Damon Blackburn vs Zero vs Freakshow vs Venom vs The Mystery Competitior vs Roderick McRatrick vs Jeffery Bellview vs Jack Blade vs Big Dog vs Duchess vs AJ Cirrus vs Negat1ve One vs Mr. CableAccessTV vs Dam Skippy vs Gladiator vs Suicidal Killer vs Vreck Stone vs Torment

Rules of the Pier 6 Brawl- A sea of barbwire is placed outside of the ring as the match starts off with two competitors. Every two minutes another random wrestlers will join the match that is in progress. The only way to be eliminated from this match is if you are tossed over the top rope and land in the sea of barbwire.

Due to winning the battle royal last week, Duchess alone will be the very last person to enter the ring, and thus statistcally have the best chance of winning the Pier 6 Brawl...

After every competitor has entered the ring, the match will continue until there are only two men left standing in the ring. Once there are two men left standing in the ring, as Hell in the Cell will lower from the ceiling, covering both the ring and the sea of barbwire. From then on the first man to exit the Hell in a Cell will be the winner of the Pier 6 Brawl, and will be named the #1 Contender for the A1E World Heavyweight Title at A1E's next PPV, A1E's Sudden Death!


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Learn to Fly plays as Dam Skippy makes his way down the ramp. The crowd cheers as he enters the ring, grabbing a microphone. After the crowd settles down, he begins to speak.

You know, a lot has changed around here since last year’s Pier Six Brawl.

Hell, first off, I wasn't even supposed to be in the Brawl but thanks to a clown, I had that opportunity.

At this point, I had been the target of many "green" jokes by the boys in the back.

Not only did I make them eat their words by being one of the last men in the ring in the Brawl,

I went on to win the Cyber Belt.

Dam pauses for a moment, his face becomes a little saddened

This hasn't been a banner year for me, you guys know that.

However, I didn't come out here to beg for sympathy or make excuses.

In fact, I've come to this year's Brawl to do one thing..

Dam's demeanor changes as a cocky smile flashes on his face.

RAISE HELL!

To win a match like the Pier Six Brawl, you have to leave a little piece of your dignity in the ring,

You have to leave your blood soaking on the wrestling mat..

You have to leave pieces of your flesh, scraped onto the barbed wire.

And that's something I intend to do.

The fans cheer as Dam lowers the mic until the quiet again.

Hell, I plan on doing things that are unthinkable.

I'm gonna minimize Maximus.

I'm gonna take ol' Big Dig and rub his face in the mess he has made.

Now, I'm not going to come out here and tell you it's going to be a piece of cake eliminating these two.

But there's something these two don't have that I do..

Heart...

They're gonna come out here and beat their chests like gorillas and brag about being the best, heck they may even brag about getting one over me but time's a changing fellas. Little Skippy's done growed up.

I'm gonna prove that to Torment, I man I have no personal beef when I show him what real anguish can be as he finds himself fallen on his head as Dam Skipy stands high above him.

Dam pauses for a moment shaking his head.

Now, we have some new faces like Roderick McRatrick and MrCableAccessTV, and they called me green last year. Next!!!

Dam pauses for a moment.

For the first time, A1E has placed a target on someone's back. It's already ever man for himself rules but then they give the right to be the last entrant in the Pier Six Brawl to Duchess!

Duchess, I definitely would not want to be in your shoes, besides the fact that you wear high heels. You are marked for death in this match. You're going to have over 20 wrestlers trying to make a name for themselves at your expense. And if you think I'm one of them..

You're Dam absolutely freakin right!!

The crowd cheers as Dam stands, nodding his head.

You see A1E, I've come a long way... Wait... We, the Dam Fans and myself have come along way and we're rising to the top, come hail or high water.

I've been told that I'm a sure fire bet when I'm in a tag team and at the Pier Six Brawl, when I'm kicking ass and tossing bodies, the Dam Fans are gonna be there in my corner. The Dam Express is gonna roll all night long until at the end, one man stands alone, yours truly.

Dam pauses for a moment.

And that's the Dam truth!

Dam throws down the mic and climbs the turnbuckles, soaking up the crowd's cheers.

And

Scene!

As much as you wish to believe things have changed, Skippy, things have remained exactly the same.

Your history lessons about your 1 week Cyber Title reign have no bearing, make no changes about your horrid past and mediocre present. Being "one of the last men" in the Brawl means nothing - only the sole survivor is granted the shot at the A1E World Title. Whether you finished first, second, tenth, or were the first eliminated, you still LOST.

You are still as green as the day Kermit the Frog was born and first tried to rape Miss Piggy. You are still as immature and ill-prepared as a teenager readying for his first time in bed...

You simply stand there with a shocked look on your face.

You were not supposed to be in the brawl, Skippy.

And now, you stand amazed at the fact that you have been forced to compete against some of the best A1E has to offer.

The sorry thing is, Skippy, is you stand here and run your mouth about New Years Resolutions, about how this year will be different than last...

Not for me.

2003 was the Year of the Roman...

... and 2004 will be exactly the same.

A1E World Champion then... A1E World Champion now.

See, you have half of it right, Skippy.

You have to accomplish lots to win the Brawl. You have to leave your sweat and your tears on the canvas. You have to leave your blood on your opponents...

But you get one thing very, very wrong, my infantile friend...

The only way you leave your flesh on the barbed wire is to GET THROWN OUT.

TO LOSE.

But that is something you have every understanding of...

... something I have absolutely no plan of doing.

One more thing you have done wrong... a GRAVE error on your part, Skippy, is question my heart. I outlasted EVERYONE last year to win the Brawl. I defied all odds and won the A1E World Heavyweight Championship from the puppy everyone said could not be beat.

And you do not do that by checking your heart at the door. You cannot win without heart, no matter the color of your soul - black or white. You can be one or the other, Skippy, but as you very well know and understand, it is not easy being green. Perhaps this is why you have become a loser, an outcast, a doormat on the floor of A1E lying right next to Jeffery Bellview.

The target is on all of our backs, Skippy. Including yours. The trick is whether you can keep the bullet from hitting it, and Skippy, THIS bullet is going to plow right through everyone, and win the Brawl for a second time!

A woman enters the brawl last, it is of no matter to me. I will dispatch of the wench with as much ease as I toss everyone into the barbed wire. Bitches bleed just the same as everyone else. Even the pretty ones.

You may think you have come a long way, Skippy, but you have come just far enough to be thrown over the top rope - and right back into obscurity. The Dam Express is going to be derailed! The only MAN left standing at the end of the Pier Six Brawl is the only one and true Gladiator...

ME.

All the rest of you idiots in A1E might just as well stay home. The prize is mine.

I will not be denied.

:: Fade In… A.J. Cirrus stands in front of a video wall of nine monitors. Each monitor has a different match playing from A.J. Cirrus’ career. Right before he speaks, one-by-one they all turn to display one big picture of A1E’s Bloody New Year logo… ::

A.J. Cirrus: Well, once again everyone is asking A.J. Cirrus “what the hell?” Ever since I left the airport, people have been ringing my phone all day long.

“What’s your beef with Venom?”

“Why did you make the save for Mr.CableAccessTV?”

Questions, questions, everyone has questions… and I’m the one with all the answers. Well, to make a long story short – I don’t owe anyone any explanations, so you’ll get none from me. I do what I please, and that’s that. The only kernel of information you’ll get is that everything will become clear in due time. For now, enjoy the hazy fog I have left your minds in.

Now on to the Main Event of Bloody New Year, and once again I have a golden opportunity. The first of its nature in my brief tenure with A1E. Eighteen wrestlers in total will make their way to the ring, and all have evil intentions in mind. One in particular gets to let seventeen of us make our mark, while she gets to lay in the weeds and then pounce on what she hopes will be the leftovers. Duchess, you did yourself proud by winning a battle royal, but do you really think you can carry that through on to the Pier Six Brawl? I know your style first hand from out time in MBE, but this is different. There are no tag titles on the line, and you will have no partner to rely on. You already have surpassed eight other superstars; some of which are back in this Brawl. Now you have to take down twice as many men. Can lightning strike twice? Only if it’s a Bolt of Lightning, and I’m going to guarantee to be around long enough to make sure that’s a reality.

As for everyone else … it goes like this: Whether you are the Gladiators and Big Dogs of the world, or the Roderick McRatricks or Venoms… you’re all on equal footing in my eyes, and that my friends is why you will all fly on that night in London – fly right over the top rope! Then there are even MBE alum involved. I know their mettle, but that won’t matter either. In a mass of humanity, everyone bleeds the same, and everyone can be defeated.

Dam Skippy… since you decided to pipe up first, I will quell your fears personally. Don’t worry about being called “green” or a “rookie” anymore. I certainly won’t do it. Because I respect you? Hardly. Because I really could care less. You could be a twenty-year veteran or on the payroll for twenty minutes. Bottom line is I’m going to crush your dreams like everyone else. London will not be your Independence Day, and you definitely will not be moving up the ladder at my expense.

Ever since I signed on with A1E it has been my primary goal – nay, my destiny – to become the first-ever Canadian born World Heavyweight Champion! History will be made in London, England as I take one step closer to fulfilling that destiny. Seventeen so-called “superstars” stand in my way and seventeen so-called “superstars” will fall at my feet – in a sea of barbed wire – at the hands of the Violent Storm!

:: Fade to Black ::

Frankly, AJ...

No gives a rats ass.

I does not matter if you whacked Venom with a chair, or whether you saved Cable, or stuck a finger up his ass to keep him from breaking wind.

The only answer you need to be concerned with is "Who is going to toss your ass over the top rope and watch you get shredded by the barbed wire"?

And, coincidentally, the answer to that question is the same as the answer to the question of "Who will win the Pier Six Brawl"?

And the answer is: Gladiator.

You should not get too attached to being in the Brawl, AJ. Sure, it is a golden opportunity indeed, but like they say in baseball, "there is always next year". You will have ample opportunity to compete in the brawl, AJ, as you will not win it this year.

I will personally see to that.

And if you think that Duchess has an advantage by coming out last?

No, that just means she has one less appendage to lose when I throw her out over the rope and into the barbed wire. It makes no difference whether she is 18 or 1. And no, AJ, we are not on equal footing. For there is Gladiator...

... and there is everyone else.

There is no one else in the Brawl in my league - even Big Dog. Sure, he beat Torment last night at TNW, but come on, even Beast beat Torment.

However, you are right about one thing - lightning WILL strike twice...

... as I win the Brawl a second time!

I am so sorry to spoil your dreams, your destiny, but there will be no Canadian born Champion this time around.

The Kingdom returns to Rome.

A.J. Cirrus: Gladiator, let me be the first to give you a little advice. When in Rome, do as the Romans do… and that’s shoot their wad. You see you had your time to shine last year. This isn’t going to be San Antonio, Texas and you’re name isn’t Shawn Hickenbottom. You’re not even the New York Yankees. There will be no repeats in London this year. I will make sure of that.

You are right about one thing. Questions that will go unanswered from the last TNW have no place here. My actions then have no consequence now. HOWEVER, ironic that those two individuals are also in this Brawl. So maybe, just maybe everything ties together, does it not?

You don’t want me attached to being in the Brawl? Not only am I going to win this thing, but now you want me to set the land-speed record of shortest Pier Six Brawl victory in three years? Wow, you drive a hard bargain. I’ll have to see what I can do to appease you, but what if I want to take my time in torturing everyone else? I might even try to save you for last.

I don’t really see anyone having an advantage of any kind – including Duchess. I was just pointing out the facts as A1E has laid them out. Statistically, she has the best chance. Doesn’t mean she realistically will. You won last year – you won’t win this year. No one is going to walk away with this match without having been forever changed. Some will be scarred for life, some crippled, but only ONE will walk away as the number one contender to the World Title.

You’re looking at NUMBER ONE!

The Kingdom may return to Rome, but it’ll be a title-less land of tyranny. Find yourself another trophy because the biggest prize in the States will belong to THIS Canadian Superstar!

Torment is being followed by a camera as he walks down the streets of London. He stops to look up at Big Ben for a minute, then turns to talk into the camera.

I'm back in London, A place full of memories for me.

Good Memory: 2001, Beating the holy living hell out of that ex-cyber champ chump Reaper and putting him one step closer to retirement when I superplexed him off the top and through a table for the win.

Bad Memory: 2002, First ever Pier Six Brawl. Its down to me and Big Dog. He beats me out of the Hell in a Cell to get the #1 Contendership. That sucked.

Last year I couldn't make it due to the fact I was still recovering from my neck injury from 2002.

Now, I'm BACK.

I know what it takes to get far in the Brawl. The Brawl isn't a normal match, its not even a normal Battle Royal. You have a ring surrounded with razor sharp barbed wire. Every few minutes another wrestler enters the match. Your elminated when your tossed over the tope rope, onto the floor and right into that barbed wire. That's pain, blood is spilled and THIS year, blood is going to be spilled by the truck loads because we have 18 A1E superstars, yours truly included, who want to win this match and get a shot at the A1E World Title at Sudden Death.

In one night you can beat a collection of the best and the worst of A1E to get one step closer to the dream of every wrestler here, to be the A1E World Heavyweight Champion!

It's the biggest prize in A1E, just like old Big Ben here is the biggest thing in London. However, unlike Big Ben, you get to take that title belt home with you and call yourself THE A1E World Heavyweight Champion.

It's been my dream since the day I decided I wanted to be a professional wrestler. I have achieved acomplishments and champinship title belts in my 5 year career so far that most men never even get to touch in their entire careers! BUT, I have yet to challenge for that World Title, never gotten that shot yet. I'll get one soon enough and with the Pier Six Brawl here, I may get it sooner rather than later.

I eat, breathe, sweat and bleed this buisness and there is no one that can deny what kind of a competitor I am.

I'm hearing the talk already, everyone thinks I'm not a factor. He's been on a losing streak the past month. He got pinned by Big Dog last week, how can he win the Brawl?

You wanna know what my odds are of winning this thing boys and girl? Better than most of you combined!

Yeah, Big Dog beat me out of the Cell two years ago, but I made it to the end! I know what is required to survive in this match. Does the fact Big Dog being in the match again scare me? Nope. Am I mad I lost to him last week? Hell yeah. Am I going to whine about it? Nope.

I'm just going to find him when I get out to the ring and just beat the sh*t out of him and when he least expects it, WHAM! Tossed over the top rope and into the wire! I'm sure he thinks me a non-factor, that's going to be his fatal mistake. Besides, there are 16 other people gunning for him as well.

Dam Skippy, you wanna prove your not a child in a grown up's body? I doubt you will, but you wanna do that at MY expense?! You may not have a beef with me as you say, but the fact you wanna take ME OUT to make a name for yourself in the Brawl this year now puts you on my "Hit List of The People I Need To Eliminate First"! If I see you, get ready for a encounter you will never forget punk, and thats the DAMN truth!

Gladiator, your all talk as usual and lately your attempts to back it up in the ring have been a failure. You lose the title to Cross, get your ass kicked, then last week Promo adds insult to the injury and beats the stupid back into your brain while he pinned you as a warm up for Fly. The Belt is Going Back to Rome?! The Empire is still alive but it's not #1 anymore as much as you claim it to be. If I just so happen to toss your sorry ass over the top rope I'll take the pleasure of destroying your chance at a possible rematch with Cross.

Suicidal Killer, you sure like to sceam at the top of your lungs hoping to get peoples attention. Your attempts to intimidate and scare me and everyone else in the Brawl are as effective as those of a cute newborn kitten! You haven't proven ANYTHING to show you can hang with the big boys. Yeah you may be big, you may be tough, you may think your scary, but just because old 187 is your Lord and Master doesn't mean your guarenteed ANY kind of sucess in this match!
Enjoy getting tossed out and bleeding like a stuck pig, get used to being dissapointed.

Mr.CableAccessTV, I remember you from my MBE days, you gave me a VanChannelChanger to welcome me to MBE. Thanks, now its time for me to return the pain. Your in a different world now, and since that time I spent in MBE i've become ALOT better than you have. I've won more titles than you have. If for one second your thinking this is some free ride to getting a A1E World Title Shot you have been watching too many of those Self Help Informercials on Late Night.

Duchess, I watched you win the Battle Royal last week. Very impressive, my congratualtions to you for being the last person to enter the Brawl this year. However, if your thinking THAT is going to guarentee you victory here then you got another thing coming girl! Your a target now, the bullseye is painted all over your pretty face. I'm sure your going to say how your not worried and all that, but you SHOULD be worried. Your going to have to go through ALOT of hungry A1E superstars who want that World Title shot just as much if not more than you do. Get ready for the challenge of your life.

As for the rest of you, just a word of warning.

I want that title shot

I'm going to do whatever I have to do to win.

I don't care who I have to stomp on

I don't care who tries to jump me and take me out of the picture.

I'm going into this nightmare of a match with one thing simple assingment in mind.

KILL EVERYONE!

Reward: A shot at the A1E World Title

Let the carnage begin. *smirks*

Torment turns back and stares at Big Ben as the camera fades to black.

"And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious anger; and they shall know that I AM THE LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them." Ezekiel 25:17

Glad to see some more of you could make it; I thought it was starting to get quite dull in here for a moment. Please have a seat, I'll try my best to keep it brief.

Torment, you see I knew you'd remember the day I broke you(and your head) in during your very first match in MBE. I'm glad to see your memory hasn't gone yet. Although, your perception seems to be slipping a bit. You say you've gotten A LOT better than me since then? How in the world did you figure that? You're gonna have to explain it to me, cuz I'm just failing to see the logic behind it.

Oh yes, you've won more titles than I have, now I get it. Well, lets see here.

MrCATV looks down at a piece of paper and browses through it for a bit.

Well, it says here that you held the Triple Star Title for a bit, correct? Oh, and you have held the Cyber Title on two seperate occasions as well, how nice. I'll just glance over the fact that you probably shouldn't have lost it in the first place, but who am I to judge? I'm happy you made a name for yourself here in A1E, lord knows I was a little bit worried for you from the get go.

The fact remains though, that you headed for a fresh start in A1E, a clean slate so to speak, but all the while I kept doing what I was doing in MBE. I went on to win the Extreme Title and shortly thereafter The Unified Title. Heck I've even successfully defended the Tag Team Titles with PILE as well. But get this, after all that I went on to hold the North American Title and did so for my longest title reign to date.

So umm... I don't know if you went to the Negat1ve One school of math, but I'm failing to see how you've went on to hold more titles than me. I also I assure you that you aren't nearly as A LOT better than me as you talk yourself up to be. In the Pier 6 Brawl, i'll gladly remind you just who the better man was and always will be.

Hey, what do you know? Jeffrey Bellview is here taboot. Hey Jeff, I never got around to talking to you after our first match. Boy was my face red after that; I haven't been that embarrassed since I got locked in an outhouse during a third grade field trip. I don't blame you though, hell even Cross mentioned he lost to you when he first started out in A1E. You know, the guy who you give more attention to than anyone else in this match. Hell if I were you I'd probably do the same thing. Its just a shame you didn't enjoy the freak occurance of you being in the same match as the champ; it's not about to happen again for a long long time. He had his chance to gain redemption on you last week, now is my chance, and this time I'm not fooling around. I'm gonna walk right up to you, grab you by your freaky purple hair, and promptly toss you onto a pile barbed-wire and theres not a damn thing you can do about it.

Goodnight boys and have a pleasant tomorrow because when Bloody New Year comes, things aren't gonna be looking too pleasant for any of you.

MrTuesdayNight

*Begin TRANSMISSION*




The scene is deep inside the Collective's base. Wuai is standing at the head of a extremely large dinner table. The other Collective board members are sitting patiently around the table. Overwhelming amounts of food and drink is spread out on the table in a very elegant fashion.

Wuai raises her wine glass and clangs her spoon against it to get the attention of the muttering members. Silence falls upon them as she makes a toast

WUAI: Attention... Attention please...


I have GREAT NEWS!

Venom has succeeded in eliminating Negative One as a THREAT!

To tell you the truth I was a bit worried that his over-confident cockiness would get the best of him... It seems that I was wrong - thank goodness.

So here's a toast to the prospering life of the Collective, may it keep go...

Just as Wuai is about to finish her speech, the automatic electric doors slide open and in walks in VENOM! His has a large bandage wrapped around his skull, probably from the chair attack he endured from A.J. Cirrus

WUAI: Oh, speak of the devil, the savior of our COLLECTIVE!

We were just toasting to your victor...eeeyy...

Wuai looks at Venom in bewilderment as he raises his head slowly. Venom looks over at Wuai and the other board memebers in a manner that is less than cheerful

VENOM: You celebrate when there was no victory. You applaud and you congratulate my efforts as if I've destroyed a whole army and won the war for you.

This IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!!!

Eight is still out there...

And look at this (Venom removes the bandage and reveals a 4 inch cut on his head, filled with over 20 stitches), That S.O.B. CIRRUS almost gave me a fucking CONCUSSION!

And to top it all off, while you sit here and stuff your faces with flesh and rinse it down to your stomachs with alcohol, Eight is rampaging through your system!

How revolting!

The board memebers immediately stop what they're doing and look on with dumbfoundment in response to Venom's outburst of criticism

VENOM: I came here to fulfill a job. To destroy a target and this I shall.

But now...

IT'S PERSONAL!

A.J. Cirrus has decided to stick his nose where it doesn't belong. And now I must show him what it means not to MEDDLE in other's affairs.

Especially a psychotic asian ASSASSIN!

Negative 1's ability is clear to me now.

He has NO ABILITY. As I proved last week by tossing him over the top rope.

This will be no different as I elmininate him the same way this week. Only this time I will toss him into some barbed wire and hopefully he'll tangle enough around his neck, he'll do me the favor of choking to death.

Cirrus has a dream to be the best?

To be the first Canadian Champion?

That's like saying he's on a quest to find an American 3 dollar bill...

Simply preposterous, it'll never happen, because he not only has 16 other competitors to worry about tossing him out...

He has an assassin knocking at his back door, and let me tell you, I'm in a fucking foul mood!!

I might have won a battle by eliminating my target, but now I plan on meeting a destiny that others would see impossible for me to reach...

Coming halfway closer to being CHAMPION!

YES!!

That's right kiddies, Venom has a new goal and it's all thanks to A.J. Cirrus.

When all the competition is out laying on the barbwire, in agony and pain.

They can thank Cirrus for unleashing the DRAGON SPIRIT upon them ALL!

NOW I TELL YOU...

DRINK TO THAT - and pray you don't choke on your own fat!

Venom smirks as he exists the room leaving the other members including Wuai in shock and awe

WUAI: Well I was expecting at least a "thank you", but I guess that would do as well.

Geez, he really needs to get that attitude changed...

ohh.. well, I lost my appetite. Everyone else dig in if your still hungry.

The other members chow down as if they were pigs eating out of a trough. Wuai looks on and shakes her head

WUAI: Ewwwwwww... NOW THAT'S REVOLTING!

Camera turns to static

*END TRANSMISSION*

Neg1 logo into the outskirts of a Collective outpost. Neg1 is there, getting out some wire cutters, computer discs, a laptop, a cell phone, and other things... one would surmise he's up to his old tricks.

I'd be insulted by Wuai if this wasn't to my own advantage.

Her arrogance and pompous boasting has revealed a fatal flaw in her armor. She thinks I am no longer a threat to her, when one little detail still needs to be addressed. I am not dead yet. I will remain a thorn in the paw of the Collective until either my mission is complete, or until I draw my final breath. One or the other. I'm sure that suits Venom just fine, in fact.

Speaking of Venom, it seems you're not a lost hope, after all.

You have foresight enough to know you have not achieved total victory yet. You know very well more battles are to come. Though I'm not named in your list of adversaries for the future, I don't need to be. I won't bother waiting, either. I'll just strike again when the time is right, and that time will be the Pier 6 Brawl. You can brush me off thinking I have no ability, but you'll have to be shown otherwise again. One elimination does not mean complete dominance over another man. It only means that you've taken one round. More rounds exist to be fought, Venom, and time will judge which of us will win. And if you expect to use the same methods against me twice... you are more deluded than Wuai. A frightening thought, indeed.

Regardless, I must not falter from this path again. Losing the Christmas Battle Royal was merely a misstep from that path, one that can be easily corrected. I may have lost, but so did seven others. Including Venom.

Not very auspicious, losing your first match, is it?

Of course, losing your second isn't that hot, either.

But it seems that I'm not your only problem in this match. AJ Cirrus seems to have gotten under your skin for reasons only he knows. I could care less. He's just going to get in my way if we cross paths. I might even consider working with you, Venom, so we can continue our fight uninterrupted by interlopers. I would, that is, if I thought you'd have any of it.

And the usual stunted whiners are coming out of the woodwork, complaining about not being acknowledged. Your acknowledgement will be elimination. Perhaps not by me, but by someone. Whether you're a purple haired freak, a Roman throwback, or even a so-called Giant with intense delusions of grandeur. You'll almost all certainly fall, save for one, whomever it is that wins.

I'm prepared to lose if it means I can humble the Collective.

At any cost, I will make it happen.

But first... time to remind them what I can do.

*CLICK!*

Dam finishes up a workout at the A1E offices. He stops by the local A1E monitors and watches all the promos in their entirity. He looks perplexed for a moment before a big smirk crosses his face.

Well, well, well, it looks Gladiator has taken over Doc Silver's sopt of being the biggest attention whore in the A1E.

What Maxine, do you just want to make sure we haven't forgotten you as of late?

You're not important as you used to be.

I mean, you have lost a step as of late, first with Cross, now with Promo, it seems the almighty Roman isn't as unbreakable as he thought.

We've had our battles before and yes, the Roman came out victorious but one of us is going up while the other is going down.

So, why the hell would you want to put that target on your back. Do you really think the wrestlers of A1E are going to allow A1E's biggest ass to claim a repeat?

Let me clue you in here, there are no Empire allies to secure your spot, it's just you and the rest of us.

So please, keep doing your verbal cartwheels like that infamous picture of the girl on the beach, the fate you seal is your own.

In case my English is losing you, let me help you sum up this years Pier Six Brawl easily.

While you, AJ Cirrus, Torment, Big Dog and all the other combantants are going to be playing Carpe Dam, I'm the one who will get all the glory by tossing your worthless hide out into the sea of barb wiire when I show you how to Carpe Dumbass.

Dam starts to walk off and stops.

Oh yeah, numbnuts, if you think the only way to leave your flesh on the barbwire is by being eliminated, then that shows me your guts. Last year, I was in it before, during and after the match.

I'll be glad to demonstrate it to you this year.

Hell, I may use Venom or McRatrick as a warm-up.

It really doesn't matter, it all ends with the Dam Victory.

And that's the Dam Truth.

Dam walks on.

And

Scene!

Jeffrey is seen in the hallways of the arena as he spots the camera. He stops about 2 feet from the lens and begins to speak....

Jeffrey: So it's that time of year again. Time for the big "Pier Six Brawl". I have been in the last two and come close on both occasions, but that doesn't matter one bit. It's a new crew of people and a new year. It's a shame our "world champion" isn't in this one because I never truly got to repay him for the months of unrest and chaos that he caused me with his attacks! Mark my words Cross, you have given me one more reason to plow through everyone in the Pier Six Brawl and get my hands on you! I will show you the same pain and torture you put me through all those months ago!

You know what, I don't give a damn who is in this Brawl. Everyone who steps in that ring better be prepared to feel pain the likes of which you have never felt before! The barbed wire floor will be filled with bodies much like the mass graves of the Holocaust! And much like that, nobody will be able to recognize the bodies after I have finished with them!

Nobody knows how painful the barbed wire can be more than I do. I have been on the giving and recieving end of the metal hell that will surround the ring, more the latter than the former. In fact i'm surprised that all the so called "superstars" would want to sacrifice their pretty faces to the pain and agony that is the barbed wire. Me, I welcome the chance to introduce every single competitor to not just the pain of losing, but the after effects thereof! This is my chance to show every single competitor exactly why I have the reputation of the purple haired assassin and one of the most reckless superstars that A1E has ever seen!

I noticed that I seem to be getting overlooked by many of the "superstars" in this match. Why the f**k am I not surprised?! Keep on laughing all you want, because when the smoke clears and all the screaming is over, I will be the one left standing in the end with my hand raised! Whether I come in first or last, it doesn't matter! I will blow through everyone that steps in front of me and once that is done, I will move on to finish what I started on our illustrious world champion Cross. That is, if you are still world champ when Sudden Death rolls around. Go ahead and look past me. Because while you're looking past me, I will be right there to toss your asses over the tope rope into the hell below! Come one, come all! Come see the destruction of the weak in the Pier Six Brawl, at the hands of yours truly, Jeffrey Bellview!

Jeffrey walks away from the camera as it fades to black.

Moments after Tuesday Night Warfare goes off the air, the camera fades in backstage where we see "The Big Guy", Suicidal Killer, causing havoc and chaos as he is on a rampage for BLOOD

S.K. is heard screaming at the top of his lungs as he tosses desks and chairs around. Flutters of paper and broken pieces of debris are seen flying through the air. S.K.'s mask-less face turns to the camera as you see his bloodshot eyes are filled with an enormous amount of unspeakable rage

Suicidal Killer: GOD DAMN YOU SLAMBO!!!!

You AVOID me all fucking week, yet somehow you managed to have an IMPACT in our match?

Explain to me...




HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT POSSSSSSSSSIBLE!



I fucking HAD Kanna on her last breathe - I was BREAKING HER into two separate pieces!

And then you're "SCHEME" enabled you to interfere with my chance of winning...

As the camera zooms in, you see S.K.'s face is covered in sweat and dirt. The Giant is breathing heavily, still having the effects of the adrenaline rushing through his body.

Yet suddenly S.K.'s once enraged demeanor turns into a more sickening sadistic smile, which can only be given by someone that is possessed by pure EVIL, someone like Prisoner 187

SK: HOWEVER...

It matters not, because you my fun-loving clown FREAK are traveling a path that "NO MAN" would ever dream about taking. It is a path that always seems to end in a state of "calamity".

In other words - Your destruction is upon you - My Master AWAITS to consume your SOUL!!!

S.K. laughs uncontrollably as he still has the same sick possessed look upon his face

SK: In the meantime, my path has brought me closer to my destiny...


To butcher every-"fucking"-wrestler that this putrid organization has to offer!

To fulfill my goal of being the very...

VERY...



VERY...



VERY FUCKING BEST EVER!



You see Skippy, you pathetic MAGGOT! You seemed to have left out a very vital piece of data about your match at Bloody New Year...
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SK: And that my friend is the LARGEST mistake of your fucking career that you have EVER MADE!

You may have particpated in the last Pier 6 Brawl, and turned a few heads about being one of the last to be eliminated...

S.K. gives an evil cocky gesture and smiles

SK: If you think that was amazing - wait till everyone gets a load of me!

I'm sure it sure to be....

Entertaining!

The Giant suddenly screams at the top of his lungs


WHEN I RIP YOUR BODY TO FUCKING PIECES!!!!

Again S.K. gives a sadistic laugh

SK: As for the rest, I await to hear what you have to say...

It shall be fun to take those words of yours and shove them so far down your throats to only watch my competition choke to death on them!


Now be a good lil' camera man and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!

"The Big Guy" forcfully grabs the camera and throws it on the floor. You hear the camera man scream as you watch S.K. slowly walk away in the other direction. You hear The Giant's voice one last time as it begins to fade into the background

SK: I get to beat up an old has been Dog, a X-champion who was beaten up by a preacher's son, an ex-hardcore legend and tons and tons of rookies.



...oh how I love my job...



Camera fades to black

Aww... is the big bad monster angry?

Is the big bad Suicidal Killer a itsy bitsy bit upset?

How is it possible, SK?

Perhaps it is because you SUCK!

Only someone with your ineptitude could allow that to be possible. Only a man like you could lose to a fucking clown. Of all the impersonators out there in this world, you chose a Clown to lose to. Even small children are not afraid of clowns.

But even all the yelling and curse words are not going to help you, SK.

They only go to show how terribly small your... brain is, and how talentless and pathetic you truly are. You see, SK, any idiot can come into A1E and stand there and yell his head off, but it takes a real athelete to go out there and win a match like the Pier Six Brawl!

That is something you are NOT!

You are nothing but a big fat oaf! And the thing is, simply because of your size, you know how this works - everyone is going to rush you, overwhelm you, and toss you over the rope where you can scream and cry into the barbed wire. I do not even have to concern myself with you. Everyone else will be so scared of your size and your loud curses, that they will hurry to eliminate you and your threat of size and weight of your stone head.

You want to be the best? You certainly will not acheive that by losing to a clown and a crippled woman.

Congratulations, SK. Very few can accomplish such a feat.

You are one of a kind.

All the camera breaking is not going to help either.

But, I guess it might help if you compared the pieces to the shape your body is going to be in when all of A1E tosses your sorry ass out of the ring and into the barbed wire...

.. and back into the loonie bin.

I hope you have a nice trip.

Camera fades into the MSG arena as S.K. is getting ready to depart

Suicidal Killer: You know, the only thing Gladiator has within this industry of ours is have an annoying effect of always jabbering his fucking jaws...


LIKE THE WHINEY BITCH HE IS!

You think you're soo fucking smart Glad?

You think that just because you can run your mouth a 10,000 times faster than everyone else - that your voice will be HEARD, before anyone elses will be, that it'll enable you to defeat all of us?


S.K. smirks to the camera


How about instead of blabbering your jaws - why don't you go and put those lips of yours around the commissioner's cock and suck your way to the championship.

That will be a much better plan for you, than the current one you are on now. And besides its more your style.

What?

You think I shouldn't be talking like that.

I'm just an Ex-prison bitch who knows all about sucking?

HAHAHAHAHAHA...

Well my friend - in tha squared circle at Bloody New Year...

I will make YOU my "BITCH", just before I toss your ass over the fucking top rope and onto the razor wire...

You think little of me because I lost to a clown and a woman?

Well you can thank me later for eliminating that BITCH from being in this match.

I might have lost - but I succeeded where few have.

I HAVE ELIMINATED KANNA KIRISHIMA FROM WRESTLING!!!!!!!!

Something these MBE rookies could never EVER EVER FUCKING DO!!

SLambo will get what's coming to him - 187 has a surprise for that fat little clown. My beef is not with him... its with everyone in this match.

And yes I plan on taking on EVERYONE in this brawl, this match of pain, this battle that shall take my very soul to new limits.

My size maybe a threat to everyone else in this match,and i ENCOURAGE them to charge me so I can deny them of ever getting a shot at glory.

I will do something YOU have never done Gladiator...

I WILL ELIMINATE EVERYONE FROM THIS FUCKING MATCH!!!!

I will be the first and I will be the last man standing!

I will make sure no one is left standing. And as they come into the ring to meet their DOOM, I will send their body over into the abyss of razors as I await for my next victim.

I am, what your gods would call...

IMORTAL!!!!!!


And you will find out that I'm not only loonie...


I'm FUCKING INSANE!!!


AND I LOVE IT!

Camera Fades to black as S.K. exits the arena

A.J. Cirrus: In every big time match that features a mass of wrestlers in one ring at one time, the general rule of thumb is there will always be one jackass among them. The jackass of the 2004 Pier Six Brawl is not your run-of-the-mill, garden variety jackass … oh no. For this behemoth is one-hundred percent, grade A, prime choice cut KING of all the jackasses in the land.

SK, you are the biggest clod I have ever come across, and that my friend catapults you past the likes of Mr. Buu, Hurkaleze, Jared Justice, Mr. Fikes, Necromancer, Quentin Beck IV, Six, and The Tick. That’s quite an accomplishment. I mean… I don’t know if you heard me, but I said Mr. Buu. When you have accomplished the feat of being even worse than he was… that’s saying something my friend. Congratulations.

Let me clue you in on a little something. You’re seven-foot NOTHING! Five hundred plus pounds of NOTHING! Clothes don’t make the man, and size certainly doesn’t make a World Champion, never mind winning a Pier Six Brawl. Gladiator was right about the fact that your estimated time of existence in this match will be about ten minutes or less.

You want to scream your head off? You want to curse like a sailor? You’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last, but the point is… you’re about as intimidating as that pompous ass who thought he was a “franchise”. You’re about as large as that buffoon in “New York” who thinks the “chicks dig it big”. Point is, you’re no one special, and you are no one who commands respect. What is expected of you is to just show up, blow your stack, and enjoy your ride all the way down to the barbed-wire-ridden floor. Stuck pigs bleed very well.

You’re fucking insane? If you think you’re going to win this match… you’re absolutely right.

The camera fades in to the New York City airport, you see hundreds of people gathering around with their luggage in hand, standing in line to get their plane tickets, and boarding onto in coming commercial jets.

An extremely large man wearing a black hooded trench coat is seen standing in the back, away from the normal human eye to spot within the darkness. The man uncovers his hood to reveal Suicidal Killer.

S.K. smirks to the camera just before speaking

Suicidal Killer: Well would you look at that...

Mr. Canada, himself, decided to grow a pair.

Not only that, he has the gumption to call me the "king of all Jackasses" - "Grade A PrimeCut even".

Hmmmmph...

Well let me tell you something, you snot nosed PUNK!

You think just because can talk some shit against me, I'm just suppose to bow down to your puny ass?

That just because you think I'm a 7 foot 500 pound worth of NOTHING-NESS that I'm going to think you're a THREAT to ME?



PAAAALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!



Hell, I've had pieces of corn in my shit that's bigger than you!

I do WHAT I DAMN WELL PLEASE!

And understand something, PUNK, The Giant lies down for NO ONE!

Including big headed fucks like yourself who think they can stand to the awesome power of ME, Suicidal Killer.

Yes I cuss more than a sailor - and I damn well fucking like it. Screaming helps me unleash my pain.

I love pain, so I tend to scream alot.

Don't like it?

Get a pair of fuckin ear muffs!

If you can't stand the noise, the craziness...

Go back to Canada, and study a nice book... with a cup of coffee...

Be civilized there with your family.

There's nothing CIVILIZED about wrestling, it's about screaming, its about getting down and dirty, showing everyone your wild side, doing things that you wouldn't normally do {unlike me I AM FUCKING CRAZY, so I do this shit on a normal basis, that's just who I fucking AM}.

Hell you think you have enough hair on your nutz to toss me over the rope... Try it. I won't need to throw you over the rope to make you bleed son. I'll bite your fucking nose off, and make you bleed to death in that damn ring. Because... I'm just crazy like that


You know what they say about the criticallly Insane - you best fear them, if not you're likely to get your leg bitten off!

And you know what else...

A match such as this, the intensity, the pure insanity that goes on within that damn ring, as bodies are being tossed left and right onto barb wire, blood gushing all over our skins...

It FUCKING TAKES AN INSANE PERSON, TO WIN AN INSANE MATCH!

And I'm "perfect" psychoitc Looney to FUCKING DO IT!

Don't believe me still?

Try your luck against me in that ring - I'll poke your fucking eyeballs out and then attempt shove them down Gladiator's mouth to hopefully shut that Roman skirt wearing she-male up!

Yes that right. You heard me.

Hmmph.

Don't piss me off son, or I'll squash you like the insect that you are!

Then there's Torment. The EX-bad guy...

The bad ass who's turned soft!

"Oh I'm a bad-ass, I've have AWESOME matches in the past"

"You don't even measure up to my status, You're GREEN, You're all mouth"

"I use to have backbone, but now Beast and Me are like this..."

That just makes me want to VOMIT and then eat it again - that's how much it disgusts me!

You wanna talk about people who I like killing...

People like Gladiator, who talk like we should owe them something, because they have "POWER"?

pfft..

What power?

My fucking pinky has more power in it, than your whole Empire does you FUCK!

And people like Torment, who say one thing, but do another.

You talk like I should respect you, because YOU can bring unbelievable pain to my body???


Well son, BRING THE PAIN!

I LOVE PAIN, and I can endure whatever that pathetic excuse of a body you have can dish.

You consider yourself a hardcore legend?

You've had feuds with the best?

Then why aren't you champion??

Oh yeah that's right... you weren't given the opportunity for World.

Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but your opportunity is fading fast, and it's all due to a specific simple reason..

Namely... ME!


You wanna beat me?

You want to get rid of my ass ASAP?

So, I'm the first to go on everyone's list?

And is Gladiator right that I won't last more than 10 minutes in this match?

S.K. looks at the camera and smirks with an evil possessive stare

Even if you ALL bring your 110% best, it still will not be good enough to eliminate me from this match.

I'm the stubborness S.O.B. in this fucking industry, not only am I the biggest, I am the craziest.

I will stop at nothing to achieve greatness.

And I will not fail, not even at the expense of a couple has beens like Gladiator and Torment!

And definitely not to some fucking A.J. Cry-us-a-river Cirrus.

Oh and the rest of the MOB squad - you better bring your torches, axes, and swords...

This Monster has plans to take you all fucking out - to claim victory over all that oppose. Even a particular female if she decides to take a shot at the Giant.

What a mistake that would be for such a fine speciemen like her.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Now A.J. I might take that biting thing back, I'd much rather sink my teeth into Duchess, I bet she'd taste better..


S.K. gives an evil grin before the camera fades to black

Gladiator, Suicidal Killer, nice to make your acquaintance. The former World Champ and the "self proclaimed" evil one. I see all the big-timers are making their rounds in the Pier 6 Brawl.

Gladiator, I feel almost honored to go toe-to-toe with one of the A1E Elite. Its just a shame it has to come during your attempted rise back to the top of the ladder. Somebody is gonna have to knock you down a few rungs and I'm more than happy to give it a whirl.

SK, on the other hand, I don't feel as honored to be up against. So that's you're thing, huh? Being the evil one, the petrifying monument across the ring. I just don't see what all the hubbub is about? Is simply stating it all that it takes to be evil this day in age? If that's the case, then I'm Darth Vader, Boba Fett, and the Emporer all rolled up in one. I'm a bad mamma-jamma and don't you forget it. Cuz if you do, and I'm sure you will, you'll find out firsthand courtesy of my foot blasting your overgrown carcass over the top rope.

Dam Skippy? Dam shitty you ended up in this match, no? I mean, c'mon, you obviously deserve a shot at one of the many big gold belts this company has to offer. Well, if you feel like you got short-handed in the slightest way, imagine how you'll feel when you're knocked out of the ring prematurely and sent back to the lockerroom to ponder just what the color green really means to you.

It don't mean shit to me, thats for damn sure. I also noticed that Torment's name has crept up on the list of competitors as well. Hell, talk about a blast from the past. I haven't wrestled you in probably over three years. My memory is a little hazy on what the outcome was then, but I'm sure it couldn't have worked out too well in your favor. Then again, you really went on to make a name for yourself here in A1E. No worries though, we're all here on a level playing field. It's just up to somebody to take the ball and run with it, and that's exactly what I plan on doing.

It's been great meeting and catching up with all of you. I hope you found it a pleasure as well because come Bloody New Year, the pleasure will be all mine.

Cable
"Not a great gimmick, but one hell of a worker."

Cable sits at a desk in what appears to be the office or library of that PrimeTime Pad. He is on the phone and appears to be smoking a cigarette he hand-rolled.

Cable: coughs Alright now, so who else is in this Pier 1 Thingy...

OK, Pier 6 Brawl, whatever its called, who do I have to deal with here?

mmm...

hmmm...

Freakshow, ey? Great, I get to listen to his bullshit again. Such a whiny little pansy, no? I thought I taught him better than that.

go on...

A.J. too, good to hear.

yep...

ok...

Vreck Stone, huh...

yeah, I've heard of him. Rumor is he gouged someone's eye out, like completely out of the socket, in an Indy match in Memphis. I'd better keep my eye out for him chuckle.

and thats the rest of 'em? Alright buddy thanks for the heads up.

Cable hangs up the phone

So it appears we got ourselves a little slobberknocker going on this week. That's just what the good Doctor ordered, I suppose. As it stands, I'm still somewhat sore from that Battle Royal, but I see that as Roderick and Venom's problem, not quite mine though.

I am somewhat pleased that Duchess went on to win that match. I'd be hanging my head in shame as we speak if that little twerp Freakshoe pulled it off. Duchess you do have yourself a slim advantage this week, but take into account that there's twice the reasons to worry this time around. Then again, if all goes to plan, a large portion of them won't even last that long and I'll gladly be counting down the seconds for your arrival.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you all are thinking. Spouting off you're little green jokes and overall uneducated retorts. Well, that same old story is only gonna work for so long, and there's gonna be a point in time where you're face to face with me in the ring thinking.... "Damn, I guess he's not so green afterall."

I can't blame you though, it is the easiest way to put off that you know the least about. That's why this week I'm gonna go out of my way to personally introduce myself and make it clear that I'm not just here to play dead for you "crafty" veterans.

Which leads me to one last combatant, and you know who you are. AJ, I don't know what compelled you to come out and give MrTuesdayNight a hand when he was doing just fine on his own, but I must say....

Thanks. AJ, I remember when you first started out in MBE and back then I wouldn't be caught dead doing what you did for some no good rookie. I guess that makes you a better perr.... scratch that. Lets just say it makes you a very smart person. You, of anybody, know what I am capable of when correctly motivated. That's why, this week, you and I are gonna show these A1E veterans just how lethal a combination we will be.

MrCableAccessTV
"The whole f'n thread!"

Negat1ve One logo for about five seconds, fading into a bonfire. Neg1 is nowhere to be seen, but his voice is heard over the roaring blaze.

Losses can be overcome. All it takes is patience. Those are all the words I have regarding the Christmas Battle Royal.

Bigger things now lie ahead.

My first shot at the man who has caused so much pain to so many.

ZER0!!!

The chance to compete for the World title is secondary to me at this time. My purpose at this time is far greater than prestige and honor amongst competitors. If you wanted to hear about honor, she just got a knee injury and won't be here for a while. If she even has a brain to back up all that insane courage of hers, that is. But she is not a concern anymore. Zer0 is.

Perhaps your time is not up yet, Zer0. In fact, I doubt it. But that makes this match that much more important. You need to know that your time is slowly running out. I have your number, as it were. Life as a tyrant might as well be measured in hours for you, so it would seem somehow longer than it really has been.

I don't care who gets in the way of Zer0 and myself... save one person. There are men here, and a woman, I respect. There are those I despise. There are those I still wonder where their minds truly lie. Some of you I will address now, if any of you care. But this is a time where none of that makes much difference. I will do whatever it takes to keep myself in this match to make sure I have my opportunity to seek retribution against the Collective for their crimes. If Jimmy cannot have the opportunity to do it on this night, I will take it myself. By any means necessary.

But there is one thing that would make me equally satisfied on this night.

The one other man who has the unenviable distinction of having earned my attention alongside the monster Zer0.

Venom.

You win Round One. I have little choice but to concede you the victory from out battle. It is your right, after all. But this could well be our Round 2. Evening the score is a factor I dare not dismiss lightly, or else I know you will make it two in your favor. How long, though, will you continue to wallow with the filthy boars that make up the Collective before you realize their squalor brings you down? Will you sink to these depths in the name of money and a soulless group that has lost it's voice and replaced it with the forked tongue of a harpy? Or will you remember the teachings represented by your rosaries and rise above what you subject yourself to at this time?

Or perhaps you're just a lost cause after all. Pity.

Now, I must address one other before I take my leave.

Torment.

Your eyes betray you, anarchist, before your words ring out. You more than anyone want what you believe belongs to you. The World Championship. You've made this journey once before, into this no-mans land they call the Pier 6 Brawl. You came so close. Can you come further this time? Or will you stumble again?

You may not know it now... but we are kindred spirits, Torment. Time will reveal all. Just know now... you not need take this journey alone. As I said, the World Title is secondary to me. It is primary to you, however. Know this, though. If I can accomplish my primary goals, then I would entertain my secondary one. Just because I seek satisfaction in a task other than that which every other competitor wishes to complete does not mean I do not wish to complete it, myself.

But I know my odds. Perhaps I can beat them, or perhaps not.

A loss here will not end my crusade against the Collective. A win here might perhaps strengthen it.

But eliminating Zer0... that would be a grand victory indeed!

To achieve this victory, however, I must survive the Inferno. The most dangerous, notorious match A1E has ever devised. No mere competitor ever takes a match like this lightly, or believes they are destined to win it, unless they are truly fools. Or simply "green." I am no fool. Green, I do not believe so. I know my destiny isn't something I can guarantee. I know the dangers this match presents too well.

Until the Hell that will come, I must first endure Purgatory.

Neg1's masked face can just be made out behind the flames.

And Purgatory and I have history...

*CLICK!!*

Vreck was recently reached on the phone about this.

"Sea of Barbwire? *laughs* That what the kids are call'n fuck'n barbwire boards these days? Hell in a cell too, eh? Well, with fag gimmicks like that gltiz'n the shit up, at least I don't have to worry about the fuckers in the ring be'n of much accord. Is it blown up body builders or skinny little northern flyers this time? Is the needle stick'n out of the ass or the arm--that's the easy way to tell. Still, a royal's a royal--anything can happen. Just like with bar brawls and roofles, any dickless fuck can get lucky with an empty beer bottle.

"But yeah, to answer yer question, yeah I've heard of a few of these fuckers before--never wrestled any of 'em, at least that I remember. But I've caught wind of a few of 'em. At least a couple of these guys got some spine to 'em if the stories are true. We'll see about the rest. I figure a royal's a good place to feel 'em out--that's the only use I've ever had for 'em anyways. Grab some tit, you know."

***Duchess is wandering back stage at the arena thinking about the Pier 6 Brawl. Casually dressing in jeans, a black t-shirt, black suede boots, and carrying a bottle of Coke, she takes a drink then begins to speak.***

17 A1E superstars and me, in a sea of barbed wire. Awesome. I have made it a point to watch the Pier 6 Brawl for the past couple of years, it’s a fascinating match. This year, however, this year will be different, at least for me.

First I will be a participant, not a spectator. Second, I have the last entry spot, giving me a slight advantage. Of course, those that understand these things know that by the time I arrive only the most determined and the strongest will be left. Sort of like walking into a lion’s den, with the main advantage being, a few less lions around, but the lions that are left are real killers.

I met quite a few of these folks in the Battle Royal last week, and I emerged the winner. I could spout a bunch of crap about not have to worry about them, but we all know that for a small mis-step anyone of them could be in my spot. I’ve spent way to many years in this business to underestimate anyone.

Damon Blackburn, Jeffery Bellview, BigDog, Dam Skippy, Gladiator, Suicidal Killer, Torment, Zero, Vreck Stone, and a Mystery Competitor. These are the folk I have never met. I know some of them by reputation and as a fan, but now they are the enemy, or at least part of the enemy. I will find out more about them as the Brawl gets closer. I would like to know more about out friend the Mystery Competitor, but I guess that will be revealed as a “pop spot” for the crowd.

The rest of the enemies are familiar. In this case, I use the term enemies in the nicest possible way, after all Jack Blade, Freakshow and Cable, and AJ Cirrus are old friends, or not, from the days of MBE. Of course, they don’t expect any quarter from me, any more than I expect it from them.

Negative 1, Roderick McRatrick, Venom, are all enemies I have met here in A1E. New folks looking to defeat me or be defeated by me. Although I’m not currently part of Negative 1 or Venom’s agenda, I do plan on getting in the way, if they get in mine.

The upshot of this recitation is that I plan on winning this brawl, and like all other matches the key to winning is knowing your opposition. Hopefully a few of you will be stupid enough to under-estimate me, if not I'll win the old fashion way, by kicking ass and taking names.

So if y’all will excuse me, I have a bit of work to do.

***The camera watches a Duchess wanders off down a dark hallway.***


jem

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Well, it looks like I have gathered some attention from the other place-holder participants of this little event.

Good.

That is the way it should be.

For *I* am the only one with which you should be concerned - I am the one who is going to repeat as the winner of the Brawl, and go on to reclaim my A1E World Title - and no puppy, genetically-mutated freak, tavern wench, or any other commoner is going to stop me.

Now, it seems like a few other spineless jellyfish posing as wrestlers have finally opened their mouths.

Mr. Stone, is it? Do you intend to strike fear into the hears of all of us by proclaiming the Brawl is just a merry little walk in the park? Or is it that wonderful name you have, which in reality sounds about as trauma-inducing as a cat hacking up its lunch. Or perhaps you should change it to Kvetch, since that is all you seem to be doing.

Step up, Furball, and see what the Brawl is all about. I am sure your body will love you for it.

Speaking of Negativity, how was the last Battle Royal you stepped into, Minus One? How could you possibly expect to last through 17 other superstars when you could not even get past seven?

The little Japanese whore is the least of your concerns at this time, Minus Sign. It seems like you have some family business to take care of. That is fine. If you are not here to earn yourself a World Title shot, then so be it! Do not waste everone elses time! I will not allow the infighting of the Collective to spoil my Championship run, and I will personally throw each of your worthless asses into the barbed wire, and you can save us all the trouble and fight in there. I know you all love pain. Here is the chance to enjoy lots of it. I suggest you take that chance - the pain that you would suffer at my hands inside the ring would be a personal hell in comparison.

Mr. CATV... you are correct. You do have a slobberknocker on your hands this week. Forget all the hype of Torment and Beast talking endlessly about their HITC matches... the Brawl is the place where legends are made.

And I am the resident legend in this match! My pleasure to meet you - and defeat you. The brawl is MY match! MY springboard to greatness, and here are you, and a bunch of these other neophytes are hoping to use this brawl as a chance for greatness, a chance to skip all the trials and tribulations of climbing the A1E ladder and heading straight into a World Title match. Hoping to get lucky and use the momentum from a Brawl win to propel you past the A1E Champion.

Forget it. The good Doctor prescribes a long life of servitude, getting handed beating after beating! And I will give you a taste of what is to come in your career here in A1E, beating you senseless. AJ Cirrus is not here to save you this time, Cable. You have a long way to go up that ladder to meet me, son, and when you try to get here, I will be here ready and waiting to send you screaming right back down that ladder, over the top rope and into the barbed wire.

But go ahead - give it that old college try.

I welcome it.

And my good friend, Suicidal Killer.

You should just do A1E a favor and act like your namesake and commit suicide, for that is about all you are worth.

Just so you know, SK, I run my mouth with the best of them. And if you have a problem with me treating my opponents exactly like they deserve to be treated, step up to the plate and let me be the next in line to beat your pathetic ass.

I suggest you take your own advice, and pucker up to Houston, since that is the only way you are going to earn ANYTHING in this federation. There are too many people here that outclass you, out talk you, and most importantly, out wrestle your no-talent ass that you are nothing more than just a foul, loud mouthed waste of everyones time. If you are going to open up that stinking crevasse you call a mouth, at least give us the courtesy of saying something intelligent if you must pollute the air as you do.

Yes, I think little of you because of your poor, poor performance on Tuesday Night Warfare, but that is not the only reason. Maybe it is because others beat you. Maybe it is because you just run around yelling and cursing at the top of your lungs just to pull attention to yourself because you have nothing intelligent or relevant to say. Everything you do is just a desperate plea for attention, and your weakness was exposed on TNW when you let a crippled bitch and a clown beat your pathetic ass into the ground.

You are nothing but a waste of time and energy, and you will amount to nothing in A1E. It does not matter how many people you hurt, how many people you cripple, or how many people you put out of action... it does not matter unless you can get the job done! Unless you win, unless you acheive, what is the point? That is like Bellview spouting "I may not win every match, but I leave my mark on everyone I face!"

So what?

That is like being able to throw a 110 mile an hour fastball, but if you cannot hit the strike zone, then what is your value to the team?

You have NO value. You are worthless.

You can make all the boasts and promises you want. You can eliminate 16 other men and whores from this match, but you still will never eliminate me. You may come out first, and you may last until it is just you and I in the Cell, but after you lose, people will say, "well, he fought a great match, but in the end, he still lost".

You will still be worthless.

And I will show you the power I possess.

Dear Skippy...

The one with the peanut on top...

... and the penis in his mouth...

Why would I want the target on my back? I am the only one who can survive with that target,and if the rest of A1E wants to come after me, then so be it. The rest of A1E came after me for six months while I held that belt, and they came after me for months before that, trying to stop the Empire.

Well, that got them nowhere, and the only place it is getting them at Bloody New Year is a one way ticket into some barbed wire, and for one lucky contestant, a date with me inside a Cell where I can destroy them.

Sounds like a great time.

Of course, we could always just sit here and watch Andrew Gilkison the Second continuously run his mouth - Dam this, Dam that... and you call ME an attention whore?!? Maybe I should start putting my name in front of everything I do - the Gladi-slam, the Gladiator's Candle, the Gladi-rana...

Gets kind of sickening after a while, does it not?

Take the hint, slappy, and shut the fuck up.

And Torment, well, aren't you the hippocritical one?

No one is allowed to say that Torment has been on a losing streak, that he is in a slump, that he has something to prove... but man oh man, you are sure allowed to come in here and say that about me.

Well let me tell you something, Junior, I am everything you want to be! I am the one that beat Big Dog and took the A1E Title - from a man you could never beat! I am the man who defeated Beast in his hometown - a man that you have spent both of your highest profile matches losing to!

You can sure talk the talk, my friend, but you sure cannot take the heat when it gets turned back on you.

Well, I have news for you. You are NOT going to win the Brawl for the second year in a row.

Keep spitting it out, Torment, and we will all sit here and continue laughing at you, the laughing stock of the effort against the Empire, Beast's bitch... keep talking, and we will keep being entertained.

You can want the title shot all you want, but it is already mine. Thanks for coming out.

And that goes for the rest of you simpletons as well.

LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!

As the camera pans over to S.K., standing on a corner of downtown London, within Piccadilly Circus. The sinister smile upon "The Big Guy's" face proposes to the audience that he is in a good mood

Suicidal Killer: It has come to my attention, FROM EVERYONE in this match. That I, Suicidal Killer, the behemoth, the loud mouth clod of GOO, a worthless lard of mass that'll forever be NOTHING in this pathetic industry we call home...

S.K. looks at the camera with a sense of seriousness as he speaks in a tone of clarity and confidence

Is this correct?

Or am I hearing things?

hmmmff...

So the gossp has finally comes out of your mouths and into my ears, and it has evolved from a single thought process that "People don't give a DAMN about big ol' S.K."...

...into a sense of denial that "The Giant" shall never amount to anything, because he's just an illiterate tank of landmass with the I.Q. of a canary {a caged animal if so}.

S.K. gives a sadistic smile as he chuckles to himself

Well Glad ol' pal, ol' buddy...

Looks like the upperhand of winning this match has just been tossed over in my direction...

I mean you by all means can be the favorite out of this match, you and that Duchess wench who won her little puny brawl.

But I hold the KEY in winning this horrific match of complete brutality and insanity!

Yes ohhhh yes I do... And I have all you clueless fucks to thank for it.

You've thrown out the fact that S.K. is going to be a factor...

That I'm unimpressive... That I haven't shown you a damn thing since I've been here that I Deserve a chance at destiny...

Since I can't even win a damn match between a crippled bitch and a sadiomastic clown who thinks Jerry Springer is some sort of bizarre sex toy...

Oh how the sunlight shines so brightly down the path you have given me - as Cross would put it.

Your underestimation of my TRUE ability by putting all your minds in a state of denial that "the sea of masses will consume me..."

"He can't back up his word"

Well I ACCEPT this title of being the "UNDERDOG" because frankly...

I'm LOVIN EVERY SECOND OF IT!

This is the title I recieved when I first joined up with A1E, and as long as you're going to label me it, I'll embrace it with open arms as a gift.

No one as ever believed the potential, the HYPE of being a threat to the wrestling industry ever since I decided to start wrestling not as a career, but as a life for me...

A life away from the isolated bird cage they had me couped up in for too many years...

But now that's done with... I'm free from that isolated HELL...

And I'm free to reak havoc upon the animals that graze in the fields of A1E.

And it seems that the once, Head-Bull, has decided he wants to lock horns with the more LARGER THAN LIFE ITSELF Bull, because he feels THREATENED.

So he gets the other animals to gain up on the new Bull so the THREAT will decease and desist - so his prize can easily achievalbe...

Well that's just not going to happen Gladiator. Because once the crowd begins to rush towards me, that's when I'll start to turn heads as I throw each of their bodies over the top rope and watch them bleed to no extent.

Listening to their screams and enjoying every minute of it.

And if by chance You and I are left at the end, and the Freakshows, the Cables, the Torments, the Skip-a-roos, The Big Dogs, the Japs, and the Last WENCH to enter that ring are forcefully and VIOLENTLY have been tossed out...

And that cage drops...

My eyes are on you - MY FINAL VICTIM!

However - if its not you, and if you by so chance get thrown out by McRatrick, which would put a huge ass smile on his face and MINE for that matter...

Than if it is the Wench or the Dog pound.

I open up to you with my arms to embrace in a final duel of PAIN and PLEASURE!

For you are all MY VICTIMS..

REMEMBER THAT & remember it well...


Camera fades to black

Actually, SK, for one of the very rare times in your career, you are correct.

You are a pile of goo, a worthless lard of mass that amounts to nothing more of a pile of crap lying on the floor.

Damn, Skippy forgot to clean up after himself again.

Another thing you are right about is that no one does give a damn about big ol SK, because all you have done is act like any other attention-starved cretin in the history of professional wrestling - walk onto the scene and immediately proclaim your dominance over all you survey without ever once backing yourself up.

Congratulations, you have joined the ranks of the lowliest of the low. Now take your cookie like a good little boy and shut up.

You say you have been given the upper hand? You hold the key?

Riiiiiight. I forgot. People have deemed you a non-factor.

And this comes from a man, who with the demonstrated intelligence of an English Muffin, claiming that he has already defeated us all with his brutal mind games! That we have all fallen into his mental trap, which, quite frankly is impossible because a human could not possibly fit into something the size of a grain of sand. We underestimate his true ability.

All you deserve, my oversized mental midget, is to get tossed into the barbed wire and have the entire world watch you thrash around and bleed like a stuck pig.

But then again, that would be a waste of your *true ability* - the ability to make commoners fall asleep by the millions simply with the sound of your voice. You should quit wrestling and sell motivational tapes with subliminal messages. Perhaps you could even join Reveen on the touring circuit - I hear he is about to retire and he needs a new protege.

And let me get one thing straight. If you think I am threatened by a man with the collective IQ of a worker bee, then you, my friend, are dumber than even I had pegged you for.

I simply state the truth. If you have ever watched the tape of any other Royal Rumble in professional wrestling, the grooup always goes after the biggest guy in the ring in an effort to remove him. It is not fear you see, it is simple fact.

However, if you so desire that you want me to throw you over the ropes and into the barbed wire...

Then so be it.

I will be more than happy to accomdate you.

Dam has just finished round 2 of the latest promos, after just finishing Gladiator's, he gets a frightened look on his face before shaking it off.

Umm. Gladiator, I think your dream life is starting to spill over to the real world.

I assure you I have never had a penis in my mouth.

I'm a little worried about your penis feitsh, though Maxine.

Next thing you know, you're gonna call up four of your friends and tell heteromales how to dress on National TV.

You're still hung up on the past, buddy. Sure, I lost the Cyber Title after less than 2 weeks, the first go round but I rectified that situation, just like I'm gonna rectify our little situation at the Brawl.

Speaking of rectifying a situation, it appears I have ruffled the feathers of Torment. Man, I hate to burst your bubble but not even Jeffrey Bellview could make a name for himself at your expense.

You may have been something years ago but today you don't have it.

While you were out licking your wounds like a pussy.. pussycat that is, I was winning the Cyber Title.

You're position is to be a name filler for ratings, nothing more, nothing less. Just like putting Vanilla Ice in the Surreal Life.

Dam chuckles as he shakes his head for a moment.

I do ower Maxine an apology, I called him the biggest Attention Whore in the brawl. I forgot about Suicidal Killer.

Oh man, S.K., talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, buddy.

They may call me green but your resume makes me look like Hulk Hogan.

You're not their yet, son.

Simmer for a while, eat your vitamins, lose some weight and then maybe you can hold a shiny belt like the Triple Star.

Until then, stay out of my way.

Mr. Cableaccess TV?? Man, you can't even beat 12 of our newest in a battle royale, now you're going to come out hear and crow like a cock. You need to heed the same advice I gave to S.K. and shut the hell up.

A.J. Cirrus. Did you have something to say to me, eh? What are you getting in a huffy abote? You want to be our first Canuck Champion? Take off, poser. You don't have it in you. All your good for is sticking your nose where it don't be long, keep it out of my way, or I'm gonna cut the sumbitch off!

Dam stands and shakes his head.

You guys can huff and puff all you want. This year's Brawl was gift wrapped especially for Dam Skippy.

The Pier Six Brawl is going to be my bowling alley and all of you wood heads are gonna fly like pins. If you listen closely, you'll even hear me yell "steerike" as I go on to win this match.

And that's the Dam truth!

And

Scene!

The scene is Royal Albert Hall in London, England. The fans have piled into the arena for a house show in the arena, one of many leading up to the giant Bloody New Year card to be held there in mere days. Before the first scheduled match is set to begin, the ring announcer hops into the ring and taps on his microphone.

Announcer: 'Allo, and welcome to Royal Albert Hall for a great night of A1E action!

The crowd cheers

Announcer: Now, before we get to tonight's card, I got some ripping good news! In a few days, at Bloody New Year, the Pier Six battle royal will take place right here in this ring! Now, as you all know, there is a mystery competitor to enter his hat into affair. Well, tonight, you're going to find out who that bloke is! In fact, let me introduce to you the mystery competitor in the Pier Six match...

...well, let the theme music introduce him for you!

Just then, "Hairspray Queen" hits on the PA, and the arena goes bonkers. Maggot, the One Man Mafia, former MBE Extreme, Unified, North American and World Champion, steps from behind the curtain. He walks down to the ring, stopping at the threshhold and looking around at the screaming fans who have already been seated. The One Man Mafia climbs into the ring and takes the microphone from the announcer.

Maggot: Thanks.

The crowd cheers again. Maggot waits for the cheers to die down before he begins.

Maggot: Well, I remember the last time I was in London. It was in this very arena, probably in this very ring, where I fought the Spoiler in a steel cage for the MBE World Heavyweight Championship. It was probably the most punishment I had ever taken in a wrestling ring. Of course, Spoiler will tell you he took his share of licks too. It wasn't pretty.

And as many of you know, as many of you were here at the time too probably, I didn't come out on top in that affair. Nah, it took me another month to get my hands on the Big Gold Belt.

But now, I stand here in London again. Unfortunately, Spoiler can't make it to dance with me this time around. But that's the breaks. Besides, I can't say I'm here just because the Big Naitch would be stomping around again.

And as good as it would look on my resumé, I can't say that winning the A1E World Championship -- or at the very least, winning a shot at that Championship -- isn't my total driving force. Sure, I'd love to become only the second man in history to hold both the A1E and MBE World Heavyweight Championships. And don't think for a second that I won't be busting the collective skulls of everyone in this match without that purpose.

Speaking of guys who've held the A1E and MBE World Championships, don't think I'm here to exact any long standing revenge on a certain insect. I mean, he's not even in this match, and I'm not eevn interested in pounding on his boyfriend for that vicarious revenge.

No, I'm interested in pounding on Gladiator, and Dam Skippy, and everyone else in this match for one reason, and one reason only. I'm back because I missed the brutality too much. I missed dishing it out, and I'll admit. I missed taking it too. Retired life is nice and all, but something just doesn't seem right about going through my day and not getting cracked with a steel chair at least once.

But dishing it out... man, I just can't take it anymore. You can't just beat up random folk on the streets. Ya know, the arrests and trials take all the fun out of that. I missed cracking douchebags between their eyes, and slamming foreign objects where the sun don't shine on the assholes. You don't take adrenaline like that out of someone's life and replace it easily.

And I tried replacing it, believe me. I tried boxing, but they booted me out of the gym when I cracked my sparring partner with a two-by-four covered in barbed wire. I tried football, well, what us Yanks call football anyway, but apparently, piledriving the quarterback carries a fifteen yard penalty. I even tried some of that MMA stuff, but I don't think they liked me too much over there after I tried to light one of my opponents on fire.

So I'm back in a wrestling ring. I'm back for the brutality. I'm back for the hardcore, baby. And I thought, there isn't any match more unforgiving, more brutal, more hardcore than the Pier Six. But I thought to myself, as hardcore as Pier Six is, well, it still could use a little more violence. So, I thought what do you give a match that seems to have it all?

I thought long and hard on this, and the answer was so simple that I almost cracked myself over the head with a water pitcher. The Pier Six match needs more chairs, more trashcans filled with goodies, and most importantly, more blood. Of course, I'm not going to give you the whole list of things I plan on bringing to the dance. But I can tell you this.

I plan on bringing down maximum carnage. I don't care what happens to me, or who wins. Just as long as I crush the most skulls, I'll be fine. And I will crush teh most skulls. I'll break the most bones. I'll spill the most blood. You'll have to kill me to stop me from kicking your ass, and at this point, I don't care. If I die in that ring, then as long as it's with my foot up someone's ass and a fist in someone else's face, it will be all good.

The crowd cheers as Maggot lowers the microphone. He looks around, then puts the mic back to his face again.

Maggot: And that my friends... is that!

The crowd cheers wildly as Maggot throws the mic behind his back. "Hairspray Queen" fires up again as Maggot leaves the ring.

Squiggy Jackson and Roderick McRatrick are standing by at Stonehenge. For what reason, I don't know. Anyway, let's go to them.

SJ: So anyway, I'm here with Roderick McRatrick at Stonehenge of all places. Why are we here at Stonehenge?

RMR: Because, I'm preparing for Pier Six.

SJ: How? I mean, I don't know how you just standing here at Stonehenge gets you prepared for the Pier Six.

RMR: Well, I figure that there are like a bunchload of other guys in the match, and even though I am undefeated, and I am the King of Battle Royales and Handlebar Moustaches, I don't think I can take all of them without getting REAL ULTIMATE POWER!

cue ominous music

SJ: Where'd that music come from?

RMR: I dunno. It just appears whenever I say REAL ULTIMATE POWER!

cue ominous music

SJ: Weird. Anyway, how are you going to get REAL ULTIMATE POWER...

cue ominous music

SJ: ...from here? Taht's a ninja thing. I mean, didn't you read the website?

RMR: There's a website?

SJ: Yes.

RMR: Oh, I was going by the olde English legend about the REAL ULTIMATE POWER...

cue ominous music

RMR: ...coming from Stonehenge. You see, back in the days of yore, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and Paul McCartney was on trial at the Spanish Inquisition, there was a lad named Lord Palmerston. He had REAL ULTIMATE POWER...

cue ominous music

RMR: ...and he used it to fight evil. However, one day, he ran into a group of evil beings known as the McLaughlin Group. Lord Palmerston slew them with REAL ULTIMATE POWER...

cue ominous mu...

SJ: WILL YOU STOP IT WITH THE MUSIC ALREADY??? PLEASE!

RMR: Geez, why don't you take a chill pill?

SJ: (gasping and weezing) Uh... uh.. no... it's driving me CRAZY!

RMR: Will you at least let me finish my story about REAL ULTIM...

SJ: STOP SAYING IT! JUST FINISH YOUR GODDAMNED STORY WITHOUT TALKING ABOUT IT!

RMR: Sheesh.... well, anyway, they all got a bowl of ice cream at Baskin Robbins and forgot about the seedy affair. The end.

SJ: What? That's it?

RMR: That's what?

SJ: Your story, that's how it ends? You never explained why were here at Stonehenge.

RMR: Wait, we're in Stonehenge? What story was I telling again?

SJ: Lord Palmerston and... well, you know.

RMR: Oh and the REA...

SJ: Hey!

RMR: Oooh, right. Yeah. Oh, well Palmserston used it to slay the McLaughlin Group, but right after that, he spontaneously combusted because he had anorexia nervosa. And so some demons took the RE... err, I mean, it to Stonehenge, where they keep watch over it. And look! There are the demons now!

Two guys, one hunched over, and one who's kinda buff, come into the picture wearing demon costumes.

Demon #1: I be onery!

Demon #2: Dude, I am the scary demon of Stonehenge! And I'm pretty diesel too, just look at me flex. (flexes)

SJ: Dude, that's just Rusty Joe and "Rodney McRipped".

RMR: No they're not. They're demons. And they have the REAL...

SJ: EH EH EH!

RMR: Ooh, yeah... well, anyway, I gotta go beat them up to get, the, ya know. Catch ya later.

SJ: Oh, wait, one more question. What did you get for Christmas.

RMR: A used tampon... err, I mean, a beard and moustache trimmer! Beard and moustache trimmer!

SJ: Just as I thought. There is justice in the world.

RMR: Oh yeah? Well REAL ULTIMATE POWER!

nothing

RMR: I SAID, REAL ULTIMATE POWER!

cue ominous music

Squiggy runs off screaming, and Roderick chases after the "demons"

Man, Guess I Pissed some people off already.

I should probably just pack it up and head back home to the US.

Yeah, right.

Mr.CATV, so I was wrong about who has won more title belts, sue me. Was your listing of every single accomplishemt in MBE before it went DOA is supposed to impress and/or intimidate me? I hope your smarter than that but I really doubt it.

For all the talk of YOUR greatness wasnt it last week you got your ass kicked in the Battle Royal and got ELIMINATED? Hmm, looks to me your chances of winning the Brawl are not as great as you claim to be, what a suprise! So buddy listen up, you don't impress me at all and all your talk doesnt mean anything to me. I'll look foward to tossing you into the barbed wire and watching you bleed.

As for Gladiator, man I touched a nerve there. Don't like to admit your on a losing streak. Well if you had been paying attention dumbass I already mentinod that things haven't been going my way lately. I didn't try to hide or deny it as you like to claim. Your the one who seems to try and ignore the fact you havent gotten back on track since Cross beat you. I guess if Fly beats Promo when you couldnt that means he's better than the great Gladiator, which is funny since your supposed to be his buddy. He asked you to take out Promo before the PPV and you failed. And now your ranting and raving how your going to win the Brawl again.

I don't dissrespect your abilities Glad, your a damn good wrestler, what I dispute is the fact you think that since you won last year that winning this year is a guarentee. Your logic is as solid as quicksand. Keep on dreaming buddy, while I do the winning.

Skippy, your attemtps to insult me are as pathetic as you are. Everyone told me I was washed up when I came back, can't be the same guy. But despite the last month of hard times I have proven that I AM BACK and the fact I beat Lindsay Troy for the Triple Star Title is proof of it. The same girl who took the Cyber Title from you. Since you lost the belt you haven't done jack sh*t to impress anyone. Oh sure, you won a tag match with Cross last week, bravo. I'm soooo impressed. Why don't you prove how good you are by taking me on buddy.
You can make fun of me or my friendship with Beast or the color of my hair I DON'T CARE. While your talking, i'll be kicking your ass before I toss you over the top. Watch Me.

The thing I find the most interesting is the person who has actually given me some respect for a change is a guy I don't know at all, the masked man called Negative One.

Negative, you say we are similiar, kindrid spirits. While I apprecaite the flattery and respect from what I have seen of you so far I can't say I see the resemblence between us just yet. What I do apprecaite is your olive branch. If you don't mess with me, I won't mess with you untill its just you and me left. If you keep up that end of the bargin we'll be just fine. I look foward to locking up with you.

As for the rest of the motly crew, man what a rouges gallery!

We got AJ Cirrus ranting about how he's going to be the first Canadian to be A1E World Champ. If getting your ass kicked by Drifter is any indication you gotta long way to go.

We got Maggot coming out of retirement to try and make a name for himself again. I'm not impressed

We got the Duchess thinking she's got the inside track due to her getting the last number. I like her good looks along with her wrestling ability, while her overconfidence may prove her weakness the fact she won a battle royal last week is nothing to sneeze at.
Still, she is a target, lets see how tough she really is.

Suicidal Killer screaming about how he's a giant and he's a killer when the only major thing he's done is injure Kanna Kirishima and put he out of action for awhile. Your as scary as a newborn kitten pal, go back and watch some old horror movies if you want to learn how to intimidate people

We got McRatrick trying to draw power from Stonehenge so he can become like He-Man and win the brawl, good luck with that stupid mumbo jumbo pal!

And alot of people have remained silent, like Zero and suprisingly Big Dog, where are you buddy! Just because you won the first one on one matchup between us doesn't mean it's over. It's only just begun.

I'm not going to stand here and 100% guarentee that I'm going to be the winner of the Pier Six Brawl. I could get tossed, although that didnt happen the last time I was in this thing. Yeah I came up short, by a few feet as the Dog beat me out the door.

However, if I can repeat that performance, then I KNOW that I have as good as a chance as anyone to win this thing. This match is the most tough, brutal and horrific in A1E. It's more about trying to SURVIVE it rather than win it outright. You got hungry people wanting a title shot, you got barbed wire, you got Hell in a Cell. It's a recipie for a bloodbath!

But despite what you may say, I have survived worse.

And this week here in London, I'm going to prove all the naysayers wrong.

I'm going to win this thing, and get me a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

Bring it on.

"And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious anger; and they shall know that I AM THE LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them." Ezekiel 25:17

The scene opens up on a large office. Behind the desk sits former World Heavyweight Champion, BigDog. To his right, there is a large television embedded in the wall. On the screen, he is watching promo after promo from the Pier 6 Brawl. As the last one finally comes to an end, he switches the television off with the remote and places the remote on his desk.

BigDog leans back in his chair and seems lost in a moment of thought. As he sits there, a smirk begins to form on his face.

BigDog: Once again, it is coming together.

Present a group of people with an opportunity that most of them will never see again in their entire careers, and they nearly fall over themselves in excitement. They run around like cockroaches in a room where the light has just been switched on.

Many of the participants in this Brawl have never even been in the same room with the world heavyweight championship. At best they've seen it on television, or if they're lucky the champion passed by them backstage at one point. Maybe he even handed them a sweaty towel that they could hide away under their pillow and dream their silly little dreams about being somebody before it's all said and done.

Only the real contenders have shown any kind of composure thus far. Hell, for most of these guys, they've gotten in a week's worth of talking in just a few hours. They'll be exhausted before their music even starts playing. All that adrenalin they're burning off is wasted energy, just wasted energy.

Suicidal Killer says that it takes a psychotic man to win a psychotic match. Sorry big man. Not true. To win the Pier 6 Brawl, it takes more than raw strength and two barrels full of anger. No, to win this thing, it takes perserverence, determination, and planning. You simply cannot step into the ring with 17 other A1E competitors and hope to come out on top without a plan.

Fortunately for me, I have the experience to come up with just such a plan.

You see, I sit here and I listen to my old pal Gladiator go on and on about how this is HIS match. This is HIS path to glory. HE is the legend around here.

Funny stuff, Max old friend.

Perhaps you've forgotten that there have been two of these here shindigs. Yes, you happened to come out on top of last year's event. However, another competitor in this match just happened to come out on top of the one the year before.

That's right. Me!

Torment knows. He was there. He got a grand view of my backside as I stepped through the door of that cage and claimed the prize that he only dreamed of. He watched all of his dreams come to an end that night as the referee raised my hand and George Thorogood blasted over the PA system.

For two years, he sat on that feeling. It built inside him, drove him. It motivated him to make it all the way back to an A1E ring and make himself a champion again. Of course, it was only the Triple Star title, but hey it was something.

And then he finally got his chance. He found himself across the ring from me, one on one. Finally, his dreams would be fulfilled and he would avenge that fateful loss from two years ago. Only problem was, he was standing across the ring from the real me and not some figment of his overactive imagination. The real me battered him from pillar to post and put his back to the mat in decisive fashion. Not only did he take the Backdrop Driver, but he got a Dog Pound just for good measure. Hell, I wasn't sure he'd even be moving in time to catch his plane to England for Bloody New Year.

I look around the rest of the participants, and I see quite the motley crew of competitors. We have small ones (Duchess, Venom, CATV), and we have giants (Suicidal Killer and Zero). We have technicians (Gladiator and Damon), and we have brawlers (Bellview and Torment).

We have every kind of wrestler you could possibly imagine.

But we only have three people who know what it's like to wear a World Heavyweight title.

One of them is making his first appearance in A1E. Maggot, I've watched some of your career. When I was world champion, I made it my business to know what was going on around the rest of the wrestling world. I already knew that I was the best that A1E had to offer, so it was only natural that I wondered how I would stack up against the champions of other federations. I guess we will soon see how well I stack up against you. I like my chances.

The other is Gladiator. At one time, the best friend I ever had. Until that night that I won the world title, and you revealed yourself to be the bastard that you are. We have both won this Brawl before, Max. And we have both tasted that World Heavyweight championship.

Yes, you did manage to take that title from me. But what many people forget is that it took you two tries to do it. You didn't get the job done the first time. You gave me your best shot, and I still held onto the title, like I had many times before. However, you had your puppet in the front office, Sullivan, give you another shot.

You're a son of a bitch, Gladiator, but you do have talent. Given enough shots at my title, you were bound to come out on top sooner or later. Sullivan knew that, so he threw you right back at me the next month, and you managed to come through finally. However, what Sullivan also knew, is that your victory was a fluke. He knew that you didn't have what it takes to beat me again, so he kept me as far away from you as he could.

He buried me in useless feuds that went nowhere. I spent all of last summer kicking Damon Blackburn's ass in every arena across the country and in every kind of match that Sullivan could dream up. The result was always the same. Poor Damon would talk about the Damon Express, and then I'd beat his ass and leave him for dead in the middle of the ring.

It's been a long seven months, Max. For too long, you've breathed air free of my presence. For too long, you've walked under your own power, basking in the glory that Sullivan bought for you through his treachery. Now is the time that I finally get my hands back on you. It's time to settle a very old debt, my friend. That knife you plunged into my back two years ago still has the blood stains on it. Soon, you will feel its sting yourself.

And then, when it's all said and done, I will wade through that sea of barbed wire, and I will once again emerge from that cage as the #1 contender to the World Heavyweight title. And if Euclid happens to find a horseshoe up his ass and manages to actually beat Cross for the title, it will be the pleasure of a lifetime to end his reign before it even gets started.

Yes, that would be a great pleasure indeed.

The camera fades as BigDog smiles broadly.

Torment, my dear Torment...

Maybe you did touch a nerve. I never have been one to enjoy losing. Especially when you have been all the way to the top like I have, you get used to it... you want it... you crave it...

But I suppose I should thank you.

Thank you for reminding me of that very thing. Thank you for refocusing me, for relighting the candle... for reminding me why I am here...

And that is because I am simply the perfection of wrestling personified - and after Euclid and Cross get done having their little match, I will complete my little journey and take back what is mine! The A1E World Heavyweight Championship!

But I do not have any excuses, do I? As much as you and all the other commoners in A1E would like me to just toss out a sham of an excuse...

I will not.

I am simply going to take what I have learned over the past two matches and use it to rebuild and refocus... and regain that belt.

But before I do that, let us take a look at your logic.

If Housefly beats Promo, then he is better than I, correct? How about Beast beat you, and I beat Beast, therefore I am better than you? Or perhaps Housefly did not beat Big Dog, but I did, so therefore I am better than Housefly?

However, Torment, the Empire is above making petty claims based on flawed logic. Feel free to use them all you want, and join SK in the mentally deficient gene pool. I am sure the water is warm.

There, you can relax and soak your aching and bruised body after I toss it into the barbed wire!

And now, onto my bestest friend in the whole wide world...

The Puppy.

It was inevitable that we would meet again, old friend.

Are you a little worried about the burn out, Paul? Worried that you can no longer handle the media coverage, the constant promos? The old body cannot take it like it once used to?

So be it. Sit there and complain. I am like the Energizer Trojan Horse. I can keep on going night and day, all week long, my friend. But if you need to rest and take a little nap, then you go right ahead. While you are sitting off in the corner of the ring during the brawl getting your beauty sleep, I shall be tossing opponents over the top rope and winning the damned match.

Winning MY match.

You do not like the sound of that, do you Paul?

Upset that you are not getting the attention you deserve? Pissed off that once again, I have taken the spotlight away from you?

All the media, all the wrestling journalists, the entire wrestling world - they are asking the question: Can Gladiator repeat as winner of the Pier Six Brawl? Can Gladiator win two years in a row? Can Gladiator defend his title as Winner of the Pier Six Brawl? Can Gladiator win the Brawl one more time and go on to regain his title from the man who took it from him?

That of course depends on Cross defending against Euclid, but the drama, the hook, the story is there.

And you are not part of it.

No one is wondering if the old bassett hound still has it in him for one more big match. No one is asking the question if Big Dog can win his second match. The only headline you will be a part of is "Big Dog fails again as Gladiator wins the A1E Pier Six Brawl".

And just like you have been whining for the past six or seven months about "Where is my title shot?!?", you continue to rehash the same old "Well, you won, but it took you two tries to do it" statement.

No one forgets that, Paul.

However, there is something else that no one forgets.

You did not beat me either.

I gave you the best I had that night, and did not win. You gave me the best you had, and you could not beat me either. A Draw. That is why I got my second shot, and for no other reason. A winner had to be determined in our little ongoing saga. No one likes a cliffhanger - we had to settle the score.

And when the dust settled, you were barely clinging to LIFE as I dragged you out from the wreckage of that table and pinned you in the middle of the ring.

How embarassing. The seemingly unbeatable Champion facing his nemesis, and he lost. You had given me your best, Paul, you hit me with the Dog Pound in the middle of the ring, yet I would not stay down. I got back, hit the best damned shooting star press this planet has ever seen, putting you through a table, and then dragging you across the arena floor, without so much as a wink of an eye, let alone a fight, and rolled your lifeless carcass into the ring and pinned you for the 1, 2, 3.

If you call that a fluke and actually belive it, then I have some prime real estate at the North Pole to sell you.

But no, it is just another excuse.

You are damned right. I do have talent. More than you. You just cannot bring yourself to admit it.

And come Bloody New Year and the Pier Six Brawl, I am going to do it all over again.

And there is not a damned thing you can do about it.

Ok, if thats the way you want it fine.

Perhaps my logic isn't that great, logic was never my strong point. My strong point was going in week and week out and beating the living hell out of people.

You know it's annoying when people decided to harp on the fact that fortunes have not turned your way. Yeah, I've lost to Beast in two Hell in a Cell matches, but everyone forgets the fact I beat him several other times including the the one where I won the Cyber Title a second time after he beat me for it. Everyone likes to forget that when i lost the Cyber Belt it was a stupid match were if my partner got pinned I lost the belt and that's what happened. I never got pinned to lose that title. How do you think that feels? Eh Big Dog, how about you Gladiator? It sucks to lose the belt doesn't it? If you think getting pinned to lose a belt is bad enough, how about losing it without really losing the match yourself.

That was a low point, and not long after that is when I got my injury.
A injury that almost ended my wrestling career.

You of all people should understand what it's like to be severly injured and unable to wrestle Gladiator. Let me ask you something, were you wondering if you would ever be able to wrestle again? Did you wonder if you would be able to win championships? Well you proved people wrong, you came back and you worked hard and BOOM, you beat Big Dog to become the A1E World Champ. Bravo, good for you.

Me? I came back, won alot of matches, won the Triple Star Title, buried the hatchet with Beast. To me, all pretty important acomplishments when you consider how long I was out and how people wrote me off when I came back. But I guess to someone of your stature and ego that since I haven't won the World Title that I'm just a nobody, some crazy hardcore guy who hasn't gotten to the top yet to prove how good he is.

I guess winning the Cyber and Triple Star belts means I'm a jobber, I guess being able to come back from a career ending injury makes me a non threat to the likes of you and Big Dog and anyone else that's competing in the Pier Six

That's fine with me, you and Big Dog choose to give me no respect, think I don't measure up to your greatness since I've never won the Big One, that I don't have a chance in hell of winning the Pier Six Brawl. Am I suprised you treat me this way? Nope.

You talk about your greatness, how you won the Brawls in the past. That your the ex-World Champ and your going back again. I can understand that kind of confidence. You've been the winner before, you can do it again. It doesn't matter that your not the champ now, your going to get it back just like that *snaps fingers*

Now of course you see no problem with this picture, and THERE is where your problems begin.

You can't expect to win every battle, but you can plan to win the war.
Thats what I'm working on, you see I may have lost some battles latley, and that doesn't make me look good of course. But i'm thinking long term. I learn, as i leanred from my match with Big Dog last week, and I rethink and I plan and then I execute.

Now of course your going to say that I can't do it, that I don't have what it takes to even touch your greatness.

Well I've decided to take on a different role this time, the Underdog.

I've never thought of myself as a Underdog. I've always thought of myself as one of the top wrestlers in A1E. But then I started to think about it and I realised something.

Nobody expected anything of me when I showed up back in 2000.

No one expected me to beat Xavier Storm for the Cyber Title.

No one expected me to hold onto it for so long beating the likes of Beast and Housefly and Reaper among others.

No one expected me to win the belt back from Beast after losing it to him in Hell in a Cell at Vengence.

Nobody expected me to come back to A1E after Beast and Fly humiliated me with the whole Sinkiller deal.

No one thought I could go the distance in the first Pier Six Brawl.

No one thought I could come back from a neck injury that ends the careers of many wrestlers.

They said I had no chance of being good again when I came back, no one expected me to beat Lindsay Troy for the Triple Star ending her nearly year long reign as champ.

And probably one of the most shocking things of all, NO ONE expected me and Beast to go from being mortal enemies to *gasp* friends?

I guess I've been a Underdog in the past and never realised it. I've done things when people said I couldn't.

I've lost some battles, but the war is far from over.

So you can question my logic, you can point to the fact I've gotten beatings from this guy or that guy, that I lose a match to you or him, you can talk all you want about me not winning The Pier Six Brawl before. Its your choice to keep talking about what I can't do.

If your not careful, it just might happen. The can't becomes the can

Say what you will, I'm going into the Pier Six Brawl this year with no worries. I'm going to do my best, I'm going to give it my all and perhaps, with a little luck thrown in, at the end I'll be the one walking out of the Cell.

If I don't win, It's not the end of the world and definatly not the end of my career. I'll get a title shot eventually, if I have to work even harder to climb the ladder so be it.

But this week, here in London England, I'm going to to do what you think is impossible.

Win the Pier Six Brawl

And if I get to toss you, or Big Dog or anyone else who gets in my way into the barbed wire, so much the better.

Let the bloodshed begin.

"And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious anger; and they shall know that I AM THE LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them." Ezekiel 25:17