WWA Shockwave 2004

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

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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!]

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.]

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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]

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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."

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!

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!!!!

TWO!!!!!

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.]

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

DEVINS WITH A KNEE DROP TO THE BACK OF TWISTERS HEAD!!!

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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[450 Degrees Later…]

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!!"

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREEE!!!!!!

DING DING DING!!!

[MEGA FACE POP]

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!!!!!"

[MEGA HEEL POP]

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"

BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!

[Suddenly, red and white pyro bursts up from both sides of the stage.]

# I'm a streetwalkin' cheetah with a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin' to destroy #

[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!"

[HUHHHH!!!]

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

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..

..Smith hit's a Legdrop across the face of Keiler.]

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.

..Pop..