1- "Heavy Metal Hero" Erik Grimsson
2- "FlyKing" Will Geddings
3- "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson
4- Bloody Malthus
5- "Firefox" Natalie Olsen
6- "The Revolution" Josie Saito
1- "Heavy Metal Hero" Erik Grimsson
[The scene opens to what appears to be a small, run down gym. From the free weights, to the staionary bikes, to the heavy bags and speed bags, nothing really seems to stand out. That is until we see the ring in the center. Granted, the canvas is a little worn and the ropes are fraying, but one can sense there is something very special about this ring. Especially considering the man standing in it. That being "Heavy Metal Hero" Erik Grimsson. Dressed in a pair of ripped and faded black jeans, a white "Exodus- Good, Friendly, Violent Fun" longsleeve t-shirt, and black Nike amateur wrestling shoes, Erik leans up against the ropes, facing the camera. He wears his long blonde hair down and straight, framing his scarred face, which seems to be smirking in amusement.]
Erik: Allen, I have to agree with you this once, man. What happened out there on Explosion, that was no upset. Not at all.
[Erik now gazes fiercely into the camera, his eyes boiling with anger]
Erik: You see, upset to me implies you fought me tough and kept it close. That you provided me with a surpisingly tough challenge that I wasn't ready for. That you were in the fight from the beginning and simply managed to find a way to overcome me. However, none of this was the case in our match on Explosion. So you're right, Chad, what happened out there was certainly no upset. It was a [MEEP]ing fluke!
[Erik takes a deep breath, calming himself]
Erik: You see, I hear you complaining about how I went after you in the back with a baseball bat. Well, cry me a river, Allen. How many times have you jumped me thus far and pounded on me with a chair or your cane? And how many times have you heard me bitch about it?
[Erik pauses for a second, as if waiting for an answer]
Erik: That's what I thought.
[Erik chuckles a bit in disgust]
Erik: You see, Allen, that's the difference between you and me. I'm more than willing to take a beating to give one. You want to claim you're Johnny Badass, then you whine when your nose gets a little bloodied. I like to stand on my own and slug it out, no matter who or how many are in front of me. You need two admitted bodyguards to help because you don't have the balls or the toughness to do the job yourself. By the way, Cow and Snowman, you two are more then welcome to try that one again if you like. I'll be more then happy to finsish the beatings I was laying on the two of you at Explosion anytime. However, next time, I won't be nearly as kindhearted.
[Erik's eyes narrow, a look of anger forms on his face]
Erik: So dude, keep these little facts of life in the back of your head next time you try to mess with me.. Because next time, I'm going to kick your fat, bald, painted ass all the way back to the bigtop.
[Again, Erik takes a deep breath in order to relax]
Erik: Shadoe Rage. Dude, I don't even know where to begin with you. The Angel of Death, the best wrestler in the NEWF. Well, Shadoe, I've got nothing against you, either. Hell, I can admit it, I even respect and admire you. You've been around this industry for a long time, much longer then me. And I appreciate your words of sympathy.
[Erik's eyes perk up, burning with intensity]
Erik: However, Shadoe, you'd better stop feeling for me and start worrying about me, my friend. Because at Slamfest, you're taking on the toughest man in the NEWF, bar none, in his own backyard. You may be the best wrestler here, that I won't deny, but the problem for you is that you're taking on the best fighter in the NEWF. You want my title? Take it if you can. You want my soul? Come and get it. But I think you'll find it's a much tougher task then you're anticipating.
[Erik now smiles, clearly looking forward to the match to come]
Erik: And Shadoe, I know you won't quit. I know you won't submit or give up. And I'm not even going to waste my time trying to make you. But dude, let me tell you this much: you go down. A lot. You will fall. And as for you finishing my stalker, thanks but no thanks. You see, unlike Chad Allen, I don't need anyone else to solve my problems for me. And as of right now, Shadoe, you're my problem. One I very much look forward to solving. So let me put your heart to rest on this final note my friend. When you're lying there on your back, looking up at the lights with your eyes glazed over, with my hand being raised, you'll know that nobody cheated you. You'll know that you just got beat.
2- "FlyKing" Will Geddings
<<The scene opens to a small radio booth. Local SportsTalk DJ, Jason Matthews, sits in the booth. His headset is on his head and a red "on air" sign is seen against the back wall. Sitting across from the DJ is Will Geddings, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. It's obvious that this is a radio interview that is being simulcast on NEWF TV.>>
[Matthews]: Welcome back, folks, and as I promised before the break, we're here with NEWF superstar Will Geddings.
<<The DJ hits a button, causing fake applause to fill the studio, catching Geddings off guard.>>
[Geds]: Oh...wow...I was trying to figure out where that came from.
[Matthews]: You think we had a real audience in here or something?
[Geds]: I don't listen to talk radio.
[Matthews]: Alright then. Will, you're one of several NEWF superstars who will be competing at the end of the year in the World Title Tournament to be held at SlamFest. So let's start with the obvious: what are your thoughts on Bloody Malthus?
[Geds]: Malthus...well he's been around a bit. I think that I've competed in organizations with him before...quite honestly, I don't really remember. Van Steele would say that's a byproduct of age. I think it's more a byproduct of unfulfilled potential and/or a mediocre ceiling for Bloody.
[Matthews]: Did he not spike you earlier this year?
[Geds]: He did. And there's no getting around that. He gets what credit is due to him for laying me out...but the reality is that that was a four-way match for a belt that I truly wasn't concerned about. Add to that the fact that Van Steele had a major league hard-on for me...and...well let's just say that in a one-on-one contest, we will not see a repeat performance.
[Matthews]: Fair enough. How do you intend to take on a guy who outweighs you to the extent that Malthus does?
[Geds]: The same way I always do...through superior training, scouting, and talent. I'm not the World's biggest guy and I never have been. Yet I've held Heavyweight title after title. Since I've gotten to NEWF, I think I've faced one guy who was smaller than me. It comes with the territory. Promoters finally wised up and saw that it was the slimmer, faster guys that really draw the crowds and pushed them to the main event style matches...I like to think I was a part of that movement, by the way...and because of this, it's not uncommon for guys my size to spend their entire career facing the larger opponents.
[Matthews]: Fair enough. Any comments for Malthus?
[Geds]: Not really...and that's not to be any more disrespectful that it inherently is. Since I've gotten here, I know I've made a lot of comments that tend to dictate that I not care. I think Shadoe Rage has called me out on it...hell, I think his sister called me out on it too. The truth is, I take everyone of my matches seriously, no matter who the opponent. If it's Bloody Malthus in the quarterfinals of the World Heavyweight Title tournament, I approach that match as if it were the main event.
[Geds]: Malthus will get my best. He will get a focused, well prepared FlyKing...one that really, really wants that belt. If I have to use the air to beat him, so be it. I'd prefer to save my energy, obviously, but there's no semi-final match without a win in the quarters. No point in, for lack of a better analogy, "resting the starters" against Malthus.
[Matthews]: One more question and I'll let you go. I can't let the interview end without asking you about Alex Van Steele. He's on the other side of the tournament bracket...what do you think of the prospect of facing him in the Main Event?
[Geds]: Meh. He's been beaten by me before, he can be beaten by me again. I caught Alex's introspective monologue where he went on and on about doing something the rest of the great Van Steele's couldn't do...and here I thought, ya know, that it was some sort of dynastic family. How could I expect anything else after how much he prides himself in being a member of the Van Steeles, ya know?
[Matthews]: Familial pride isn't a bad thing.
[Geds]: Of course not. But to hear Van Steele talk about his brothers, you'd think they crap heavyweight titles. And now, it turns out that the entire family failed, time after time? That this Van Steele is the last hope? What a sad thought. But to answer your original question, if the cards fall in such a manner as to place me versus Alex Van Steele in the Main Event, so be it. I will face him with the same tenacity as I did the first time before I knew of his..."pedigree". And I will win the World Title.
[Geds]: Van Steele had one thing right. The time is now. No more name calling, no more quips, no more coming down to ringside and mocking the opposition via color commentary: the World Title is there. The brass ring is within reach...and I fully intend to reach out and claim it.
[Matthews]: Very well. Thanks so much to Will Geddings of the NEWF for stopping by today. SlamFest can be caught on PPV on December 30th, so be sure to catch it. I'm Jason Matthews, and we'll be right back after this...
<<Scene fades as radio goes to commercial.>>
3- "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson
[The camera cuts into what appears to be a somewhat small, albeit very well
outfitted kitchen. We see that both ovens are on, with a nice, succulent
looking beef tenderloin cooking inside of one, and what looks to be an apple
crumble pie baking in the other. On the stovetop, we see a pair of pots
simmering, one containing cornbread stuffing, the other mashed potatoes.
Next to them, we see a pan containing brown beef gravy coming to a slight
boil. The timer on the stove now sounds, signifying that something is ready.
Walking into the kitchen to check on the food is none other then NEWF
competitor, "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson. Dressed in a pair of ripped and
faded blue jeans, a black "Massacre- Into The Unknown" tanktop, and white
athletic socks, Nina changes the setting of the coils with the pan holding
the gravy from medium to warm. Completing her outfit with a red Santa Claus
hat and her long, black hair worn down and straight, Nina turns to the
camera with a smile.]
Nina: You know, I always love this time of year. From the time when summer
switches to fall, all the way until the New Year. It's a time for good food,
being with loved ones watching football, ice hockey, and basketball,
exchanging gifts, and overall joy and happiness. And it makes me very glad
that Chris Hopper decided to hold Slamfest just down the road at The Palace.
[Nina takes a nearby ladle from the counter and uses it to stir the gravy]
Nina: Sure, I would have preferred it at Ford Field or Joe Louis Arena, but
The Palace will do just fine. It will still allow my friends and family the chance to see me fight for the Diamond Title. And I won't lie about it, I'm looking forward to this match myself. But not because of the belt so much, granted, it would be my honor to be the first Diamond Champion. But more the chance this match allows me to settle a couple of issues.
[Nina puts the whisk down, then picks up a spoon and begins to stir the stuffing]
Nina: Josie, this is the first time you and I have really crossed paths. However, it seems to me you have something against me due to my friendship with your sister. Well, that's your problem. One you are certainly welcome to try and take out on me in this match. I'm sure you know my reputation, so I don't need to go into vast detail about what difficulties are awaiting you in the ring. Let's just say, you're going to see for yourself in a few days.
[The timer on the stove now goes off, as Nina sets the spoon back on the counter, and grabs a couple of heating pads. She then opens up the bottom oven, pulling out the tenderloin]
Nina: And then there's you, Dalbello. The woman who tries to claim being the best athlete in the NEWF. Sorry to burst your bubble, Dalbello, but that honor goes to my brother, Erik, and him alone. Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about this receipt you owe me. I ask you, what exactly or? You talking about when I dropped you on your head back in Japan a few years ago? Well, it seems that little bump on the head has given you a little selective amnesia, Dalbello. Because you deserved what you got.
[Nina removes the heating pads, then opens one the drawers, pulling out a large knife. She then expertly cuts the tenderloin into several pieces]
Nina: My actions against you that night were brought upon by actions of your own, Dalbello. It was you who started that whole chain of events by trying to injure women like Tara Smith and Li'l Cheetah. I did what I did to you to teach you a lesson, to show you that when you play with fire, you can get burned. And did you learn that lesson, Dalbello? It would seem the answer would be no. Instead, you have disappointingly, albeit, very predictably, have decided to whine, complain, and play the victim card. Things that your whole family seems to do very well. However, from what I've seen, you haven't been nearly as wreckless with another woman's career, now have you. So maybe you learned your lesson afterall. But since we can't be sure, it will be my pleasure to give you a refresher course at Slamfest.
[After finishing, she heads back to the stove, setting the two other stove tops to warm as well.]
Nina: Which brings me to you, Natalie. You, I've got no problem with. Actually, to be honest, I like what I've heard from you. Wanting to carve your own niche and do things your own way is an admirable quality. I credit the same characteristics in mysef as a key ingredient to why I've had the success I've had in this industry. So no matter what, don't ever lose that, and certainly don't ever let an over the hill hag like Dalbello take it away from you. You'll find yourself doing great things in this industry if you just keep that edge about you.
[Nina gives the items on the stove tops a few final stirs, then smiles as everything seems to be perfect]
Nina: But at Slamfest, Natalie, you're going to need a lot more then that. A whole hell of a lot more. Because I doubt that you've ever faced an opponent like me before. That you've seen a woman as brutal and savage as me. But don't take it the wrong way, that's just how I am in the ring with anyone. You'll find a lot of the women you'll face down the road will be the same way. But if you truly do want to be great, just consider what happens in there a learning experience. I promise you it will be nothing personal from my end.
[Nina now opens up a nearby cabinet, and fishes out several large plates]
Nina: However, dinner is now ready, so it's time to wrap things up. Ladies, you'd better be ready, because I will be.
4- Bloody Malthus
[ Bloody Malthus stands in front of the NEWF banner. He isn't into extravagant settings. He isn't flash or stylish. He likes to get to the point. He has a thick brown beard and hair, brown boots, trunks, and a brown wrestling robe. It makes him seem like a grizzly bear, and he sounds like one when he talks. ]
Will Gedding, your reputation preceeds you. Your reputation turns up, like a giant, 20 feet tall, as loud as a volcano, and everyone goes 'WOW, LOOK, IT IS WILL GEDDINGS!'. Then a little while later the real Will Geddings turns up, and yes, he has talent, yes, he can wrestle, but is the reputation justified? That is what Bloody Malthus is going to find out in the ring.
Geddings...unlike others Bloody Malthus is not going to make the mistake of calling you 'old'. Hell, he wishes he could be 29 again. 29? You're entering your prime. If 29 makes you old, that makes Malthus ANCIENT.
In your prime. Could be your time.
Will Geddings, you're a World Championship 'Could Be'.
And maybe, just maybe, if you weren't facing Bloody Malthus, you'd be a 'Will Be'.
But the truth of the matter, Will Geddings, is that you, with all the hype around you, with all your name recognition, with all your ability, are facing Bloody Malthus, the survivor of the legendary Sasikuu Triple Death Hell Match, the conqueror of the 'unbeatable' Uran Delanquo and the winner of the 2005 Black Thunder Dragon tournament. While everyone else was surprised that McGraw lost to Malthus, there was no surprise for Malthus, or for the fans who have a knowledge of wrestling that stretches beyond these shores. Bloody Malthus, the man you have to literally nail to the mat through his flesh and bones to keep him down. Bloody Malthus, the man with more fight in him that the second world war.
Will Geddings, what that means isn't that Bloody Malthus is unbeatable, but that he has pedigree, a proven track record of success, and while you've been 'in retirement', Bloody Malthus, all 36 years of him, 19 years wrestling, has carried on, and on, and on. No break. No rest. Just the constant fight. Continuing to enjoy the taste of the ring and all it brings, hearing the cheers of the fans. Just remember that.
Which makes Bloody Malthus think that if you, Will Geddings, go into retirement when you're only in your twenties...do you really have the hunger? Do you really have what it takes to get to the final of a world title tournament, and then have the energy to carry the belt, and make it worth something?
Bloody Malthus can only answer for himself, and the answer is that he does not give up, he does not need rest, he does not need breaks, he does not need 'retirement'. He suspects that maybe you, for all your ability, don't have what it takes and aren't what NEWF needs as a champion. And he'll be more than help you back into retirement.
And after Bloody Malthus beats you Will Geddings, this is a world championship that Malthus can win. For himself. For the fans. For the good of NEWF.
There's some very tough opposition left. Joshua Black. Chad Allen. Alex Van Steele. Then you've got the opposite end of the spectrum personified by Larry Gionet. But after Bloody Malthus beats you Will Geddings there'll be few who'll dare to write off his chances.
Because I'm gonna TAKE YOU ON
I'm gonna SHAKE YOU UP
and I'm gonna
[ Fade ]
5- "Firefox" Natalie Olsen
[A plain NEWF banner.
Standing in front of the banner, partially obscuring the lettering is Natalie Olson, NEWFís ďFirefoxĒ. She is, as always for these things, dressed casually and conservatively; a pair of jeans, a tee shirt and sneakers. Her coppery-blonde hair is hanging down, a stray bit actually in her face. A smile and off she goes...]
NO: I will _never_ get used to how fast things change, around here.
I mean, a month ago I was virtually unknown. Now, Iíve got folk rushing to take offense at something innocuous that Iíve said. I guess I should, yíknow, be flattered or something. But Iím not. Instead Iím frustrated and maybe even a little angry. And not with them...
[She gestures to herself with her left hand]
... with me. I mean, I know this...
[Olson makes a vague gesture, perhaps indicating what sheís doing now]
... isnít my thing. Not the way itís some peopleís. Iím not the most articulate or the most, yíknow, verbose or whatever. But I like to think I can generally get a point across. But then someone gets all twisted aboot because they misunderstood something Iíve said and...
[The redhead sighs, shakes her head just a bit]
... I start questioning myself and in this world thatís just one thing you canít do.
[Olson cracks her knuckles, right hand first then left]
NO: So Iím not going to, not aboot this. I know I didnít set out to belittle anyone. Iíve never felt like I had to, yíknow, tear people down to build myself up. My egoís never needed that. And, honestly, Iíve always felt a little bad for people whose egos do.
[The redhead smiles, ruefully]
My egoís just fine. Fact is, itís probably a little better than fine. And, yíknow, being given a shot at the Diamond Championship certainly hasnít hurt matters.
[The ďFirefoxĒ brushes her hair out of her face, making sure to tuck it behind her ear]
NO: But my egoís only tangentially related to the issue here. The big picture, the _real_ issue is the Diamond Championship. There arenít words to stress how big this chance is for me. Iíve been brutally honest in the past about being nervous, aboot having giant butterflies swirling around in my stomach and I donít plan to change. Honesty, I think, makes me real and being real means something to me.
[Olson exhales, slowly, and goes on]
So to answer the unasked but looming question, Iím nervous. Aboot as nervous as Iíve ever been or at least as nervous as Iíve been since my first match. But just like Iíve been honest aboot being nervous, Iíve been honest aboot my belief that nerves makes me better. At least as long as I can channel Ďem properly. Up until now youíve all seen me do just that and I donít see any reason why that wonít continue at Slamfest.
[The redhead bangs her fists together, getting a little more animated]
NO: I wonít guarantee a win. I know itís the big thing to do but results are out of my hands, even if I go out and do the best I can possibly do. Someone _might_ be better, thatís always possible. What I _will_ guarantee is that Iíll do my best, that Iíll wrestle as well or better then I _ever_ have in the past. I will guarantee that Iíll put on a show everyone can be proud of. Whether itís proud to be involved with or just proud to have seen. I will guarantee that no one will walk away from that match with the idea that I didnít give a hundred percent or that I donít belong in the NEWF or that I donít have respect for this sport or the people in it.
[Olson juts a finger at the camera]
When I deliver all that, the ĎWí and the championship will just be a bonus.
6- "The Revolution" Josie Saito
[Fade in to a darkened room, a spotlight shining on a chessboard, the pieces scattered haphazardly, one lone, black queen standing tall amid the chaos.]
Voice: And then, there was one.
[The camera pans to show "The Revolution" Josie Saito entering the light, making her way towards the board. The raven haired vixen is clad in a backless, black top and matching mini skirt. She completes the look with black, leather, thigh-high boots, her hair falling straight down her back. She reaches down and gingerly scoops up the black queen, holding it in her well-manicured hand, a grin on her face.]
Josie: I've proclaimed it verbally, as well as with my various in-ring performances. But now, I _truly_ prove my claim as the NEWF's alpha female and silence all of the naysayers, when I go into Slamfest and win the Diamond Title.
Of course, there is the matter of the three women that I will be facing. But I am sure that dispatching of them will simply be a formality. I know that many of you think I'm being overconfident but I speak from personal experience, regarding two of them. The third, well, just taking a look at her now, one can see that she's merely a shadow of her former self.
I'm speaking of Dalbello Rage, of course.
[Josie smirks, placing her free hand on her hip.]
Josie: Years ago, she was known as "Ms. Perfect" and considered one of the top women in this sport. Fast forward nearly a decade later and she's a complete and utter wreck. Dalbello's now prancing around like some brain-damaged bimbo, wearing revealing outfits, and jumping on the laps of strangers, playing the role of aging sex kitten.
[Josie shakes her head, letting out a weary sigh.]
Josie: How she fell so far, I do not know. Perhaps, it's a mid-life crisis or maybe too many concussions over the years. Either way, it's sad to see her in this dazed state.
If this were back in the day, I would have welcomed the opportunity to face her. It would have been an opportunity to test myself against one of the industry's best. But judging from her recent behavior and those addled ramblings, she tried to pass off as threats, those days are long since gone. Now, she is yet another body to step over on my way to the throne.
[She shakes her head.]
Josie: Then, there's little Natalie Olson. She and I met recently, in another promotion, where I gave the poor girl an education that she won't soon forget. She was fortunate to walk away with that victory. Although, if you look at the tape, you'd see that she didn't appear much like a winner, after I was done with her.
[A grin crosses her lips.]
Josie: But that won't happen again. Because her luck? Has long since run out.
Finally, there's Nina Grimsson, another woman that I've shared history with. Recently, she dared disrespect me here, running off at the mouth about things that are truly none of her concern. Since then, I have taught her a much needed lesson in humility. Normally, I would be wary of retaliation, considering some of her past tactics, but her mind is consumed by other matters now.
You see, Nina's far too focused on evening the score with Achika Akatani, the woman who continues to humiliate and beat her down. And if we know anything, we know that divided attentions are never good, especially when something as important as the Diamond Title is on the line. Mistakes and mis-steps are bound to occur.
So, let's recap, shall we?
[She counts off on her fingers.]
Josie: We have an over the hill skank, nearly unproven rookie, and scatterbrained, broken-down fool against me, the woman who not only led her team to success, in her NEWF debut, but managed to take one of the toughest and most dangerous women in this sport to the limit too. Now, you tell me, wouldn't you be confident, as well?
[Her grin widens.]
Josie: As I said, my greatness here has been proven, time and time again. Now, I make it official.
[With that, she returns the queen to the board, the scene fading to black.]
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