[Cut to raw footage.]

[What you are about to see took place over an hour ago.]

[Up.]

[Thomas Bane shoulders his black duffel bag as he weaves through the cluttered backstage area. After a countless “good luck tonight’s” and pats on the back, Thomas looks like one who is ready to find his locker room and collapse on one of those benches. Judging by the clock on the wall, he’s very early for his match. After some trouble, Thomas locates his designated room and enters to find it completely devoid of light. At this early point in the night, he doesn’t mind the darkness and probes with his hands to find a bench to sit on. With a flick of the wrist, he slides his bag to the side and leans against the wall. For the first time in days, Thomas is finally alone. No media, no fans, no training. Just him. ]

Bane: [To himself] “This is it.”

Voice: “Do you always talk to yourself like that?”

[As you can expect, the voice emitting from the shadows startles the Hawaiian noticeably. Past experience taught Thomas to use his arms to protect his face. He didn’t want another episode like Shockwave to occur.]

[Nothing happens. Bane, still in his defensive posture, allows himself to speak.]

Bane: “Damn. Terry Woods?”

[Were the lighting better, you could see a smirk.]

Voice: “No, someone with a bit more longevity and credibility than Terry Woods."

Bane: “So I can put down my hands?”

Voice: “Go ahead. I’m not quite sure what they’re doing up to begin with.”

[Thomas allows his arms to sink onto his lap as he now searches in the direction of the speaker. As his luck would allow, the area is unusually dark.]

Voice: “I take it that you'd like to know who I am?”

Bane: “That’d be a nice start.”

[The man behind the voice steps out from the “unusually dark” corner and smiles at a speechless Thomas Bane. This man needs no introduction.]

[The Only Star.]

[Eric Dane.]

[Thomas quickly stands on his feet and offers his palm out to the legend. Dane accepts the gesture, but his face remains indifferent. Once the somewhat friendly handshake is done, Thomas takes a few backward steps.]

Dane: “I’m can only hope that I don't have to introduce myself.”

[Thomas nods.]

Bane: “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Dane: “You’d be in the minority, I’m sure. However, be careful about making quick assumptions. How about you wait until the night is concluded to decide whether or not it was nice to make my acquaintance.”

[Dane finds it difficult to conceal a knowing smile, while Thomas’ brow furrows.]

Dane: “Listen, I just wanted to say good luck to you in your attempt to win that ten pound strap of leather and gold that I’ve held four times. Let me tell you something though: Once you win it, it’s excruciatingly difficult to live without.”

Bane: “Thanks. I’m sure it’s hard once you’ve tasted the glory of winning the championship and all. ”

[Eric Dane steps forward and leans towards Bane’s ear, as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear.]

Dane: [Whispering] “I’m here to help in any…way… that I can.”

[With a laugh and a pat on Thomas’ chest, Dane confidently walks towards the door. Before he places his hand on the doorknob, he turns around to face Thomas.]

Dane: “Don’t forget what I told you about assumptions, Tommy.”

[With that, he leaves the room. Thomas Bane continues to look at the door as he desperately tries to contemplate Dane’s last set of words.]

[The popping fans packed into Ravenhill Stadium, Belfast are in darkness except for the orange, green and white spotlights that dance across them.]

[Several of the paying public have signs showing their appreciation of David Paige & Thomas Bane, there are also signs of a less supportive nature aimed at Chris Egerton, Jake Devins & the Texas Outlaws.]

[At the announcer’s table the Wrestling Republic dynamic duo; comprised of former two time WWA Tag Champion, James Keiler & shapely former weather girl, with fiery hair, Kelly Doyley are sat.]

James Keiler: Welcome wrestling fans from Ireland, America, Mexico, Canada, Europe & further a field, tonight is a historic night as for the first time the eyes of the WWA are focused solely on the Emerald Isle!

[Breath from the WR owner, as Doyley’s attempting to pick a spot on her cheek that she’s discovered.]

Keiler: I’m James Keiler, alongside my partner in crime Kelly Doyley we’ll be calling the shots from ringside here in Ravenhill Stadium, Belfast in what promises to be a hell of a night of action, don’t you agree Kel?

[Doyley finally pays attention, ignoring the blemish on her pale complexion.]

Kelly Doyley: It’d better fucking rock, we’ve got action from every corner of the WWA, right boss?

Keiler: Certainly have, we’re hosting matches from OLW, AWA, OCW & WR. Not to mention the finals of the Summit and every WWA title being on the line. Competitors from UTA, HRW, ACW & WCWA are also booked. This show has it all.

Doyley: I’m hoping for blood, landlubber, you know that.

Keiler: Well I’m sure you won’t be disappointed, carrot top, there’s a lot at stake in every match tonight. I’ve wrestled at WWA PPV’s and you know if you are going to perform on one night every 3 months during your career, if you’re lucky enough to make the show, you perform on these shows. This is where the legends etch their name in stone, this is where stars can be born.

Doyley: So what guys are you looking at to catapult themselves to superstardom?

Keiler: That’s the thing Kel, every man on this show has that chance, only one or two will claim the opportunity. Seize the chance.

Doyley: Don’t park your posterior forever on the fence, landlubber, make a prediction. Go out on a limb.

Keiler: OK, well obviously I’d like for the WR guys to do well, but Jimmy Riley the guys been around the WWA a while, he’s got a chance tonight to push himself into the world title picture. It could be his night to hit superstardom. But there are allot of guys out there, who aren’t known too well outside their home region. This is their chance. Win it, or bin it.

Doyley: OK so, umm, what’s up first?

Keiler: First match on the show is an OCW Women’s Title Match. Janice St. Martins v Alexis Martinez.

Doyley: Want me to call ‘em out?

Keiler: No.

[Doyley frowns, usually, with the budget tight in the WWA’s Irish Region she not only calls the matches in her own special style, she also welcomes the competitors to the ring.]

Keiler: I don’t want you on double duty for the biggest night in the history of WR, my wife’s agreed to do the honors.

[With a wink & a hand gesture, Keiler ushers his wife Harjinder towards the ring.]

Doyley: I’m getting full pay, still, right?

[Clad head-to-toe in black leather, the slinky Asian woman enters the ring. Doyley wears a face of rage.]

Keiler: Kel, tonight you’re on triple time, courtesy of the World Wrestling Alliance.

[Doyley smirks.]

Doyley: OK, that works for me. But she’d better be good!

Keiler: She will be.

[Welcome to I-Wars everyone.]

[I'm proud to introduce to you the first and best thing you will see all day.]

[Enter Calib Wallace.]

[We see him stroll in with his best friend, and tag partner, Fury on his side. The both come clad in typical street clothes, with there gimmick bags over there shoulder's. They smirk as they notice a camera at there side.]

Wallace: What's up over there? I'm glad you could see something worth watching to get this party rolling. It wouldn't have been as fun if you would have gotten some jobbers like Khalid Jad or Thomas Bane to start you off.

Fury: Better yet, some yahoo’s like Sam Horrey or Code.

Wallace: Exactly, why would you wanna see a couple of guys that have belts that should be mine?

[Wallace nods to the camera, as the duo stops for a minute.]

Wallace: Tonight I'm going to make sure that nothing stands in the way of us taking over this industry. After we win, and take my AWA Title back from Horrey, Fury keeps his at his waist, and I get my point across with the Champion, whoever it may be at the end of the show, this is the night that the Team Wallace camp comes away.

Fury: Just make sure you all watch, because this won't be for the typical fan. This will be something to remember.

Wallace: Jad, Bane, once I win, and I show up later in some capacity, be it in the Main Event, locker room, next week, whenever, I will make sure you realize that you’re just holding The Wallace Heavyweight Title around your side. Remember that, because I'm not pulling any punches from hear on out.

[They continue to walk as Fury just stops and smacks his gum between his teeth, smiling at the camera.]

Fury: It's nice ain't it?

[He rubs his strap before smacking the gum once again and walking off screen.]

[Welcome to I-Wars everyone.]

[Welcome to the start of the Calib Wallace era.]

[Fade.]

[The sound of Megadeth roars through the Ravenhill Stadium, only a few know this sound from the land across the water. Only those few erupt in serious jeers. Soon enough the whole stadium is following suit, some are standing up ready with their arsenal of drinks and trash. Out steps The Dark Horse.]

[From his back pocket he retrieves his instrument of choice, the microphone. With a large grin he raises it to his face.]

“Tonight, at I-Wars you are going to see the greatest talent in the history of the WWA. Tonight you are going to see wars fought inside of that very ring, blood, sweat, and tears will soak that mat.”

[They all lower their weapons, boos and hisses.]

“Tonight you are going to see champions fall and challengers falter on their way to stardom. But…”

[His grin turns into a sincere look.]

“You will not see me in action.”

[He takes only a few steps towards the ring when Determined begins to beat from the speakers and out comes Sloan’s reluctant partner in crime… James… Alec… Xander. Mike begins to smile. He takes the mic from Mike.]

“TTO…”

[These two have been a team for a month now, defeating two of the top tag teams in WCWA including the WCWA Tag Champs. Xander continues.]

“You’ve ignored 80 Proof and all of their attempts at getting at your titles. For this I commend you, those two inbreeds hardly deserve to breathe. But, we are not 80 Proof we are two of the most lethal men that has ever walked down a WWA ramp… Mike is a Two Time World Champion and I am a former WWA TV champion in my own right.”

[This is the most Xander has ever been on the mic, and Sloan loves it.]

“Tonight we make our group public. TTO… You have no where to go. When we find you, when we finally get to corner you in that ring … your gold will become ours!”

[James hands the microphone back to Mike Sloan.]

“Well, James you’ve just spoiled part of my news for I-Wars, but none the less I will finish it up.”

[He pauses.]

“Tonight in Belfast, Ireland Mike Sloan is not scheduled to be on the card but what you will see is Mike Sloan bringing his fight to the front lines of the WWA.”

[He grins.]

“In the past months I have seen a superstar like Christian Light lose to an undeserving brat in Khalid Jad.”

[Boos erupt, they have been following this kid since his first day and they do not like the sound of Mike Sloan disrespecting one of the few heroes left in the WWA.]

“Tonight I will begin to educate the WWA on how to treat their veteran talent. Not to just toss us to the side because we have been the staple of the organization since it’s birth. But, to give us the respect we deserve!”

[He looks into the crowd. He drops the microphone.]

“TTO…WWA… Mike Sloan is back and he’s brought more demons with him this time around. Tonight, you will all meet my friends.”

[He tosses the mic to the ground and walks back.]

Keiler: “And now, we have word that current WR Emerald Isle Champion ‘Irish Fire’ David Paige has just arrived at the arena. He asked for a brief moment to speak to the crowd. We go to him now, live.”

David Paige is outside the arena, wearing his typical street clothes of a three-piece suit without a tie. His duffel bag is lying beside him. The buzz of the crowd can be heard from even this far outside, and the buzz get noticeably louder when the Irish crowd realizes Paige is on screen. He visibly smiles a little at hearing that. There is a brief pause, and the air can be heard whistling by.

Paige: “This is it, the beginning of the new chapter of David Paige and the Wrestling Republic. I am speaking here to two completely different audiences, and am thus forced to split my message into two to represent and respect these two factions. First, there are those fans who just now cheered when they saw my image, the Irish fans, the followers of the Wrestling Republic, that religiously dedicated element that has thus far bestowed upon me my success. Second, there are the fans from abroad, from the United States, from the world, who might know nothing about Irish Fire, or the Wrestling Republic. I will be speaking to you as well.

“To our already loyal fans, I want you all to pause for a moment and bask in the applause that is all around you. Because that is not just applause for the WR, but you all as well. We are equal in the spectacle, parts of it, cogs in its machinery, and when the machine has come to triumph, we are all part of the reward. The WR has been selected to represent the world-wide WWA at this PPV, this is the time for us, fans, performers, and backstage operators to put their all into putting on the best show possible for the world. You can have a guarantee that David Paige is going to be playing his part to the fullest to extend the glory of the WR.

“Which leads us to our second audience, the first-comers, the foreign audiences of the AWA, the ACW, the HRW, the UTA, the WCWA, the OLW, and the OCW who are here to see their heroes step up to the plate in our home turf. In coming to watch your champions fight and defend their glory, you will come to witness the glory of each other, but most of all, you will witness our federation. Tonight we have brought three of our finest competitors into this PPV to show off the skills inherent every week in the WR. Tonight, I will be facing Chris Egerton for the Emerald Isle title, in a match that will define the legacy of this federation. You will then see Jake Devins take the Double Crown title from Python.

“I hope you are all watching closely to these two matches because you are all going to be part of the machine. Welcome to the Wrestling Republic.”

v/o: "We are TTO and that is all you need to know."

That only means one thing, that the TTO is about to make an appearance in front of the capacity crowd making up Ravenhill Stadium. The first to appear are the world tag team champions of Terry Norris and Bobby Blood. As they stand there, soaking up the chorus of boos, it isn't long before Sean and Pamela Duke-Jackson also make their appearance.

With the tag titles firmly around their waist, Terry Norris and Bobby Blood are wearing blue jeans, black TTO t-shirts, and cowboy boots. Sean Jackson, who wasn't scheduled to wrestle decided to wear an Armani suit with the Texas Heritage Title over his shoulder, and Pamela an elegant evening dress.

As they make their way towards the ring, they ignore the boos and most importantly the insults that are being thrown their way. It had been a long time since the TTO made an appearance in Ireland, and they wanted to make this particular trip very special. Knowing that once they stepped into the ring it was going to get ugly, they decided to give this Irish crowd a good reason to dislike them.

As they stepped into the ring, Pamela Duke-Jackson takes out a house mic and begins talking.

Pamela: "So this is Belfast, Ireland?"

Cheap pop.

Pamela: "No wonder we avoided Ireland like the plague during our world wind tour."

Cheap pop turns to heel heat.

Pamela: "Why boo us? For the first time since the last time we were here, you actually have REAL CHAMPIONS to cheer."

More boos.

Pamela: "Yea, whatever. Anyway, the reason why we are out here is to show you people what legitimate champions look like. I mean, I've had a chance to look over the champions here in Ireland..."

She shakes her head in disappointment.

Pamela: "And I've got to say that we're not impressed. First off, you've got that 400 pound goof as your heavyweight champion..."

Obviously she's talking about John Henry.

Pamela: "Who couldn't spell the word cat if you spotted him the c and the a..."

The boos are now deafening. They love John Henry in Ireland.

Pamela: "But yet, there he is, the Wrestling Republic's Heavyweight Champion. Let me ask you people one simple question..."

She begins to pace as the rest of the TTO just stands there.

Pamela: "Just what ARE the standards to be a champion in Ireland? I mean, it's obvious that you only need to have a third grade education to be the champion here, but do you need to have a translator as well? I've sat back and tried to understand EVERY interview that John Henry has EVER given..."

She stops pacing.

Pamela: "But came to the realization that the only way to understand that retard is to be three sheets to the wind drunk. So if to be retarded is the only criteria that you people have, then anyone can be champion here..."

Now Pamela points back towards the TTO.

Pamela: "But that's NOT the criteria for the TTO. To be a champion in the TTO? You have to be strong, you have to be fast, and you have to be intelligent. But most of all, you have to be in possession of THESE..."

Terry Norris and Bobby Blood hold up the world tag team titles while Sean Jackson holds up the Texas Heritage Title.

Pamela: "Which is something that NOBODY in Wrestling Republic would EVER be able to get their hands on."

The TTO place their belts over their shoulders, and continue to look on with total confidence as Pamela continues to speak.

Pamela: "Not only that, but you people also seem to be confused on what football really is."

That sparks another huge uproar from the Irish fans. You might can insult their wrestlers, but don't insult their football.

Pamela: "What you people play inside this stadium is NOT football. It's not even remote close to football. It looks something similar to hockey, but without the ice..."

She stops, looking ready to correct herself.

Pamela: "Wait, how in the hell can I insult the sport of Hockey? Hockey is way more interesting than the crap you people play in here..."

Debris begins to fly towards the ring.

Pamela: "Do you people play ANYTHING around here that requires higher standards?"

She shrugs her shoulders.

Pamela: "I mean really?"

She looks over at Terry Norris.

Pamela: "Tell them how they are going to see true champions at work tonight Terry."

Pamela hands him the mic, and he wastes little time picking up where Pamela left off.

Norris: "James Keiler, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. As a former two time WWA world tag team champion, you should require a higher standard than what you have. I mean hell, Brother Smith and Adam Burke as tag team champions?

Terry gives an obvious smirk as he continues.

Norris: "What is with this sinner and saint tag team deal anyways?"

He shrugs.

Norris: "Is that just another way of saying that you don't know what the fuck you're doing?

Terry leans on the top rope.

Norris: "Or are you following in the same fashion of the WWA Championship Committee?"

We are sure that an elaboration is forth coming.

Norris: "I mean, when looking at the tag teams that the WWA has put in front of us, it's almost comedic on how we've run through each and every one of them. So much that we thought for sure that the WWA would use International Wars 2007 to put the biggest, baddest, most dominant tag team in the world against us..."

Inhale / exhale

Norris: "But instead, we get a tag team called the Conspiracy?"

There is a momentary pause as Terry doesn't say a word. He just stands there, letting that last statement sink in to the capacity crowd. After a few moments, he decides to continue with that thought.

Norris: "I-Wars, one of the biggest PPV's of the year, and we defend the belts against a team called the Conspiracy? Do you see NOW why we're harping on this whole low standard deal that you have here in Ireland?"

More boos.

Norris: "James Keiler, if I was you, I wouldn't even subject these fans to a world tag title match involving those guys. I mean, you know damn good and well that there's no way these guys could EVER defeat the TTO. We are the three best wrestlers in this business, and even though it is Bobby and I with the belts, if they think that a third member can just step in and cost us the belts..."

Terry points over his shoulder, and in the direction of Sean Jackson.

Norris: "Then they've got another thing coming. Because as was the case with the Southern Kingz, Team Elite, and every other tag team that thought they had what it took..."

Terry slaps the face plate of his championship belt.

Norris: "The numbers game will NEVER be against us. Give them a run down Bobby."

Terry Norris hands the mic off to Bobby Blood, who continues with the same message started by his tag team partner.

Blood: "Conspiracy, don't think for one second that you guys have anywhere close to what it takes. We were winning championships here in the WWA when you guys were still in the bush leagues, trying to figure out a wrist lock from a wrist watch. Besides, we've run through every great team that the WWA has to offer, and yet, here we stand, STILL world tag team champions. Now don't get us wrong, even we can appreciate a team who wants to show what they're made of..."

Bobby pauses for a moment, he wants to continue talking about the Conspiracy, but there is another tag team that he is thinking of...

Obsessing over...

Superiority Complex.

Blood: "But when you want to come out and start using our manager as some sort of side show, then that is where we start to develop a problem. Ryan Blasier, Evan Jansen, we know that you two bastards are either here at the stadium, or at home watching on PPV, so we have a message to send to the two of you..."

Did I say obsessing over?

Blood: "After we get finished destroying the jokes that we're facing tonight, we're going to start looking for you two. We are the best tag team in the world today, and no Johnny-come-lately's like you two are going to change a damn thing. Ryan Blasier, I know that not having a world title around your waist is bothering the crap out of you..."

Blood gives a sadistic smile.

Blood: "But if you couldn't guess, Terry and I don't give a damn about that. As far as we're concerned, you became a has-been the moment that you lost the world heavyweight title to Christian Light, and don't even deserve to be in the same ring with us..."

The smile quickly disappears.

Blood: "And as far as Ken Jansen's little sister is concerned, there won't even be enough of you left to challenge for anything. Evan, you've tried your entire life to measure up to Ken and you haven't been able to do it. Well, the next time that I step into the ring with you, I'm going to make sure that you never have to do it again. You've made a mockery of the Jansen name Evan, and I'm going to do Ken a favor by putting you out of his misery."

Confident that he got his point across, Bobby hands the mic off to Sean Jackson, who goes off on a tangent of his own.

Jackson: "Talking about low standards, I can't believe that Thomas Bane was given a world title shot at Khalid Jad."

As if you didn't know, Sean Jackson can't stand Thomas Bane.

Jackson: "I knew that this was Belfast, but for crying out loud, give us a freaking break. Out of everybody in the WWA, the championship committee agreed on Thomas Bane?"

It is borderline hatred.

Jackson: "Hell, why don't you guys just hand him the world title?"

It is easy to detect the frustration in Sean's voice. From day one of his arrival, Thomas Bane has been chosen over Sean Jackson in practically everything.

Jackson: "The WWA's been hanging on the jockstrap of Thomas Bane since his arrival, and I for one am sick of it. He's not done a damn thing for the WWA, but yet here they are, giving him a shot at the world title like he's actually deserved it. Well let me ask a simple question? Just what in the hell has Thomas Bane done for the WWA?"

With anger in his voice, Sean now begins to pace.

Jackson: "I'll tell you what he's done..."

He stops pacing.

Jackson: "Not a damn thing. He's not done ANYTHING for the WWA. So he was handed the Texas Heritage Title in OCW, which was the reason why he was chosen to receive a title shot at Jad in the first place. But now there is one little problem with all of that..."

Sean holds up said Texas Heritage Title.

Jackson: "I'm the God damned Texas Heritage Champion. So by right, that world heavyweight title shot at Jad should belong to me. Yea that's right, I said it..."

Sean hocks a loogie and spits it on the stadium ground.

Jackson: "The title shot should belong to me. But because of backstage politics, that Hawaiian little bastard still gets the shot. Well Bane, you had better hope that security isn't a little laxed, and someone slips into your dressing room without you knowing about it. Because the way that terrorism is today, you'll just never know when one of those Al-Qaeda guys are going to wander in and slit your throat..."

Sean gives that shit eating grin.

Jackson: "Isn't that right Khalid Jad?"

The grin disappears.

Jackson: "You are Iraqi, aren't you?

Sean shrugs.

Jackson: "Just wondering."

Sean flips the bird in the direction of the camera.

Jackson: "By the way, this wouldn't happen to be a ladder match, would it?"

With that, Sean drops the mic on the mat and the entire TTO leaves the ring.

[Danny Vicious stands against a plain wall. He's dressed for the ring already, with his black boots and black trunks with gold trim. There's now an Untouchables patch on the right thigh of his short trunks. Also, in replace of his usual baby blue Tar Heels jersey is an OLW Untouchables t-shirt. However, being the creature of habit he is, Danny is still wearing his silver Oakley shades, baby blue Tar Heels cap, and tucked up under the cap, his white bandana. To his left, Raj Patel stands ready with a microphone. Vicious looks down on Raj, only to smirk and look back up at the camera.]

Patel: Raj Patel here backstage at International Wars. I'm here with the number one contender to the OLW Heavyweight title, "The Sensation" Danny Vicious. Danny, tonight you step...

[Danny raises a hand to cut Raj off.]

Vicious: What the hell did you say your name was?

[Raj looks at Danny confused.]

Patel: Raj Patel.

Vicious: What in the hell kind of name is that?

Patel: Well...

[Vicious waves his hand at Raj again.]

Vicious: Wait. I heard the name Patel on a Russell Peters DVD. He was making fun of some guy for it. Apparently it's a very common Indian last name.

Patel: Yes, actually, it...

[Danny waves his hand again. Raj sighs.]

Vicious: It doesn't SOUND Indian. Don't Indian's have names like Crazy Horse and stuff?

[Raj chuckles.]

Patel: Actually, it's Indian, as in from India, not Indian as in Native American.

[Danny frowns.]

Vicious: Indiana? You don't LOOK American...

[Raj sighs again. He's laughing lightly, but probably also very frustrated.]

Patel: I'm not. I'm Indian.

Vicious: Whatever. You're just trying to screw with me because I'm Canadian. Let's just get this interview over with, ok?

Patel: My sentiments exactly. Danny, tonight you're facing Cole Christenson for the OLW title. After Cole beat you in the War Games match at End of the Line, do you have any direct plans to defeat Cole this time around?

Vicious: Well Raj, for one, I won't have been in the ring for what feels like an eternity this time. We both step into the ring fresh, and Cole can't handle that. Neither can these nitwit fans here in Belfast. You know, I used to know a guy from around these parts. Chris Redpath. Went by the wrestling name Mr. Dude. Probably quite popular around these parts.

[Danny slowly lifts the microphone from Raj's hand. Raj steps back, visibly unhappy by being pushed back during his interview.]

Vicious: See, Redpath had a dream. He called his dream "The Untouchables". Sure, there've been some copies, but nothing like Chris' group. Then, for no apparent reason, he bastardized his child. That's right. Mr. Dude, hero to all of Ireland, couldn't handle what he created. So he dumped it. And when he did, he took the part of me that fought for what the Untouchables believed in, and he dumped that too! REDPATH! IRELAND! Well let me tell you assholes something!

[Danny steps forward and removes his shades. His eyes blaze with anger, and he nearly stares a hole in the camera.]

Vicious: (whispering) We're back. We're back.

[Danny's voice gets progressively louder.] We're back. We're back! We're back WE'RE BACK WE'RE FUCKING BACK!!!! But only the best of the bunch! Only a group that can live up to the name Untouchable! ONLY THOSE WHO RIGHTFULLY SHOULD BE CARRYING THE NAME AND LEGACY ON OUR SHOULDERS!!!!!

[Danny begins bouncing up and down and laughing hysterically.]

Vicious: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OLW! COLE CHRISTENSON BEWARE! PYTHON BEWARE! HEIDI, RIPPER LONGSHANKS, CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED!! BEWARE! WFWA! THOMAS BANE! LONOPELE! CHRIS EGERTON! RIZZO! SOULTAKER! PSYCHO STEVE! CHRIS STRATFORD! TJ KILLINGBECK! SAM CARNAGE! CHRISTIAN LIGHT! RAJ FUCKING PATEL!!! BEWARE!!!

[Danny looks back at Raj and laughs again. Then he turns back to the camera.]

Vicious: But especially Cole Christenson, beware. Beware, Cole. Danny Vicious, the big, bad Danimal, is comin' for ya, baby. And tonight, you'll find out why, I am truly Untouchable.

[Danny turns and hands the mic back to Raj. Vicious laughs, pats Raj on the back, and walks off the screen. Raj adjusts himself accordingly and regains his composure, turning back to the camera.]

Patel: Ladies and gentlemen, "The Sensation" Danny Vicious.

[Raj lowers the mic and shakes his head as the camera cuts away.]

[The door swings open and Alexis Martinez walks out the door with a frown on her face. She walks over to Asian interviewer Raj Patel, who’s awaiting either of the Wrestling Republic’s stars in Chris Egerton or David Paige for an interview before their upcoming match. Alexis grabs him by his shoulder and spins him around like a top.]

Alexis: “I can’t believe it! Can you believe that stupid airport lost my luggage?”

[Raj has a blank look on his face as he doesn’t know what to say to her.]

Raj: “I’m sorry to hear that Ms. Martinez.”

Alexis: “Darlin’ don’t you call me Ms. Martinez! I’m not old; I’m still a young philly!”

Raj: “My apologies Alexis.”

Alexis: “Janice St. Martins, I reckon you probably had somethin’ to do with my luggage bein’ missin’, just so you know, tonight not only are you goin’ to have to watch out for that there bull rope, your also better be lookin’ for my fists!”

[Alexis holds up her clinched fists.]

Alexis: “I’m’ goin’ back in that locker room and I’m goin’ to tape up my fists, cause I’m goin’ to beat you to a bloody pulp tonight! This is going to be history makin’, you can bet on that!”

[Raj nods his head along with what Alexis’ saying just to make sure she doesn’t come after him.]

Alexis: “Tonight’s goin’ to be the downfall of your career here in Ireland Janice! If you can picture torture that’s nothin’ like what you’ll feel, I promise! So get ready to know who’s who in the OCW’s women’s division!”

[Alexis turns her back to Raj and walks back in her dressing room.]

Raj: “Well, I guess she’s on the warpath, or it’s just that time of the month.”

[The camera fades out.]

Keiler: Ladies and Gentlemen all around the world, I once again welcome you all to the 2007 edition of the World Wrestling Alliance’s International Wars.

Doyley: Did you know that if you bought a man a couple of rounds of Guinness around here, he’ll take you home for the night?

Keiler: And what would your boyfriend say about that?

Doyley: Uhh…I didn’t say I did it, I just heard it from some of the girls.

Keiler: Anyway, these ladies here have come all the way from Outlaw Championship Wrestling to bring you the OCW Stampede Women’s Championship Match between top contenders, “The Louisiana Wildcat” Janice St. Martins and “The Texas Terror” Alexis Martinez.

Doyley: The title has been vacant since it was stripped from former champion, Kali. Well, one of these two hellions is going to walk away with it tonight.

Keiler: But, it couldn’t be that simple. We got a vacant title and two women that just don’t like each other, so our boss decided to have them settle it in a good ole fashioned Texas Bull Rope Match.

Doyley: And if you have never seen our Lady Outlaws in a fight, you are in for a treat.

Keiler: Care to explain to the great fans of Northern Ireland what a Texas Bull Rope Match is?

Doyley: When two guys have some issues in the ring that need to be solved, they broke out this thick rope with a cowbell in the middle of it that has been known to split a few people open. You strap them on opposite ends of the rope and they keep going until someone gets dragged to all four corners or they get pinned. This will be the first time that two women have ever gone to the bull rope. This will not be pretty by any means.

Keiler: And here with us for this trip is the lovely Harjinder Keiler.

Doyley: Ok, ok. Let's get to it already

Harjinder: The following OCW Women’s Match is for the OCW Stampede Women’s Championship and will be contested under Texas Bull Rope Rules. Introducing first, she hails from Abilene, TX and weighs in at 124 lbs. She will be accompanied to the ring by Pamela-Duke Jackson, she is Alexis MARTINEZ!!!!!!!

[”What’s Your Fantasy Remix” by Ludacris explodes onto the sound system, as Alexis comes out wearing her white cutoff wife beater, cutoff blue jean booty shorts and black wrestling boots while being followed by Pamela Duke-Jackson. She waves at the crowd as she heads to the ring for her match.]

Keiler: Alexis looks ready for tonight. She definitely put in her time in the gym and looks hungry to win this match.

Doyley: I would think so. Alexis put Janice on notice by laying her out twice in back to back editions of Stampede. This is her time to shine.

Keiler: There’s just one problem. Alexis has yet to beat Janice in a match. That has to be running through her mind.

Doyley: But, with Pamela Duke-Jackson in her corner, Alexis has nothing to worry about.

Harjinder: And her opponent. Weighing in at 125 lbs and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana. She is "The Louisiana Wildcat" Janice ST. MARTINS!!!!

#CAN I GET A BIG HELL YEAH FROM ALL THE REDNECK WOMEN OUT THERE!!!!!

[After that voiceover, there's a loud cat's growl over the PA system as Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman" starts to blare throughout the arena. Then, to an explosion of cheers the curtain parts, and out walks the Wildcat holding the bull rope and smacks the cowbell against the barricade. She’s wearing blue jeans, black knee pads, a black/red tied-up "Hardcore Redneck" t-shirt, taped fists and snakeskin cowboy boots with her hair in a ponytail under a black cowboy hat as she smacks hands with the fans before stepping into the ring.]

Keiler: Janice has had nothing but this match on her mind. She wants to win the title in the ring instead of being handed to her. That says a lot.

Doyley: Yeah, it says that she is a damn moron. How can one just reject free gold? Janice didn’t have to beat Kali for it. She should have just taken the gold and run.

Keiler: That’s not Janice’s way. She has never run from a fight and she’s not going to start now. You knock her down, she will just keeping getting up to fight some more. That’s why she was the very first OCW Women’s Champion and she might very well be the next Women’s Champion tonight.

[Janice takes her cowboy hat off and throws it to the ring attendant while she calmly paces around while one ref straps one end of the rope to the wrist of Alexis while the other ref finally hooks the other end to Janice as the bell rings.]

[Ding…Ding…Ding!!!]

[Alexis looks around while Janice just looks very pleased. Alexis tries to grab up some slack but Janice buries a boot to the midsection before dropping a forearm over the neck and shoulders. Janice connects with another forearm that drops Alexis to one knee. Janice picks Alexis up by the hair and connects with a vicious breast edge chop before she whips her into the ropes and goes for a big boot but Alexis ducks under and comes back with a spear.]

Keiler: Alexis better go for more offense than that or Janice is going to turn her into an Irish Carbomb on the road somewhere.

[Alexis gets on top of Janice and pummels away at the face of Janice. The ref tries to pull Alexis off of Janice but Alexis continues to fire away with right hands until she backs away. Janice takes a moment or two before getting back to her feet when Alexis grabs the cowbell and waits for Janice to get to her feet before nailing her in the forehead with the cowbell.]

Doyley: DING DONG!!!

Keiler: It didn’t take Alexis too long to go for the cowbell and Janice is hearing bells now

[Janice tries to get back to her feet when Alexis nails her with another shot to the forehead before going for the cover.]

1...

2...

Doyley: Janice kicks out of the first pinfall attempt.

[Janice kicks Alexis off of her and tries to get to her feet. Alexis hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Janice grabs Alexis by the throat and throws her into the near corner before she pummels away with lefts and rights to the face before whipping her into the opposite corner and taking her up and over with a back drop. Janice grabs the rope and wraps it around Alexis's throat and twists.]

Keiler: This match is nothing but a brawl and that is right down Janice’s alley.

[Pamela violently smacks the apron while the ref checks on Alexis since she is starting to turn blue. Janice drags Alexis over and tags the first corner.]

Ref: ONE!!!

Doyley: If Janice can tag all four corners, she'll be taking the Women’s Title home with her...

[Janice drags Alexis over to the second corner and tags that one.]

Ref: TWO!!!!

[Janice goes for the third corner but Alexis tries to fight back and Janice turns and stomps away at Alexis before she picks Alexis up. Alexis fights out of the choke and comes back with numerous kicks to the midsection while the ref just waves the tags off. Alexis comes back with a breast-edge chop of her own that backs Janice up. Alexis goes for another chop and Janice just ducks out of the way when Alexis kicks low in the midsection and doubles Janice over.]

Keiler: There’s going to be a pissed off Wildcat in about five seconds.

Doyley: More than likely.

[Alexis grabs the rope and wraps it around Janice's throat before pummeling away with the cowbell to the forehead. Alexis finally lets go and hits the ropes before connecting with a flying forearm and goes for another cover.]

1...

2...

[Janice kicks out while she gasps for air.]

Keiler: Looks like Alexis drew first blood on Janice.

Doyley: Yes, Janice is definitely cut on her forehead.

[Alexis gets to her feet and walks over and tags the first corner.]

Ref: ONE!!!

[Alexis quickly makes it over and tags the second one.]

Ref: TWO!!!

[Alexis goes for the third corner but Janice pulls on the slack on the rope and continues to pull Alexis towards the center of the ring until Janice gets to her feet and charges in with a clothesline, stopping the count.]

Keiler: What was Alexis trying to do?

Doyley: It wasn’t a bad idea. Choke her out with the rope and go for the cover. If you don’t get it, speed tag the corners while your opponent is trying to get their wind back. Pamela has schooled her well.

[Janice picks up a stunned Alexis and throws her to the outside where she quickly follows her and nails her in the jaw with an uppercut while Alexis continues to walk away. Janice yanks on the rope and pulls Alexis into a big boot to the face. Janice looks around and grabs a steel chair before smashing it over the back of Alexis.]

Doyley: I guess Janice likes her chairs al dente’ or something.

Keiler: Shut up!!

[Janice drops the chair and picks Alexis up and delivers another uppercut to Alexis before she pulls Alexis over to the announce table.]

Keiler: I should have figured that they would come over here eventually.

[Janice smashes Alexis headfirst into the table before she backs up and grabs the rope. Alexis tries to stand up when Janice charges in and clotheslines her with the bull rope. Janice wipes away some of the blood from her cut before she continues to stomp away on the skull of Alexis before grabbing another steel chair. Pamela tries to sneak up behind Janice when Janice turns around and takes a swing as Pamela narrowly ducks. Janice waits for Alexis to get up before plastering her in the head with the chair. Janice throws the chair in the ring and grabs the cowbell before smashing it in the forehead of Alexis.]

Keiler: Janice is definitely using that cowbell to her advantage.

Doyley: I must admit that this is kind of interesting. That cowbell is harsh on a woman’s skull.

[Janice spots a camera and pulls Alexis's face into the camera to shows the blood flowing from a cut over Alexis' right eye. Janice throws Alexis back into the ring and follows behind her before climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Alexis tries to get back to her feet while she continues to stumble around before turning around and catches a flying Janice with a powerslam out of nowhere and goes for the quick cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

Keiler: DAMN!! THAT WAS OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!

[Janice kicks out while Alexis slowly gets back to her feet and goes for a wild swing but Janice just sidesteps it and grabs Alexis and brings her down with a side Russian legsweep. Janice leans over and hooks the leg for the cover.]

1...

2...

Doyley: That was close.

[Alexis somehow gets her shoulder up while the ref holds up two fingers in the air. Janice picks her up and whips her into the ropes and goes for a backdrop but Alexis flips over and goes for a clothesline but Janice ducks underneath and runs Alexis into the ropes once again. Janice connects with a back elbow as Alexis goes down hard. Janice picks up Alexis by the hair and whips her into the ropes again and follows her in with another clothesline and sends her over the ropes.]

Keiler: If Alexis doesn't do something, she is going to become Janice's bitch.

[Alexis lands on the ring apron while Janice climbs over the ropes and grabs Alexis by the hair but Alexis comes back with another kick to the midsection and grabs a side headlock and connects with rapid fire punches to the temple to the cut in the forehead of Janice. Alexis grabs Janice and runs her into the ring post. Alexis wipes away some of the blood from her face and wraps the bull rope around Janice and ties her to the ring post and pulls as hard as she can.]

Keiler: Alexis is definitely trying to survive in this match but she has to keep the pressure on her.

[Alexis finally lets go while Janice slumps down to one knee. Alexis walks over to the Timekeeper's table and swipes another chair and measures before taking a swing but Janice ducks under and Alexis gets nothing but ring post while she drops the chair in painful agony. Janice gets back to her feet and connects with a right hand to Alexis and follows with another and gets the remaining of the rope off of her neck. Janice turns Alexis around and grabs a one handed choke before she slams her down to the ground with a choke slam.]

Doyley: What was that about surviving? Because Alexis just got choke slammed back to Texas. There are some thin mats out here but that had to hurt.

[Janice climbs up to the ring apron and plays up to the crowd before she goes for an elbow drop but Alexis rolls out of the way at the last moment. Alexis gets to her feet and quickly stomps away at the head of Janice before picking her up. Alexis shoots her into the steel ring steps as Janice’s back just smacks the steps hard. The crowd is on its feet while Alexis charges in and connects with a basement dropkick that dazes Janice.]

Keiler: Alexis and Janice are showing the world that the women of OCW have as much guts as any man.

Doyley: Guts, yeah, but not too bright.

Keiler: Nothing ventured, nothing gained. If you want to get to the top, you got to fight for your chance.

[Pamela cheers on as Alexis picks up Janice and rolls her back into the ring and quickly follows her in. Alexis climbs up to the second turnbuckle and waits for Janice to get up before leaping off with a missile dropkick to the face of Janice. Alexis goes for the quick cover.]

1...

2...

Keiler: Janice with the kickout. I don’t know how much energy she has left with the loss of blood.

[Janice gets the shoulder up while Alexis argues with the ref about the count. Janice slowly sits up when Alexis sees her out of the corner of her eye and hits the ropes before hitting a running neck snap on Janice. Alexis quickly goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

[Janice gets the shoulder up once more when Alexis goes for the leg and locks on an ankle lock, but Janice turns over and kicks Alexis off of her. Alexis picks up Janice and whips her into the ropes and goes for a dropkick but Janice holds on to the ropes as Alexis hits the mat hard. Janice picks up Alexis and throws her to the outside. Janice quickly follows her and slams her head against the barricade. Janice grabs Alexis and repeatedly slams her head into the barricade. Janice starts looking around for something and grins when she looks at the table sitting at ringside. Janice picks up Alexis by the bull rope and chokes her with it. Janice lets go of the choke and points to the table. Janice picks up Alexis and tries to throw her onto the table but Alexis comes back with a side Russian legsweep out of nowhere. Alexis gets up and pummels away at Janice with vicious rights to the forehead.]

Doyley: These two are not backing down one inch. This is Alexis’ chance if she can take it.

[The ref tries to get the women back into the ring when Alexis throws Janice onto the announce table and climbs up on top of the table to continue the punishment. Alexis tries to pick Janice up but Janice grabs her by the jean shorts and throws Alexis off of the table.]

Doyley: Janice just continuing to show that ring experience.

[Janice grabs a waist lock and drops Alexis face first onto the announce table. Alexis is trying to gain her balance when Janice delivers a kick to the midsection and follows up with a DDT to the floor. Janice grabs Alexis and throws her into the ring and rolls in afterwards. Janice grabs the slack and wraps the bull rope around Alexis' throat and tries to choke her out before whipping her into the near corner and pummels away with right hand after right hand. Pamela Duke quickly climbs up to the ring apron and screams at Janice. Janice backs off before connecting with a hard right hand to the face of Pamela.]

Keiler: I think that will keep Pamela from trying to get involved in this match.

Doyley: That was not even called for. Janice had no reason to strike Pamela like that.

[Janice catches a thumb to the eye from Alexis. Alexis goes for an Irish whip but Janice reverses the whip and sends Alexis bounces off the ropes. Janice back body drops her onto the mat. Janice goes for the pin.]

1…

2…

Keiler: ALEXIS KICKS OUT!!!

Doyley: That was a close one!

Keiler: Janice almost won the OCW Women’s title for a second time!

[Janice picks Alexis up. Alexis swings wildly as Janice ducks. Janice locks her arms under Alexis’ and goes for a backslide. The referee goes to count.]

1…

2…

Keiler: ALEXIS ROLLS OUT TO THE SIDE!!!

Doyley: Another close move by Janice!

[Janice kicks Alexis in the stomach and hooks her up for a vertical suplex. Janice turns it into an inside cradle. The referee makes the count.]

1…

2…

Keiler: ALEXIS KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!

Doyley: What a great match so far!

[Janice looks at the referee, thinking it was a slow count. Alexis pulls the bull rope, turning Janice around and she levels her with a lariat. Alexis goes for the pin.]

1…

2…

Keiler: JANICE GETS HER RIGHT SHOULDER UP!!!

Doyley: Wow, Alexis Martinez almost just won her first major title! She could be as great as Misty Xiao was a few years ago!

[Alexis can’t believe it; she starts banging on the mat with both hands. Realizing her stupidity she quickly crawls over to Janice and starts landing right hands to her head. Janice gets her arm in the ropes as the referee starts counting.]

1…

[Alexis fires another right into Janice’s head.]

2…

[Alexis grabs the back of Janice’s head with her left hand and pulls it towards herself. Alexis starts biting the bloodied forehead of Janice.]

3…

4…

Keiler: ALEXIS RELEASES HER HOLD ON JANICE!!!

Doyley: What is going on here?

Keiler: These ladies are going to do whatever it takes to win this match!

[Alexis moves Janice closer to the corner. Alexis climbs up to the second turnbuckle and back flips off. Janice rolls out of the way, but Alexis lands on her feet. Janice rolls out of the ring and onto the arena floor.]

Doyley: That was smart thinking by Janice!

Keiler: I can’t believe Alexis isn’t going out to the floor and going after Janice! What is that girl thinking?

1…

2…

[Alexis goes over to the corner and allows Janice to attempt to get back in the ring. Janice bends over to get in the ring.]

WHAPP!!!

[Alexis slaps Janice on the back with the gathered up rope she had in her hands. Janice falls over the second rope and lands on her back in the ring.]

Keiler: That was a real wallop!

Doyley: That’s going to leave a welt on her back!

[Alexis goes over to the downed body of Janice and picks her up. She leans her on the ropes to keep her balance; she wraps the bull rope around her neck. Alexis gets her up shoulder high and has her in a fireman’s carry. Alexis move her feet quickly and drives the back of Janice’s neck into the top turnbuckle. She comes on out and drops Janice down with a Death Valley Driver. Alexis goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

[Janice just barely kicks out while Alexis makes it to her feet and catches Janice with a quick shot to the ribs. Janice goes for a right but Alexis blocks it and grabs Janice by the hair and takes her straight down to the mat with a face slam and goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

[Janice gets the shoulder up while Alexis slowly gets to her feet and tries to figure out how to put the Wildcat away. Alexis grabs Janice and sends her face first into the turnbuckle as the fans could here that smack all over the arena. Alexis starts jawing away at Janice as she repeatedly smashes her head into the turnbuckle as Janice stumbles away bleeding more from the forehead. Alexis grabs Janice and takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker and follows up with a cover.]

1...

2...

3!!!!

Doyley: ALEXIS HAS DONE IT!!!!

Keiler: NO!!! Janice gets the shoulder up.

[Alexis drags Janice over to the first turnbuckle and tags it.]

Ref: ONE!!!!

[Alexis walks over and tags the second corner.]

Ref: TWO!!!!!

Keiler: Alexis is halfway to winning her first title.

[Alexis stomps away on the fallen Janice before dragging her towards the third corner and tags that one.]

Ref: THREE!!!!

Doyley: One more corner and we will have a new Champion.

[Alexis makes her way towards the fourth corner but Janice is blocking it with everything that she's got. Janice finally counters with a southpaw lariat as both women go down. The ref waves off the count. Alexis finally sits up as Janice is getting to her feet. Janice goes after Alexis with a clothesline but Alexis ducks and tries to lift Janice up and slams her down to the mat with a big bodyslam as the fans jump on their feet. Alexis grabs the cowbell and holds it high before she mounts Janice and beats her forehead in with the bell.]

Keiler: Alexis is fighting with everything she's got but can she put Janice away?

Doyley: Both women look like hell but they are still going.

[Both women lay there for a few seconds and in extreme pain. The ref goes and checks Alexis to see if she can still go and nods yes. The ref goes over to Janice and checks on her and she shoves the ref aside and gets back to her feet. She picks up Alexis and slings her to the outside while Janice goes outside and stomps away at Alexis who cannot defend herself. Janice wipes some of the blood off of her face as she picks up Alexis and rams her head into the steel post. Janice delivers another boot to the head before she grabs Alexis by the ears. Janice lifts Alexis up and rams her back first into the barricade as she drops her onto the floor. Janice grabs Alexis and throws her back into the ring and follows her in. Janice picks up Alexis but Alexis counters with a small package.]

1...

2...

Doyley: KICKOUT!

[Janice kicks out and stomps away at Alexis once again. Janice goes over to Alexis who gives her a desperation right hand to the midsection and follows up with another shot but Janice knocks Alexis back down to the mat with a tremendous uppercut. Janice whips Alexis into the ropes and catches her with a spinebuster. Alexis slowly rolls out of the ring as Alexis continues bleeding from the mouth as Janice gives the signal that it's over. Pamela runs over and slips something into her hands.]

Keiler: Rolling out of the ring was Alexis’ only chance.

[The ref continues to check on a very bloody Janice when Pamela slips Alexis a bottle of tex-mex sauce. Janice steps by the ref and tries to pull Alexis in by the rope when Alexis blasts Janice square in the face with the bottle.]

Keiler: OH MY GOD!!!!!

Doyley: The Texas Terror strikes again.

[Janice grabs her face in agony when Alexis crawls back and goes for the cover and hooks the legs.]

1...

Keiler: NO WAY!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!!

2...

Doyley: I SMELL A NEW CHAMPION IN THE AIR!!!!

3!!!

[The bell rings as the ref raises Alexis’ hand in victory before awarding her with the OCW Stampede Women’s Championship.]

Harjinder: The winner of the match and NEW OCW Stampede Women’s Champion, “The Texas Terror” Alexis MARTINEZ!!!!

Doyley: Janice gave it her best but Alexis just wanted it more.

Keiler: I don’t think we have seen the last of these two.

[The ref is calling for EMT’s to the ring to check on a seriously injured Janice St. Martins while Pamela Duke-Jackson raises the arm of the new champion for all to see.]

Doyley: This had to be one of the craziest Women’s Matches yet!

Keiler: It certainly was, and this was just the opener! We still have a whole entire card to work through!

Doyley: Certainly a good start.

[The door swings open as Calib Wallace steps through.]

[Inside the locker room, Thomas Bane is glued to the television as he watches the Desperate Housewives season two DVD. Calib smiles at the screen, seeing that he too had missed this episode. Excitedly, he rushes in to get a better view.]

Wallace: [to himself] "Sweet."

[Finally Thomas Bane notices another man's presence. This causes him to hurriedly press the ‘power’ button on the remote and turns around sporting his best macho expression. Calib shrugged and puts on his game face as well. ]

Wallace: “What the fuck were you watching?”

[Bane shrugs.]

Bane: “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

[Wallace holds out his palm and shakes it back and forth.]

Wallace: “Naw, hold up. Seriously, what was that?”

Bane: "Desperate Housewives, the television series.”

Wallace: “Bro, that’s lame. Isn’t that some women soap opera? You watching that before your World Title match?”

Bane: “It’s big in Hawaii.”

Wallace: “I’m sure it is, bud. Anyway, you’re right, we haven’t met. I’m Calib Wallace.”

[Thomas Bane stands and extends an open palm. Calib cracks a sly smile as Thomas withdraws the offer of friendship.]

Wallace: “No thanks. I’m not here to make friends, Bane. I just wanted to look you in the eye, just in case you manage to win that title.”

Bane: “Fair enough. You done here?”

Wallace: “Just about. I want that World Title, Bane. So if you win it, you’re looking at your future opponent.”

[Calib Wallace turns and heads towards the exit. Just before he reaches the door way…]

Wallace: “Just remember, Bane, I’ll do anything from now on to win it.”

[And just like that, Calib Wallace leaves the challenger to the World Title.]

Bane: [mumbles to himself] “The least he could have done was close the door on his way out.”

[The scene switches to the parking lot. Rizzo is in his street clothes and he is walking into the arena. He is doing his best to ignore the fans that are lined up behind steel guardrails. However, one kid catches his eye. The kid is a 14 year old boy in a wheelchair who also has an IV strapped into him. The kid’s mother is by his side, and she seems excited that Rizzo is walking over to them.]

Rizzo: What’s happening?

Mom: Oh! Rizzo, thank you very much! My boy chuck is a big fan of yours!

Rizzo: Hmm, really?

Chuck: Absolutely! You’re the funniest guy in the WCWA! Plus, you’re the best wrestler there is today!

Rizzo: You’ve got that right on both accounts. So, what will it be?

Chuck: I was hoping you’d be able to autograph this picture of you!

[The excited kids hands him an action photo of Rizzo applying the Shocker to some poor, hapless victim.]

Rizzo: Sure thing kid!

[Rizzo reaches into his bag and he pulls out his Sharpie. He writes something down, perhaps a personalized message since it’s taking longer than a simple signature. Rizzo grins a bit as he finishes signing the picture. He hands the picture back to Chuck who hugs it.]

Chuck: THANK YOU! YOU’RE THE BEST!

Rizzo: Thanks and enjoy.

[Rizzo turns and he walks towards the arena entrance. On his way, it’s obvious he’s trying to hold in a good, hearty laughter. Chuck turns the picture around to read it. Tears start to flow as he reads the message. It is as follows:

“Chuck,

Fuck off and learn how to walk.

Rizzo.

P.S. Now THAT’S funny!”

[Chuck’s mom sees the message and her face turns read with anger. She looks towards the entrance that Rizzo recently disappeared into.]

Mom: YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD! YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!!!

[The mom takes the picture and she tears it up. She spins herself and Chuck around, and in a big huff she leaves the scene. The scene then cuts back to the ringside area.]

[Elsewhere, Jimmy Riley is apparently just getting to the locker room...but is clearly surprised by the sight in front of him;

[Billy Coles and Bubba Hayes, HRW's "The Confederacy", and Riley's personal bodyguards/hired guns, have already broken into the celebration stash. Needless to say, both are drunk, and Bubba is particularly ornery.]

Bubba Hayes: 'EY MAN, IT BIG BOSS! HOW YA DOIN' YA OL' JACKASS?

[Bubba crosses the room, a beer in each hand, and pauses for a second to figure out which hand should hold both while he slaps Jimmy on the back; he settles on the right, but drops one anyway. Billy, on the other hand, simply tilts his beer toward Jimmy Riley and speaks a bit softer.]

Billy Coles: Hopin' ya don' mind there, Misteh Rileh, but Bubba 'n I decided...eded t' dip int'eh the lick'er.

Jimmy Riley: Uh...don't worry about it. There's...plenty more where that came from, I...I think. Besides, good for you guys to be in this kind of mood. I'm surprised you're here, but...I don't want you guys showing up later.

[Bubba Hayes gets indignant immediately, and this time speaks without Billy stopping him.]

Bubba Hayes: YA DON' WANT US AT YER PAR-TEE?

Jimmy Riley: Now Bubba, I didn't mean that...I meant during the match! I can handle this fatass on my own, don't you two worry about me. You sit back here, try not to drink...uh, too much beer-

[Bubba has stumbled back to his seat, and proceeds to trip over Billy.]

Jimmy Riley: -And apparently I'm too late for that. But still, sit back here, enjoy the show, and I'll be back later.

[Riley drops his bag in a far corner from the Confederacy, and walks out of the room, off to do whatever it is people do to get ready for big matches.]

[Jim Beam and Jack Daniels are seen walking in the back of the arena. They approach a door that is marked “WCWA Locker-Room”. They look at one another.]

JB: “You ready to do this?”

JD: “Just like old times.”

[Jim throws his head back and laughs.]

JB: “Yee haw!”

[They walk through the door and walk to the front of the room. The camera takes a position in the back. There is loud chatter all through the room as each wrestler prepare for his match or promo still to come tonight. It’s a big night for the WCWA, and everyone wants to do their best. Jack tries to get everyone’s attention.]

JD: “If I could have your attention please?”

[No change.]

JD: “Guys, could you listen up here a second. This will only take a minute.”

[Still no change]

JD: “Guys! Shut up!”

[STILL nothing. Jim waves Jack off and says quietly.]

JB: “Soultaker, if you would please.”

[The giant Soultaker rises and without a word, stares everyone into silence. He looks enormous tonight….and scary as hell.]

JD: “Now, as we were saying, this will only take a minute. You guys have been talking about this for weeks. This is a great opportunity for you guys who are on tonight’s card to make a name for yourself. Those of you cutting promos tonight, this is your chance to show people who you are and what you’re all about.”

JB: “But understand this. There are a lot of people out there who don’t like us. Starting with Jad, and all the way down to you, homo.”

[Ed “The Hobo” White quickly corrects him.]

EW: “That’s ‘HOBO’.”

JB: “I know. I wasn’t talking to you.”

[Everyone turns and looks at Allen Young, who waves and blows kisses. Jack shudders before he continues.]

JD: “There are a lot of people who hate guys like us, Hunter, Harris and Jenson for things we’ve done in the past. They hate Vince even more for what his old BWA used to do the WFWA on a regular basis. They would like nothing better than to screw us tonight, or injure us if possible.”

JB: “The plan is simple. Gang mentality. If they fight one of us, they have to fight us all. There are guys in this room we don’t particularly care for. There are guys in this room who don’t like us.”

JD: “Like Sloan over there, who’s been giving us the finger since we walked in. We understand, Mike, and at Riot, we have no doubt you’re going to try to knock our heads off. All I’m saying is keep family business at home. Let’s go out there tonight and show the WFWA what it means to get CRUNK!!!”

JB: “Good luck with your matches tonight, and we got your backs.”

JD: “And no Ed, we didn’t steal your Mad Dog so shut up about it.”

[WCWA Star Noah Hanson and his manager Karen are backstage as they take in the fact that they are in a stadium that they have never been in before.]

Noah: Belfast, Ireland, what a place!

Karen: This sure is a beautiful place.

Noah: Do you think that people really know that leprechauns are really all over the place?

[Karen shakes her head in amazement at the comment.]

Karen: Don’t start.

[Noah stops and looks under a tarp and seems to be looking under it for something.]

Karen: What are you doing?

Noah: (from under the tarp) Looking for leprechauns!

Karen: There are no such things as leprechauns!

Noah: (in mock shock) Shut up! There is one in WCWA right now!

Karen: What?

Noah: Yeah, he calls himself Rizzo though. (Noah pulls something from under the tarp) Here it is.

[Karen looks a bit confused]

Karen: What?

Noah: I told you I have proof that leprechauns exist and here it is.

Karen: (rolls eyes) Gimme that!

[Noah hands Karen a box. She looks at the front and sighs]

Karen: It’s a box of “Lucky Charms”.

Noah: But look at the picture.

[Noah points to the picture of the leprechaun]

Karen: You pasted Rizzo’s’ head over the leprechauns…

[Noah shakes his head in disagreement]

Noah: How could you accuse me of such a thing?

[Karen peels off the head of Rizzo]

Karen: That is why!

[Noah tries to look shocked]

Noah: How did that happen? I swear I didn’t know anything about it.

Skylar Kelly: Where have I heard that before?

[Noah turns to see his longtime friend and former tag team partner standing there. Noah smiles slightly and then turns to his friend and extends his hand to him. Skylar looks at Noah and then the hand and then extends his own to Noah and they shake hands firmly.]

Noah: It’s been a while old friend.

Karen: That is an understatement.

Skylar: Well, we both have been doing our own things and because of that it takes both of us to different parts of the world. But anyway I got your invite to come here and well here I am. Are you booked or anything?

[Noah shakes his head no.]

Noah: Actually I am here to watch a match that I have a vested interest in.

Skylar: A title match?

Noah: Yep, you game for a wrestling show, all the grub is on me.

Skylar: Free food, sign me up.

Noah: I wonder if we can get some Guinness beer around here.

Karen: I think we might be able to find something.

Skylar: So who we watching?

Noah: Two leprechauns and a flaming homo.

Karen: What did I tell you.

Noah: Sorry, two leprechauns and a heterosexually challenged male.

Karen: That’s better.

Skylar: Let’s go find some beer.

Noah: Hell yeah!

[The three head off to find some beer as the scene fades.]

Harjinder: Ladies and gentlemen! Our next contest is for the WCWA Gold Rush Title! Already in the ring is the first Gold Rush Champion ever and he is Hunter Hill!

[Cheers for the former Champ from the fans.]

Harjinder: Coming to the ring and standing at 6’ 5” and weighing in at 235 pounds….he is also a former WCWA Gold Rush Champion. He is “Gorgeous” Allen Young!

[Hit Me Baby One More Time by Brittany Spears hit’s the arena as Allen comes out in a school girl outfit skipping to the ring. Allen has his up in two pony tails as he sucks on a lollipop as he heads toward the ring. As Allen comes to the rope he slowly bents over as he goes through the middle revealing he is wearing a thong to the crowd in the front row.]

Keiler: That’s nasty!

Doyley: That’s GAY!

Harjinder: Oh my God! What a sight! Now making his way to the ring, he is the current WCWA Gold Rush Champion. He is RIZZO!

Keiler: Where in the hell is the champ!

Doyley: I don’t know, but Allen Young isn’t waiting on him to show up. He just slapped Hunter Hill and executed a knee to the midsection and followed up with a quick knee lift.

DING

DING

DING

Keiler: The ref has called for the bell and this match is officially on its way. I don’t know were the champ is, but if he wants to keep his title, he better show up soon.

Doyley: I know that’s real. Young whips Hill to the corner and follows him in with a spinning heel kick and Hill falls out of the corner and flat on the mat. Young with a slap on the ass of Hill and begins to belly dance while standing over Hill. Hill reaches up and rolls Young into a pinning position.

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Keiler: Young kicks out with a shocked look on his face. Hill is up and as Young turns around Hill lands a lariat out of nowhere and levels Young. Hill pulls Young to his feet and executes a snap suplex.

Doyley: Hill is going to take this guy to school. Hill is a vet of this sport and he knows how to get the job done. I’m still wondering where the champ is.

Keiler: Your question has been answered. Rizzo comes walking down the aisle without the title. Didn’t he get rid of it saying he didn’t need a title to prove he was the champ?

Doyley: I think he did. That might not sit to well with Vino, or should I say Vince Webb Sr.

Keiler: Yea, he may wish he had kept that title even if it were made of plastic. Rizzo is making slow walk to the ring, but the action continues inside the ring. Hill has Young in a bear hug, but Young counters out by kissing Hill on the cheek.

Doyley: Hill shoves Young off and Young comes back with a left jab. Right jab. Left jab. Right…..Hill blocks the right and fireman carries Young over and applies an arm bar. Hill is twisting harder and harder as Young screams out in pain.

Keiler: Rizzo has finally made to the ring and he’s just standing on the apron, watching the action. Young pulls his way to the ropes and grabs on. The ref calls for Hill to break the hold. Hill breaks and hops up quickly and races toward the ropes and comes off with a flying forearm, but Young ducks it.

Doyley: Hill hits the mat and Young quickly climbs the turnbuckles and executes a corkscrew leg drop across the back on Hill. Young goes for a cover.

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Keiler: Rizzo hops in the ring and nails Young with an elbow across the back to break the count. Rizzo pulls Young to his feet and nails a double under hook backbreaker on Young.

Doyley: Hill is getting up and Rizzo stomps his right hand and then his left hand. Rizzo with a soccer like kick to the sternum of Hill that knocks the air right out of Hill’s lungs. Young is still feeling the effects of that backbreaker, but he has enough to get to his feet and catch Rizzo with a drop kick right in the mouth as he turns around.

Keiler: Young with that tremendous drop kick, but he didn’t help his back any. Hill is slowly getting to his feet. Young points to Rizzo and suggest that he and Hill work together. Hill and Young charge Rizzo as he’s getting to his feet and they execute a double clothesline that sends Rizzo over the top.

Doyley: Young grabs Hill’s ass and Hill delivers a kick to Young and levels him with a DDT. Hill gets up and backs up to the ropes. He comes off the ropes and drops a knee across the back of Young’s head. Rizzo is pulling himself back up on the apron, but Hill sees him and charges toward Rizzo. Rizzo is hopping back on the apron as Hill baseball slides and knocks Rizzo back off and to the floor. Young is up to his knees and trying to shake off the cobwebs. Hill climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and waits for Young to get up. Young turns around and Hill leaps off with a Thesz press and begins laying the lefts and rights to Young.

Keiler: Young is trying to cover up, but the massive blows from Hill are almost too much to cover up from. Rizzo has made it back up to the apron and he’s just leaning there smiling at the damage being inflicted by Hill on Young.

Doyley: The champ is smart. He didn’t come out until later and now he’s just watching these two go at each other. Hill sees Rizzo and hops up and charges over. Rizzo waits and grabs Hill by the head and drops down and drapes Hill over the top rope. Hill’s neck comes across the rope and the rope slingshots him back into the ring.

Keiler: Young has gotten to the ropes and sees Hill on the mat. Young pulls Hill to his feet and whips him to the corner. Young goes to the opposite side and charges in and nails a broncobuster on Hill. Rizzo has come into the ring and catches Young with a slingshot suplex. Rizzo begins to stomp away at Hill in the corner until the ref pulls him off. Rizzo turns and walks right into a dragon suplex from Young.

Doyley: Young is furious and he’s on top of Rizzo and he’s laying on the slaps.

Keiler: Slaps?

Doyley: Yea, look he’s slapping Rizzo! This is………Hell I don’t know what to say.

Keiler: I do………GAY!

Doyley: Hill is getting back to his feet and he comes over behind Young and nails him with a kick to the back. Young leans his head back in pain from the kick and Hill executes an inverted neck breaker on Young. Hill pulls Rizzo to his feet and whips Rizzo to the ropes. As Rizzo comes off the ropes, Hill drops down and grabs Rizzo around the waist and hoists him up and executes a hot shot off the ropes.

Keiler: Hill covers Rizzo!

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Doyley: No! Young makes the save, by kicking Hill in the kidney area. Young pulls Hill to his feet and nails him with a European uppercut. Young comes back with another European uppercut, but Hill retaliates with a hook to the mid section.

Keiler: Hill with a full arm drag and twist and follows up with an elbow across the arm that he attacked earlier and Young is screaming for his mama.

Doyley: Hill could have injured a tendon in that arm or broken it. Whatever he did, Young is not a happy camper. Rizzo has gotten to a knee as he sees Hill going for a cover.

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Keiler: No! The count is broken by Rizzo, as he pulls Hill off Young. Rizzo goes for a short arm clothesline, but Hill ducks and counters with a T-bone suplex. Young is nursing his arm in the corner when Hill charges over and catches a boot to the face from Young. Hill tries to shake it off and comes in hard again and Young gets the boot up again. Hill staggers back and Young flies out of the corner with a cross body block.

Doyley: He can’t capitalize, because he landed on that arm that Hill has seemingly injured. Rizzo is up and slumps over in the corner waiting for someone to attack.

Keiler: Looks like he’s just gonna let Hill and Young battle it out to me. Hill rolls over and tosses his arm over Young.

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Doyley: The count is broken as Young plays dirty by kissing Hill and causing Hill to roll off him. Hill gets to a knee and pulls Young up with him. Chop block from Young!

Keiler: Open hand chest pop from Hill! Another Chop block from Young! Right punch from Hill and it rocks Young!

Doyley: Hill getting to a standing position and pulls Young to his feet. Hill swings Young with an Irish whip to the ropes. Hill goes for a backdrop, but Young leap frogs over. Rizzo comes out of the corner with a lung breaker on Hill.

Keiler: Young comes off the ropes and Rizzo is there waiting with a monkey flip on Young. Young comes down hard on his back and that injured arm. Hill is rolling in pain from that lung breaker move of Rizzo.

Doyley: The champ seems to have a plan in effect. He’s working the backs of both men. This could be the beginning of the end. Rizzo pulls Hill to his feet and executes a belly to belly suplex into the turnbuckles. He’s focused on that back area and he’s not letting up.

Keiler: Rizzo lays a Young under the turnbuckles so his back is up against the steel post. Rizzo hooks Young’s legs with one arm, the chin with the other, and he pulls back. He puts uses his feet to push outward to apply more pressure on the back. This guy is relentless.

Doyley: Hill’s trying to get up, but his back is giving him hell. The ref makes Rizzo break the hold on Young, but the damage has already been done. Rizzo goes to hop up on the apron and Hill damn near in a full stagger, happens to get a shoulder block on Rizzo and knocks him off the apron.

Keiler: Even that hurt Hill as the jar from his body contacting Rizzo’s sent a sharp pain down his spinal column. These men have taken it to each other tonight for this Gold Rush match.

Doyley: Yes they have and they are still putting out their best. Hill is down on one knee in the corner. Young is trying to pull himself up in the turnbuckles. Rizzo’s head just peaked over the apron as he’s trying to get back into the ring.

Keiler: The damn ref didn’t issue a ten count, because he was to busy playing nursemaid to Hill and Young.

Doyley: He had to check on their condition, to see if they could continue on. Hill charges Young and slams him into the turnbuckles, adding further injury to Young’s back. Hill staggers back and Rizzo leaps on the top rope and goes for a flying clothesline, but Hill falls or ducks under. Rizzo crashes and burns on the mat.

Keiler: Hill goes for a cover on Rizzo.

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Doyley: DAMN! How in the hell did he do it? Young gave all he had to push off and nail Hill with an elbow in the small of the back. Young made the save, but at what expense? He can’t make the cover either.

Keiler: The ref is issuing a standing ten count.

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Doyley: Rizzo is moving a bit.

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Keiler: Young is trying to pull himself up on the ropes.

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Doyley: Rizzo is up and he grabs Young and whips him to the ropes. Rizzo leans over for a backdrop, but Young stops and kicks him in the chest. Rizzo stands in pain and Young clotheslines Rizzo.

Keiler: Hill is up and he bounces off the ropes and nails Rizzo with a leg drop. That was the wrong move Hill! The impact jarred Hill’s back and he can’t capitalize on the move. Young gets up and pulls Rizzo up. Young gets up with a go behind and a standing big wiggle on Rizzo and goes for a belly to back suplex.

Doyley: Rizzo with a leg between Young’s legs and blocks the move. Rizzo reaches down and pulls Young’s legs quickly, causing Young to hit the mat hard.

Keiler: Rizzo drops a knee across the injured arm of Young. He pulls Young to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but follows him in and dropkicks Young over the top rope and to the floor.

Doyley: Young goes over to Hill and pulls Hill to his feet. The ref is checking on Young. Rizzo delivers a low blow to Hill and then executes an inverted atomic drop.

Keiler: Rizzo goes for his signature move. The humbler…………Rizzo has it applied and Hill’s back is already in severe pain.

Doyley: The ref is asking Hill is he wants to tap, but Hill refuses. Young is trying to get back in the ring, but his arm and back are in bad shape.

Keiler: Hill can’t take anymore and Hill taps. Hunter Hill taps out!

DING

DING

DING

Harjinder: The winner and still WCWA Gold Rush Champion…………RIZZO!

Keiler: What a match!

Doyley: This isn’t over between these three men. Rizzo retained tonight, but all of them gave it their all.

[The chattering of the crowd quiets considerably as a camera fades in just outside of a door somewhere in the backstage area. Raj Patel stands calmly next to it, checking his microphone. After a moment, he looks up and smiles into the camera.]

Raj: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! If you’re just joining us now, the action is already well underway here at WWA International Wars. There’s still plenty of mayhem ahead including the much-anticipated Summit Finals match and the Rite of Passage four-man Elimination match. Also to come are championship defenses from several of the WWA’s fine regions as well as all three of our inter-regional championships being put on the line! Speaking of which, I’m about to speak to the up-and-coming young high-flyer who rocked the wrestling world when he recently captured the WWA Double Crown Championship on behalf of Old Line Wrestling…

[A sizeable pop goes up from the fans, drowning out his next couple of words]

Raj: …calls himself Python and he’s done a hell of a job opening eyes as of late. At the ripe age of 19 years old, this kid has already seen an unreal amount of success and is only getting hotter as his momentum builds. He is scheduled for his first title defense tonight against the ruthless Jake Devins. We’re going to see if we can get a few words with Python and see just what this guy is all about.

[Raj knocks on the door. A few moments of silence pass before he knocks again. The crowd begins to murmur impatiently as he frowns and puts a hand to his earpiece.]

Raj: Hm… my sources tell me he hasn’t left his room. I hope everything is ok. He’s probably just preparing for his match tonight.

[He quickly jiggles the doorknob and appears surprised as the door pushes right open. After a moment of hesitation, he awkwardly walks into the dimly lit dressing room, peering cautiously to both sides. The camera picks up the faint sound of music coming from somewhere in the room.]

Raj: Err… Python?

Python: Yea? Come in.

[At the sound of Python’s voice, Raj walks all the way into the room and turns, looking for the young Double Crown Champion. Suddenly, the look of puzzlement vanishes from his face and is replaced with a smirk.]

Raj: Well… this is different.

[The crowd bursts into laughter and applause as the camera enters the room and pans to the side to reveal Python standing dramatically on top of the arm rest of a couch, the Double Crown belt around his waist and his fingers flying frantically over a Guitar Hero controller. Not about to break his concentration, Python glances over at Raj and then quickly into the camera before turning his attention back to the game, feigning sudden panic.]

Python: Oh good. Whole world is now watching. Pressure’s on. Better hit star power.

[He boldly flips the guitar up and behind his head, sticking his tongue out and shredding to the synth-driven sound of Freezepop. Raj waits patiently for him to finish the song, clearly amused. After another 25 seconds or so, the words “you rock!” flash across the screen. Python hops down from the couch, grinning proudly at his 93% score.]

Raj: Umm. Well done.

Python: Thank you. And not to brag or anything, but…

[He slips the guitar strap over his head and tosses the controller onto the couch, turning to look into the camera with mock superiority.]

Python: That was on “expert”.

Raj: I see. Most impressive.

Python: So what can I do for you?

Raj: Well, in addition to asking you a few general questions I was hoping to see how you were preparing for a match as big as your defense against Jake Devins later tonight. I certainly wasn’t expecting Guitar Hero.

Python: And why not?

Raj: Well…

[He looks incredulously into the camera and then back at Python before stating the obvious.]

Raj: It is a video game.

Python: Hey, don’t knock it man. You’d be surprised. A lot of guys do the whole “RAHH LET’S GET PUMPED!” thing before every match. Pushups, jumping jacks, running laps, ice baths… whatever. It works for them, so fine. After a lot of trial and error, I’ve found that the easiest way for me to get “in the zone” is to just relax before my matches. My biggest problem is that I usually have too much on my mind, you know? Listening to music or reading a book will work wonders for that. However, it’s rare that I get such a sweet room with a Playstation-compatible television. Figured I should probably take advantage of it.

Raj: Well um.. I suppose that makes sense. You can certainly “shred” those “jams” pretty good, huh? Haha.. rock on!

[Python forces a chuckle and nods politely. A painful silence rings through the arena as the crowd sadly shakes its collective head.]

Raj: Ok, moving on. I have a couple of topics I’d like to address.

Python: Go for it.

Raj: As far as many WWA fans are concerned, you completely came out of nowhere and lit up the Double Crown division. Old Line Wrestling is a fairly recent addition to the World Wrestling Alliance. Not many fans from regions outside of your own were familiar with you or your past accomplishments. Although your title win was an inter-regional match, it still took place on your home turf, so to speak. How does it feel to be here in Ireland representing a relatively unknown federation against Jake Devins, a man who has already captured the Double Crown championship several times and has made it a point to try to get in your head as of late?

Python: Well my friend, I am ecstatic. There’s no other way I can possibly put it. Aside from the fact that this is my first time in Ireland and I am enjoying it profusely, Old Line Wrestling is my home and I couldn’t possibly be any prouder. We’re representing pretty strong here tonight and I’m confident that by the end of the night we’ll be walking out of here with two WWA championships. It’s an honor to hold this the Double Crown title in the name of the OLW and I don’t plan on letting it go anytime soon. As I’ve said before, Jake Devins talks a pretty big game. He’s cocky, he’s successful, and he’s intense. He’s won the DC Title before… but here’s the thing. He hasn’t won it from me. I plan to promptly and effectively shut him up tonight in beautiful Belfast.

[Cheap pop]

Python: Because as we ALL know by now, his last Double Crown loss was a bit controversial. He goofed up and got himself disqualified or something, I don’t know. He’s been telling the story to every ear he can find, but it’s difficult to pay attention to what he says after a while, you know? No matter. I’ll pin him fair and square tonight and there will be nothing for him to bitch about anymore except how his bones ain’t healing quick enough.

Crowd: OHHHHH!!!!

[This prompts a smirk from the young high-flyer]

Python: Yea, that’s right. I said it.

Raj: Bold words, young man. Very bold. In relation, you happen to have a very unique and daring style in the ring. Frankly, I’ve been following your matches and just when I think I’ve seen it all, you show me something completely new. Do you believe that your creative approach to the art of high-risk offense is what distinguishes you from the rest of the lightweights in the wrestling business? Is that what puts you on a different page?

Python: Err… I dunno.

[Python awkwardly looks down at his toes]

Python: I don’t really do it on purpose. I just do whatever comes naturally to me in the ring. If I see a chance to change up a classic move to catch my opponent off guard or an opening to do something unexpected, I’ll take it.

Raj: Yes, and we got a good taste of that in your recent victory over Brian Fisher and TC Jagger, who is rumored to be in attendance here tonight.

Python: Really? TC Jagger is here?

Raj: According to reports.

Python: In Ireland!?

Raj: Indeed.

Python: Wow. I really have to give him credit… he’s serious about coming for this strap.

[He pats the DC belt.]

Python: As far as Jagger goes, he’s a hell of a fighter. He’s got a lot going for him and his head is totally in the right place. I look forward to squaring off with him again someday.

Raj: Excellent. Well, I’m receiving word that the time has come for the show to continue. Thank you again for…

Python: Wait! One more thing.

[He looks into the camera.]

Python: I’d like to take this opportunity to wish Cole Christenson the best of luck in his OLW Heavyweight title defense later tonight against that recently-established piece of shit Danny Vicious. He may think he’s “Untouchable” when he’s with his buddies, but he’s nothing without them. Show him the lights, C-man. If his thugs show up…

[He takes a moment to pause and crack his knuckles]

Python: Well, let’s just say I’ll be more than happy to even the odds again.

[Fade out.]

“You‘re just making mistakes left and right, now aren’t ya kid?”

[A voice comes from the blank screen, a slight laugh following.]

“First you ignore my warnings that you should not take my belt. But you did it any ways. Then, right when I think it can’t get any worse for you, you open your fat mouth and challenge me to a hardcore match.”

[The screen fades up to one, Jake Devins. He sits calmly on top of a crate, his feet dangling off the ground. He’s shirtless, clad in only a pair of jean shorts. He smirks slightly the camera as it fades up, narrowing his eyes as he continues to speak.]

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t accept, Python? Did you honestly think I would pass up the chance to take things a step further and destroy you even more than I had been imagining? No...even as naïve as you are, you couldn’t possibly have thought that Jake Devins would back down from a hardcore stipulation.”

[A chuckle.]

“Honestly kid, I don’t know what you’re problem is. To think you can stand toe to toe with Devins in a hardcore match is just flat out insane. I mean, look at the facts kid. Learn from the past. Many men and women have tried to do what you’re going to try and pull off tonight. What happened to them?”

[A pause.]

“Times up. They got fucking destroyed, Python. Put back in their place where they belong, in a hospital bed. Tonight will be no different, kid. I will take back what is rightfully mine. I will flat out destroy you and make you realize that you DON’T fuck with Jake Devins.”

[A slight smirk.]

“Whether you want to believe it or not.. Whether you want to look at the evidence or ignore it like you’ve constantly ignored me.. The fact remains. The Double Crown championship is MINE. Hell, not only am I the champion, I’m the motherfucking division and the sooner you realize this, the better your chance of survival.”

[The scene fades out.]

“You’ve brought this pain unto yourself, Python.”

[We switch backstage where we see Dean Hobkirk walking backwards and forwards across the hallways.]

Hobkirk: Man, I'm bored. Someone better hurry and cheer me up.

[Dean looks around absentmindedly. He keeps glancing at a nearby monitor, seemingly waiting for a match to begin so he at least has something to watch.]

Hobkirk: I wonder who's down the corridor.

[With that said, Dean begins walking down the corridor towards a set of dressing rooms. There's some technical guys running around, but they're all too busy to speak with the bored superstar. Hobkirk keeps walking, looking from door to door. Finally, Dean spots someone. He half jumps, smiling now. He immediately rushes to the black and baby blue clad wrestler with his back to Hobkirk.]

Hobkirk: Danny!

[No response.]

Hobkirk: Yo, Danny man!

[No response again. Dean, appearing frustrated, tries once more.]

Hobkirk: Hey Danny...

[The full frame of the 6'9 baby blue and black clad superstar swings around sharply. Hobkirk stops about an inch from the chest of the number one contender to the OLW Heavyweight title. Danny Vicious eyes Dean suspiciously. Even with his silver Oakley shades covering his eyes, his expression is visible. He's frustrated at being bothered by someone. Dean chooses not to care. After all, he's a pro wrestler too.]

Hobkirk: Look man, I just wanted to say good luck to you ahead of tonight’s match...

[Vicious bursts into laughter. Not uncontrollable or anything, but a deep, hearty laughter. Dean crunches his face up at the response. Vicious notices and stops laughing.]

Vicious: Listen, pal. I don't know who the hell you are, and quite frankly, I don't give a damn. Now, it seems like you took the time to learn enough about me that you feel confident approaching me. Good. It shows you know how to respect your superiors.

[Hobkirk opens his mouth to speak, but Danny raises his hand to silence him.]

Vicious: Hush, boy. It seems you haven't learned how to ADDRESS your superiors. Don't speak unless you're spoken to.

[Dean, almost visibly fuming, takes a step back from Danny and stares him right in his eyes. Danny just smirks.]

Hobkirk: Look, man. I was just going to wish you good luck, but if you're going to be a PRICK about it...

[Danny rips his shades from his face. Now it's his turn to fume.]

Vicious: What the hell did you just call me, you little gnome? Like I said, I don't know who the hell you are...

Hobkirk: I'm Dean Hobkirk. And I'll tell you something else, Mr. Number One Contender. I am NOT afraid of Danny freakin' Vicious.

[Danny slaps his forehead. Dean watches, confused. Danny turns back to Dean with a slight smile. He also puts his shades back on.]

Vicious: I get it. Christenson hired you to try and psyche me out. Look buddy, my time is very valuable. So take the money Cole gave you, and get the hell out of my face.

[Hobkirk steps towards Vicious. He glares at Danny with a defiant stare.]

Hobkirk: Move me.

[Danny lowers his chin to his chest and sighs.]

Vicious: Well... ain't gotta tell me twice.

[As soon as the last word left his lips, Danny steps forward and completely walks right through Hobkirk. Dean stumbles back against the wall from the force, but quickly regains his footing and watches Danny Vicious saunter off down the hallway. Dean balls his hands into fists and seethes at the figure as we fade to black.]

Keiler: “In just a few minutes, we will be seeing one of the highlights of the night, the Wrestling Republic Emerald Isle Heavyweight Title fight!”

There is a loud pop from the audience

Keiler: “Let’s go backstage to ‘Irish Fire’ who is in his locker room getting ready for the match.”

David Paige is now in uniform, doing some basic cardio exercises to get his heart rate up for the match. He stops upon noticing the camera’s focus on him, deciding that he has probably prepared enough. Despite his confidence, he is clearly a bit nervous. He knows how important this match is.

Paige: “Wrestling Republic, to a great extent, will depend on who is going to win the match that will take place only minutes from now. It is the conflict of a patriot versus a rebel, for control both of the narrative of the individual, and of the narrative future of the federation for which they fight. When I returned to the ring six months ago, I did so without any idea that half a year later I would be the champion both of the gold and the spirit of the Wrestling Republic. It was for more selfish reasons. A little money, a chance to improve my new philosophic curiosity. It was my plan to remain around the mid-card, to linger in the same realm that first frustrated me into retirement. And now, here I am.

He takes the title and fastens it around his waist.

“I know that I have little choice but to win this match, for both myself and the federation. If I lose tonight, I will have forever proven myself to be unworthy of being champion, both in the past and in the future. To be defeated here would to make me a paper champion, a weakling propped up by the federation to act as an icon of rebirth. It would be the utter removal of the idea of ‘competition’ from the spectacle, taking it solely into the realm of performativity. This would, in turn, cause the WR to lose its respect as an athletic federation of Sports Entertainment, and merely a format of entertainment. Egerton wants to destroy the WR, and if he wins, I cannot but feel as if he will succeed.

“This is the pinnacle of spectacle, as it is a meta-spectacle, a second and analytic spectacle that combines and overrides the individual spectacles of every federation that is competing tonight. The audience is a new organic form, the WWA in a very real physical body. The metaspectacle of International Wars will judge each federation by its performance tonight, and each federation’s judgment will be delivered based on the performance of its competitors. Egerton and I were selected even before the title was put on the line, as we were seen as the icons of the federation. It was only when winning the title that this new perspective overtook the previous narrative.

“So, it is my double responsibility to represent the Wrestling Republic, both as its champion, and as the body of technical skill that can be expected by every competitor within our federation. Loyal fans of the Wrestling Republic, tonight is our night, and I will not let any of you down. I will defeat Egerton, and I will display the proud legacy of this title and all that it stands for. For you new fans, new viewers, go get your snacks right now, take that bathroom break, but be back in five minutes. Because you are about to witness the machinations of the spectacle in its grandest form. This will not be something you will want to miss.”

# BOOM

# BOOM

[A purple haze covers the entrance area as "We Run This" by Missy Elliot blast over the sound system. Purple and green lights circle the curtains as the music get's louder and louder.]

# We run this

# Boom

[Tuba's pumping it up during the chorus.]

[The band section is blasting as the curtains shuffle for a moment.]

V/O: I bring you greetings from the Dirty South. Hotlanta, Mobile, Vicksburg, New Orleans, Shreveport, Dallas, Houston. We're taking OVER!

[As the music continues to blare, the lights begin to move faster and faster until they come to a stand still in the middle of the entrance ramp. The curtains fly open and out step Malik Johnson, Vince Webb Jr. and Mustafa Johnson. The collective force of Southern Uprising make their way out to the ramp with grins on their faces that would stop a Mac Truck. Malik has a mic in hand and motions for the fans to quiet down.]

[Fans are booing even louder.]

Malik: I wouldn't expect any type of respect in Ireland. I'm not green enough for you lucky charm bitches.

[Fans have turned up the booing.]

Malik: Whatever.....whatever! You wouldn't know greatness if it walked up to you and slapped the hell out of you. I didn't come out here tonight to talk to you lima beans anyway.

[Malik smirks as he prepares to speak over the chorus of fans.]

Malik: If you people have elevated yourselves to cable or Direct TV, I'm sure you have seen us taking the OCW by storm. The Sex Symbols have packed up and high tailed it to the WCWA. TTO found out that Southern Hospitality is all you need to know.

[Fans begin tossing items at the trio.]

Malik: Hey you, keep your moms big ass panties under your pillow! Then if that wasn't enough, The Southern Kingz found out that you don't mess with real mofo's from the South.

Ask Jeremy how his neck is doing?

[Malik laughs as he passes the mic to Vince.]

Vince Jr.: So this is Ireland! It's even smaller than I though it was. No wonder you people over here have dreamed up the Loch Ness monster. Between Ireland and England, there's not a damn thing that would make me want to visit either place, with the exception of old nessy.