WAR on the Vegas Strip...

[Eisen-verse]

My readers will probably be upset to hear this, but this is one of the diaries that I'm currently catching up on instead of writing my own. As always, great stuff so far! I'll leave a more detailed response once I get all caught

 

I should apologize to your readers then as well. It's great to know that you're looking to get caught up though. It's been a great project thus far; one that's really given me the opportunity to sink my teeth into a story I've been wanting to tell for a LONG time now. I hope, in time, it jumps off the page to others as it does within my own head.

 

Excited to hear from you once you've gotten back up to speed!

 

I've found you out, E-V! I've found you out!

 

http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/showpost.php?p=733020&postcount=75

 

That is clearly you planning this dynasty out two years ago, and not me just stretching the facts for humor purposes...

 

You caught me...

 

... I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for you mangy little kids!

 

In all seriousness though, as a lot of people could tell you that I have previously bounced ideas off of, WAR has been a concept in mind for quite some time now. It's evolved over time, the details working in different directions, but in the end I melded two stories that I've always wanted to tell... "WAR on the Vegas Strip" and a J.K. Stallings Jr. led promotion. In this version, the one that ultimately pulled me out of wanting to stay away and 'retire', I get to scratch the final two itches that I have left.

 

I've always had an interest with Stallings; where his mind would be by now, the power he has despite not being so an imposing figure, one who would most certainly be bitten by the dreaded sweetness of revenge. Now, with the best that money could buy, and those who were available, Stallings gets one last shot.... Forming a powerful Empire within the sinful beauty of Las Vegas.

 

More or less, after all of that, it doesn't surprise me that I would have said something like that a number of years ago. That said, quite the find, Hash!

[Eisen-verse]

"Battleground" to be up tomorrow night!!

I normally wouldn't do the whole '24 hour warning' thing; however, this week has been a little out of the ordinary as NORMALLY "Battleground" is up on Saturday. With being sick, packing to fly back to WI for the weekend, and tending to a 3 month old puppy, I've found myself pretty much overrun over the last week.

 

As many of you know, I will be taking a short hiatus following "Battleground" results as I will be heading home for a wedding this weekend. I DO plan on posting a backstage story or two AFTER "Battleground"; however, there will be NO new cards until sometime next week (Wednesday I'm thinking; Nov. 23rd). This should give anyone who wants to catch up a chance to swing in, give it a read, and get everything down before it all starts back up again.

 

I only have one more segment left to write; however, won't probably get to it until tomorrow night. That said, I'm expecting to have the results up (2nd PPV episode of "Battleground"/4th overall WAR show) sometime later tomorrow night (I'd probably say around 8'ish Mountain time).

[Eisen-verse]

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Pre-show standoff

Involved: Tri-State Kings and The WAR General Nemesis

“Old tension”

 

{The 2nd pay-per-view broadcast of WAR “Battleground” opens with the sight of the overtly rugged, intensely anarchatic , Wrestling LEGEND, Nemesis, entering the Empire Coliseum in a beautifully tailored black suit. The image of such a counter-mainstream figure wearing the quintessential ‘corporate dress’ is enough to send any viewer back in their seats; shocked by such contrasting truths. None the less, as Nemesis struggles with it in his own right, continuously adjusting the jacket, sleeves, and tie in an uncomfortable fashion, the hardened arrogance of the Tri-State Kings makes it no easier for the transitioning LEGEND; now “WAR General”.}

 

[Eric Tyler]:

You look… ridiculous…

 

[Alex Braun]:

What the HELL is this?

 

{The Tri-State Kings shuffle in-front of the “WAR General” with a collective stint of laughter present on their tongues. Meanwhile, Nemesis comes to a stop before them in an annoyed huff; adjusting his jacket for the last time.}

 

[Johnny Martin]:

BIG DAY… huh?

{Holds a smug smirk upon his face}

All praise… the new “WAR General”…

 

{A collective laugh again follows; however, this time, it feels even more dismissive than before. In contrast; however, Nemesis doesn’t appear to be ‘in on the joke’ whatsoever. The newfound authority figure, clad in professional garb, appears as though he’s already annoyed with the obvious shock of such a contrasting image.}

 

[Nemesis]:

It would be in your best interest to move…

 

{He proclaims in a gruff fashion}

 

[Eric Tyler]:

Oh, that’s right…

{Evil grin forms}

… You can’t DO anything, can you? Stallings nipped your wings, right?

 

[Alex Braun]:

The ‘almighty Nemesis’, whipped, broken-down, and left-for-dead…

{Shakes his head; smirking devilishly}

… Let’s see how long it takes for you to break that “Non-violence” clause…

 

[Eric Tyler]:

Ohh no, Alex… He’s ‘reformed’… He’s not that same guy anymore.

 

{They all laugh once again in a bullying like fashion. In the past, such a scenario would have most likely brought for a 1-on-3 brawl; however, now, it’s an impossible outcome if Nemesis wants to remain as the WAR General; held under a “non-violence” clause.}

 

[Nemesis]:

… I said…

 

[Johnny Martin]:

Yea, we HEARD what you said…

{Pauses as he smirks}

… What you going to do about it though? … You can’t touch us …

 

{Nemesis snarls like a rabid dog; however, in a subdued fashion. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Kings relish in the moment of dangling meat before said dog.}{/I]

 

[Nemesis]:

Keep laughin’, boys…

{Stares feverishly toward them with an intense glare}

… I may have retired my fists… but… I’ve gained the ability to do the same… to you…

 

{With that subtle jab, speaking upon the fact that he’s now a powerful figure within WAR, the intensely steaming, suit-wearing, WAR General stomps heftily past the snickering Tri-State Kings. In the end, as Nemesis walks past the camera lens in a brutish fashion, a stark contrast to the dress he wears, the final image is that of the Tri-State Kings continuing in their laughter as if they were unafraid of their long-time rival now in power.}

 

Steve Smith:

We ALL knew it was coming; however, no one expected it to boil so early on in the day. Hours before “Battleground” began, the newfound WAR General was instantly confronted by his long-time rivals in the Tri-State Kings. He couldn’t even get a theoretical foot in the door, finding some comfort with his new surroundings, before Johnny Martin and his boys got in his ear. If this is ANY sign of what’s to come then we’ve got ourselves a tense battle waiting to erupt…

Slick Rick:

You can put a tie on a monkey and call it an executive but it’s STILL a god-damn monkey! Nemesis may THINK he’s capable of transitioning but this dip-sh*t is even MORE blindly arrogant than I first thought. There ‘aint NO WAY this post of his is going to last. “Non-violence”? wearing suits?

{Scoffs}

He ALMOST lost his sh*t right then and there & the show hasn’t even started yet.

Steve Smith:

It’s going to be a challenge, that’s for sure, but I think he can do it! Nemesis is no longer a young-buck anymore; you can see that in the pain on his face as he simply walks. He KNOWS he needs to transition or else risk being thrown to the sands of time. Will it be tough for him? Yes! It’s asking him to change EVERYTHING about who he’s been in the past… what MADE him a LEGEND. That said, I think he can do it…

Slick Rick:

We’ll see… My money’s set on Nemesis f*cking this all up in no-time…

 

 

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Naming the #1 Contender to the WAR Championship

Involved: WAR General Nemesis and the Tri-State Kings

“Not… you…”

 

{The sound of a militaristic-built rock anthem blares over the Empire Coliseum’s state-of-the-art sound system as the anarchatic wrestling LEGEND, and newfound WAR General, Nemesis is shown painfully shuffling through the “Gates of WAR”. With a vile snarl residing upon his face, one that’s quite indicative to Nemesis’ natural process, the suit-clad authority figure appears to be already fuming over something; a fact that, again, is indicative to Nemesis’ general demeanor.}

 

{After stomping with lead-feet into the squared ring, uncomfortably adjusting his suit incessantly, the newfound WAR General takes little time in getting straight to the point. Even before his music can die off, Nemesis is shown barking into the microphone before him; snarling in a vile fashion right from the onset of his message.}

 

{More or less, you can put a man in a suit, call him something else, but he’ll ALWAYS be the same man he was before the power came along. Nemesis is no objective thinker; he functions solely off of raw reaction. It’s this reactionary approach that often labels him as a ‘loose cannon’ of sorts. With this in mind, projecting the very snarl he’s held for the last 30 years, the physically depleted WAR General stands in great fervor as his initial moment of rule comes to pass.}

 

[Nemesis]:

There comes a point in a man’s life where he has to silence the fool within.

{Pauses; looks out upon the crowd}

Some call it ‘swallowing your pride’. Others, call it ‘coming to grips… with reality’. As painful as it is, as much as your entire BEING attempts to reject it all, even the most hard-headed, a$$hole of a man, has to eventually… give in… conceding to the truth…

 

{The crowd seems somewhat confused, shocked if you will, as they look upon the wrestling LEGEND in a state of anticipatory focus. Meanwhile, Nemesis still carries the very same grumpy nature as stated before; his every mannerism telling of this fact.}

 

[Nemesis]:

For OVER 30-years, I turned a number of wrestling rings into my own, personal, sadistic, playground. “Kill or be Killed”; that was my motto. If you were stupid enough to cross my path, then you were bound to step foot into the HELL I laid out daily; a HELL that came from the depths of my own pain… my own hatred…

{Pauses}

In the end, it was that very HELL, that deadening place within, that ultimately led me to my own self-destruction...

 

{The crowd seems as shocked as ever as Nemesis lays out his familiarity with self-destructing. None the less, wearing said pain upon his newly tailored sleeve, the anarchatic Wrestling LEGEND appears to be driving to a point… that being… WHY he chose to accept the WAR General position from Mr. Stallings.}

 

[Nemesis]:

I may have f*cked up hundreds… but… here, today,… I’ve now come to realize that I f*cked up myself as well.

 

{Anger grows upon the face of Nemesis as it’s obvious he’s fuming internally; it’s written all over his face.}

 

[Nemesis]:

It’s impossible to hide the stagger in my step these days; I’m a broken man and I only have myself to thank for that. Hell, I’ll be lucky if I have another decade under my belt.

{Snarls as he pauses; looking down at the canvas}

… and that’s why I made the decision that I did. Some have labeled me a ‘sell out’. Others, think I’ve finally ‘gone crazy’. Well, it’s no damn secret that I’m a little f*cked up in the head, but that doesn’t mean that I finally ‘snapped’ or anything. I put on this suit, I accepted the WAR General position from J.K. Stallings Jr., because I had to…

 

{Nemesis looks out upon the crowd with a matter-of-fact sense of sternness upon his face; a look that, for the first time, feels organic when coupled with his tailored suit.}

 

[Nemesis]:

It’s obvious that I can’t keep up in here anymore… [the ring]. At first, when it all hit me over the head like a barbed-wire bat, I couldn’t take it. I drove my friends, my family, and myself, insane with a bottle of booze. I lost it… all of it… Spun out of control… ALL because I had finally realized the truth… that I was… done. The thing is though… I couldn’t just… walk away. This sport, this god-damn tradition, is DEEP within my blood… I’m an addict…

{Pauses for the grandeur of the moment}

It just so happens that I’m addicted to wrestling…

 

{Nemesis shows a look of intense pain upon his face; however, it’s projected in a manner that still seems brutish in nature.}

 

[Nemesis]:

So, when J.K. came along with the offer… I knew I HAD to take it. If I want to stay in this industry, if I want to FEED this addiction, then I’ll have to do so in a new manner; evolution I think they call it. I couldn’t continue to play the same tricks, throw the same punches, and expect to continue on… Sooner or later, I would die… in a wrestling ring. Now, I’m not saying that I don’t want to go out that way, Hell, that’s probably the ONLY way I CAN go out, but not right now… not while I have the chance to make a difference… This time, without NEEDING to step into HELL…

 

{Nemesis pauses as he looks down at the canvas again. Then, seconds later, he looks back up upon the crowd with a chin of sternness present; much like a decorated general would have.}

 

[Nemesis]:

Tonight, J.K. has given me the opportunity to set the ball into motion… to make my FIRST ORDER as WAR General. For days now, I’ve been thinking about who deserves this shot… the locker room is FULL of qualified fighters but, in my WAR, that just ‘aint going to cut-it.

{Pauses}

Those who will succeed are those who are willing to get their hands bloody. This company WILL NOT be for the weak… it will NOT be for the shallow… It will BE for those willing to put their EVERYTHING on the line… every night… without b*tchin’ like a damn p*ssy. I want the best… the brightest… the deadliest… and the f*cking crazies to step forward… The rest, you’ll be fed to the wolves in no time…

{Pauses}

So, when push came to shove, there was really only ONE MAN who I felt deserved this sacred spot. He’s proven, time-and-again, to be EXACTLY what MY WAR is all about… He’s tireless… brutal… thankless… and dedicated to the cause…

{Pauses}

… HE… IS…

 

{Before Nemesis can bark out the newfound #1 contender for the WAR Championship, the oddly familiar classic rock theme of the Tri-State Kings is heard resonating throughout the Empire Coliseum. With a collective sternness to the three, the East-Coast LEGENDS are shown overtaking the ringside area with the kind of extreme arrogance only left for those who come from THAT part of the country. None the less, as the hardened WAR General stands within the ring, shaking his head in a cold, yet internally fuming, manner, the polarizing trio joins their fellow DaVE brethren in the center of the ring; microphone already in hand.}

 

[Johnny Martin]:

… ME!

 

{Delivering his statement in a slow, deep-toned, manner, the “Cornerstone” stares upon the WAR General with a sense of high personal grandeur. In combination, the hardened WAR General appears to be unhappy with the sight of the Tri-State Kings; snarling in a rabid fashion as he projects a stern stance.}

 

[Nemesis]:

… With a stunt like this, you already know that it’s not you…

 

{Tense staredown follows between the two.}

 

[Johnny Martin]:

Oh, I know that you weren’t going to name me as the #1 contender. You’re not smart enough to make the RIGHT decision. So, who were you going with? Ares? Your buddy from our days in DaVE?

{Scoffs to himself}

You may have a suit on but you’re still the same a$$-hole that we knew before. It’s crap like this that will ultimately get you… in trouble… as the WAR general…

 

{Another tense staredown follows as it’s obvious that Johnny Martin hast just threatened Nemesis. None the less, Nemesis continues to snarl rabidly in return.}

 

[Nemesis]:

You done b*tchin?

 

[Johnny Martin]:

Actually… No… No I’m not…

{He states with an aggressive tone}

If WAR is to EVER succeed, you’re going to NEED me as it’s base; I’m not the “Cornerstone” for nothing. Deep down, even though it pains you, even though it leaves you practically on your death bed, you KNOW that Wrestling Action in Revolt NEEDS me… on…Top!!

{pauses; stares down Nemesis with fervor}

If you name someone ELSE as the #1 contender then you’ve already shown the kind of leader you’re going to be…

{Pauses; continues to stare Nemesis down}

Your unfit for this job, Nemesis… WAR will implode because of you… Just you wait…

 

[Nemesis]:

Enough…

 

{He barks in an explosive fashion. Seconds later, Nemesis is shown staring down the Tri-State Kings with a look that can only be described as combustible.}

 

[Nemesis]:

I’m sick-and-damn-tired of your b*tchin’, Martin. It’s ALWAYS about you… YOU deserve this… YOU need that… Well, the reason you’re not the #1 contender is exactly the same… It’s all about… YOU!

{Pauses}

You’ve done NOTHING to show me that you deserve this spot. You may be a Tri-State King… but you’re a NOBODY… in WAR.

 

{Martin appears to grow with anger; starting to snarl in response to Nemesis’ statement.}

 

[Johnny Martin]:

… watch yourself… General…

 

[Nemesis]:

Enough with this bull-sh*t, Martin. You’re NOT the #1 contender and I don’t plan on you being anywhere NEAR the title until you’ve SHOWN that you deserve the spot. That said, Tornado’s challenger here, tonight, is none other than… “THE MACHINE”… BUDDY… GARNER!!!

 

{Johnny Martin appears to be even more annoyed as it’s now official that he is NOT the #1 contender.}

 

[Nemesis]:

… Don’t you worry, though, Johnny…

{A vile grin forms upon his fervid face}

… I want to make SURE that you get your exercise here tonight; us old guys need all we can get…

{Pauses; still smirking}

I’ve booked a SPECIAL match for you against my newest signing to WAR. He’s an internationally known cruiserweight and one who test JUST how much YOU have left in the tank…

 

{Nemesis starts walking as if he’s about to leave the ring, walking toward the Tri-State Kings ; however, leans in and relays one final message to a fuming Johnny Martin in the process.}

 

[Nemesis]:

… Good luck… you’re going to need it…

 

{With that, sporting his signature vile grin, Nemesis exits the WAR squared circle in brutish fashion. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Kings stand as one within the center of the ring; speaking to one another off-microphone as it’s quite obvious that they are unhappy with what just happened.}

 

Steve Smith:

GARNER! It’s going to be Garner and Tornado for the WAR Championship… TONIGHT!!

Slick Rick:

Wrong… choice…

Steve Smith:

Let me guess, still pushing for Johnny Martin?

Slick Rick:

He’s the ONLY person on the roster who deserves the shot. Hell, he SHOULD be Champ right now!

Steve Smith:

Well, it looks like Johnny Martin has to PROVE himself before he can get ‘back to the top’. Starting with his mysterious, internationally known, cruiserweight opponent… coming up… right… now!! I WONDER who it could be?

 

 

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American Elemental vs. Johnny Martin

 

Singles Match

Impromptu Match designed by Nemesis

“Gotcha!”

 

The sheer speed of American Elemental makes it extremely hard for Johnny Martin to simply keep-up. Much like a slippery, slimy, salamander, AE twists, turns, and contorts, his incessant attack in a manner that leaves the self-obsessed “Cornerstone” completely overrun at first. With that said; however, the masked flier’s aerial bombardment would quickly crash in a blaze of glory sometime around the mid-way point. Missing a twisting plancha, AE’s body would bounce off the canvas so hard that it seemed like he was incapable of returning to his feet. From there, the depleted AE’s onslaught would seem much more tempered. Occasionally the speed would return; however, with time, Martin would always find his way back to the top of the momentum cake; standing proudly like the statuesque figure he feels himself to be. In the end, with American Elemental staggered following a heavy-handed boxer’s punch, the impact coming after AE had hit a nearby rope in hopes of another explosive strike of his own, the Tri-State ICON, Johnny Martin, takes full-control as he forces the younger flier into the dreaded “Twist on the Rocks”. Upon impact, AE is entirely motionless as he’s unable to break free from Martin’s pinfall attempt.

 

Winner:

Johnny Martin via pinfall

Ending Maneuver:

“Twist on the Rocks” (Twisting Spike DDT)

Ending Time:

6:28

 

Steve Smith:

He’s quite promising, American Elemental, but tonight Martin’s experience proved to be the greater asset than his explosive nature.

Slick Rick:

Nemesis has it ALL wrong. I mean, look at Johnny Martin. He was thrown into a match he wasn’t expecting, against an internationally known wrestler, without anytime to prepare, and YET… He came away with the win. Now THAT’S how a champion does it! Johnny Martin SHOULD be the WAR Champion… That’s just the truth…

Steve Smith:

Well, Slick, I guess that will have to wait for another day as tonight we have Buddy Garner challenging for Troy Tornado’s WAR Championship.

Slick Rick:

Don’t remind me…

 

 

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Empire Hotel & Casino Promotion

Involved: WAR Pin-up girls (Ashley, Athena, Meggie Beth, and Veronica) + Cletus, DAMiaN, Genio Verde, and Leper Messiah

“Sending a message”

 

{We transition to an on-location view of the overtly sexualized, over glorified WAR cheerleaders, WAR Pin-up girls standing within a crowd of lusting Vegas going gamblers. Wearing little-to-nothing, showing off all of their greatest… assets, these busting lovelies do everything in their power to draw in everyone’s attention through the far-reaching tool of sex. None the less, as they stand arm-in-arm before the camera lens, we briefly hear trusted WAR announcer, Steve Smith, address the beautiful ones before them.}

 

[steve Smith]:

The lovely ladies known as the WAR Pin-up girls have thrust themselves into the center of SIN-CITY; standing in the middle of the Empire Hotel & Casino’s famed gambling room. Pin-up’s, what draws you to the Empire’s lavish confines?

 

{Collectively smirking in a playful, sexualized, fashion, Ashley is the first to be heard amongst the beautiful bunch.}

 

[Ashley]:

What?

 

[steve Smith]:

… Why the Empire Hotel & Casino? What’s special about their famed gambling room?

 

[Veronica]:

… The boys… of course…

 

{Veronica, the obvious sluttier one of the group, exudes absolute sex as she leans back in which to look at the cheering crowd of drunk men behind her. Meanwhile, the rest of the beautiful WAR Pin-up’s continue to look forward at the camera lens; displaying their golden smiles in the process.}

 

[Meggie Beth]:

It’s just so… so… grand!!

 

{Meggie looks forward in her typical wide-eyed, girl-next-door, full of wonder manner.}

 

[Athena]:

The men here are…

 

{Athena stops talking in mid-sentence as she obviously trails off in fear. Meanwhile, the look on the WAR Pin-up girls’ face tells of the very same thing. Slowly, they all start to back peddle away; however, before they can ALL scatter away, Meggie Beth’s arm is seen clasped by the brutish hand of an unseen gigantic man.}

 

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Pure EVIL

 

{As the rest of the WAR Pin-up girls run off into the crowd behind them, their beautiful frames practically falling out of their scantily clad clothes in the process, the camera lens masterfully pans out in which to see the demonic foursome of Cletus, DAMiaN, Genio Verde, and the Leper Messiah standing as one off to the left (previously off-camera). With this in mind, it’s shown that DAMiaN is the one clasping Meggie Beth’s arm in an aggressive fashion; holding her still as she desperately, and fearfully, tries to escape. Meanwhile, Genio Verde appears from within the mountainous monsters at his side, walking ever so close to Meggie Beth as he shockingly grabs her by the jaw in a forceful fashion.}

 

{As expected, despite not being able to open her mouth, a small scream is heard being expelled from within her fearful body.}

 

[Genio Verde]:

So beautiful… So… beloved…

 

{Genio Verde pauses as his grip upon her jaw becomes that much stronger; forcing her skin to contort in connection. Meanwhile, DAMiaN still holds onto her arm in a forceful fashion; keeping the lovely WAR Pin-up girl from escaping.}

 

[Genio Verde]:

… Send this message to your kind…

{Pauses as he grows in closer to her face}

… Beauty… is only skin deep… EVIL… lies in depths unseen...

 

{With that, DAMiaN releases his barbaric grip upon Meggie Beth’s slender arm. Meanwhile, almost seconds later, Genio is shown shoving the much smaller, much more petite, Meggie to the ground with a thunderous push square to her face. Collapsing to the floor in an uncomfortable heap, a number of the nearby drunken men look as though they are ready to rise on her behalf; however, are quickly subdued when the massive sight of Cletus, DAMiaN, and The Leper Messiah stand before the much smaller Genio Verde; creating a monstrous wall of sorts. In the end, as the crowd slowly backs away, fearful for their own safety, Verde is heard laughing in a purely evil fashion as the fear-driving foursome exits the scene in a slow, bruiting, kind of manner. Meanwhile, Meggie Beth is still shown lying face down on the floor; motionless from such a heinous assault.}

 

Steve Smith:

COME ON!!

{Slick Rick is heard laughing in a raspy fashion in the background; completely un-empathetic to Meggie Beth’s plight.}

Steve Smith:

That was un-called for!! Meggie Beth is NOT an in-ring competitor; she’s a Pin-up!! There’s NO REASON for them to assault her as such! Someone needs to call the cops…

Slick Rick:

I’d like to see them TRY to cuff those guys…

Steve Smith:

Someone needs to get her some medical attention, now!! She could have broken her neck or something! Disgusting… Absolutely… disgusting!!!!

 

 

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Cletus, DAMiaN, Genio Verde, and Leper Messiah vs. Donnie J, Fox Mask, Puerto Rican Power, and Snap Dragon

 

4 vs. 4 Match

First Pinfall Rules

“In the battle of GOOD & EVIL… EVIL Triumphs”

 

Despite being intertwined in their hatred for their attackers, the babyface foursome, while impressive in their own right, simply cannot keep up with the sheer force of the bruiting heel foursome. With so many fliers around him, men who won’t fare as well versus the overwhelming power of Cletus, DAMiaN, and Leper Messiah, Puerto Rican Power stands out as the obvious leader of his temporary faction. Slamming his fists in a barbaric fashion, utilizing every fiber of his powerful frame, the Puerto Rican LEGEND does all that he can to keep his foursome afloat. In the end; however, even PRP’s impressive strength is not enough to overcome 3-others with the same claim. As Donnie J staggers away from a nearby turnbuckle holding his chest, recently dropped upon said chest upon the unforgiving black turnbuckle by DAMiaN, the west-coast flier eventually finds a permanent place face-up upon the canvas; forced there by a “Damnation Drop” from DAMiaN. With the rest of his foursome depleted themselves, no one is able to break the three count as Genio Verde masterfully tags the back of DAMiaN; jumping in and theoretically ‘stealing’ the pinfall attempt. Shockingly though, DAMiaN does nothing to stop him; simply walking away in a trance-like scenario.

 

Winner:

Cletus, DAMiaN, Genio Verde, and Leper Messiah via pinfall

Ending Maneuver:

“Damnation Drop” (Release Powerbomb)

Ending Time:

8:01

 

Steve Smith:

Their victory should come as no shock but the way it came about should… DAMiaN had his way with Donnie J; however, no one expected to see Genio Verde ‘steal’ the pinfall. I mean, wouldn’t you think DAMiaN would have floored him for doing so?

Slick Rick:

Getting in that man’s head is something I don’t want to do…

{Laughs in a raspy fashion}

Steve Smith:

Touché…

 

 

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“Wrestling Lesson” Open Challenge

Involved: Eric Tyler and Ash Campbell

“THE Rivalry: next generation”

 

{We return from a short promotional break, hyping Wrestling Action in Revolt’s long-line of merchandising, in which to see that “The Traditionalist” Eric Tyler is already standing firmly within the ring. Without the presence of his devious Tri-State Kings brethren, the respected, yet polarizing, Tyler looks out upon the crowd with a sense of stern confidence. Already in his wrestling attire, holding a black WAR microphone in hand, it’s highly expected that his controversial “Wrestling Lesson” stands to continuing forth in seconds.}

 

[Eric Tyler]:

Last week, Remmy Skye thought he had what it took to pass my wrestling exam.

{Pauses as he stares confidently upon the booing crowd}

As you already know, he failed miserably...

 

{Masterfully, Eric Tyler pauses once again as he stands firmly before a booing crowd.}

 

[Eric Tyler]:

Now, to be truthful, I didn’t expect any different. This company is riddled with the disease of incompetent wrestlers. Remmy Skye… is exactly that… incompetent.

{Pauses; crowd boos}

But enough about that scraggily little punk… let’s see if there is ANYONE ELSE in the back who has the stones to DARE take my exam.

{Pauses; looks toward the “Gates of WAR” as he confidently points in said direction}

Come on, come all, it doesn’t really matter… At the end of the day, you’ll ALL learn a valuable lesson… That I am, always have been, and always will be, better… than ALL of you…

 

{The crowd boos like crazy once again as Eric Tyler simply shakes his head in defiance of their tone.}

 

[Eric Tyler]:

… So WHO will it be? WHO is next to receive a “Wrestling Lesson”?

 

{The rabid WAR fan-base quickly looks toward the “Gates of WAR” as an unfamiliar rock anthem begins to blare over the Empire Coliseum’s state-of-the-art sound system. Seconds later, before he can even be seen walking through the entrance way, the video playing upon the Stallings Video Tron makes it well known who is set to walk through those gates…}

 

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2nd Generation Campbell cometh…

 

{Exploding through the “Gates of WAR”, Ash Campbell quickly strolls down the steel-grated rampway leading toward the blackened WAR wrestling ring. High-fiving a number of fans nearby, Campbell looks much like a kid in a candy store as he overtakes the ringside area; excited in that youthful fashion often seen in newcomers. None the less, as he enters the ring, Eric Tyler can be seen in the opposite direction; leaning up against the turnbuckle at his back while he wrenches upon his wrists in a focused fashion.}

 

{Then, grabbing the microphone that Eric Tyler had just dropped previously, Ash quickly addresses the man his father often warred with while under the banner of DaVE. In connection, Tyler doesn’t even flinch; still entirely focused as he wrenches upon his heavily tapped wrists.}

 

[Ash Campbell]:

You’re the one handing out “Wrestling Lessons”, right?

{Smirks}

Well, Uncle Eric… I’m all for doing what I’ve been waiting to do for years…

{Pauses}

… and that’s bloodying my fists on your face!

 

{The confusion of Ash calling Eric Tyler ‘uncle’, especially after the heftily documented heat between Tyler and his Father, is enough to grab anyone’s attention; however, shortly thereafter it becomes an afterthought as it’s evident that a match is bound to take place. Dropping the microphone upon the canvas, the smirking youngster in Ash Campbell engages in his own energetic warm-up. Meanwhile, Eric Tyler stares upon Ash with an all-business, ice-cold, demeanor; entirely focused on the task at hand.}

 

Steve Smith:

Uncle Eric? I’m confused.

{His face squints with confusion}

Either way, Ash Campbell has officially made his WAR debut, here tonight, and against no-one better than his Father’s long-time rival in Eric Tyler. He MAY be fighting an uphill battle, given their obvious experience difference, but here’s too Ash having the ‘stones’, as Eric Tyler put it, to accept his challenge!

Slick Rick:

I give him 30 seconds. That’s it.

Steve Smith:

It’s entirely possible. I mean, we haven’t seen ANYTHING of Ash thus far; we have NO IDEA where his skill level lies right now. That said, here’s too Ash putting himself out there so quickly!

Slick Rick:

This just SCREAMS nepotism. Nemesis becomes WAR General and all of a sudden here comes Ash Campbell.

{Shakes his head}

… Silence the little bastard, Eric. Put him down before he can get another word out…

 

 

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Ash Campbell vs. Eric Tyler

 

Singles Match

“Wrestling Lesson” Series

“Not… so… fast…”

 

What Ash doesn’t possess in in-ring knowledge he more than makes up for with youthful, green, energy. Bouncing around the ring like a kid in a candy store, the smirking youngster does all that he can to simply overrun his much older, much slower, opponent. Sadly, for him, once the “Traditionalist” is able to get ahold of him, Campbell doesn’t hold the very same smirk much longer. Bending, stretching, twisting, and almost breaking, Eric Tyler puts on an absolute wrestling clinic as he brutishly attempts to snap the son of his LONG time rival, Nemesis, in half. In the end, with no need for back-up, or any real mischievous approach, the accomplished technition eventually ends play-time with his prey. Slamming Campbell with a forced Spinebuster, a move that seemingly places Ash unconscious on it’s own, Tyler is then shown flipping him up upon his neck with a high-bridging Boston Crab submission maneuver. From there, as Campbell regains his composure, it doesn’t take long for the youngster to feverishly tap.

 

Winner:

Eric Tyler via submission

Ending Maneuver:

High-bridging Boston Crab

Ending Time:

6:55

 

Steve Smith:

Well… he’s got a long way to go.

Slick Rick:

A… LONG… way.

Steve Smith:

You’ve got to give the youngster credit though. In the FIRST broadcasted match of his career, Ash COULD have gone after a much easier opponent. Instead, he chose to stare-down & accept the challenge of one of THE greatest technitions this industry has EVER seen; not to mention his father’s LONG time rival.

Slick Rick:

That doesn’t make him brave… it makes him stupid…

Steve Smith:

I knew you were going to say that.

Slick Rick:

‘Oh no… have I become predictable’?

{He laughs in a raspy fashion}

If the Kid has inherited ANYTHING from his father than he’s bound to be a failure…

 

 

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Backstage promo

Involved: James Prudence

“Respect”

 

{Shortly after we transition from Eric Tyler’s recent “Wrestling Lesson”, we now witness the sight of the often-polarizing “Platinum” James Prudence standing before a high-res WAR backdrop backstage. The subtle arrogant smirk upon his face, fixated in the corner of his mouth, tells of a man who is unafraid as it pertains to his re-match with Shawn Gonzalez later tonight. None the less, as he stands in his own self-obsessed nature, the rising “Platinum” figure seems focused and determined for victory; a fact made evident by the intense hunger that resonates from his youthful frame.}

 

[James Prudence]:

Everyone writes me off as the ‘arrogant punk who thinks everything should just be… given to him’.

{Pauses}

Well, after years of being written off, pushed aside, and demeaned by any and all, you’d have a little bit of an attitude as well… wouldn’t you?

{Pauses}

Oh, of course not, right? You think that, in my shoes, you would handle all of this differently; that you could just stand aside and grit your teeth at every back-handed ‘Fly Boy’ joke.

{Shakes his head; smirks a little more}

Truth is, you wouldn’t be ANY different then me… not one bit. After years of holding myself back in a dwindling tag team, I made my OWN choice for the first time in years. I picked up my OWN ball, stiff armed the competition, and made it VERY clear that I was destined for better… destined… for greatness. You may not like how I go about it, what I say, what I do, but, truthfully, you would do NO different if placed in my shoes…

{Shakes his head in a tisk manner}

… maybe you should turn that mirror around on yourselves; that’s where you’ll find the holier-than-thou punk you think I am. When it’s all said and done, RESPECT will be given… one way… or… another…

 

{With that, the “Platinum” figure simply smirks in his dismissive fashion as he walks past the camera lens in a “that’s right” kind of manner. In the end, it’s obvious that Prudence is gaining some depth to his character at this point. No longer is he a bland, blonde-haired, arrogant punk but rather one who is tired of being the butt of ‘Fly Boy’ jokes. Now, his OWN man, Prudence seeks the ONE thing that ultimately pushed him to turn on his long-time friend and partner… the want, and need, for respect!}

 

Slick Rick:

Now THAT’S the face of an up-and-coming mega-star, Steve-o! The “Platinum” figure is sick-and-tired of all the bull-sh*t and he’s going to SEE TO IT that he gets the RESPECT he deserves!

Steve Smith:

He’ll get that respect when he starts to prove that he really DOES deserve it. So far, he’s beaten Donnie J, lost in the “WAR Roulette” match, and then lost to the “Lone Wolf”; that places him at 1-2. So far, he looks like another blonde beach-boy desperately trying to grow into a man… only failing…

Slick Rick:

You’re EXACTLY the kind of person who has driven Prudence to this! You hate his lack of loyalty, his self-arrogance, his me-me-me approach, and yet it’s people like you who pushed the man to feel this way. It seems like you want things both ways…

Steve Smith:

Until he shows me that he bloody deserves respect, he isn’t going to get any from me…

 

 

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Training Vignette

Involved: Buddy Garner

“Old-School tough”

 

{A short produced vignette is shown in which to depict Buddy Garner as the brutish “Machine” that he is. Unveiling snippets of his intense work-out, Garner is ultimately shown in an overtly intense light. Theoretically foaming from the mouth, spit rolling off his lips in a barbaric fashion, the man dubbed as “Machine” proves himself to be one without limitations it seems. Heavy-lifting, intense stamina, jaw-breaking strikes, and body-crushing take-downs, are all documented as it becomes rather obvious that the former MMA-stand-out is entirely of another breed as it pertains to professional wrestlers.}

 

Steve Smith:

I can’t imagine anyone who would WANT to step into the ring with THAT man…

{Shakes his head as he’s in shock}

Did you SEE that video, Slick? Buddy Garner is EXACTLY what they’ve claimed him to be… a Machine!!

Slick Rick:

He’s a specimen but I’ve seen bigger and badder men than him fail in a wrestling ring.

Steve Smith:

While true, Garner’s proved himself to ALREADY be a force; so close to his transition into professional wrestling. I mean, he beat Raul Hughes at “World War III”, won the “Tenacious Ten” battle royal at “Sin City Chaos”, and ALMOST came away with the WAR Gold later that night. If you ask me, the sky is the limit for this man…

Slick Rick:

He’ll get himself in trouble… they always do…

Steve Smith:

What?

Slick Rick:

These overly intense types. They ALWAYS get themselves into positions they can’t come out of. Hell, Garner’s had a little infatuation with DAMiaN and the Leper Messiah as of late. If he keeps on barking up that tree, then there ‘aint NO WAY he’ll amount to anything… They’ll CRUSH him!

Steve Smith:

While difficult, if ANYONE is going to topple those brutish demons then it’s bound to be someone like Buddy Garner… or… Puerto Rican Power for that matter.

Slick Rick:

‘aint going to happen, Steve-o!

 

 

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Alex Braun

w/ The Tri-State Kings

vs. Remmy Skye

 

Singles Match

“Distraction is key”

 

In the most obvious clash of high-speed, borderline reckless, aerial wrestling and slower-paced, hard-hitting, hardcore combat, Remmy Skye and Alex Braun engage in a pro wrestling experiment in which to see which approach is more beneficial to victory. With that said, the ‘old school vs. new school’ narrative again burns bright, much like it has throughout the night thus far, as the youthful energy of Remmy Skye, matched with his inherent suicidal nature, becomes almost too much for Alex Braun to keep up with. Unlike AE or Ash Campbell, Skye never seems to break, never seems to make that glaring mistake, despite utilizing such a high-risk/high-reward approach. That said, the rebellious flier, using the skies like his own deadly playground, inches closer and closer toward victory with each uniquely employed spot. In the end though, Alex Braun eventually overtakes the momentum at the most important moment through the Tri-State Kings typical approach: the numbers game. After Skye crashes upon both Martin & Tyler outside of the ring, employing a twisting plancha which clashes his lanky frame upon the Tri-State Kings, Alex Braun sees his opening. Pushing Eugene Williams to ‘check up’ on his friends, claiming that they were wrongfully attacked while simply standing outside of the ring as spectators, Mr. Williams leans through the ropes and begins to yell down to the struggling Tri-State Kings members. In doing so, his back is turned as Skye attempts to re-enter the ring and is met by a doctored right hand; brass knuckles seen present in said strike. Skye’s body quickly crashes to the apron in a thunderous heap as Braun forcibly rolls him back into the ring. Seconds later, after pulling Eugene down upon the canvas once again, literally pushing him around like the bully he is, Braun is able to obtain a three count in his favor. Sadly, Eugene Williams had NO IDEA of the underhanded tactics put forth by Tri-State Kings member, Alex Braun.

 

Winner:

Alex Braun via pinfall

Ending Maneuver:

A punch doctored with brass-knuckles (unseen by Eugene Williams)

Ending Time:

9:05

 

Steve Smith:

Another week, another match, ANOTHER dirty win for the Tri-State Kings. Do these guys EVER plan on winning on their own accord?

Slick Rick:

WHY should they? They’ve already played that game… It’s more fun to toy around with your prey…

Steve Smith:

You HAVE to think that Nemesis won’t stand for this kind of underhanded wrestling. I mean, with time, he’ll HAVE to come down on the Tri-State Kings and put them in their places!

Slick Rick:

WHAT?!?!?!?!

{laughs in a raspy fashion}

You think that Nemesis is going to put a stop to this? Nemesis?!?!?! The man who did the VERY same thing for years in DaVE? If he does, then he’s a damn hypocrite among other things…

Steve Smith:

This isn’t DaVE, Slick… This is Wrestling Action in Revolt. Nemesis knows that what worked in DaVE is not necessarily acceptable in WAR. I guess we’ll see how he tackles this in the future…

Slick Rick:

IF he does ANYTHING… He’s a damn p*ssy…

 

 

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James Prudence vs. Shawn Gonzalez

 

Singles Match

“Platinum rising”

 

As James Prudence jaw-jacks with an arrogant chomp of his gum, standing face-to-face with his iconic opponent in the center of the ring, Shawn Gonzalez appears to be his ultimate contrast as he stands in a stoic fashion while utilizing an intense stare-down as his response to Prudence’s arrogance. From this point on, the obvious opposites narrative takes center-stage as both men employ their very own approach to overrun the other. Prudence as the c*cky ‘show-stealer’ that he is celebrates post-maneuver consistently, a fact that’s made even more evident by the flashier nature to his stride, as his silent-but-entirely-deadly opponent goes about his business in more of a underlying sense of fire. Truthfully, while the match is more open in nature, it’s Gonzalez’ rough approach that is most visually jarring; forcibly bouncing his smaller opponent around the ring as if he were attempting to slam the life out of him. In the end; however, all it takes is one split second, one lucky moment, for the outcome to finally be witnessed. As Gonzalez lifts Prudence in the air with a standing Suplex, a maneuver he often used during his years in DaVE, Prudence is able to luckily slip out and land directly behind his opponent. Springing into action immediately, as if he didn’t even think the moment through, Prudence is eventually able to drop Gonzalez with a modified face-buster (sitting down and planting the BACK of shawn’s head upon the canvas). Upon impact, Prudence immediately turns the impactful maneuver into a pinning predicament; a fact that bodes extremely well for him. If the count was one second later, then there’s a good chance that the match would have continued. In this case though, by the time Gonzalez attempts to kick-out, finally regaining his consciousness, it’s too late.

 

Winner:

James Prudence via pinfall

Ending Maneuver:

Modified face-buster pinfall (Flash)

Ending Time:

9:44

 

Steve Smith:

Is it over?? Did Gonzalez kick out?

{Watches in silence for a second}

… It looks like Eugene Williams has called for the bell! WOW! James Prudence has JUST defeated Shawn Gonzalez by the thinness of margins! One second later and there’s a good chance we would STILL be going here…

Slick Rick:

A win is a win, Steve-o. Prudence is just the better man here tonight…

Steve Smith:

I can’t argue with you there. He didn’t cheat, didn’t underhand anything, and just came away with a quick, shocking, victory. I may not buy into the guy’s personality but I can’t deny that he got the job done here tonight.

Slick Rick:

Damn straight! ‘atta boy, Prudence… ‘atta boy…

 

 

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Backstage impromptu meeting

Involved: The WAR General Nemesis and Troy Tornado

“A road of treachery”

 

{The scene opens with the sight of the awkwardly suit-clad WAR General, Nemesis, stepping through a star-laid doorway. As he painfully shuffles into the smoke-filled room before him, entering the plum if you will, the environment seems to carry a post-concert after-party feel. Scantily clad women tugging on the arms of gritty individuals, loud distorted guitar-heavy music blaring in a deafening manner in the background, and a number of obvious hanger-on’s, are all present as the scenario before the Wrestling LEGEND feels NOTHING like a typical wrestling locker room. None the less, as the out-of-place General shuffles painfully forward, he finally comes upon the man himself, Troy Tornado, amongst a number of beautiful women in the back of the room.}

 

{Lazily sitting back, his black button-down shirt wide open, and the WAR Championship laying across his lap, Tornado appears to be in a whole other world. While his eyes are cast into mystery behind his darkened sunglasses, it’s given that, if we COULD see them, they would obviously be glazed over for whatever reason.}

 

{Coming to a stop, crossing his bulging arms before him, the suit-wearing WAR General, cracks a vile smirk of his own. Meanwhile, Troy Tornado returns in said smirk; collectively enjoying the moment with the LEGEND before him.}

 

[Nemesis]:

I need a word with you…

 

{Nodding in approval, Troy Tornado cracks a gritty grin as he whispers in the ear of a nearby scantily-clad female. Joining in the smirk, she eventually removes herself from the couch she once sat upon; bringing a number of her equally attractive friends with her in the process.}

 

{Alone now, Troy looks back upon Nemesis with the very same ‘Life is grand’ smirk upon his face. With that said; however, Nemesis’ former grin appears to be dissipating slightly.}

 

[Troy Tornado]:

All yours… what ya’ need… General?

 

{A coy little smirk forms upon Tornado’s face after saying ‘General’.}

 

[Nemesis]:

I get it. I’ve seen this… I’ve LIVED this before, Tornado.

{Pauses as he nods his head}

You’re ‘THE GUY’… here in Wrestling Action in Revolt. With that comes… perks… money… fame… women…

{Gritty smirk forms}

… All great… but… Just know, this won’t be an easy road for you…

 

{Tornado continues to smirk as he nods his head in approval of Nemesis’ message.}

 

[Troy Tornado]:

Alright, Boss…

{Chuckles to himself slightly}

… I ‘aint afraid of sh*t; to be honest. Martin, Braun, Tyler, Garner, Ares… I know they’re all nippin’ at my heels.

{Smirks; shakes his head dramatically}

… They don’t scare me… any of ‘em…

 

{Nemesis’ grin grows larger}{/I]

 

[Nemesis]:

Good… ‘cause, as WAR Champion, there won’t be any ‘easy nights’ ahead of you.

 

{The two exchange in a smirky stare-down of sorts.}

 

[Nemesis]:

You’ll have to be on guard at all times… always pushing… always fighting… never… backing… down.

 

{The tone turns more serious as the smirk on both of their faces starts to subside. Meanwhile, the music continues to blare strongly in the background; making it difficult to hear their conversation in the first place.}{/I]

 

[Troy Tornado]:

You’re preaching to the choir…

 

[Nemesis]:

Before it’s all over with, you’ll either go down as a LEGEND… or crumble under the weight of pressure… There will be NO in-between… No… Safe pathway…

 

{A slight pause is heard as both men stare one another done. Then, slowly, a smirk forms upon Troy’s face once again. With that said; however, there still lies a sense of tension circulating between the two.}

 

[Troy Tornado]:

Wouldn’t have it any other way…

{Shakes his head; smirking}

… No other way at all…

 

{With that, Nemesis nods his head in approval. The smirk which use to reside upon his face has long-gone by now; however, despite his serious tone, often described as grumpy in nature, there still seems to be an air of trust between the two like-minded individuals. None the less, as Nemesis slowly begins to exit the party-scene, the former Anarchatic turned authority figure relays one final message before disappearing into the hanger-on crowd before him.}

 

[Nemesis]:

Good luck tonight, Champ…

 

{With that, Nemesis does exactly that: shuffling painfully as he disappears into the hanger-on party-crowd before him. Meanwhile, the final image is that of Troy Tornado still seated with a smirk upon his face. That said, it’s obvious to see that there is MORE churning within his head. What? We don’t quite know; however, after a conversation like that, there’s bound to be a level of analytical thinking; even when that person is a larger-than-life ‘rock-star’ persona.}

 

Steve Smith:

It seems as though the WAR General has A LOT in store for the WAR Champion!! Whether it’s Tornado, Garner, or anyone else who is strong enough to gain the crown, as Nemesis says, ‘there will be NO easy road ahead’!

Slick Rick:

How could anyone expect an easy road? WAR is about testing EVERYTHING you’ve got; about seeing if your best is enough. If Tornado thought he could just coast then he’s even more of an idiot than I had first thought!

Steve Smith:

From the looks of it though, Slick, Tornado is on board for the rigorous road…

Slick Rick:

We’ll see how long that holds up for. Sooner or later, that prima-donna is going to cry foul & we’ll have a whiny little champion p*ssy trying to push his weight around; getting what HE wants.

Steve Smith:

I don’t think that will happen… PLUS… Nemesis is NOT the kind of person who would allow something like that to happen… Either way, it seems like there is bound to be one HELL of a road ahead for the WAR Champion. Can he survive with the gold? It all remains to be seen…

 

 

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Troy Tornado © vs. Buddy Garner

 

Singles Match

WAR Championship Match

“… to the Brink!”

 

From the very start, Buddy Garner proves to be a different kind of opponent for the rebellious WAR Champion, Troy Tornado. Whether it’s his absolutely EXPLOSIVE athleticism, hard-hitting strikes, or quick-mannered take-down style, the man dubbed as “The Machine” is something of an enigma to the “Hard-Rock Rebel”. With this in mind, Buddy Garner is projected as a true equal to Tornado’s typical view of grandeur; creating a true open nature between the two.

 

Exchanging explosively, clashing on all-fronts, both men literally push each other to the brink of the human condition. With this in mind, knowing he must obtain an “X-factor” in which to retain, Tornado begins to take flight at a more consistent rate. While he’s known for being somewhat of a flier, his finisher being such, the WAR Champion does all that he can to finagle his way into the momentous lead. Sadly though, for him, his ride upon the top of the momentum wave is almost always tempered into a small ripple as Garner is consistently able to regain control of the match at hand.

 

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The ONE thing out of their control rears its collective ugly head around the15-minute mark. The Tri-State Kings, shuffling in a lazily arrogant manner, overtakes the ringside area in a devious fashion as it’s quite obvious that they are here to cause true mayhem. Shockingly enough though, such mayhem was never employed in a physical fashion. Sure, their sheer presence is that of a distraction; however, shortly after their arrival, both Garner and Tornado turn their full attention back toward the match at hand. An occasional checking of their position would be used by both in-ring competitors but nothing outside of a quick glance. While a distraction no doubt, the Tri-State Kings appear more like devious spectators than anything else.

 

In the end, Troy Tornado’s frustration appears to grow even more prevalent as NOTHING seems to slow-down the “Machine”.

 

Everything he tries, every impactful maneuver, every roaring aerial spot, is unable to keep Buddy Garner’s shoulders upon the mat. Tornado seems so frustrated that he EVEN attempts to take a page from Garner’s book; utilizing a submission move of his own. Sadly for him, the submission maneuver is quickly reversed by Garner and, at that point, posed a threat to his title reign.

 

When it was all said and done, the final moments are laid in a clean fashion. There is no back-handed maneuvers, no weapons, no cheating whatsoever.

 

After Buddy Garner’s attempt at a belly-to-belly Suplex is thwarted by a round of elbows from the WAR Champion, Tornado is shown springing upon the slightly staggering “Machine” with a lightning quick Superkick to the jaw. Upon impact, the boot slamming violently into Garner’s iron jaw, Buddy is shown collapsing to the mat as if he were struck with a heavyweight boxer’s final haymaker. Seconds later, as he climbs a nearby turnbuckle, posing for only a second as he couldn’t resist but KNOWS that it would be stupid to drag out such a tentative moment, the triumphant WAR Champion is shown leaping from the top rope with his epic “F*ck-off!” aerial spot.

 

With the Tri-State Kings watching at ringside, measuring up both men in the process as they play the ultimate role of sheer distractors, the WAR Champion retains his glorious gold with a three-count that marks the depleted champion as a battle-tested warrior. Pushed to the brink and back, Tornado is somehow able to overcome the unique onslaught that is “The Machine”.

 

Winner:

Troy Tornado via pinfall

Ending Maneuver:

“F*ck-off!” (Top-rope elbow drop)

Ending Time:

24:49

Note:

Troy Tornado retains the WAR Championship. This marks his 2nd defense of said title.

 

Steve Smith:

WHAT A MATCH!!

Slick Rick:

… nothin’ special if you ask me. I STILL say that Johnny Martin is the RIGHTFUL WAR Champion…

Steve Smith:

After warring for close to 30-minutes, the “Hard-Rock Rebel” is able to, somehow, overcome the explosive onslaught of “The Machine”! At MANY points during the match, I THOUGHT this was Tornado’s final stand. Tornado gave him EVERYTHING he had and yet Garner kept on going. In the end though, even Garner was unable to kick-out of the dreaded “F-off!”…

Slick Rick:

Did you just say “F-off”?

{Laughs in a raspy fashion}

… Such a boy-scout, Steve-o! It’s “F*ck-off!”… Grow a pair now that you’re on the RIGHT side of the pond.

 

 

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Post-match chaos

Involved: The Tri-State Kings, Troy Tornado ©, Buddy Garner, Ares, and The WAR General Nemesis

“Igniting a WAR with steel”

 

{Almost immediately following the final bell toll, the self-obsessed Tri-State Kings are shown storming the blackened WAR squared circle with vile intent. Within seconds of their entrance, the throwback threesome is quickly shown assaulting the overrun WAR Champion and recent contender in brutal fashion. While both Garner and Tornado are proud men, men who are never afraid of a good fight, after warring between the two of them for close to 30 minutes, there’s very little left in their frames in which to match the fresh-onslaught of the capitalizing three.}

 

{In a lengthy, extremely drawn-out manner, the Tri-State Kings continually peck, stomp, strain, and break, the bodies of their fallen two. With time, as the beatdown becomes a lingering truth, one that doesn’t seem to temper whatsoever, a momentous wave of trash is shown being cast into the blackened wrestling ring by those WAR fans still present. At one point, a trash can is even flung; almost slamming into Johnny Martin as he awaits Buddy Garner’s ascent one last time… only to force him back to the canvas with a stiff closeline.}

 

{Buddy Garner and Troy Tornado look as if they have gone through a car accident; motionless, potentially injured, and unable to ‘keep going’. That said, it’s what comes next that ultimately gives them a chance at life once again.}

 

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With an already ground axe

 

{Making a shocking return to the Empire Coliseum, the recently hospitalized Ares is shown fiercely exploding toward the WAR wrestling ring at a reckless pace.}

 

{With a crow-bar in hand, the “GOD of WAR” quickly overtakes the squared circle as the Tri-State Kings make the smart choice of exiting before Ares can even swing his weapon for a first time. With this in mind, Ares looks as though he’s unwilling to let such space slow down his assault; slamming his own body against a nearby rope with reckless intent as he swings his menacing crow-bar toward the head of Alex Braun.}

 

{With the rabid fan-base cheering his name proudly, Ares is shown fuming with absolute aggression as he stares down his most-hated foes. Meanwhile, Garner and Tornado still lay motionless in the very squared circle that their calvarias figure also shares. With that said though, Ares looks as though he cares nothing about their health; more so focused on gaining revenge upon the Tri-State Kings for his own previous injuries.}

 

{Just then, as Ares looks as though he’s ready to explode with rage, potentially seconds from leaping from the ring at the Tri-State Kings, the WAR General, Nemesis, is shown slowly shuffling through the “Gates of WAR” in a painful fashion.}

 

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WAR General cometh…

 

[Nemesis]:

Don’t you worry, Ares… You’ll get your revenge… You’ll ALL… get your revenge…

 

{A vile smirk forms upon Nemesis’ face as he looks upon the carnage around the ringside area.}

 

[Nemesis]:

Now… If only I could think of a match that would give us the BEST chance for heated violence…

{Looks as though he’s thinking… and then he smirks in vile fashion once again}

… That’s right… It’s all SO simple… NEXT WEEK, on “Battleground”, in our MAIN EVENT, we’re going to have a good ole’ fashion 3-on-3… Cage… Match!!

 

{The crowd roars. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Kings have formed at the base of the rampway in which to keep their eye both on Nemesis and the fuming Ares.}

 

[Nemesis]:

That’s right boys… It’ll be the Tri-State Kings versus… Troy Tornado… Buddy Garner… and… ARES!!!

 

{The crowd erupts once again. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Kings look as though they are emotionless; not moved by such a declaration.}

 

[Nemesis]:

Enough of this back-and-forth bull-sh*t… Next week, we’re going to find out EXACTLY what you’re all made of! I’m done with the talking… done with the jockeying… It’s time for blood to be spilled… it’s time for… WAR…

 

{With that, “Battleground” climaxes to a close with the sight of Nemesis standing atop the WAR rampway; projecting a devilish smirk that can only be utilized by those well-versed in anarchy. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Kings simply stand along in a statuesque kind of fashion as the previous calvarias figure in the “GOD of WAR” continues to rage with intense emotion; wielding a crow-bar like a scorned predator.}

 

Steve Smith:

WOW!!! What a main event for next week!! The Tri-State Kings… versus… the WAR Champion, Troy Tornado, Buddy Garner, and the resurgent “GOD of WAR”… ARES… ALL within the unforgiving confines of a steel cage!!

Slick Rick:

There aint NO WAY that those punks beat the Tri-State Kings. These guys know each other well, they’ve fought in the trenches with one another before, these others guys know nothing about each other. Hell, Ares didn’t come out here to save Garner and Tornado… He did it to get some sense of reckless revenge!! How do they EVER plan to work together?

Steve Smith:

Hatred can bring anyone together…

Slick Rick:

Hatred doesn’t trump experience… It just means that you’re more reckless… more open to making BIG mistakes… Mistakes that could cost you your life…

Steve Smith:

I guess we’ll have to see what comes to pass next week on “Battleground”. Call your local pay-per-view provider, order the show, and get your popcorn ready because this steel cage match is BOUND to be one HELL of an affair!! Goodnight folks!!

 

 

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[Eisen-verse]

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Event:

WAR: "Battleground" - PPV Episode #2

Company:

Wrestling Action in Revolt (WAR)

Attendance:

8, 192 out of 10,000 at the Empire Coliseum (Located in the Empire Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas, NV)

PPV Buyrate:

0.08 (+ 0.01)

Event Grade:

C

 

• The Tri-State Kings verbally spar with WAR General, Nemesis, in a pre-show segment. (B-)
  
  
• WAR General, Nemesis, announces that Buddy Garner is the new #1 contender to the WAR Championship (set to face Troy Tornado that night). In turn, Johnny Martin is booked against Nemesis’ recent WAR signing, internationally known cruiserweight, American Elemental, after a continued verbal spar between the WAR General and the Tri-State Kings. ©
  
  
• Johnny Martin defeated American Elemental via pinfall. (D)
  
  
• The WAR Pin-up girls attempt to promote the Empire Hotel & Casino’s famed gambling room. In the end; however, the menacing foursome of DAMiaN, Leper Messiah, Cletus, and Genio Verde, crash said scenario in true villainous fashion: holding Meggie Beth at her will, forcing her to be the messenger of Verde’s mysteriously encrypted message, and finally shoving the WAR pin-up girl to the ground thereafter. ©
  
  
• Cletus, DAMiaN, Genio Verde, and Leper Messiah defeated Donnie J, Fox Mask, Puerto Rican Power, and Snap Dragon via a Genio Verde pinfall over Donnie J. (D)
  
  
• A debuting Ash Campbell accepts Eric Tyler’s “Wrestling Lesson” challenge. (B-)
  
  
• Eric Tyler defeated Ash Campbell via submission. (D-)
  
  
• James Prudence holds a promo backstage centered on Shawn Gonzalez. ©
  
  
• Alex Braun defeated Remmy Skye via a controversial pinfall. (D)
  
  
• A training video is shown of Buddy Garner. (D+)
  
  
• James Prudence defeated Shawn Gonzalez via a flash-pinfall. ©
  
  
• WAR General, Nemesis, meets with Troy Tornado backstage to talk about the difficult journey ahead for ANY, and ALL, WAR Champions. (B)
  
  
• Troy Tornado defeated Buddy Garner via pinfall. ©
  
  
• The Tri-State Kings conduct a lengthy beat-down of Buddy Garner and Troy Tornado. In the end, Ares makes a shocking return, running out as a calvarias figure, ridding the ring of the Tri-State Kings, and the WAR General, Nemesis, books next week’s main event to be a 3 on 3 Steel Cage Match between the Tri-State Kings and Troy Tornado, Buddy Garner, and Ares. (C+)
  
  

[Eisen-verse]

<p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Baaaaaaaaack from vacation...</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">

</span><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><em>"Battleground" pay-per-view episode #3 due up...</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><em>

New 'pet project' is found...</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><em>

Timetable for results...</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">

Just thought I'd swing through and let everyone know that I'm back from vacation now. I've booked the show for the most part & will have the card for said pay-per-view broadcast of "Battleground" up in the next coming days. For those looking to still catch up, reading some 4 shows by now, then you still have time to do so!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">

In a related note, I have finally found my 'pet project' for WAR. In dynasty's past, I have always singled out one person in which to develop (skill, popularity, and character, wise). While he may not be the best out of the gate, also coming with some baggage that could eventually hurt WAR in the end, I believe he's going to be a great addition to the product as a whole. There are others that I'm focused on getting over (Campbell, American Elemental, etc.) but I've singled out one within the unemployed ranks to eventually be the next monstrous wrestler of our time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">

I'm still mulling over HOW he will come into the fold but, as a level of insight into myself as the booker of all of this, I wanted to let you know that there were some big things that happened while I was on my hiatus (at least from a planning perspective). </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">

So, in short, card is due up probably tomorrow. In turn, I'll get a crack at results writing this weekend (Saturday most likely) and should have the show up sometime after that.</span></p>

[Timber]

<p>Wooo!</p><p> </p><p>

It's great that you are gonna make Dusty Bin a star. You rock.</p>

[Eisen-verse]

<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/PPV.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/Battleground2.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/Bsyn.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>To those about to wage in WAR, the battleground is the ultimate place for which LEGENDS are born. Putting everything on the line, a warrior has very little room for error. For, if one is to slip, even momentarily, mass destruction is almost an absolute certainty. </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> WAR is no place for the weak. When stepping onto the hallowed battleground, only one thing remains… Will you, or will you not, rise to the occasion? </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> Will you rise for your country? Will you rise for your family? Will you rise for greatness? Will you rise for your brothers? Will you rise… for the banner of WAR?</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> This and this alone is what measures a man…</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> … What turns an ordinary person into that of a LEGEND …</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> Who will dominate the Battleground?</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>WHO will become the LEGENDS of WAR?</strong></em></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/BCard.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Cletus.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/FoxMask.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">A week after standing in for a previously ‘injured’ Genio Verde, </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Cletus</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> found himself on the losing end against the ferocious </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Fox Mask</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> as the masked mastermind miraculously healed in-time; forcing the newfound match-up into a tainted DQ ending. This time around, without the manipulative hand of Genio Verde present, will we find another outcome? Either way, much like last week, it will be extremely hard for Foxy to come away with a win over such a uncontrollable behemoth as Cletus.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/EricTyler.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Who.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Who.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Despite already taking part in this weeks “Battleground” steel cage main event, the LEGENDARY “Traditionalist”, </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Eric Tyler</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, will bring his infamous “Wrestling Lesson” to the Empire Coliseum once again. This time around; however, Tyler will be that of a spectator as the hardened ‘educator’ has vowed to find a proper replacement for himself this week (and this week only). </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Who will he find to be his ‘substitute wrestling teacher’ this week?</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Also, who will walk through the “Gates of WAR” in which to challenge the Tyler-aligned stand-in?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/4087/warscre.png</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Competing under a dreaded 24/7 rule mandated by J.K. Stallings Jr. himself, the highly anticipated </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>WAR Sin City Championship</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> will make it’s debut in a mysterious manner on this upcoming pay-per-view broadcast of “Battleground”. Who will compete? How will they compete? When will they compete? And, in the end, WHO will come away as the first-ever WAR Sin City Champion? Whoever comes away with the heralded prize, a journey filled with twists, turns, and all-out, never-ending, warfare, is soon to follow. In the end, will the champion be one who is blessed or cursed? Only time will tell.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/JamesPrudence.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Who.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/ShawnGonzalez.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Who.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Wrestling Action in Revolt has recently been overrun by the heated rivalry budding between that of the “Platinum Player” and the “Lone Wolf”. Standing at shocking 1-1 combined record against one another, both </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>James Prudence</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> and </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Shawn Gonzalez</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> will get, yet, another crack at each other this week on “Battleground”. With that said; however, this time around, the LEGENDARY WAR General, Nemesis, has personally declared said altercation as a mysterious tag match; one where both Prudence and Gonzalez’ partners are currently unnamed. In the end, WHO will ultimately stand as their partners in WAR? More importantly though, who will prevail once again – James Prudence or Shawn Gonzalez?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/JohnnyMartin.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/EricTyler.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/AlexBraun.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Ares.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/BuddyGarner.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/TroyTornado.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> One week ago, the LEGENDARY </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>WAR General</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Nemesis</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, made a shocking announcement as this week’s “Battleground” main event was booked under a hectic tone. With the return of the previously stretchered “GOD of WAR”, </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ares</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, coming to the aide of the severely beaten duo of </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Troy Tornado ©</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> and </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Buddy Garner</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, the battle-tested, no-nonsense, General made it known that the calvarias figure would later tag with those he helped protect (Tornado and Garner). While it’s unknown whether or not the run-in was solely a good Samaritan scenario, the truth of the matter at hand is that Ares will team with WAR Champion Troy Tornado and “The Machine” Buddy Garner in which to take-on the polarizing trio of the </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Tri-State Kings</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>(Johnny Martin, Eric Tyler, and Alex Braun)</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">. When it’s all said and done, who will prevail: the Tri-State wrestling ICONS conjoined by their shared regional pride – OR – the rag-tag trio of WAR aggressors? Regardless of the win/loss outcome, there’s bound to be MUCH in the way of injuries as this match will all take place within the unforgiving confines of a Steel Cage!!</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:8px;"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">WAR Battleground Quick Picks</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:8px;"> Cletus vs. Fox Mask</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:8px;"> "Wrestling Lesson" w/ Eric Tyler's choice stand-in</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:8px;"> Sin City Championship Match: Who will your choice of champion be? (Mid-card title)</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:8px;"> James Prudence & ???? vs. Shawn Gonzalez & ????</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:8px;"> The Tri-State Kings vs. Ares, Buddy Garner, and Troy Tornado</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/PPV/WAR.jpg</span></div><p></p>

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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Documentary/Stallings.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div></div></div></div></div><p><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Documentary/record1.jpg</span></p><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>4th Week of March, 2010</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>... Veronica tests positive ...</em></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>A coy smirk resides upon the young billionaire’s face as he sinks deeper into a jet-black leather chair. While his small stature does nothing to impress, the obvious wealth woven into his designer threads tells of quite the opposite. Shockingly enough, the slightly awkward, self-doubting, resurgent business owner has seen a slight evolution since the documentarian first met with the monetarily-endowed figure. At this point, starting to feel the beauty of his own stride, Mr. Stallings is starting to find a sense of swagger to his existence. In no way is it masterful, still budding with each passing character building scenario, but it’s certainly an example of one finally living what he spent years devising.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Documentarian]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Recently, there’s been a rumor circulating that one of your famed WAR Pin-up girls had failed a drug test during a post-show screening. Is there any truth to this rumor?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>A slight sigh protrudes from J.K.’s small-statured frame. Meanwhile, a nodding motion begins to resonate in which to depict a sense of agreeing.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> While I would love for it to BE a rumor, sadly, it is not. </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong><em>Veronica</em></strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, one of our most out-going Pin-up girls, has recently failed a drug test; however, the issue was dealt with immediately upon the test results.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Pin-up%20girls/Veronica.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Documentarian]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Are you at liberty to tell us WHAT she tested positive for?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You know me… I’m an open book…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>A coy smirk forms upon his face as it’s obvious that there’s a level of gamesmanship radiating from the former ‘billionaire brat’. Coming off of being stone-walled by Stallings and his men, the amateur documentarian knows this statement of Stallings’ to be only remotely true. While he HAS been relatively good about relaying his story, a recent ‘cover-up’ scenario over a potential failed drug test by Tony Rennie (Troy Tornado) has built our faithful documentarian to feel slightly ‘left in the dark’; no longer given the absolute insight as it pertains to the world of J.K. Stallings Jr.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>

With that in mind, his coy smirk tells of a man who may say one thing yet will ultimately do the other if need be.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> She failed on account of a hard drug usage. Believe me, it pains me to even BELIEVE that anyone could be using such substances in WAR; however, the hard part is, we DO reside in Sin City. </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Slight smirk}</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You can only police so much before the matter lies on the individual themselves.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Documentarian]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Is she set to miss any time? Did you fine her? I guess what I’m asking is, how did you deal with the failed drug test?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We spoke with Veronica; telling her that such actions were not acceptable. In the end, she wasn’t fined. She wasn’t suspended. We gave her information for a local rehab clinic and we’ll see how it all comes out.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Documentarian]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Don’t you think you’re sending a positive message to those who may STILL be using behind the scenes; that they can ultimately get away with it?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Stallings tone quickly transitions from his coy demeanor to that of authority following the documentarian’s last statement. With a slower delivery, more firm in it’s tone, the successful businessman emphasizes his point with a level of stern understanding.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Don’t take me for a fool… </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Pauses}</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> She knows that her slip-up would be seen as such only after her failure. After that, she’ll find her situation MUCH more harsh if it needs to be. Plus, as a way to stamp out the issue, my advisors and I have decided to employ a more strict ‘wellness policy’. From here on out, if someone in MY locker room is making bad decisions, I’ll know about it…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Documentarian]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … and if let’s say one of your top talents were to fail… </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Pauses; stares down despite the tension building}</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … They would also see the same fate? Regardless of who they are?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Again, the coy smirk slightly resurfaces; however, this time, it’s done in a ‘you’re kidding, right?” kind of manner. Chuckling slightly to himself, looking off camera to someone whose bound to be in his inner circle, Mr. Stallings eventually brings his focus back to the documentarian.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I think we’re done here. </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Documentarian]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You didn’t answer my question…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I don’t see a need in doing so…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>With that, the most recent raw-footage recording comes to an end with the sight of J.K. Stallings Jr. abruptly removing his microphone from the lapel of his designer jacket. Shaking his head, chuckling to himself in a ‘who do you think you are’ kind of manner, the successful businessman lightly walks off camera; meeting up with a number of nameless suits in a darkened corner of his Las Vegas Strip high-rise.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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<p></p><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/Brought.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Quotes/Battlegroundopen.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/Battleground2.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Quotes/respect.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/JohnnyMartin.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/EricTyler.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/AlexBraun.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Ares.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/GoddessEmily.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/BuddyGarner.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/TroyTornado.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>Taped confrontations</strong></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> Involved: The Tri-State Kings, Ares, Goddess Emily, Buddy Garner, and Troy Tornado</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> “Mind Games or just being d*cks”</em></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{As WAR’s weekly pay-per-view broadcast, “Battleground”, opens for it’s 3rd airing, we witness the polarizing sight of the infamous Tri-State Kings walking as one down a backstage hallway. Acting in confidence, most certainly due to their numbers game, the Tri-State area LEGENDS of wrestling appear to have a destination in mind as they step in an inspired fashion.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Coming upon a figure off to the right, not entirely noticeable at this point due to the angle, the self-obsessed trio appear to liven up with arrogant energy; acting out a plan, it seems, without need for verbal instruction.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Ares.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/GoddessEmily.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>The punk-rock couple of WAR</strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{As they grow closer, it’s obvious to see now that said figure off to the right is none other than a fellow former DaVE member in Ares. With the lovely tattooed lady, Goddess Emily, at his side, the equally punk-rock combination appears to be in stark contrast to the old, veteran, rather plain, depiction of the Tri-State Kings. None the less, as the Kings smirk with a sense of collective, dismissive, arrogance, neither Ares nor Goddess Emily appear all that excited to see the three of them.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Goddess Emily]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What the HELL do you want?</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Alex Braun]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Emily… Emily… Emily… </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Shakes his head}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … an attitude like that are bound to get you a heap of trouble…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Goddess Emily]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Who says I don’t want it?</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{A tense stare-down follows between the Tri-State Kings & the pairing of Goddess Emily & Ares at this point. That said, after a lengthy bout of silence, one that creates a level of anxiety for the viewer, the scenario at hand continues forth.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We mean no harm… yet… </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Pauses; smirks}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> If you know ANYTHING about us, Ares, which you do, it’s that we are gentlemen; we keep our action for the ring. We simply wanted to stop by and wish you… the best of luck tonight… </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Pauses again; still smirking}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You’re going to need it. You see, your little rag-tag trio has NOTHING on the well-oiled machine that is… the Tri-State Kings. More or less, tonight will end up as a familiar sight for you after all of those years in DaVE… The sight of the three of US… always… getting our way. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{That statement seemingly strikes a chord with Ares as his body language instantly turns rather aggressive in tone. Meanwhile, Goddess Emily, feeding off of said inherent anger, continues to speak for her rebellious client.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Goddess Emily]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You’re living in a dream-world if you THINK, for one second, that it’s all going to be the same as it was in DaVE. We’re on new ground, on an even playing field, and when it’s all said and done, Ares WILL have his vengeance upon every… last… one of you! </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Pauses; stern stare-down}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You may have ruled once before… but this is Wrestling Action in Revolt… and my client… He’s the “GOD of WAR”…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{The pairing of Ares and Goddess Emily are overtly explosive in their tone; both physically and verbally in the case of the tattooed Emily. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Kings apparently laugh in defiance of her statement; feeling as if they are above threats.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Johnny Martin]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We’ll see about that… “GOD... of… WAR”…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{With that, the Tri-State Kings move on from the tense scenario before us. While they are the ones to leave the scene at hand, the manner for which they do so, quite methodical, speaks of a group attempting to employ a level of ‘mind games’ to the proceedings.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Fading to black, we once again return to sight of the Tri-State Kings now standing before, what appears to be, a locker room door. The cut and return makes the viewer well aware that this all had to have taken place earlier in the day; due to the cut-and-return way for which it’s displayed.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Walking as one into said locker room, the Tri-State Kings happen to come across the sight of the menacing MMA “Machine” himself.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/BuddyGarner.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Always fuming…</strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Standing up from the steel chair he once sat upon, the fiery fighter in Garner quickly meets the methodical Tri-State Kings in the center of the room. Practically fuming already, his nostrils flaring, it seems as though Garner is simply ‘not having it’; unhappy by such an imposing entrance.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {None the less, as Garner stares down all three members of the Tri-State Kings, clenching his fists in which to gear himself for any sense of violence, the vile Tri-State Kings are heard, once again, attempting to forge a round of “mind games” upon one of their opponents in tonight’s main event.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Stand-down, Garner… we mean you no harm…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Garner doesn’t seem to get the message, or understands the blatant hypocrisy in such a statement, as he continues to rage before them; ready for a fight.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We’re simply here… to talk…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Alex Braun]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> This little ‘run’ of yours has been impressive but it’s bound to fall apart tonight.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Johnny Martin]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Alex may think it’s impressive but I find it to be nothing short of a luck… You’re a nobody here in our sport, Garner. You may scare others with your antics but you don’t scare us… not one bit.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Alex Braun]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … We’ve already stared down the ‘devil’ in DaVE… Beating you won’t take much…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Garner continues to fume as his hands clench even harder into the form of fists. Meanwhile, it appears as though the Tri-State Kings are unmoved by his aggressive response; standing in confidence as their methodical, ultra-arrogant, tone continues forth in defiance of Buddy’s potential for sheer danger.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Make sure you bring your “A-game” tonight, Garner… </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Pauses}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I don’t want any excuses after I make… you… tap…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Again, the Tri-State Kings move forward, onto their next devious conversation, as Buddy Garner continues to fume violently from every pour. In the end, as we fade to black once again, we are ultimately given the sight of a slowly exiting Tri-State Kings. Meanwhile, Buddy Garner’s body language tells of a man who’s on the brink of exploding with rage.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Fading to black, we, for a final time, return; however, this time we find ourselves in a totally different scenario.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Within what’s expected to be a personal luxury box on high, within the Empire Coliseum, the Tri-State Kings slowly shuffle through the elaborate Roman-inspired doorway in which to witness the sight of a mass crowd within said room. Scantily clad females, grown men wearing leather, and music blaring wildly in the background, is brashly presented as the Tri-State Kings instantly appear like ‘fish out of water’; mostly due to the obvious cultural differences.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {As they forge through the crowd, shoving leather-clad men out of the way, almost igniting a fight as it is, the Kings ultimately end up before the WAR Champion himself, Troy Tornado ©, as he sits upon a beautiful black leather couch.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/TroyTornado.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Drugs, sex, and rock-n-roll</strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> {With lovely females at his side, the arrogantly smirking champion looks upon the impeding Kings with a palpable sense of confidence himself. Without seeing his eyes, masked by his darkened sunglasses, the champ c*cks his head slightly to the side in a show of absolute arrogance.}</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">[/i]</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What the f*ck do you want?</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{For the first time, most likely due to the awkward space for which they find them, the Tri-State Kings seem to lose their cool slightly. Snarling, obviously mad, the grumpy veterans do their best to yell over the loud music blaring in the background.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Alex Braun]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Drop your music, a$$-hole… Don’t you KNOW who we are?</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Oh, I know DAMN well who you are… </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Pauses}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … the music stays on…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{The Tri-State Kings seem to grow even more irritable.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’ll say it again… maybe turn up your hearing aides… What… the f*ck… do you want?</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Watch your tone, boy…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Not happenin’… you’re in MY house… my rules…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Alex Braun]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’ll f*ck you up right now…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Johnny Martin and Eric Tyler hold back Alex Braun in a quick, brutish, fashion as the potential fight still feels entirely possible. Eventually, letting him go, Johnny Martin looks back over toward his recent rival in which to deliver a message; stained in angered defiance.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Johnny Martin]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You may have the strap, Tornado, but, Tonight, I’m going to see to it that you don’t leave that cage on your own two feet… Do you understand me? It’s only a matter of time before you fall, Tornado, and when you do… The WAR Championship is MINE!</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Tornado chuckles in return to Martin’s fiery statement.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> F*ck… off… Martin. The strap is staying with me… it ‘aint going nowhere. If ANYTHING is happenin’ tonight, it’s the END of this little posse of yours… </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Looks over at all three}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … Now, if you’d leave me be, your fogie-stank is ruining our little shin-dig here… I’ll see you in the cage…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{With that, the opening segment comes to a close with the sight of a tense stare-down between the WAR Champion, Troy Tornado ©, and the fuming Tri-State Kings. In the end, the Kings are shown grumpily storming out of Tornado’s personal luxury box; disappearing into the mass of scantily clad bodies before them in the process.}</em></span></div></div></div></div></blockquote><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It seems as though the Tri-State Kings have been busy before “Battleground” even hit the air. While it should come as NO shock, these three egocentric veterans have done everything they can to get under the skin of their opponents. In the end though, do “mind games” really work? Will the Kings find victory or will the rag-tag trio before them knock them all down a peg? I guess we’ll see…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Never… vote… against… the Tri-State Kings. These guys are LEGENDS for a reason. They’ve already SHOWN that they can get the job done when need be. There ‘aint no way that they’re dropping this one.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> They certainly are more cohesive then their opponents. That HAS to come into play.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> More cohesive, better wrestlers, and better focused. Again, there ‘aint no way that they’re going to lose. Hands down. This WILL be a victory for the Tri-State Kings!</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/Cletus-1.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Versus/VS.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/FoxMask.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Cletus vs. Fox Mask</strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Singles Match</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> “David vs. Goliath redux”</em></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Attempting to overrun his much larger, much more powerful, opponent with blinding speed, the ferocious Fox Mask descends from on high with a cannonball-like approach. Speeding, diving, and crashing, the masked feline does all that he can to create an unstoppable ball of energy; hoping that such would be enough to keep the big mountain man down. Sadly, for Fox Mask, that’s no such reality. Instead, with time, Cletus’ power becomes too much for the ferocious Fox to overcome. Crashing violently every which way, much like a rag-doll of sorts, Fox Mask eventually takes on the role of the beaten babyface as the monstrous mountain man adopts the age old ‘unstoppable behemoth’ role. Shockingly though, when it’s all said and done, Fox Mask is able to make good on an obvious plan set forth later in the match. As Cletus stands outside of the ring, forced there by a missile drop-kick from the speedy Fox, the fiery flier is eventually shown catapulting off a nearby ring rope and crashing violently into the standing Cletus below with a twisting, turning, corkscrew-like plancha. Cletus would eventually regain his footing; however, would quickly be forced back downward with a lightning quick Superkick from Fox Mask; seconds before the masked flier is able to escape back into the ring before Eugene Williams calls 10.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Winner:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Fox Mask via count-out</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Maneuver:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Lightning quick superkick</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Time:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 6:28</span></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Whether it was his plan to work toward a count-out victory or not, either way, Fox Mask IS the victor following Eugene Williams’ ten-count! If it WAS his plan all along, it was a masterful one. I mean, pinning someone like Cletus is almost impossible. Sometimes, a victory like this is enough to simply say that you were able to overcome.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’m not going to congratulate that punk. Grow up, toss away the child’s mask, and stop running from your problems! You don’t think you can pin Cletus? Then there’s a good chance you SHOULDN’T be able to beat him!! Give them another go at it and there ‘aint no way that big-bad-Cletus won’t pull THIS ONE out!</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Both men pause as they look toward the ring. Steve Smith has a look of building horror upon his face. Meanwhile, Slick Rick has already started cracking a vile smirk.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Looks like we won’t HAVE to wait until next time…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> TURN AROUND!! </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Cletus.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/FoxMask.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>Post-match attack</strong></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> Involved: Cletus and Fox Mask</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> “The Monster of Appalachia”</em></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Slamming his club-like fists upon the apron before him, Cletus is obviously enraged by the outcome of his match with Fox Mask. With that in mind, the gigantic, hair-infested, mountain man once again returns to the WAR ring with vile intent.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Throwing a celebrating Fox Mask from the top rope with a modified Chokeslam, coming up behind him in an unexpected manner to start, Cletus is shown inflicting an extreme level of pain through the usage of his monstrous frame. A number of chokeslams, rag-doll like throws, and club-like punches later, Fox Mask is barely recognizable as being alive and well; motionless from all the carnage.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {In the end, the final blow is that of a jaw-shattering big boot square practically sends the ferocious Fox Mask flying out of the ring with brute force unseen. Seconds later, as Cletus is shown slowly shuffling his way out of the squared circle, never turning back in the process, the final image is that of an unconscious Fox Mask lying in the corner of the squared circle; motionless and appearing as though he had just suffered a violent car crash.}</em></span></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> That was just… just… </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Shakes his head}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … Someone really needs to check on Fox Mask. I love this sport, always have, but it’s moments like this that STILL make me want to pack it all up and walk away. Fox Mask won fair and square, put everything into this match to keep his gigantic opponent at bay, and THIS is how he gets to celebrate the win… practically on death’s door. It’s just… sad… sad that this is how it needs to be.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Cletus is NOT the kind of guy you want to piss off; that’s for sure. Bro is a f*cking monster if there ever was one! He’s like one of those back-country terrors who live in a shed & feed on small animals. </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Laughs to himself; raspy in nature}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> The kind that builds bombs and sends them out on their way to old grandma’s around the country…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> There is definitely something SERIOUSLY wrong with Cletus… that’s for sure…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/EricTyler.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Who.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Who.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>“Wrestling Lesson” Open Challenge</strong></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> Involved: Eric Tyler, ????, and ????</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> “Here… in a Flash…”</em></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Overtaking the ringside area with a methodical sense of arrogance, the LEGENDARY “Traditionalist” is shown shuffling in a manner that screams ‘educated heel’. Soaking in the moment, pushing the rabid WAR fan-base to respond accordingly, Eric Tyler holds nothing back as his typical demeaning smirk tells of a man who obviously believes he’s better than any and all. In the end, as he enters the squared circle, ripping a microphone forcibly from the hand of the nearby ring announcer, the hardened veteran is heard continuing his polarizing “Wrestling Lesson” scenario. This time; however, it’s known that he’s searched out a replacement for such as Tyler is set to compete in tonight’s Main Event. In connection, there’s a level of anticipation, amongst the sheer hatred, as everyone wonders who may be stepping in for the educated technition here tonight.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You people sicken me…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{The crowd boos like crazy as Eric Tyler stands proudly in defiance of their negative tone.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Somehow, in the last decade or so, wrestling fans have become a heard of idiots. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Again, Eric Tyler pauses in masterful fashion as he soaks up the roaring negative response with confidence.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> There are some of you out there who THINK that they get it, ‘smarks’ they call themselves, but in reality… they’re just as pathetic as the rest. Your generation is fixated flashing lights, speeding images, and short understandings. You’ve become slaves to your own ADD and for that… you’ve lost ANY sense of perspective on this sport. Your mindless, uneducated, mental diarrhea has made it impossible for TRUE wrestling to survive. I spent 30 god-damn years seeing to it that the right way, the “Traditionalist” way, would be preserved but now, in a matter of a few years, you idiots have gone and unearthed all of it. Like a virus, eating away at it’s host, you’ve practically left this industry a shell of what it used to be. The ACTUALLY talented have fallen behind for the ‘pretty boy’ sissies in the back. The educated grappler has been forcibly SHOVED aside for the busty blonde with a lazy smile. The masterful technition… the true GREATS of our industry… has been wrongfully forgotten; replaced by the psychopathic spot-monkey with little hope. It’s YOU… ALL of YOU… who have taken this sport I love and turned it into absolute CRAP…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Eric Tyler pauses once again. This time; however, as the crowd boos forth, Eric Tyler is shown sporting a vile snarl in response to what he believes to be true.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … This is why, even though I will not be able to participate, I simply could not allow my “Wrestling Lesson” to subside; not even for a night. For, giving you idiots the night off would only make it even HARDER to restore a sense of integrity to this great industry. That is why I have reached out to a good friend of mine to ENSURE that the uneducated, the mindless, the stupid,… YOU… continue to witness REAL wrestling; not this sh*t you call ‘wrestling’ these days. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Eric pauses for a brief second as he stands with his head slightly c*cked back in an arrogant, yet stern, manner.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> So, for one night only, I reached out to that friend of mine in hopes of furthering my cause. Luckily, for you ALL, he couldn’t resist. </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Evil grin follows}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Ladies and gentlemen, I give to YOU… one of the absolute GREATS of the Tri-State Area… a man who is, no doubt, a LEGEND in our sport… my good friend… the “Remarkable”… STEVE… FLASH!!!!</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/SteveFlash.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Flash enters into WAR</strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{A slight reaction is heard; however, for the most part, it seems like the fans are more confused than anything else. With such a ringing endorsement, the rabid WAR fan-base was most likely expecting more of a BIGGER name. That said, despite not knowing the man on a mainstream level, Steve Flash is exactly what Eric Tyler claimed him to be: A Tri-State LEGEND.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Slowly shuffling his way through the “Gates of WAR”, the newfound WAR wrestler is shown overtaking the ringside area with a level of sternness left for those most hardened. As his pony-tail bounces behind him, Flash eventually enters the squared circle in which to engage in a firm handshake with his apparent ‘good friend’ in Eric Tyler.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> {Much to his disdain, while Eric Tyler attempts to speak once again, most likely to further the ‘love party’ for Flash, the Tri-State pairing is quickly interrupted by the familiar sound of a young screamo band.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/AshCampbell.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Taking the challenge… again…</strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Walking through the “Gates of WAR” himself, the young Ash Campbell is shown standing at the top of the rampway with a microphone already in hand. Sporting a playfully arrogant smirk upon his face, the newly signed son of WAR General, Nemesis, appears as though he has something on his mind. With that, Ash is shown slowly raising said microphone up to his mouth as his borderline obnoxious theme abruptly fades into the background.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Ash Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> THIS is who you were talking about? </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Smirks}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> When I heard words like “LEGEND”, “GREAT”, and “REMARKABLE”, I was expecting someone a little more… impressive. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Steve Flash is shown wrenching his hands in response as it’s rather obvious by the look upon his face that he’s unhappy with such a statement. Meanwhile, Eric Tyler is shown placing his arm across Flash in which to slightly ‘hold him back’ in a lackluster manner.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It looks like you’ve inherited your father’s stupidity…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Ash Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We like to think of it as actually having a set, Uncle Eric…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Ash smirks devilishly}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eric Tyler]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Why are you even out here? Don’t tell me that you WANT to test a LEGEND once again? Didn’t your first ‘wrestling lesson’ teach you anything;… that you can’t HANG with the GREATS of this sport?</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Ash Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We’ll see about that. You may have gotten lucky last week but this week… I’m going to ruin this little ‘welcome party’ of yours. </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Looks to Flash with a smirk}</em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … Well gramps, let’s get this started… I know you don’t have much time left on this earth…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{The crowd pops rather well for Ash as he slams his microphone upon the steel ramp-way below. Meanwhile, Eric Tyler has seemingly ‘released’ his good friend in Steve Flash; allowing him to prepare for the upcoming “wrestling lesson”. None the less, as he wrenches his hands in a hardened fashion, the newfound veteran appears to be fuming with aggression; all centered upon the youngster before him in the loud-mouth, Ash Campbell.}</em></span></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It looks like Ash hasn’t had enough quite yet. While he couldn’t beat Eric Tyler last week, falling victim to Tyler’s dreaded “Wrestling Lesson”, something tells me that THIS WEEK may be quite different. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Different? Really? He’s stepping into the ring with THE Steve Flash; a Tri-State LEGEND. There ‘aint no way that this snot-nosed punk is going to do ANYTHING different. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Such a LEGEND but… I’ve never heard of him…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> That’s because you’re JUST as much of an idiot as these fans…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/AshCampbell.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Versus/VS.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/SteveFlash.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ash Campbell vs. Steve Flash </strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong><span style="font-size:8px;">w/ Eric Tyler</span></strong></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Singles Match</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> “Wrestling Lesson” Open Challenge</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> “Flash… bang…”</em></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> The man with everything to prove shows himself to be exactly that as the newfound WAR addition, Ash Campbell, speeds into action with hopes of utilizing his raw youthful energy as a tool for victory. Sadly, unlike Fox Mask though, Campbell’s energetic onslaught carries MUCH less weight as it’s nipped almost immediately by the experienced hand of Steve Flash. From there, the newest addition to the infamous Tri-State Kings is shown displaying an absolute clinic as it pertains to technical wrestling. Several Suplexes, a number of low-impact strikes, and blinding-quick take-downs, all keep Ash struggling to simply stay upright. In the end, despite wanting the victory SO badly, a fact made obvious in his EVERY mannerism, the young Ash is unable to do what he set his mind to: defeating Eric Tyler’s stand-in. As Eric Tyler himself watches from ringside, his arms crossed as he stands as a confident voyeur, his stand-in, Steve Flash, is able to force his half-conscious opponent into his signature “Flash Bang” Suplex. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Winner:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Steve Flash via pinfall</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Maneuver:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Flash Bang” (Belly-to-Back-Side Suplex)</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Time:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 6:04</span></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> He came, he tried, he lost. Ash Campbell desperately wants success, it’s rather obvious, but when he’s trying to gain that success over people like Eric Tyler and Steve Flash, there’s a chance it’ll never come sadly. Either way, what a HUGE surprise in having Tri-State LEGEND, Steve Flash, join WAR in which to run with his East-Coast brethren! I’m not necessarily a fan of his attitude recently BUT you can’t deny what he’s been able to accomplish in the New York area!</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> He’s a LEGEND; that’s for sure. Truly, there’s no better choice for the Tri-State Kings than Steve Flash. Damn good choice boys… damn good…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Going forward, this will certainly be interesting. From here, the Tri-State Kings have a LOT of powerful weapons at their disposal. Can they hold WAR down by their throats as it seems they want to? It remains to be seen. That said, you KNOW they’re going to go down trying either way.</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> They shouldn’t HAVE TO! WAR should be praising these men for their accomplishments. They’re LEGENDS of this damn sport and these punks in the crowd here are too dumb to realize it. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I wouldn’t call our fans dumb…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Oh, I’m sorry… F*cking stupid… there we go…</span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Guru.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/JK.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>The introduction to the WAR Sin City Championship</strong></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> Involved: The Guru and J.K. Stallings Jr.</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> “Welcome to… Sin City!”</em></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{We transition backstage in which to see a tight angled image of the profound billionaire, and WAR Owner, J.K. Stallings Jr. standing alongside his recently employed ‘voice’, legendary manager, The Guru. Dressed in exquisitely tailored designer suits, both men appear to stand before a number of faceless individuals; all with the confines of a noisy gambling room in the Empire Hotel & Casino. While it’s expected that they are standing before WAR wrestlers, given the gigantic size of some shown, at this point, the camera lens gives more attention to the sight of Mr. Stallings & The Guru themselves; a sight not often seen since the inception of WAR.}</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[The Guru]:</strong></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Las Vegas is a unique backdrop for which WAR resides. From day one, Mr. Stallings has made it rather apparent as to WHY he chose this sleepless city. The lights, the grandeur, the ability to never temper your step, these are all of value to Wrestling Action in Revolt. With this in mind, his genius has developed something so shocking, so indicative of the city for which we love, that it will forever change the industry with absolute, unadulterated, chaos. </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{The Guru pauses for a brief second, still staring down the faceless men before him, as a crowd of drunken gamblers, all standing around the scene at hand, begin to roar with excitement. Meanwhile, also fixating his eyes on the men before him, WAR Owner, Mr. Stallings, is shown cracking a coy smirk upon his face; obviously enjoying the moment at hand in a slightly devious manner.}{/I]</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>[The Guru]:</strong></em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> You six individuals have been chosen to stare down this chaos in hopes of becoming the physical representation of this great city. Bones will break, bodies will falter, sleep will be impossible, but, to carry the banner of Sin City, only the most insane will survive. Tonight, Wrestling Action in Revolt holds true to it’s name and delivers a form of wrestling unseen… one built upon limitless possibilities… </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><em>{The Guru pauses for a second as a nameless aide, also dressed in an executive manner, is shown walking off to the legendary manager’s right; all the while holding a black briefcase in hand.}</em></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>[The Guru]:</strong></em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> I give to you…</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><em>{With a single snap of the briefcase’s locking mechanism, said nameless aide is shown suspending the mysterious case. Seconds later, in a slow, calm manner, the Guru is shown removing a gleaming silver championship from the depths of said container. From there, presenting the title before the faceless few in front of them, Mr. Stallings’ ‘voice’ stares forward in a smirking fashion; holding a newly minted WAR title belt.}</em></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>[The Guru]:</strong></em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> The championship that will change everything… The WAR Sin City Championship…</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><em>{The Guru is shown pausing once again as a number of drunken fans continue to roar with excitement in the background.}</em></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>[The Guru]:</strong></em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> To the winner, your existence will change from here on out. Paranoia will become your ‘best friend’ as THIS championship is always on the line; no matter what time it is… no matter where you are… Anything, and everything, is possible. If you’re unwilling to accept the challenge then simply leave while you still have the chance. For, once you’ve gained the title of Sin City Champion, your life, your health, and your sanity, will never… be… the same… again…</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><em>{A devious smirk forms upon both Mr. Stallings & The Guru’s faces at this point; knowing the magnitude of such a statement. Meanwhile, as the identity of the faceless few before them is still unknown, the sight of a gigantic framed man cracking his knuckles appears to tell the fact that these men are certainly ready for such chaos.}</em></em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><strong>[The Guru]:</strong></em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> … good luck, boys… You’ll certainly need it…</em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em><em>{With that, The Guru is shown handing the Sin City Championship over the head WAR official, Eugene Williams. From there, after a simple nod, Mr. Stallings is shown exiting the scene at hand; followed closely behind by a security entourage that would make the president look as though he’s unprotected. In turn, returning to his employer’s side, the ‘voice of Mr. Stallings’ himself, The Guru, is shown exiting as well; leaving behind a landscape that is BOUND to be gripped with absolute carnage in a matter of seconds.}</em></em></span></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> This is the FIRST I’ve heard of a WAR Sin City Championship! If they can hide something like this, can you imagine the kind of secrecy flowing within Mr. Stallings’ inner circle? I wonder what else we don’t know…</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Going to make a tinfoil hat and start talking about conspiracies are we? </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Raspy Laughter follows}</span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Well folks, it seems as though six-men are about to embark in a journey of absolute chaos. Who will walk out as the FIRST ever Champ? More importantly though, WHAT will be in-store for that, potentially unlucky, champion?</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/4087/warscre.png</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/DAMiaN.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/GenioVerde.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/LeperMessiah.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/PuertoRicanPower.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/RemmySkye-1.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/SnapDragon.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>DAMiaN vs. Genio Verde vs. Leper Messiah vs. Puerto Rican Power vs. Remmy Skye vs. Snap Dragon</strong></span></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">WAR Sin City Championship Match</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Six-way gambling room match</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Taking the title by brute force”</span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Warring within the chaos of a major casino gambling room, these six WAR wrestlers engage in a hectic battle almost straight away. With fists-a-flying from everywhere, bodies being thrown from one side of the room to the other, and nearby spectators coming too close to the action at several points, the overall action feels much more like a drunken bar-brawl than an organized wrestling match. As expected, the vicious pairing of DAMiaN and Leper Messiah is projected as entirely unstoppable; dominating the scene no matter where they stand. At one point, DAMiaN is shown practically crushing Snap Dragon with a forceful Powerslam that eventually lands atop a utilized roulette table. Chips flying, gamblers jumping out of the way in shock, said roulette table ultimately becomes the final resting place (at least within this match) for the flying dragon. </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> In the end, despite their overwhelming power, it was actually ANOTHER bruiting heavyweight that comes away with the championship victory.</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Violently tackling the staggering Genio Verde with his signature “San Juan Rush”, Puerto Rican Power is shown ‘lighting-up’ the much smaller masked flier with such an impact. Sickening as the smaller Verde slams into a nearby gambling table, forced there by PRP’s spear, there is no way that anyone could overcome. In a matter of seconds, Eugene Williams is shown catching the pinfall attempt and administering a standard three count in favor of the new Sin City Champion. </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Winner:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Puerto Rican Power via pinfall</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Maneuver:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “San Juan Rush” (Spear)</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Time:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 10:01</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Note:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Puerto Rican Power is the NEW (and first) WAR Sin City Champion!!</span></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Puerto Rican Power has just muscled his way into being the FIRST-EVER WAR Sin City Champion!! </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> He’s a lucky, lucky, fool. You HAVE to know that DAMiaN and the Leper Messiah will be coming for him!! With a 24/7 rule to the belt, he’s practically going to be haunted until the day he can’t run anymore.</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> DAMiaN and Leper Messiah aren’t much for rules anyways. They would come at him, if they felt so, regardless of when the title would be on the line. Plus, Power has already shown that he’s unafraid of those two. Hell, since the inception of WAR, he’s held nothing back when it comes to standing toe-to-toe with those monsters. If ANYONE is going to stand-down the behemoths… It’s our Sin City Champion, Puerto Rican Power!!</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/PuertoRicanPower.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/StevenParker.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Post-match backstage beatdown</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Involved: Puerto Rican Power © and Steven Parker</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Taking advantage of the rules”</span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{As his hands first grace the newfound WAR Sin City Championship, Puerto Rican Power is barely able to relish in the moment. Seconds later, as the massively framed brawler is shown staggering through the gambling room of the Empire Hotel & Casino, dodging camera flashes and congratulatory shouts, the impressive champion is quickly engaged in a sneak-attack by the previously unseen Canadian-loyalist, Steven Parker.}</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> {‘Swinging for the fences’ straight away, attempting to overrun the much larger champion in the process, Parker is shown laying into Puerto Rican Power with everything he’s got. While the brutish Power is able to eventually even-the-score to a degree, it’s obvious that he’s not 100% to say the least. Staggering, catching his breath at points, even checking his forehead for blood, the recently crowned Sin City Champion has already been challenged under the 24/7 rule; not even a minute after being declared the champ himself.}</span></em></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I guess this is the way in which the Sin City Championship will be defended; at all times, against anyone, anywhere. Puerto Rican Power may have just come away with a HUGE victory but even that won’t grant him a few minutes of peace. </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> There’s no down-time for the Sin City Champion; that’s for sure. We’ll see if this big overgrown guerilla can keep the strap now that he’s having to fight AGAIN. </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We could have a new champion a matter of a few minutes after our FIRST champion was crowned… crazy…</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/4087/warscre.png</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/PuertoRicanPower.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Versus/VS.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/StevenParker-1.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Puerto Rican Power © vs. Steven Parker</strong></span></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">WAR Sin City Championship Match</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Impromptu Singles Match</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “By any means necessary”</span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> After being blindsided by an eager Steven Parker, Puerto Rican Power is initially seen reeling as he attempts to overcome the vicious wave at hand. Whipping the much larger Power into nearby cement walls, the young Canadian-patriot is shown using the unforgiving confines of a backstage loading dock in which to inflict as much punishment as possible. In the end though, even as Puerto Rican Power appeared to be on the verge of collapse, the newfound Sin City Champion ultimately finds a gigantic 2nd wind. Roaring like a vengeful predator, seconds after licking his own wounds theoretically, Power is shown exploding in a sense of fury that rivals the best fighters of our era. Throwing haymaker punches like there is no tomorrow, utilizing his overwhelming power to his advantage, the Puerto Rican-patriot is eventually shown steamrolling Steven Parker in the SAME manner previously done to Genio Verde minutes before. With an explosive rush, the Sin City Champion is shown ‘lighting-up’ the smaller Parker with a gigantic “San Juan Rush” which comes to a halt upon the cold cement of the floor below. Within seconds, Eugene Williams, still present due to the previous match, is able to signify a close to the impromptu backstage match-up with a standard three count upon the very same unforgiving concrete that eventually subdued the eager challenger.</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Winner:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Puerto Rican Power via pinfall</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Maneuver:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “San Juan Rush” (Spear)</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Time:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 6:20</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Note:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> This marks Puerto Rican Power’s 1st successful title defense of the Sin City Championship!</span></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> After being the Sin City Champ for a matter of a few minutes, Puerto Rican Power has ALREADY seen the ugly side of carrying the coveted strap. Steven Parker THOUGHT he had what it took, he even rushed him from behind in hopes of capitalizing on Power’s diminished health, but, in the end, the Canadian-nationalist was unable to subdue the “Beast”!</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It won’t be long… Puerto Rican Power will fall. You can have all the muscles in the world BUT, eventually, the constant strain of challengers will wear him down… Just in time for DAMiaN to swoop in and take the gold!</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It’s entirely possible… I can’t lie…</span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/JamesPrudence.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/ShawnGonzalez.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Nemesis-1.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em> </em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Dueling Promos</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Involved: James Prudence, Shawn Gonzalez, and the WAR General Nemesis</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Respect will be mine!”</span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{We return from a short promotional break, one that’s sole purpose is to stimulate further ppv buys, in which to witness a momentous wave of boos overtaking the Empire Coliseum. After further review, it’s obvious to see WHY such a response is present: “Platinum” James Prudence is present within the ring. Holding a microphone in hand, looking out upon the crowd with a stern nature to his stance, a stark contrast to his typical snarky persona, the surging youngster is shown wasting no time as he slowly raises said microphone to his mouth; speaking out in a way that gives us better understanding behind his newfound hatred of Shawn Gonzalez.}</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[James Prudence]:</strong></span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> For weeks now, I’ve been warring with a man that many of you claim to be an ICON. Just because he was relevant at one time, in a garbage organization, you feel as though he’s deserving of such a status. </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Shakes his head}</span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> To me, Shawn Gonzalez is no “Lone Wolf”. He’s no revolutionary. He’s NO… ICON. He’s just another punk who happened to fool you IDIOTS into loving him. </span></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses}{/I] What is there to love? His 90’s bandana? His inability to do anything but look clueless in the ring? Or is it the supposed ‘silent but deadly’ bull that Vilbert tried to shove down your throats like a politician before a damn prostitute? </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses; shakes his head}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’m sick of this… I’m sick of being pushed aside for talentless a$$-holes like Shawn Gonzalez. I have more talent in my pinky than that punk has in his entire body… Yet, you boo me? You throw trash at me? You… LAUGH…at me… No more… No… More… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You want to know why I’ve targeted Gonzalez; Why I’ve made it my GOAL to euthanize the ‘Lone Wolf’? </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd boos as Prudence looks out upon them; pausing in which to add further grandeur.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[James Prudence]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … If you’re not going to open your eyes, if you’re going to continue to boo me, continue to push me aside for talentless HACKS like Gonzalez, then I’m going to force YOU to respect me by destroying the very man you place on such high esteem. </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd boos loudly as Prudence pauses yet again}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[James Prudence]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> If I’ve learned ANTYHING in this industry, it’s that you MUST take what is yours. No one is going to hand you anything. I was looked at as a laughing stock, a damn California fool, until I took my career by the horns and beat the dead-weight off of me. Donnie J was holding me back, keeping me in the same place for almost a decade, and I couldn’t have that any longer. I’m destined for greatness… GREATNESS…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd boos once again as James Prudence appears to be losing his cool a little.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[James Prudence]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> So, from here on out, YOU will either praise me on your own free will… OR… I’ll force you to do so by putting the “Lone Wolf” out… for good. Before it’s all said and done, before the dust has cleared, I will see to it that I GET the respect that’s due to me… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses; looks into the camera lens with a sense of frustration}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … and I’ll get it… by ending… Shawn Gonzalez’s career…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd boos once again in a loud response to Prudence’s statement. Luckily for them though, seconds later, their momentous booing would come to a close thanks to the triumphant sound of Shawn Gonzalez’s familiar hard-rock DaVE theme}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/ShawnGonzalez.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>He’s heard enough</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Storming the ringside area in a heavy-footed sense of anger, the “Lone Wolf” wastes no time entering the ring in which to stare-down his loud-mouthed foe. Face to face, nose to nose, eyes locked on one another, these two heated rivals look as though they are on the verge of exploding into a full-on brawl. That said, before anything can really happen, outside of Prudence continuing to jaw-jack with his rival as Gonzalez stares him down in a feverish fashion, the brutish rock-theme of the WAR General is heard overtaking the familiar song of his former DaVE brethren.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Nemesis-1.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>The General intervenes</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Slowly walking through the “Gates of WAR”, Nemesis stands atop the steel rampway with a black WAR microphone already in hand. Dressed in a neatly tailored suit, one that still looks rather awkward on him, Nemesis briefly adjusts his tie before bringing the microphone up in which to address the matter. As his music dies off in the background, hiding behind the husky, raspy, tone of his roaring voice, both Prudence and Gonzalez don’t appear to care that he’s present. Instead, they continue to stare one another down in a ‘cold-war’ kind of mentality.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’m not one to get in between two lookin’ to beat the living hell out of one another. Doing so would make me a hypocrite after so many years of doing the very same thing on your end. That said, I’ve come out here to give you exactly what you both want… each-other… in a match… HERE… tonight. </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd erupts as Nemesis projects a slight snarl upon his rugged face. Meanwhile, Gonzalez and Prudence are still locked within a heated stare-down.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I don’t care if it’s respect that you want, glory that you’re pushing for, or just a good ole’ fashion fist fight to subdue the beast within, all I care about is that you two stop tip-toeing around and grow a damn pair… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Smirks devilishly}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Tonight, you two will get that chance… however… It won’t be entirely… comfortable… for the both of you…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{With that, Prudence and Gonzalez equally break their focus form one another in which to stare upon Nemesis in a collectively stern stare.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We’ve already seen Prudence/Gonzalez; twice now actually. Tonight, if you two want to tear into one another, you’re goin’ to have to do so with a partner at your side… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Smirks again}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">Neither of you seem to play nice with others but, if you want another crack at each-other, then you better bury that hatchet for now…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The WAR fan-base pops as Nemesis continues to smirk in a devilish fashion. Meanwhile, Gonzalez and Prudence break from one another for a second; Prudence is obviously unhappy about having to team with another as Gonzalez continues to stand in his silent fashion.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> James Prudence… The man they call… “Platinum”. If you want another shot at ‘respect’, as you say, then you’re going to have to team with someone you know all too well… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses; smirks}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> For one night only, we will return to the past… the past you HATE so much. Here, tonight, in that very ring, we will witness the return of… “The FLY… BOYS”!!!</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/JamesPrudence.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/DonnieJ.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Reuniting for one night only</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd pops as James Prudence has a ‘freak out moment’ while stomping like a difficult 10 year old being told ‘no’. Meanwhile, as Prudence has his little hissy fit off microphone, Shawn Gonzalez continues to remain in silence; watching him from afar as he’s always on guard.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We’ll see if you have a little magic left in that pairing of yours… If not, then you’re about to drop another loss to the “Lone Wolf”…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Nemesis pauses as he continues to smirk devilishly. Meanwhile, Prudence is still having a hissy fit within the ring.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> As for you Shawn… After years of warring along-side, with, and against, you… I’ve come to realize the one thing that you hate most… Other people… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You’d rather do it yourself, right? Well, tonight, in that very ring, if you want to silence the snot-nosed-punk before you then you’ll have to dig deep down, silence that voice in your head, and ACTUALLY trust another…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Shawn Gonzalez slowly shakes his head ‘no’ as the rest of his face stays rather calm.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … Just to add a little salt to the wound… Your partner is someone you know NOTHING about. He’s an unknown to us all really. </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Up next, you’ll be teaming with my most recent signing, the INTERNATIONALY KNOWN flier… American… ELEMENTAL!!!</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/ShawnGonzalez.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/AmericanElemental.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>A pairing of unknowns</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd pops lightly, not really knowing much about the masked man yet, but, as you can expect, Shawn’s response is much less favorable. While he doesn’t break down in a hissy fit like his counterpart, he certainly doesn’t look happy about the announcement.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> May the best… TEAM… win…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{With that, the WAR General’s theme music is heard once again. While his appearance was rather short, Nemesis has done enough in which to enrage both Prudence and Gonzalez; a fact made quite evident by their annoyed demeanors. In the end, as the WAR General slowly shuffles his way through the “Gates of WAR”, both men prepare for the ONE thing they both don’t want… all in the chance of warring with one another… yet again.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Oh… my… Good Lord… “The Fly Boys”?? Shawn Gonzalez has to team with someone who knows NOTHING about; let alone someone in general?? </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Laughs}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> This is bound to get interesting…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Another example that Nemesis knows NOTHING about leading men. Why the HELL would he throw the dead-weight back on someone as GREAT as James Prudence? This man should be praised, should be held on the highest pedestal, and YET… the supposed WAR General does the exact opposite. This is ridiculous…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I guess, if they want to get their hands on each-other yet again, they’re going to have to be a little uncomfortable to get there…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/DonnieJ.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/JamesPrudence.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Versus/VS.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/AmericanElemental-1.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/ShawnGonzalez.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>The Fly Boys vs. American Elemental & Shawn Gonzalez</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">Tag Team Match</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Closed windows; open doors”</span></em></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Despite becoming rivals recently, a fact predicated by Prudence’s unwillingness to ‘carry’ Donnie J any longer, the one-night-only resurgence of the “Fly Boys” actually meld well once again. Are they perfect? No. There are a number of lingering stares, a random push or two, all with the notion of obvious tension, but overall the two actually function rather well with one another. On the other side, Gonzalez/American Elemental don’t have the same vibe. Without speaking to one another, a fact due to Gonzalez’ inability to speak with ANYONE let alone a newcomer, the combination bodes rather well; utilizing Gonzalez stoic onslaught and American Elemental’s incessant aerial bombardment as their tools of greatness. In the end; however, it’s the ultimate unraveling of the “Fly Boys” that eventually give way to a Shawn Gonzalez/American Elemental victory.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It appeared as though the “Fly Boys” were functioning much like their former-selves, completing a high-impact double-team front-face Suplex upon a staggered American Elemental; however, seconds later, in an act that defines Prudence at this point in his career, the “Platinum Player” is shown flooring his partner with an unexpected DDT. </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Lying in pain, Prudence is shown spitting upon his fallen partner as he slowly walks off the scene. Seconds later, as the “Platinum Player” watches from a slow back-peddle up the steel rampway, American Elemental is shown coming to his senses in time to cover the wincing Donnie J. While he struggles to regain his composure, there is little that Donnie J can do to overcome.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Winner:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Shawn Gonzalez and American Elemental via pinfall</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Maneuver:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> James Prudence’s DDT upon Donnie J (attacking his own partner)</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Time:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 8:13</span></em></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I thought the “Fly Boys” had it. I know they aren’t friends anymore, far from it, but it seemed like they were functioning rather well for being FORMER partners. In the end though, their team couldn’t survive James Prudence’s gigantic ego…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Meh… Prudence doesn’t NEED the “Fly Boys” anymore; he’s too GOOD to be a tag team wrestler. Donnie J on the other hand… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Raspy Laughter}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> That man can’t wrestle his way out of a paper-bag! If anything, Prudence just did him a favor in showing him exactly that once again…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Well, it’s that very logic that gave “The Lone Wolf” and American Elemental the victory. Could the “Fly Boys” still exist as a great tag team? We saw tonight that it’s entirely possible. Will they? Not for the foreseeable future… as long as James Prudence continues down this path…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Ashley.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Athena.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/MeggieBeth.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Veronica.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Bikini Contest</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Involved: The WAR Pin-up girls</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Selling Sex”</span></em></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{In a break from the typical intense nature of the WAR brand, the Empire Coliseum is quickly inspired into response as the beautiful WAR Pin-up girls are shown strutting toward the ringside area. Dressed in lengthy satin robes, potentially wearing very little underneath them, these four lovely ladies eventually enter the squared circle; however, not before toying in a sexual manner with the salivating male fan-base.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> {Once in the ring, it’s announced that these beautiful bombshells will be competing in a good old Bikini contest. With this in mind, as one would expect, the crowd responds extremely favorable to the notion of such a sexually-driven scenario. It should come as no shock that alcohol + predominantly male fan-base + bikini contest = euphoria.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> {In the end, after each lady disrobes and a vote is calculated through the crowd’s response, it’s eventually announced that Veronica has been named tonight’s lovely victor. Toying with the crowd some more, as she so masterfully does, a smirking Veronica is shown soaking in the moment as she uses the squared circle as her own platform for raw sexuality. Meanwhile, the rest of the WAR Pin-up girls appear to be somewhat unhappy about the outcome; standing in the background with their arms crossed in a jealous fashion.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Well, that was informative…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Smith adjusts his tie as it’s obvious that he’s a little inspired by what happened in the ring.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Tagged ‘em already… and yes, Veronica is the best at what she does…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Steve Smith shakes his head as Slick Rick cracks a raspy stint of laughter again.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Right, you’ve been with all four of these lovely ladies?</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What can I say? I’m DAMN good when it comes to the brauds…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Dreaming about it doesn’t count.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Nemesis-1.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/TroyTornado.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Backstage tension</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Involved: The WAR General Nemesis and Troy Tornado ©</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Setting the tone”</span></em></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{We transition backstage in which to see the WAR Champion himself, the “Hard-Rock Rebel”, Troy Tornado, lazily strolling through a backstage hallway. With his head c*cked back, his sunglasses reflecting the lights on high, and the ultra-arrogant step to his swagger, Tornado absolutely looks the part as it pertains to being ‘the guy’. None the less, as he continues to stroll down the hallway, lightly nodding to a number of officials as they walk by, the champ ultimately comes to a stop a few feet in front of him.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> {Speaking with an unnamed staffer, the WAR General, Nemesis, slowly spins around, breaking from his conversation, in which to look square upon the company’s top competitor. With an alpha nod, a gesture that replaces a simple ‘hello’, the two exchange in non-verbal pleasantries. That said, as Tornado looks as though he’s moving past the WAR authority, Nemesis speaks up in a way that brings the champ to a slow halt; spinning back around in a lazy fashion in which to continue in conversation.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’d say ‘good luck’… but I know men like you; you don’t need it.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Luck is for leprechauns… </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Pauses}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You’re right… I don’t need that sh*t…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{A collective nod between the two is seen once again. While there’s a level of tension in their exchanges as of late, there is an obvious source of respect between the two as well.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What I said last week hasn’t changed, champ. If you’re going to hold that strap, you’re either going to go down as a LEGEND or burn in a blaze of glory… It’s up to YOU which path you take…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Troy smirks in a devious fashion as a slight chuckle is heard under his breath.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’m starting to think that these little rants are turning into threats... General…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{A devious smirk is shown upon Nemesis’ face in return.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Believe me, Tornado, if I were threatening you… you’d know it…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Nemesis pauses for a brief second in which to allow his dirty smirk to take over.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … I wanna make sure you KNOW what you’re in for. That’s all. </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Tornado’s smirk grows even larger as the ultra-arrogant champion, once again, begins to lazily strut his way past the WAR General.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Gotcha… loud and clear…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Before Tornado can leave though, Nemesis is seen, in the background, speaking out once again.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’ve officially declared your new #1 contender…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Tornado stops in his tracks, smirking into the camera lens as Nemesis is seen in the background, as the champ slowly spins back around again.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’m on pins and needles…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Tornado chuckles to himself seconds before walking off once again.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Nemesis]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> No need to worry tonight, champ… I’m SURE you’ll bump into each other sooner or later…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Troy Tornado]:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> There’s nothing I’d love more…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The scene closes with an up-close image of Troy Tornado walking past the camera lens with a gigantic smirk upon his face. With a heavy-dose of extreme arrogance resonating from his every step, it seems as though Tornado is unafraid of the notion of a new challenger; even if clouded in mystery. In the end, the final image is that of Tornado walking past the lens. Meanwhile, a partly hazed vision of Nemesis, standing far in the background, a ways down the hallway, is shown as he watches Tornado leave the scene.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Is it just me or does there appear to be some tension between the WAR General and WAR Champion?</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> They’re both douche-bags… Put two in the same room and you’re bound to have problems…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I can’t imagine what would happen if YOU were in there too…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I’m not a douche-bag… I’m a motha-f*cka… There’s a BIG difference…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Slick Rick is heard laughing in his typical raspy manner.}</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/JohnnyMartin.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/EricTyler.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/AlexBraun.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/Ares.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/BuddyGarner.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Wrestlers/TroyTornado.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>The Tri-State Kings vs. Ares, Buddy Garner, and Troy Tornado</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">Steel Cage Match</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 3 vs. 3 Match; first pinfall rules</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “Steel Hell”</span></em></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> There is an air of mass chaos as the four-sides of steel is slowly lowered into place. The six-men competing, firmly standing in opposite corners, are only seconds from an epic battle as the devious Tri-State Kings are shown attacking far before the bell has had a chance to ring. As nearby ring technitions do their best to latch the giant steel enclosure into place, the action within the ring is that of a one-sided beat-down as the East Coast loyalists wage in a heavy-handed brawl straight away. While their masterfully-executed plan does well for quite some time, with time it all comes crumbling down as the babyface trio slowly returns to form. Shockingly enough though, the combination of Ares, Tornado ©, and Garner doesn’t prove to be one built upon ‘teamwork’. In a way, it appears as though each one of the three is drastically trying to win the match all themselves. Meanwhile, the Tri-State Kings, while polarizing at best, compete in quite the opposite nature; working as one as they cheap-shot their way back into high momentum at given points of action.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> With time, any sort of ‘plan’ employed by either side is eventually unraveled by the unforgiving confines of steel surrounding the ring. Bodies are thrown, heads slammed, and blood left, all upon the chain-link that attempts to keep the action within. As always though, while the match is often used to keep people out, this altercation ends up using the tightly-wound steel as a weapon of sorts; leaving a number of the competitors bleeding in the process (ie: Alex Braun and Buddy Garner).</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> There are several ebb and flow moments throughout the match, with either side appearing as though they were on the verge of victory; however, in the end, it’s ultimately one man who brings victory his trio’s way.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> After brawling rather heftily for a matter of a few minutes, Eric Tyler and Buddy Garner have found themselves on the ‘center-stage’ as a number of the other competitors are attempting to recover upon the canvas. Wildly punching, Tyler looks as though he’s hell-bent on physically subduing the former MMA star; however, in his depleted stupor, it’s easy to forget that Garner is geared for this kind of battle.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> With a wayward swing, Garner latches the “Traditionalist” from behind with what appears to be an attempt at a belly-to-back Suplex. Tyler fights it off with every inch of his body; however, after being shoved into the steel cage wall before him, Eric Tyler’s body becomes much more limp with a stagger. Slowly shuffling back, holding his forehead in pain, Tyler’s eyes widen up once again as Garner incessantly grabs him from behind once again… Taking him over the top and dropping him square upon the back of his head with a Belly-to-Back Suplex.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> While the move may not end a normal match, after 20+ minutes of straight unforgiving action, said Suplex is certainly enough to keep Tyler’s shoulders upon the mat. Also, without anyone to break the pinfall attempt, Alex Braun being one that is deterred in route to the pinfall by a flashy closeline from the WAR Champion, Troy Tornado, ultimately Garner is able to pick-up the victory for his war-torn trio.</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Winner:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Ares, Buddy Garner, and Troy Tornado © via pinfall</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Maneuver:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Belly-to-Back Suplex from Garner upon Tyler</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ending Time:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 23:27</span></em></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em> </em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> GARNER!!! GARNER!!</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> f*cking ridiculous…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> The Tri-State Kings did EVERYTHING they could to win… BUT … it was NO match for “The Machine” himself! Buddy Garner, bloodied from head-to-toe, is the man who ultimately drops “The Traditionalist” on his head; bringing about an end to this heinous match-up! Wow-o-wow!! What a match!</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> This is CRAP!! WHO do you think you are Garner; dropping a LEGEND on his head like that?</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You can be mad ALL you want, Slick, but even YOU have to understand the magnitude of this win! Three men, none of them seeming as though they trust the other, have somehow overcome the deadly onslaught of the infamous Tri-State Kings. Maybe, just maybe, their reign has ended shortly after it just started…</span></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> NEVER! </span></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Shakes his head; snarling}{/I] They will rise again… there’s no doubt in my mind… They WILL… rise… again…</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:right;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/Ares.jpg</span><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Angles/TroyTornado.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Post-match attack</strong></span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Involved: Ares and Troy Tornado ©</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> “The GOD of WAR takes his thrown”</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{With the rabid WAR fan-base roaring with approval, the scene within the steel-laced squared circle certainly projects a different tone; one indicative of a car-crash mentality. Bodies lying every which way, blood found on various parts of the canvas, and WAR officials desperately attempting to get inside in which to check on the fallen, all with the image that this previous steel cage match, all 23+ minutes of it, was something that may have negatively affected these 6 for the long haul.}</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> {None the less, as WAR Champion, Troy Tornado, is shown attempting to help Buddy Garner to his feet, extending his right hand in the process, it comes as quite a shock when fellow trio partner, Ares, aggressively floors the unsuspecting champion from behind. With a speedy closeline to the back of Tornado’s head, the “GOD of WAR” ultimately stands over his fallen victim with a look of extreme confidence upon his face; much like this decision was not spur of the moment.}</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[steve Smith]:</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What the HELL was that?</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{The crowd is heard responding to the strike in a confused fashion; as we all are. A true mixed view upon the attack quickly overtakes the Empire Coliseum as no one was expecting such a strike.}</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[steve Smith]:</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I thought these two were ‘good’ with one another? If anything, knowing they had the SAME enemies, I thought they could at least coincide. What the HELL has just gotten into Ares?</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[slick Rick]:</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Gold has gotten into Ares…</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Garner, looking up at Ares, shakes his head for a brief second before leaving the scenario at hand; ultimately not raising a finger to help Tornado in the process. Meanwhile, as this week’s PPV episode of “Battleground” comes to a close, were granted the image of the shocking “GOD of WAR” standing in a stoic, yet energized, fashion above the fallen WAR Champion, Troy Tornado. Meanwhile, watching all of this from the comforts of the steel ramp-way, the Tri-State Kings are shown back-peddling in which to watch the action; seemingly just as confused as everyone else is at that point.}</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> {In the end, the final image is that of the “GOD of WAR”, again, knocking Troy Tornado to the canvas with an explosive leaping Superkick square to the ascending champion’s jaw. Upon impact, Tornado’s body goes completely limp; crashing in a heap, once again, upon the canvas. Meanwhile, after careful zoom in, it’s shown that Ares is still roaring with raw energy; most likely influenced greatly by the iconic, yet shocking, moment at hand.}</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What does this mean?? Why did Ares attack Troy… </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">{Steve Smith trails off for a second; coming to realize what this all meant in real-time.}</span></em></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Oh… my… GOD… Ares is the new #1 contender that Nemesis was talking about! The WAR General has given the “GOD of WAR” the next crack at the WAR Championship. That HAS to be it!</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Slick Rick:</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Ares? Really Nemesis? Ares? You’re going to throw a man in there who has been on more of a losing streak than anything into a Championship opportunity? I thought you were but now I KNOW that you’re f*cking stupid…</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Steve Smith:</strong></span></em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> This is crazy folks… absolutely crazy!! Make sure to order “Battleground” next week as I’m sure there’s bound to be a fallout from Ares’ actions! Good night!!</span></em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/PPV/WAR.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><em><em><em> </em></em></em></div></div></div><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/Closing.jpg</span></div><p></p>

[Timber]

Great stuff as usual. If i ever do a Dynasty i'm gonna steal your format <img alt="" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />

[Eisen-verse]

http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Logos/Professor.jpg

Event:

WAR: "Battleground" - PPV Episode #3

Company:

Wrestling Action in Revolt (WAR)

Attendance:

8, 270 out of 10,000 at the Empire Coliseum (Located in the Empire Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas, NV)

PPV Buyrate:

0.07 (- 0.01)

Event Grade:

C

 

• The Tri-State Kings employ 'mind games' upon Ares w/ Goddess Emily, Buddy Garner, and WAR Champion, Troy Tornado. ©
  
  
• Fox Mask defeated Cletus via count-out. (D+)
  
  
• Steve Flash is announced as Eric Tyler's stand-in for his infamous "Wrestling Lesson" open challenge. In connection, Ash Campbell decides to accept the challenge for a 2nd week in a row. ©
  
  
• Steve Flash defeated Ash Campbell via pinfall. (D)
  
  
• J.K. Stallings Jr. introduces the newfound WAR Sin City Championship with the help of his 'voice', The Guru. While the competitors are unseen at this point, it's shown over their shoulder as if to know that they ARE speaking to those within the dreaded six-way championship match. ©
  
  
• Puerto Rican Power wins the WAR Sin City Championship via pinfall; defeating DAMiaN, Leper Messiah, Genio Verde, Snap Dragon, and Remmy Skye. (D)
  
  
• Steven Parker takes advantage of the 24/7 rule for the WAR Sin City Championship; attacking Puerto Rican Power from behind. (D-)
  
  
• Puerto Rican Power defeated Steven Parker via pinfall; retaining the WAR Sin City Championship. (C-)
  
  
• James Prudence claims he will force others to respect him by ending Shawn Gonzalez career. In the end, after Gonzalez comes out to confront him, the WAR General, Nemesis, books their upcoming altercation as a tag match; pitting the Fly Boys back together for one night only (despite their obvious rivalry) and the pairing of Shawn Gonzalez and the unknown international juggernaut, American Elemental. ©
  
  
• American Elemental and Shawn Gonzalez defeated the Fly Boys via pinfall as James Prudence walks out on Donnie J. (D)
  
  
• James Prudence defeated Shawn Gonzalez via a flash-pinfall. ©
  
  
• Veronica wins a bikini contest against the 3 other WAR Pin-up girls. ©
  
  
• A backstage conversation between WAR General, Nemesis, and the WAR Champion, Troy Tornado, furthers the notion that there is a sense of tension rising between the two. In the end, it's made known that Nemesis has named a new #1 contender to Tornado's championship. While the name is not given, it's implied that they would most likely 'run into each other' sooner than later. (B-)
  
  
• The threesome of Ares, Buddy Garner, and Troy Tornado defeated the Tri-State Kings via pinfall in a Steel Cage Match. ©
  
  
• Ares shockingly assaults Troy Tornado from behind, within the cage, following the match for which they were partners. While it isn't addressed, there are many who believe him to be the new #1 contender that Nemesis said to have mysteriously named earlier in the night. (C+)
  
  

[Eisen-verse]

Thanks for staying on-board, Timber!

Great stuff as usual. If i ever do a Dynasty i'm gonna steal your format

 

Go for it! I find this layout to be my favorite thus far. It lays everything out in an easy to read manner while also being visually pleasing. If you're much like me, separating shows from results (and posting the grades in a later post) is the best way to go as it makes the stories/characters/moments stand on their own (giving the grade reaction afterward).

 

Wooo!

 

It's great that you are gonna make Dusty Bin a star. You rock.

 

I can't say that I'll be employing Dusty Bin anytime soon; unless he somehow becomes useful in any form. ha.

 

The figure I was talking about, my WAR pet project, is set to quasi-debut on the next PPV episode of "Battleground". I'm kicking around how he'll ultimately be introduced; however, I think he'll somehow have his presence known (even in a small, subtle, way) in the next show.

[Emark]

E-V, another top notch show. Sorry I missed predicting but the holidays tend to keep me off the grid for extended periods of time but i'm caught up again.

[Eisen-verse]

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Emark" data-cite="Emark" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>E-V, another top notch show. Sorry I missed predicting but the holidays tend to keep me off the grid for extended periods of time but i'm caught up again. <img alt=":o" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/redface.png.900245280682ef18c5d82399a93c5827.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">No worries, Emark! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> It did the same to me as well. That said, I'm glad you enjoyed the show! It took a lot to put together, mostly due to time constraints, so it's nice to know that it came out well. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> From here, I have two short backstory posts that are on the way in which to tell of the fallout of episode #3 of "Battleground". A LOT has happened backstage, and I'll need these posts to shell out what happened. Also, one of them will touch upon the rise of one of WAR's heated rivals. </span></p>

[Eisen-verse]

<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Documentary/Stallings.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

</div></div></div></div></div><p><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Documentary/record1.jpg</span></p><div style="text-align:right;"><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>4th Week of March, 2010</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>... Playing tough; kind of ...</em></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>We open our scene once again with a frantic attempt to manually press the play button from the shaking hand of our novice documentarian. Roaring with absolute excitement, almost one of a devilish mentality, said documentarian employs his best ‘paparazzi’ impression while speeding through an undisclosed backstage hallway. Weaving in-and-out of various WAR figures, the shaky-cam almost slams square into the chest of the monstrous Larry Wood (Cletus)as he staggers toward a nearby, slightly cracked, doorway. </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>

Attempting to focus within the room, the scenario eventually comes into view as we all witness the sight of J.K. Stallings Jr. seated behind a towering black executive desk. </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>

With a look of great annoyance upon his face, the resurgent billionaire appears to be in the middle of something quite stressful in nature. None the less, as the camera man slowly pans out slightly more, catching a corner of the door in the process, we now witness the fact that Eknath Dutta and John Campbell are also present. </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em> </em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>

All seated around the room, this menacing scenario appears to be a authority meaning of sorts.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Documentary/Eknath.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> We can’t keep on giving Tornado a free pass like this, boss… the ‘boys’ are starting to get the wrong idea.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>J.K. remains in silence as he looks over a few unknown documents on his desk.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i1198.photobucket.com/albums/aa445/WAR_Vegas/Documentary/Campbell.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[John Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Is it true? Did 5 people test positive tonight?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Without speaking, Stallings slowly nods his head; still looking over said documents. Upon seeing his response, John Campbell shown snickering to himself.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[John Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Damn… That may have flown in the 90’s but these days? </span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>{Shakes his head; laughing to himself}</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> This industry is all too ‘PC’ to survive something like that. </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I think it’s safe to say that we have a problem…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Stallings continues to remain in silence. While his body language tells of a man whose entirely annoyed, his lack of vocalizing such brings about an uncomfortable vibe.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What do you plan on doing with… well… all of them?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Give them all a ‘stern warning’ that this kind of behavior isn’t acceptable. </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> All of them?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> No. Fire Remmy Skye.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>A look of shock forms upon Eknath Dutta’s face as it’s obvious he’s been blown-back by such a statement. In connection, John Campbell is shown slightly perking up in his seat that much more. In John Campbell’ case though, it’s more of a ‘what did I just hear?” versus the underlying frustration that seems to be forming with Stallings’ right hand man, Eknath Dutta.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Sir… </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> He’s on the way out anyways. </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Eknath Dutta looks shocked that much more.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> He signed a deal with Cornell last week…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Were you planning on telling me this?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Stallings continues to look upon the papers before him. Meanwhile, projecting a sense of silence that makes Eknath Dutta feel as though he’s out of the loop for whatever reason.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> No need to. He’s leaving. He wants to walk out on us? We’ll fire him first. </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>An air of obvious tension seems to radiate from the room. In connection though, John Campbell is heard actually laughing in return.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[John Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Cold… damn cold… but I like it…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> What about Tornado? Veronica? These two are repeat offenders…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Another brief stint of silence follows as it’s obvious that Stallings is thinking to himself as he reads. Then, in a slow, methodical, tone, the WAR owner begins to speak one again.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Put the fear of Stallings in her…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>The slight change of one word within that sentence, that being Stallings versus GOD, starts to shed light on the growing problem within J.K.’s head.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> … and Tornado?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Eknath Dutta pries as he looks upon him in a sense of wonder.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You know his status…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Eknath Dutta seems to grow that much more frustrated by such a response.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> With all due respect sir, you can’t be serious…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Stallings nods his head as he continues to read.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> You are not to speak with Rennie [Troy Tornado]. That is not in your job description…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>A slow shake upon Eknath’s head is shown projected as it’s obvious that he’s unhappy.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Is there a problem, Eknath?</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Eknath Dutta slowly swallows his frustration, tempering the shaking of his head, as Stallings slowly looks up upon him; his eyes set slightly above the black frame of his glasses.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[Eknath Dutta]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> No sir…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Good. </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[John Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> That veronica chick is going to go postal soon, boss. Last time we spoke with her, I thought she was going to pull the diva card. That b*tch is crazy.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>John Campbell snickers to himself in a raspy fashion once again.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> She won’t be an issue…</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[John Campbell]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I don’t know, boss… </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>Again, John Campbell snickers to himself.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>[J.K. Stallings Jr.]:</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> She speaks up, she’ll be gone. Women like her are a dime-a-dozen here in Sin City. We’ll find another ‘jane’ at the clubs to fill her shoes.</span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>With that, the scenario comes to a close as the documentarian quickly closes his filming shortly after being discovered by Eknath Dutta. The shocking thing is, while he DOES notice the camera lens, the legendary manager does nothing to alert the WAR owner. Almost in a way of getting back at Stallings, Eknath Dutta does nothing to tip anyone off to such; bringing a potential PR firestorm to their feet if the word got out.</em></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

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[Timber]

<p>That's some rough stuff. All the drugs in Sin City, not that it's all that odd but you've got a motley crew there. Somehow i'm thinking that WAR will rise or fall with Troy. Him getting a pass on all that stuff is gonna really come home to roost for you.</p><p> </p><p>

Poor Remy, I like the guy but he gets the hard exit. Looks like you'll have to hit the BSC roster for more hot chicks. Not a bad thing really.</p><p> </p><p>

Are you planning on making a WAR woman's division? Just curious if there's enough hardcore chicks to make one worthwhile.</p>

[Eisen-verse]

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Timber" data-cite="Timber" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>That's some rough stuff. All the drugs in Sin City, not that it's all that odd but you've got a motley crew there. Somehow i'm thinking that WAR will rise or fall with Troy. Him getting a pass on all that stuff is gonna really come home to roost for you.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">WAR is entirely in the hand of Troy Tornado. If he succeeds, and can somehow stay out of the trouble he's gained recently, then there's a chance WAR can succeed. In turn, if he allows his 'demons' to take over, there's a good chance that we'll suffer a very public scandal. It should come as no shock that Stallings is giving Rennie [Troy Tornado] an easy road. While others are being dealt with in a more harsh manner if they test positive, he continues to get the 'fatherly approach' or nothing at all really. More or less, he's the pampered star in WAR. In most cases, it's the pampered star that either builds or buries a promotion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> In the end, I wouldn't have it any other way. I've created WAR as chaos both in the ring and in the back. The way I see it, Sin City is a place where people are bound to get themselves in trouble. Plus, with Stallings being so hell-bent on revenge, he's willing to overlook somethings in which to get there. Will he for everyone? Nope! As we saw with Skye, and possibly Veronica, there's a point for which Stallings ultimately weights what's best (sending a message in the end).</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Timber" data-cite="Timber" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Poor Remy, I like the guy but he gets the hard exit. Looks like you'll have to hit the BSC roster for more hot chicks. Not a bad thing really.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">I love Remmy as well; however, he recently signed with TCW and will be leaving really soon. So, when coupled with the fact that he tested positive, Stallings felt it would be better to fire him and send a message (to the roster and he as well) than keep him around for even another week. Is it somewhat petty? Oh god yea. That's Stallings though. </span></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Timber" data-cite="Timber" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Are you planning on making a WAR woman's division? Just curious if there's enough hardcore chicks to make one worthwhile.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">I've kicked around the idea but I'm not sure if It will ever come to pass. As you'll see in future stories, BSC is certainly on Stallings' radar. That said, I'm not sure if there are enough over female wrestlers out there to keep a full division alive? I mean, WAR is more of a 'attitude-like' popularity-based company than a hardcore company. More or less, I would need enough over workers, possibly some people leaving USPW, in which to make it work. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> It may STILL be in the works but some things would have to come together in which to make it work.</span></p>

[ampulator]

<p>I don't think Stallings has to send a message to everyone. If you are small fry and are expendable, expect the worse punishment possible, because you will only hurt, not help, with your behavior. </p><p> </p><p>

There's a reason why Tornado is receiving preferential treatment-he's the star of WAR, and for good reason. It's not like WAR has anyone else to carry the promotion... if Stallings did, or at least thought Tornado was expendable, what do you think he would do?</p>

[Eisen-verse]

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="ampulator" data-cite="ampulator" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="32420" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>I don't think Stallings has to send a message to everyone. If you are small fry and are expendable, expect the worse punishment possible, because you will only hurt, not help, with your behavior. <p> </p><p> There's a reason why Tornado is receiving preferential treatment-he's the star of WAR, and for good reason.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';">Spot on. You see it with real-world companies, spots franchises, and even in the work place, the supposed 'best of the best', named that for whatever reason, are often treated differently than the rest. There may be a great up-and-coming wrestler in the ranks but, if they aren't 'in' with the crowd, then there's a good chance they will be treated much more harshly (ie: Jericho in WCW). </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode';"> Troy Tornado is, as we've all stated, 'the guy'. WAR's success resides squarely upon his shoulders and, possibly, that's why he's gained some bad habits as of late (outside of gaining major money, power, and an area for which bad habits are always developed). Will it blow up in my face? There's a good chance of it. That said, it's more about the wider story than just making everything 'carbon copy great for me in-game'. To be honest, if there were no drama, I would be quite bored by now. ha.</span></p>

[Eisen-verse]

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4th Week of February, 2010

... The rise of TCW ...

 

Shortly after awkwardly pressing the ‘record’ button on high, atop the low-budget camera before him, our fearless documentarian is shown seated in an eager fashion. Practically exuding raw energy, the kind that often comes with a juicy secret of sorts, the novice story-teller seems as if he’s seconds before a big-breaking-moment. None the less, as he resides upon the very edge of his seat, in no way defying stereotype, the focused newfound journalist quickly dives into the scenario at hand; all within the comforts of his WAR-purchased hotel room.

 

[Documentarian]:

To say that utter chaos has found it’s way to WAR is quite an understatement. Between the copious amounts of wrestling talent testing positive for illegal drugs, obvious tension within the ranks, and the new research presented about TCW, there certainly is an air of insanity running rather deep within.

 

The documentarian takes a short break in which to reach down for a collection of loose papers located at his feet. Shuffling them gently, then showing them to the camera lens before him, the energized journalist begins to speak in a manner that can only be describe as one relaying uncomfortable information; knowing it’s needed.

 

[Documentarian]:

While I’ve documented the previous notions, it is THIS astounding bit of information that will ultimately change the course of WAR for quite some time. In a new research article, one based upon a slew of market numbers, it’s now become apparent that TCW has become the second international brand in world-wide professional wrestling. Previously, that thrown was held by the juggernaut that is the Eisen, SWF, empire; however, now, market analysts have found that Cornell’s TCW has now climbed shortly behind their heels; all residing on an international scale.

 

As expected, this brings about MUCH difficulty for a man whose sole goal, it seems, is the dreaded disease of

revenge

. Truthfully, how can Mr. Stallings ever expect to compete with such a surging powerhouse? While the ugliness of

revenge

can take you far, it won’t grant you an international scale without having such tools for success. At this point, it may take many years, if not decades, for the resurgent billionaire to EVER catch-up to the “Big Two”. Hell, at this point, it’s safe to say that Stallings doesn’t even have a firm grip upon 4th place in American Pro Wrestling. SWF, TCW, and USPW, are all trumping WAR at every turn. That said, at this point, there are contenders like CZCW that are certainly nipping at their heels.

 

Is it fair to judge a company like WAR to the already established entities like TCW, SWF, and USPW? Probably not. However, in an industry built around popularity, one has to wonder if Stallings’ Empire will have enough ‘top stars’ to simply stay relevant…. Especially now that Cornell has gone on a hiring spree as of late.

 

Nodding his head in a matter of fact fashion, the documentarian continues to relay the current landscape as we’ve come to find it. No longer is there a clear-cut hierarchy in #1 and #2. Now, with the rise of TCW, there’s a ‘top-down’ kind of scenario where companies like USPW, WAR, and CZCW, could ultimately hurt due to the ‘top two’s’ great success.

 

[Documentarian]:

Since the news of their rise became apparent, Tommy Cornell has sought out a number of industry performers in which to add further depth. In no way were they hurting for talent but it seems as though the TCW brass are gearing up for an all-out struggle with their long-time rivals in SWF. Thus far, after reviewing the ‘dirt sheets’, it appears as though these are the men who have joined TCW since the company’s recent rise to international fame.

 

Holding a basic piece of printer paper before the camera lens, a short list of names appear under the title of new roster additions. With that said, after the camera finally focuses in, here are the names that are present upon said sheet.

 

TCW Roster Additions

Carl Batch

Eugene Williams*

Kashmir Singh

Remmy Skye*

Sean McFly

Steven Parker*

 

Throwing the sheet to the floor shortly thereafter, the novice documentarian leans back in his chair now; signifying a moment for which he’s contemplating what to say. In the end, after a brief break, allowing everything to sink in, our trusty investigative voice moves forward with his analysis of the proceedings at hand.

 

[Documentarian]:

I’ve gone ahead and starred those who have recently left WAR in which to work for Cornell. When I spoke with Mr. Stallings last, I brought up the scenario of losing three of his own, amongst a slew of new faces forging upon TCW, and his response was rather simple… and I quote…

 

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... While encrypted, those of us who have come to know Mr. Stallings see right through his clouded statement. It’s no shock that Stallings seeks

revenge

; especially upon those like Tommy Cornell. I’m sure it stings, deep down, to watch his bitter rival succeed. That said, it wouldn’t shock me if this ended up inspiring Mr. Stallings to dig deeper; to find a way, as he always does, to spin the truth in his favor. I guess we’ll see…

 

The energetic documentarian pauses for a brief second, shuffling his papers, as he comes upon the one he’s been searching for. Dropping the others, the eager newfound journalist holds said paper up to the lens. Upon further review, after a brief focus issue, it now becomes apparent that the image is that of TCW superstar, and Cornell protégé, Wolf Hawkings holding the top crown, the TCW Championship, on high.

 

[Documentarian]:

Capitalizing on their momentous wave, Cornell officially ignited a ‘new era’ in Total Championship Wrestling when he finally put the belt around the waist of [Wolf] Hawkins. The dirt sheets claim that it’s been talked about for months now; however, the timing couldn’t be, it seems, at a greater point. More or less, TCW has found it’s expected point of ascension. In the end, the question remains… Can Stallings EVER, truthfully, expect to gain his

revenge

upon Cornell? By the looks of it… It may be downright impossible…

 

With that, our trusty novice documentarian is shown reaching atop the nearby camera. After a short rustling noise, the footage ultimately comes to an anti-climactic close as said documentarian finally finds a sense of relaxation; coming down from the absolute excitement that was TCW’s momentous rise and what it means to the person, and company, he currently looks to capture.

 

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[ampulator]

This reminds of Garbage's song for the 007 movie, and also named as, "The World is Not Enough".

[Eisen-verse]

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4th Week of March, 2010

... Losing out on Mikey James ...

 

Hazed, desperately attempting to focus itself, the camera lens ignites into existence once again with the blurred sight of a small-statured man sitting in a still manner. Slowly, as everything becomes much clearer, it becomes rather apparent that said still figure is none other than Mr. Stallings’ right-hand-man, Eknath Dutta (The Guru).

 

Dressed in a neatly pressed suit, one that screams of ‘made-man’, the legendary manager is shown sunken back in his plush leather chair. Once perceived as frustrated recently, crediting the documentarian’s previous ‘candid camera’ footage as it pertains to NOT disciplining Tony Rennie (Troy Tornado), the current form of Mr. Dutta seems to be nothing of the sort. Calm, stoic, focused in his demeanor, really all the things we’ve come to expect from the mindful figure, is all that’s present as the man with the inspiring voice sits ready to speak.

 

[Documentarian]:

Through recent research, it’s become apparent that Total Championship Wrestling has truly risen to a lofted status. The 2nd only international wrestling brand, Cornell has finally made good on the long-time expectation to challenge Eisen on the global scale. With such news circulating, there HAS to be a lot of tension radiating within the walls of WAR. Would you say that is true?

 

Eknath cracks a short stint of laughter; hearty in nature.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

There is no tension.

 

[Documentarian]:

With all due respect Mr. Dutta, how can’t there be? I mean, it’s no shock that Mr. Stallings wants revenge upon TCW’s owner for past decisions. While I haven’t seen the ‘hit-list’ of sorts that Stallings carries, I’m almost 110% positive that the top name on that list is Tommy Cornell. At this rate, at their new status, it’s going to take WAR years upon years, if not decades, to EVER challenge TCW. This HAS to be driving Stallings crazy.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

I wouldn’t be doing my job if he WERE going crazy. As Mr. Stallings’ personal mindful consult, tension, craziness, anger, are all things that we are attempting to curb. Is he vengeful? Filled with revenge? Yes, that’s obvious. With that said; however, Mr. Stallings knows that his company’s success relies upon the fact of whether or not he can calm those angers in which to focus primarily on WAR’s success; not those he looks to crumble.

 

Eknath stays relatively calm, as always, as the documentarian quickly interjects once again.

 

[Documentarian]:

How is that going?

 

Mr. Dutta smirks in a coy manner.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

Let’s just say he’s a work in progress. After so many years of hatred, so many years of planning your own karma, it’s going to take quite some time for everything to finally subside. For now, it’s one day at a time. I can only hope to help enlighten him and keep his focus on WAR’s success.

 

[Documentarian]:

It has to eat away at him that he lost out on Mikey James though…

 

 

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The documentarian claims as he looks down at a number of papers before him. Shuffling through them all, he finally comes upon the one he’s been looking for. As he slowly raises it up toward Mr. Dutta’s gaze, the legendary manager is shown smirking in a ‘so you’re going there?’ kind of manner.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

It stung; I won’t lie. I thought I could deliver Mikey [James] to Stallings but, in the end, Cornell came calling.

 

[Documentarian]:

The dirt sheets claim that you were actually in negotiations with him first; however, in the end, he left WAR high-and-dry when TCW interjected with a written deal. Is there any truth to that rumor?

 

A brief sigh by Mr. Dutta is followed by another stint of playful laughter. In time though, as his laughter fades, Stallings’ right-hand-man is shown looking off camera and speaking with an unseen figure in an almost silent fashion. Seconds later, as it comes to a close, he turns back in which to look at the documentarian; still smirking as he always does.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

That is correct.

 

[Documentarian]:

I’m sure THAT had to burn a little…

 

Eknath continues to stare upon the documentarian with the very same smirk upon his face; however, now, it seems as though the smirk is only present as a wall before his true intentions. Gazing upon the documentarian for a matter of a few seconds, not speaking the entire time, Eknath eventually addresses the situation at hand once again. This time; however, he’s much more strained in his tone.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

Where are you going with this?

 

[Documentarian]:

I’m just wondering how the WAR owner took losing out on a potential star in the making like James? I mean, you say that you’re working on his anger through daily contemplation; however, I’m sure this scenario made it MUCH more difficult to do so.

 

Eknath continues to stare with his hollow smirk on his face. Again, taking his time to speak in which to stare at the documentarian in the process.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

We were unhappy, yes, for losing out on Mikey [James]; however, it’s not as though we put all of our eggs in one basket. At the end of the day, we are analyzing the indy circuit in which to find a slew of ‘homegrown talent’. Mikey was set to be one of those men; however, he decided to take his business elsewhere as he didn’t want to sign a written contract with a company so close to it’s infancy. We respected his decision and walked away; that’s all.

 

[Documentarian]:

I’m sure it had to sting though…

 

The documentarian looks back down upon the papers before him, relaying the last statement, or jab if you will, without wanting to look Eknath in the face. In turn, growing increasingly annoyed, yet still not showing it through his manufactured smile, Mr. Dutta eventually stands up from his seat. After pressing his suit down in given areas, fixing his tie in the same manner, Stallings’ right hand man is shown starting to walk off set in a very stoic fashion.

 

[Eknath Dutta]:

We’re done here.

 

With that, the dreaded ‘stop’ button is eventually pressed; however, not before we witness the sight of Eknath Dutta storming out of the room; the unnamed company executive following him close behind as they talk off camera.

 

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[Eisen-verse]

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To those about to wage in WAR, the battleground is the ultimate place for which LEGENDS are born. Putting everything on the line, a warrior has very little room for error. For, if one is to slip, even momentarily, mass destruction is almost an absolute certainty.

 

WAR is no place for the weak. When stepping onto the hallowed battleground, only one thing remains… Will you, or will you not, rise to the occasion?

 

Will you rise for your country? Will you rise for your family? Will you rise for greatness? Will you rise for your brothers? Will you rise… for the banner of WAR?

 

This and this alone is what measures a man…

 

… What turns an ordinary person into that of a LEGEND …

 

Who will dominate the Battleground?

 

WHO will become the LEGENDS of WAR?

 

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After a tumultuous reunion last week, or lack thereof, the once famed “Fly Boys” will bring their heated fallout to “Battleground” with an epic

“Last Man Standing”

affair. While their combination was shockingly fluid despite months of inactivity, both

James Prudence

and

Donnie J

appear to be back on one another’s bad-side due to a controversial, match-altering, attack at the close of their match-up. With so much hatred radiating, who will walk away with the ultimate prize: being that last “Fly Boy” standing?

 

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Bound by their collective love of aerial bombardment, four high-flying WAR wrestlers will compete for ultimate bragging rights in hopes of ruling the air.

American Elemental

,

Angel De Mexico

,

Fox Mask

, and

Snap Dragon

, are all known for their explosive approach to in-ring combat. In this case, matched with their speeding equals, which exciting flier will stand above the rest; overtaking the skies in the process?

 

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For one night, in one match, DaVE returns as two ICONS of the failed hardcore company compete under the rule-set they once embraced. With no need for an arm-bar, suplex, or headlock, the “Lone Wolf”

Shawn Gonzalez

and the “Ice Man”

Alex Braun

will brawl their way through a potentially bloody

hardcore match

in hopes of dominating yet another squared circle. While WAR embraces the return of hardcore, at least as it pertains to this match, one has to wonder if company owner, J.K. Stallings Jr., made a mistake by awakening the sleeping devil…

 

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Another week, another challenge is laid forth as “The Traditionalist”

Eric Tyler

returns to “Battleground” with another

“Wrestling Lesson”

open challenge in mind. Who will accept his challenge this week? Also, more fittingly, will said challenger FINALLY place a loss in Tyler’s WAR win/loss singles record?

 

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A week removed from his shocking attack post-cage-match, the combustible “GOD of WAR”

Ares

will bring his brand of punk-rock-wrestling to “Battleground” once again in hopes of claiming what they all want most: the

WAR Championship

. Is it possible? Most certainly. That said, one has to wonder the state for which WAR Champion,

Troy Tornado

, will arrive? If he returns to “Battleground” with revenge in mind, fuming from every pour, there’s a good chance that the newfound #1 contender, Ares, will have a monumental challenge before him. Will we have a new champion at the close of “Battleground”? Only time will tell…

 

 

 

WAR Battleground Quick Picks

Donnie J vs. James Prudence

American Elemental vs. Angel De Mexico vs. Fox Mask vs. Snap Dragon

Alex Braun vs. Shawn Gonzalez

Eric Tyler's "Wrestling Lesson" open challenge

Troy Tornado © vs. Ares

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[Timber]

WAR Battleground Quick Picks

Donnie J vs. James Prudence

American Elemental vs. Angel De Mexico vs. Fox Mask vs. Snap Dragon

Alex Braun vs. Shawn Gonzalez

Eric Tyler's "Wrestling Lesson" open challenge

Troy Tornado © vs. Ares

[Eisen-verse]

This reminds of Garbage's song for the 007 movie, and also named as, "The World is Not Enough".

 

I could foresee Stallings having a Bond-villain kind of feel; so, the 007 approach could entirely be plausible. It was always my intention to write JK as the great hero when it all started, attempting to come back, nervous about everything that laid before him, but now that he's finding his stride he's becoming MUCH more dubious in nature.

 

Revenge can be the greatest point of inspiration; however, it can also bring about the evils within.

 

As we'll come to see, his NEED for revenge will ultimately bleed over into his treatment of others who are often deemed as unimportant. As he attempts to takeover, there will certainly be a number of unexpected victims along the way...