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Shawn Steele · (08-05-2013)

|-| We’re less than twenty-four hours away from what could go down as one of the biggest nights in the history of the X-treme Wrestling Federation. Monday, August Fifth. Brooklyn, New York. The night that has been dubbed “The Rumble in Brooklyn” by some. It’s the night that Paul Heyman, General Manager of Madness, tries to finally get one over on John Madison, the King of the XWF. At the end of Madness on Monday night, John Madison will have the name of the newest challenger to his Crown, hopefully this time not a fellow member of The Black Circle. And the names entered into the Rumble are plentiful.

Shocker: A man, amongst many, who seems hellbent on knocking John Madison from atop his place as King. So much so that after a good time away, he’s come back with what appears to be a vendetta against our King. Some may say that he doesn’t have a chance in hell, but he’s more than confident that he’ll be walking out of the Rumble on Monday night, finally getting his chance to reign over the X-treme Wrestling Federation.

Andrew Morrison: Representing The Connection. A man who’s been on a tear as of late, along with his fellow Connection members. Does he truly posses the talent to take that next step? That step to be the shining star in The Connection and claim his chance to challenge John Madison? Or is he simply a hired thug, brought on to protect the back of Ricky Desmond and the rest of The Connection?

Jordan Caliban: The latest in a long line of high flying daredevil type superstars who are willing to put their own wellbeing at risk in order to please the fans. Caliban, in particular, appears dead set on, and get this, not on winning the Rumble on Monday night, but instead he’s apparently dead set on getting his ass kicked. All so the fans will respect him. Jordy Caliban.. a very ‘special’ XWF Superstar indeed. But he’s got balls. That’s got to count for something, right?

John Black: Another wrapper turned wrestler. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Either way, rumor has it he likes to think of himself as “the black John Cena”. Black John Cena or not, like Shocker he’s set on taking the Crown from Madison. Unlike Shocker, people may actually care about Black getting it done. Something about John Black being a freed man. Who really has time to go into depth about his past?

Dwayne Johnson: The Schlong. The man who’s been inspired by the greats. Nelson Mandela. Winston Churchill. The Schlong. He fits right in, doesn’t he? Frankly, he doesn’t seem to fit in with the X-treme Wrestling Federation anymore. The former “Rock” appears too busy saving film franchises to really have a shot at being “King Schlong”.

Jesse Diaz: This woman sure does seem to live an ... interesting life. To say the least. And while it seems as if nothing ever goes her way, she is undeniably talented. And while the larger, 'super heavyweights’ may be considered the toughest obstacles in this style of match, it’s often the smaller and sneakier superstars who wind up the last man standing. Or, perhaps in this case, the last woman standing.

Waldo: Found him! C’mon, you were all thinking it. Ironically, Mr. Waldo (is Waldo his last name?) could be the perfect man for the job. The job of winning Monday night’s Rumble to become the Number One Contender to the Crown. The man that seems to blend in perfectly, no matter his surroundings, is sure to be a threat if over looked come Madness.

Juan Madison: .................................................................................... Seriously? Juan? Right.

Peter Gilmour: Yet another to add to the list of superstars who have a personal bone to pick with “King” Madison. But unlike Shocker, and possibly even John Black, Peter Gilmour without question has the .. well he has the balls to get the job done. To go to the lengths it will require to take the Crown from atop John Madison’s head. Based on everything we’ve seen, there is no man, or woman, in the X-treme Wrestling Federation that will go to the extremes that Peter F’N Gilmour will happily go to in order to get that match he so desperately desires.

Shawn Steele: The man who has no intention of winning the Rumble. The man who has no intention of stepping into the ring with John Madison. The man who has no intention of becoming The King of the XWF. This, of course, is what Steele himself has been saying leading up to the Rumble on Monday night. Is he in fact so obsessed with eliminating The Connection from any chance at victory the he’d throw away such an opportunity for himself, or is this actually all some kind of ploy to take the spotlight, the target off of the back of one of the biggest bodies that will be taking part in the Rumble at Madness?

There are more entered, of course. And likely more to come along before the show takes to the air live on Monday night. But these are the names that everyone is paying attention to. The so called “favorites” to challenge The King. But really, do any of them stand a chance? John Madison is King of XWF for a reason. He’s the most dominant superstar in the XWF for a reason. Because he’s the best this company .. this business has to offer. And everyone knows it. But a select few believe they have the talent to take that title, and that Crown away from him. The question is, are they just fooling themselves? |-|

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The scene opens up just outside of The Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York, site of where XWF’‘s sold out Monday Night Madness will take place in just over twenty-four hours time. We start on a still shot out front of the arena, various New Yorker’s milling about, no one specific drawing attention until a rather large, imposing figure steps up from behind the camera, his back, clad in leather jacket with a silver “Punisher” style skull, filling the screen.

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The skull moves slightly as the figure rolls his shoulders slowly before tilting his head to the left, then the right, a loud cracking noise heard with each tilt. Straightening his neck once more, the figure slowly lifts his right arm, pointing to the front of the arena where the Barclays Center logo sits atop the building.

Shawn Steele: It’s come to my attention that I’ve recently become the topic of many a conversation amongst many of the Rumble in Brooklyn entrants. As you’ve all noticed, I’m sure, I’ve been content to ignore most of them and instead focus my intentions .. my aggression, solely on the members of The Connection. But at some point .. at some point you can manage to piss me off just enough for me to take notice. So I feel the need to address a few things before tomorrow night. Before I walk into that ring and prove that I am a man of my word. Because I make sure that every member of The Connection that sees fit to enter the Rumble is just as quickly right back out of it.

Turning around for the first time, the scene fills with the XWF logo that adorns Steele’s t-shirt before the camera angle pulls back, revealing the man himself.

Shawn Steele: Peter Gilmour .. There’s not a lot of guys in this company that I respect. But you’re one of them, Gilmour. Of course I also respect John Madison so I don’t really expect an invite to the Gilmour family Thanksgiving feast this year. But that’s okay. That’s okay because I’m not here to make new friends. I’m not here to meet a new group of guys and girls to hang out and watch the big game with. What I’m here for, Peter, is to hurt people. So when you tell me that you don’t think I can become the King of the XWF because I’m too concerned with The Connection to even think about winning the Rumble tomorrow night .. well I don’t think I’m telling anyone anything they don’t already know when I say that you’re clearly not a Champion because of your intelligence. But, third grade education or not Peter, you ARE a Champion. And I respect that. Because to have one of those shiny XWF belts around your rotund waist, you’ve got to be a legitimate bad ass. And that’s exactly what Peter F’N Gilmour is, right? A legitimate bad ass. Perhaps the baddest of asses the X-treme Wrestling Federation has to offer. And that’s why, odds are, we’re going to end up meeting tomorrow in that ring. Eventually, we’re going to find ourselves face to face. It’s all a matter of luck really, if we’re both actually in the match at the same time. But given the difficulty everyone else is bound to have in their attempts to eliminate us, it’s a likely occurance. And, with that in mind, I’m going to make you an offer, Peter. Everyone should be well aware by now that I have no intentions of winning tomorrow night. Hell, if I’m being honest, I’d like to see you win it. I’d love to see you and Madison beating the living shit out of each other. But more importantly, I don’t want to waste my time with you. I know that if it does indeed come to blows between the two of us, we’re going to be beating the hell out of each other while both of our mutually exclusive goals slip further and further away from us. If I’m wasting my time with you Peter, that means the members of The Connection are busy getting one step closer to their shot at John Madison’s Crown. A shot I don’t want them to get. And the same goes for you. If you’re busy wasting your time with me, attempting to get me over that top rope, you’re busy blowing your opportunity by taking on a guy who .. in all honesty, poses no threat to you. So here’s my offer. Don’t touch me Peter. Now, I know you’ve heard that before. From every woman who’s ever crossed paths with you. But my offer should be much more enticing. You don’t touch me, you don’t have to worry about me beating your fat ass all around that ring on Monday night. And the same will go for me. I don’t have to worry about you beating my ass while I’m busy focusing on destroying The Connection. This is what they call a win win situation. You’re free to toss everyone over that top rope and get your shot at John Madison that you’re so desperately seeking. And I’m free to destroy The Connection. I certainly hope you see the advantage in my suggestion Peter.

Jessie Diaz .. You’re not nearly as smart as you think you are, Miss Diaz. And I’m not nearly as dumb as you think I am. Why do you think I’m not part of one of the dozens of factions littering the landscape of the X-treme Wrestling Federation? Do you think I haven’t been approached? That I haven’t had offers to join forces? Because I have. Believe me, I’ve had plenty. But why would I join some random group of Superstars just to help them further their fledgling careers? I wouldn’t. And I haven’t. Because they wanted me to help them in their little mission. Whatever it may have been. Which, ironically, is just exactly what you said you would be doing. That you could somehow manage to convince me to do your bidding. Whatever your pretty little head could come up with. Well, I hate to break it to you Jesse, but you aren’t that hot. Not even close to that hot. If I’m going to do something, it’s going to be in my best interest, and mine alone. It’s not going to be because you spread your legs like some cheap whore in an attempt to lure me into doing your bidding. I’m not that easy Jesse. It seems like maybe you are, but that’s not what’s important here. What is important, is that you’re talented. I’ll give you that much. You may be one of the smallest competitors stepping into the ring tomorrow night .. hell you’re probably the smallest in the whole damn company. But you’re damn good. But someone your size .. you’re going to need all the help you can get on Monday night. So why don’t you give Peter Gilmour a piece of that ass and maybe he’ll be more inclined than I am to help you get a bit farther along in the Rumble.

And finally we have .. Dawyne Johnson. The Rock. The Schlong. Am I missing any other nicknames? Maybe you should just go back to Rocky Miavia. That was obviously the most mature of all of your personas. Honestly, calling me a queen? Is that the best you’ve got Dwayne? Are we back in the fifth grade suddenly? What’s wrong with you? I mean honestly. I’ve watched your work. You basically go around calling everyone else gay, and then say that you’re going to “hide a strudel” up my ass? You have an odd obsession with male ass, don’t you Rocky? But I’m going to give you a little help right now, Dwayne. And inform you that it’s twenty thirteen. Gay marriage is being legalized all across the country. Homosexuals are being given the very same rights as the rest of us. So what’s holding you back, Schlong? I know you’re watching this right now, all crammed into that closet. So listen to me Dwayne. I want you to listen closely ...

Shawn, the look of genuine concern on his face almost touching to the viewer, leans into the camera, speaking softly, almost as if he’s speaking directly to The Schlong.

Shawn Steele: It’s okay, Dwayne. It’s okay. We’re all friends here. We .. the X-treme Wrestling Federation .. we’re your family Dwayne. And we love you. And we’ll continue to love you, no matter who you love. So go on Dwayne. I want you to reach out .. right now, just reach out and grasp that handle. I want you to grab that closet door handle, grip it like you grip Crimson Dong’s ... just grip it. Grab that handle Dwayne, and twist. Twist that handle and throw that closet door open! Open it wide Dwayne. Throw that closet door wide open and step out into the world! And I want you to say it Dwayne. I want you to say it right now. Say it loud Dwayne! I want you to just jump out of that closet, cock that eyebrow and scream it from the proverbial mountaintop! I’m Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, I’m here, I’m queer and I’m faabbbbulouuussss!!! C’mon Dwayne. We’re all friends. We’ll support you, no matter. So enough of this beating around the bush. Enough of “The Schlong and Dong” connection. Enough of your homoerotic rub downs with clearly closeted A list movie stars. Stop lying to yourself Dwayne. Your life would be so much happier if you just stopped living that lie. I really hope you heed my advice, Dwayne. You’ll be so much happier when you’re being true to yourself. Hell, maybe with that weight off your shoulders you’d actually stand a chance at winning the Rumble tomorrow night. Because right now, when you step into that ring, you’re going to get pounde... you’re going to get hammere... you’re going to get slamme... Um.. you’re going to lose. Yeah, let’s stick with that. Lose. You’re going to lose this Rumble Dewayne. But for your sake, I hope you get the courage to be yourself. Good luck Rocky, you big ball of gayness.

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Shawn turns around to face the Barclays Center again before beginning to walk away the camera, the scene beginning to fade out.

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