[The WWA Tron is blank. And then, it isn’t anymore.]

http://joey.tesauro.youaremighty.com/

[Assuming you clicked on the above link, you are treated to an elaborate and mind bogglingly effective Flash video.]

[If you didn’t, then you’re reading this, and have no idea what is going on.]

[So watch the thing.]

[Jerk.]

[The Video ends. And the crowd goes nuts.]

[Because on the Stage, we see Joey Tesauro. Cargo pants, Islanders Jersey, ( He knows they suck, but they’re his team, you don’t need to keep reminding him) and a bit of a smirk. The Freelance Detective, businessman, and former Cruiserweight Champion is in the house.]

[Standing next to him, the one getting most of the female audience’s cheer. It’s the Penguin. He’s got a Guinness in one hand like Joey, his Penguin smirk, and nothing else.]

[Popular bird.]

[Joey check the mic he has on, grins, and then speaks.]

Joey: The Stars at night, so big and bright!!

Nearly the entire Audience: DEEP IN THE HEART....OF TEXAS!!!

Joey: Heh, always wanted to try that.

Penguin: You’re a dork.

Joey: Yes sir. What’s with the Guinness, I thought you had a contract with Bud Ice?

Penguin: I’m not a monogamous bird, you know that.

Joey: Don’t I ever. But you know what I say about American beer anyway.

Penguin: That it’s like having sex in a canoe?

Joey: Yeah, it’s fucking close to water. Shall we get to business?

Penguin: We better. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I get acquainted with the locals.

Joey: Then without further to do...on behalf of DLK Enterprises and Raynefall Productions, ladies and gentlemen...

[Glare from Penguin]

Joey: And all mammals everywhere both aquatic and terrestrial, I give you, SHOCKWAVE...

[Pause and a grin]

Joey: THE MUSICAL!

[Fade in.]

[Shockwave.]

[The Elimination Chamber.]

[The World Heavyweight Title is on the line.]

[All six men are standing inside a foam replica of the chamber. Inside, “Thomas Bane” and “Daemon Curtis” are preparing to lock horns. Suddenly, the orchestra strikes a chord and Bane grabs Curtis’ hand to try and dance.]

Curtis: Bitch, you better get the fuck off me!

[The music fires up and here we go as all six men begin to sing.]

All: SHOCKWAVE!

[Pause.]

All: SHOCKWAVE!

[Pause.]

All: SHOCK-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!!!

[Cut to Lee Riel.]

Riel: Tonight … is the night, that … all here will see, there’s … nobody here … more extremer than me!

Bane: Tonight is the night I’ll be kickin’ some ass, someone in this ring will have tonight as their last!

Light: I am the champion and all will bow down, I’ll break all their necks; won’t be stealin’ my crown!

Curtis: All these motherfuckers here are gonna die by my hand, I’ll kill ass you bitches and go play in the sand!

[He yells out “I’m going to Disney World, motherfucker!”]

Smith: From Wizard to Spotlight, they know I’m a joke, I just pray to GOD I don’t get my neck broke!

Inferno: …

Curtis: DIE MOTHERFUCKER!

[Curtis runs over to the chamber, whips out a switchblade and pops the blow up doll.]

Light: One man is down and the rest will soon see, that the champion will defend his title easily!

Bane: That brother just shanked that douchebag over there, I think I’ll go over and pull up his UNDERWEAR!!!!

[Bane strolls over, but gets stabbed to death by Curtis.]

Curtis: NICE TRY, MOTHERFUCKER!!!

[A chamber opens, and out runs Riel.]

Riel: Let’s … lock horns and fight … to … see who is the best!

Curtis: Fuck that shit, homie - eat steel in your chest!

[Curtis stabs Riel, he drops to the mat bleeding.]

Curtis: ANOTHER BITCH DEAD AND NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE, YOU CAN’T KILL A BROTHER AS MEAN A MOTHERFUCKER AS ME!

[The next chamber opens, and Smith trembles out into the ring.]

Smith: Jesus, I think I’m so dead …

Curtis: I’ll fuck you in the ass, then play kickball with your head!

[Smith and Curtis wrestle over the knife.]

Smith: Please, give it up sir, I don’t want to die!

Curtis: Motherfucker, you might like it! You’ll never know ‘til you try!

[Then continue to try and overpower the other, as the last chamber opens.]

Light: Time to show you two what this is all about!

[He charges both.]

Curtis: That motherfucker has Chlamydia, herpes and gout!

Smith: What’s worse? To die or to live with such pain? I think I’ll do it right, this way there’s no shame!

[He pulls the knife out of Curtis’ hands and stabs himself in the head.]

Light: Time’s up, Curtis, it’s just you and me!

Curtis: Get away from me, bitch – I don’t want burning when I pee!

Light: Burning when you pee, what do you possibly mean? I’ve never touched a woman, I’m a virgin, completely clean!

Curtis: Never touched a woman, and a virgin, it’s true!. But not a virgin anally, sucks to be you!

Curtis: Motherfucker!

[Light picks up with knife and chases Curtis, finally stabbing him in the back.]

Light: Finally, it’s over – I am still the champion. I did what I said and now Shockwave IS DONE!

[The five men get up, and all sing together.]

All: SHOCKWAVE IS OVER AND HOORAY FOR THE CHAMP!

Smith: Ow, I think I gave myself a friggin’ cramp.

Inferno: …

Curtis: That bitch is still alive? DIE MOTHERFUCKER!!!

[The Tron fades out, and we go back to Joey and Penguin on the stage. Both grinning and happy with their beer]

Joey: Brilliant! A smashing good show.

Penguin: I might possibly wet myself, you know.

[Enter Christian Light’s very hot, and very angry girlfriend, carrying one of Joey’s swords.]

[Which is as hot as it is terrifying.]

Max: Joey, Penguin, some words we must have. By the time I am done, you will be cut in half!

Joey: Penguin, we’ve been caught, our game is up.

Penguin: Stop rhyming and run bitch!!!

[Joey and Penguin take off, sadly losing their Guinness in the process, Max following hot on their heels.]

[Rayne Fall Productions.]

[In association with WfWA Films.]

[Present:]

[Shockwave! The Musical.]

[Starring:]

[Seann William Scott as “The Spotlight” Bryan Smith.]

[William Shatner as Lee Riel.]

[Samuel L. Jackson as Daemon Curtis.]

[A blow up doll as Inferno.]

[Fred Savage as Christian Light.]

[And Jack Black as Thomas Bane.]

[Presented by DLK Enterprises.]

[Cue the pyro.]

[Thunderous explosions rip through the arena and drown out the massive cheering and jeering from the sold out show in Houston, Texas as “Shock” by Fear Factory begins pummelling the speakers. The WWA Tron sparks to life again, flashing images of the superstars of the WWA with the beat of the music.]

Clouds: Good evening, folks, and welcome to Shockwave 2007!

Merchant: We are coming to you live from Houston, Texas, deep in the heart of Outlaw Championship Wrestling!

Clouds: Boy, it certainly feels good to be home for the big show.

Merchant: It sure does, Mike. Hey, what do you think about that musical that Joey Tesauro’s making?

Clouds: Looks pretty ridiculous to me.

Merchant: You mean ridiculously brilliant! That’s high quality entertainment there! Shatner as Lee Riel? Seann William Scott as Bryan Smith? You can’t get better casting then that!

Clouds: At any rate, we have an action-packed card here for you all tonight!

Merchant: We sure do! Opening the card we have two of the top people in the AWA squaring off in what’s sure to be an explosive opener.

Clouds: Twisted against Blade. It doesn’t get much better then that to kick things off, Tim.

Merchant: It sure doesn’t. Then we have overseas rivals Jake Devins and Travis Zahn battling out for their respective regions, with Devins representing the Emerald Isle of the Wrestling Republic and Zahn with the home field advantage representing OCW.

Clouds: It’ll be a close one for sure. We also have a six-man elimination match, featuring Team WR versus Team OLW, our newest region and one I think we've all been excited to see. It'll be our first look at them, Tim.

Merchant: Yeah, and some greeting party. They'll be up against Deserati, Paige and Egerton. That's a tough team. I'm not sure about the new guys but they'll have to be on point to stand a chance there.

Clouds: Well, Tim, Team OLW is very strong. Cole Christenson is the complete package, an extremely talented individual. Python is a helluva cruiserweight and Wyatt Connors won the NWC World's Title, once upon a time.

[The camera finds the front row and OLW's newest signee. He's even wearing an OLW baseball cap.]

Merchant: Yeah, plus I'll bet ya five bucks THIS guy gets involved.

Clouds: [groan] Yes, fans, don't adjust your television sets. Twice NWA World champ Byron Tanis is in attendance.

[The Nighthawk leans forward in his seat. He gives the camera a thumbs up.]

Merchant: Those are pretty good seats, think he paid for them? [pause] And check out his daughter next to him. Good God, she's unbelievable.

Clouds: That's his wife.

Merchant: Oh.

Clouds: Real classy, Tim.

Merchant: One does what one can.

Clouds: Moving on! After the Six-Man we have Jordon vs. the former World Champion Ryan Blasier.

Merchant: I can’t tell you what exactly is going to happen in this one, Mike. There seems to be a lot of bad blood between the two, and a lot of it seems to revolve around Lemual’s younger brother, Toussaint.

Clouds: I don’t know what to make of it either, Tim, but I’m betting we’ll get a lot of answers after tonight.

Merchant: Then we have a literal clash of the titans in the pairing off of Victor Mandrake and John Henry! The epitome of Good vs. Evil!

Clouds: I don’t know about that one. Last I heard, Mandrake changed his ways and is now allied with Christian Light, the person who he brutally assaulted on Summer Games earlier in the year.

Merchant: I don’t believe that for a second, Mike. Mandrake’s rotten to the core. There’s no way he’d sell out like that!

Clouds: Good or evil, it should be a stellar match nonetheless. Then, in what’s going to be the first of two title matches for the night, World Tag Team Champions C.J. Rowell and Michael Lennox defend their belts against the decorated team of Terry Norris and Bobby Blood, otherwise known as The Texas Outlaws!

Merchant: This should be a great match unless Sean Jackson gets involved, in which case, it’ll be a spectacular match!

Clouds: You actually like Jackson?

Merchant: Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?

Clouds: Because he’s a generally loathsome and despicable individual?

Merchant: It’s kinda hard to convince me not to like him when you rattle off his best characteristics.

Clouds: Right…

Merchant: Then it’s Main Event time, folks! An Elimination Chamber match for the WWA World Heavyweight Title! Light is stuck defending his title against Lee Riel, Daemon Curtis, Inferno, Thomas Bane, and Bryan Smith inside a huge steel dome. This is all sorts of bad for Christian Light.

Clouds: Not necessarily, Tim. If Light plays his cards right and gets selected last to enter the ring, he could let his opponents pick each other off, leaving the last man standing exhausted and easy prey for the World Champion.

Merchant: Time will tell, Mike. For now, let’s see what kinds of shenanigans are happening backstage!

[Backstage]

[We join Joey Tesauro, former WWA Cruiserweight Champion, standing in one of the guest locker rooms. With him are the usual members of his entourage, Z, Scott, and Penguin. ]

Scott: Where’s Brian?

Joey: He couldn’t make it.

Penguin: But it’s Shockwave, on guy’s night out no less.

Joey: I know what fucking night it is! Somehow I don’t think Marissa cared.

[Suddenly, Scott has a knife in his hand, of the switch variety ]

Scott: I think we should fucking kill him.

Z: Look, we’re not going to kill him.

Scott: Oh c’mon, just kill him. It’ll be mercy, he’s whipped as hell.

Joey: No, alright? Jesus. We’re not going to kill the guy.

Scott: Fuck you. We never do what I want to do.

Joey: Listen. If you wanted to go to Dairy Queen or something, fine, let’s go. But no. You always want to fucking kill people, or blow shit up. You never just want a blizzard.

Penguin: Nice of the WWA to give you this locker room though at least.

Joey: Yeah seriously, I’m not even here for a match, just that thing later.

Scott: So what the fuck are we going to do for the time being?

[Five minutes later, we see the guys have hooked up an Xbox 360 and are now playing Gears of War online.]

[Billy Deserati, who happens to be without his Xbox360 happens to walk by Joey and co playing Gears of War. Billy, is by all means a huuuuuuuge mark of the game.]

Billy: Sweet mother of mercy... Carmen didn't let me bring my 360... You guys got the whole setup going.. Is it online?

[Joey and the guys don’t know who the fuck this kid is. But they’re all gamers, so he’s welcome, and Joey pulls down his headset with one hand while waving him in with his controller hand ]

Joey: Yeah man, come on in.

Billy: Fuck yeah, you *cannot* find decent gamers here in the Alliance. Billy Deserati.

[Billy enters and up-nods]

Joey: Joey Tesauro. That’s Z and Scott, and the short one is Penguin.

[Penguin, holding a bottle of Captain Morgan’s in both flippers, looks up and smiles ]

Penguin: Welcome.

Billy: Joey....T-esauro?

[Billy looks at Penguin... Of course it doesn't register the first glance that it is a penguin, talking...]

Billy: Pe..nguin?

[Billy turns his head sideways.]

Billy: Doo-be...Doo-be-doo.

Penguin: My reputation precedes me.

Joey: Yeah, it usually does.

Z: Which is why most hotels seem to hide their maids when we show up.

Billy: Haha, we don't get many hotels, I'm representing Wrestling Republic.

[Pause.]

Billy: Err... Not Irish though. I work for James Keiler... You know, that old guy that used to be in that one tag team.. SNS or something.

Joey: I remember that guy from the NGWA. Cool man. Hey, someone get this guy a controller!

Z: We’re all out.

Joey: Seriously?

Z: Yeah man, only one left is Penguin’s.

[Joey’s eyes widen in a way which leaves Billy to think that controller isn’t an option ]

Joey: Ok, c’mon Billy, we’ll make a quick Gamestop run, and be back in time to get a quick Deathmatch in before the rest of Shockwave. TO THE TWAT VAN!

Billy: You guys have a TWAT Van?

Joey: Yup. Used to be a beat up Swat Van that Scott repainted with an S instead of a T. Now it's an Escalade, but we kept the name.

Billy: Word...TO THE TWAT VAN!

[Enter Brian Fisher. Pre-recorded and off-set.]

[The quality of light—stretched and metallic, like the color of a migraine. That’s how Gaiman would describe it.]

[It doesn’t feel much different, but that’s what it looks like, too. Eyes would open, crusted from hours of nothingness, and wherever I’m at looked so much better when my eyes were closed. Every day it was like that. Lather, rinse, repeat.]

[No matter what I was doing—no matter how much I drank or snorted or how many whores I fucked—nothing changed. Calls came in, jobs were offered. They were promptly ignored. Why would you put yourself through such agony, such emotional and physical pain, vow to end it all and go back to the place that caused it to begin with? Why would anyone do that? Would you? Would I? Judging from the all-around grayness, well, maybe the reason the light was so gray to begin with was because the sun had finally set.]

-

[The decision didn’t come easy.]

[Like I said, people called and offered. It’s not like I wasn’t aware that I was wanted. But for some reason, instead of telling them that they weren’t wanted, I did what anyone else would do—I lied and said maybe. But they kept at it. They were persistent as persistent could be, and I kept lying as well as I could. Eventually, though, the calls stopped altogether and I was able to try and enjoy the still, gray nothingness.]

[At some point, some point not too long ago, the cobwebs cleared away, only momentarily, but cleared away nonetheless. I was able to see again, to focus. There was no gray. At that moment, I realized that if I wanted to do this again, I would need some help. There were forces in this business that no one man can go up against by himself. In this moment of clarity, which I knew wouldn’t last long (a day or two, maybe a week), I began to gather the troops.]

[Exiting his charcoal grey Saab 9-3 Sport Saloon, Lemual Jordon arrives at the Compaq Centre. ‘The Colt’ wears a pair of black tracksuit bottoms, white Nike sneakers and a blue & white Indianapolis Colts Quarter Zip Fleece Pullover.]

[Despite the determined look he wears Jordon pauses to sign a few autographs for young & old at the arena entrance; before heading inside. In the bowels of the arena Jordon twists and turns following printed signs to the locker room area, nodding to backstage hands and wrestlers alike, as he does so. After another bend in the underground corridors Jordon comes across his former lover, Grace Barrett.]

[The two eye each other as they approach, Barrett smiles coyly, seemingly she has a plan.]

Jordon – Still in one piece I see.

[Jordon chuckles. Barrett wearing a pair of denim jeans tucked into knee high brown high heeled boots and a black leather bomber jacket, shrugs.]

Barrett - So it seems. But maybe I got it all wrong.

Jordon – Yeah.

[Jordon is about to head off.]

Barrett – I just wondered if you liked my t-shirt.

[As Barrett unzips her jacket, revealed is a t-shirt, inscribed on the front of which are three words: Any Means Necessary.]

[Jordon looks annoyed, before turning his frown upside down.]

Jordon – Nice to see where your allegiance resides, freckles.

Barrett – Well the sooner this little delusion of grandeur, this grudge of yours is over the sooner I can go back to living a normal life and not looking over my shoulder every time I turn a street corner.

[Jordon nods, then shrugs.]

Jordon – You’ve picked some great role models to align with since you arrived in OCW, Grace. Amy Heartbreaker, Bryan Smith, Tanner Hill and now Ryan Blasier your track record is second to none.

[With a cocky grin Jordon is again about to leave the OCW Women’s Champion standing, but again that sweet Carolina accent halts him.]

Barrett – [scathing] You over estimate yourself.

Jordon – I do, huh? I don’t make any promises except that I’ll give everything I have in that ring tonight. And while I have oxygen in my lungs and enough blood still pumping around my body, Blasier will have a fight on his hands.

[Clapping sarcastically Barrett wears a smile of disdain.]

Barrett – You know I think I saw your brother earlier. He’s taller & slimmer than you but otherwise you’re almost the same?

[Lemual frowns.]

Jordon – You know exactly what Toussaint looks like, you’ve seen enough photos.

Barrett – Then I’m guessing it was him. Has a goofy afro hair cut these days, right? And in the photos his ass wasn’t quite so cute?

[Another coy smile follows a wink.]

Jordon – Where was he?

Barrett – Ohh… around…

[With that Barrett continues to stride off, her heel make a clap on the floor as she moves elegantly away.]

[Fade in, yo.]

[The camera fades into the scene of none other than Jake Devins, sitting back with his legs up in a metal fold out chair, already dressed down in his ring attire with a sleeveless "DEATH TO DESERATI" tee shirt covering is torso. His hands are resting on top of his head as he watches a monitor in front of him.]

[Suddenly the monitor shows the scene of him, sitting there.]

[He shakes his head, and turns slightly to face us.]

Jake - "I was wondering when you bastards were going to show up."

[He sighs.]

Jake - "Last minute thoughts on Travis Zahn? Well, as you can see I'm just sitting here, ready and raring to go. I'm not stretching out or pacing back and forth, because quite frankly a match with this man doesn't deserve that amount of energy."

[He flashed a cocky smirk.]

Jake - "Sounds a little cocky, I know. But hey, I always back it up now don't I?"

[No.. not all the time.]

Jake - "Anyways, Zahn likes to rely on luck. Me personally, I don't believe in it. But if Zahn needs luck to get him through a match then by all means, he can rub all the lucky rabbit’s feet he wants, but tonight, it unfortunately will not help."

[He shrugged with his shoulders.]

Jake - "After all, he's going into a match with Jack. F*cking. Devins. And lord knows that all the luck in the world can't save him from a bona fide Assassin ass beating."

[That's a lot of 'asses'. Heh.]

Jake - "But hey, maybe once I make it back to Eire I'll send you a four leaf clover Zahn."

[Thumbs up.]

Jake - "Good luck surviving out there, Zahn."

[A wink.]

[Fade out.]

[Sam "The Man" Horrey, clad in a black button down shirt, and black slacks is seen entering the arena via the garage entrance...]

Missy Lopez: Ladies and Gentlemen, Sam "The Man" Horrey from the AWA is here tonight at Shockwave 2007. I wasn't aware that you have a match on tonight's card Mr. Horrey.

Sam (smiling): That's because I don't.

Missy Lopez: So then, do you care to let us in on your appearance here tonight?

Sam: One would think that I'm here to harp on about what's happened as of late with me and Calib Wallace, or even me and Twisted. Both of whom by the way, are wrestling each other tonight. Rest assured, I'll deal with them, especially Twisted. There is tonight another matter, I need to address, and I've been given the platform to do it.

[Sam flashed another charming smile as he headed into the arena...]

[Thomas Bane pulls into the first of two consecutive open stalls in the employee parking lot area. He adjusts his puka shell necklace before removing his keys and exiting his car. Just as the door swings open, another car pulls into the adjacent stall. The high speed of the other vehicle causes Thomas to lean onto his car to avoid contact. He checks who the driver is.]

[Bryan Smith sits in the driver’s seat with black shades and a middle finger pointed in his direction. The sight brings out a sigh from Thomas.]

[The car door swings open and the OCW Texas Heritage Champion steps out.]

The Spotlight: "Watch out, Bane. You wouldn’t want to get run over before our match.”

[Smith flashes a smile.]

Thomas Bane: “Look, Bryan, whatever problem you have with me can wait until our match.”

The Spotlight: “Oh yeah? You ordering me around now?”

[Smith makes his way over to where Thomas is standing.]

The Spotlight: "Tonight’s the night that I will kick your ass along with those other goons in the match."

Thomas Bane: “I don’t doubt that, Bryan. You are the OCW champ, after all.”

[Smith couldn’t tell whether the comment was an insult or a compliment. He decides to take it as an insult, his face contorting into an angry grimace.]

The Spotlight: “Yes, I am the champ. The best there ever was and tonight you’re going to find that out. In reality, you can’t even compete against an elite superstar such as me so I wouldn’t bother showing up if I were you.”

Thomas Bane: “You aren’t me.”

The Spotlight: “I know! It’s a figure of speech, tough guy.”

Thomas Bane: “Yeah.”

[At this point Bryan Smith is down right flabbergasted.]

The Spotlight: “Whatever. You just watch your back tonight.”

[Bryan Smith shoves Thomas before storming off towards the arena. Thomas Bane shakes his head as he watches the man make his exit.]

Thomas Bane: “Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed again.”

Clouds: And here we go!

Merchant: I don't know who to put my money on in this one.

Clouds: I'm not sure either. Both are very evenly matched, have a title, hate the fans, and hate one another.

Merchant: Sound like my kinda guys.

[Both competitors circle one another, before bolting out of the ring, and attempt to each grab a ladder. The two each grab one, and bolt back to the ring. They set each one up, and both begin to climb to the top.]

Clouds: Both men are already up and this thing could be over in a minute!

[Calib and Twisted both begin to hammer one another with rights and lefts, until Twisted falls off the side, but lands on his feet. He charges to knock both over, but Calib jumps off, landing on his feet. The two just smirk and lock up in the center of the ring.]

Clouds: Both men now locking up after a failed ladder attempt.

Merchant: I didn't expect them to do that after something that close. I'm hoping somebody gets their skull bashed in.

Clouds: I won't put it past these two.

[Calib puts on a headlock, and is shot against the ropes by Twisted, who catches a shoulder block from Calib. Wallace now shoots off one side, and jumps over Twisted, who's now on his midsection. He catches Calib on the way back with a back elbow, then drops a fist, but misses and hits all canvas. Calib now back on his feet, tosses a boot at Twisted's head, but he ducks and trips out Calib's leg. Wallace nips up, and catches Twisted with a hard right to the jaw, then goes for a basement dropkick. Twisted moves, and kicks Calib right in the face while he's down. Twisted shoots off the ropes and comes in for a big elbow drop, but Calib pulls a ladder in the way, tripping Twisted. Twisted now rolls forward, and grabs the other ladder, as the two, run into each other with both connecting each ladder. They stay at a standstill, as they charge again, and then toss both ladders at one another. They meet in the middle, and both crash to the ground. Twisted spits in Calib's face, and Calib slaps him across his right back, as the two both attempt a dropkick, hitting one another at the same time.]

Clouds: What opening action from these two!

Merchant: I'm sure that was just baby play, as I'm gonna be pissed if we don't see somebody get hurt.

[Twisted now grabs a ladder, and bashes it over Calib's back before he can get up. He stumbles to the corner, as Twisted lays a ladder over his body. He comes off from the other side, and goes for a flying splash, but Calib slides out the back door, and Twisted suicides himself for no good cause on his end. He staggers out as Calib hits a neck breaker, dropping Twisted. He raises his arms to the fans, and begins to jaw jack for a moment, before he turns around.]

Clouds: A little show-boating from Calib after that nice counter.

Merchant: That's what I'm talking about right there, action.

Clouds: I'm sure it's going to take a lot more to hold Twisted down though Tim.

Merchant: Works for me, I'd love to see more bashing and crushing by two human beings.

Clouds: That's not a good thing though to see them get injured though.

Merchant: On a stage like this Mike, I hope everyone crushes themselves tonight.

[Calib now picks up Twisted, tossing him off the ropes, and hits a calf kick on the way back. He jaw jacks a little more, as he picks up a ladder, raising it over Twisted. Before he can drop the ladder, he's kicked in the groin from a prone Twisted, who's now back on his feet. He snatches the ladder from Calib, and cracks him right over his head. Calib rolls out of the ring now, as Twisted makes chase. He charges at Calib, and smacks him again with the ladder. He now lays it, draping it over the apron, and the floor, almost like a ramp. He attempts an Irish whip, but Calib reverses, and back drops Twisted onto his own creation, causing the fans to pop hard.]

(HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

Clouds: Twisted had something in mind, but Wallace was not having any part of it.

Merchant: That could have been bad for the champ right there Mike.

Clouds: It was Tim.

Merchant: Whatever! You know what I meant by that!

Clouds: Whatever it was, it spelled trouble for both men.

[Calib now gets back to his feet, and goes inside, and sets up the other ladder. He climbs a few rungs up before Twisted gets back to his feet. He brings the ladder on the apron with him, and launches it like a dart at Calib, connecting with his side, dropping both the ladder and Wallace.]

Clouds: THAT'S GOTTA HURT!

Merchant: That honestly is what I'd love to call payback there.

Clouds: Could be the break that Twisted needs here.

[Twisted gets back into the ring, and opens it over Calib's throat. He lifts the ladder legs up, and attempts to crush Calib's skull, but he rolls out of the way before it connects.]

Clouds: Twisted trying to, really finish off Calib Wallace's career here!

Merchant: Yeah that probably would have killed him Mike.

[Twisted now folds the ladder back up, and swings it at Calib, but he misses and is hit with a dropkick to the back. He stumbles forward, dropping the ladder near the other. Calib runs and spears Twisted in the back, sending him on his knees in the corner. He grabs his head, and smacks the back of his head off of his knee, causing Twisted to see stars for a minute. He picks up one ladder, and lays it over the middle rope, then grabs twisted, putting his head on it. He grabs the other now, and lays it the same way, over the head of Twisted, putting his head in a ladder sandwich.]

Clouds: Twisted now trapped between the two.

Merchant: Looks like it's his turn to attempt homicide on a human being.

Clouds: You have that right Tim, Calib's going upstairs, and I think he's going to try to decapitate Twisted!

[Calib flips off the fans from the top, then does the same to Twisted, as he jumps off and double foot stomps the ladder. Thankfully Twisted pulled his head out of the way, as Calib falls of the ladders from the unstable balance. He gets back up and is met with a huge lariat by Twisted, causing Calib to back flip, and land midsection first over the still prone ladder in the corner.]

Clouds: Now Calib is hung up!

Merchant: And look at Twisted, he's got more in store!

[Twisted now lays the top of the other ladder, with the base against Calib's head, as he runs, and punts the back of the closed side, crushing the top into Calib's skull. Calib falls off the other ladder, and is now laying over the other.]

Clouds: Looks like Wallace is in a bit of danger now, and who knows what Twisted has in mind here.

Merchant: From the looks of it, it's his turn now to crush a human being.

[Twisted now, picks up the other ladder, and slams it down, over Calib, crushing him in between the two. He rolls Calib off, and tosses him outside the ring. He sets up a ladder now, and takes a step to the titles. Before he gets up to the second rung, he stops for a moment, and just smiles. He gets back down now, and goes for the other ladder.]

Merchant: What the hell is he doing! He's got this thing won Mike!

Clouds: From the looks of things, I think he's going to do a little more damage. Maybe his hate for Calib is a bit stronger than winning this contest.

Merchant: It's gonna cost him Clouds, I'm telling ya now.

[Twisted picks it up, and launches it over the top, and to the floor, almost crushing Calib, who moves out of the way, and rolls under the ring to avoid the contact. Twisted laughs as he begins to climb once again now after the failed attack.]

Clouds: Twisted might have put Calib out of wrestling had he landed that attack.

Merchant: I guess he's got a vision of having a Pearl Harbor attack here tonight!

Clouds: Whatever it was, he's only a couple of feet away from becoming a double champion!

[Twisted now steps up to the fourth rung, as he reaches for the titles. A bit short, he begins to move up to the next one. By this point, Calib is back on his feet, and has a ladder in hand. He slides it in, and hits the bottom of the ladder Twisted is on. It teeters a bit, stopping Twisted from grabbing the gold. He gets his balance back, but by this point, Calib is already up, and pounding on Twisted's back from the ground. He quickly stands up a ladder next to it, and climbs up. He grabs Twisted and puts his leg over his head, and grabs the arm, and swings, as both men come crashing to the canvas.]

Clouds: OVERDRIVE FROM THE TOP!

Merchant: I think there both dead from that one!

(HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

Clouds: The fans have said it all on that one!

[Calib struggles to get to his feet, trying to get his bearings back. He shakes off the stars and begins climbing the ladder. Slowly but surly, he's about at the top. As he reaches for the belts, he's drilled in the back with a ladder from Twisted.]

Clouds: Twisted now back on his feet, and he doesn't look like he's going to go out without a fight tonight!

Merchant: Who can blame him? Two belts are at stake here Mike.

Clouds: Pulling out the stops now, it looks like he's building another ramp!

[Twisted now lays the ladder, from the canvas up to the rung below Calib's feet. He runs up the side and grabs the waist of Calib, as the two both go backward now.]

(HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

Clouds: GERMAN FROM THE LADDER!

[Both men now lay, prone and about out. Neither of them are fast to their feet, as they're both are just as bruised up as the other. Twisted gets to his knees, as he begins to shake the cobwebs. Calib also slowly moving back up. The two begin trading shots now, both on there knees still. Calib gets the best of it, and knocks Twisted back. He slowly begins to arise from the shots, as he sits on one knee now. Calib, on the other hand, sees opportunity.]

Clouds: This could be it for Twisted.

Merchant: We know what's next!

[Calib smirks at Twisted, and charges in.]

Clouds: SHINING WIZARD!

[But in a split second, Twisted ducks back, grabbing the tights of Calib before he can send the knee up. He holds on as he is now on his back, sending Calib threw the middle rope, and to the floor.]

Clouds: Twisted countered the Wizard at the last second, and now Calib's back on the floor.

Merchant: Twisted is still a little out of it I think, as he isn't moving to that ladder.

Clouds: Plus I doubt Calib would be out of this one for a long time.

[Twisted now goes outside the ring, and boots Calib in the face. He reaches under the ring and pulls a table out. He gets a good pop from the fans, as he sets it up near the edge of the ring. He lays Calib on the table now, and hops back up on the apron. He points to the sky, and climbs up the turnbuckle, looking for a moonsault on Calib.]

Clouds: This could put both men out of this one.

Merchant: I think the worse off is Wallace though.

[Twisted gets ready to attempt the move, but Calib rolls off the table. Twisted stops, as he's not stuck up there. Calib shoots up on the apron, and grabs Twisted. He's holding on, and attempts a German of his own. Twisted though, holds onto the post, and continues to attempt to fight off Calib's attack.]

Clouds: Both of them are doing everything they can! This is nothing but a test of strength for the two.

Merchant: This could make or break the end tonight!

[Twisted quickly knows that the leverage is with Wallace, so he elbows Calib in the side of the head. Calib grabs the rope and walks down the apron a bit, getting his bearings as Twisted now jumps down. He kicks Calib in the midsection and DDT's him on the apron.]

Clouds: DDT ON THE RING APRON!

Merchant: I think Calib's out.

Clouds: This could be the end for Mr. Wallace!

[Twisted now rolls Calib back into the ring, and puts him in the center of the ring. He opens the ladder now, and lays it over Calib, and begins climbing. Calib gets his wind back, and realizes that he's trapped under the ladder.]

Merchant: He's got Calib trapped!

Clouds: Smart move by Twisted! It looks like he's going to win this thing.

[Calib continues to wiggle around, as Twisted climbs the ladder. He reaches the top, and gloats, as he has his hands on the belts, but the ladder begins to rumble, causing Twisted to grab it, and not the belts. Calib slides forward a bit, and grabs the other ends legs, and tilts it forward. The momentum tips the ladder back, and Twisted is left over the top rope, and crashes through the table below.]

(HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

Clouds: TWISTED IS BROKEN!

Merchant: He just fell probably twenty feet through a table!

Clouds: That changed everything!

Merchant: But Calib is slow to his feet, and he better not give Twisted any time to get back!

Clouds: Twisted is rolling around, almost as if the pain is taking his body over. He's trying to move, but his head is not in the game!

[Calib slowly begins to pant, feeling around for the edge of the ladder, trying to pull it to him. After a good thirty seconds or so, he finally gets to his feet, and sets up a ladder. He pulls and pulls, rung by rung, taking forever to get back up.]

Clouds: Calib is close, and I think he's going to win this thing!

Merchant: WAIT!

[We look over, as a hand is now on the apron. A second now, as Twisted is pulling himself back up.]

Clouds: IT'S TWISTED!

Merchant: Holy crap!

[Twisted now pulls his lifeless body into the ring, and begins to crawl to the ladder. He gets his hand on the leg of it, and just stops. He rolls to his back, and has an empty look on his face.]

Clouds: Twisted is on his back again!

Merchant: He's fine, he is just getting wind back moron!

[Calib looks around, and now down at Twisted. The two lock eyes. Calib looks back up, and grabs the Arena Title.]

Clouds: Calib has one, can he get the other?

Merchant: I don't know, but Twisted is just watching this.

Clouds: Did he give up?

Merchant: I don't think he knows where he is.

[By the time there done, we see Calib pull down the Mid-South title also, as the bell sounds.]

Tessa Bradley: HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE CONTEST, AND NOW AWA MID-SOUTH AND ARENA CHAMPION!!!! CAAAAAAAALIIIIIIBBB WAAAAAAAALLLAAAAAACE!!!

[The fans give a mixed reaction, being they hate both men, but cannot discredit there ability tonight. Calib holds both up in the air, and slowly makes his way down from the ladder. Twisted slowly rolls himself out of the ring. He's not mad at all, as he just slowly walks to the back. EMT's come down, but Twisted just pushes them away, and continues.]

Clouds: We made history tonight Tim!

Merchant: Calib Wallace is now a double champion. Maybe it is the year of Calib Wallace.

Clouds: I'm not sure, but the way Twisted lost has got me thinking, why did he just give up?

Merchant: I told you Mike, he wouldn't quit, his uh, legs just wouldn't work.

Clouds: I'm sure we will figure this thing out at the next AWA show for all the fans of that region at there next show in February.

Merchant: It looks like Calib isn't done though himself.

[Wallace holds both belts up, before putting them both over each shoulder. He jacks the mic from Tessa and looks at the fans.]

Wallace: It's real simple. Your looking at the "Now" of pro wrestling. You’re looking at the man who will walk away as the best wrestler of 2007. Look at me dammit! Once I finish off Fury in OCW, then there is only one thing left to do, and that's become the WWA World Heavyweight Champion. Christian Light, Thomas Bane, Lee Riel, whoever wins tonight, your a marked man, I promise that.

[He drops the mic again as he celebrates to a chorus of boos from the audience.]

[Backstage.]

[Sitting with his feet propped up on a folding chair, Ryan Blasier is seen flipping through a magazine, killing time until his match later in the evening. He's wearing a pair of black dress slacks, and a black dress shirt, with white stripes.]

[Pacing in front of him is the younger brother of Lemual Jordon, Toussaint, who is wearing a brown leather jacket, and a pair of jeans. The expression on his face, coupled with the restless walking about, indicates he's nervous about something.]

[Blasier glances up from his magazine.]

Blasier: Would you calm down? And take your jacket off. It's going to be a long night.

[Toussaint glances at Blasier and hesitates, before finally unzipping his jacket, and tossing it onto the wooden bench against the far wall. Underneath the jacket, he wears an Indianapolis Colts' jersey.]

Toussaint: I don't know about this, Blasier.

[Blasier raises an eyebrow.]

Blasier: Oh? You seemed to be fine with it when we came to an agreement a couple of days ago.

[Toussaint shifts nervously.]

Toussaint: Yeah, but ... I dunno, man. It's my brother we're talking about.

[Blasier put the magazine down, and sits up straight, eyeing the young man from Indianapolis.]

Blasier: The same brother who has continually overlooked you. The same brother whose shadow you are firmly entrenched in. The same brother who barely even thought to give you fair warning about me, even given my track record. That brother?

[Toussaint shoots him a look that suggests he doesn't need to be reminded about all those things.]

Toussaint: Yeah, but he's still my flesh and blood. Bah!

[He waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.]

Toussaint: You wouldn't understand.

[Blasier lifts an eyebrow.]

Blasier: Wouldn't I? Keep in mind you're talking to an individual who had to live his entire life in the shadow of a successful older brother.

[That got Toussaint's attention. He turns to look directly at Blasier, with Blasier matching his stare.]

Blasier: The fact is I know *exactly* what you go through every single day. When you read your brother's name in the paper, and everyone around you is always congratulating you on your brother's success, as though you had something to do with it.

[Blasier stands up, so that he is eye level with Toussaint.]

Blasier: Or when you're at home, and your parents are going on and on about how well Lemual is doing when they have company around. Meanwhile, you're sitting at the dinner table listening to them rabbit on, trying to become invisible. I know that feeling, Toussaint. And that's why I came to you with my proposal.

[Toussaint seems to weigh what Blasier is saying, nodding reluctantly.]

Toussaint: I know, man. It's just ... it's my brother.

[Toussaint stares down at the floor. Blasier nods, a sympathetic look on his face, as he places a hand on Toussaint's shoulder.]

Blasier: I know. I'm not suggesting this will be easy. But if you ever want to be Toussaint Jordon, not just 'Lemual Jordon's little brother', this has to be done.

[Toussaint looks up, then, with his jaw firm, and nods.]

Blasier: You know I'm right. After tonight, you'll be out of that shadow, and be free to fulfill your own destiny. Not just be a footnote in your brother's.

[Fade.]

(Shockwave is here.)

(In just a matter of hours, the Compaq Center will be filled to the brim with thousands of screaming fans.)

(The ring will be filled with combatants, shedding blood in the name of victory.)

(For now, however, it is an empty arena. Just a ring and enough chairs to sit an army.)

(Chris Egerton stands at the entranceway. In a matter of hours, he too will be shedding blood.)

(Not his own, but Team OLW's.)

(For now, however, he stands alone, scanning the scene and getting mentally prepared for the task at hand.)

"Every word that needs to be said has been said.

Every ego has been laid out onto the table for all to see.

Every claim, every aspiration to grandeur has been noted."

(Sneer.)

"Except mine."

(His eyes darken. The sneer remains.)

"Tonight I walk into that ring with Billy Deserati and David Paige. Team WR."

(Snort.)

"My team spirit took a dump and died. It doesn't matter. We're going to into that ring, lay waste to Team OLW, and then we're on our merry way."

(Sneer.)

"Not me, though. This match is nothing for me. Another walk in the park, another notch in the win column. Yeah, it's a chance to show my skills on the largest stage of them all, but anyone who's been paying attention long enough knows exactly what I can do."

(Slight chuckle.)

"If you ask me, the promoters of this Alliance haven't been paying attention at all."

(If he could smoke in here, he'd be puffing away.)

"That's okay. I'll take what they give me. I'll take it as far as I can, and make the collective members of Team OLW wish they had never been born."

(He scratches his overgrown sideburns, staring right past the camera as if in a state of contemplation.)

"Then I'll go back to WR and continue my reign of terror."

(That trademark sneer turns into that trademark smirk.)

"I'll repeat ad nauseaum until I finally get the recognition I deserve."

(And the smirk becomes a devilish smile.)

"If you ignore me long enough, however, I'll just have to force that recognition down your throats."

(Cut.)

[Backstage.]

[The Last Nighthawk is shown walking into the arena, with blue jeans, white Reebok sneakers, and his black Shockwave promotional T-shirt (the one with the head shots of all six Elimination Chamber participants superimposed over a shot of the Elimination Chamber on the front). He's got the World Heavyweight Title strapped to his waist, and a Reebok gym bag. Quickly he makes his way through the arena, smiling and waving at the passerby's. Making a left turn at his next "T" intersection proves to be an interesting turn, because it brings him face to face with both the previous World Champion and a new associate of his.]

[Ryan Blasier, wearing a pair of black dress slacks, and a black Oxford button up shirt with white stripes, and black shoes so shiny you can see the reflection of his smug expression in them, pauses in his conversation with his associate to look Light's way. The 'associate' is none other than Lemual Jordon's baby brother, Toussaint Jordon. He wears a pair of faded blue jeans, and an Indianapolis Colts' football jersey. Both men eye Light's approach.]

[Light glances at Toussaint curiously for a moment, wondering why he's with Blasier, but quickly focuses his glare on the man he despises, lest he take a knee brace to the face.]

[Blasier offers him an insincere smile.]

Blasier: Hello, Christian. I'm surprised that you haven't recoiled in terror at my presence. After all, for someone who is parading around as though he were a legitimate World Champion, you've done an absolutely masterful job of hiding from me.

Light: You know, if you really did want a World Title match, I'm sure all you had to do was ask and you'd be in this Chamber. If you haven't gotten the memo, counting tonight, I've defended this title in six weeks more than half the number of times you did in almost six months. I've never, ever ducked anyone before, and I won't start now.

[Mock clapping from the former World Champion is heard at Light's remark.]

Blasier: Interesting speech. Almost believable. But unlike the rest of the world, who see you as this pinnacle of greatness, I see right through your facade. You make claims about how often you defend that belt, yet look at who you've faced. Michael Morrison? Michael Morrison shouldn't even be anywhere near a World title shot. Bryan Smith? The same buffoon who cost me that title? Don't make me laugh.

[He shakes his head, a sneer painted on his face.]

Blasier: Fact is, Christian, if you honestly, truly felt you could defeat me, you would have demanded a chance to prove it. You can make excuses all you want, stick to your story that it's the WWA championship committee's fault, or it's because I haven't taken the initiative to come after you. But the fact remains that you know deep down you defeated Bryan Smith, *not* me. And until you prove you can pin my shoulders to the mat for the one, two, three - like I did to you our previous encounter - you'll be nothing but a glorified paper champion.

Light: It's funny how you always walk and talk by the "By Any Means Necessary" mantra and then, all of a sudden, when it backfires on you, you're the first to point fingers. Yeah, I didn't pin you, but trust me, I had every intention of it. And if you really care about getting back in the ring with me...if you really want this

[taps the World Heavyweight title] back...then how about we propose a little deal. You want a shot at me? I'll go to the championship board and try to persuade them about what kind of money and ratings Light and Blasier three would bring in. All you have to do? Win. Beat Jordon by pinfall or submission, tonight, and I'll do everything in my power to put your name back at the top of the list. Lose, and you can get back in line with everyone else waiting for a shot.

[Light cracks a slight smile.]

Light: And as an added bonus, I'll also give you my word that I'll be nowhere near you or Jordon during your match. Whaddya think, former champ?

[Blasier returns the smile.]

Blasier: First off, when I want my shot, believe me, I'll get it. I don't need you to vouch for me. However, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and allow you to prove you're not ducking my challenge. After I dispose of that nuisance Jordon, consider Blasier-Light part three a reality.

[Blasier takes a step closer to Light.]

Blasier: As for promises about staying clear of your match tonight, I refuse to make promises I might, or might not break.

[Blasier turns away from Light, and with Toussaint in tow, disappears down the hallway.]

[An upset Sean Jackson is seen walking backstage. For the first time, in a long time, Sean Jackson is walking alone, and looking for OCW owner Eric Ramirez. As he catches a glimpse of the camera crew, his rant begins.]

“You've got to be fucking kidding me Ramirez. I can't believe that THIS is the way that you're going to treat me. When OCW was at its lowest point, it was ME who came in to fix things.”

[He keeps storming through the backstage area, yelling at the top of his lungs.]

"Where the HELL are you bitch?" he keeps screaming at Ramirez.

[It now appears that he could care less about getting fired, he's just tired of getting screwed over.]

"If it isn't Thomas Bane getting my air time, it's that bitch Sherry costing me matches".

[He is now tipping over equipment and shoving the backstage crew in an attempt to find the elusive OCW owner. However, he ends up grabbing one by the shirt.]

"Where is he?"

[The man shakes his head.]

“I...I don't know…”

[Sean now has two large handfuls of the man's shirt and is pushing him against the wall.]

"I don't have time for games mother fucker". Sean is burning holes into the man as they are practically inches apart. "So you had better tell me where Ramirez is, or things are about to get awfully physical around here".

“I...I don't know where he is Mr. Jackson, I swear!!”

[Sean then throws the man to the side and continues storming backstage.]

"Leave me off of Shockwave? I don't fucking think so"

[Sean Jackson then looks square into the camera.]

"I'm getting sick and tired of your shit Ramirez. When I got screwed out of my match with Bane, you got your rocks off with Sherry."

[Sean grabs the camera.]

"Which I didn't appreciate a bit. Because in fucking her, you in essence fucked me over also. So you had better fix this Ramirez, and you had better fix this NOW." Jackson is so mad, he's trembling, with the veins popping out of the side of his neck.

"Then, to make matters worse, you allow Midas and Porn Star Productions to come in and humiliate Pamela and me? I guess you've forgotten who you're dealing with."

[Jackson shoves the camera away.]

[Cut.]

[Lemual Jordon is strolling through the backstage hallway, dressed in black tracksuit bottoms, sneakers and a white 'Team Stampede' football jersey. He passes by a few of the backstage workers, and nods and greets them with a smile. As he rounds a corner, his eyes light up as he sees an unexpected guest.]

[His brother, Toussaint.]

[Jordon approaches his younger brother, and claps him on the shoulder. Toussaint seems startled, but quickly covers it up with a forced smile.]

Jordon: Hey bro, I wasn't expecting you to be here tonight but it’s good to see you.

Toussaint: Yeah, umm, I never planned on being here, but here I am.

[Jordon eyes his brother curiously.]

Jordon: What gives, Touey?

Toussaint: What do you mean?

Jordon: You just don't seem yourself. You seem ... off.

[Toussaint doesn’t seem to want to look his brother in the eye, instead choosing to fumble with a Styrofoam cup in front of the coffee dispenser.]

Jordon: Toussaint?

[Toussaint turns and smiles weakly at his brother.]

Toussaint: Sorry, big bro. I gotta jet. But good luck tonight.

[Jordon frowns.]

Jordon: Where are you going?

[Despite Jordon’s repetition of that phrase, Toussaint doesn’t answer, and walks off down the hallway with his head hung low.]

(Cut to the backstage area. Chris Egerton, still drenched in sweat from his match, walks towards his dressing room door. He opens the door, takes two steps in, and a familiar scene is there waiting for him...)

"You satisfied?"

(Chris looks across the room to see that all too familiar glow of the end of a cigarette piercing through the darkness.)

".....No. Not at all. I haven't been satisfied since that match was announced, and I haven't been able to figure out why until now."

"I could've saved you some time, but please.. Enlighten me."

(Chris is pacing the room, slowly.)

"You seem flustered. Sit down, stay awhile."

"No. No no no. This ain't right, man. Since I came back, all I've done is succeed. I've beaten everyone that's been put in my path. Then you came along, and we've been tearing through everyone. We put Rayne in the hospital, we dumped John Henry through a flaming table, and yet, here I am, being put in some meaningless six-man match with partners I don't want to team with against opponents I don't care a rat's ass about. It isn't right."

(Chris continues his pacing. The tension inside is at the breaking point.)

"The promoters don't believe in you, Chris. It's that simple."

[Smoke filters from the darkness.]

"You should fix that."

(Chris stops in mid-pace.)

"You're damn right. We can continue to wreak havoc in WR, and we will. I can continue to beat everyone put in front of me, and I will. But it won't matter. I'm never gonna get to the top unless I take matters into my own hands."

(Chris stares right into the darkness.)

"I want it all. And if there's one thing I've learned from you, it's this: If you want something, just take it. The ends justify the means."

(Cut.)

[Knock knock knock.]

[A few moments passed, then the door slowly opened. One of the biggest men around peered out, gaze shifting about above the knocker's head, then downward. He was expecting someone taller, probably with a bone to pick.]

John Henry: "Wut kin Ah dew fo' yeh?"

Billy Deserati: "Heya Green Mile, 'member me?"

[Billy up-nods.]

HENRY: "Ah reckon so."

[Billy looks eye to eye... sort of… with John Henry.]

DESERATI: "Well, I figure I owe you one for what how you helped me in my match against Thorne. I'm in the process of building a machine that will destroy Diablo! It's not ready tonight... I'm going to field test it. Once it's done, it's all yours, kay?"

[Billy nods again.]

DESERATI: "And don't tell me you don't want it, it's yours to do with whatever you please."

[A blink from John.]

HENRY: "Dat be nahs o' yeh. Ah'd be glad t' tayk yo' gif'."

DESERATI: "Cool, anyways. Good luck against that devil dude. I'm going to go online to try to become a priest or something, maybe then I'll be able to help yah out... See ya in the funnies."

[Deserati waves and walks off.]

HENRY: "...Dat boy ain't raht..."

[A slow shake of the head, before the door closed once more.]

(True greatness himself, Michael Morrison, is shown walking down a corridor backstage. He had been called earlier in the week by AWA president Charles Adams, and was asked if he could come to Shockwave and speak with him in-person. Michael agreed, but was curious as to why the boss wanted to talk to him. After his hard-fought match with Sam Horrey at Saturday Night Slam, Michael made his way down to Houston, Texas, for the show.)

(As he approached the door to the office of Adams, he knocked on the door and heard a voice telling him to come in. He opened the door and saw Charles sitting behind a desk. Adams stood up and shook the hand of Morrison.)

Charles Adams: Hello Michael, I’m glad you could make it.

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: No problem, what did you want to speak with me about?

Charles Adams: Well Michael, I brought you down here because I wanted to let you know in person that we, in the AWA, have big plans for you in 2007. I’ve been very impressed with your work since coming to the AWA and I just wanted to tell you to keep it up. I have a feeling, before too long, you’ll actually be competing at one of these pay-per-views, instead of sitting here talking with me.

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well Charles, I appreciate the confidence you have in me. You know, since Final Countdown, I feel like a new person, and I think I’m going to do some good things in the AWA in 2007. I have a new attitude and I’m going to work hard, you can count on that.

Charles Adams: Well I don’t have any doubt about that and I’m really glad to have you on board. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy the rest of the show.

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Thanks.

(Michael and Charles shake hands, and Morrison leaves the room. He was a little surprised at what he just heard, but confident that he could show Adams that his confidence was not misplaced.)

(As he begins walking down the corridor, a stern look comes across his face. The camera pans over and finds the WWA Extreme Champion, Lee Riel, standing there. The two walk up to each other and have a stare down.)

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Lee..

Lee Riel (smirking): Mikey...

”Greatness” Michael Morrison: I guess you have a pretty big match tonight...facing Christian Light, among others, for the WWA World Championship. You think you're ready?

Lee Riel: As ready as one could be with a match as random and with as many possibilities as an Elimination Chamber. Of course, the brutality won't be a problem for me to cope with. (smile) What are you doing here anyway? You're not booked. As tempting as it may be for you, don't go hitting Light with a pipe or anything, I already had to save him from Curtis a couple weeks ago.

”Greatness” Michael Morrison: (laughing) Don't worry about me Lee, I'm not here to cause any trouble. I had a meeting with Charles Adams, the AWA prez, a little earlier and he told me that he has big plans for me in 2007. What those might be, I'm not sure, but one thing is for sure, I'm going to make a name for myself around here. Now Lee, we've had some intense battles in the past and I have a feeling, before it's all said and done with, that we'll meet in that ring at some point in the future

Lee Riel: Well when that time comes you better expect an ass whooping but for now as long as you don't mess with anyone in my match, you're alright in my book.

”Greatness” Michael Morrison: I'm just here to enjoy a good show. Riel, we might not have always seen eye to eye on some things but one thing I know is that I've always had respect for you. You're a hell of a wrestler and I look forward to doing battle with you again. In the meantime...

(Morrison extends his right hand as Riel backs off for a second. Lee eventually walks back up to Michael and after a few tense moments, Riel shakes his hand. Morrison flashes a smile).

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Good luck tonight in your quest for the gold!

Riel: Thanks.

(The two walk off in opposite directions.)

(Cut.)

Clouds: And we're back folks!

Merchant: Indeed we are, Mikey! Next up we have quite the match for you folks watching at home!

Clouds: We sure do! These men are main eventers in their own right, but in a card that has so many stellar matches and superstars, you almost have to put this match second for the night.

Merchant: They way I see it, every man on this card is a main eventer. This is an alliance wide PPV, after all.

Clouds: You're right about that, Tim. Let's get to the match!

Bradley: The following contest on Shockwave, is scheduled for one fall...

[The lights dim through out the arena with the fans murmuring off who's to come out next. Suddenly "Enter the Sandman" by Metallica starts blaring over the PA system and the fans all stand as they know who this song belongs to. Jake Devins, the Assassin himself. White lights begin flashing through out the arena until Jake Devins steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage, a smirk across his face. He is clad in his black loose martial arts pants, black elbow pads and black wrist tape. He stands on the stage for a bit....]

Bradley: Introducing first from Sacramento California, weighing in at 240 pounds. He is "The Assassin" Jaaaaaaaaaaaaake Deeeeeeeeeevviiiiiiiiinnnnnnsssssss!!!!

[The crowd comes unglued, singing the lyrics to "Enter the Sandman" Jake finally begins his descent down to the ring, passing up outstretched hands left and right before he slides into the ring and climbs up the furthest turnbuckle and stares out into the sea of fans, making a belt symbol across his waist before he hops down and his music fades...]

Clouds: The Assassin, Jake Devins ladies and gentlemen. He sure does look ready.

Merchant: No doubt, The Assassin will have the size and power advantage tonight. He looks jacked. Not to mention, it's gotta be disheartening from his opponent's standpoint as not only does Devins has a size advantage, he's got a background in martial arts, so the speed advantage isn't as great a distance as perhaps it would normally be.

Clouds: His speed surely will be put to the test tonight.

[The lights quickly snap off as the guitar riffs of Deep Purple’s “Perfect Strangers” begin to play. Smoke slowly rises from underneath the black curtains on top of the ramp way. The strobe lights along the entranceway begin to flicker rapidly and change from lime green’s to purple’s.]

[Travis Zahn slowly appears from behind the curtain, walking ever so carefully onto the top of the ramp, putting his hands on his hips and looking around with an ever so present smirk on his face. His long, black, sparkly sleeveless overcoat that reads “Diceman” on the back nearly scrapes the floor as he begins to head down the aisle. He mutters stuff that can’t be made out clearly due to the music. His tights for the show tonight are white with orange, “Diceman” written with the orange outline along each leg and TZ on the back.]

Bradley: Coming down the aisle…from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing in at 227 pounds…”The Diceman”…TRAVVVVIIIIIIIISSSS ZAAAAAAAAAAHHHHNNN!

[Zahn walks to the ringside area and heads around the ring, looking and making comments towards the fans in the front row. He points to himself and nods as fans try to reach out and touch him. He continues his way around the ring before grabbing hold of the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron. He faces the crowd and smiles, folding his arms across his chest and smirking once again. Zahn spins around and enters the ring through the middle and top rope before climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms. He gets a strong ovation from the predominantly OCW crowd...]

Clouds: We know what Travis Zahn can do in that ring. We've called plenty of his matches.

Merchant: "The Diceman" may have his hands full with "The Assassin", but don't think that he's coming in tonight as the underdog. I hope Jake Devins brought a lunch with him, he's gonna need it.

[Zahn takes off his overcoat and hands it to the crew at ringside. He fixes his hair which is tied in a pony tail. He stretches in the corner and hooks his arms on the top rope before leaning back and bouncing a couple times against them.]

Clouds: This is going to be an excellent match.

Merchant: As campy as this may sound, the winner will be the one who flawlessly, flawlessly executes his game plan.

Clouds: Easier said than done.

DING DING DING!!!!!

[Zahn and Devins circle each other and lock up in a collar-to-elbow tie up. Zahn goes behind Devins with a standing hammerlock, taking him down with a drop toe-hold, and then executing a side headlock on the mat...]

Clouds: Excellent series of moves there by Travis Zahn.

Merchant: They're on one of the biggest WWA Pay-Per-Views of the year, neither Zahn or Devins can afford to hold anything back.

Clouds: They gotta let it all hang out.

Merchant: Very good Tim, your ears do work.

[Both men stood up with Devins still trapped in the headlock. Following an elbow to the midsection by Devins, he sent Travis off the ropes, connecting with a shoulder block as he rebounded. Devins bounced off the ropes, as Zahn nipped back up to his feet. Zahn did a drop down and Devins hopped over him. As he rebounded off the ropes, Zahn attempted a leap frog but was caught mid-air by Devins, and spinebustered violently to the mat. He stood back up with his arms outstretched soaking in the mixed reaction of the crowd...]

Clouds: Thunderous spinebuster by Devins. Even better to show the presence of mind to spinebuster him out of the leap frog. Your timing has to be perfect on such a counter.

Merchant: On the flip side, there's not much you can do once you leave your feet. You're at the mercy of your opponent, and Travis Zahn just found out the hard way, Jake Devins is a wrestler without mercy.

[Devins picked Zahn up off the mat, scoring with a roundhouse kick to Zahn's chest. Zahn fell back into the turnbuckles, with Devins following up knife edge chops. The fans "woooo'ed" to every chop that Devins laid into Zahn. He Irish whipped Travis into the opposite turnbuckles, following Zahn in to hit him, presumably, with a clothesline. Zahn surprised Jake when he slingshot himself over Zahn...]

Clouds: Great heads up move by Travis Zahn!!! Now he's unloading with punches to face of "The Assassin!!!!"

[The crowd rose to their feet, cheering wildly for Zahn's turn of the tide. Zahn monkey flipped Devins out the corner, but Devins cartwheeled himself expertly onto his feet, to the "ooohhhhh" of the crowd. In a turnabout move, Zahn thought he had the upper hand not realizing that Devins was already on his feet. Jake sent him down to the canvas via a thrust kick...]

Merchant: Did you see the way Travis Zahn's head bounced off the mat? Any people out there thinking that Jake Devins has any sort of ring rust on him, is off their rocker!!!

Clouds: Travis Zahn does not look like he knows where he is at this very moment!!! Look at how his eyes are glazed over!!!

[Jake posed and taunted the crowd, stomping on the prone body of Travis Zahn. He then picked Zahn up, and dropped him hard to the mat courtesy of a vertical suplex. Jake turned Travis onto his stomach and sank in a tight camel clutch...]

Clouds: Jake Devins has switched gears, and now has locked Travis Zahn in the camel clutch.

Merchant: And let me tell you why this is a great move. Travis likes to be the one that dictates the pace of the match, and usually he can--whenever his opponent comes at him with a one-dimensional offense. Jake has varied his attacks; striking, grappling, and now a submission. He's managing to keep Travis Zahn off balance, it's a good start for Jake Devins.

Clouds: Look at the torque he's putting Zahn's back!

[Jake pulled back harder, yelling some obscenities at the crowd and to his opponent...]

Clouds: I could only imagine the pain Zahn's in right now.

Merchant: And look at Devins put the bad mouth on Travis, right in his ear while he tries to get the submission. Great psychology by Jake Devins.

[Travis lunges for the ropes, forcing a break in the hold. Jake still stomps away at his back, looking to cause more of an injury. Jake bounces off the ropes to drive an elbow into the back of Travis Zahn, but he missed. Travis slid out of the ring to walk around and get his bearings back...]

Merchant: Smart move by Travis Zahn. He didn't try to play macho and stay in there when he was hurt. I know how Travis thinks. He's trying to formulate a strategy to keep the bigger man Devins off of him.

Clouds: Only one problem. "The Assassin" is now on his feet.

Merchant: That "Assassin" name is a popular one throughout the WWA isn't it?

[Zahn walks around the ring for a bit, getting some of the feeling back into his lower body. At the referee's behest, he slides back into the ring...]

Merchant: It looks as if we're starting from scratch.

[As Zahn goes to lock up with Devins, he dropkicks Devins’ knee. He springboards off the ropes and gives Devins a front dropkick to his face...]

Clouds: Zahn has managed to take over the match!!!

[Devins used the ropes to pull himself up. Before he could get his bearings, Zahn nailed him with a spinning heel kick that took both of them over the top rope, to the "ooooohhhhh" of the crowd. Devins was on the floor below, while Zahn remained on the apron...]

Merchant: That was a helluva spinning heel kick by Travis!!!

Clouds: He rarely uses that move, but I guess now is as good a time as any!!

[As Devins was pulling himself up on the guardrail, Travis climbed to the top turnbuckles...]

Clouds: It looks like Travis is calling in the heavy reinforcements.

[Devins groggily made it to his feet, only to be crushed by a somersault plancha to the arena floor. The crowd cheered wildly...]

Clouds: SOMERSAULT PLANCHA BY TRAVIS ZAHN!!!!

Merchant: Neither man is moving!!!

[With the crowd still cheering, and the referee counting, Travis made it to his feet first. He rolled The Assassin inside the ring, and went for a cover...]

Clouds: Cover!!!

1.....

2.....

Clouds: Kickout by Jake Devins!!

Merchant: "The Assassin" still has some fight left in him!!

[Travis Zahn stood up and slid his thumb across his throat. The crowd cheered, sensing the end...]

Merchant: Travis Zahn is about to take it to another level.

[Zahn picked Jake Devins up and locked in an inverted front facelock. He turned and dropped to the mat with an elbow drop, crashing all his weight on top of Jake as Jake crashed to the mat. The crowd became unglued...]

Clouds & Merchant: PAYOUT!!!!

Clouds: Cover!!!

1.....

2.....

Merchant: How did Jake kick out of that?!

Clouds: I thought he had him there.

[Travis, firmly in control of the match, picked up Jake from a neutral position, and spinebustered him to the mat. He cradled Devin's legs for another cover...]

Clouds: This is it!! This is it!!!

1.....

2.....

Merchant: Look at that!!! What smart wrestling by Travis Zahn!!! Jake kicked out of the pin, and Travis used Jake's momentum to trap him in a Boston Crab!!!

[Devins sat in the hold, grimacing in pain. Travis, cranked lower on the Boston Crab...]

Clouds: And now it's Devins on the mat grimacing in pain. Travis Zahn has managed to turn this match around, after the strong start by "The Assassin" Jake Devins.

Merchant: True, but a "Roll of the Dice" could give the "Diceman", another notch in his belt.

Clouds: That's if Jake doesn't tap first!!! Look at his hand!!!

[Jake readied his hand to tap out, and the crowd became restless as it hovered over the mat. However, realizing where he was at, Jake lunged for the bottom rope, and the referee called for Travis to break the hold...]

Clouds: Travis was so close to making Jake tap out. If he would've held him in that Crab any longer he may have.

Merchant: I agree with you, and don't get used to that.

[The referee was asking Jake if he could continue the match, as he struggled to make it to his feet. "The Diceman" pointed to the ring apron, and the crowd roared their approval. He took his perch outside the ring, as the referee still spoke with Jake. Once Jake was on his feet, Travis sprang to the top rope, preparing to hit his signature flipping clothesline. Before he could steady himself, Jake pushed the referee into the ropes, causing "The Diceman" to slip off the ropes, clotheslining himself on the ring apron. The crowd booed heavily for Jake...]

Clouds: Of all the low-down, dirty...Jake just pushed the referee into the ropes!!!

Merchant: What ring presence Jake has. He knew exactly where Travis was, and what he was planning. That's the mark of a great wrestler right there, perfect timing.

Clouds: I suppose you would like that, that's right out of your playbook!!!

[With the referee admonishing Jake Devins, he made his way over to Travis Zahn, who was holding himself on the ring apron with one arm on the ropes. Devins laced into him with brutal roundhouse kicks to his midsection doubling him over in an attempt to break his grip. Frustrated, Devins somersaulted over Zahn, trying to powerbomb him from the ring apron to the floor. Zahn stood his ground...]

Clouds: "The Diceman" regained his wits, he's holding on to that rope for dear life!!!

Merchant: It's hold on or be splattered to the ring floor!!!

[Zahn let go of the ropes, but instead of being powerbombed, he delivered a hurracanrana to "The Assassin" sending him careening into the guardrail. The crowd was on their feet, as Travis slid into the ring...]

Clouds: Travis Zahn will not be denied here tonight!!!

[Zahn balled his fist, blew into it, and shook it opening his palm. The crowd whipped into a frenzy, as they knew what that hand signal meant...]

Merchant: You know what that means!!!

Clouds: Travis Zahn is looking for a "Roll of the Dice!!!"

[Jake made it to his knees, but the camera man zoomed in on him as he pulled himself up on the apron...]

Clouds: Wait a minute!!! Jake's going into his boot!!!

Merchant: He's got Brass Knucks'!!!

[With Travis body blocking the referee's view, Zahn reached out in between the top and middle rope, trying to pull Jake's groggy body into the ring. With his head exposed, Devins swung with all his might, crashing his weighted fist against Travis' head. Travis collapsed to the mat, as Jake put the object back into his pants, he slid in the ring, hooking a leg...]

Merchant: He's gonna steal it here!!!!

Clouds: Not like this!!!!!

1.....

2.....

3!!!!!

DING DING DING!!!!

Clouds: Oh come on!!!

Bradley: Your winner of the match, "The Assassin" Jaaaaaaake Deeeeeeviiiiiiiinnnnssss!!!!!

Merchant: You might not like how he won, but he showed excellent resourcefulness to get the job done.

["Enter the Sandman" blared on the PA system, as the OCW strong crowd rained boos onto Jake Devins. The referee raised the groggy hand of Jake Devins in victory.]

Clouds: I’d hardly consider brass knuckles a viable definition of being resourceful.

Merchant: Hey, don’t forget what the former World Champion, OCW’s very own Ryan Blasier’s motto: By any means necessary.

Clouds: You did say former champ, right?

Merchant: Hey now. Ryan Blasier’s easily the most distinguished champion the WWA has had in years.

Clouds: Minus the titanium knee brace, right?

Merchant: Any means necessary.

Clouds: Right... Moving on to-

[The arena goes dark, save for red spotlights are focused in the ring...]

Clouds: We apologize. It seems we're having some sort of malfunct.....

"To all the killas in the hundred dolla' buildin's......the real niggas who ain't got no feelin's...."

[The red spotlights then find their way towards the entrance way as the rest of Mobb Deep's 'Shook Ones' plays over the loudspeakers. Sam "The Man" Horrey makes his way to the entrance ramp, to a loud ovation...]

Merchant: This crowd knows who that is. That's Sam "The Man" Horrey, currently of the AWA. At one time a major staple in Texas' own OCW.

Clouds: The former WWA National Champion hasn't been on a WWA pay-per-view in quite some time.

[Sam has made his way into the ring, and was given a microphone by the ring attendant. His music fades, but a mild chorus of "Horrey, Horrey, Horrey!!!" echoes throughout the arena. Sam smiles as he nods his head...]

Sam: Damn I miss you, Houston!!!

[The cheers and chants of "Horrey" grew louder. Sam acknowledged it, blowing kisses to his audience. Then he got serious...]

Sam: However, all is not right in Horreyland. I haven't been on a WWA pay-per-view in Lord knows how long, and that's in part due to me coming and going from the WWA. Why come and go so much? Why even leave in the first place, you ask?

[Sam extended his index finger.]

Sam: Frustration.

[He nodded his head.]

Sam: You people have seen the things that are going on here, and the one that is at the forefront of my frustration is a little thing in the WWA that's called the King of the Deathmatch Tournament. A tournament set up so that--quote/end quote--"wrestlers", be they either great like, Bryan Smith...

(Fans cheer for the OCW Texas Heritage Champion...)

....once-great, like former WWA World Champion Rayne....

(Fans cheer for Rayne...)

....and even not-so great like Dean Hobkirk...

(Fans give a lukewarm response for Hobkirk...)

....can hit each other over the head with weapons and bleed buckets all in an attempt to prove what? I look at guys like the so-called "Extreme" World Champion, Lee Riel and I think to myself, "Is this the road that the WWA has come down to? Is this the road wrestling has come down to?"

[Sam paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts...]

Sam: I've heard fans and wrestlers of this...."garbage" style defend it by saying that this is their niche in the world of professional wrestling. They say that they're only providing an alternative to the norm in wrestling. Beating somebody with a broom, or kicking a chair into somebody's face ain't wrestling. That's violent crap!!!

(The crowd gave him a mixed response...)

Sam: This is a sport. You win, you lose, but you always come back to fight another day. I've seen career after career cut short because somebody got a tendon cut after falling on barbed wire, or someone's body gets disfigured because they wanted to set themselves on fire just so they can injure another wrestler. Ladies and Gentlemen, the buck stops here.

[The camera zoomed in close on Sam...]

Sam: From the worst of y'all, to the best this extreme division has to offer, I will cut this cancer out of the WWA. It starts with you on February 3rd, Dean Hobkirk. Then from there, I will cut my path straight to the winner of this 'Deathmatch Tournament' and ultimately the so-called 'Extreme' World Champion.

Clouds: Look at those eyes folks, he means business.

Sam: If this is the road that professional wrestling has gone down, then this moment is its detour. I'm Sam "The Man" Horrey ladies and gentlemen, and I am professional wrestling.

[Fans continue their lukewarm response to Horrey as "Shook Ones" plays over the loud speaker again. Sam makes his exit out the ring, shaking hands with fans on his way back through the entrance area.]

[Enter Brian Fisher. Pre-recorded, off-set.]

[Glendale, California. Sometime in December.]

[I showed up at his house unexpectedly and walked right in. He must have heard me because he turned the corner into the hallway I was in with a gun in his hand. We literally bumped into each other, causing him to accidentally pull the trigger and fire a shot into the floor. We both hit the deck. When he realized he was the one with the gun, he stood up, walked over and straddled me. The look on my face is not one of fear, but one of complete disappointment.]

“Why’d you miss?” I asked.

[He cocked his head. A smile formed, his grill shining off of a reflection from a mirror in the hallway.]

“Shit,” he said, “if I’d a known that was you, I woulda got the mufuckin’ RPG out, nigga.”

[This is A.O. Smith.]

-

[Detroit, Michigan. Sometime in December.]

[I walked into Sneaky Pete’s, a hole-in-the-wall bar just across the “good side” of Eight Mile Road a little past midnight. The guy I was looking for was doing exactly what I thought he would be doing—trying to impress female folk with a rousing rendition of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” via Tiny Tim’s Traveling Karaoke.]

[He must have spotted me as I walked in because he paused during the silhouette part in the lyrics. It wasn’t a big pause, very slight actually, but I noticed it. I walked up to the bar and ordered a Tom Collins.]

[When the song was finished, someone sat down on the empty stool next to me.]

“That song’s got me laid every night since the summer,” he said.

[This is Logan Kaine.]

-

[Kagoshima, Japan. Sometime in December.]

[The sign on the front of the building read “Yuu’s Meats,” only in Japanese. I walked in, brushed past a couple of people in line and walked behind the counter and through a doorway that had a sign that read “Employees Only” over the door in Japanese.]

[I walked into the run-down dojo in the back. It was dimly lit and smelled like rotten meat. Two Japs were slugging it out with each other while a few others looked on. One of them took control with an STO and stomped the shit out of the other guy while he was on the ground. The aggressor locked on a modified Anaconda Vice and the other tapped out.]

[While the guy on the ground laid there for a few seconds, momentarily trying to catch his breath or maybe just embarrassed by his performance I assumed, the other man started screaming something in Japanese to the people watching, making a motion with his arms and hands as if he wanted someone else to step up and try to do what the grounded man couldn’t. When no one said anything, he looked over at me with a smile and calmly repeated the same thing. I smiled back.]

[This is Riki Yuu.]

-

[Kodiak, Alaska. Sometime in December.]

[Alaska in mid-July is cold. Alaska in December is Antarctic. On this day, the wind was blowing fiercely against my face, and the hood on my parka wasn’t staying up.]

[I had to ask some locals where to find him, and they drew me a map of the vicinity without any idiotic questions as to why. They offered to sled me, but I declined and chose to walk instead. After nearly an hour in the cold and wind, I found him standing outside his igloo in nothing but a pair of long john underwear and snowshoes. He was ice fishing. He heard my feet crunching on top of the snow and turned slightly.]

“Put your shirt on. Let’s go,” I said.

“In a minute,” he said. “Fish have been biting all day.”

[I stood there for five more minutes. Nothing bit on his line. He got up, went into his igloo and came out a few minutes later. He had on a Hawaiian shirt, board shorts and sandals.]

[This is Quinn the Eskimo.]

[Once again in the bowels of the Compaq arena Lemual Jordon trudges, looking somewhat less relaxed than he did when he arrived, he seems positively stressed as he opens every locker room that he passes on the corridor.]

[The first is empty, as is the second he comes across. The third is occupied, but after a quick glance around ‘the Colt’ doesn’t find that which he is looking for.]

Lemual Jordon – Sorry.

[He exits quickly. The next door he tries is locked.]

Lemual Jordon – [hollering] Toussaint, you in there?

[There is no reply. Jordon hurries on then next door that Jordon checks does open and Jordon puts his head inside. He finds Thomas Bane, head in hands on the bench trying to get focused for the biggest match of his WWA career to date.]

Lemual Jordon – Sorry, Thomas, I’m looking for my kid brother. Don’t suppose you’ve seen him.

[Bane looks over and shakes his head.]

Lemual Jordon – Best of luck for tonight. In that environment, I think you’ll need it.

[Jordon exits.]

[At the next portal to another room Jordon comes across he tries the handle it’s locked, ‘The Colt’ beats his fist on the door several times.]

Lemual Jordon – [shouting] Touey, you there?

[There’s a murmur from somewhere, after a couple of hard thrusts with Jordon’s sturdy shoulder the lock gives, the door flies open.]

[There is nothing inside except a Hoover, cleaning equipment and toiletries. Jordon bites his bottom lip in annoyance and moves on, still looking for the needle in the haystack.]

[Turning another corner in the hidden corridors of the Houston arena Lemual finds more doors, more possibilities. The first door he tires flies open, inside is multiple WWA champion Michael Lennox. Jordon scans the room.]

Lemual Jordon – Umm.. sorry about that, looking for my brother is all. I’m guessing you haven’t seen him.

[Lennox closes his book and walks over until he is face to face with the elder Jordon.]

Lennox: Most people know well to avoid me in places like this. But, if I see him, I’ll let you know.

[Exiting Jordon looks back.]

Lemual Jordon – Best of luck tonight.

[The next locker room he comes to ‘the Colt’ finds empty.]

Lemual Jordon – Where the hell are they?

[Back ringside.]

Clouds - Lemual Jordon looking for a needle in the haystack.

Merchant - “What’s our next match?”

Clouds - “Well Tim, all the way from Ireland it’s the Wrestling Republic versus the Ole Line boys in a six man interfederation elimination match.”

Merchant - “So, who’s in the ring already?”

Clouds - “That would be Team OLW. There’s Python, that’s Wyatt Connors, and that would be Cole Christenson.”

Merchant - “Looks like a small group, with the exception of that Cole guy.”

Clouds - “Indeed Tim, but it’s been proven before that size doesn’t always matter.”

Merchant - “That’s what they want you to believe so you don‘t feel ashamed and useless.”

Clouds - “… Anyways, here comes Team WR.”

[RA's "Fallen Angels" hit the system and Billy bursts through the back taking extra time to pose for the adoring public. They shower him in praise and he seems to soak it up like a sponge. He comes down the ramp working the aisle talking to fans. He pauses by someone wearing a Holy Terror t-shirt and he raises their hand then slaps five with them. A few of the audience members nearby slap his shoulders or touch him. Billy himself manages to get in the ring and poses a few times before going over to his opponents.]

Merchant - “I love that kid.”

Clouds - “Indeed he’s one hell of a wrestler, but a little cocky for my taste.”

Merchant - “Cocky? He’s just not afraid of team OLW, and to be honest neither would I.”

["Sleep Now in the Fire" by Rage Against the Machine plays and the lights go black. When the singer screams, green flame fireworks explode from the stage, and continue to burn. Paige jumps through the flame, and makes his way to the ring. He rolls inside, and raises his arm in the center of the ring.]

Clouds - “Now here’s a man that knows a thing or two about wrestling.”

Merchant - “Not as much as this guy, he’s fought in pretty much every style the wrestling world has to offer.”

[The opening guitar drones of "You Fail Me" by Converge play ominously over the PA. The venue is completely dark. The drums and screaming kick in, dropping the hammer and sending this song into a loud, crawling, evil dirge. As soon as that happens, Chris steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in torn and tattered black pants, black boots, and a sleeveless, black, torn and tattered black hooded ring jacket. His gaze never wavers from his opponent as he walks to the ring, oblivious to the fans and the noise. He enters the ring, takes off the jacket to reveal his enormous back tattoo, and gives his opponent the 1000 yard stare.]

Clouds - “You’re enamored by him, aren’t you?”

Merchant - “What’s not to like? He’s their heavyweight champ, isn’t he?”

Clouds - “Yes, but that aside I do not condone nor admire his wrestling tactics.”

Merchant - “Yeah, yeah.”

[With all men in the ring, team OLW in one corner and team WR in the other, Tessa Bradley steps into the center, microphone in hand.]

Bradley - “Ladies and Gentlemen! This next match is a Six Man.. Interfederation Elimination Match!”

[The fans cheer loudly.]

Bradley - “In this corner, we have the three men of Wyatt Connors!”

[Boos!]

Bradley - “Python!”

[Some cheers for the kid.]

Bradley - “And Cole Christenson! Together they are the Ole Lin boys, TEAM Oh elllllllllll DUBYA!”

[Mixed reactions arise from the crowd.]

Bradley - “And in this corner we have the team of “The Holy Terror’ Billyyy Deserati!”

[An over all good pop as Billy smiles and waves.]

Bradley - “The ‘Irish Fire’ Daviidd Paige!”

[Paige nods his head and tries to smile as wide as Billy, as the fans are silent.]

Bradley - “And CHRIS EGGERTON! Together they are TEAM DUUBBYYYAAA ARRH!”

[Equally as mixed of a reaction as Team OLW received.]

[With that, Tessa ducks out of the ring and the referee steps up.]

Merchant - “Alright so who’s out first?”

Clouds - “It looks like it’ll be Chris Egerton and Cole Christenson going at it first.”

[Both men step up to the middle where the referee begins giving them the low down on the rules, all the while Egerton is talkin’ a little smack to Cole. The fans are jeering, waiting for the match to begin as they watch both men step up to each other, Egerton looking up to the bigger man as he swings his words around. Eventually, realizing that both men don’t seem to give a damn as to what he has to say, the referee waves his hand for the bell.]

[Ding, Ding!]

Merchant - “Look at Egerton, absolutely no fear of the bigger man.”

[With that, Egerton immediately shoots a fist into the face of Cole, sending the big man back a step. Egerton swings for another, but is blocked and receives a taste of his own medicine from Cole, sending him back a step. Cole steps forward quickly and shoots out a palm strike, but Egerton ducks out of the way just in time, winding up right behind him.]

Clouds - “Wow with both men trading off on blows, Egerton is lucky to be standing, let alone being able to avoid that palm strike.”

Merchant - “Luck has nothing to do with it, Mike. It’s called, ‘skill’.”

[Cole quickly turns around, only to receive a stick kick to the ribs, followed by another to the knee and then another to the ribs. A couple of stiff punches to the face, and Cole is backed up into the ropes trying to cover his body. Egerton goes in for the grab, but steps right into an elbow strike from the big man that knocks him off his feet!]

Clouds - “Wow! What an elbow strike from Christenson!”

[Egerton is quick to roll over and onto his feet, but Christenson is equally as quick to stay on top of him and lock him up and toss him with the pop of his hips, nailing a beautiful belly to belly suplex.]

Merchant - “He just threw ‘em like a rag doll. Get up Egerton!”

[Egerton is slow to his feet but Cole is there to lend him a helping hand as he grabs a fist full of hair and pulls him up. Egerton breaks his grasp, however, and gives him a stiff boot to the mid section which doubles him over. With the big man doubled over, Egerton wastes NO time in dropping him with the biggest European uppercut these fans have ever seen!]

[SMAACK!]

[OOH!]

[Cole falls flat on his back, as Egerton catches his breath.]

Clouds - “Ohh man! That was one huge European uppercut!”

Merchant - “That a’ boy Chris!”

[Egerton glances to his corner, seeing Deserati pleading for the tag, but simply shakes his head before he begins laying in the stomps on the bigger man. Cole eventually rises to his knees and is able to push Egerton away from him, but Egerton quick on his feet hit’s the opposite ropes and hit’s a running knee lift in to the face of the big man, knocking him back down to the mat!]

Clouds - “Things aren’t looking too well for Christenson, he’d better make the tag to his team mates before things get out of hand.”

[Sensing this, Cole tries desperately to roll away from the stomps of Egerton, he gets a mere few feet away before Egerton drops an elbow onto the back of his head and quickly locks on a camel clutch, RIGHT in front his team mates who are stretching their hands out for the tag.]

Merchant - “Get ‘em Chris! Don’t let him make the tag!”

Clouds - “Cole is soo close to making the tag, you got to reach for it Cole!”

[Cole is desperately reaching his hand out for the tag, a few inches from his partner Pythons hand, but Egerton keeps things difficult by pulling back even further on the hold. Cole is yelling out in pain, before he finally musters his strength and over powers the smaller Egerton, making the tag to the young Python!]

Merchant - “Noo!”

Clouds - “Tag made to Python and Python is on top of Egerton nailing a running clothesline out of the gate to break the hold!”

[With the hold broken, Cole roles out onto the apron as Egerton rolls back up to his feet, only to be met with a boot to the gut and his head driven into the mat by a quick DDT from Python. Python raises his hands high into the air for the fans, who give a nice pop.]

Merchant - “Show boatin’ SOB!”

[Python is quick to follow up though, as he leans over to grab Egerton. However, Chris has different thoughts as he shoots two fingers straight into his eyes, sending him staggering back. The breathing room is all Egerton needs to get to his feet and boot Python in the stomach. Egerton steps in and grips Python’s arm, whipping him hard into the opposing ropes. Python bounces off them and comes charging back, only to be broken in half with a tilt-to-whirl back breaker!]

Merchant - “That’s what you get, Python!”

Clouds - “Python did nothing wrong, Tim. It was Egerton who used the underhanded jab to the eyes to gain the advantage and now the poor kid is almost broken in half.”

[Egerton pulls Python to his feet and nails a couple of stiff chops to the chest before nailing a double underhook suplex that shakes the ring. With Python down Egerton steps over to his corner and points to Deserati before making the tag to the excitement of Billy. Billy quickly ducks under the ropes but Egerton places a hand on his chest and holds him back for a second. With Billy watching, Egerton walks over to Python who has rolled on to his stomach, and stomps him RIGHT on the back of the head, smashing his face into the mat!]

[BOO!]

[The referee is quick to get into the face of Egerton who shrugs it off and ducks under the ropes, nodding to Billy to take the reins.]

Merchant - “Was that a curb stomp?”

Clouds - “It most certainly was, Tim and it was certainly uncalled for!”

[Billy just shrugs as he picks up Python and hit’s a northern lights suplex before floating over and locking on a crossface chickenwing. Python screams out in pain as the referee drops down to check on him, asking him if wants to quit. Python stays strong however, and eventually makes it to the bottom rope, the hold broken by the referee. As the referee has his back turned, pushing Billy away, Egerton steps into the ring and goes to pick Python up, but Python has the where with all to send a boot up right into Egerton’s pride and joy!]

[Oohh!]

Merchant - “DQ!!”

Clouds - “It’s not a DQ Tim, Egerton isn’t the legal man. Serves him right.”

[Egerton quickly hit’s the floor hard and rolls to the outside, holding his nuts. Python is now on his knees as Deserati approaches him, Python shoots up and smashes him in the face with a strong right. Billy staggers back, but fires a punch of his own. The punch is block by Python, who in turn throws out another jab that staggers Billy. Python quickly grabs the arm of Deserati and whips him into the ropes, waiting for him to return. As they meet up in the center, Python leaps into the air and lands on to the shoulders of Deserati, before snapping back…]

[HUURRIICANNRANA!]

Merchant - “Don’t let him do that to ya, Billy!”

Clouds - “A beautiful hurricanrana by the young Python.”

[Quick cut to the front row. OLW's biggest fans Byron Tanis, Monty Clark, and Mrs. Tanis are applauding and cheering, going absolutely bananas. Tanis takes off his OLW baseball cap and points to the logo proudly.]

Merchant - “Oh sit down, Byron, you've been there a week.”

Clouds - “Tanis and friends, showing their regional loyalty in the most annoying way imaginable. [pause] Why is he even here?”

Merchant - “No publicity is bad publicity, Mike, and no one knows publicity like Byron Tanis.”

[With Billy down, Python is quick to hit a standing moonsault. From here, the pin is made.]

Merchant - “Pin!”

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

Clouds - “First pin attempt of the night broken as Deserati lifts his shoulder!”

[Python angrily stands up and grabs a fist full of Deserati’s hair and drags him over to the corner of OLW where he throws him into the turnbuckle and makes the tag to the rejuvenated Cole Christenson. Cole steps through the ropes as Python is booting Billy in the mid-section. Python backs off as Cole steps up and nails a huge Kenpo style punch that nearly flips Billy over the turnbuckle.]

[SMMACK!!]

Merchant - “That guy packs a punch.”

[Dazed, Billy staggers out from the corner and receives a butterfly suplex for his efforts.]

Clouds - “Butterfly suplex onto the dazed Deserati.. Is Billy talking down there?”

Merchant - “Looks like it! Tell him whose boss Billy!”

[Cole, hands on his hips is looking down in wonderment as Billy lays there, his jaw flapping away at Cole. Cole shakes his head and grabs him by the hair before pulling him up and backing him into the ropes, where he continues to trash talk away. Cole gives him a nice knee to the gut to silence him before trying an Irish whip BUT Billy has different ideas as he is quick to reverse it and send Cole to the ropes instead. Cole comes flying back into a drop kick that sends him toppling to the mat. Cole bounces right back up; however, and meets a boot to the gut followed by a….]

[THHUUUDDD!!]

[OOOHHH!!!]

Clouds - “HOLY DRIVER!!!”

Merchant - “YEAAHH! PIN ‘EM BILLLY!”

[Billy does just that, hooking his leg for extra measure. The ref drops for the count and instantly both Wyatt Connors and Python storm the ring, but they are cut short as Egerton and Paige meet them with right hands.]

[ONEE!]

Clouds - “Team OLW trying to break it up, but Team WR says no go!”

[TWO!!]

Merchant - “HE’S GOT HIM!”

[THHREEE!]

[Ding!]

Clouds - “First elimination of the night, Cole Christenson of team OLW and now OLW is handicapped. Two on three!”

[As the referee is assuring that Christenson rolls out of the ring and away from the action, Egerton and Paige are busy working on the two remaining men. Egerton is quick to drop Python with a snap suplex, while David Paige is busy nailing a beautiful pump handle slam onto Connors that shakes the ring!]

Merchant - “Team WR taking their opportunities, wise decision. But that damn ref is breaking them up.”

[The ref indeed is pushing both Paige and Egerton to their corner, Connors staying in the ring as Python rolls out onto the apron. All the while Billy has been leaning against the ropes, catching his breath with a huge grin on his face. Billy gives a quick thumbs up to the ref as he approaches the slow to his feet Connors. Billy nails a quick right hand onto Connors as he tries to rise to his feet, and then whips him into team WR’s corner. Wyatt hit’s the turnbuckle hard and stumbles out. Billy ducks around behind him and locks him in a full nelson before popping his hips and arching his back to drop him with a full nelson suplex!]

Clouds - “One thing I’ll say about Billy, he does have remarkable talent.”

[Billy, grinning points to Paige and tags him. David happily steps through the ropes and begins to stomp on Wyatt before glancing over his shoulder to Egerton. Egerton just stands there, wondering what the hell Paige is doing before Paige turns his attention back to Wyatt. Paige bends down to pick him up, but that momentary breather is all Connors needed to slam a thumb into the eye of Paige that staggers him enough for Connors to jump to his feet and send a barrage of stinging chops onto the chest of Paige.]

[WOOO!]

[SLAP!]

[WOOO!]

[SLAP!!]

Merchant - “What is Paige thinking, taking his eyes off a guy like this?”

[Wyatt has Paige backed up into his own ropes, right by Egerton. Wyatt backs off a little for some running room. Egerton swings for the blind tag, right about the time Wyatt is running for one hell of a clothesline. Right as Wyatt swings out, Paige glances and sees Egerton swinging. Seeing this, Paige drops down to the mat to avoid it right!]

[SMMACCK!]

[THUUUD!]

[OHH!]

Clouds - “Oh my!”

Merchant - “He clothesline Egerton right off the apron!”

Clouds - “Indeed, it looked as if Egerton was going for the tag, but Paige must have thought he was going to punch him so he dropped out of the way, just in time to avoid the clothesline by Connors!”

Merchant - “And now Egerton is downed on the outside!”

[Wyatt, looking down to see that Egerton is out on the lower mats, just shrugs before turning around right into a boot into the gut by Paige followed up quickly by a gut wrench suplex. Paige shoots back up to his feet and glances to the lower mats, to see that Egerton is slowly getting to his feet. Paige looks to Deserati who shrugs, and then back to his opponent who is slow to his feet.]

Clouds - “I think Paige is being unnecessarily paranoid about the heavyweight champ of the emerald isles.”

[Paige, trying to pull Connors to his feet, is caught off guard as Wyatt sends as fist into his package unbeknown to the referee. Paige grips his package and turns around, his face showing his pain, but is instantly dropped with a German suplex by Connors!]

Merchant - “Low blow, and once again Wyatt teaches Paige that he needs to pay attention to him and not Egerton!”

[Wyatt stands up, and points to Billy before flipping him the bird. Billy is jaw jacking away as the referee walks over to keep him from entering the ring. Wyatt quickly calls over Python, who enters the ring and walks over to Paige. The two have a little discussion before the two remaining OLW boys lift him up together in a double stalling brain buster DDT that drills Paige’s head right into the mat!]

[OOOHH!]

Clouds - “Sneaky double team tactic by the two OLW boys!”

[Wyatt pushes the younger Python out of the ring, as the referee turns around. Wyatt drops to the mat and hooks the leg of Paige for the pin.]

Merchant - “Pin attempt!”

[OONE!]

[Billy tries to enter the ring..]

[TWOO!]

Clouds - “This could be it!”

[But Python is behind him, and grabs his legs to pull him off the apron and bounce his face off the mat!]

[THREE!!]

[DING!]

Merchant - “It’s all tied up now!”

Clouds - “OLW did what they had to, and now this thing is tied up.”

[Egerton is up by this point, but stands leaning against the apron, watching as Wyatt kicks Paige out of the ring.]

Merchant - “I think Egerton could have broken that pin up.”

Clouds - “I don’t think he wanted to.”

Merchant - “Must have been a little revenge.”

[As Wyatt is busy kicking Paige out of the ring, Egerton slides in and stands to his feet, hands on his hips. As Wyatt backs up a little, jaw jacking, Egerton begins an all out sprint. Wyatt turns around at the last second as Egerton whips out his right arm..]

[SMMAACKK!]

[OOHH!]

Clouds - “OOH WHAT A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!”

Merchant - “Now THAT was revenge!”

[Egerton shoots up to his feet and points at Connors, jaw jacking him before picking him up and dropping him right back down into the mat with a…]

[THUUUD!]

[TIIGGAAAA DRIIIIVVVVAAAHHH!!]

[OOH!]

Clouds - “Chris EGERTON definitely showing us why he is the Heavyweight champ!”

[Egerton is quick to drop for the pin.]

[ONE!]

Merchant - “Here comes Python!”

[TWOO!]

Clouds - “Connors is gone!”

[THHRREE!]

Merchant - “NO!”

Clouds - “Python breaks it up at the VERRY last second with a diving double axe handle to Egerton’s back!”

Merchant - “Python better get out of there!”

[Instead of listening to Tim, Python is standing above Egerton and trash taking him before booting him in the gut a couple of times. The referee finally pushes Python out of the ring, and raises his arms to the crowd who cheer him on. By this point Billy is back on his feet on the apron and leaning against the ropes, urging his partner back to his feet.]

Clouds - “Well Python had some things to say before he left.”

Merchant - “Egerton won’t let that slide.”

[Egerton is slow to his feet, using the ropes to help him out. Wyatt is still down, but not for long as Egerton gives him a boot and kicks him over to team OLW’s corner. Egerton points to Python and motions for the tag. Python obliges and reaches over the ropes to tag the shoulder of Wyatt before stepping into the ropes to the applause of the crowd.]

Clouds - “Well here we go, these two men are circling the ring.”

[Both men instantly shoot into the middle of the ring, locking up with each other. Egerton slowly gets the advantage due to his size and weight, and breaks the hold after backing the young Python all the way up into his own corner. Egerton begins laying in the punches that have Python slumping into the corner. Eventually after enough punches Egerton backs off and lets Python stagger out towards him. Chris swings around three hundred and sixty degrees, snapping his fist out for a Uraken or spinning back fist!]

[SWOOSH!]

Clouds - “Nothing but air as Chris goes for that spinning back fist and Python ducks around.”

[Egerton quickly turns around, realizing that he hit only air, and when he does he turns right into a scissor kick to the face that sends him toppling to the mat!]

Merchant - “Man that kid has spunk, but he might as well give up now.”

[Python quickly pulls the larger man to his feet and somehow manages to whip him into the ropes. Egerton comes flying back into a Tornado DDT!]

[THUUD!]

Clouds - “Why should he? He’s got Egerton reeling!”

[With that, Python makes the cover.]

[ONE!]

[But here comes Billy, and he doesn’t look too happy.]

[TWOO!]

[Where’s Connors? Oh yeah, he’s down from that Tiger Driver.]

Merchant - “Get ‘em Billy!”

[THHAA- NO, BOOT TO THE HEAD FROM BILLY TO PYTHON!]

Clouds - “Billy saves his partner at the last second.”

[Billy quickly pulls the smaller man to his feet and absolutely nails a Northern Lights suplex that shakes the ring and has the fans cringe. Billy shoots to his feet and is instantly pushed back into his corner by the referee. Instead of arguing with the ref, Billy just grins and gives him a thumbs up before ducking under his rope.]

Merchant - “Python is out, and Egerton is stirring.”

[Indeed, Egerton is slowly getting to his feet, and crawls over to Python before picking him up and DRILLING him with a…]

[THUUUDDD!]

[OOHH!]

Merchant - “What was that?!”

Clouds - “BLACK OUT DRIVER! IT’S GOT TO BE OVER!”

[Egerton drops down and hooks the lifeless Pythons leg all the way back as the referee drops down for the count. By this point, Connors is stepping through the ropes, but Billy spots him from a mile away and is already in the ring as he enters.]

[ONE!]

Merchant - “Connors better make the save!”

[Connors quickly charges over to the two men to lay the boot down!]

[TWWOO!]

Clouds - “Here comes Billy!”

[Billy leaps over the pin and lays his shoulder right into Wyatt to tackle him out of his boots and drill him into the mat!]

[THREEE!]

Merchant - “Oh hoo! What a tackle!”

Clouds - “And now it’s two on one!”

[The referee busily checks on Python before helping him roll out of the ring, as Egerton gives a nod to Billy who motions Chris over to Connors. Billy steps back out on to the apron. ]

Merchant - “Wyatt better step his game up against Egerton or it’s all over.”

[Chris slowly walks over to Wyatt who happens to be on all fours. As he reaches him, he snaps out a boot and drills it right into his mid-section that flips Connors over onto his back, holding his gut. Egerton pulls him up to his feet, and quickly whips him across the ring where he slams right into Billy Deserati, knocking him off the apron and making him tumble to the mats below.]

Clouds - “Billy’s down!”

[Connors sling shots back to Egerton, who takes him down with a running, jumping knee lift which flips him over onto his back in the center of the ring. Egerton glancing over to his corner, looking for the tag, but unfortunately Billy is downed on the mats. Seeing this, Egerton decides to scale to the top rope as Wyatt lies clutching his gut. Egerton motions to the crowd before he leaps off the tope rope in a double stomp position!]

Merchant - “INNN COMING!”

Clouds - “DEATH STOMP!”

[But it was not to be so as Connors rolled out of the way just in time, Chris staggering as he lands on his feet. Chris turns around to find Wyatt, but only finds a swinging neck breaker!]

Merchant - “Ouch!”

[With that, Connors decides to take this thing to the top rope himself. But as he scales to the top, in WR’s corner, Billy is back up on the apron and is grabbing on to his foot trying to knock him off. Connors kicks Billy away, and then punches him square in the jaw to knock him off the apron once more. By now, Chris is up, but is hunched over on one knee, holding his neck. Seeing this, Wyatt quickly leaps off in a seated position!]

[*FLASH*FLASH*FLASH*]

Clouds - “WIISEECRACK!!”

Merchant - “OH NO!”

[Having nailed the Wisecrack, or top rope rocker dropper, Connors lays on top of Egerton for the pin.]

Clouds - “That has to be all!”

[ONE!]

[Billy is using the apron to pull himself up at this point.]

Merchant - “Get up Billy!”

[TWOO!]

[Billy is finally up and slides into the ring…]

Clouds - “He won’t make it!”

[Billy charges!]

[THHHAAAAA..]

[He leaps!]

[REEEEEE!!]

[He lands an elbow to the back of Wyatt’s head!]

Merchant - “AHH! Billy you were too late!”

Clouds - “Now it’s a one on one match up, Wyatt Connors just eliminated Chris Egerton from the match!”

[The referee rolls an out cold Egerton from the ring, as both Billy and Wyatt roll to their feet.]

Merchant - “The pride of the WR and of the OLW rests squarely on these guy’s shoulders, Clouds!”

[Both men begin circling each other as the fans cheer loudly.]

Clouds - “Indeed it does, but one has to wonder how much Wyatt has left in his tank. Billy has been resting up on that apron for a while now.”

[Both shoot into the center of the ring for the lock up, with Billy getting the upper hand and taking Wyatt down with a double leg take down. Billy quickly floats over to lock on an arm bar, but Wyatt is quick to roll away from it and shoot to his feet as Billy stands. Both lock up once more, with Wyatt getting the upper hand this time around, ducking under the arms of Billy and keeping his arms wrapped around his waist. Connors lifts him up and turns slightly before slamming him onto his stomach slash chest. Wyatt stays on top of Billy and begins smacking the back of his head repeatedly before Deserati covers up and Wyatt stands to his feet with a grin.]

Merchant - “Nice exchange there, Wyatt’s a cocky one.”

[Deserati, rolls over onto his back as Wyatt steps into pick him up, and drills a boot into his gut with staggers Connors. With room to breath, Deserati shoots to his feet and narrowly dodges a clothesline attempt by Connors by ducking under his swinging arm and wrapping his arms around his waist before popping his hips and DRILLING Wyatt into the mat with a German suplex, bridging for the pin!]

Clouds - “What a reversal! And now we got a pin!”

[ONE!]

Merchant - “That bridge is hard to get out of!”

[TWO!]

[THHAAA- NO!]

Clouds - “Connors somehow manages to get out at the last second!”

[Both men roll over, with Billy being the first to his feet, and jumping straight on Connors as he tries to stand up, knocking him on his back before slamming punch after punch into his face!]

Merchant - “Billy’s unleashing right’s and left’s like a mad man!”

[Eventually Wyatt manages to cover his face and roll over onto his stomach, which Billy gives a little pay back and messes up his hair before slapping him across the head a couple times and standing up. Billy gives a thumbs up to the crowd who cheers as he awaits Wyatt to stand up.]

Clouds - “This match is full of revenge, Tim.”

[Wyatt eventually makes it to his knees, and Billy walks forward to pull him up the rest of the way. But Connors has different ideas, as he grabs the head of Billy and drops to his butt, drilling him with a jaw breaker that sends Billy flopping on to the mat. Wyatt, with the aide of the ropes, stands to his feet and walks over to Billy and pulls him up to his feet. Wyatt swings for a right hook, but Billy somehow manages to block it and goes for a punch of his own. Billy hits nothing but air; however, as Wyatt drops to the mat and sweeps the legs right out from Billy making him land flat on his back. Wyatt then leaps to his feet and sends boot straight into the throat of Deserati, a signature move of his.]

Merchant - “That HAD to hurt!”

Clouds - “Definitely, Billy is gasping for air as Wyatt gloats over his ‘Double Cross’. The referee is having a stern talk with him about that one.”

[With the referee pushing Wyatt away from Billy, shaking his finger at him, Billy is rolling to all fours gasping for air. Eventually, seeing this, Wyatt pushes past the referee and bends down to pick Billy up, but receives an unseen elbow to the chest that knocks the wind out of him. Hunched over, Wyatt leaves himself open for a double underhook DDT!]

Merchant - “Way to go Billy!”

[Billy grabs a leg of the downed Connors, and pulls him to the center of the ring before he locks on the one, the only, and the very dreaded…]

Clouds - “TTTEERRORRR LOCK!!!”

[OOHH!]

Merchant - “It’s all a matter of time now!!”

[The fans are cheering like crazy as Billy locks on his inverted full nelson, applying as much pressure as he can. The referee is at Connors side, making sure he’s not passed out, asking if he taps.]

Clouds - “You gotta believe this over, how can Wyatt survive this?!”

[The ref is still asking if he wants to give but all Wyatt can do is shout, ‘NO!’.]

Merchant - “Connor better give up before he passes out!”

[Finally…]

[DING, DING!]

Clouds - “THE REF IS WAVING FOR THE BELL!”

Merchant - “Did he quit?!”

Clouds - “Sure did Tim!”

[Billy releases the hold and falls onto his back, as the referee holds up his hand as the victor.]

Bradley - “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HERE IS YOUR WINNER, REPRESENTING TEAM DUBYA ARRH! BILLLLYYY DESERATI!”

[The fans are cheering loudly as Billy staggers to his feet and gives a thumbs up to the fans.]

Merchant - “That was a decent match.”

Clouds - “It sure was, Tim. For the pride of the Emerald Isles, Billy Deserati has walked off with a victory. You got to believe that all the fans in Ireland are happy about that one.”

[Ryan Blasier and Toussaint Jordon are seen in the midst of a heated discussion. Blasier is doing most of the talking, with Toussaint shaking his head every so often, with him only occasionally offering a nod of agreement.]

Blasier: Just stick to what we talked about and everything will be fine.

Toussaint: All right.

[Blasier notices that Toussaint isn't being very enthusiastic with his responses, so he looks him in the eye and pokes a finger into the youngster's chest.]

Blasier: I'm dead serious. If you mess this up, then everything we talked about goes up in smoke. Including everything you've ever hoped and dreamed about.

[Toussaint nods at the seemingly cryptic comment, as he alone knows what Blasier is referring to, and he alone knows fully what is at stake tonight for him.]

Toussaint: I said all right.

[Blasier smiles this time. At least Toussaint's intensity and fire seems to have been taken up a notch. With the scolding out of the way, Blasier turns on the 'good parent' routine, by placing his hands on Toussaint's shoulders and nodding his approval.]

Blasier: I apologize for raising my voice. But you know how much tonight means - to both of us.

[Blasier smiles.]

Blasier: But I know you're ready. So let's do this.

[Toussaint returns the smile.]

Toussaint: It's time to make a name for myself.

[That remark widens Blasier's smile from ear to ear. The smile is short lived, however, as the dressing room door gets slammed open, and in walks two hundred and sixty plus pounds of unadulterated fury.]

Jordon: There you are, you son of a bitch. Get the hell away from my brother!

[Lemual Jordon closes the distance between the door and Blasier in a couple of long legged strides. To Jordon's continued dismay, Toussaint takes up position in his older brother's path, blocking his way to Blasier. He looks at his brother with an incredulous expression.]

Jordon: Toussaint, get out of the way!

[Toussaint holds up a hand to his brother.]

Toussaint: Get out of here, bro. I know what I'm doing.

[Jordon glances from his brother, to Blasier, back to his brother, and shakes his head. He can't believe what he's hearing, worst of all coming from his own flesh and blood.]

Blasier: You heard the man, Lemual. Leave. You're not wanted here.

[Blasier smirks at Jordon. That seems to be the final straw, as Jordon's eyes narrow dangerously. He pushes Toussaint out of his way, and lunges at Blasier. Blasier sidesteps the attack, and crouches in a ready stance, but by this time the commotion has reached the hallway, and the security staff pours in.]

[Half a dozen security officials hold Blasier, while another half dozen try and restrain a seething Jordon. Toussaint, for his part, stands off to one side, his face a mixture of turmoil and sadness.]

Jordon: You're a dead man, Blasier!

[Jordon yells at his hated rival, as security staff hold onto his arms.]

Blasier: Idle threats, Jordon. Your promises are never kept. Just like all those promises you made to your little brother growing up, you'll break them.

[Jordon looks at his brother, a confused look on his face.]

Jordon: What the fuck's he talking about, Touey?

[Toussaint doesn't reply. Instead, he turns his back on his brother and makes his way to stand next to Blasier. Blasier smirks once more, and Jordon looks on the verge of blowing up in rage.]

Blasier: Come on, Toussaint. We've both got a date with greatness to prepare for.

[Blasier and Toussaint make their exit from the dressing room, as Jordon continues to struggle to break the security staff's grip on him.]

Jordon: Touey!

[The dressing room door is heard shutting. Jordon is near to tears.]

Jordon: TOUSSAINT!

[Fade.]

[ We rejoin Joey and Billy at the local Gamestop. They walk up the counter where a man is standing. Gruff looking guy. His name tag says Frank.]

Joey: Hey, we need one Xbox 360 Wireless controller, and a copy of Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic. Penguin spilled beer on my copy at home.

Billy: Yeah, and dude can you get us one of the wireless chargers for the 360 while you're at it. Batteries ain't cheap when you're in war.

[Frank sort of growls a bit.]

Frank: War huh... You think you girls know something about war. Let me tell you about REAL wars. You're out there in nothing but your helmet and a skirt made out of poisonous leaves. Leaves that make your John Hopkins swell up to the size of a Volkswagen Bus. No magical sissy Force is going to save your sorry ass from the enemy, let alone snakes or bears. What do you think about that, Luke?

Joey: I think we should go.

Frank: Leave your pants.

[Enter Brian Fisher. Live and on-set.]

[One needs to be made clear—I didn’t accept any kind of offer from anyone. I told them what was going to happen and to stop me if they wanted to or, maybe more appropriately, if they could. I told them I was coming alone tonight, but that wouldn’t be the case for very long. I told them to consider the heads-up I gave them a blessing. What I really meant to call it was a warning.]

[As I sit here waiting to do whatever it is I’m going to do, the light is still stretched and metallic, still the color of a migraine. For a while, I thought the sun did set—on me, on the alliance, on the business that I love. It then occurred to me that the sun never sets on people like me. The sun never sets on a badass.]

[If I wanted to create and cement any kind of legacy, I would need some help. These guys will help me save this place.]

[Or destroy it.]

[Take your pick.]

[ Backstage ]

[ Back in the temporary locker room of Joey Tesauro and company. We see Penguin and the others waiting patiently. Eventually Joey and Billy arrive. Both without the in-tended game and controller. And their pants. Billy looks shell shocked. ]

Billy: I’ll never play another video game again.

Z: Guys...where are your pants?

Joey: We can’t go to Gamestop anymore.

Penguin: Dude, where are your pants?

Joey: I mean it, from now on, we stick with Amazon.com.

Z: Dude, I’m asking you a serious question about the location and current status of your pants.

Joey: A man took them.

Penguin: OK! We’ve heard enough!

Billy: He was big. Big and hairy.

Others: AHHHH!!

[The show comes from a backstage segment to the ring, hijacked by Sean Jackson. He has a house mic in hand, and a chip on his shoulder.]

"Ramirez, I couldn't find your god damned ass backstage. But, I know for a fact that you're watching on one of the monitors. So let me tell you something BOY..."

[Sean is still livid, and now pacing both and forth in the ring. He's no longer going to sit back and let OCW pass him over with other talent.]

"The days of OCW ignoring me are OVER. The days of OCW having pieces of shit like Midas and Porn Star Productions coming in, and humiliating the TTO are OVER. You understanding me you wetback piece of shit?"

[The camera pans in super tight on the "Mental Rapist" as he continues to rant.]

"First it was Thomas Bane…"

[Cheers erupt throughout the Bunkhouse, marking for Thomas Bane.]

"The man who only came to OCW because he lost the NWA World Heavyweight Title, and they didn't want him anymore. Where as I, was trying to get in so that I could be a part Summer Games…"

[The pacing stops, but Sean continues, not caring who he pisses off now.]

"…to prevent the loss to a company that couldn't even make it on its own! And how was I rewarded? That's right, the red carpet was rolled out to Bane. Well fuck you Ramirez! I deserved better than that!"

[He goes back to pacing, or feeling sorry for himself. But, the rant keeps going as everyone wonders when security is going to step in.]

"I deserved better and you know it. Then...THEN, to top it all off. You allow Porn Star Productions to come in with THIS!"

[Sean takes out one of the now infamous DVD's simply entitled Pamela does Dallas, and shows it to the camera. The porn movie of Pamela Duke-Jackson and Dallas Dollars, which has been widely distributed throughout the WWA, shows the hot girl on girl action between the two.]

"This is a travesty Ramirez, and shouldn't even be allowed. My wife was taken against her will, forced to make this damn movie, and is now having to re-live the nightmare all over again. Well, I'm not going to have it. I know that Porn Star Productions is probably in the back, handing out more DVD's, so I'm giving you an ultimatum, you had better do something about this, OR I WILL."

[Sean motions for the camera to come closer.]

"I want Midas with Porn Star Productions, and I want them NOW. Because if I don't get them, all hell is going to break loose."

[He points a finger at the camera.]

"That's not a threat, it's a promise."

[At that moment, security finally comes out and attempts to remove Sean from the ring. As Sean struggles, Terry Norris and Bobby Blood bolts from the back, slides into the ring, and begins to clear security from the ring. After the threesome clears the ring, Terry Norris hands the mic back to Jackson.]

"Is that all you got Ramirez? I told your ass that I wanted Midas, Porn Star Productions, or all of them in the ring, and I WANT THEM RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!"

[With all three members of the TTO standing tall in the ring, Sean's wife Pamela makes her way down towards the ring.]

"Sean, I understand what you're trying to do. But, there's more than one way to skin a skank. We aren't going to accomplish anything like this, so let's go to the back, and formulate a plan, Texas Outlaws style."

[As Pamela stands close to the ring, Sean's not wanting to listen to any of it.]

"Screw that Pamela, because of those jackasses, your father found out about everything. He didn't like me very much to begin with, now he wants the two of us apart..."

"Sean, it's not my father's decision. Just leave the ring before we all get suspended. We'll get Porn Star Productions and Midas on our terms, and when WE want them."

[Finally, she is getting his attention.]

"Please?"

[Her argument is compelling, he finally decides to take her advice. But, not before letting one more comment fly.]

"This isn't over with Ramirez, not by a long shot. If you won't give me Midas and Porn Star Productions, then we'll get them without your help."

[With that, the TTO exit the ring and make their way to the back.]

Merchant: Well, that was…interesting. What do we got next, Mikey?

Clouds – It’s the Battle of the Bunkhouse and the match I personally have been waiting for.

Merchant – Ah, yes. This match has been dubbed OCW’s unstoppable force meets the Texas regions immovable object.

Clouds – Well they’re certainly the two men who have achieved the most since Outlaw Championship Wrestling resumed operations nearly 12 months ago.

Merchant – And until a few weeks back the pair had not crossed paths, that changed when Lemual Jordon played his part as the WWA World Heavyweight Title finally slipped from the grasp of Ryan Blasier.

Clouds – But only after Blasier had cost Jordon a win in a Battle Royal, a match until that point The Colt had dominated.

Merchant – We’ve seen the mind games that Blasier is playing on his opponent, trying to enable Toussaint Jordon to escape from the shadow of his big brother.

Clouds – Tripe, the former World Champion is using the younger brother of The Colt to throw the man from Indianapolis off his game.

Merchant – How long has Toussaint Jordon had to watch on with envy his big brother Lemual, I’m sure he was bullied by Lemual as the pair grew up together.

Clouds – I doubt that.

Merchant – I have it on good authority.

Clouds – From whom, Ryan Blasier?

Merchant – Spot on.

Tessa Bradley – Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana, and weighing in at 263 lbs .... “The Colt” LEMUUAAALLL JOOOOOOORRRDDOOONNNN!!!

[Crowd rise to their feet as Nirvana's "Son of a Gun" plays, Lemual Jordon greets the fans with raised fists as he enters after a moments pause from 'the Colt' - to take in the sight of the OCW fans - Jordon sprits down the aisle to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.]

[Jordon mounts one turnbuckle, fists raised in the air, Jordon jumps down crosses the ring another mounts the opposite turnbuckle. He wears a pair of racing blue trunks, with 'The Colt' written in white on the ass, white boots with blue laces and an OCW 'Team Stampede' Football jersey with his name on the back. After testing the ropes the football Jersey is pulled off and tossed to some lucky ringside fan.]

[Down 'The Colt' climbs, charges across the ring rebounds off the ropes on each side a couple of times before he stops and awaits the bell his intro music fading.]

Clouds – As green as any lush meadow was Lemual Jordon when he came to OCW a little under a year ago, no one expected the young man to adapt to life as a Pro Wrestler as well as he had.

Merchant – Well he came from an athletic background, not so different.

Clouds – Jordon was a college footballer, a far cry from being one of the biggest names on the payroll of Outlaw Championship Wrestling.

[As “My Hero” by the Foo Fighters plays over the PA system, Ryan Blasier emerges from the back.]

Tessa Bradley – And his opponent from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at 231 lbs… RYYYAANNNNNN BLLAAAAAIIIISSSSYYYYAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

[Blasier is wearing his black full length wrestling tights, with silver trim along the legs, and a white t-shirt which reads “By Any Means Necessary” on the front.]

[He has a permanent grin on his face as he glances around at the fans while he walks to ringside. He exchanges the odd word with various fans along the way, taunting them with a smirk painted on his face.]

[As he reaches the ring, Blasier slides under the bottom rope. Blasier mounts one of the turnbuckles and hoists his right arm up in the air. He then leaps down off the turnbuckle and leans casually against one of the turnbuckles with a huge grin on his face.]

[Blasier removes his t-shirt, tossing it into the crowd for some lucky spectator to keep as a souvenir, and then turns to face his opponent, preparing for the bell to sound.]

Clouds – If the WWA will remember anyone from the year that was 2006 it’s that man right there.

Merchant – That’s correct, not only was he WWA World Heavyweight Champion for the longest time that any man has held that title in a single reign he also defeated nearly everyman the WWA booking committee threw his way.

[As the music that welcomed Blasier to the ring dies, the pair in the ring lock eyes.]

Clouds – This should be a match to end all matches. Blasier will have to use his scientific mat based skills and maneuverability to counter the sheer athleticism and strength of Jordon.

*Ding, Ding*

[The pair circle, before facing up, a deep breath from Jordon before the two tie up, Blasier quickly applies a headlock, but with a shove Blasier is sent to the ropes. Blasier rebounds into a sturdy shoulder block and goes down.]

Clouds – Blasier predictably getting the worst of that contact?

Merchant – Jordon has 30 lbs on Blasier. That shoulder of his has sent some of the best crashing to the mat.

[Jordon pulls Blasier back to his feet shoots the former WWWA Champion to the ropes, Blasier rebounds, back body drop by Jordon sends Blasier high into the air as the fans cheer.]

Clouds – Indeed Victor Mandrake was felled by that there shoulder at Summer Games.

Merchant – But it wasn’t enough for OCW to advance, Jordon’s record at WWA PPV’s is zero and one. What’s Blasier’s?

Clouds – Three and zero, or better.

[Blasier lands, feet first and quickly rolls back to his feet, Jordon had been waiting and charges with a clothesline sending the pair tumbling to the outside.]

Merchant – Exactly

Clouds - Aggressive start by Jordon, using his sheer physicality to intimidate Blasier in the early going.

[Back to his feet the quicker of the pair Jordon grabs Blasier buy the hair and pulls him back to his feet, Jordon lifts up Blasier and drives him back first against the ring apron.]

Merchant – But Blasier is the master of mind games, look how he’s taken Jordon’s kid brother under his wing.

[Blasier is drawn up once again and rolled back into the ring by Jordon who slides back under the bottom rope himself, as the two return to their feet again it’s Jordon the quicker, Blasier is tossed against a turnbuckle and Jordon fires a couple of punches into the body of Blasier before driving a knee into the former WWA Champs mid section.]

Clouds – And we know that Toussaint Jordon is here in the arena tonight.

[Pulling Blasier out of the corner Jordon lifts Blasier high with a stalling vertical suplex.]

Merchant – Show of strength from Lemual Jordon, holding the 231 frame of Blasier in the air steady as that.

Clouds – Certainly the longer Blasier is in that position the more blood rushes to his head. The more impact of the move.

[After ten seconds of being elevated in the air Blasier is brought crashing down to the canvas, Jordon rolls over for the cover.]

Merchant – Early cover by Jordon.

[..1..]

[Blasier kicks out after only one, Jordon pulls Blasier back to his feet, fires a couple of forearms to the face of Blasier before sending Blasier to the ropes with an Irish whip, Blasier rebounds Jordon swings for a lariat but Blasier ducks. Blasier hits the ropes again but rebounds into a flying twisting shoulder block from Jordon that sends Blasier down.]

Clouds - Blasier struggling to establish himself in the early going here.

[Jordon pulls Blasier back up and shoves him against the turnbuckle once more. A knife edge chop by ‘The Colt’ stings the chest of Blasier.]

Merchant – Blasier has the big match experience, he’s been here and done this before. He knows it’s a marathon not a sprint.

[Another knife edge chop by Jordon is followed by a shoulder being driven into the breadbasket of Blasier several times.]

Clouds – Jordon’s had his fair share of ‘big’ matches, but never quite on this scale before.

[An Irish whip to the far side of the ring, Blasier connects with the turnbuckle, Jordon doesn’t charge after his opponent but arrives shortly afterwards with a well placed boot to the midsection, before gripping the head of Blasier and slamming the former WWA Champion head first into the canvas with a DDT.]

Merchant – Blasier’s taken on everyone in the WWA and beaten them. Christian Light, John Henry, Shane Steele. Jordon’s not in there ball park.

[Jordon rolls back to his feet pulling Blasier up with him, Jordon looks set for a suplex, but Blasier fires off a couple of punches to the breadbasket with his to escape, Blasier with a European uppercut has Jordon on the back foot finally.]

Merchant – Smart escape by Blasier there.

[Blasier quickly boots Jordon in the gut and looks for a Brainbuster but Jordon reacts quickly wrapping his hands around the waist of Blasier lifting Blasier up and driving him backwards against the turnbuckle.]

Clouds – Almost a sixth sense of self preservation by The Colt there.

[Jordon about ready to start chopping away at the chest of Blasier when he is on the wrong end of a thumb to the eye.]

Clouds – Maybe as you claim but it took a shortcut by Blasier right there to get himself into this match.

Merchant – He’s just wrestling smart

[Blasier quickly fires off several shots to the jaw of Jordon, Jordon is backed up a kick to the gut stoops Jordon over, Blasier backs into the ropes for momentum before charging forward and taking Jordon down with a running clothesline.]

Clouds – Ryan Blasier certainly the undoubted top guy in the WWA for 2006 will he have things all his own way in 2007?

[Blasier stomps Jordon in the chest before reaching down and pulling Jordon back to his feet, Blasier wraps his arms around the waist of Jordon and lifts ‘The Colt’ before planting Jordon with a Wheelbarrow face plant.]

Merchant – Certainly things are going his way right now.

[Rolling to his feet quicker Blasier waits for Jordon to be on all fours before stomping him in the back of the head sending Jordon back down, as Jordon tries to get back to his feet again, Blasier stomps him in the back of the head again before booting Jordon hard in the ribs.]

Clouds – Ryan Blasier blames Lemual Jordon for the end of his title reign when Christian Light pinned Bryan Smith on OCW Stampede.

Merchant – And for that reason Ryan Blasier loathes Lemual Jordon.

[Jordon rolls over and starts to get back to his feet but Blasier backs into the ropes and charges forward with a dropkick to the back of Jordon’s head.]

Clouds – Certainly Jordon played his part in that match but it was divine retribution to my mind.

[Blasier now in control pulls Jordon back to his feet and hits a side Russian leg sweep.]

Merchant – What? Jordon had no place getting involved in that match.

[The man from Detroit rolls over on top of Jordon and lands some mounted punches to the face of Jordon, Blasier then chokes Jordon for the duration of a count to five by the referee.]

Clouds – Choke by Blasier broken by the referee. Ryan Blasier had no place eliminating Jordon from the Battle Royal earlier that night. He came down just as Blasier was about to brandish that damn Titanium Knee Brace.

[Jordon is pulled back to his feet by Blasier before being on the wrong end of an Inverted atomic drop into leaping hangman's neck breaker.]

Merchant – Only one man to blame for that and it’s ‘The Nightbringer’ Ryan Corey.

[Blasier makes the cover.]

Clouds – Blasier makes the cover.

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Jordon kicks out on 2.]

Clouds – Not enough to put The Colt away. And that knee brace is a prime example of the twisted paranoid mind of Blasier.

[Blasier rolls back to his feet and stomps Jordon several times, Jordon is pulled back to his feet by Blasier and whipped to the turnbuckle, Blasier follows in with a boot to the gut, then drives two hard knees into the breadbasket of The Colt.]

Merchant – Hard shots by Blasier. But how long could Blasier have been Champion if only Corey hadn’t sanctioned that knee brace be legal during Dark Wolfs match against Blasier prior to Blasier becoming the Champion?

[Blasier backs up just a little before coming charging in with a Yakuza kick, that catches Jordon in the jaw, Jordon slumps down to the matt perched against the turnbuckle still.]

Clouds – And it started when NRC himself got clunked with it during a title match in OCW and ever since Blasier’s used that damn brace to help him defeat folks.

[Smirking Blasier backs off, he raises his fists cockily and gets jeers from the on fans in the Compaq centre.]

Merchant – Blasier knows he has Jordon where he wants him right now.

[Blasier moves cat like quick, a baseball slide dropkick to the crotch of the prone, slumped Jordon. The Colt curls up instinctively, Blasier ignores the admonishment of the referee as the former WWA Champ pulls himself to his feet using the ring ropes.]

Clouds – Come on now referee that could there be a more blatant low blow?

Merchant –

[chuckling] I guess Jordon won’t be chasing any ass tonight!

[Jordon rolling around the floor in agony allows Blasier to make his way to the top rope.]

Clouds – Blasier going to the top rope, looking to finish this match

[As Jordon struggles back to his feet Blasier is ready and waiting to land a picture perfect Missile Dropkick, Jordon goes down, Blasier crawls over, turning Jordon over into a covering position and hooks the leg.]

Merchant – That dropkick landed right on the money, this could be all.

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Jordon rolls a shoulder off the canvas just before the count of three.]

Clouds – NO! Jordon stays in the match.

[With an annoyed expression on his face Blasier rolls back to his feet and stomps Jordon several times, before landing a Standing Moonsault on the chest of Jordon and making the cover again.]

Merchant – Another cover.

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Jordon kicks out on two and a quarter, Blasier aggrieved gets back to his feet and pulls Jordon back up. Blasier with an Irish whip… no it’s reversed by Jordon and its Blasier that connects with the turnbuckle, Jordon on the charge follows in but Blasier gets an elbow up into the face of Jordon who’s staggered backwards.]

Clouds – Blasier had that one scouted.

Merchant – Such a skilled man is Blasier and so methodical in his preparation I guess he knows what Jordon is going to do even before The Colt does.

[Blasier quickly pulls himself up to the top middle turnbuckle and leaps off with a flying forearm that takes Jordon down.]

Clouds – Jordon certainly had the advantage in the early stages of this match but it’s been all Blasier since then.

[Blasier quickly covers Jordon again, this time hooking both legs.]

Merchant – It’s over.

[..1..]

[..2..]

[But it still isn’t enough as Jordon kicks out before the referee’s hand struck the canvas the third time.]

Clouds – Jordon is certainly a resilient competitor as well as a great athlete.

[Blasier gets back to his feet and pulls Jordon with him, Blasier lands a couple of right hands before Jordon blocks one, fires back one of his own, then another, than another just as the crowd are sensing a comeback Blasier boots Jordon in the gut and fluidly takes him down with a DDT.]

Merchant – What about Blasier’s resilience? He was WWA Champion for a record breaking reign.

[Blasier scuttles quickly to the middle rope, Jordon prone on the matt.]

Clouds – When did I say Blasier wasn’t resilient

[Blasier leaps… …lands with a middle rope elbow drop to the sternum.]

Merchant – Nice elbow drop, driving the air out of the lung of Lemual Jordon.

[Looking to finish the match Blasier covers.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Jordon kicks out on two and two thirds.]

Clouds – Jordon kicks out again and it certainly seems to be annoying Blasier that he hasn’t as yet been able to put The Colt down for the count.

[Blasier frustrated pulls Jordon back to his feet with one hand on the back of the Colts neck, another gripping the belt of his trunks Blasier maneuvers Jordon towards the turnbuckle, Blasier looks to slam Jordon’s head into the turnbuckle but The Colt blocks it.]

Merchant – That just means that Jordon’s in for a bigger beating long term, frustrating Blasier is not what a man should do. The former OCW & WWA Champion is in the business of inflicting as much pain and humiliation as possible on his opponents.

[Blasier tries again, but Jordon’s arms are rigidly clamped on the ropes, Jordon fires of an elbow to the kisser of Blasier and grabbing the stunned Blasier Jordon slams the former World Champions head into the to turnbuckle.]

Clouds – Jordon blocks that attempt and slams Blasier’s head into the turnbuckle.

[Blasier staggers towards the centre of the ring, quickly Jordon grabs Blasier and hits a belly to back suplex.]

Merchant – You cry on about Blasier taking short cuts, what about that?

[Jordon rolls back to his feet, drawing Blasier with him, Jordon scoops Blasier up and hits a backbreaker, without releasing and then returning to his feet Jordon sends Blasier scooting across the ring with a fall away slam.]

Clouds – Nice combination by Jordon right there.

[Jordon back up quickly stomps Blasier a couple of times, before Blasier is pulled back to his feet by The Colt. Irish Whip sends Blasier to the ropes, the former Word Champion rebounds into a Jordon dropkick.]

Merchant – Never going to be enough

[Jordon makes the cover.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Blasier kicks out on two a couple of eighths.]

Clouds – Maybe not, but you never know in this game.

[Jordon rolls back to his feet pulling Blasier up with him, a DDT by Jordon takes Blasier back down. Jordon is quickly up on his feet, and charges to the ropes and drops a knee over the face of Blasier.]

Merchant – Jordon just doesn’t have enough in his arsenal to defeat Blasier, he’s a decent athlete but any lug can send a man down with a shoulder block. It takes more than Jordon has to defeat a guy like Blasier.

[Jordon rolls back up stomps Blasier a couple of times before hauling Blasier back up, Scoop Slam by Jordon is quickly followed by an Elbow Drop to the chest.]

Clouds – Well we shall see certainly the youngster from Indianapolis doesn’t fall short on heart and work rate.

[Jordon gets back to his feet, the crowd beginning to believe that the Colt can beat his opponent despite the ‘Any Means Necessary’ theology of Blasier. Jordon pulls Blasier back to his feet whips Blasier to the ropes, Blasier rebounds into an Inverted front powerslam that brings the crowd to their feet.]

Merchant – Ugly but effective move.

[Jordon makes the cover.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Blasier kicks out the very moment the referee’s hand struck the canvas the third time, Jordon looks to the referee who signals only a count of two. Jordon visibly slumps in the kneeling position before taking a deep breath.]

Merchant – You see Jordon’s hit Blasier with everything he’s got and it’s not enough.

[Jordon pulls Blasier back to his feet and hits a rolling release suplex, before getting back to his feet and scaling a turnbuckle.]

Clouds – Very unusual to see Jordon take to the air, but he’s taking a chance to try and win this match. It’s what he’s got to do.

[Jordon leaps looking for a top rope elbow drop.. ..But Blasier rolls out the way at the last moment.]

Merchant – and the risk didn’t pay off, Blasier played possum perfectly.

[Both men struggle to get back to their feet, Blasier using the ropes to get back to his feet is the first man back to his vertical base. Jordon a moment later pushes himself up.]

Clouds – Both men are now starting to feel the effects of this match.

Merchant – And I’m off the opinion that it’s Blasier who has n=more in the locker.

[Blasier fires off a couple of right closed fists, before Jordon blocks one and comes back with several forearms of his own. Blasier is staggered backwards, against the turnbuckle, Jordon switches attack and stings the chest of Blasier with several chops.]

Clouds – But there is only one winner in a brawl and that’s not Blasier.

[Jordon with an Irish whip, shoots Blasier to the ropes, Blasier tough grabs the top rope and doesn’t rebound as Jordon had hoped. Jordon charges in looking for a clothesline but Blasier drops to the mat pulling the top ring rope down and sending Jordon sprawling over the top rope to the floor.]

Merchant – But it’s Blasier who’s wrestling the smarter.

[Blasier smiles demonically as he looks at the heap on the arena floor that is Lemual Jordon.]

Clouds – Look at the demonic look on the pecker of the former World Champion.

[Blasier slides out the ring, grabs Jordon and pulls the Colt back to his feet. Blasier slams Jordon’s head off the apron, then the ringside barrier.]

Merchant – When metal meets skull, there is only one winner, and it’s not bone.

[Jordon is then the wrong end of a DDT.]

Clouds – DDT on the floor by Blasier, who’s taking this opportunity that’s presented itself thanks to a rush of blood to the head by Jordon.

[Blasier rolls back to his feet and stomps Jordon several times before pulling Jordon back to his feet and rolling The Colt into the ring. Blasier follows Jordon back into the squared circle and makes the cover.]

Merchant – It’s over.

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Jordon jerks a shoulder off the mat just before the count of three by the referee. Blasier gets back to his feet and argues with the referee.]

Clouds – Jordon just, just about kicks out, but it’s not looking good for the young man from Indianapolis.

[Blasier’s verbal tirade at the referee continues.]

Merchant – Certainly isn’t, Blasier clearly not happy with that count right there.

[Jordon begins to pull himself back to his feet using the ring ropes.]

Clouds – I’ve never seen a referee reverse a decision after hearing the opinion of a whining wrestler in all my career.

[Blasier finally relents with his opinion that the referee cant count, turns and is on the wrong end of a Football tackle to the knee’s by Jordon that brings a pop from the fans.]

Clouds – Taking your mind off an opponent never serves a fellow well, Blasier should know better than that.

[Jordon back to his feet brings Blasier back up before hitting a Backdrop driver. The Colt quickly back up stomps Blasier a couple of times.]

Merchant – Perhaps not but I don’t see Jordon having either the mental strength or the offense to claim the win here.

[Blasier is pulled back to his feet by Jordon, before the former World Champion is whipped to the ropes, Blasier rebounds into a Flying Shoulder Block. With the crowd fully behind The Colt he raises his hands as he gets back to his feet. Blasier looks up at Jordon, and quickly rolls beneath the bottom rope to the outside.]

Clouds – I’m not sure Blasier agrees entirely with your opinion since he’s looking for a time out here.

Merchant – Wrestling smart I told you, that’s what he does.

[Jordon calls Blasier back into the ring, as the referee starts to count Blasier out. Blasier waves a defiant hand at the referee.]

Clouds – Well all that plodding around the outside will get Blasier is a time out loss.

[With the referee counting Blasier grabs the ring ropes and pulls himself up onto the apron, but as soon as Jordon approaches Blasier drops back to the floor.]

Merchant – Well Jordon needs to allow Blasier back into the ring if he wants him back in. And its clear Blasier wants to get back in, if Jordon will let him.

[Blasier continues to circle the ring, Jordon complains to the referee.]

Clouds – I’m not so sure about that.

[The referee shrugs Jordon off and approaches the ropes to speak to Blasier.]

Merchant – Jordon whining the referee like a footballer player would.

[Jordon scales the turnbuckle as Blasier and the referee continue to argue.]

Clouds – Blasier won’t see eye to eye with the referee, Jordon taking matters into his own hands.

[From the top Jordon leaps, and an ax handle smash to the top of Blasier’s head sends the former WWA Champion rolling to the floor.]

Merchant – Jordon taking risks again, this one paid off but it won’t always.

[Jordon stomps Blasier several times before pulling Blasier back up, Jordon sets himself for a suplex, but Blasier blocks in, Jordon heaves again but the man from Detroit blocks it again.]

Clouds – Jordon trying to suplex Blasier but the former world champion doing a good job of blocking it.

[Blasier finally reverses suplexing Jordon, the man from Indianapolis’s left knee clangs off the steels steps as the descent from the suplex, there is an intake of breath from the ringside fans.]

Merchant – Knee meets steel in a bad, bas way.

[Jordon clutches his knee as a groggy Blasier returns to his feet, Blasier smirks and has a glint in his eye as he approaches Jordon and stomps the left knee of The Colt.]

Clouds – I’m not sure Blasier meant that to happen, maybe he did I’m not sure, but he certainly won’t by shy of going after that injury right there.

[Blasier pulls Jordon back up and rolls him into the ring, following The Colt in.]

Merchant – Wrestling Smart, that’s my boy from Detroit.

[Blasier places the foot of Jordon on the bottom rope and with a couple of top rope assisted butt drops to the left knee furthers the anguished painful expression Jordon wears.]

Clouds – Lemual Jordon in this match until Blasier is able to apply a submission hold on that injured left knee or until Jordon can get some time to shake off the injury.

[Blasier with the one leg of Jordon in hand begins to pull his opponent to the middle of the ring before dropping an elbow to the knee of Jordon and wrapping the left leg of The Colt around his torso.]

Merchant – Hyper extending the ligaments in the joint of Jordon now.

[Jordon clawing at Blasier manages to escape the hold but Blasier is back to his feet quickly and still in control of Jordon’s left foot.]

Clouds – But Jordon finds a way out.

Merchant – Only a matter of time right now, the shark has sniffed the blood in the water.

[Blasier turns Jordon over, onto his stomach, elevates and slams the injured knee of The Colt into the matt several times, before twisting Jordon back onto his back. Blasier executes a low Enzuigiri on the knee.]

Clouds – I fear you could be right, nice variation on a move right there by Blasier.

[Blasier rolls Jordon back to his feet and looks for an Irish whip but Jordon reverses it shooting Blasier to the ropes, Blasier rebounds and hits a low drop kick on the left knee of Jordon, toppling the Colt.]

Merchant – Jordon saw a sniff of a chance there with that whip reversal but Blasier was quick to end that false dawn.

[Blasier pulls Jordon back to his feet again and hits a belly to belly kneebreaker, Jordon manages to stay on his feet clasping his knee, but Blasier takes away the standing right left of Jordon with a kick.]

Clouds – Blasier has the tools to pick apart a knee that’s for sure, we’ve seen him do that before.

[Blasier clamps the left knee of Jordon to the canvas and drives a knee into joint of Jordon’s left leg. Back to his feet still in gripping Jordon’s left boot Blasier attempts to apply a figure four leg lock.]

Merchant – The fat lady is about to start hollering.

[Jordon fights it throwing wild punches as Blasier but the former World Champion is smartly keeping his distance.]

Clouds – Seemingly no way out for Jordon here.

Merchant – I told you all along.

[Jordon relents with the sprawling fists, lies back and kicks furiously with his right leg, Blasier is unable to maintain his grip of the limb and catches a boot to the chin that staggers him away Jordon clasping his jaw.]

Clouds – Jordon desperately kicking those strong legs of his catches a break as he caught Blasier in the chin.

Merchant – Desperate move by a desperate Pony.

[Jordon from a squat position explodes with a spear that takes the stunned Blasier off his feet that brings a huge pop from the ringside plenty.]

Clouds - Blasier could have internal bleeding after that big shoulder right there was driven into his gut with no little force.

[Jordon with several mounted forearms continues his attack, but as soon as Jordon gets back to his feet it’s clear he’s struggling to put any weight on his left leg, Blasier slowly gets back to his feet and is grabbed by Jordon and whipped to the ropes.]

Merchant – Jordon clearly unable to put a great deal of weight on his left leg.

[Blasier rebounds, Jordon swings with a lariat but Blasier ducks, hits the brakes, turns and takes Jordon down with a chop block.]

Clouds – And Blasier goes back to that injured knee again.

Merchant – Telegraphed move by Jordon, Blasier had it scouted and I’ll say it again, the man wrestles smart.

[Crawling to the ropes Blasier is struggling for breath, sucking in air on the floor Jordon is struggling not only with his knee.]

Clouds – But both men are in trouble here, this quick paced intense battle scarred both men.

[Blasier pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes, Jordon groggily rolls back to his feet. Blasier makes his way towards Jordon looks to land a closed fist right but Jordon blocks it grabs Blasier by the shoulders and rolls backwards placing a foot on Blasier’s groin and takes the former World Champion over with a Tomoe Nage, Judo throw.]

Merchant – We all know where he learned that!

Clouds – That’s one of the throws from Judo that Jordon’s former lover, the OCW Women’s Champion Grace Barrett uses to great affect.

[Amongst the massed ranks of fans in the crowd the OCW Women’s Champion Grace Barrett is found, she shakes her head and wears a rueful expression.]

Merchant - Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, he wants back in Grace’s pants and he’s not getting there.

[In the ring Jordon stands holding the ropes for balance stamps his left foot on the matt several times before rubbing is between his palms, Blasier is struggling to regain his feet.]

Clouds – Jordon anxiously trying to get some movement out of that injured knee, we can only speculate as to what the extent of his injuries are. But I’ll tell you the pain right now is being numbed by adrenaline, later tonight when the hormone isn’t pumping through his blood stream, it’ll hurt a whole load more.

[Moving towards his opponent Jordon is limping on his left leg but not as bad as he was, as Blasier gets back to his feet Jordon connects with several forearms before firing Blasier to the ropes, Blasier rebounds into shoulder block and goes down. Jordon pulls Blasier up elevates his opponent in an Argentine backbreaker rack position before dropping to his knee’s flexing the Blasier’s back, the former World Champion slumps to the matt as Jordon releases following the drop.]

Merchant – Another desperate move, dropping to that knee with Blasier’s weight on his back not smart Pony.

[Blasier is pulled back to his feet again, lifted and slammed on the canvas with a powerslam that causes an almighty cheer from the ringside fans.]

Clouds – Powerslam! By Jordon could that be all?

[Jordon covers.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[Blasier gets a foot on the ropes just before the count of three.]

Merchant – Blasier got a foot on the ropes!

[A rueful Jordon glares at the referee who shows him the politely version of two raised fingers.]

Clouds – Jordon needs to stay focused as great an Athlete Lemual is, he needs to finish this match now considering that injury.

[Jordon tugs Blasier back to his feet and whips him violently against the turnbuckle, Jordon charges to the far ropes and then back towards Blasier, as Jordon leaps for a corner avalanche Blasier drags the referee in between himself and Jordon.]

Merchant – Referee Sandwich, Jordon just attacked the referee.

Clouds – He did no such thing, Blasier clearly pulled the referee in between himself and the on rushing Jordon.

Merchant – Jordon’s guilty and he knows it.

[The referee is down with Jordon in attendance]

Clouds – Jordon just checking on the referee as anyone would do.

[Blasier from behind nails Jordon with a low blow.]

Merchant – When the cat is away the mice will play.

Clouds – Blasier with a cheap shot, while the referee was out.

[Jordon reeling from the low blow staggers helplessly into a Tornado DDT.]

Merchant - My Time, My Time by Blasier it’s over get another official down here, stick a fork in Jordon he’s done.

[Blasier starts frantically waving at the ramp.]

Clouds – Blasier seemingly calling for another official here.

[From the back emerges Toussaint Jordon, with a titanium knee brace in hand, the fans gasp.]

Merchant – I don’t think so somehow, it’s time for Toussaint to step out of the shadow.

Clouds – No don’t do this Toussaint, Blasier is using you for his own damn ends.

[As Toussaint slides into the ring Blasier, points to Lemual Jordon, motioning with an axe like swing.]

Merchant – Blasier showing Toussaint exactly what is needed to step out of the shadow, to be the big man in the Jordon household.

Clouds – Toussaint isn’t in Lemual’s shadow, the kids not a wrestler, he’s a college kid with a fine track & field career ahead of him.

[Slowly The Colt stirs back to consciousness and frowns as he sees Toussaint Jordon standing over him.]

Merchant – Imagine what Jordon is thinking now, damn he’s gonna beat me silly for all the times I bullied him as a kid, for all the times I beat him at sports just because I was bigger, stronger and older.

Clouds – You talk drivel.

[Blasier again motions for Toussaint to slam the titanium knee brace into his brothers skull. Lemual Jordon shakes his head wearily begging his younger sibling to not listen to Blasier.]

Merchant – Toussaint about to return with interest all the pain Lemual has subjected him to.

Clouds – I don’t where you get your information but as far as I know Lemual’s been nothing but an exemplary big brother to Toussaint.

Merchant – Here is comes..

[Toussaint Jordon swings the knee brace..

[..but the arc of the swings veers away from Lemual Jordon and catches Ryan Blasier on the chin.]

Clouds – He did it, Toussaint Jordon saw the light and Blasier pays heavily.

Merchant – No, no, no! Where’s the referee? DQ Jordon, this isn’t right.

Clouds – I’d call it justice, since Blasier is the reason the referee is on the canvas unconscious.

[With the fans popping wildly Lemual Jordon explodes with jumping shoulder block on a rubber legged Blasier, Toussaint Jordon revives the referee.]

Clouds – That’s it, it’s over now surely.

[Jordon covers.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..3..]

*Ding, Ding*

Merchant – I don’t believe this, Blasier gets screwed by this kid, Jordon wins?

Clouds – Seeing is believing after all the pain Blasier inflicted on others, using their families against them. Shane Steele, Christian Light his little plan to get inside the head of Lemual Jordon using his kid brother backfires.

Merchant – It’s a tragedy that’s what it is.

[With the aid of the referee and his younger brother Lemual Jordon gets to his feet and has his arm raised in victory.]

Clouds – There’s your winner, Tim, standing tall in the ring and he did it without all the subterfuge Blasier so often relies upon.

Merchant – Jordon’s a tremendous athlete I’ll give him that.

Clouds – And he’s a damn fine competitor too.

Merchant – Can’t take it away from him.

Clouds – We only have to hope that the injured knee of Jordon isn’t a long term and he’ll be back on OCW Stampede shortly.

[Slowly the two brothers exit the ring, Lemual Jordon tentative on his left leg, Toussaint Jordon wraps the left arm of his brother around his shoulder and assists Lemual Jordon up the ramp as the fans continue to cheer.]

Merchant – But what about Blasier, that shot to the jaw by the titanium knee brace what could that do long term?

Clouds – I’m no doctor, so I couldn’t tell you, but boxers takes hits to the jaw that aren’t as hard as that swing and suffer concussions, all sort. We just have to hope that both men are back in action shortly, after one hell of a match.

[In the ring Blasier is yet to stir as EMT’s slide in to attend to him.]

Merchant – And there’s still more to come!

(As the camera goes backstage, Michael Morrison is once again shown walking down a corridor. He has had a pretty good night up to this point, having a positive meeting with AWA President Charles Adams, and also talking things over with BACW superstar, and WWA Extreme Champion, Lee Riel. He had watched a couple matches from a television monitor, but was in the mood to walk around and mingle.)

(Michael looked around, as he was walking, when a serious look came across his face. As the camera pans around, there stands the WWA World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Light. It wasn't too long ago that these two hated each other, so there would be reason for the intensity in the air, but Morrison flashes a smile.)

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Hey Champ, how's it going?

[Light, skeptical of the greeting, raises an eyebrow.]

Christian Light: Not bad. Yourself?

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: I'm doing well. You ready for your big match tonight with Riel and the others?

Christian Light: Yeah, about as ready as I get. I'm sure Riel must not be happy to see you after what happened at Final Countdown.

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Yeah, we ran into one another a little while ago. We're cool. Look, I know we've had some interesting encounters since we both arrived in AWA but I wanted to thank you for helping me see what a prick I had become. I can't believe I let my ego get that out of control and I'm determined to make 2007 a good year. You have proved that talent, and not ego, is what it takes to get the job done around here

[Light blinks twice, stunned by what he's hearing.]

Christian Light: You're welcome, Michael. I didn't really do much, though. That seems to have been something that you've done on your own.

[Light extends his right hand for a handshake.]

Light: A new start?

[Michael returns the favor and shakes the hand of Light.]

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Yeah, a new start. Good luck tonight.

[Light smiles, half-happy he didn't get sucker punched, half-happy he made a difference in someone's life.]

Christian Light: Thanks, man. See you around.

[The two walk off in opposite directions and Michael takes a deep breath. He wondered how that first encounter with Light would go, after Final Countdown, and he’s glad they were able to come to an understanding. He was having a good time, talking with people at Shockwave, but a thought suddenly came across his mind. Wouldn’t it be a lot better to be participating instead of talking? That idea appealed to him and made him realize that he was going to work hard, and do whatever it took, to get there.]

[Deserati waits around a corner holding a bag.]

DESERATI: "Alright. Now that I got these bad boys all good and working. The Diablo-killer2000 and Mandrake-Man-slaughter Technique. John's really going to like this, he needs a new weapon to fight injustice with because a sledgehammer just won't cut it against today's villains."

[Deserati pauses.]

DESERATI: "Maybe I should test this out first..."

[He scratches his chin, a door opens and all of a sudden Jake Devins -- Deserati's current nemesis walks out. Deserati's face brightens up considerably.]

DESERATI: (whispering) "sweet...a perfect test subject..."

[Devins goes over to a nearby water fountain, securing himself a nice and refreshing drink of water of course. His match with Zahn has been over and Deserati's six-man match has been over as well. Deserati jumps out from around the corner as Devins finished.]

DESERATI: "Evil doer beware!"

[Devins just raises an eyebrow.]

DEVINS: "Uhm..?"

[Deserati is fast in action and in one motion pulls out the Diablo-killer2000 a weapon that is a cross between a super soaker, nerf gun, and a bazooka.]

DESERATI: "HAHA-victory is mine!"

[Deserati fires and in rapid succession Jake Devins is pelted by Twinkies. Over and over again, he seems to be unphased by the attack as Deserati unleashes a barrage. Once he lets up on the attack of the firing.]

DESERATI: "Had enough? No? Mandrake-MAN-SLAUGHTER ATTACK!"

[Deserati poses.

Pauses.

Then he pulls on a string and from above Devins a single Twinkie plops down and hits him on the head.]

DESERATI: "How 'bout now?!"

DEVINS: "With Twinkies...really? That's supposed to beat me up Bil-"

[Is all Devins manages to get out before he's buried under an avalanche of Twinkies. Deserati, happy with the outcome examines the pile shouting to it.]

DESERATI: "You just been Twinkied SON! The Mandrake Manslaughter attack is PERFECT!"

[We jump backstage now, and if you didn't know anything about either Christian Light or Thomas Bane, you wouldn't have any idea that the two were mere hours, maybe even minutes away from going to war in one of the most unforgiving structures in wrestling history.]

[Because they sit there, huddled around a small closed-circuit television set, each dressed in their wrestling gear and each holding a half-full bottle of water, and they talk like old pals watching at home on pay per view.]

Light: See, now that was a classic showdown. Ryan Blasier, a skilled technician, coming up against the raw talent of Lemual Jordon.

Bane: Yeah, it was quite entertaining, but I find it hard to enjoy anything Blasier does. I just don't like the guy.

Light: I know, but you have to respect the ability, and I'm a huge fan of Jordon on top of it all. He's got the right attitude about life in general, you know?

Bane: Yeah he does. He carried himself well as the OCW Texas Heritage Champion. I will always respect him for looking out for my two Hawaiian buddies. He went out of his way to make sure the Outlaws didn't harm them.

Light: Yeah, he's got a good heart.

[Beat.]

Light: So, you ready?

Bane: As ready as I'll ever be. I’m always nervous in big matches, but the feeling fades once the first punch lands. However, I'm not looking forward to all the giants in this match, but I think I got down some of their bad habits. Even yours.

[Bane smiles jokingly.]

Bane: You ready?

[Light smiles right back, sensing the light joking atmosphere.]

Light: About as much as I'll ever be. Physically, I'm in pretty good shape considering what happened in Ireland. Mentally, I think I'm locked on. Trust me, as much as you're not looking forward to the giants, I'm not looking forward to chasing you track stars all around the chamber. Should be a trip, though. I've never been in this kind of match before, you know? It's all very new to me, very exciting...and kinda dangerous.

Bane: Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been in standard matches most of my short career. I don't know what to expect in the chamber, but it'll definitely keep me on my toes.

[Riel comes up behind the two chatting stars, interjecting himself into their conversation.]

Riel: So you two are at it again I see, chit chatting, laughing. Having a big haha at the expense of all the guys you're gonna take out with your little alliance. Inferno, Smith, Curtis they're done for because they don't see it coming but me...

[Lee pauses.]

Riel: I'm on to you.

Bane: It's not like that, Lee.

Riel: Maybe I'm wrong but if I'm not and I go on your word then I don't stand a chance.

Light: I don't think the winner of the Grinder is giving himself enough credit, Lee. I think your chances are as good as any one of us out there.

Riel: Oh I like my chances just fine, champ. That's if I walk in seeing clearly, knowing what I'm walking into. And in my opinion, right or wrong as it may be, you and Bane are on the same wave length and from the little attack they pulled on the two of you, I'd say the same goes for Smith and Curtis. I gotta look out for mine and expect the worse and I expect that I'm walking in alone against two alliances, like it or don't like it, if I'm wrong, prove it.

Light: Okay, I understand that, but then, let me play devil's advocate for a second here. Can we say that you and Inferno are also on the same side and that you're just keeping quiet about the whole thing? I mean, I'm all for being careful, and if that's how you wanna approach this match, then that's your prerogative. The truth will come out, one way or another.

Riel: You can assume that yeah, if you want, if I am we'll find out soon won't we. Good luck out there boys.

Bane: Same to you, Lee.

Light: Yeah, man, take care. See you in a few.

[Riel turns and walks off. Light and Bane wait for him to walk out of sight, then wait a couple more seconds after that before Light leans towards Bane's ear.]

Light [low]: A little paranoid, no?

[Bane nods his agreement as we cut back to ringside.]

[This match started off as any match would between two colossal titans who have been after each other for the better half of two months.]

[Violently.]

[After the first flurry of punches were thrown, Henry gained an early advantage with a quick headbutt, and an Irish whip which turned into a lariat that floored Mandrake. Mandrake grinned as he got back up and speared Henry to the ground. The two rolled around in another flurry of punches before Mandrake eye raked Henry to get the advantage back.]

[These two would duel back and forth into the late match, where they both became visibly tired, but unwilling to give up. Mandrake nearly sealed the match with a Killing Fields that he sprung out of nowhere, but Henry just barely kicked out. Clearly frustrated, Mandrake picked John back up and whipped him into the ropes. Henry reversed though and bounced Victor off the ropes. Mandrake ran back full force into The Sledgehammer. Henry rolled up Mandrake for the count, but he kicked out at 2.9 seconds.]

[After a few more high powered moves from both individuals, Henry nailed Mandrake with a running shoulder tackle, then executed The Railsplitter, which finally put the three-time former World Champion down for the three.]

(As the camera goes backstage, Michael Morrison is once again shown walking down a corridor. He has had a pretty good night up to this point, having a positive meeting with AWA President Charles Adams, and also talking things over with BACW superstar, and WWA Extreme Champion, Lee Riel. He had watched a couple matches from a television monitor, but was in the mood to walk around and mingle.)

(Michael looked around, as he was walking, when a serious look came across his face. As the camera pans around, there stands the WWA World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Light. It wasn't too long ago that these two hated each other, so there would be reason for the intensity in the air, but Morrison flashes a smile.)

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Hey Champ, how's it going?

[Light, skeptical of the greeting, raises an eyebrow.]

Christian Light: Not bad. Yourself?

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: I'm doing well. You ready for your big match tonight with Riel and the others?

Christian Light: Yeah, about as ready as I get. I'm sure Riel must not be happy to see you after what happened at Final Countdown.

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Yeah, we ran into one another a little while ago. We're cool. Look, I know we've had some interesting encounters since we both arrived in AWA but I wanted to thank you for helping me see what a prick I had become. I can't believe I let my ego get that out of control and I'm determined to make 2007 a good year. You have proved that talent, and not ego, is what it takes to get the job done around here

[Light blinks twice, stunned by what he's hearing.]

Christian Light: You're welcome, Michael. I didn't really do much, though. That seems to have been something that you've done on your own.

[Light extends his right hand for a handshake.]

Light: A new start?

[Michael returns the favor and shakes the hand of Light.]

“Greatness” Michael Morrison: Yeah, a new start. Good luck tonight.

[Light smiles, half-happy he didn't get sucker punched, half-happy he made a difference in someone's life.]

Christian Light: Thanks, man. See you around.

[The two walk off in opposite directions and Michael takes a deep breath. He wondered how that first encounter with Light would go, after Final Countdown, and he’s glad they were able to come to an understanding. He was having a good time, talking with people at Shockwave, but a thought suddenly came across his mind. Wouldn’t it be a lot better to be participating instead of talking? That idea appealed to him and made him realize that he was going to work hard, and do whatever it took, to get there.]

Missy Lopez: Hi. I'd like to introduce to you one of the man that will be part of the elimination chamber match at the end of this evening. He is none other then Inferno.

[The camera pans to show Inferno, his wife Chloe and his friend Martin.]

Missy Lopez: How are you doing Inferno?

Inferno: Very good in fact. I've never been in such shape!

Missy Lopez: You indeed look good and happy. We all know that for the past 8 months, you've been fighting against some kind of coma.

Inferno: Your right, but I'm definitely through with this, but the best thing in all that is that I've found my wife back. This is the happiest thing that could've happened to me.

Missy Lopez: That's great. Now, first question, since summer games 7, you've been some kind of a rising star around the WWA. People started noticing you, you've had a WWA Extreme and World title match in the best three month. You had the chance to be the AWA heavyweight world champion not so long ago and tonight, you have another chance at the big gold. How did you react when all of this happened so suddenly?

Inferno: Seriously, it's a major accomplishment in my career. I may have lost every of those event you just named, but the fact of having the chance to prove myself and being part of matches with the big names of the WWA as a whole, I'm really honored about it and once again, tonight I'm facing five other man for the WWA world title and I'll do everything I can to look great in that match. I probably won't win, after all, I’m still the underdog in this story, but the WWA audience will remember who Inferno is after tonight, I can assure you that.

Missy Lopez: Talking of those five other man, what do you think of them?

Inferno: Daemon Curtis is the only guy I don't know. Them we have our WWA World champion, Christian Light, a guy that just got in the AWA train. I'm actually quite proud that he is the guy that represents the AWA in the whole alliance. With him in the match, I can assure you, tonight, the title won't get in the hands of another region. As for the three others, they are people I've faced at least once before. Bryan Smith...well...he's Bryan Smith. Lee Riel is one good athlete that I've faced twice for the Extreme title he is not new ground to me. I know what to expect from that guy. Then we have Thomas Bane, one of the guys I've faced at Summer Games. Frankly, I have nothing against any of those guys. I just can't wait to be stuck in that chamber and to give all I got to give everyone a damn good show.

Missy Lopez: Well I wish you the best of luck for your match tonight.

Inferno: Thanks!

[Cut.]

[Thomas left the company of Christian Light to make his final preparations for his World Title match. He opens the door and slips into his dark unoccupied locker room. As his fingers move to unbutton his aloha shirt, his eyes catch glimpse of a crumpled piece of paper on the table. It didn’t take long for curiosity to get the best of Bane, as he holds the note up in the light.]

"Watch your back.”
- Woods.

[A frown formulates upon his face before he decides it’d be best to spin around. He comes face to face with a black man he had never seen before. Tron smiles, showing off his platinum grill.]

Tron: "Got milk, nigga? Inquirin' mindz dyin' to know n' shit."

Bane: “Who’re you?”

[Tron scoffs.]

Tron: “I'm Nigga Claus. Ante up, bitch.. It's Christmas. Where yo stockin' at, nigga?”

Bane: "I took mine down awhile ago."

[Tron yawns.]

Tron: “Whatever. As Tron wuz sayin', Tron has a query fuh the headliner. Iz the headliner istradid?”

[Thomas expression is one of confusion mixed with a bit of irritation.]

Bane: "What is istradid?"

[Tron scoffs.]

Tron: "A projective advernoun, nigga. Is you?"

Bane: "Look, I have a big match coming up for the World title. Ask your question and leave."

[Tron pauses, and delivers.]

Tron: Whut da fuck is Gingavitis? Oneuhda dumb niggas n' Tron'z crew says it'sa plant, and dat shit sounds redundant to dis' nigga.

[Thomas' annoyance fades and is replaced with a hearty chuckle.]

Bane: "I think it has something to do with the gums, but I've never give it much thought before. Why you asking me?"

Tron: “Tron wuz look'n fuh'sumodem groupie bitches, but Tron ain't find none. So, Tron decided to alleviate his mind udda stress of Gingavitis, y'know? You'da first cracka I seen, n' crackaz know da "itis" shit.”

[Thomas glances down at the note in his palm.]

Bane: "For a second I thought you were Woods. You know that guy?"

Tron: “Yussir. That nigga owes Tron money. You try'na fuck him up? Tron's down, nigga.. Les' roll. He hides n' shit, but Tron can smell cracka. Tron'll sniff dat nigga out rule quick."

Bane: "Whoa, I ain't trying to mess with anybody. However, I could use some back up. If you watch my back until the match, I'll help you find some of them groupie women."

[Tron immediately pulls out his strap.]

Tron: “Jus' tell a nigga whur to aim at, dawg.”

[A faint noise comes from outside the locker room. Tron winks at Bane before kicking open the door, revealing a lady walking in high heels.]

Tron: “RIVERSIDE, MUTHAFUCKER!”

[Bane hurriedly runs outside, throwing his arms in the air.]

Bane: “No, Tron, no!”

[The lady breathes a sigh of relief, but is still frightened half to death. Tron sneers at her.]

Tron: “Alright. Enjoy yourself, Bitch. Ya lucked out.”

[Tron puts his hand out in front of the woman.]

Tron: "Oh, by the way n' shit.. Do you like suckin' black dick n' shit?

[The lady runs away, leaving Thomas Bane and Tron in the empty hallway.]

Tron: "Dyke."

[Standing backstage, close to the TTO dressing room is Terry Norris and Bobby Blood. Despite everything that has happened over the past 17 days, they are trying to remain focused. With the appearance of Midas and Porn Star Productions in OCW, it is a miracle that they are focused at all. With Pamela's father Cameron Duke threatening to dismantle the TTO entirely, they are hoping that winning the world tag team titles will ease some of the tension.]

Norris: First things first, Lennox and Rowell. I know you two have been sitting back, and watching everything that has taken place. But let me tell you two something, we aren't going to let it stop us from dethroning you.

Blood: Actually, forget about PSP for a moment here. It was you two jackasses who stuck your noses where they didn't belong. We had the destruction of Thomas Bane and Sherry all mapped out. The trap had been sprung, and all that was left was the execution...

Norris: But no, you two had to come out and play hero, like you were trying to save the cheerleader, or some bullshit like that. Well, all you did was just make our resolve to take away the belts, that much stronger. So tonight, in front of everyone, we are going to get rid of the biggest thorns in our sides.

Blood: Then, after we get rid of you two. There is another small problem to take care of, isn't that right Pamela?

[Pamela steps into the scene, and she leaves little doubt about what is on her mind.]

Pamela: Dallas Dollars, why have you done this to me?. Please tell me what I did to deserve this? what it was, that made you do this to me? These last 17 days have been the absolute worst, and now my daddy is talking about disbanding the TTO? Well, I'm not going to let it happen. The TTO is mine, it always has been, and it always will be. But by the end of tonight, something else is going to belong to me...

[She holds up the broken DVD that was sent to her father. The same DVD that showed Pamela Duke-Jackson and Dallas Dollars in the now famous porn movie entitled Pamela does Dallas.]

Pamela: And that's going to be Porn Star Productions.

[They then walk away, and the scene shifts back to the announcers.]

Merchant: Sean Jackson and crew with some choice words here tonight. What’s he even here for, Mike?

Clouds: I couldn’t tell ya, Tim. He’s probably planning on interfering somehow in the tag team title match to screw Rowell and Lennox over.

Merchant: Speaking of which, isn’t that our next match?

Clouds: It sure is! This is the first of two title matches tonight, and-

[Mike’s suddenly cut off by the entrance music of one “Nightbringer” Ryan Corey, current chairman of the WWA. His long red hair is tied back into a ponytail, and his black suit and red tie neatly hide his muscular near-cruiserweight frame. He gets into the ring, calling for a mic.]

Clouds: Hey look! It’s the head honcho.

Merchant: I wonder what he wants…

Clouds: Well, if you give the man a minute, he might explain.

[Ryan clears his throat.]

NRC: Hello, Houston!

[Pop!]

NRC: I trust you’re all having a good time at Shockwave.

[Another pop.]

NRC: And I also trust that you’re wondering why I’m out here tonight. Well, I’m here to make two announcements. One announcement saddens me, but the other excites me very much. No one likes ending things on a bad note, so I’ll tell you all the bad news first.

[Pause.]

NRC: It is my regret to inform you all that because of circumstances outside of my control that I am no longer able to perform my duties in the running of this alliance.

[For the first time in many years, the Nightbringer received a negative response from the crowd.]

Clouds: WHAT?!?

Merchant: He’s stepping down??

NRC: I know, I know. I love this alliance just as much as you all do, but there comes a time and a place where all things must end. A successor has not been named yet, and the alliance will, for the meantime, be run by the Board of Directors, who will also initiate the search for a new CEO. This may not be the last you see of me, either. Should circumstances permit, I will be back. You can count on that.

[Some cheers came from the crowd on Ryan’s offer of hope.]

NRC: However…

Merchant: Ooo! Here comes the good part!

NRC: As I am still CEO of this company for tonight, I have one last thing I’m going to do to leave my impression on this alliance.

[Pause for dramatic effect.]

Merchant: The suspense is killing me, Mike!

Clouds: Settle down, Timmy.

NRC: But first, I need a little roll call, if you will.

Clouds: A roll call? For what?

[NRC fumbles in his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper with names written on it.]

Merchant: Can you see the names Mike? I’m not one for reading backwards…

Clouds: Just have some patience, he’s about to say.

NRC: Would the following men please join me in the ring:

[Pause.]

NRC: Sean Jackson, Billy Deserati, Michael Morrison, Travis Zahn, Rayne, Sam Horrey, Chris Egerton, Lemual Jordon, Pete Whealdon, and Brian Fisher.

[The crowd cheered and booed for their respective likes and dislikes as the wrestlers emerged. They all gave each other odd glances, not knowing what to expect. As the ten men piled into the ring, Ryan Corey stood in front of them all.]

NRC: Now, I’m sure you’re all very curious as to why I’ve called you out here tonight. Let me preface this by saying that you all are some of the very best that this alliance has to offer. Some of you helped build this place to where it is now, and the rest of you will serve to be its future.

[Pause.]

NRC: This, here tonight, is my thanks to you.

[NRC grinned.]

Clouds: He’s just beaming with excitement.

Merchant: Yeah, but for what?

Clouds: I’m sure that’s exactly what those ten men are wondering as well.

NRC: My gratitude comes in the form of a match, involving the ten of you, right here, right now, in a Battle Royal.

[Crowd pop.]

Clouds: An impromptu Battle Royal?

Merchant: For what reason?

NRC: Now, I know a couple of you have already wrestled tonight, which at first may seem unfair, but I have confidence in you all that you will not only give it your best, but that you will push each and every man standing in this ring to their limit.

[A grin crept back over the face of the Nightbringer.]

NRC: Now the fun part.

Merchant: It isn’t fun already?

NRC: Not only will you be fighting each other, but you all will be fighting for the Double Crown Championship which I have decided to reinstate tonight!!!

[HUGE crowd pop, as all ten men inside the ring look stunned.]

Clouds: OH MY GOD!

Merchant: WHAT?!?

Clouds: This is history in the making folks! We’re about to see an impromptu Battle Royal with the newly reinstated Double Crown Title on the line!!

Merchant: I can’t believe what we’re about to see! This is incredible!

NRC: Referee, hit that bell!

*DING DING DING!*

[Just as fast as the bell sounds, the ring explodes into a fury of fists flying with the crowd still roaring in the background.]

Merchant: It's already broken down!

Clouds: These guys are just throwin' bones at each other on sheer adrenaline. It'll take a few minutes for this to engage into any kind of order!

[Jordan and Morrison, two of the bigger competitors in the match, take advantage of their size and pick on Zahn and Whealdon, respectively. Fisher and Deserati, former rivals in MCW, also pair off, swinging at one another. Jackson and Rayne are literally rolling around on the ground punching each other in the face as Pamela Duke shouts encouragement from ringside. This leaves Horrey and Egerton to duke it out, with Horrey's martial arts skill earning him an advantage over the Emerald Isle Champion.]

Clouds: So, put you on the spot, Tim. Who's gonna win it all?

Merchant: Someone from OCW.

Clouds: Can you narrow it down to, I dunno, one guy?

Merchant: Gun to my head? Sean Jackson. As much as I like Zahn, I think Jackson's experience will help him here. What about you?

[Horrey, Egerton, Fisher, and Deserati stay relatively close to the ring's middle. Rayne and Jackson have rolled over to the left side of the ring and are now on hands and knees, trading punches; Jordon has Zahn in a corner and is throwing shoulders into The Diceman's stomach, and Whealdon, who has turned the advantage on Morrison thanks to an eye poke, is laying in stiff kicks to the ribs of Morrison.]

Clouds: I hope Lemual Jordon wins it, obviously. But I'm not sure...he hasn't shown he can pick up sneak attacks from the blind side yet. Based on that, I'll say Deserati. He's a lot smarter than people give him credit for, and he could take it all.

Merchant: At least your heart's in the right place for once.

[Rayne has taken the advantage on Jackson, firing off rapid-fire punches that have Jackson slumped over the middle rope. He picks up Jackson off the canvas, takes a few steps back with Sean's head in his hands, and launches him over the top rope!]

Merchant: No! He's still in!

Clouds: Nice catch by Jackson on the pitchout.

[Jackson held fast to the ropes and managed to swing himself back around to get his left foot on the apron. Meanwhile, Rayne has turned his attention to the attacking Sam Horrey, who has neatly dropped Chris Egerton with an STO. So, he has no idea that Jackson held on...until Jackson reaches out, grabs him by the hair, and pulls him out of the ring to the floor. Stepping quickly into the ring before Rayne can pull him off the apron, Jackson takes the time to mock Rayne, drawing the crowd's ire.]

Merchant: Ha! Sucker! Never turn your back on a Texas Outlaw.

Clouds: A surprising upset, as former World Champion Rayne is the first to fall in this impromptu match.

(3:03) Rayne eliminated by Sean Jackson

[Jackson turns around and is met by a savage kick to the face by Horrey, which draws a decent crowd reaction. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Whealdon has issued a straight beat down to Michael Morrison, and is signaling for the end.]

Clouds: Whealdon going for the Apollo Creed Special, and with Morrison that close to the ropes, if he hits this it's game over for Morrison.

[Whealdon charges, swinging his arm, but Morrison manages to duck out of the way. Whealdon hits the ropes, using his off hand to brace himself on the middle rope to make sure he doesn't go over. Striking an angry face, he turns right back around...and is met with the loud-popping Thunderstruck superkick under the jaw, which lifts him over and out of the ring and to the floor!]

Merchant: What a superkick!

Clouds: And just like that, the tables turn for Pete Whealdon. He goes from the hunter to the prey in no time flat!

(3:35) Pete Whealdon eliminated by Michael Morrison

[Morrison immediately gets back to the middle of the ring, locking up with Travis Zahn. Egerton and Jackson are double-teaming Sam Horrey while Deserati and Fisher continue to beat on each other in a neutral corner. This leaves Jordon, holding his jewels in pain, on the mat near the corner he previously had Zahn trapped in.]

Clouds: So much action, it's hard to call it all here. It looks like Zahn took a cheap shot at Jordon to get out of the corner, but he runs right into the waiting arms of Michael Morrison. Egerton and Jackson are looking to double team Sam Horrey, while Deserati and Fisher are just straight beating on each other.

Merchant: Too many men in there to really get a good look at the action right now. This needs to thin out a little more before we'll see any kind of wrestling moves.

Clouds: Don't speak so soon. Look over there at Egerton.

[Egerton hooks up Horrey for a belly to back suplex, and Jackson grabs Sam's head as the three of them fall, comboing in a neckbreaker and belly to back suplex. Meanwhile, Jordon stands tentatively, still holding his groin.]

Clouds: I missed what happened to Jordon...did you catch it, Tim?

Merchant: Nope, missed it myself.

[As if on cue, the screen splits, showing the live footage of Jordon locking up with Egerton. On the replay side, we see Jordon drive a shoulder into Zahn's stomach before Travis drops to his knees. Standing upright, Jordon goes to pull up his Heartbreaker adversary, and Zahn uppercuts Jordon in the junk, sending him crumbling to the mat.]

[Cut back to a full screen of live footage, where we see Deserati and Fisher both trying to push the other over the top rope in one corner.]

Clouds: Well, that explains it...Zahn's the kind of man we're used to seeing shortcuts from, right?

Merchant: It's called effective. It got him out of the corner and on the attack again.

[Jackson has taken to stomping on Horrey's neck and shoulders. Jordon has pushed Egerton back into another corner and is trying to dead lift him up out of the corner, but Egerton is holding on for dear life. Morrison is the victim of a swinging neckbreaker from Zahn, who almost collides with Deserati as he walks blindly through the center of the chaos, his eyes raked by one Brian Fisher. Fisher runs at Deserati from behind and attempts to hook him in Carving Your Name, but Deserati is still too fresh for it, pushing Fisher off and to the mat, on top of a prone Michael Morrison.]

Merchant: Oh! Bad placement for Michael Morrison...you do not want to be on the ground with that many bodies flailing around.

Clouds: Definitely right, Tim. Look there! Looks like Jordon might have Egerton reeling!

[As Deserati reaches down to pick up Fisher, the camera switches. In the background, we can see Horrey execute a foot sweep on Sean Jackson before mounting him UFC-style with lefts and rights. In the foreground, Chris Egerton finds himself overmatch, locked in a contest of strength with Lemual Jordon. Jordon is also smart enough to not expose his face to Egerton's front side, ducking his head down as he lifts. That combined with the fact that Jordon has no hair to pull makes cheating your way out of the situation even harder. The crowd, anticipating their hometown favorite knocking off Egerton, has risen for the occasion.]

Merchant: If Chris Egerton wants to survive this encounter, he'd better think of something quick, because plan "A" isn't working all that well.

[Jordon forces Egerton over the ropes upside down, but he can't force him off the apron, as Egerton lands on his side on the apron. Jordon hooks the top rope with both hands and goes to push out the Emerald Isle Champ with his feet, but Egerton, displaying some quick thinking and quick reaction time, reaches up to the top rope and pulls himself up, causing Jordon to slide his one leg onto the apron. Leaping off the ground, Egerton cracks down with a mighty leg drop on the extended leg of Jordon, causing a look of pain to appear on his face as he quickly draws his leg back. Attempting to roll between the middle and bottom ropes, however, proved fatal, as Travis Zahn, who had been watching and waiting for an opportune moment, hits a seated dropkick on Egerton while he is still on the apron, knocking him to the floor and face-first into the guardrail.]

(5:03) Chris Egerton eliminated by Travis Zahn

Clouds: Zahn just caught him flush with that dropkick, and there was no way that Egerton could have recovered from that.

Merchant: He took a big chance dropping the leg on Jordon in that situation. Something he can think about on the plane-ride home.

[Zahn, ever the opportunist, delivers a chop-block to the back of Jordon's knee before grabbing it and cinching in a leglock hammerlock.]

Clouds: Yeah, but it looks like that chance is going to pay off for Travis Zahn. He put a crack in Jordon's armor.

Merchant: And the Diceman's a heckuva wrestler and he can definitely exploit that crack.

[Now with the odd number, it's Morrison's turn to get a break, as he sits in the corner, rotating his neck. Horrey has now locked Jackson in a cross-armbreaker, but his screams of pain can barely be heard over the chants for Lemual Jordon to break the hold Travis Zahn has on him. Fisher and Deserati are still fighting; this time, Deserati goes for a bulldog but Fisher pushes him off to where he hits nothing but canvas. As Fisher stands, Morrison comes charging out of the corner to Fisher's blind-side and LEVELS the former World Champ with a thunderous lariat.]

Clouds: Out of nowhere Michael Morrison springs to life and levels Brian Fisher with that brutal shot

Merchant: And now he's laying the stomps in on the prone former champion...

[And just as quickly as Merchant finishes saying it, here comes Deserati with a leaping clothesline of his own, bringing down the six and a half foot tall Morrison.]

Clouds: What the...did Deserati just save Fisher??

Merchant: What was he...

[And once again, as Fisher starts to get up, Deserati cuts him off with his foot to the side of Fisher's head.]

Merchant: Ah, I get it.

Clouds: What?

Merchant: Deserati wants Fisher to himself. That's why he just decapitated Morrison.

Clouds: That makes sense. These two do have history.

[Horrey has now released Sean Jackson from the armbar, and Jackson quickly rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Horrey, content to let him lie there, turns his attention to Morrison. The two of them lock up in the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Zahn has released the hold on Jordon's knee and is now content to stomp on it. Leaning the bad leg on the ropes, he steps onto the bottom rope, springboards himself up, and sits down on the leg of Jordon, causing him to yelp in great pain.]

Clouds: Zahn looking to take out that wheel of Jordon, and if he can do that, he'll have one less threat...

Merchant: Whoa!

[The fans explode into cheers.]

Clouds: Zahn!

[Immediately, because the camera was focused on Fisher and Deserati throwing punches and chops at each other, we split to instant replay mode, with Fisher/Deserati on the right. On the left, we see Zahn step on the bottom rope, going for the same vertical splash to the knee that he executed before we panned away. This time, however, Jordon manages to shift his weight and put his good leg under Zahn and give him a little extra push, shoving him over the ropes. Zahn tries to hang on, but he hits his back on the apron, which causes him to release his grip on the ropes and fall to the floor, eliminated.]

(6:45) Travis Zahn eliminated by Lemual Jordon

Merchant: Where the hell does he come up with these moves?

Clouds: Very veteran-like move there by Jordon, who you have to admit is learning quickly.

Merchant: Unbelievably quick. He's picked up on wrestling better than some of the people that have been in the business for years.

[Jordon, using the ropes as aid, pulls himself up on the ropes. However, this opens him up for a nasty palm-strike uppercut from Horrey, which, coupled with the assist from the outside by Sean Jackson, causes Jordon to tumble over the top rope and back down to the floor.]

(7:05) Lemual Jordon eliminated by Sam Horrey and Sean Jackson

Clouds: What a disappointing exit for Lemual Jordon. Kudos for the effort, but unfortunately he goes home empty-handed.

[Once again, Sean Jackson climbs into the ring before Jordon can get back up and exact revenge, and once more he takes full credit for the elimination, to the REALLY loud boos of the crowd.]

Merchant: I dunno, I like the looks of Sean Jackson here. He's had a hand in two eliminations of top-flight competition.

Clouds: Maybe he should turn around, then.

[Indeed, Michael Morrison is a man well-versed in heel tactics, and he waits for JUST the right moment to deliver a punishing discus punch to the jaw of Jackson as he turns around, leveling the Texas Outlaw. This makes Morrison, a former neutral party in this affair, decidedly a face as he picks up Jackson and signals for Horrey to help him.]

Merchant: This can't last. There's no way these two egos can coexist long enough to eliminate the other three.

Clouds: Egos? Horrey might be the most selfless man left in that ring.

[After waiting for Deserati and Fisher to battle across the ring, the two men whip Jackson into the opposite side of the ring. Horrey back body drops Jackson across the ring, while Morrison catches him in midair and CRUSHES him with a sitout powerbomb, to the utter delight of the fans.]

Merchant: Why are they cheering this? This is Texas, not Kentucky!

Clouds: The fans cheer who they like, Tim, you should remember that from December 19th.

Merchant: The hicks here are so dumb they can't figure out which state they're in.

[On the side of the picture, we see Deserati mounting a downed Fisher and throwing punches at his head, with Fisher doing his best to cover up. In the middle of the picture, we see Horrey and Morrison both motioning to toss Jackson out of the ring, to the delight of the fans. They pick up The Texas Outlaw, then hoist him out of the ring over the top rope...] *CLANG*

[The fans moan in sympathy.]

Clouds: Pamela!

[Horrey and Morrison have both turned to address the Fisher/Deserati situation, thinking that Jackson was eliminated. And he would have been, had Pamela Duke-Jackson not stood between her beau and the floor, blocking the elimination but also knocking herself into the steel barricade as well. Jackson, taking advantage of the extra life given, crawls up under the bottom rope quickly. He rushes at Morrison and Horrey, grabs both by the back of the heads, and launches them both over the top rope. The shorter man, Horrey, keeps his feet from hitting the ground. The taller man, however, cannot, as Morrison lands on the ground on his feet, to a round of raucous boos.]

(8:45) Michael Morrison eliminated by Sean Jackson

[As Horrey hangs on, Jackson notices Deserati and Fisher battling near the opposite ropes, both trying to eliminate the other. Jackson sneaks up from behind and shoves both men from the back side, sending them over the top rope.]

Merchant: YES!

Clouds: No! Look! Neither man was eliminated!

Merchant: But clearly Jackson thinks so...look at that celebration.

[You'd have thought Jackson would have won the gold medal. He starts hopping around, hootin' and hollerin'. Meanwhile, while he does this, Fisher, Horrey, and Deserati all climb back into the ring. All three look at each other, then at Sean Jackson, and in that moment, a treaty was formed.]

Clouds: Uh...oh!

Merchant: Sean Jackson is in big trouble, and he has no idea it's coming.

[Deserati taps Jackson on the shoulder. Expecting to get handed the Double Crown title, Jackson turns around with a smile on his face, only to have it fade quickly when he sees Fisher, Deserati, and Horrey all standing there, with no referee signaling the match over.]

[Deserati smiles and waves at Jackson before punching him in the face. Jackson stumbles over to Horrey, who punches him in the face. Then Fisher. Then once more around the circle. After Fisher's second shot, Deserati creeps up from behind and lifts him into the torture rack position, with the fans going nuts.]

Clouds: I think it's Holy Driver time, Tim.

[And indeed, Clouds is right as Deserati PLANTS Jackson with the Holy Driver. Fisher and Horrey nod to each other, then Fisher picks up Jackson. Whipping Jackson into the ropes, he awaits Jackson's return before tilt-a-whirling him into position and NAILING him with The Gravedigger to a frenzying crowd reaction. This time, Horrey and Deserati nod in agreement. Horrey, however, holds up his index finger.]

Merchant: Oh, what now?

[Picking up Jackson by the hair, the Outlaw has just enough left to stand up and take the combination attack known as the Street Sweeper, absolutely DRILLING him into the mat to another round of cheers.]

Clouds: See, Tim, this is what happens when you take the shortcut way out. Sooner or later, your bad deeds catch up with you.

[Fisher and Deserati nod their approval, seemingly impressed. Now, Horrey and Deserati pick up Jackson, and signaling over the top, they both HEAVE his lifeless body out of the ring.]

(11:00) Sean Jackson eliminated by Sam Horrey and Billy Deserati.

[Immediately, Fisher sneaks up behind Horrey, and he sends Horrey over the top rope and crashing to the floor.]

(11:03) Sam Horrey eliminated by Brian Fisher

Clouds: What an injustice done to Sam Horrey by Brian Fisher

Merchant: Wah, wah, cry me a river about stuff that doesn't matter.

Clouds: You know, fair play does matter to some of us.

Merchant: Yeah, the foolish.

Clouds: Say that around Christian Light or John Henry and see where it gets you.

[Fisher and Deserati circle.]

Clouds: And we're down to two. One of these two men will be the new Double-Crown Champion. Which one will it be?

[Deserati is the first to charge, going low to try for a single-leg takedown, but Fisher dodges and counters with a double ax-handle to the back. Pulling Deserati up, he sticks him into the standing headscissors, underhooks the arms, and hits his G-Shock powerbomb. Pulling Deserati up, Fisher leads him to the ropes and tries to throw him out, but Deserati goes over the top rope and rolls back in between the middle and bottom ropes.]

Merchant: As tired as Billy Deserati might be, I don't think he's going to be that easy to eliminate.

[Fisher picks up Deserati and whips him across the ring. Deserati ducks a clothesline, then an elbow smash from Fisher, and he comes back with a Lou Thesz press, followed by some rapid-fire punches to the face. Fisher covers up as best he can, but he's also starting to get fatigued. After finding a couple holes in the cover to punch through, Deserati takes that moment to hook in his patented Terror Lock, right in the middle of the ring, which gets a finisher pop.]

Clouds: Terror Lock! Terror Lock by Deserati, and Fisher's not in a good place.

Merchant: Yeah, but where's he gonna go? This is a battle royal, not a match.

Clouds: But if he knocks the man out he can't resist being tossed out!

[After about twenty seconds in the Terror Lock, Fisher begins to go limp. After forty seconds, Deserati releases the hold. Pulling a barely conscious Brian Fisher to his feet, he turns towards the aisle way, looking to eject Brian Fisher from the match. But he sees someone approaching down the aisle way; a familiar face full of hatred.]

Clouds: What the...? Jake Devins is out here, and he's got some choice words for Mr. Deserati.

Merchant: He probably feels left out. He just beat Travis Zahn earlier tonight, and Zahn was included in this match but he was not.

[Deserati lets go of Fisher, letting him slump to the canvas, in favor of talking some trash back to Jake Devins. He stands by the ropes and points down at Devins, who takes the opportunity to grab Deserati by the wrist.]

Clouds: Come on, he's not even in the match! Get him out of here.

[Referees swarm around Jake, trying to pry his fingers loose from Deserati. Devins can't pull Deserati over, but he's preventing him from moving. Finally, after a couple of seconds, the referees finally get Devins to let go of Deserati. Billy turns back around, only to be clotheslined right over the top and out by a tired Brian Fisher.]

(14:21) Billy Deserati eliminated by Brian Fisher

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Merchant: FISHER WINS IT! Brian Fisher's the brand-new Double Crown Champion!

Clouds: Well folks, I still can’t believe what I just saw!

Merchant: That was one of a kind, Mike. An impromptu Battle Royal for the Double Crown Title, and Brian Fisher wins it! He was in superb form tonight!

Clouds: Superb? Hardly.

Merchant: What are you talking about? That’s a former World Champion there!

Clouds: That doesn’t matter! Fisher took advantage of Deserati’s exhausted state and the fact that he was distracted by Devins to dump him over the top! If not for Devins, I think Deserati would’ve won for sure.

Merchant: Psshaw! You just fail to recognize a true champion when you see him in action! Champions win by any means necessary!

Clouds: Oh my God, shut up! I swear I'm going to kill Blasier for making that saying up.

Merchant: Don't be hatin'.

[Moment of silence.]

Clouds: Did you just say what I think you said?

Merchant: Sorry, I've been watching too many Tron promos.

Clouds: Right...

Tron: SURPRISE, NIGGA~!

Clouds: What the? Where the hell did you come from??

Tron: From da audienz, nigga. I got me deez new kicks, makes me stealthy an' shit.

Clouds: Um, I see.

Tron: I gotsta go, niggas. I got warrants.

Clouds: Uh, ok?

[Cut Backstage.]

[DeBough.]

Clouds: What the hell's he doing here? I thought he left the alliance?

Merchant: Nope. He's in OLW now. Just got his ass beat around by Tanis and his boys.

Clouds: Isn't he on Coke or somethin'?

Merchant: Something like that.

[DeBough walks down the hall, headed towards the ring, and stops in front of a locker room. The camera pans around to show "Terry Woods" on the door.]

Clouds: Now there's a history we don't want to delve into.

Merchant: Aye. Those two have never seen eye to eye.

[DeBough sneers towards the door, hesitating, almost as if pondering whether or not he should go in, then turns and continues walking.]

[A door opens.]

[Enter Byron Tanis. NWA Legend.]

[Also the guy who took out DeBough recently in OLW.]

Tanis: [With mock cheer] Tyson! Hey buddy!

[DeBough turns, facing Byron.]

DeBough: Yes Byron?

[Tanis feigns disappointment.]

Tanis: Now, is that any way to treat an old friend?

DeBough: [scoffs] Uh huh. Right. What the fuck do you want?

Tanis: Some cocaine, if you've got any.

[DeBough clenches his fists.]

DeBough: Go. Away.

[DeBough spins and starts walking away. Tanis calls after him.]

Tanis: So that's a no?

[Middle finger over the shoulder.]

Merchant: Oh! Well placed salute over the shoulder by DeBough!

Clouds: I wonder what's really up with those two?

Merchant: God only knows. DeBough hasn't been in the soundest mental state recently, and Tanis is opportunistic at the core.

Clouds: Time will tell I suppose. Anyways, moving on from one championship match to the next!

Merchant: Indeed. We have the World Tag Team Championship on the line in a match between the current champions, Michael Lennox and C.J. Rowell, and the challengers, The Texas Outlaws!

Clouds: Speaking of the challengers, here they come now!

Voiceover: "We are TTO, and that is all you need to know!"

[“Bad Company” by Bad Company begins to play as the former WWA World Tag Team Champions come out from behind the curtain and stand on the entrance ramp. Both are wearing long wrestling pants with "Texas Outlaws" running down the legs. They also have black t-shirts with red letters of "Cancer Killers" on the front with a picture on Mike Bell lying on the mat, knee destroyed and convulsing.]

Tessa Bradley: From Dallas, Texas…

[They begin to make their way towards the ring, stopping every few steps to exchange insults with the fans.]

Tessa Bradley: …they are the former WWA World Tag Team Champions, Terry Norris and Bobby Blood, The Texas Outlaws!!!

[Terry Norris slides into the ring with an intense look on his face while Bobby Blood enters the ring and begins to try to talk to Tessa Bradley. Bradley, as always, tries her best to concentrate. With the tag champions still yet to be announced, Tessa doesn't want to mess up. With that in mind, Bobby takes the mic from her and begins to talk.]

Blood: Tessa, for months I've been coming out here, and for months I've been trying to talk to you. I've given you presents, I've given you my attention, and every time I do this, you simply ignore me. Why do you keep ignoring me?

Merchant: You know, I've often wondered about that myself. The least that she can do is stop being so stuck up.

Clouds: Wait a minute, it wasn't that long ago that...

Merchant: Look, he's a good guy. The least she can do is talk to him.

Clouds: She has a job to do.

[Tessa reaches for the mic to announce Lennox and Rowell, but Bobby isn't so fast to give it up.]

Blood: No, no, no. Answer my question first. Why do you keep ignoring me?

[Tessa pleads her case, saying that she has to announce the champs, and that doesn't sit well with Bobby Blood.]

Blood: Do you think that you're better than me? Is that it?

[Tessa again reaches for the mic, but Bobby shoves her hand away.]

Blood: That’s it, isn't it? You DO think that you're better than me. Well let me tell you something Tessa, you're going to find out that you're not better than me. You're going to find out that Bobby Blood gets what he wants, one way or the other.

[Bobby then tosses the mic up in the air, forcing Tessa to try and catch it. But once she looks up, Bobby plants a huge kiss on her, bending her over backwards as the mic hits the mat. After a few moments of her hitting him on the back, he releases her and then backs away. Tessa looks at him, stunned and then picks up the mic to finish what she started to do.]

[This doesn’t go according to plan either.]

[Instead we get the opening chords to, “This Time’s For Real” by Ill Nino. A couple cheers. Out of 20,000 people, some of them must like the song.]

[A few seconds later, there’s a whole lot more cheers in the place.]

[Because Joey Tesauro’s in the house.]

Merchant: What the hell is this guy doing here??

Clouds: Joey Tesauro, possibly the most dominant WWA Cruiserweight Champion the alliance has ever had, and this is his first time back in a WWA arena in over two years! I agree with my colleague though, what is he doing here?

[Joey’s in the same gear we saw him in earlier. Thankfully he’s found himself a new pair of pants. There’s a drink in one hand, and a mic in the other, and a big grin on his face, soaking in the cheers.]

[When he hits the ring though, and walks up to Bobby Blood, he’s not smiling any-more]

Joey: Bobby Blood. Man...

[Smirk from Joey.]

Joey: You gotta be kidding me with this.

[Blood and Norris do not look pleased; no one really knows what’s going on any-more. This doesn’t stop Joey.]

Joey: So what was the idea when you came out here Bobby? Come out, force your-self on an admittedly cute ring announcer, and get some cheap heat? Or do you actu-ally think that she’d be impressed with your bullshit? Look man, the 1980’s called, they want their gimmick back.

Merchant: Hey, I liked the 80’s!

Clouds: You would.

Joey: Whatever the idea, you owe this woman an apology.

[Blood’s had enough, and looks it. Leaning close enough to Joey to use his mic to speak]

Blood: Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you think you’re doing out here during OUR Tag Team title match?

[Joey leans back, looking genuinely offended.]

Joey: Who am I?

[Arched brow]

Joey: You don’t know who I am?

[To the crowd.]

Joey: He must not know who I am.

[Joey takes a swig of Guinness, and spits it right in Bobby Blood’s face to a huge crowd pop]

Joey: I’m the Juggernaut bitch! And you just got OWNED!

[VIOLENCE POP!]

[Blood goes for a right hand on Tesauro, but Tesauro was waiting for it, and lands a quick shot to the jaw on Blood, followed up by a few more]

Clouds: And that’s it for Blood, these two are going at it, Norris doesn’t know what to make of this, neither does the Ref or Bradley. Joey goes for the whip, reversed by Blood, and Blood catching Joey with a back body dro-NO!!!

Merchant: What the hell was that?!

[In quick succession, Joey rolls with the back drop, landing on his feet behind Blood, and measuring him up]

Clouds: RIDE THE LIGHTNING!!! Joey nailed the big superkick, Blood’s on dream street.

Merchant: Wait, here comes Norris!

[Norris advances on Tesauro, but stops in his tracks when new music comes on the air. Midnight Syndicate’s Vampyre Symphonies. Norris freezes, the crowd goes crazy again, and Bradley grins as she raises the mic to her lips]

Bradley: And their opponents, they are your WWA World Tag Team Champions!! First hailing from Boston, MA, standing 6'3" and weighing in at 240 pounds... he is "The Blockbuster" C.J. ROWELL! His tag team partner hails from New Orleans, LA, standing 6'2" and weighing in at 242 pounds...he is "The Wolverine" MICHEAL LENNOX!!!!

[The lights start to flicker when Rowell steps through the curtain and stalks to the ring while the fans try to figure out his new look. Rowell is dressed in a pair of black torn jeans, black boots and a black sleeveless t-shirt. He is going to have all black paint cov-ering his face with a dark blue X across it as well as the short noose that the TTO left around his neck will be around his neck with his WWA World Tag Team Title belt being dragged along with him. Lennox follows soon after. His long black/blue hair covering his red/black face paint while he walks out in a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt un-derneath and torn blue jeans. His WWA Tag Team Title hanging over his shoulder. He's wearing black boots and has his fists heavily taped and carrying a barbed-wire baseball bat in his hand. The lights come back to normal when they start to make their way down.]

Clouds: And here come the champions!

Merchant: Terry! RUN!

[As Lennox and Rowell bolt out of the curtains and start running down the ramp out from behind comes Twisted wearing a pair of black nylon tights, white shoes and black elbow pads. He rushes at Michael Lennox and hits him with a double handed bulldog, driving him down to the ramp. He rolls Lennox over and starts to ground and pound on him.]

Clouds: And now the Southern Kingz are making their presence known! I don't think this match is ever going to start!

[Rowell turns around as he’s made his way to the bottom of the ramp, he runs back up the ramp and kicks Twisted in the ribs and tries to get him off Lennox. Through the uproar of the crowd comes Twisted’s brother and tag team partner Chris King. Wearing street clothes, he steps over the guardrail and grabs Rowell by the leg. Rowell turns around and leaps off the ramp with a double-axe handle onto Chris who acts like nothing happened.]

[Twisted has crawled back onto Lennox and continues the beating. Rowell and King are slinging it out on the floor as the staff of security tries to break them up. Chris is hitting person after person trying to get his hands on Rowell. Meanwhile no one is trying to get Twisted off Lennox. Twisted stand up and smiles as he sits Lennox up on the ramp and delivers a shining wizard to the side of Lennox’s head.]

Merchant: “The Southern Kingz are showing the world that they aren’t a team to be taken lightly, that was proven as Twisted almost took Lennox’s head off.”

[Twisted leaves Lennox lying and walks back to the back and grabs a microphone while Chris and Rowell are doing everything in their power to get to one another.]

[Twisted comes back and leans over the ramp and punches Rowell in the head with the microphone.]

Twisted: “Hey! Listen up; I am sick and tired of the disrespect. You two knew that you couldn’t beat us so you got yourselves disqualified. The people all look back on my past and say Twisted this and Twisted that. I’m not who the people created. I’m not who you people want me to be. I am Jeremy King! I’m a man that should not and will not be messed with. You think for one second that I can be touched and you will find out that you can’t, Rowell has nothing that I can’t handle. You and Lennox have nothing that the Southern Kingz can’t overshadow.”

[Twisted slaps Rowell as he stares at him.]

Twisted: “Rowell, I thought you where different than the others, but I was wrong. Enjoy the titles while you have them because whoever holds them after tonight have to deal with us.”

[Twisted hands the microphone Chris whose blood red face looks like it’s going to explode.]

Chris: “Lennox, Rowell, Bobby Blood or Terry Norris, the belts are coming with us when we meet any of you again! The times are a changing and the Southern Kingz are the ones who are going to make the largest change in the WWA, not to mention the AWA! All my life has been filled with trouble and strife, but now it’s filled with anger, hate and a passion to fight. Just remember that the Southern Kingz are the newest, hottest and greatest tag team that either of you two teams will ever face!”

[Twisted grabs Lennox off the ramp and runs him down to the ring and rolls him under the bottom rope. Rowell is chasing down the isle trying to get his hands on Twisted, as the other security guards grab him and escort him out of the building as Rowell pulls Lennox out of the ring so he can gain a little composure.]

[We now have Norris in the ring with Michael Lennox, CJ Rowell, and Joey Tesauro. Joey quickly sizes up Lennox, sees he’s in crazy mode, and decides his work here is done. The champs let him go, and proceed to maul Norris]

Clouds: I haven’t heard a bell, but Blood’s still down, and Norris is on his own against the tag team champions!

Merchant: It shouldn't be too bad after the Kingz roughed 'em up.

[The ref tries to maintain order, and makes the mistake of getting in the way of the champs. Rowell throws him out of the ring with the titles belts]

Merchant: Didn’t take that guy long to get himself taken out did it?

[As mentioned, the ref can be seen outside the ring, lying out of it against the barri-cade. Inside the ring, Norris lands a quick right to Lennox, then a backhand to Rowell, standing his own, until a BRUTAL lariat from Lennox turns him inside out!

Clouds: All out brawl in the ring, this is NOT starting out well for the Texas Outlaws. Rowell throws Norris into the ring corner and is lying in the right hands, and now we’ve got Lennox digging underneath the ring!

Merchant: Alright, ref’s down, so we’ve got another few minutes at least of violence, right?

Clouds: It looks that way!

[The crowd pops as Lennox pulls a couple of tables outside the ring as well as a steel chair.]

Merchant: God I love this! Lennox is already going for weapons!

Clouds: And Rowell just sent Norris over the top rope to meet him!

[Norris topples over the ring within easy reach of Lennox. The Wolverine takes his time while Rowell comes out with him. They pull Norris up to his feet and Rowell holds him back while Lennox raises the chair and measures him up]

Clouds: Things are going from bad to worse, but the ref’s not in much of a position to do anything about it...

[THWACK!]

Merchant: MISSED! Lennox nailed Rowell!

[THWACK PART TWO!]

Clouds: And there’s Bobby Blood! Blood back in the game and he just took Len-nox’s head off with a chair of his own!!

Merchant: Don’t mess with Texas bitches!

Clouds: How long were you waiting to say that?

Merchant: Only my entire life.

[Blood still seems to be favoring his head following the kick he took before, but the Outlaws are back in control as both Lennox and Rowell are down on the floor outside the ring. Norris and Blood grab Lennox by the back, get a running start and-]

Merchant: More head injury!!

Clouds: The Outlaws just sent Lennox face first into the barricade!]

[All four men pair off at that point, Norris staying to continue working over Lennox, and Blood going back for Rowell. The champions get pushed out into the stands, the Outlaws hammering them as we see rings of people form around the four men, fans go-ing crazy]

Clouds: And now this match has gone outside in to the stands, has the bell even rung yet??

Merchant: Who cares? Kill someone!

[We see the ref in the ring, watching the carnage outside pretty helplessly. Finally he climbs out of the ring and decides to follow the fight outside, and signals to the time-keeper]

*DING! DING!*

Clouds: Well...that’s the bell, and I guess this contest is OFFICIALLY, under way.

[As Clouds says officially, we cut back to the action in the crowd, and Norris continu-ing to lay down the punishment with a German suplex on Lennox right on the concrete! A few feet away, Rowell gains the upper hand on Blood, fighting off the ground vi-ciously]

Merchant: Did he just bite Blood!??! That son of a BITCH!

Clouds: Rowell’s mental state has been anything but healthy as of late, we knew he was coming in here looking to hurt somebody, but I don’t think we expected him to be a biter!

[Sure enough, Rowell, blood on his face from the chair shot he took before, seems to have lost it, and is biting Bobby Blood in an attempt to halt the challenger’s momen-tum. This works, until Norris attacks from behind with an axe handle to the back. Blood then, furious, takes Rowell down to the ground with a rising knee smash to the face]

Clouds: This match has degenerated into a street fight, and so far that really seems to be favoring the Outlaws. The champions can’t get any momentum...the Outlaws look on fire right about now.

[Rowell takes several more shots, just enough to keep him from being able to get back to any real vertical base. Blood pulls him back in a headlock, and throws him face first into a hot dog stand set up on the arena floor behind them]

Merchant: When did they move over there?

Clouds: Don’t ask me, but I don’t like the looks of this...

[Sure enough, the Outlaws have a plan, and the two both press Rowell over head, and drop him face first over the metal hot dog vendor stand. As if that wasn’t enough, we then see Blood open the top of the stand...]

Clouds: Oh no way, NO!!

[Blood, with a fistful of Rowell’s hair, shoves his face into the near boiling dirty hot dog water vat!!]

Merchant: YES!

Clouds: A more humiliating and painful thing, I have not seen recently, and here comes Lennox!!

[Lennox, seeing his partner in trouble, rushes to his aid, and lands a hand on Blood, but gets waylaid by Norris from behind. Norris calls to Blood, and the two set up Lennox in a standing headscissors.]

Clouds: Well, this is going to be ugly, someone better get my partner a towel, he’s a bit excited...

[With Rowell still prone on the hot dog stand, the Outlaws lift up Lennox in a tandem Powerbomb, and send him CRASHING through the stand and Rowell!!!]

Merchant: YES!! YES!!

Fan in front row: I’ll have what he’s having!

Clouds: My god! The champions just got leveled! I don’t think Rowell is even mov-ing after that, CJ Rowell is buried in hot dogs and metal!! Did I really just say that??

[The bad day just gets worse for Lennox, who’s pulled out of the wreckage by the Outlaws and thrown outside the arena door, leaving the stands.]

Clouds: This is insane, now we’ve got a two on one in the damn parking lot! The champions are getting absolutely mauled here tonight!

Merchant: DONT MESS WITH TEX-

Clouds: Will you please stop saying that!

[The referee is still checking on Rowell in the stands, meanwhile Lennox is on his own out in the parking lot. For the second time, he’s put in position for a tandem power-bomb, this time in front of one of the parked cars.]

Clouds: Another powerbomb coming up, this is going to be it for Lennox...

Merchant: So long sucker--NO!!!

[Before Norris can get Lennox over, Lennox counters, back dropping Norris into the car windshield. Blood goes for a clothesline, but Lennox grabs his arm, hooks him up, and delivers a THUNDEROUS DDT on the CONCRETE!]

Clouds: And now all three of them are down!! Lennox with the definition of DES-PERATION right there and this match has turned into a damn train wreck.

[All three men down for what seems like forever, eventually we see Lennox start to slowly climb to his feet and stumble up, trying to get his bearings]

[And then a pair of headlights light up the parking lot]

“SCREEEEEEEEE!!!”

[The crowd erupts momentarily in shock, as a car comes out of nowhere, and runs Lennox to the ground!]

Merchant: Oh that’s it, I’m done! This is too friggin' good!

Clouds: It is not! Lennox just got ran over in the parking lot, and look at the grins on the face of the Outlaws! Wait a sec...IS THAT SEAN JACKSON!??!

[Sure enough, the car stops long enough for the driver, Sean Jackson of the TTO, to give a thumbs up to his partners in crime and then drive off. The Outlaws stand over Lennox, and drag him back to his feet, he looks to be in bad shape as they start drag-ging him back to the arena.]

Clouds: This is a goddamn travesty, Rowell’s still down and out of it, and the Out-laws had this thing set up the whole time! Lennox needs help!

Merchant: No help for him now, this match is still going on!!

[The ref watches, looking relieved at first that they’re finally coming back to the ring. Lennox’s near lifeless body gets tossed inside, followed by the challengers, who are taking their sweet ass time now, not too worried. Blood leisurely sets Lennox up on the top rope...Norris comes over,]

Clouds: Oh c’mon...enough already!

Merchant: TEXAS STAMPEDE!!!

Clouds: By god let that be it! The nail in the coffin for Michael Lennox here...

[Norris with the cover and the ref drops down...]

1.....

2.....

3.....

[KICKOUT BY LENNOX!!!!]

[No, not really.]

[Sorry. Outlaws win it.]

DING DING!

[HEEL HEAT TO THE RAFTERS.]

Clouds: And we’ve got new tag team champions, the Texas Outlaws. Congratula-tions, I don’t think I could be any more disgusted with this.

Merchant: Hey, the Texas Outlaws did exactly what they said they were going to do. They came, and they took back the WWA World Tag Team Titles, by whatever, means, necessary!

Clouds: What is it with you and that saying tonight?

Merchant: What can I say? Blasier is God.

Clouds: Right...

[Slumped on a bench in a locker room Toussaint Jordon has his head in his hands, the youngster from Indianapolis has clearly been on an emotional rollercoaster this evening.]

[From elsewhere the sound of a shower pumping out reams of water is silenced and from the shower compartment emerges his elder brother, Lemual Jordon who has nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.]

LJ – What you worried about?

[Looking up Toussaint hikes his shoulders in a shrug.]

LJ – If your worried about Blasier, don’t be I doubt he’ll be troubling you any time soon. He knows you’re not naive now, he knows you’re not weak, that’s what he played on.

TJ – I guess.

LJ – And if you are wondering if you did the right thing, I can assure you that you did. And I’m not being selfish when I say that...

[Toussaint smiles bashfully. Having defeated Blasier by hook or crook ‘The Colt’ is obviously joyous and his expression reads as such.]

TJ – Deep down I knew, but he tried to help me out.

LJ – Bullshit, he put words in your mouth and thoughts in your head, for his gain. It’s done; it’s over [moment of clarity] At least for you. But I’m used to walking around with a target on my chest, I’ll deal Touey don’t beat yourself up.

[Another more poignant smile grows on the face of the younger brother.]

TJ – So can we get out of here, big game tomorrow.

LJ – Hold your horses. I wanna find out who’s the better man out of Light, Bane and Riel. Plus the Glowbug getting humiliated is something I simply can’t miss.

[Toussaint frowned.]

TJ – Glowbug?

LJ – ‘The Spotlight’ or whatever Bryan Smith calls himself these days.

[Toussaint nods as he realizes.]

LJ – Care to give me a minute to change?

[Smiling Toussaint stands and exits the locker room.]

[Fade.]

[As the superstars filed out one by one to be locked in the chamber, something went slightly awry when The Spotlight came out.]

[Mainly, that something was Daemon Curtis and Tyson DeBough.]

Merchant: Hold up, what the fuck?

[DeBough emerges from the crowd, stalking Smith on the sidelines.]

Clouds: Smith and DeBough haven't ever seen eye to eye...maybe DeBough looking for some revenge??

[DeBough watches as Curtis lays out Smith, and then looks towards Tyson.]

Merchant: What's Curtis doing?

[Curtis motions towards the fallen Smith, offering him to DeBough.]

Clouds: ...the fuck!?

[DeBough walks towards Smith, but then something catches his eye in the crowd. He cocks his head, and then walks quickly towards whatever he sees.]

Merchant: Where the hell's he going?!

Clouds: More important business??

[DeBough suddenly breaks into a sprint, the camera panning back a bit to show a figure in front of him bolting out of the arena, with DeBough close on his heels.]

Clouds: Hm...anyways...

[Whether or not DeBough and Curtis were allies or just happened to be wanting the same thing at the same place and at the same time was up for debate. The match went on as planned, however, and the first two to start it off were Riel and Inferno. As time went on, Light and Bane entered the match and started into a little battle of their own.]

Clouds: And Light... wow! Christian Light CRUSHES Thomas Bane with a lariat. I FELT that one!

[Quick cut to the front row where Byron Tanis is fast asleep.]

Clouds: Wake up, Byron, you're missing a terrific performance!

Merchant: Oh, Mike, give him a break. It's almost 9 p.m. Seniors get groggy come 8:30.

Clouds: Byron, I didn't say it, he did. Tim Merchant said that, Byron.

Merchant: The funniest thing about this is that he probably bought the tickets and flew all the way here to cost Christian Light, the man who beat him out of his last World Title in 2000, the WWA World Title and he literally falls asleep on the job!

Clouds: Funny sad, maybe.

[As the other wrestlers were eliminated, it boiled down to Christian Light and Thomas Bane as being the last two men left in the chamber. After battling it out for a few moments, the match was again interrupted by Tyson DeBough.]

[Split screen to the outside.]

[DeBough comes streaking around a corner, out of breath, and places his hands on his knees, panting. He scans the parking lot, distraught that he doesn't see anything.]

DeBough: ALLY!

[He screams towards the parking lot.]

[His fist clenches.]

[Out.]

[The match comes full screen again.]

Clouds: Now what's he doing?

Merchant: Who cares? We've got a Main Event to be watching!

[It was a few minutes after this that Thomas Bane scored an Old School Drop on Christian Light. It was a few seconds after that when Terry Woods decided to pop up from underneath the ring.]

Clouds: TERRY WOODS??

Merchant: He was hiding underneath the ring this entire time!

[Woods, with baseball bat in hand, stalks up behind an unsuspecting Bane.]

Clouds: Look out Bane!

[Woods taps Bane on the shoulder with the bat. Thomas whirls around to see a sickly sweet smile on Terry’s face before he gets the bat to his gut. Bane doubles over, at which point Woods plants the bat into his back, bringing Bane to his knees. Woods then lines up, and swings the bat like a golf club into Bane’s face. Bane flips over and lands on his back, out cold and bleeding heavily.]

Clouds: OH MY GOD!

Merchant: Bane just got knocked the hell out! What a vicious attack by the insidious Woods!

Clouds: This is a travesty!

[Light, groggy and unaware of what just happened, sees a fallen Bane and instinctually covers him.]

[…1...]

[…2…]

[3!!!]

[The crowd erupts in boos, jeering Woods with all they can muster. Woods grins sadistically as the refs unlock the gate to attend to Bane. Woods exits as Light comes to. Realizing what had happened, he stands wide mouthed in horror at what happened to Bane.]

Clouds: This isn’t how Light wanted to win at all!

Merchant: Look at him! He’s totally aghast at what happened to Bane!

[Light assists the medics in helping get Bane onto the stretcher, out of the cage, and into the back.]

Clouds: There’s a true champion right there, Tim. No matter how he defended his belt tonight, it takes a man of real class to help out your opponent like that.

Merchant: You couldn’t be more right, Mike.

[Light helps the medics load Bane into the ambulance, and watches after them as they speed out of the parking lot, lights and sirens blazing.]

Light: I hope he’s alright…

Voice: He’ll be fine.

[Light whips around and sees Victor Mandrake standing underneath the stairwell of the lot. Light smiles and laughs.]

Light: Jeez, Victor…you scared the crap out of me.

[Victor grins.]

Mandrake: One does what one can.

Light: So, what happened out there?

Mandrake: Terry Woods and a baseball bat is what happened out there.

Light: Woods?? Oh man…

Mandrake: I wouldn’t worry too much about it. You’re still the champion, after all.

Light: Yeah, well, I wish I could’ve won it under better circumstances.

Mandrake: Don’t we all?

Light: Yeah. It just seems so senseless. I mean, why would Terry do something like that? What does he have against Bane? There just doesn’t seem to be any reasoning behind it.

[Victor shrugged.]

Mandrake: Oftentimes, we fail to see the reasoning behind the events that shape and change our lives irrevocably, but that doesn’t mean that the reason doesn’t exist. In fact, there’s almost always a reason for everything that happens in this world, good or evil, right or wrong. The trick is finding that reason, that motivation for the why so that you may not only understand, but learn from it as well.

[Light nodded. Victor glanced over Light’s shoulder and grinned.]

Mandrake: Goodbye, Christian.

[He gave Victor a quizzical look, but wasn’t able to put much thought into his abruptness when he saw flashing blue and red lights on the wall behind Victor. He turned and saw a few police cruisers approaching.]

Light: Oh, wow. I bet they’re looking for Terry. What do you think…

[Light turns around. Victor’s gone.]

Light: …Victor?

[Light heard a car door slam shut. He turned around and saw a detective step out. He looked at Christian with piercing green eyes as he took a drag from his cigarette.]

Detective: Mr. Christian Light?

Light: Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you gentlemen?

Detective: My name’s Matthew Malone, I’m a homicide detective from New York City.

Light: New York? What brings you guys down here?

Malone: Well, frankly Mr. Light, you do.

Light: Me?

Malone: We’re going to need you to come with us.

Light: Why? What’s the matter?

Malone: We have a warrant for your arrest.

Light: Wait, what? My arrest?

Malone: For murder.

[Light looks absolutely shocked to point of being speechless.]

Light: But…I…

Malone: [turning to another officer] Read him his rights.

[Light, still stammering and utterly confused, complies with the officers nonetheless. He gets put into the back of the cruiser as they drive off.]

[Cut.]

Credits:

Blade vs. Twisted - Ryan Cooke
Travis Zahn vs. Jake Devins - Sam Horrey
Team WR vs. Team OLW - Sean (Devins)
Ryan Blasier vs. Lemual Jordon - Col Fisher
Victor Mandrake vs. John Henry - Anty
Double Crown Battle Royal - Brian Paolercio
Double Crown Planning and Booking - Justin Taylor and Matt Shearer
WWA Tag Team Title Match - Joey Tesauro
WWA World Title Match - Sean O.
All card assembly, editing, proofreading, coding and summarized matches - Matt Shearer
Graphics - Whoever did the graphics for Shockwave 2005.

All segs were authored by their respective handlers, save for the introduction by "Nightbringer" Ryan Corey for the Double Crown Title Match, which was written by Matt Shearer.