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[Kraul]

Phillip is walking out of the Knightkrauler headquarters when he is faced with hundreds of loyal members of the Knightkrauler army. He starts to fire his weapon at them, only taking out a few of the advancing soldiers.

*click, click*

Phillip: [size=8]Shit.

Phillip's weapon has ran out of ammo and he has no way of defending himself from the army except by swinging his empty weapon and hoping to take out as many possible with the swings. He manages to knock a few men and women unconcious, but he is soon consumed by the crowd of Knightkraulers.

Phillip: NOOOOO[span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%']OOOOOOoooooo[/size]....

Phillip's cry for help is soon muffled by the bodies of the Knightkraulers. Kraul is then seen walking towards the corpse of Phillip as the crowd parts like the Red Sea in his path.

Kraul: Ah. Poor, poor, Phillip. Not only did you kill my body double while I was bathing, but you also forgot just how loyal and large my army is.

Kraul reaches down and picks up the scuffed up title. Looking at the dulled reflection coming from the gold plates. He then hands it off to a nearby soldier.

Kraul: Take this to be cleaned then leave it with the guards to my quarters.

Kraul begins to walk away, but stops an looks over his shoulder towards the fallen Phillip.

Kraul: Even if that had been me, you forgot to go for the pin making your short title reign void and non-existant. *chuckles* Poor fool.

Kraul then walks away as Phillips body is thrown into the freezing waters.[/span]

 

[Phillip]

*As Kraul Lie's on his bed writing in his Diary about he got his title back & how's he's getting a crush on this guy down his street, he see's a pool of blood come through the crack at the bottom of his door, and he walk's out he see's a trail of blood (like someone had draged away), Kraul Start's to foolishly follow the blood...


Kraul: Kingpin is that you??? I hope you've got the KY Jelly with you.
 
*Kraul walk's into a room and find's a fellow NightKrauler Liein on the ground with his head across the other side of the room.

Kraul: .....Shit

*The Door Slam's behind Kraul and Phillip Is standing next to kraul with a Machete in his hand


Kraul: (crying) please dont hurt me, I'm scared.

*suddenly Phillip Swings the Machete at Kraul & his head fall's to the ground

Phillip: Pin that Bitch!

*Phillip gets down and pins kraul's shoulders to the ground & Regains his title.

[Kraul]

As Phillip walks out of the complex to his awaiting plane, an eerie silence falls on the Knightkrauler HQ. Soon, a squad of guards rush into Kraul's quarters only to find a few pieces damaged furniture.

*Meanwhile, somewhere in the States....*

Phillip - straight of his latest hardcore title win - is indulging in the high life that comes with being the champ. He rides in his newly purchased pink limousine with a prostitutes on each arm.

Phillip: Driver. Is there a resturaunt that serves Aussie food? I'm hungry for some food from home, but I don't feel like going back yet.

Driver: Yes, there is, sir. It's called "The Outback Steakhouse". It's just a few blocks from here. I can take you there if you wish.

Phillip: Alright.

Phillips limousine pulls up and he steps out with his two "dates" in arm. A familiar face, The Headliner, is seen walking out of the restauraunt right before Phillip enters. He takes notice to the familiar faces of the two "women" on Phillips arms.

Headliner: Oh, god. They've found me! Get those...those...things away from me!

Headliner then runs away pushing people out of the way as he holds back vomit.

Phillip: What's his problem? Can't he appreciate beauty?

Phillip continues walking into the restauraunt.

**Several Moments Later...**

Phillip: This doesn't taste like real Aussie food! This tastes like piss and vinegar!

Phillip storms out of the restauraunt ranting to himself, leaving his two ladies behind.

Phillip: Damn Americans. Can't you do anything right? First you make everyone think we all wear Croc skin and Croc teeth, then you make us look like khaki wearing geeks, now you piss on our food? Stupid bastards.

Phillip walks off down the street, but not knowing America too well, he wanders into darkened gang territory. He begins to go from anger to slight anxiety as he notices a group of rough looking youths take notice of him.

Gangster #1: Hey, hey, rich boy. Where do you think you're going?

Phillip says nothing and continues walking.

Gangster #2: Whoa! I think we have a bad ass on our hands. Are you a bad ass, rich boy? Hey! I'm talking to you, richie.

He reaches out and grabs Phillips shoulder only to receive a timid slap across the face.

Gangster #1: *laughs* He fights liek a bitch. Are you a bitch, rich boy?

Gangster #3: Oh, he's a bitch alright. Our bitch!

They all knock Phillip down, beating him into the ground with hard kicks and swift punches. They break after a solid minute of beating him and let the sobbing Phillip beg for mercy - only to receive yet another kick to the face knocking him unconcious.

********************

Phillip awakens after what seems like mere moments to see that the gang members are gone. He struggles to stand and when he finally gets to his feet, he notices that they are not gone - in fact they are all over the place. Only they are in pieces.

Phillip: *sniffle* Wha..wha..what happened? *sniffle*

Mystery figure: Their judgment day has come - as has yours.

Phillip looks towards the voice only to see Kraul walk out from the shadows. Phillip drops to his knees sobbing and begging for mercy - but is informed he will receive none.

Phillip: *sniffle* You can't be back. I killed you. *sniffle* You can't come back when you're dead. It's not right.

Kraul leans down and grabs Phillips face.

Kraul: Don't you know? You can never kill an immortal.

Kraul then shatters Phillip's skull on the concrete and the demonic referee appears by his side. 1-2-3. Kraul is once again champion. He then disappears in a cloud of smoke.

 

[The Headliner]

When the cloud of smoke emitted from the passing car clears, Kraul is once again visible and coughing like an asthmatic smoker with a ball-bearing in his throat. The car screeches to a halt, and the passenger door is flung open. Kneeling on the ground gagging for breath, the bedraggled Kraul looks up to see a pair of feet walking purposefully towards him.

The demonic referee tries to intercept the new arrival, but gets flattened by the reversing car. The vehicle stops, and one of the approaching feet kicks Kraul in the gut before their owner pulls him up and smashes the champ's face through the rear window of the car.

Looking around at the neighborhood he has found himself in, as Earl Hebner steps out of the car, The Headliner tells the official to get this over with so they can get out of this dump. The Headliner rolls a bloodied Kraul into a pinning predicament, and Hebner slaps the concrete three times to declare a new WX Hardcore Champion.

The Headliner and Earl get back into the car and speed off, leaving the two-dimensional remains of the demonic referee beside the fallen former-titlist.

[J.J.S.]

The Headliner and Hebnar go speeding down a busy street, the wheels of the car squealing as they try to maintain control of it.  Pedestrians dive out of the way as Headdy makes a wrong turn and rolls right onto a city sidewalk.

J.J.S. is walking by as he sees the duo smash head-on into a light poll.  Headliner, being the indestructable guy he is, gets out of the car and brushes himself off.

Headliner:  Great, now how are we going to get anywhere?

Hebner (lying on the ground in pain 20 feet away after going through the windshield):  Heee hummanah humph.

J.J.S. comes up behind The Headliner and taps him on the shoulder.

J.J.S.: I see you got yourself into a bit of a mess.

Headliner:  Yes.  I need a new car.  Or someone to give me a lift.  We can't just be seen walking around in public, it's dangerous you know.

J.J.S.  Well, I think I can help you out.  I'll find someone to give you a ride home, you just have to give me your...

J.J.S. motions to the Hardcore belt.  Headliner catches on, and shakes his head.

Headliner:  No way.  This is my title, and it's going to stay this way.

J.J.S.:  Oh come on, you won't miss ...

Headliner:  No!

J.J.S.: Please?

Headliner: Not a chance.

Off in the distance, someone catches J.J.S. and Headliner arguing out on the sidewalk.  He ducks behind a tree, in order not to be seen.  This mysterious stranger sees the Hardcore championship belt hanging over The Headliner's shoulder, and gets an idea.  He runs and clotheslines The Headliner to the ground, then body slams J.J.S.

Earl Hebner comes to his senses, just as the stranger covers Headliner.

Hebnar: One-two-three!

Mystery man gets up and takes the belt that's handed to him by Earl.

Earl:  Congratulations... uh... what's your name?

The stranger looks around nervously and whispers it into the referee's ear, as if someone is after him.  Looking for him.

Earl Hebner understands what this person is doing and whispers back a reply.

Ref:  Well, congratulations, Hot Bot, you're the new WX Hardcore Champion.

[The Headliner]

==================

With the championship hidden deep in his RAM drive (don't ask), HotBot quickly resumes his daily ritual of peeping through ALICE's Windows as she tries on a new dress. Before revealing her crucial functions, however, she is disturbed by a pinging sound, which she recognizes as her front doorbell.

HotBot watches from his branch high up in the orange tree outside her house, as ALICE opens the door to greet Googlebot. Fully clued up on the right protocol, Googlebot compliments ALICE on her dress, while HotBot seethes with jealousy from above. Finally, he can take it no more, and leaps out of the tree onto Googlebot's unsuspecting head, bringing a few loose fruit down in his fall. With a deafening clang, the two robots meld into an indistinguishable pile of twisted steel and orange peel.

ALICE, being ALICE, is confused. She'd heard of programs crashing before, but never like this. Her state of disarray is interrupted by a shimmer of gold from within the chrome mesh of bot parts. Reaching into the mixed-up remains of her duelling suitors, she retrieves the WX Hardcore Title belt.

"I don't know what it is, but this will go nice with my dress," she thinks to herself. "I'll call it Undefined."

[The Headliner]

"You never saw it coming," boasts The Headliner as he stands onstage in the WrestleXpress Arena, "The grandest scheme in the history of Internet wrestling. And it was pulled off by yours truly, the new WX Hardcore Champion."

Footage is shown of former champion ALICE winning the Hardcore Title by picking it up outside her home.

"When our beloved ALICE won that belt, the championship almost went into retirement," continues The Headliner, "Because as the WrestleXpress mascot, she was too well protected, by all the posters here at WX, to ever be in any serious danger. Any potential challenger who tried to approach ALICE for a shot at the title would have been taken out before they even reached her front gate. Everyone had a special place for her in their hearts, and that made any kind of premeditated attack impossible. Or at least, almost any kind..."

A clip is then shown of The Headliner announcing the temporary closure of WX in February, apparently for a 'server change' - and then of the post-return announcement that ALICE was sacrificed necessarily for WX to return sooner.

"Nobody suspected a thing, even after it happened," the scheming Headliner goes on, "We all mourned ALICE's passing, and celebrated the return of WX that came as a result of her termination. You all bought it! All of you! And I knew you would, because nobody here at WrestleXpress can match my superior mental acumen. Nobody here can outthink The Headliner, and that's why I stand before you today, over the rusty remains of a deleted chatbot, as your new Hardcore Champion!"

The crowd boos and hurls abuse at The Headliner.

"Go ahead," he responds, "Let it all out. Nobody likes to be outsmarted. But in time, you will respect me, because if you don't, you will all face deletion just like ALICE! I am the WX Hardcore Champion! And unlike that stupid chatbot you all loved so much, you're just gonna have to LIVE with it!"

[Kraul]

Headliner begins to get into his car outside of the arena after a long night when he hears something rustling in the alley next to the parking lot. He decides to investigate in an attempt to kill his curiousity.

He begins to approach the alley when suddenly...

*CRASH!*

...the sound of breaking glass within the darkness of the alley startles him. Now in a state of curiousity and fear, he freezes in place. Staring into the darkness. When something runs out fast, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

Headliner: AH! Uh..uh. *sigh* It was just a cat. Calm down, Heady. It was just...a cat.

With that, he turns around to walk back to his car when he's confronted with a cloaked figure. Startling Headliner once again.

Headliner: Who the hell are you?!

...but the figure does not speak.

Headliner: Well? Answer me!

Still...silence.

Headliner: Fine! Forget you. I have to get home anyway.

He walks past the cloaked figure and returns to his car. He opens the door and begins to step in when...

Cloaked figure: Your time has come.

Headliner stops in place, staring at the being.

Headliner: What do you mean? Who are you?!

Silence. The figure just stares at him. Headliner gives up and gets back into his car.

Cloaked figure: Your time has come. The time to stand before the Dragon King and meet your fate.

A green glow comes from within the cloak and the cloak is soon torn to shreds and the being turns into a large, green Dragon.

Headliner attempts to start the engine in a panic, but it fails. He attempts again, but another failure. He goes to attempt again but is torn from the car by the Dragon and is ripped, limb from limb.

The Dragon finds the torso with the shoulders still attached and places his foot firmly onto it. A ref that was walking to his car sighs and counts the pin.

Ref: Here's your belt, Mr..uh...Dragon?

The Dragon bites and swallows the ref in one bite, then transforms into a human form.

Dragon: Ryuujin. Ao Ryuujin.

Ao grabs the belt and walks away, not caring that he is nude.

[The Headliner]

Watching the new champion walking away, trying not to look at his ass, The Headliner's dismembered torso mumbles, "Oh great, I just got beat by Liu fucking Kang."

[Kraul]

Watching the new champion walking away, trying not to look at his ass, The Headliner's dismembered torso mumbles, "Oh great, I just got beat by Liu fucking Kang."

ANIMALITY!  

[The Headliner]

As Ryuujin reaches the exit, his train of thought is interrupted by a loud, agonized moan behind him. Determined to look cool, he pretends not to hear and keeps walking. The sound of crushing metal and cracking pavement that ensues is too much for his curiosity, however, and he turns to face the source of this sudden carnage.

A gigantic, seven-headed creature with dragon-like wings and a colossal tail is standing where The Headliner's remains once lay, with vehicles strewn aside to make room for this monster's gargantuan frame. Before Ryuujin can remember how to become a mythical green reptile himself, his hair is fried by the firey breath of one of the Great Beast's aggrivated heads.

Dropping the Hardcore Title belt to the ground, Ao turns to run, but his legs are swept out from under him by the giant's tail. The champion lays helpless on the ground as the aggressor stomps towards him and, with a single foot, pounds him into the concrete in a man-shaped hole. The referee counts to three, and awards the miniscule-looking belt to the Great Beast.

BEASTIALITY!

[The }{urricane]

*Just when the beast looks rdy to leave, in flies The }{urricane.......*

*A weaker man would have fallen apart at the sight of the creature, but not this masked figure..... he had a secret surprise*

The }{urricane quickly pulls out a bag of sticky sticks and scarfs them down, before the beast could blink an eye The }{urricane already has consumed the entire bag and now has a 14 pack of Chicken mcNuggets. with deadly precision and power, The }{urricane blinds his opponent with a nugget to each eye. The }{urricane then pulls out the dreaded cheeseburger, tosses it gently into one of the 7 headed dragons mouths. As we all know, mcdonalds cheeseburgers can clog arteries like no other, and we see the dragon go into multiple heart attacks... The }{urricane knowing he cannot be defeated with the power of McDonalds and Sticky Sticks on his side, pins the beast and flies away with his newly aquired belt.

[The Headliner]

As the Great Beast morphs back into the battered remains of The Headliner, the former champion can be heard to mutter, "Oh great, now I've been beaten by the fucking Hamburglar..."