to get piledrivers from her high-school crush and that just describes what Belulah went through; SHE WAS USED! But then again, things went to normal and Belulah reunited with her love soon after. But till then, Belulah was used like a puppet and I doubt if any other valet has taken bullet as much as Belulah took for Raven. Anyway, it wasn't me, it was her who was in the receiving end and lets hear it from Belulah herself!

The crowd gives out a small pop as Belulah lifts the microphone up to her pink lips and starts to describe her days with Raven then, which wasn't quite the happy moments of her life.

Belulah |the-extreme-lady| McGilliCutty
Well, Frankie just said everything right there and I don't have anything more to say. But there's just one thing Kaz, BEAT RAVEN tonight. *crowd cheers* BEAT RAVEN AND JUST PUT A SMILE ON EVERY SINGLE ONE THAT HAS BEEN PUSHED ASIDE BY THAT SICK F***!

Frankie |the-future| Kazarian
Raven, I had already vowed to fight for the ones you had pushed aside and here are the two witness who are watching me promise again. Scott, tonight, I'll beat you and retain the FFW World Heavyweight Championship. I'll beat you so bad that by the end of the match, you'll know like every single opponent of mine that the FUTURE IS AWESOME and then you'd be quoting the Kazarian, NEVERMORE!

Kaz drops the microphone and the crowd cheers at the top of their voices, showing all their support toward the world champion. The screen fades to black soon after, kick starting another commercial break.

#END OF ROLEPLAY#

((Sorry 'bout that size of that, I was so into the promo that I didn't even check how many words I've typed. My computer crashed too; I don't have MS Word now, so couldn't do the word count. So yeah, good luck Raven. Looking forward to be amazed by an aweseome RP from you.))

[Raven [T]]

They call WrestleFest III the grandest event within Full Force Wrestling. A stage where men are immortalized through their actions and decisions. WrestleFest to FFW is the proving ground for the year where young talents look to etch their legacy and legends return to keep their memories within the minds of all fans.

WrestleFest comes back from a promotion from the sponsor, the fans are screaming within the crowd as a promotion package displays all the matches that are on for the night. It displays the two main events of Christopher Daniels taking on Matt Hardy and the World Championship match where Kaz defends his gold against Raven. As the package finishes the camera cuts over to the announcers as they speak upon the matches.

[OH MY GOD] Joey Styles: “Tonight we have already discussed quite a few matches but I want everyone to know that this night is about all of you. Kaz had some pretty interesting words for Raven and even brought out past acquaintances to mess with Raven’s mind as well.”

[ECW Legend] Tazz: “That’s right Joey! I mean Kaz actually had some stones to bring out people that have been in Raven’s past and I know both pretty well. The fact that he used people like that is sickening! Kaz had a point but that is the mentality of Raven’s dark mind.”

[OH MY GOD] Joey Styles: “Yes but to use someone’s past at a grand stage like WrestleFest is sick and I personally think is a besmirching tactic. We both know Raven’s mind, I wonder what he would think himself.”

Just then a voice would sound over the P.A. system, it was low when it spoke.

[The Sadistic One] Raven: “Kaz is trying to get into my head.”

As soon as the voice was heard Joey and Tazz looked around them but the screaming of fans caught their attention as there was an image over the titantron screen. A reflection of Raven’s face showed within a mirror and then the camera zoomed out a little showing the backdrop where Raven was standing it a one stall bathroom that had a mirror and a sink before him. The bathroom itself was small, the walls and floor made of cement embedded with an old grained effect. Raven stood dressed in black faded jean shorts his black combat boots sternly pressed against the floor. The rest of what could be seen on him was a worn out black leather jacket, Raven’s hair was long and done in dreads. Both of Raven’s arms were pressed firmly against the sink his hands holding onto both sides. The camera moved up to see Raven’s face again in the mirror but only half of it reflected back. The look within Raven’s eyes were not empty a spark of determination shined within them. Raven looked hard at himself within the mirror his lips moving slowly as he began to speak.

[The Sadistic One] Raven: “We as men are bound by a road, a road we build with our own two hands. I built my road as a professional wrestler which has delivered me to this very night. A spectacle within a company that drives the best that pumps within the veins of all men, it calls upon their spirits to fight for land like Natives did the Americas. I’ve been this close before, I’ve missed the proverbial brass ring as even Kaz said. The count is up for my chances at the gold and this could very well be the last chance. Though irony strikes like the hour hand on a clock, the very same one that is ticking toward the final hour now. For it was nearly a year ago after the last WrestleFest that I debuted, that I came to Full Force Wrestling to send a message. But that part of my road is paved, finished.”

Raven moved his right arm from the side of the sing wiping dust from the surface of the mirror. His face showed his age and his eyes reflected back decades of experience. Raven’s right arm moved as his hand grasped the side of the sink again. Raven continued upon his words as they echoed softly against the cold cement walls of the broken down bathroom.

[The Sadistic One] Raven: “Kaz brought out a man who I walked beside within my past and he brought out a woman I knew well in my younger days. Giving each one time to speak and show their appreciation for all that I have done for them. Although these monetary words from former allies were true about how they were used, how I deserve what is coming to me tonight. Let me suppress that ideology for now and reflect on why I used them. At this moment I look at myself in the mirror, I stare back knowing that I can’t run on my road forever that sometime it has to stop somewhere. Stevie Richards and Belulah are memories, former pawns in a game of mental chess. They passed onto my road and theirs led them to me. I do not hate myself for the things I have done and I do not plan on ever being sorry. What Kaz seems to use as a focal point is my past in and outside of wrestling. Truly he is champion but the mind of a rookie when it comes to those statements made earlier.”

Raven’s reflection in the mirror showed the hint of a smirk, one that showed a hint of humor.

[The Sadistic One] Raven: “Our roads have decided to meet Kaz, these roads that all of us have traveled is much like a story, a tale of fate. With every story there has be a villain. A vile, sadistic and twisted interpretation of darkness, a person or thing made to appear that way by leading morals of a society. You have chosen that I play the role of your Villain Kaz, with my attacks upon you, my negative words about your career. You call this the acts of a coward, you choose me to be your villain so men and women can worship you as a hero? Like a fool in a King’s court to stand out you stretch the meaning out of proportion. Kaz, you are no hero. You are not my judge nor my executioner for those I have wronged. Crown me the bad guy and name me as a hated man. Driven by pain and suffering, moved by hatred and sorrow I thrive to be different that everyone else in this business. I am not scared by the things you have brought up nor am I moved to feel any remorse. Those attacks were not out of fear, they were out of anger. Every word you spout is the same about how you are going to win, about how you are going to keep proving you are the best. So I haven’t crossed and beat the best FFW put in front of me for the gold.”

Raven moved away from the mirror he turned around to stand under the light his whole figure could be seen. The shades of a past and present Raven showed in the light, he was making a stand for himself.

[The Sadistic One] Raven: “You’re a passing craze Kaz. Christopher Daniels passed it to Matt Hardy who passed the torch onto you. I stand before you in that ring possibly as a former shadow of who I once was. I stand before a corrupted audience only meant to see the line of men who compete as black and white. But no I stand in that grey area where fans know me and where they don’t want to look because I don’t fit their guidelines. I lost to Chris, I lost to Matt Hardy but my body keeps moving despite the scars that are permanently pressed to my skin and ingrained into my soul. I am the variable in Full Force Wrestling the odd man out who needs to show you and the latter of the company that anyone no matter their age, physicality, or mentality will rise to the occasion. The linguistic incentives don’t mean jack when the sound of the bell rings and this is what I know. Our roads are meeting, our lines have been drawn, and who we are is out there for the world to see. I am Scott Levy, I am Raven, I am whoever I want to be. Tonight I got another golden opportunity, the stage is grander than both of us.”

Raven moved forward, his footsteps sounded as he passed the camera and opened the door. His silhouette in the door way a few final words escaped with his breath.

[The Sadistic One] Raven: “I don’t like you, I don’t respect you, but I do respect WrestleFest. The night comes upon us to take action against one another. I’m a realist Kaz, my chances can look slim to none but my mind is made up. The end is nigh, the hand has struck the final minute, and I am headed to the ring!”

The bathroom door slowly closed as the figure of Raven moved from its sight. The vibrant words of Raven reflected into the minds of the crowd as the titantron screen faded into nothingness. The scene was set by to determined men to prove themselves on what is the grandest stage possible in Full Force Wrestling.

[Prince of Punk (H)]

Full Force Wrestling Presents
WrestleFest III
Live from Miami Florida
May 9th, 2010
Match Four
Intercontinental Championship
Fatal 4-Way
Shannon Moore (c) vs The Miz vs Goldberg vs Teddy Hart
There's a Last for Everything

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Todd Grisham
Shannon Moore

The scene opens in an eclosed room. Security guards surround two stools. On one stool, sits Todd Grisham. He is wearing a black suit with a gray tie. On the other stool, sits Shannon Moore, wearing a black trench coat, with a black "PoP" T-Shirt underneath. This is accomponied by his black and blonde Mohawk, and black raggedy jeans. The Intercontinental Championship sits upon Shannon's shoulder, and a breifcase with 10,000 dollars bithstowed inside sits at his side. Todd Grisham is holding a microphone, as is Shannon Moore.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... my guest at this time, the Intercontinental Champion, the "Prince of Punk" Shannon Moore."

"And I'm here with the most disrespectful soul to ever enter an FFW arena, Todd Grisham!"

"...So, uh, Shannon. Last week on Revolution, you halted Dolph Ziggler and Teddy Hart in a Triple Threat Ladder Match. As a result, you are able to claim a breifcase containing 10,000 dollars. What are your thoughts on your victory?"

"First off, Todd, I'm surprised you can actually have a civilized interview with me. Only one sign of disrespect in the entire two minutes. New Record? Anyways, I beat Dolph Ziggler, because I know what he is capable of. I know that he didn't need the money. He would've wasted it on hair gel, and other useless items. Now, he stands against a former friend of mine, Gregory Helms. The two are going to face off for a championship that I held longer than anyone else. The Xtreme Championship. I took that title and I held onto it for three long months. I even unified it with the Hardcore Championship, making me the last ever holder of that title. Now, with this title on my shoulder..."

Shannon grabs the Intercontinental Championship off of his shoulder, and holds it up with his left hand. He stands up, and walks over to Todd Grisham, holding the title in his face. Two security guards push try and hold Shannon back, as he lets out a whisper in Todd's ear.

"I will be unstopable. Go ahead, Todd... Try and stop me."

Todd takes in a big gulp, and the security guards push Shannon back down onto his stool. He places the title back on his shoulder and begins talking once again.

"Teddy Hart fell to my hand because he knew I could fly higher, move faster, and win better than he could. No contest there."

"Well, you face The Miz, Bill Goldberg and Teddy Hart in a Fatal 4-Way Match at FFW's Grandest Stage of them all, WrestleFest III. The stakes, Intercontinental Championship."

"Are you seriously telling me where I am? I ought to come over there and beat some sense back into you. As if you had any in the first place, though. I'm seriously doubting whether or not I should keep doing this interviews. Listen, tonight, at WrestleFest III, I will show everyone why I've won everything I've won. Whether it be the Xtreme Title, the Hardcore Title, this breifcase, or the Intercontinental Title, I deserve it all for what I've done in the past, and what I will do tonight. I've won 14 matches in FFW, I've lost 14 matches in FFW, and I've drew 1 match in FFW. That's 29 matches, which means that tonight... will be my 30th FFW match. And rumor has it, its the last. Tonight, I will make sure that my wins and my losses, are no longer tied. I will make sure that I have won more matches in FFW, than I have lost matches. The rough patches that instued in my first matches was nothing compared to my stew of wins I've been getting. I'm once again on a winning streak, and tonight will be my fifth win in a row! Can you believe it, Todd? Of course you can't, you're ignorant.

The Miz has been in more of my FFW matches than anyone else in the locker room. He's also one of the only people still in the company I had a match with last year. Miz, you've crossed my path five times in this company. Most of the time, unfortunately, you came out the winner. I'm not going to let that happen this time, trust me. I don't care who else is in the match, and I don't care how many excuses you have for losing. The bottom line is that I will beat you, because you are no better than I was when I first started wrestling. You couldn't catch a break, and still can't catch a break. Don't believe me? Ask yourself one question. Have you ever been... misused? Self Explanatory.

Bill Goldberg, its nice to see your steroid injected ass still here, isn't it? I beat you way back when you had the Hardcore Title, and I unified it to take the title, end the title, and put myself on the longest Xtreme Title reign in FFW history. It must be a small world, because our fates brought us back together for such a historic event in FFW's history. This has been ordered on Pay Per View by thousands of people already, and will be bought on DVD or seen illegally online by many more. Don't believe me? Why don't you go do some research right now. Either way, though, I know you wont be expecting a win tonight. You know what I am capable of, and you seeing my name booked against yours must've made you die inside. I'm sure you would've much rather settled with going for the Xtreme Title against Gregory Helms, because we both know I am better than you at every aspect besides size.

Teddy Hart, I know you want to believe that you are possessed by the greatest dead wrestlers of all time, but I have to bring you back to reality two weeks in a row. I beat you for a breifcase containing 10,000 dollars on Revolution already, so how hard could it be to beat you again tonight? Some people may be surprised. There's the awful chance that you could beat me because this is a match ending with a pinfall or submission, and not an item retrieval. Sources still claim, that if you win tonight, it will not be a pin or submission over me. Why? Because I am simply better than you in every aspect. I'm pretty sure I've already went over this with, not only you, but many other opponents who fell to my hand. It isn't very soothing of you to want to get into this match, but I do admire your determination.

Here's a bit of advice for the lot of you... Go get a job that you aren't completely horrible at. Who knows, maybe you could actually win something somewhere else."

Shannon stands up, and grabs the breifcase at his side. He opens it up, and walks over to Todd Grisham, showing him all the money.

"Todd... has there ever been a time where you have seen this much money in front of your face before? I'm not talking about on your computer screen, or on your Television. I'm talking in real life, right in front of you. No? Pity. Is it because they don't pay you enough here? They didn't have to pay me this sum of cash. I won it. I was fortunate enough to get this much money after beating down two merciful souls in the middle of a squared circle. I know that what you see is not always what you get, so I'm going to make sure you know. This money, can all be yours, if you could stop being such a wuss, and you hit me right across the face."

Without hesitation, Grisham takes an open hand, and goes to slap Shannon Moore across the face. Before the hand hits the face, Moore grabs Todd's hand.

"There you go again with the disrespect, Todd... I wasn't done. I'm not talking hitting me with your open hand like a little girl. I'm talking about a closed fist, right to the side of the face. If you are man enough to do that, then be my guest, hit me."

Shannon releases his grip, and Todd slouches down on his stool, refusing to punch the Intercontinental Champion.

"What a shame... because I'm man enough to do that to you."

The security guards rush over a few seconds to late, seeing as Shannon Moore had punched Todd Grisham right across the face, dropping him off his stool onto the ground in an instant. The guards pulled Shannon back, and escorted him out of the room. As Shannon is out of the room, the damage done, the guards throw the Intercontinental Championship and the closed breifcase of Money back at Shannon Moore. The camera fades to black, watching Shannon walk down a narrow hallway in the Full Force Wrestling arena.[/center]

[The Miz(T)]

-Prologue-

Last week on Revolution, Mizberg, The Miz and Goldberg were defeated, they lost and again the Miz adds another lost to his hall of shame. The week Full Force Wrestling hold the largest, greatest pay per view in the history of Full Force Wrestling. Bigger than Breakout, Bigger than St. Chaos Valentine. Wrestlefest III was here. The people of the world and the superstars and staff of FFW are excited to get started. Superstars are entering the city one by one and two by two. In their suits and holding their suit-cases. People like Raven and Frankie Kazarian who will be fighting for the FFW world heavy weight championship. We see past superstars like Kane and Big Show and the Rock walking around the city Miami. Florida is having it's summer now and it is crazy hot in Miami. The beaches are full and I am sure the FFW divas are having a great time. Everyone having a great time, a day away from Wrestlefest 3. Wrestlefest 3, where everything starts over, where careers end and careers begin or when careers continue. Anything can happen, every title is on the line, the world, intercontinental and extreme championship. All could switch hand or all could stay with the current champions. Who knows. Everyone is hanging out but someone wasn't been seen since the planes stop coming. The Miz. Where is the Miz, what is doing? What does he have to say? Lets find out, these few hours will be fun! Remember to order the PPV because tickets...all sold out.

-End of Prologue-

"Everyman dies, but not everyman lives" Brave heart


Part One-Day of Wrestlefest-3hrs before showtime

Beautiful Miami, the scene opens up with the sun high and people roller blading down the sidewalks and just enjoying life. Miami, Florida is a great place to be in the summer time, no place it like it. Peaceful and Respectful. Beaches are great and the people are not hateful people like most people are. They love life in this city and state. You can always fit in. People like Michael Jackson performed here in Miami. Alot of history that took place here. The camera begins to follow a limo that appears out of nowhere. The limo goes down the road for a few blocks and drives into the arena's parking lot. The driver of the limo comes running out and opening the back door. The driver is handed a suit case as the suit case reaches the drivers hand the driver steps aside. A foot steps out of the limo, after the foot, a hand comes out and grabs onto the window just so he had something to grab ahold of. The man steps out wearing a black fancy suit and black dress pants. Shades over his eyes and his hair in a spike. The man smiles and takes out his wallet from a side pocket. He takes out a fifty and a hundred dollar bill and hands it to the driver. The driver hands the suit case to the man and the man sets it on the ground. The driver gets into the limo and drives away. The man stands there just staring into one direction. He suddenly smiles, he takes his hand and grabs one side of the shades and in one motion he rips the shades off and we now see that the man is none other that Mike The Miz Mizanin. The smile disappears out of the blue the Miz falls to his knees...

The Miz: Pathetic, it is Wrestlefest and I am suppose to be in the best mood. But....I am not. I feel that I don't deserve to be here. I feel like I let many people down. My journey can not end here.....it just can't.

The Miz takes a second on the ground before back up and brushes the dirt off his knees. The Miz picks up his suitcase and walks into the arena. His head facing the ground.

Part two-Inside of the arena-2hrs before showing

The Miz walks through the arena doors and wrestler after wrestler staring at him. All talking in a quiet tune ever since The Miz walked in. The Miz knew most of them and they did not like him at all but this was cruel, harsh. The Miz walked out to the sign in area and checked in with the arena. He continued down this hall and saw the boss himself Vince McMahon, Vince nodded his head at Miz, The Miz smiled a little smile and continued to to whatever he was doing. The Miz takes a sharp turn and we see a sign that says "wrestlers only." A vending machine up a head and the Miz walks right up to it. The Miz pulls out his wallot and sticks a George into it. A water drops down and he bends down to grab it. The Miz continues his walk down the halls, he begins to past lockerooms. He passes Goldberg's lockeroom and a little ways down he sees Stevie Richards talking to himself by a lockeroom. Richard stops the Miz and begins to speak.

Stevie Richards: AM I A JUNKIE MIZ? TELL ME I AM NOT A JUNKIE! PLEASE MR. MIZ!

The Miz places his hand on Stevie's shoulder which shuts Richard up for the time being.

The Miz: Man, you are not a junkie...You are a great guy, don't listen to what other people says. Now go lay down or something.

Stevie Richards: Oh thank you Miz! You are my hero...

Suddenly its like time has stop. The Miz froze as the flashback of him winning and a little kid screaming out "Miz, YOUR MY HERO" The Miz comes back and a tear begins to form under his left eye.

Stevie Richards: Are you okay man? Hey, I will see you later...good luck tonight....

The Miz still motionless..a few seconds go by and the Miz continues his walk. He makes it to his room and opens it. Throws his suit case and water bottle into his room and shuts the door. The fans can be heard from the ring arena. The Miz begins to walk towards the sound. The Miz gets closer and closer, inside his head he is excited but nervous. He does not know what he will say or how he will be treated. It has been three weeks since the Miz has captured a win and over two years since he has won a championship. As he walks, he is planning everything out. Everything that he must get off his chest before the match for the IC title. The Miz has dreamed his whole life for a win at the greatest stage of them all. His match against John Cena last year at Wrestlefest 2 was great and all but as you remember The Miz lost and that was for a belt as well. The Miz gets to the curtain.

Part Three-Meet Tazz and Styles-Talking about the show.

The camera is now inside the ring area. The fans are going ballistic, cheering and stomping their feet, holding up their signs and screaming FFW FFW FFW FFW FFW. The camera takes a trip around the area as pyros shoot fro the turnbuckles. The excitement in the air is crazy, phenomenal. The camera zooms in and we now see none other than Tazz and Joey Styles. Both sitting their smiling into the camera. Tazz punches Joey in the arm as Styles begins to speak into the camera.

Joey Styles: Welcome everyone I am Joey Styles and here with my partner Tazz! Sorry for the loudness but we are here at Miami, Florida...Live at Wrestlefest THREE! Tonight is going to be crazy not just for us here in this great town but for all of you watching at home. You been waiting for this for a very long time and now the waiting stops! As you see the fans, they are going crazy....they have been waiting for the show to begin and it is now here and what a night we are going to have!

Tazz: I totally agree and I can't wait for the action to begin. Since gone Live, we had superstars coming out here and giving great battle speeches. The world champion Kaz was out here not so long ago and what a battle he must take place in. He will be defending his WORLD TITLE against the 2010 Royal Rumble winner Raven! That will be epic and I can't wait. Not just that but every title will be on the line Joey!

Joey Styles: And what that said, we could crown three new champions tonight. But let me tell you, if Raven wins then FFW will be changed for good. He is a sick man and I don't wanna know what he would do if he had the chance. What about that four way match for Shannon Moore's championship belt! He has to fight three other men to retain that belt. Teddy Hardy, Goldberg and the Miz! What a challenge and what a match that will be aswell.

Tazz: Don't forget about the X-treme championship. Dolph Ziggler will be going up against the champion Gregory Helms. Both young and both wanting to prove who is more extreme! I would like to see Gregory Helms win this one to be honest. He just won it and taking it away so fast would just be bad for his career. Let him experience and take in all of the champion reponsiblity.

Joey Styles: We have a couple more matches to show you aswell. Like the match between Stone Cold and Angelina Love. Will Stone Cold be a man and not hit a woman or will he show why he is the biggest SOB in FFW? And the ring return of Matt Hardy, Matt Hardy will go one on one in a last man standing match with Christopher Daniels. FFW is going for the five stars tonight!

Back begin the curtain we see the Miz pacing back and fourth. The Miz nods and the PA crew presses a button and his theme song suddenly begins to play.



The Miz walks through the curtain and the fans jump to his feet. The Miz smiles and walks onto the stage. A group of fans in the crowd begins a Miz chant. THE MIZ THE MIZ THE MIZ THE MIZ THE MIZ. The Miz taunts the crowd and slowly he walks down the ramp. One fan seems to hate the Miz as the man has a Down with Miz t-shirt and he gives the Miz the finger. The Miz shakes his head as it doesn't bother him...on the outside that is. In the inside, deep down that hurt the Miz but he does not show is emotions.

Joey Styles: Wow, look at the mix reactions the Miz is receiving from the fans. The Miz is getting boos and cheers and even the finger. I am shocked. Usually we would just get boos from the crowd but like I said this is Wrestlefest and at Wrestlefest anything can happen.

Tazz: Well maybe the fans are seeing a new Miz. Like last week, he gave that emotional speech. The Miz seems to be changing and I am starting to like it! Manage if he wins tonight then I think we will have a riot. This is excited!

Joey Styles: Now after thinking about it...The Miz needs this win, he has been losing and another lost will just hurt him even more. A win could help him greatly.

The Miz gets to the ring and he does not roll in since the suit he is wearing is too expensive to get dirty. He walks up the steps and enters the ring. The Miz his handed a microphone from one of the crew. The crew leaves the ring and the Miz brings the microphone up to his lips. The crowd quiets down as The Miz begins to speak.

The Miz: I am glad to be here in Miami, it is a great city and I think it's the prefect place to hold this huge event. This is my second Wrestlefest and I hope it is not the last. My journey to Wrestlefest 3 ends here and I am happy on where I am at in my career. Tonight, here and I have a shot at Shannon Moore's intercontininal championship! My whole career winning at Wrestlefest as been a goal and a dream. Nothing more than a dream. And tonight I want to make that dream a reality! Last year at Wrestlefest 2, John Cena and I had a great battle and as you all know it was him and not be to walk out of that match as the winner and still the television champion! Ever since that match, I was no good at what I do. Something was missing from me, something I been wanting back ever since. My passion and heart was left at Wrestlefest 2 and I came back this year to win them back. I could not win back that television title, when I had the shot at the Xtreme title I failed and when I was given my first ever world title shot a few weeks ago and gave it my all and I still failed. What was missing? The heart that Kaz put into it and I didn't. I am lucky to be in this four way match tonight, to be honest with you I can't believe FFW put me in this match. The past few weeks I have not been able to capture a win. Last week, Goldberg and I lost our match but I want to tell Shannon Moore something. That lost will not keep me from giving my all, that was then and this is now. This is Wrestlefest and anything can able tonight. I feel great, I do. I feel like superman right now, I feel like I can do anything. The reason why I feel so good is because...

Tazz: Drugs?

Joey Styles: Shut up Tazz, not like you don't use them.

The Miz: Because I let things go. I put the past behind me and I move on. I don't care that my own partner is in this match either, this title that is on the line means nothing but a win at Wrestlefest is what I want to accomplish. A win on the greatest pay per view of them all means more than any title win. Do not get me wrong, winning that belt would be awesome. But a win tonight means just the same. It shows that you can fight through the pressure and you are good enough to do anything you want. A win on Revolution is fine and all but at Wrestlefest the strandards are higher and the fans are screaming louder and everything...I am not going to let anything stop me from winning tonight and that is a promise. I seek greatness in all of my opponents, they all have something special to bring to this match and I know what each of them can do when in it to win it. I am sure all three of them are in this match not to prove anything but to win that belt. I am working on my career as we speak and I am planning for next week, just the thought of winning this match makes my spine tingle. I must take this night serious, this is the night that not just I but everyone will remember. Wrestlefest will not happen again until next year, the whole roster, if you want to say something, prove something then tonight is the night to do it. You get no second chance. So when I walk into my match I must be sharp, every move I try to connect with must be prefect. I need to give my all and I must fight this match like it was my last. I am not going to go home tonight telling myself, Oh I gave it my all and I failed or I should had done that instead of that. No, I am walking out of my match tonight with that championship over my head, and I as the winner. Nothing more, nothing less. HOORAH! Tonight is my night to shine and I will not let the leather slide through my hands like many times before. People of Florida, listen closely, the Miz is back and he is going to stay. This is only the beginning, it is time for a new era. You see, I will fully admit that I've been dreading this match for weeks, but I've also been as anxious for it as you all have. You all think I'm not looking forward to the challenge you three will bring? Don't mistake me for the other guys on top, I know what you're all capable of, I'm just waiting for you to be consistent. We're alike in a lot of ways, us four sacrificed to be here.

As you know I've spent my whole career being misunderstood in one form or another. Whether it's being called arrogant, a downright asshole, or greedy, there's always been someone to come along to tell me I'm wrong for what I'm doing. I can tell you yes, I can be a asshole and also greedy but I will not by being either. I will win this match because I am different, because I need this win, because I am the MIZZZZZ and I AM AWESOME!

The Miz goes to set the microphone down but says his last words.

The Miz: I know I did not trash my opponents like I usually do but good luck Shannon Moore, Ted and Goldberg.

The scene ends with the Miz setting the microphone down on the mat. Leaving the ring and walking up the ramp and into the back. The FFW logo comes flying across the screen as the camera fades to black and the show goes to commerical.

[The Miz(T)]

Just wanted to add how many words....Words: 3017, good luck guys, feedback would be cool, that rp took me 4hrs. This is my first ever rp over 3000 that I have ever done.

[Kaz |F|]

ATTENTION : The deadline has been shifted to Wednesday, and you may post your RPs till then. - From the desk of Christopher Daniels.

[Goldberg (T)]

After The Miz's promo we go backstage where in a dark room we see a figure of a man looking on his television. A voice is then heard

Voice: When I think of some of the biggest nights in wrestling history I think of these moments. When I think of what defines a man's career I think of these moments. See, these moments I'm about to show you are what people in our business dream about doing. These men live on forever. They live in past, our present, and will be there in our future. These men and moments are immortal. So, with out further ado...

The figure then loads what appears to be a tape into the VCR and the video begins to play.

Highlights from Wrestlemania I of Hulk Hogan, Mr. T, and Jimmy Snuka walking to the ring are shown as well as the team of Roddy Piper and Paul Orndorff We also see Muhammad Ali as the special enforcer and how he restarts their match. Finally we see the end where Cowboy Bob Orton climbs on the top rope only to hit Paul Orndorff with bis cast and Hogan pins him for the win.

Next on the tape is the classic Wrestlemania III match between Hulk Hogan and Andre The Giant. We see a record crowd at the Pontiac Silverdome followed by Hogan's epic slam on Andre and then the finishing touch of the Hogan leg drop followed by the crowd blowing the roof off the place after Hogan's victory.

This is followed by the classic encounter at Wrestlemania VI of the title for title match involving Hulk Hogan and The Ultimate Warrior. A highlight of the two meeting in the center of the ring is shown followed by the two going back and forth, including The Warrior kicking out of the Hogan leg drop. Finally we see Warrior gorilla press slam Hogan and win the match.

We fast forward all the way to Wrestemaina X in Madison Square garden for the epic ladder match between Shawn Michael's and Razor Ramon for the IC title. Highlights are shown of each going back and forth and using the ladder in remarkable ways never seen before. We even see the amazing leap from Michael's off the ladder and on to to Ramon. Finally, we the odd ending to the match where Michaels gets his leg caught in the ring allowing Ramon to climb up the ladder and win the match.

Now we're at Wreslemania XII during the classic iron match between Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels. Highlights are shown of both going at it and causing near fall, but the 60 minute time-limit expires with no pin fails. As Hart is walking up the ramp he finds out the match is to be restarted and the first pin fall wins. We then see Michaels finally get a pin on Hart to win his first World title.

We're now onto the next year's Wrestlemania, Wretlemania 13, where we Highlights of the Steve Austin-Bret Hart submission match. We see highlights of each other going back and forth, inside and outside of the ring. Finally we see the classic finish where Hart has Austin in a sharpshooter with Austin bleeding profusely, but doesn't tap. Hart finally wins, not because Austin taps, but because Austin passes out due to extreme blood loss.

The tape even has a classic WCW Starrcade moment on it as we from 1997 the Sting vs. Hogan match. Random spots are shown until we get to the end of the match where the controversy happens as Hogan has Sting pinned and won, but Bret Hart comes out to restart the match as the ref apparently fast counted. The match restarts and we Sting put on a scorpion lock on Hogan causing him to tap out.. This then causes the the WCW locker room to empty out and raise Sting high on on top of their shoulders.

We are now shown highlights of Wrestemania 14 and the first meeting between Stone Cold Steve Austin and Shawn Michaels. Fast forward to the finish where Austin blocks Michael's attempt at sweet chin music and spins him around into a stunner. With the ref down, special enforcer Mike Tyson steps into the ring and counts the 3, giving Austin his first title win and launching the Stone Cold era. We then see Michaels upset at Tyson, who then rips off his DX shirt and under it a Stone Cold shirt and then he decks Michaels while is out cold in the middle of the ring.
The tape now stops and the voice is once again heard.

Voice: I could go on, but I think you've gotten the idea. There are so many classic and iconic Wrestling moments and they all happen on the biggest stage.

The lights now go on and we the man was Goldberg! Goldberg is standing there in his black wrestling trunks giving a crazy stare.

Suddenly the crowd erupts:

Crowd: Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg!

Goldberg:Tonight is suppose to be like all those moments you've just re-witnessed. I mean it's WrestleFest III! This is supposedly the grandaddy of them all. It's bigger than Wrestlemania and Starrcade combined. It's Game 7 of the World Series and the Superbowl wrapped into one. This is truly where the boys are separated from the men. Where in one instant you can either become a legend or a never was. I don't know about you all, but evening watching those moments I've seen a thousand times I've got chills all over my body. This my first Wrestlefest and I have to be honest, I'm a little nervous, a little anxious and a little excited, I don't think I've felt this way heading into a match.

Goldberg takes a long pause and stares straight into the camera once again.

Goldberg: I like this feeling though. It gives me a feeling of anything can happen. At any moment I feel I can do anything. Something big in air Something memorable is going to happen. Just look at the crowd. It's electric,. It's sold out. What probably around 90,000? My mind's racing 100 mph. The one comforting thing is that though it all, these fans have come to see us. They're rooting for all of us. All they ask in return is that we go out there, put our bodies on the line and give it our all. At the end of the day that's all you can ask for. f you're just going to half-ass it, I'm sorry that's just not going to be good enough. Maybe on Revolution or another ppv, but not tonight. Not on the night of the sport's pinnacle. You have to go full throttle. If you don't it would be a disrespect to the fans, the wrestlers currently working here, and those hall of famers who paved the way for us

On a night like tonight how do you not get jacked up? Can you feel it? Can you feel the atmosphere out there? Tonight, a hall of famer in Dolph Ziggler goes against a true competitor in Shannon Moore for his X-treme title. Hell, we even have an inter-gender match between Steve Austin and Angelina Love. The feeling back here is just electric. We have two of the best this federation has ever seen competing against each other when two hall of famers take on each other in a grudge match Matt Hardy and Christopher Daniels. I mean Matt Hardy came back for this match in at this event. You know this event is special, he would not just show up at any old ppv. Then, we have a huge main event when maybe the two best current wrestlers here face off for the World Title in Kaz vs Raven. No doubt, with all of the stars in attendance everyone wants to bring their A game out. Everyone wants to be the man, the star attraction. Everyone wants to be the guy who everyone is talking about at the water coolers the next asking his friends or co-workers "OMG! Did you see what so and so did at Wrestlesfst last night? It was amazing! Dude, you have too see it!"

Part of the reason I showed that video was because those highlights were those water cooler moments. They were those Oh-My God moments we're still talking about. I also showed them to bring up the fact there are still many of those moments left for us to bring here at Wrestlefest. We can still make those memories for all the people attendance. I can still make those memories. See, after tonight, I will be the man who a young fan tells his grandchildren about. I will the man whom a wrestler will show a video package of in twenty years.

Tonight I have my match to make a Wrestlefest moment in the form of a four way match fr the Intercontinental title. I've been drooling over this title for months on end and now it's finally within my grasp. My time to shine here with something other than a hardcore or extreme title is deathly close to coming true. However, the road to this title will be long, hard and windy and I wouldn't expect anything less. One of my opponent's is Teddy Hart of the famed Hart family. See he knows all too well about the big stage because its in his relatives stemming on down from Jim Neidhart, British Bulldog, Owen Hart, and the one and only Hitman, Bret Hart. Unfortunately for you Teddy Bear, you haven't experienced a moment like this for yourself. You don't know what to expect. I know you're probably sitting in you locker room thinking about all of those fans in the arena and watching at home, hoping you don't screw up, hoping you don't fail, hoping you can just live up to your last name. You don't know how to perform in front of 90,000 thousand fans. You don't know how to give a truly great and memorable performance. You don't know how to engage the crowd the like Bret did. You don't know how to be the man. You may have the talent, but the stage is just too big for you to win at and it will eat you up and spit you back. So, maybe next year kid. I'm sure you'll be back.

Another opponent I have to face is a man I know all to well. He is The Miz. The Miz is someone I can refer to as a friend in this business. We've trained together and all this and that. He truly is a great competitor, a worthy adversary. However, Miz, the problem still lies within yourself. I see in it your eyes, when we talk, when we train, you're scared. Miz, you're afraid of Wrestlefest. You're afraid of evening mentioning the subject. can hear it in your voice. It's something that haunts you in the middle of the night.It's something that makes you wake up with a sweat. You're afraid because you fear failing because you've done it too many times in the past. Coming oh so close , but oh so far just like against Kaz where you thought you had the title won, only to have it taken away from you shattering your boyhood dreams. I'll stand side by side with you and take out those other punks, but just know I will have no problem turning around and spearing you straight to oblivion if that's what it will take for me to come out on top. I know what I'm going to get from you tonight though. I know you're going to try and put on the best performance of your life because Wrestlesfest means so much too you. Your, good, hell you are Awesome, but tonight you will just be another crushing loss where you come with in an inch of making history, only too come down hard, falling flat on your face because it will be me picking up where you fall short and becoming the new ic champ.

Last, but not least we have the current Intercontinental Champion, The true punk, Shannon Moore. Shannon, with us there truly is no love lost is there? Yes, we've crossed paths a bunch of times in our careers especially here in FFW. As you noted earlier it was you who beat me for my hardcore title and unified it with the x-treme title. For one night, you were better than me Shannon. For one night, you wanted something more than me and you got it, you earned it. However, now I want something you have more than you want it. You said how when I saw I was going to fight you at Wrestlefest I died inside, making an inference that I was scared of you, that I know I can't beat you. The real truth is when I saw I was going to be facing you at Wrestlefest I smiled. A big grin appeared on my face. Finally, I was going to be able to get a measure of revenge, payback, retribution. We both know I'm the better of us Shannon. I've always been the better of us. The fact of the matter is I don;t even need to beat you specifically. I have two other men in that ring who I can pin and take your title. That's right Shannon, you take my title I'm going to take yours. only this isn't just some cheap hardcore title this is the Intercontinental title. Some of the greatest of this business have held that title such as Ricky The Dragon Steamboat, Mr Perfect, Rick Rude, Macho Man Randy Savage, and The Ultimate Warrior. Soon, I'll be added into that esteemed list. When someone mentions that list I'll now be on it. I'll also then be on the list of those who were both Intercontinental Champions and World Champions. I couldn't think of a better place such as Wrestlefest to do it especially by beating you.

So men the gauntlet has been set. The stakes are high and the stage is grand. At any moment one of can do something spectacular. One of us can make history. In fact, one of will indeed make history because after tonight I can assure you that people will be talking, asking "Did you see that fatal four way match at Wrestlefest III? It was one of the greatest matches ever! I also guarantee you they'll remember years from now who the winner of this prestigious match was. The answer will be easy. See I've been in this business a long time. I've done it all. I've been the world champ, I've headlined Starrcade, I've been an attraction at Wrestlemania. With me, there is no fear of the unknown. There is no uncertainty. There is no fear of failure because I've been to the mountain top. I've walked down the ramp hearing 70,000+ screaming my name "Goldberg, Goldberg, Goldberg! I've been there for the fancy introductions, the nerve racking moments where the audience is in anticipation and awe. I know I have what it takes to be The Man. We all know I will be the best wrestler standing inside of that ring so, again, the answer to the question your kids will ask "Daddy, who one the fatal four way for the intercontinental championship at Wrestlefest III? The answer will be Goldberg! The next questions you will not only go back home and ask yourselves after tonight, but will be asked once again by your kids is "Who was the show stopper at Wrestlefest III? Who really stole the show? Who really gave a historic performance? Who won match of the night? The answers to these questions will be like same as the first, it's very simple you see: Goldberg! To prove it, I'll spear all three of my opponents tonight and pin all three at the same time. I'm going to be the best in that ring and there is no one who can stop me. It's time to put the women and children to bed and go hunting for some dinner!

The road to immortality awaits me. It's just a mere three seconds away. When I win, the heavens will open up and confetti will fall from the sky. Fireworks will go off and it will be the dawn of a new era. The bottom line once again is I'll win because you're all forgetting that while I may be out of my prime, but age always beats youth.The war of a lifetime is on gentleman. I'll see you out there. Let the games and fun begin.

Goldberg turn to leaves his locker room, but quickly turns around.

Goldberg: Oh, how silly of me to forget on a night like tonight.

Fear The Spear!

Goldberg proceeds to leave, but once again turns around.

Goldberg: You know what, what the hell, the night's too big not to say it. So, for old time's sake,


{In unison with the crowd}

You're All Next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally, Goldberg leaves the room and the camera focuses on a Wrestlefrst III poster on his wall before the footage fades out. with crowd yelling one last time:

Crowd: Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg!

[Dolph Ziggler [H]]

FFW resumes after the commercial interval to quite a different setting. Apart from the elaborate, yet spectacular stage set up the most telling difference this week is the overwhelming electricity in the air! (He type of electricity only caused by the grandest stage in sports entertainment, Wrestlefest. The camera pans out as spotlights runs across the thousands of screaming and cheering fans, before the view settles at the announce table where the always welcoming announce team of Tazz and Joey Styles greets the viewers at home with great enthusiasm and joy

Joey Styles: Welcome back ladies and gentleman! If you just joined us, you are just in time for the third annual edition of Wrestlefest!

Tazz: What do you mean just in time?! We have already heard from some of the greats in this business! But not to worry,there is still a lot come, I'm sure of it!

Joey Styles: But before we get to the excitement, I have just received word from our production crew backstage, Dolph Ziggler apparently has a desire to talk to the FFW faithful

The scene cuts backstage to what appears to be a locker room. The camera moves across the room, exposing a large metal gym machine,a bench press and a large multi compartment wall unit used to store clothes and various other equipment. The camera finally stops as Dolph Ziggler becomes the centre point of the feed. Jumping up and down in an attempt to warm up prior to competition, Ziggler seems more focused than ever. He comes to a stand still before slowly strolling toward a fold up steel chair and taking a seat.He reaches into his black gym and pulls out a roll of white tape.He begins to speak as he starts wrapping his right wrist.

Dolph Ziggler: Gregory, I want to thank you for your little rant earlier this evening,because I havnt laughed that hard in ages. But you see,the bad news is that after I had the opportunity to calm myself I realized that you really do believe the garbage you spewed. I saw that look in your eyes, the look of a naive little man that managed to steer clear of his certain,diabolical fate. Gregory Although you have been with this company longer than I have, the fact is that I am the proven superior in this equation.

Ziggler wrips off the tape and ensures it is firmly in place before beginning with his other wrist. He speaks again with the same self assurance as before

Dolph Ziggler: Now I'm not going to waste a lot more time trying to talk myself into the empty minds of these fans,no!Instead Gregory I want to bring you back to reality. The cardinal sinners made an impact in this business,let alone this company.They had a goal in mind and they took what they wanted. But here's the thing,the only thing that brought that glory down,and hampered their reputation as an elite stable was you! Regardless of how hard you try to prove everyone wrong, you have always been the guy that used to dress up as a super hero, riding the coat tails of men like Matt Hardy and Christopher Daniels. As you stood in that ring night after night talking about how dominating you are,you were being laughed at! Gregory,although you would never admit it, deep down in your heart you have always known that you have never been more that the 'so called' beer break!

Ziggler Snaps the tape off and again runs his free hand over the edge,securing it to his wrist. He drops the tape back in his bag and stands up before folding the steel chair up and glaring at it,as if he was entertaining himself with the thought of the extreme violence that awaits.

Dolph Ziggler: With all of this aside,kiddo, I want you to say goodbye to your title properly before coming out to that ring tonight. No, wait, just to make sure why don't you just give your family a call as well!

Ziggler walks out of frame with the chair in hand before the few fades out

[logansuicide]

"Biting the hand that feeds."

Wrestlefest returns from a match hype as the scene cuts straight to the back near the parking lot, where we see an ambulance and several security guards as well as paramedics.

It appears that the FFW security is holding back someone while the paramedics are tending to a downed FFW superstar, as teh camera man gets closer to the action, we see that the man being loaded onto a stretcher is none other than Santino Marella, who seems to be bleeding profusley from his head.

As the camera man pans around a little, we can see a steel chair laid out on the floor with a few dents in the main seat and some of the dents have blood splotches on the, the camera frame pans around toward security only to show FFW Xtreme Champion, Gregory Helms with quite a proud smile on his face as he is being yelled at and pushed, being toled to go get ready and get out of here thats enough.

As the ambulance drives off with a severely beaten Santino in the back, Helms proceeds to pick up the chair he used to victamize Santino, and continued down the main hallway where he passes Todd Grisham.

Todd Grisham

Gregory Helms, can I have a word with you?

Todd asks as Helms struts by.

Gregory Helms

Make it quick.

Todd Grisham

Well obviously Santino must have provoked you in order for you to assault him like that, however, I would like to ask, what was the ultimate reason?

Helms stops and tosses the chair into what appears to be a grocery basket.

Gregory Helms

Ultimate reason? I;m Gregory Helms, I dont need any reason to do whatever the hell I want to, when ever the hell I want to, however the hell I want to.

But so I can put it simply so you and all the FFW crybabys around here can sleep peacefully tonight, Santito thought it would be funny to poke at an already pissed off pitbull.

To be honest with you, Ive been waiting to do that for weeks, and I know I'm not the only one.

Todd Grisham

Ok now that thats out of the way, whats your take on what your opponent had to say earlier, if you saw it?

Helms clearly gets annoyed by the question.

Gregory Helms

Oh I saw it alright, and I've got an answer, a few actually, for starters, if you think I was the one who brought down the "Sinners", your sorely mistaken Ziggler, if anything, it was Christopher Daniels who brought it down, he couldve stayed around and led the Sinners to war, but no, he had to go and take a vacation, and then comeback as the new Revolution GM, leaving myself and Matt Hardy to defend ourselves after the Big Show dissapeared off the face of the planet, but then Matt Hardy had to take a break, leaving me, Gregory Helms, the sole surviving Sinner, all alone, and thats when all you little FFW superstars decided to play the role of a vulture and pick apart the remains, none of you would be anything without us.

I was the longest reigning FFW Hardcore Champion in history, and I plan on being the longest reigning Xtreme champion in history, in fact, I plan on never losing this championship at all, Ziggler, I've got a present for you.

Helms lifts a sheet off of a table to reveal a plethera of weapons.

The camera zooms in on the table to show a Tazer, what appears to be a cattle prod, barbed wire 2x4, brass knuckles, a sledge hammer and a bag labeled "Thumbtacks, Screws and Glass.

Gregory Helms

Look Ziggler, my painful gift to you....I intend on using every single one of these one by one by one, until your body is completly dissabled and your swiming and pool of your own blood, that white mat out there will turn maroon by the end of our match tonight, I hope your religious Ziggler, if I where you, I'd pray to your god, because this god, wont show you any mercy tonight, believe me when I say this will be your last match, tonight.....All hell breaks loose.

Gregory Helms loads up all of his "presents" into his basket and pushes Todd aside as he begins to push his kart down the main hall and toward the ring.

[Matt Hardy (T)]

Requiem

The thunder and lightning rolls and roars as rain is seen shooting down to the ground like millions of small asteroids colliding with the earth outside the window which is slightly covered by a peachy-pink set of curtains. A sad, almost disturbing and psychotic piano piece is played as the camera focuses on the room. The windows have a tall and slender frame, meeting at a point with a curved body. The walls have a boarder running across them. The underside has a light beige colour with blue, green, and red thin stripes and the top half is a solid, yet faded bird-egg blue like colour. The wallpaper is ripped in some areas and is peeling off from some corners. The floors are made of wood and are becoming warped, faded and rotten. The camera slowly travels across as another bright flash of lightning abuses the viewers eyes. It’s a fairly steady travel. We see paintings hung on the wall. Some of families, people, and boats that may have been some sort of significance towards the town where this old home (which seems to be built sometime in the early 20th century) resides. Another flash of lightning buts in and then is fallowed by a loud crash of thunder which rocks the walls, making them shake, roar with squeaks and tremble in the storm. We now see an old piano. In excellent condition, actually, unlike the house which homes it. A man, draped in a cape which casts a hermits hood over his head plays the piano in the psychotic manner. Dangerous, yet beautiful.

The man slams his hands down on the keys, sending a chilling dramatic close to the piece. He shakily gets up. We see a close up, angled shot of one of the pictures. One of a family dressed in clothes that look as if they were made in the 1800’s. The faces of the children have been cut out and a red mark is drawn across the throats of the parents, offsetting the yellow-stained black and white photograph.
We see the man again as the camera follows him. He reaches a door, an old wooden door, warped like the floor. It has a circular shape at the top. He opens it and the dull black sky and the rain greets him. He shuts the door behind him as he walks out on a balcony. There is silence now, just the pitter-patter of the heavy rain stomping in the distance like soldiers marching to war. There is a muffled thud heard outside. The man we just saw playing the piano had jumped from the balcony, plummeting to his death.

We see the piano again now. It sits achingly still as the thunder roars again. The camera pans out as Matt Hardy walks into view. Hardy’s face is now unpainted. His eyes burn with the fire similar to that of Apollo’s chariot blazing through the sky. His hair is let down, long, wet, and straight, resting on his shoulders and continuing down his straight back. He wears a bandanna tied tightly around his head with his sunglasses perched upon it. They’re an empty black while the bandanna is a retina-burning red with white designs across it. Small crosses accompanied by a border that seems to be made of barbed wire. He wears black dress pants, a black dress shirt neatly tucked inside, a red tie and a long black jacket, stretching down to the knee. The jacket is undone and a red and black flannel scarf is pulled underneath the lapel of the coat. He has his hands shifted into the pockets of his pants, sending the coat a little backwards like the wings of a proud rooster. He takes a few steps as a oil lamp in the background illuminated one side of his face.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
Life is a beautiful, yet sad event, don’t you think? You come into this world with so much wonder, a blossoming flower, soft clay which will be molded by your parents or guardians to prosper in “the real world”. You grow up into a child, full of energy, full of imagination. Billy wants to be a fireman, Suzie wants to be a nurse. It’s amazing how much enthusiasm and positive attitudes these children have. Then you enter the teens. Where you are pressured and pushed around to become one of the cool crowd. Indeed, ha. Then you become an adult, you get a job, you get married, you have kids, you grow old. And at your most decrepit days, you die. Either slowly, painfully, or peacefully. Sometimes.. All three. You’re born as nothing, you’re then known to be a creative, bright, yet challenged student, then you die, to become nothing again. Nothing but dust, bones, and spiders. Worms. The soil which pushes greater, prettier, more astonishing flowers out of the ground to meet the sunlight. Your children. Your grandchildren. You’re a legacy.. For nothing. OF nothing. Just for mating, reproducing, having a busload of children and grandchildren. You didn’t do nothing special. We all do it. It’s been done to death. So is this. Me, here, coming to you from your television set, telling you what to and what not to believe in this corrupted world what is governed by tyrants and devils who will screw you out of your hard-earned money and all of our decency. Just at the same level as a rodent. You’re not a person.. You’re a number. A number that THEY don’t care about. You’re nothing. I, on the other hand.. I’m something. I DID something with my life. You sit back in your plain white wifebeater with a mustard stain from last week, You look at your wife you love to beat ever second night, your kids who lay on their floor, holding their heads up with their palms, their elbows on the floor. You think about your job at the plant. Then you get a little nervous because you are reminded of the affair you’re having with the boss’ secretary, so you take a large gulp of your bear and everything is all right. Right? .. No. It’s pitiful. You’re just a lazy sleazy slime ball. I am a success in every sense of the word. Hell, I am the greatest professional wrestler YOU have ever seen, right? Tonight in my final stand, in my final battle. In my final stand against everything that is wrong.. Christopher Daniels.

Matt approaches the piano, taking a seat at the piano bench, still facing the camera. He cups his hands together, interlacing his fingers. His back is arched forward, his elbows on his knees, a smile is drawn across his face, but it soon fades away as the rain is still fairly loud.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
You see, Daniels has been running this company for far too long with an iron fist, but with a paper conscience. He had the hard look and the determination of a leader. The moxxy and experience that this company needed. But he knew that he bailed out. He KNOWS that for a fact that he was afraid of Matt Hardy and the potential that I had. There’s a quality about Daniels that a lot of people are not aware of, but look at it. From my angle, please. Everything Daniels touches.. Dies. It rots. Poetic Justice. The Kardinal Sinners. My sanity. He tampered with my mind and soon, thanks to his alignment with certain “characters”, I eventually exploded into a psychotic beast who’d rip through anything. Soon, FFW will feel the dreadful knife that Daniels holds in his holster made of deceit and threaded together by lies. Daniels will soon rip this company apart and leave it as a worthless battleground so vile not even a lizard will be able to feed off of it’s vegetation. Daniels is scared, you see. Why screw you behind your back when he could screw you behind a desk? Huh? That’s my question of the day. Over to you Grover!

Matt chuckles to himself.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
In all seriousness, Daniels is a worthless piece of trash who is long overdue for a needle in his spine to put him out permanently. I’m armed and loaded, ready to put it all in the books that I have toppled over my greatest foe. I never defeated Daniels. Canada never won gold on Canadian soil. This year they won the most. Tonight, I put Daniels down for the count. Tonight I put an end to these dark clouds that reign over our city and make the sun beam through so all of us can be enlightened and be carried off to heavens during the rapture. We will all be saved. No doubt, though. You got to admit, Daniels did a lot for this company. Slowly working like a beetle rooting its way through a cow patty to turn it into a masterpiece. In his eyes. In my eyes it’s disgusting. Much like you would think my analogy was absolutely disgusting. Daniels, no matter how large the masterpiece, it will be recognized after your pitifully die. Mozart died while writing the requiem. Funny huh? One of his greatest, most respected pieces of music was left cut off while he laid dead. Daniels, look at me. Look in my eyes. What do you see? Some petty, cocky fool who you played, you used as a pawn in your wicked game of chess just to advance you farther in the playing field? No. You see everything you are and everything you’re not. Sadly, Daniels, your chess set is made of glass and you pressed to hard down on your piece and your chess board shattered much like your career here in FFW. It will shatter.

[/color]

Lightning makes an appearance again. Matt tilts his head backwards and darts his eyes to look at the window and the streams of water streaming down the glass.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
Get out your little make-up kit, Daniels and line your eyes for battle. Wear your Curry-Man pants and your little booties. Suit up in whatever makes you comfortable. Spartan armour, a dress, your little priest suit. Suit up for the apocalypse. Why don’t you come with your friends from the boardroom or a handful of lawyers? Bring the whole damn cooperation! Nothing will stop me from ripping you apart like you already have ripped this company to shreds. You’re DEAD to me Daniels. DEAD. I’ve been shot in the back, then shot in the head AND I STILL GOT UP. You got a little pinch and you ran to “the man” to put you behind the desk. You and I were brothers, and now it seems like we’re just business associates. I work for you and nothing more. We spent so many nights, so many long mornings preaching to our fellow brethren, smartening them up, helping them see from the aspect, from the angle that they were meant to see from. Where did it go?

Matt stands up now, pulling one arm out of his long jacket, then the other, he tosses it over the piano as if it were a chair and he was a hungry man coming home from work.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
What happened to the old Daniels? The one who burned and thrived with the enthusiasm, the enthusiasm that me and many more lacked until you took us up into your hands. You let me go once I got to an almost exact level as you. I hung on though. By a branch. A rickety old forgotten branch that extends from the endless canyon of death and despair. I pulled myself up, regained my focus and continued back up. Surpassed you, and climbed to the top. The key of destiny sat in my palms and then I let it go and let Kaz open the door and take his spot. Kaz, you’re a great athlete and I respect you for your stint as champion.. Just don’t get too hot or you’ll eventually burn. Daniels burnt long ago. He’s just a creature made of ash now. Carrying on just for the sake of the company. He thinks that he’s the greatest thing that this company has seen. WHO’S THE LONGEST REINGING CHAMP!? WHO’S THE FIRST UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!? Christopher Daniels? You bet your diddly. No.. Matt Hardy. MATT FRICKIN’ HARDY! Daniels may owe it to himself. But I did it all of my own. I am by far the most successful wrestler from all of our factions. Daniels hightailed it out like a scared poodle in a dog fight. I continued on like a destructive force, tearing through everything in my way. I was bred to destroy, created to discontinue.. Daniels was a pioneer in this company. A maker. I was a perfect creation. Untouchable. Then, the creation became greater than the creator and he got rid of me. Like Dr. Frankenstein and his creature. A deranged mad man.

Matt rolls up his sleeves then pulls on his tie, jarring it back and forth to loosen it. He takes his sunglasses down from his forehead and extends one of the ear pieces and shifts it in his collar, folding it back down.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
Daniels, you’re nothing but a worthless little louse. You jump from head to head, using them like a mindless, senseless piece of meet. You claw, grab, tear, rip, digging until your damned tongue tastes the “red gold”. Your precious blood.. Then you’re done with them. You go to another person, and use them, and so on and so forth. I am overly scarred by your tricks and your deceiving manner. It makes me sick. [/color]

Matt walks a bit, admiring the photos. He straightens one up with one arm, steps back, and takes a look. He adjusts it with the other then steps back again. He nods once and looks back at the camera with his head on a downward angle, still looking into the camera almost in the corner of his eye. A demonic presence is seen in his face as he gazes into the lens.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
Back to the subject of Mozart. He was afraid to finish the Requiem, Daniels. Terrified. He seriously thought that this piece of work would be the dramatic requiem to his life. One of his most perfect pieces of work, he hid from. He ran away. It seems that you’ve been running away for far too long now, Daniels. Away from your most precious, most extravagant pieces of art today. Me. You run like a scared dog. Sweat drops from your brow like bombs over Hiroshima. You see a sign.. It reads stop. But you keep running, knowing that the senseless traffic are the only ones who bow to such a command. The streets are dead as the silence in your chest though. Your heart knocks against your ribs like a beggar searching looking for food in a foggy street. Much like the one you’re in now. You see an ally. A possible escape route. So, you look for it, knowing that the monster is just shortly behind you. Ready to feed on your flesh. There’s a brick wall there.. One too tall for you to jump over. You reach. You crawl, you climb, just to try to get over. Unsuccessful. Then a growl is heard. You turn around and you see a shadow lurking closer. And out from the darkness steps…. A bunny. You sigh out of relief. Then, out of the sky reaches two dark wings, then a creature. One with a darkened face, not visible in the poor lighting greedily shed by the streetlights. It grabs you and rips you apart like a knife sawing through the sinews of a cow getting prepared for packaging. Your blood is left in the wet puddle that feels at home in the soil. Just a memory of your life. You see, that’s how I play Daniels.. Mind games. Mind frickin’ games. Everything seems so intense, like you’re going to explode. Then it calms down. You’re okay then. You press your back against the wall and think. But then, it’s cut short. Instant black. [/color]

Matt laughs loudly.

-x[Matt Hardy | The Angelic Diablo]x-
I’m looking forward to our match, my friend.. I really am. But don’t run and be afraid, now.. It won’t feel the same way you may be envisioning it at this point.. It’ll be much worse. Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Matt walks off screen as thunder rolls again before the screen fades to black. [/center]

[Prince of Punk (H)]

Nice Job everybody.

[Dolph Ziggler [H]]

FFW's presentation of Wrestlefesr 3 resumes with a live feed from the parking area, where a few crew members are all engaging in a casual conversation. The attention of the camera is soon diverted away from the group as a long stretch black limo pulls up and slowly comes to a halt. The crew members all quiet down and their heads all turn in unison to see who the late arrival is. The camera view slowly comes right up to the limo in an attempt to get the first glimpse of whoever is inside.

Tazz: Well whoever that is, he or she needs to fire their manager! This is surely not the time to be showing up here!

Joey Styles: I'm not going to disagree with you on that partner,but as they say, if you are important enough, people will wait!
The driver of the limo gets out and walks over to the rear door and opens it in a very formal and professional fashion, unveiling a man that causes a huge pop in the stands,inside the arena. The one and only Ric Flair gets out and buttons up his suit jacket before thanking the driver with a tip and some strange words

Ric Flair: This won't take long, so keep the engine running.

The driver nods in approval before closing the door and re taking his position in the drivers seat. Flair starts walking toward the arena entrance from the parking area, only to be greeted by two large men in black attire,labeled with the word - SECURITY -.Flair grins in a surprising manner and greets them

Ric Flair: Evening gentleman. I have a VIP sky box arranged for tonight,so if you don't mind I'd be making my way over there.

The security guards approves Flair's VIP pass but then responds in a way no one would have expected

Security: By order of Mr Vince McMahon,we have been assigned to accompany you to your seat for tonight's event,sir.

Flair grins again before responding

Ric Flair: So the old devil doesn't trust me? I can't say that I blame him.Okay,lead the way boys!

The three men proceed through the double doors into the arena hallways,passing a few staff and security members along the way. Flair keeps glancing down at his watch every few meters as if expecting something to happen,something planned. After a lengthy walk the two leading security guard turn down a hallway marked of as -STRICTLY VIP ONLY -,but the cunning nature boy casually continues straight without being noticed.

Tazz: Wait a minute, what the hell is Flair doing?

After establishing that he is in the clear, Flair removes his jacket with meaning and tosses it down to the ground. He then removes his silver watch and places it in his pocket before loosening up his tie all in mid stride. It is obvious he is spoiling for a fight,and even more obvious is with who. He walks past a area seemingly reserved for the production crew as a large amount of metal pipes and boxes are placed neatly together. He pauses for a second and grabs hold of a steel pipe before again continuing on his way toward the central backstage area.

Joey Styles: This is the moment I have been waiting to see for quite some time now!!!!

Just as Flair cuts around the final corner that leads to the central area the image of Dolph Ziggler is seen not to far of,on the other side of the open plan area,getting a bottle of water from the vending machine. Ric Starts storming at him with the steel pipe cocked back but mere meters from his target Ziggler manages to turn and duck out of harms way just in time. The sound of glass shattering draws all the attention to that point as the steel pipe connects with the vending machine. Flair regains his aggressive stance with steel pipe in hand as a bewildered Ziggler,now sitting on the concrete floor,starts back pedaling in an attempt to escape.

Tazz: What the hell is Flair doing?!

Flair again swings at Ziggler's body but again he rolls to his right and only just escapes the impact of the blow. At that point the two security guards arrive and manages to contain the angry Ric Flair with a large commotion. Ziggler escapes out of frame,still stunned by the attack as Flair is being restrained.

Ric Flair: This isn't over Dolph!! You hear me!!!

The feed cuts to a promotional clip

[Vince McMahon (T)]

No idea the results haven't been posted yet, guys. Sorry about that.

I'll post them later on tonight.

[logansuicide]

Thank you Vince.