MONKEY MCDEE,
Where Have Thee Be?!
written by Cliff Greuber

(In the Java-Cup Cafe, sipping on my latte, I await for the arrival of Stephen "The Monkey" MacDonald. I am casually browsing through the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly, when a strong pair of hands grips my shoulders tightly. Jerking my head, I come face-to-face with the former PWA World Champion. A grin lines his face and it tilts crookedly upward on his left/my right side.

"How's it hangin', Cliff?" he asks as he walks to the other side of the table I am currently sitting at. A shiver runs along my spin as I nervously smile back. The power of his entrance, and his manner are what lead him to become one fo the best in the business. And it shows.

"Just fine, Stephen. Yourself?", I manage blurt out. He stares at me for moment, scanning for sarcasm or insult. Sensing neither, his smile returns.

"Call me Monkey, Cliff. No reason we should use formalities, right?"
Nodding, I prepare my first question for the recently returning PWA veteran who mysteriously vanished a few months before.)

CG: So, Monkey, how does it feel to be back on the PWA roster once again?

MM: It feels pretty good, Cliff. I am just happy I was allowed to continue where I left off.

CG: Speaking of which, what made you decide to leave in the first place?

MM: (a crease in his brow) It really wasn't my decision. I was under doctor's orders to separate myself completely from world of professional wrestling.

CG: Was this due to some physical injury?

MM: (shaking his head): No. It was a mental injury. For a while, everyone had noticed how my behavior would violently change within seconds from "Stephen" to the "Monkey". I believed that the "Monkey" was a primal intensity within me gave me strength. But about two weeks before Genesis II, the "Monkey" started to rear his head more often. I went to my psychiatrist, and he diagnosed me with split personality disorder. He called my family and the Commissioner of PWA, and informed them that I was unfit to wrestle. I was devastated.

CG: But that wasn't all, was it? Something else happened to you, didn't it?

MM: In a matter of speaking, yes. For the past few months, I was being treated daily by team of psychologists hired by my father. I think he was embarrassed because his son wasn't "normal", and it tarnished his image. Anyways, it seemed like there was little hope. The "Monkey" kept growing stronger inside of me, and soon I had to be restrained for the safety of others, including myself. And up to this time, the
"Amazing" Amanda has stayed diligently at my side. Unfortunately, a voice from the PWA beckoned here back.

CG: I assume you are speaking of NightStryker. How did you feel about this?

MM: I tried to understand the situation. NightStryker was close friend once upon a time, but I could never quite trust him fully since he stabbed me in the back last December. There was little I could do since my contacts to the PWA were cut off. I did manage to sneak off with a close friend to watch BattleDome. "Shocked" doesn't even come close to describing how I felt when I saw Amanda...or Dawn as I guess she is
called now, standing next to him.

CG: How exactly would you describe how you felt at time?

MM: Hmm...I would say angered and hurt would be most accurate description...

CG: Details are still sketchy, but what happened to you that night?

MM: It is still kind of a blur to me really, but I remember going into a fit of rage as I began trashing my surroundings. All of a sudden, there was a sudden pain in my chest and I blacked out. I was rushed to the hospital minutes later, where I was pronounced clinically dead for three minutes before I was revived. The doctors told me I had the equivalent of a heart attack, and that I was really lucky because patients
my age rarely survive from the shock of such an attack.

CG: This is amazing that you are sitting here talking to us less than a week later. (I point to his gym bag on the floor) And after your workout, nonetheless!

MM: I think that is because my "heart attack" was more than what it seemed. I think my body was trying to compensate for the two "beings" within me and worked silently to fix the situation. And finally, when it was ready, it violently tried to merge them both.

CG: That is an interesting theory. What makes you think that? And how does
it explain your quick recovery?

MM: I can't explain my quick recovery, but during the three minutes when I had no vitals, I saw a flash of light and I had the feeling I was walking towards it. I saw two images images materialize. Both of me, but they were different from each other. One stood more erect the other, and seemed more human. The latter was hunched over and seemed to have a tail. They began to float closer to each other, as if they were trying to come together, until there was a another flash of light. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed with IV's sticking from my arms.

CG: So what do you think those images meant?

MM: I believe the first one represented "Stephen MacDonald" and the other was the "Monkey". They were combined together to create a new entity.

CG: And what is this new "entity"?

MM: (in his crooked grin) Me. Monkey McDee.

CG: Is this what you wish to be called from now on?

MM: It isn't a matter of being called anything, Cliff. It's who I am now.

CG: How soon were you out of the hospital after this incident?

MM: After a few tests, I was out the next day. The doctors had no reason to keep
me, since it seemed I was in the best shape of my life. I called President Robinson's office and asked to return. I felt so strong and powerful; I thought I could take on anything or anyone thrown at me. So I've been working hard all week, training for my return match.

CG: That is quite an inspiring story. What do you hope to accomplish during your
time in the PWA?

MM: Eventually, I'd like another chance at the World Title, which I never received because of my "illness". But for right now, I am happy just to be riding the train and being able to kick a little butt. (winks)

CG: While we are on that subject, how has this "experience" affected your wrestling?

MM: As the "Monkey", my adrenaline caused me to be faster and stronger, but I was much more reckless. In this short amount of time, I have come to realize I will never experience that type of endurance again, but I am much more in control of my actions. I won't know my full potential until I finally get back in the ring with my next opponent.

CG: Well I wish you luck, Monkey. Thank you for taking time out of your day to speak with us.

MM: My pleasure, Cliff. I should get back to the gym if I want to be the bestest of the best! (chuckles)

(So what does the future hold for Monkey McDee? You guess is as good as mine, but it will should be a sight to see!)

(The scene opens as we see "The Forgotten One" Project-X gloating in the ring where Chaos took place. The arena has just cleared from the wretched fans and the smell of their discarded popcorn and beer cna be smelled all around the arena as the arena staff sweep up the mess for a Smashing Pumpkins concert that will come later in the week. Project-X then smirks as he turns to the camera.)

P-X: Tonight I made my return, and what a glorious return it was. As the lights went out I could sense the fans fear, as the opening track from the War of the Worlds played I could fell there confusion and when I revealed myself from under my robe I knew of their surprise. For I indeed was forgotten. When I was out of the PWA, I did not hear one mention of me. I was passed up for the hall of fame and I was forgotten all together. The PWA forgot their former Intercontinental and Internet champion and went on without him. But I could not just sit back and let myself become a distant memory in the back of everyones mind, no, I was forced to come back so I can complete my legacy and become the one most associated with the PWA.

The legend of Project-X will not be one to be forgotten. If you dare to forget I will hunt you down like the dogs that you are.

If you happened to tape Chaos tonight, I would keep that tape if I were you because that tape is a defining moment in PWA history. On this very night I drifted down that aisle and Probed Peter Parker or should I say Spider not once, not twice but three times! and then I also proceeded to lay waste Metalhead who is nothing more than a nobody in my eyes and The Spider well lets just call him a sacraficial lamb for the occasion. I need someone to make my mark on and Spider you just happened to be him.

(A house spider then crawls into the ring)

P-X: Any retalliation from you Spider and I can promise that you will be crushed.

(Project-X then squishes the spider with the heel of his boot.)

P-X: I also see I am in a tournament for number one contership of the PWA title and my opponent is...... what is his name again? I think it is Scottie Snow, oh yeah that's it, I am surprised I remebered it cause before he was booked against me I did not have the slightest idea who he was, cause to me he was the biggest crock of steaming spider puss (pointing to the squished spider) I have ever seen.

Make no mistake about it, I will advance in that tournament and I will go on to win it and in doing so I understand that I will get a title shot at that disgrace of a PWA champion Panzadise if he still has the title. Well I hope you still have the title by Summer Sizzler Panzadise because I would like to tear into you like a Christmas pudding on a Santa Clauses dinner table. When I am PWA champion, I will restore the title to what it once was, the envy of every other promotion there is.

Be warned PWA, as I am a force to be wreckoned with and if I have to I will tear through each and every one of you one by one to make sure I am never forgotten again. Pwa you will feel my redemption and you will find out that
Redemption
Is
Pain

(Project-X then raises his hands and the lights in the arena go out, and when they come back on again Project-X is gone but in his place on the mat is a phrase written in blood, which spells
Redemption Is Pain!)

Fade Out

Scene: We are in the NAP locker room. A card table is placed in the center, with a light hanging above it. An intense poker game is going down, and the Panzies are all there. Wow, an NAP poker game. And Raizzor says we are unoriginal....

Baio: "Pass the Oreo's Danza....(under his breath) prick...."

Danza: "Calm down....(under his breath) This Charles in Charge crap stops now, queer...."

Scene: Baio looks at Danza with a glare...but the night will continue. The card table is rather large, and with good reason. There are 8 people playing, all in it to win it. What are the rules? What is on the line? Simple. Everyone has brought along some shirts, pants, and accessories...real original ones to make Raizzor proud. Whenever you win a hand, you put a garment on that you brought. In the end, whoever looks the dumbest wins. And what does the winner get? A limited edition "Raizzor ain't a player....he just quits a lot" poster. So as you can see, the stakes are high....

BPP: "Your deal Dise."

Dise: "I'm dealing...I'm dealing. Take a chill Poppa Puss."

Scene: The whole table begins to laugh as BPP gets red. He gives Dise an evil glare, but only when Dise wasn't looking. He really is a puss. But back to the scene here. Dise is dealing the cards. Clockwise around the table we have BPP, who is still a little upset. Too Panz and Carlos come next. Then up is Beebe, Danza and Baio. And lastly is "The Franchise"...none other than Gareth Evans. Victor Hymenchaser is the "bitch"....he will be serving drinks and snacks during tonight's game. Everyone is wearing white shirts and Jeans. That way there is no cheating, and everyone has a chance to win with their surprise wardrobes....

Dise: "OK, straight up poker is the game. Raizzor's wild...."

Scene: Oh, I assume you need to know....these are PWA cards. But, what did you expect?

Carlos: (with a smile) "Man, this hand sucks!"

Beebe: "HE'S BLUFFING!"

Danza: "Yeah he is....but my hand really does blow."

Baio: "Shut up Danza."

Scene: Everyone has their Final hand For this round. BPP lays his out.

BPP: "Three 'Al' The Bear's! Beat that punks!"

Scene: The NAP look at BPP like he's stupid. Well, except For Gareth Evans, he is passed out on the table drunk. And Carlos, he is still Fumbling with his cards trying to get something together. He looks like David CopperField on crack.

Too Panz: "Some Crippler's....Some Porter's....and a Karkus."

Victor: "That would be Two Pair.....For Two Panz. Ha ha ha."

NAP: "SHUT UP HYMENJOBBER!"

Dise: "Get me some more god damn Oreos' Victor."

Scene: Victor goes to get some Oreos as the hand revealing continues on.

Beebe: "What do you got Carlos?!"

Too Panz: "Yeah chubs, today...."

Scene: Carlos Fumbles with his cards some more, and then drops them on the table smiling.

Carlos: "Read 'em and weep."

Dise: "You got Five Ert' Ceps...holy shit...you got Five Ert' Ceps!"

Scene: The whole NAP begins busting up. Gareth is still out though...he has some serious problems.

BPP: "Do you know what that means Carlos?"

Carlos: "Yeah, I'm the mack daddy."

Dise: "No, You idiot. Five Ert' Ceps is an automatic loss."

Danza: "And it also means you are outta here. So get lost."

Scene: Baerga begins crying. In a rage he grabs his cards and shoves them in his pants. He then runs outta the room, dropping Ert' Ceps cards on his way.

Beebe: "Man, how long are we gonna keep him around."

Dise: "Who knows. But you're up man, whatta ya got?"

Beebe: "Nothing. Jeckyll and Hyde, Masked Lard, Dr. Freeze, and El Tigre'."

Baio: "Man, add Gareth to that list and You'd have all the PWA's Jobbers in one hand!"

Scene: Laughter erupts From the NAP. Gareth begins to move around a bit this time, and he is mumbling as well.

Gareth: "El Tigre' From the top....bam....uhhh....need alcohol...."

Scene: Gareth's head smashes back down onto the table as the laughter continues.

BPP: "Here's a real question....how long we gonna keep him around?!"

Dise: "Ha ha ha, shut up puss. Danza, show those puppies."

Danza: "Three KWB's....a Lean Bean....and a Hymenchaser."

Dise: "Not bad Tony. Where is Hymenchaser anyway?"

Scene: Vic comes running in with the Oreos. But they are all bit into and mangled.

Dise: "What the hell 'Chaser? Why are they all messed up?"

Victor: "Carlos attacked me on his way out, I swear."

Dise: "Good enough. Baio, show your hand."

Baio: "This is bullshit. I got Brymstone, and his group. And then I got this Blossom Russo card. How in the hell did that get thrown in here?"

Dise: "Does it really matter?"

Scene: Everyone looks over at Gareth, because it is his turn. He is not moving, and he doesn't seem to into the game...being passed out and all.

Danza: "Forget him."

Dise: "OK, Well...eat this boys. I got FOUR Rage's without his mask on!"

BPP: "Whoa, sweet. What does he look like without it on?"

Dise: "Umm, kinda like Bob Sagget to be honest. But who care's I won!"

Scene: Dise reaches down to grab the shirt he brought. He puts it on, and it reads "Raizzor's gonna get ME back?" on the Front....and "Yeah...and Gareth Evans will be in the NAP For a week!" on the back. The group begins laughing, and it looks like Dise is our winner. But then...something strange happens....

TO BE CONTINUED......

Week of June 24-30

The scene begins with Daemon and Brymstone in the sitting room, waiting for the guests to arrive. Daemon is wearing a long black dress with long wide sleeves. Brymstone wears an entirely black tux with a crimson colored tie, and his cloth "out of the arena" mask. The table has been set rather formally, with a crystal chandelear and their butler waiting at attention to take people's coats. There are 30 places to sit at the table, and bottles of expensive wine and champagne are seen chilling. (Nina)

The massivly built guy strolls into the room. He wears a nice white shirt (albeit a bit too tight fitting), and a pair of khaki jeans. His unblinking ice blue eyes sweep over the room. (Hessian)

"Hessian?!" Says Daemon, rushing to get him out of the room and into something more appropriate. "You shouldn't e wearing that! And I'll introduce you tonight to evryone else. Their all in for a suprise..." (Nina)

Looking down at her, clearly amused by her efforts. He does not budge. "Whats wrong wit dis ?", gesturing to his version of formal attire. " I see nuttin wrong..." (Hessian)

After being answered at the door the Morans walk in the room. They all lokk a little awestruck at the place.

Sirus "Roomy."

Sirus leads the charge with a pastle blue tux with the tag team belt around his waist. 'Al' in arm is wearing a great tux and tails. He even has a little top hat on. Samantha is wearing a red evening dress and eyes Nina a little odddly. Grifter, sans mask, walks in wearing leather shoes, gray slacks, white shirt and sports coat. Fletcher looks uncomfortable an a grey suit. Mack brings up the rear wearing black pants and t-shirt. He looks about the place approvingly.

They are greated by Nina in the hallway.

Nina "So good of you to come. I wasn't sure if you would or not. All I'd like to do is to bury the hatchet and prove that we are all civil here in this house. Will there be any more showing up?"

Mack "No that will be all. Here, I brought you a little something."

Mack hands a bottle of wine over to Nina. she reads the lable up and down then nods approvingly."

Nina "I assume you picked this out?"

Mack "It was Grifter actually."

Nina thanks Grifter and he bows slightly.

Nina "Come this way into the dining room, everything is almost set up."

Mack "Certainly, lead the way."

They all head down the hall way and the door is about to close when a bunch of men wearing Hard Core Cafe jackets come in through the door. Thgey are all carrying various plates of food from the restaurant with them including a case or two of Grizzly Beer. A container of coffee marked 'MACK' can be seen as well. It seems that the Morans have brought there own food with them.

Sirus "You can never be to sure about sushi."

......  (Moran Clan)

After seeing the men in Hard Core Cafe jackets bring in the foor, she stares speechless for a few moments before laughing.

Nina: I must say, I didn't expect this, but of course it's a welcome environment for such. Please, make yourselves comfortable as evrything is prepared.

They all sit in the seating room, which is furnished rather expensivly. The music being played is chorus music, performed traditionally Gothic. A giant blackwood grandfather clock ticks with a pendulum in the shape of a red dragon, and Brymstone sits on a throne-like black chair that faces them all.

Nina: Now, I'd like to take this moment to wish you all luck in your upcoming matches.

The Japenese butler comes, after taking their jackets, serving a platter full of sushi, allong with napkins.

Nina: Are you quite certain you don't want to try it? It's rather healthy, and our chef is exquisite. He came all the way from Byouki to work for us.

Sirus: Um...no...that's okay.

The Japenese butler begins to eye each of them threteningly. "Nina-san, warui karera-no arimasu! Watakushi-no beki-desu--"

Nina: Iye! (Then calmly.) Iye. Arigato.

The butler leaves after casting Grifter a look. The Morans look at Nina curiously. She smiles.

Nina: Um, he says dinner is ready. If you will all follow me? (Nina)

Upon seeing the newcommers, he quietly slinks into the corner of the room and leans against the wall. He clasps his hands behind his back, his cold eyes studying these bafoons. (Hessian)

[Raizzor follows the Grimms at a distance. He enters the front door, looks around, then turns.. walking out. Why? We're not sure.. Raizzor tries to sneak off without being seen] (Raizzor)

Sirus "Why did he give you that look?"

Sirus and the rest of the clan are following Nina into the dinning area. The Hard Core Cafe employees are following in as well. They are eager to set up. You night think that the Hard Core Cafe is just a trendy place, but there cooks are in fact quite accomplished. Sirus loks to Grifter for an answer but only gets a shrug.

Sirus "Do you think she liked my suit? It took a long time to find one just perfect (Sirus looks very happy about his choice of eveninng wear.)

You know .. I keep expecting Mr. Body to pop up from somewhere. Do you think maybe there are palor games afterwards? I love games."

Mack "Sirus ... please just follow the lady in will you."

Sirus "Alright unc."

Grifter pokes Sirus in the arm to get his attention.

Sirsu "No, I don't think I saw him. ----- I assume that he'd be let in. ------ 'Al' will keep one eye out for him."

.......  (Moran Clan)

She sits them all down at appropriate places. Before she can say anything, the Japenese butle comes, rather hurredly, to deliver a message.

"Watakushi-wa Raizzor-no mimasu."

Suris: What did he say?

Nina: (looking rather unsure.) He said...he saw Raizzor...hm...well, I suppose if he wanted to join us he was more than welcome. Kirau, champagne dozo.

The butler moves about, filling each of their glasses. Bymstone, who has been very quiet the entire evening, lifts the glass and speaks in a baritone and rather intimidating voice.

Brymstone: To each of our accomplishments, and our success in the future.

Nina: Oh, and Sirus? We've got pool. Will that suit you? I was thinking that after dinner we could play that and some poker in the parlor with our tea.

Sirus: (grins) Hey, cool.

The butler comes in the a very large platter, and the Hard Core Cafe restoraunt employees do the same. Each lift the lid from their silver plates simultaniiously. The butler smiles an odd smile. "Dinner is served, Moran-san. Brymstone and Nina-San."

The contents of his platter are sushi. He also has miso shiru, osuimono, sashami, and suki yaki laid out on the table. The Hard Core Cafe members begin serving the Morans. They offer Nina steak, which she kindly refuses.

Samantha: You...don't like steak?

Nina: I...can't eat it. It's too...heavy for me. I usually stick to sakana and gohan. Or...fish and rice.

Mack: What's with that butler of yours?

Nina: He's very protective of us. He's watched our promos and he thinks that your actual enemies of ours. Of course I've informed him that none of this is true.
The butler comes back and whispers something in her ear.

Nina: It appears that somone else is here. (Nina)

Sirus "Only one thing Nina, I'm not playing dress up poker anymore."

Flecther "Umm, could i be shown the little boys room?"

Nina "Please show him the way."

She motions to the butler who looks very hesitant in doing so. But after a brief exchange he agrees. Fletcher and he leave the room.

Sirus "Say, have you ever seen clue?"

Nina "I can't say that I have."

Sirus "No matter. Is Brym always this quiet? Not that I mind, I'm used to the silent treatment.

Get it?"

Sirus starts to laugh to himself and then just explodes in convulsive fits. He rolls around on the floor in sheer delight. Samantha continues to just eat her steak. Mack tries to pretend he's in another room. Grifter gets up and helps his friend back to his seat. After he gets settled again we see Fletcher walking back into the room again.

He's wearing the butlers suit.

Mack "What are you doing?"

Fletcher "I couldn't understand him but I'm sure he was calling me something unsavory. American pig or something."

Mack "We're Canadian."

Fletcher "I know. Anyway, he was acting all high and mighty and I think he tried to hit me. Not sure, might have been a mosquito. Anyway, it's taken care of."

Mack "Why are you wearing his suit?"

Fletcher "Well, we're guests so I thought it would be the polite thing to do."

Fletcher starts to butle.

.......  (Moran Clan)

(Project-X is walking down the street bored out of his skull waiting for Chaos to start. He suddenly walks by a building where posh laughter can be heard. He peeps in through the window to see Sirus playing pool with Nina and wonders what is going on with the penguin suits.

Project-X then makes his way around the back of the building and peeps in to the kitchen where a Japanese chef is cooking up some spring rolls and stuffing them with vegetables.

Project-X then enters the kitchen through the back door and pulls the chef aside.)

P-X: That is not how you make a spring roll!

Japanese chef: Mushi Mushi!

P-X: Hello to you to. Now here is a crash course on how to do spring rolls the real way. First you get the rat poison and stuff the pastery with it. Then you get a jar of monkey piss and pour it over the roll for flavo.....

(The Japanese butler then walks in and says something too fast to understand.)

P-X: What did Nina do, smuggle in some guys from Japan or what?

(Project-X then gives the Japanese chef 5 dollars.)

P-X: Keep up the good job and make sure you serve the spring rolls the way I said and I am sure your boss will just DIE with surprise.

Now if you do not mind I have a party to join.

(Project-X then walks past the butler as the butler says.)

Jap Butler: Uille gi hi

(Project-X then enters the dining room and natices everyone staring at him. He then notices that he is wearing his street clothes with mucky boots that have left brown footprints coming out of the kitchen. Project-X shrugs and garbs a bit of shrimp and a glass of champaigne and joins the party dragging his foot prints whereever he goes.) (Project X)

Evryone turns to see Project-X. The Japenese butler runs in, wearing a different suit and having a black eye.

JB: Nina-san! Dozo, sumisasen! Gomen nasai, gomen nasai!

Nina: Yoroshii...hello, P-X. What was I thinking not to have invited you? Care for a drink? Something...non-alcoholic, perhaps? (She sees her floor.) Oh dear...Seiketsu-na sono, dozo.

The butler goes to work cleaning the floor while they continue playing pool and drinking tea. (Nina)

As soon as The Spider and Lindsey arrived at Nina's house Dalton Campbell knew something was amiss. I guess a cynic would say that his "spider senses" were tingling. He walks up to the doorbell and rings the bell. He is greeted shortly after by the butler who takes their coats. Dalton campbell walks into the wide banquet hall and makes his way over to Nina to thank her for inviting them. He nods over at Brymstone sitting in his regal chair. Brymstone nods back. He then sees Project-X tramping around looking out of place. Dalton decideds to avoid project-X and instead goes over and grabs a two glasses of scotch by the bar. (The Spider and Lindsey)

The party is in full swing. All PWAites are enjoying themselves, and getting totally blasted at brymstone's expense. Suddenly, outside the home, a car pulls up. The lighting is poor, so it is nearly impossible to see the vehicle, but the engine is forign. BMW? Porche?

A figure steps out. One would guess this person to be male due to his size, but he wears a mask, making his identity unknown. He slowly climbs the steps and rings the doorbell. Then runs back to his car, laughing as he speeds off into the night.

Brymstone opens the door and is surprised to see nobody there.

Brymstone: Hello.....Ah, the hell with ya!

He slams the door and returns to his party. (The Masked Man)

Brymstone comes back, infroming Nina of a "doorbell-ditcher". She laughs it off.

"Crazy kids..." (Nina)

[As the party is in full swing, Raizzor enters the room. Everything stops as all heads turn to him. Nina begins to rise, but Raizzor holds up a hand, signalling for her to sit. Raizzor walks around the huge table, nodding to the Grimms, who in turn nod back. He passes everyone until he comes to Brymstone.

Brymstone rises, suddenly sensing a confrontation. Raizzor steps right up to Brymstone and hands him a small package, wrapped in plain brown paper. Brymstone is curious, and a little apprehensive. However, he takes the offered item and unwraps it. Brymstone'e eyes go wide and Nina is quickly by his side.

They both look down at the gift, and it is a photograph of when Raizzor and Brymstone locked up in the middle of the ring. It shows both of them in combat, but with neither holding an advantage. At the bottom, it is written;]

From One Phenom To Another,
Don't Trust Anybody.

Raizzor

[Raizzor then turns and begins to walk out of the room, when Nina hurries over... she again tries to speak, but Raizzor places a finger to her lips and shakes his head. He turns, nods again to the Grimms and walks out of the room. Leaving the rest of the group to wonder at his actions. Nina turns back to Brymstone, and they stare at one another for a moment. Brymstone sets the picture down safely on the table and sits back down, motioning Nina to do the same, and the party continues on......] (Raizzor)

Nina sits after Brymstone has motioned for her to do so, but she can't refuse her better nature. After a few seconds, she rushes to the door to thank Raizzor, but much to her dismay, he has vanished from sight. She stands at the door for a few seconds and says into the night air.

"Thank you." (Nina)

Sirus rummages through his vest pocket and comes up with a glossy of 'Al' He takes his paw and dips it into a gravy boat. He presses 'Al's paw down on the picture and stands up. He walks over to Nina half looking at her and half at the door.

"Here, you may want to let this dry for a bit, but know this. 'Al' dosn't do autographs all that often. And i don't want it showing up on E-BAY ok?

Sorry, I have to go now."

Sirus grabs 'AL' and heads out the door. The rest of the clan unfazed by all of this continue on with what they were doing.

...  (Moran Clan)

It was raining, but not the fury of a raging thunderstorm. Rather it was the calm dark rain that causes many to brood and become filled with melancholy. That was the mood on the street in which the rain fell, as people moved on oblivious of their watchers. The sight turns to an elderly old man, wrinkled and knotted with age, a hard wooden cane in one hand as he slowly makes his was to an archaic building. Seen fully the building is very old, it’s hardwood oak door rotting from neglect, the gray siding in obvious need of repair. A worn sign can be seen it’s lettering barely legible.

Week of July 15 - 21

NO AWARDS

The scene opens, poetry being read by a soft and gentle, yet masculine voice. His words flow through you during the silent areas of this promo.

"Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear."
--Walter Savage Landor

The scene opens in a room, where the lights have all been turned off and the only illuminations come from flashes of lightning very close by, originating from the storm outside. All you see is complete and total blackness, until the immage of ruffling curtains is noted. The camera pans around, trying to get a lock on their location. The crimson curtains over the large windows blow with the heavy wind, and finally, two figures are spotted.

"Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon--
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Night--
Swift be thine approached flight,
Come soon, soon!"
--Percy Bysshe Shelly



The first is Brymstone, sitting up in their grandiose bed and wearing his cloth mask, the newly tattood immage of a Celtic dragon on his arm now fully apparent. He has no shirt, and his long matted hair falls to broad shoulders as Daemon's form is recognized beside him. Her sleeping body lies over his, with her head resting against his lap as he watches the storm outside. As if on cue, he reaches for the remote and turns on their bedroom telovision, sending out a large ammount of illumination into the bedroom.

From the telovision comes a replay of the Spider's promo...

"Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you to live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we all must file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain."
--Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Brymstone closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them back up after contemplating after a bit. From his throat comes a deep and gruff voice, obviously tired from the previous match.

"This...sadistic move to have me win the title. These...oppressivly weak decisions being made by people I could smite with a word..."

He shakes his head.

"How I have come to be this way is beyond even me. I am not evil, yet my personality often lingers towards that apparent fate. Such a burning desire is felt within me, time and time again. For the simple feeling of breaking bones of a man as strong as myself, and the copper smell of spilt blood like a sacrifice. Or a consequence to an even greater fate than they could ever realize. It's allmost as if I never had a chance to do otherwise, even from the beginning. I could quit now and save people their lives, their souls. I could save myself and claim redemption..."

He looks down at Nina, and narrows his eyes.

"It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
to which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
but as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose."
--Thomas Moore


"...but then where would the honor lie in that? Were I to leave the stage now, the actors that would take my place could have no chance of ever succeeding at what darkness I shall make befall unto this place. The stakes, one would say, are getting much too high. There's no room for failure, that enough is clear. That is why Summer Sizzler will be my night. The night it all begins. Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh Spider? Once you were to be like a friend to me, a man I could trust. But now we've become mortal enemies, and you've become like myself at the head of the Creatures of the Night I once so proudly reigned over. A group I must, and refuse to not overcome. A group of my fellow beings...forgive me please for these, my past sins, but you were all once my friends..."

"I remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy."
--Thomas Hood


He looks down, as if debating something within his mind. He touches Nina's face, seeing the large bandage over her skull.

"I don't think I can control myself for much longer. This temporary placement of the dragon, it will only supress my anger but little. But she refuses to leave. She is in danger, near me, yet she still stays? I've asked God, why did he put her in my charge? Somone so devoid of fear and so blind with compassion? What did I do to deserve such a fate as the ugly wretching feeling I must forever supress in order to win? I saw the recording of me striking her. Let me assure all...I wanted to kill myself. Once you have felt remorse like I've felt, you have no plans of becoming anything great. You wish you could be struck down so this miserable life you live could end and be forgotten, but I just can't let that happen. Even if I can never look at the only being I care for so deeply in the eye again withought fearing to see my own actions...even if she must remain by my side under her own compassion and faithfulness to the monster you see before you... All because of the night I must lead. The victory I must give my successors. The power I must bestow on those who have my blood flowing through them, and will be raised with the ethics and tutiledge and love I will give them. The love I will never stop giving to them until the day I die and they are left on this realm in my stead. To my children. God bless you. Amen."

"Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;

My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy;

Seven years thou'wert lent to mee, and I thee pay,

Exacted by fate, on the just day.

O could I lose all father now! for why

Will man lament the state he should envy,

To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage,

And, if no misery, yet age?

Rest in soft peace, and asked, say 'Here doth lie

Ben Jonson his best peice of poetry.'

For those sake hencefourth all his vows to be such

As what he loves may never like too much."

--Ben Jonson

Fade out…

Brymstone-&-Nina

We're walking down a hall that is familiar, but we can't quite place it. Dust is laying on the floorway, small cobwebs gather at the corners of the wall and ceiling and a beware sign can be seen. The sign has a pirate on it with a patch over his eye. It warns us of the danger that lies beyong .. it also says you have to be this tall to ride.

We continue on.

We hear some low mumblings coming from down the hall. A light shines out from under the door. We walk up to it and the door reads 'OFFICE OF DR. PLMO'. Plmo? … Oh, it looks as if parts of the letters have been scrapped off. We hear Sirus talking to himself. We push the door open to see Sirus laying down on an old psychiatrists couch. 'Al' is sitting back in a comfy leather seat behind an oak desk. He has a file marked MORAN, SIRUS open on the desk. It reads a bit of his past and shows a few photos at different ages. On the wall behind 'Al' are two posters. One of Freud's 'WHAT'S ON MENS MINDS' and the newest poster from the nAp.

We listen in.

"… what do you mean tell you about my childhood? You were there the whole time."

'Al' "…..!"

"I already told you that, my mother put you and your brother up in the attic in that trunk. She told me you had left for a convention. How could I know you were up there? Fletcher and I finally found you guys. I don't think Mom has ever forgiven Uncle Mack for giving you guys to us."

'Al' " …."

"No, I'm not sure if Uncle Mack has forgiven himself either."

'Al' "….?"

"How have I been feeling? Well, I'll tell you. I feel kind of stupid wearing the mister Incredible uniform out all by myself."

'Al' "….?"

"No, Raizzoom .. Errr, Raizzor hasn't been out to play lately. I leave messages, I try to be nice. I don't even know if he got the flowers. I'm telling you, it's enough to drive a man sane."

'Al' "…..?"

"No, I don't think trying to be friends with Chamelion on Brymstone will work. Chamelion was a friend before, and he turned on everyone just like Raizzor did. Again. And Brymstone is just … freeaky."

'Al' "…..?"

"Yeah, I do have to face him t the PPV. He's going to be tough, but I may not even meet him at all. All this darkness mumbo jumbo. Is he evil incarnate? Is he the menace I have to face? Who named me the chosen one?"

'Al' " …. ?!?!?"

"Yes I still believe in that. A few people have told me that. "

'Al' "…?"

"What do you mean 'How does that make me feel?' Is that what I pay you for? No wait, I remember the contract now. It is.

I go up against a few others. There's P-X who seems a little happier now that he's found himself. I kinda liked his old schtick though. Not as good as G.I.Bro, but good. But he still likes to probe people. Brute would have been proud.

Let's see, Porter ….. someone who I thought was a friend, but then he too turned on me. Damn him!!! Damn what he did to Grape Fear! Just goes to show, you try to be nice to someone and they turn on you. I'm never going to trust him again."

'Al' " …?"

"Sure you can invite him over to a party later.

Big Daddy …"

'Al' " … "

" .. he left in a train? Hunh … Now if he were to leave on a jet plane, I'd have a bit more respect for the man. Oh well.

That leaves PaNZaDiSe. Now he and I get along very well I think. So -----'

'Al' " …!!!!"

"Iknow you like him. You can stop doing the nAp cheer now. You're not really helping you know. I came here t get some things off my chest and to feel better. So, how are you going to help?"

'Al' "…?"

"Yes I had a dram last night, but no I wasn't naked. Gee, that's kinda personal."

'Al' " ….?"

"Well, I'm being chased through the woods by a giant bratwurst. Suddenly I fall into a deep hole. I'm falling and falling. I land on a train. The train goes faster and faster. There's a man in black on the train. He shakes his rubber chicken at me. An elephant eats my hat. Fireworks explode. A chimp in a plaid suits tries to sell me life insurance. The train stops in Berlin. I ask the conductor "Is this Berlin?" The conductor replies, "Do I look like cheese to you?!" A rabbi and an Irishman get on the train. I'm frantic, because I can't remember the rest of the joke. I'm about to yodel, then I woke up."

'Al' "….. … ….. . . … … …?"

"Yes, I did fall asleep drinking one of my special milkshakes while reading the memoirs of Primma Donna, why do you ask?"

'Al' " .."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess that does explain a lot. Come on, I'll buy you a Grizzly Beer. Oh wait, I almost forgot. Not only do you drink the beer, you're the owner.

Uhhh, buy me one? After all, I am paying you $500 an hour here."

'Al' "…"

"Thanks pal, I don't know what I'd ever do without you."

Sirus gets up off of the couch and scoops up 'Al in his arms. It looks like Sirus is listening to 'Al'. Sirus looks a little surprised butt walks around the desk. With a smile across his face he bends down and when he comes back up he has Grape Fear with him. The three of them go off to the Hard Core Café to catch up on old times.

Fade out ….


Sirus and 'Al'

~>>The camera slowly scans across the dark wood. Trees of various species, such as Pine, Oak and Cedar, are seen. It is dark inside the forest, but the question of what lies behind the great wall of trees still itches at the back of our minds. The cameraman begins to move forward, jumping at the slightest sound. He stops at the very edge of the forest, and listens carefully for any noise...all is silent...dead silent, the kind of silence one hears before something disastrous happens. The cameraman, more cautious than ever, stalks into the dark wood.
Now standing in a small area some ways into the wood, the cameraman loses some of his fright and peers up through a fair sized opening in the trees to gaze at the full moon. The view is fixated on this for quite some time, moving away only when noise is heard. A loud rustling noise, the sound of leaves crunching beneath ones feet, startles the cameraman and he backs up quickly and trips over an exposed stump, falling to the ground and hurling the camera into the sky. The camera hits the ground and we catch a glimpse of the silhouette of a tall figure before static fills the screen.<<~
~>>The scene fades in from black. We are now in an open field of some type. Various trees form a circular wall around the field. In front of the wall, flaming torches brighten the area. The torches, unlike the wall of trees and wood, forms a half circle, leaving a small opening to the south. From the opening, the torches lead outward into the forrest, forming an illuminated path into the wood. From this path, the same silhouette we saw earlier,is seen again, walking towards us. The torches do nothing to give the mans identity, but instead, only cast dancing shadows upon his face. It appears he is wearing a cloak or, more than likely a long trench coat, since there is no hood. The closer he gets, the more light is shed upon his face, until the man is finally revealed as Eric "Valek" Draven. Draven stops just short of the camera and begins pacing around it, close to the torches, which cast a demonic glow to his face. He speaks, still keeping his pace<<~


Draven: Time quickens, Too Panz. It is only a little over 24 hours before we meet in the squared circle. It will be a great match, no doubt, but it will end as all my matches have in the past...with my hand being raised victoriously. You say that you are a better fighter than I...that really means allot coming from a boy more concerned with his looks than he is with hurting people...one more concerned with making others laugh...this isn't a contest of Humor, Too Panz, it is and will prove out to be the match of your petty little life...a life which could very well end at Rampage. 
You say I will have to use more than hair and finger nails to frighten you. Pansy, I am not here to frighten you, I am here to hurt you...and for that, all I need is my bear hands...Pansy, I am not afraid to hurt others, and I have proven time and time again that I'm damn sure not afraid to kill...what you say and do now will decide which fate you meet Saturday. Will you be carried out in an ambulance, or will it be in a hearse. I am allowing you to decide. Your fate no longer rests in my hands...
Now, as Saturday draws near, I wait. I wait for you to once again grace us with your small, meaningless words. I wait for the toll of the bell, when the beginning of your end shall start. I wait, Too Panz...and as I wait, as the Hatred increases, so does my power...and with that, I start your DEMISE...With that, you have moved much higher on my list of VICTIMS...and with that, I will bring you to your maker. The count down to your Judgement Day is fast quickening...Only 24 short hours remain...treasure them, for they could very well be your last.......


~>>Upon that last spoken word, the camera fades out. 
Fade In. We are now standing in another dark room. Much like the second to last one, this too appears to be an empty arena. The ring in the center stage is all that can be made out in the darkness. Once again, a bright red spotlight flickers on and we can now make out the surroundings. It is an average arena, chairs, millions of them stacked way up into the rafters. As we peer up into the rafters, a figure appears, this one not shadowed...we can clearly tell that this is Valek. Valek walks along the guard rails of the rafters. The scene fades and re-opens at the top of the arena. In the rafters. Valek is seated in one of the chairs and is leaning back, watching the construction crew assemble all the necessities for Rampage. The pyrotechnics are tested, giving us a spectacular preview. The sound is tested, and basically your typical preparations are made for the show. The main focus are the men below, placing the final pieces on the ring. Valek begins to speak<<~

Draven: Too Panz...look [Points down to the men assembling the ring] They assemble our wargrounds, Too Panz...they piece together your death bed. I will give you one thing, you are a good warrior, but I am still a far better Warrior...and a more vicious individual. You will find that out soon enough...for now, you wait. Wait and weep, little man, because deep down inside, whether you admit it to yourself or not...Deep within your soul, you realize that you are just the same as those in the past that have crossed me...and your future will follow the same as they. Do you actually think you stand even the slightest chance against me? Do you actually believe that you can put me away? Do you? Too Panz? Actually think for one second that this will be easy?, that you're really a better fighter than I? If so, then you are sadly mistaken, child, and your are going down the wrong path...a path that leads to destruction and violence. But, fear not, little Pansy, for I can promise you this...The pain you feel...It will only last a few seconds, then it'll all be over with. It Will All Be Over With!...for you!!!
~>>The lights in the arena fade out. The ringside crew, panic in wonder of what the hell has just happened...Valek's sinister laughter is heard from somewhere in the dark as the scene fades out<<~

Eric "Valek" Draven

The scene fades in on Raizzor as he walks though Shady Groves Mental Institution carrying a bundle of clothes and then a sheathed sword on a black leather belt. Following him are Chameleon and Nightmare, who don’t seem happy at being dragged here. Raizzor walks up to the front desk and sets down the items to get them inspected. The security guard draws the sword and glares at Raizzor


Security Guard: What the Sam-hell is this? Why are you bringing a dangerous weapon into a Mental Institution?


Raizzor: A friend of mine requested that I bring these to him… he is currently in room 106… Take me to him now so that I can deliver these to him and we can be on our way…


The security guard looks over the list of…tenants and sees who’s in room 106 and his eyes widen slightly. He then puts the sword back into it’s sheath and leads them to room 106, and unlocks the door. Slowly Raizzor, and Nightmare step into the room pulling Brymstone who is asleep up to his feet


Raizzor: C’mon old friend…get up…we’ve come to get you out of here…(gently shakes Brym as he rises)


Brymstone slowly opens his eyes and yawns, looking about seeing Raizzor and Nightmare, who is holding his things. Raizzor moves behind him and removes the restraints on the straightjacket and Brymstone shrugs it off, stretching his arms that haven’t been used in close to a week. Brymstone takes the things from Nightmare and the others leave the scene fades to black.


The scene reopens a few moments later and Brymstone’s clothes are folded on the bed as he is wearing a dark blue Karate gi with the symbol of a wolf’s paw in red on the right side of the chest. His matted hair hangs in his face, as he no longer wears the cloth mask. He takes the swordbelt and loops it around the pants and then buckles it letting the sword hang off to his left as he pulls on the sandals that were brought to him. Brymstone then reaches back, tying his hair in the ceremonial ponytail for Celtic warrior, revealing his face Proudly, and with a look of anger in his eyes Brymstone steps out from the room giving the guard a hard shove into the wall as Raizzor follows him filling him in on what’s been happening lately


Raizzor: And the sound faded out before we could hear anything… but it looks like Sword has something planned for you when you return…


Brymstone: Good…then we’ll have some fun yet… And from now on…until further notice…I am no longer Brymstone…I am taking my true name… Let the PWA forget awhile my darkness as I set it aside to reclaim that, which is most important…. My wife… Raizzor…you claimed I was blinded by my love for Nina…well…see now the true meaning of my feelings for her…when I meet Sword face to face…once more. And Sword… I am laying aside my so called Gimmick… you do the same… I want an honest to God fight…you…versus me…hand to hand… Martial Arts style… I’m calling you out Sword…are you man enough to face me in an honorable fight…or will you cower like the worm you are behind your disguised voice…and my wife? As for you…Nina…my love, prepare to truly see the power I have withheld from you…for I am far stronger now…than I ever was as Brymstone…DEATH will fall...and I will take you back with me…


Ashram exits the building and places his stuff in the trunk of his car which was brought there specially by request as he slips into the car, he plays an old Celtic Battle Song and then speeds off into the distance followed by The Dark Forces, Raizzor, Chameleon and Nightmare. The scene fades to black with this image fading in over it.

***It's Friday morning, two days before the big London's Burning event in which Mark Marino will embark on his PWA journey when he makes his PWA debut against RJW World Champion, Showtime. A win here will make Mark Marino's career springboard to greatness here in the PWA because Showtime is a great wrestler. Eyes will be opened if Mark Marino picks up the victory here and he just could. Camera opens up in Mark and Melissa Marino's hotel room. Mark is drinking a coffee while reading the newspaper. He gets to an interesting article about slurpees and Winnipeg. He gets an interested look on his face and then he smirks. The article appears to say that Winnipeg (Mark's hometown) has been named the Slurpee Capital of the World based on slurpee consumpiton per capita. Mark calls Melissa over and she walks over in her bathrobe, drinking a cup of coffee. She moves the coffee mug into her left hand and runs her right hand through her hair.***

Melissa: What's up honey?

Mark Marino: Have you seen this yet?

(Mark passes her the paper and she takes a look at the article. She gets a shocked look on her face and Mark just grins at her.)

Mark Marino: It's great isn't it?

Melissa: Yeah, of course it is! Winnipeg is finally famous for something!

Mark Marino: Besides me. But this is just great, this requires some sort of celebration! I know what I am going to do, I am going to buy a slurpee machine for us boys here in the PWA, Mark Marino's own slurpee machine! This is going to be great! I'll drop Ace an email in just a little bit to tell him to get it for me.

Melissa: Great idea honey.

Mark Marino: I know, this is going to be great and in honour of us becoming the Slurpee Capital of the World, I am going to defeat Showtime this Sunday! I better go get that email sent!

(Mark quickly gets up and goes over to another table where his laptop is set up. He turns it on and then waits for Windows to load. Windows loads up and he dials up to his internet service provider. He opens up Outlook express and gets everything set up to type the email.)