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[Summer Games 2009.]
[The Crown Jewel of the World Wrestling Alliance.]
[It’s what every wrestling past and present in the WWA trains and fights for. To be the Summer Games Champion and have their name etched into the record books along the likes of…]
[Dusty Griffith.]
[Eric Dane.]
[Josh Styles.]
[Christian Light.]
[Ulfric.]
[Just to name a few.]
[And tonight a new warrior will come forth and make his mark on the WWA History Books and will become the number one contender for the WWA World Title.]
[This is Summer Games, goddammit, and we’re live from Madison Square Garden in the heart of New York City.]
[And this is what it’s all about.]
[Open to a moving crane shot of the inside of Madison Square Garden, the entire city of New York has crammed the venue with rabid wrestling fans. Thousands of signs paper the arena, and a few of them are even kind of creative and funny.]
-I WANNA HAVE BOSTON’S BABY!
-THE END IS NEAR!
-WHERE THE FUCK IS ERIC DANE?!
-I READ CANNON’S TWEETS!
-I (HEART) TEAM DANGER!
-BROOKS FOR PRESIDENT!
-BRETT FARVE WILL WIN SUMMER GAMES!
-MANDRAKE KILLED MICHEAL JACKSON!
Mark Hazen- GOOOOOOOOOOD EVENING! We are LIVE from the Madison Square Garden for Summer Games 2009! Ladies and Gentlemen, we may be in the middle of a recession, but dammit, we are committed to giving you one of the best shows of the summer!
Electra Bowie- You better believe and tonight is going to be the night that everything changes believe it! And let me the first to predict that tonight JACK AMETHYST will walk out of Summer Games as the World Wrestling Alliance Champion…I’ll put my paycheck on it! And Boston Bancroft will walk out as Summer Games Champion…besides, that puissant Adrien Cochrane doesn’t have the stones to win it.
MH- Jesus…can we be any more critical?
EB- Just stating what everyone else is too scared to say.
MH- Regardless, Summer Games is live from New York and things are definitely going to crazy before the night is over!
Summer Games Match I
Team SSB vs. Team II
R.I.P. eliminated by Blue Collar Pa
Watts eliminated by Curtis Penn
Blue Collar Pa eliminated by Art Stradze
Robert Divine eliminated by Jak Nemesis
Art Strazde eliminated by Boston Bancroft
Curtis Penn eliminated by Boston Bancroft
Winners: Team SSB- Boston Bancroft and Jak Nemesis
[Chris Cannon and Adrien Cochrane both sat on the bench located in the locker room. They both wore their respective wrestling gear. Adrien was tuning up his guitar and Cannon was looking on in awe. Adrien strummed a few Sum 41 "Fat Lip" chords and looked to Cannon for his feedback. It was a Canadian band, so Cannon was clapping all the way. Cannon's eyes squinted and he looked to Adrien with a serious expression on his face. ]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- Are you ready Adrien?
[Adrien smiled.]
Adrien Cochrane- Could not be anymore ready Chris. It has been on my mind for several weeks. How about yourself?
[Cannon grinned.]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- Well... Let's put it this way. I am prepared to work together and win this thing. TEAM PW:S thinks they will stroll onto our home turf and win this thing. I think not. I know they have some WWA veterans on their side. I know they have WWA World Titles, Double Crown Titles and all that... But we have done our share of gains as well. We all have gained fame and titles.
Adrien Cochrane- Well... I am just glad we are all on the same page. You know... We all had our little worries. Thank goodness we all came together for this.
Adrien looked to his guitar and strummed a few notes.
Adrien Cochrane- Hmm. That would make an interesting note right there.
[Jackson began to speak from the doorway, nearly startling both of his teammates.]
Jackson- Damn, did I miss the team builder campfire singalong?
[Both Adrien and Chris looked towards the doorway as Jackson spoke.]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- Holy shit, Jackson. Think you could be any louder?
[Cannon laughed.]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- What you been up to?
[Jackson shrugged as he crossed the room, tossing his gear bag into a corner.]
Jackson- The usual, Chris. Bustin' heads, fighting chicks in the boiler room... least I wasn't swimming in the East River. I think I can smell Bancroft from here.
[Cannon snarled at the sound of Bancroft's name, yet passed on a response. Instead, he bent over to lace his boots. Adrien looked on in shock at Jackson. ]
Adrien Cochrane- Thank god you made it here in one piece. You know we need you out there. God forbid if we were down one and PW:S took advantage of that. It's just good to see you here, Brad.
Adrien looked confused as Jackson laughed at the comment.
Jackson- Kid, I've been here for two days. I slept on that couch last night.
Adrien Cochrane- Did you get a good nights sleep?
Jackson- Damn right I did. Can't you feel the energy here? Something big's gonna happen inside these walls tonight.
[Cannon finished tying his shoe and looked up towards Jackson. ]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- Damn right it is. You know... This is the biggest night of the year for the WWA. It is our home turf and it is Madison Square Garden.
[Adrien sighed. ]
Adrien Cochrane- You are all right. We may go back to hating each other after tonight. We may go after each other's throats after this... But tonight we will readily work together against Mandrake, Sullivan, Big Black Atomizer and Evan Hurley. I have been around the WWA for a good while, and I know what they are capable of. I must ask the both of you what your antidote for this is? Just to be on the same page.
[Cannon looked at Adrien with a half grin.]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- What our antidote is? We have the most arrogant, cocky and trash talking son of a gun alive, the goddamn Machine, The Nightbringer, and Adrien fuckin' Cochrane... The guy who never says die. What more were you looking for?
[Adrien shook his head at Chris. ]
Adrien Cochrane- I don't mean to fill in our ego's here. I mean what is your take on each of these guys. They are veterans for a reason. They have dominated their eras for a reason.
[Cannon shook his head as well. ]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- I do not doubt my capabilities as well. Look. This is a big night for me. I guarantee it. Their names will raise my stock tenfold. I don't care what the names are and what they have done around here. My antidote is to go out there and take the air. Lay it all on the line and let the pieces fall where need be. I thought we already talked about this?
Adrien nodded and looked to Brad.
Jackson- What he doesn't hit in the air, I'm going to pound into oblivion. None of those assclowns can outwrestle me in a singles match... throw all four of them in there, and we've got dingleberries on parade. It's not ego, Adrien. It's a fact. They're the old guard... and we're the hungry new breed. It's time for a paradigm shift.
[Adrien sighed. ]
Adrien Cochrane- You guys are a bunch. I tell ya. But what TEAM PW:S needs to look out for on my side of things is that I am a WWA veteran as well. I have been through a lot in my quest to be at the top. I know that I can count on each of you to go out there in just under fifteen minutes and work together. If things work the way we want then I will meet you guys in the finals... It would be an honor.
[Adrien extended his hand first to Chris Cannon. Cannon looked to Adrien's hand. For a second, it seemed like Cannon was thinking of his attack and exit... But that feeling was soon overtaken with a shake of the hand and Adrien's trust. Adrien put his guitar down and walked over to Jackson. ]
Adrien Cochrane- What do you say Dark Horse?
Jackson took Adrien's hand without hesitation.
Jackson- Let's give 'em a show they won't soon forget.
Voice- Boston Bancroft in the house. Hey pretty boys. Care for an asswhipping?
[The voice came from behind them and they turned to a shrugging Chris Cannon. Jackson smirked, reaching into his back pocket to make sure his pack of smokes were there.]
Jackson- Cute, Chris... real cute. Shoulda said it more like this though.
[Jackson struck an absurd pose, flexing so hard every vein bulged. Then he bellowed in a fake macho voice.]
Jackson- (in sarcastic Boston fashion) Ima mess up all y'alls greasy faces... WORD!
[Cannon got up off the bench and walked up to Jackson where they met nose to nose. Adrien rolled his eyes, walked past them to get his guitar, and exited. Cannon nudged Jackson's shoulder. ]
"Highflyin" Chris Cannon- (in sarcastic Boston fashion) I will cripple you. I will break you limb for limb. It isn't personal, just business. Appreciate the asswhipping I give you. It is your only outlet!
[Cannon snorted humourously.]
Jackson- That's not the only thing I'll be appreciating, 'Boston'. I'm going to enjoy each and every second of force-feeding you back all that shit you said about me.
[The REAL Boston Bancroft- (aka Chris Cannon) Listen here. I have defeated you before. I may have pinned Zortalk, but it didn't matter. I know I couldn't get past "Rising Star" status in the AWF, but I am going to fuck your shit up. I have my plastic baseball bat and a dick bigger than you and all your World Title reigns. I would smoke you one-on-one. ]
[Backing off from the mockery, Jackson turned away from Cannon, hands curling into fists. This doesn't last long as Jackson growls in anger that isn't totally fake, and charges at The REAL Boston Bancroft, looking for a clothesline that Boston ducks. Jackson spins around, and dives in with a spear, just as Boston goes for a clothesline. The result is both men lying sprawled on the floor. ]
[...The sound of "Good Riddance" by Green Day can be heard audibly down the hall. The sound seemed to get closer and closer until it was apparent that the guy behind the song was Adrien Cochrane. He stood at the doorway looking down at both Cannon and Brad Jackson. He sighed.]
Adrien Cochrane- Guys. Don't you know our match is up next? You have under three minutes. Geez. You better catch the make-up lady before she goes on her lunch break. You don't wanna interfere with her lunch. You'll understand when you see her.
Both Cannon and Jackson held their heads in pain... Or not?
Adrien Cochrane- Are we on the same page?
[Cannon and Jackson laughed hysterically.]
Adrien Cochrane- I take that as a yes.
[Jackson and Cannon both quickly get up to their feet trying to contain their laughter. Adrien rolled his eyes and continued down the hallway. Jackson and Cannon followed suit. PW:S vs. HRW. Who would win? We will soon find out!]
[New York City.]
[Madison Square Garden]
[Summer Games 2009.]
[Justin Brooks.]
[Standing in front a black Summer Games backdrop and with the hood of black FDNY hooded sweatshirt dropped over his head as his taped hands rest on his waist. The hood is draped over his eyes before he slowly looked up in the camera with a determined and solid look in his hazel green eyes. The crowds packed into the MSG cheer for their hometown boy appears on the large projection screen and just stares into the camera with a deadly gaze.]
“I’ve endured everything you threw at me.”
“Only to stand up and ask for some more.”
“I’ve survived every verbal attack you got.”
“And I’ve never wavered.”
“But tonight…”
“Tonight is different, because to be at a depraved bastard…I have to become a bastard myself.”
“Something within two years, I never thought I would have to do, but you know when it comes to individuals like yourself…I’ve realized that you don’t understand logic..you don’t understand diplomacy…you only understand one thing and one thing only…”
“And that’s pure unadulterated violence.”
“And if you want to sit back and think that this smile and the adoration of the fans makes me weak…you got another thing coming because all this time you’ve taken me for face value and complete underestimated what I can and what I will do to you.”
“Not only am I going to beat you tonight…”
“…but I’m going to make you bleed.”
“…I’m going to make you hurt…”
“I’m going to break you…”
“I’m going to destroy you…”
“…and all the while, I’m going to walk out of New York with the WWA World Championship around my waist.”
[Finally.]
[They're here.]
[Late as always.]
[But damnit, they're here.]
[And by they I would of course be referring to the former two time and soon to be Three Time, Reigning, Defending, Undisputed, Kings of all that is Tag Team Wrestling in the
World Wrestling Alliance.]
[Or in simpler terms.]
[Team Danger.]
[Stephen Greer on the left, Kelly Evans in the middle, and Tyrone Walker on the right.]
[The infamous trio of terror and tastelessness stroll into back of Madison Square Garden like they own the place and as if they're not fashionably late.]
[Hell with fashionably, they're just fucking late. Like get fired and miss their opportunity at history late.]
[Speaking of making history.]
[You wouldn't know that this was a big night for the boys from Team Danger Land what with their cool exteriors, ears plugged with iPod's or in the case of Kelly Evans whose
hands preoccupied with an Apple iPhone 3G.]
[This calm, cool exterior never shakes, never rattles, and never rolls, no matter the staffer who rushes up to them to hurry them along or even a frantic programming director
who fails his best to "handle the talent" with his worried yet relieved question of why they're so late.]
[They mostly ignore him, only nodding occasionally to appease him to show that they're at least pretending to respect him with their make believe attention. They don't let his
worries bother them because this is what they do.]
[This is who they are.]
[This is what they live for.]
[They've been here and done that several times over and no matter how many times they've made the trip it never seems to get old for them. It could be 40 teams fighting over a
pit of spikes on a shaky wooden bridge with centuries of wear and tear Indiana Jones style.]
[To everyone else this is a huge match. It's four teams and a whole bunch of ladders separating them from the glory of those two shiny golden belts hung some 20 feet above the
ring.]
[It's the possibility of history being made if Team Danger walk out of this alive with the belts in hand. Not in the nearly 10 year existence of this alliance has a team reigned
atop of the mountain three times.]
[It's huge to everyone else.]
[But to Team Danger?]
[It's just another Sunday doing the only thing that they've ever cared enough about to keep doing for all these years. No matter the pain suffered, blood lost, tears shed, and
lives nearly left in ruin, they love this demon whore of a mistress called wrestling.]
[Being escorted through the halls of the Garden by their assigned handlers, Greer, Walker, and Evans eventually ditch these shadows when they take refuge in the nearest
locker room after making it clear they want to be left alone until it's time.]
[Shutting the door, Team Danger disappear to be left to their vices while they wait.]
Summer Games Match II
Team PW:S vs. Team HRW
[Once the match got started, the New York crowd started to cheer for their home team, Team HRW and started to chant for Brad Jackson as he tied up with Danny Sullivan to kick off the first round contest. Sullivan got the upper hand in tie up and is able to turn the grapple into a hip toss. Sullivan follows up on the slam with an elbow drop. Jackson isn’t too fazed by the two move combo as he sweeps Sullivan’s legs from under him. Jackson pops Danny in the face with a powerful clothesline once he was to his feet. Jackson whips Sullivan into the HRW corner and tags in the Hall of Famer, Ryan Corey.]
[Ryan Corey starts throwing a fury of punches into the cornered Danny Sullivan. Chris Cannon sneaks a kick to Sullivan’s kidney. Sullivan shoves Ryan Corey off of him, and pulls Cannon into the ring. Not allowing such an angry attack on his teammate, Adrien Cochrane quickly gets in the ring and stands in front of Cannon, daring Sullivan to try to attack them. As Sullivan hesitates, Ryan Corey school boys him for a pin.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[Sullivan kicks out at two. With Cannon and Cochrane back on the apron, Sullivan starts pointing at the two as a warning. Sullivan hits a knee strike to Corey’s gut. Ryan Corey tries to swing a punch back, but Sullivan blocks it and responds with a connecting one onto the former World Champion. Sullivan tags in Victor Mandrake, causing the entire crowd in Madison Square Garden to get to their feet as Victor Mandrake steps into the ring with the “Nightbringer” Ryan Corey. The “N-R-C” chants were nearly deafening.]
[Mandrake approaches the Nightbringer with a menacing stare. Corey gives on right back. The two men begin exchanging lefts and rights, starting with a left from Mandrake, then a right from Corey, left from Mandrake, left from Corey, right from Mandrake, right from Corey, left from Corey, and it’s finished off with a dropkick from the old man, downing Victor Mandrake. Ryan Corey, knowing that an old man like him should NOT have tried dropkicking someone, tags in a man known for doing them all the time, Adrien Cochrane.]
[Fans cheer as the fan favorite gets on the top rope, looking down at the kneeling Hall of Famer. Mandrake gets to his feet and turns around, only to be clocked in the face by yet another dropkick from the top rope. Adrien scurries to the downed Mandrake for the cover.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[Victor Mandrake didn’t want to be eliminated by a simple missile dropkick from someone like Adrien Cochrane, evidenced by his forceful kickout. Adrien uses his speed to get back to his feet and running against the ropes. Mandrake got to his feet, only to be taken back down by a flying head scissors. Adrien rolls back to the corner and tags Brad Jackson into the match.]
[Brad Jackson stomps on the back of the head of the former chairman of the World Wrestling Alliance. Knowing that Victor was too heavy to do any power moves to, Brad Jackson knew he had to find a way to get Mandrake out of the match. Once Victor got back on his knees, Jackson thought his finishing maneuver, Something Wicked, might do the trick. Sure enough, Victor was downed once again after the move and Jackson quickly hooked the leg for the pinfall.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[THREE!!!]
Victor Mandrake has been eliminated by Brad Jackson
[The former Double Crown Champion decided he had enough of this and hops into the ring as the new legal man. Once Brad turned his attention to Evan Hurley, Hurley had already knocked him senseless with a boot to the face. Hurley begins to lock in a Boston Crab (where PW:S is headquartered ironically). Jackson shrieks, feeling massive amounts of pressure. Cannon gets on the part of the apron in front of Evan Hurley, taunting him, hoping it’ll distract him, as Adrien Cochrane hopped down from the apron and started trying to motivate Jackson to get to the ropes, yelling “Come on, Brad! Just a few more inches!” The combination of the two must have worked as Brad Jackson inched closer to the ropes until finally grabbing the bottom rope. With Cannon and Cochrane, Jackson quickly tagged in the only man in the corner, Ryan Corey.]
[Corey had a good enough rest as he starts to hit some karate kicks, followed by a powerful spear. Hurley gets back up, only to be hit with a spinning DDT. Hurley gets back up once again, but this isn’t some medium-power move he runs into. The fans explode in cheer as Ryan Corey hits his finishing move, a Kata Hajime Suplex, more commonly called the Nightfall. The pinfall was only a formality, but everyone knew Hurley was done before Corey got the cover.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[THREE!!!]
Evan Hurley was eliminated by Ryan Corey
[Ryan Corey gets back up, feeling like he found the fountain of youth…until Danny Sullivan jumps in the ring takes out his left knee. The knee of Ryan Corey seems to be seriously injured from the strike. Corey gingerly gets back to his feet. Sullivan, knowing what happened to Corey, knows that he needs to let Corey seek medical attention as soon as possible. Sullivan, knowing Corey can’t counter with one knee, hits his finishing Shock and Awe. He gets the cover to try to show some mercy for a fellow honorable wrestler.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[THREE!!]
Ryan Corey was eliminated by Danny Sullivan
[Chris Cannon, on the other hand, doesn’t have an ounce of honor in his entire body. Cannon immediately sneaks into the ring and hits a low blow on Danny as the referee was busy calling for paramedics for Ryan Corey. Sullivan immediately shakes off a following cover attempt. Sullivan gets back to his feet, whipping Cannon against the ropes, who is blind tagged by Jackson. Sullivan hits a tremendous power slam, but is once again, attacked from behind with a club to the neck.]
[Jackson pauses for one moment to check on Cannon, and it’s enough for Sullivan to get back to his feet to make the tag to Big Black Atomizer. Atomizer goes for a quick kill with a big boot to the face of Brad Jackson, but he is able to react quickly enough to side step, causing Big Black Atomizer to get a leg over the top rope. Cannon gets back to his feet and dropkicks Big Black Atomizer over the top before returning to the corner by Adrien. Jackson rolls to the outside to pursue BBA, smashing his face into the turnbuckle before placing him back into the ring. BBA gets back to his feet before Jackson is all the way in the ring. Once Jackson is all the way in the ring, he is caught in a drop toehold to crossface by Atomizer. Jackson rolls out of the move after a few seconds in it, and tags in the only man left in the match with Summer Games experience, Adrien Cochrane.]
[The more flexible Cochrane doesn’t fall for the same exact trick Atomizer got Jackson with as he is able to twist out of the drop toehold and even counter it into a small package, but doesn’t get anything from it as the Deathmatch finalist is able to kickout immediately. Cochrane gets back to his feet quickly, backing off a few feet as he watches the Big Black Atomizer get back up. Once BBA does get to his feet, Cochrane runs towards him and hits a quick bulldog on the bigger wrestler. Cochrane tries a similar tactic the next time, but fails at his leaping crossbody as BBA catches him in mid-air. Big Black Atomizer quickly powerslams him as Sullivan did Chris Cannon a couple of minutes ago. BBA gets the cover.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[Cochrane shows his will to make it to the finals for the second time in his career by kicking out before the three count. BBA tags Sullivan back in while Cochrane is still down. Sullivan hits a running knee drop on the chest of the former Manhattan Island Champion. Adrien Cochrane struggles to his feet, giving Danny Sullivan a chance to hit a fireman’s carry with a pinfall following.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[Cochrane kicks out once again! Danny Sullivan decides he needs to hit his Shock and Awe once again to take down the determined Cochrane, but Adrien Cochrane flips over Sullivan’s shoulders. Chris Cannon slaps Cochrane’s back for the blind tag. Sullivan turns around, probably wishing he didn’t as he turns right into an Adrien Cutter. Cochrane quickly rolls out of the ring to catch his breathe as Chris Cannon hits a frog splash from the top rope to attempt to seal the deal on Danny Sullivan. Cover!]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[THREE!!!]
Danny Sullivan was eliminated by Adrien Cochrane and Chris Cannon
[Big Black Atomizer faces quite a problem being the only remaining member of his team with three members of Team HRW still left on the table. He gets into the ring, hoping Chris Cannon is still fuzzy from the frog splash, but he didn’t count on the quick tag to Brad Jackson. Brad Jackson hits a gargantuan spear that nearly took his head off. Chris Cannon is still in the ring, looking at Brad Jackson. Both nod and decide it’s time to head to the finals. Chris Cannon lifts Big Black Atomizer in the air in powerbomb form with Brad Jackson’s assistance. Jackson runs against the ropes behind Cannon. As Cannon slams down Big Black Atomizer in his Cannon Bomb, Brad Jackson hit a jumping clothesline on the way down. Instead of getting the cover, Jackson quickly tags Adrien Cochrane, who was on the top rope, waiting to finish the match. Cochrane does a silent cross before hitting his version of the Swanton Bomb, the Death from Above. Cochrane lays back first on Big Black Atomizer as Cannon and Jackson also cover him as well. The triple cover is immediately counted.]
[One…]
[TWO!]
[THREE!!]
Big Black Atomizer is eliminated by Brad Jackson, Chris Cannon, and Adrien Cochrane.
Brad Jackson, Chris Cannon, and Adrien Cochrane advance to the finals.
[The bell rings as the three remaining members go in separate corners, looking at each other. Chris Cannon just immediately heads to the back without saying a word to the other two. Adrien Cochrane shakes Brad Jackson’s hand, and the two wish each other the best of luck in the finals.]
[Backstage.]
[It's about that time.]
[In the once crowded locker room which Team Danger now occupies alone. Greer and Walker are in matching gear consisting of black lycra pants with a large silver Superman inspired TD logo on the left hip. Their hands and wrists are taped up to their mid-forearms both with "3x" etched in silver sharpie over the black taping on their right hands. The only noticeable difference is that Walker wears silver knee and shin pads over his black boots, while Greer wears black boots with silver laces. As usual Walker's hair is left to be in it's customary free and wild afro, while Greer's hair is pulled back in a tail.]
[The only one missing is Kelly Evans who quickly solves this problem by bringing a little more color to the party. Emerging from the bathroom in a sheer pink bikini top and a black micro mini skirt with pink pinstripes and accents. Rounding out the attire is a pair of black knee high boots with pink laces. She displays the evenings attire that is entirely for her adoring public of drooling males and masturbating teenagers at home for the boys, but neither so much as blinks as they continue to prepare themselves. Besides, they've seen this show before, it's a great show no doubt, one of the best... but it's still the same show they've seen before.]
"Hmph."
[Evans shrugs and takes her seat in between the two just as they seemed to have finished gearing up themselves.]
Kelly: Would it kill you guys to say I look nice just once before we go out?
[Nothing.]
[Before this can escalate a knock at the door interrupts what would have surely been the 37th break up of Kelly Evans and her two friends. She huffs and heads for the door where she finds the nights glorified mic stand, a young looking gentlemen who's straight out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. Kelly is unimpressed and almost slams the door on him thinking it's time for her and the boys to go get what's theirs. History.]
[Greer looks over to Walker who looks back and they both nod to each before Walker bolts up to keep the door from closing.]
Walker: Hey wait a second.
[Walker gets up and welcomes the man into the lions den so to speak. Greer also rises and the two unite together with Kelly in front of Abercrombie and his cameraman Fitch. These are the words our heroes will part with before heading out so pay attention!]
Walker: Before we do this, we figure since none of them other fools will say anything, so here goes.
[DEEEEEEEP BREATH!]
Walker: Team ELITE. Screw you and the horse that rode your ass in on. You all talked a lot of game while we were out of it for a while there, but where are you now? Huh? Where. are. you. now?
[Pause.]
Walker: Nowhere that's where. Once we returned, you two yappy little pissers shut the hell up quick. Real quick. Don't worry though, we'll make it quick so you all can punch your ticket out of here aye-sap.
[Moving along. Greer says nothing, only nods a bit in agreement.]
Walker: Now then. Junior and Malik. Speaking of getting your tickets punched. You two can have all the delusions of grandeur that you want, it's good to have to hopes and dreams, even if we're going to have to crush them for our own benefit.
[Ty pats his heart.]
Walker: Believe me, it'll hurt us more than you. When this is all said and done, you two can come back and try again to make something of yourselves, because it just ain't going to be happening tonight.
[Greer snorts and Ty steps back, allowing the King of Pain to have the floor.]
Greer: And we'll save the least for last. So this is what the best tag team in the world has amounted to?
[Greer snarls.]
Greer: What a joke. I can't believe that we actually lost to you two jokers once before.
[Ty: "Heh".]
Greer: Sex Symbols. You two have made maybe the biggest mistake in the all time history of screw ups when it comes to dealing with us.
[The KoP focuses just a little bit more as if he were looking directly at the reigning WWA Tag Team Champions of the World, Sean Peters and JD Hart.]
Greer: You have it all, you even have a win over us. Except one thing. Passion. To you this is just something you do to pass the time, it's something you could do with or without, it doesn't even really matter to you. Does it?
[Greer's jaw clenches in anger.]
Greer: And that's where you guys have already lost this one, because this right here is what we LIVE for. It's WHO we are, it's WHAT we do, it's the ONLY thing that we have EVER cared enough about to continue doing for this long. We don't need the money or the acclaim, the love or the hate of the fans, we do because it's the only thing that we have ever wanted to do.
[Greer exhales, his glare still razor sharp. Ty motions forward just as the staffer appears to tell them that it is in fact time to head to the ring. All three stride through the door with Greer going first, then Walker, and then Evans. Before the door closes on the camera Ty looks back at Kelly and says "sextacy" with a grin and a wink as his eyes trail Kelly's barely clothed body that gets Evans to smile appreciatively before pressing her hands against his shoulders to push him forward.]
WWA Tag Team Championship Title LADDER Match
Team Elite vs. Sex Symbols (c) vs. Southern Hospitality vs. Team Danger
Winners and NEW WWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS….Team DANGER
“I’ve returned to the finals.”
[Adrien Cochrane looks at the listing of the finalists that was posted backstage. He was confident he could help bring his team to victory. He, Chris, and Brad did one hell of a job taking down Team PW:S, and even Ryan Corey, despite his elimination, did his part. But the first round is over. His allegiances with Jackson and Cannon are on hold until either they or he is eliminated from this match.]
Cochrane: “I have waited two years for a second chance in the Summer Games Finals. I can’t let it slip away again!”
[Cochrane slams his fist against the wall. He was determined to make the best of this opportunity. The people who have called him a bust and overrated need to be silenced and nothing can do that better than a Summer Games victory. The fans have been behind him through some rough spots, but Adrien knows that they want him to win this too. He has to do it, for the fans. Within a few seconds of deep thought his phone beeps.]
Text Message from: Matt Pithen
Hey, bud! You’re in the finals again! Take home the victory, man! You can do it!
[The phone beeps again.]
Text Message from: Justin Brooks
Hey, kid. While I’m getting ready for my title match, I’m going to be watching the finals. I’d love Brooks vs. Cochrane for the big belt. Show them who’s boss. Best of luck!
[With those two messages coming in from his two best friends within the WWA, Adrien smiles. It was almost like a small boost of confidence that his friends have faith in him and believe in him. Adrien stretches his arms out. If Brooks and Python, two guys who know how to succeed in this business, can believe in him, than so can Adrien himself. Adrien smirks as he walks down the hallway to head back to the ring. He’s got a Summer Games match to win.]
MAIN EVENT I
Summer Games Final
Boston Bancroft vs. Jak Nemesis vs. Adrien Cochrane vs. Brad Jackson vs. Chris Cannon
Ring Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen…it time for the 2009 SUMMER GAMES FINALS! Introducing first…hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, he stands 6 feet 6 inches tall…weighing in two-hundred-forty-one pounds, he is the current SSB Campeonato De La Raza…winner of 2009 PATH TO GLORY, he is ‘THE DEVASTOR’, ‘THE SPOILER’, ‘THE HIRED HAND’….BOSTOOOOOOOOOOOON BANCROFT!”
[Boos erupt from the crowd as Boston smiles and places his hands on his waist as he looks up at the heavily HRW-favored crowd and just took in all the heat and the hatred as he stood in his corner with a smile on his face.]
RA: “Next…hailing Los Angeles, California…standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall…weighing at a two-hundred-seventy-five pounds, he is the FORMER WORLD WRESTLING ALLIANCE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…he is ‘THE DARK HORSE’ BRAAAAAAAAAAD JACKSON!”
[Strangely enough, cheers popped from the crowds as Brad Jackson simply stood across the ring staring daggers into Boston Bancroft, who crossed his arms over his chest and simply smiled softly to himself.]
RA: “Now from New Orleans, Louisiana! Standing 6 foot 2…weighing in two-hundred-seven pounds…he is ‘The Original Prankster’ and the former HRW Manhattan Island Champion…HE IS ADRIEN COCHRAAAAAAAAAAANE!”
[Adrien throws his hands in the air as he turns to face the New York crowd with a large smile on his face. He climbs the turnbuckle as a small chant of ‘ADRIEN’ begins to pump through the crowd.]
RA: “Representing the HRW…He is the reigning HRW MANHATTAN ISLAND CHAMPION…the most Arrogant, Cocky, and Trash Talking Son of a Gun Alive…the self-proclaimed ‘HIGHFLYING’ CHRRRIIIIIIIS CANNON!”
[Not as receptive as they were of Adrien Cochrane, but yet the cheers were there as Chris rubbed his hands together with a slick smile on his face.]
RA: “Last but not least….representing the SSB…he is the reigning WORLD WRESTLING ALLIANCE DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION…the winner of the 2009 BAIORENSU JISATSU VIOLENT SUICIDE TOURNAMENT…he is JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK NEMESIS!”
[Jak didn’t smile, Jak didn’t budge, but yet his eyes told his story. He studied each and every man as the ring announcer climbed out of the ring.]
[DING-DING-DING!]
[The bell rang as all five men looked around at each other waiting for someone to make the first move.]
[And it would be Boston to make the first move as he and Brad Jackson meet in the middle of the ring in a collarbone bone tie-up, only for Boston to get the upper hand with a knee to the midsection to the Former WWA World Champion, but yet the numbers game belongs to the HRW as both Adrien Cochrane and Chris Cannon lowered the boom on Bancroft with forearm shots to the back of Boston, which caused the SSB Champion to let go his hold on Jackson. But not to be undone, Nemesis interjects himself, pulling Chris Cannon off of Boston and begins to trade blows with the Manhattan Island Champion.]
[The crowd is on their feet, as both Cochrane and Jackson begin to team up on the Boston bullying him into the near corner as Jackson took charge and placed his large shoulder several times into the defined stomach of Bancroft before landing another major shoulder into the stomach of Boston, who staggers out of the ring only for Adrien to bounce off the ropes and leaps, grabbing the head of Boston for a ADRIEN CUTTER…]
[But Boston isn’t in the Summer Games Finals for nothing!]
[He places his hand on the back of Adrien and using his own momentum against him, he sends Adrien Cochrane flying across the ring, crashing into the Brad Jackson, knocking him to the outside of the ring! All the while, Cannon and Nemesis continue to struggle of an advantage only for Boston to even the odds and levels Cannon in the middle of the ring with a clothesline. Nemesis looks over at Boston and nods his head in appreciation, but yet Boston shows his true colors and drills Jak in the mid-section with a boot, doubling him over as he sets him up for THE CRADLE OF LIBERTY…]
[…but not so fast!]
[Adrien Cochrane is up on his feet and races towards the two men and using the back of Jak Nemesis as a springboard, he catches Boston in the face with a flying calf kick to the cheers and approval to the crowd!]
[Using the momentum, he Adrien goes for the cover on Boston Bancroft but doesn’t even get a two count as Bancroft powers out!]
[Boston climbs to his feet, enraged that Cochrane would have the balls to attempt to pin him as begins to stalk the former Manhattan Island Champion around the ring, finally painting him in a corner and places his hands around the throat of Adrien and he lifts him in the air as Adrien kicks his feet helplessly about! Boston smiles looking down at Brad Jackson who looks up at Boston, but the crowd is all cheers as both Chris Cannon and Jak Nemesis are on their feet and both men leap in the air and tag Boston in the back with dropkicks sending both Adrien and Boston to the outside of the ring!]
[The crowd is going nuts as Jak leans over the top rope yelling and cursing at Boston for turning his back on his SSB teammate, but this the Summer Games Final…every man for himself!]
[But the moment of jaw-jacking from Nemesis give Cannon exactly the moment he needed as he spun Jak around and with a quick kick to the gut…CANNON BOMB in the middle of the ring. The crowds cheer as the referee is right there for the count!]
[ONE]
[TWO]
[THREE!]
[Jak Nemesis is eliminated by Chris Cannon!]
[The crowd is all cheers as Chris Cannon climbs to his feet with a smile on his face from scoring the first pinfall in the Finals, he glances outside of the ring and sees both Brad Jackson and Boston Bancroft going toe to toe outside the ring. Cannon scales the turnbuckle to take flight, but it’s Adrien Cochrane that jumps to the ring apron and clips the leg of Cannon racking on the top turnbuckle to the agony of the crowd. Adrien keeps the pressure on and climbs the turnbuckle himself setting himself but Cannon has other ideas as he pushes Adrien off as he crashes to the mat! Cannon gathers himself as he rises to his to his feet on the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a cross body block, but Adrien quick recovers and dropkicks Chris Cannon right out of the sky as both men fall back to the mat with a heavy crash!]
[Cannon clutches his chest in agonizing pain as Adrien is getting fired up and glances out of the ring to see both Jackson and Boston on the outside continuing to duke it out. Racing to the turnbuckle, Adrien jumps to the top turnbuckle and instantly takes flight with a moonsault taking out BOTH Brad Jackson and Boston Bancroft as the crowd goes nuts and begins to chant the name “ADRIEN-ADRIEN-ADRIEN!” But yet it looks like a war zone with bodies strewn about in and out of the ring.]
[Brad Jackson is the first one to his feet, as he slides into the ring as Chris Cannon uses the corner ropes to pick himself up to his feet. The Dark Horse charges Cannon with a lunging lariat, but the quicker Cannon ducks underneath and once Jackson turns around, he’s meet with a standing side kick that drops the former World Champion! Cannon goes for the cover!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[KICKOUT!]
[The crowd groans as Jackson gets his shoulder up right after the two count. Cannon looks up at the referee and shakes his head in frustration as he gets to his feet, and grabs the head of the larger Brad Jackson and throws him into the ropes, but due to the size difference Jackson is quick to reverse and whip Cannon into the ropes instead and drops his head telegraphing his next move only for Cannon to leap over Jackson and bounce off the ropes again in hopes of mounting another offense and score his second pinfall but he’s caught by Brad Jackson and planted into the canvas with the EGO TRIP!]
[Brad covers Cannon and hooks the leg as the referee counts!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[Chris Cannon is eliminated by Brad Jackson!]
[The crowd boos as Brad rises to his feet and kicks Cannon out of the ring! His face is stoic as Cannon is escorted to the back, holding the side of his head as the crowd cheers slightly for his efforts. But as Cannon makes his exit, Adrien slides underneath the ropes into the ring and once Brad Jackson turns around Adrien strikes quickly and efficiently with the ADRIEN CUTTER!]
[The crowd pops as Jackson bounces off the ring canvas as Adrien scrambles for the cover. But he doesn’t even get a one count as Boston pulls Adrien off of the fallen Brad Jackson and drops Adrien outside of the ring with a F*CK YOU CHOKESLAM for good measure. The crowd boos loudly as Boston looks over at Brad Jackson and covers for the cover.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THR-Kickout!]
[The crowd cheers as Jackson gets an arm up just in time. Boston smirks as he nods his head and drags Jackson to his feet, but Brad shows signs of life as punches Boston in the midsection repeated in hopes of creating some space between the two powerhouses.]
“LET’S GO JACKSON! LET’S GO!”
[The crowd gets behind the former World Champion as begins to mount a offense but he’s stop dead in his tracks as Boston lowers himself to a single knee and throws his forearm to the nuts of one Brad Jackson who groans in agony, while Boston takes in the initiative and hooks the arm and the leg for the CRADLE OF LIBERTY dropping Jackson in the middle of the ring and goes for the cover!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[Brad Jackson is eliminated by Boston Bancroft.]
[And then there was two left.]
[Boston rested in the corner of the ring as Adrien, slowly made his way back into the ring after the devastating chokeslam that left him outside of the ring. Finding his way into opposite corner, he tried to catch his breath as Boston slowly walked into the middle of the ring and offered his hand in mutual gratitude and respect. Adrien looks at his outstretched hand and despite his better judgment he reaches out and shakes Boston’s hand out of respect. But you can never trust the SSB Champion who pulls Adrien into his grasp and sends the young Adrien across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex.]
[Quickly keeping the heat on, Boston grabs Adrien and bullies him into the corner with strikes to the head, sending Adrien into a crumpled heap into the corner. Boston backs off slightly into the middle of the ring and charges at full speed and tries to put his boot through the skull of Adrien Cochrane but yet the quicker Adrien moves at the last second sending Boston’s leg through the ropes, racking himself to his dismay. Taking the moment to assess the situation, Adrien slides out of the ring and grab’s Boston’s outstretched leg and using the ring post as leverage, he wraps himself around Boston’s leg and works the knee of Boston with a leg lock around the ring post. Boston screams out in pain as he grabs the ropes tries to break free as Adrien hangs upside down yanking on the leg of Boston, trying to gain whatever advantage he can over the more experienced Bancroft. Finally Adrien releases the hold as Boston falls to the mat, holding his left knee in pain.]
[Adrien climbs into the ring as Boston struggles to get to his feet, the damage done to the ligaments to his left knee as Adrien aims for the leg with a low dropkick sending Boston to the mat once again. But yet Boston refuses to stay down as he gets to a vertical base once again as Adrien bounces off of the ropes looking to go for the knee once again, but Boston lowers his body in hopes of protecting his damaged knee but yet Adrien doesn’t go low…he goes high instead…]
[ADRIEN CUTTER!]
[ADRIEN CUTTER!]
[ADRIEN CUTTER!]
[The crowd goes bananas as Adrien connects with the Adrien Cutter on Boston Bancroft and instantly scrambles to go for the pin!]
[ONE!]
[Adrien hooks the leg high!]
[TWO!]
[He can feel it…all of New York City can feel it!]
[2009 SUMMER GAMES CHAMPION!]
[THRE-KICKOUT!]
[NOOOOOOOO!]
[Boston kicks out at the last possible millisecond to the shock of the NYC fans as well as Adrien Cochrane who buries his face in his hands out of frustration. He was –so- close…so close to the promise land!]
[Adrien slowly climbs to his feet as Boston lies in the middle of the ring knowing how close he came to losing it all at the last possible moment. Boston struggles to get to his feet, especially with one good wheel left as Adrien tries to size up the bigger competitor. Using his speed, Adrien begins to chip away at Boston with kicks to the back of the injured leg of Boston trying to get him to a smaller size. But all it took was one wayward kick from Adrien and Boston was able to catch the leg of Cochrane and with a powerful tug, he brings Adrien forward and levels him with a lunging clothesline that turns Adrien inside out as both men fall to the mat.]
[Boston drags himself over towards Adrien and drops a single arm over his chest for the cover.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THRE-KICKOUT!]
[And it’s Adrien’s turn to kick out and show his resiliency as he gets a shoulder up. Both men are lying on the mat looking up at the light of Madison Square Garden as the WWA fans haven’t sat down since this match began. It’s Adrien who’s the first to stir followed by Boston close behind. With both men on their feet, the square off in the middle of the ring and begin to trade blows, but yet Adrien knows better than to get into a slugfest with the bigger Boston and quickly follows up with a another kick to the injured knee of Boston Bancroft, bringing him down to a single knee. Adrien seizes the moment and bounces off of the ropes but Boston lunges forward and leading with his bad knee, he sends it crashing it into the midsection of Adrien Cochrane, stealing the win from his lungs!]
[Using the momentum, Boston hooks the arm and the leg of Adrien Cochrane and attempts to hoist him over his head, but his knee won’t hold as Adrien kicks his feet to create more leverage. Keeping the hold Boston tries again, but Adrien kicks free with an elbow to the ribs. He sprints to the far side of the ring and bounces off the ropes but he’s meet with a spinning back mule kick to the stomach which is promptly followed up with THE CRADLE OF LIBERTY!]
[Some fans cheer, some fans boos as Adrien crumbles in the middle of the ring as Boston goes for the cover!]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]
[Adrien Cochrane eliminated by Boston Bancroft.]
RA: “YOUR WINNER AND 2009 SUMMER GAME CHAMPION…”
"BOSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON..."
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFT!"
[The crowd pops, hate or like him, the man just went through hell and back and respect is due where respect is due.]
[“Roll with the Changes” pours through the PA System as the referee slides over to Boston and grabs his wrist holding it in the air as he lies on the mat with a large smile on his face. Slowly Boston climbs to feet and limps over towards the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle as he pounds his chest and through his fists in the air as a wave of flashbulbs wash over him as the music continues to play.]
[To the back.]
[Jack Amethyst, scourge of International Influence in Canada, sits on the off-white tiled floor of his allocated locker room. He is slouched against the green lockers with a scowl on his sour face. He is halfway into his ring gear. His fists are tightly taped up with dirty white bandages around the knuckles and palm. His wavy shoulder length hair is dripping wet and swept from his forehead. The water forms a dark ‘V’ on the chest of his loose fitting black t-shirt.]
“Yer’ about to see the crowning of a new fuckin’ king.”
[Jack drops his head and draws a single knee up slowly towards his chest.]
“By the end of tonight, I’ll be sittin’ on a throne of pussy and booze an’ using Justin Brooks’ head as a fruit bowl. This, right here, tonight is the start of something fuckin’ outrageous. That no-good waster Jack Amethyst is getting’ his grubby little hands on the biggest prize in the whole of the wrestling world.
Makes you feel fuckin’ sick doesn’t it? The thought of your precious gold belt being mine turns your rotten stomach. My name engraved in the fuckin’ record books ‘till the end of time.
Set your VCR’s bitches.
That title will be around my waist quicker than any of you cross eyed queers can say _bloodbath_.”
[A wry smile raises one side of Jack’s unshaven face. Amethyst hoists his bootlace towards his chin, tightening them around his ankle. He continues talking in a low, growling Californian drawl as he knots the lace with his hard-tipped fingers.]
“An’ the thing is. Every single one of you knows it. There’s only one guy walking out of here with that title, an’ it sure as Jesusfuck ain’t Justin Brooks or Edward White.”
[Jack emits a crispy chuckle. Out of shot, Amethyst’s permanent companion, a packet of cigarettes is half finished. His lungs crackle like a forty a day man as he sighs.]
“See, I’ve done a lot of talkin’ over the past few weeks. Me an’ Brooks both.”
[Jack ponderously presses his tongue against the sharp chipped top of his front two teeth. Slowly, he continues. Footsteps thud in the busy corridor outside.]
“But the difference is that I’ve shown I’m not afraid to back up my words.”
[A clench of his fists. Jack straightens his leg and turns to face the camera for the first time. His black eyes are thin. His cheekbones are high, his nose deadly straight. There is something bewitchingly attractive about him, a charismatic serial killer.]
“I’ve not hidden away. I’ve not sat back and watched shit unfurl. I’ve been right out at the motherfuckin’ front with a battle axe in my hand collecting skulls. I’ve turned Brooks’ face into bloody afterbirth and used Teddy White as a human bowling pin.
An’ they’re the two guys who are going to stop me from runnin’ train on the whole dub-ya dub-ya aye?”
[A rhetorical tone. Jack shakes his head and massages the side of his neck in casual disbelief.]
“Puh-lease.”
[A dismissive shrug]
“I’ve had a tougher time scoring a blowjob off a crackwhore than beating seven shades of shit outt’a those cuntholes.”
[A demonic smile.]
“I’m not a fuckin’ coward like Edward White an’ I’m not some fuckin’ smiling poster boy fraud like Justin Brooks. I’m the one guy in this thing who is willing to fucking _kill_ to get that title.”
[Pause.]
“An’ tonight, in front of all the gormless retards with their homemade cardboard ‘Goldenboy’ signs; I’m going to prove it.
Justin. White. You two fucko’s bets start praying, because divine intervention is the only thing that is going to stop me tonight. Shit, it might be the only thing that lets you leave my ring with your organs still on the inside.”
[Grin.]
[Fade.]
MAIN EVENT II
WWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH
Edward White(c) vs. Justin Brooks vs. Jack Amethyst
(Apocalyptica's "Path" would begin to play, as a picture of Justin Brooks would slowly appear on the WWA's massive big-screen, above the entranceway.)
"They've struggled through Hell itself..."
(A picture of Amethyst would appear to Brooks' right.)
"Some may have even crawled out of those flames..."
(A picture of Edward White would appear to Brooks' left.)
"And some might be the one funding the flames..."
"But tonight, their collision course, sometimes literally..."
"NO, JACK! NO!"
(The limo's engine roared, and the tires screamed. The limo had sped forward, and with a sound like a cannon going off, the limo had smashed through the cinderblock wall of Edward White's office! The limo's engine would die in the crash, and for a few moments, all that could be heard was a loud click-click-clicking, the sound of a car that had just been working and now, is violently not.)
"Or that had ended in flames..."
"Jack's got his lighter!"
(Most would remember that horrifying sound the lighter made as it burned away Brooks' flesh, that hissing noise...)
"And now..."
(The house lights would come up, revealing that the announcer, one Mark Hazen, had been speaking the whole time! He'd grin, and roll his shoulders, one sleeve pinned at the bicep.)
"I give to you your main event of the evening!"
(The horns.
"NOW COMING TO THE RING... FROM NEW YORK, NEW YORK..."
(Fuck.)
(Tha.)
(Frail.)
(Shit!)
(The rap blasted over the house speakers, the WWA faithful leaping to their feet to cheer, as the curtains were thrown apart. The cheers weren't just in the high-pitched tone... No, Justin Brooks wasn't only over with the women and kids. How could a homeboy firefighter not be someone popular with the crowd?)
"HE IS A FORMER WWA DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION..."
(The dark-skinned wrestler came out, onto the ramp, and threw his hands skyward, a navy blue hoodie with FDNY stitched large red letters. He's gone from the HRW to the GEC to the SSB... and now, Justin Brooks has back home to NEW YORK!)
"JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN BROOOOOOOOOOOOOKS!"
(Down the ramp Brooks stepped, before the pyrotechnics crew behind him set off a blast of bright orange flame. He threw his arms out to his sides, as the pillar of flame burned behind him. Fingers would spread and waggle. He was fine with the flame. He and it had made peace long ago.)
(Brooks made his way down the ramp as he smiled to himself and walked around the outside of the ring slapping the occasional outstretched hand. He stopped at the group of the FDNY workers, those that have ringside seats to all the action for the evening. Justin smiled and then steps to the ring, leaping up and onto the ring apron. Holding onto the top rope, Brooks clenched a hand into a fist, bending to pound on the ring apron, before under the top rope he went, whirling, bathed in the light of a thousand flashbulbs. Arms were held out to the sides as he looked over the fans filling the arena. He stripped off his FDNY hoodie and tosses it in the crowd as he waits in his assigned corner given to him by the referee.)
"HIS FIRST OPPONENT..."
(The arena lights fade out. Things are about to get sweary and children are about to cry. Jack Amethyst is coming.)
#I've got the wind at my back and my foot to the floor
#I ain't comin' back to you no more
#I'm sick of your crap and your moaning whine
#I'm leaving you for good come rain or shine
#You can cry me a river, cry me a river of tears
#Yeah you can cry all you like but it won't change my mind
#I gotta get away get you outta my life...
(The crowds immediately give a healthy dose of uber-heel heat as ‘Runnin Wild’ by Airbourne crackles through the sound system. Amethyst appears on the entranceway in his wrestling garb. A half smoked Marlboro hangs loosely from his bottom lip. His left hand is clenched around the scuffed leather strap of the II Jnr. Heavyweight Championship belt.)
"HOLDING THE TOP TITLE OF WWA CANADA, INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE..."
#You got me runnin' wild and free
#Runnin' wild and free
#You got me runnin' wild and free
#Runnin' wild and free
(Amethyst takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it loosely by his side. He waits, absorbing the cascade of hatred the WWA fans bestow on him. With a smirk he takes a step forward, hauling the belt through dust and dirt with little regard for its heritage.)
With a flick of the forefinger, he tosses the smoking cancer-stick into the front row of the fans, causing an immediate reaction, fists and children fly as security immediately move to cut off the impending brawl. Jack just smirks and makes his way to the ring, tossing his title belt to the side.)
"JACK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAMETHYST!"
(The response was less than pleasant. The barechested, shorter, smaller white guy would step right up to Brooks, and would grin, as he got in his face. Brooks wasn't cowed, but Jack wasn't about to back down. It was finally fun time. They'd get to see the ultraviolence and the good ol' bloodletting that Jack had been promising for weeks!)
"AND FINALLY, HE IS THE CURRENT REIGNING WWA WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..."
(The fancy string instruments of Michael Nyman's "Chasing Sheep Is Best Left To Shepherds" would hit. A very fancy, upper-crust type of song, like the soundtrack to any movie's "senatorial ball" scene. The curtains of the entryway would part, and "The Socialite" Edward White, would come riding out to the ring... On a golf cart, with a sparkly green dollar sign painted on the hood!)
(Dressed in a crushed-velvet smoking jacket, White looked down his nose at the fans crowding the front rows, some flipping him off, some asking for five dollars, some asking for him to impregnate them too so they could have three wrestlers feuding in real life over them...)
(He looked down at them all. His large migrant worker, the Hispanic fellow that White had found in front of a Home Depot, Hector Perez, drove the cart, so White didn't actually have to do any work in the trip. The little cart would stop at ringside, and White would climb out, and slowly ease his way up the steel ring steps. Hector would put the cart in park, and would cross his arms, leaving it running.)
(It was electric. It was fine.)
"EDWARD... THE SOCIALITE... WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!"
(Mark climbed out of the ring, and headed back to the announce table. The bulky World Champion climbed into the ring, pulling undone the tie around his midsection. Once opened, the jacket would allow one to see the sparkling gold of that World Title belt, immaculate and well maintained. White glared at both Brooks and Amethyst, as he shrugged his smoking jacket off. It was tossed out o the ring, into the golf cart.)
(White leaned over the ring rope, pointing to Hector.)
"Hold that. Keep it running, this won't take long."
(White turned, and would take off the title belt. Holding the faceplate between both hands, he'd give a big, cocky grin, and would lift (i)HIS(/i) WWA World Heavyweight Championship Belt to the sky. He had won it, had defended it, and was a bona-fide top name for the history books to write.)
(White handed the belt to the ref, and the ref checked it with Amethyst and Brooks. Jack smirked, and stroked it, getting some grease and sweat on the faceplate. Brooks gave it a fist-tap. The title was held up into the air, for the camera... And the belt was brought over to the ring worker.)
Ding ding ding.
Hazen: "The bell has rung, and this match is officially underway!"
(The WWA World's Champion would immediately back up, into the corner. Amethyst and Brooks spared a glance to White, but seeing that he wasn't being aggressive...? They'd charge one another. Amethyst and Brooks, trading right hands back and forth in the center of the ring! Neither would give an inch, but those brutal right hands would not stop!)
Bowie: "What furious punches from these two! It's like, gosh, they really hate one another!"
Hazen: "No need for sarcasm, we've seen the violence on display for weeks now!"
(Amethyst would duck one of Brooks' punches, letting the former firefighter overbalance, and Jack rushed forward, the crown of his head spiking into Brooks' face! Brooks would stagger backwards, hands clapping to his nose, and Jack would football-style tackle Brooks to the mat, mount his waist, and begin hammering rights into Brooks' face!)
Hazen: "In comes White..."
(The World Champ would stomp-kick Jack in the stomach, but the challenger would grab at White's tights, and fall backwards, yanking White forward and off-balance! Jack sprang to his feet, and would begin hammering elbows into White's temple, not giving an inch to the bigger man! White put both hands on Jack's chest and would SHOVE, sending Jack sprawling, tripping over Brooks' fallen body.)
Bowie: "While Jack might be the most ruthless guy in this match, White is still probably the biggest and burliest!"
(White would come forward, fists balling up, but both Jack AND Brooks would kick White in the stomach, from the mat! White doubled over, as Jack came to his feet, hooking White's head under the arm. Brooks would double his knees, and Jack spiked White head-first onto Brooks' doubled up knees!)
Hazen: "What a double-team move!"
Bowie: "White's down! Either man could get a pin!"
(But Brooks came to his feet, and the two men would toss White right out of the ring, over the top! Now that the ring had less money in it, Brooks and Amethyst would begin trading blows again, but this time, Brooks would snap a punch to the tip of Jack's chin, sending the II champ staggering back! Brooks would grab Jack's wrist and send him off to the ropes...)
(And as Brooks went for an armdrag, Jack would stop, drop, and latch an armlock onto Brooks! Jack would lock that arm under his own, on his knees, and wrenched back, trying to pop it out of the socket. At the same time, Jack's right arm was free... So, he'd begin to hammer the tip of his elbow into Brooks' eyes! That brutal elbow would smash into the bridge of Brooks' nose again and again, hammering Brooks in the face like a piledriver, over and over and over, until Jack forgot about the armlock, and was just trying to kayo the firefighter!)
Hazen: "What a series of elbows! Brooks is looking loopy!"
(Jack tried for a quick pin, as Brooks' eyes rolled in his head, but to no avail. Brooks kicked out at two. Bringing Brooks to his feet, Jack would latch a deep side headlock on, trying to squeeze the blood from his opponent's brain... Brooks wouldn't stop fighting, though! With that headlock cinched in, Jack took a wide stance, trying to keep Brooks off his balance...)
Bowie: "Brooks on his feet! He's got it turned!"
(Elbows would hammer into Jack's stomach, and the former DC, GEC, and HRW champ would hit the ropes, coming back to absolutely LEVEL Jack, taking his head off with a clothesline! Jack would be pulled back up, and Justin fired off a knife-edged chop, then a punch, then a chop, then a punch, and then Brooks would duck, scooping Jack up, onto his shoulders for a Fireman's carry, and then Brooks would fall back! Samoan drop!)
Hazen: "Brooks hooks the leg!"
Bowie: "But Jack kicks out at two!"
(Brooks wasn't done there, though! He'd pull Jack back up, and would slam a boot into his stomach... Turning, Brooks was gonna hit the ropes and come back for a DDT or spinning neckbreaker or... something, but seeing White on his feet at ringside, Brooks would continue, and suicide dive right through the ropes! White was taken down with the tackle, and Jack was left alone in the ring!)
Bowie: "Gutsy, but dumb on Brooks' part!"
Hazen: "He sacrificed his advantage to keep White down! He's thinking about both competitors, not jt Jack!"
(Jack would wince, but would straighten. With his two opponents out and down, he'd head over to that side of the ring, looking over the top rope... Brooks and White were both coming up, trading blows... So, Jack would pull back on the top rope, then leap over, coming down for a plancha!)
(With Brooks and White under him, Jack crushed his two opponents to the floor, then would send White off, headfirst into the steel ringpost! Brooks would be thrown into the ringsteps, knocking them over with a hellacious clangor. But Jack wasn't done! Brooks would be helped back up... And then, Jack would hook the leg and the head, and would forward legsweep Brooks, facefirst, into the steel steps!)
Hazen: "Brooks is gonna need a good surgeon after that one!"
Bowie: "Talk about getting your grill wrecked!"
(Jack rolled Brooks back into the ring, and would slide in after him. As Brooks struggled to his hands and knees, Jack would come charging in, and would bash his right knee, right into Brooks' temple! The black wrestler would fall to his side, hands going to his head in pain, but Jack would give no mercy, and no quarter! Boots stomped on Brooks' head and neck, before he'd grab the fallen wrestler and drag him back up.)
(Brooks was led to the corner, where the bigger, blacker wrestler would be slammed, headfirst, into the top turnbuckle. Jack sat Brooks on the top rope, before he'd climb up, perching himself not only on the second 'buckle... But stood outside of the ring! As Brooks began to come to, Jack would leap upward, legs sliding around Brooks' neck, and Jack would flip backwards, Super Dragonrana-ing the Firefighter off the top rope... TO THE OUTSIDE!)
Hazen: "OH MY GOD!"
Bowie: "SUPER DUPER FRANKENSTEINER OFF THE TOP!"
(Brooks even clipped White as he fell, and they lay in a heap! Jack had mostly landed on his feet, although he had bounced on his shoulder on the apron... Coming staggering over, Jack would stomp Brooks in the stomach, before helping his bosom buddy rise upwards once more.)
"Come on, Justine!"
(Jack would grin, as he adopted a boxer's stance. A jab was fired off, to the side of Brooks' face.)
"Show me whatcha got!"
(Jack fired off another jab, and Brooks would clumsily throw a punch that Jack easily ducked. Jack would snap a jab from his other hand to the point of Brooks' chin!)
"Whatcha got that your slut wife hasn't shown me?"
(Jack would laugh, snapping another jab, but as he did, Brooks would snap out of his daze! He ducked the right, and went low, waistlocking... Jack was scooped, and Brooks would snap back down with a brutal, vicious spinebuster, slamming Jack backfirst onto the protective mats at ringside! Protective or not, that spinebuster did Jack no good.)
Bowie: "Oh, they might've hit those pads, but they're not too thick..."
Hazen: "Most definitely. We're required by state law to have those, but only to prevent bludgeoning injuries from hitting the concrete beneath! There's nothing gentle about that fall!"
(Brooks would pop back up, throwing a fist skyward and giving a shout, something from deep in his stomach, a mighty cry of energy. As Jack began to roll onto his side, Brooks would point a finger at Jack, eyes wide. "YOU DON'T GET OFF THAT EASY!", he roared, and would grab a fistful of Jack's hair. Pulling the dirtiest man in Canada to his feet, Justin popped Jack one in the mouth, sending him staggering back!)
Bowie: "Justin's got the irish whip!"
Hazen: "RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RINGPOST!"
(The crowd roared, as Jack Amethyst went flying shoulder-first into the steel ringpost, smashing the breath out of his chest, slumping against it. Justin came running over, and kicked Jack in the small of the back, before grabbing him and sending him rolling back into the ring. Justin dove in after, and would pop to his feet.)
Bowie: "Justin's signalling for his finisher!"
Hazen: "The fireman's carry into the sit-out piledriver, the Hook n' Ladder, has defeated many foes!"
(Justin would help Jack up, then would duck, going for the Fireman's Carry once more... But Jack would reach down, and jab those two fingers into Justin's eyes! The firefighter would let Jack slip off, and as Jack landed, he would spin on the tip of his boot, that elbow coming up...)
Hazen: "ROOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARING EEEEEEEEEEEELBOW!"
(Jack cracked Brooks right in the side of the jaw with his spinning discus elbow, and Brooks would crumple, bonelessly, to the mat!)
(One would think Jack would go for the pin, there, but he knew better. The darkie bitch would kick out, why bother? He'd use that time for something better... He rolled Brooks onto his stomach, then his back, just next to the ring ropes, Jack would climb onto the ropes... And he'd let himself fall, ending seated! The force of him hitting the ropes would send Jack flipping, with a Superstar Press!)
Bowie: "Now THAT'S worth a pin!"
(The ref would dive in, count the one, count the two, then get yanked out of the ring by the mostly-absent Edward White! As Jack would bob his head, mentally counting the three, White slid into the ring... Jack would suddenly have his arms folded up, and Jack would be clenched tight...)
Hazen: "THE MILLION DOLLAR DREAM!"
(Jack was locked in the self-applied sleeper used by so many, especially the wealthy... And unfortunately for the challenger, the WWA World Heavyweight Champion outweighed him, and out-bulked him! Jack was yanked off of Brooks, and pulled into the air, legs and free arm flailing in all directions!)
(White would thrash Jack around a few times, before he finally brought him down, onto his feet, White leaning forward and really bearing down on that Clutch. Jack was scrappy, but this was just too fast, and too good for the brawler to escape!)
(Jack would visibly sag, and the ref came in. Jack's arm would be lifted, and dropped... once.)
Hazen: "There's the second drop!"
Bowie: "AND THE THIR-"
(Justin Brooks would dropkick not only Jack Amethyst, but Edward White out of the ring, over the top. Whether the arm dropped all the way or not, Justin hit the dropkick before Jack's arm settled. The Most Moneymaking Man and the King of Sleaze would hit the ringside floor with a thud, and the crowd would light up! White didn't deserve to take this so easy, and they wanted Brooks to take it all home!)
Hazen: "BROOKS GOING UP!"
Bowie: "They're getting progressively more highrisk, here!"
(Brooks, standing on the top rope, would spread his arms, the HRW faithful giving a roar of approval, before Brooks would leap off, coming crashing down on Jack AND White, sending both to the mats! After taking the brutal Amethyst and the greedy White down, Justin would begin to throw hammerfists, bashing away on both men's faces and skulls.)
Hazen: "Brooks with a suicide leap off the top! He's laying it all on the line!"
Bowie: "But that could backfire, really badly!"
(But not at the moment. Brooks would pull Jack up, and would duck, waistlocking the II Champ. Pulling Jack up and off the ground, Justin would charge, slamming Amethyst spine-first into the turnbuckle post! Letting go, Justin would duck, and would GORILLA PRESS Jack up... only to drop him, throat-first, across the steel guardrail!)
Hazen: "There's no way that Justin's gonna let Jack take this evening without a fight!"
(JB crouched behind Jack, as the II champ tried to catch his breath, humbled and on hands and knees. Justin grinned, arms spreading... The fans would recognise that stance, the same one he used to beat Eric Dane, David Paige, and so many others as well... He wanted that T-Bone Suplex! Jack slowly rose to his feet, using the guardrail as a handhold, Justin stalking him...)
Bowie: "HERE COMES WHITE!"
(The current Champ wasn't about to let Brooks get an easy win, and he came charging in, to smash Brooks down with a double axehandle to the back. Brooks fell, and White would grin, looking to Amethyst, as the battered contender looked up at White. The two'd lock eyes, and Jack would adopt a confident smirk...)
Hazen: "I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!"
Bowie: "It was just a matter of time before White and Jack got on the same page!"
Hazen: "White and Amethyst with stomps, what brutal kicks and blows from these two!"
(Brooks was stomped into a heap, and then the two would pull Brooks up, and toss him back into the ring. Working together for the time being, White and Jack would come in after Brooks. Ed would keep stomping away, as Jack headed for the corner of the ring. He reached into his boot, and pulled out a pair of scissors, holding them high in the air...)
Bowie: "He's cutting the turnbuckle pad off!"
Hazen: "Well, there's no way they'll get that back on now."
(No, Jack cut that thing into shreds... As White fired off a brutal series of jabs, hooks and even a haymaker to send Brooks staggering toward the corner, loopy, Jack would grin, coming up behind Justin... And he'd jab the tip of those scissors into Brooks' forehead! Justin would scream, as Amethyst grabbed him by the back of the head, jabbing and gouging those sharp blades into Brooks' forehead!)
(Jack'd whirl, grabbing Brooks by the back of his UnderArmor t-shirt and the back of his neck, and the firefighter, the brave champion of the people, would be smashed, forehead-first, into that steel bolt that had been exposed! Brooks crumpled, fallen into a senseless heap! Jack went to roll Brooks over, to pin him, but his eyes would slowly come up, to Edward White...)
Bowie: "I think the treaty's been ended..."
(Jack came up, twirling that pair of scissors, a grin on his lips. White would begin to backpedal, eyes widening, before he glanced out of the ring, to the entryway ramp. A hand beckoned, and within moments, Jack would be confronted by a near seven foot Mexican, AND The WWA World Champion.)
Hazen: "Jack's in a bad part of town!"
(White and Hector would jump Jack, Hector slamming a boot into Jack's stomach and slapping the scissors away! White would pop Jack in the eye, sending the II Champ's head snapping back, before Hector would shove Jack's head between his legs... White stepped back, letting out a deep belly laugh.)
"I'LL DOUBLE YOUR PAY IF YOU GET RID OF HIM!"
(Hector would duck, hooking Jack's waist. He turned, as he scooped Jack up, flipping him onto his shoulders...)
Hazen: "Electra? I think we should move."
Bowie: "Definitely! INCOMING!"
(Hector charged forward, and Jack was HURLED from the ring, coming down through the HRW announce table with a hellacious crash!)
Hazen: "WHAT A POWERBOMB!"
Bowie: "Jack? Jack! Are you dead? Can I have your II Title belt?"
(White would pat Hector on the back, as the big Mexican would begin to head out of the ring. The referee came up, with some harsh words for White, but Ed just dug into his trunks, and pulled out a wad of fifties, throwing them at the ref. Senior HRW official Mark McMulligan would throw the wad of cash outside of the ring, and would give White a shove...)
Bowie: "I'll take the cash!"
Hazen: "You would."
(But as White turned to face Mark, Justin Brooks came charging over, taking White's head off with a clothesline! White almost fell, but Brooks pulled him back to his feet and fired off a series of right hands! This was his big chance! A boot to the stomach, and Brooks began to hook the arms, for that Double Arm DDT...)
Hazen: "DOUBLE ARM DDT! HOOK THE LEG, JUSTIN! IT'S YOUR TIME!"
Bowie: "Jack's down, White's down, there'll never be a better time!"
(Justin floated over and hooked the leg, digging his bootheels into the ring, trying for that pin...)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"TH-"
(And White kicked out at the last possible second. The crowd's pained gasp was loud.)
(Brooks would not be denied. He came up, and signalled for that Hook n' Ladder. White was pulled up, and Justin ducked, going for the fireman's carry... White was elevated, and Brooks hooked the leg and head...)
Bowie: "If you don't win it now, you never will! I guarantee it!"
(Justin spun White around, and sat out with the piledriver! Hook and Ladder! White crumpled, and Brooks hooked that leg, legs holding White's shoulder down!)
Hazen: "IT'S ALL OVER! IT'S GOTTA BE!"
(The ref slid in.)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"TH-"
(And Hector Perez, White's hired flunky who had already gotten involved once, dragged the ref out of the ring by his ankle! Mark would wag a finger in his face, jabbing his other hand towards the back, roaring "GET OUT OF HERE, YOU'RE EJECTED!")
(And Hector decked Mark, dropping the ref with one powerful punch.)
Hazen: "WHAT DEPTHS WILL WHITE STOOP TO?!"
Bowie: "Smart! He instructed his manservant to save his title by any funds necessary!"
(Brooks came flying out of the ring with a suicide dive! Hector was thrown into the motorized cart, Brooks landing on his feet! Rights and lefts rocked the big Mexican, before Brooks would grab Hector by the head and waist... A spin, and Brooks threw Hector right through the front of the cart, to land with his legs flailing! Mark McMulligan's father, Roderick McMulligan, came running down to the ring to replace his kayoed son, as HRW and WWA Security came out to drag Hector, and the Money Cart to the back!)
Hazen: "Your advantage is slipping away, Justin! You've gotta act now!"
(Justin dove back into the ring... As the lights in the arena went out. The intro began to play, that eastern-style guitar plucking. A loud hiss went up from the crowd, as robed figures would begin to run for the ringside area! Serpentalists, a dozen of 'em, two dozen, three! They jumped the guardrail, ignoring WWA Security, for there was at least fourty Serpentalists!"
"THE SERPENT SAVES US ALL!"
Hazen: "NO! NOT NOW, NOT TONIGHT!"
(Brooks stood in the center of the ring, White coming slowly to his feet. They shared a look, before White came fully to his feet, balling up those fists.)
Bowie: "COBRA'S BACK!"
Hazen: "I don't see him! Is he even here?!"
(The Serpentalists began to rush the ring, diving in under the bottom rope, jumping onto the apron, climbing through the ropes... Brooks and White began to throw punches and kicks, desperately trying to fight off the horde, but like in any zombie movie, the horde will always beat out the unarmed fighters! Brooks went down, White soon after, and it began to look like a mugging, a gang-beating, stomps and kicks from all sides!)
(Boos and hisses rained down, as people threw bottles and popcorn bags at the mass of Serpentalists... As "Whereever I May Roam", by Metallica continued to blare, the lights went out. A few moments of darkness, and then the lights came back up. The Serpentalists were all arranged at ringside, bowed in worship, and Cobra knelt in the ring, in his full bodysuit, that flared mask on his head, the WWA World Heavyweight Championship in one hand, one knee pressed to the mat, one knee bent.)
Hazen: "He's here! It's Cobra!"
(Brooks was split open from the turnbuckle shot, but now, White had taken a kick with the point of a shoe or something, and he was bleeding from the forehead! Cobra knelt over the fallen bodies of two of the three wrestlers, raising that WWA title slowly to the sky. The lights would go out for a third time, the song slowly quieting...)
(And when the lights came back up, Cobra AND the Serpentalists were gone, the WWA title discarded on the apron.)
Bowie: "Brooks is down! White is down! If Jack's gonna steal a win, now's the time!"
(As if on cue, Jack would slowly roll into the ring, a smirk on his lips. He'd saunter on over to Brooks, and would gingerly lay a foot atop Brooks' chest. His hands would slowly raise.)
Hazen: "NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS!"
(Roderick slid in, to count the pin.)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
(And Brooks kicked out at two, rolling onto his stomach! Jack snarled, and stomped the back of Brooks' head, before drawing a thumb across his throat. He scooped Brooks up, and would duck, hoisting Justin onto his shoulder. Scootching Justin down, Jack would waistlock the firefighter...)
(And Jack would drop to his knees, spiking Brooks headfirst into the mat!)
Bowie: "TOMBSTONE!"
Hazen: "Amethyst calls that "Shit Outta Luck", and after all this... We're gonna see a new champion win by picking the bones of Cobra's kill?"
(Jack would press down on Brooks' chest, going for the quick pin.)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
(And Ed White would kick Jack in the face, saving his title win. Jack would stagger backwards, the boot to his chops having scrambled his wits for the time being... And White charged forward, taking Jack over the top with a clothesline! Jack tumbled to the floor, and White followed!)
(As Jack got back to his feet, White would come off the apron with a double axehandle, smashing Jack back to hands and knees, before kicking Jack in the face... And stomping Amethyst's hand!)
Bowie: "Jack's hand!"
Hazen: "Jack messed his hand up in a fight with Brooks prior to Summer Games, so this could be a REALLY smart move by White..."
(And White wasn't done! He grabbed that wrist, and dragged Jack down the ring, to the steel ringpost. White would smash that hand into the ringpost not once, not twice, but three times! Grabbing Jack's head, White would crack Jack's face into the ringpost, before letting Jack slump.)
Bowie: "White's going for the steps..."
Hazen: "When those ring steps are used, it always gets messy!"
(White pulled the top piece off of the bottom, and would lay Jack's hand on the bottom piece of the ring steps. Hefting the huge metal piece, Ed White would bring the steel steps down upon the II wrestler's hand! Jack fell back, clutching his hand, giving a cry of pain, as White laughed, tossing the steps aside.)
Bowie: "Brooks still hasn't moved..."
Hazen: "Maybe he's just trying to catch his wind?"
Bowie: "The alternative's not too pleasant."
(White would stalk Jack, as Amethyst crawled on one hand and his knees to the ring apron. White grinned, as Jack fumbled under the ring... Ed would grab Jack by the ankle, and drag him away from the apron, Jack's hand clenched tight to a canvas sack.)
Bowie: "JACK'S GOT SOME PLUNDAH!"
(White went for a stomp, but Jack would wrap that injured arm around his ankle and twist, pulling White in and biting at his shin, as he fumbled in the bag, trying to grab... Something, at least. White would yank his leg free, wincing as he went back to the steps, to look at the bite and see if it broke the skin.)
"Damnit, Jack, now I need a tetanus shot!"
(White came back toward Jack, as the wrestler from the Canadian territory would lift that can of bear spray, made for keeping black, brown and Grizzly bears at bay, and a cloud of thick, choking red gas would blast White in the face! White let out a keening cry of agony, as he fell backwards, clawing at his tortured eyes!)
"YOU'LL NEED MORE THAN THAT, FAGGOT!"
(Jack rose, and began to hammer stomps into White's head and face, before he went back to his sack of plunder. He'd pull out a length of chain, and then roll back into the ring, going after Brooks... With White, it was just business, but with Brooks, it was personal. He wrapped that chain around his fist, and came in... But Brooks caught the head and arm, and pulled Jack in for a small package!)
Hazen: "SMALL PACKAGE!"
Bowie: "KICK OUT, JACK!"
(The ref slid in.)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
(And Jack did indeed kick out. Coming away, he'd look around, eyes wide, before shooting to his feet again. He turned, and went for a right hand wrapped in chain, but Brooks ducked it! Brooks kept going, hitting the ropes, and when he came back...)
Bowie: "SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAR!"
(Brooks took Jack down with a hellacious spear, and hooked the leg, trying for one last pin...)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THR-"
(But Jack kicked out again! Justin would come up, and stomp that chain-wrapped hand! Jack had been trying to reinforce it, but that backfired, and Jack would spasm, clutching his abused hand to his stomach...)
(Justin pulled the chain off and tossed it out of the ring. Grabbing Jack by the hair, he'd pull him up, and quickly lift Jack for the Fireman's Carry... But Jack would dig his fingers into the underside of Justin's eyes, and slide off his back, slowly dragging those nails up Brooks' face, through his eyes and eyebrows and forehead! Justin would clap his hands to his eyes, crying out in agony...)
(And Jack would duck, pulling Brooks onto his shoulders for a Fireman's Carry of his own! Brooks would get spun, and Jack would bring Brooks down for the San Diego Sunrise, that wheelbarrow facebuster!)
Bowie: "San Diego Sunrise! Pin him, Jack! Pin him now!"
(And Amethyst would go for the pin, obligingly. He hooked the leg and rolled, trying to use Brooks' own weight against him...)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"NO!"
(Brooks kicked out at two! Jack growled, and came up, beckoning Brooks up! Slowly, Justin would rise, woozily and shaky in the knees, but Jack didn't give any fuck! A foot cracked Brooks right between the uprights, and Jack would twist Brook, reverse facelocking the head for that cutter...)
Hazen: "JACKED UP II!"
(Brooks' face slammed into the mat, and Jack would come back up, rolling Brooks over... But Jack knew that his foe wouldn't stay down to just that. So, he grabbed Brooks by the wrist and ankle, dragging him in front of the turnbuckle.)
(Up Jack went, perching on the top rope, facing away from Brooks. Glancing over his shoulder, Jack would nod, and take flight, flipping backwards...)
Bowie: "WHAT A MOONSAULT!"
(Amethyst would catch the whole thing, Brooks down and out, and Jack would hook the leg.)
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
DING DING DING
(The entire arena began to boo and hurl hate-fueled epithets, but Jack slowly rolled off of Brooks, fists clenched, a smile of pure joy on his lips. He ended up in a seated position, leaning against the ring ropes.)
(Meanwhile, Edward White was on his feet. He beelined for the ring announcers, and dug out his money clip. Hazen's mike couldn't pick up what White said, but...)
Hazen: "No! I will NOT announce you as the winner!"
(White threw fistfuls of cash at Mark.)
Hazen: "I'll do it my way."
(Mark Hazen rose to his feet, pulling off his headset.)
Hazen: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR PRETEND WINNER OF THIS TITLE MATCH, DUE TO THE FACT THAT HE HAS MORE MONEY THAN THE OTHER TWO..."
(A pause.)
Hazen: "AND STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL WORLD WRESTLING ALLIANCE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IN HIS OWN MIND..."
(White would lift both arms, clenching his fists over his head.)
Hazen: "THE SOCIALITE, EDWARD WHITE!"
(White would grin. Even as "Runnin' Wild" by Airbourne played, White would walk up the ring ramp, a brilliant smile on his lips. He ignored the fans, and would swagger out, sans title, sans manservant, sans golf cart... Just White, and the "win that he bought".)
Hazen: "BUT YOUR TRUE WINNER..."
"AND... NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW WWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..."
"Jack... Amethyst."
(Oh, how the boos lit up the arena. Jack was handed the WWA Title, and he'd climb up, onto the ring ropes, holding that title belt over his head.)
"I TOLD YOU FUCKOES! I TOLD YOU I WAS THE BEST!"
(Jack threw his head back, laughing.)
"AND NOW IT'S MY WORLD! MY ALLIANCE! MY EMPIRE!"
(Jack continued to laugh, holding the WWA World title up. The WWA logo and copyright information would fade onto the screen, before it all faded to black.)
(c) World Wrestling Alliance 2009.
Credits:
HRW/PW: S – Adrien C.
SSB/II – William
Summer Games Final – JB
World Tag Match – Kevin
Word Title Math – Kevin
Segments by their respective handlers.