The Best of The Reprobate

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GWF's premiere Pay-Per-View event, Rise and Fall 2008, had just taken place. In one of the career make-or-break matches of the night, The Reprobate took on Mark Madison and Nitro Nick in a three way dance. The winner would obtain the right to add themselves to either the United States or Intercontinental Championship matches, any time, anywhere.

After weeks of teasing his transformation to that of a changed man, The Reprobate discouraged his cheating manager from getting involved. Rep won the match by interference, although he may not have been aware of his manager's cheating ways during the match. After his win, he took to the ring to scold his manager and set her straight... or so we thought.

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The GWF crowd stirs and the camera pans the arena. Fans alternate between standing on their feet and sitting waiting for the next event to take place, as the camera continues moving along the crowd. The camera reaches the entrance ramp and stops moving.

Suddenly, "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" hits.

The ramp lights flicker and turn red. The arena lights dim and the spotlights are red. The curtain moves and out from behind it comes The Reprobate, with a briefcase in his hand. He looks increasingly frustrated, and walks down the ramp as if he were looking for a fight. A fan goes to reach for a high five, and Rep stares at him coldly, and then continues on his way to the ring. He throws the briefcase on the apron, and climbs in to the ring. The lights are still dark, and he walks over to the opposite corner of the ring and sits in it. The music comes to an end, but the lights stay off. A blue glare comes off from the other side of the arena, and you can see the basic outlines of Rep's face from the blue glare. The lights stay off and the ramp lights turn off.

Rep
The word disappointment cannot even begin to explain my reactions to what happened at Rise & Fall. In my match, the one person I thought I could count on has ruined my career. I was given a match in which if I won, I would be able to add myself in to any Intercontinental or United States Championship match. I won that match. I have that opportunity. Any time an IC or US Title takes place, I can come out and win the match any time that I see fit. The person that made sure that I won that match made and broke my character in the same swift movement. She made sure that I won this opportunity, but at the same time I became dependent on her, and I couldn't win a match without her. She's done me wrong, and I want her out here right now. GET OUT HERE!!!

"Whatta Man" by Salt-N-Pepa hits

Christina Hernandez comes out from behind the curtain, with mascara running. She seems to have been listening backstage and began crying. The lights slowly begin to come back on, and Christina attempts to wipe away the make-up.

Rep
As she walks down to the ring, take note of the tears running down her face. She feels the pain and she knows she's done wrong. In time she can be forgiven, but her judgment day is now. Enter the ring to accept your punishment.

Rep pulls himself up and is now standing in the ring, face to face with his valet.

Rep
In your mind, you thought you were helping me. On the outside, you may be breaking my career. With each time that you help me win a match, I become even more dependent than the last time. With every passing chairshot that you brutalize, I become even more of an ANIMAL. I become DEPENDENT on you. You become the only reason that I win matches. When I won this checkbook match, I was walking back to the locker room with you, and I was thinking about whether or not I should do this. I decided that I should. What I need to do is punish you right here in this ring. This is gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you.

Rep drops to a knee.

Rep
Get down here on my knee so we can get this over with. COME ON! If you don't come down, I'll bring you down. No? You're not gonna come down willingly?

Rep grabs Christina by the arm and lays her over his knee. He begins to spank her on the ass and with every spank the crowd cheers. She rolls off of his knee and Rep stands up. She sits on her knees and faces Rep as he stands.

Rep
I told you that this was your judgment day. We're not finished yet. We've only just begun.

Rep unbuckles his belt and slides it off, but before he can do anything with it...

"Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie hits.

From the back comes Alex Storm, GWF employee. He has a microphone with him.

Storm
Rep, you and I may not see eye to eye on everything, but I'm an announcer now. I'm out here to get an interview with you. I wanted to ask you... who are you going to challenge? The US or IC Champion? What title are you shooting for and who are you challenging?

Rep
Storm... NOT NOW. You know damn well that I'm busy right now. Besides, I wouldn't give you an interview if you paid me. I still hate your stinkin guts. Get out of my face before I deck you with another DDT and send you back in to a choma.

Storm
Rep, I'm a professional now. Those harsh words can't get to me anymore. You can't get in to my head anymore. You're not going to bother me. I just want to know who you're going to challenge and what belt you're going to want to win.

Rep
I told you to get out of my face you piece of scum. The only reason you're an announcer is because I kicked your ass so badly you were never the same, and you just couldn't cut it as a wrestler anymore, you big fat bag of SUCK.

Storm
...LISTEN, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU'RE CHALLENGING AND I WANT A DAMN ANSWER RIGHT... FRIGGIN.. NOWWWW!!!

Rep turns and laughs, and knicks his head towards Alex as some sort of cue... and surely enough, Christina comes from behind Alex with a chairshot.

Rep
As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted... Christina, you are and forever will be the greatest manager of all time. Not only did you win me this checkbook challenge and a shot at a belt, but after the match you and I had one hell of a celebration. When I do challenge for a belt, I know you'll be there. I know you'll help me win that match. I know all of this, and quite frankly, I have no objections. You truly are the Manager of the Year. And you people know damn well that it's true! Don't boo me! Are you saying that I'm a cheap wrestler because I used my manager to my advantage? Each and every one of you fat fucks would accept a helping hand if it were extended to you, so don't come to me with the riot act. When I win a belt, I'm gonna laugh, because not only was I correct, but in being correct, I proved each and every one of you pieces of garbage wrong. All along, I had this woman help me and make you idiots believe that I was trying to be honest. Do you know what that did for my T-Shirt sales? I made a fortune. The only reason I dropped the act was because you were catching on. But I put an end to that before you could. Not only am I now rich, but I have nothing to lose. By this time next year, you are all going to know me as World Heavyweight Champion. But first, I have to make my way up. Not only will I make my way up, but after I finish climbing, I'm gonna cut the rope so nobody else can reach me. I will be Champion, and I will do it...

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After riding the wave of success from Rise and Fall, The Reprobate was booked in a one on one match with a young up and comer named Nicholas Zaltren. The young man's mentor, Shane Xzavery, attempted to warn Nick of what Rep would be capable of outside of the ring as well as in.

Before the match, Rep made an offer to Nick to save him from Xzavery, who he called "corrupt." In one of the greatest examples of mind games, Rep made a young wrestler doubt his trainer and took the level out of their relationship to get an easy win over the young man.

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The scene opens up on a beach, at night of course. The sand lays under the moon, not moving an inch. In the background, trees can be seen moving slowly with the wind. A dirty old wooden wall, which is falling apart, is far off in the distance, and separates the beach from a small, dirty building. Birds fly far in the background, and send off the screen. The camera moves to the left slowly, towards the water. The sound of the water hitting the sand gets louder as the camera progressively turns. The camera continues moving until it meets The Reprobate, standing in the water with his manager Christina Hernandez standing at his side, with her arms on his shoulder. Rep wears his usual attire, but he's missing his elbow pads and wrist tape. Christina however is donning a wet white tanktop which obviously reveals several parts of her, and a purple thong.

Rep:
Nicholas Zaltren, you're young. You're young and ignorant. You remind me of me when I was younger. You're easily swayed and persuaded. You're impressionable. You think that if somebody comes up to you wearing a business suit and makes you an offer, it must be official. You take notes and lessons from a man that isn't your father. Is he your father, Nick? Do you think of that man as a father to you? Or is he just a teacher? He teaches you what you think you need to know. Nick, I've heard what he has to say. He's using you. He's persuading you to do things unnecessary. He's lying to you and telling you to do things that will send you down the wrong path. He's systematically attempting to destroy you, and everything that you've worked for in your professional career.

When you wrestle in old barns and he hits you with a chair, do you think that he's trying to teach you a lesson? Do you think that he has good intentions for you when he's breaking a chair over your back? He's softening you up. He's softening you up for me... he wants you to lose. Do you know why he wants you to lose? He wants you to lose so he can go down to the nearest bar and gamble on the wrestling matches. He's gonna make sure that our match is so one sided that a clear winner is decided before the bell ever even rings. He's making money off of you, Nick. He's selling your exuberance and will to succeed in professional wrestling for a few extra dollars. He's cheating you, Nick. He's lying to you. He's using you. Do you know how it feels to be used? Do you know how it feels to deep in the back of your mind know that someone else was lying to you for their own benefit? Now you do. The cat's out of the bag, Nick. Who you thought was your best friend, in reality.... is your worst enemy.

My advice to you? Get up and run, Nick. Get up and run until you can't run anymore. Get as far away as possible from that monster. If you don't get away from him, he's going to continue to feed you lies, Nick. If you listen to Shane, you will fail. Contrary to what people may believe, I didn't sell my girlfriend out to Dave Shadow or anyone else on the staff to get my spot in the Checkbook challenge. I worked my way to that match, and I stole the victory. Nick, if you want a real leader, you'll join me. If you want someone to look up to, you'll join me. If you want someone who won't lie to you and reap the benefit of your mistakes... you'll join me. On the other hand, you might listen to Shane. You might just listen to him and feed in to his lies. If you do that, be warned. If you lay a finger on my girl, you're TOAST!

Rep begins laughing as Christina speaks.

Christina:
Little Nicky... I know you might be in a lot of pain after hearing the truth about Shane Xzavery, but you have to remember that there are still people in the world that care about you. You don't have to be sad, you don't have to cry. You can be like me. You can join The Reprobate. Five years ago, I lived in a two bedroom apartment with thirteen of my family members. I was surrounded by people but I felt so alone. I felt like there was nobody in the world that would understand me, but there was. I found him, and now I'm RICH!!! Nicky... don't feel bad. If you want a real man that would never lie to you and only help you in your career... join him.

Rep:
The deck is stacked, with cards that are unrecognizable. Gambling is one of Shane's strong sides, isn't it? You thought he would help you win the game of cards called life. In the end, he's the man that you thought would 'king' you. As it turns out, he's the guy that tells you to look away as he flips the entire board over, sending chess pieces on to the floor to smash in to a million pieces. Smithereens upon smithereens of what you thought would be future milestones in your career, end up being garbage on the floor that will never amount to anything. Now what? How do you bail yourself out of debt? You've lost the game, and the only way to get out scratch free is to make a deal.

Reprobate stops, and turns his neck to the water. The ocean waves have picked up, and he smells the air. Suddenly, a burst of water flies up in to the air as a figure emerges from the water. Christina grabs on to Rep's arm as the camera pans slowly over to the figure. It's a large man, dripping wet, with hair dangling over his face.

Rep:
You have to make a big deal. A big... fucking... deal. This Friday, if worst comes to worst, I'll be sealing the deal. Don't make me do it, Nicholas. Don't... make me... do it.

The Beast begins to laugh, which leads to a maniacal laugh. Rep slowly grins, and sinisterly laughs. Christina poses for the camera as it slowly pans off of the three and zooms in on the moon.

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The scene opens up, the first thing we see is the night sky and a golden shine of some sort of light. He move to the left, and we see a big damaged shack, with the word 'French Fries' in painted blue letters. He continue moving and it reveals a broken down rollercoaster. The gold light is then revealed to be some sort of game in the background of the shack. The camera keeps moving to reveal a Merry Go Round, which is moving. The music of the obstruction is heavily distorted, and almost sounds demonic. The camera moves and reaches the edge of a Ferris Wheel, which is also moving. The camera then continues on to reveal The Reprobate standing in front of the Ferris Wheel with Christina Hernandez. The Ferris Wheel is still moving, and Christina holds cotton candy in her hand.

Rep:
Nick Zaltren... I want to to help you. While I can see that you are easily swayed, I can admire you. I admire your desperation. I admire your courage to not even care about your own body while you train. See, Nick Zaltren... you're young and determined. You remind me of something that I now see in myself when I was young, and you remind me of something that I see in all of my idols... The Sheik, The Grizzly Cobra Kevin Sullivan. Your determination is something that professional wrestling needs. In the dawning era, the judgment day of wrestling has come. This industry will either survive and thrive, or it will die, high and dry. I can see the determination in your eyes. I can see that while you do something as simple as a push up, you have the fire in your eyes. You have the fire of a Champion. You have potential to do great things in this sport. While you have the determination... you're also making a huge mistake.

By following Shane Xzavery, you're wasting your potential. You're wasting what could be a huge and successful career, and for what? You know the truth. You know that the bastard that you follow is a no good swindler. You see... I've never told this to anyone Nick Zaltren... but the reason why I say that you and I are alike... is not only because of our determination to succeed, but because of our lives outside of wrestling as well. Shane Xzavery is a father figure to you, and he beats you. He abuses you, and he uses you. He takes your money, Nick. My father used to hit me too, Nick. My father would take my money. My father stole it all. He would drink, and he would abuse me.

But do you know what I did, Nick? I got up and left. I escaped, and I now stand before you as a successful man. I have a Heavyweight Title match whenever I want to use it. I'm a huge star in professional wrestling. I've made more money than my father has ever stolen from me. I'm a success. If you want to be a success like me, Nick... you'll get away from Xzavery, and join me. Just like I joined Jake Roberts. I ran to his wrestling school and I learned. Jake Roberts and I are much alike. He is to me, as I can be to you. You need a father figure, Nick. I'm here to fill that void that you need. I can be the helping hand that pulls you out of the sinking quick sand.

If anyone has any doubts about what I can do for someone, just look at her.

The camera pans over to Christina, who poses for the camera accordingly.

Rep:
She.... was a poor, defenseless, worthless mess when I found her in New York. But she was beautiful. I could see her beauty under the exterior. I could see that she had the perfect body shape. I could see that she could end up becoming useful. So I told her to follow me. She was smart enough to do it. Now she's dating a highly successful man. I can do it for you too, Nick. I can make you successful just like I made her successful. I can take you from nothing, and turn you in to something. I can be a miracle worker. There are too many people in this world who are afraid of their God. They're afraid of their God. I can be your God, Nick Zaltren. What people need to realize is that there is no spiritual God. But there can be a physical God. I can be your God, Nick Zaltren. I will take you from nothingness, just like the bible claims that the spiritual God did, and I can create you, just... like... he did. You can be World Champion, Nick. You can have it all. You can have the same checkbook, you can have the same caliber of women. You can do it all, if you just follow me. Keep it indented in the back of your head.

..And the next time you see Shane Xzavery... tell him I said "Hi."

The couple then walk backwards, not even paying to attention to what is behind them. They, however, somehow find their way on to one of the moving Ferris Wheel seats comfortably, and it takes them all the way to the top. The scene fades.

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The checkbook challenge was not the only accomplishment that Rep would take home around this time. Rep was booked in a three way ladder match for the GWF Interbrand Championship, the premiere belt of GWF Brunch, the lowcard TV show. His opponents... champion Adam Leos and Falcon McKenzie.

It wouldn't be easy... but somehow, Rep believed he would be able to take the belt, despite having to go through two other men.

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The scene opens with The Reprobate sitting on a swing, as he slowly rocks back and forth. On the other swing is Christina Hernandez, with her back to the camera, revealing her "Ghetto Booty." The camera moves back to Rep, who stares at her for a moment, and shifts his focus to the ground.

Adam Leos. You have been a thorn in my side for far too long. I've wrestled you countless times. You may have gotten the victory in every last one of them, but there's no question that you were the one coming out hurt in all of them. What made you want to attack me? Was it when I took a hammer to your piece of junk car? Was it when I broke in to your car and destroyed those worthless piece of crap CDs? Was it when I kicked your ass in the middle of the ring, only to have you pull off a cheap victory? You see, not only are you half the man I am in the bedroom, but you're half the man I am in the ring. You cannot perform as well as I can, and it makes you sick. So sick, that you've established a three man team just to take me down. I've had more success here than all three of you combined. I'm still on a roll. Sneak attack all you want. Plot all you can. I still have my checkbook, and you don't.

Michael Smart. I've wrestled you countless times as well. I feel like whenever I'm in the ring with you, I want to vomit. Whenever I look at what you have become, it makes me absolutely sick. They say that Michael Smart is the greatest wrestler to come by GWF in quite some time... obviously, they haven't seen me yet. Michael Smart, I've wrestled you on Brunch, I've wrestled you what feels like a dozen times already. I know your faults, and I know your weaknesses. This Friday, not only am I going to take advantage of them, I'm going to let my friend in on them, and if you thought that I showed no mercy, you just wait until you meet him.

Debolt Dragonsbane. You came up to me before my match with Nicholas Zaltren last week, and you were talking nonesense. I wouldn't have even remembered that you appraoched me if my agent here hadn't reminded me that you were on the agenda. I wouldn't have even known what happened between us. Hell, when you and your henchmen came out last week, I had completely forgotten why. Debolt Dragonsbane, I knocked you on your ass in front of everyone that was watching the show. Thousands of people in America saw you fall on your ass like the two-bit life-long loser that you are. You asked for it, and you got it. But you're asking for it again. You're asking for it again, Debolt Dragonsbane. You're going to get it again. Come this Friday Night, Debolt Dragonsbane, you are going to get it again.

Your jealousy and failure to deliver is what drives you to do what you did. You just don't have the skills to do what I've done. You aren't smart enough to find a way out of the hole. You could barely out-wrestle Damian DeVil, which is nothing short of a disappointment. You lost your match, and then you saw me win mine. It made you sick, you worthless piece of shit. It made you sick because you came to the realization that I can do it better than anyone else can... including you. So what do you do? You dare to raise your hand to a woman. You dare to threaten a woman. You were going to crack this woman's skull. But you know what, Debolt? You couldn't even do that right. You cracked your own skull, isn't that right, baby?

Christina hops off of her swing and sits in Rep's lap.

This Friday, Michael Smart... Adam Leos... and Debolt Dragonsbane... will get what is coming to them, they will rue the day that they did what they did. Because not only... am I upset about what you did to my agent last week... but I know someone who is just as pissed off. Just as upset, and just as angry. I know a man... if you can even call him that... who would rip another man's head off if he looked at him the wrong way. This... "man" was kept in solitary for close to fifteen years. He was fed raw meat and locked in the dark for fifteen years.

There is only one man... one organism... one beast... living on this earth today, that is angry at you, Debolt Dragonsbane. At you, Adam Leos. At you, Michael Smart. This Friday Night, you are going to be acquainted with him. But I can promise all three of you, that it won't be a black tie affair. When you meet this "man" you will truly wish and believe that miracles can take place. You will wish with all of your heart to be transported to another place. But it won't happen. You've made your bed of nails, and now it's time for you to be piledriven on to them.

You took this woman and wanted to break her neck, or crack her skull. Heartless. Truly heartless. The most interesting fact about this entire scenario is that not only would she have taken that chairshot, and sold it like a devil, but she would have gotten right back up to check on me. I've taught her well, and I've shown her pain immunity. If you can control your emotions, you can control what hurts you. Nothing hurts her, Debolt. What I'm gonna do right now is lay down a challenge to you, Debolt. I know how much of a coward you are, and I know that you wouldn't be caught dead in the ring with me alone.

Debolt, I have your lackeys this Friday Night. I get a shot at them. I don't get a shot at you yet. The office is afraid of what I would do to you. Do you think you're a big tough guy, Debolt? They call you invincible. The only thing invincible about you is your halitosis and stupidity. If you want to take on my agent in the ring, let me know. I'll set up the match. If you want to get your hands on her so bad, and I know you're craving that because the last time you touched a woman is probably a forgotten memory in your childhood. If you want her in the ring, there's only one thing you need to do. In the immortal words of "Iron" Mike Tyson... sign the contract, big boy. Sign the contract.

As a matter of fact, I'd like to see you wrestle her. I'd like to see her smack that smug look off of your face. I'd like to see her choke the crap out of you. I'd like to see the air slowly plummet out of your body. I want to see her deprive you of air, just like Chris Benoit deprived his son of air. I want to see her drop you on your head, just like D'Lo dropped Droz on his head. I want to see her slice you wide open, just like New Jack cut that fat kid up. I want you to feel the pain, Debolt. Feel her pain. Feel my pain.

Rep slowly looks up to the sky, as he begins to caress Christina's hips. The swing begins to move back and forth, as both of their bodies move along with it.

You need to feel the real pain. In this world, there are people who feel the real pain, like I do. Like she does. Like real people do. Then there are people who feel the sleazy pain. You feel that pain, Debolt. You felt the jealousy of seeing me succeed, and you wanted to do something to come over it. So what did you do? You had your bitch squad jump me, and you tried to assault my girlfriend.

Rep's hands make their way upwards, and he slowly begins to caress her inner thigh, then moving up to her waist and stomach.

You wanted to crack her skull, Debolt Dragonsbane. But you got what was coming to you. You've gotten it twice, now. Now it's time for your minions to get it. Adam Leos, you will be stopped. Michael Smart, you will fall. Debolt... be prepared... to get what you've asked for. Be prepared to take what I am oh-so-ready to give. Be prepared... to meet The Superbeast.

There is only one man... one monster... one living THING on this earth that is sick enough to do what you WANTED to do, but didn't have the balls to. There is only one monster on the face of the earth that can do it, and will do it with no remorse for you, no remorse for your family, friends or anyone that loves you. Hell... he'll do it with no remorse for himself in the process. His specialty is putting people through tables! I'm sure you're going to love him, Debolt. I'm sure that you are going to have a hell of a time trying to survive, gasping for air, and holding your limbs together. But he won't stop ripping them apart. Just when you think he's done... he's only getting started.

Not only is he sick in his mind, but he lets everyone in the world know that he doesn't care. Maybe he doesn't know what caring is. The only thing that is for sure about this monster... is that he loves to inflict pain. The only thing that we can expect out of him... is to expect the worst, which is usually the unexpected. Debolt Dragonsbane... expect the worst, be prepared for everything. I'll see you on Friday.

Rep's arms then go from rubbing Christina's waist to slowly moving up... just as they hit the spot, the video cuts to TV snow.

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The scene opens up in front of a GWF Wrestling banner, with GWF correspondent Alex Storm standing in front of the camera. He wears a tight red polo shirt with GWF embedded in purple on the left breast, and long black pants. His shoes appear to be Gucci, but he probably can't afford real Gucci. He raises the GWF microphone to his face and begins to speak.

Alex Storm:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to another edition of our GWF.com Interviews for July 9, 2008. Today we have-

Alex is cut off by a hand that covers the microphone. The hand is taped up and appears to have a finger tattoo. The camera pans out to reveal The Reprobate staring eye to eye with Alex Storm, with Christina standing behind him.

Reprobate:
Please, spare us from being forced to listen to your Godd-awful, wretched, and seemingly diseased voiced any longer. We have to sit through you for two hours every Friday, I've had enough. But you know Alex Storm, I will give you credit for something. I'll give you credit for being able to use that voice to express your opinion, face to face, to a man. Whether he's going to agree with you or not. You see, Debolt Dragonbones seems to think that it's acceptable, as a man, to talk trash behind another man's back and expect to gain respect off of that. This man claims to have done time in "The Yard" and yet he doesn't even know the first man-law in the book. "Thou shalt not verbally thrash in place of raising thy hand."

Debolt, not only are you a coward, and not only are you a pathetic excuse for a human being, but you're also an awful liar, and generally sound like a bitch when you attempt to mutter words that you think are "hip" or "cool." Debolt, you aren't acceptable. You aren't a man. You couldn't even win the Money In The Bank briefcase, let alone the United States Championship. You are truly a pathetic excuse for a man.

You call yourself the reflection of perfection. Looks don't matter in professional wrestling. The only thing that matters is the will to win, and the means to win. I have the will in this Checkbook briefcase and in my soul. I have the means to win, with backup in my manager. Fate is on my side, memories haunt your side. The cruel and harsh reality of what you were and what you have become has kicked in. The hardest reality to deal with is that whether it be in the past, present, and even future, you know that in your heart and mind, I will always overshadow you.

What you were is a wrestler that the fans just didn't want to see. A wrestler without willpower, without the means to win, thus without purpose. What you have become is a wrestler without the willpower who is attempting to compensate for it in means. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You need to balance yourself in your mindset and in your actions. You can't make up for willpower by adding more means. You've teamed up with two of the most unrecognizable, unsuccessful, unrealistical men in the history of this company. What you have become is an even bigger joke than you were.

That leaves what you will become in the future. In the future, you will become nothing more than just another person who The Reprobate will finish off. I finished off this bastard right here, Alex Storm. I've finished off John Kidman. I finished off Jay Ramirez, and I finished off The Contender. All four of these men wrestled me, and then they decided that they would wrestle no more. Do you know what that means? I am truly a curse. I am a cancer in the system of wrestling. When I wrestle you, your career ends. Finished. What you were and what you could have done become one in the same, a fantasy. A pointless fantasy that should be reserved for little girls.

You've played it off as if you have never heard the name. The name of The Reprobate. But you know damn well that you've heard my name. You've seen my matches, and you've studied my tapes. I have it on good authority from someone on the inside of your camp that you watched the tape of me winning the Checkbook Challenge for an hour, and rewound it until the tape was burnt by the motor. You are truly looking at a success, and it eats you up knowing that while I'm on my way up, you are on your way down.

You want to hold me accountable? I will exile a man that has wrongfully accused me of a sin.

You want to know what perfection is? Look no further. You've done nothing in your career that can overshadow mine. You've won the US Title. I'm going on to win it, or an equivalent to it. You've won the IX Title. I'm going on to win an equivalent of it at Brunch. There is no part of your career that I can't match. You're strengths are covered. Your weaknesses are overshadowed. All that's left for you is a lifetime of dark clouds over you, and the occasional thunderstorm of what you could have been.

You were embarrassed last Friday, I won my match last Friday. You were embarrassed at Rise & Fall, and again, I won my match at Rise & Fall.

I have a destiny to fulfill. I have professed my destiny to the world, my fate to become a Champion. Politics are expected, and fate can be a cruel mistress. I've had to jump through hoops to get what I need done. You and your lackeys haven't. Strength in numbers is nothing but a gimmick. I'm better than Falcon, I'm better than Leos, I'm better than Smart, I'm sure as hell better than Debolt. You're playing a dangerous game. Everybody that stands in my way along that rocky road to success, the Interbrand Title, and any other Title for that matter, will be struck with the harsh reality of a man hungry for recognition, love, and fame.

You hear me knocking... I'm coming in.

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The darkness fades to light, and the light shifts in to focus. The focus shifts in to light, and the light becomes a picture. The picture comes from a blur, to the scene that awaits us. A staircase. A dirty, broken down, dusty staircase that sits in a dark stairwell. Presumably of an apartment building, or what was once an apartment building that has since been abandoned. The writing is on the wall, quite literally. Gang logos, the names of rowdy and rambunctious children pollute the walls. The original color is indeterminable.

Just like a human being born and being changed, shifted, and shaped accordingly with all of the events in his lifetime, the writing has now become the color of the wall, and vice versa. The nailing on the stairs has come undone on several of the sides, and the only thing holding the stairs together is gravity, and the next step.

The evidence of the staircase's age is revealed when the creaking begins from the top of the stairwell. The figure is dark, and it seems to have an echo. The first part of the figure revealed are the pink slippers of the feet. The next, the luxurious calf and shin. After that, the voluptuous thighs and waist follow. Next, the thick but slender upperbody, and the neck and face of Christina.She sits at the bottom of the stairs, and blows a kiss to the camera. Something lingers behind.

The first part of the figure to be revealed, are the black and musty boots that sit on the feet. The next, the torn jean shorts and plaid, ripped sweater tied around it's waist. After that, a leather jacket encasing an old rock and roll t-shirt, and next... the face of The Reprobate.

He sits on the step above Christina's, and begins to fondle the sides of her arms, and then what lies below them. He looks down, presumably at her behind, but the camera cannot see that far. He slowly fondles either side of her soft torso. He stops. Looks up.

Reprobate:
What are you thinking? What are you thinking, Adam Leos? What could you possibly be thinking, putting your belt on the line in a match with the Checkbook Challenge winner? I have a shot at a belt that would be considered a World Title in comparison to your Interbrand Championship. I have a shot at a title that in comparison to yours, is a lifetime achievement award, and I have a shot at either the United States Championship or the Intercontinental Championship. Two belts that you have never been good enough to challenge for. Two belts that you wish you had enough TALENT to challenge for. Two belts that you may never be able to challenge for. Your belt would mean nothing to me if you hadn't aligned yourself with Debolt Dragonsbane.

But you have.

Taking your Interbrand Championship this Sunday at Brunch would not only satisfy in me in the fact that I would only be adding another accomplishment to my list of accolades, but I would be systematically throwing another hurdle in your relationship with not only Michael Smart, and not only Debolt Dragonsbane, but all three of you as a unit. It would be the second strike in my ultimate plan to destroy your three man triad. The first strike, however, will of course be taking place this Friday on Brawl. A few weeks ago my manager and girlfriend had gotten news from a family member that one of her cousins was let out of jail. Whether or not he was let out on good behavior or broke out, is strictly irrelevant. The point of the matter is that he is free. Free to do as he pleases. She told me this and asked me if I had wanted another pair of hands in my ultimate quest in GWF.

Of course I do.

You see, Debolt, he's actually done something that you've claimed to do, but just don't have the cajones TO do. He's been locked in solitary for fifteen years. He hasn't felt the touch of a woman for fifteen years. He hasn't had felt the love of a woman, or any person for that matter, since the World Wrestling Federation was in the crapper. He hasn't held a conversation with another human being since the Clinton Administration had been put in to force. He hasn't done anything but sit, wait, and let the hate build... since 1993. He's ready for combat, and he's pissed off.

This Friday, fifteen years of pent up aggression will come out on you Michael Smart, but most of all, on to you, Adam Leos. You see, Adam Leos, I have it all worked and planned out. This Friday, you are going to take the blunt shots to the head. You are going to be brutalized by The Superbeast while I occupy Michael Smart. Not only will you be in pain, but you will be softened up for that Title match. Pain is temporary, but emotional devaluation scars for life. I'm taking your belt because I don't want you to have it.

This Sunday at Brunch, I'm going to further destroy you and beat your wounds to my advantage. I have another hand out there to take care of Falcon McKenzie, as I always do. If worst comes to worst and she somehow cannot perform to her to peek, which very rarely happens, but if she does fuck up, I have The Superbeast on back up. The only thing I need to do is give him the signal, and I have both you, Adam Leos, and you Falcon McKenzie, on the ground, ready to be pinned. That won't be necessary unless my woman fails, which she never does. I can count on her every Friday night, I can count on her at Pay-Per-Views.

I can count on her this Sunday.

Even if I can't, you know what will be to come. If you ask me, Adam Leos, you might as well lay down and give up the Belt, because if you don't I'll take it from you. If you choose to fight, you are only setting yourself up for the ultimate embarrassment in a woman kicking your ass, the ultimate pain in a man-monster destroying you, and the ultimate disappointment in yourself, when you get pinned for that Interbrand Championship.

Adam Leos, you are truly a man obsessed. You are obsessed with fame and fortune. Obsessed with being the best, and obsessed with Gold. You have the Gold, and I am going to take it. When I take your Gold, I take what you obsess over. I take your Gold, and with it goes your fame and fortune, and your title of being the best on Sunday Brunch. I'll be destroying your character.

There's nothing I'd love more.

I want to exile your character. The world is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams. I'm one of those kings, Adam Leos. Christina is one of those queens. Together, we will put an end to your reign as Interbrand Champion, therefore putting an end to your career. If the deck is shuffled, and the king and queen are somehow swept off of the table... the wildcard Superbeast will be drawn. You have no chance to survive. Make your time.

If you choose to fight back, you're playing a dangerous game. You're playing a game that you aren't prepared for. There are no cards in the deck that can bail you out once you're suckered in. You aren't ready for what I have in store. You aren't prepared for what I have already planned. You won't be able to clearly make out what is written on my agenda, and what move I am going to make next. For you, it's a game of chess with a blindfold. Every move that you make is a gamble. You simply can't see what my next move will be, until it has already happened, and you lay on your back staring at the lights while I hold your Gold above my head.

Fate is my mistress. Politics are my game. This Sunday at Brunch, you'll never be the same.

[rep]

Finally, the night came. The night of the event everyone was waiting for. The match that would make or break any of these three men's careers. What happened?

Adam Leos refused to compete.

Instead, the coward backed away and had his stablemate, the much more talented Michael Smart, defend the championship for him. The match was still on... but with a twist. If Smart won, he would get the title.

[rep]

MICHAEL SMART vs REPROBATE vs FALCON McKENZIE
LADDER MATCH FOR THE
GWF INTERBRAND CHAMPIONSHIP
SUNDAY BRUNCH [JULY 16, 2008]

"Dark Eternal Night" hits and Michael Smart comes from behind the curtain wearing the GWF Interbrand Title around his waist. Adam Leos follows and they stand at the top of the stage and stare at the crowd as they boo the two of them. They continue on their way down the runway and enter the ring. Smart holds the Interbrand Title in the air and Leos points to Smart.

The lights go out, and "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" hits. The Reprobate walks out from behind the curtain holding his GWF Checkbook Briefcase. Christina follows him down the runway as he passes by the audience that cheer he and his manager as they enter the ring. Rep holds the briefcase in the air and the crowd pops. He looks up to the Interbrand Title hanging high above the ring.

The audience quickly turns it's attention to the stage once again, as "Filthy Gorgeous" hits and Falcon makes his way out to the ring with his bodyguard Joey Sinclair. Falcon holds his arms in the air and points to the hanging belt, and then motions around his waist. Sinclair pulls himself on to the apron and over the ropes to get in to the ring.

The ring announcers moves to the center of the ring as three corners are filled with the opponents and their posse.

"The following contest will be a LADDER MATCH.... for the GWF Interbrand Championship! First, being accompanied to the ring at this time by "Stronger than The Superbeast" Joey Sinclair, who weighed in tonight at 320 pounds... from Los Angeles, California... he has weighed in tonight at 211 pounds... he is the GWF International-Xtreme Champion... Falcon McKenzie!!!"

The fans boo Falcon and his bodyguard as Sinclair poses for the camera. Sinclair does a cut-throat motion as the crowd boos, and Falcon warms up, looking unsatisfied with the reaction he has received.

"Second, from Palm Beach, Florida... he is accompanied to the ring at this time by his girlfriend "The Freakin' Puerto Rican" Christina Hernandez... he weighed in tonight at a slim, trim, buff, cut, ripped, chiseled and JACKED... 225 pounds... he is the winner of the 2008 GWF Checkbook Challenge... The Reprobate!!!"

The fans cheer The Reprobate as he does his signature pose in the corner of the ring, as Christina gives him a standing ovation.

"...And the defending Champion... he is from Chicago, Illinois... he weighed in tonight at 201 pounds... he is filling in and defending on this night on behalf of the GWF Interbrand Champion, Adam Leos... Michael Smart!!!"

The opening bell tolls and the referee is able to clear the ring of the three infiltrators, and keep all opponents in their corners. Once the outside assailants have been cleared of the ring, the referee steps back and allows contact.

The three men circle the ring and stare at each other, until Smart is the first to make a strike at Falcon. Smart pounds on Falcon, who drops to a knee and grasps his shoulder. Smart locks a armbar on Falcon as Rep drops back in to the corner, watching the attack. Falcon rolls out of the armbar and hits an armdrag, which Smart feels the drop of and rolls on to his feet, grasping his arm. Smart ducks a clothesline from Falcon and kicks him in the mid-section.

On the outside, Leos brings a ladder on to the apron and sets it up in the corner. Smart drags Falcon over to the set up ladder and attempts to bash his head against it. Falcon puts his leg on the rope which blocks the attack, and goes to do the same to Smart. Smart powers out of it and rolls behind Smart. Both Falcon and Smart dive out of the way as Rep comes bolting at them, and the only thing he catches is his head directly in to the ladder. Rep drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring as Christina checks on him.

Smart stomps Falcon and tosses the ladder out of the corner and on top of him. Falcon is hit and bounces over to the other corner, feeling the pain of the huge metal ladder come crashing down on to his body. Smart runs over and kicks Falcon and pulls him to his feet. Smart hits a German Suplex on to the ladder! Falcon rolls out of the ring and grabs on to the back of his neck.

Rep rolls back in to the ring, still grasping his head, and stomps Smart. He picks Smart up in to the corner and hits a chop, followed by shooting him off the ropes and hitting a step up Enziguri on the way back. Adam Leos is in the ring and he picks up the ladder. He runs at Rep, who ducks. Leos with the ladder causes Smart to be shot over the ropes and outside of the ring. As Leos turns around, he gets thrown in to the ropes, where Christina of course trips him. Leos rolls out of the ring.

Falcon comes back in and hits a running leg lariat on Rep. He rolls over to the apron of the ring as Sinclair comes close in. They exchange something and Falcon is back up. He shoots Rep off the ropes and as he comes back, Falcon hits a Polish Hammer! He then puts his fist in the air to reveal brass knuckles! Smart has another ladder on the outside of the ring, and he sets it up on the outside.

Smart then rolls back in to the ring and gets hit with a fist drop from Falcon with the knucks. Falcon drags Smart in to the center of the ring and puts the ladder on top of him. He runs off the ropes and bounces off of them with his feet.. Lionsault on to the ladder!

Falcon falls back and grabs his chest and torso as Smart does the same. Rep gets in to the ring and quickly sets the ladder up. He climbs the ladder to take advantage of the situation and attempts to win the match while both opponents have taken themselves out. The crowd goes wild for Rep as he gets higher and higher. He grasps for the belt... Adam Leos is on the top rope! Leos springboards off of the rope and hits a dropkick to the ladder, which crumbles beneath Rep. Rep falls ON TOP of the ladder, and loudly moans. He rolls out of the ring and lays at the side, as the ring apron covers most of his body.

All three men are down, and Sinclair enters the ring to help Falcon up. He sets the ladder up and helps Falcon to his feet, and then to the top of the ladder. Christina is in the ring, and she climbs the ladder! She gets to the top and bitch slaps Falcon as he was reaching for the belt! Sinclair takes her off of the ladder with his HANDS and sets her up for The Hollywood Ride! Falcon nearly slides off the side of the ladder. He gets her on to his shoulders, and moves to the center of the ring... BUT SHE ROLLS BACK DOWN IN TO A HURRICANRANA!

Sinclair grabs his neck and gets back up, it seems like the move has dazed him but he isn't down yet. He grabs Christina again for a Military Press, and he throws her outside of the ring on to Rep, who was just getting back up. Sinclair helps Falcon up to the top of the ladder and he reaches for the belt. Smart is back in the ring and he pushed the ladder to the ground, which sends Falcon in to the turnbuckle face first. Sinclair hits the Hollywood Ride on Smart, and Adam Leos gets in to the ring.

He turns Sinclair around and slaps him! Sinclair grabs Leos by the neck and throws him in to the ladder which landed in the corner... he runs off the other side of the ropes and hits a SPEAR on Leos in to the ladder! Leos has been broken in half!

Sinclair is the last man standing and he poses for the crowd... until The Superbeast slides in to the ring! Sinclair turns around and the two monsters face off! The crowd takes notice immediately and begins to loudly cheer at the thought of seeing the two beasts go at it! From behind Rep hits Sinclair with his Checkbook briefcase as SB sets up the ladder. Rep begins to climb the ladder and Beast pushes Rep up faster by putting his head between his legs and pushing him up with his shoulders. Rep reaches for the belt...

Michael Smart comes back in the ring and pulls The Beast off of the ladder and hits a Smartdriver on him! The drop causes the ladder to fall, but Rep lands on his feet. Smart jumps on Rep and bashes his skull against the ladder, which leans on the ropes. Smart whips Rep off the opposites ropes, and hits a belly to belly suplex which tosses Rep on to the ladder.

Smart sets up the ladder but Sinclair comes back in and bangs Smart against it. He sets Smart up for another Hollywood Ride... and throws him outside of the ring with it! Sinclair exits the ring to further attack Smart, as Falcon sets up the ladder for himself to climb. He begins to climb, but Christina comes in and shoves the ladder, so Falcon falls crotch first on to the ropes and then falls outside in front of Sinclair, who helps Falcon up to attack Smart.

The Superbeast is on the outside, and hits the GORE! GGOORREE!! GGGOOORRREEE!!! on Falcon! Falcon and Leos have both been seemingly taken out permanently, and Sinclair hits The Superbeast to attempt to take him out.

The two brawl until Smart comes over and attempts to get them both down. Christina is up in the ring with the ladder, and sets it up. She climbs the ladder as Michael Smart, The Superbeast, and Joey Sinclair brawl on the outside. Suddenly, Christina jumps off of the ladder on to all three wrestlers on the outside of the ring, nearly 25 feet in the air!

Rep slowly climbs the ladder as the fans get on their feet and slowly get louder and louder until he reaches the top of the ladder. In one motion, he is able to increase their volume, as he reaches for the title... and reaches.. and reaches...

The belt has been taken down! The Reprobate has finally reached, and won the GWF Interbrand Championship! The Superbeast carries Christina in to the ring as Rep grasps the title, after falling off of the ladder. The ladder is taken out of the ring by the referee as Rep stares at the belt and Christina wakes up.

Rep takes one more look at the belt, and then holds it in the air for the crowd to see. The Superbeast straps the belt around Rep's waist, as he kisses Christina and then raises his arms in the center of the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen... here is your winner, and the NEWWWWWW.... GWF Interbrand Champion of the World... THE REPROBATE!!!!!!!!"

The Superbeast sets the ladder up in the ring, and assists Rep to the top. He sits at the top with the belt around his waist, and does his signature pose as The Superbeast stands in front and Christina stand at the side, pointing to the top, at the GWF Interbrand Champion. He takes one more look at the belt, and for the first time in his career, and possibly his life... he smiles.

[rep]

After winning the title, Rep appeared on GWF.com to flaunt his title win and fool around.

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The scene quickly cuts to the GWF control room with Alex Storm and Rep sitting side by side at an announcer's booth. Rep had his Interbrand title around his shoulder and wears a black long sleeve shirt. Alex wears a GWF shirt. Christina sits to the left of Rep.

Alex: Wrestling fans, welcome back to the GWF.com Superstar Spot. We're here with Christina Hernandez and the new GWF Interbrand Champion, The Reprobate. Rep, congratulations on your title win, and can we expect you to attempt a double championship reign and cash in your checkbook any time soon?

Rep: Time is of the essence, Alex Storm. Time cannot be measured by humanly standards. Memories, for you, are distinctive events. Memories for me are feelings of sadness and emptiness, as opposed to actual events. Time is indeed of the essence, Alex Storm. You see, you are so stupid that you can be compared to a broken clock. But even a broken clock is right twice a day, Alex Storm.

Alex: So does that mean we can expect to see you cash in the checkbook any time soon?

Rep: Expect the unexpected, but sometimes the unexpected and the expected are one in the same. Let me ask you something, Alex. Did you see the ladder match I had with Michael Smart and Falcon McKenzie?

Alex: Of course not. Nobody actually watches the matches in GWF. We just skim and read the results. I mean... I saw the important parts.

Rep: Did you see the way that The Superbeast stood up to Falcon's bodyguard Joey Sinclair? The man is three times my size and twice my weight. Any other wrestler in GWF would be backing down and running to the locker room to hit the showers. Superbeast wasn't afraid. He doesn't know the word fear. He barely knows any words at all.

Alex: We have that footage on hand. Let's take a look. Roll it, Ben!

Sinclair is the last man standing and he poses for the crowd... until The Superbeast slides in to the ring! Sinclair turns around and the two monsters face off! The crowd takes notice immediately and begins to loudly cheer at the thought of seeing the two beasts go at it! From behind Rep hits Sinclair with his Checkbook briefcase as SB sets up the ladder.

Rep: I come in with the execution to take him out. Together, The Beast and I are unstoppable.

Alex: It seems as if you didn't want the two men to slug it out in the ring. Did you have any doubts about The Beast?

Rep: There is no doubt in my mind about what The Beast can do. There is a time and a place for the end of the world. You can't throw away big matches like that on free TV. If Sinclair wants to challenge my Superbeast, he'll have to wait until Pay-Per-View. I won't pass up a few extra bucks. Let me ask you something else, Alex. Did you see my tag match with The Beast against Adam Leos and Michael Smart? More importantly, did you see The Beast completely destroy his upcoming opponent, Debolt Dragonsbane?

Alex: Well we have that footage as well! Hit it!

Superbeast gets on the second rope and taunts the crowd. Debolt Dragonsbane slides in to the ring! He has a baseball bat in hand! He swings at SB, but SB ducks! He swings again, and SB ducks again. SB bounces off the ropes... GGGOOORRREEE!!!!!!!! Debolt is DOWN!

Rep: God. Did you see how he completely annihilated that piece of crap? Play it again, Alex.

Debolt Dragonsbane slides in to the ring! He has a baseball bat in hand! He swings at SB, but SB ducks! He swings again, and SB ducks again. SB bounces off the ropes... GGGOOORRREEE!!!!!!!! Debolt is DOWN!

Rep: Orgasmic! I want to see it again. Roll that fucking footage!

SB bounces off the ropes... GGGOOORRREEE!!!!!!!! Debolt is DOWN!

Rep: That is so beautiful. It makes you wanna get back in to the ring again, doesn't it Alex.

Alex: Not if I have to face him.

Rep: Anyway, the point I'm making is... The Superbeast has intimidated and destroyed everyone that's stepped up to him, and in his first week in the promotion no less. If he's made an impact that deep in his first week, just think about where this guy is gonna be in a year. Just the thought of it makes me cringe. You're either looking at a future World Champion, or a guy who's gonna be going back to jail for his insanely violent crimes against humanity. I'm not going to lie to you, Alex. It was tough training this guy to be loyal to me. But now that I've gotten it down, it's fuckin' cake. He's an idiot. No offense, honey.

Christina: None taken, I guess...

Alex: Christina, we haven't heard much from you lately. Just who is this... Superbeast, and what can you tell us about him that we don't already know?

Christina: He's... a relative of mine.... and he was convicted of... a serious crime. The only reason he got caught was because he didn't care. He didn't even know any better. He isn't really an intellectual. He did the crime and he did the time, but I'm afraid that he's gonna do it again...

Alex: What exactly did he do?

Christina: ...He... umm...

Rep: Don't worry about it, prick. It isn't like you need to know. The only thing you need to know is that he's already shown that he can take Debolt down, and he's going to do it again this Friday at Brawl. He can take anyone down, and he can do it anywhere... because HE has the mental advantage of not having basic human morals. He doesn't know when to stop. Thankfully, I'm there to let him know when enough is enough and when what he's doing transcends in to a justifiable homicide. He needs me, and I need him. It's a traditional partnership. He gets what he wants, to hurt people. I get what I want, someone that is willing to hurt people FOR me. Everybody's happy. Except for the people we hurt. But who cares about them? I bring to you a piece of footage, Alex. Play this tape here to hear it from the... "man" himself.

Alex: ...Ben.... there's drool on this VHS tape. Will it work? (off-camera mumbling) Well put it in.

Cut to the tape, a door that sits below an exit sign, possibly to the arena. A table sits next to the wall and an open door on the left side. Through the double doors busts The Superbeast, with the Interbrand Title around his shoulder... this video was seemingly taped after Reprobate won the belt in the Ladder match. Superbeast breathes heavily and... sniffs the belt.

SB: MMMMMM. Now this is what I call VICTORY. HAHA. Debolt Dragonsbane... on Friday Night Brawl, you're steppin in to the ring with ME. YOU are stepping in to the ring with ME. I went to prison a long time ago for killing a man. I never regretted it. It was thrilling, to have somebody else's life in your hands. I loved it. I LOVED IT, YOU FUCKING PRICK!!! Uuuuughhhhh. It was the most thrilling experience of my LIFE. I stand before you today as a former convict... and a possible future convict. A killer is never sorry, and every killer kills again. DEBOLT DRAGONSBANE... WHAT HAPPENS IN THAT RING... STAYS IN THAT RING. WHATEVER BODY PARTS COME OFF, STAY IN THAT RING. ALL OF THE BLOOD THAT SPILLS, [SB punches the open door shut] STAINS THAT CANVAS... it stays in that ring. Your blood is going to stain that FUCKING canvas. Your body parts are going to stay in that FUCKING ring. I'm gonna fucking kill you. I'm not gonna kick your ass. I'm not gonna pin you. I'm gonna fucking kill you. I'm gonna have your blood in my hands. I'm gonna have your life in my hands. Good luck surviving you fucking prick.

The footage cuts as Rep bursts through the double doors in the background, bloodied. We cut back to the control room, and Alex Storm stands with his mouth wide open in amazement.

Rep: Beautiful, wasn't it? LET ME SEE THAT CLIP AGAIN, BENNY!

Superbeast gets on the second rope and taunts the crowd. Debolt Dragonsbane slides in to the ring! He has a baseball bat in hand! He swings at SB, but SB ducks! He swings again, and SB ducks again. SB bounces off the ropes... GGGOOORRREEE!!!!!!!! Debolt is DOWN!

Fade.

[rep]

After winning the Interbrand Championship, Rep laid low for a short while. He contemplated which belt he would be challenging for, per his checkbook challenge contract. He was slowly leaning towards the United States Championship. The champion, Damian DeNiro, had been a rival of Rep's for many months, and nothing would have made Rep happier than to take his belt away from him.

[rep]

The scene opens up with a shot of a window being plastered with rain. A weak tree branch taps the window. Thunder roars as the tree branch snaps off due to the force of the wind. The rain beats down on the window harder and harder until the camera moves away from the window, as the second thunder clap strikes. The camera pans to the left to reveal The Reprobate sitting at the base of a dusty old fireplace. The rooms looks to be that of an abandoned building, with a single 70s style small television sitting across the room, plugged in and on a channel with nothing but static snow. Christina sits on the edge of the fireplace, watching the blank television. Rep looks down at the ground and begins to speak.

Rep:
Two weeks ago, I won the Interbrand Championship by defeating Michael Smart. The week before that, The Superbeast and I defeated Michael Smart and Adam Leos in a tag team match. This week, the same tag team match is booked with the winner getting a shot at the Tag Team Titles. I told you I was going to win the Interbrand Championship. I told you I was going to win the Checkbook Challenge. I told you, on my first day, that I was going to make an impact. More people that have stepped in to my path have fallen than successfully halted me. The Contender? Gone. Jay Ramirez? Gone. John Kidman? Hehehe. Gone. Alex Storm is nothing but a third string announcer. When people wrestle me, they don't get up. Project Perfection are famous for having good bodies and triple teaming people. I'm famous for crippling people.

Rep looks up as his voice gets louder.

Debolt Dragonsbane makes a name for himself by jumping people with his lackeys. Project Perfection make a name for themselves by double teaming... TRIPLE TEAMING. I MAKE MY GOD DAMN LIVING BY BEING A ONE MAN WRECKING MACHINE. I MAKE A LIVING BY BREAKING NECKS AND CRIPPLING DREAMS. Debolt, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincy faggot balls. Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincy faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you.

I don't need assistance.

Rep turns to Christina

I just expect it.

I don't need the backup of a 250 pound monster, but when a helping hand is extended to you, you reach out and grab it. This man can't get a job anywhere else. His criminal record is off the charts. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't behave long enough to keep a job for a day. Could you imagine The Superbeast in a shirt and tie sitting at a desk? Can you imagine what he would do to a copy machine? This man was born to hurt people. All I'm doing is giving him a job.

Adam Leos wasn't even man enough to defend his Interbrand Title in the Ladder match. He had his cronie Michael Smart do it for him. Pathetic. What kind of a Champion shuns the belt on a friend when it comes time to defend it? He called himself a Champion. He was a joke. Now he wants a shot at the Tag Team Titles? You've got to be kidding me. This idiot threw his singles belt on Michael Smart. How does that make you feel, Smart? What's gonna happen to you when Leos decides that his addictions are more important than a Title defense? You know what he's gonna do? He's gonna throw the belt on you, just like he did last time. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to defend the Tag Titles alone? I wouldn't think so. You're a phenomenal wrestler, Michael Smart. I just think your head is in the wrong place.

Think about it, Michael Smart. What's gonna happen to you if you do get lucky and win a shot at the belts this Friday? Who's to say that Leos won't skip town and choose to lay on the floor of a crackhouse, leaving you to be nothing but prey for the hungry Movement. They will pick you apart. What if it comes even sooner, and he decides not to show up this Friday? You're playing a dangerous game, Michael Smart.

You're trusting someone that you shouldn't be. Just like Nick Zaltren, you're being led down the wrong path. In this scenario, sure, maybe Adam Leos doesn't mean any harm. But he sure as hell inflicts it. Just think about all of the pain that you could have saved yourself if you had put your foot down and said No to Adam Leos when he asked you to defend HIS belt. You remember when that Ladder came crashing down on your unprotected back? That could have been him.

But what would have happened if you did win that match, Michael Smart? I'll tell you... Adam Leos would have walked over to you, extended his hand... and asked for his god damn belt back, you ignorant fool. I don't know who you think you're fooling, Michael Smart. I saw it in your eyes when you were walking down the ramp with the Interbrand title. You looked like a sick dog just before he was being put to sleep. You knew what was coming, and you knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing... that you could have done... about it.

Keep this in mind, Michael Smart. This Friday, when you walk down the aisle, turn your head. See if he's still there. Because one way or another, eventually he won't be there anymore.

The door is open, and I think it's time for you to step out.

Rep looks down again as Christina continues watching the broken TV. The camera moves closer to the TV and zooms in all the way until it cuts off.

[rep]

Stupid rules. Society's stupid rules. What have we come to, how far have we come in the thousands of years of civilization? Not very far at all if you ask me. After every year, after every innovation made to make life simpler, it only becomes more complex and then we create more, and more, and more to make it simpler, yet again everything becomes more and more complex. We still search for the same things in life after thousands of years; happiness and freedom. Yet as we become more "civilized" isn't funny how we have less and less of both as time passes?

Sit and think for one minute, just how free are we really? We're held captive by rules all around us... if not rules imposed to us against our will by our governing bodies, then rules imposed to us by social, cultural, religious standards. What we think of as freedom isn't truly freedom at all, it's a watered down version of the idea that we've grown to accept as being the real thing. How happy are we in our lives?

Sure, those with enough power, money, and influence to live closer to the true concept of freedom than everyone else can claim to truly be happy. But what about the rest of us, working that hard 9-5 to make that loan payment? Putting that unnecessary strain on our bodies and our mind, doing something we really don't want to do for our very own survival. In essence, we're all whores. We whore ourselves for the almighty dollar, for god, for country... for what? To achieve a level of happiness that we'll never reach... not as long as we're held captive by rules that we impose on ourselves.

GWF, just like anybody else, have a set of competitive rules that wrestlers are expected to follow. Rules and bones have a lot in common. They're both set up by the powers that be, intended to hold an entity together in an orderly fashion. They can both be repaired and changed over time to fit the needs of the entity. In the end, the major coincidence is that they were both made to be broken.

As a wrestler, I've broken bones and rules alike. No one has stopped me from doing either, because they simply can't.

It's funny how things change dramatically as time passes you by. The person that you are, or think that you are now, is not the same person that you were 5 years ago. The person that you thought you once were is not the person that you think you are now. It's funny how things change. Time, people, experiences, interactions, relationships, they all have a funny way of doing that to you. Changing everything. Relationships with others are the funniest of all. People who you once felt so close to, who were perhaps the most important people to you at one point in your lives, whether it be a best friend, a pal, a buddy, a lover, a love... are so important to you one day, and a mere afterthought the next.

Life's crazy like that. But there are those relationships, people, that persist, that withstand the test of time. There are those that, even after months and years of not seeing or hearing from one another, seems just like yesterday when you see each other again. As our lives move forward from the social cesspool known as High School and as we change who we eventually change into, become who we become, and focus on ourselves, our careers, our future, those people, those friends, become rarer and rarer to find, let alone keep. In the immortal words of Ozzy Osbourne, "Now all my days are filled with tears, wish I could go back and change these years, I'm going through changes."

I've gone from being a no one, to being the GWF Interbrand Champion with two title shots at once, both for titles held by one man. Needless to say, my mission to take those belts will be nothing short of a walk in the park when you have the backup that I do. The Superbeast can and will destroy any man at any given time, when I ask him to. Damian DeNiro is playing a dangerous game. Becoming a Champion is the dream of everyone. Being a Champion is a possibility for very few. Damian DenNiro thought that he could be a double Champion. Damian DeNiro needs to think again.

When a nobody wants to become a somebody, they don't realize what comes along with it. Sure, you get the money. You get the gold. You get anything you want. At the same time, you get an entire locker room full of people that want to slit your throat, so THEY can become what you are. Like clockwork, once that hungry person takes their spot, they become the target. Damian DeNiro is in the hot seat. Not only does he have one locker room full of people coming after him, but he has even more men wanting a shot at him because of that second belt.

Damian, you might as well just give up and let me take those Tag Team Titles. Either you give me those Tag Titles, or I'm not only going to have The Suerbeast take them, but I'm only going to be that much more pissed off and hungry for that US Title. You see, the injuries that you will fall to due to the Tag Titles aren't going to just disappear when it comes time for a US Title match. They linger, and they continue to hurt as the wounds are re-opened.

No wound lasts as long as mental anguish. If you hand over the Tag Titles, not only will you be saving yourself physical pain, but at least you'll know that you didn't even try, so in reality you didn't give it your best, therefore your best MAY HAVE been enough to get the job done. The smart thing to do would be to hand over the Tag Titles and save yourself the humiliation and physical pain that will come when The Superbeast and I come to take them.

You don't wanna be hurting for your US Title match. Have a nice reign, while you still can.