Things done (Genesis, Dont'e, Styles mentioned)

[Craig Helman]

Am I Evil plays over the arena speakers as Craig Helman makes his way to the ring wearing a different attire then previously worn and a mic in his hands.

First thing is first, I must give Genesis his due,you told me to hit the gym and I did, I gave you one hell of a fight in our match, it could have went either way but you still beat me in an extreme rules match that was my own choosing, and I am a man of word, Genesis, you and I will never step in this ring as opponents again, I want to say congratulations to you now and all that you have to endure in ventures from this point on.

Helman looks out around the arena at all the I:W fans in attendance.

Now on to my second person that I would like to address and that is Dont'e Brooks-Lee, you came out here in this very ring, issued an open challenge to anyone and I excepted, I even let you pick the match type to make things interesting for these fans and you picked a first blood match, I must give you your dues as well, you said you would bring your A game and you pushed me to the limit but I came out on top and busted you open leaving you to lay in a pool of your own blood. I hope that there is no hard feelings man, if you evr want to step into this ring against me again, I would be honored to look across the ring and wrestle you.

Helman walks over to the corner of the ring climbs on the turnbuckle and sits on the top rope.

Now all you fans may have noticed that I have gotten rid of the black shirt, black pants and those glasses that prohibitted my vision in my past matches and donned this attire, yes I know that it looks like another wrestlers attire but it is different, not only in color but I have a symbol added to mine, this person that I am talking about, him and I go back along way, we have wrestled for different companies, hell I think that there were even times that we faced each other in the ring along our way here. We have both went through hell and back, we both have had our ups and downs, we have both lost people that we care about, but we both have one thing in common and that is the love for the things that we do in and out of the ring. I didn't see him in the back, but I would like for him to come out, step in this ring and let's join forces and give this company the new tag team that it so rightfully deserves, and for all you fans who are wondering who I am talking about, I would like to address "The Prodical One" Mr. Sylas Styles...

The crowd cheers as Helman stands on the top turnbuckle awaiting a response..........

[Kyle Nobbs]

I CAN'T WAIT

*A remix of "I Can't Wait" by Celldweller interrupts Craig as the lights go dark, black and blue. A somewhat sinister-looking man soon appears on the stage. His hair is unkempt, his face is scruffy, and he has what some would call 'crazy eyes'. His black trench coat trails behind him but he stops at the top of the ramp.

The man cocks his head, looking at Craig almost as if he were a figment of this man's imagination. The man looks like a mad dog, confused at the sight of a shit he didn't take, sitting and steaming in his own yard.

Soon the man continues down the ramp, slow... methodical. He's totally creepy. The fans don't know what to make of him quite yet, but a few recognize the face... It's Kyle Nobbs.

Soon Nobbs walks up to the steel steps, and he takes a microphone that was placed there before him. Slowly, he ascends the stairs and enters the ring. The lights return to their original luster, and Nobbs sizes up Craig Helman briefly, before turning to look at a camera.*

"Forget about Genesis, forget about Dont'e Brooks-Lee, and forget about Sylas Styles. Forget about them, like you forgot about me, and allow me to claim my rightful place as I:W Gladiator Champion. I am a victim of thievery here in I:W, Brent Starr stole what was mine!

And so we're clear about this... my name is Kyle Nobbs.

Some of you may be mumbling to your friends, 'Hey, what does this asshole have against Sylas Styles? Or Genesis? What's his problem?' Allow me to enlighten you with a brief history lesson that starts with a young kid in a bingo hall in Ohio. I was 18 years old, a chipper little dweeb with a big heart and tiny arms. I walked into that rundown piece of shit place and gave my all to get noticed in this business... I was one kid, amidst a crowd of other folks wanting the same thing as me, be it fame, fortune, glory... Or just wanting to wrestle on worldwide TV.

Who was I competing with? Jonny Pyro. Kim Hunter. Lucas Klash. Jmod. The list goes on and on, but if you look at this who's-who of talent, where does my name come up? It doesn't. I'm not even mentioned in the same breath as these people that were once my equals. Do you know who's still around today? Me.

Now, head on over to New York. Once again, fiery little spitfuck gets beat on night in and night out, taking it to the world's best wrestlers and always coming back each and every night. Guys like Dru Nedermyer, Jon Payne, 187, Brent Starr himself... Know what I'm remembered for? Being in that one tag team with the other guy no one's heard of. Anything else? A triple threat match that Brent Starr won. He's still bragging about it today, how it was one of the greatest matches of his career!

Someone explain to me how he could have forgotten me then.

My story continues, to Atlanta. Canada. I've gone to Japan. I've been back to New York. Hung out around the Great Lakes. Fought guys like Maniac, Genesis, Shia Storm, all of these men go on to be larger than life stars. I get kicked to the curb.

Now many of you in the audience, at home, whatever may be wondering just what my point is in all this. Well listen to this. When Kyle Nobbs was coming into work every day broken, beaten, sore... Everyone he's ever loved and respected has stepped on him, threw him away, ignored his calls, droppedoffthefaceoftheplanet and LEFT HIM FOR DEAD!"

*Kyle now turns to Craig Helman, who's for some reason patiently waiting for Kyle to finish.*

"And what does this have to do with you, Craig Helman? Here it is. I won't be stepped on any more. I won't be forgotten any more. I won't be thrown aside, any more. Starting tonight, I take what's mine. Starting with you, I claim my spot. Tonight, you'll be my stepping stone.

And just where am I stepping to? A Gladiator Title match against Brent Starr."

*The audience is silent. They just... simply don't know what to say. One young soul is brave enough to yell "you're not Kyle!" but there's no mistaking the voice, or the face... This was really Kyle Nobbs, and he really has gone off the deep end it seems.*

[JOKEr]

The speakers hit with another round of music that isn't those who were requested. The music is that of JOKEr. He makes his way to the ring. Before climbing in he takes a mic from ring side. Then slides in.

"Good story there, Kyle. I was moves. Truly moved... See, I have a long list of a story that takes place here and there... but I will not bore the masses like you."

He turns to Craig.

"For the people you requested. Well they are already busy... Genny seems uncommonly quite these days. Sylas is playing with Brent this day. And Dont'e will he might be at Toys r us. Who knows and cares. I came out. That is all that matters. And Kyle here needs to stop over looking clowns. I am the wild card here. I will take you both out... so I can move up that ladder back to my place at the top. For everyone seems to forget I was the Undisturbed Champ and the World Class at the same time. AND what have you done lately."

[Craig Helman]

Helman steps down off the turnbuckle and looks at both Kyle Nobbs and Joker, then looks around the the arena to all the I:W fans in attendance before turning and walking up to Joker.

Your right Joker, I may not have been in this companay as long as you, I may not have held any titles in this company, but I have had held a title once or twice before in my career, just not in this company. And to me it doesnt matter if the people that I mentioned earlier are busy or not, things will come to cmopletion when the time is right.

Helman looks back out toward the crowd before turning back again and stepping forward, this time to Kyle Nobbs.

You know Nobbs, it doesnt matter to me who you have faced before in your career, you mentioned that it all started in my home state of Ohio, I may not have been to all the places that you have been, I may not have faced all the people that you named, but once again, that doesnt matter to me. You want to come out here and say that you will use me as a stepping stone, I only have one ting to say about that, if a stepping stone is what you think that I am, this stepping stone as you call me will not allow you to step upon me to easily.

Helman steps back, looks at both men.

Now this I am addressing to both of you, you both must think that I am a push over, someone to be used for your own personal benefits, well I will let you both know this right now, I am not a pushover, I will not be used by anyone, I will not idolly stand by and let someone think I am just a nobody. I am Craig Helman, and if you both want to step into this ring with me, lets make things interesting for all these fans, lets have a match that will push our bodies to the limits, lets see who the better man is that is in this ring right now, lets make it to where our bodies will be battered and bruised, lets make it a no disqualification, falls count anywhere, Hell, you want to see who the better man is, lets see who can get the most falls in a match, lets see who can hit their finisher the most, lets see who will walk up the next ring of this ladder that you both are talking about. Lets have a match with Joker, Nobbs and myself in an Ironman match. If it can't be done at the same time, I will gladly do like I just did and face you both one on one.

Helman leaves the ring and walks back up the ramp to the cheer of the crowd, stopping at the stage, he turns around and looks at both men in the ring.

Well Nobbs and Joker, what do you two have to say about that?

[JOKEr]

"fine by me... Feel free to get your head kicked in..

JOKEr turns and leaves the ring.

[Kyle Nobbs]

*Kyle harrumphs and looks up to the stage where both men have just gone. Craig, still standing there. JOKEr, already gone it seems. He gestures up the entrance ramp, and raises his own microphone once more.*

"You people here in this arena tonight, want to see me fight Craig Helman and JOKEr in a triple threat Ironman match?"

*The crowd erupts in a raucous chorus of cheering and general excitement.*

"Why in the hell would you want to see that? You've abandoned me, so I can clearly tell that you aren't pulling for me to win... Who then, Craig Helman? JOKEr? These men who, before I can even answer their challenge, run away at the first opportunity?

So quick and eager to get the fight going, aren't they? Big words, bigger cowards. Hell, I was going to say we should just fight right here and now... but since you guys have left the ring like everyone else has left me, I guess I have no choice.

Fine, I accept your challenge for tonight. We'll face each other in a triple threat match... but didn't you hear? That's somewhat of my speciality.

So, JOKEr... Helman, it was nice getting to know you for a brief little time... Because after I'm through with you... No one will even remember your names."

*Kyle drops his microphone and his music plays again. It was clear to him that these other men wanted to waste no more words on someone as 'lowly' as Kyle Nobbs. But they'd know. They'd soon find out that he's not a man to be taken lightly.

Kyle steps over to the ropes, and looks out to the crowd.

They would all know soon enough.

And the camera fades out to a commercial break.*