FTW Behind Enemy Lines Preview: 09/15/10

FTW Presents...BEHIND ENEMY LINES
AT&T Center - San Antonio, Texas
Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

Main Card

Division Dogfight

Shane Sanders (S) vs. Michael Miracle (I) vs. Bucky Skyler (O)

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FTW Tag Team Championships

Cheap Heat © (Sam Horrey & Ryan Matthews) vs. The Core (James Mitchell Cornett & Ryan Corey)

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FTW Octane Championship

Dan Hayter © vs. Ripplemagne

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Team Shockwave vs. Team Inferno

Code/Gabriella/???/??? vs. Brandon Banks/Clay Forte/Lynch/???

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FTW World Championship

Nick Malone vs. William Haze ©

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Roleplays and Segments due
Tuesday, September 14th, 2010 at 11:59 PM.
Based on United States Eastern Standard Time
Two (2) Roleplay Limit                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Cry me a river..

Looks like some people were a little upset about some of the things I said in my last promo.

Cry me a river..

People don't like this new attitude of mine, some saying.. Well, it's to edgy.

Build me a bridge.

And now, I'm being told I need to tone it down..

And get over it.

***

I've never been one to actually give a damn about what management has to say. Shit, I never listened to a single boss of mine since I've been working. Some liked the fact that I wouldn't be bossed around, and some.. Well, they fired me..

Which was it this time?

It doesn't matter honestly, because I'm still gonna do my thing the way I've always done it.. My way.

Free spirited, with an "I don't give a fuck" attitude. Yup, that's my way.

"Chris Cage.."

My was I wrong about this cat. I thought he would be the next big star in FTW, but what did he turn out to be? A dude that takes shit way to personal. A guy who can't understand motivation when he sees it.

Cry me a river..

Homie, don't think I said that intentionally just to diss you. I thought maybe if he gets called out on it, he may change his mind..

"You know what I'm talking about.."

I've been breaking people down since I started this whole little shindig, and most of the time people took it, and ran with it. You on the other hand.. Well, you chose to run away.

"Tone it down, Brandon.."

I don't believe in that. Matter of fact, I'm turnin' this bitch the fuck up.

"TURNT UP"

I was hyped to get into the ring with you, as well as Mikey, just to see what the new faces of the Inferno division were all about, and now.. I don't even think you're gonna show up.

It's whatever though. When push came to shove, you just couldn't handle it. Where you're gonna end up now? Probably at some low rate promotion that calls themselves a wrestling company. I guess that's where trash belongs.

"To much?"

Lets move on..

"Michael Miracle.."

I've come to respect you, Mikey. You can stand the heat. I can call you a douche bag, and what will you do? You'll take it, run with it, and come back at me spittin' flames.

"That's what we need here in FTW.."

There's still something about you that I can't figure out, though. Are you really this nice, or are you just playin' all of us? No man can be that nice unless their gay, and for some reason, I don't see you as a homo.

"Hi, T.K Williams."

That's what makes you so one dimensional, Mikey. People know what they're going to expect from you. A guy who's going to state how good there opponent is, compliment them, and then say you're gonna beat them.

"You're gonna need more then that do beat me."

Truth is however, we need more people like you..

People who won't bitch, people who won't moan because the big bad bumblebee picked on em.

"THIS IS WHAT I DO.."

I FIND WAYS TO GET TO YOU, AND I USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE. I FIND WAYS TO GET INTO YOUR HEAD TO THE POINT THAT YOU TRULY BELIEVE I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING.

"THIS IS WHAT I DO.."

I MAKE SURE I FIND YOUR WEAKNESS, AND I EXPOSE IT. I USE WHATEVER I CAN TO MY ADVANTAGE AND THAT.. THAT'S WHAT MADE ME.. ME.

"THIS IS WHAT I DO.."

I AIN'T LIKE ANYONE OF YA'LL HERE. I AIN'T AFRAID TO CALL PEOPLE OUT ON SOME BULLSHIT. I AIN'T AFRAID TO GET INTO A LITTLE BIT OF TROUBLE.. MATTER OF FACT, I LOVE TROUBLE.

"THIS IS WHAT I DO.."

I do.. What all ya'll are to pussy to do.. And that's be me. And if you don't like it, well..

"Cry me a river.."

Case closed..

"Shane, holla at cha boy."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Step Yo Game Up

We come into the light..

We're in the living room of Brandon Banks' mothers home. Surrounding him? Well, a lot of things. But nothing there is as important as the man himself. Rocking back and fourth on padded rocking chair, Brandon begins to think back to last week on Outbreak..

There was a lot of bad blood between Brandon and Chad that no one really understood. Lets face it, this has brewing for almost four years. For four years, Brandon was always Chad's right hand man, and for four years, Brandon dealt with all the bullshit Chad brought along for this ride known as Full Throttle Wrestling.

Despite the popular belief, Brandon Banks is the reason why Full Throttle Wrestling is back. Sure, it was Chad who bought back the rights, but do you know who brokered the deal?

That would be me.

I wasn't trying to start another boss versus employee rivalry, no. To be completely honest, I wanted to tie up any loose ends before it got to this, but you couldn't do that Chad, could you? You just had to make all those smart little remarks in the e-mail, and continue to pour fuel on the fire by saying that the Shockwave division was better then the Inferno division. It's almost like Chad was trying to downgrade everything that I built up from nothing..

Fuck it..

Lets move on to the whole Inferno versus Shockwave thing in the back of my head. I said it once, and I'll say it again.. I am done competing in the Inferno division..

Key word.. Competing.

However, this was bigger then that. This is something that's been debated since FTW came onto the scene. Which division is superior.. Shockwave or Inferno?

Lets face the facts. When did the Shockwave division ever main event an Outrage show? Never. The only time the Shockwave division was even relevant was when William Haze was champion, and it was only relevant because William Haze is simply put.. The man. Other then that, all they've had were paper champions..

Danny Caballero
Harmony
Pandora
Code

And the list can go on and on if I were to go back in time and mention all the paper champions the Shockwave division has had in the past. Don't get me wrong, the Shockwave division has produced some talent in Ryan Matthews, William Haze, and hell.. Even Code.. But that's still nothing.. NOTHING.. To what people like myself and Lynch did in the Inferno division.. We put asses in the seats.. Can't say the same for the Shockwave division.

Come Behind Enemy Lines, we will prove that the Inferno division is, was, and always will be superior to the Shockwave division.. And in due time, Chad will get what's coming to him..

I looked over at the television stand in my mothers living room and looked at the clock on the cable box. It said 10:12. It was time for me to give my mom her meds. I got up out of the chair and walked over toward the kitchen to where the medicine cabinet was. I opened it up and looked thoroughly. Although it was two months after her brain aneurysm surgery, she still wasn't remotely close to being back to normal, but what could I expect? The doctor said it could take a full year before she gets back to normal. Still, I know my mother. The ladies a fighter and not even a aneurysm will keep her down.

I got the medicine I needed to get and began to head up the steps and headed toward her room. I opened the door, and the only thing on was the television. As I walked in, I took a quick glance at the television seeing that she had the 'Twilight: New Moon" movie on.. I couldn't help but laugh..

BB: Really mom? Really? Now you're into the Twilight fad?

He looks over at his mother sleeping and then looks back at the television.

BB: Damn. That Kristen Stewart sure is cute. I wouldn't give it to her, though. She looks like the type that farts during sex.

Eww.

Momma Banks: Did you say something, Brandon?

Brandon quickly turned his head and looked over at his mother a smile on his face.

BB: I thought you were sleeping, ma.

Momma Banks: Well, I was and then I heard something about sex and farting..

Banks couldn't help but laugh.

BB: Eh, that was nothing. I got your medicine ready for you.

You can see the noticeable scar on Brandon's mothers head. It started above her eye, and went down all the way down near her ear. It vrushed Brandon to see his mom in such a vulnerable state.

He walked close to her, and sat down right near her on the bed and handed her her medicine.

Momma Banks: God, I hate taking these things.

BB: I know, I know. But you need to take them for at least another four months. But, at least the worst is now over.

Momma Banks: Lets hope.

Banks smirks and puts his hand over top of his mothers free hand.

BB: There's no need to hope, mom.. I know..

She smiles at him. She looks over to her night stand, and goes to reach for something that's not there.

Momma Banks: How am I supposed to take these damn pills without a drink?

BB: Oops, it must of slipped my mind. I'll get you one now.. Is your mini fridge filled?

Momma Banks: How should I know. I've been on bed rest since I got out of the hospital.

Brandon gets up and makes his way to the far left corner of the room. He gets to the area where the mini fridge was located and just as he goes to open it, he sees something on her dresser that catches his eye.. It's a picture.. A picture of him and Cindy on their wedding day. He walks over to the dresser and grabs the picture frame.. He looks at it deeply and begins to ponder to himself..

"God.. We looked so happy..
And we were..
What happened? I'll never know.
But damn, I really, really.."

Momma Banks: You miss her, don't you?

Brandon turns around with the picture in his hand.

BB: How did you know what I was thinking?

She smirks.

Momma Banks: I'm your mother Brandon.. I know these things..

Brandon looked back down at the picture and rubbed his index finger over Cindy's face.

BB: I shouldn't miss her, though. This girl broke the only rule I ever had.. I told her, the only way I'd ever leave her is if she fucked around and slept with someone else.

Momma Banks: I know Brandon, but at the same time, can you blame her? She was probably lonely, and needed comfort. Comfort that you didn't give her.

Brandon couldn't believe his mother just said that.

BB: How can you say that, mom? I was always there for her. Always fighting for her when anyone ever tried to do her wrong. I was everything, EVERYTHING, that she needed.

Momma Banks: And still, that wasn't enough. Brandon, I loved Cindy to death, but if there was one thing I noticed about her was she was very needy. She needed your undivided attention, but in your profession, it couldn't happen.

Brandon's almost in tears, knowing full well his mother is telling him the truth.

BB: What are you saying, mom?

She lets out a loud sigh and shrugs her shoulders.

Momma Banks: Maybe it's best you two went your separate ways.

Brandon sets the picture frame back onto the dresser, breathing somewhat heavily. As he sets that picture down, he looks over to the right and sees another picture frame with his son, Nolan on Brandon's shoulders.

BB: And what about Nolan? He's not even a year old yet, and he already has his parents separated.

Momma Banks: You and Cindy are both his parents, son. Both of you are great parents as well. I don't think you need to worry about that..

Brandon turns around and looks at his mother with a tear dripping down his left cheek.

BB: I don't want someone to take my place, mom. I don't someone taking my place as Nolan's father, and...

You can tell the next part was hard for him to say..

BB: And I don't want someone to take my place as Cindy's husband.

Brandon's mom looks like she can almost feel the emotional pain Brandon's going through..

Momma Banks: It's not to late, Brandon..

Brandon shakes his head from left to right. He then walks over to the mini-fridge, opens it, and grabs a bottle of Poland Spring water. He shuts the door and walks over to his mom, opens the bottle of water, and then hands it to her.

BB: That's where you're wrong, mom. It's way to late..

Brandon turns around and walks toward the bedroom door.

Momma Banks: Brandon, where are you going?

BB: For a walk.. I'll be back soon.

Momma Banks: Brandon, wait!

Banks continues walking as his mother looks somewhat nervous.

Momma Banks: Brandon, don't do anything stupid..

Brandon's already out of the room, but he heard his mothers last request.

BB: I never do.. (He yelled)

We see Brandon through on black hooded sweat shirt, and a blue Yankee fitted. He walks out of the main door of his mothers home as the scene fades to darkness..

**********

The setting?

Night time in Wilkes Barre, PA.

Center Street to be exact..

This is by far the busiest street in Wilkes Barre that lead directly to the Interstate..

We see Brandon Banks wearing the same black hoodie, and the same Yankee fitted we saw him wearing right when he left his mothers house..

"Walks are by far one of the best ways to clear your mind, and that's something I desperately needed to do.."

He continues his walk as we hear a car race past Brandon, laying his hand down on the horn.

"Yeah, fuck you asshole!"

He shakes his head.

"Man do people piss me off. As I was saying, I needed to clear my mind.. It wasn't only because I lost my wife, and it wasn't only because I barely see my son anymore.. There was more to it, like for example, the Inferno versus Shockwave match at Behind Enemy Lines.. Last week, Chris Cage stated his claim as to why he should be on the team. Cute, huh?"

A slight smirk appears on Banks' face.

"The weird thing about that is, I received an anonymous tip that told me that you, Chris Cage, won't be in FTW much longer. Lose a match, and pack your bags.. That's your style, bro? Well guess what, there's no room on Team Inferno for little girls that cry because they lost a match. Don't get me wrong, Chris.. Lynch and were strongly considering you for Team Inferno, but what's the use? We need people who are dedicated to the Inferno division like myself and Lynch, and well.. We have yet to see that type of dedication from you.."

Brandon tucks his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt as a slight drizzle begins to come down from the sky.

"I know you're good, Chris. Believe me on that, but at the same time, I need to know where your mind is. Are you really leaving FTW? Why are you leaving? Are you going to give it your all if we do decide to select you as part of your team? These are all questions I need answers to, and the way you can answer them is by beating me at Rampage this week. Do you have what it takes to stand toe to toe with arguably one of the best in FTW history? Do you have what it takes to be a part of what will be the best four person team in FTW history? Well, my answer is no.. And I really hope you prove me wrong.. But the only way to do that is by beating me this week at Rampage.."

The rain starts to pour down even harder as Brandon puts the hood of his sweatshirt over his head.

"That brings me to my next opponent, the man who calls himself "The Assassin".. Michael Miracle.. Assassin and Miracle in the same name? Ain't that somethin'. See, Mikey.. You're another one Lynch and I discussed about being a part of Team Inferno. You've showed promise, dedication, and heart. All things needed to succeed in this business.. But at the same time, you show remorse. Remorse is good in any other line of business, but not here.. Not in Full Throttle Wrestling.."

Brandon then walks by two women dressed in short skirts, hooker boots, and tank tops. You know what they are, right?

Chup, you got it.

HOOKERS!

Hookers: Hey sweet thang, you lookin' to have some fun tonight?

BB: Back up you hos.. You ain't on my level..

Hookers: Hah! Whatever, your loss.

For some reason, I didn't think it was..

"I heard what you said about me, Mikey. I know you were just tryin' to compliment me, but let me point out where you were wrong. I've never held a World Title.. Have I had the chance? Yep. But I turned it down. Unlike some of the people on our roster, I don't take wins or titles via flukes. I'm the type that likes to prove myself to be the best that I can be, and better then anyone else in this line of business. You were also wrong about one another thing. You guaranteed the fans that you will beat the best, with the best referencing to me."

Brandon laughed as the rain continued to pour down on him.

"I admire your confidence, mayne. But at the same, your confidence is what's going to make me go harder then I already planned. You said it right.. To be the man, you have to beat the man, but quite frankly.. I don't think you can beat me.. If this was a few months ago, shit you woulda been able to run circles around me.. I mean, damn.. Tu Tarvin would've probably been able to beat me.."

Maybe that's a little to much?

Yeah, thought so.

"But this is a new day, and the time for me to remind everyone why exactly I was the most dominant wrestler in FTW history. It seems like everyone forgot about the B man over the last couple months.. Maybe it's cause I'm not poetic? Maybe it's because I'm not obsessed with Pepsi? Shit, maybe it's because my crew ain't got no Roman name.. But make no mistake about it.. This is my coming out party, and by the time Rampage is over, everyone will remember why exactly I am.. STILL... The top dog in this company.."

Brandon swipes the rain off of his face and continues walking down Center street.

"You were right about one thing though, Mikey. I have had my downs over the last year of my career. Shit, no one had as many ups and downs in this company as I have, but guess what.. From now on, I'ma stay high all the time.."

Get it?

"So Chris.. Mikey.. I recommend you bring your A game at Rampage, because I plan on bringing mine.. And this won't be the only time you hear from me, ya feel me? Now dig it.. You know I had to do this for ya'll right quick.."

Freestyle?!

"Now last but not least, let me say hi to my haters.
I'm back from my hiatus, niggaz hate but keep imitatin'.
I just checked my calender, and realized ya niggaz are outdated.
STEP YO GAME UP. You know that B Baby is the greatest."

"Jamilyn, call me."

Please?

Hahahah

"Payceeeeeeeeeeee"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

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