Protean's Roleplay!

Albuquerque, New Mexico.

This is getting ridiculous.

What did I say when I first arrived here? I said that I would lead by example; that I would be going out on top of this company - heck, this business as a whole. And I ask you, how do you expect me to do that when I can't even get a fair match in this company? Never mind the fact that your esteemed President seems more interested in giving air time to his wife and two nobodies playing out generic feud number five than he does to guys like me and Sirus Moran who can still pack 'em into the PWA Dome night after night. All I'm asking for is a little recognition of what I've achieved in this business, and what I can still achieve, when I'm allowed to do what I do best - which is wrestle.

If I wanted to get choked out with political red tape I'd renew my contract with the CWA, or - god forbid - condescend to place a call to David Blazenwing. But I don't, and I never have. And I was foolish enough to think that PWA was different; I deluded myself into believing that here talent would be rewarded above presidential preference. What? You still think maybe I was right? Let's take a look at the line-up for Genesis by way of an example... You've got your president's brother and his on-again, off-again nemesis in the main event. You've got XTC, who hasn't done anything worthwhile in this business since... god... ACW maybe? HiC? Never? Taking on the Notch, who as far as I knew had been retired for years, and certainly hasn't done anything even slightly note-worthy since the days of UW back in 2002. And then you've got the most quickly to the boil feud of all time between Wilkie and Brymstone coming to a head in an ambulance match which couldn't pick up fan heat if you set the fucking ambulance on fire.

And where am I, you ask? The undefeated, former UWA Universal Champion, who unlike the rest of the roster is actually famous for his recent achievements? Right down near the bottom of the card, in a triple threat match against a rookie and the woman who is single-handedly destroying whatever style and image the Grizzly Beer title once had.

It almost makes me wish I'd stayed retired. Almost. But then I hear Matt Attict trying to calling me out from all the way over in Miami Beach based on maybe one and a half lines from a promo I was directing at Jamie Flynn, and I remember just how much my name still means in this business, no matter how hard the old school crowd may try to deny it.

I don't even need to bother talking about my match this week, do I? If there's any doubt in anybody's mind as to what's going to happen, just go check my tapes; go take a look at what I've been doing, night in and night out for the past three years. Go check any of those tapes...

... except last week's.

See You Space Cowboy.

Fade.

Sirus Moran's Roleplay!

Sirus “I wish to welcome my opponent for Rampage to my country!”

Sirus looks around in the park that he’s standing in. He’s wearing a pair of jeans, a white Brothers Grimm shirt and is holding onto ‘Al’.

Sirus “Right. Not my country, but my country away from my country. I welcome you to the United States of America! A land of opportunity, a land of free thinking, a land of Big Macs!

Right, you have those. You’ve had them for almost two decades now. Right. So, um, welcome a land that embraces sport! Wrestling! Basketball! Football! Soccer .. well, maybe not. But, Hockey! Well, kinda I guess. They do seem to love their car racing and bowling down here though. You ever wonder what would happen if one of their drivers had their blinker turned on the wrong way for the entire race. I mean they go around in circles, it must drive the other guys nuts.”

Sirus shakes his head in distaste.

Sirus “Well, anyway, welcome to a land that embraces the differences in people and strives for equality. Well, they’re getting better at it, really they are. You’ll fit in just fine. I mean here we have a sport dominated by North American males, and here you are with a match for me just before you take on Grifter and myself for the tag team titles! You must feel very proud for what you’re doing for yourself and the rest of you. This will be a great day indeed!”

Sirus smiles at the camera with his arms folded acro2s his chest.

Sirus “I mean, this is great! Nations coming together without borders. Well, with less restrictions about borders. Well, it might be harder for Canadians to get in the US soon, but still. I mean, coming from Russia? At one time the only way you guys could live over here is to defect from a sport team or be bought through the mail! Now you live here under your own free will and pay taxes like the rest of us!”

This time Sirus doesn’t look as happy.

Sirus “I look forward to our match very much. I normally get put against huge people who have a good foot and 75 pounds on me, it’s refreshing to take someone that’s a bit more my size. Although, with your weight, you must be pretty muscular .. and hey, that’s fine with me. People have to be comfortable with their bodies no matter what they are. And you don’t have to worry about me in the ring, incase you were. I don’t go after those .. sensitive parts of the body like my cousin Randall might. I play be the rules and I’m a gentleman. When we’re in there, come at me with all you have with a clear mind and no frets.”

… hunh?

Sirus “Don’t get me wrong, you might have a great physique but … ah, listen to me talk. Valerie might get upset with the way I babble. What was my point earlier? Oh right, I welcome you and your partner there to the States, even if I myself am from Canada. We’ll be squaring off in the PWA building, a place of great history for myself and others. It’s a place where I first got my big start and have a lot of great memories and I hope you’ll have the opportunity to feel the same. And don’t worry, there are a few big change rooms for social gatherings, but there’s also a change room set aside for you. That way none of the guys will try and take a peek, ok?”

.. .the hell?

Sirus “Well, I know this is a little short, but I don’t really know much about you. So please, take the time to respond to me so I have a better idea of who I’m dealing with. Maybe you and your partner can go out for a coffee with me and Valerie? It’ll be like a double date. Of course, we’d have to bring along our kid .. he’s 4 months old but very well behaved. So, just let us know what you two think.

And like I said, I’ve fought women before and none of them had anything to complain about. Ask Sandra if you like. I treat you the same way as I would men. That also means that I will be facing you at full throttle. So until then, take care Kristina.”

Cameraman “Oh .. ok. No, your opponent is Kristian, not Kristina.”

Sirus “Really? Hold on. [Sirus digs out a piece of paper from his back pocket, puts on a pair of glasses and reads it.] So it is. Ah well, what could I have possibly said that would sound wrong? I’m good.

Want a beer?”

Cameraman “Uhhhhh … sure.”

Fade out …

Kristian Nikolie Responds!

Kristian- “I will now read a chapter from the Holy Bible. Chapter 5 Genesis, book….2… Ahem!…And God layeth a rest on the 7th day, and he did looketh back on his work, and said ‘Oh Shit, I made it round’”

The Scene opened up slowly to a shot of Kristian sitting in a big leather chair, holding the bible and wearing some reading glasses.

Kristian- “Hello and welcome to another Russian Story Time”

Kristian cleared his throat and opened up the bible again. searching through a few pages.

Kristian- “Whoa, how did this picture of our virgin mary get in here?”

He turned the bible upside down and a centerfold fell down. Kristians face went white.

Kristian- “Ahem, excuse me.”

The closed the book.

Kristian – “Well let me tell you a story of when I was in the home world.”

Mikail walked in and sat down in a leather chair next to Kristian taking a sip of his smirnoff drink next to him.

Kristian-“back in our old home land, we had a friend, his name was Suris Narom, he was a goat farmer. A really good one at that. He was just a goold ol’ boy, he didn’t mean no harm.”

Mikail- “But the one thing Suris did, was talk to himself a lot. And to his goat, as if his goat was talking back. He also had a brother, Retfirg Narom, he wasn’t as weird, but he liked to help his brother a lot, which was nice.”

Kristian took a sip of his own smirnoff ice, smacking his lips at the puckering taste.

Kristian- “But, one day Suris crossed pathes with us. He said somethings and it made Mikail very angry. I told Mikail not to get invovled and Suris told Retfirg not to get involved either. Now this man loved his vodka, he would get drunk. All the time. Or he would have alittle bit on the side. You know what I mean?

Mikail nodded not saying a word.

Kristian- “So me and Suris duked it out, a real fist fight, no other weapons, just our fists”

Kristian took another sip of his vodka.

Kristian- “I dropped Suris like a hot potatoe”

Mikail- “Like a hot potatoe”

Kristian looked at Mikail and then looked back at the camera.

Kristian-“There Is a Moral to this story, Moran, Don’t get in the way of a russian and his goals, That day I had to a goal, to go home and see my mother, Today, I have a goal, to beat you and go onto Genesis and win the Tag Team Titles.”

Kristian finished off his smirnoff and placed it down softly, licking his lips softly.

Kristian- “Sirus, Where do you get off, saying we were brought here to defect a sport team, or brought through the mail. I don’t even know what that means, and frankly, I don’t know what to know.”

Kristian leaned back in his chair.

Kristian- “I’ll make you a deal, Sirus, In our match, we’ll have a good sportsmanship wrestling match, we’ll shake hands, and In the end we’ll be friends and pals, and whatever the hell you Canadian-Americans want to be”

Mikail piped up

Mikail- “Um, I think its just friends.”

Kristian- “Right, But still. What he said about last night, he was refering me to a women all night, and I find that disrespectful, very disrespectful. I mean, how you could ever mix up, Kristian with Kristina, I was hurt when I found out your compliments were directed to me being a women.”

Mikail- “He sounds like a straight up asshole, Kristian”

Kristian- “He Sure does… But like I said, Im not going to let, personal emotions get into this match, infact, I’m going to still have a great traditional wrestling match with Sirus, no matter what the conditions.”

Mikail- “And Afterwards we’ll all have a great laugh!”

Both men laughed hardy laughs as they clanged both they’re bottles together. The scene faded as both men chugged they’re bottles back.

Psycho Sandra Roleplay!

Sandra is in a ring, sitting in a corner with a pouty expression on her face as her trainer leans against the ropes, looking at her.

"How do you feel?"

Sandra stands up, and kicks her bag out of the ring. "How do I feel? I feel.... y'know, I don't really know -how- to feel! I mean, I'm the Grizzly Beer champ! How bad-ass is that??"

Her trainer grins. "You deserve it, kid. You did a good job. Just don't get cocky."

"I can't afford to get cocky, I've got a three way match against Protean and... Jade?? Who's this bitch?"

He shrugs. "Never heard of her."

Sandra shakes her head. "Y'know... it sucks not being the only girl. The last time I was in a fed with another female wrestler, she called the move the 'Hurricane Anna"."

Sandra shudders.

"That kinda thing really pushes my buttons... but y'know, maybe this is a good thing! Instead of just being known as 'the girl', I'll just be known as 'the best'! I could use this as my opportunity to prove that I'm more than a walking-talking-fighting vagina."

"Geez, Sandra..." Her trainer says with a grimace. "Look, you've also got to fight against Draven. Now I know Chamelion's going to be there too, but you'd better be prepared. If I know that bastard, he'll have a lead pipe stashed under the ring and a truck stashed behind the stage."

Sandra shrugs, and stretches. "Hey, no big deal. He's just pissy. He's an ass with an agenda, and I'm getting pretty tired of being a punching bag for him and his 'posse of evil' he's got going on. So, anything I should work on specifically?"

"Well, your match against Draven is closer than that title match, so I'd suggest working on some team work with the hubby."

Sandra looks at him, confused. "But, Chamelion is at work and--"

"--he can take some time off to practice." Chamelion says, climbing into the ring. "Have to take things seriously if we want to give Draven some punishment, don't we?"

Sandra grins. "Nothing can bring to people together than a good beat down, huh baby?"

Fade.

Chamelion's Addition!

Rage. It can be a detriment, or it can be a uselful tool. Chamelion's rage still boils inside him after Draven's actions at Rampage, and while he was gun ho to make the handicap match, he admits concern for putting his wife back into physical contact with the deranged lunatic.

He remembers years ago when Sandra was kidnapped, violated, and how he spent day after day, barely able to eat, no sleep... only for Rob Robinson to force him into a title match against Sandra when she returned.

It took them months to put their lives back together, and some very expensive counseling. Then, when Draven turned his attention to Raizzor; Chamelion guiltily felt a sense of relief... until Genesis Six.

Now, with the creation of the PWA, Chamelion had set the stage to pit Draven against Raizzor one last time. He didn't realize he'd opened the door to hell for his wife again.

Sandra seemed intent to prepare, not letting the past get to her, and he was relieved at that as well. Still, apprehension was at an all time high for Chamelion. He'd gone in and trained with Sandra a few times...saw her and knew her too well; she was afraid...

He vowed to not let her be harmed.. he trusted her as a wrestler, but against Draven he would take no risks with her.

Draven, for all his posturing, was just a man; and Chamelion has dealt with men far more frightening then he. Hell, he's fought his own brother, as a respected opponent and a vile enemy.

And Draven may think he's from hell; but Raizzor truly is the soul-taker......... and Chamelion will be ready for Rampage.

Ready, and waiting.

Psycho Sandra's Grizzly Beer Commercial!

The commercial opens inside of a bar. Two men are sitting side by side, looking bored.

"You bored?" Asks one, a young guy in his twenties with a blonde crew cut.

His friend, a guy of around the same age with a Baltimore Orioles hat, nods. "Yeah... what should we do?"

"How about a beer, boys?"

The two guys turn around and see Sandra, holding up two bottles of Grizzly Beer. She's wearing a black bikini-like outfit, the Grizzly Beer title belt, and leather boots.

"Woah!" They both say in unison. "It's Psycho Sandra!"

"That's right, and I'm here to show you new Grizzly Beer Select. A new take," she sets a bottle down in each of their crotches. "...on an old favorite."

The two guys open their bottles and drink, then look at eachother wide eyed. "Woaaaah!" They both say, together.

"It's still dark," says one.

"And full bodied."

Sandra winks at the camera. "Just like me."

The camera puts the three out of focus as they laugh and drink together, with a bottle of Grizzly Beer Select in the foreground. A narrator speaks. "New Grizzly Beer Select. Always drink responsibly."

The director shouts "Cut!", and the people on the set move about, changing set pieces and arranging things. Sandra frowns and shakes her head. "Just like me... fer crying out loud, used to be that we had good writers. Who wrote this crap?"

Fade to black.

KWB Roleplay!

The scene opens up on a large TV. The pictures flashing across the screen are none other than the tail end of the match KWB had with Skorch last week on Rampage.

Brian Rentfro: Man, you have an incredible talent for the understatement! Now that Skorch is out of the ring, we’re ready for our next match!

The camera zooms out from the TV to reveal a room that has had some very recent renovations done to it. The walls are a different color from what we remember..and the carpeting which was once bloodstained and nasty are now pristine and of a dark blue hue. The camera zooms out more and it reveals KWB, sitting on a couch, with the baseball bat from the clip. It is once again clenched in his hands. His grip tenses and relaxes upon the handle of the bat in time with his breathing. It isnt too long before we hear that all too familiar mocking tone of Ezkekial.

Well well well.. look who went off the deep end on national television.. I must say Stephen, I am impressed. It was beautiful. Truly beautiful. You have restored some of my faith in you.

KWB says nothing. He doesn't even seem to blink. He stares at the screen, the clip having been put on repeat. Watching the carnage over and over again as if studying it. Again we hear Ezekial's mocking tone.

It has been long overdue Stephen... this.. this work of art. It is hard to believe you took to this with such minimal prompting.. I should have done that sooner.

KWB looks up from the TV screen and then looks about warily as if trying to focus on the voice

Yes, Stephen. Before you even ask, it was me. I placed that bat in the ring for you. I wanted you to use it sooner.. but I will say that waiting until after the match to get the victory and then destroying Skorch was a wonderful touch. Ahh.. listen to that...

On the recording, the entire crowd is roaring with boos and jeers and chants of "Asshole!"

Listen to it Stephen. The roar of the crowd. It does not matter if it is adulation or rejection. Just listen to it. Can you not feel the energy contained in something so simple as a crowd of people reacting to your actions?

Yes..

Good. Now that you realize that there is so much you can gain from the simple reaction of a crowd.. You must do whatever you can to get a reaction..whatever reaction.. Be brutal.. Cheat.. so long as you win.

KWB's eyes stray to the bat in his hand. His hands tighten around it once more to reaffirm his grip upon it and Ezekial laughs.

You enjoyed that didn't you? The feel of the bat in your hand, the sickening smack it makes when it strikes flesh.. the roar of the crowd as they hate you for being what you are..brutal.. You loved it didnt you?

Yes...

You want that feeling again don't you?

Yes...

Good. And so you shall have it. You have a very big match next week. One of the biggest you have ever had in your solo career. Just do what you did to Skorch again and you will have no problems.

KWB only nods and the scene fades out to blackness.