Originally founded on December 2nd, 2000 - The Black Circle has known many forms, contained many members, and spanned many companies... but tomorrow it turns LUCKY THIRTEEN!

Let's start the party tonight and give celebration in honor of the most powerful organization in all of wrestling history!



The scene opens at Shane 's mansion. Random women and a few men are all dancing and partying inside and outside. There are tables lined up with food and snacks, there are drugs being passed around, and there's rumor of a live sacrifice taking place tomorrow to celebrate the actual birthday of the Black Circle.

Shane looks into a sea of people and grabs a megaphone. He yells into it.

: Let us eat, drink and be merry! Tomorrow is not only the birthday of the Black Circle, but it's also MY BIRTHDAY!

Shane throws the megaphone and starts fist pumping to a Basshunter song.

Wait... who is that in the crowd of people?

Oh shit... who is that just arriving to the scene?

Smoke waltzes through the crowd, wearing an eye-patch similar to Shane's - like the asshole he is. He sees that Shane appears to be a little carried away with this whole birthday shindig.

Perfect. Maybe he won't see me.

Yet.

I heard party so I came in only my C-string and nipple tassles and brought my portable Stripper pole if you fellas don't mind a little entertainment?

John Austin is walking around with the United States title draped over his shoulder. He starts to partake in the festivities and asks a random individual a question..

Did I hear right? a live sacrifice is going to be taking place?? now it is a party!!!

(12-01-2013, 04:43 PM)John Austin Said: John Austin is walking around with the United States title draped over his shoulder. He starts to partake in the festivities and asks a random individual a question..

Did I hear right? a live sacrifice is going to be taking place?? now it is a party!!!

It turns out to be none other than GREGGO! He smiles and licks his lips, moving a little closer to John Austin and rubbing that United States title.

Greggo: Mmm, well howdeh. The name's Greggo... and you're right about what you heard. There's going to be a live sacrifice tomorrow in honor of The Black Circle and Shane . It's been a while since the Circle gave an offering to 'the father' but tomorrow will not disappoint!

Greggo rubs the title again and then leans in to sniff it, reaching around and surprising John Austin with a butt squeeze while he sniffs his gold.

John quickly moves out of Greggo's squeeze and laughs out of shock and maybe a little embarrassment.

Whoa now Greggo! ...you are a alright dude in my book but I don't swing that way...at least not anymore errr...ummmm, so yeah a live sacrifice huh? well I will take great pleasure in watching that...now if you will excuse me....

John quickly walks through the crowd to get away from Greggo haha

Smoke overhears them talking about a beheading, and decides to get as far away from GREGGO as goddamn possible. A waitress walks up to him asking if he wants some marijuana. When he says no, she winks at him an hands him a bag of cocaine. He shakes his head to dispel the confusion, continuing through the crowd, surprised no one had actually noticed him yet.

Maybe this eye-patch is a better disguise than I had thought.

That's a good thing too. I don't want my plan to be spoiled at all...

Hey! Everybody! Smoke Man is here!

Gavin announces it to the room..and then whispers..

That eye patch looks fucking stupid on you. Just saying.

(12-01-2013, 05:00 PM)Gavin Graves Said: Hey! Everybody! Smoke Man is here!

Gavin announces it to the room..and then whispers..

That eye patch looks fucking stupid on you. Just saying.

Smoke goes right up to Gavin's face. There's probably not even an inch in between their noses right now. Smoke whispers even more quiet than Gavin had.

Did I mention that haircut looks fucking stupid on you, too?

Just sayin'.

Hey I'm not the one trying to emulate someone of obvious greatness...

If you're gonna do it do it right..Hand me that fuckin eye patch.

(12-01-2013, 05:06 PM)Gavin Graves Said: Hey I'm not the one trying to emulate someone of obvious greatness...

If you're gonna do it do it right..Hand me that fuckin eye patch.

Smoke shoves his thumb into Gavin's eye, so much so that a small squelching can be heard.

Oop, guess you need the eye-patch more than me now!

Smoke disrespectfully throws Gavin the eye-patch and walks off, digging another one from out his pocket and slipping it on.

Gavin slips the eye patch on and smiling. Then he looks around to see who's surrounding him.

Smoke Man's a fuckin dick...Am I right?!

Theo Pryce shows up wearing his crown and only his crown, while carrying a scepter that has a gold molding of Theo's face adorned at the top.


"Someone said party and strippers. The King has arrived. Let's get this shit started. Where the fuck is Luca? I heard there were going to be rails of coke.

Gavin still has the eye patch on his face, looking kind of stupid. He doesn't care though.

He probably did those on the limo ride over hear...Hope he didn't over dose like River Phoenix.

That would be tragic.

River Phoenix wasn't doing it right. Luca is only sober when he's high.

Very true..

So where dem bitchez at!?

"Well you~ are, the only exception!"

Doing his best Hayley Williams impression (which surprisingly isn't that terrible. Still terrible, just not that terrible) Luca stumbles through the room before finding Theo and whoever the fuck was talking with him.

"Hey yo, Tay-Oh! How's it hanging?"

Laughing, he puts an arm around Theo's shoulder and looks over to Gavin Graves.

"This might seem rude, because it is, but who the fuck are you?"

Gavin flips the eye patch up and the motherfucker is STILL smiling like a jackass.

I enjoy rudeness. In fact, that's a trait that I find myself having..But I'm Gavin Graves.

New to the roster, but I know where the party's at..obviously.

He then finds himself at a loss for words..

Smoke Man is here.. He was mocking Shane. And for some strange-ass reason he has a pocket full of eye patches

Well the way I see it, which, is kinda blurry on account of the 12 shots of 151 I did on the way here but I figured, Jenna Silver will be here and she's been all about getting on my hang down lately so If I showed up naked it would save me a few minutes of her having to take my clothes off.

Hell of a mentor that John Madison. Speaking of, where is that skinny whore anyway?

SEX, along with a crowd of supporters are seen outside the Black Circle's party, but they do not enter. Instead they stay outside and begin a protest. A protest against all the drugs and alcohol being consumed at this party.


Crowd: FUCK NO! WE WON'T GO! FUCK NO! WE WON'T GO!

Peter Gilmour rolls up in a Rolls Royce. He steps out of the car with his Xtreme Title (which looks way better than the one he originally had)

Peter looks around and shakes his head...

"I throw better parties than this."

Peter grabs a megaphone and turns it on.

"SUCK MY DICK BITCHES!"

The crowd turns around and cheer for Gilmour then start to leave.

Peter: I still got it. FUCK THE BLACK CIRCLE JERKS!

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

P.T. "Fatback" Filmour busts up in the party with goddamn STYLE! He grabs a snack tray and eats it whole before looking at Peter.

"DON'T YOU LEAVE MOTHER FUCKER! COME GET YOUR FATBACK! GONNA' GET UP IN YA' PETE!"

Peter looks at this fat fuck approaching him and laughs..

"Nice disguise Maddy."

Peter leaves the party with his Xtreme Title in tow flipping everybody off

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

Shane sees Peter leaving and gets upset!

: I'm upset!

See? Shane takes a potato out of his pocket.

: Hey champ! You forgot something!

Shane launches the potato like he's making a touchdown pass from a mile away. Gilmour has already exited the driveway and is walking along the sidewalk in front of the house on the other side of the fence. The potato flies all the way out of Shane's immediate back yard, over the first fence, over several acres of land, over that second fence and MISSES Peter!

: Dammit!

But that's because it went through Peter's car windshield!

: Excellent!

P.T. eyeballs Shane.

Fatback: Can I have some potatoes?

Peter sees his windshield is cracked and goes into a rage..

Peter: SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

Peter returns to Shane's house to beat his potato loving ass

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

P.T. whispers to Peter.

Fatback: Hey...hey...heyheyhey...

He smiles and tips his fedora.

Fatback: Imma get up in ya'.

Shane stands up on a table.

: The time draws near! The time of sacrifice!

Shane starts fist pumping to a Basshunter song. This time it's "Boten Anna" playing.

Several muscular black men burst through a door coming from a lower level or basement of the mansion. They are dragging a woman with them!

: Behold! The sacrifice tonight is a juicy one!

The men throw the woman down on top of a large stone slab. The blonde woman looks familiar...

OH SHIT!

IT'S LIZ WEINBERG!

Shane smiles and takes a glass of champaign. He holds it in the air.

: Drink your bubbly, my friends and family... because the next thing we drink is her blood!

Everyone cheers and drinks, throwing their glasses down and shattering them after. Shane looks at the helpless, beaten, bruised, sweaty, piss covered Liz Weinberg and smiles.

: Thanks for your time with the company, Liz. You've served me well. You even played a major role in my company "Barely Legal Wrestling" that most people don't know I ran for a short time and was your first official job in wrestling. Remember those days, Liz?

Liz has tears in her eyes and has a potato gag stuffed into her mouth and strapped around her head. Shane rubs the potato for good luck as she tries talking through it but only muffled moans and grunts come through.

: If anyone has anything they want to say to Liz before the big moment, I'd suggest doing so now. You won't have a chance tomorrow.

Steve Sayors is seen in the crowd of people and has a SMILE on his face!?

Sayors: I always knew I'd end up becoming the top dog around here. No more competition from Liz Weinberg using whore tactics to get more stories than me!

Shane looks shocked to hear such talk from Steve Sayors.

: My goodness, Steve! Who lit a fire under your balls? All this means is more people are going to be lining up to smack you around! In fact, let's start now!

Shane slaps Steve across the face and watches as Greggo tackles Steve to the ground, humping him furiously as Steve cries for help.

: What a great night it's been! What a birthday celebration! WHOOOOOOOO!

Well I think with Liz clearly being a Jew that it only fair that our buddy NAZI be the one to put an end to her. What do you say Shane?

NO!!! NOT LIZZY!!!

As we see a sacrifice happening on Liz, we see that the lights of the mansion turns off and someone says...


"We Got Liz..and her heels..and some gin."


And the lights come back on and the guests continues to party in Shane's mansion.

u cant have a sacrifice without sebastian duke

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

(12-02-2013, 03:15 PM)Shane "The Big Potato" <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> Said: Shane stands up on a table.

: The time draws near! The time of sacrifice!

Shane starts fist pumping to a Basshunter song. This time it's "Boten Anna" playing.

Several muscular black men burst through a door coming from a lower level or basement of the mansion. They are dragging a woman with them!

: Behold! The sacrifice tonight is a juicy one!

The men throw the woman down on top of a large stone slab. The blonde woman looks familiar...

OH SHIT!

IT'S LIZ WEINBERG!

Shane smiles and takes a glass of champaign. He holds it in the air.

: Drink your bubbly, my friends and family... because the next thing we drink is her blood!

Everyone cheers and drinks, throwing their glasses down and shattering them after. Shane looks at the helpless, beaten, bruised, sweaty, piss covered Liz Weinberg and smiles.

: Thanks for your time with the company, Liz. You've served me well. You even played a major role in my company "Barely Legal Wrestling" that most people don't know I ran for a short time and was your first official job in wrestling. Remember those days, Liz?

Liz has tears in her eyes and has a potato gag stuffed into her mouth and strapped around her head. Shane rubs the potato for good luck as she tries talking through it but only muffled moans and grunts come through.

: If anyone has anything they want to say to Liz before the big moment, I'd suggest doing so now. You won't have a chance tomorrow.

Steve Sayors is seen in the crowd of people and has a SMILE on his face!?

Sayors: I always knew I'd end up becoming the top dog around here. No more competition from Liz Weinberg using whore tactics to get more stories than me!

Shane looks shocked to hear such talk from Steve Sayors.

: My goodness, Steve! Who lit a fire under your balls? All this means is more people are going to be lining up to smack you around! In fact, let's start now!

Shane slaps Steve across the face and watches as Greggo tackles Steve to the ground, humping him furiously as Steve cries for help.

: What a great night it's been! What a birthday celebration! WHOOOOOOOO!

Shane grabs Liz Weinberg's arm and shoves her into a tall cabinet. He shuts the cabinet and spins it around a few times.

: Behold! You CAN get blood from a potato!

Smoke starts to rise up from under the cabinet as Shane throws the doors open and... IT'S A POTATO! Liz Weinberg has turned into a potato!

Shane takes a straw, sticks it into the potato and holds a glass under the other end of the straw. Red liquid starts to fill the glass!

Everyone looks around for a second but just goes along with it. Shane fills up his glass and lets the next person in line fill theirs, etc, and etc... and somehow the blood never runs out! Shane takes a torch and lights the bottom of the cabinet on fire with the potato in it.

: Now you burn... for the father! Your essence will fill our lungs while your vital life juices flow down our throats!

Shane raises his glass high as everyone joins him. People start dancing around and throwing torches, causing more small fires to be set but Greggo is running around with a fire extinguisher to make sure they don't get out of control... but there's only one Greggo. (even if he does have 2 dicks)

The party is now really kicking, and it seems like the whole mansion could burn down. And knowing (and everyone else), it probably will.

And it appears that it may have already started, as a fire alarm can be heard blaring off to one corner of the room. People are stirred by the commotion, and they see smoke seeping out of one of the bathrooms, which Luca runs out of, followed by two waitresses, who were almost entirely naked.

GREGGO runs over with his fire extinguisher in an effort to tame the fire.

With so many people distracted, now is the time to strike.

Smoke, entirely dressed in garb similar to that of , is able to hit Shane on the neck, at just the right spot to knock him out cold. Smoke grabs Shane and runs off with him in his arms. A few people notice him running away, and a few more give chase.

But they are too slow, as Smoke is able to slip away from them, and now he is somewhere in the hallways of the large mansion.

With the leader of the Black Circle in his arms.

Smoke Man, carrying Shane down the hallway, comes to a dead stop. The 6 foot 8 tower of power that wears a crown that means absolutely nothing stands in his way. Sebastian Duke, complete with an eye patch, slaps , waking him from his unintended slumber.

Sorry I'm late.


As they say, once Black Circle, always Black Circle...


That is a thing, right?

Smoke looks up at Duke and sighs. He puts down Shane, who is reeling from both the blackout and the slap, and puts his hands on his hips, shrugging.

I suppose so. I'm surprised you found me even after no one else could.

Smoke doesn't seem to have wavered one bit, and actually appears pretty confident, despite facing the considerably greater foe.

Sebastian Duke, blood enemy of the Black Circle, saves Shane ?


Are you serious? I see everything. You think being the King of Darkness and lurking in shadows and whatnot is some kind of joke?


Smoke shrugs.


Relax. I'm just here for the booze.


Duke walks away. Where he's headed is anyones guess.

Smoke watches Duke go, quite surprised at how he had acted: a one-time enemy of the Black Circle passing up a chance to fuck up Shane 's day. But instead walking off at the slightest hint of beer and booze. Smoke probably would have said that, if Duke hadn't disappeared by the time it crossed his mind.

Smoke shakes his head, and bends over .

Now where were we?

Smoke slaps over the back of the head, not quite remembering that the codger is actually awake now.

Er, right, let's get moving then.

Smoke picks up Shane and begins to hurry down the hallway once again, leaving to do what he was trying to do in the first place, hoping Shane wouldn't recover before he could.

Smoke continues to hurry down a hallway. They round a corner and walks right into Sebastian Duke. Smoke bumps into and staggers backward. loses his balance and lands on his ass. He looks up at Duke and then at Smoke Man, then back at Duke.

Smoke Man looks on, slightly confused. He knows damn well Duke walked by him earlier in the opposite direction.


But you were just...

I know.

And now you're...

I know.


Duke steps over , causing Smoke to back up a step. Then, Duke places his right hand on Smoke's left shoulder.


I think, what you're missing here...


Duke slams Smoke Man head first into the wall, knocking him out.


...is consciousness.


Duke, still with the eye patch, looks down at . And extends his hand...