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Things hadn't been going too well for a while; that's something I knew. I'd made mistakes, sure, but let's be honest; Acid getting injured 8 months into what was supposed to be his epic reign leading to a face turn is not something I could control. Still, putting the belt on Jay Chord? That was my fault... The moment I'd done it I knew it was the wrong thing to doo, but it was done before I had a chance to change it. I'd heard his grumbles, that he had been speaking to his dad about getting into TCW or SWF and, with his ability, we couldn't afford to let him go.

 

On top of that the splitting up of The Band, and in turn, Lover and Heat, had been hugely criticised. They were huge in Mexico and Gil felt that I'd "alienated a huge market share". They were still watching, they just couldn't make a decision on who to love; Heat or Marquez.

 

They were my main mistakes. I had thought that when Bach and Taylor signed I thought my luck had changed. The news of our two newest signings that were due to début this week had me up all night working on our script for this week. Then? Well, then I got the call. Apparently the reason these new guys had signed was because of the new management that was in place. I'd been offered a place on the "Creative Team" but the truth was that I was being offered a job as a Road Agent.

 

I'd accepted, but only because I had no-where to go. I'd finally moved into a house and taken an office at the new TRW Headquarters after months of living and working out of a hotel room; I'd moved my life for this. Now I'd been left with nothing. I'd watched my name being removed from the door whilst his name replaced it. As I sifted through the remains of my career as Head Booker, I realised that this was never a job I should have been hired for. And now, now I was given the pleasent job of welcoming my successor. I had to admit that I was jealous, but I would do what I needed to do.

 

And then he was here...

 

Kendall: Good morning, and welcome to TRW.

 

Vibert: Thanks, Duncan, now if you don't mind? We have two days until the next show and I have some calls to make.

 

At that moment I realised, now more so than at any point before, it was over. My time at the top was finished and there was nothing I could do to stop it. This was Vibert's world now, and I was just a pawn within.

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Nine months ago Gil Thomas called me about some crazy idea about taking on the wrestling world. I laughed in his face, told him to kiss my ass and asked him politely to stop calling me. Canada was cold, but the money was good and I wasn't likely to be left jobless with my reputation torn into pieces on the ground. I also remember sitting down in front of the TV every Wednesday night for the last nine months watching some excellent TV; made a change from that USPW nonsense.

 

So a month ago I heard Sean McFly was leaving North of the Border and I called him about coming into CGC. He said he'd love to work with me but needed a "bigger stage". He'd thought about TRW as it was a "wrestling show that told a story". The problem was, apparently, Duncan Kendall. The stories from the South were that whilst he was well liked, his ideas were one dimensional. I had to admit, the stories were good, the wrestling was good but there was little depth and forward planning in their work.

 

Damien Carvill had called me, asking about coming up to CGC when his contract ran out and I asked him why. His reason? His Straight Edge Character was too watered down for his liking and wasn't being allowed to change it. All in all, things weren't looking good for the future of Total Revolution Wrestling.

 

Now? Here comes Phil Vibert to save the day. Luckily, I had a get out clause in my CGC contract that let me move to any company outside of Canada with better ratings than CGC. Alright, it was a loophole, plus Gil's wallet seemed to make things a little easier.

 

Today was my first day, and right now I was stood at the door to my office looking in at Duncan Kendall looking all wistful and sorrow-filled. I had to work real hard not to tell him to get out my office; he was being nice and had, indeed, been given the task of "handing over" to me. I appreciate the fact he was up to the task, but I had a job to do, a company to run, and a roster to look over.

 

Kendall: Good morning, and welcome to TRW.

 

Vibert: Thanks, Duncan, now if you don't mind? We have two days until the next show and I have some calls to make.

 

I almost saw the life flood out of him, his whole world crashing down around his ears. The truth is, I've never been in this business to make friends; his loss is my gain.

 

Notes:

 

  • This is a redux of my TRW Diary that I started before I lost everything on my old laptop. The roster has been updated and the popularities adjusted to mirror those that were in place when I auto-ran the promotion from Jan-October.
  • I chose Phil Vibert because he's more of a dynamic character, not just as an on screen persona but as a behind the scenes character as well. I'm excited about the prospect of building characters and writing a story. I'm hoping this works out a little better than the previous incarnations.
  • Please enjoy, some of the styling will be similar to that of my other diary if anyone is interested. My WWE diary will be more "as and when" where as this is going to be more structured. I hope it's successful, I'm due one sooner rather than later.
  • My Real World Diary is not finished, I'm just finding the creative side of that diary to be lacking. It's kind've funny, I'm pretty much JUST booking the shows with the characters as they are in the WWE. Whilst I know that's likely to change with time, I kind've feel like I'm "playing chess with someone elses pieces"; yes I'm playing but someone else designed the board. It's kind've a slightly more in depth version of Raw Vs Smackdown. This is going to be my creative output, the other diary is going to be my "righting the wrongs" that I see in the WWE.

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I'll give this a look, at least because Kendall is my dog :3

 

Oh, btw, DHARMA GREGG IS THE GREATEST FEMALE IN-RING PERFORMER EVER WHAT ARE YOU DOING PUTTING HER AS A MANAGER.

 

*cough*

 

But seriously, that's a nice roster. Sammy Bach looks like Jack Bruce, which is kind of cool. Got some 40-plus year olds, too. This might be fun.

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Jay Chord, Antonio Marquez, Gonzalez,Acid

 

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Bryan Holmes, Damian Carvill, Donnie J, Greg Keith, Mainstream Hernandez, Sammy Bach, Matt Keith

 

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Art Reed, Ash Campbell, Davis Wayne Newton, Machine, James Prudence, Joshua Taylor, Mikey James, Rhino Umaga, Steve Flash

 

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Buddy Garner, Robert Oxford, Samoan Machine, Steven Parker

 

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Frankie Perez, Dragon, Soul Taker

 

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Americana, Casey Valentine

 

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Phil Vibert

 

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Carl Batch, Dharma Gregg, Jennifer Heat, Melanie Florence, Sienna DeVille

 

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Craig Prince (Agent), Crippler Ray Kingman (Agent), Davis Ditterich (Announcer), Doc Messing (Colour), Duncan Kendall (Agent), Eric Tyler (Colour)

Eugene Williams (Referee), Gil Thomas (Owner), Sara Silver (Colour), Steve Smith (Announcer), Wilson Carlisle (Referee)

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Greg & Matt Keith

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Jay Chord, Greg Keith, Matt Keith & Ash Campbell

 

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This may be a redux work, but having missed out on it first time around, I'm enjoying what you've laid out for TRW thus far. The roster is a very interesting mix and it's always nice to see Gil Thomas getting some love in a dynasty. I'll be keeping my eye on this.
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Wednesday, Week One, November 2010

Live From the Total Revolution Arena, Miami, Fl.

Attendance:

 

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Total Revolution TV begins as we head to ringside to meet our broadcast team.

 

Smith: Hello everyone, welcome to Total Revolution TV! My name is Steve Smith joined by Sara Silver and "The Traditionalist" Eric Tyler!

 

Silver: Thank you Stevie! I just can't wait for all the action tonight...

 

Tyler: Anything with oiled up guys, right?

 

Smith: Come on guys! We're coming off the back of a fantastic Insurrection last night where we crowned a NEW TRW World Heavyweight Champion.

 

And with that, as if this was really some kind of scripted show, those words queued the arrival of the new Champion.

 

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The sound of Born to Win by Masaya Rider as Jay Chord and The Pedigree make their way out to a chorus of boos. Taking a moment to drink in the reaction, the four men stand in the centre of the ramp; Chord flanked by his fellows. As if choreographed, all four raise their Championships into the air. Grinning, Chord begins to make his stride to the ring. They climb inside, and Chord takes the mic.

 

Chord: Tonight, whether you like it or not, you will honour me.

 

The reaction to this statement almost takes the roof off the arena as the crowd signal their displeasure.

 

Chord: Last night, at the age of twenty, I became the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in ALL of wrestling. That's fact, there's nothing that can be said or done to change it. I am the youngest World Heavyweight Champion their is, was or ever will be. At twenty years of age, most men are passed out from beer bongs, sleeping around and having fun... Despite the fact that I live my life in exactly the same way...

 

He turns and half chuckles to the other members of Pedigree who follow suit.

 

Chord: ... The difference is that I, Jay Chord, have reached the top of his chosen profession whilst doing it. Think about this for a minute, each and every one of you people who sit out here, underachieving, underpaid, undereducated pictures of failure... Imagine not only doing something you've ALWAYS dreamt of with your life, but pairing that with doing it at the age of twenty. I am, that good.

 

Smiling once more, he allows the crowd to get their opinions across before completely ignoring all of them

 

Chord: Last night, The Pedigree became what we were born to be; Elite. We may have been born with this talent, with the destiny to be Champions, but it takes real strength of character to do it so very soon. Look at us, four men, active in this business for less than a combined eight years total and we have reached this pinnacle. Most of our so called peers have to work that long just to be recognised. We are, elite. We are the Pedigree. Born to be Great.

 

Another big grin is met with abstract jeering by the fans here in Florida. This, however, seems not to dissuade Chord from his path, but to egg him on.

 

Chord: Tonight is our party, tonight is the night that we make this company our own. We have every intention of taking tonight off. In fact, we have every intention of taking the month off. Why? Because we're THE single most important entity in this company. We will do what we want, when we want, how we want; and there isn't a single person who can stop us...

 

Eerily on queue, the unfamiliar tones of My World by Gun's and Roses strikes up over the arena speaker system. Each member of The Pedigree look as confused as the other, completely unsure as to who is interrupting them. It doesn't take long for the party crasher to make himself known as Phil Vibert makes his way onto the ramp. The crowd go wild for the unexpected guest. Finally, as the din dies down, Vibert nonchalantly slides his free hand into the pocket of his pants and lifts the mic to his mouth.

 

Vibert: Hello gentlemen...

 

His words are met with cheers from the crowds before he waves them down. Chord, still looking confused, lifts his own mic.

 

Chord: What the hell are you doing here, Vibert?

 

Vibert smiles through his goatee.

 

Vibert: Well, Jay, it would appear that the TRW Board of Directors felt this company needed a new direction, and as such, felt they needed a new man to front said change. I, Mr. Chord, am that man. So in future, I suggest you get used to calling one of two things; Mr. Vibert or Sir.

 

The crowd pop for the announcement.

 

Vibert: I suppose, Jay, that means I get to decide on just who get's the next shot at your championship, doesn't it?

 

Chord furrows his brow, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the change.

 

Vibert: Well the good news, is that we're going to find out tonight. We're going to have a Beat the Clock challenge tonight, meaning that in the four matches that take place, the man who gets the win in the shortest time will be named the Number One contender for your Championship... Oh, and I suggest you do a little scouting tonight, because two of the competitors will be debuting superstars. How does that sound?

 

Chord: That's... You can't...

 

Vibert's jovial look suddenly darkens, his eyes drop to a dark fear educing black.

 

Vibert: Let me stop you right there, Jay, I can do ANYTHING I want to do. This is my World now, and you're just a chess piece that I'll have fun playing with. Do NOT fool yourself into thinking you can bully and boss me around. It wont happen, I spent years dealing with the toughest, the baddest and the hardest men in this business. You. Do. Not. Scare. Me. See, I've known most of you boys from the day you were born. Especially you, Ash. And here's something you need to know; Uncle Phil is really disappointed in you. Let me make something clear, your respective daddy's may be telling you just how great you are, but the fact is each of them will, deep down, be ashamed of their legacy.

 

Chord looks on, as do The Keiths, but Campbell seems to look sheepish for a moment, as if he knew it was true.

 

Vibert: The way you disrespect legends of this business makes me sick, men who've paved the way for you. Legends like Steve Flash, legends who have not finished with you by a long shot...

 

Chord: Woah, woah, woah... Steve Flash lost last night, that's it, he's done. He get's no more shots at me ever, that was the agreement...

 

Vibert: And there we go again; Jay Chord thinking the world revolves around you. For a second Jay, take yourself out of the spotlight and let me talk to the Keith boys.

 

Chord looks deeply affronted and grits his teeth.

 

Vibert: Before I came out here tonight I spoke to Steve after watching what happened last night and we came to an agreement. Over the next three weeks, Steve will take you on both. If in the next three weeks, he beats you just once, then he will be able to choose a partner with whom to face you at the Pay Per View. Just to make things a little easier for you boys, each of your matches will be a little easier. This week, regular singles match against Greg, next week a no DQ match against Matt and finally, a no DQ Handicap match against you both...

 

The Keith's look a strange mix of confidence and the unknown.

 

Vibert: And as for you Ash, I suggest you watch this next match closely, because the winner will be named the Number One contender for your championship... Enjoy your party... Boys.

 

As Vibert turns to leave, Chord once more makes a movement.

 

Chord: Woah, woah... Vibert. This is my celebration, this is my night. You don't get the final word; I do. Tonight, all we're going to find out is who the next victim of our collective greatness is. All you've done, is sign someone’s death warrant. I hope you can live with yourself; because what we do, is great. We're The Pedigree; Born to be Great.

 

 

Smith: Mr. Vibert has made an impact here tonight!

 

Silver: Mmmm... I love an impact...

 

Tyler: Steve Flash taking on the Keith Brothers? Bad idea in my book, Steve is a great competitor but the Keiths have the skill edge.

 

Silver: And the age...

 

Tyler: Age means nothing, if you're good enough, you hang with the best.

 

Smith: Maybe so, and we'll find out later tonight, but for now, let's head to our first match up.

 

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The opening contest of the evening saw Joshua Taylor begin his pursuit of the TRW International Championship taking on Steven Parker. Both men seemingly wanted to make an impact as they went all out to give us a very strong opening contest. Both men, in the infancy of their careers both showed much of what has people raving about the both of them. Each man looked to take whatever advantage they could with Parker finally looking to get the victory with the Future Shock only to find his attempt reversed into a beautiful Butterfly Lock submission. Within seconds, Parker was taping out, and Taylor had the win.

 

Winner of the match by submission- Joshua Taylor

 

Smith: Great victory for Joshua Taylor. It looks like his sights are set on the International Championship.

 

Silver: And he's HOT... I mean, smoking hot.

 

Tyler: Could you try talking about wrestling for once?

 

Silver: Fine; Taylor has strong mat basics and fantastic in stamina. His abilities in that ring are envied by many.

 

Tyler: ...

 

Silver: And he's HOT...

 

Smith: That being said, we have to head backstage where Mr. Vibert is preparing to give some bad news...

 

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Backstage, the doors to the building open as Carl Batch enters followed by Samoan Destruction Inc. and Damian Carvill. As the four begin to make their way through the corridor, they catch sight of Phil Vibert talking to some members of the ring crew.

 

Batch: Phil? Phil Vibert! Well I'll be damned, what are you doing here? A warm change from Canada don't you think?

 

Vibert: Carl...

 

Says Vibert extending his hand to shake.

 

Vibert: Good to see you.

 

Batch: You too, you too... I don't like asking questions twice, but what are you doing here?

 

Vibert: Ahhh I was just having a conversation with Bobby over there about some changes I think need to be made around here. I'm going to speak to a couple of the boys and make a few suggestions.

 

Batch let's out a mocking snort of laughter.

 

Batch: Phil, 2004 called, they want their booker back.

 

Carvill laughs along, but the Samoans just look mean.

 

Batch: In all seriousness, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I don't even know why you're here. I didn't invite you onto my show, and you "giving out pointers" looks bad on me. So, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you left my building.

 

Carvill slaps Batch on the back and they both laugh together.

 

Vibert: Ahhhh, I get it. You didn't get the email... Well, let me spell things out for you. From this moment on, you're no longer "Mr. Batch" TRW General Manager, you're Carl Batch, an average manager with average clients. So I suggest, if you don't want to be escorted from MY building, that you start showing me a little respect.

 

Batch's eyes are wide, his mouth opening and closing in surprise as he starts to shake a little with either anger or fear.

 

Vibert: Oh, and Carl... It's Mr. Vibert.

 

Vibert turns away, grinning and makes his way out of shot as we head back to ringside.

 

Smith: Well it looks like Carl Batch didn't get the memo...

 

Silver: It's clear that he wasn't happy with that information. Maybe next time he'll check his Blackberry.

 

Tyler: Eating fruit means nothing, he needs to look at his emails.

 

Smith: I... Uh... Ladies and gentlemen, up next we have our first Beat the Clock challange match.

 

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As always, Bryan Holmes looked to try and take his opponent apart piece by piece. The problem? Marquez is probably the only guy on the roster who could match him move for move. The match was a clinic, with both men trying to tie the other up with hold after hold. Soon enough, both men started to take a chance in order to get the win. Holmes made the mistake of doing the one thing he would never normally do, go to the top rope. His missed attempt at a Missile Drop Kick would serve Marquez well as he managed to hit the South of the Border Stunner!

 

Winner of the match by Pinfall in 11:52 - Antonio Marquez

 

Smith: A good time of eleven minutes and fify two seconds.

 

Silver: I can deal with nearly eleven minutes.

 

Tyler: Let's just hope that's a good enough time for Marquez.

 

Smith: Hold on, what's this?

 

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As Marquez leaves the arena, Bryan Holes begins to climb to his feet. As he does, Rockstar by Hole hits and the crowd go wild for the entrance of Sammy Bach! The Rockstar makes his way out to the ramp dressed in Leather style pants and his own t-shirt with a mic in hand. Allowing the din to die down, Bach smiles into the mic as he begins to speak.

 

Bach: Last night Bryan, you tried to make an example out of me on my début. I came out to thank the fans, thank the people for their support as I made a difficult career change, and what happened? Let's take a look...

 

Footage from last night's Pay-Per-View begins to play in still form. Sammy Bach making his début, making a speech and then for no reason, suffering a heinous beat down at the hands of Bryan Holmes ending with nailing a Final Impact.

 

Bach: I know, Bryan, you came here a few months back and you wanted to be the face of this company. A man who, for all intents and purposes, "carried the ball" for TRW. I know you had it in your mind that within months you would be the TRW World Heavyweight Champion, that you would be everything a Champion should be. An intense, fighting Champion. The problem, as is generally the case with those who feel success should be handed to them on a silver platter, is that you failed. You haven't made anywhere need the impact that you wanted. Now, now you're jealous. Because I'm here, because The Rockstar is here and he's planning on rocking out and kicking ass. Your mistake, Bryan, is that you made yourself the first victim of my Rockstar mentality. So like my hotel rooms in every city in the World, you're going to end up

 

Bach drops the mic soaking in the reaction of the crowd.

 

Bach: So watch your back Bryan, because I may have given you just warning; but that doesn't mean I can wait for my victory party. Anywhere, any time, I will take back the moment you stole from me last night; and when I stand over your beaten and broken body, me and all my screaming Party Animals will rock the night away.

 

Rockstar begins to play again as Bach winks at the silent machine stood in the ring with his hands on his hips. Holmes, as always, shows no emotion for Bach whatsoever as the Rockstar takes his leave.

 

Smith: Looks like The Rockstar didn't take kindly to that attack by Holmes last night.

 

Tyler: Talk is cheap Smith, he needs to back it up and in that ring, few are better than Bryan Holmes.

 

Silver: How do you become a groupie? I'd like to be Sammy Bach's groupie...

 

Smith: No idea Sara, but up next we will find out the first of the two big debut's that we've been told about... And here comes our first competitor.

 

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Cool by Pylon hits as Donnie J makes his way out to the ring he slaps hands with the fans before reaching the ring and climbing inside. He takes a mic and raises his hand.

 

Donnie: Dudes, thank you so much for that righteous ovation. It's totally awesome to be here. I gotta say, when I found out that tonight I'd be taking on a new superstar, I was totally pumped. I was like "Woah!" and then I spoke to one of my boys and he was like "Huh?" and I was like "Yeah!" and he was like "Duuuuude." and I was like "Awesome!". He was just as awesomized as I was!

 

He stops for a moment, letting his verbal cool-fest sink in before lifting the mic to his lips again.

 

Donnie: As cool as this all is, I gotta know. Who is it? Whose my opponent? I need to know man! I'm not worried, I'm just curious. Whose this totally genius opponent for me tonight? Whoever it is, I don't care, they just need to make sure they understand that tonight? I win. That's all that matters. Everything else just isn't cool, and me? That's all I'm about... Donnie J... Cooler than sub zero...

 

As Donnie lowers the mic, the lights go out. The crowd drop to a still silence; suddenly Haunt You by Xhibit A hits and as the letters, E, N, Y, G, M and A flash up on the screen, the crowd go wild. When the lights return Enygma is stood behind Donnie J, his arms outstretched. As Donnie waits, Enygma swings his boot up and into the groin of Donnie! The crowd are stunned at this seemingly unnecessary attack. The masked Enygma tilts his head as if surveying what he's just done.

 

Smith: What!? Why!? That's not what Enygma is all about!

 

Tyler: You do what you have to to get ahead, Smith.

 

Smith: But not like this! Not tonight! He had a chance to do things the right way!

 

Silver: But he chose not to! Winners with, Steve, that's why you've always been a loser.

 

Smith: Well... We have a referee in the ring and it looks like we're ready to start our match. I have a feeling, this could be over very quickly.

 

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Enygma's début seemed destined to be over quickly, but Donnie J never backs down. His tenacity seemed to be the only thing keeping him in the match with him getting his shoulder up out of Enygma's nonchalant pinfalls every time. On a number of occasions, his small flurries of offence looked to break through, but each time Enygma cut a corner to break off the offence. It was, however, towards the end of the match, that Donnie got his break through. Enygma posed after what he thought was a successful toss to the outside, but Donnie J skinned the cat and hit a number of high impact moves. As he set up for the finish, for the second time that night, Enygma dropped to his knees and with the referee's view obscured, he slammed his arm into Donnie's groin before rolling him up with a school boy.

 

Winner of the match pinfall in 10:44 - Enygma

 

Smith: From start to finish, Donnie J has been ROBBED of this match.

 

Tyler: I have to admit, this new side to Enygma has surprised me, hopefully we'll get some answers; but I somehow doubt it.

 

Smith: Answers we deserve Eric! Enygma has turned his back on all he stands for. These are dark times, for the Enygmaniacs!

 

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Heading backstage, we find ourselves in the lockeroom of The Pedigree where we find Greg and Matt Keith deep in discussion.

 

M. Keith: ... All I'm saying is that if I come out there and I get involved, you could get disqualified and then we have to fight that fossil for our Tag Titles.

 

G. Keith: I'm not asking you to get involved; I'm asking you to come to the ring and watch my back. God knows who Flash has enlisted, him and that power crazy maniac running this place now have had their heads together.

 

M. Keith: I know you think you need me, Greg, but at some point you really need to stand on your own two feet. You head out there tonight, and next week you can come out and we can beat on Flash all night long.

 

Greg's eyes narrow, clearly unhappy.

 

G. Keith: Hold on, hold on... First you're saying you don't think I can do this on my own, then you're asking me for MY help next week? Are you serious?! I should kick your ass like I've done every day of our lives...

 

M. Keith: Hey, firstly, that's not what I said, and secondly, I'll happily give you a dose of the medicine you've been guzzling for the last twenty years...

 

The brothers momentarily meet nose to nose before the TRW World Heavyweight Champion gets between the two of them

 

Chord: What in the HELL do you think you're both doing? Show some god damn class. We're The Pedigree for god's sake; we're not a mindless gaggle of hobos. You do NOT fight your own, you back each other up. You two need to start showing some of the class that The Pedigree deserves.

 

M. Keith: What are you talking about Jay? Our Pedigree is about our wrestling legacy, not some high brow, high class society...

 

Chord: Well it should be! We're above ALL! Do you realise that? And to be above all means that we ACT like we're above all. If I catch the two of you head to head like a pair of petulant puppies again I will put you down, do you understand me?

 

The brothers nod curtly, seemingly unhappy.

 

G. Keith: I'm sorry, Jay, it's just this thing with Flash that Mr. Vibert...

 

Chord: What did you just say? Mr. Vibert? It's Vibert, Greg, JUST Vibert. If you want to call someone Mr., then try Mr. Chord... If you want to call someone sir then I'm right here to indulge your fantasy. You show that man no respect, because he shows no respect to us. Now I suggest you get out to that ring and do what we do best. Destroy. Win, lose or draw you make sure Steve Flash keeps his nose out of Pedigree business; for good.

 

The Keith's pick up their Tag Team Championships and turn and leave the lockeroom. As they do, Chord holds his World Heavyweight Championship in his arms, cradled like a baby, as he seems to fade out with the camera.

 

Tyler: What the hell was that about? Jay Chord looks disturbed.

 

Smith: I don't know, but I'm not sure it can mean anything good for "The Remarkable" Steve Flash.

 

Silver: Just get the boys out here, I can't WAIT to see them.

 

Smith: Don't go away ladies and gentlemen, Steve Flash versus Greg Keith is up next.

 

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Following months of being cost by the Keith boys, Steve Flash finally had his chance to take them down. As the match begun, the referee seemed to have a handle on keeping Matt Keith out of the match and Flash seemed to have a handle on keeping Greg Keith engaged. Both men traded action with both knowing the stakes, as often as Flash evaded the Proton Lock, Keith managed to escape the Flash Bang. All at once, the circumstances aligned into a chain of events that lead to this matches end. As Flash climbed to his feet, Greg Keith faked a stumble pulling the referee into the corner. As Flash readied himself, Matt Keith climbed into the ring and hit a Spinning Reverse DDT. Sliding back out of the ring, Greg dropped to his knees and scooted over before locking in the Proton Lock. Just seconds later, the referee called for the stoppage of the match, but Greg didn't let go. He held the hold for as long as possible waking Flash from his unconscious state, causing him to scream with pain; the pressure on his shoulder too much to take. The referee started to count, reaching four before Matt forced Greg to break the hold. The victory was still theirs.

 

Winner of the match by submission - Greg Keith

 

Tyler: God damn punks!

 

Smith: Eric, are you Ok?

 

Tyler: No, this is crap. Do what you have to, but there's no need to humiliate the man. He was down after that belt shot, but putting him in the Proton Lock until he screamed in pain? There was no need for that!

 

Smith: And Flash could well find himself in much more trouble next week when he takes on Matt Keith in a No DQ match.

 

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As Smith finishes speaking, the ring is clear for the entrance of "The Natural" Damian Carvill. Straight Edge by Tricore hits, as he makes his way out to the ring with Carl Batch, looking vacant, by his side. The two men enter the ring and Carvill takes a mic.

 

Carvill: In the few months since I came down from the country where Wrestling is pure and good, Canada, I've seen nothing but depravity and debauchery. I've seen parties on Miami Beach, I've watched parents stuff the faces of their fat kids with sugar while the smoke cigarettes and drink beer and I've seen so-called body builders inject themselves with steroids just so they can enhance their physiques. Do you know what is the only constant? The only unchangeable truth? I, Damian Carvill, cannot be polluted. My mind and my body are pure; I am all Natural.

 

Standing in the centre of the ring, Carvill puffs up his chest and grins out whilst conducting his sermon.

 

Carvill: From a land where wrestling is everything, I am the greatest import that TRW could have made. I am the Straight Edge signing, and I am everything I profess to be. Tonight, I have been given the opportunity to partake in the Beat the Clock Challenge in the stead of Domination Inc's fallen Warrior, Acid, I have been given the chance to show just why Natural is Normal. I offer now, an open invitation to any man in the back to come out here right now and take me on. Because no-one, and I mean no-one, has what it takes to go toe to toe with my Natural ability...

 

For the second time this evening, My World by Guns and Roses plays as Phil Vibert makes his way out to the ramp. In the ring, Carl Batch seems to deflate at the sight of the man who is now in his former role. The Natural, however, doesn't seem so upset.

 

Carvill: What's this? After years of hiding behind a suit, is Phil Vibert FINALLY going to step into the ring? Oh my, this is going to be fun.

 

Vibert: First of all, it's Mr. Vibert Damian. If you want to keep your job, you'll remember that. Secondly, don't be so naive; if you think for one second I would put myself in that ring against anyone, whether it was you or not, then you're "natural ability" clearly doesn't extend to mental aptitude. The reason that I'm out here is to tell you that I do have someone who has accepted your invitation. Someone who I think, might have issue with you claiming to be Canada's greatest export...

 

The opening rift of Stone Cold Crazy by Metalica hits and the crowd almost blow the roof off the arena as Sean McFly makes his way out to the ring. The Technician makes his way to the ring as Carvill suddenly looks worried.

 

Smith: OH MY! SEAN MCFLY IS IN TRW!

 

Tyler: Things just got interesting...

 

Silver: His wife is way hotter...

 

Tyler: ...

 

Smith: Ahem... I... Uh... Anyway... Let's head to the ring for this exciting contest.

 

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A tantalising match made better by their North of the Border connection. Carvill attempted to outfight the Technician, whilst McFly did what he does best; wrestle. Both men looked good for the win at times, but in truth, on his début? The outcome was never in doubt. As the match came towards it's conclusion, McFly began a series of moves that meant the inevitable end. A German Suplex, an elbow drop and a leg drop slowly brought Carvill to his feet. As he turned around he stumbled into Delorean Driver; McFly made the pin for the victory.

 

Winner of the match by pinfall in 10:01 - Sean McFly

 

Smith: GREAT win there for Sean McFly on his début!

 

Tyler: The Technician did what he does best, he tore Carvill up.

 

Silver: I'll admit, in this match I actually watched the wrestling...

 

Smith: That's what Sean McFly does, Sara, get you interested... Wait, what's this...

 

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McFly celebrates to his music, which suddenly cuts out. Better than You by Metallica hits as Mainstream Hernandez makes his way out to the ring accompanied by Jennifer Heat. In his hand he holds a mic.

 

Hernandez: Sean McFly, well, well, well... I'd heard a rumour but never believed it was true. Last I heard you were leaving North of the Border to start your own promotion. Now you're here? How does your wife feel about this Sean? Or, dare I say it, is one of the biggest power couples in wrestling history on the rocks? I can't blame you both, neither of you are anything in comparison to the most attractive couples in the world today, Mainstream Hernandez and Jennifer Heat! Damian Carvill may have been easy pickings for you Sean, but watch carefully, up next I take my spot as the Number One contender, and when I do, you'll see that everything they say about me is true... I am Mainstream's number one entertainer. Period.

 

At the moment that Hernandez said "Period", both men came face to face at ringside. Before the two can get physical, Hernandez backs up, an arrogant grin crossing his face with Jennifer Heat getting between them.

 

Smith: Tensions rising on the show this week, Eric, why would Hernandez poke fun at McFly and his wife?

 

Tyler: Nothing like getting under a rival's skin... I sense Hernandez seeing himself making a name off Sean McFly.

 

Silver: Jennifer is such a lucky girl... God I'm jealous. She hangs with Hernandez, and I'm stuck with you too.

 

Tyler: I'm sure we can do something about that...

 

Smith: Guys please! We have the Main Event next, Mainstream Hernandez taking on Gonzalez one on one!

 

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In our Main Event, the duo of Mainstream Hernandez and Gonzalez faced off one on one. The leader of The Creed left his boys in the back, opting for a one on one match straight up. An even match between the two was a first for TRW with the two having not crossed paths before. The match was close with a number of back and forth exchanges before either man could take any advantage. At first, it was Hernandez, after Heat had gotten involved in the match by distracting Gonzalez. Then, Gonzalez came back with a number of high impact moves that dropped Hernandez back. He hit The Blade, a solid hand blow to the back of the neck knocking out his opponent out cold. As he made the cover, Heat pulled the referee out of the ring! With just three minutes left, Gonzalez chased Heat around the ring and then into the ring, as she ran past Hernandez, he hit Gonzalez with the Super-kick! He rolled into the pin as the referee rolled the ref back in... 1... 2... NO! Shoulder up! The counter continues to drop, with a minute to go, Gonzalez staggered to his feet, Hernandez lines up the Super-kick again and... Duck! Hernandez turns around and Schiavona! Gonzalez dropped into the pin... And got the win! As Gonzalez looked to the clock, it had ticked to zero...

 

Winner of the match by pinfall in... - Gonzalez

 

Silver: Did he beat the clock?

 

Tyler: I think... I think maybe he did!

 

Smith: YES! Gonzalez did it! 9:59! Just SECONDS to spare! He's the Number One contender... Wait... What the...

 

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Gonzalez takes a moment to take in his victory before dropping to one knee. He places his hand over the face of the still unconscious Hernandez and closes his eyes. He quietly mutters something as he crosses himself with his free hand... As he climbs to his feet, he turns around to the boos of the fans, and is met with a shot to the skull with the TRW World Heavyweight Championship. Gonzalez hit the mat with a sickening thud as Jay Chord stands over him. Chord grabs a mic and drops to his front, just inches away from the fallen Gonzalez.

 

Chord: Tonight is just the beginning, Shawn. Tonight is the start for you. Do you think this Assassin crap scares me? Scares the Pedigree? Whatever you think you can do, I can do more. Whatever you think you've got, I've got more. This...

 

He holds the title next to his face.

 

Chord: ... This is more than you can handle, this is more than you deserve. You weren't born to anything, you weren't destined to be anything more than what you are. I am Jay Chord, born to be great!

 

Climbing back to his feet, Jay Chord stands over the fallen Gonzalez, slowly raising the TRW World Heavyweight Championship above his head. His eyes widen, and his stare is intense.

 

Smith: Ladies and gentlemen we've found out tonight who the Number one contender to Jay Chord's World Heavyweight Championship is; but Chord hit the warning shot with the attack on Gonzalez tonight! Join us next week to find out what the repercussions will be! Good night everybody!

 

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That was a really well-written show. I like the use of graphics too, although there are so many re-renders rocking around now, I didn't even realise I was looking at Sean McFly until his name came up in the segment. Also liking The Pedigree and your general use of them - you've got the succession/legacy vibe down well.
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That was a really well-written show. I like the use of graphics too, although there are so many re-renders rocking around now, I didn't even realise I was looking at Sean McFly until his name came up in the segment. Also liking The Pedigree and your general use of them - you've got the succession/legacy vibe down well.

 

Much appreciated... I hope to continue building the group with that an air of "Entitlement" purely due to their last names. I don't plan on going the normal stable Build-Establish-Deconstruct-Fued formula that normally goes on with Stables (well, not just yet anyway) so The Pedigree will be around for a while to come yet.

 

Feedback is always great and in a way, I'm glad that the renders make some people think "whose that?" because it helps A) build the surprise of the worker being in the show and B) helps to create a character built for this company rather than a generic character that is everywhere.

 

Thanks again, and I appreciate you spending the time reading.

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Devestated is not the word... I deleted the save file. I'd gone four months ahead of this point and I'm not sure if I'm going to continue booking it.

 

I may come back to it again at some point but right now, I don't know if I can stomach it.

 

Thanks for your support guys, it had been much appreciated.

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