Alex Wilkie #1

Whos the man…1999- the first ever PWA screw job. Or. Atleast some think it is. Dr. Steve Remo is handed the title after Dark Pheonix knocks Raizzor out. But then Mark Sommers, Comes out to the ring and announces the match restarted. And then Raizzor took the title. the first Franchise of PWA…Raizzor.

Whos the Man…2000 a short but sweet match. Brymstone vs Project X. it all ended quickly when the ref gave a fast 3 count making Brymstone the second ever Whos The Man winner.

Whos the man…2001 a close match. The spider vs Lazarus. Everyone thought Lazarus had the match one until The Rage appeared and distracted Lazarus enough so that Spider could get the cover and get the win. Making him the Franchise

Whos the man…2002 the last Whos the Man tournement before PWA folded for 4 years. Sirus Moran, vs our current President. Mark “Chamelion” Sommers, with the long match almost finished, Sirus hit the nameless knock out and became the last Franchise of PWA…


Until now.

Whos the Man 2006- 4 years after the last Whos the Man. No one would have thought it, but a man, who came from a small independent fed, UWW, raised through the ranks of different federations. And after his first year of professional wrestling under his belt, he has made PWA his official home. This man is Alex Wilkie, the greatest wrestler to come out of canada since Edge and Bret Hart. But does he have what it takes to become The Franchise of 2006?

Alex: Yeah..I think I can.

The scene opens up from black to the outside of a large arena, the Rexall Place in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. tons of people are piling out from the arena, talking about the Zakk Wylde and how he and Black Label Society rocked the house tonight.

In the large crowd a familiar face could be seen. It had a few scratches on it. And could be barely seen through the crowd. Even though most of the metal heads and punk rock kids were all chatting and yelling and “Woo-ing” at each other. The only one who seemed to be calm and cool and collected was the familiar face.

He made his way to the parking lot. And unlocked his 1967 Camaro and opened up the door.

Cindy: Took you long enough.

The face swung around and it was none other than PWA’s own Alex Wilkie. He jumped a bit.

Alex: How the fuck did you get here to fast?

Cindy: I left during the last song, Sorry but Stillborn should not be played on an Acoustic.

Alex: well fuck, why did I even bring you then.

Cindy: Maybe I find Zakk Wylde attractive.

Alex: Eww.

Alex started up his car and pulled out of the parking lot and managed to get out of the area before everyone else left. There was this lingering smell of Pot, Smoke and alchohol coming from both of the PWA stars.

Alex: Cindy you need a shower.

Cindy: Fuck off… Can we stop at the 7-11, I need to get something to drink.

Alex pulled into the 7-11 and turned off his car. Cindy got out and rushed inside. Trying to be quick.

Alex sighed a bit to himself.

Alex: Well. This is it.

Alex pulled out a Cigar and pop it in his mouth and then light it up.

Alex: Whos the fuckin’ man. And in this tournement, we have the best of the best. The Extremist of the Moran Clan, Randal Moran, The Krazy Whyte Boy. And a man who’s done something that I couldn’t do. Johnny Pheonix.

Alex rolled down the window and exhaled, the smoke cleared out of the car with the rushing wind outside the vehicle.

Alex: Johnny Pheonix, the man I’m for sure facing in the Semi finals. Johnny Pheonix. I’ve seen this guy fight, hes a brawler, a real daredevil. Hes got balls. I mean, actually accepting Brymstones Invetation into his world. A Steel Cage. Hes got to have huge balls or hes fucked in the head. Or both? Either way he lost the match, No surprise there. But hes Defeated The Man, Psycho Sandra and hes defeated Brymstone before… So I do have my doubts, but I think me and him will have a great match. But you see. The other side of my brain says this.

Alex inhaled from his cigar again and tapped some of the ashes outside his Camaro.

Alex: The sad but true story is, Johnny Pheonix doesn’t have what it takes to beat me… Look back at his win/loss record. Pretty impressive… look at the way he won some of those matches? Not so impressive. Hes victory of Psycho Sandra, Clean. And proper. The way a match should be won and should have praise for…

Alex took another puff from his cigar and held it outside the window.

Alex: his win against Brymstone, It looked as if Brymstone was about to keep his winning streak. Until Chamelion came down to the ring and distracted Brymstone enough just so Johnny Pheonix could steal the win. Wooo, Impressive? Not so much, he may have took the opening and used it to his advantage, but that’s not exactly what I’d call a win to brag about.

Alex pulled his smoke in and took another inhale and tapped the ashes off.

Alex: First round of the Whos Man the Tournement, Johnny Pheonix vs The Man! Woo! Johnny pheonix is just rolling off his win against Brymstone…Yeah! Right in the middle of the match..the Man hurts his ankel!…Oh my…and tells Johnny to pin him? So The Man throws the match, giving Johnny another win! Not exactly another impressive win.

Cindy opens the door and hands Alex a large slurpee, and she gives Alex a peck on the cheek. Alex starts up his car again.

Alex: So Johnny Pheonix may think he has what it takes to be. The Man. But when you think about it his wins…were either a thrown match or a distraction. And openning he took to furthur himself into the PWA, I can’t say I haven’t done that before, but I don’t brag about it, I believe in clean victories and honorable matches, when I don’t get those, I get down right dirty and show the fuckers who they are really dealing with. I should’ve won my last match, I had Cody Galle right where I wanted him. But he had to take the Dishonorable way out, he used the ropes, and he held that pin in, and so help me God, Johnny, if you do the same to me, I will hunt you down, and make you pay. You will wish, you’d never crossed the pass with Grade A Alex Wilkie.

Alex pulled out of the 7-11 parking lot and began to drive. Cindy was busy slurping on her slushie, her face was red and she was smiling, so if she was happy, Alex was happy. In a sense.

Alex: turn the page, we have the Moran Clan Extremist, Randal Moran, I haven’t wrestled the man before, but I’ve talked to him before, Backstage. Hes a pretty nice guy, hes funny and actuallya sick sense of humor, which works for me.(Clockwork Orange was a pretty funny movie actually) I’ve only seen him wrestle twice though. Matt Rollins and and Unknown Man… So two Jobber matches, for the year of 2006…lets go back….And well.. hes been a World Champion in a fed known as PCW… and his been a BWF tag team Champion. With Pheonix, cool.. cool.. not much I can say about the guy anymore…So lets move onto someone else…

Alex turns the corner down West Ave, passing a few restuarants and stores which were just closing up.

Alex: KWB, The Krazy Whyte Boi. A former BWF US champion. A pretty creepy guy if you ask me. He has voiees and such in his head, and hes a pretty crazy cruiserweight style wrestler. I fear this guy, about as much as I fear Brymstone, if you’ve ever been within a close proximity of this guy. in the arena or in the ring or even just in the back.. you get this bad vibe a feeling that, you’ll never be happy… you know?

Cindy: Like a Dementor?

Alex: Uh..YEAH! I knew I was comparing him to something… either way, this guy Is pretty creepy, and I get the same Vibe from him as I get around Raizzor or Brymstone, but I won’t let that get in the way of me becoming the first Franchise of 2006 and the first World Champion since the federation folded. The Whos the Man tournement will never be the same after Grade A Alex Wilkie, goes straight to the finals and makes history.

Alex pulls into the drive way of his home.

Alex: So Says Alex Wilkie.

Alex Wilkie #2 *responds to Randal and KWB, Phoenix never RPed*

The scene opens up slowly to a mall, the camera leads inside and swerves around people and corners for a few moments. And lead to the large HMV store at the other end of the mall. There seemed to be a large crowd gathered around the entrance to the store. The camera hoverd over the large crowd for a few moments and then caught shot of three of the participating PWA superstars at Whos the Man. Hot Shot Greggory Benjamin, RAW, and Canada’s own “Grade A” Alex Wilkie.

The fans crowed around them as all 4 of the superstars signed autographs, most of the people seemed to be crowding towards Alex, but a good chunk of the fans were all equally spread out.

After a few moments the manager comes down and announces that hes closing the store for the day and that The PWA stars would be back. Tomorrow./

Alex stands up and cracks his fingers and sighs pulling out a smoke and lighting it.

Hotshot- “You really shouldn’t smoke those things”

Alex-“and why not?”

Kristian-“Cancer, Black lungs, unhealthy… the list goes on”

Alex-“and…are you going to try and stop me, fool?”

Kristian- “Fuck that and fuck you, I’m staying healthy for my Tag match at Whos the Man.”

Hotshot- “And I got my first ever match/title match coming up at WTM, so fuck you, on that note, you guys wanna catch something to eat”

Mikail- “Hmm, How bout some Taco bell?”

Alex- “Sounds good”

The four men walked to the food court of the large mall and all grabbed large quantities of drink and soft wraps and hard shell tacos. With luck, they managed to find a table (that wasn’t full) with four empty seats.

Kristian- “So, Alex see the KWB and Randal Promo? KWB wasn’t all that great, just the same weird psycho stuff he always does, but Randal Moran actually gave you some compliments.”

Alex- “Oh yeah, heard about that, I can’t believe he actually complimented me, I’ve never actually heard anyone say something like that in a promo.”

Mikail- “Yum Tacos”

All four men dug into they’re food and after they we’re all finished they said they’re goodbyes and went off in different dirrections, Alex hopped into his vehicle and started it up. he pulled out of the underground parking and drove down the road.

Alex-“Yeah, So I guess I havent been saying much since my last Promo.”

Alex took a turn drove down some more roads, He took a sip from his Dr.Pepper, which was sitting in the cup holder next to him.

Alex- “But, since then, Randal and KWB have both cut some pretty happening Promos.”

Alex stopped at a red light, he was atleast 10 cars from the light.

Alex-“ Well, first, I’ll start with Krazy White Boy”

Alex the light turned green and the cars started again. Alex pulled a right turn and parked infront of a comic book store.

Alex- “KWB, you said some pretty strong words, and I have no doubt that you can’t back them up. but I’ve been proven wrong before”

Alex opened the door and the bell ontop of the door dingled and jangled a bit overhead as he continued into the store.

Alex- “You’ve got a nice title history, but then again if you don’t have those titles now, obviously you lost them, so it means your not unbeatable, but you are tough, I’ll give you that much. But saying the fact that you can wrestle circles around me, saying that when flying wont work, you lock me into a submission and choke me out.”

Alex looked into the camera and grinned.

Alex- “Sorry, Bucko, But I’ve never tapped out, I’ve never ever given into a submission by anyone before, if you want to try and beat me, fine, you can go ahead and fucking try it, but ,sadly, you’ll be disappointed.”

Alex picked up a comic and looked at the cover and then placed it back nodding a bit.

Alex- “Hmm, now lets move onto someone who is atleast alittle bit honorable, Randal Moran, I would expect that though, from any Moran, just not you Randal, you did make some good points, I let things slide sometimes, but I do bring the hammer down if needed.”

The walked to the back of the store where some toys and novelties were dispalyed. His eyes gazed up and down the high wall.

Alex- “But, things people say can’t be all good, I mean…Randal did say I was a toker..in a sense, No Randal, I wasn’t smoking any Joints, infact I’m drug free, except for my cigars and smokes and alchohol, infact I was completely sober that night, the only reason we smelt of smoke and booze at that Black Label concert, and well, reason being, I had to drive”

Alex began to walk out of the store, he noticed that there was no one behind the counter, he shrugged and walked out. It was his problem really.

Dante Hicks-“Hello? Hello? I’m locked in the bathroom!”

Alex walked out to his car and hopped into the drivers seat, he sat there for a few moments and then looked into the camera.

Alex- “I believe that, the Franchise of PWA has to be Dedicated, Strong and motivated, I’m all 3 of those. And I…I deserve my time, I deserve my time with the PWA title, I deserve my time in the spotlight, and at Whos the mine, the Grade A era, will begin”

Alex started up his car and the camera man got out of the car, Alex sped off down the street at highspeeds as the scene faded.

Randal Moran #1

Randall is sitting on his black leather couch in his apartment. The white painted brick wall behind him really makes the couch POP don’t you think? And that’s a beautiful low coffee table. What, why can’t I like pretty things?

Although we haven’t really seen a lot of the apartment, we’ve been told that it’s a floor of an old warehouse, so there’s a lot of wide open room .. a place to practice .. a place to relax .. lots of places that he and Judy can, well .. never mind.

It looks like Randall might have just woken up. He’s sitting on his couch with a towel wrapped around his waist and it looks like he didn’t wipe himself down too well. He’s still a little wet. I don’t think we showed up at his place early. I should have knocked. I know they always give us a key code to come in, but it makes me feel like a stalker or something.

“I hope you don’t mind me laying out like this, you just caught me finishing something up.”

Randall sticks a pinkie finger in his left ear and moves it about.

“You guys do always come into my home, and this is where I like to feel comfortable. It’s the least that you guys can give me. Oh sure, I feel comfortable pretty much anywhere, but here? This is my place and I don’t really care what people think about it or me when I’m here. I don’t go over to other people’s places and tell them how to live and I expect the same.”

Well, to be fair, the place IS clean. The Morans ALWAYS offer me something to eat and drink. Randall has NEVER accused me of doing anything wrong. I guess he just said that to say that if you leave him alone he’ll leave you alone. Not that he’s anti-social, but he just doesn’t have time for stupid people.

“And none of my fans are stupid.”

How the hell do they do that!

“And not to say that if you don’t like me or my wrestling that you are stupid. It’s all a matter of opinion and as long as that opinion doesn’t hurt me and mine, then so be it. It’s a little funny, I have a friend who has a hard time differentiating an opinion from fact. A few of us would hang out and we’d just shoot the shit about what ever, and we’d come up onto topics like what is your favorite book or crap like which was your favorite Star Wars movie or best James Bond.”

Randall looks hard into the camera.

“What, I can’t have a life or watch movies? Man … anyway, one guy would say that George Lazenby was his favorite James Bond and another guy would go wrong!

Wrong?

How can that be wrong? Sure, it might be stupid and idiotic, but it’s not wrong. It’s just something that is. Me, I think Sylvester McCoy was the best Doctor Who … or maybe I just had a thing for Ace.”

Randall looks into the camera and has a look on his face that tells us he knows this went on just a little too long.

“Anyway. Krazy White Mother-Fucker, Alex and, I assume, Johnny all think that they’re going to win the Who’s the Man tournament. Are they wrong? Well, not yet they aren’t … at the moment it’s just an opinion. Or at least it SHOULD be an opinion. Personally, all I’m going to say about it is that I’ll do my best to move to the big match and grab the World title. That much I can say is fact. As for the other guys, well, I don’t mind being proven wrong on something if I am wrong, but I love proving other people wrong.”

Randall leans back on the couch, and with that towel around his waist he’s in danger of leaning back a bit too much.

“Johnny Phoenix beats the Man to get a spot in the final four. Man, if this business worked on coincidences and fate you’d have it locked up man. Not only is the PWA main PPV Genesis, based upon the death of an old year and the beginning of a new one … like some mythical bird per se … but you advance be passing the Man. I mean come on! At least you can claim a destiny, unlike Sirus the ‘chosen one’. As far as we now, he’s been chosen to have siding put up on his house for half price, but you sir! You my good man have something that can be tossed into a magazine. You can print off t-shirts and sell posters! Good god your just a money machine! Those little buggers with alligators on their t-shirts in the front row will eat you up. Me, give me those guys in the rafters any day. At least up there no one pretends to be anythnig they aren’t, they’re just there because they love wrestling. Not that you’re fake my good man, don’t get me wrong … I’m just saying that there are a lot of band wagon jumpers out there where as I will never forget the guys in the nose bleed section, they’re the ones that give me energy.”

Randall leans forward and rubs his chin.

“Man Wilkie, what gives? Did you steal the Cereal Killers car or something? From what Sirus was telling me, their eyes haven’t been anything but pink since they were like twelve. You know what though, who am I to say. Caffeine probably kills more people, or at least gets more people to kill a year so hey. In the end what’s really gonna happen? You smoke and drive and what’s the worst that happens? I mean if you manage to find your way out of the garage you’re only doing what, miles an hour?

No, you what I’m sorry. Actually, at least with you I have some respect for around here. Hell, you’re even from where a few of us Morans call home, or at least hang our hats. You’re here for the love of this sport and you can’t take bullshit like other people do. Most people wouldn’t get their feathers all ruffled but you just let it slide and comeback with something even better. You are you just like I’m me and we don’t make any apologies for it but we do it right. People don’t mess with us then we don’t mess with them, but if they take that first step over the line then we can’t be held responsible for what happens next, right?

Right. And I think we understand each so if we do meet in the end we know exactly what to expect from each other.”

Randall scratches his belly and it looks like he .. almost purrs?

“And the leaves me with a Krazy White Boy. Ok, this might not be the right thing to say. I don’t really know your history. I don’t know your state of mind. I don’t know what might set you off. I don’t know if you’ve had an intervention or not. So when I say this, I say this with all due respect …

LET THAT MOTHER FUCKEROUT!

Good damn man, you have something just lurking below the surface that I’d love to see if only for out match. Now I know that you probably have a family that is worried about you and little Timmy is afraid of old uncle Krazy starts to act funny, and for that I’m sorry. BUT COME ON! And I’m not one to begrudge a normal match, if you want to call a shot at the World title normal, but we could have so much moro fun with this. So no, it’s going to be a straight up match and I’m good with that, but if either one of you pulls something funny, don’t think I won’t go an eye for a tooth. You even think of using a cable wire on me, you’ll be hanging from a noose. Overkill? Maybe, but what do you want? Snake on a rock man, snake on a rock. It’s always better just to leave the snake where he is and don’t piss him off.

Now, I never want to see anyone go off the deep end, this occupation has enough people that self destruct as it is, but I wouldn’t mind seeing you teetering off that cliff for a an hour or so.

Well, either way, which ever one of you shows up I’ll be more than happy to face off with.”

Judy comes into the shot wearing an even smaller towel than Randall, which when you think about the fact that she’d have more to cover ….

Judy “Come on back to bed Randy, I’m not done with you yet.”

Judy grabs Randall by an arm and drags him off. So he didn’t have a shower? That was sweat? Awww man.

Fade out …

KWB #1

Good. You're learning. Fade to static

Psycho Sandra #1

The scene opens inside of Sandra's living room. She's lifting weights, while watching a commercial for Who's The Man. She doesn't look pleased. Instead, she looks a little irritated. As soon as she realizes that the cameras are rolling, she turns to us.

"Hey, everyone. Well, it's that time of the year again! Who's The Man. I don't think I've done a WTM for... what was it... three or four years, huh? Maybe more. It all seems kinda surreal, don't it? Here we are, oldies and newbies, fighting for supremacy. Ya'll get to see something really good. A bunch of guys kicking the everliving hell out of eachother. I for one, am looking foreward to it. Something I'm not looking foreward to, is my match."

She puts down her weights, and folds her hands over her knees. "Y'see, I thought I could maybe get allong with this Littlebear guy. He was pretty good in a scrape! Good at tag-teaming. Now he's after my belt, and y'know... I can't let anyone take my belt. I love this belt. I've had it for a while, and I plan on keeping my title.

"Only thing is, I'm a little tired of being a one trick pony. Know what I mean? See, this is what's going to happen. I'm gonna fight Littlebear. I'm gonna win. I'm gonna go after another belt. A belt nobody has had for a few years. A belt we haven't even been talking about, except for in rumors."

She smiles.

"That's right, kids. Sandra's going after the world title. That means, I'm gonna enjoy watching Whos The Man, but I'll be studying it too. Every. Single. One of you guys. I'm going to see how you tick, I'm gonna find your weaknesses, and I'm going to beat you. And y'know what? I'm gonna have fun doing it.

"So bring on Who's the Man! I love this event. It shows who's got what it takes. It shows me who the real competition is."

She nods to the camera as we fade.

Gregory Littlebear #1

Fade in.

Gregory is outside of his house, and it's a pleasant sunny day. He is pacing back and fourth, wearing a pair of jeans and a wife beater. His semi-shaved head is freshly dyed with a red stripe going down the center. Finally, he turns to look at the camera.

"As you can see, Brian isn't here with me. Actually, he's not going to be in this promo. I know, I know,"

He picks up his hands in a "stop it" gesture.

"I'm never seen without the little guy, but the fact is, this had to be said, and knowing Brian, he might not have let me say it. So, I'm saying it while he's in the bathroom."

He looks over his shoulder.

"He should be in there, for a while. The guy doesn't eat nearly enough vegetables... anyway, here's the scoop. Psycho Sandra. You and me, we don't know much about eachother. All you know is that I'm a dashing young man, on the prowl, about to become the greatest thing to hit this federation since the invention of spandex. What do I know about you? Not much. You always talk about how you won a couple titles, how you like beer, and stuff like that. But that's alright, I know the real you."

He grins, and looks up at the sky.

"Somewhere in that giant body of yours, there's a weak little girl just waiting to be rescued. What's that you say?"

He looks at the camera.

"You're married? To my BOSS?? Listen sister, I know where this is going. I'm not into the whole married woman, fetish, so you can just... oh... oh, Mrs. Sommers... please, don't... well, okay, you can--"

He realizes what he's doing.

"...anyway, you being married to the head guy doesn't mean I'm not going to give you my all. In fact, it means I'm going to be even worse. Your hubby's gonna be watching, and who better to show off to than the President himself? Come next week, you're going to be looking foreward to the reinstallation of the Women's Title, because the Grizzly Beer belt is going to be in the hands of yours truly. That's right, baby,"

He grins.

"Gregory Littlebear's coming. No need to run or hide, boys and girls... I'm going to be the first new-comer with a title. How do you like THAT?"

Fade.

Cody Galle #1

Who’s The Man? 2006…a match against The Man…for a brand new title in PWA.

Scary stuff. Why am I even being put into a title match? I haven’t done anything to impress people here. I’ve got one singles win over Alex Wilkie…well, I guess he was Wrestler of the Month on PWA’s official website…and I’ve got a tag victory over the Red Army Warriors with Littlebear, who’s currently chasing after singles gold as well. Hell, who knows, we worked pretty well together, despite some miscommunications…and it would be pretty great if the soon to be Intercontinental Champion and the possible Grizzly Beer Champion united together…

…what the hell am I thinking? This is Littlebear I’m talking about. Forget it.

Were was I…ah yes, Who’s The Man? 2006. As excited as I am about my Intercontinental Title match…no one else really is. The tournament’s stealing the whole show, and if that wasn’t bad enough, you’ve got Raizzor and Brymstone in Hell In a Cell! Talk about your loaded card…but I don’t intend to have my spotlight taken away from me.

It’s mine and mine alone, and I’m going to prove it.

Prove myself.

Prove…that I exist for something.

The camera faded into a motel room. The room was nicely decorated, albeit a bit tacky, and it had all the usual furniture and services that came with your average motel. Bed, nightstand, television, bathroom…hell, even a mini-fridge!

Oh yeah, I hit the jackpot alright.

The room was painted a slightly dull shade of yellow, and the lighting was just bright enough that the camera could make out everything in front of, although it was barely doing so. The bed had a flower pattern on it and appeared to be just a singles bed. The television up against the wall nearest to the bed, and positioned oddly perpendicular to the side of it, was displaying world championship poker. It didn’t take a rocket scientist…or even just a journalist of some sort to identify whose room is was.

Cody Galle had taken it upon himself to shower before he appeared on camera, and had just at that moment walked out of the bathroom in nothing more than a towel and his lucky poker chip. Did he ever take it off? Quite simply…no. It was a part of him as much as his organs were. It was vital that he had it…or else he feared his luck would run dry, and for that to happen would be a very dark day for Galle indeed.

Galle walked into the room and then looked directly at the video camera. Instead of his usual grin, he wore a puzzled look on his face. He stared more intently at the camera and didn’t break his gaze for a good fifteen seconds. His mouth began to hang open and a pool of drool began to form in the corner of his mouth…before he suddenly snapped his mouth shut and stood at attention, one hand tightly gripping his towel and the other pulling down his sunglasses to the tip of his nose.

“This things on already?!? Crap!”

Galle quickly dashed out of the room and flung his towel behind him once he was sure he was out of sight. He quickly found a pair of boxers and after he had put them on, he put a pair of jeans on and returned to the room.

These situations could be avoided if the camera would let me tape over stuff. Piece of junk…when someone gambles a video camera next time, note to self: don’t accept.

Galle smiled and sat down on the bed, tossing the towel he had left there a minute earlier aside. He then brushed his jeans down a bit, realizing there were bits of left over food from the previous night’s dinner.

“PWA…welcome to Galle…is…bored.”

Galle smiled and brushed his hair back away from his forehead.

“I’m bored now and I have been for the past week or so. Where the hell have I been? I’ve been everywhere there is to be in this run down dump of a place that somehow manages to pass as a city. California, if any of you are wondering. This place is basically one giant gang war. I’ve nearly gotten shot…twice…while I’ve been giving this little speech, and that my friends is a statistical fact.”

Galle’s smile faded away into a half-grin. What? He had lots of ways to smile. He practiced various styles for an hour a day.

“Enough about this dump, though. What I’m really here to talk to you about is Who’s the Man? 2006, coming to you LIVE this Sunday!”

For mentioning that I get an extra twenty bucks.

“See, I’ve got a slight problem with this. I’m facing The Man for the newly introduced PWA Intercontinental Championship this coming Sunday…and I don’t even know who the hell he is. I may not have accomplished much yet but at least people recognize me. I’m that guy…from PWA…you know, the one who’s better than all of you? Yeah, I’m that guy…and you know what they say. To be the man, you’ve got to beat ‘The Man’…and I plan on doing that in quick fashion coming into Sunday. See, this time, I’m not kidding around and I’m not going to waste opportunities…it’s about time I proved I deserve the spotlight in this company and if I have to wrench it away from everyone else than so be it, I will.”

Here’s hoping I don’t have to wrestle that Nightmare guy…

“Well, since I don’t know ‘The Man’ very well, I can’t say much on his behalf or degrade him very well, since I can barely remember what he looks like and I don’t think I paid him any attention when he was wrestling…but I’d before I leave, I’d like to quickly address something that bothered me, and it aired just tonight.”

Galle sighed and then broke into a quasi-sarcastic smile.

“Littlebear…my my, how our paths cross so often is a modern miracle, don’t you think? Alas, you said something that…interested me. You said you’d be the first new-comer with a title…well, if your match is before mine, maybe, but if it isn’t…no offense, bro, ‘cause I’m actually beginning to respect you, as much as it pains me to admit it…if it isn’t before mine, than just like The Man, you’re going to crap…out.”

Two birds with one stone…effective. Now where did I put my god damn shirt?

The camera faded out while Galle quickly rummaged through luggage in his room, a smile still plastered on his face.

Brothers Grimm #1

“I don’t get it, I really don’t get it.”

Sirus apparently does not get it. You can tell y the look on his face and the ruffled brow below his L7 on his forehead. You can tell by the slight shaking of his head. You can tell by the defeated look in his eyes. You can, well, just take his word for it.

“Do you get it? Do you understand what Randall was talking about?”

Sirus turns to look at Grifter et ‘Al’ sitting on the couch. Grifter looks at ‘Al’ then back to Sirus and shakes his head on.

“Hunh.”

Sirus holds up a Big Mac and contemplates it. I mean really contemplates it.

“Randall said I should just wave one of these under the Red Army’s noses and they’d be no problem.”

He takes a long deep sniff of the hamburger, smiles a little but still shakes his head.

“And how should I know what size they take in jeans?”

Grifter puts his crib hand down and looks over (it seems that he is barely in the lead over ‘Al’).

“Randall also said that they’d do anything if I gave them a pair of Levis. Is Randall suggesting that I should bribe them or something? Not only is that something I don’t want to do, I don’t think it’d be enough.”

It looks like Grifter is about to say something but, well .. you know. Sirus places the Big Mac down on the coffee table. Oh, not that I need to mention because you can all see for yourself, but we’re in Sirus’ rec room.

“Mikail, Kristian .. I see that the two of you have been settling in nicely in America and that’s good. I never really left Canada much myself before I started to wrestle professionally, I know it can be hard sometimes. You get used to it though. Heck, maybe during the winter you guys can come up to Winnipeg and enjoy the cold and snow!

But I digress. We do have a match coming up at Who’s the Man. We aren’t in the tournament, but I’ve already been in one once. Doesn’t matter, what we fight for is my first love in wresting anyway. Grifter and I broke in to the PWA as a tag team combination, even though my first match was a singles match. Grifter, ‘Al’ and I love the tag team titles and what it represents ,, but I do think that ‘Al’ secretly likes hard core stuff better. You should see some of the whips and chains he has in his room.”

….

“The fact that the two of you seem to enjoy teaming up as well brings a tear to my eye. Well, not really, but I do get this little warn feeling after I think about it and eat some spicy wings. The fact that two people can co-exist in the ring and know that they can rely on each other .. it’s amazing. You guys know what I mean though don’t you?”

In the back ground we can see Grifter dancing a slow dance with ‘Al’, look into his eyes and do a dip.

“When we faced you at Genesis, it was one of the biggest battles we had in a log time. I don’t know how much you guys tag team back in Russiavania, but if I’m a great judge of character, I’d say at least 20 years. You guys were great! Grifter has been trying to find tape of you guys so we can find out more of what to expect. It’s not easy to come by, but ever since I signed up for Paypal E-Bay has gotten a lot easier. See behind me, Grifter and ‘Al’ are hard at work making notes for us.”

Actually, what we see is Grifter and ‘Al’ just staring blankly at each other. Behind THEM is a TV with words to a song scrolling down the screen and music playing. Yes folks, it’s karaoke and it seems to have both of them real confused.

“I should probably help them out a bit. I’ll leave you with a thought, one I’m sure I’ve already done, but it bears repeating. There are an infinite number of angles for which to fall but only one to stand. Think about it, talk about it, give me a 1000 word essay about it. Until next time, take care.”

Fade out …

Red Army Warriors #1

Kristian sat in the Mcdonalds. Close to the PWAdome, Kristian sipped on his super sized coke and read the news paper as he waited for Mikail to bring the food around.

Kristian: Heh, “PWA card finalized, confirmed matches, Whos the Man Tournement Semi Finals and Finals. Tag team title championship match, Among others.”

Mikail placed the food down infront of Kristian, he sat down himself and took a hold of his drink.

Mikail: What are you reading?

Kristian: Sports.

Mikail: Why? Theres nothing special going on anyway.

Kristians: Atleast its not like reading about someone who got shot down the street from where we live. Think about that.

Mikail took a hold of his big mac and fries and placed them down infront of him, he clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

Mikail: Yum!

Kristian: Why do you always get those?

Mikail: They’re good?

Kristian: well, yeah, they are. But its really messing up Kayfabe.

Mikail: Kay…fabe?

Kristian sighed and went back to reading the news paper, Mikail took a big bite of his BigMac.

Kristian: You know, Sirus said that if he waved one of those things infront of us, we’d follow it and go for it.

Mikail: I don’t know where Sirus’s hands have been, so I probley wouldn’t, now if it were still in the box…

Kristian put the paper down and began digging into his quarter pounder burger.

Mikail: What does he even mean, bribing us with Levi’s jeans and Big Macs…

Kristian: If I remember correctly, back when communism died…

Mikail: It never really died…

Kristian: Don’t interrupt…anyway, back when Communism died, Russia started to get more monderized, commercials on TV, more fast food restaurants, and cheaper clothes. AKA McDonald’s and Levi’s. IF I remember correctly, hes just taking advice from his Brother that his brother heard from old history.

Mikail: Oh..I didn’t even know that, come to think of it, I think I was around there. Only I was like 5…so it doesn’t really affect me or hurt my feeling at all.

Kristian: I know, I mean, he thinks that were some sort of cave men coming from some different world, come on we’ve been to a bunch of places…

Mikail: Yeah, Siberia, St’ Petersburg…Moscow.

Kristian: Other than Russia…

Mikail: Right, Right. Where have we gone before?

Kristian: We’ve been to Calgary, for that hockey game, we went to the winter games and watched Russia beat Canada in the first round at they’re own game.

Mikail: Hah! Yeah, I remember that one, remember when the coach order Vodka shots for everyone russian In the arena?

Kristian:…Uh..No…

Mikail: Oh, maybe you weren’t there then…

Kristian: Whatever, either way, we’ve been to more places than just russian and the states. And we love McDonalds…and just to add everything together, I don’t think I’ve ever worn Levi’s jeans.

Mikail: I have..

Kristian:…Shut up and eat your fries..

The seene faded slowly.

Brymstone #1