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[Black screen, white text.] It begins, tonight, in Kentucky. [A drum beat begins.] It ends in Manitoba in two weeks. Thirty-two Competitors... Eight Teams... Two Alliances... One Champion... The World Wrestling Alliance in conjunction with the National Wrestling Alliance proudly presents: 
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[Arena, popping fans.] BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! [Pyro's aplenty emerge from the aisle that leads to the ring.] [Scan around the arena, fans ballistic, signs everywhere.] Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-BOOOM [Pryro's shoot from the ring posts, as we find 'Downtown' Darren Kiebler & Angus Skaaland behind the announce table.] DDK: Welcome everybody to Summer Games day 1, I'm Darren Kiebler alongside my long time partner in crime Angus Skaaland, and if you're not wetting your pants right now, with excitement your not a wrestling fan. AS: I'm a wrestling fan and wearing pampers just in case. DDK: *laughing* Well tonight someone will begin there path to glory and join the 5 men already lucky to have been immortalized for all eternity here in the WWA. AS: It's a once year event folks and the list of winners, it's exclusive to say the least. DDK: Syn took the first one, at the rebirth of the WWA Chilli took the second. AS: At the greatest event in the history of Wrestling, Summer Games III Eric Dane defeated all. DDK: Since then Dane's one it again, Ulfric & Mike Bell have also been inscribed as legends to the World Wrestling Alliance. AS: But we've got to add a new name to that list this year. DDK: Correct, none of the former winners are involved tonight, or at least not scheduled to compete. AS: I heard Dane was here, wouldn't be surprised if Bell was to. DDK: Me either. AS: And as a side issue to all that there's the small matter of the World Heavyweight Title match, Blasier defends against Henry. DDK: That'll take us into the early hours of the morning, let's give these people a quick run down of the teams on show tonight. AS: Get to it. [Fancy graphics, Quartered screen, face in each box.] [Team NWA. Bane, Durney, Cross, Mimic.] DDK: Our friends from the NWA have sent in a team they think can take this Thomas Bane, Jack Durney, Tyler Cross & Mimic, they'll take on the home town hero's of the AWA. [Team AWA. Inferno, Twisted, Danger, Matthews.] AS: Lot of pride at stake, the AWA guys will not want to go down in front of their home fans and they won't be wanting to give the NWA any bragging rights over the WWA, but it's gonna be tough. One region against an alliance. DDK: Agreed. [Team AFW. Hitchens, Hellbilly, Jimbo, Blue.] AS: AFW are here, and they're doing there thing. DDK: It'll be interesting to see what the latest WA region has to offer the Games. AS: Hellbilly, Harry Blue, OMJ & Hitchens… Erk move along. DDK: They face another outside team and again they're representing the WWA. Their opponents are somewhat of an unknown quantity, KingPRO have a good reputation. [Team KingPRO. Cashaw, Duran and Maldito] AS: It'll be interesting to see how these guys perform, personally I've heard great things about these guys, but can they get the job done in the ring. DDK: How Cashaw, Duran & Maldito get on is unknown the team already weakened as Fusion & Hoju have pulled out, only to be replaced by Anders Duran. AS: Let's get to the meatier stuff. DDK: They don't get more meaty than this OCW versus theStage. [Team TheStage: Fisher, Wynkoop, DeBough, Mandrake.] AS: Word. DDK: The only team that has two former World Heavyweight Champions are punching hard here, Mandrake & Fisher two of the most easily recognizable faces in the world of wrestling. AS: And they joined by two cruisers that can go. DDK: OCW don't have the same hype, the same fanfare reception but they certainly won't be backing down. [Team OCW: Granger, Zahn, Jordon, Kayne.] AS: OCW might not have superstar status right now but this is the place where reputations are made and crushed. DDK: Yeah. For Zahn, Granger, Kayne & Jordon this could be the place where they become household names. AS: Word. DDK: Then we have WMW versus BACW. [Team WMW: Light, Storm, Riley, Mara.] AS: Now talk about a team with experience here in the WWA, this is them. Light's been a top notch performer for many, many years. DDK: And Storm's seen & done it all. Mara's got the experience needed and they're joined by the rising star of WMW, Jimmy Riley. AS: But what about the Bad Ass guys, they won't be caring fro any reputations. DDK: They certainly won't. [Team BACW: Riel, Righteous, Natas, Spectre.] DDK: Another new addition to the WWA, and again, little is known about these guys, but that means that they'll be here to make a name for themselves. AS: My Summer Games tip for one to watch is on this team. DDK: Who's that? [Fade flashy graphics.] AS: Righteous, I've seen him in action before, solid competitor. DDK: Well lets hope you haven't put the kiss of death on the guy, Righteous is joined by Natas, Sepctre & Beil. AS: Pick a winner right now. DDK: Of Summer Games? AS: Yeah. DDK: You put me on the spot to pick a winner I'll go with Bane. AS: Traitor. DDK: I'm calling it as I see it. AS: Me, I'm saying Fisher. DDK: Ohh-Kay, well we're starting proceedings here tonight with a local regional match to get the fans excited, the AWA tag titles are on the line between the UnNatural Disasters and the Headliners.
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[The camera shows Sean Jackson standing in line, the next person to walk through the door, and into the arena housing Summer Games. As he hands his ticket to the girl, he has a frown on his face.] About time I get into this damn place. You know I have stood in this line for a better part of two hours? [She begins to speak, but he cuts her off] You dumbass hicks should have a separate line for celebrities, so we shouldn't have to wait in line like everyone else. [She just rolls her eyes, as if she has just come across the real life Al Bundy] girl: Let me guess, you once scored three touchdowns in a high school football game. [Sean begins to say something, but stops. He has made it to Summer Games and he isn't going to let some bitch ruin the night for him. He simply walks on through as the camera begins to follow him. He is heading to his front row seat, right there at ringside, where he has other plans for tonight.] The WWA is going to find out that they made a huge mistake by letting a talent like me slip through their fingers. The ACW slipped into obscurity, the IWX fell into financial ruin... [He smiles] But yet, here I am, alive and well, and about to retake my rightful place in the world of professional wrestling. [He is almost at his seat when he sees the back of someone, someone who looks strangely familiar.] What the ? [He gets to his seat, and sees the last person on the face of the planet that he wanted to see.] [ "The Natural" Mike Bell ] What in the hell are YOU doing here? [Before Mike gets to say anything, Sean Jackson loses his temper] OH HELL NO [He hops over the guard rail and angrily climbs into the ring. He motions for someone to bring him a mic, which has completely befuddled Mike Bell, who was simply sitting in his seat, watching the action like everyone else in the arena. Once Sean has the mic in hand, he begins his rant.] I'm so fucking sick and tired of this shit. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, there always seems to be someone there, someone to try to hold me back. [He walks over to the ring ropes, directly in front of "The Natural" and begins to point.] Namely you Bell. I just want to know, what in the hell is it? What is it that makes YOU so god damned important, and ME, nothing more than just a piece of crap under the shoe of the WWA? [This is something that Mike didn't anticipate, all he wanted to do was just watch Summer Games, for the first time as a fan.] For months I sat there, wanting the WWA to give me a fucking legitimate chance in this business, but all they wanted to do was let geriatrics like you take up all of the match spots. Well you know what Bell? I'm not going to be held back any longer. I'm here, right now, to call your ass out. I want you, right here, and right now. [The camera switches to Mike Bell, who simply smiles and shakes his head no] What is the matter Bell? you were all prepared to face that piece of shit Terry Woods, but when it comes to me, you say no? [Mike's refusal only pisses Sean Jackson off even more] I DEMAND JUSTICE BELL!!!!! [Sean is now screaming, veins sticking out from his neck] I DEMAND JUSTICE FROM EVERYONE!!!! [He halfway climbs through the ropes] GET YOUR ASS IN THIS RING BELL, OR I'LL COME OUT THERE AND GET YOU!!! [By this time, someone has brought a mic out to "The Natural", who tries to calm the situation down.] Look Sean, why don't you just cut with the dramatics. The only reason I'm here is to see John Henry challenge for the world heavyweight title. If your problem is the fact that I'm sitting on the front row, then I'll be more than happy to move to another location... [He smiles] Perhaps in the back, where I can watch with the rest of the VIP's. FUCK YOU BELL!!! [Sean Jackson is now completely standing on the ring apron, just in front of Mike Bell. You can tell that his mind is racing, and now he knows that he has the right game plan to get Mike Bell into the ring.] Either you get your ass into this ring, Or I'll mow over everyone man, woman, and child until I get you in this ring. [Mike looks to his side and sees several young children nearby. With as much as Sean Jackson is ranting and raving, he is concerned that Sean may be serious with the threat. With that, Mike stands up, and begins to make his way to the ring. Sean, now smiling has now stepped back through the ropes and prepares himself. Once both men are standing in the ring, Sean Jackson fires off first.] You don't know how long I have waited for this moment, to finally get you in the ring, to finally destroy you, to put you out of my misery. [However, Mike Bell has different ideas] I'm sorry Sean, but it isn't going to happen tonight, and it isn't going to happen ever. You see, I have retired from the sport of wrestling, but not completely, not yet. When I came back to the WWA more than three years ago, it was because I wanted a shot at the WWA World Heavyweight Title... [Sean cuts him off] Enough of the bullshit Bell. I'm so sick and fucking tired of the same old tired story about that fucking world title belt. It makes me want to throw up everytime I have to hear it. We all know about the blah, blah, blah story about you and that damned belt, all it makes me want to do is just ram my foot down your throat. [Sean thrusts his finger into the chest of Mike Bell] And tonight, I'm going to do just that [Mike swats his hand away, and that causes Sean to step back a tad] Don't put your hands on me Sean, don't you EVER put your hands on me. I'm not going to put up with your crap tonight. Like I said, I'm here to watch John Henry's match and nothing else. Why don't you just have a seat, in your bought and paid for seat, and enjoy the rest of the show. [He turns to walk out of the ring, but Sean grabs his shoulder] What's the matter Bell? You don't want to fight me because I'm not some puppet like Terry Woods? [Bell shrugs him off and keeps walking towards the ropes.] Your son's a retard Bell [That stops him in his tracks. Which was exactly what Sean Jackson wanted.] That's right Mike, your son is a fucking retard. [Mike Bell turns, takes a deep breath, then walks back towards Jackson.] Let me see Sean, you couldn't get onto Summer Games without purchasing a ticket, so out here you come... [Mike Bell stops, wow, there is now a smile on his face] In the same manner that Terry Woods came out months ago, looking for a sure fire way to get a match at the grandest stage of them all, right here at Summer Games. [Bell is now standing nose to nose with Sean Jackson] Well, I'm here to tell you one thing Sean. I've got one more match left in me, one more match with the opponent of my choosing. One more match, in a series of matches that I have had throughout my entire career, with top notch competitors, and championship calibur athletes... [Now Mike Bell is the one pointing the finger] And just like Terry Woods, you too, aren't worthy enough to be in the ring with me at Summer Games. [With that, Mike Bell finally exits the ring. He is halfway up the ramp when Sean Jackson finally recovers from Mike Bell's last statement.] YOUR SON IS A RETARD!!! [Mike Bell turns and smiles] And your nothing more than a cheap rip off of Terry Woods. I'll have my final match Sean, but it sure as hell won't be against a shock jock like you. [With that Mike Bell exits behind the curtain, leaving a deranged Sean Jackson still standing in the ring.] GET YOUR ASS BACK OUT HERE BELL!!!! DAMNIT BELL, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!! [Security starts heading to the ring] YOUR WIFE IS A WHORE!!!! [Too late, Mike Bell is gone] YOUR DAUGHTER IS A SLUT!!! [Still no response from Bell, but security is now in the ring and Jackson is quickly subdued. Once they take charge of Sean Jackson, he is quickly escorted from the ring.] I'LL GET YOU BELL, GOD DAMNIT, I'LL GET YOU!!! [He is then taken backstage, where he is turned over to the loal police, as the camera angle is shifted back to the Summer Games announcers.]
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[Cut to the parking lot. Jack Turney, in his wrestling gear, sneaks out an exit for a last-minute smoke before the match. He sucks back luxuriously as the flame hits the tip of the Camel.] Bane: You're really going to smoke before a match? [Thomas Bane holds the exit door open with one hand.] Bane: You think that's a good idea? [Turney nods.] Turney: I think it's a wonderful idea. [Bane shakes his head.] Bane: Really? Turney: Really. Cross: What's going on? [Tyler Cross sneaks up behind Bane. He looks at Jack.] Cross: Smoking before the match? Bane: I guess in Brooklyn it's okay if you hack up a lung on your opponent. Cross: Hey, Jack, you should look into nicotine gum or something. Turney: Ah, shut up! I'm trying to relax before we go out there. Bane: What you need to do is get your head together and get back inside so we can get down to the ring. [Turney takes one last drag and flicks his cigarette onto the asphalt.] Turney: Happy? Bane: Delighted. Now get inside. Cross: Plenty of time to smoke after the match, Jack. [Turney walks past both Bane and Cross. He turns back.] Turney: I just hope you guys are this persistent when we go out there. Cigarette or no cigarette, I get the job done. [He walks off.] Bane: He bothers me sometimes. Cross: People from Brooklyn in general bother me. But you know what really bothers me? You hear what everyone's saying about our match? Bane: I think so. [Cross nods.] Cross: Well, I'll say this... The only guys who are going to be upset after the match are the ones in Team AWA. Let's roll. [They go to leave but pause just as Mimic creeps behind them toward the exit door.] Bane: [not even looking back] Don't even think about it, Mimic. [Cut back to the ring.]
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AWA Tag Team Championship Match UnNatural Disasters vs The Headliners (C) *************************************************************** Scarlett Johansson: The following match is for the AWA Tag Team Titles, and will be contested under Texas Tornado Rules! [Tornado sirens go off over the building as the lights flicker on and off… Then lightning hits the ramp as Majik stands in the middle. The smoke starts to flow as Monoxide appears to rise from under the ramp way threw the smoke. As they both stand there as the lights flicker red to green "The Witching Hour" by ICP starts to play threw the arena and The UnNatural Disasters make there way to the ring ] Scarlett Johansson: Now making their way to the ring weighing in at a combine weight of four hundred and fifty pounds. The team of Monoxide and Blak Majik colectively known as The UnNatural Disasters! ['Right Now' by Van Halen plays over the speakers as Chris Ashley and Chris Kaladaro makes their way to the ring.] Scarlett Johansson: Now coming to the ring they are the current and defending AWA Tag Team Champions weighing in at a combine weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds. The team of Chris Ashley and Chris Kaladaro collectively known as The Headliners! [The bell sounds…] [Monoxide and Chris Ashley start the match off as they lock up in the center of the ring as Monoxide rakes Chris Ashley's eyes as Monoxide follows it up with a Scoop Slam. Monoxide showboats for the crowd as he as he slowly picks up Chris Ashley and Irish whips him into ropes and Monoxide connects with a double axe handle to the chest that sends Chris Ashley crashing down on the canvas.] DDS: Monoxide goes for a cover on Chris Ashley. [1.…] AS: And Chris Kaladaro comes in and breaks up the pin attempt. [Blak Majik comes into the ring and connects with a running boot that sends Chris Kaladaro through the middle rope and crashing down on the concrete floor as Blak Majik follows him.] AS: You had to wonder when this match was going to break down, look out cause all hell has broke loose in this match! DDK: It is a Texas Tornado Match I do not understand why they tried to start like that in the first place. [Blak Majik grabs Chris Kaladaro and sends him into the ring post head first, Chris Kaladaro goes crashing down onto the concrete floor. Blak Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro an Irish whips Chris Kaladaro in guardrail as Chris Kaladaro stumble forward Blak Majik connects with a Samoan drop. Back in the ring, Monoxide catches Chris Ashley with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Slowly Monoxide picks up Chris Ashley and tosses him out of the ring as Chris Ashley slowly stumbles around to get up Monoxide comes over the top rope with a Tope Con Helo as both men go crashing down on the concrete.] AS: The former champions are showing a fire in the ring that they haven't shown in months. DDK:Yeah, sometimes it takes a lost to get a wrestler refocused on their goals. [Monoxide picks up Chris Ashley and connects with a Snap Suplex on the concrete floor as Monoxide goes for a pin attempt on Chris Ashley [1...] [2...] DDK: Chris Ashley kicks out of the pin attempt. [Blak Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro and tosses him back into the ring as Majik slides a chair into the ring and Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro, and Irish whips Kaladaro into the ropes and connects with a Side Walk Slam sending Kaladaro crashing into the steel chair back first. Blak Majik goes for a cover on Kaladaro ] [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Chris Kaladaro gets his left shoulder up just before the three count.] AS: Damn, I thought we had new tag team champions! DDK: The Headliners still have a lot of fight inside of them! [Blak Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro an Irish whips him into the ropes again as Majik sets for a Back Body Drop on Kaladaro, but Kaladaro turns it into a DDT driving Blak Majik's head in the steel chair as Kaladaro makes a cover on Blak Majik as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. [1...] [2...] [Monoxide comes into the ring and delivers a boot to the back of Chris Kaladaro's head breaking up the pin attempt.] [As Monoxide turns around Chris Ashley hits him with a Springboard Dropkick. Ashley picks up Monoxide and tosses Monoxide outside of the ring and down onto the concrete floor as Monoxide gets to his feet Chris Ashley connects with a Suicide Dive. Chris Ashley gets up and he motion for Chris Kaladaro to come outside of the ring as Ashley pulls a table from under the ring.] AS: What is this legal? DDS: It is a Texas Tornado Match and that means anything can go. AS: I guess it is going to be a table for two. [Chris Ashley puts Monoxide on the table as Chris Kaladaro climbs to the top of the ring post, and comes off with a Senton driving both men through a table. Chris Kaladaro makes a cover on Monoxide as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] [1...] [2...] [The pin is broke up by Blak Majik who tosses a steel chair from the ring hitting Kaladaro in the back of the head. ] AS: It's raining chairs in Lexington, Kentucky! [Chris Ashley goes to the apron but Blak Majik that sends Chris Ashley flying off the ring apron and crashing into the guardrail hits him with a Forearm. As Chris Ashley struggles to his feet, Blak Majik goes flying between the middle ropes with a Flying Forearm that connects with Chris Ashley sending both wrestlers crashing into the guardrail.] DDK: OUCH! That is gonna leave a mark. AS: No doubt... All four competitors are risking their lives for some AWA gold! DDK: Just goes to show. How impotant the tag team titles are in the AWA. [Blak Majik takes Chris Ashley and tosses him over the guardrail and into the crowd as the two wrestlers start to fight their way through the crowd.] AS: Watch out! DDK: I agree you have to wonder how far these two wrestlers will take it through the crowd. AS: As long as it takes to win this match. [Chris Kaladaro picks Monoxide and tosses him into the crowd as Kaladaro stand up on the guardrail as Monoxide slowly gets to his feet, and Kaladaro comes off the guardrail with a Flying Clothesline but hits nothing but concrete as Monoxide moves out the way. Monoxide pushes a fan out of the way, as Monoxide grabs the fan chair and sends the chair crashing into the back on Chris Kaladaro as Monoxide goes for a cover on Kaladaro as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] [1...] [2...] [Kaladaro kicks out of the pin attempt.] AS: The champs kick out again! DDK: Just goes to show you, The Headliners don't have the word 'QUIT' in their vocabulary. [Monoxide slams his fist into the floor as he seems to be upset with not being able to get the three count on Kaladaro. Monoxide is quickly to his feet as he grabs a chair, and Monoxide motion for Chris Kaladaro to get to his feet. As Kaladaro struggles to his feet Monoxide sends the steel chair crashing into the head of Kaladaro busting him open as Kaladaro goes crashing down on the concrete floor face first. ] DDK Chris Kaladaro is busted wide open! AS: Yeah that was one brutal chair shot from the former champions, Monoxide. [Blak Majik connects with a couple of Knife-Edge Chops on Chris Ashley as Majik grabs a trash can and sends it crashing into the head of Chris Ashley. Blak Majik slowly picks up a bleeding Chris Ashley as he connects with a Snap Suplex on Ashley as Majik covers Ashley as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] DDK: Now both of the champions are busted wide open. AS: The Headliners are in dire straights. [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Chris Ashley get's his right shoulder up before the count of three.] AS: It's just a matter of time now before The UnNatural Disasters win the tag titles back. DDK: I'm afraid to say this but I do believe you are right because the former champions are sticking it to the current champion. [Monoxide waits for Chris Kaladaro to get back up on his feet, Kaladaro struggles to his feet as Monoxide goes for another chair shot on Kaladaro but this time Monoxide is caught with a Super kick by Kaladaro that sends Monoxide crashing to the floor. Kaladaro grabs the chair as he motion for Monoxide to get to his feet as Monoxide stumbles around he turns around just as Chris Kaladaro sends the chair crashing into the head of Monoxide. Kaladaro picks Monoxide up and Kaladaro connects with a Inverted Atomic Drop and Kaladaro follows it up with a Running Elbow that sends Monoxide crashing down to the floor as Kaladaro makes a cover on Monoxide as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt.] [1...] [2...] [thr...] [Monoxide gets his right shoulder up.] AS: Another close call DDK: Monoxide looks like he still has the will to fight. [Blak Majik picks up Chris Ashley and tries to ram Ashley's head into a wall but Ashley puts his boot up on the wall to block his head from being rammed into the wall. Ashley fires a couple of elbows in the stomach of Blak Majik as Majik stumbles back Ashley grabs Blak Majik by the head and Ashley sends Majik into the wall head first. Majik stumbles backwards as Ashley catches Majik and excites a Northern Lights Supple. Chris Ashley picks Blak Majik up and heads back to the ring as Ashley tosses Blak Majik over the guardrail as Ashley comes over the guardrail, and picks Blak Majik up and sends Majik crashing into the ring post head first. Ashley picks Majik up and rolls him into the ring as Ashley connects with a Split-Legged Moon Sault as Chris Ashley covers Blak Majik as the referee comes sliding into the ring as he makes the count on the pin attempt.] AS: SPLIT-LEGGED MOONIE!!! [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [And Blak Majik gets his left foot on the bottom rope as the referee points toward Majik's boot to Chris Ashley.] DDK: Great ring presence from Black Majik. AS: Wow, what a match these two teams are giving it all they got in this AWA showcase match! DDK: I'll agree with you once again. These four men are out there giving their best for all these Summer Games fans! [Monoxide and Chris Kaladaro make their way back to the ring as the four men continue to brawl inside the ring. Monoxide catches Chris Ashley with a low blow as Monoxide tosses Chris Ashley outside of the ring. Monoxide and Blak Majik double team Chris Kaladaro as they execute a Double Vertical Suplex as Kaladaro crashing to the canvas. Blak Majik motion to Monoxide to go to the top rope, and comes off with Foot Stomp to the stomach of Chris Kaladaro.] AS: Chris Kaladaro is gasping for air. [Monoxide makes a cover on Chris Kaladaro as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt .] [1...] [2...] [Thre...] [Chris Kaladaro gets his right boot on the bottom as the referee point it out to Blak Majik and Monoxide.] DDK: That foot on the ropes. Saved the champions from defeat. [The UnNatural Disasters Irish whip Chris Kaladaro into the ropes as they go for a Double Clothesline, but Chris Kaladaro ducks the Double Clothesline as Chris Ashley comes back into the ring with a Flying Cross Body-Block on both of The UnNatural Disasters. Chris Ashley rolls off both members of the UnNatural Disasters as Ashley connects with a Running Elbow on Blak Majik. Monoxide tries to go for a Clothesline on Chris Ashley but Ashley ducks the Clothesline and counters it with a Dragon Suplex as the referee makes a count on the Dragon Suplex.] [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Blak Majik breaks up the pin attempt.] DDK: Save by Black Majik [Chris Kaladaro catches Blak Majik with a Charging Head butt As Blak Majik stumbles back from the Charging Head butt he gets caught with a Neck Drop Clothesline. Chris Kaladaro picks up Blak Majik and connects with a Backbreaker, Kaladaro goes to the top rope and connects with a 450 splash as the referee makes a count on the pin by Kaladaro ] [1…] [2…] [Thre…] [Monoxide breaks up the pin attempt.] DDK: Monoxide returns the favor by saving his partner, Blak Majik from defeat. AS: Kaladaro almost had the match won; he should have hooked the trunks. DDS: I don't think The Headliners are going to gain a cheap victory but hooking the trunks. [Monoxide connects with a couple of punches to the head of Chris Kaladaro as Monoxide connects with a Running Clothesline that sends both Monoxide, and Kaladaro over the top rope and onto the concrete floor. Monoxide gets to his feet first as he grabs a steel chair and crashes it into the back of Chris Kaladaro, Monoxide goes under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat wrap in barbwire.] AS: BARBWIRE IN LEXINGTON! DDK: Monoxide is bringing out the heavy artilitery, now. [Monoxide takes a swing at Chris Kaladaro but misses as Kaladaro moves out of the way and counters with a Thrust Kick to the stomach of Monoxide causing him to drop the barbwire bat. Chris Kaladaro sets up a steel chair as he places Monoxide in the chair as Chris Kaladaro walks to the other side of the ring as he takes a run, and connects with a Boot Scrape across the face of Monoxide causing Monoxide head to hit the guardrail. Chris Kaladaro grabs the barbwire baseball bat and shows it to the crowd as he turns around in time to hit Blak Majik with it as Blak Majik comes over the top rope with a Springboard Splash. Chris Kaladaro picks up both member of The UnNatural Disasters.] AS: Chris Ashley is going to fly! [Chris Ashley comes over the top rope with a Shooting Star Press as all three wrestler go crashing into the guardrail. Chris Kaladaro picks up Monoxide and tosses him over the guardrail as both wrestler start to fight through the crowd once again making their way to the food court of Rupp Arena.] AS: I smell a serious lawsuit against the WWA DDS: No I think that is the smell of popcorn! AS: You think Kaladaro or Monoxide will pick us up something to eat? DDS: I doubt they are taking any orders my friend! [Kaladaro rams Monoxide into a Hotdog Stand as the customers and workers ran off as Monoxide slides into the stand as Kaladaro follows him into the Hotdog stand. Kaladaro grabs a cup full Pepsi and takes a drink as he looks down at Monoxide and takes another drink of the pepsi and the spit's the pepsi into the face of Monoxide. Monoxide gets to one knee as Kaladaro sends a trash can crashing in the skull of Monoxide, Kaladaro goes for a cover on Monoxide as the referee jumps over the hotdog stand counter to make the count.] [1...] [2…] [Thr…] AS: Monoxide barely kicks out of the pin attempt. DDK: This match has to be taking a toll on everyone by now. [Kaladaro grabs a bottle of Mustard and starts to cover Monoxide with mustard as Monoxide catches Kaladaro with a low blow as Monoxide sends Kaladaro head crashing into the hotdog stand counter. Monoxide stumble and slides around as he gets up to grabs potatoes' chip rack and sends it crashing into the back of Kaladaro. Monoxide grab a bottle of ketchup and covers Kaladaro with ketchup as Monoxide connects with Side Russian Leg Sweep as he goes for the cover on Kaladaro as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] AS: KETCHUP COVERED LEG SWEEP! DDK: SAY WHAT? AS: Just calling them how I see them. [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Chris Ashley comes into the scene just in time to break up the pin attempt with a boot to the back of Monoxide.] AS: Last minute save by Chris Ashley. DDK: I think Chris Ashley must have been a track star in high school, because if he was just half second late on that break up. We would have had new champions. [Chris Ashley takes Monoxide and tosses him back on the Food Courts floor as Ashley follows after Monoxide. Ashley tries to Irish whip Monoxide into a T-shirt stand but Monoxide reverses Ashley's Irish whip and sends Ashley into a Big Boot by Blak Majik. A Double Body Slam by The UnNatural Disasters sends Chris Ashley crashing into the T-Shirt stand as Blak Majik grabs a T-Shirt and starts to choke Chris Ashley with the T-Shirt.] AS: These four men have fought everywhere in the damn building! DDK: My question is when and where is this match going to end? [Blak Majik brings Chris Ashley out of the T-shirt Stand still choking with the T-Shirt as Monoxide locates a table, and motions Blak Majik to bring Ashley over to the table. Blak Majik places Chris Ashley on the table as he continues to choke him with the T-shirt as Monoxide locates and grabs a ladder and Monoxide climbs to the top of the ladder and comes off with a Flying Leg Drop sending both Ashley and Monoxide crashing through the table. Monoxide leans over to make a cover on Chris Ashley as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt [1...] [2…] [Thre…] [Chris Kaladaro makes the save as he pulls Monoxide off of Chris Ashley.] DDK: And once again one of the Chris's saves the other. [Chris Kaladaro tries to connect with a Super Kick on Blak Majik but Majik catches Kaladaro leg, and connects with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Blak Majik picks Chris Kaladaro up and sends Kaladaro crashing into the Ladies' Bathroom as screaming women come out the bathroom running in all direction. Blak Majik walks into the Ladies' bathroom as he picks Kaladaro up and rams Kaladaro head first into the bathroom stall. Blak Majik picks up Kaladaro and tries to stick his head into the toilet but Kaladaro hits Blak Majik with a low blow, and Kaladaro sticks Blak Majik's head into the toilet, and flushes the toilet.] AS: I hope there was nothing in the toilet. DDS: That is nasty no matter which way you look at it. [Chris Kaladaro grabs a wet Blak Majik and rams his head into the stall door as both wrestlers head back out to the food court and back into the ring. Kaladaro and Blak Majik enter back into the crowd as the two wrestlers fight their way back down toward the ring and over the guardrail as Kaladaro sends Blak Majik crashing into the ring post. Kaladaro picks up Majik and tosses him back into the ring as Kaladaro connects with a Springboard Moonsault as Kaladaro makes a cover as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt.] AS: SPRINGBOARD MOONIE!!! [1...] [2…] [Thre…] [Monoxide comes back into the scene as he breaks up the pin attempt with Elbow Smash to the back of Kaladaro's head.] DDK: Monoxide saves his partner once again. AS: You know I think the only way we are ever going to get a pinfall is if one team handcuffs one of their opponents that way they can't make the save. DDK: You know what that is probably not a bad idea. [Monoxide picks up Kaladaro an Irish whips him into the ropes and connects with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Monoxide directs to Blak Majik to put Kaladaro on his shoulder as Monoxide gives the signal for the Doomsday Device.] AS: If the UnNatural Disasters hit this move we're going to have new AWA Tag Team Champions! DDS: I agree! [Blak Majik places Kaladaro up on his shoulder as he positions his self and Kaladaro in the right direction as Monoxide climbs to the top rope as he prepares to come off. Chris Ashley comes into the scene as he jumps up on the ring apron and knocks Monoxide feet from underneath him causing Monoxide to straddle the top rope. Chris Kaladaro executes a Victory Roll on Blak Majik as the referee makes the count on the pin attempt. [1…] [2…] [3...] [Bell Sounds!] AS: The Headliners just grab victory out the jaw defeat! DDK: What a match! I was sure that The UnNaturals Disasters were going to win this match, but it was The Headliners who come out on top!
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[Thomas Bane wipes his glistening forehead before continuing down the hallway. Before a match, he always likes to take a stroll around the premises before walking through those curtains. It always seemed to calm down the nerves.] [Not this time. Standing at the end of the hallway is the World Champion, Ryan Blasier. The two have traded words once already, at Stampede, and tonight looked like it would go that route again judging by the wide, toothy grin of Blasier. Bane doesn’t change course, he continues to travel on his predetermined route.] [His eyes met Blasier’s, without a hint of fear. A sarcastic smile formulated on his lips which seemed only to anger Blasier. Bane continued on his walk, he needed to focus on the match ahead.] Blasier: “How does it feel to know you’re going to lose to the laughing stock of the WWA?” [He knew the buttons to push, as Thomas came to a halt. He turned to meet the champion’s icy gaze.] Bane: “We’ll see about that.” [Bane turned, but Blasier wasn’t finished.] Blasier: “I’ll be glad when you return to that worthless alliance of yours after Summer Games. Your presence on this card brings down the quality of the show. Go back to the easier goals in life, you know, like winning piece of trash they call a title.” Bane: “It may be a trashy title to you, but I defended it like a champion. I can’t say the same for you.” [Bane takes a step forward, closing in on the already small distance between their noses. They’re eye to eye now.] Bane: “Also, I’d thought it would be nice to let you be the first one to know about my future. I’m going to sign with Outlaw Championship Wrestling after Summer Games, so get used to seeing me around.” [Thomas turned and began to walk toward the locker room where the rest of his team waited.] Blasier: [to himself] “Be careful of what you wish for.”
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[The scene opens in the AWA locker room where you can see Twisted getting ready for his matchup. While lacing his boot, a man stops right beside him. The camera pans to reveal Inferno.] Twisted: What the hell you want? Inferno: I only wanted to say that I feel sorry what's happening to Lucy. [Twisted quickly raised up and gets eye to eye with Inferno.] Twisted: What in the hell do you know about it? You walk in here and think that you can relate to me when really all you are doing is pissing me off. My Daughter is in the hospital dieing and you come to me saying you feel sorry for what is happening. You know you have a lot of nerve [Inferno slowly step backs and stay cool.] Inferno: Woah man. Relax, I didn't meant to upset you. Twisted: You just make sure you do your part in tonight’s match because I do not want to hear how we lost because big clumsy Inferno fell down and got pinned. You can forget about my daughter and start thinking about the match. Inferno: Anyway, I know that we are not on great term, but tonight is different. Tonight, I hope that you will have my back as you can be assured that you'll have mine. Jeremy, we need to win this thing. Let's do this and let's fight like we used to. Let puts some MSWA spirit in that match. Let's win this thing. [Inferno then walks out of the locker room, leaving Twisted smiling.]
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team NWA [NWA] vs Team Chaos [AWA] *************************************************************** [The Rolling Stone’s “Paint It Black”, the NWA theme song, begins to play with the soft opening guitar riff as the fans await the arrival of team NWA.] DDK: “Here we go, folks, and this team may not be well liked here in the Alliance, but if you try and say they aren’t talented, I’ll say you’re wrong!” AS: “You are just gay for the NWA. And that rhymed, which is awesome.” [The captain of team NWA, Thomas Bane, steps out from the back, dressed in his aloha shirt and dress pants. Even though his shirt is loose, one does not have to question the man's physical build. His brown hair glimmers in the flashing lights coming from all directions. He nods at the insane pop he has recieved.] Announcer: “FIRST COMING TO THE RING… REPRESENTING THE NATIONAL WRESTLING ALLIANCE…” DDK: “Thomas Bane is one talented man, you cannot deny that much, Angus.” AS: “He may be talented, but I beat jamokes like him all day, every day. He’s just another Johnny-come-lately, and I think that some of the AWA bloodmarks might just have it out for him!” [Jack Turney, NWA Heritage title draped over his shoulder, enters to a chorus of boo's. He smiles arrogantly, giving them a mock wave. He isn't known for epic entrances, similar to Bane, and steps aside for his other teammates.] DDK: “Turney is one gifted competitor… Look at that gold!” AS: “He might be a champ, but that’s in the NWA. This… is the WWA!” [The mood changes quickly from adoration for Bane to disdain for the rest of the members of team NWA. Tyler Cross and Mimic are next to enter, standing side by side discussing pre-match plans. Cross, Mimic, and Turney are all sporting the same white shirt which reads, "Team NWA: Simply the Best".] Announcer: “THOMAS BANE… JACK TURNEY… TYLER CROSS… AND MIMIC!” DDK: “Team NWA is here, and I do believe they’re ready. And tonight… They’d better be.” [Turney catches up to Bane and the team begins to walk down, in pairs. The team enters as one by sliding under the ropes. Each man takes a corner, raising their arms for all to see. Bane strips off his collared shirt and tosses it into the crowd.] AS: “Look at the showboating. I’m not sure if they want to win the crowd over, or just plain don’t care!” [Mimic motions for the fans to boo louder, smiling at their obvious disdain for the enemy alliance. The team is ready to do battle.] DDK: “Well, one team’s in the ring… Where’s the other?” (The lights in the Rupp Arena suddenly drop out and a single beam of light illuminates the four member of Team Chaos, representing the AWA. They stand in a semi-circle at the very edge of the light, all clad in sleeveless t-shirts. One of them raises a microphone and the distinct, booming voice of Ryan Matthews erupts through the loudspeakers in the arena) Matthews: AWA and WWA fans, get on your feet and make some motherfuckin noise! DDK: “THERE THEY ARE!” AS: “DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK, THEY’VE BEEN HERE FOR YEARS!” DDK: “What?” (As the pro-AWA and WWA crowd in total respond, the opening drum beat of "We Will Rock You" by Queen beings. The fans, seemingly more energized by the music, begin stomping and clapping in time with the beat. On the big screen, the letters AWA fall from the top of the screen and seem to pulse with the beat until Freddie Mercury launches into the first verse. The lights in the arena come up, and the four members of Team Chaos, lead by Twisted, begin making their way to the ring.) AS: “Ya gotta love how they’re going for a cheap pop with Queen there. And by love, I mean the opposite.” DDK: “…What?” (As they proceed down the aisle, only Twisted differing from his teammates in that he is clad in an MSWA shirt while the rest wear AWA attire, a highlight reel is shown of each man, ending in a black and white still shot with each one's name.) MSWA/AWA Champion, Twisted AWA Television Champion, Inferno "Handsome" Jimmy Danger "The Anathema" Ryan Matthews (Matthews and Inferno slap a few hands while Twisted and Danger seemingly ignore the crowd. When the four men finally reach ringside, they file out into a line and a tense staredown begins with their opponents in the ring. Twisted, seemingly already agitated and ready to get things underway, sets the MSWA title that he had been carrying over his shoulder down on the floor and quickly slides in under the bottom rope. Immediately he is set upon by the four members of Team NWA and begin beating him mercilessly. Twisted's teammates seem to hesitate for a second before sliding in and evening the odds as the match starts quickly and chaotically with all eight men in the ring.) DDK: “AND HERE WE GO!” AS: “Danger and Mimic already going outside the ring!” DDK: “Inferno, Twisted, Cross, and Turney locking up, and forcing their opponent to the corner, leaving just two in the center of the ring!” (Ryan Matthews and Thomas Bane both smirk, and begin to circle one another, staring each other down, as Twisted lays in the chops on Cross, Turney elbowing Inferno in the head. Matthews and Bane keep circling, sizing each other up, like any intelligent competitors would.) (The two locked up, grabbing ahold of each other firmly, each testing the other, pushing forward some, then getting pushed back a bit. Meanwhile, Twisted and Inferno had managed to get the upper hand, the two getting both their opponents into the corner. Taking a few steps back, Twisted and Inferno charge forward, to clothesline the NWA wrestlers.) (As if on cue, both NWA wrestlers duck, catching the AWA talent around the stomachs, and lunge upward, tossing the two men up… and over the top, Twisted and Inferno coming crashing down to the floor. Turney and Cross get to their feet, as Matthews sends Bane off to the ropes.) (Underestimating Bane, Matthews bull-rushes forward, wrapping his arms around the smaller man, and lifting him up, right off his feet, trying for that snap spinebuster he loves so. However… Bane was not the type to let his opponent get such a powerful move off so quickly. Matthews found his head hung up in a headlock as the two descended, and Matthews’ forehead bounced off the mat, his attempted spinebuster turned into a solid DDT.) DDK: “WHAT A REVERSAL! THOMAS BANE ALMOST GETS HIT WITH A SPINEBUSTER, BUT TURNS IT INTO A DDT!” AS: “If Bane had let himself get hit with a move like that that quick, I’d have lost all respect for him.” (Coming to his feet, Bane smirked, and headed to his corner, flanked by Cross and Turney. Mimic and Handsome Jimmy Danger had finally broken apart, Mimic heading to his corner, but the impetuous Danger dove back into the ring, charging the three NWA wrestlers!) (Realizing halfway there that he had no backup, Danger skidded to a stop, eyes widening for a moment, and he quickly backpedaled. Twisted had managed to get back to the corner, limping, after falling over the top rope, almost directly on his knee, and as Danger slid out of the ring, his hand smacked Twisted on the shoulder.) AS: “I like that. Jimmy Danger realized that it was about to be four on one, so he decided that he’d let one of his tag partners be the first one really into the ring.” (Twisted sighed, and as Tyler Cross came into the ring, Twisted slowly pulled himself up onto the apron. Cross sauntered over towards Twisted, a grin growing on his lips, and so, Twisted shook his head… and springboarded to the top, leaping off. Cross’s eyes widened as Twisted secured an arm across Cross’s chest, and kicked his legs forward, spinning the two around, Cross’s face bouncing off the mat.) AS: “DAMN! I don’t even know what to call that!” DDK: “Impressed even your bitter soul, eh? I’d say that’s a… Tornado reverse STO?” AS: “All I know is, Cross has little birds fluttering around his head. I can see ‘em.” (Twisted began to push himself up, smirking, as he wiped at his upper lip. Eyes flicked to the rest of Team NWA, and he grinned, inclining an eyebrow. Mimic, standing on the apron, snarled some, beckoning Twisted on. Not an idiot, Twisted just turned back to Cross, and began to lay the boots in.) DDK: “Twisted lifting Cross up, and I think he’s gonna try to isolate Cross, keep him from getting to his teammates, here.” AS: “Really? Not like, y’know, that’s how you win tag matches.” DDK: “You’re just a kind and thoughtful soul, aren’t you, Angus?” (Cross came running across the ring, only to be hit by a flying Twisted, cross body blocking the NWA superstar. Coming up to his knees, Twisted smirked, and turned, slapping Inferno’s hand, to tag in his compatriot.) (Inferno came in, as Cross began to push himself up, and it was real easy for Inferno to almost trip himself up, charging forward to crack a foot into Cross’s side, sending the smaller man tumbling to the ground, back-first. Using his much greater size and power to his advantage, Inferno began to lay in the stomps, working Cross over like he was a gimp.) DDK: “If Cross can’t get to his feet here, and try to mount some type of comeback, this is going to be a very quick match. Inferno has never been known to go easy on anyone!” (Inferno helped Cross up to his feet, only to scoop him up, over a shoulder, like Cross was a child, or a scrap of lumber. Dropping to a knee, Inferno brings Cross down, spine-first, across his knee, and Cross drops to the mat, back arched, a hand clapped to the hurt area in agony.) DDK: “Backbreaker! Inferno wants to make sure Cross can’t surprise him and use any big moves!” AS: “Thought that up all by yourself? If you’re in a fight, and your back is in agony, you’re pretty much out of the fight.” DDK: “…Thanks.” (Inferno helped Cross back up once more, only to whip him to the ropes. Cross stumbled across the ring, rebounding off the ropes, and ran right into inferno’s outstretched boot. Or… almost did. Cross dove to his back, sliding under the boot, and as Inferno stepped forward, surprised that he missed the boot, Cross got the chance to force himself back to his feet. Inferno had barely gotten turned around, before Cross leapt up, grabbing Inferno around the neck, knees pressed to Inferno’s chest. With the extra weight on his chest, Inferno fell forward, Cross kicking his legs out, sending Inferno crashing to the mat, near a neutral corner.) DDK: “Monkey flip!” AS: “Cross needs to press his advantage RIGHT NOW RIGHT THE FUCK NOW or Inferno’s gonna come back and whoop his ass!” (Inferno came to his feet pretty quickly, shocked as hell. It was even more shocking to the AWA superstar when Cross spun in the air, foot cracking into his face. With Inferno downed from the spinning heel kick, Cross landed, and began to crawl for his corner, his back aching from the huge backbreaker.) AS: “I think I see a fan holding up a HOT TAG sign.” DDK: “Possibly, but CROSS TAGS IN MIMIC!” (In came Mimic, with absolutely no fear about the bigger man. Inferno came up, and Mimic put him right back down with an overhead release belly-to-belly. Inferno crashed to the mat in a heap, as Twisted hopped the top rope, going after Mimic. Things tend to devolve from this point, and Turney came in as well, leaving Matthews and Thomas Bane as the only members of their team not in the ring. Snap suplex on Twisted from Mimic, Cross coming off the top rope, legs wrapping around Danger’s neck. Danger stumbled forward some, and Cross and Danger went tumbling to the floor, right over the top rope.) DDK: “Things are breaking down, Angus!” AS: “I love it.” (Mimic decided that now would be a good time to open a school. And his first pupil would be Inferno. Suplexes were the lesson of the day, Thomas Bane just grinning, as Mimic went to work with a page from his book. Snap, head-and-arm, and then a Fisherman’s, arching the back, for the pin attempt.) (The ref slid in.) One. Two. Th… (A flying Matthews came off the top, legs crashing across Mimic’s stomach with a huge legdrop off the top, breaking the pin. Mimic doubled over, letting go of Inferno. Matthews smirked, and grabbed ahold of Inferno’s leg, dragging him over to the ring corner, and stepping out onto the apron. It was to a huge pop, and quite a wide grin, that Matthews bent down, tagging himself in.) DDK: “HERE COMES RYAN MATTHEWS!” (Mimic caught a kick to the face, and Matthews began to pound away on the fallen man, hammering him over and over with stomps. Scooping Mimic up, Matthews placed Mimic on his feet, wrapping his arms around Mimic’s waist. Lifting Mimic up, Matthews spun the smaller man around and dropped to a sitting position, slamming Mimic spinefirst to the mat with a ring-shaking powerbomb!) (Matthews grinned, helping Mimic up, and shoving him into a neutral corner. Boots began to stomp into Mimic’s stomach, over and over, hammering Mimic over and over and over. Stepping back, crossing the ring, Matthews turned back to Mimic, thumbing his nose. He charged, using the turnbuckle behind Mimic as a wall, to keep Mimic there, and to help Matthews’ impact some. Knee lifted, and Matthews leapt, slamming his knee into Mimic’s temple.) DDK: “TURNBUCKLE-ASSISTED SHINING WIZARD!” AS: “Matthews taking a page out of the book of one of the most successful wrestlers in the company!” (Matthews grabbed Mimic and pulled him close, hooking first one arm, and then the other, setting him up for that vicious chickenwing brainbuster Matthews liked so much. Taking a step back, Matthews hefted Mimic up, holding him straight upward, so there would be no covering up for Mimic. However, Mimic really liked having his vertebrae uncompacted, and began to kick his legs.) DDK: “Mimic trying to slip out of that Brainbuster…” (Somehow, Mimic managed to jackknife, and get his feet on the ground. One arm went around Matthews’ waist, and Mimic arched his back, hurling the Anathema overhead, dropping Matthews square on his back, for a northern lights suplex. Digging his feet into the mat, Mimic lunged across the ring, slapping the hand of the man yet to come in, the captain of team NWA, Thomas Bane.) AS: “Pfeh. Coward. Mimic could’ve real easy beaten on Matthews himself for a while.” DDK: “But, Mimic was tired, and one good blow to the head away from the AWA team regaining control. Now, a fresh man is in, and team NWA has the advantage!” (Bane grinned, dry-washing his hands, as he stepped over to Matthews, and hammered a boot between Matthews’ shoulderblades. Helping Matthews up, Bane began to hammer forearms into the Anathema’s chest, over and over and over. Bane shoved Matthews into the corner, and, taking a few steps back, charged in, slamming his entire body into Ryan’s.) (A drop toe hold later, and Matthews was on his belly, Bane hooking Matthew’s leg with his own. Coming down to lie on Matthews’ back, Bane wrapped his arm around Matthews’ neck, hooking in his Bane of Your Existance!) DDK: “STF! STF! Team AWA is jumping into the ring to break it up!” (Twisted AND Inferno both slam a boot into Bane’s head, breaking up the STF, as Mimic, Turney, and Cross all rush the ring as well. Twisted and Danger, as well as Mimic and Cross, all end up brawling to the outside, leaving Danger and Matthews, Turney and Bane. Matthews was still on his belly, so as Turney dropped Danger with a clothesline, Bane stood, and scooped Danger back up, helping Danger to his feet.) (Danger was lifted, and dropped down, across Bane’s knee, with a backbreaker, and held there. Turney went to the turnbuckle, and climbed up to the top, as Bane held Danger across his knee. Coming off the top, Turney extended a leg, dropping it directly across Danger’s throat, the two crashing to the mat together.) DDK: “Aided guillotine legdrop! It’s down to Matthews, as Danger’s GOTTA be out after that!” AS: “This doesn’t look good at all for team AWA!” (Matthews was pulling himself up using the ring ropes, and as Bane stepped over to him, Matthews fired off a snap jab, hammering Bane in the jaw with it. Coming fully to his feet, Matthews took a step forward, firing off another, and another. Matthews didn’t see Turney crouched behind him, waiting for Matthews to turn around, though…) DDK: “Turney’s got the full nelson on Matthews!” AS: “Bane’s lookin’ to soften up that chest with something…” DDK: “Running elbow to the chest, and Matthews with the Dragon Suplex! Matthews is down!” (And bane was going up. Climbing to the top rope, Bane perched precariously on the top, as Twisted bounced Cross’s head off the steel ring steps, and dove into the ring to try and stop Bane. However, Turney was still running interference, so as Twisted slid into the ring, Turney caught him, and dropped him with an arm wrapped around his throat, a VICIOUS lariat.) DDK: “Bane’s standing… He’s going for that Old School!” (The entire ring shook as Bane landed, elbow-first, onto Matthews, hooking the leg. The ref slid in.) (One. Two. Three.) DDK: “TEAM NWA ADVANCES! TEAM NWA ADVANCES!” AS: “Team AWA’s hopes have been shattered, and it looks like there’s a decent chance that Team NWA might just take the whole damn thing!” DDK: “They’ve still got to go through two other teams, Angus, so don’t count them as the champs just yet!” (The ref raised Bane and Turney’s hands, as Cross and Mimic slid back in, the Rolling Stones blasting over the house speakers.) Announcer: “YEEEEEER WIIIIIINAAAAAAHS… AND ADVANCING TO ROUND TWO… TEEEEEEEAM NWAAAAAA!”
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* Coming onto the screen you see "February 11th, 2005" come up in blood red as then after that the words " TSW Turmoil" comes up as the now closed down region of the WfWA still gets a cheer from the crowd as we go to a clip of that event where the reigning WWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions TCW defended the belts vs. the regions number 1 contenders Honor Bound in a Steel Cage match. [X is full steam as he whips Melly into the ropes…] __CRRRUUUUUUUUUNCHHHHH__ HUUUUUGE SPEAR!!! Dumas: Oh my GOD. Dunwoody: I think Melly’s body folded in half with that! [King X slams Melly into the cage for good measure, and turns just in time to duck a big clothesline attempt by Joey Average.] Rippenhaus: OOOH NOOOO!!!! Dumas: KING’S MOVE!! [It isn’t!] [IT IS!!] [Average gets flipped up and DRILLED into the mat…] KIIIIINNNNGGGGSSS MOOOOOOOVVVEEEE!!!!! [Pop for the cover!] 1.... 2… [Maybe?] [Could it be?] [Commercial break again??] [Just kidding.] [Mikey’s amazing.] [Everyone loves him.] THREE!!!!! [Ding Ding Ding!] Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW World Wrestling Alliance Tag Team Champions……HONOR BOUND!!!!! Dan: NEW CHAMPS!!! NEW CHAMPS!!! KING X AND RJ HARRIS BRING WWA GOLD TO TSW!!!! * The scene fades as when we come into view we are backstage at Summer Games with "The HarKore Warrior" King X as well as his Mistress of Justice Queen Viper have made a un announced visit to the Pay Per View. King X: That was the biggest moment of my WWA career & now almost a year after I last wrestled inside this Alliance I am back to once again claim the belt that I held proudly with RJ Harris for almost 4 months in 2005. This time a new partner shall stand with me from the AWA & we will bring home that gold be it around the waist of WWA legends CJ Rowels & Mike Lennox when we get our match or somebody else matters not. What matters is that I will bring glory & honor to the AWA like it has never seen before but I will earn my shot by first winning the AWA Tag Team Heavyweight Championship Titles. Unnatural Disaster or The Headliners the winner of this upcoming match does not matter as justice always prevails as finally the man that Vinny Mara once dubbed the hardest working man in the WWA with the best Global record in the history of that show has returned & to all whom get in my way my End Point awaits you. * The masked man with his lovely but deadly wife fade out of view as we get back to the arena to our announce team.
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[The Steel-Drivin' Man himself sat in his locker-room. It was hard to tell what he was feeling, so close to being at the summit, at the top of the mountain. Anxiety, of course. Anger was certainly a factor, given the recent circumstances between himself and the World Champion. John Henry was looking down at one of his big, meaty paws when a solid knocking came at the door.] "Ah wunder who dat is..." he mumbled to himself, walking to the door. [Opening the door, he couldn't have been more surprised to see probably the only man who's ever given him a powerbomb in his lifetime.] [Victor Mandrake.] "Hello, Johnathan." [A big, open smile appeared on John's lips, as he beheld just who it was. A feller who ain't never done him no wrong, except for the sledgehammer John gave Victor, and the powerbomb Vic gave to John...] "Well, Ah kin't say dat Ah wuz eckspectin' t' see yeh, Victuh... But seein' as Ah dowbt yew gon' try t' beat m' ass... It be nahs t' see yuh." [Victor grinned, a glint in his icy blue eyes seemingly a little off.] "You as well," Victor said, returning the polite gesture. "Indeed, I have not come to harm you. Rather, I have come as a sort of, shall we say, counselor in these undoubtedly anxious times." "Ah 'preciate dat." [John nodded, stepping aside, extending a hand inward.] "Why doan' yeh come in an' sit fo' a spell?" "Don't mind if I do," Victor said, proceeding in. [Diablo walked in, taking in the surroundings. He thought to himself that the space was a little cramped for a man that was as big as John Henry, but then again, Henry was used to less then humble accommodations.] "Let's get this out of the way," Mandrake said. "As far as I'm concerned, you and I are even. A sledgehammer shot for a powerbomb seems like an even exchange, especially given your remorse and how you were led astray by Eric Dane." "Ah feel it dun be set'l'd. Yew go 'hayd an' shake m' han'..." [A big paw was offered. Mandrake might be the only person around whose hand wouldn't be engulfed in the hugeosity of it.] "An' we be even." [A firm nod, as John let the door swing shut.] [Victor took John's hand, shaking it firmly as a sign of his accordance.] "Very good then," Mandrake said. "Now that that's settled, let's discuss tonight." [A brief pause.] "A terrible thing you've gotten yourself into, Johnathan. Betrayal by a seemingly good ally and friend, World Title's on the line on the biggest stage in the world of our profession, all seemingly orchestrated and calculated by your very opponent, Ryan Blasier. Tell me John, how do you plan to win this match?" "Dat be th' t'ing. Ah 'lready dun tawk'd t' Mike Bell... He dun put sum mo' conf'dins in meh den Ah dun hayd in a whal'... But Ah ain't nevuh trust'd Blayseyuh. Ah jes' thawt he wuz gon' be a mayuhn o' 'is wo'd." [A shrug, and a regretful shake of his head.] "So... Ah's gon' go out they, an' Ah's not gon' try t' out'rastle 'im... Ah's gon knock him dahn, Ah's gon' beat 'is legs an' back, an' Ah's gon' ht Blayseyuh 'til 'e dun stays down fo' th' t'ree." [Victor laughed.] "That's what I admire most about you, John Henry. Throughout everything that this world has thrown at you, you still maintain a childlike innocence and naivete that I could only dream of re-capturing. Don't take that as an insult, by any means, just chalk it up to a lesson learned." [He paused briefly.] "However, it's going to take more then a pep-talk from Mike Bell and simply cutting the legs out from Blasier to win the World Title." "Iffen Ah's not coreckt... Den dat be why Ah dun spe't th' las' week clamberin' up sheah rock fays's, runnin' mahls, luhnin' Yogi... Er... Yoga...'rastlin' allegaytuhs, liftin' weights fo' howuhs..." [John blinked a bit, as he ticked things off on his fingers.] "As well as othuh t'ings. But trainin' m' bawdy 'side... Wut do yew t'ink Ah needs t' win th' Worl' Tahtl?" "It's quite simple, really," Victor said. "Deep down inside of you, Henry, there's a beast. It's only come out rarely, but I know it's there. You know it's there. I saw it emerge when Blasier hit you over the head with that chair. Blasier fears that beast, Johnathan, he fears it so much that he tries to destroy it before it has a chance to take away the thing which he holds most dear." "There's only one thing stopping it." [Victor placed a finger on John's head.] "Your conscience. Your innocence. While it is the thing I most admire, it does severely limit your true potential in the ring. Forget what Mike Bell said. Bell doesn't have what it takes to be World Champion anymore. That's why I beat him when defending that same belt against him. But you, John, you have it. You have the heart. But most of all, you have the animosity. You repress it because of your guilt, you deny it because of your fear. You want to become World Champion? You have to let all of that go and become the one thing that they all fear." "Not John Henry the Steel Drivin' Man." "John Henry the beast." "The same John Henry who destroyed those KKK members for what they did to your father. The same John Henry who showed no mercy as the racist begged and pleaded on his knees. The same John Henry that awoke when that steel rung cleanly against your skull." "That's what you need, dear friend. That's who you need to be to win that title." [It was a long silence before John replied, but he nodded slowly, his hand stroking his chin gently.] "Ah ain't nevuh gon' be able t' let m' anguh out kumpleetly... But Ah cain't keep 't hidd'n 'way. Not dis tahm." [John sighed softly, looking down, hands on his hips.] "Dat wuz one o' th' reesuns Ah dun tried t' keep Blayseeyuh frum tryin' t' soffen me up sum befo' th' match. Ah ain't gon' be able t' keep frum smackin' dat boy 'roun', aftuh wut 'e did..." "Then don't," Victor said. "Show him that it was a mistake crossing you. Make him see that grazing that chair across your brow was the worst thing that he could have ever done. Go after him full force. Don't even concentrate on the belt. Concentrate on him, concentrate on what he did to you, on what all the people in the world did to you, and realize that this title is what you deserve. This recognition is what you need to show the world that you can rise above it all and claim yourself as King. All kings must be as feared as they are revered, and this is where you must let your anger out." "Make an example out of Blasier, and I promise you that you will be uncontended on top of your throne." "Heh. Ah ain't nevuh thot o' m'se'f as a King..." [Thumb and index pinched his chin some, as he nodded.] "All hail King Henry..." [John nodded.] "But... See, Blayseeyuh dun did wut alla th' t'ings th' peepul Ah dun show'd up down Souf dun, an' becuz o' jealusy, an' not wantin' sum uppity nigguh t' show dem up, dey's try t' hu't me..." [John's eyes cast downward, voice losing some of his cheerfulness.] "Try t' get John Henry t' not be able t' wo'k they, so dey kud look good fo' th' boss. Lahk Blayseeyuh trah'd t' knock m' ass owt, an' keep me frum bein' able t' 'rastle t'night..." "And that is exactly why you need to go into that ring tonight and show them who they're dealing with," Victor said. "This is beyond the South, this is beyond the United States. This is worldwide recognition, John. This is your chance to make all your enemies nightmares come true. This is your chance to show them all why you deserve to be where you are now." [Victor placed a hand on Henry's shoulder.] "It starts tonight, John. It starts with the downfall of the Blasier regime and the rise of King Henry the Great."
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team FREAKSHOW [AFW] vs Team KINGPro [KINGPro] *************************************************************** Angus Skaaland: "Well this match certainly has sleeper written all over it." DDK: "I agree this could be one of the big surprises of the night" Angus Skaaland: "No, I mean sleeper as in I should get a lounge chair, and go to sleep." DDK: "I don't know about that I mean these KingPro guys I have seen their videos they all seem pretty awesome." Angus Skaaland: "Stop it! I predict both teams lose by virtue of the simply appalling lack of talent between the two of them." DDK: "Uh." Angus Skaaland: "Yeah lets get to someone that actually has talent lets go to Scarlett Johansson" [The camera zoom over to the ring where the lovely Miss Scarlett Johansson is standing mic in hand.] Scarlett Johansson: "Ladies and Gentlemen! The following match is a First Round! Summer Games Match! It is first fall to win it all." CROWD POPS FOR ONE FALL TO WIN Scarlett Johansson: "Introducing first, coming to by way of Washington D.C. TEAM KingPro!!!" [On the tron, a picture of a huge, purple, evil jester face appears. An explosion sound can be heard, and the] [picture is replaced by a massive clay golem. The song "Clayman" by In Flames begins to play. As its playing, ] [Anders rushes into the arena with red pyro going off on both sides off him. He has both his hands open, and raised] [up high and to the side. Anders walks in a very nonchalant manner. His expressionless face makes it hard to tell] [what Anders is thinking, or even what emotions might be running through his system, as if he were some kind of robot.] [Duran's face all of a sudden morphs into one of great enthusiasm. Anders screams "YEA!", does a quick headbang, and begins to stomp to the ring, trying to stir up the crowd as much as he possibly can. And with the last words of the lyrics a huge explosion sound is heard again as the music continues. Finally Anders leaps over the ropes and begins to take a look at the audience with focused eyes, surveying the crowd as he walks around the ring.] DDK: "Where the hell is the rest of Team KingPro?" Angus Skaaland: "I have no idea." [Scarlett Johansson looks around a bit, and Anders look confused as well.] Scarlett Johansson: "Team KingPro!" ["What's New Pussy Cat? What's New Pussy Cat Whoa WwWHoa" Tom Jones sings as "Whats New Pussy Cat?" beings to play over the PA system as Maldito, and Paul Cashaw slowly make their way down to the ring.] Angus Skaaland: "Ha!" : "Well now I know why Anders wanted to come down to the ring by himself." Angus Skaaland: "This might have been the saddest thing I have ever seen in professional wrestling." Scarlett Johansson: "And their opponents! Representing WWA: Alabama." MAJOR POPAGE FOR THE FREAKS! Scarlett Johansson: "Team Freak Show!" [The feet tapping sounds of Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" sweeps through the arena as all the country bumkins in attendance starts singing along. Old Man Jimbo comes out cover his eyes from the flashes, while Cowboy, and Harry Blue stroll out in awe over the crowd. The Hellbilly follows them out with a sack slung over his shoulder, and the crowd is visible displeased with the odor coming from the Hellbilly.] DDK: "Oh my god I can smell that from up here." Angus Skaaland: "That is disgusting, you know the World Wrestling Alliance is in trouble when we allow an organization like the AFW in Summer Games." [Anders Duran wastes no times and runs at the ropes vaulting over them and taking out Harry Blue, and Cowboy with a flying body. Old Man Jimbo runs over to help but Anders plants a boot in his gut, and then body slams him into the railing. Scarlett Johansson flees the ring as the Hellbilly throws his bag into it.] Angus Skaaland: "Run Scarlett!" DDK: "That stinks!" [The bag hits the mat right in front of Paul Cashsaw and Maldito, and what looks to be a half chewed raccoon, and a headless squirrel both cover in dried blood roll out of the bag.] DDK: "Ugh!" [DDK vomits right next to the broadcaster's table.] Angus Skaaland: "You pansy!" DDK: "Screw you." [DDK vomits again, Angus is hysterical.] Angus Skaaland: "You little girl!" [Paul and Maldito both back up away from the back and the Hellbilly slides in under the ring, and steps right through the roadkill in the ring. Hellbilly throws the raccoon at Maldito who dodges it by jumping out of the ring, and Hellbilly runs over to punch Paul in the face. Hellbilly knocks Paul into the corner and proceeds to punch, punch, punch, punch, and punch him.] DDK: "I knew this match was going to be nasty." Angus Skaaland: "Stop being a baby this is ratings!" [Outside the ring, Maldito runs up behind Harry Blue just as Anders launches a spinning heel kick at Blue, Cowboy stumbles into Blue taking him down, and Anders plants Maldito right in the jaw with the kick. Maldito stumbles backwards towards the ring when the Hellbilly throws his sack over Maldito's head. Other small pieces of what can only be assumed were animal fall out of the bag, and Maldito turns to run, but only gets as far as the steel ring post.] DDK: "Oh my god! I think, I think I am going to.UGH!" [DDK throws up again as he begins to run to the back, Angus covers his nose, and pulls his chair away.] Angus Skaaland: "Someone get out here and cleaned this up." [Paul Cashsaw tries to sneak up on the Hellbilly but Hellbilly turns around and smiles as Paul revealing the chewed up raw animal flesh in his teeth, Paul is frightened and starts walking backwards until he steps on the raccoon, the squishy corpse causing him to slip. Hellbilly wastes no time and begins to punch Paul in the face.] Angus Skaaland: "You know here I was thinking that this match was going to be terrible when really this is the perfect match for such a low-brow southern audience." [Outside the ring Ander Duran grabs old man Jimbo and Harry Blue, and then proceeds to DDT both of them at the same time onto the exposed concrete. Cowboy tries to sneak up on him but he trips over the unconscious Maldito, Ander catches him and tosses him into the ring.] Angus Skaaland: "Wow, people in a ring!" [Paul Cashsaw is throwing his feet wildly like a little girl as he finally gets up from to his feet; he is covered in raccoon entrails and trying to wipe him himself off when the Hellbilly lets out a scream and charges straight at him spearing him through the middle ropes. While this was happening Ander Duran had climbed the ropes.] Angus Skaaland: "Oh the Gore right through the ropes." Angus Skaaland (in a girle voice pretending to be DDK): "Oh I don't like violence because I am a little girl my name is Darren wah wah wah." [Ander leaps off the top ropes!] FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! [THE REVELATION!] Angus Skaaland: "He nailed that missile dropkick!" Angus Skaaland (in a girle voice pretending to be DDK): "Missile drop kick my name is Darren wah wah wah I am a little girl." [Anders hook the leg for the pin.] ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! ["Clayman" by In Flames begins to play.] Scarlett Johansson: "The winners of this match TEAM KINGPRO!!!" [Anders celebrates by himself in the ring, as he look outside Hellbilly is still punch, punch, and punching Paul Cashsaw, and Maldito is still unconscious in the bag of road kill.] Angus Skaaland: "What a clusterfuck!" Angus Skaaland (in a girle voice pretending to be DDK): "Wah wah wah my name is Darren I don't like the word fuck because I am a little girl."
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[We cut up into the ring where Vinny Mara, and former WWA Executive Jen Caserta are standing. Vinny is holding that steel briefcase that Jen has been totting around for the last week. Jen stands in the center of the ring with a mic in her hand.] Jen Caserta: “I know you are all happy to see me.” [The “Jens-A-Whore” chant starts, as Jen stares dagger out at the crowd, and Vinny screams at them.] Jen Caserta: “Shut up and go f(bleep) your sisters you stupid rednecks.” [Vinny laughs as the crowd jeers!] Jen Caserta: “If you guys are done though I have major news. September 10th 2006, Live from Olympic Sports Hall in Athens, Greece…” [Insert Dramatic Pause] Jen Caserta: “GTC: Presents The Global Cup 2006!” [Major she might be a bitch but I WANT MY GLOBAL BACK POPPAGE!] Jen Caserta: “That’s right the GTC is bringing you Global Cup 2006!” [Still more poppage.] Jen Caserta: “But the good news doesn’t stop there.” [Jen smirks.] Jen Caserta: “When I started Global I introduced a Television title it was only held by the best, and defend on a regular basis. This belt gained some much prestige the WWA recognized it as a alliance wide title the World Television title.” [Jen signals to Mara as he brings over the case.] Jen Caserta: “I have found and individual who deserves an honor such as this, I have found an individual who has earned it, a man who in reality already won, and never lost it.” [Jen pops the briefcase, and raises the WWA National Title Belt in the air.] Jen Caserta: “Look familiar.” [HOLY SHIT POPPPAGE!] Jen Caserta: “I personally stripped this belt off of Jon Smith, but as you all know the WWA doesn’t recognize this belt anymore, so I give you the GTC Touring Championship!” [Jen lifts the belt up in the air for all to see as Vinny stands behind her clapping.] Jen Caserta: “An now I give you your new GTC Touring Champion, a man who never lost the ‘National’ title in the first place…” [Another dramatic pause.] Jen Caserta: “Darius! Leonidas!” [The lights dim themselves as the keys of a piano begin to serenade the audience. From nothing at all to loud, some indistinct sound that’s almost wind-like starts out in bursts almost like drums and then ends up being just a long wind noise until the harsh distorted sound of Nine Inch Nails self-defining guitars along with a drum line comes in to kick off their song, ‘Everyday Is Exactly The Same’.] I believe I can see the future# Cause I repeat the same routine # I think I used to have a purpose # But then again # That might have been a dream # [Onto the ramp way while Trent Renzors gruff voice spouts off the words to the song comes Darius Leonidas, nonchalantly as usual. Short hair, scruffy bearded, black shirt with some random catch phrase on the front, reading ‘Mediterranean Contraband’ on the back, some black cargo pants, and some of those skateboard brand of Nike shoes also black with yellow Nike checks. Hands inside his pockets, no pyrotechnics, no flashy light show, no puns intended, he begins walking down the ramp lazily with a huge grin on his face.] I think I used to have a voice # Now I never make a sound # I just do what I've been told # I really don't want them to come around # Oh, no [The fans give him a mixed reaction as he doesn’t even register their presents with him staring all around at everything he can taking the supposed enormity of what is Summer Games in. The song he’s coming out to is reminiscent of everyone’s current downplay on how Leonidas’ career is going. Darius sees it quite to opposite.] Every day is exactly the same # Every day is exactly the same # There is no love here and there is no pain # Every day is exactly the same # [The Greek Physique pulls his huge gold ring incrusted hands from his pockets and launches himself onto the ring apron, and shoots himself over the top ropes and onto the second turn buckle. Showing his size is not an option over agility. Here he holds up the peace sign sort of like Micheal Jackson does, Darius walks over and embraces Jen with a hug and shakes his good friend Vinny’s hand. Jen Caserta hands Darius what has been announced as her Global Touring Company’s highest prize. The gold and jewel plated GTC Touring championship title. Derived from the prestige and prowess that was also held in the WWA ‘National’ title. A championship that was fought for and showcased on Global when it was a worldwide WWA event. Jen hands Darius her microphone.] [Darius taking spit from his mouth dabs it under his eyes to emulate himself to be ‘tearing up’.] Darius: “Wow guys, this.. This right here. It’s a great honor.” [Darius burying his head into his hands begins to fake cry. A joy filled fake cry. Vinny pats him on the back mumbling something that looks like ‘It’s alright man’. Darius suddenly gains composure. Darius turns toward Vinny and Jen.] Darius: “This means a lot to me guys. That two of the worlds most talented people, whether it be in the entertainment realm or the business realm, would pick me over everyone in the WWA to be the first to hold this belt..” Darius: “But obviously I was the best choice over any of Summer-Games so called talent, which really consist of a bunch of hack-job, botch worthy peasants. That is of course excluding Vinny Mara’s spot in the Summer Games tournament. I’m sure he’ll win, regardless of whether it burns people up inside.. “ [Darius shrugs. Think Zotto. Yes we will continue to use the fact that people got burnt by us in a ring one WMW show long ago.] Darius: This title right here. Look at it. It represents all of the hardships I’ve gone through while working for this company. One I remember awhile back that was a real injustice to me and the things I’ve earned in the past. Once upon a time I was striped of a title similar to this one, also referred to as the National championship. It was a real travesty, the masses booed the WWA, much as they must have been tonight with some of the garbage booking being promoted at such a huge event. [Darius licked his lips, draping the title over his shoulder.] Darius: “Sure they thought it was in the company and my best interest to be vacated of the title, especially when I was receiving a WWA World Heavyweight title shot. Which undoubtedly I won.” [Darius drops down to his knees looking toward the entrance.] Darius: “I bet our WWA boss remembers this night just as I do.. Don’t you remember Mister Ryan Corey? I went kinda like this..” [Darius slaps the mat three times, then jumps up raising his arms into the air happily.] Darius: “..AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!” [Darius grins.] Darius: “So how’s that desk job going? Whatever, that isn’t the point of this is it? No. The point is, a championship just like this one was taken away from me long ago, wrongfully! To my better judgment, World Heavyweight title shot or not, it shouldn’t have left my grasp. I didn’t lose it, so therefore it wasn’t there’s to take. Company policy bullshit is all it was, they told me. It was the proper way of doing business they told me. BULLSHIT.” [Darius snarls into the microphone.] Darius: “It’s what I call conspiracy. It was the WWA plotting my downfall. Even though I was just a replacement at first for WWA’s failure to get what they wanted to be booked earlier. Regardless though, I went on to become the youngest WWA World Heavyweight champion ever. I was a newness to the company they didn’t want, couldn’t handle. Because they knew I wouldn’t be controlled by they’re ever present political grip on the company..” [He shakes his head dejectedly.] Darius: “So I went from golden child to nothing in a month’s time. Which let the mill be told wasn’t my doing. I had to fight to find stardom again, and I did, and still am.” [He points at the GTC Touring title.] Darius: “This is the ticket right here!” [pause.] Darius: “After the National title was taken from me. It was put into a tournament on what was global, where you saw a bunch of no talent hacks fight for and win. Jon Smith was the first replacement to what I originally made the National title.” [He puts a thumb down.] Darius: “Then came the WWA TV title and WWA National title merger. WHERE you saw a bunch.. of no talent hacks.. fight for and finally one of them won. Can someone say lackluster?” [He turns back to Vinny and Jen.] Darius: “Global was build to succeed and while it did, not to the extent everyone imaged it could. Right here. Tonight. Is where you finally get to see that succession.” [He turns toward the crowd one last time.] Darius: “Any non-believers?” [EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF HEEL HEAT!!] Darius: “No matter, you see who the money was put upon. F(bleep)k you!” [He drops the microphone and poses beside Vinny and Jen, and god said build the greatest touring promotion ever, and so GTC was born.]
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team BadAss [BACW] vs Team Summit [WMW] *************************************************************** AS: Man, that last match was painful to watch but thankfully we got some real talent coming up next and about damn time too. DDK: You mean the match that puts Team Summit and Team Bad Ass against each other, Angus? AS: *rolls his eyes* No, I mean Team Bayou against Team Sadistic. Of course I mean Summit and Bad Ass..and speaking of a**s.. (Scarlet Johansson is back in the ring and brings the mic up as the crowds at ringside die down a little) Scarlet: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, the following Summer Games is scheduled for one fall. Introducing team number one! [Through the speaker comes the voice of Mr. Batee as he says, “Enjoy the Brutality!” Then busting through the speakers comes ”Killing is my Business” by Megadeth as Team Bad Ass make their way through the curtain, out first is The Spectre dressed in purple and accompanied by his pet Hyena Johnny. The rest of his team follow behind him cautiously looking out for Johnny. On the left Sam Natas has his weapon of choice Sledge in his hand, his newly won Ewrestling.org title proudly around his waist and the letters BACW proudly across his chest in white letters on his black t-shirt. On the right is Ric Righteous dressed in a long red hooded robe, with his BACW Heavyweight Championship in his right hand as he looks at the crowd with utter distain for each and every one of them. In the center the walking wounded, Lee Riel, dressed in his Canadian Maple Leaf tights and a BACW t-shirt. The entire team make their way to the ring too a very mixed reaction being the new kids in town, no pyro, lights or fanfare needed, tonight it’s all about business.] Scarlet: Introducing weighing in at a total combined weight of one thousand and eighty nine pounds, representing BACW, Ric Righteous, Sam Natas, The Spectre and Lee Riel…Team Bad Ass! [The arena darkens.] [A faint humming can be heard in the background briefly, but it's replaced by some foreground noise.] [Sound bytes with accompanying video bytes, coming at us fast and furious, one after the other.] [First up, a shot of Benner & Demarco, the White Mountain announcer's team.] Michael Benner: Welcome everyone to White Mountain Wrestling [Our next shot, Jimmy Riley plastering Shawn Hilliard with his brainbuster finisher.] Frankie DeMarco: Holy crap. That was sick. Michael Benner: He calls that the Ego Check! [Flash. This time, we see El Tormenta, setting up and hitting a Vertebreaker on his opponent, Christopher Addiction.] Frankie DeMarco: Triturador De las Vértebras! [POP!] [And another: to the "Zotto thing". Mara turns around and picks up a super soaker and drenchs the ring, and the ring apron with it.] Michael Benner: “Do you smell that?” Frankie DeMarco: “Kind of smells like gasoline.” Michael Benner: “Holy shit, he is using gasoline!” [And another. Light spearing Reno Dumont through the ropes and to the floor.] Michael Benner: What a move by The Last Nighthawk! Frankie DeMarco: Wow, just wow. Michael Benner: “Christian Light was impressive" [And one final clip, zoomed in on Michael Benner up close.] Benner: "Welcome to the flagship of this alliance." [White spotlights flash and move through the crowd. "Unlease Hell" by Norther plays over the loudspeakers, and out walks Team Summit, together. The Last Nighthawk is shirtless, dressed in his usual blue and white wrestling trunks with the letters RTD written down the outside of each leg. El Tormenta's got navy blue trunks with a gray cloud and a lightning bolt on the front, navy blue boots with the same logo on them, and a navy mask with the logo on either side of the head. Vinna Mara is in a pair of Carolina blue basket ball shorts with no shirt and is accompanied by Jen Caserta who is sporting a black Gucci min skirt, and Vinny's Jordan NC Jersey. And The Star of The Show is wearing a white jersey with an image of a mountain on the front with “J. Riley” on the back and dark blue tights with “WMW” on the back.] [The four men walk down the aisle, as a unit. Light and Tormenta each walk down the aisle on one side, slapping as many hands on their side as they can. Vinny and Jen walk down the aisle, probably talking up some last minute strategy. Riley is a picture of focus, not taking his eyes off of the ring. They all reach the ring together, and they all enter together. Jen remains on the floor.] [Each man takes one corner, standing up on the middle turnbuckle. Light and Tormenta raise both hands high in the air. Riley raises one hand in the air. Vinny Mara has a sick smile on his face. But before any member of Team Summit can do anything, they are each jumped from behind by members of Team Bad Ass, which causes Scarlet to leave the ring quickly] Scarlet: And introducing, at a total combined weight of Nine Hundred and forty three pounds, the team of the Vinny Mara, Jimmy Riley, The Merrimack River champion Ryan Storm and the "Last Nighthawk" Christain Light...TEAM SUMMIT!! AS: HAHAHAH, I knew it! I knew this wasn't going to be just any run of the mill wuss match! DDK: I don't believe it, Team Bad Ass has taken the early advantage over Team Summit by jumping them before the intros where done and Miss Johansson had a chance to get out of the ring! (Team Bad Ass manages to get all of White Mountain's team with the expection of Ryan Storm out of the ring and start to beat him down in the middle of the ring as the ref attempts to restore some semblence of order. As the members of Storm's team move to their spots on the outside while Team Bad Ass does the same which leaves only Storm and Ric Righteous, with Ric locking on a pretty strong armbar on Storm's left shoulder before he yanks the smaller wrestler up to his feet and cinches in a german suplex and hits it but doesn't let go but instead pulls both men back up and hits another one and then repeats it for a third time, driving Storm over to his team's corner as the big man quickly tags in Riel.) DDK: Impressive showing by the BACW team as well as a gutsy move in trying to isolate and contain "El Tormenta" who's height and weight makes him the smallest man in this match. AS: Yeah but to put it in simple english for all the trailer trash out there is that out of the entire summit team, Storm's the weak link. (Somehow Tormenta grabs with arm of Riel locking his head and arm with a figure four around his head he pulls back with all his might. Riel reaches across with his free hand, lacing his fingers to relieave the pressure, he gets up to his knee, then up to his feet, pulling Tormenta up with a quick jerk he suplexes him, breaking the hold. Before Riel gets back up to his feet and stomps on the left shoulder of Storm a couple of times before tagging Natas into the ring while holding Storm's left arm up in a painful looking twist which allows Natas to get a stomp in but instead of capitalizing on it, Natas mocks Light and Mara which causes the two to get into the ring but they are quickly met by the ref who doesn't catch Natas and Riel to quickly get in some stiff blows to Storm before the ref turns around and forces Riel to get out of the ring.) AS: See, just like I told you. Ryan Storm is team summit's weak link and he's going to cost them the match and the games. DDK: Unless he manages to tag in one of the other members of his team that is. AS: Not happening, now that Natas has him, you are looking at the end of this match. (Natas whips Storm into a far turnbuckle and then quickly charges in with a full head of steam to try and hit a clothesline when suddenly Storm forces himself to leap towards his team as Natas quickly slams into the turnbuckle hard and is met while Storm tags in the "Exile" himself, Vinny Mara) AS: Oh boy, I think that Natas may have made a real mistake in trying for something like that without making sure that Storm was more out of it first. DDK: It doesn't matter now as Vinny Mara is now in the ring with Natas, Angus. Now we'll see how Natas feels against the "Exile" who's fresh and more than rearing for a fight! (Natas and Vinny start to exchange blows in the corner where Natas had attempted to clothesline Storm and this exchange lasts a few more seconds until Mara dodges a punch, grabs Natas' arm and drags him into an arm bar to the mat and cinches it in tightly before Vinny slowly stands up with the armbar still locked in and then he twists it enough so that Natas goes where Vinny wants him to the middle of the ring before he uses that same pressure to shoot Natas into the far ropes and after the man he ducks under a Mara clothesline but Natas gets caught on the rebound with a spinning spine buster) DDK: Incredible showing by the "Exile" AS: You know, you keep saying that like he's somekind of impressive wrestler or something! DDK: Well, the way that he used the armbar to make the most suicidal member of Team BA go where he want to was pretty effective. AS: BullSH**!! (Mara quickly locks in a crossface but before the ref can get into position to check on Natas, Riel comes off the turnbuckles with a suicide dive right onto Mara and his own teammate!) AS: Now that's how you stop a false advantage by a crappy team. DDK: I would call it a near save but to each his own I guess. (As the ref forces Riel to get out of the ring, Natas uses this to quickly move away from Mara to tag in Specter who quickly enters the ring and quickly locks in a rear choke which he then quickly turns into a inverted facelock ddt which drives Mara's head hard into the mat. Specter then picks up Mara and tosses him back into his corner and motions that he wants Light with a sadistic gleam in his eyes) DDK: Okay, now I know that Specter's lost it. He's actually asking for Christain Light to step into the ring now. AS: Pure insanity or pure genius? I mean specter has got to be in Light's head following that one promo he cut. I mean the bit about the chains and Sara, pure genius for someone who everyone calls bloody nuts! DDK:...yeah, you've done that too Angus. AS: Not saying I did or didn't, just saying that wow. (Mara tags in Light and the two big men of both teams stand toe to toe in the ring and for a couple of seconds, both men are standing there as Specter attempts to psyche Light out even more but the "Last Nighthawk" isn't having it as he starts laying in some pretty stiff knife edged chops to Specter's chest, driving him back with each step) Crowd: WHOO!! Crowd: WHOO!! Crowd: WHOO!! AS: Okay, that's just annoying. Can we get the crowd to stop egging on Light please?! DDK: Come on Angus, they're just backing their wrestler! (After a few chops, Specter starts to return Light's with his own as the two men start a chopfest in the ring) Crowd: WHOO!! Crowd: WHOO!! crowd: WHOOOOOO!!! (Light finally feels shows the madman of BACW that he's had enough by kicking Specter in the stomach and picking him up in a Death Valley Driver which he then drives specter to the mat but instead of letting go, Light instead moves around and picks Specter up again into a Fisherman's Brainbuster and then attempts for a pin) Ref: 1....2...3..NO!! (Once again, a member of Team Bad Ass gets into the ring and once again, it's Lee Riel who stomps on the back of Light's head but before the ref or Riel can do anything, Light is chopping away at the other wrestler and forces him to go over the top rope to the floor as Light then quickly hits a spinning forearm shot for both Righteous and Natas before turning around right into a big boot by Specter who had gotten back to his feet at that point and attempts for his own pin attempt) Ref: 1...2...NO!!! (Specter looks slightly frustrated as he grabs Light by the hair only to get another stiff kick to the other man's stomach and Light quickly turns it into a Muscle Buster in the middle of the ring, makes three quick turns and then drops down, laying out specter before quickly tagging in Ryan Storm who comes charging into the ring and stomping away at the big man before finally trying for a pin but Specter catches Storm by the throat with one big hand before standing up and chokeslamming the smaller Storm hard into the match but Specter kept his grip on Storm and then pulled him back up and drug him over to Team Bad Ass' corner where Specter tagged in Natas before finally letting go of Storm's throat) AS: Now we went from the big man that can to the little man who can't even touch anyone on Team Bad Ass. DDK: Yes but I don't think that you should count Ryan Storm out quite yet, Angus. AS: Too late. (As Natas starts laying the boots to Storm, the camera shows us that Riel is working on his team's turnbuckle cover which he removes at which point he gives Natas a thumbs up geasture.) DDK: What was that all about? AS: Just watch and learn. (Natas then picks up Storm and hits a stungun on Storm into the exposed turnbuckle which promptly busts open the smallest member of Summit's team. Natas then starts laying blow after blow into the bloody gash on Storm's head before the ref makes him stop but before the ref can check on Storm, all three other members of Team Summit charge across the ring and start attacking their opposite numbers which leads to a strong brawl but somehow Jimmy Riley gets Storm back over to his side where he does a quick blind tag on his fellow teammate which the ref sees as Jimmy charges in at Natas to get a little measure of revenge against the other wrestler for the attacks from the beginning of the match) AS: *dripping with sarcasim* Oh look, Little Jimmy Riley is trying to play tough with the big boys. I wonder what will Natas do against "Wrestling's Savior"? DDK: There is no need to be rude, Angus. But you do have to respect the actions of Riley due to the fact that his fellow teammate has been busted wide open due to actions of their opponents. AS: Heh, well see. (Riley charges at Natas and nails him with a yakuza kick and then the two men start to trade blows left and right until finally Natas slips under one of Riley's punches and hits an STO on Riley at which point Natas starts to stomp away at Riley's chest but as the ref sees Riel about to try to get into the ring and is distracted, Riley manages to hit a low blow on Natas which allows Riley to get back up to his feet long enough to quickly tag Light back in as the ref turns and sees this but Natas doesn't as he stands up and when he turns to see what's up, Light charges at him and hits him with an incredible spear!) AS: HOLY SH**!!!! DDK: That spear nearly tore Natas in half!! (Light then stands back up as the various members of Team Summit move as Light waits for Natas to stand up again which earns the BACW wrestler a stiff kick to the gut followed by a front body press that quickly gets changed into a Ace Crusher) DDK: DANGER STRIKE!! AS: NO!! (The other members of Team Summit get ready to move as the ref starts the count) Ref: 1...2....3!!!! *DING, DING* AS: I DON'T F**KING BELEVE IT!! DDK: Team Summit won the match, Angus, and you saw it with your own eyes too. Scarlet: The winners of your match, Team Summit!! (Light stands over the fallen Natas and raises his arms up in victory as the other members of Team Summit congradulate the "Last Night Hawk" on the win)
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[Team Tidal Wave’s locker room is busy.] [There are probably hundreds of people bustling about. It doesn’t resemble a locker room at all. It looks more like the lobby of a hotel during traveling season in the Alps.] [Or something.] [Hordes of beautiful women walk to and fro. Press from all over the world is trying to get last minute thoughts on the events of the evening. Even the Swedes are here. It’s amazing.] [And in the corner, away from it all, sits one Brian Fisher. He glances slowly around the room—to Tyson DeBough talking to a group of women, to Doug Wynkoop snacking on a deli sandwich and talking to a number of different people, to Victor Mandrake trying to walk away from a nosy group of Japanese interviewers. Son of a bitch never did like talking to the press.] [Don’t get the wrong idea, though. Fisher has made his rounds. He’s given more interviews than he’s cared to and gotten more numbers from women than he expected to. But for now, he sits and waits. What he’s waiting for only he knows, but his patience is starting to wear thin.] [Mandrake makes his way over to him, probably since that's where the least amount of people were, as Fisher shifts his weight in his chair and runs his hands through his hair with a sigh. Normally not one for confrontation, Fisher decides that now’s the time to step up. Now’s the time to focus. His intense training sessions of snorting cocaine and random sex with women have all led to this point, and he knows what needs to be done. He clears his throat, leans back in his chair.] “Okay, fuckwads, time to go," he says in a raised voice. [DeBough and Wynkoop both drop what they’re doing and walk over to Fisher.] Fisher rolls his eyes, says, “I wasn’t talkin’ to you two. I was talkin’ to everyone else. They need to get the fuck out so we can have a little pre-match pep talk.” [It's at this point Mandrake pipes up in his deep, booming voice.] “You heard the man! Be gone!” [The room begins to clear out almost instantly. Fisher points to a buxom blonde on her way out.] “Except for you. You stay. I’m gonna need to…stretch out…before the match.” He gives her a wink, and she smiles. [DeBough looks at the blonde and then to Fisher.] “So what—” “No,” Fisher says. [He stands up, facing his teammates and begins to pace back and forth.] “So,” Fisher says, “I’m gonna proclaim myself as the official unofficial leader of this team.” [Wynkoop looks at DeBough, DeBough looks at Wynkoop and both begin to say something.] [Victor raises his eyebrow skeptically at Fisher, not one to normally take orders. Out of curiosity's sake, however, he raises one of his big, meaty paws.] “Let him talk.” Fisher nods at Victor. “I’m not one for long-winded, let’s-go-out-there-and-win-one-for-the-gipper speeches, but I feel the need to say something.” [Fisher pauses and reaches down by his chair and picks up a bottle of water. He unscrews the cap, takes a sip and continues.] “I don’t really know you guys. I’ve done battle with Mandrake, but that’s it. Despite the fact that I don’t know you, though, I still think we have what it takes to get the job done. It’s rare for me to show this much feeling, especially to other people who happen to have penises.” [Everyone exchanges an awkward glance.] “Anyway,” Fisher continues, “I just wanted you guys to understand that winning this event means more than you may think to me. So if we happen to falter and don’t make it to day two, if we don’t make it to where I think we should be, all of you are gonna have to answer to me.” [Fisher locks eyes with Mandrake.] “Even you, fatboy.” [Cut.]
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Brian Fisher walks into Ryan Blasier’s dressing room without knocking. Blasier isn’t as surprised as you may think. It turns out that Fisher is more surprised at Blasier’s not being surprised. “Wow, I’m surprised,” Fisher says. Blasier shrugs and says, “When you’re me, you kinda expect people to waltz into places and try to take my time when they don’t particularly deserve it.” Fisher nods. “Like Dark Wolf.” “Exactly. So, what is it you want?" asks Blasier. Fisher shrugs. “If my memory doesn’t fail me, this is a first.” Blasier eyes him curiously. “For what?” “Well, let’s see. First time I’ve seen you since you beat Shane Steele.” Blasier nods. “First time I’ve seen you since you organized the five-star-see mutiny against me.” Blasier feigns a smile. “Don’t worry,” Fisher says, “I’m not here to extract revenge. It crossed my mind on my way here, believe me, but I figured I’d wait until after I win Summer Games and do it in the ring for the title.” Fisher smirks and Blasier smiles himself. The champ says, “What you’re forgetting, Fish, is that I have to step into the ring tonight with a six foot, eleven inch monster who seems destined.” Fisher shrugs. “Destiny? I was thinkin’ more along the lines of right place, right time, knowin’ some people and bein’ ‘different.’ When I say ‘different’ what I really mean is black.” Blasier chuckles, even though he probably shouldn’t. "Destiny, Chosen.” He shrugs. “In this business, it's often the same thing." “Heh, you're right on that one,” Fisher comments. “Funny how the conversation always ends up about Dark Wolf, huh.” Blasier shrugs. “That waste of air time should thank us. Without you and me, his title reign would have been forgotten long ago,” He snorted. “How pathetic is it when the most hype a guy can get for a title reign is from his opponents talking about how undeserving he is.” “Shh! We better shut up about him, otherwise the booking staff might think it's a good idea to book the fucker at the next pay-per-view,” Fisher comments as he brings a finger up to his lips. “Yeah, you're right. Then we'd better not mention Eric Dane, either,” Blasier added. “That guy gets pissy whenever someone drops his name. Just look what happened to Omar Emerson.” “Hey, at least Dane's earned it...or so he reminds everyone every second sentence. But I'd take Dane in a main event any day over John Henry.” Fisher scoffs. “Seriously, what's the big deal about the guy? Are speech impediments the ‘in’ thing, nowadays?” “Beats me,” replies Blasier. “All I know is everywhere I turn, there's talk about how my odds of beating John Henry tonight are about as good as the AFW's chances of winning Summer Games. I think part of it's because Ryan Corey sees a lot of himself in Henry.” Fisher frowns. “Black and dumb?” “No.” Blasier shakes his head. “A whole bunch of hype, with no real substance to back it up. Of course, that could describe a whole bunch of guys in the entire Alliance. Our current World Tag Team Champions are a prime example.” Fisher cringes. “Yeah, Rowell and Lennox. How the fuck did those two end up with those belts?” “Heatwave sticking his nose in someone elses business,” replies Blasier. “Ah, yeah, Heatwave.” Fisher shakes his head. “It's a shame what happened to his career.” “A shame? Or an inevitability?” asks Blasier. “Touché.” Fisher begins to make his way to the exit. “Well, fag, I guess I better hit the road. Just keep that belt nice and polished for when I win Summer Games and get my shot at it.” “Whatever you say, Fish. Our match will be a five star classic,” says Blasier with a smile. Fisher groans. “That was so fucking cheesy, dude.” “Cheesy sells,” says Blasier “Just look at John Henry.” Fisher laughs and then exits the locker room. Blasier goes back to lacing up his boots.
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team TidalWave [theStage] vs Team Stampede [OCW] *************************************************************** Scarlett Johansson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first-round match in the Summer Games 2006 tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish! [A set of flaming dice rolls across the screen, one landing on "5" and the other on "2" for a lucky seven. Then, a phrase fades onto the screen over the dice.] "Do you feel lucky??" [Cut the lights. Cue: "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold.] [Smoke begins to pour out of the entry way, and down the ramp as the screen changes to a deck of cards, and the word "Dice" flashes in neon "Vegas" like lights.] [Cue strobe lights.] [Tyson DeBough appears at the top of the entrance, much to the appeal of all the females in the arena, who look just about ready to take off their clothes for the former model. Indulging his fans, he does a slow turn to show off his physique.] [The lights go down as "Mr. Self-Destruct" by Nine Inch Nails blasts through the speakers. Pyro explodes with the beat of the music, as the massive Victor Mandrake can be seen standing at the entryway, dressed in his usual custom-designed black trench coat, Acolyte-style tights, and black combat boots. His long, pitch-black hair looks stringy and wet as he joins DeBough at the top of the ramp.] ["Remember the Name" by Fort Minor comes over the P.A. Most of the crowd doesn't recognize the theme, except for theSTAGE marks. The lights dim, as Doug Wynkoop, the Crimson Cup Champion, comes from behind the curtain.] [Wynkoop stops at the top of the stage alongside Mandrake and DeBough. Wynkoop looks around at the crowd and cracks a smirk. He hoists his Cup high over his head to a mixed reaction.] [Cue darkness.] [Cue slow techno.] [Two spotlights flash on and illuminate two cages on either side of the stage. Two semi-nude girls dance in them as KMFDM's "Megalomaniac" speeds up and the lights start to flicker maniacally back and forth, flashing every color imaginable.] [Cue the man with no gimmicks, the man that needs no nickname, that needs no introduction but gets one anyway. Cue your motherfuckin’ rightful and deserving world champion.] [Brian Fisher looks pissed off as he appears from behind the curtain.] [He wears white boots and white trunks tonight, trimmed in black, the latter going down to his mid-thigh. A small ‘BF’ sits at the top of the waistline in red and on the back of his trunks, also in red, reads one word: "Survive."] [He stops at the top of the ramp, standing with his teammates before nodding towards the ring and leading their walk down the aisle.] Scarlett Johansson: Introducing first, the team now approaching the ring. Representing theSTAGE -- TYSON DEBOUGH, DOUG WYNKOOP, VICTOR MANDRAKE, and BRIAN FISHER... TEAM TIDAL WAVE! [Fisher climbs into the ring via the steps, makes his way to a far corner, and poses on it to a mixed reaction.] [Wynkoop slides underneath the bottom rope. Wynkoop heads over to the other far corner, climbs the turnbuckles and hoists the cup high in the air for all the world to see. He drops back down and hands it to the time keeper.] [DeBough climbs in through the ropes and makes his way to a near corner, posing atop of it.] [Mandrake steps over the top rope, entering the ring. He climbs to the top of the other near corner, peeling off his trench coat and tossing it to the side, showing off the copious amounts of tattoos and his chiseled physique.] [The music fades and the lights return to normal as all four dismount from their respective corners.] DDK: This is a truly imposing team, Angus, from a fed that's known for not taking guff from anyone, and would like very much to have the bragging rights for going all the way at Summer Games. AS: And probably the team that's best equipped to do it, too, thanks to that big long-haired gorilla up there, easily the most physically imposing wrestler in the whole event! DDK: You're talking about Mandrake, and I can't argue with you there. But it's tough to single him out as the deciding factor when you've also got a former World Champion in Brian Fisher, and two proud, hungry young upstarts, Wynkoop and DeBough. TheSTAGE is well represented here tonight. AS: By the way, what kind of name is "theSTAGE", anyway? Did they turn the company into a theater troupe? DDK: I don't know, but it's different, isn't it? AS: I swear, I'm going to cockpunch the first one of those guys who breaks into song. [As the wrestlers converge in their designated corner, we cut back to the entranceway.] Scarlett Johansson: And their opponents... ["Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits the speakers of the Rupp Arena, sending the crowd to their feet, getting their first glimpse of team OCW, hailing from the Texas Territory. It's not everyday that they get to see wrestlers of this caliber grace their presence, so armed with camera's, they anticipate four completely different men coming together for one night.] [The stage has a goldish tint to it as the team captain steps forward, gracing the arena with his presence.] ["The Diceman" Travis Zahn.] [Zahn's glittery, black, floor length overcoat glides with him as he comes front and center. His shoulder length black hair is pulled tightly into a pony tail, his silver hoop earrings hang from his ears. He slowly raises his arms above his chest and folds them, resting them on his upper pectorals. A grin appears on his face. His tights for the night's action are a black and white zebra print with two dice on each pant leg in shiny silver and "Diceman" written on the back in the same color combination. Wrists taped in black athletic tape and his black boots finish off the look.] [Just as the crowd dies down "Every Womans Fantasy" Dominic Granger comes out from the back along with his long time girlfriend Kali, Granger is wearing a Camo colored trucker cap with a black t-shirt that says.. "I AM OCW" on it along with his black wrestling pants with GRANGER printed in red on the ass. Next to him is the ever so luscious Kali who is wearing a midriff baby T with the words... "Let me be your Fantasy" on it. Her blonde hair tied up in pigtails and some tight black pants that just seem to sculpt her ass like no tomorrow. Granger stands there for a bit sucking up the atmosphere in the arena and then walks towards the ring as he points at some of the signs which say...] MARRY ME GRANGER! I LOVE YOU LONG TIME! KALI YOUR MY FANTASY! [Granger steps up the steps as Kali climbs in the ring and smiles at Zahn as Granger climbs up the ropes and takes off his OCW t-shirt and throws it to the crowd as females scramble over it like a frenzy to try and get a hold of it and tosses his cap over to Kali who kisses him lustfully and then exits the ring...] [Simon Kayne enters the arena to a warm welcome from the crowd. He comes out wearing his trademark black boots with one having a S and the other a K in red, as well as his black trunks with the interlocking S and K on the back. Simon violently throws his hands in the air and then pounds his chest.] [Kayne stops and looks out at the crowd, pointing to the fans and continues to walk down to the ring. He greets some fans as he strolls towards the ring. Simon grabs a fans sign and holds it for the camera.] What kind of name is theStage OCW RULES AS: See? I'm SO not the only one who thinks that's just weird. [Kayne gives the sign back to the kid. He makes his way to the ring and he jumps onto the apron, wiping his feet on the mat and then steps through the ropes. Simon goes to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope, and poses for the crowd. He goes over and meets his teammates Travis Zahn and Dominic Granger.] [Finally Lemual Jordon walks out, the music's still pumping, the fans are popping louder than ever, at the top of the ramp Jordon pauses, looking down on proceedings. He wears a pair of white basketball Nike sneakers, 80's style with big tongues, white Indianapolis Colt's shorts and a white OCW 'Stampede' wifebeater, with his surname inscribed across the shoulders in generic black print. It's the latest, greatest OCW merchandise, he's flogging it, go buy now dickweeds.] [Jordon sprints to the ring, slides in under the bottom rope, pops up and high five's his team mates. OCW are at full force and ready to shine.] Scarlett Johansson: Now in the ring, representing Outlaw Championship Wrestling -- SIMON KAYNE, DOMINIC GRANGER, LEMUAL JORDON and TRAVIS ZAHN... TEAM STAMPEDE! DDK: The OCW reps appear to have brought a true team mentality with them tonight, all the better to compete in the name of Outlaw Championship Wrestling... But anyone following the Texas territory lately will know that Jordon has been at odds with Granger and Zahn, so it remains to be seen if that cohesion will hold for the duration of this match. AS: My prediction: it won't. DDK: For their sake, they'd better work together! Especially since, being the biggest member of the team, Jordon is the one bringing the power, and may be Stampede's best shot at neutralizing Mandrake. That's what OCW owner Eric Ramirez is banking on, at least. So it wouldn't be in their best interests to let any existing issues leak into tonight's performance. AS: Well, okay, if Zahn is a responsible team captain, he'll put those issues aside for the night, but... c'mon. I'll believe it when I see it. DDK: Indeed. At any rate it's an impressive group in its own right. And considering all the bad blood and heated words that have passed between OCW and theSTAGE, formerly known as the AWO, and with so much pride riding on the outcome, you can be sure that both promotions have sent the best teams they could muster! It's going to be a hell of a match, Angus. AS: Did you say blood? That's what I want to see. [Team Stampede have gathered in their corner to discuss some last-minute strategy, but many a withering glare is being thrown toward the corner occupied by theSTAGE -- who, in turn, are beaming malevolent looks right back.] DDK: And you just might get to see it. [As both sides have seemingly organized themselves, the ring announcer exits to the outside and the referee comes in.] [Ding, ding, ding!] DDK: We're underway, folks. Brian Fisher is leading off for theSTAGE, and Travis Zahn steps up for OCW. Both team captains are taking the initiative as this first round match gets started, and you can see the confidence radiating from the two of them. [No hesitation as they meet in the center of the ring -- Fisher jawjacking arrogantly at the OCW rep, and Zahn seemingly unfazed by it, lasing his theSTAGE counterpart with a look of focused determination. Seeing that his words are not having an effect, Fisher feigns shock and turns to mug for the crowd -- then suddenly slashes his hand up toward Zahn's face! But the intended slap does not connect: Zahn had seen it coming and shot his own hand up to catch Fisher's wrist.] [Two pairs of eyes lock in a hostile glare. All around them, a murmur of anticipation rises from the crowd.] [And then Zahn and Fisher lock up -- eschewing the traditional collar-and-elbow position for the more direct approach of going right for each other's throat.] DDK: This didn't take long to get ugly! AS: Right on, the sooner the better! [Putting his 25-pound weight advantage to good use, Fisher tilts into his opponent and forces Zahn against the ropes, where he starts to dig in with sharp kneelifts into Zahn's midsection. Zahn takes two in the gut but blocks a third, and quickly ducks under Fisher's arm to go behind the former World Champ. The Stampede team captain clubs Fisher between the shoulderblades with stiff forearm shots, adding a shot to the back of the neck for good measure. Fisher lashes back with an elbowsmash, connecting squarely with the cheekbone of Travis Zahn, successfully causing a break in the offense and knocking him back a step or two.] [Looking to capitalize, Fisher whips around and charges with a lariat -- but it's ducked by Zahn, who manages to latch onto Fisher and grab him in a rear waistlock. Fisher anticipates a German suplex and bends his knees to lower his center of gravity, but this plays right into Zahn's strategy: Zahn instead drops low and takes Fisher down with a rolling cradle, putting Fisher on his neck and shoulders as Zahn rolls back up to his feet. The referee drops to make a count, but he doesn't even get to '1' before Fisher explodes out of the pinhold with a thrust of both feet.] DDK: Nice takedown by Zahn, but Fisher says it's way too early to think about a pinfall. [Zahn moves in as Fisher shoots back to his feet, but Fisher gets in the pre-emptive strike with a blatant rake to the eyes, which gets the referee all worked up. Ignoring the striped shirt, Fisher grabs Zahn by the arm and cranks it viciously against the shoulder joint, making Zahn double over. From there, it only gets worse as Fisher winds up and punts Zahn right in the face.] AS: Yes! I love it. [Fisher goes for another one, but Zahn is covering up his face with his free arm while trying to duck under Fisher's grip to counter the armlock. Fisher lets the arm go and switches to a front facelock instead, cinching his forearm tightly against the larynx of Zahn as he grabs a fistful of tights, and heaves the smaller man into the air with a vertical suplex! But Zahn kicks his legs, upsetting the balance, and he manages to swing himself down to land behind Fisher. As the two men turn to face each other, Zahn reaches up and reciprocates Fisher's earlier rake to the eyes with one of his own!] DDK: It seems Travis Zahn is no more a fan of fair play than Brian Fisher is. AS: Rules are for suckers anyway. [The referee again takes umbrage at these tactics, but Zahn doesn't concern himself with that: taking advantage of the momentarily blinded Fisher, Zahn grabs him by the head and delivers a swinging neckbreaker. Then, popping back to his feet, he beckons to OCW's corner.] DDK: Zahn's calling in some assistance here -- and Dominic Granger answers the call! [As Granger moves along the apron to climb the turnbuckles, Zahn bends down to pick up Fisher again -- but Fisher shoves him roughly away, getting upright on his own.] DDK: Anger is evident on Fisher's face as he stalks toward the OCW team captain... but he doesn't see Granger on the top rope behind him! Granger launches himself! AND CONNECTS with a missile dropkick to the back of Brian Fisher! AS: One order of whiplash, on the double! DDK: That was nasty, for damn sure. [The bombardment sending Fisher stumbling down to hands and knees, Zahn and Granger go to work ruthlessly stomping at their Tidal Wave opponent's ribs and shoulders and head. Switching things up, the OCW reps pull Fisher to his feet, slap on a doub |