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FIW ReVolt Rumble Soundbytes; [Everyone R&R]
Topic Started: Mar 2 2009, 07:32 AM (277 Views)
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The camera fades in from black to reveal many of the FIW staff members are racing around at a frantic pace, trying to make sure everything is ready and in order. They've blocked off an area of the backstage section of the arena and made it into a quasi-set to film on for the time being. Some of the arena staff are curiously wandering around and looking at the lights & the cameras and the massive FIW banner against the far wall they've set up as the backdrop for each take. The director for the pieces sits comfortably in the stereotypical director's seat and he is checking everything over one last time.

Director: Okay, send the first one in! Let's get this rolling already! ... [size0]Friggin' wrestlers...
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The first up to bat is Shaun Wilson. He slinks his way right in front of the camera. Mr. Wilson looks around at the set up and shrugs his shoulders. He looks behind him and stares at the curtain.

Director: "Are you ready?"

Shaun snatches around and looks like a deer in the headlights at the director.

Shaun: "Ready for what?"

Guess Shaun didn't get the memo about the soundbytes. The Director drops his head.

Director: "Uh....the soundbytes for the ReVolt Rumble."

He looks over to his assistant.

Director: [size0]"This is gonna be a long day."

Shaun smirks as he looks at the director.

Shaun: "I haven't done many soundbytes. But this sounds cool. I'll give it a shot."

Shaun starts to adjust himself, mainly checking to see if his suit is up to snuff. He looks back up to the men behind the camera.

Shaun: "I'm ready."

The director taps the cameraman. The cameraman points to Shaun signaling him to begin. Shaun smiles and stares into the lens. A look of seriousness rests on his face. After a few seconds the Director hops up from his seat.

Director: "CUT!"

Shaun looks around wondering why he yelled cut.

Shaun: "Why did you yell cut?"

Director: "Okay Shaun.....this is a soundbyte. You have to talk for this to work."

Shaun smirks.

Shaun: "I know.....I was building up the moment by looking serious. You know trying to look all determined. So can I do what I do?"

The director sits back down in his seat. But before he sits he taps the cameraman on his shoulder. Shaun repositions himself and sports the same look as the camera begins to roll.

Shaun: "What's up my Wilsonians. Lend me your ears. It's the one hundredth episode and I'm stepping into the ReVolt Rumble to do one thing....and that's win."

Dircetor: "That's a wrap."

Shaun gets confused immediately as he hears the director.

Shaun: "What?! I wasn't done. We can't be done! I had a bit more to say. Wait one damn minute.....it was gonna be great."

A sigh followed by the director sitting back down gains a smile on Shaun's face after his little man-tantrum. Shaun gives a thumbs up. He quickly gets back in position. Mr. GQ reaches into his pocket and pulls out.....you guessed it. A pair of sunglasses. Oh you guys are so smart. He slides them on his face and smirks. The director drops his head and tells the cameraman to signal Shaun to begin. The cameraman obliges as he points to Shaun.

Shaun: "What's up my Wilsonians. Lend me your ears. It's the one hundredth episode and I'm stepping into the ReVolt Rumble to do one thing....and that's win. I won last week and I'm fired up. No one will stop me......."

Shaun crosses his arms across his chest and poses. The director looks around as Shaun stands there.

Director: "That's it?"

Shaun: "Yep....that's all I had."

The director just looks sad now. He wipes his face slowly and looks at The African-American Whoop Ass Machine.

Director: "Thank you Mr. Wilson. And have a nice day."

Shaun walks off smirking to himself. After he clears the area he begins to mumble to himself.

Shaun: [size0]"I nailed that shit!"

Shaun walks off whistling to himself. The director looks over to his assistant.

Director: "If that was a sign of today, then I'm gonna kill someone."

Shaun continues on with his trek to where it is he was headed. When all of a sudden....
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<option>NAME: Shaun Wilson</option>

<option>HEIGHT: 6'1</option>

<option>WEIGHT: 228 lbs</option>

<option>HOMETOWN: Houston, Texas, now residing in NYC</option>

<option>THEME SONG: Jay-Z "Thank You"
<option>WRESTLING STYLE: Hybrid</option>

<option>FINISHERS:</option>
<option>- Watch The Throne - Electric Chair Driver</option>
<option>- Fade To Black - Triangle Choke into Omo-Plata</option>

<option>SIGNATURE MOVES:</option>
<option>- Ode To Malenko</option>
<option>- Texas Two Step</option>
<option>- Shaun Wilson Express</option>
<option>- Lone Star Splash</option>

<option>QUOTE: GIVE ME HEAVEN, OR I'M GONNA RAISE HELL!</option>

<option>TITLE HISTORY:</option>
<option>- 1x FIW UNDISPUTED INTERNATIONAL CHAMP</option>
<option>- 2x FIW FLYCORE CHAMP</option>
<option>- 2x FIW TAG TEAM CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x FIW FIGHTING SPIRIT CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x UWF US CHAMP </option>
<option>- 1x EWW TAG TEAM CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x EWW XXX/CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x nCw X-DIVISON CHAMP</option>
<option>- 2x nMw EUROPEAN CHAMP</option>
<option>- 1x NPW TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMP</option>




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Now in view a a familiar mask, that once belonged to Extreme Ninja, (know known as Kai Min-Lee) and after last week now officially belonging to Jorge O'Brien, steps in front of the camera. The directer gives Jorge a thumbs up to let him know he is ready to go when Jorge is. Jorge nods and gives teh thumbs up back to signify he is ready.

JO: Let's make it two weeks in a row, Rumble it's the Final Countdown.....

Short and sweet, Jorge finishes his bit and walks away as fast as he came
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O'Brien barely has chance to step away from the boom mic when Nick Allen bursts through the doorway, drains a can of Guinness into his mouth, dropkicks another which bursts all over himself and everything in a three or four metre radius, flexes his muscles and opens his mouth:

NA: Revolt one hundred baby! Nick Allen in his natural habitat: A fuckin' rumble! Brody baby, I'm gonna get my revenge...

Smashing a bottle of Newcastle Brown over his head, Nick then turns away, storming back off to... Well, wherever there's booze, I guess.

Director: ...Well. Is that camera even running?

Cameraman: Nope.

Director: Thought not, fucking drunken idiot. Who's next?
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The Director turns and as his rolling eyes fixate on the next one in line they suddenly widen as Chris Cage makes his way in front of the camera with his arms folded. The Director turns to his cameraman while patting him on the shoulder.

Director: Yeaaaah, pull back a little more. Just a little more. Just a liiiiiiittle more. There we go...

Chris Cage: You're all about thirty feet away from me, y'know that right?

Director: It's just to capture the sunlight glaring on you as well. Brighten the area around you.

Chris Cage: Are you scared?

Director: No! Of course not. *Mutters to his assistant behind clipboard* Get Security on the line just in case.

Cage is now the one to roll his eyes as the cameraman cues him.

Chris Cage: I have nothing to say.

At that moment Cage walks off camera and the Director steps in front of his path.

Director: Um... You know that you have to actually say something... meaningful, right?

Chris Cage: Clearly you do not understand the concept of less is everything.

Director: I... don't even think that even is a saying...

Chris Cage: It is.

Director: No... No, I don't think it is.

Chris Cage: It is.

Director: Someone pull up urbandictionary.com for me!

Chris Cage: ...

As the Director turns and then turns back to Cage-

Chris Cage: BOO!

The Director jumps in fright as he thinks Cage is about to explode and dives behind the cameraman as Cage shakes his head in disappointment and walks off out the entranceway. The Director looks up at the cameraman who turns and looks down at him.

Director: Shut up. I thought I saw a penny on the floor... Ahem. Next?
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Next happens to be Roxie, well she would be if she were paying attention instead of looking straight into a—NO! A bright light from the small black object in Roxie’s hand causes temporary blindness as she drops the flash pack and starts stumbling around backward. Luckily the case is caught by the camera man who, watching Roxie continue stumbling around, pockets the device to keep it from her grip.

“Next would be a former title holder in this company. A…Miss.” The assistant has to check his clipboard twice to make sure he can pronounce the name correctly and even his attempt still sounds like more of a guess than anything. “Galanoochie-Stevenson?”

The second portion comes out a lot easier as the assistant lowers the clipboard and turns his attention over to the director who looks like he’d rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else it would appear. One loud crash later, the director is looking at Roxie with his best, and yet somewhat very sarcastic, “oh boy” face.

After knocking the light over, Roxie bends over to try and pick it back up but her task is taken from her as the same cameraman comes in to save the poor light from any further harm. Roxie just rises back up and lets out a short, two second giggle over her own clumsiness as she catches eyes with the director who’s clearly hating life right now. Luckily for him that Roxie seems to know the cue and points toward the centre of the filming area silently asking if that’s where she should stand. A wave of the hand is the only response sent from the director who looks like he could give a damn where anyone stands at this point. Roxie tries her best to smile but finds it both hard and awkward to when being looked at like this before she hurries over o her spot. The way she runs looks just as awkward as she feels as her arms point downward rather stiffly and her expression is very nervous. Things only grow worse when she takes position.


“Okay…I’m sure you’re aware of the proceedings here. We just need a soundbyte from you for the—“

“But…um, I’m not very hungry right now.”

The director stops talking, blinks, and things just grow awkward for a moment until one word cuts the air.

“What?”

Her fingers fidget in between one another as Roxie eyes around the crew in front of her. Most of them are in disbelief of what was just said while others, who work mostly in Hollywood style scenes continue working as though they’ve become rather accustomed to these kinds of situations.

“Well, um, you said something about me having a bite and I said…”

Knowing that she’s so far doing wrong, Roxie softly trails off now more nervous than ever. Seriously, she’s gotta be some nervous if she’s trailing off like this. Taking your clothes off in front of people? Yeah, she should be one of the most out there kinds of people around. However at this moment her eyes are darting around faster than a fan at Wimbledon.

“Just say something about your match. Like how you feel so we can move on.”

“About my match?” Not really a question looking for an answer, but the director enlightens her anyway with a stiff nod. “Okay. Um…it’s big?”

The director falls back into his chair even more so as Roxie gives out a shy smile for maybe a second or two as her body lightly sways from side to side. The director just waves her along as Roxie smiles a little more easy before doing a short curtsy and turning to walk off the set feeling relieved that she got through with a passing remark.

With two fingers rubbing each of his temples, the director lets out a sigh as the crew awaits the next sound byte individual.
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Screeching is what pierces the empathetic silence and it is soon making everyone covering their ears. The director is looking around to see the source of the noise, possibly looking ready to fire someone if it is one of his crew that is causing it. When he finds no one in plain sight is the cause of it, he starts looking around and pushes his body up to its feet, and out of his director's chair. His eyes eventually glare at his assistant who is shrinking before him and he is unable to offer the director any answers to the noise.

Progressively the screeching grows louder and soon the source is revealed, it is an unfolded steel chair that's hind legs are dragging against the floor. The person that is doing this with the chair is none other than FIW's O.G. Ninja and the next competitor to enter the set, Kai Min-Lee. Little more than a careless throw is what he does with the chair, letting it skip and bounce to roughly the center of where the camera's shot is. The ex-Second Generation Extreme Ninja stomps the rest of the way and he sits down in the chair in front of the lights & camera, and the director is sitting back down, ready.


Director: Uh...

The director looks at his watch and back at the man that is sitting before the camera, his head is hanging on his shoulders. Seconds tick by and this is the only thing the Mask Hitman is willing to offer the camera crew that is recording him at the moment. Many of the film crew is looking between each other, soft murmurs about what is exactly going on with this guy they don't know much about. One loud enough voice is heard to suggesting maybe he is a method actor of some kind and he is "getting in the zone".

Director: [size0]We're rolling...

Showing a touch of impatience with this, there is a hissing quality to the voice the director uses to address the competitor with. He is trying to keep his voice down so that they don't have to take another take with this very quiet & still gentleman sitting on the steel chair. Yet his comment is getting zero acknowledgement from the statue like body of FIW's O.G. Ninja, he remains sitting perfectly still. Those icy blue eyes are partially hidden by his brow due to his head being lowered and the bandana he is wearing over his head.

Director: [size0]Whenever you're ready.

Now using a different approach, the director is trying to be a tad supportive to the man that is sitting opposite to him. He is even elbowing his assistant in the ribs and gets him to offer a supportive smile, and nod of his head to the man that is sitting on the steel chair. There's a few looks of surprise when the figure actually acknowledges this, Kai is lifting his head up slowly so that his eyes are staring into the camera lens. But then it stops at that and there is nothing more, the Mask Hitman is merely sitting there and staring at the camera in utter silence.

Director: Look, we're rolling, guy...

Frustration is starting to set in on the director and he is less careful about the level of his voice when addressing the competitor. The ex-Second Generation Extreme Ninja glances at him for a moment and then he is returning to staring at the camera lens. There are traces of a snarl of scowl starting to form on the otherwise handsome facial features of FIW's O.G. Ninja. Those icy blue eyes are starting to show signs of rage within them, pushing its way calmly and quietly to the surface.

Kai Min-Lee: Sunday night I come for what is mine.

That's it, it is all the Mask Hitman is going to say because he stands back up on his feet and snatches the steel chair with his nearest hand. Much like the way he entered, he is exiting with the steel chair's back legs dragging against the floor and creating an unpleasant sound. The crew is looking amongst themselves at that rather vague message and whether it is about Phoenix or the Extreme Ninja mask or the Dual Crown. Whatever the case, the director doesn't care and he is just happy to see Kai go, and he sits back down & waits for another competitor to show up...
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Jenny: What de fuck?

Next through the door is the ever-lovely Hellcat Champion, Geneviève Chennault, clutching one strap of the symbol of her position, such that the other drags on the floor behind her. This is as much because she doesn't find it particularly comfortable around her waist, as it is to annoy anyone who takes the treatment of belt particularly seriously. Ideally the frazzled looking director would have just taken that question, used it for a sound-bite, and sent her on her [not-so] merry way; however the official cameraman for the day wasn't quick enough to bring it to bear.

Director: Well, the ide-

Jenny: It was a rhetorical question, dumbass.

Was that a ten letter word? I do believe it was. The director is [probably not for the first time today,] struck dumb. Snarling, Jenny stalks over to the spot marked on the floor in front of the back-drop, and swings the belt over her shoulder.

Jenny: We ready yet? Ah'm a busy girl...

The crew and the director shoot small but questioning looks at each other, trying to decide if she's serious.

Jenny: Yeah, Ah made some Voodoo Dolls'a Macey, Roxie an' Bri. Gotta get home ta work de black magic before sundown, else it won't work, see?

Director: Really? It's just my w-

Facepalm. The director chose poorly: Jenny wasn't being serious, at least not about the Voodoo Dolls. She does however, want to leave.

Jenny: Fuckin' Hurry Up!

The cameraman nods that he's ready, the director counts us in, and we'll be on the main camera after the jump.


Jenny: Sorry ta interrupt de festivities, y'all, but Prime, big bastard wi' de two belts, right? [Censored] Wait Your Turn.

We can't see him, but doubtless the director's jaw has just hit the floor. A 5'7 lady, and that may be stretching the word slightly, has just pointed to the camera, and told the Dual Crown to wait in line for her. This is not how this is supposed to go.

Jenny: Ah don't have a mound'a grease doin' mah deals, so Ah gotta sort out mah own problems, an' those of you dat actually watch dis shit might know Ah got three've dem at de moment. Macey [Censored] Midas, Roxie Five-Names, an' Brianna Harlot [Censored]!

Fill in the blanks yourself, Constant Reader.

Jenny: Ah hope you three ain't plannin' on pullin' de same shit as ya did last week, 'cause it ain't gonna wash. After all...

For the first time since she walked through the door, we see she what she had in her other arm: A three foot length of heavy duty steel chain. How she snuck it in, I have no idea.

Jenny: Forewarned is Forearmed...


After that, we cut away from the main camera to a shot of the Director, shrugging at another crew-member.

Director: I guess that'll...

The departing Jenny interrupts him by slamming the door, with a metallic rattle.

Director: ... Do... Oh well, send the next sucker in.
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Blake Orange: I'll have you know that I'm no sucker Mister Director.

Next up for a soundbyte is Blake Orange. Despite not being in the ReVolt Rumble, Blake's fragile ego can't stand being the only FIW superstar left out.

Director: And you are?

His assistant whispers in his ear and the director thumbs through his clipboard. Looking for Blake Orange's name.

Director: Sir, you're not schedu--

Blake Orange: Silence! I've taken it upon myself to take The Dragon's place in this carnival of horrors.

Blake looks down at a cracked and empty can of Guiness and sneers.

Director: I suppose we could listen to what you have to say about the Rumble Match... you are in it aren't you?

Blake Orange: Well, I... uh...

Seems Blake's ego got in the way of his sense of logic.

Blake Orange: Screw this. I should have known Keenan would never fork out for Spielberg... instead we get this Uwe Boll tribute act!

Blake slams his hand on the desk and storms away as the director rubs his temples, clearly in the early stages of a stress induced brain tumor.

Director: [size0]Give me strength Lord. NEXT!
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And next to enter the room is none other than former Grand Prix and Dual Crown champion, Ethan Adams. His eyes scan the room momentarily before locking in on a taped spot on the floor which is set as a mark for camera time. He moves in quickly to the mark and focuses in on the camera and barks out an order to the camera man.

Ethan: ”Action.”

The director shakes his head as he brings his palm up to his forehead and sighs deeply.

Director: ”Slow down there tough guy. I am the director here and I call the shots.”

Ethan: ”Are you ready then?”

Director: ”Ready when you are.”

Ethan: ”Action.”

The director slightly closes his eyes and brings both hands up as if he surrenders.

Director: ”Just shoot it already. I can’t wait to get this over and get some Tylenol.”

The camera man does a quick countdown with his fingers and then points to Ethan as a cue to begin speaking. Adams starts out by flexing and then flashing a quick brash grin.

Ethan: ”What better way to celebrate one hundred episodes of ReVolt…”

In mid sentence the High Spot Sensation stops waiving his hands in front of him and shaking his head in a disapproving manner.

Ethan: ”No..No..No..Cut…Cut…Cut…I didn’t like how that sounded. Let’s take that from the top.”

The director now looks super annoyed as Ethan continues to call the shots to the camera crew.

Director: ”For god sake. Will you let me do my job? All you need to do is give us a quick snippet on the battle royal. That is your only task here. I am the director I will DIRECT my crew.”

Ethan: ”Yeah..Yeah..Sorry it won’t happen again.”

Adams takes a moment to compose himself and runs a hand over the stubble on top of his head as he rethinks what he will say in his sound byte. After much consideration he looks back up to the camera giving a nod and with complete disregard for the directors request, calls out to the camera crew.

Ethan: ”Action.”

Throwing his hands in the air the director turns around and cries out.

Director: ”Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!!!”

Ethan: ”Was that really necessary? I am trying to record this sound byte for you and that was quite distracting.”

The director turns around with his eyes bugging out, his teeth biting down on his lower lip, and hands pressed down on the top of his head. His hands slide off his head and jolt out in front of him motioning Ethan to go ahead. With little care left in him he allows his hands to drop to his sides making a slapping sound against his thighs.

Ethan seems very little remorseful toward the director as he takes in a deep breath and prepares to deliver his sound byte.

Ethan: ”What better place than ReVolt’s one hundredth episode for ETHAN ADAMS to cement his place as the best FIW has to offer. I enter the Battle Royal as a lone warrior with only one thing on my mind as I toss my opponents over the ropes one by one by one.”

He pantomimes eliminating opponents one by one by one before continuing to speak.

Ethan: ”With each elimination I will move closer and closer to reclaiming my rightful spot at the top of Full Intensity Wrestling. Every man…or woman tossed over those ropes is a stepping stone to the main event where I will personally strip the World Heavyweight and Global Heavyweight straps from Prime and become the first ever..TWO TIME DUAL CROWN CHAMPION.”

Adams smiles in a satisfied way and places his hands on his hips and gives the camera a nod. The camera crew and the director just look at him waiting for him to say something else but nothing else comes. Ethan continues to smile but it is clear he is becoming impatient as he shifts on his feet. After waiting several seconds he finally speaks again.

Ethan: ”Ok I’m done….Guess that’s a wrap.”

Ethan runs his hand across his throat to signal to the camera crew to stop filming and heads off set. The director bats a hand at his directors chair knocking it over and begins to laugh in an uncomfortable manner.

Director: ”Please tell me we are almost done? I can’t take much more of this.”
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*Just then Everyone's favorite Hijo Del Awesome... Max Rowley walks in front of the FIW Banner... dragging his ever present sidekick Scotty by his shirt behind him with his left hand*

Director: All right Mr.... *the Director checks his clipboard* Rowley we just need a quick sound byte for the 100th Revolt any questions?

Hijo: I have one...

Director: ...

Hijo: ...

Scotty: He's waiting for you to ask him what it is.

Hijo: SHH...

Director: What's your question?

Hijo: Did you direct Labyrinth?

Director: No, no I did not Direct Labyrinth.

Hijo: That's too bad that movie was awesome.

Director: Right...

Hijo: Do you know the guy who directed it?

Director: Jim Henson?

Hijo: You do? Sweet... can you get me His autograph the next time all you directors get together.

Director: Uh...

Hijo: I know you director's have your secret cabal meetings... you think I don't... but I do...

Director: what?

Scotty: I've found it's usually easier to just go with his madness then try to talk him out of things...

Director: Right...

Hijo: Sweet.

Director: Can we just get on with this?

Hijo: I don't see why not.

*Hijo lets go of Scotty's shirt and pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and hands it to Scotty.*

Director: Uh an interviewer isn't really necessary.

Hijo: Lies... slanderous...slanderous lies.

*Hijo Scotty and the director share a not often seen three-way of awkward silence*

Director: GET ON WITH IT!

Hijo: You didn't say action... how am I supposed to now when I'm starting... jeez... be a little professional would you.

Director: Action.

Hijo: 100 Revolts aye... it's seems like only yesterday that the first one aired... and unless I'm mistaken and I never am I wrestled a giant space ape for the amusement of all.

Scotty: Hijo... you weren't on the first show.

Hijo: Sure I was, I'm sure there's footage of it somewhere... just hidden like the footage of the haunted house match where Phoenix got in the way of my singles title victory... and I piledrove 20 ghosts.

*Continuity!*

Scotty: No you weren't. You've only been with the company for like 6 months...

Director: WILL YOU TWO PLEASE GET TO THE POINT

Hijo: That's right Scotty there have been some great moments on Revolt... but do you know what my favorite is?

Scotty: THIS BETTER NOT BE ABOUT YOUR DAMN DROPKICK!

Hijo: It definitely... might not be...

Scotty: What is it?

Hijo: When I filmed my documentary ... The Curse of the Creature's Ghost's Revenge: A Life Changing Dropkickxperience...

*Scotty shoves the microphone into Hijo's hand... grabs a fedora hat from somewhere off screen stage right... and angrily puts it on before storming off the stage*

Hijo: TRY BEING MORE PROFESSIONAL NEXT TIME SCOTTY! Some people jeez...

Director: As interesting as all this is... I can't use ANY of it... can you please get to the point so I can have a quick clip and get to the next person in line.

Hijo: Sure thing pops! We've gotta get on point cause the Hijo's got things to do today. Like trying to find a publisher for my Documentary... you wouldn't want to see it would you?

Director: NO! START TALKING ABOUT REVOLT!

Hijo: Which Revolt?

Director: The 100th Revolt that's this week.

Hijo: Oh yeah that thing... Well I personally will be celebrating in my own unique way... I personally pledge to personally throw 100 people over the top rope personally... one for every Revolt Episode that has aired.

Director: There aren't that many people in the damn match!

Hijo: ...match?

Director: The Revolt Rumble, Roughly the entire FIW roster in a battle royal against each other to determine the rest of the night's card...

Hijo: Interesting.

Director: If you didn't know about it what the hell were you talking about?

Hijo: I was merely speaking of the Americanadian tradition of throwing people out of things in celebration... I just figured I'm a wrestler I can throw people out of the ring.

Director: what?

Hijo: Yep... and I don't mean wrestlers I fully plan on throwing Referees...commentators... cameramen... managers... backstage interviewers.... security guards... fans... popcorn vendors...

*Sensing this might be a while the camera guy fades out to save tape*


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Your Favorite Four-Time Former FIW Fighting Spirit Champion
(02-28-10 - 5-30-10) (04-05-09 - 7-26-09) (06-10-12 - 9-29-12 )

Two Time Former Tag Team Champion
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Spiral Out, Keep Going
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*Inside the little studio or whatever we're recording in, the director sits in his usual chair, looking battle worn. Perhaps more so than the people will be after they actually battle. 'Cause we're all a bunch of prima donnas. The director flips through pages of who is left.*

Director: Send the next one in...For Christ's sake what did I do to deserve these fucking imbeciles...

*Phoenix steps into the area of which he is to speak. And he is naked. Like the day he was born. And many days afterwards. His parents were REALLY inattentive. He places his hands on his hips.*

Director: ...that's it! I've gone insane!

*Director tosses the papers into the air.*

Director: Say your piece and get out...

Phoenix: On Sunday I will win...because I've burnt all the pants in FIW!

Director: Oh is that what happened to your pants?

Phoenix: What? No, no. I just like the cool soft breeze flowing under my scro-

Director: NEXT!
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FIW Grand Prix Champion
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(12 29 14 - Present - Krychek)

FIW Undisputed International Champion
(05 31 09 - 07 26 09 - Phoenix)
(12 05 10 - 03 27 11 - Krychek)
(03 27 11 - 05 29 11 - Krychek)

FIW World Tag Team Champion
(01 11 09 - 04 19 09 - Phoenix)
(11 07 10 - 01 30 11 - Krychek)
(02 26 12 - 03 25 12 - Krychek)
(10 06 13 - 10 13 14 - Krychek)

FIW Fighting Spirit Champion
(09 29 12 - 09 01 13 - Krychek)

FIW Cruiserweight Champion
(12 06 09 - 06 20 10 - Krychek)
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Xtreme Kitten
Extremely Ordinary
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[Xtreme Kitten strolls onto the set in his tailored black suit, traditional mask and bare feet]

Director: Do you have anything perpared?

XK: Uh, yeah.

Director: Excellent, well any time you are ready.

[Kitten stares at the camera]

XK: What better way to celebrate the one hundredth ReVolt then to crown the first ever two time modern Dual Crown champion? It sounds pretty good doesn't it, on this historic episode to have a first second? What could possibly make that better?

[Kitten strokes his chin and taps his foot]

XK: Hmm, I have it!

[His eyes light up and his holds his hand just if front of his face with his index finger raised to display how much of a revelation it is]

XK: It could be better that in the process of getting eliminated Ethan Adams got his face broken and he fucked right off good.

[Kitten goes quiet and stares at the camera for a while]

Director: Is that is?

[There is no response from Kitten]

Director: Not another one?

[Still nothing]

Director: Can somebody get this guy out of here?

[Lucy wonders on and tries to drag Kitten away but he breaks free, moves towards the camera and in his best Kai Min Lee impression]

XK: Sunday night I come for what's Prime's.

[Lucy reacquires her grip of Kitten and drags him away as his grins]

XK: Pretty good huh?

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Ash
Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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After a short reprieve, the door opens again and Ash Koopa skulks into the room. Ash looks around the room, before laying eyes on the director. Unsure what to expect of this one, the director blows his cheeks out and sighs whilst motioning for Ash to come closer. Wearing black cargos, a white t-shirt and a brown pin-stripe blazer, Ash looks like a fashion disaster, especially with a golden belt over his shoulder.

Director: "Can you stand on the 'X' and record your bit for the ReVolt Rumble please."

As the director looks to his watch, Ash saunters to the 'X' marked on the floor and stares into the camera. Pulling the Fighting Spirit Championship off of his shoulder, Ash clutches it against his waist and cracks a smirk.

Ash: "Any number that reduces to one when you take the sum of the square of its digits and continue reiterating it until it yeilds one is a happy number. And any that doesn't, isn't. A happy prime is a number that is both happy and prime.."

A grin flashes onto Ash's face.

Ash: "Prime is not number one. Thus he is not happy. And I will only add to his problems on Sunday when I tear through the rest of the roster and take the Dual Crown Championship from him. And then, I will be a happy Ash. I will be number one."

Clutching the Fighting Spirit Championship with his left hand, Ash raises his right and extends his index finger, indicating that he is number one. Ash chuckles to himself, then turns and walks toward the door, before quickly disappearing into the corridor. The camera pans back to the director and his assistant.

Director: "That was, by far, one of the most normal soundbytes today and even that was pretty fucked up.."

The assistant nods and the director looks to his watch again, waiting on the next individual..
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Drake
Drake Love
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Director: Shoot me now. How many more of these do we have left? Nevermind, don't answer that, just bring the next one in already.

Stepping inside is none other than the Milehigh Sandwich Slayer himself, Drake Love. Looking rather annoyed about being here, Drake mumbles something with a wave of his hand.

Director: What the hell is your deal? Are you coked out? Hung over? Why do you look like such shit?

Drake: I had my molars knocked around by a foot to my face before a couple of spineless jerks jumped me. So forgive me if I am not looking ready for my Hollywood shoot.

Director: Well whatever. Stand somewhere over there-ish, I really don't care exactly anymore. Then say your line.

Drake: What line?

Director: The line you were told you were going to say for this.

Drake: I have no idea what the hell you are talking about.

Director: Are you freaking kidding me? Nevermind, just go ahead and say some random one liner.

Drake: Any one liner?

Director: Why not?

Drake: I love cheese.

Director: Excuse me?

Drake: Pepperjack.

Director: Are you a babbling idiot?

Drake: I love bread.

Director: I really have no idea what you are saying.

Drake: I love roast beef.

Director: I knew that Burger King gig would be the death of my career. Is that what you want to air to millions of fans?

Drake: Sandwich.

Director: I am going to shoot you soon.

Drake: Great story. I have two other shoots I have to get to now. Have fun.

Turning away just as unconcerned as he entered, Drake leaves the director still searching to grasp what just happened to him. Meanwhile as Drake goes out the exit doors, a commotion seems to be at the entrance doors.

Brianna: I am about to kick you in your man-gina in about 5 seconds.

It seems that the former Hellcat Division Champion is having trouble getting into the studio to shoot her little segment for the 100th Episode Event of Revolt. A bearded security guard seems unwilling to allow the Fallen Prima Donna into the building.

Guard: Look, I don't care if you work for the company or not. You aren't on the list of talent to cut a promo.

Brianna: That is impossible. I am Brianna Holly Chesterfield, I am a former Hellcat Division Champion.

Guard: Great. That and a buck fifty will get you a cup of coffee.

Brianna: I am telling you that I am a big star and I am supposed to be in there.

Guard: Well clearly you weren't big enough for your name to make this list, therefore go away.

Brianna: This isn't over! I will see you fired.

Guard: And I am sure I care despite my outward facial expression. Who is next in line?

Turning away, Brianna huffs away outraged at the treatment. However there is always another face to step up and as such, Brianna is forgotten.
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Just when the director thinks everything is over and his crew is about ready to pack everything up, the door swings open. In steps the Smarty Smark & Smark Associates or rather it is Chris Cage & Harrison O'Reily & Jim O'Brien and their agent, Smarty Smark. FIW's Super Agent is leading the pack with a strut in his step towards the cue area and the others all circle around him while he stands in the center. The director tries to voice his objection to this last minute addition but Smarty is quick to silence him with a flash of the cash.

Smarty Smark: Every man or woman for themselves? I don't think so, ham 'n' egger! The Smarty Smark and Smark Associates are going to stand united when they take the first ever ReVolt Rumble, and take all of that big time main event cash for ourselves! ReVolt number one hundred is going to be all about the Associates...Ain't no doubt about it, baby!

There is a cackle that starts of the manager's snorting & giggling fit that forces him to adjust his shades a little. All around the group there are high fives from the First Monster of FIW, the Corporate Juggernaut, the Red Hot Rookie & their agent! The four of them strut their way out of the make shift studio very much the way they were entering it only moments earlier. The director grumbles and he is quick to get his staff to start tearing everything down hopefully before someone else interrupts their process.
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