FAWA Promos #16

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*Fred G. Neric is mulling around the food service table with a cameraman when they see a very large, well dressed man exit the FAWA main ofices. They see this, grab their equipment, and spring into action*

FGN: Excuse me, Sir. My name is Fred G. Neric and I am a backstage reporter for the FAWA. I, and the world at large, would like to ask you some questions. I would like to know, with all due respect, who are you and what is your business in FAWA?

AT: My name? My name is Anthony Travizzo and you wiil learn to fear it. However, the most important question you asked me is why am I here. The answer, is very simple. I am here to start breakin' necks and cashin' checks.

FGN: Well, Anthony it is clear that you plan on engaging in in-ring action. However, I must ask, what led you to seek out a job in the FAWA?

AT: Fred... my Nonna once told me something. She said "Antonio, do what you love and you will never work a day in your life". So I sat down and asked myself "what do I love". When I did that, I only got one answer. I love to hurt people. I love hearing their cries, their screams, their moans, I love seeing their blood. But, what I love the most, is feeling their body go limp as I choke them unconscious.

*Anthony Travizzo smirks and chuckles at Fred then turns and walks away calmly. Fred
G. Neric looks into the camera with a terrified look in his eyes*

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

It seems the more things change the more they stay the same.

I've been in exile for three months and nothing has changed. Well, other than me.

Hayden, in your rant you seem to have no problem belittling me whatsoever. Someday, somewhere, I wil finally defeat you and show you just how good I truly am. As it stands, you are at the bottom of my list of priorities. Don't get me wrong, as competitor I have all the respect in the world for you, something I should have had months ago. But as a person? You have not changed at all. In fact you've gotten worse. THAT, Michael Hayden, I NEVER respect from anyone. But I feel that there are better things to worry about once Shaelin and I return. But muchacho, this was supposed to be my year too until it went sour, so please forgive me for not being more sympathetic.

To whoever is Teleision Champion after Gookermania, congratulations. I'm travelling the road of the great Kenta Kobashi, a road that starts at the bottom. And you will be right in the midle of it.

We're coming home.

[Seth Drakin of Monster Crap]

*Backstage, we see Jerry Fish doing an interview with Seth Drakin, who is wearing sunglasses.*

Fish: Now Seth, what we saw in that ring was well.....disgusting if I do myself. Richard Hertz, a man who was scouted by our own Tim Hoss and who might have had a bright future, was the victim of a calculated assault by yourself. What do you have to say for yourself?

Seth: Well, Fish-head, it was just an unfortunate incident.

Fish: You're joking, right?

Seth: No, I'm not. I was told that I had a match two days before the show. And after everything that had happened, I was psyching myself up with bad blood to beat the living hell out of Jonathan Michaels. So I was ready for a Hell in a Cell Match and suddenly, my surprising appearance was ruined against some kid, who may have had a bright future, but in the mood I was in, it was extinguished by some UltraViolence. You know, I have nothing against Richard personally.

Fish: Didn't seem like it wasn't personal.

Seth: Well, it wasn't. And with the Chaos Reigns rules, you can't really stop me so I was unleashed out there and I was not in control of my own faculties because once these glasses come off, I am like a hawk who is ready to attack.

Fish: But why the towel, and why did MiscreAnt have to bring Richard's fiancé Amanda to throw in the towel?

Seth: First of all, that towel throwing was to show Jonathan Michaels exactly what he was in for. You see, at Gookermania VI, in that cell, I'm going to beat Jonathan Michaels up to the point where his just as pathetic wife will be forced to throw in the towel to save her love.

Now MiscreAnt, you should all be thanking him because he knew what was going on and he wanted to stop the match as much as anyone. And since no "white knight" was coming in there to save the day and stop me, MiscreAnt took it upon himself to find someone who would have the right state of mind to know to throw in the towel. The ant you all love to hate should be applauded for his actions and not ridiculed for being such a low-life.

Fish: But making a man's fiancé watch as you do what you did to him, there is no excuse for that.

Seth: Jerry, this is pro wrestling, not ballet. If Richard didn't want Amanda to have to do that, he shouldn't have her here to see this. What do you want? Do you want us to were tutus and refrain from being physical. You want me to be like the NFL and only attack certain spots so they don't get hurt. Is BRB going to fine me like Roger Goddell for my actions? You know that this is the nature of the business. You think this business is to physical, get out!!!

Now if you excuse me, I have a 6:00 flight because I will be having a sitdown chat with a former FAWA talent who both Jonathan and his wife Sarah know very well so I say to you, good day sir!

*Seth just shoves Jerry into the wall and leaves.*

[Deleted]

I am an ant who will give credit where it is due. Security it only took you three times of taking us out that you will need a lot more than man power to stop me and Antihero. Sadly the games will end at Gookermania. That means this is just about wrapping up. What, a, shame.

I created this monster inside Antihero. I have picked each and every single part of his little peddle sized mind. tweaked it so much that at Gookermania, like a well constructed time bomb, its gonna blow. But it wont explode in my face like a bad cartoon all these fans watch, no. It will go off so that only Antihero will be at ground zero. It will be glorious when he goes backstage after my victory and thinks to himself that this is no ones fault but his own.

Texas Death. There will be blood. Barbwire bats, lead pipes, brass knuckles, tables, trash cans, and rail road spikes. Yet oh so much more may and will be used. I am not "hardcore" I am "ULTRAVIOLANT!"

I am not scarred for my life as long as at th end of the night the referee counts to ten and I can cover Antihero for the 1-2-3.

Antihero. This ends at Gookermania. Either I am walking out the victor. Or I will die trying.

Your move, but beware, it might be your last.

[General Adam]

*The General lights a cigar. He takes a long drag a blows a puff of smoke.*

So it's going to me and and the ant at Gookermania huh?
*He takes another drag off his cigar.*
Well that is just fantastic. Because at Gookermania, I'm going to show the whole world that I deserved this Fan-Fourm title and I'm going to do it by...well...beating the living shit out of you ant.
*He takes another drag.*
Now now. Don't take this personal son because I have nothing aganst you. I said that becuase..well..
*He takes anothe drag*
It's what I do. Get ready for war little ant. I'm gonna hurt you so bad that when you get back to your ant mount that nobody is going to recognize you.

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

*Someone is standing in front of Parts Unknown Arena, back to the camera. All that can be seen is a black t-shirt and emerald and black MMA shorts.*

When a house burns to the ground and the owner chooses to rebuild, they do not put the roof up first.

They start from the ground up.

To start from the ground means that I must become Television Champion.

To start from the ground means that I either finally beat a historical thorn in my side or I claim an entirely new victim.

To start from the ground....

*The voice drifts off, but then Gus "The Predator" Richlen's head turns to the camera.*

We're coming home.

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* Fred G. Neric and a cameraman are on a mission to find FAWA's newest wrestler Anthooy Travizzo.They are wandering the streets of Cleveland when, in a stroke of luck, they see Anthony Travizzo through the front doors of a local gym. They quickly run into the gym. *

*Anthony Travizzo is working the speed bag with only his left hand*

FGN: Anthony, we've been sent here to find out when the FAWA head honchos have told you when you are making your first FAWA appearance?

* Travizzo stops his workout and gives a menacing look to Fred G. Neric*

AT: Do you think these guys control me? The question isn't when they want me to debut. The question is when I want to make my debut.

* Travizzo returns to the speed bag *

FGN: Okay, when do you see yourself making your debut?

AT: My debut will come whenever I feel that I can make my mark. It will happen I can make all of FAWA realize that Anthony Travizzo means business. I want them to realize that them to realize that I am no joke and not somebody to take lightly.

FGN: Well, that is a cryptic answer. However, I must ask, why are you only using your left hand?

* Travizoo turns huis head and chuckles at Fred. He throws a big overhand right and snaps the cfhain as the speedbag flys across the gym *

AT: That's why.

[ratetankmark]

*FAWA's newest female star Victoria McGlade is standing backstage, wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, the young Newcastle, England native is also wearing some ripped jeans and she has her head-down, after a few seconds she lifts her face to the camera to show she has an Ancient Greek style comedy mask on her face*

Do that Victoria, Do this Victoria, for 2 years of my life, I studied Performing Arts in Newcastle College in my home-town of Newcastle, England and, well, I hated it, I hated the way that we were always swamped with work, 60 page long assignments, mind-numbingly tedious plays were shoved into our faces to read, we were never asked what we thought because we were the students, we knew nothing.

*Victoria twitches slightly as, even with the mask on, it was obvious how angry she was*

They always thought I was the one who was going to cause problems, because I spoke my mind, because I questioned what the system tried to force into my head, they all thought I was crazy...CRAZY!!!!

*Victoria suddenly starts to laugh with wild abandon as she suddenly yanks off the Ancient Greek style mask as she suddenly scowls, glaring a hole through the camera*

Do I look crazy to you? I should, because every single day I was told I was useless, or pathetic or a freak or a loser or a scumbag and one day, I had had enough of all the bull-crap so I stormed up to one of my tormenters, I snatched that bitch by her hair and rammed her skull into the wall, breaking her nose and awakening me, I'm nothing more than a bottom of the barrel piece of crap, and I'd have it no other way, because my main goal isn't just to be the top female wrestler in FAWA...my main objective is to take all my pain and all of my misery from people kicking dirt all over me for all of my 24 years on this earth, I know I'm going to go down in flames and that's fine by me.

*Victoria gets right in the face of the camera and cracks a twisted smirk before finally saying*

It just means that FAWA and every single one of its employee's will be coming down with me, pack up your things lads and lasses, we're going to hell!

[Seth Drakin of Monster Crap]

*We see Seth at night looking at the camera.*

I promised you a very important sit-down interview and while it took longer than imagined, I did deliver so let's sit-down with this former FAWA Talent.

*Seth then sits down on the ground.*

And may I introduce you my guest....Hideo Nakatomi.

*The camera shows the tombstone that reads "Hideo Nakatomi".*

You know, it has been several years since we have talked so let's talk.

*Seth waits and listens as if he is hearing Hideo talk.*

And I thank you for saying the honor is all yours. It is nice to know someone appreciates my efforts.

So let's talk about my Hell in a Cell opponent, your son-in-law, Jonathan Michaels.

*Seth pauses*

Yes, I know that you are pissed that I mentioned his name, but the truth is.....he is your daughter's husband.

*pause*

Hey, it's sad, but true. And you know what? It's your fault.

*pause as Seth laughs*

You don't understand? Well, I'll make it crystal clear for you. Jonathan and Sarah broke my heart as much as they broke yours. But the difference is, I didn't curl up and die. In fact, I am still breathing while you are six feet in the dirt.

*pause*

You have nothing to say? Well, I'll say this. I hate your freaking guts. I hate you for your sperm birthing that witch of a daughter and you failing to disown her after she married that sycophant. And at Gookermania VI Part 2, I will do something that you could never do. I am going to send Jonathan Michaels where he belongs, in hell. And hey, you can talk to him while he goes there because we all know you are rotting there right now.

You were and always are a pathetic old man with a pathetic family and I can't wait until I make your pathetic daughter shame your family as she throws in the towel to save her husband. You may have the money, but what did that prove. You couldn't take that money with you while when I finally rest, I will be able to take with me that when a man tried to break me, that person suffered a fate worse than death.

I would piss on your grave, but you aren't even worth my piss so instead, I'll leave you with this.

*Seth stands up, shakes up a spray paint can, and sprays a huge black X on his tombstone.*

Despite being in the ground, you will never rest in peace.

*Seth leaves while the camera looks over at a black X before it fades to black.*

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*FAWA's newest Iranian superstar, Jan Hamala is seen, wearing a bronze 'skirt' attire with the Iranian flag draped over him, the 24 year old 310 pound brute starts his first FAWA promo in broken English with a voice that resembles a young Iron Sheik*



I come from Iran, I seen by Iran as future of wrestling, my name Jan Hamala, FAWA think they better than Iran, FAWA think they better than Jan Hamala

*Jan stands up and scowls in disgust at the camera, pointing to himself*

But Jan Hamala and Iran are more dominant than FAWA, Jan Hamala and Iran are the future of professional wrestling and the future of FAWA...Iran number one...FAWA

*Jan spits right on the floor in disgust as he suddenly cracks a smug grin*

I've been entrusted by Iran to destroy FAWA, Jan Hamala always work best when weight of Iran on his shoulders, but are the FAWA powerful enough to face me? are FAWA fast enough to face me? are FAWA good enough to face and beat Jan Hamala?

*Jan laughs and slaps his chest before suddenly glaring at the camera with stone-cold malice as he snarls like a rabid rottweiler*

Jan Hamala is Future Of FAWA and Iran is Future of World

[Seth Drakin of Monster Crap]

Tick Tock.....tick tock, Jonathan. You know, ever since you cheap shotted me at Battle Bowl to end that show, I haven't heard one word from you. Whether it be beating that kid up to send you a message of what I will be doing to you, or having that lovely chat with your late father-in-law, there has been nothing from you. NOTHING!!

The reason you are saying nothing is because you know this is it. You know that you are walking into your own execution. You know that I will do anything (ANYTHING!) to end your miserable existence. Hell, maybe I even made a deal with the devil to do so.

It's going to be the end of this tale, Jonathan because you are going to end up like Macbeth, DEAD!!!

[Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED!]

Oct 11, 2013 9:30:51 GMT -5 General Adam said:

*The General lights a cigar. He takes a long drag a blows a puff of smoke.*

So it's going to me and and the ant at Gookermania huh?
*He takes another drag off his cigar.*
Well that is just fantastic. Because at Gookermania, I'm going to show the whole world that I deserved this Fan-Fourm title and I'm going to do it by...well...beating the living shit out of you ant.
*He takes another drag.*
Now now. Don't take this personal son because I have nothing aganst you. I said that becuase..well..
*He takes anothe drag*
It's what I do. Get ready for war little ant. I'm gonna hurt you so bad that when you get back to your ant mount that nobody is going to recognize you.

Do you want to know something funny General? And I know that word strikes a very personal chord for you. You keep acting like you're some sort of badass, and honestly no one's going to deny you are a badass, but the funny thing is it's all a joke.

No one was going to deny you were a badass with your Monkey Army gimmick, I mean sure you were goofy you were funny to listen to, but if someone was going to pick a fight with you, they needed to be prepared to be hurt. Now all people see is an angry bitter shell of a man who is clearly very insecure in his manhood! I mean I certainly wouldn't have wanted that gimmick either, but I wouldn't damn near end a young man's career, so no one would see me as a joke. the irony of this is you are a joke, I'm not saying you haven't achieved anything, everyone knows you have, but you're going on this crusade because you want respect, well you tell me General! WHAT'S SO DAMN RESPECTABLE ABOUT INJURING PEOPLE?! You want respect? let me tell you something, no one here respects you! If you hadn't injured Xzavier Greene maybe people would respect you still. Maybe if you'd said what you'd said without the needless brutality people would respect you!

Do you want to know the punchline of this general? As "The General of The Monkey Army" People liked you, they respected you. But now that you've gone on this whole crusade, you've lost all that respect you had. You say you're going to beat the shit out of me? Try it tough guy, you aren't the first to underestimated me. Ask Viva what happened when he underestimated me, Ask Seth Drakin! Try to put me down General, because let me tell you right now. "The Monkey Business" is over!

[Seth Drakin of Monster Crap]

*Seth clings bottles together.*

Jonathan........come out and play. Jonathan.....come out and PLAY-AY!!!!

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*Fred G. Neric is set up backstage for an interview. Next to him is a visibly annoyed Anthon Travizzo. Travizzo is earig a 3 piece italian suit.*


FGN: I must say this before we start, that s a great suit.

AT: It better be nice, it costs more than your life.

FGN: My question is this Anthony, why did you blindside Michael Hqyden after his grueling match?

AT: I said that I would make an impact, and I did. What more do you want?

FGN: I think everybody would like to know why exactly did you choose Hayden.

AT: Do you really need this explained to you?

*mutters "dumbass" under his breath*

AT: I chose Hayden for two reasons. First of all, I wanted to make a big impact in FAWA. I did not want to wait for the fans to recognize me after spending months beating the hell out a bunch of tomato cans. What better way is there to get attetion in FAWA than to demolish the fan favorite? If I have t wear the black hat now... so be it.

FGN: What is the second reason?

AT: The second reason is purely personal... Michael Hayden stands for everything I hate. That punk spen his life rolling up and down Rodeo Drive and having everything handed to him. I grew up on the corners and in the back alleys breakin' necks in order to survive. That little nancy became a wrestler because he can flip around an entertain the Goddamn jadrools in the crowd, but I did it because I love hurting people. I love breaking bones. In the FAWA I found an, ahem, a more legally acceptable way to do what I enjoy.

*Travizzo smiles*

AT: As for thee upcoming matche that he wanted... be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. At Gookermaina Part II... The Good Lrd will have to forgive me for what I do to you.


*Travizzo makes the sign of the cross an walks off

[Seth Drakin of Monster Crap]

*Jerry Fish is backstage in front of a locker room that is guarded by two officers.*

Ladies and Gentlemen, behind me is the locker room of Seth Drakin which is guarded by officers of the Parts Unknown PD. Before Gookermania began, Seth Drakin arrived at the arena and asked one of our backstage personnel (who has asked not to be named) if Jonathan Michaels had arrived yet. When the person told him that Jonathan had not arrived yet, Seth snapped and assaulted him. Due to bruises, cuts, and a piece of skin missing when Drakin bit the guy, that person was sent to the hospital and since then, Seth Drakin has been locked up in his locker room and not allowed to leave until his Hell in a Cell Match starts. We also know that Pop Evil is here tonight and they will be singing live Seth Drakin's newest theme song.

But until then, we can only keep you updated if anything changes as no one is allowed in Seth's locker room right now.

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

*Meanwhile backstage, some random worker is doing things when he accidentally knocks an open jar of honey to the floor. Sighing, he bends down to pick it up but is suddenly yanked to the floor. There is a lot of high-pitched roaring and growling and camera shaking before said worker gets to his feet, a tattered mess, and stumbles off. There is then the sound of shuffling, followed by a squeal and then licking noises.*

[General Adam]

I stand here before you as your FAWA Fan-Forum champion. I stand here beofre you as a man that is worthy of having this title around his waist. I stand here before you as the most feared man in the FAWA. And I stand here before you as a man who is willing to do anything to be number one in the FAWA. Now I always like to give credit to my foes, and Antihero my friend you did put up a good fight....it just wasn't good enough and I hope you do get better soon.


And your little speech before our match got me thinking. Thinking about why I do these things, why I act this way, why I have to hurt people. And when I thought more about it...I ask myself...."Why haven't I do done this sooner?"

*The General laughs*

You talk about respect and all of the crap, well ant let me telll you something, respect does NOT make you a champion! But you know what does though? Fear. That's what a champion is made of. When people respect you, they will open the door for you, but when people fear you, not only will they open the door for you, they will also shine your shoes and press your suit.

f*** respect. The only thing I care about is me becoming number one in the FAWA, and If I have to sell my soul to the devil to do it....I will.

*The General lights a cigar and takes a long drag.*

Ok then....who wants to fight me now?

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*FAWA's resident female nut-case from Newcastle, England was sitting with a scowl on her face behind a small wrestling ring, she sighed for a second before speaking*

You know. When I first became a pro wrestler at the age of 19, a year or so ago, I was so happy because I had to endure the same physical training as the guys had to, I was beat up and I was bruised but I was hopeful, I was excited to finally get to live my dream, nothing could knock Victoria McGlade from the cloud she was riding on.

*The Victoria's expression turned into one of complete disgust as she snarled out through gritted teeth*

It's only taken a year for me to see the light, pro wrestling isn't fun when you get down to it, it's hell, you spend all this time away from your loved ones, travelling all across the country, or in my case to a completely different country, and for what!?!

*Victoria laughed like a 5 year old child before throwing her head back and saying through insane laughs*

20 years old and this business has already broke me...the fans are the problem, not just the fans of FAWA but all pro wrestling fans world-wide, they don't care about us, they don't care about the pro wrestlers who are busting their asses for the scumbags who only care about having something to do on a Saturday night, and to be quite honest with ya'.

It makes me psychically sick, so sick that really I don't give a damn how many matches I win, lose or draw, as long as somebody leaves with their hopes and dreams crushed, mine have already been crushed and shat on so I'm good there, so I guess it's time for the FAWA roster to have their dream's crushed, along with their bodies and their mental facility.

This is a warning, or if you want to call it, a wake-up call, anyone from FAWA, man, women, transvestite, management...ANYONE!! Come and find me, drag me down to the ring and see if you can keep me down for a count of ten.

*Victoria finishes off her promo by smiling and singing in a ear piercingly childish tone*

1,2 Buckle My Shoe
3,4 Knock On The Door
5,6 Pick Up Sticks
7,8 Lock The Gate
9, 10 Never Breathe Again!

[Waffel113]

Scott Martin is backed up against a wall, muttering something to himself repeatedly

lose the battle win the war lose the battle win the war lose the battle win the war lose the battle win the war...

He notices the cameraman filming this, charges forward, and nails him with a clothesline! The scene fades out as his muttering resumes.

[Oak: Certified Jade Hater]

EWT... my old stomping grounds...

You may look at the kid from Hollywood right now and think, "what on Earth is he talking about?", but FAWA wasn't my first role. No, back before the glitz and the glamour, back before I was "Hollywood's Own", I was Mike Corral, one-half of Rated X. There were good times back then, some really good times, including a run as the EWT Ox-Division Champion. Battles with Koda Kazar, Mike Ragnal, Ultimo Chocula, and... Spaz. All matches I enjoyed, but faces I never thought I would see again.

But Spaz is back. Mysth, Curly Long, Mr. Bad.... all back. So what does this mean?

I don't know man. But it's never stopped me before.