Welcome to Gaia! ::

* as victor enters the ring, no music is played but not saying a word he just enters the ring*

" moore moore moore....on you can hit me or money as many times as you want out of the ring, but as long as you hit us in a match, its extremly personal. i sent chaz back to brazil because i dont think its safe enough for him to be with me or momney with a "mooreon" with a steel chair walking around hitting whoever he thinks would be an easy target. but you forgot one tihng, hunting isnt a target range moore, the bears attack back, and no matter how manytimes you beg and plead they rmeeber that one bullet you peirced in there skin and will be after you until you ar enothing more then a mere bloody carcass lieing there on the floor, your spirit realizeing you should have let that animal be...

* he sits down on a steel chair*

obviousy you are some sort of cave man to think what i am sitting on here is a weapon of mass distruction.....hell, i htink you are a caveman who was frozen for thousands of years and your brain just hasnt defrosted yet. This is very personal Moore, and we will settle this NEXT MADNESS!

If you want pain then you came to the right person...the KING of pain.\
*he leaves the ring slowly looking at the qaudience*

*MY FIRST PROMO HERE*

*The BarTron comes to life showing No other then Bryan Kutterman sitting in a chair near A fireplace drinking wisky as he Begins to Speak*

"Last Night i fooled everone in the BTWF...Hell I think I fooled blade himself....Now everone thought I was recovering in the Bartown Genral but 2 hours befor madness I mugged a gaurd of hes Keys and drove off to the Bartown center and beat the hell out of Rocky...""'

"Now i heard what Rocky said and i hav to say one thing....You lost get over it, dont blame me or blade you lost one your own, and I did more damge on Twist then you...I mean i stoped him in fricken mid-air with my bat and performed the mash slam and he still one...And you blamed me because i got pinned? Where were you?? Ill tell you....YOU WHERE GETTING YOUR a** KICKED BY THE "TALENTLESS" RAY KAGE HA HA HA!!!" *Laugh to himself for awile and starts to talk again*

"Speaking if Kage he had the guts to call himself "God".. Kage I know bits and parts of the holy book and god didnt call himself god because he stood in the ring for a split second...Hell I stood in the ring longer then you and I dont call myself god!!! Now Kage hoow can you call yourself god?? YESTERDAY YOU JUMPED A SMALL FRY!! What the hell anyone can beat a small fry!! Hell the crippled TT can take one down!! You must fell great about yourself...And I wont even call yourself god..Why you see god fights like a man he dosent jump someone from behind so Kage be a man and fight like one to"

"Now back to Rocky...You Said you felt gold in your hands....You said you could taste the gold...Now I have felt The gold many times in diffrent feds and you know...Im going to show it right now...The Destins Vs The Kutterman BROZ role the clip"

*The BarTron Flashes showing two men laying lifeless in the middle of the ring crawling to there cornes...Both me tag in as a smaller male starts wailing away at a man with aan open T shirt the smaller man knocks him back and stunds him and runs to the Turnbuckle and waits for him to face him..He dose.............DRAGONCONRANA PIN!!! ONE-TWO...THR....NO!!! Hes tag partner brakes the count!!! After brakening the pin and starts to stomp on him until Bryan charges out of hes corner and stars knocingg Back to hes corner as the ref sends him back as he lies in hes corner not moving....Bryans ;artner pulls him in the middle of the ring an tags in Bryan and pounts up in the sky.........Bryan nods and gose to the top rope and yells "OOOOOOOOOOO YEAH" the crowed starts to cheer like crazy and performs.........THE SAVAGE ELBOW DROP!!! The Bryan gets up and points up in the sky and hes partner climbs on the top rope as he Puts the downed Destin Bro and puts him on hes shulders, looks like a doom days divice.......NO INSTEAD BRYAN GRABS THE DESTIN TIGHTS RAISING HIM UP HIGHER AND HES PARTNER PERFORMS A MISSLE DROP KICK RIGHT IN HES CHEST SENDING BOTH MEN FALLING BACK.....But Bryan dosent let go...INSTEAD HE DOSE A ROLL UP PIN ONE....TWO....THREE DING DING DING!!! The Ref raises the Kutterman BROZ hands as there handed the tag belts as they celeabrate in the ring as the destin walk the walk of shame into the back.... *The BarTron shows Kutterman Smiling as the BarTon fades to black

*The Bartron flickers a bit with light, then a fuzzy screen goes off. Muffled words are heard within the fuzzy screen, but non can be made out to clearly. After the fuzziness goes away, the BarTron shows Big Daddy, but he's sideways, as if the camera was tilted to the left. The camera gets put back the way it should be and everything looks to be right side up again. Big Daddy is seen sitting in a chair which looks to be a black leather chair. The camera is moved back to focus Big Daddy even more, as well as the backround behind him. It shows nothing more than a common living room. A black tv is seen in the right corner, a beige wall behind the chair which holds a picture of Big Daddy in a tuxedo, and a coffee table to the left of Big Daddy's chair.*

I sure hope you had a good look around. I don't bother putting all my valuable wrestling memorbillia in the living room, let alone upstairs at all. I keep it away from the people, since I don't want grubby little hands like yours (he points to the direction of the camera and the tone n his voice gets angrier while saying this) stealing MY hard earned valuables. (Big Daddy's finger is lowered and the tone in his voice goes down) I mean, it wasn't easy beating someone night in and night out and earning my keep. I'm not gonna let some nosey guest ruin that for me. But I'm getting a little off topic, I didn't pay you ten bucks (mumbles this word) *Canadian* to film this for me and look at my house.......well, now that you think of it, come with me junior.

Big Daddy gets out from his seat and stands up. He stretches his legs a bit and walks to the left of the screen. The camera man follows him closely as they head down a hall with a white carpet and more beige walls. The left wall has a white door on it, but it is left behind, as is a white door on the right wall. The door to the outside is then shown. A big, brown door is shown with a window that is up about 6 feet off the ground. Big Daddy opens the door to reveil the outside, a cloudy day with green grass on the lawn and a paved walkway to the sidewalk. Big Daddy again turns to the left and continues on, with the cameraman close by. When Big Daddy stops, they are in front of a large garage with a red door. Big Daddy pulls a remote control out of his pocket and pushes a button on it. The door seems to open on its own, making the noises of chains pulling the door. As the door fully opens, the room inside the garage looks to be dark as night. Big Daddy walks in with no care, and the camera man follows. The camera man then hits something and a chain is heard, as if someone was rattling it.*

Hit something there? Allow me to show you what you hit.

*A light flashes on, and five chains are hanging down from the ceiling. All of them seem to be carrying a certain weapon on them as well.*

Don't these look familiar? I mean, it is what the GoE is supposed to look like, correct? Weapons hanging down from chains that hang off the ceiling. A malicious contraption that is. Weapons that are available for beating your opponent into the ground. I sure hope that ceertain people know what they are getting into at this time, isn't that right Shady? Darson? Punisher? You think I'm a hardass with in ring skill and that I tend to shy away from weapons? That's true, I do prefer to beat you with skill, but the weapons will unleash someone I am not, a true monster in the ring. I combine the cheap tactics with the weapons along with my in ring skills, making a deadly combination. Try me for size, I dare you or anyone else who's willing to qualify for the title. If that's not proof enough for you, how about what you're gonna see at Madness?

*Big Daddy takes a weapon off the chain the camera man knocked into. He unties it and he shows a slegdehammer*

I know these look a lot like a certain "minor league wrestler" favourite weapon, but it is more than that. For you see, it drives pegs into the ground, just like what I'm going to do with poor Maxwell. His career is already down the drain, but he seems to resurface. Rather than use the plunger, why not beat him down true whack a mole style? I'll see fit to pull the sledgehammer out and use it quite freely, but it doesn't end there.

*A second chain is went over to and brass knucks are taken off from the chain. Big Daddy looks down at the knucks at puts them on his right hand, then laughs down at it.*

Why not, eh? Use something that no one will notice. Using a regular punch to the skull of my opponent will teach them a fact or two. I just don't feel it would work to its full potential.

*The knucks are taken off Big Daddy's hand and thrown down to the ground. A thrid chain is shown, holding a lead pipe. It's unwrapped from the chain and held in Big Daddy's hands.*

A nice choice of weapons don't you think? It will truly make people believe I killed my opponent in the wrestling ring with the lead pipe. A nice analogy to go by, for it's all but true. Maxwell's career will be nothing more than killed after being beaten with weapon such as this, but I still feel there is better weapons to use.

*The pipe is then dropped and the clang is heard throughout the room. A fourth chain is approached. It seems to hold a common weapon fonud in nearly every match, a steel folding chair. Big Daddy then unwraps the chain off of it and holds the chair in his hands.*

To think I've had so many chance to make this useful, but yet I've just used it for a different purpose. Many have been used on me but it is an odd sight to see me wield on and smack someone with it. Madenss will be a different story. I've had many chances to vent my anger on Maxwell, and the month of having him out of the BTWF has made that grow high, but yet, I still don't see that being the ultimate weapon.

*The chair is then dropped onto the ground and the clank of steel to the ground is heard yet again. Big Daddy approaches the fifth and final chain and the camera man realizes there is nothing on the chain. Big Daddy yanks it down from the ceiling and drapes it around the back of his neck. He then holds the two ends in each hand.*

Yes, this should do just perfectly, the chain itself. A weapon that can whip someone, bludgeon someone, choke the life out of someone, a complete versitile tool. I'll be using this quite well on Maxwell, as I am no stranger to the chain or to any way the chain can be used, let alone any of these weapons. But what are all these weapons doing here anyways? I thought I'd give a little sneak peak as to what the GoE will be like for those who dare to enter. But for you poor Maxwell, I'll have one special surprise for you. No one will see it coming, nor will anyone expect it. Even the greatest stars of backyard wrestling will have their jaws dropped at what is to come.

So what do you think now Maxwell? You want to face this side of Big Daddy, or is the new and improved "HBK" from jail supposed to scare me? Bring any game you got, I could care less if it's the A game, the B game, C game, or even all of the games that are in existance, there is no possible way I'll let you survive the this.

If you think the GoE will stop me from going easy on you, your'e dead wrong. I go easy on no one, let alone someone who claims jail toughens you up. It softened you up for the beating that you waiting to get from the one they call Big Daddy.....Daddy-O!!!

*With this, Big Daddy takes the camera right out of the camera man's hands and waves him off. Big Daddy looks down at the camera into the lense, smirks, then turns off the power as the screen of the BarTron turns.....

.....Pitch Black*

*The BarTron slowly comes to life as Steve Twist is shown walking out on the beach. He is walking through the sand just off of where the tide is breaking. The sun is setting in the distance as the shoeless Steve continues walking, his cameraman Chang Lo walking slowly backwards in front of him to get a good shot of Steve. Steve is in a pair of khaki shorts and a plain white T-shirt, the Gaia Championship is across his shoulder. He has his hands in his pockets and seems obsessed with the sun that looks as though it is making its descent into the water. Steve sighs as he looks away from it and continues walking on what is a surprisingly empty beach. Steve doesn’t mind one bit though as he stops abruptly and pulls out a coin from his pocket. He flips it into the air and catches it on the way down; he puts the back of his hand up but doesn’t set it on it. Instead he puts it back in his pocket and begins to speak…*

It seems that no one can go face to face with me anymore. Rocky and Punisher are both whining and complaining backstage about how, “Well I did this to Steve and should have won blah blah blah.” Well all I have to say to that is it is a bunch of grade A bullshit! If you want a piece of me so bad and think you can beat me then come out to the ring and do it. Don’t whine behind my back, talk s**t about me because YOU can’t get the job done. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of all the talk and I’m ready for some action. Unfortunately it seems that I found it in the worst and most unlikely of places. But I’ll get to that in a minute. I’m not finished with Rocky and Punisher. They want to say they hit me with the “Avalanche” and the “Mash Slam” and that would somehow finish me off if someone hadn’t have come in and interrupted the count. No, those may have hurt me a bit but I’m not going to get beat by the likes of either of you. I always have a plan to come out on top and unfortunately for you that plan worked. I deliberately targeted the neck of Punisher. I intentionally let him think he had me beat just before I struck with you and Kage still out on the floor Rocky. And I calculatingly managed to make it so only I and Punisher were left in the ring so I could pick up the easy victory. Don’t fool yourselves into thinking you ever had a chance at winning this Gaia Championship because you didn’t.

Now onto someone who thinks he is the greatest thing alive because he attacked Xunkai backstage while Xunkai was infatuated with the Small Fry Championship match that was taking place Tuesday, where HIS Small Fry Championship was being defended by Mr. oh so lucky McLaren. Now I’m not taking anything away from Chris because he really is a gifted athlete but it doesn’t matter because Xunkai will be taking something away from Chris for me. He will be taking back the Small Fry Championship that is rightfully his this coming Tuesday night on Madness. The man I’m talking about is of course, Raymond “Can’t quite cut it” Kage. Kage, do you think that this is something clever, that by doing this you are proving something to me? Well you would be right then. You are proving to me, without a shadow of a doubt, that you are what we like to call, the biggest chicken s**t alive in this business today. That’s right Kage you have the tenacity to come out on my show on Madness yet you can’t even confront me. You instead stay near the entrance ramp for a quick get away while you throw Xunkai off the stage after you attacked him from behind in the backstage area. When I called you back out all I got was silence. I chased you backstage and all I got was you driving off into the distance. Kage I’m always, and I mean always ready for a fight but you don’t seem to want to mess with me. You don’t want to fight me especially when I’m as livid as I was Tuesday because you know that I’m a lot tougher then I’m given credit for. I put Punisher through a table at fadetoblack with a damn Dragon Suplex. I’ve been thrown off ladders, thrown through tables, hit with sledgehammers, bloodied and bruised, battered and beaten, and hit with so many chair shots a normal person would probably be decapitated by them. But I keep fighting on. I keep giving it my all, blood, sweat, tears. You can maim me, hell you can try and kill me BUT I promise you this. You will not keep me down as long as I’m still breathing Kage. So if you manage to beat Rocky this Tuesday night you better watch your front because I don’t hit people from behind, I do it to their faces…

*With that Steve takes the coin back out from his pocket and throws it into the air. As the coin comes back down Steve grabs it in the air. Steve then quickly throws it far out into the lake he is walking by, spitting on the ground afterwards. He then turns back to the camera with hate in his eyes.*

You see that coin Kage!? Well guess what. The same damn thing is going to happen to you whether you win Tuesday night or not. You say you don’t know what I mean. Well let me make it very clear to you Kage. Just like that coin Raymond Kage is going to be sleeping with the fishes.

The deities of the skies control my weather but all their power combined cannot tame my fury…

A Storm is Brewing!

*Steve turns his head and watches as the sun goes below the horizon turning day into night. The only thing that Steve wishes it would do now is make his anger go away but if there is anything that can do that it will be when Steve finally takes it out on Ray. Steve turns back to the camera again and writes something in the moist sand near his feet. Without another word Steve walks off in the opposite direction he was going, leaving Chang Lo standing there wondering what he wrote. Before long Chang points the camera down at the ground and it is revealed. The BarTron shows nothing more then: 8/31/04 as the scene fades to nothingness.*

*The Bartron flickers to life and it shows Xunkai in the hospital he has bandages on his head, arms, and legs*

Doctor: He took quite a beating, and if that wasn’t bad enough he took quite a few shocks from what I see.

*Xunkai starts to stir and sits himself up on the backboard of the bed*

Doctor: Oh your awake well there is a camera man here for you.

Xunkai: Thanks.

*The doctor leaves and the camera man hands Xunkai a mic and gets ready*

Well Kage you attack me from behind, you beat me over the head, you busted me open. Then after that you threw me down onto some electrical equipment. You think its over well its not. You better watch yourself because I will get back at you no matter what I will and I don’t attack from just one side I attack from any direction so you better watch yourself when I get back because for all you know is I could be waiting any where for you to stupidly walk into and when you do you will regret attacking me.

Now then on to different matters. Chris Mclaren your days are numbered you never beat me one on one and I’m still waiting for you to prove that you are worth of the Small Fry championship. I will take you down no matter what I have to do. I am the rightful owner of the Small Fry Championship and if you think different………PROVE ME WRONG! Chris next Madness when we get in that ring I want you to know I have some new tricks up my sleeve that your going to hate when I test them out on you. Also I want to say one last thing to you Chris………good luck your going to need it.

*With that being done Xunkai hands the mic back to the camera man and the Bartron fades and then cuts the picture of Xunkai off returning to its idle state*

*All Across The Nation suddenly rips through the Barton Town Arena. Most of the crowd starts with their cheers, pretty sure of who will walk out from behind those curtains.Noneother than the energetic cruiserweight, Irvine 'The Grand' Kanyon walks out from the back. With a satisfied grin from last Madness, he walks down the ramp, giving high-fives and such to the crowd. When he reaches the ring, he does a quick jog in the same place before hoping onto the canvas. When he does, yellow pyrotechnics shoot out from the four turnbuckles. When in the ring, he walks to the middle of the ring and takes a clear scan of the crowd. It was obvious that the crowd had taken him to their liking and they expressed that more by cheering for him now. With that smirk still on, Kanyon walks over to the far end of the ring and asks for a microphone. Not long after, he is thrown one and he does a little pace of the ring before standing ground in the middle.*

Well. It is as clear as ever that myself and Seraph are the best damn tag team in the BTWF, today! Oh, its true. We showed that against Hell and Fox. Or the remaints of what was the DoS back then. We pretty much had that match in the bag. If the competiters from the Gauntlet were not to show, it was obvious that we would have got the easy pin. But hey, I'm not complaining. Now next. The Gauntlet for F2B. That was the first PPV event for the both of us. And baby, we hit Barton Town with a bang! We just showed everyone of you and all those teams back stage that we are one hell of a competitive tag team. Then we highlighted our talent once again at Madness! We beat the veteran and one of the best tag teams in the federation!

*He pauses slightly after saying that. The crowd responds with cheers for they -did- gather the pin. Others remained silent remembering that Moore got himself involved. Kanyon lets out another quick grin, obviously liking the crowd's response before bringing the mic. up again.*

And let me just ask you this. Do you really think we would lower down our talent so that the retarded TT hating club of Demon and Shady could easily gather the pin? Not sure about the answer? Well, I'll make it nice and clear: Hell, no! I mean, c'mon. They don't stand a chance. Sure, Shady is a former Small Fry champ and a former Tag champ and Demon is a huge powerhouse. But hey, we will size them down. We are just too much of an explosive tag team for that TT Hating Club to handle. We will bring them down, dropkick after Dropkick. Lionsault after Lionsault. Final Heaven after Final Heaven. But hey, I'm not all talk. You will all see for yourself at Madness.

*Kanyon pauses once again, bringing down the mic. The crowd responds once again with cheers, making it clear that Kanyon and Seraph are a fan favourite to win against Shady and Demon. With a slight shrug, he begins again.*

Lastly, the current BTWF Tag Champions. We have Twilight Tokyo Rose. An amazing athelete. She uses her speed, power and technical skills to easily bring down any opponent. She is heading up the ladders of this federation, earning on the way. And her partner thanks to the gauntler, the giant of BTWF, Jack Frost. Well, what can I say for this guy. He is 390 pounds of brute power. His size is his talent and he knows it. Alone, these two atheles are great wrestlers. Worthy enough to hold titles. But...just not Tag Team titles. I'm not taking anything away from either of them, though. They won the guantlet and thus take home the titles. But really, I doubt their ability to work together as a tag team. That's where myself and Seraph come in. We are perfectly functional as a tag team. We know the ins and out's of working together. And thus, use that to our advantage. So, if we do get a title shot, not only can you expect it to be a hell of a match but you can expect that there will be NEW Tag Team champions!

Now, ain't -that- grand?
*With that wide grin, finishing of that phrase, Kanyon drops the mic. He then climbs up the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms up to be rearded by the cheers of the crowd. He then hops off and rolls out the ring using the bottom rope. Before, making his way to the back, he runs a quick lap around the ring, clapping the hands of a few BTWF fans. He then walks back up that ramp, with that same satisfied smirk he came in with.*

OOC: My turn for a promo, but before I do that, I got a suggestion for the mods; Split up the promos to TWO threads. One for Madness promos, the other for Neofighters promos. Now for my Madness promo....

IC

The crowd is talking amongst themselves after learning about Tarus getting a chance at the TV Title. The lights dimmed down to almost pitch blackness and the BarTron lit up, showing a way too familiar message, which was read out loud barely two seconds after it showed up on the BarTron. "So...are YOU afraid of the dark?" right after that Faint exploded over the PA system. The crowd's cheered roared through the stadium as they knew who was about to come out. A figure emerged at the top of the ramp, a familiar shaped title on his left shoulder. Right when the guitar hit the lights switched on, showing Makuta standing there, his title proudly draping off his left shoulder. Makuta glanced around the stadium before sprinting down the ramp, diving underneath the bottom rope and sliding across the mat as he reached the ring. He slowly stood up, looking all around the arena. He laughed and placed his title on one of the corner turnbuckles.

He went over to one side of the ring, getting a microphone tossed to him. He caught it with ease then went back to the center of the ring, grinning a bit more. The song slowly faded out, the crowd's cheers following a few seconds later. "So, turns out my buddy Tarus has to take on the Ghoul for his first match." the crowd laughed as Makuta made fun of Demon's name. "All I can say to Tarus is; don't take him lightly." the crowd roared it's approval, and agreement as Makuta lowered the microphone from his lips, waiting for the crowd to calm down before raising it back up to his lips again. "Anyway, off that subject now. Turns out I have to defend my title again at this upcoming Madness. Except this time it's against Ravena! I'm thinking, what the heck, Blade? Why is she getting a shot at MY title? Well, all I have to say to you, Ravena, is this; watch for The Darkness." the crowd murmured to themselves, wondering if maybe this was a new move that Makuta was going to crank out. "Yes, Ravena may have beaten her former friend, Worlock, at Fade to Black, but I have something he doesn't have." he said, tapping a finger against his head a few seconds after saying that. "Brains. Worlock is just a mindless brute that got beat by a girl."

The crowd's laughter filled the arena as Makuta made fun of Worlock. "But I guess I better not keep making fun of her, or else Blade might do something evil, like stick me in a handicap match against her and his guard dog, Frosty milkshake." the crowd burst out into laughter as they heard Jack Frost get made fun of. "Anyway, I better get some quick training in for Madness, or else Ravena might just get the better of me. So, until then, Fear The Darkness!" with that he threw the microphone back to the ring side technician, the arena falling into pitch blackness a few seconds later. Faint hit over the PA system again as the lights came back on, showing Makuta to have disappeared.