World Wrestling Alliance and Canada Championship
Wrestling
Present

(The scene is outside the arena. Jake Devins is seen walking through the parking lot, as the fans inside boo. Devins slows down at the entrance way, sneering at Dan Pollaski, who's leaning against the side, staring right on back.)
Jake Devins- What the hell are you doing?
Dan Pollaski- Waiting for Twister to hurry up and smash your car. he's two minutes late.
Jake Devins- WHAT?
(Devins turns around, and watches as Twister's derby car is seen peeling across the parking lot, straight for the vehicle Devins has just gotten out of.)
SMASH!
POPPP!
(The side of Devins' car caves in completely from the impact. It slides a few feet, coming to a rest, a smoldering junk heap. Twister's derby car pops in reverse, and drives off, leaving Pollaski and Devins staring at his wreck of a car.)
Dan Pollaski- Welp, see you in the ring, Jakey!
(Dan turns around, and disappears before Jake can do anything. Jake looks at his car for a second, then angrily kicks it, walking away]

[Darkness, he kneels on one knee in a circle of flames, head bowed, chanting softly as the smell of inscents fills the air. His long blue/black hair hangs over his face like a curtain, hiding his features. His hands, what we can see of them are pale and scared and trembling slightly.]
Ulfric: it’s been a long time
Pause
Ulfric: My blood burns hot in my veins tonight. I can feel my heart beating faster, faster, thumping with anticipation as I wait for the knock on the door, the loud, screaming guitar of my entrance music, the roar of the fans urging me to come forth from the darkness to be reborn beneath the pyro and flashing lights.
Ulfric: This could be my final chance
He lifts his head and in the light of the candles his eyes glow and eerie green, shimmering with the tiny flames.
Ulfric: This is the moment when all illusions are stripped away. When I give up the moniker of the “Fallen Angel”, “he Silent Warrior” and even the “Wolf King” to be who I was born to be….me. A simple man with a dream who trained hard to get to the this place, who has bled buckets for a sport that he loves, and spent endless nights sleeping in roach infested motels just to be able to stand before you. There are no gimmicks that can show you the true heart of the man, there are no words that can explain his pain….my pain.
Sigh…he looks at the door, then at the clock above it, then back down at the door again before sighing and settling in to wait.
Ulfric: These precious moments, the calm before the storm, yet how can I be calm when I know that title will not be mine until after the final bell when they raise my hand in victory. Until then I am still the challenger, the hunter, and Mike, whether either of us likes it or not that makes you my prey and I have never failed to capture what I put my mind to.
Ulfric: Tonight will either be my greatest triumph or my biggest failure. It is hard to sit still and quietly await a moment of such uncertainty as that. It’s harder still to sit here trapped inside these walls knowing that I have come as fart as I can possibly come in my career without breaking through the glass ceiling and holding that belt. If I am to grow as a man…as a competitor, as a champion I have to have it or else there will be nothing left for me to do but walk away.
He hangs his head again, the camera moves back, and we leave him to his preparations and musings and return to ringside.

[Fade in.]
[We fade into the scene of none other than Jake Devins,
the Assassin himself, sitting back in a fold out chair with his legs propped up
onto the nearby monitor which he is watching with a blank expression on his
face.]
[Jake is already clad in his ring attire, along with a black tee
shirt which reads “BASTARD” across the chest in blue.]
[Jake quickly
glances up at the camera, then glances back to the monitor, then does a double
take and rests his eyes on the camera. His expression quickly fades from blank,
to a half smirk on his face.]
Jake – “So tonight’s the night, eh? The
night where three men meet each other in the ring to face off for the belt the
most hardcore belt out of all the alliance belts.. The Double Crown
championship.”
[Jake holds up one finger, and shakes it.]
Jake –
“Wait.. Never mind. Tonight isn’t the night where three men meet to decide the
fate of the Double Crown.. Tonight is the night where two men meet in the ring
to decide the winner, while the third –me- decimates the other two.”
[He
smirks slightly.]
Jake – “Now I know what you’re all thinking… ‘Jake,
shouldn’t you at least TRY to win the belt, seeing as how if you win you’ll have
held the belt three times, something no one’s accomplished yet?’.. And really,
you guys make a good point.. But winning gold super glued to leather, while it
would make me a legend of the belt, it’s not something I’m interested in –
anymore. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’ve ridden that gravy
train as far as I can.. It’s time for me to move on to bigger and better
things.”
[Jake shrugs.]
Jake – “So.. No, I shouldn’t try winning
the belt because it’s not what I want.. It’s not something that’s going to take
me one step closer to my goal.. because I’ve taken that step twice before. No..
Tonight.. I should just try doing what I’m best at. Which is beating the crap,
blood, and tears out of whoever crosses my path.. And tonight, two men happen to
be crossing my path..”
[Jake smirks.]
Jake – “Terrence “Twister”
Thompson and Jonathan Cross.. Double the fun, Double the pain, of a Jake Devins
beat down.”
[Wink.]
Jake – “Now.. The time for talk is done.. The
time for training and prepairing is done.. But the time for praying, has just
begun.. something I recommend you two men do thoroughly.. Because tonight.. The
only thing that can save you from being left a bloody mess in that ring.. is
your ‘God’.”
[A snort.]
Jake – “I’ll see you both out there guys..
Good luck.. Heh, lord knows you’re desperately going to need it to
survive.”
[With a smirk and a wave, the scene finally fades to Pitch
black.]
[Now get the hell oot.]

"Well, recently I've been put under a
microscope by the people who run the WWA."
[Yup, there is always going to
be one guy that just totally just over steps his bounds when it comes to
me.]
"It's been said that by a certain someone that _IF_ I don't up my
game then I'm going to get murdered by a
very close friend of mine. This is
where I say hey Rick. Enjoy murdering me."
[First it was Kai Lewis... I
made him apologize before he went into the wild unknown. That is after I made
him look foolish in front of the entire NeWA.]
"And to this certain
someone who seems to think that I give a rat's ass about if my game is uped or
not, think again. If I didn't beat Cage the next jack ass would have. Am I
special with this belt, no, hell this belt was a piece of shit before I took it
off the dumb ass ya'll placed it on."
[And it seems like another wants to
push my buttons. Hell, don't people learn from history. The same thing is going
to happen. You're going to step up and I'm going to knock you back to the
ground.]
" Am I worthy of this title, last year I would have said yes and
no one else could have taken it. But, since the total downfall of talent here in
the WWA I am willing to say after Rick pummels my ass into the canvas even Steve
Studd could hold the title and feel good about doing it."
{You're going
to make it your mission to screw me over anytime you get a chance. And I'm going
to take it... Only for a moment though.]
"This title... This
federation... This allaince...Doesn't equal piss in the big book of life. Why do
I continue to come back here, I ask myself this each time I step my foot into a
WWA ring? It's because I get a phone call from my friends saying that this place
really needs some talent. I obligate myself to posing for the camera's, airing
my life on national televison, and putting myself in hospitials more times than
I stay at my own home. Why do I do these things?"
[Cause eventually, I'll
have my following again. I'll take half of the people you need and walk directly
out the door... Hell, fuck that, I'll take the talent and walk out the
door.]
" Because I had a certain thing left out of my career. I had one
_big_ title left out of my career. And now.... Now, I have it."
[I've
already completed one of my missions. I have your belt. I got it on my terms. My
way.]
" I find myself wondering is it better than to love and lost or to
never have loved at all."
[So should I care the least bit if you feel
that I'm slacking as the World Champ. Should I give a damn that you didn't take
your chance when it was your turn to hold it. I've skipped my turn more times
than anyone else should have.]
"I'm staring down that line right now
saying that I did this on my own terms. Hell, I made the match... Got it
booked... Worked my ass off for it... And won. I held the title."
[If you
don't want me to suck when I cut promo's, I've already have the solution. Don't
place numb minded gutter fucks in front of my name on a card. I can't carry the
allaince only myself.]
" But, it wasn't near as sweet as I thought it
would be. It was bitter... Tart... I look into the mirror and can't stand the
sight of what I see."
[I wasn't supposed to main even anywhere. I know
this. But, hell it seems like someone let a fart slip when I got the
belt.]
" Mike Sloan... He was never supposed to Main Event... Only
event... I've lost my roots in these big light and noisy fans. I am shocked to
the core... Hell, I could never up root and live the same way I did last year.
Mike Sloan, the Main eventer... Doesn't even sound good. Mike Sloan, World
Wrestling Allaince Heavyweight Champion... No."
"Mike Sloan the ball
buster... The hard worker... The guy who has bled for five years and finally
figured it out... Being in the spot light is for some....Just not for
me."
"So Rick, when you bring your "A" game, just remember that it was
planned for you to win this title at this event since Summer Games. Remember
that I'm just a lamb on an altar for you to ravage. The belt, it's already
engraved with your name, just take it."
"There isn't any real threats
left in the WWA. Just a lot of has beens and never will be's. And it's sad to
say that I was one of those who has been. I have been here before most of
you can remember... I was in the NeWA where most of have been... And I have been
in the NWC where most of you will never make it."
"So if you want this peice of plated gold... Torn and ragged leather strap, Rick, if you really want it... Come and get it."
" I can be the Morning Star .... The
Dark Horse... Or just Mike Sloan. And honestly this is all getting really
old."
"The kissing ass. The smoke blowing. And the little groups forming
up behind everyone's backs... It's all old... I'm too old to even begin to get
into the political aspects of the WWA. "
" So is this me burning all the loose
ends before I make my great departure into the wild sunset? Or is this me just
letting off some steam after I gave this place more time than I should have
given it. This is Mike Sloan you're talking too... Not the Dark Horse or the
Morning Star. This is the guy who decides when he wants to win World Titles or
lose them... Not a fucking board of voters... Not a split second command by some
ref... I decide the out come of my matches... And I'm choosing my
death."
"So fuck all of you...And your mothers
too."
"Ulfy...Rick.. When you get tired of this place maybe I can point
you in a direction of some real problems. Till then... And after ShockWave have
fun trying to figure out if this is my Swan Song or just some engenious attempt
to throw you off of your game."

Twister Vs. Jake Devins Vs. Jonathan Cross (c)
Double
Crown Championship
Winstock- "Well it looks like we are going to get ready for the triple threat match now, for the WWA Double Crown championship."
Taylor- "Yes, and first on his way to the ring is Twister…."
(The crowd gives a mixed reaction as the slow, heavy intro to Audioslave's Gasoline is heard over the loudspeaker. However, no Twister comes out.)
#Houses Haunted.# #I just wanna go for a ride# #Out and on# #Before I set this room alight#
(Still no Twister)
#Left alone# #Forever and for crimes unclear# #With My patience gone# #Someone take me far from here! YEAH!#
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
(The crowd goes nuts as the sound of a vehicle revving up can be heard.)
#Burnin' that gasoline!#
(The crowd gets to their feet as a Derby car comes rolling onto the entrance ramp, bits of scrap metal hanging off the front of the machine from the earlier collision)
#Yeah. Burnin that gasoline!#
(The full car can now be seen, and Twister is definitely at the wheel. Behind him walks Dan Pollaski, grinning sheepishly, and holding two bits of. metal?)
#New day honest# #Another day in solitude# #Houses honest# #Clearly more than I can bear#
(The camera zooms in on Pollaski, and its revealed that he's holding the license plates from Jake Devins car. Grinning evilly, Dan flips the plate into the crowd, before crossing to the other side of the aisle, handing the licence plate to a kid in the first row.)
#Drag me out# #Before I set my world on fire# #With my patience gone# #The sun will never set tonight. YEAH!#
(Twister parks his car at ringside, and hops out, rolling into the ring. Nearby, he climbs a turnbuckle, and salutes the crowd, the majority of which cheer back.)
#Burnin that Gasoline!
(Twister hops down, and leans against his corner, as Pollaski climbs up on the apron, and the two begin to talk strategy)
#Yeah.. Burnin that Gasoline!#
(The music fades as Twister awaits his next opponent.)
Winstock- "Devins can't be all to happy about his car."
Taylor- "I wouldn't think so."
Winstock-" But here comes the champion"
[The arena slowly fades to darkness... as 'The Blood Brother's' "Every Breath is a Bomb" blasts over the loudspeakers. The angry blast of guitar and drums is drowned out only by the incessant screams of a rather unhappy singer...]
[It starts...]
(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral) This room is a fluorescent tomb: it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention, she's animated again, she's talking to a hypodermic reflection.
[White blasts of fiery pyrotechnic blast from either side of the rampway, as the tron shows a large white Cross... followed by his name, in blood red - 'Jonathan Cross - The Future of the WWA'.]
[He's coming...]
We've watched it all from the window ledge... the nurses offer their condolences... tounges flapping, I can't make out your tone, our hearts beat in slow motion.
[Yet another flash of white, and he appears... encircled in the remaining smoke from the bursts of light, gazing towards the ring. He gives a cocky half-smile towards the unknowing thousands in attendance... as he slowly pushes a shopping cart out with him, filled completely with random weapons.]
[He points...]
If we make it to the final scene...(fake flowers!) show me the sapphire pit (fake tomb) peel the candy crust off my body (fake flowers) throw in the brittle skeleton...(fake tomb)
[He stands upon the entranceway - raising his arms with a massively arrogant grin. The crowd reacts favorably, noticing that he's in much too high of spirits to be in the form of Demise... and to the sight of the cart.]
[Kickin' ass... takin' names... Hardcore Style.]
Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain? Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and tamed? Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?
[He starts his journey, down the ramp way, pushing the cart along with him... walking with a quick gait. He stares forward, no longer paying any attention to the fans... rather focusing on Twister and Devins in the ring.]
[He's focused...]
So doctor won't you pull the @#%$ plug? Won't you cut the cord? Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward. She's gonna make it out ok... but she's shaking like a revolution... and she stares at the fire all day... mumbling to herself..."
[He slides into the ring, under the bottom rope... leaping, with incredible agility for a large man, onto the second turnbuckle, and raising his Double Crown Title high into the air... as the crowd emits a massive roar...]
[He's ready...]
every hole has a snake in it... Every crotch is a siamese gun, every ray of sunshine hides a cancerous chime, every breath is a bomb."
[Hopping down, he slides back outside, and starts tossing random items from the shopping cart into the ring...]
Winstock- "An Mr. Cross has brought a few toys with him to ringside."
Taylor- "Not much hardcore action in the CCW."
Winstock- "An here comes the Assassin Jake Devins!"
Taylor- "Evil, evil man."
[Slowly the lights dim down as the fans stand to their feet in await of the next WWA superstar. Their whispers fill the air, as suddenly "Enter the Sandman" by Metallica starts to blare over the PA System. The fans send out a mixed reactions of boos and cheers as they hear this music, white lights flashing on and off on the stage as slowly but surley NGWAs former two time Massachusetts State Champion and former three time, not to mention last NGWA Hardcore champion and SSW's former Liberty Bell champion and former two time WWA Double Crown champion walks out onto the stage with a smirk on his face. He wears his usual ring attire consisting of black wrestling pants, two black elbow pads, and black wrist tape as he stops in the center of the stage and stares out at the fans. Jake walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he passes up a few outstretched hands and quickly slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Jake stands up and quickly jumps up onto the second rope of the turn buckle nearest him, a smirk still on his face as he looks around the crowd for a moment before he jumps off backwards and spins around in mid air landing on his feet, he quickly begins to jog in place and stretch slightly as his old music fades and the lights return to normal.]
Taylor- "Well this could definitely get interesting."
Winstock- "These three men, are all top competitors."
[Crazy anticipation pop]
Unknown Ring Announcers- "Standing to my right the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred fifteen pounds, and standing at six feet tall. He is a former WWA Tag team, as well as former WWA Double Crown champion. He is TERRENCE TWISTER THOMMPOSSONNNN!!!!!!!"
[Massive Face Pop]
Unknown Ring Announcer- "An his opponent standing to my left, weighting in at two-hundred, and forty six pounds. He stands at six foot, four inches, and is also a former WWA Double Crown champion. He is THE ASSASSIAN… JAKE DEVINS!!!!!!"
[Loud boos are heard through out the arena]
Unknown Ring Announcer- "An their opponent, the WWA DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION!!!"
[Face/Championship POP]
Unknown Ring Announcer- "Weighing in at two-hundred sixty-five pounds, he stands at six feet, eight inches tall. He is THE FUTURE OF THE WWA… JONATHAN CROSS!!!!"
[Ding Ding!!]
Winstock- "This sure is going to be one of those matches for the ages."
Taylor- "Two already great, double crown champions, and one in the making all in the same ring."
[All three men take their time getting out of their corners as Devins looks over both men with a cold stare. All three men approach the center of the ring still circling around one anther. Finally Devins make the first strike nailing, Twister with a side kick to the head. Cross wastes no time though, and clotheslines Devins right down to the mat.]
Taylor- "It is a you hit him, I'll hit you type thing."
Winstock- "Three men who really don't get along, will that distract them however from the gold itself."
[Devins makes his way back up quickly to his feet, as does Twister. Twister lunges at Devins as Jonathan Cross quietly slips out of the ring. Devins takes a swing at Twister but Twister ducked underneath nailing a spinebuster. Meanwhile outside the ring Jonathan Cross has pulled a shovel and a roll of barbwire out of his shopping cart.]
Winstock- "It would seem like Jonathan Cross is more into the hardcore part of the double crown then the TV title part."
Taylor- "Yeah I would say that shovel is a good indication."
[Back in the ring Devins has made his way back to his feet, as Twister and Devins trade shots until a head butt by Devins sends Twister stumbling backwards. Devins didn't let Twister catch his breath as he nailed a super kick sending Twister through the middle ropes unto the ring apron. Outside the ring we see that Jonathan Cross has wrapped his shovel with barbwire.]
Winstock- "Twister is in trouble in the ring. Maybe Cross should get in there, remember Cross doesn't need to be pinned to lose his belt here tonight."
Taylor- "Yeah all the men involved have to watch out for one anther in this one."
Winstock - "Thompson is on the outside of the apron looking dazed!"
Taylor - "Here comes Devins!"
[Indeed, with Twister dazed on the apron, Jake has quickly hit the opposite ropes and is sprinting back to him.. Once in range Jake leaps up CLEAR over the top rope and CLEAR over Twister, flipping over him he wraps his arms around his neck in mid air and brings him crashing down to the lower mats, DRILLING his neck off his shoulder!]
[SMMMACKKK!!]
[OOOHHH!!]
Winstock - "Sunset Neck Breaker!"
Taylor - "Damn, that had to hurt!"
[Jake Devins slowly getting up to his feet, as he starts to lay the boot on Twister. Jonathan Cross finally makes himself known in this match as he sneaks up behind Devins with the barbwire shovel.]
Winstock- "BARBWIRE SHOVEL!!!"
[SMACCCKKKK!!!!!!]
[WEAPONS POP!!!!]
Taylor- "OUCH!"
[Jonathan Cross continues to slam the barbwire wrapped shovel over the back of Jake Devins. As the Barbwire rips skin from the back of Jake Devins, Devins starts to roll away from Jonathan Cross and underneath the ring itself. Cross swings a few more times under the ring with the shovel before turning back around to be met in the face with a Super kick from Twister.]
Taylor- "SPARKSTARTER!!"
Winstock- "Jonathan Cross just got rocked."
[Twister kicks Cross so hard he sends him flying backwards. Twister still holding his neck a little, picks up Cross's head an then smashes it into the ring post. Twister beings to stomp on Cross. Twister then turns around to pick up the barbwire shovel, Twister then blasts a downed Cross in the ribs with the shovel.]
Winstock- "I am sure Jonathan Cross is regretting bringing that shovel now."
Taylor- "Yeah I would be. Twister is just giving a little pay back right now."
[Devins rolls back from out under the ring with a barbwire chair as he sneaks up from behind, Twister. Devins raises the chair over his head and slams Twister in the back of head with it.]
[THWACK!!!]
Winstock- "Looks like Jake Devins founds something to play with under the ring."
Taylor- "More dirty play in this match."
[Devins then turns his attention over to Twister, and slams the chair over his head. Jonathan's body goes limp.]
Winstock - "What in the hell is Jake grabbing underneath the ring?"
[With Cross down, Jake is rummaging on the outside of the ring.. Suddenly the fans POP like mad men when Jake staggers back a bit, and pulls out a TABLE!]
Taylor - "Well there's your answer!"
[Jake nods his head sadistically as he sets it up parallel to the side of the ring.. Jake rolls back into the ring just as Cross has gotten into the ring, and to his feet.]
Winstock - "By god.. This is going to get very sick, very soon!"
[Jake waits for Jon to stagger to him, and once he does..]
[CUUURRACKKK!!]
[OOHH!]
Taylor - "CHAAAIIIR SHOT!"
Winstock - "Not just any chair shot, remember.. that chair is wrapped in barbed wire! Jonathan is bleeding even more than before!"
[Cross rolls over, and to the urging of Jake, he surprisingly stands up!]
[But only for a split second..]
[CUUURRACCKKK!!]
[OOH!]
Taylor - "And another to the back of the head!"
[CRACK!]
[CRACK!]
[CRACK!]
[CRACK!]
Winstock - "Devins unleashing the shots to Cross's back!"
[Jake suddenly tears the barbed wire from the chair, wraps it around his hands, and steps over Jonathan, wrapping the wire across his neck and pulling back!]
Taylor - "AH!"
Winstock - "This is just sick! Jake is choking Cross out with barbed wire, you can see the blood oozing out from where the wire is cutting in!"
[Jake suddenly releases the choke, just as it looks like Cross is about to pass out, and throws the barbed wire aside. From here, he pulls the bloody, limp Jonathan to his feet, and throws him to the nearest turnbuckle to the table.]
[ANTICIPATION POP!]
Taylor - "We're going up top!"
Winstock - "Oh man.."
[Jake pulls Cross to the top, and quickly follows.. Once there the two men wobble up top, Jake raking the bloody eyes of Cross and kneeing him in the groin two times before pulling him in a standing headscissors!]
Taylor - "WHHOOO!!"
[Jake wraps his arms around the hips of Cross, Cross with a shot to the nuts, Devins releases the hold as Cross gives him a good shove.]
*FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
*FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
Winstock - "Ohhhh"
[CCUUURRACCCCKKKK!]
[SMMACCKK!]
[HOOOOLLYYYY SHITTTT!!]
Taylor - "MY GOD!!!!!"
Winstock - "THE FANS CAN'T BELIEVE IT.. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"
Taylor - "WHAT A DROP.. THROUGH A TABLE FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE LOWER MATS!"
Winstock - "How is JONATHAN CROSS STILL ALIVE!!!!"
[Devins is laid out through the table on the floor, as Jonathan Cross sits atop the top turnbuckle dazing out the blood still dripping down his neck. Thompson finally rolls back into the ring. Twister looks towards Cross who is sitting on the top turnbuckle, and makes a mad dash for him almost leaping up the turnbuckles grabbing hold of Jonathan Cross's head nailed a huge super DDT]
*FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
*FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
FLASH*FLASH*
Taylor- "WOW JONATHAN CROSS TAKING PUNISHMENT!!!"
Winstock- "Twister just nailed a huge super DDT… Devins is laid out outside."
[Twister hooks the leg for the pin.]
Winstock- "This could be the end of the line right here."
Taylor- "Jonathan Cross has to be done by now."
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ONE!!!
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TWO!!!!!
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THREE!!!!!!
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NOO!!!!!
Winstock- "HE GOT HIS SHOUDLER UP!!!! HE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!!"
Taylor- "HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT!!!"
[Twister picks Cross up by the head, and throws him into the corner. Twister takes a step back and then charges in. Cross comes to life putting a boot right into the face of Twister. Twister stumbles backwards, and Cross charges out of the corner with a clothesline both men fall down.]
Winstock- "It looks like this match is going to go on for ever."
Taylor- "There is some force driving Jonathan Cross not to stay down."
[Cross, and Twister both get up to their feet at the same time, Cross picks up his leg and plants a boot right in the face of Twister sending him down to the mat. Cross stumbles over towards the barbwire that was around his neck, and picks it up.]
Taylor- "CROSS AND BARBWIRE ARE BAD!"
Winstock- "None of these guys are going to win a beauty pageant after this match."
[Cross grabs Thompson by the hair, yanking his head back forcefully... before raking the barbed wire across it. It's not long before the small spots of crimson, become torrential rivers of blood, flowing down the face of Twister.]
Taylor- "Jonathan is removing his vision, a genius strategy!"
Winstock- "Or maybe he's just raking barbed wire across Twister's face - there's something to be said for that too, you know."
[Devins breaks up the arrangement, with a well-placed dropkick... sending Jonathan tumbling forward into the ropes. Jake charges, but Jonathan ducks the lariat... landing a kick to the gut, followed by...]
Winstock- "DANCE WITH THE DEVIL!"
Taylor- "Cross lands his aptly named swinging neck breaker! Riled up, he goes for the pin..."
ONEE!!!!
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TWO!!!!!
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THRRR NOOOO!!!!!!!
Winstock- "Twister breaks it up!"
Taylor- "This match is just a total, mess."
[Twister lands a kick to the gut to Cross, and then nails a nasty looking X-factor]
Winstock- "Head on Collision !!!"
Taylor- "Twister goes for the pin."
[Twister rolls Jonathan over, and hooks the leg.]
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Winstock- "Jake Devins able to keep this match from ending right here."
Taylor- "Sure is lucky because that could have been it."
[Twister, and Devins start brawling it out when Twister ducks underneath a Jake Devins' roundhouse, Twister nails a leg sweep taking Jake Devins down to the floor. Devins gets right back up however, and Twister plants him with a drop kick Devins starts to stumble backwards. Twister gets up, and nails Jake in the knee with a running drop kick. Devins goes down holding his knee as Twister goes to the top rope.]
Winstock- "Twister is going to fly!"
Taylor- "Pollaski is going for something inside the derby car"
Winstock- "Its Twisters derby helmet!"
[Dan throws the helmet to Twister who is on the top rope. Twister buckles the helmet as he leaps off the top rope.]
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Winstock- "BLACK FLAG!!!!"
Taylor- "THAT SHOULD BE IT THAT WAS INSANE!!!"
Winstock- "THOMPSON JUST NAILED HIS 450 DEGREE HEADBUTT WITH A HELMET ON!!!"
[Twister rolling over onto his back unbuckling the helmet.]
Winstock- "Jonathan Cross is UP!"
Taylor- "Look out Twister!"
[Cross is up, as he picks Devins up by the head, as him and Twister look at each other. Cross gives Twister a thumbs up, as Thompson ascends the turnbuckles... his face, a messy mask of blood. He wipes his eyes, standing on the top, as Jonathan Cross lifts Jake Devins up onto his shoulders, in backbreaker fashion...]
Winstock- "Teamwork?"
Taylor- "Naw, they just both hate Devins... can't blame 'em, really..."
[Twister launches off, but rather than going for a leaping leg drop... he sends a missile dropkick directly to Jonathan's head! Jonathan falls, bringing Devins down awkwardly.]
Winstock- "GOLD!!! GOLD!!! IT'S ALL ABOUT GOLD!!!"
Taylor- "OH MY"
[Devins slowly makes his way back up to his feet as Twister grabs Jake from behind around the waist and suplexs him right over Jonathan Cross' body. Devins shoulders lay on the mat, as his lower back lays on the chest of Cross.]
Winstock- "WOW DEVINS NECK IS BENT BACK!"
Taylor- "LOOK AT HOW DEVINS NECK IS BENT FROM THAT ONE!!"
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Winstock- "He did it Twister has regained the title!!! "
Taylor- "Twister is celebrating in the ring with Dan Pollaski."
[Twister raises his hands in the air in victory, as the ref hands him the Double Crown title.]
Unknown Ring Announcer- "LADIES, AND GENTLEMEN YOU'RE WINNER AND NEWW DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION TERRENCE TWISTER THOMPSON!!!"
[There is some commotion at ringside, when anther ref goes over to the ring announcer and whispers something in his ear.]
Winstock- "What the hell is happening down there!"
Taylor- "Not a clue."
Unknown Ring Announcer- "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE MISTAKE BUT… UPON FURTHER REVIEW THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… AND NEW WWA DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION JAKKKEEE DEVVVINNSSS!!!!!"
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Winstock- "What the hell?"
Taylor- "We are being told now that Devins technically had Jonathan Cross' shoulders down."
Winstock- "Lucky son of a bitch."
[Jake Devins is laying on the floor clutching the belt as Twister is irate in the ring. Jonathan Cross is finally getting back up to his feet.]
Winstock- "This is very confusing"
[Suddenly, red and white pyro bursts up from both sides of the stage.]
[As The Stooges' classic 'Search And Destroy' hits the speakers, the crowd give a MASSIVE roar and a standing ovation as Oroku Saki confidently strides out from the backstage.]
Saki- "Upon my own review of the tapes I, as well as the Board of Directors have made a ruling."
[Cross, and Twister leaning on the ropes staring intensely at Saki while Jake Devins holds his neck on the floor clutching his title.]
Saki- "The board of directors has ruled that the only far thing to do in this situation is that this contest is ruled a NO CONTEST!"
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Saki- "Jonathan Cross shall retain the title by default."
[Cross rips the Double Crown title out of Jake Devins hands, as Twister leaves angry as hell up the ramp.]

Manifest
Destiny (c) Vs. James Keiler & Azreal
World Tag Team Championships
Winstock - Well
up next it's the WWA World Tag Team Title's on the line.
Taylor - CCW's
own James Keiler tagging with former WWA World Cruiserweight Champion,
Azrael.
Winstock -
They're trying to take the WWA World Tag Team Title's from Syndicate of Evil's
Manifest Destiny. Brigham Smith and
Seth Maverick have been tag champions for a couple of months now having taken
the titles from the Dark One's in PNW.
Taylor -
Yeah. But Keiler has been here and
done this before, as part of Shaken Not Stirred who were in their time Multi
Regional Tag Champs as well as World Tag Team Champions.
Winstock - But
this is the first time Keiler and Azrael will have tagged. So it'll be interesting to see how this
one works out.
Announcer -
Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWA
World Tag Team Titles. Introducing
first one half of the team Mutual Benefit weighing in at 224 lbs and hailing
from Huddersfield, England... JAAAAAAYYYY-MMMMEEEEESSSSSS
KKKEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
[The
lights die, not dim die. The guitar entrance of the Libertines "Boy's in the
Bad" kicks ]
[On the
video wall scrolling words begin.]
Lock
Up
Your
Ladies
[Until
the vocals start,]
~# You
walk in like you never seen the light,
You walk
in like it every night,
But I've
never seen you dance and I never heard you sing,
So how
could it mean a single thing? #~
~#
It's all so rudimentary #~
[A
single spotlight finds James Keiler on the ramp, slightly head banging, slightly
dancing, before he becomes still and opens his arms out, and spins around a few
times.]
~# You're
talking like your handy in a fight,
You talk
about it every night,
But I've
never seen those flowers in the barrell of your gun,
All I've
ever seen you do is run, #~
~# It's
nice of you to mention #~
[The
Sleazter is dressed in a pair of baggy flared black full length leather
trousers, with white boots just peeping out underneath.]
~# But
tell me baby how does it feel?
I know
you like the roll of the limousine wheel yeah
And they
all get them out for (- they all get them out)
For the
boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They
twist and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For the
boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band) #
[James
heads towards the ring, slowly making his way down the ramp playing up to
several female fans along the ramp way. Green lights start to fade back up.]
~# You
walk in like you never seen the light
You walk
in like it every night
But then
I stopped to think and I asked myself 'why?'
It's one
of those things that darling you must try #~
~# It's
all so rudimentary #~
[With
the arena now bathed in green Keiler reaches the ring and slides in mounting a
turnbuckle to acknowledge the support of his home town CCW fans.]
~# And
now I'm jealous I'm jealous of my own
I've no
homestead but through these hearts I will roam yeah
They all
get them out (- they all get them out)
For the
boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They
scream and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For they
boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band) #~
[Keiler
jumps down, tests the ropes elasticity before having a few words with the
referee. Keiler goes to his corner,
awaiting Manifest Destiny and Azrael's introduction.]
Winstock - Keiler
and his long term tag partner were well and truly screwed in AWU a few weeks ago
as the SOE insisted on a Secret Santa Match, then Misty Xaio distracted Keiler,
knocking him out backstage and took his part in the match.
Taylor - How did
Galweigh not know?
Winstock -
Because the SOE insisted that as part of the stipulations that all competitors
must wear a Full Santa's outfit.
Taylor - Oh
boy!
Winstock - So
under a red hood and a white beard, Galweigh didn't notice.
Announcer - And
his partner from parts unknown weighing in at 200 lbs... "The Angel"
AZZZZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
["Suffer" by
Staind erupts from the PA system as Azrael walks from the back through a thick
haze of blue tinted smoke, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching the faces of
the people for their reactions.]
The more you
see the more you do
The
television's feeding you
Write what you
want to hear, anger and fear
because you
suffer the hate you feel won't go away
you're all
programmed to feel this way to live
another day
within a world that loves to suffer
[Azrael is clad
in blue and black full body wrestling gear with blue and black boots and a blue
and black mask with his long white hair hanging halfway down his back, streaked
with bright blue highlights. The blue and white strobe lights mixing with the
thick blue and gray fog rolling down the ramp combine to form an illusion much
like the ocean before a storm with Azrael blending right in. The flash of
cameras as he walks down the aisle illuminate the bright blue eyes behind the
mask, eyes which are focused and full of intensity as they lock upon the ring.
For the few fans who reach out to him, Azrael moves closer to the sides,
slapping hands with them as he continues on down to the ring.]
And then I come
to find everything's O.K.
seen this all
before but that was yesterday
try to walk
right through the messes that I've made
Just let me
enjoy the life here that I've made
[Once he gets
down to the ring, Azrael, leaps up onto the ring apron and summersaults over the
top rope to stand inside the ring, raises his arms in the air as he turns to
each side of the ring to acknowledge the fans as the last notes of his music
fade away.]
[Azrael and
Keiler shake hands and talk a few last minute tactics.]
Taylor - Azrael
only recently returning to action after some time out, doing we don't know
what. But he's been active down in
the Bayou recently and if we're to believe Keiler the two had some great
sessions down their as they prepared for this match.
Winstock - But
will they be prepared enough
Taylor - Who
knows.
[The opening
vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...]
[On the jumbotron
appears a vast mountainous landscape. The view sweeps at enormous speed across
rocky steppes, river valleys, and sheer cliffs, approaching a flat peak. Two
figures, tiny at a distance but growing larger as the shot zooms in, stand with
arms folded, surveying the world around them with the imperious air of
conquerors.]
[Two words strobe
over this image: MANIFEST DESTINY.]
[Blue and white
pyro explodes from the stage, and those same two figures stride out onto the
ramp: Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith. Almost immediately,
the fans are booing them relentlessly.]
[Maverick is tall
and muscular, sporting a head of messy, shoulder-length black hair and an
unshaven face. He wears black khaki pants with "MAVERICK" down the left leg in
silver letters, black boots, and white tape on his fists. Smith -- smaller but
lithe in appearance -- is clad in short blue-and-white tights, white pads and
boots. He also wears a hooded vest that is blue in front, white in back with the
initials "TSM" written in blue; the hood is pulled over his short unkempt brown
hair. Tucked under his arm is a leather-bound edition of the Book of
Mormon.]
[Behind them
appears two men: one large and stocky, dressed in a crisp white ship captain's
uniform, the other tall and lean, and dressed like a cowboy -- their Syndicate
colleagues, The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon. Slung over their shoulders are the PNW
and WWA Tag Titles. Together, the
four men stride purposefully down the ramp...]
Announcer - Now
coming to the ring, accompanied by The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon... At a
combined weight of 485 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... The PNW and WWA World Tag Team
Champions... Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith -- MANIFEST
DESTINY!
[Amid loud
jeering, the foursome enters the ringside area. The Skipper and Ash remain on
the floor while Smith and Maverick slip into the ring. Seth goes to his team's
corner and leans listlessly against the turnbuckles. Meanwhile, Brigham stands
in the center of the ring, accepts a microphone from the ring announcer, and
addresses the crowd...]
Brigham: Good
evening, Brothers and Sisters.
Tonight I bring to you a story about faith and trust. In the Book of Daniel of the Old
Testament, Nebuchadnezzar creates a golden image and commands all men to worship
it. Shadrach, Meshach, and
Abed-nego refuse and are cast into the fiery furnace. The Son of God preserves them, and they
come forth unharmed. I'll now read
Daniel Chapter 3, Verses 27 and 28.
[He opens his
Book of Mormon and looks down. Some distinct jeering from the crowd is audible,
but there's no dampening Brigham Smith's spirit.]
Brigham: "And the
princes, governors, and captains, and the king's counsellors, being gathered
together, saw these men, upon whose bodies the fire had no power, nor was an
hair of their head singed, neither were their coats changed, nor the smell of
fire had passed on them."
[Smith looks up
and snaps his book shut as he finishes...]
Brigham: "Then
Nebuchadnezzar spake, and said, Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and
Abed-nego, who hath sent his angel, and delivered his servants that trusted in
him." [Looking across to Keiler and
Azrael] Will you men truly be able
to put your trust into each other tonight?
Will you be delivered from the flame, or will you burn for your lack of
faith? [Pause, putting on a small
grin] I say these things in the
name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
[Ignoring the
deluge of boos washing down on the ring, Smith hands the mic back to the
dumbfounded ring announcer and goes to join Maverick in his corner but gets cut
off with a chop block by Keiler.
Maverick comes in but gets caught with a springboard dropkick by
Azrael..]
Winstock - That
guy is a royal pain in the ass. And
deserved that.
[Maverick
staggers trying to gain his balance, but ends up flying over the top rope.]
Taylor - Quick
start, Maverick's height his undoing there, big man stagger easily.
[Keiler pulls
Smith back to his feet and hit's a couple of martial arts palm strikes to the
chin pulling Smith in Keiler takes him over with a Snap Suplex, Azrael hit's the
ropes and lands with a legdrop across the face of Smith as Keielr rolls to the
apron.]
Winstock - Seems
as though we have Azrael and Brigham Smith starting this thing off even if
that's not what Manifest Destiny had planned.
[Azrael pulls
Smith back to his feet and delivers several roundhouse kicks to the knee, Azrael
backs into the ropes and comes back with a Dropkick to the knee sending Smith
down to one knee. Azrael delivers a
roundhouse to the back of the head which sends Smith down on his stomach. Azrael then applies a Reverse Crucifix
Kneebar.]
Taylor - Looks as
though Azrael and Keiler's plan is to take out the knee's of Brigham Smith.
[Maverick pulls
himself back up onto the apron and is in quick with a stomp to the face of
Azrael breaking the hold before being forced out of the ring by the
referee.]
Winstock -
Maverick not afraid to bend the rules.
Makes the save.
[Azrael makes the
tag to Keiler, Smith makes it back to his feet. And the two circle before coming in for
the collar and elbow tie up. Keiler
goes behind with a Hammerlock, Smith ducks behind counters applying a Hammerlock
of his own.]
Taylor - Keiler
and Smith virtually identical in size.
Winstock - Smith
an inch taller, Keiler a few pounds heavier.
[Keiler tries to
duck behind in a reversal of his own but can't, Smith blocks it. Keiler swings an elbow into the face of
Smith that forces the release and Smith takes a few steps backwards.]
Taylor - That's
always a way to escape if no other comes into fruition.
[The two come in
for the tie up again, the two push and shove each other, Keiler eventually
pushes Smith back into the ropes, before shooting him forward across the
ring. Smith grabs the top rope as
Keiler was setting himself, Keiler with a sarcastic clap calls Smith in and the
two tie up again.]
Winstock - Bit of
Psychology there from Keiler.
[Smith this time
goes behind into a Hammerlock and avoids the swinging elbow attempt by Keiler,
Smith then applies a Sidehead lock and takes Keiler down to one knee.]
Taylor - Doubt
it'll effect Smith. He's pretty
much so far up his own ass that he'd barely notice.
[Keiler tries to
shove Smith off but Smith keeps the headlock applied.]
Winstock - Smith
trying to wear Keiler down here.
[Smith again
avoids the shove off attempt, Keiler buries a couple of forearms into the base
of Smith's spin, with little effect.]
Taylor - Keiler
looking for a way out, but not finding it as yet.
[Smith is lifted
up by Keiler and dropped with an Atomic Drop.]
Winstock -
That'll do it.
[Smith gets
nailed with a clothesline from behind which takes him down, Keiler looks to take
advantage but Smith quickly counters, spinning over and taking Keiler down into
a Drop Toe Hold.]
Taylor - Not only
similar in size but also in style.
[Smith tries to
apply an STF, Keiler though see's it coming and quickly rolls through, sending
Smith over. The two get back to
their feet and tie up again. Keiler
goes behind applying a Hammerlock and then quickly drops down and takes Smith
over with a Single Leg Pick up.
Smith gets his hair mockingly ruffled by Keiler before Keiler stomps away
at Smith.]
Winstock - Again
Keiler trying to play some psychological game with Smith.
[Keiler pulls
Smith to his feet and pulls him catches him with a Belly to Belly Kneebreaker
Drop, Keiler holds onto the leg and sends Smith flying towards his own corner,
then with Smith in a seated position Keiler nails him with a Dropkick to the
back of the head.]
..Pop..
Taylor - Keiler
getting Jaw jacked by Maverick as he gets back to his feet.
[Keiler calls to
Maverick to make the tag, slapping his hands and calling him into the ring. Manifest Destiny oblige, and Maverick
steps into the ring.]
Winstock - Well
I'm not sure that was wise.
Taylor - Well
James got whipped repeatedly by Maverick during that Secret Santa match in AWU I
guess he's looking for some retribution.
[Maverick comes
straight at Keiler and the two tie up, Maverick shoves Keiler to the canvas and
looks for a stomp by Keiler rolls out the way and pops back to his feet and
begins to circle Maverick.]
Winstock - That
first tie up didn't go according to plan for the CCW Competitor.
[The two come in
for the tie up, Maverick starts to back Keiler towards the ropes, but Keiler
drops behind and applies a Wristlock.
Maverick unable to counter, due to his size, Keiler drops down and rolls
Maverick up.]
Taylor - Roll
up.
[..1..]
[..2..]
[..Kick
out..]
Taylor -
Maverick's the biggest guy in this match by 60 odds lbs and used his strength to
power out right there.
[The two come
back to their feet and come in for the tie up, but Maverick nails Keiler with
several forearms to the face driving him backwards into the corner. Maverick continues to lay in several
Forearms, before a a thumb to throat chokehold is applied by Maverick.]
Winstock - Like
we said before Maverick isn't a man for the rules.
[The referee
counts to five before Maverick releases.
Maverick boots Keiler in the gut and grabs his head nailing him with a
DDT.]
Taylor - But the
guy gets the job done, no doubt about that.
[Maverick pulls
Keiler back to his feet and whips him across the ring into the turnbuckle
following in with a clothesline that sends Keiler down. Maverick pulls Keiler back to his feet
and chokes him over the top rope.]
Winstock - Not
endearing himself to the fans of Canadian Championship Wrestling though is
he?
[After the count
of Five Maverick pulls Keiler out of the corner and whips him to the ropes,
Keiler rebounds into a Running Kneesmash.]
Taylor - And
Maverick tags Brigham Smith back in.
[Maverick pulls
Keiler back up and hit's a Belly to Back Suplex, Smith pounces to the top
rope..
_BUMP_
..pop..
Winstock - Nice
double team by the World Tag Team Champions there.
[Maverick makes
his way to the apron, Smith pulls Keiler back to his feet and take shim back
down with a Swinging Neckbreaker, Smith continues the assault with several
stomps before Keiler is hauled back to his feet again and nailed with a
Fisherman Suplex.]
Taylor - Here
were seeing the quick fire offense of the Blue Chipper, the Stormin Mormon
Brigham Smith, has a great amateur background I'm sure.
[Smith waits for
Keiler to get back to his feet before running in and kicking him squarely in the
calf. Smith makes the tag to
Maverick. Maverick pulls Keiler
back to his feet and whips him towards Smith who takes Keiler down with a Yakuza
Kick.]
Winstock - The
World Tag Champions doing a great job of isolating James Keiler here, that's
what they must do. Always keeping a
fresh man in the ring.
[Maverick pulls
Keiler back up and hit's am Inverted Suplex. Keiler is pulled back up by Maverick and
whipped to the ropes, Keiler rebounds into a Spinebuster from Maverick and the
SOE member covers.]
Taylor -
Cover....
[..1..]
[..2..]
[..Noooo..]
Winstock - Keiler
gets a shoulder up, but what he could really do with is a tag to his tag
partner.
[Maverick with a
handful of hair pulls Keiler back to his feet, Keiler is caught with a couple of
right hands to the face. Maverick
with a discuss punch staggers Keiler backwards before booting Keiler squarely in
the gut and pulls Keiler toward himself and hit's a Sit Our Crucifix
Powerbomb.]
Taylor - Quickly
executed move there by the big man.
[Maverick
covers.]
[..One..]
[..Two..]
[..Noooo..]
Winstock - Again
Keiler able to roll a shoulder off the canvas.
[Maverick pulls
Keiler back to his feet and send him to the corner. Maverick comes in with several forearms
to the face. Keiler counters with a
Pal to the Nose and a European Uppercut.
Maverick is staggered backwards.]
Taylor - I think
that caught Maverick as much by surprise as anything.
[Keiler quickly
springboards and sends Maverick down with a Spinning Heel Kick to the back of
the head.]
Winstock - And
finally Keiler makes the tag to Azrael.