The New Beginning For All!

[Charles Windsor]

*The "Harris Arena" doors have been reopened. However, inside, everything looks different. Everything has been redone, and looks better than ever. New walls, new ceiling, new seats, new titantron, new entrance.......new everything. Backstage, everything looks different as well. There is a hallway filled with rooms. There are names of every superstar on a different door, showing that everyone gets their own, personalized(however you see fit) locker room. The fans have piled into the arena, and are on their feet. Tonight, they have all been allowed into the arena at no charge, so as you can imagine, the fans are excited, knowing they are getting to see a new era begin. As the fans are on their feet, a massive amount of pyro's shoot off in the arena.*

*Suddenly, as the pyro's stop, the huge titantron lights up*

*The fans are all confused as "Can't Tell Me Nothing" by Kanye West begins to play over the speakers. More pyro's shoot off, and then, he appears*

*The fans are all on their feet, seeing this new man come walking down the ring, with a huge smile on his face. He has a bottle of champaign in one hand, and a nice cigar in the other. The guy slaps a few hands as he walks down the ramp. He walks up to a very attractive lady and takes a microphone from her. He stands in the center of the ring, with a huge smile on his face. His music cuts out, and he stands there taking in the cheers from the fans*


New CEO: WELCOME TO THE INTERNATIONAL WRESTLING FEDERATION! LET'S WELCOME YOUR ANNOUNCERS!


*As he says this, fireworks shoot off all around the arena. Suddenly, above the titantron, a curtain lifts, and in huge letters you see "I.W.F".......The man in the center of the ring looks pleased with the fans reaction. From the back, MTMT and Jesse Ventura come walking out, dressed to impress. They take a seat at the announce booth and both put on their head sets.*


New CEO: First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Xavier Kash, but if you'd like, you can call me Mr. X.......I am the man who made all this happen. I am the man that walked into a dead federation, and offered a shit load of money to buy it. I am the man that watched a scumbag like Nicholas Tabor take a decent company and destroy it.......and I refused to let that happen. You see, I am a very, very wealthy man. I had enough money to buy the CWA/ICW from the Draven/Tabor family. Thats right, I said Draven/Tabor family. Just incase you didn't know, the Dravens and Tabors were all one family. Why did Nicholas Tabor buy the CWA so easily? It's because Nicholas Tabor was the son of the late, great, Timothy Draven. Anyone who knows Timothy Draven knows that the name "Draven" was his in ring name. Timothy Draven has so much success with it that he used it for all his business deals. He had a company called Draven Inc. but trust me, on all the paper work, it read Timothy Tabor. Nicholas Tabor was his son. Thats right, Timothy Draven had a daughter, and a son.


*The fans are all in shock at what they are hearing.*


Jesse Ventura: Hey Matt, did you know he had a son?


MTMT: Yeah, but he was shipped away to a private school. I hadn't seen him since he was a little kid.


Xavier Kash: But that is all in the past because you see, this building is now International Wrestling Federation property, and everything has changed. As you can see, the arena has been completely redone. Backstage has been redone, and if you could see the rest of the arena, you would see that it has all been redone. When I bought this place, I decided that it needed some cleaning up. I went out and fired some of the wasted talent. Guys who had been here for far too long, and never did anything. We needed to get rid of the dead weight, and we did. Now, we're looking towards the future......The CWA and the ICW are dead. The guys who were the champions, can go down in history as the last champion in that fed.......but here, in the IWF, it's a fresh start. We will still respect the accomplishments of the feds of yesterday. Feds like the WPWWF, FWF, XHW, EWCW, AWA, BWA, NAW, CWA, and ICW.......but, it's time to start a new era.......and while I know some are not happy about it, I can tell you this right now......in a couple of weeks, you're all going to be happy. Monday Night, April 3, 2008, IWF will have it's first show called IWF Revolution. At that show, every single IWF Superstar will be involved. You see, at IWF Revolution, there will be a tournament. A one night tournament. Who will face who? No one will know until that night.


*The fans are all shocked.*


MTMT: Wow, thats a huge announcement made by the new CEO.


Jesse Ventura: Well, I'm sure IWF Revolutions first show will be amazing.


Xavier Kash: It's going to go like this.......I am going to place everyone in some kind of tournament. How will it go down? How many rounds will there be? What stipulations will there be? I don't know. But, I can tell you this right now, by the end of the first IWF Revolution show on Monday Night, April 3rd, 2008, we will know who will be fighting at IWF I: New Beginnings in the main event match for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship, and we'll also know who will be fighting at IWF I: New Beginnings for the World Television Title.


MTMT: Did you hear that Jesse? Thats a huge announcement.


Jesse Ventura: Anyone has a chance.


Xavier Kash: So this message goes out to everyone in the back, and to anyone who is thinking about joining the IWF........right now is your time to shine. I'm offering you a golden opportunity. This is your chance to make a name for yourself. A chance to make the impact you've always wanted. So, Jonas Lee, Crazy Bill, Donzig, MJW, Alexis Morningstar, Croc, Chris James, Assassin, Jackson Kage, Mikkey, Baron, and whoever else is out there.......I suggest kicking it into over drive because you've got a huge chance to become the first IWF World Heavyweight Champion, or the first IWF World Television Champion. Don't let this chance pass you buy. From now until April 3rd, 2008, anyone can join the tournament. Anyone can make the impact of a lifetime and walk out of IWF I: New Beginnings as a champion. So my challenge to you all is this........impress me. Show me that you've got what it takes. There will not be any "favorites" in my federation. Everyone will be treated the same, and everyone will be given a chance. Show me you've got what it takes to make it. Don't let me down. Don't let these people down, and don't let yourselves down. The opportunity is right in front of you........what will you do with it?


*Before the new CEO can say anything, he is interrupted, but by who?*

[morningstar]

Alexis Morningstar: “Woah, Woah…”

The crowd went wild as a familiar face walked on to the screen. He looked quite different though; there was no fur coats, no sunglasses. It was obvious that Alexis had been informed of the event only hours before. His lengthy hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and he was in street clothes. The fans were slightly surprised, as the last time they had seen Alexis Morningstar; he was being wheeled out of Harris Arena on a stretcher after a brutal attack by the hands of Croc.

Alexis Morningstar: “The IWF aye….now has an owner…”

Alexis nodded as he stood on the stage with a smirk on his face. It was obvious that the man was here for a reason; but then again when didn’t he have a reason to open his mouth, he so loved the sound of his own voice.

Alexis Morningstar: “But as everything this concerned, I’m out here for one thing and one thing only; that’s to tell you that the TV Title is mine….I don’t care who the fuck is in that tournament. I don’t care who’s ass I have to destroy. Because Alexis Morningstar; will be the first TV Champion….Alexis Morningstar will be the first IWF Grand Slam Champion…It’s that simple. Xavier, you and I, we have a whole hell of a lot in common. All I’ve got to say to you is this…thank you…”

The crowd seemed a bit surprised as to Alexis’ reaction to the CWA being bought and shelved. They all know that Alexis had never really been a fan of the management in CWA, but it was his home; wasn’t it?

Alexis Morningstar: “Thank you for finally pulling that god damn plug. Thank you for dragging that piece of shit off of life support and injecting some cocaine into the system. It’s time to shine, and it’s my time to shine. You need anything, and I do mean anything…you know where to find me…”

Before Alexis could make his way down the ramp….

[Whitey Ford]

::The opening base line of "Phase" by Breaking Benjamin starts to play, and when the song breaks in with the guitars, Jacob Hasting walks out onto the stage. He's dressed in blue jeans and a black muscle shirt, revealing the large tribal tattoo's up and down his arm. And as always, Hasting does not look happy. With a pissed off glare in his eye and his lip curled in contempt, Jacob pauses for a moment before stepping right up to Alexis Morningstar, face to face. The fans cheer, anticipating a fight regardless of who they'd like to see win, and Hastings music cuts.::

MTMT: I don't like this Hasting guy. He looks like trouble to me.

::With a quick motion, faster than expected from a man his size, Jacob snatches the microphone away from Morningstar. Letting a dangerous smile creep over his face, Hasting speaks his first words in the IWF.::

Jacob Hasting: Listen to me, and listen closely, you ponytailed little fairy.

Jesse Ventura: Who does this guy think he is?

Jacob Hasting: I don't know who you are. I don't know where you come from. I don't know who you know, who you don't know, who you've beaten, or who's dick you sucked to get where you are today. To tell you the truth, I don't give a fuck either. All I want you to know is that I'm in that tournament. Which means pretty boys like you might as well stay in the locker rooms and watch from a safe distance.

::The fans are getting more into the segment, just wanting to see some violence after the long speech by the IWF owner. Hasting makes a motion with his hand towards Xavier.::

Jacob Hasting: And don't think that I don't know what your doing here, trying to get all lovey-dovey with the boss. Its either one of two things. Option one, your hoping he can give you a twenty if you give him a happy ending in the back. That way you can afford a bottle of cheap whiskey and some dollar menu bullshit. OR, option two...your trying to get every little advantage you can for this tournament. If the boss is on your side, whats to stop you from coming in at least...what, 5th place? Thats what your shooting for, right?

::Hasting laughs in spite of himself, and shakes his head. The serious expression is back on his face.::

Jacob Hasting: No amount of help in the world will keep people like me from winning it all at New Beginnings.

::Hasting stops, and looks down at the ground for a minute. When he raises his eyes back up to Morningstar, their shining with that look a man gets when he's about to strike.::

Jacob Hasting: Where I come from, people would pay me big bucks to break kneecaps, fingers, arms, legs...you name it. But for you...you long haired little queer...I'll kick your ass for free.

::The microphone is dropped, and Hasting moves forward, arms held out to his sides, presenting himself and challenging Morningstar to attack. As Hasting talks trash, trying to get Morningstar to hit him...what happens?::

[morningstar]

Alexis looked at the man like he was insane, as he reached back and pulled out his pony tail. Leaning over, he told one of the fan’s to hold is pony tails as he got into the man’s face.

Alexis Morningstar: “This pony tailed faggot happens to be a three time world muay thai champion, this pony tailed faggot happens to know how to actually fucking fight unlike everyone else in this promotion. So next time you try running your mouth, run your mouth to some one who doesn’t already know they can beat your ass you cocky little son of a bitch. I beat up dumb shits like you every day who come in thinking I’m this little fairy. Well guess what, these looks? Have gotten me more ass than you’ll ever get you snot-nosed son of a bitch…”

Alexis leaned into the man and shoved him back a bit. The man looked surprised and smirked as he shoved Alexis back too.

Jacob Hastings: “Is that right?”

Alexis nodded his head as he removed his shirt; the crowd went wild, especially the ladies as Alexis was obviously showing off the fact that he was the peak of physical perfection.

Alexis Morningstar: “I could beak your punk ass in half without even trying you son of a bitch, so you want to take a shot, you fucking take it!”

[Whitey Ford]

::Hasting looked like he was about to snap, his jaw clenched and his lips pursed into a thing. But with a few deep breaths, he calms himself down...and actually starts to laugh. Rubbing his chin thoughfully as he chuckles to himself, Hasting glances out at the crowd before looking back at Morningstar.::

Jacob Hasting: Your a friggin' idiot.

::With that as the only warning, Jacob Hasting rockets forward, landing a brutal looking headbut to the bridge of Morningstars nose. Despite being a trained fighter, the latter sees stars and staggers back, only to be taken off his feet with a tackle. Fists rain down on Morningstar before security comes in and forces Hasting back. The task is easier said than done, however, because as soon as Jacob is backed up, Alexis darts to his feet and dives into the crowd headlong, trying to get his licks in as well. A moment of chaos later and the two men are separated. As he's being pushed back behind the curtain and backstage, Hasting can be heard yelling.::

Jacob Hasting: C'mon, Mr. Muay Thai! Show me how you 'know how to fight'! Let the FUCK go of me!

::Hasting is whisked away at that point, leaving the small contingent of security guards that remain to keep an eye on Alexis Morningstar.::

MTMT: What a cheap shot! That would have ended differently if Hasting hadn't used a headbutt, of all things.

Jesse Ventura: Andre the Giant used the headbutt all the time, but people call HIM a legend. Jacob uses it to prove a point and your giving him hell?

[morningstar]

Security fought hard to hold the two back, but they seemed hell bent on going at each other. Alexis broke free for a moment and quickly used another man’s body a stepping stone. Throwing all of his weight into a single motion, he rotated his entire body down wards, hitting a brutal looking butterfly kick which sliced through the security and found it’s home of Jacob’s chest. The man stumbled back, but before he could fall to the ground, Alexis right arm swept and hooked the man’s right leg. Charging his shoulder into Jacob’s gut he joisted the man into the air within a flash, and brought him back first into the ring barrier as he was raining down blows across the man’s face.

Through the blows however, Jacob was throwing shots of his own as he was slamming rights and lefts into the sides of Alexis’ chest. Alexis stumbled back from the shots, but not before he could demean the man a bit as he slapped him across the face and spat on him as he was hauled away by security.

Alexis Morningstar: “Fight like a man! Don’t fight like a little bitch!”

Alexis was held back, as Jacob was roaring to get out of the security’s hands but they seemed to be doing quite the job holding the viciousness of this man back for the time being.

MTMT: “I bet dollars to diamonds that if he would of went head on with Alexis he would of got tossed down. Alexis’ wrestling skills are top-notch to say the least, but when it comes to real fights; I wouldn’t bet against the man…”

Jesse Ventura: “Please, the pretty boy wouldn’t stand a chance. Look at him, if his perm got messed up he’d go crying to his momma…”

Alexis jumped up, but was caught by Security as he tried to reach over and throw a punch at Jacob that was easily avoided. Security pulling him away seemed to help with that, As Alexis was brought over the ring barrier.

Alexis Morningstar: “I’m going to break your fucking neck! You hear me you son of a bitch!?”

[donzig]

The fans in IWF arena exploded, and a shower of golden pyro as Mudvayne thundered the arrival of the American Destroyer. He scowled at the ring, storming back and forth across the top of the entrance ramp as he chewed on a cigar. Then he threw up a fist, and the crowd roared as the D-Unit bowed to their lord and master.

He arched a brow at Kash, nodded to Morningstar, and just shrugged at Hastings, and shockingly shook hands with several of the security guards as he came off the ramp. Hell, he had a conversation with them Donzig and the arena security being quite famaliar with each other.

He nodded to himself, sweeping a hand through his hair. Then he headed for the ring, rolling inside before he flicked aside the cigar with a cloud of smoke. Then he beckoned, and the ring announcer tossed him a mic.

He lifted it, pausing as the crowd cheered. And then he nodded, pacing before the mic was again brought up. "Someone call Channel 69, and inform them that I have at last blessed their channel with my holy presence! Inform them that, their ratings have gone up because the Hardcore Incarnate is standing in the middle of an IWF ring!"

The fans again cheered, and Donzig lifted his hands as Kash shrugged and clapped. Alexis shook his head, and Hastings? Well, he likely looked annoyed. Donzig rolled his shoulders, waving a hand as he started to pace again. "You talk a good game, my friend! But I have heard all that before, I give you a few weeks before you start trying to play little power games! So let me give you some insight, you stay out my business, and I will stay out of yours."

Donzig paused, grunting. "Oh, and thanks for getting rid of Tabor. I hated that fucking guy."

Donzig then looked between Morningstar and Hastings, a brow lifdting. "As for you two, listen Alexis you're my boy. And you can go after that TV Title if you want it! And Hastings? You can do whatever you want, but if you get me in my way? I will definitely fuck you up!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig paced as he rubbed his chin. "You see I'm thinking the best way to cement my legacy, to further expand the legend of the man who from this day forward will be Mr. Revolution!" The fans exploded, and Donzig grinned. "Is to be the first IWF Heavyweight Champion of the World!"

The fans loved it, and Donzig seemed blessed with himself. Shrugging before he smoothed his leather jacket. "Because that is my destiny! You see I am glad Kash here has laid the CWA title to waste, because it was tainted! It was tarnished by the antics of a man I like to call 'Jonas Wee'! And maybe be a little group I liked to call the Industry."

A pause, and Donzig shrugged. "Maybe, just maybe!"

"But the point is this, I am walking into this arena! And I am not walking out unless I have the new rightful prize that I have claimed for myself! And should anyone stand in my way?"

Donzig smirked, looking around before he finished. "They won't be standing long."

[The Playboy Thug Adam Linn]

The Rebellion Symbol hits the Screen and then the Music of "Friend of Mine" By Adam Linn hits. Donzig, Morningstar, Hastings and Kash all look at each other and then He hits the stage, Slowly he walks out and the old CWA fans that remember him give a small pop. He looks down at the group and then shakes his head slowly. He raises his head and brushes the hair from his face...

Linn: Hiya Don... Long time huh, We'll just skip the hi how are yas if you don't mind... Morningstar... Looking good back in the ring buddy... Baldy, Kash... Don't know yall yet... but... Soon enough i am sure.

Linn paces the Stage and stares a hole through Donzig.

Linn: You know Don... In the CWA... We had our Feud... ya know when you turned your back on everyone who gave a fuck about you and decided to be a CO champion. But enough about all that... It's the past right... So we move on and move Forward.

Linn moves on to Alexis.

Linn: Morningstar, Where we have Never squared off i can dig that... Never disregarded your work ethic... or your style. Now Alexis i been know you for a couple years now... But see... This boggles my mind... a year ago, if some fuck stain would have head butted you in the fuckin face Security wouldn't have held you back. But fuck that, Who cares...

Linn points at Hastings and smiles.

Linn: You... you got some fucking issues boy... Come here and bust a classic in the face trying to make a name for your self... Nah mother fucker. That don't fly in my court... And let it be known... Come Fuck with me... I promise you i will bust your fuckin ass to the Indies quicker than shit. I will send you to your own personal hell of which their won't be a return...

Linn Looks on to Kash...

Linn: Now Kash... Glad to see some take a positive role and try to do something right. Now I am here to personally Lead the Rebellion of Efeds and make this the Pinnacle program on this country or any other country's cable programming. Straight from the 402... Comin for the titles... I promise you entertainment... I promise you a blood drenched match any match i am in. I promise you... Thuggin, Buggin, Stealin, Cap Peelin, Wig Splittin and Rhyme spittin. I promise you the Return of the Stunna!

Linn drops the mic and walks backwards pointing at Donzig and through the curtain as his music drones on. The crowd begins to chant "Linn Linn Linn Linn" as he moves through the Curtain.