["Zoo Station" by U2 cues up as images of action by Kenzer Empire Wrestling's finest flash upon the screen.



KEW PRESENTS...WAR CRIES!!!



Slow dissolve from the graphics as we fade up into a modest studio. Sitting behind a desk, a large blonde man in an ill-fitting grey suit smiles sheepishly at the camera and nods.]

BAL: Welcome, folks! I'm your host, "Big" Al Lieberman and THIS is the premiere edition of War Cries...your source for news throughout the KEW! This week sees Kenzer Empire Wrestling's first televised card in lovely Muncie, Indiana!

[pause]

BAL: ..."lovely Muncie"? Nevermind. Anyway, we have a lot of action to get through, so let's get started! First up is a man that can be best described as "confident", namely Danny "Your Hero" Daniels...

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DANNY "YOUR HERO" DANIELS
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[The camera fades to see the backstage area, in front of a wall with the KEW logo. Nothing else appears on camera...]

VO: Dun-duh-DUN!!!!

[And into the camera shot comes one Danny Daniels. Danny's wearing wraparound sunglasses, which he lowers to show off the wink that he's giving the camera.]

DD: Hello, followers. It's "Your Hero", Danny Daniels. I'm on my way to Muncie, where I'll be showing off my most impressive talents and physique in public. That's right, the K-E-W has decided to make your day by gracing you with my presence. No need to thank me... well, there is a need. But I do it anyways. After all, you people desperately need heroes. And who better to be "Your Hero" than me, Danny Daniels?

[He grins, showing off his gleaming white smile.]

Now, they've put me in the ring against... against... one second... [Danny reaches into his jacket and pulls out a KEW program. He flips through it.] Ah, that's it. They've got me against Rook. I don't know amuch about Rook. I know he's about four foot tall. And I know that he wears a mask. And really, can you blame him? After all, he's giving up two feet, fifty pounds, and all of these good looks... I'd hide my face in shame as well.

But that's OK, Rook. "Your Hero" will take it easy on you. After all, it's not your fault you're not as wonderful as me. So Rook, being the knight and bishop, the king and queen, and all those little pawns. Doesn't matter, because "Your Hero" will take care of businees.

Toodles!

[Danny gives the camera a small wave as he walks off. The camera fades to black. Cut back to a rather confused looking "Big" Al.]

BAL: Was that guy really for real? Anyway, next up is a man who isn't seeing action this week... For the time being, however, little is known about him... only that that he will debut in a few weeks. We did receive a video cassette however, and hopefully, it'll tell us all we need to know! Here it is!

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GAMMA RAY
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[Camera cuts to a local TV station's news anchor, behind his desk and reading the news]

Anchor: Another aggression was prevented today in rather unique and mysterious circumstances...

[Obvious amateur footage shows a lady walking in a park, who's path is suddenly blocked by a duo of leather clad thugs]

Anchor: ... when petty thugs attempting to rob Martha Winters in Greendale Park were themselves attacked by what witnesses described as a cape wearing masked man.

[Camera suddenly tips down, filming the grass as the camaraman runs towards the victim. When the camera is raised anew, the thugs are unconcious as Martha Winters looks bewildered.]

[Cuts to a female reporter on the field, in front of a bank.]

Reporter: ... When the police arrived on the scene, they found the potential robbers locked in the vault...

[Black & White Bank security camera shows robbers holding employees at gun point, then a caped crusader bolts in front of the screen too fast to be properly seen. ]

Reporter: ... on the sealed vault door, a strange note signed by one 'Gamma Ray'.

[Camera cuts to a police chief surrounded by journalists and microphones, giving a conference.]

Police Chief: ... Again, let me be clear. In no way do we condone or encourage private citizens to suit up in a silly costume and become vigilantes!

[Cut to a Newspaper headline: “Gamma Ray, Friend or Fiend?”]

Police Chief: Please leave crime fighting to the true professionnals, the good police officers of our city!

[Cut to a male field reporter in front of Town Hall]

Reporter: What amazed the local authorities was not the fact that the bomb was already disarmed, but the accompanying note which read:”

[Screen shows a zoom in on a bizarre card that reads: “Gamma Ray Always Saves the Day.”]

[Camera shows a female news anchor.]

Anchor: The sightings have now become frequent enough for the locals to wonder is they really have a real-life super-hero...

[Screen turns black, fading in, words appear: “SOON...”]

Anchor (off camera): ...or if in fact they are dealing with a delusional lunatic!

[On a black screen, more word fade in: “THE KEW WILL BE SAVED!” as the last measures of the Gamma Ray Theme play:

“Gamma Ray Always Saves the Day

Gamma Ray Always Saves the Day!”]

[Camera cuts back to an open-jawed Big Al]

BAL: First a Hero, now a Superhero. Huh! Okay... well...

[He shuffles the papers on his desk in a rather innefficient manner as he struggles to find his place.]

BAL: Um, yeah...speaking of potentially delusional lunatics, here's one half of Degeneration Next...the man they call Grim Jim!

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GRIM JIM
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[The screen suddenly crackles to life. On it is shown a film, apparently made with an old 8mm camera. the film itself is a yellowish and black movie. It is of a psychologist's office. The patient is...Grim Jim!]

Psychologist: So, tell me of your childhood...

Grim Jim: It started with my dad. It seemed I couldn't do anything right in his eyes.

[screen shows a middle-aged man yelling soundlessly at the camera, before returning to the office]

Grim Jim: The kids at school were always taunting me, because I didn't fit into their cliques.

[Several kids making mocking faces and the Loser sign on their foreheads]

Grim Jim: Even the teachers seemed against me.

[Shows an older woman shaking a finger at the camera]

Grim Jim: Then, in the 9th grade it hit me...life was all about pain and suffering. Either you inflict it on others, or they'll inflict it on you. This epiphany is what led me to where I am now.

Psychologist: [Looks at watch] Well, our time is up...

Grim Jim: What do you mean "Our time is up"?

[Grim Jim leaps from the couch and begins to knock books and other sundries from the psychologist's desk]

Grim Jim: I'll tell you when "Our time is up"!

[Grim Jim begins to pound on the psychologist and then puts him in the Loyaliser. Screen then Fades to Black. Cut back to a nervous looking "Big Al. He chuckles half-heartedly.]

BAL: Mental note...do NOT make him mad! Folks, we end tonight with a bit of an adventure...something I had the...

[again the nervous chuckle.]

...unique opportunity to get wrapped up in. And I'd like to thank Commissioner White's legal team PERSONALLY for getting me out of it!

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LEGION/FIREWALKERS
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[Our scene opens up in a seedy looking bar. Its not too crowded but
according to the camera shot, its a Sunday night. “Big” Al steps into the
shot and points the camera over the bar. It catches the balding head of
the bartender and the 5 men sitting there. Two of the men, a balding
man and a biker, notice the camera and complain to the bartender then
get up and leave]

Bald guy: I tell ya Switch, ya can’t drink peacefully in this place any
more.

“Switch”: You said it. Let’s go down to that store , the poker game‘s
about to start anyhow.

[They both leave through the front door as “Big“ Al gets his microphone
ready.]

BAL: BIG Al Leiberman here, I’ve finally convinced the bosses at KEW
to let me take the show on the road with our wrestlers. I’ve ridden
the roads this time with The Firewalkers, the hot, flashy tag team that are hoofing their
way to the top. We’ve come to Muncie getting ready for their upcoming
battles and its time for us to wind down. Here we are at Hawg Wallers
Kickstand Palace. Both Dam and Jrollins like this place and so we stopped
here for a drink. Real live drinking with the boys. This is going to be
great!

[Al flashes a thumbs up to the camera and turns around. He sidles up to
the bar, sitting between both Dam and Rollins, in the center of the
shot. The man sitting beside Dam orders another beer, Al tries to get him
to leave, but obviously the short guy in glasses has other plans.]

BAL: So J, you’ve taken young Dam here under your wing, so to
speak. With you injury though , are you really able to train him as well as
you want?

Jrollins: That is a problem Al. I mean, I was well on my way to
recovery when, Grim Jim and the BES jumped me as well. I’m still there for Dam
though, I’ve trained him on every move I ever taught Brimstone and
believe me that’s a lot.

BAL: Dam, you’re new still, so I know you’ve got to be worried
about your future. Legion is not letting up at all. They’ve pledged to
put you in the same hospital Jrollins was in. What are your feelings
about that?

Dam: I may be new, but from what I’ve seen there is nothing for me to
worry about. With my background and J’s training , I can handle my end
of things. J’s coming through rehab pretty quick and he should be back
in the ring soon. We’re going to the top.

[Dam guzzles his beer down and slams it to the bar to add an
exclamation point to his statement]

Voice from the door: Well. Well. Well. Look who we have here. If it
ain’t the Firewalkers themselves. I’m sure Hawg is right honored to have
you pretty boys here.

[“Big” Al springs around the bar, and turns the camera towards the
door. Brimstone and NightDruid both stand there. Brimstone seems to be
putting on gloves and NightDruid has picked up a pool cue from one of the
tables. Everyone in the bar backs up except for Dam, Jrollins, and
the bald guy sitting next to them.]

Bartender: I don’t want no trouble in here. You start anything and
you’re all end up in jail quicker than you can spit.

NightDruid: Don’t worry we’ll be long gone before the police arrive.

[NightDruid charges the bar and cracks the guy sitting next to Dam
across the back with the pool cue, he drops like a lead weight and doesn’t
get up. Dam hits Night Druid with a vicious forearm shiver across the
face and the two wrestle to the ground, neither giving an inch.
Brimstone and Jrollins leap at each other both yelling wildly. They brawl over
to the pool tables and end up rolling over the closest one. The camera
begins to move so Al can get a better shot. Big Al climbs up on the bar
to get a bird's eye view of the fight.]

Dam: You aren’t going to get the upper hand this time, you nut case.
I’m going to put you down right here.

[Dam has straddled the chest of NightDruid and is raining punches down
on him. Night Druid head is rocking back with each blow. Without
warning, ND twists his waist and sends the rookie off of him. They both
quickly regain their feet and Dam charges his opponent. Night Druid showing
years of experience quickly dodges the youngster and catches his shirt.
He quickly uses Dam’s own momentum and spins him around flinging him
over the bar. The camera moves to catch Dam as he sprawls on the ground
beside the ice bin. Dam quickly grabs a bucket next to the bin and
springs upward. A loud clang is heard and the camera shows the dented
bucket on the ground beside the short bald guy. ND grabs Dam and pulls him
over the bar, Dam thinking quickly though pushes off the bar and sends
both men falling backwards over a table near the bar.]

Bartender: Get the <beep> down from there before I knock you down!

[The camera shot leaves the two combatants near the bar and heads
towards the pool area. Rollins and Brimstone are exchanging punches, neither
man backing down. Jrollins gets the upper hand though and lays a hard
elbow across Brimstone’s jaw. Brimstone staggers back against a pool
table. Seeing his opportunity, Jrollins hits Brimstone with a SICK
clothesline bending him backward against the table. Jrollins starts to climb
on top of the table to deliver another shot, but his back obviously is
still hurting him and he stumbles and simply falls on Brimstone
bringing new fire to the smelly one. He picks Jrollins up in a power slam
position and drops him on the other table beside him. Brimstone drops a
furious head butt on Rollins and begins to choke him. Just as quickly
though JR brings a pool ball from the table crashing into Brims head
knocking him away. Jrollins picks up a pool cue and holds it over his head
ready to strike down on his former partner, his pulls back and …A shot
rings out, “Big” Al turns the camera back to the front door again finding
a few sheriff’s deputies standing there one with a smoking shot gun in
the pointed toward the ceiling.]

Deputy: Drop all the weapons, boys. You’re going in.

[Nightdruid drops his broken bottle that it looks like it was going to
be used to cut up Dam. Rollins drops his pool cue as well. Deputies
quickly surround the fighters and cuff them dragging them out of the bar.
Even as they are being dragged all four combatants are still jawing at
each other. They pick up the bystander who is coming to and cuff him as
well. “Big” Al offers to turn the tape over for evidence if needed as
the lead deputy comes at him.]

Bystander, a short balding man wearing glasses: [slurring] I’ll kick
all your <beep>!

[The camera obviously is resting on the bar as the scene is basically
of Al’s stomach as he tries to get the tape. He’s quickly bent over
though and his hands are cuffed as well.

BAL: I didn’t do anything! WAIT!

[Everyone involved is taken out of the bar and a deputy comes to
collect the camera, the screen fades out]

KENZER EMPIRE WRESTLING 2005