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Not sure if it should be here or wherever... but the "how you got into e-feds" thread is here and there was that post talking about someone talking about reading their old stuff and how that got them re-interested and so I say instead of putting promos in that thread... we can have a thread here and post all the favorites from your past feds and the such so we can see stuff that has been done over the years. Figured I'd start with one I did.

This one I wrote back on Sept. 22 of 2010. Came about as a result of a huge feud I was having with this guy for close to a year.

The camera pans in on a quarter spinning rapidly on a table after having been flicked. While watching it, a hand slams down on it covering it.

Slim: Heads or tails? You willing to take the chance?

The camera pans up from the hand to Slim’s face.

Slim: Understand Kipfer, it wasn’t by chance that things turned out the way they did. It wasn’t by chance that we are finally meeting one on one at the grandest stage of them all. It isn’t by chance that everything is as it is. For each and every step was carefully calculated because if you go by chance… all you have to do is make one mistake. One miscalculation, just say tails… and it could all be over.

Slim lifts his hand to reveal the quarter has heads up. He picks the quarter up and starts running it in between his fingers.

Slim: I picked you out months ago. During your match… who was at the top of the stage scouting you out? It wasn’t Raelin. It wasn’t Danny. It was me. Why? Because I knew there was something special about you. I knew that there was something different about you. I knew that without a doubt that there was something that you needed, something that you wanted, something that you desired. It was something that none of them could provide you but yet you blindly went towards them because they were the well known parts of your past. You think Raelin has your answers? You think she is going to unlock that door and tell you everything that you’re supposed to know? If she did then wouldn’t she have told you by now? She’s supposed to be the closest person to you and yet she’s told you less than even Danny has. You continue on that road with her and you’ll wind up with more questions and riddles than answers.

Then you figured that you could drive it out of Danny. Trust me… you can’t. He’ll tell you just enough to get your feet wet. Just enough that you’ll stick around with him. Just enough that you’ll follow him to find out more and more about what it is but you will never find it out. You will never learn with him. You will instead be stuck in the same pit that you’re currently sitting in right now. Always stuck wondering, always stuck with the same questions. But instead of searching for those answers instead you get mad at me because I interrupt your match. You become upset with me and why is that? Because I’m the only one that is willing to give you a chance? Because I’m the only one willing to give you a shot? Why is it that you’re so upset with me Dave? All I’ve tried to do is help you out in each and every encounter that I took part in involving you.

Slim stops fiddling with the quarter, flips it in the air and watches it flip around on the table after it clacks against it. It spins a little before it lands on heads.

Slim: You’re missing that I’m trying to teach you something. I’m trying to show you to stop living by chance. Stop hoping that you’ll somehow stumble on your answers. That you’ll get lucky because when you play by those rules you are more than likely to get burned by someone that already knows the outcome. That already has things in place. That already has things prepared just for someone like you. So if you toss chance out of the window then you still have coincidence. But why would there be any coincidences? For currently this is to benefit me but in the end… it will more than benefit you. This isn’t being done by chance, not by coincidence, and certainly not by luck. For luck has a work win/loss ratio than chance. It’s said that the lucky ones out there make their luck, they make it happen for them. Well if that were the case then you’re just flat out unlucky because everything you’ve come across lately has lead to disaster whereas I’m sitting high. But it isn’t luck because there is one involved in this whole debacle that has had every single little piece perfectly planned out up until this point. There is one that knew what it would take, one that knew exactly what to do.

The actions seemed irrational to the untrained eye. Seemed that I was merely striking out at you just because there was nobody else. Because there was nothing better to do… but I created this. I created this havoc. There was never any chance, never any luck, because…

Slim picks up the quarter and flips it over to the other side to show that both sides are heads before placing it back down.

Slim: When you know exactly what it is you are searching for, what you are wanting, what you are desiring… you fix everything around you to make it work out best for you. It was never said that things would be rosy, would be peachy in the process… but the guarantee, the victory in obtaining exactly what you wanted makes it all the more sweeter. And you were the one that I’ve wanted for the past year Dave. Ever since I heard all the words, all the accolades, everything I knew that you were the chosen one. I knew that you and I were destiny. All that was left was the timing, all that was left was making sure that you would not leave. That you would not disappear on me. And I knew that there would be a time when you would let your guard completely down. Because you were a warrior that knew the dangers of letting your guard down. But watching you that night from the stage I saw that you were lacking. I saw that you were missing something and I knew that one day you would mess up. Then enters Danny.

Now he wasn’t in on this so don’t go after him. But what Danny provided was the opening that I needed. For then the time was prime where your guard would be completely down and you would be vulnerable. Most vulnerable you’ve been inside the NWF and it was then that I knew it would be time to dissect and attack. After that you once again took notice of me. But I knew the way you were. I knew that you would be upset but not enough to do what I needed you to do. You weren’t ready. Then enters Yoshi. Someone that would push you. Someone that would make you think, someone that would challenge you. And in the midst of the challenge you took your eye off the ball. You took your eye off of the prize Dave. And it was because of that mistake that I once again knew it was time to strike and albeit my attempt was a little sloppy, but I knew it would be just enough… that it would be more than enough to make this encounter finalized. I knew that in the end… it would create this.

Slim takes a moment to take a seat at the table. He expresses no emotions as he looks straight ahead.

Slim: Right now you’re my most prized possession Dave. Your mind is brilliant and I want nothing more than to harvest it. Unlock it and show you everything that you’ve been searching for, that you’ve been craving, that you’ve been wanting but right now you’re not focused. Right now you’re not ready to accept that because right now all you see is my actions are bad. That my actions were simply selfish for my own gain. And I’ll tell you now that they were selfish but it’s for your gain… not mine. The only thing I get out of this is the opportunity to finally tell you, show you, expose you to everything that you have not had. All of the answers that you have not had. And sometimes what has to be understood is that not everything can be done, not everything can be accomplished in an honorable way. But instead you must sometimes break the rules, that you must go beyond what you know, go beyond what you BELIEVE is right in order to do what is truly right. To do what is pure. To do what is true. But you closed the blinds on that way of thinking haven’t you Dave. You see things as either black and white. White, the absence of color as pure and white where as black is nothing but muddled up shit. The collection of all colors possibly cannot be right. But why is that? Because you cannot see it? So since you do not see you refuse to understand? You refuse to acknowledge?

Well Dave now the time for acknowledgement is here. Now the time has arrived where you must come face to face, toe to toe with everything that you’re not. With everything that you refuse to believe. For when we meet, when you get everything that you believe you want you will finally see the truth. You will finally see that the path that you have been on is nothing more than a mere loop that takes you in a circle to keep you in the same place that you have been in whereas after our encounter you will finally be awakened. You will finally see. You will finally know. You will finally understand. Dave… this was done for you. ALL THIS! The match with Danny, the match with Yoshi, this one that you’re having. You cannot see unless you unlock the darkness inside of you. You cannot see what it is that you want until you finally open your eyes and see everything for what it is. Until you let go of all that has been holding you back, of everyone that has been keeping you in the same place with promises of telling you but none being able to deliver. The choice is yours.

Slim gets up from the table with almost a smirk on his face as he picks up the quarter and flips it in the air.

Slim: Take a chance? Or go with the definite?

Slim catches it in the air as he walks away.
 

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Unfortunately I lost alot of the work I did with this character when the forum I fed on had to have most of the post deleted. But this is one of the better promos since then. He was a dark, Raven-esque character with women issues due to being unable to win his ex girlfriends love back. This promo was done from the viewpoint of his pet; Nathalie De Silva as he finally faced the one man who had stood up to him persistently. This was after his best run though where his highlights included setting people on fire, dressing his former pet Karolina up as the dead wife of an opponent, turning on his friends and aligning with a Jake The Snake-esque character. At this stage after returning he had an obsession with trying to scalp people (though he never did).

Not every Hero enjoys acclaim, not every Monster is slain...some Phoenix’s don’t rise from the flame, while their Killers drive the world insane...here within the hours to come the hero will fall and his ashes will be scattered upon his where they began.


Jack Severino...a man become monster...or perhaps he was never human at all. A living breathing cancer plaguing the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. The physical incarnation of the Khmer Rouge. Driven by his bloodlust and the consuming desire to burn the world and play in the ashes. No religion ever predicted such evil for he is beyond such simple labels. No voices whisper in his ear...no devil commands him...no god challenges him. He simply is a butcher, a sadist, a slaughterer wielding a cruel remorseless mind and the body to craft his every whim. He toys with so many...stringing them along like a puppet until they have nothing left and are then cast aside. His stain upon the world is permanent his deeds and as unfortunate upon the good in humanity as they may be his vast accomplishments will never be forgotten. Jack Severino...with a trail of broken homes...broken bones...broken dreams...and broken hearts in his wake. The blood of the unfortunate many line his boots with a crimson glow. His cruel claws which have strangled the fight from so many yield a blade begging for blood.

Those were all just words and you had heard them all, people could go on forever trying to describe him...but it was always in vain. He can’t be summed up so simply especially by people who don’t appreciate his work. They watch from the outside and label him...only ‘monster’ what Jack calls himself came close to defining what he was...to you though he’s so much more.

He was your idol...your personal god...your master...your king...you even loved him but knew he felt nothing back. You saw it in his eyes...tasted it in his kiss and felt it in his embrace. But still you loved him; he has given your life meaning and shattered your own label of simply being...Jillian’s little sister. A life spent in her shadow now Jack taught you how to embrace those hatred spawned desires. He even let you try and scalp Vladimir Boyka and allows you to carry his blade. When he had everything ripped away from his grasp by Gabrielle, Michael and your brother in law Jack soon found you. He’s taken you under his wing and crafted your own mind into a weapon. In his absence, when everyone else thought it was safe he was planning his next step. He held your life in the palm of his hand but did not crush it, he bettered it, something Jillian would never understand. In Jack you saw complete power, a creature that can only be briefly halted but never stopped. You had watched him claw his way to the top before...now you were his favourite weapon to get back there once again. You would do everything he asked to help him and he knew it. Some people would call you pet, slave, pawn...such labels like those thrust upon him were meaningless to Jack. You were simply Nathalie De Silva. Spitting upon the De Silva name as you bathe in the river of blood he has created. You knew people wouldn’t understand when you first grasped his hand in submission to his ways, his rule and his...companionship. They refused to acknowledge his brilliance, denied his twisted craft and begged to be saved from the flames. You knew you were protected as long as you served him lovingly and made him proud. The fires wouldn’t touch you...but make no mistake this was not preservation this was devotion. No man...no woman either you had ever known had conjured such presence. Nobody else had this ability to paralyse grown men with one unnerving glance. He is Jack Severino...he is The Modern Day Anarchist...he is The Tainted King...he is The Unhuman Monster. You are his crimson stained Princess, his personal Harlequin and at his feet the surrounding world was perfect. All those screams rolling into one were a sweet lullaby...a sign that he was doing what he confided to you. Now the war that had killed what remained of his heart that you will never know...was finally coming to a head...finally...the screams he had been waiting for so long were coming, and you would bask in them beside him.







You watch him in admiration as he approaches you in the stillness of the cold night. the flutter of your heart in his presence almost making you forget the handheld camera in your hand. You draw it up to film him as he comes to stand before you, gazing upon you with what could almost be called a smile. His attire consists of his blood smeared leather boots, a pair of tattered blue denim jeans, an unbuttoned black tuxedo jacket and a black top hat. Looking at him you can’t help but giggle...the monster almost looks classy, his eyes are anything but...they are soulless and emotionless, there’s no trace of humanity in them. The red plush red Phoenix stuffed toy in his hands furthers the creepy visage of tainted class and playfulness. He runs a hand through your long hair as you stand before him in a pair of jeans, a baby-tee and a leather jacket. Though it is cold and the wind easily whips up under your jacket under his gaze you gain a warmness, the purpose and meaning he gives your life protecting you from everything else. He hands you the shovel he had carried and lets you lead the way further and further down the trail...before he begins to speak.


Jack Severino:
Michael...Servin...The Phoenix...The Hero...the one man who has never accepted being just another lamb for the slaughter. That’s what so many people see in Michael...a relentless hero who freed Karolina from my grip and never backs down. I still see that scared little lamb...voice quivering as you found the nerve to speak up to me so long ago in the Phoenix Lounge. The Phoenix found his nerve in the Phoenix Lounge...how fitting, even more so when that night will be the reason why you have to rise from the ashes...that were once your body. You had the nerve to speak up Michael...unable to just sit by and watch as I tore Karolina away from Vladimir, right from the beginning you fought for her freedom. You were but a simple nuisance though Michael...I paid you little mind and swatted you aside like a bug every time you tried to save poor little Karolina. But you were always still there Michael...always fighting on for the good in humanity...you even believed I could be saved Michael. You believed the man Jack Severino could be salvaged and born again in the light.

The man could have been Michael...once...before you and Gabrielle killed him and I that which had always lurked in his mind forgotten and ignored was given freedom. You could have saved the man Michael...but never the monster, I was born this way but my parents denied it and made me weak. I became nothing more than a ‘dark passenger’ inside a man’s mind.

Jack shakes his head as he chuckles cruelly before motioning you closer to him. You quickly do so, caressing his chest with your hands as you stare up into his cold eyes.


Jack Severino:
Dark passenger...it is no more I am what I was a birth...and what I will be at death. Unlike you Michael, your Dark Passenger still exists in the back of your mind...are you truly a hero or do you simply fight against what you see in others that remind you of yourself?

A Hero or a Monster denying its depravity?

You can try and buy your soul back Michael...you can fight what you are with all your heart but it will win in the end, you will hurt Karolina more than I ever did. It will kill that woman to see her hero become as foul as her tormentor...your fighting against this darkness only prolongs it. I can see the pain you cause her Michael...she loves you...but she’s scared of you and more than just losing you. I still remember the terms of the match we never had...you wanted her freedom and all I wanted was for you to spit in the face of a fan. I thought that would hurt you so much Hero...but what you’re doing to Karolina I know that hurts you so much more. Now that we finally meet in the ring we have no stipulations afterall you have already stolen Karolina away from me. This match is simply my opportunity to scalp you and leave you broken in the ring...Karo’s tears falling like rain as she gazes upon her hero.

You Michael get to try and show that all your fighting was never in vain, that being a good guy can actually lead to a happily ever after. Maybe from the hospital bed when the morphine drip takes away all your concerns you can get that happily ever after. Even if i could still feel it I would have no remorse for what I do to you... YOU WERE WARNED PHOENIX! Everyone else avoids me like the plaque...when you didn’t I put you in a coma where your sister Lauren could watch over you in sadness. But that obviously never taught you anything Michael...you could never just accept the inevitability of your suffering and avoid it, step aside and live in denial, live in bliss. You lived for so long without Karolina, so many years not even knowing she existed, you could have so easily just moved on and forgotten her. But I will never let you forget now...you will never forget the scars I leave upon you and the scars upon Karolina’s psyche, upon her heart. She will never be whole again Michael, she will always fear that she will wind back up on her leash.

You missed out on witnessing me join the Age Of The Fallen...when my depravity and darkness was made so abundantly clear last year at Red, White and Bruised because I put you in that deep sleep. You will get to see it up close now though Michael...you will regret every time you stepped up to me...every time you spoke up against me, but most of all taking Karolina from my grip and showing her love. When she told you to leave it be, when she had died inside and submitted to me you still fought on. I hope for your sake Michael you have that same drive to fight for yourself, draw it out...make the suffering so much longer. You will pay for everything Michael...you believe that you as the hero are the one to Wright the wrongs but that is not the case. This isn’t some fairytale where everything will work out...this is my playpen, my slaughterhouse where I shatter people’s lives in every aspect.

He turns back to face you that demonic grin upon his face...it excites and terrifies you before he steps aside and you notice two tombstones. They seem to be immaculately taken care of with fresh flowers placed before all three.


Jack Severino:
Here lies the family Servin...mommy...daddy...and little Michael. Karolina will come here everyday...I will allow that, I will let her come and see you, remember what she lost as you lie dead and buried with your parents. You can’t stop me Michael you are but a man bound by your emotions and thus your weaknesses...I am a killer. I am a monster in its purest sense, I have no distractions...all I have is Nathalie and she would throw herself upon a sword to protect me. I can get to you in so many ways Michael...your parent’s death...your sister...your failings in the FWA and of course my every breath that horrifies Karolina, keeping her wounds forever open.

He grins at you excitedly before taking the shovel from your hands, letting you focus on him begin to dig up one of the graves with a childlike glee. He doesn’t dig far before tossing the shovel aside and knocking over one of the tombstones and crouching down upon the casket.


Jack Severino:
Its mother Michael...you never got to meet her...but I will introduce you two now.

You pass him his bloodstained knife and he plunges it into the coffin, ripping and tearing at the timber till he has carved a hole and then clutches the Phoenix doll tightly.


Jack Severino:
Here she is Michael...your mother you killed her when you were born...you were truly born in blood...born in death and it is death that will reunite you two. This the lows I can sink Michael...even with your dark passenger you can’t compare...

Jack then drops the Phoenix inside the coffin and stands up before stomping on the coffin, sending his foot crashing through with a sickening crunch like a skull being shattered which brings him traces of delight to his inhuman being.


Jack Severino:
You will lose this war Michael...you are a shadow of what you wanted to be while I have become the darkness in every shadow. Karolina will attest to this, she is always so jumpy at the unknown...but with good reason her hero...is about to be slain by the monster he saved her from.

Jack breaks into laughter as he beckons you closer, you wrap your arms around him and he tosses the camera aside as he embraces you with a kiss and you join his stare as you both gaze down upon the bright red fluff inside the casket...one last time.
 

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This is my other character from the same fed. She started out as Jacks manager/girlfriend, then became a wrestler, won the Women's Championship, her and Jack split up she turned bisexual, won the tag team Championships, married her girlfriend but slept around like crazy and in this match challenged for and won the World Championship while a apart of the Great Siege stable, along the way she developed delusions of being a Goddess. This is by far my longest promo ever but I wrote it very easily.

Gabrielle vs. Andrew Johnson vs. Bullseye Johnson vs. Darnell Porter vs. Duke Drazin vs. Rocky Creed in the 2010 Mile High Massacre Match


ETE presents in a promo epic...the former two time FWA Woman's Champion...
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...& former two time FWA Tag Team Champion...
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…The immortal caramel coated Goddess Gabrielle in...

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...With baited breath we await our Goddesses triumph...for at Mile High her hands will caress immortality in the FWA Championship
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That one simple word...it commands so much awe, so much respect and carries with it an air of the divine. That one simple word suggesting so much power and so much raw...sexuality intertwined with a playful sensuality. That one simple word conjures thoughts and desires of an irresistible temptation, the sin of lust running so illicitly through someone's being as its uttered forth. That one simple word...her name; Gabrielle, nine elegant letters perfectly arranged in such a way as to create so much excitement and promise a night of ecstasy.


The white clouds dotting the beautiful bright blue sky outside whip past the windows of the silver Embraer Lineage 1000 jet. But the FWA cameraman can only focus on what's outside the plane for so long, before all that's inside commands his full attention. He had been given the task all his co-workers hoped to get as each FWA Fight Night or Pay Per View dawned near, that assignment every camera man and for that matter camera woman looked forward to getting each week. His assignment was even sweeter still than he had hoped, sent to the airport where he boarded the private jet with only one other passenger. It was the job dreams were made of for him...but of course it is not his dreams or desires that mattered not when Mile High looms so near...just not the mile high he so desperately hopes for while alone with The Goddess.


For four long years that name had been uttered by so many within the FWA, each time spoken with more reverence whether the speaker held her aloft as their Goddess or wished to challenge her velvet throne. Her long journey has taken her from strength to strength...the women of the FWA never had anything to fight for like the men did before she came to raise her hand in triumph as the first ever FWA Woman's Champion. She proudly created the mould for what a great female wrestler is and against the woman she now she beds down with in wedded bliss they created something truly grand that drew in women from all over the world to lay their claim as the greatest.


The inside of the jet is lavishly decorated, every surface wrapped in either purple velvet or black leather with 'Gabrielle' inscribed in golden satin letters in every one of the luxurious chairs. A beautiful aroma lingers in the air; a mixture of her perfume, of various flowers and of course her natural heavenly scent. Vases all filled with different flowers ranging from red roses, yellow daisies, purple anodas, blue chicorys, pink tulips and orange lilies dot the many tables, arm rests and crevices of the private jets interior. The flowers though are not simply restricted to their vases as the intermingled petals creating a rainbow of colour adorn the floor and seats. The overhead lighting is not the typical bland white but a mixture of gold and purple, with the darker purple lighting casting itself upon the seats as the golden light lines the aisle between it. Several paintings of the Goddess herself line the walls depicting her many moments of splendour, the two biggest such paintings are of The Great Siege standing together and a painting of Gabrielle in her wedding dress hand in hand with Jenny Ignito dressed in a tuxedo, pure bliss etched upon both of their faces.


But her triumph had not ended there the duo that had created the women's division and revolutionised women's wrestling found each other as something other than enemies. Sinful Sensuality was born as two legends of the FWA: the late Matt Boudreau and G-Rich handed the FWA Tag Team Championships over to Gabrielle and Jenny Ignito. Gabrielle stood atop the world and reigned supreme once again even finding love she had never considered as a friendship turned to something all the more delicious. An unyielding love born between the two that has captured the imagination of so many.


The door to the cockpit swings open and instantly captures the cameraman's attention as she saunters out casting a welcoming smile his way. He had seen her so briefly before and had to restrain himself from drooling like an over excited schoolboy but now he could barely contain himself as he got to take in her beauty little by little and savour it. A pair of magnificent stiletto heels encase her feet delicately and perform the desired task of shaping those heavenly legs of hers which are wrapped tightly by a pair of black stockings. A tight purple dress which hugs her hips and just covers her arse then follows her curves upwards before doing its best to contain those 34DD breasts of hers vying for freedom from their material prison. Her chest is left bare exposing her ample cleavage as the dress splits in two and clings to her shoulders where its kissed by her long dark brunette hair which cascades down her back. A black scarf rests around her neck with a matching pair of black gloves covering her hands though upon her right ring finger rests her wedding ring sparkling in the golden light she stands under, as does the 'Mile High' badge pinned to her dress just above her left breast and from her earlobes hang a gorgeous set of diamond earrings. Her face is as warm and welcoming as ever, she almost seems giddy with excitement, those full succulent lips kissed with a permanent grin, every delicate feature so beautiful and accentuated by that most lovely and alluring shade of delicious caramel. Her eyes sitting under a purple forage cap ethereally glow that ever present divine blue...she is beautiful, gorgeous, heavenly, sexy and divine in every sense of the words while still being just a fantasy and remaining out of his reach...for but a fleeting hope of mile high experienced before the plane lands.


She has done so much in the FWA for four long years competing against the best men and woman that they could put before her. Week after week her legacy grew until she was an immortal, held aloft by the mortals that bow before her and seek her love to enrich their lives. But even still she had endured heartache and loss but the loss of her first true love and watching him become a monster without her paled in comparison to all she had accomplished being ignored time after time as the less worthy were put upon a pedestal and fed to a Titan where their crushed body's and dejected spirits were quickly cast aside. But still The Goddess bathed in a hue of caramel never faltered, taking up arms in The Great Siege and together seeking the change and respect that was long overdue. Now inside a cage she would stand against friend and foe alike and show to the world why it was a foolish mortal dream that she could be held back. The FWA Championship the most revered of accolades was the prize awaiting the delicate caress of the most revered of women. Five will fall one will rise and all others will bow on their knees...


She let a small giggle escape forth from her lips, snapping the cameraman back into full focus as he realised she had stood their just long enough for him to fully take in her every succulent curve. He chuckled in reply her every action was so intentional, even that mirthful giggle just further heightened her beauty, further stated her undeniable sex appeal and flaunted her body. She began to walk towards him as finally her heavenly voice broke the stillness of the air.

Gabrielle: Mile High looms near...and no I speak not of the club which I already am a member...

Once again that delightful giggle sneaks forth from between her lips as she comes to stand before the cameraman in all her curvaceous stewardess attire clad glory.

Gabrielle: No this Mile High that I speak off is the Match...six people locked inside a cage to compete for the one thing we all seek more than anything else inside the ring; the FWA Championship. With such a long and glorious past so few of those who've seeked it have ever held it let alone had it caress their waist with their name proudly emblazoned upon it. Even fewer still have achieved this when locked inside the steel cage at Mile High...year after year many rise with most falling short and only one getting the glory promised to the victor. Sean Kelleher walked out the victor in the first ever Mile High Match, the following year saw Ryan Hall emerge from the chaos still atop the world, Matt Boudreau began what is an unparalleled reign as FWA Champion in 2008 and last year my ex showed the spoils of depravity as he walked out of the cage as King. Now It is my turn inside the cage...amid the hushed whispers that I'm just a woman and shouldn't be competing for such a prize let alone inside a steel cage.

Its not a giggle that emanates from her being this time much more of a chuckle, a laugh all at once amused while plagued by a darkness, her eyes match the tone as they flicker with a flame of wrath born from her being denied for so long.

Gabrielle: The same whispers that Jillian De Silva faced in 2006 as she stepped inside the Mile High cage, though she wasn't successful on that night in time to come she shocked the world and shattered boundaries...but how quickly those fell back in place. Making it so that every woman that came after her had to fight just as hard, I've fought harder than any man to get to this shot so I will make the most of it...I can promise you all that when the fighting comes to an end it is I that will stand atop the world proudly. A divinely pure bliss encircling my being as I look down upon all the favourite sons of the FWA, given shot after shot and experiencing failure after failure. I've watched the likes of Duke Drazin come up short every time in his decade long war, I've seen Darnell Porter falter as World Heavyweight Champion, devalue the Television Championship and still eagerly get sent to the wolves over and over. Bullseye Johnson has spent more time at home either injured, suspended or just plain unmotivated than he has in the ring and Rocky Creed had the world gift wrapped and handed to him but still fumbled to take it...but no concern to Rocky his knees were dusted off and before long all he had to do was beat Drew Jolson and Darnell Porter a man at the time crippled by his tonsils and the world witnessed the long anticipated and equally underwhelming reign of Rocky Creed. It is only my dear close friend Andrew Johnson a man who's like a brother to me that can even hold a candle to me...we've both known all along this match is only truly between us Andrew, any result other than The Great Siege being bestowed with the FWA Championship would be an embarrassment.

But don't expect me to take it easy on you Andrew...we've spoken of this before you know how much I want this as I know how much you want it...but while it may wear only one of our names after Mile High it will be all of ours in The Great Siege. This is my match to win, my match to claw my way to the very top as a Champion people can truly look up to and be proud of. I have beat five of the six Champions on Fight Night, I can proudly lay claim to being one of the only people to ever beat Aut Pax Aut Bellum and eternally being apart of Sinful Sensuality the only duo to ever wrench the FWA Tag Team Championships from their grasp. Sara Wolf has fallen to me every time we have met in the ring as has the supposed 'best in the world' Rocky Creed...and of course who could forget the Television Champion; Anthony. While he put up a gallant effort and gave me some excitement usually reserved for the bedroom in the end he still collapsed beneath me...beaten and sore but satisfied.

That smile returns upon her face as her eyes are re-consumed by that pure ethereal blue, she casts a hand to her posterior rubbing it soothingly under her short dress as she remembers where the whip lashed her buttocks.

Gabrielle: Now it is time for me to be a Champion again and I will withstand hell to bring my heaven to the earth and reign supreme as Goddess. You can all look down upon me, down upon my exploits, my life outside of the ring but I am a sexual conqueror the likes of which would make Darnell Porter feel jealous and ultimately inadequate. The time has passed where the love of the faithless and the heretic is of any value, my divinity is worshipped regardless of those who seek to oppose it and my glory is undeniable. The FWA Championship that I take from the grasp of Rocky Creed and remove from the foolish mortal hopes of the rest of you will be my crowning acheivement and an eternal reminder of all I am capable of. I already know what each and every one of you will say; Jillian De Silva...Jillian De Silva...Jillian De Silva...over and over again comparing me to her, telling me that I want to be just like her. As if just because I'm of the sexier, sweeter, fairer and all together more...delicious sex I automatically worship her.

The Goddess just shakes her head almost sadly before she takes the seat opposite the cameraman and crosses her legs giving only an ever so brief flash of her lacy white underwear.

Gabrielle: Jillian has my respect for what she has done...but that doesn't mean I want to be her, that doesn't mean I'm aiming to follow in her or Moira Crawford's footsteps. Jillian shattered the boundary's and limitations in the past, but those were quickly put back in place when she slinked out of the spotlight. Though I was born a mortal woman that not does not dictate my desires, just because Jillian and Moira both have breasts doesn't mean I simply seek to do as they have done. My ambition is all my own, while I respect and am happy for their achievements I will be remembered as the one and the only Gabrielle. The time where I am held back simply because of my fantastic breasts is now in the past...

The cameraman can't help but pan down to her stunningly ample bosom, he quickly composes himself though and zooms out to recapture her entire form revealing the all to knowing though amused smile on her face.

Gabrielle: Even now you boys cant help but stare...even now I know all it would have taken is a minute alone with Matt Robinson or Drew Jolson...if they could last that long and all I seek would already be mine. But everything I have ever done has been done by my own hands, every step that I fought for knowing that I would be pushed back twice as far, held down twice as long I have done myself in the ring. So sorry boys you're stuck with your mindless bimbos and your dead memories...having me represent your company is the best you can hope for...well for as long as its still yours.

She giggles mischievously in her luxurious black leather seat coming to rest both her hands on her knee as her eyes pierce the camera.

Gabrielle: I have shown the world the folly of your attempts to deny me, I have made a mockery of your Champion; Rocky Creed...The Great Siege has destroyed any chance of him being a respectable Champion or even a Champion worth caring about. Though some people would still believe that Rocky Creed is the man to beat at Mile High after all he despite everything is still FWA Champion. But I have already shown his anointed status as the best, his reign as FWA Champion to be false. I am the one to beat in this match; I've beat Rocky Creed, I've beat Duke Drazin, I've taken Darnell Porter to the limit, Andrew Johnson...as much as I love you as a friend you've never shone as bright as I in singles competition and as for Bullseye Johnson...I've never even payed attention to your existence until now.

Her hands fall back to her side and she gets to her feet, sliding her hands over her hips and making sure the bottom of her dress does its best to conceal her underwear. She turns from the cameraman and takes a few steps down the aisle before she leans in to one of the seats that warm smile upon her face as she does so. She turns back to the cameraman and motions him closer he gets up, unsteady on his feet amid the slight movements of the jet which leave him amazed that Gabrielle's every step is unwavering and unaffected, perfectly composed and elegant even with her high stiletto heels. As he draws nearer he notices that this particular chair is not emblazoned with the name of the Goddess but instead 'Bullseye Johnson' and upon it rests a duffel bag and what looks to be a broken friendship ring.

Gabrielle: Put that down to your attitude Bullseye...after all why would a divine being such as I care about your existence when you seem to not even care for it. How many times have you faded into obscurity, becoming nothing but a memory to the world only to come bounding back expectant of a wave of fanfare and much applause. But it is not just the sins of Sloth and Pride that affect you, you are a sinner Bullseye in every sense of the world; Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust every one of the seven deadly sins courses through your being. You would of course deny this and claim to of been a great man throughout your life; a fighter, a Champion, someone to look up too.

Laughter cruel in its intent surrounds the cameraman as The Goddess vocalises her amusement.

Gabrielle: You were nothing when the FWA signed you Bullseye, they took a chance upon an MMA fighter that couldn't handle being punched in the face any more and for so long that chance didn't pay off. You came into the FWA and were an embarrassment I'm sure the Mixed Martial Artists you had called friends in the past sure felt so, seeing a multi time UFC Champion get shown up week after week. But lo and behold that wasn't to last eventually it seems you found your stride and before long the X Championship was dangled in front of you...so close Bullseye but you failed at that and miserably so. You can lay all the claims of grandeur you wish to but it was my good friend Zaire Wyoming that emerged as the victor, as the Champion. But from there Bullseye you did keep climbing up the ranks even amassing a group of others around you in the Elite 5 in a vain attempt to make yourself feel special. Of course I remember being apart of Executive Excellence at the time and making a mockery of you, especially Mark Reynolds when the love of his life Aja Melissa betrayed him for the arms of Tom Princeton. But you kept rising ignoring the sorrows of your friends to eventually capture the North American Championship not once but twice. But after losing it twice the Sons Of liberty were there to console you and help you through it, rebuild you and make you the first ever Crossfire Tag Team Champion alongside Carmine Reaper. But none of that was to last when you finally bothered to act like a Champion and defend those belts you lost them and the destruction of the Sons was not far off.

All of this was of course littered with bouts of inactivity even as a Champion it would seem like weeks at a time would pass before the world saw you again. Every time you got your ass kicked or felt a little home sick or stubbed your toe walking into the ring it signalled you disappearing again, this is your greatest sin Bullseye; Sloth! You are so content to just sit at home any excuse providing you the reason to do so in your mind. Its not just your mind that commits this sin but your body as well Bullseye, so fragile that it seems to break at every touch...how many times are we all expected to care that you're leaving yet again Bullseye?

Gabrielle grabs the duffel bag and tosses it towards where the cameraman shakily stands, it thuds heavily as it hits the ground and Gabrielle clutches at the friendship ring and sits down in the seat.

Gabrielle: I've already packed your bag for you Bullseye you can leave any time you want, which when considering how long you have been back now cant be far off, after all you've experienced loss and victory this time around already. You've also experienced pure unwavering joy...when I kissed you as disgusting as your tongue was pressing against mine...if only I had of known you had such a glass jaw Bullseye I wouldn't have had to taste that. But that had to wait for a week later when I learnt you cant handle a little wooden paddle...how do you expect to compare to me Bullseye when you cant even take a little playful paddling?

When I by comparison have taken much more...intense paddling's in the past...

She blushes somewhat noticeably, [color=red[a shade of rosy red[/color] tingeing that delicious shade of caramel upon her cheeks.

Gabrielle: Without crumbling like you did Bullseye...such a sorry state when you cant take even just a little physicality and I bet all those friends of yours in the MMA world were rather embarrassed once more seeing you get knocked out at the hands of a...how is it so eloquently put again?

She quickly crosses her beautiful smooth legs once again and smirks playfully as she brings her hand up to her jaw, feigning deep thought for a moment before with that wicked smile upon her face she leans forward towards the cameraman who slumps down into a seat yearning for the stability it provides.

Gabrielle: Ah yes that's right...at the hands of a girl!

Her breasts jiggle ever so deliciously as she laughs.

Gabrielle: Just another proud moment for you Bullseye...it is perhaps the one shining light in me being held back because of the voluptuous curves of my body; when one of you little...little boys lose to me its not just a normal loss but an embarrassment to you. But even still your undeserved Pride lingers on, still Bullseye I know you would make claims of being the favourite for this match, of being the future FWA Champion. I know how much you lust for it...you even had the nerve to interrupt the current Champion on your Fight Night return. I may not care for Creed at all as he is an embarrassment to the throne but the likes of you having the nerve to interrupt the Champion...and then pretend anyone wants to see you in the Main Event. That big supposed dream match Rocky Creed and Bullseye Johnson is nothing more than a pathetic failures wishes of glory. Though 'dream' is a good definition of what it is for it is a pipe dream Bullseye you deserve this shot at glory even less than Duke and Darnell and you deserve to be Champion even less than Rocky. I've outlined your entire career already and it is nothing impressive people remember you more for being assaulted by Cursed Bloodline or having the Unholy Uprising try to break your neck. Your scars are your legacy Bullseye, not your pitiful little accomplishments.

Because of that you have always been consumed by the sin of Envy, you've always wanted what you have seen others with for you have always had to look up and gaze upon the immortals and the triumphant mortals. But never more did this sin consume than it did when you stood alongside Carmine Reaper and Nemesis...You saw the potential that both of those men had and you couldn't stand it, you combined one sin with another and gave rise to mortal Wrath. You destroyed a friendship, a bond because these two sins consumed you, you've since had to watch Nemesis do what you never will and become World Heavyweight Champion as Carmine your former partner has come to loathe you. So much of this was born because you felt abandoned when Jack Severino took out Nemesis and climbed atop the world...you may not realise it Bullseye but you are one of Jacks greatest victims. That pathetic and deranged monster took out Nemesis and you crumbled as well, it didn't even have to touch you but the damage was done and the Sons Of Liberty fell apart. Your Wrath saw to that Bullseye!

The friendship ring is then tossed aside by her hand, clattering upon the floor.

Gabrielle: You're Wrath has always burned though, you've always sinned Bullseye combining Gluttony and Greed you've always wanted more and more whilst never being good enough for it, only your anger could fill that void. Seeing so many you had called friend and so many you had called enemy go onto accomplish great things you wanted all of that. These sins played their part in the demise of the three 'Sons' as well, Bullseye has always been about one thing and one thing only Zaire has been so kind as to inform me of this. It seems you have always just cared for yourself, always used and abused those around you: the Elite, the Sons and anyone else unfortunate enough to make your acquaintance. Using them to get more and more for yourself and yourself only, where others see a friend your Greed sees a way to claim glory and your Gluttony sees a way to stuff your face before moving onto the next one. But will there ever be a next one?

People are onto your little game now Bullseye, if not already then now listening to my words of wisdom and guidance they see you for what you are. A sinner, a liar, a nobody desperately clinging to the dying embers of a forgotten potential and left to wallow in it. Now we are of course left with Lust...the most consuming of Sins for lust can drive a man over the edge...

She cocks her head playfully and caresses her bosoms with a single hand suggestively before letting her fingers slide underneath the neckline of her dress, rubbing the soft material between her thumb and forefinger.

Gabrielle: Lust is most evident in the adoration of the opposite sex and lets not lie here Bullseye, you can hate what I'm saying, you can dislike me or even hate me for being apart of The Great Siege like so many others do...but you cant hate this perfect 5'6 body oozing pure sex appeal. But you are just as likely to lust after another man as you are to crave one unforgettable night with me. Now don't panic Bullseye I haven't gone the low road and reduced myself to gay jokes, your lust would be for what they are and what they have. So often a man like you would have gazed upon another and seen everything you Lust after in his life: determination, success, love, a body that can handle a life on the road...all the things you don't have Bullseye and never will.

Again she laughs as she releases her grip on her dress and uncrosses her legs before getting to her feet she beckons the cameraman to his feet and he unsteadily follows her as she walks confidently further down the aisle of the private jet before stopping before another seat she leans into it with that playful grin and runs her hand across the golden inscribed name of 'Duke Drazin'. The cameraman slumps down in the couch opposite her and steadies his camera, admiring the curve of her arse from this angle and looking further between her legs he notices the broken cross and syringe that rest upon the chair before Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: Now I turn to the fallen god himself, a man who has plunged from self delusions of divinity to accept his mortality: Duke Drazin. Such a shame that we never had a war of the immortals Duke, for though your divinity was always just an illusion the joy of having a Goddess best even a false God would have been serenely blissful even if a small part of me wants to like you Duke. I know shocking right amid all the animosity between us and all your petty childish labellings of me as 'whore' there is still a part of me that likes you. After all Duke you share the same disdain that I do for the likes of Rocky, Darnell and Bullseye I wont deny that you are a better man than them Duke. But this mutual disgust that we both hold for these men is all that we share Duke, you in the past have made a mockery of the divine when you falsely claimed it and you've made a mockery of wrestlers when you abused the drug that had you fired from the FWA in the past. Your hatred and your gathering of nobodies that seem to follow you so often is now all that you have left Duke. Even your decade long war with the late Matt Boudreau is over though never giving you the consolation or validation of a victory...despite what you may hopelessly wish for Matt Boudreau has passed on without a single blemish on his record bearing your name.

Mile High could pose as your last opportunity for the grandeur you so desperately seek, after all how many times can one man falter before he has had enough?

But then again maybe witnessing Rocky Creed finally climb to the very top of the mountain you have ideas of your own to finally achieve the greatness that has alluded you. But I know you better than that Duke you would no sooner idolise Rocky Creed than you would cease your petty insults unto me. 'Whore' is that really the best that you can come up with Duke?

An insult tossed around the school yard by little boys unable to comprehend their true feelings. Now I'm not saying you have feelings for me Duke...at least no more than every other man who hopelessly lusts and prays against reason for even the briefest of divinely sexual encounters. Though it would explain why you couldn't fight out of my bra those weeks ago Duke, perhaps you enjoyed the soft and oh so warm feel of it against your skin, lewd thoughts of what it had caressed just moments before it coiled around your throat. Regardless of whether you enjoyed it or not Duke the result is the same I left you face down gagging as you desperately gasped for air. Consider that to have been all at once my proclamation of being superior to you and it being your penance for me helping you beat Bullseye after all if I didn't press my softly sweet lips to his then you were only moments away from losing the match Duke and a loss to Bullseye is something that not even you deserve. But my assistance and my punishment didn't serve to give you any humility or teach you any lesson. Still you try to deface my name and degrade my being with your small insults. But I'm not ashamed or embarrassed by my sexual promiscuousness if you ever were truly divine Duke then you would know that beings like I have no mortal inhibitions, simply the desire to seek joy.

A beautiful and stimulating moan radiates from her being, she takes the cross and syringe in her hands and sits down, quickly crossing her legs as she rests Drazin's syringe in her lap. She squirms somewhat excitedly in her seat as the cameraman shifts uncomfortably in his own watching her slowly stroke the cross with her hand as she coyly bites her bottom lip.

Gabrielle: That desire to experience the orgasmic and all that it entails, the thrill of all your senses being warmly embraced within the throes of passion.

Again she moans, letting it seep forth from her lips as her eyes flutter closed for a moment and she presses the cross to her thigh.

Gabrielle: This makes your nights spent with the likes of Happy Hooker pale in comparison Duke, whether you charge and experience the full service that thing provides or not. Though of course as we so graphically saw there's always Jess the Camerawoman there for you to play with as well she does have a delightful squeal on her. But she's hardly the type to be worthy of the divine blessing that would be a night with me or even a night with the once great god Duke Drazin. How cute and all at once maddening it was witnessing you laying your claims to immortality Duke, watching you build a church that no one came to though all the while still claiming status as a God.

She clasps at the holy cross depicting an image of Duke Drazin with both her hands, holding it aloft before herself as she stares somewhat devilishly at it.

Gabrielle: In your mind you built a religion and believed every word of it though all the while no one ever came to pray at your altar, no one ever worshipped the Great God Duke Drazin. It only existed in the fantasies of a mortal man who needed the attention, who longed for the comfort divinity would give to his life. How it must pain you to gaze upon me and see what you once craved to be...only of course so much more delectable. A being of true divinity and one that has left you laid out in the ring every time we have been near each other in the last month. I still remember that horrified look upon your face after I blasted you in the back with a steel chair and cost you the FWA Championship against Drew Jolson. I can only imagine the pain at seeing that opportunity slip away from your grasp, you headed into that night already feeling like you were on top of the world. Not one person believed that Drew Jolson had any chance of beating you Duke...but divine intervention saw to it that the world was shocked and you were left humiliated and defeated, laid out in the ring beside the man you had just sought to defeat.

Ever since then Duke you just haven't been able to get the best of me as at Red, White and Bruised despite the referees inept calls I beat you, I beat the fallen god one-two-three and again left you laid out in the ring. Even when I was just a harmless referee I left you drooling on the mat...face it Duke I am your superior and the sooner you accept this and fall to your knees before me, humbly worshipping me as your Goddess then the better off you will be. You need to do this Duke it will make your continuing falls to me the easier to stomach, but never more so than when I leave Mile High as the new FWA Champion. You have seen the falseness of your own divinity Duke so now can be the time where you embrace true immortality, not of your own but of someone you can truly and proudly worship.

She places a kiss upon the tip of the cross before dropping it at her feet and then picking up the syringe and dangling it in front of her face.

Gabrielle: I will absolve you of all your sins if you do so Duke, if you humbly take my words as gospel and pledge your undying love unto me then your use of these...performance enhancing drugs will be made right. Your blatant use of these drugs to seek success in the ring will be forgotten, cast aside as nothing more than a simple mistake of your lost past. After all despite your abuse Duke you never really succeeded beside holding the North American Championship for what seems like a forgettable moment in eternity. So your abuse, your cheating is easily forgotten when you pledge your existence to me...I will even forgive your sins against me, your blasphemy and most disturbingly when you burned my GaBibles.

The succulent Goddess then tosses the syringe suddenly towards the cameraman, it flies towards the camera before plunging down and embedding itself into the couch he sits upon, sticking into the black leather between his legs causing him to gulp hard as she just giggles.

Gabrielle: You kneeling before me Drazin is the only way I would ever forgive and forget that most repugnant of sins, taking my divine teachings and burning them, if you don't repent unto me for that then I will make you suffer. You will feel the full wrath of a Goddess for your crimes against me that is my personal prophecy for your future. Suffering and further embarrassment at the hands of The Goddess will be all that you have to look forward to, my wrath will consume your very existence.

She gets to her feet, running her hands over her posterior as she saunters over to the cameraman, that ever present smile upon her face as she leans in close to him, resting her hands either side of his head upon the couch. Her tongue softly runs across her lips momentarily exposing her new tongue piercing as her beautiful face and heaving breasts barely contained within the tight purple material that confines them fill the view of the camera.

Gabrielle: Hi there Darnell...yes now I turn my attention to you Mr. ladies man...the most beautiful of women; a Goddess turning her full attention upon you knowing that you would give anything for just one night with me...especially now.

She stands up straight and giggles as she playfully twirls her hair around her finger knowing that right now Darnell in his current predicament would be drooling as he watched her playfully sexual teasing.

Gabrielle: You've scaled to the greatest of heights in the past Darnell...for nineteen short days you reigned as the World Heavyweight Champion until the vile Snake Stu St.Clair took it from you. Now you're seeking to make up for that most abysmal of reigns at Mile High, though Stu doesn't stand in your way this time Darnell you should still be concerned sweetie...after all you will be locked in a cage with a Goddess determined to stake her claim as the greatest. A Goddess that you have lusted after in the past...

She then sits down next to the cameraman upon the leather couch which is embroided with the name: 'Darnell Porter'. She giggles playfully as she suggestively caresses her voluptuous caramel coated figure, running her hand over her breasts and down her stomach before rubbing her thighs. One of her hands flirts with her inner thigh, sliding under the hemline of her ultra short dress as she stares into the camera whilst coyly biting her bottom lip...her next words come forth as a succulent purr.

Gabrielle: You cant deny the feelings you have for me Darnell and now we will be locked inside a cage together when you've sworn off sex for thirty...long days. Thirty agonising days Darnell and you're going to have your hands all over the most delectable woman the world has ever known. Feeling the warmth and softness of my skin...the firmness of my perky round breasts pressed against you...mmm Darnell how you're every touch will linger exciting you so much to the point of...explosion.

She giggles as her hand continues to suggestively grope her thighs underneath her dress, she casts her attention down beside herself where a pack of condoms, a dozen chicory flowers and several sports trophies rest upon the couch. She reaches down with her free hand and picks up the condoms, smiling as she opens the pack with her teeth which makes the cameraman shift uncomfortably next to her. The Goddess just giggles before sliding the condom over her forefinger and holding it aloft in front of herself.

Gabrielle: How long has it been now...twenty eight days since you have had to temporarily retire 'little Darnell' and just watch as others have all the fun. I can only imagine how hard its going to be for you Darnell...a woman, a Goddess you can only ever just fantasise about tearing from my clothes in the throes of passion rolling around in the ring with you. Thoughts of our body's writhing against one another, our breath becoming shorter as we reach climax...bliss you can only imagine consuming your body, a rush you've never known as our sweat intermingles with each other. Darnell the things you would experience even in just one second with me, you would never forget a single touch for as long as you live...but your confined to self stimulation for a few days more. Every woman you have ever been with would pale in comparison...your divine orgasm would be both a blessing and a curse. Stimulation of unparalleled levels, making you moan in such joy that you could never relive, no other woman in your life would ever live up to me. Of course none of that matters Darnell...all you can do is touch...never to experience the sweetness of my every curve...

She lets her finger go limp and laughs teasingly as she slides the condom from it and tosses it to the purple carpeted floor. She brushes a few errant strands of her gorgeous hair out of her face as she gazes into the camera almost lovingly before she then leans back and lies down upon the couch next to the cameraman. Her hands softly cup one of her breasts as her other hand teases the bottom of her dress. She moans loudly causing the cameraman to shift in his seat once more as she slides one of her legs up till her foot is next to her other knee and though it gives him a perve of her lacy underwear those passionate blue eyes command his attention. Her hand then leaves her bosom as she grasps at the dozen blue flowers next to her and places them upon her curvy chest, the petals resting under her chin as she continues to tease her hand ever closer to her underwear. With one finger she beckons the cameraman closer and he kneels at her feet happily filming down at her laying there in her deliciously suggestive splendour.

Gabrielle: mmm Darnell...You can consider yourself a great ladies man all that you want Darnell but you pale in comparison to me and my time spent with both sexes. The woman you are used to are jut the typical ring rats that drop their panties for every wrestler that looks their way...believe me Darnell I know their type all too well. But I prefer a higher class, a woman worthy of squealing with delight at the touch of my...soft...wet...kiss. I've even managed to tame my flame haired Jennifer...so many have wished hopelessly for her hand held in a loving embrace lasting all eternity and now I happily call her my wife. Then of course there's Quelly...she would chew you up and spit you out Darnell like a plaything unable to handle her delectable ways of experiencing a climax. While you happily bed down with every woman that throws a glance your way, the ones you truly lust after such as myself wouldn't even give you the time of day. Just like my choice in women I prefer my men so much classier than you Darnell and more importantly as I've heard backstage...a little bigger too. I need the best of everything and you are just a little boy, using your money and the embrace of a few too many drinks for all your conquests.

You see I'm just like these flowers Darnell, these beautiful chicorys: desire...love...the unattainable. You desire me more than any other woman you've ever gazed upon, you would love me to the end of your mortal existence if only I let you...but of course Darnell I am unreachable beyond your wildest dreams. A beauty you would love to embrace...I've seen the pictures of me you wear on your tights whenever we have 'dated' in the past...and you showed to the world your bedroom...where on the ceiling rests a picture of me...

She suddenly presses her thighs together and sits up to rest on her elbows, her breasts magnificently shown off for the camera as her smile wilts away.

Gabrielle: How...disgusting that was Darnell...getting a glimpse into your bedroom where you lay there night after night now alone...thinking of me as you gaze upon me. That is as close as you will ever get Darnell, that lust you have for me satisfied as you lay in bed alone is all you have for thirty days then you can return to bedding down with your bimbos as you still fantasise of it being me. Your primal desire won't be alone after Mile High when you lay there it wont just be my breasts, my ass, my legs, my full lips or the taste of caramel that you wish to savour but the FWA Championship as well. Your every desire and dream captured in my perfect body Darnell, the opportunity to show to the world that Back In Business IV wasn't a fluke and you can be a great Champion will slip through your fingers as well. You'll still be remembered as an embarrassment and a failure who couldn't handle the pressure of standing atop the world. But still you have in your back pocket an opportunity at any Championship any time you want but when you cash that in Darnell it will be against me and you will fail again.

All your past accomplishments wont change your chances, your forgotten football career or time spent on the athletics track don't matter here Darnell. Then and there you may have been great but here and now it is a completely different story in an entirely different world...MY world Darnell. It matters not what you have done outside of the FWA, your fantasises of me in a cheerleader outfit with you in the lockeroom are just as big of a fantasy as you making up for your rather pathetic reign as World Heavyweight Champion by becoming the FWA Champion at Mile High. Darnell you couldn't even beat Rocky and Drew Jolson at Red, White and Bruised because your tonsils were a little sore. Winning the Mile High Massacre is my divine destiny Darnell...you will just have to live with getting to touch the only woman you can for thirty days...which I know you'll agree is a fitting runner-up prize. You may have given up sex for this shot at eternal glory but I saw the regret in your eyes when we were in the ring last week Darnell, that joy you had as your hands touched my body...when I lay there outside the ring I saw you staring down lustfully upon me. Now you will just have to gaze up at me Darnell with the FWA Championship around my waist and a gorgeous woman on my arm...the two things you want more than anything else in the world right now, but neither one is in your future.

The Divine Siren then lies back down and clutches the flowers back in her hands bringing them up to her face so she can smell their fragrant aroma. She smirks up towards the camera as she brushes the trophies aside with her long smooth legs letting them clatter and clang as they hit the floor. The cameraman backs off at her silent behest giving her space as she sits up and places the chicorys down beside herself on the couch and then gets to her feet, pressing her hands to her ass she ensures her dress still maintains her dignity...though the cameraman is all to happy to watch her pull the purple fabric tight to the curves of her ass. An all too knowing giggle radiates from her being as she begins to saunter further down the plane and take a seat upon one of the chairs, she crosses her legs and places her hands upon her knee, the cameraman admiring the curve of all that exposed caramel before her commanding eyes beckon him closer. Her soft voice breaks the silence as he comes to kneel at her feet and film upwards at her.

Gabrielle: Now for the current Champions future...the self proclaimed best in the world; Rocky Creed who rivals even Darnell in disappointing World Championship reigns. Remember what I told you just a few weeks ago Rocky?

That with your oh so very unspectacular crowning as FWA Champion that you would never be anything but a disappointing one. You have since done nothing but prove my point Rocky...The Great Siege has left you laid out in that ring so often that its just becoming embarrassing and pathetic on both our ends. You beat Darnell who was crippled by his tonsils and the tough opponent that is Drew Jolson and found yourself as the new FWA Champion. Finally after Matt Boudreau had made you his personal whipping boy...it was like watching a Lion toy with a mouse for month after month until it got bored. The now deceased Titan of Wresting played with you and even built up your ego just so he could crush you at your most confident...one...two...three matches in a row. It was Boudreau at his greatest and worst...showing how good he was and making a mockery out of you, but he also...built up that undeserved confidence of yours. Matt Boudreau made you what you are and sadly part of his legacy was making you think you're something special...he had to step aside leaving Darnell and Drew to stand in your way...in hindsight it almost seems like a gift from Matt making up for embarrassing you.

You are cursed to an abysmal Championship reign Rocky it began so pathetically, from the second that you're hand was raised in the air successful and your fans showed their ecstasy at seeing Rocky Creed finally do what he had been given chance after chance to do the enlightened saw it for the farce that it is. Now so do even the unenlightened fools amongst us but you brought it all upon yourself Rocky...you're the one that loudly stated that in your first match after becoming Champion you needed to prove yourself...but of course that did not happen. I put you're shoulders to the mat one, two...three and earned my way into Mile High. Then my good friend who's like a brother to me Zaire made you scream in agony as he tightly locked you in the Open Range before we left you face down in the ring watching my ass as I walked away triumphantly. That must have stung so much Rocky especially after the week before when Bullseye Johnson of all people came out and made a mockery of your celebration...how pathetic Rocky and it hasn't gotten any better for you since.

Her laughter carried by her voice so sweet and from between her lips so full and beautiful is cruel in its intent.

Gabrielle: You just haven't been able to get out of the blocks Rocky, you just cant prove to the world that you're an even remotely credible Champion. Half the time you haven't even bothered to wrestle, on the final stop before Mile High the FWA Champion was auspicious by his absence until the end of the show where you finally...finally stood tall. Over a month later and finally you had a single moment to bask in glory and look like a Champion...I can imagine you were so motivated to do so after all just one week prior you showed again why YOUR Idol Matt Boudreau is better than you when you lost to a...rookie. Or at least that's what you called him Rocky, just a simple rookie completely ignoring all of Chris Kennedy's past accomplishments all around the world and you paid dearly for that. The Astonishing One beat you in the middle of the ring with Andrew there supporting him so the Great Siege could leave you face down in the middle of the ring once again. Now at Mile High ignore Bullseye, Duke and Darnell you have to face Gabrielle; the immortal caramel coated Goddess and Andrew Johnson; the longest reigning Tag Team Champion in history as apart of Aut Pax Aut Bellum. We have both left you laid out over the course of your time atop the world and now you face both of us knowing that it is indeed one of us two that will tear your name from the FWA Championship belt.

Your entire reign can be summed up by being embarrassed, being left face down in the ring and by beating Brandon McGuinness. You're one proof of any dominance, of any semblance of being a worthy Champion was that pitiful victory over a nobody...Shane McLean wouldn't even accept him into his Union. You need to lose your ridiculous status as being the best that the FWA has to offer, that Championship you so arrogantly desecrate with your touch needs someone truly worthy, someone who will carry it with grace, dignity and respect...it needs someone divine. It needs me; Gabrielle to restore it to former glory...and history is on my side in every aspect Rocky. I won the Women's Championship that has since fallen from grace at the very first opportunity I got, just as I did with my first shot at the Tag Team Championships. You see Rocky unlike you I make the most of my every opportunity that I have earned, the FWA Championship will be no different, I have shown my superiority to you at every turn. It matters not what match we meet in Rocky unlike my pathetic ex you cannot beat me. Triple Threats, six person tag matches and most beautifully one on one I have always been the one who walks out triumphant against you it matters not how many people are involved...so Mile High will be no different.

You have reigned as a false Champion as a farce for long enough now all that is but mere moments away from ending, your fall from grace at the hands of an eternal being will be an immortal moment remembered forever as a showing of The Goddesses divinity. One that I will enjoy ever so much Rocky not just to finally become Champion as I have waited for so long or to make you crash back to reality for I will also enjoy punishing you for what you said about my friend Sally. Calling her a “trashy hoe bag” Rocky...really?

And you boys wonder why I prefer the company of women when all of you are so small minded and carelessly disrespectful. You see Rocky me and her are entering a...new stage of our...friendship and neither of us took kindly to what you called her, so I have promised to her and to Zaire to make you pay for it. Just because your own girlfriend little Christina lacks class doesn't mean you can just lump us all in one pile Rocky...its that thinking that saw me having to deal with the likes of Sara Wolf again and again when I should have been given even just one of those countless shots you have had gift wrapped and dropped into your lap. Now that is all over you have to try to stand on your own two feet...the gift wrapped opportunities are a thing of the past for I have I earned one myself and as I said before one is all I need.

She giggles as she leans forward and reaches down at her feet where she grabs what appears to be a gift wrapped in purple paper and tied with a pink ribbon. She sits back in the leather and holds the gift aloft in her hand as she begins to unwrap the bow which soon falls to the floor and leaves the paper to crumple open and reveal nothing inside.

Gabrielle: You see Rocky its empty, you had chance after chance to become the FWA Champion; Carnal Contendership matches, Money in the Bank matches, a series against Matt Boudreau and you failed every time. Just like you have been given chance after chance to prove that you are a worthy Champion but fell flat on your face every time. It is too late now for any easy chances, you've had that against a 'girl' and a 'rookie' already Rocky...no now you lose what you have strived for, for so long and what you have deluded the masses into believing you deserve because it is coming home with The Great Siege!

She uncrosses her legs and runs her hands along her thighs before getting to her feet once more giving an all to brief but unforgettable glance of her lacy underwear as she does. She pets the cameraman on the head before then once more walking further down the plane, the cameraman revelles in her scent and touch as he looks at where she had just sat finally noticing 'Rocky Creed' embroided in the back of this seat though he cant pay attention for long before he follows her scent towards the back of the plane. He has to brush aside a purple velvet curtain embroided in gold with 'The Great Siege' and steps inside what is a private area on the private jet. The vast array of flowers hang upon the walls between every window, the seating consists of a pair of long leather couches embroided with 'Andrew Johnson' and 'The Great Siege', a small table is beside each one where upon them rests a bottle of champagne and several stemware glasses. Gabrielle has already sat down at the end of one of the couches, sitting upon it sideways she rests her feet upon a light blue velvet pillow and holds a glass of the white champagne aloft in her hands. She waves at the cameraman and he comes closer sitting at the other end of the couch where he's greeted with her blowing a kiss to him or perhaps more likely to Andrew.

Gabrielle: Now last but defiantly not least my brother in arms Andrew I cast my attention upon you, one of my greatest rivals and now best and closest of friends. We have both known from the moment that this match was made official that despite any and every other name that was announced it would only ever be between us. We are the only two who have any chance of leaving Dallas as the FWA Champion, any other result would just be an embarrassment not only to us but to our brothers and sister in The Great Siege. But as proud as I would be to call you FWA Champion Andrew I have my heart and my divine being completely set upon claiming this Championship. I wont stab you in the back Andrew that I promise you as a dear friend but when the chance comes for me to win I will have to take it. We've spoken of this before; we'll still be friends inside and outside of the cage but you know I will do anything it takes to win just as I know that you will do everything you can to win...its why I so eagerly joined you Dan, Zaire and Sally. I know how good you are Andy better than anyone else, before we were friends alongside Dan you were one of my most bitter and tenacious rivals...who can ever forget Sinful Sensuality vs. Aut Pax Aut Bellum?

I learnt just how good you are long ago Andrew, you two were the only ones who could ever stop me and my Jenny as we brushed everyone else aside; the Shadowed Angels, boys like Draven and Eliot trying to strip us down to our underwear for the troops or even the great Matt Boudreau alongside Tommy Princeton we were unstoppable...it took the Great Aut Pax Aut Bellum to halt Sinful Sensuality. In turn we were the last team to beat you and Dan before your unprecedented five hundred and thirty two day long undefeated record, even prying the Tag Team Championships that you two so wonderfully represent from your vice like grasp. Unlike so many others Andrew I know and respect how good, how great you are not just as apart of THE greatest tag team of all time but an often ignored singles wrestler in your own right. Ever since Sinful Sensuality walked off into the moonlight you have had free reign over the tag team division...

A cheeky and playful smirk crosses her lips as she winks at the camera and then takes a sip of her expensive champagne before resting the stemware glass in her ample cleavage.

Gabrielle: Domination unprecedented from the moment that you left the ring in Madison Square Garden at Back in Business IV, looking back now even though I was left topless in the ring watching you leave with what was mine earlier in the night...I'm happy to be apart of where it all began for Aut Pax Aut Bellum. The reign that despite what your doubters say will put you in the Hall of Fame, the reign that has seen every tag team of the last several years try desperately but fail to dethrone you. Even the likes of Darnell Porter and James Sync have created ill fated friendships to try, enemies like Rebel and Baphomet have become friends to try, countless other teams have signed with the FWA but it has always ended the same way, with the same result that awaits Devin Golden and Ashley O'Ryan; Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward standing tall, showing the might of the Great Siege. Now you stand alongside me Andy vying for the greatest prize on offer...like I said you are under appreciated when you're in the ring outside of a tag team match, I know how brightly you could shine and I would be nothing but happy for you if you set another record and held two Championships at once...but I will do everything I can to leave Mile High with the FWA Championship around my gorgeous waist. You are good Andrew but I'm better and I have fought harder than anyone else to get where I am now and I will fight harder than everyone else to win.

Its not like you would be left empty handed though Andy, like I've said my victory is a victory for all of us and you will still be apart of Aut Pax Aut Bellum when all is said and done. We the Great Siege have taken control of Fight Night, we have dominated the farce of an FWA Champion week after week and now we will claim it as our greatest prize. I will defend it with honour in the name of the Great Siege making each and every one of us proud as more and more Championship gold finds its way to us. We are going to bring the change that we have promised to the FWA and Mile High is going to be our greatest step towards this, OUR greatest victory in the Siege we have lain upon this company. We aren't ignored anymore...week after week we have shown to the world why we are coming to wield absolute power in the FWA. It has become undeniable how good each and everyone of us are, those misguided and ultimately foolish statements against me, against Aut Pax Aut Bellum and our brothers and sister have grown more and more silent as each day passes. But soon enough all those same people will be in an uproar proclaiming our greatness, shouting from the rooftops that we are everything we have said we are all along...and once again we will do exactly as we have set out to do...bring the FWA Championship to where it belongs...amongst greatness that has passed everybody else by.

Gabrielle swings her legs around and lets them dangle over the edge of the couch and down to the floor, she finishes her glass of champagne and then places it upon the table before getting to her feet. She lightly pats her arse straitening out the hemline of her dress before walking through the velvet curtain with the cameraman in tow as she proceeds further towards the front of the jet, passing all her previous seats. Her hands disappear from view, possibly caressing her breasts as a giggle escapes her lips.

Gabrielle: The ladies man Darnell Porter...the fallen god Duke Drazin...the overachiever Bullseye Johnson...the false Champion Rocky Creed...the great Andrew Johnson...and the Goddess Gabrielle all locked inside a steel cage. All five mortals vie for victory but only one of them has any real chance of besting divinity. This night; Mile High 2010 will be a great night for the Great Siege; The Astonishing One Chris Kennedy will defeat that annoying surfer Nathan Neptune Nowland, The Nigerian Nightmare Jibade Jones will repeat what he did to Anthony on Fight Night last though this time take the Television Championship with him and I...will become FWA Champion. I will improve upon what Jillian De Silva and Moira Crawford have done in the past, I will be an immortal inspiration for women everywhere and a showing of the power of the Great Siege.

She pauses in front of the door to the cockpit and then turns around, so much more of her gorgeous caramel skin revealed as she's unbuttoned the front of her purple dress revealing her mostly sheer white lingerie that fails miserably to hide that tasty complexion of her skin. She lets the dress fall from her body completely and stands there in just her lacy white bra with a 'Captain' broach pinned to her left breast, matching white boy leg panties with a black faux belt along with her black gloves and black stockings leading down to her stilettos. She removes her purple forage cap and leans in close to the cameraman, the skin and full curve of her breasts visible through the sheer material that strategically thickens over her nipples as she places the hat upon his head and then produces a black and white captains hat which she delicately puts upon her head. Her scarf is the last thing to go, revealing a short black tie that yearns to be longer and plunge between those breasts.

Gabrielle: That cute little stewardess outfit may have given the appearance that I'm merely just apart of all this but I am in charge of this moment, I have woven so much of it and set in motion my divine destiny...I WILL leave Mile High as Champion and the FWA will fall to its knees and worship me and embrace the Great Siege's dawn of change for the better.

She giggles and smiles into the camera with her eyes glowing that bright blue before she turns and opens the door, letting the cameraman admire the way her panties much like her bra fail to hide her skin or the curve of her buttocks which sway with her every step before the door swings shut and conceals her. Revealing the golden lettering upon it 'Gabrielle'...before everything fades to a promising darkness blessed by her last words...

Gabrielle: In the Goddesses words there is nothing but truth, in her heart nothing but love, in her mind nothing but desire and forever in her hands nothing but divine ability and the occasional crop...the Goddess will always reign supreme...Gabrielle 1.1

A soft beautiful giggle then silence...
 

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Never been a huge fan of long ass promos to be truthful. Takes away from almost everything. Seems like the person is trying too hard you know? Nothing against you, just my preference.
 

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No worries no offence taken, they can be a pain to read but that was for a big 6 person World Title match, when I was writing it I actually cut out about 2000 words from what I had originally written, but couldn't bring myself to make it any shorter.
 

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I know I've had my grooves where I just couldn't stop. I wish I had access to some of my old UCW stuff with The Rock. Specially my stuff with Shaven's Cena or JKDog's Kofi. Although against Shaven's Cena we decided to tear it up. He came at me with a 5 page TT and said "Bring it" and I returned the favor with a 7 page TT. heh... mannnn that was fun.
 

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This one is one of my earlier Phoenix works. I still got plenty of promos of her to post here. But this is just a taste of some of the stuff I had her do.

*Standing at a podium in a church, Phoenix looks over the congregation of women that have gathered. The medium sized church is packed from wall to wall. Her followers are in the front few pews while there are hundreds of others that have heard of the speaking engagement and wanted to come and see what it is all about. But what is different is that Phoenix has one woman in a red coat and one in a black coat at either side of her. As she glances down at the podium she looks back up over the sea of women and starts to speak.

Phoenix: The time is at hand. The time is at hand and decisions must be made. Things must be done. Time is only a vapor in the grand scheme of things. Your time has already been decided how long it will be before you will expire. All of you out there that have arrived here tonight have come for one thing. To search what you don’t know of.

*Phoenix pauses to gaze as some of the women look for spots and take a seat.

Phoenix: So to start off I’ll tell you all this right now. The doors are open and if you do not want anything to do with this then leave now. If you do not want to be committed then leave now. If you feel you can’t stay one hundred percent committed than leave now. I have no time for half assers or anybody that cannot give me their full devotion. Anybody that gives me less than what I demand will suffer dire consequences. So leave now.

*A few women get up from their seats and leave while others push themselves off the wall and leave. The church is still rather full after the dismissals.

Phoenix: I will provide a second time to leave in due time. Now what I have to present to you is the way. The way, the truth, and life. To my left and right are my top two women. The ones that have been there since the beginning and were the first to give me everything they had. They gave up their jobs, their livelihoods, their families to follow me. All they know how to do is whatever I tell them. All they know is simple obedience. Whatever I tell them to do they will do. They’ve been so devoted that they now have identities. Kitana is in the red and Marina is in the black. These two are the co leaders of my two groups. The red and the black.

In time there will be a chance for all of you back there watching, listening to join me, to join my followers and become one with Phoenix. To be one with me. And it is like I said, I will accept nothing more than total surrender to me. The price to follow me is extremely high, but it is not for everyone. Those women that already walked out knew within themselves that they don’t have what it takes. They will continue to follow man, and follow his teachings, believe what he says to be true and will wander in life aimlessly. There will always be a shred of doubt inside of them wondering if what they do will matter. On their own what they will do will not matter. Kitana, Marina, and the others learned that their lives meant nothing before they joined my cause. Since they have joined they have had everything within their dreams a reality.

They now have a purpose in life, they now have meaning, they now have something to strive for. I gave them meaning, I gave them purpose, I gave them a reason to continue living. I gave them a leader that is willing to be there with them. A leader that will show them where they are to go, what they are to do, how they are to do it. I’ve given them everything that they never had. And now I present to you your last and final opportunity to leave or become one of them and follow me.

The price is leaving everything you once knew. Husbands, boyfriends, kids, jobs, money, accounts, babies, everything. None of you are to have anything. Nothing except what I permit, nothing except what I allow. You will lose your identity and will only be able to regain it once I give it to you. You will lose everything you once held dear and all that will matter from here on out will be me, pleasing me, worshipping me, following me. You will be a part of my army. But that is the price. Leave all, leave everything. And never, never question anything I ever tell you to do. I don’t ask you, I tell you, I demand you, I command you. Any faltering will result in punishment. I will not tolerate weakness. So choose now, the doors will automatically seal shut in one minute.


*Phoenix turns her back to the congregation as more women start filing out quietly one after the other. After the minute is over Phoenix turns around to see there are still a good number of women left in the room.

Phoenix: Kitana, Marina, seal the exits. Anybody that did not exit the church in time bring them back to me at once.

*The two walk down the steps and down the aisles. They find four women pounding the door pleading and crying on their knees as Kitana and Marina take them by the arms and drag them back in the church. They drag them up the aisle and leave them at the base of the steps leading up to the podium. Phoenix walks down the steps and stands over them.

Phoenix: So what is it that scares you? What is it that you are fearing? What is it that has caused you to want to try to run away from such a just cause as what I have to offer?

*The women continue crying on their knees.

Phoenix: I see. Kitana, escort these women out of here.


*Kitana takes the women and leads them out of the church. She opens the door and pushes them out then closes it and locks it. She walks back up the aisle and stands next to Phoenix.

Phoenix: I am pleased with the turn about. I am sure that the lots of you will make a fine addition to my army. Now will my people move these pews out of the way so my new people can meet me in front.

*At her command her followers start getting the pews up and pushing them out of the way. Once space is made they make a circle around the area. Phoenix looks at the space then speaks.

Phoenix: I want the entire new breed to stand from their seats and enter the circle now. Once in the circle I want you on your knees with your chests touching your knees and your faces down on the floor.

*The women arise from their seats and walk towards and enter the circle. One by one they crowd in and get down on their knees with their faces to the floor.

Phoenix: And now as a symbol that you will not only do anything and everything I ask you but also as a way to strip you of all that you have left I want you all to take off everything you have but stay in that position. Now.

*Phoenix starts walking around the inside of the circle watching each and every new woman in the group as they start to find a way to remove each article of clothing they have.

Phoenix: I want you to leave the clothing in front of you.

*They do as they are told as they are all on their knees naked.

Phoenix: Okay. I’ve seen some of you and I am disgusted by what I have seen. Such disturbing rolls, such nasty fat that will be worked off because I will not tolerate that. Then there are others that I am sure will be a fine addition to my army. Now since the coats for each of you are not here but are the next location we will reassemble there. And I want all of you there as you are now. I will see you all shortly. None of you are to move until I say so.

*Phoenix motions as Kitana, Marina, and the others start to leave the room with Phoenix leading them.

Phoenix stops at the door that leads to the hallway of the church and turns around to the women.

Phoenix: I want you all to meet me at the warehouse. You have one hour. You may get up and leave now.

*The camera fades out watching Phoenix lead her women out into the hallway of the church towards the exit.
 

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I would, but I never save them, so I lost half of them when our former site crashed (back in late 2010/early 2011). The other's I can't be bothered to go to a dead board and fish for. And the ACW ones are lost too, of course.
 

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Yeah like if they struck me after I wrote them... I saved them. Or some I would write, save, go to work, come back, finish and wound up saving. Plus the fed is still standing so I can go back there and find some of those still. Oh yeah and I do plan on posting one of my more violent matches. Like due to the fact it was a little after the death of Benoit I asked if the ending of the match was okay.

But yeah I still got a few more. I wanna post the series that I did that was the initial beginning of Phoenix in the ring. Those will come soon as well.
 

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Okay... this match is the culmination of my two characters finally having their one on one encounter. Some of the back story cause the whole thing is pretty long. But these two are my brain children. Slim is the man. Phoenix, whom at one time was known as Ivy, was his wife. They traveled from fed to fed to fed and they are here in the NWF. They are normally good together and as a team they were nearly unstoppable. But there were rifts here and there and it always looked like they would wind up fighting each other but they always managed to make up. But then I was like... its time to finally pull that trigger so I went to the owner of the fed and I gave him my idea and he gave me full creative control to run with it. The feud was always there but never full fledged as they never were on opposite ends of the ring... 3 months of pure build up led to a triple threat match because Slim was the equivalent to the IC champion at the time... Slim/Phoenix/Syco was the match and Phoenix wound up making sure Slim didn't leave the match as champion. Their match was already booked for the biggest pay per view of the year. Our big show was Summer Shock... and with my build up and everything added to it... it was dubbed the Co-Main event of the evening. No title on the line and it was the Co Main event. I was like... SWEEEEET. I did all the promos and everything... 4 a piece for both of them. And I wrote the entire match. I won't post all 8 promos unless its wanted. It'd have to be done in order though cause they did piggy back off of each other. But I wrote this match not too long after Benoit did what he did and I wasn't sure if the ending would be acceptable so I ran it by the Owner and he said it'd be aight. I asked a few others and they said they were cool with it so I kept the ending. So minus commentary... this is the match. And you'll understand why it's only been done once :p

Dacia: This match is scheduled for one fall. It is called the Phoenix Torture Chamber. The only way to win this match is … via hanging your opponent from the hangman’s noose.

The cell starts to lower down over the ring. The stage crew is handling the hell in a cell structure and put it in place then set up two tables on three sides of the ring.

Dacia: Introducing first from Miami Florida. She is being accompanied to the ring by Kitana and Marina. She weighs in tonight at 150 pounds. Former TV, hardcore, and tag team champion. Here is PHOENIX!

The lights turn out as a line of women in red coats walk down one side of the aisle and a line of women in black coats walk out the other side down the aisle. They are all holding rods with flames at the ends. “Cloud Nine” by Evanescence starts to play as the arena turns crimson red. It starts raining blood from the rafters on the stage as Marina and Kitana walk out on stage first. After which Phoenix shows up in between the two of them holding her red cane. Drenched in the blood-like substance she leans over and kisses Marina, then turns to the other and kisses Kitana. The three of them walk down the ramp towards the cell door. Phoenix turns around and sends the lines of women to the back. Marina and Kitana go to the corner with the two seats and sit there while watching Phoenix inside the ring looking at the chairs, bats, handcuffs, random bags, and other weapons in the ring. She then looks at the ceiling and sees a noose hanging.

”Cloud Nine” starts to fade and the lights turn from crimson red to a midnight blue as ”Til I Collapse (remix)” by Eminem feat. 50 Cent and Tupac starts to play to a mixed reaction from the crowd with cheers overriding the boos. A white spotlight is shone on stage as Slim appears with Taniya by his side. A shower of pyro rains behind the two of them over the entrance.


Dacia: And her opponent, being accompanied by Taniya, from Hollywood California. He weighs in at 275 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, this is SLIM!

The crowd starts to cheer a bit more as the couple walk down the aisle hand in hand looking at the cell. When they reach the door one of the refs opens the door as Taniya kisses Slim on the cheek and walks to the opposite corner of Kitana and Marina and sits in her chair.

Phoenix looks down at Slim with a smile as he returns the smile entering the cell. As soon as Slim closes the door behind him a referee runs around to make sure that it stays shut. But does not lock it. Keeping his eyes on Phoenix he reaches for the ropes and holds on to it tight. Phoenix backs to the opposite end of the ring and leans back first against the ropes letting him come in unopposed. He hops up on the apron and enters through the top and middle ropes still keeping an eye on her as she pushes herself off of the ropes and walks towards the center of the ring. They start a stare off as the referee inside the ring signals for the bell.

They walk up face to face, nose to nose as the smiles fade. Phoenix keeping a bit of calmness about her while Slim is seen starting to tense up a little bit. Words are being uttered between the two but are not audible. Slim is pointing towards her corner while she is pointing towards his corner then she pushes Slim back. Slim takes a moment and looks at his fist but as soon as he looks back up Phoenix swings for Slim’s face and connects to the cheek staggering him. She stands her ground waiting for Slim to regain his composure. After he does he holds his face and looks at her. She gives a smile and puts her fists up in a fighting position. Slim winks at her as he puts his fists up in a fighting position as well.

He eases slowly towards her then surprises her with a lunging clothesline knocking her down to the mat. He looks down at Phoenix and starts stomping wherever he can. Face, chest, arm, hand, stomach, leg. He eventually mounts on top of her and starts furiously unleashing punch after punch after punch on her. She manages to wiggle free and gets her arms up to start blocking the onslaught of punches. Slim eventually lets off of her and backs away giving her time to get up to her feet. She sits up and looks at him with a look of fury. She gets up to her feet and all that can be seen in her face is rage and fire.

Standing mid ring Slim puts his fists up and challenges her to come at him. Phoenix rushes at him but he picks her up and slams her back down to the mat with a thunderous spine buster. He leans down and picks up both of her legs. He raises his foot up and stomps her on the stomach. As she rolls to her side clutching her stomach he picks her up by the hair and raises her up to her feet. Without hesitation Phoenix delivers a low blow with her foot sending Slim down on both knees. And with a smile she gives him another kick to the side of the head sending him down to the canvas.


Phoenix drags Slim over to the corner and then she climbs up the turnbuckles. She turns around, drops on the top rope and delivers a split legged moonsault. After which she goes to a corner of the ring and picks up the steel chair. As Slim is rolling over now on both knees about to get back up she sneaks behind him and hits him in the back sending him down stomach first into the canvas. As he starts to rise again she delivers another blow that sends him back down. And before he can try to get up again she delivers another blow, and then another, and then one more.

She leaves the chair and walks to the corner where Kitana and Marina are seated and motions one of them to get over there. Phoenix exits the ring as Kitana gets up from her seat and hands her the blade through the mesh cell wall. Phoenix slides back in under the bottom rope and walks over to Slim. As she leans down to pick him up Slim reaches up and slaps her in the face. Phoenix, now infuriated, mounts on top of him. She takes out the knife from her boot and raises it high and then shouts in his face.

Phoenix: YOU’RE IN MY HOUSE! BITCH!

She then digs it into his forehead. Taniya rises from her seat and rushes to the side of the cell screaming as Phoenix continues to dig and then drag the knife across his forehead as blood starts oozing out from the cut. Slim finally manages to regain enough composure to get an arm up and hits her in the side of the face. Persistent she keeps trying to dig as he hits her again and this time the force of the blow knocks her off of him. He feels his forehead and sees the blood that has drenched his hand. He gets up to his feet as Phoenix rises back up and they have another stand off. Slim slowly leans down and reaches and grabs the chair next to him while keeping his eyes on Phoenix. He rises back up and clutches the chair with both hands. Phoenix inches closer holding the blade high as Slim inches closer. She swings with the knife but it connected with the chair and falls to the canvas. With that moment of hesitation with the lost knife Slim rears back and delivers a thunderous blow between her eyes sending her down to the canvas.

He drops the chair and drops down to his knees and crawls over to Phoenix looking at her. He stares at her for a second before grabbing her by the hair and drags her out of the ring. He pulls the handcuffs off of the cell and puts one of them on her wrist. He picks her up and leans her against the fence and handcuffs one of her arms to the cell. He takes the other handcuff and handcuffs that one to the wall. He picks up the chair next to him and holds it under her chin forcing her to look up with groggy eyes.

Slim: YOU’RE IN MY HOUSE NOW! BITCH!

He rears back and delivers a baseball swing straight to Phoenix’s skull causing her body to go limp. The blood starts flowing profusely from the opening made by the direct hit. At that moment Kitana and Marina quickly arise from their seats and run inside the cell. Kitana rounds the corner and is running at Slim while Marina slides in the ring under the bottom rope. When Kitana gets close enough Slim takes a swing but she backs away. Then Marina does a suicide dive and connects with Slim knocking him backwards into Phoenix causing him to lose the chair in hand. Then the two of them start pounding on Slim as Taniya looks on in horror. She gets up to her feet and starts making her way to the cell door. She reaches near the corner of the ring and takes a bag and holds on to it tightly. Marina notices her and starts making her way around the ring toward Taniya. Taniya takes the bag and tosses it at Marina and as the bag opens, pieces of broken glass fly out splattering all over Marina’s face causing her to fall down and clutch on to her face.

Taniya starts charging after Kitana on the outside of the ring but Kitana is prepared for her and hits her with a straight kick knocking her backwards. Kitana charges at Taniya and spears her down on the hard ringside area. She goes back towards Phoenix and pulls out the key from her pocket and uncuffs Phoenix as she falls down to the floor in a heap. At that moment Slim has gotten back up and looks up at Kitana and she stares at Slim and starts to back away.

Slim picks up Phoenix and rolls her into the ring and slides in after her. Kitana slides in the ring slowly still staring down Slim. Slim takes his eyes off of her to pick up Phoenix and she charges at Slim but Slim was waiting for her and picks her up and slams her back down with a thunderous spine buster. He turns back to Phoenix and is about to pick her up and she delivers a low blow.

Showing signs of life Phoenix, with her face now covered in blood, lifts her head up from the pool of blood that was formed from her gash. She wipes her eyes and licks some of the blood from around her lips and smiles. She looks down at Slim and starts to get him up to his feet.

Phoenix: WHAT YOU GOING TO DO NOW!

Slim lunges forward and clothesline Phoenix still alive in the match. He quickly gets back up to his feet and takes his hand wiping it across his forehead getting the blood off and wipes it on his chest. He picks Phoenix up and holds her in a headlock and delivers a thunderous DDT sending her back down to the canvas. He takes her by the hair and drags her across the ring. Slim slides out under the bottom rope and pull her out with him. Slim pushes the door open and drags her out with him.

He walks around to one side of the cell and hoists her up on his shoulder and starts to climb. He looks inside the ring and hears screams bellowing from the lungs of Taniya as Kitana and Marina both have her inside the cell scratching, kicking, and clawing at her. Slim drops off the cell, drops Phoenix on the floor and rushes around to get inside the ring. Before he gets in he reaches under the ropes and pulls out a bat wrapped in barbwire. Kitana and Marina start to step back as Slim slides in and rush over to Taniya’s aid. A look of anger takes over Slim as he slowly gets up to his feet and starts to stalk the two women. Kitana slides out from under the ropes and runs around the side of the ring and out the cell as Marina backs into a corner. With nowhere to go she covers her bloody face with her arms. Slim gets closer and closer to her until he is standing right in front of her.

He drops the bat, takes her by the hair and pulls her out of the corner. He puts her in a headlock, drapes her arm over his head and lifts her up in a standing suplex position. He then turns her mid air and drops her on her head in an inverted piledriver and she crumples in a lifeless heap inside the ring connecting with the Slimminator. Taniya starts to regain herself and is standing on her own. Slim looks around the ring and sees Kitana near the tables. He exits the ring and is about to go after her until he hears a voice.

Phoenix: UP HERE BITCH!

Slim changes his focus immediately seeing Phoenix up on top of the cell and he begins to climb up the cell. As he reaches the top he is met by Phoenix trying to stomp on his fingers to knock him off. Hanging on with one hand he manages to grab hold of one of her feet when she tried to stamp down and trips her up almost sending her over the cell to the floor. As she falls down on the cell roof Slim pulls himself up on top of the cell quickly and goes after Phoenix. She rolls backwards and is back on her feet and puts her fists up preparing for a slug fest.

Slim shakes his head as he puts his fists up as well. As Slim is about to close in he hears her voice.
Taniya: SLIM! LOOK!

Slim looks around and then finds Kitana as she has the top table covered in gasoline and is drenching the second table in it as well. With the momentary distraction Phoenix charges at Slim and delivers a spinning wheel kick to the chin sending Slim down on top of the cell. Kitana starts climbing up the cell as Taniya exits the cell and gets to the opposite side waiting to start climbing.

When Kitana reaches the top of the cell Taniya starts climbing. Phoenix manages to pick Slim up with the help of Kitana and gets him to his feet. Kitana and Phoenix work to get Slim up on her shoulder as Taniya runs at Kitana from across the cell causing the two of them to drop Slim on the cell and take notice as Taniya spears Kitana. Phoenix kicks Taniya in the face as she is about to get up sending her back first against the roof.

Phoenix mounts on top of Taniya and starts punching her repeatedly in the face until she stops squirming with blood running down her face and now covering Phoenix’s hand. She takes her blood drenched fist and licks some of the blood before spitting it back out in Taniya’s face. She gets up and picks Taniya up and drapes her over her shoulder and carries her over to the opposite side of the cell where there are two tables set up. On the other side of the roof Kitana is back up and is punching and kicking Slim to make sure he stays down.

Phoenix makes sure she has a good grip on Taniya as she flips her off of her shoulder causing her to do a flip as she crashes through both tables down to the hard floor. Marina has scrambled outside the cell and is standing near the gasoline soaked tables and then lights the bottom table on fire. The fire from the first table raises high enough to get the second table lit. Marina backs away from the burning tables as the heat intensifies. Fans in the front row also back away from the intense heat. Kitana is still kicking at Slim as Phoenix starts to get back over there but is too late.

As Kitana goes for a kick Slim catches her foot and pushes her backwards sending her plummeting to the floor missing both tables. Marina sees this and stands in the way as some sort of protection. Kitana falls on top of Marina with a loud thud and they both lay on the ringside floor motionless. Seeing this Phoenix grows enraged as she gets to Slim as he is managing to get back up to his feet slowly. She turns Slim around so he is facing her and kicks him in the gut. Bending over Phoenix gets him in a head lock looking to deliver a DDT. She takes Slim by the pants and lifts him up off of the roof for an inverted DDT and falls backwards crashing through both flaming tables as they go up in smoke and the two of them lay there motionless.

The refs are tempted to check on them but keep their distance. Marina starts moving a little and manages to roll Kitana off of her as she lays there in a heap. She pulls herself up to her feet barely as Phoenix also starts to move. Slim continues to lay there motionless as Marina makes her way over to Phoenix and helps her up to her feet. The two of them drag Slim around the corner in front of the cell and pull him inside the cell. The two of them try to get him up inside the ring but are too drained to do so.

Phoenix turns towards the entrance ramp and motions as some of the women come down to the ring and roll Slim inside the ring as Phoenix falls to both knees on the outside of the ring not able to hold herself up any longer. The women get Slim up and roll him to the center of the ring. They get the noose around his neck and wait. Phoenix crawls outside the entrance door and takes hold of the secondary controls for the cell and starts to raise the cell up as Slim’s feet are no longer touching the canvas and the bell immediately starts to ring as Phoenix drops the control and falls on her back.

Dacia: The winner of… the match. Phoenix.

The fans stand in awe and are stunned seeing the sight inside the ring as well as the carnage around the ring. EMTs rush down to the ring with stretchers but the women keep the EMTs away from Phoenix and Kitana as they hoist them up over their heads and carry them up the ramp. The refs rush inside the ring and cut the rope sending Slim down to the canvas still motionless. The other EMTs are strapping Taniya to the stretcher and start pushing her up the ramp.