LETNER: Oh stop it, you are too kind.

EDGEBROOK: True.

KING: ANYWAY!!! Jason Stallion and Jake Cage are the Main Event and they DESERVE to be Main Event. After all, they are Team NWA.

TIMMONS: AMEN BROTHER!!!

BODIN: You both are idiots.

EDGEBROOK: Sorry about Mike here.

BODIN: That's okay. Now if you BJWC guys excuse me, unfortunately Richard and I have a match to call.

EDGEBROOK: Be my guest.

BODIN: And now for our second match, Adam Young vs. Insomniac.

ADAM YOUNG vs. INSOMNIAC
BJWC vs. NWF MATCH

[Young is already in the ring awaiting the arrival of Insomniac. ["Brain Stew" blasts over the speakers and the crowd isn't sure whether to boo or cheer. The thin pale man dressed in a pair of long black jean shorts and a custom cut Insomniac T-Shirt, slowly creeps towards the squared circle. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and sits on the canvas, rocking back and forth for a few moments before tiredly standing up with a stumble. The straggly man with the cancer-like baldness removes his shirt and finds a comfortable spot in the corner to sit down before the match begins.]

[Insomniac is jolted out of his slumber by the sound of the bell. Young comes up to Insomniac and immediately chops him in the chest. Young continues to tee off on Insomniac forcing the referee to come over and call for the break. Young breaks cleanly. Insomniac turns Young into the corner and starts chopping away at him.]

[The referee finally manages to pull Insomniac off Young. Insomniac immediately rushes forward again and hits a huge clothesline knocking Young back into the turnbuckle. Insomniac places Young on the top rope and climbs up after him. Young punches Insomniac off the turnbuckle and then hits a missile dropkick before covering.]<br>

Kickout!

BODIN: Wow. That was closer than Insomniac would like to admit.

[Young pulls Insomniac to his feet and whips him towards the opposite corner. Young rushes in after him and blasts him with a clothesline. Young again grabs Insomniac and whips him towards the opposite corner and follows him in a second time and blasts him with a second clothesline. He turns him around in the corner and lifts him up onto his shoulders in a torture rack position. Young moves towards the center of the ring and then launches Insomniac around with a hanging vertical suplex.]

BODIN: What a move!

[Young covers again.]

KICKOUT!

KING: I am amazed at how a man like Insomniac just kicked out of that.

[Young, starting to get irritated, jerks Insomniac to his feet by the hair. Young whips him into another turnbuckle and follows him. Insomniac quickly manages to grab Young and turn him around. Insomniac places Young on the top rope and climbs up after him.]

[Once again, Young punches Insomniac off the turnbuckle. But this time, when Insomniac lands her runs up to Young, and hits the Sleepless off the top rope.]

BODIN: Oh my God! This one has to be over!

[Insomniac covers.]

2...

3!!!

BODIN: And Insomniac gets the win!

{Scene cuts to the back where we see President Letner walking through the hall with Lana Taylor, his assistant and brother's girlfriend}

LETNER: Call Patrick Ross and tell him that Jackson Dane will be facing Jake Cage at the next show, for the NWA North American Title.

TAYLOR: Yes, Mr. Letner.

LETNER: And then while you are on the phone with him, find out if he figured out who I have to face in the SCCW to defend the NWA World Television Title.

{Both of them stop in front of Letner's office, to find smoke coming out from under the door}

LETNER: What the?

{Letner opens the door to see White Wolf sitting on his desk, with an incense burning in front of him. White Wolf is meditating}

LETNER: What the hell do you think you are doing in here?

{White Wolf opens his eyes}

WOLF: I have come here at the request of my Great Creator.

{White Wolf hops off the desk and stands up}

WOLF: You have been one of the most impure things ever to be brought into this world. With your impurities bouncing from Cyris to Letner, it's almost as if you can smell it.

{White Wolf walks up to Letner and takes a deep breath}

LETNER: Listen here freak, I don't know what you think you are doing...but get the HELL out of my office.

{White Wolf looks at Letner}

LETNER: Now...or you will be fighting evil from outside the GLWA doors.

WOLF: Be ready, Mr. Letner...my destiny pushes for the destruction of evil. And I see evil in your soul. Be warned.

{White Wolf walks out of the office, closing the door behind him}

WHACK!!!

{The camera pans out to show a burn mark on the back of White Wolf's white shirt as The Red Dragon stands behind him}

DRAGON: Pure good, meet pure evil.

{Dragon raises the flaming chair in his hands, but the door flies open and Letner is standing there}

LETNER: If you do that again, your next interaction with a steel chair...will be sitting in one, in the unemployment office.

{Red Dragon flips Letner off, drops the chair and walks away}

LETNER: Lana...can you get a paramedic over here, to see if Mr. Mingan is okay?

TAYLOR: Sure thing, Mr. Letner.

LETNER: And Lana...call me Robert.

TAYLOR: Sure thing...Robert.

{Letner looks at White Wolf who is barely moving on the pavement}

{Cut to the BJWC announcers}

EDGEBROOK: Now that Red Dragon guy, disgusts me.

TIMMONS: I think he is cool.

KING: He's my hero.

BODIN: Oh god, help me.

LIGHTNING vs. NIGHTMAREBJWC vs. NWF MATCH

[Meaning of Life, by disturbed begins to play as Lightning walks out from behind the curtain and begins to come to the ring.]

EDGEBROOK: Here comes Lightning.

EDGEBROOK: Mike! Try to use at least some professionalism.

TIMMONS: Is professionalism even a word?

[Suddenly the lights go out as "Let it Out" by Hoobastank begins to bare over the PA system.]

[This is ours, we made it with our everything
Something real, as real as it could ever be
You gave me all of yourself, I gave you all of me
Now set it free from yourself, for everyone to see.]

Twin spotlights hit the stage as Nightmare bounces out of the back.]

[I'm not afraid to let it out
I'm gonna show you how I feel
I'm not afraid to let it out
(who cares if you dont like it)
(if you don't like it)]

[Go ahead, you know just what you want to do
Don't deny, you feel cause I feel it to
Take a look all around, you'll feel it in the air
From the sky to the ground, I feel it everywhere]

[Nightmare begins to walk to the ring.]

[I'm not afraid to let it out
I'm gonna show you how I feel
I'm not afraid to let it out
(who cares if you don�t like it)
I'm not afraid to let it out
I'm gonna show you how I feel
I'm not afraid to let it out
To let it out
(who cares if you don't like it)
(who cares if you don't like it)
(who cares if you don't like it)(who cares if you don't like it)]

[Nightmare slides into the ring under the bottom rope.]

[This is ours, we made it with our everything
Something real, as real as it could ever be
You gave me all of yourself, I gave you all of me
Now set it free from yourself, for everyone to see]

[Nightmare jumps up onto a turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air, basking in the cheers of the fans.]

[I'm not afraid to let it out
I'm gonna show you how I'm free
I'm not afraid to let it out
(who cares if you don�t like it)
I'm not afraid to let it out
I'm gonna show you how I'm free
I'm not afraid to let it out
To let it out
To let it out
To let it out
(who cares if you don't like it)
(if you don't like it)
(if you don't like it)]

[Lightning goes to tie up with Nightmare, but Nightmare backs out of the grapple.]

[Lightning leans in towards Nightmare. Nightmare extends his arms to grapple with Lightning, but instead of grappling Nightmare grabs her head and kisses her. The fans roar with appreciation.]

[Lightning draws away as quickly as she can. Nightmare smirks at Lightning, but that turns out to be a bad idea as Lightning slaps him across the face drawing a slight pop from the crowd.]

EDGEBROOK: That might have been a bad idea by Nightmare.

[Lightning attempts to kick Nightmare, but Nightmare catches her foot and spins her around before hitting a picture perfect dropkick taking Lightning down. Wasting no time, Nightmare hops on Lightning and locks in a headlock. Lightning fights her way to her feet and throws Nightmare off. Nightmare lands on his feet and charges at Lightning hitting a clothesline.]

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare is really controlling this match here in the early going.

[Nightmare pulls Lightning to her feet and whips her into the ropes. On the way back, Nightmare hits a huge side slam before covering.]

2...

Kickout

TIMMONS: Wow! What a move!

[Nightmare quickly locks in the Restless Sleep Dragon Sleeper hold. Lightning begins to fade and the referee checks on her.]

1...

2...

[Nightmare pulls Lightning back up to her feet and pulls her up into suplex. On the way down, Nightmare changes position and turns the suplex into a neckbreaker on the way down.]

[Instead of pinning Lightning, Nightmare reaches down and rips of her shirt. Her pants follow. The crowd roars in appreciation as Nightmare actually looks embarrassed. This probably has something to do with the fact that Lightning had nothing on under her shirt and pants.]

TIMMONS: Yes! Nightmare, on behalf of everyone here, THANK YOU!

1...

3!!!

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare wins!

TIMMONS: And so did we. Nightmare gave the fans a show! I love it!

{Cut to the Team NWA locker room where all three of them are sitting at a table}

CAGE: What are we going to do about this situation?

STALLION: Maybe Dane can lay down for you.

DANE: Like hell I will. Sorry Jake, but this match is important. We are still Team NWA, but once we step in that ring...it's each man for himself.

{Jake and Jason look at Dane with a look of shock}

DANE: Now if you two excuse me, I have to start getting ready for my match.

{Jackson Dane stands up with his BJWC 'Main Event' Title, and leaves the room}

CAGE: I can't believe he just said that.

STALLION: I would certainly lay down for a fellow NWA member, for him to keep the title.

CAGE: Including me?

{Jason shoots Jake a look}

STALLION: ...

CAGE: Didn't think so.

{Cut to the ring}

KING: Damn Dane, no respect.

EDGEBROOK: You are a complete ass, you know that?

KING: Better to be one, to look like one.

BODIN: ANYWAY!!! Okay folks, we have Eric Scott backstage with Acid and Ace Slaughter. Take it away, Eric.

ERIC: "Thank you, Joe. I`m standing here with Acid and 'Superstar' Ace Slaughter.

{The crowd screams and cheers, as the giant screen shows the crowd of Acid and Ace Slaughter, standing beside Eric Scott. Ace on right and Acid is on the left side of Eric}

ERIC: "I`m here with Ace Slaughter and Acid and tonight...

ACE: In my hometown... Where my Maniax!?!?!

{The very foundation of the St. Pete Times Forum shook from the echoes of the screaming crowd}

ERIC: Tonight you two, let`s say for argument purposes, are basically being forced to tag together. Ace you and your partner Super Stu were supposed to face Acid and his partner, to determine the number one contender for the tag champions, But, it was decided that for you, Acid to team up with Ace and go after the Cage Brothers for the GLWA Tag Team Championships.

ACID: First, I would like to say is... ACE!! You look extra American tonight...

{Ace slaughter stands with his hands on his waist. He has his head turned to the right. Ace Slaughter grins}

ACID: What gives?!?

ACE: What gives, you ask, Citizen Acid. By the way, it`s important to say no!! Say no to Acid!! Acid will mess you up!! It will make you see things. Like trails. Everyone likes trails.

ERIC: ACE!!

BODIN: Just say no, Ace. Just say no.

ACE: Tonight, Ace Slaughter and Acid will step into the ring with the champs, Jake Cage and Jason Stallions.

ACID: Their short title reign will come to an end, tonight when we take those tag belts away from the Cage Brothers.

ERIC: You DO realize that the champs will put up a huge fight to keep the gold around THEIR waists??

ACE: We know, everyone in Tampa, Florida...

{The crowd cheers}

ACE: ...would love to see the Cage Brothers lose tonight. Aint that right, Tampa BA-A-AY!?!?!

CROWD: ACE!! ACE!! ACE!! ACE!! ACE!! ACE!! ACE!!

ACID: Tonight, the era of the Cage Brothers stops tonight!! The legacy of the tag team of Acid and Ace Slaughter will starts tonight!!

ACE: That`s right!! BECAUSE, IF YOU LIKE US OR YOU DON`T LIKE US, EVERYONE IS GONNA LEARN TO RESPECT US!! BECAUSE, ACE SLAUGHTER AND ACID ARE GONNA KICK SOME ASS AND CAPTURE SOME CHAMPIONSHIP GOLD!! Choke on that Cage Brothers!!

{Acid and Ace Slaughter leaves the interview}

{Cut to ring, where Joe Bodin and Richard King are standing by}

KING: And that wacko is in the NWF? Good lord, someone help us.

BODIN: Sometimes he can be the nicest guy, others...he is so mean.

KING: Speaking of wacko's...a NWF sanctioned match is up next.

WHITE WOLF vs. DRAVEN XAIVER
NWF 'GOOD vs. EVIL' MATCH

BODIN: And here comes that moron Draven Xaiver. He has REALLY fallen out of everyone's scope.

{Draven Xaiver comes out of the back and slowly walks to the ring}

KING: Maybe if he whips up on ol' Goody-Goody boy tonight, he will get recognized again.

{Draven climbs up onto the apron when suddenly the lights flicker, then die}

TIMMONS: Dammit, another Hurricane?

EDGEBROOK: Shut up!

{Suddenly a deep sound begins to echo through the Forum, it is that of about two or three drums being beat on}

BODIN: This can only mean one thing.

V/O: To purify myself, I must purify the world.

{Native American singing can be heard, very lightly}

V/O: To bring out my beauty, I must bring out the world's beauty.

{A light flute adds to the Native American sounds}

V/O: To cleanse it all, I must destroy it all.

{The drums build up to a quick rhythm, then stop dead}

V/O: So says the Great Creator, it is the will of the White Wolf.

{The lights come on and Draven is staring at the entrance, but standing behind him is White Wolf}

KING: OH SHIT!!! DRAVEN LOOK OUT FOR THE CRAZY GUY.

{DING, DING}

BODIN: Draven turns around, DROPKICK and Draven is down. Both men quickly to their feet...ANOTHER DROP KICK. Draven stumbles back to his feet and White Wolf is already waiting...SUPERKICK!!!

KING: Wow...Draven dropped like a sack of potatoes.

{White Wolf climbs up to the top ringpost}

BODIN: Wonder what he is doing? OH MY GOD...MOONSUALT OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE.

SLAM!!!

KING: White Wolf lands hard, but he doesn't go for the cover.

BODIN: White Wolf slides outside of the ring...and is rummaging under the ring. Wait...oh god no. White Wolf has just pulled out a table. He slides it into the ring.

KING: But he isn't done yet. He runs over to the entrance ramp...AND GRABS A TWENTY-FOOT LADDER.

{White Wolf drags it to the ring, and pushes it in}

KING: I told you this guy was sick.

TIMMONS: He is a beast. He needs fired.

BODIN: Shut up, Mike. This is a NWF match.

TIMMONS: Get bent.

KING: White Wolf has the ladder set up and Draven is slowly to his feet. Draven turns around and sees the table. It seems he has a bright idea too, as he just set up the table. Draven turns around...SUPERKICK BY WHITE WOLF. Draven is not spread out over the table.

BODIN: And White Wolf is making the climb up that ladder.

TIMMONS: Oddly enough, this is going to be sick...in a good way.

EDGEBROOK: Shut your trap.

TIMMONS: But what I said was good.

EDGEBROOK: Still, this is an NWF match, not a BJWC match.

{White Wolf gets to the top as the fans are going wild}

KING: If he does a senton bomb, I'm walking out of here.

BODIN: Wait...look. He turns his back to Draven and points to the sky. He jumps...MOONSAULT OFF THE LADDER...WAIT...HE'S TURNING...MOONSAULT INTO A FROG SPLASH!!!

WHAM!!!

CRACK!!!

SHATTER!!!

{Shards of table fly everywhere}

KING: I think Draven is dead.

BODIN: White Wolf just hit his finisher, Wolf Splash, off a twenty foot ladder!!!

KING: Again...I think Draven is dead.

BODIN: The dust has settled and White Wolf has Draven covered, if you can call that mangled mess, Draven.

1...

2...

3...!!!

TAYLOR: And your winner, WHITE WOLF!!!

KING: Ol' Dubbya-Dubbya looks happy, but someone better call the paramedics.

{Paramedics come rushing out as White Wolf nods his head to Lana Taylor, then walks out of the ring}

{Cameras cut to the door of President Letner's office. The door is slightly ajar so you can hear what is going on inside}

LETNER: Well sir, it's wonderful to have you aboard.

VOICE: It's great being here.

{Chairs can be heard moving around}

VOICE: You know, when you changed from Raven to Letner...I thought everything was going to be difficult. But, it's like you've become even better. You have that drive and that charisma, but your not that bad of a guy.

LETNER: Let's just say that I've come to my senses and I've found out that to get places...you have to change who you are.

{The door creaks open and we see Robert Letner standing with High Impact of the AW}

LETNER: But anyway. Welcome to the GLWA, Mr. Vice President.

IMPACT: It's good to be here. By the way, are you still in The CORE?

{Letner looks away and takes a deep breath, but then looks at High Impact}

LETNER: Yes...I guess I am.

IMPACT: Good deal. Hey, I'll see you later.

LETNER: Remember, we got a match in Acadian Wrestling next week sometime.

{High Impact, the new GLWA Vice President, takes a step out of the office}

IMPACT: True, true. See ya.

{High Impact walks away}

LETNER: I hate to do it, but a chameleon changes his colors to protect himself. I guess this is how I must change.

{Letner shakes his head}

LETNER: I guess it can't be TOO bad to be a good guy...I think.

{Letner shuts the door completely}

{Cut to the BJWC announcer's table}

TIMMONS: NOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOT LETNER!!! He was the only stable thing I could count on. He would come out of Raven, cause some hate and destruction and be THEE bad guy.

EDGEBROOK: Well it looks like he has come to the light.

TIMMONS: Damn Jedi forces....COME BACK TO THE DARK SIDE, LETNER, COME BACK!!!

KING: F'n Star Wars geek!

TIMMONS: Bite my ass, DICK King.

(The lights dim on the entire arena as the crowd murmurs in sudden
disapproval.)

EDGEBROOK: What is going on now?

Timmins: Damn these stupid crew guys! COME ON GET IT TOGETHER!!!

(Suddenly the Large Video Screen, the GLWATron if you will, lights up to a woman. The woman is standing with one light hovering over her head. She has a paper in hand, however her face is blurred. We can tell it�s a woman simply by the sobs and the body structure.)

WOMAN: Ladies and Gentlemen, recently you've seen the past NWA Pay Per View entitled Lords of the Ring. At that event, Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance's own Drew Carrig demolished the competition in becoming the NWA Lord Of The Ring. So now he has a choice. The NWA World Title or the NWA World Television Title. Well without hesitation, Drew Carrig has made his decision.

(The woman gets pushed away and on the screen comes but one man....."Evil Incarnated." Oddly though, Drew Carrig is actually smiling.)

DREW: Tick.....tock......tick.....tock.....you hear that folks? Tick....and then a tock. Thats a clock....and times running out.....for
you......Shannahan.

(Drew's hand is motioned on screen and in it is none other than his trusty Butcher Knife.)

DREW: You see her there!

(The camera pans down to the fallen woman who is sobbing uncontrollably. The face becomes unblurred and it shows that the woman is none other than Drew Carrig's wife, Stacie.)

DREW: Trent Shannahan, you will suffer the same fate as her.

(Drew looks at the knife and down at Stacie before the Tron suddenly goes black and the lights in the arena come back on.)

EDGEBROOK: Dammit, can't we get some type of police in her! This is WRESTLING! Not the Twilight Zone!

TIMMONS: I don't know, I kinda like it.

EDGEBROOK: You like it now....what if your next on his list?

TIMMONS: Hell, I never thought of that!

{Cut to a commercial for the GLWA, November 23rd PPV, 'Clash For The Cup'. We open in a gym, with only one light which is shining down onto an old dusty ring. There is something in the middle the ring, but we are to far away to tell. Slowly, the camera begins to move towards it}

V/O: Two Federations will unite once again...not for good...but for destruction.

{Ring get's closer when suddenly the word 'CLASH' flashes on the screen for a split second, then disappears}

V/O: Eight men will eliminate each other, match by match, one by one...until two are left.

{Closer...as 'FOR THE' pulls the same act as it appears and then disappears within seconds}

V/O: And when one man stands...he gets what he deserves.

{The camera suddenly flies towards the thing in the center of the ring, then stops. It is a HUGE golden cup with an inscription 'GLWA Dreamers Cup'. It looks almost like the NHL's Lord Stanley's Cup. The word Cup appears on the screen, but then moves to the side as 'CLASH FOR THE' appears in front of it}

V/O: He will be awarded the GLWA Dreamers Cup, a coveted trophy in which is given out just once a year.

{The 'CLASH FOR THE CUP' sign finally sticks together}

V/O: The winner will also receive One Million Dollars in cash...plus a shot at the GLWA Five Lakes Championship Title.

{'November 23rd, 2004 - Gund Arena, Cleveland, Ohio' appears under the PPV name}

V/O: And for a one time event...he will get something extra.

{Camera cuts to a picture of Robert Letner on the left and Trent Shanahan on the right}

V/O: The winner will get to choose which title shot he will want to fight for. The NWA World Television Title in Early December...

{Robert Letner}

V/O: Or the NWA World Heavyweight Title in Late December.

{Trent Shanahan. After a few seconds, the shot changes back to the GLWA Dreamers Cup, with the CLASH FOR THE CUP sign above it}

V/O: So when it comes time for you step up and prove yourself...will you earn the GLWA Dreamers Cup? Or will you just keep on dreaming?

{The voice fades away as the light shines off the GLWA Dreamers Cup}

{Cut back to the ring}

BODIN: That thing looks awesome.

KING: So...it will be eight men fighting in one on one matches until two are left?

TIMMONS: Well aren't you the bright bulb.

{King jumps up}

KING: You want to rumble Michael? Me and you, right here, right now!!!

{Timmons jumps up}

EDGEBROOK: WOAH, WOAH, WOAH boys. Sit your testosterone-driven asses down. We have a show to continue. And with you two fighting, we aren't getting it done.

{Both of them sit down}

BODIN: Both of your men are in the ring already, anyway.

JACKSON DANE �) vs. DAVE BLITZ
BJWC 'MAIN EVENT' TITLE MATCH

{DING DING DING}

EDGEBROOK: Here we go, Main Event Title is up for grabs here.

(The two men circle the ring but Dane just stops confusing the hell out of Blitz. He walks right up to Blitz and slaps him right in the face!)

TIMMONS: THE FIRST SHOT HAS BEEN FIRED!!!

(Blitz looks down in complete disgust and fires back with a right hand, another, and a third one and Dane backs up into the ropes. Blitz fires him to the opposing side and nails a back elbow that sends Dane to the mat. Blitz immediately falls on top for the quick cover...)

1..........

EDGEBROOK: No....a very quick kickout!
(Blitz pops back up and pulls Dane back and tosses him into the corner. Blitz pops up to the corner and runs and nails a Stinger Splash! Dane stumbles from the corner and turns and is met with a clothesline from the very depths of hell! Dane is down but Blitz decides not to go for a cover. Instead, he climbs up to the middle rope and nails a knee right into the chest of Jackson Dane. Blitz with another cover...)

1.............

2.............

EDGEBROOK: This time a very close count!

TIMMONS: Other than that early slap, Dane hasn't done a damn thing so far! He better get it together or we will have a new champion tonight!

(Blitz slowly picks Dane up and Dane starts to show some motivation with a elbow to Blitz's gut, followed by another. Dane breaks free and goes running off the ropes but Blitz counters with a booming Spinebuster! He pops back up to his feet and is looking to lock on a Sharpshooter!)

TIMMONS: This could do it! Come on....break free!

EDGEBROOK: Little partial aren't we? This could do it right here!

(Dane is fighting it but he finally gives in and Blitz steps over and locks in the Sharpshooter!)

EDGEBROOK: Here we go, this could do it right here!

TIMMONS: OH NO!!!

(Dane is fighting and fighting but he is getting nowhere quick. He is just flailing about. The referee is right in there and Dane does what comes naturally and throws the referee. The referee warns Dane but Dane this time grabs the referee by the shirt and starts to pull himself from the Sharpshooter!)

TIMMONS: Now that is smarts!

EDGEBROOK: That is cheating!

(Blitz looks at the referee and can't believe he allowed that to happen. He doesn't dwell on it however, he goes right back to the attack on Dane. He has Dane reeling on the ropes with forearm after forearm. He sends Dane into the ropes and tries a clothesline but Dane ducks! Dane hits the opposing ropes but Blitz is ready as he lifts the knee up and Dane catches it hard in the stomach. Blitz then runs off the ropes and nails a cross body block....DANE ROLLS THROUGH AND PUTS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!!!!)

1............

2.............

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EDGEBROOK: NO!!!! NO!!!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!!

TiIMMONS: Oh yes....I LOVE IT!!!

EDGEBROOK: Jackson Dane didn't get a move in all match and then somehow wins this match, CHEATING BY THE WAY!!!

TIMMONS: A wins a win, thats all that matters!

{We see Yoshi Kawazughi walking through the halls. He turns a corner and slams hard into someone we don't yet see}

KAWAZUGHI: Watch where you are going, moron. These halls are for wrestlers, not old jobbers.

{Yoshi stands back up and starts to walk away as the camera goes around the corner to see the man he ran into, was Alezio 'The Great'}

ALEZIO: I'll show you jobber.

{Alezio jumps to his feet and charges Yoshi, attacking him from behind. Security quickly jumps in and splits the two up}

KAWAZUGHI: After I am done with Red Dragon, you're next.

{Cut to the announcer's tables}

BODIN: Alezio is BACK!!!

KING: ...yay...

EDGEBROOK: Alezio was a wonderful wrestler in the AW.

TIMMONS: Well this is the GLWA now...times change, people lose their touch.

EDGEBROOK: We have a match to tend to, Mike. Come on now.

KAHN vs. DMETRI WEHRMAN
BJWC 'MAIN EVENT' TITLE MATCH

(Seven Nation Army explodes from the speakers as green, purple, and gold pyro blasts out above the capacity crowd in the St. Pete Times Forum.)

EDGEBROOK: Here comes Dmetri Wehrman. He had a great match at the NWA's most recent Pay-Per-View in Japan.

(Dmitre storms through the curtain, his OWF Primetime Championship around his waist He moves toward the ring with great purpose)

TIMMONS: He looks far from happy tonight though. Could have something to do with his last GLWA match. Technical difficulties my ass. There weren't any difficulties for those crappie NWF matches...

EDGEBROOK: But you and I both know that he took the Midwest Champ to the limit last Tuesday night. This match is to get him another shot at that gold. But he has to get through a fantastic wrestler in Kahn. Kahn and Dmetri circle several times, then a lock-up! Kahn attempts to pull away and Dmetri catches him by the arms tossing him back first into the reinforced steel! Dmetri takes a full force stride and picks his leg up to drive it into Kahn�s face....Kahn moves out of the way and Dmetri kicks the steel. Kahn rolls Dmetri up into a school-boy position, but hooks the leg forcing Dmetri into a ankle-lock. After a few minutes of struggling Kahn releases the hold and drops an elbow across Dmetri�s cranium. Kahn pulls Dmitre up to his knees and swings his leg for a kick, Dmetri CATCHES THE LEG AND HOLDS ON. Dmetri gets to his feet and he pulls Kahn in with force and knocks him to the floor with massive clothesline. Dmetri drops down to his knees and places his gigantic hands over Kahn�s neck and begins to choke the life out of him. Kahn furiously kicks his legs but to no avail Dmetri continues his death grip. Dmetri lifts Kahn from the floor still gripping him by the neck into a hoist right into a body press! Dmetri defiantly holds Kahn into the air then darts him head first into the side of the dome! Kahn crawls away a few feet and lifts up his head to reveal blood slightly welling from an open gash. Dmetri drops a stiff stomp across the back of Kahns head, and Kahn falls to the floor with his hands covering his head. Dmetri pulls Kahn up once again, but Kahn fires a side kick to Dmetris ribs - once, twice, thrice! Dmetri stumbles backward while Kahn fires off a snap drop-kick to the right knee. Kahn gets up and fires another dropkick knocking Dmetri down to the floor. Kahn flips Dmetri over and he knee-drops him across the forehead. Dmetri shakes it off as he struggle to his knees....Kahn shoots in with a front chancery, sprawling his legs back. Dmetri extends his arm and grabs Kahns leg and pulls him closer. Dmetri manages to hook onto both of Kahns legs and elevates him into the air. Dmetri rushes forward driving Kahns back into the steel, spinning him right into a spinebuster with a sickening slap across the concrete! Dmetri gets back up and glares down at his fallen opponent.

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Kahn is tiredly back to his feet.

TIMMONS: Dmetri slaps his closed right fist across Kahn's face, Deacon with a left jab...Dmetri winds up and swings, but MISSES! Kahn spins around catching Dmetri across the jaw with a high spin-kick and Dmetri falls straight on his ass. Kahn spins again and connects with a vicious kick to Dmetris face! Kahn quickly hooks the legs and attempts to flip Dmetri into a Boston Crab, but Dmetri forces Kahn back into the steel! Kahn staggers forward right into a ruthless clothesline. Dmetri brings Kahn to a vertical base - and hooks him underneath the back of his arm and waist...he makes an attempt at a back-suplex but Kahn reverses the move with a Russian leg-sweep....both men are down! The ref gets close.

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Dmetri rises to his feet!

[ A small blood spot is noticeable on the matt, from the back of Kahns cranium]

TIMMONS: Dmetri forces Kahn up and hooks him in a bear-hug, elevating him into the air with ease. Dmetri grips tightly as he starts to swing Kahn around like a rag-doll! Kahn raises his arm stiffly and he jabs his fingers into the eye socket, and grinds them into Dmetris eyes! Dmetri drops Kahn, and Kahn fires off a malicious boot to the midsection, then hooks Dmetris head for a DDT. Dmetri pushes Kahn toward the steel with force....Kahn still grips the head.....the two connect with the steel! Kahn releases Dmetris head....and Dmetri falls to the floor. Kahn grasps his back but he manages to still stand. Kahn waits for Dmetri to get up, but Dmetri is slowed quite a bit. Kahn goes under the right side of Dmetri and manages to pick the monster up off the floor! Kahn swings his body and nails Dmitre with a spinebuster, but his head was a little low. Kahns head bounces off the canvas, and shows little movement. The back of Dmetris head caught the floor with much impact....both men are down.

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Dmetri is on his feet...He picks Kahn up ans throws him into the German suplex over and over again

EDGEBROOK: After that nice string of German suplexes, Kahn is almost out on his feet.

TIMMONS: And no third graders in sight...

EDGEBROOK: Hard whip by Dmitre sends Kahn into the ropes. Drop toe hold, Wehrman hooking in that single leg crab...

TIMMONS: Definitely a second wind. I think it was the chili he had for lunch.

EDGEBROOK: Grow out of the toilet humor... Kahn now with the arm bar. Trying to slow down the train that is Dmitre.

(Kahn yanks on the arm, snapping it down)

EDGEBROOK: Kahn focusing on that right arm of Dmitre. Hard whip now sends Wehrman in. Clothesline missed by Kahn... Dmitre with a textbook chop block. rolls right up the leg of Kahn.

TIMMONS: Both men still down. How much damage did Kahn do to that arm?

EDGEBROOK: Well, Dmitre was attacked a while back in that shoulder. Maybe he pulled some stitches?

TIMMONS: You mean you watch that OWF stuff? Why when there is so much more educational programming...

EDGEBROOK: Like your Sorority Sluts series?

TIMMONS: Exactly... I mean no, not at all.

(Dmitre is finally to his feet and whips Kahn off the ropes)

EDGEBROOK: Kahn sent for the ride... Death Valley Driver! DVD from Dmitre. That just planted Kahn! Cover...

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EDGEBROOK: European Uppercut from Dmitre. Another, and another.

THWACK!

TIMMONS: Massive chop by Wehrman to follow up. Kahn is staggering in the middle of the ring.

EDGEBROOK: Wehrman off the ropes. Swinging neck breaker!

TIMMONS: Looks like it's gonna be closing time for Kahn

EDGEBROOK: Dmitre up, still favoring that right shoulder. Drags up Kahn. Kahn whipped in the corner.

TIMMONS: Up he goes... Wehrman's going for it!

(Crowd goes apeshit!)

TIMMONS: Last Chance! Last Chance!

EDGEBROOK: Cover!

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(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

TIMMONS: Another impressive victory by Dmitre Wehrman!

[The camera cuts to the back and picks up on Cage Brothers manager Tommy L as he peers outside the door. He nods to the man inside and upon getting confirmation he smiles and walks off-camera, leaving of the inside of the room where the fans catch a glimpse of Don Diego facing away from the camera as the clip ends]

{Back to the announcers}

BODIN: Please don't tell me Don Diego is joining Team NWA?

TIMMONS: They could do a LOT better.

KING: Excuse us, Mr. Timid, we have a match to announce.

RED DRAGON vs. YOSHI KAWAZUGHI
NWF '#1 CONT. FOR HEARTLAND TITLE' MATCH

*Yoshi Kawazughi walks calmly to the ring to await his opponent.*

BODIN: He definitely looks ready for this match doesn�t he?

KING: Sure he does. But how do you prepare to go against a psycho like Red Dragon?

BODIN: For once you have a good point.

KING: Yeah whodathunkit.

*The lights begin to flicker red and black. The sound of thunder rumbling rolls through the PA and the crowd goes to a hush. The sound of chains dragging and a woman screaming fills the ears of everyone*

KING: Jesus this guy creeps me out.

BODIN: He's definitely a unique individual.

KING: Yeah unique in a cut you open and eat your heart kind of way.

*A huge red dragon is emblazed in red light on the canvas. Yoshi crouches down and awaits his opponents appearance.*

BODIN: Yoshi doesn�t appear like he is going to back down.

*Red Dragon steps out from behind the curtain a chain in each hand dragging two slumped over hooded forms in long black robes behind him. He yanks the chains and we here a woman scream in pain. The larger of the two hooded figures seems barely able to walk.*

KING: WHAT THE HELL HAS THIS PSYCHO DONE!

BODIN: I think the real question maybe what is he capable of doing.

*Red Dragon locks the chains to the ring post and rolls in to stare down his opponent.*

BODIN: The bell rings and we are under way. You have to wonder if Yoshi is truly ready for this.

KING: I think Dragon has gotten into his head. I know he is in mine.

BODIN: Bet thats a tight squeeze.

KING: Shaddup.

BODIN: Yoshi circles Dragon not sure where to strike. Dragon just stands still turning his head slowly to watch him. Yoshi moves in quickly with a boot to the gut of Dragon. Dragon is bent over from the blow. Yoshi drops an elbow across the back his head. Dragon goes down to one knee. Yoshi backs up. He hits a fantastic looking shining wizard. Dragon is on all fours now.

KING: What�s he doing. He�s just taking the blows.

BODIN: May be part of his plan. OH Yoshi drops his leg over the back of Dragons head ramming his face into the canvas. Yoshi plays to the crowd. Dragon quickly turns over and kicks up.

KING: Yoshi turn around!

BODIN: Yoshi does just that and is met with a hard super kick that sends him over the top rope onto the arena floor. Dragon jumps up to the top turnbuckle. Elbow Drop to the outside!

KING: Did you see the height he got on that jump?

BODIN: Amazing! Dragon lifts his opponent to his feet and whips him hard toward the ring post. Yoshi puts on the brakes and rolls out of the way just as Dragon charges at him and runs head first into the turnbuckle.

KING: I bet the blood is gushing under that mask of his.

BODIN: Im sure he definitely felt it. Yoshi picks Dragon up to his feet. DDT on the arena floor NO! Dragon reversed it. Suplex across the ring steps! Yoshi is thriving in pain. Dragon steps back. He charges. Rolling Thunder! He just hit a rolling thunder on Yoshi while he was draped across the steps. His back has got to be broken in two!

KING: My god Dragon is sadistic!

BODIN: Dragon rolls Yoshi back into the ring. He whips Yoshi hard into the turnbuckle. Dragon rushes at Yoshi. YOSHI LIFTS HIS FOOT INTO THE FACE OF DRAGON! Dragon stumbles back. Yoshi leaps to the top rope. He goes for a missle dropkick. DRAGON MOVES AND YOSHI LANDS ON THE REF!! The Ref is out cold! Yoshi stumbles slowly to his feet. DRAGON TWIST OFF THE TOP ROPE BY DRAGON! Yoshi is down. Dragon rolls to the outside. He lifts the ring apron and pulls a table out from under the ring.

KING: What�s he doing. He�s covering the table in lighter fluid.

BODIN: I think I know what the sick bastard has planned! The fans are cheering Dragon on!

KING: WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU!

BODIN: Dragon has set the table on fire!! He rolls back into the ring. He throws Yoshi into the ropes. BACK BODY DROP OVER THE TOP ROPE!! YOSHI HAS LANDED DIRECTLY threw the table! This is mayhem. Yoshi is yelling in pain!

KING: MY GAWD SOMEONE GET A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!

BODIN: Dragon is climbing up the turnbuckles! HE JUMPS ARMS OUT STRETCHED DIRECTLY INTO THE FLAMES AND CRUSHES YOSHI!!

KING: What a sick individual.

BODIN: I have to do something!

KING: Bodin has left the announce table and has grabbed a fire extinguisher. Bodin puts the fire out. He is making sure the fire is out the fog from the extinguisher is clearing now. DRAGON IS STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL HIS CLOTHES ARE SMOKING FROM THE FLAMES! He takes a step toward Bodin . Bodin falls to his butt and starts scooting away. OH Dragon turns back toward Yoshi!

BODIN: MY GAWD DID YOU SEE THAT!!

KING: You were about to be invited to a BBQ yourself.

BODIN: Good lord the man is Satan himself! He rolls Yoshi back into the ring. Yoshi isn�t moving I hope he is ok. He stands Yoshi up. FLIPPING PILEDRIVER! Yoshi isn�t moving. Dragon awakens the ref quickly and covers Yoshi.

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KING: THANK MERCIFUL HEAVENS ITS OVER!

BODIN: Those poor people. Wait...who's coming down to the ring. IT'S WHITE WOLF. He slides into the ring as Red Dragon stands up. He grabs Dragon by the head, SWINGING NECKBREAKER.

KING: Dragon is down. And White Wolf climbs to the top rope. He looks to the crowd...jumps...WOLF SPLASH (Moonsault into a frog splash) OFF THE TOP ROPE ONTO RED DRAGON.

TIMMONS: Pay backs a bitch, ain't it.

{White Wolf slides out of the ring}

{Commercial for upcoming Tuesday Night DeadZone shows the NWA North American Title, laying on a bench}

V/O: Two men, destined to put their friendship on the line.

{A piece of paper falls from the side of the shot, landing right on the bench, above the title. It only has the Team NWA logo on it}

V/O: A stable in despair, a friendship on the rocks. Can it all survive, when such a title is on the line?

{The camera pans out as Jake Cage can be seen on the left of the bench. He reaches down, grabs the NWA NA Title and tosses it over his shoulder}

V/O: Current GLWA Tag Champ, AW King of New Brunswick Champ and NWA North American Champ; Jake Cage.

{Jackson Dane walks into the shot, on the other side of the bench}

V/O: Current BJWC 'Main Event' Champ, Jackson Dane.

{The picture fades to a GLWA Tuesday Night DeadZone logo}

[Cut to the back, where Ace and Acid stand in a back corridor, supposedly waiting for Mr. Letner. As they wait, footsteps can be heard as Jason Stallion comes flying into the scene, tackling Ace Slaughter to the ground. The young Team NWA star puts Slaughter flat on his back and starts kicking his opponent in the stomach, leaving Acid to charge Stallion, helping his partner. Acid grabs Stallion in a full-nelson and pulls him away from Stallion, laughing as Jason struggles while Jake Cage can be seen creeping into the shot.]

BODIN: *voice-over* Watch out Acid!

[Before Acid can notice anyone approaching, Jake pulls out a long hooked object and cracks Acid in the back of the head, causing him to slump to the ground. The camera gets a better view of the eldest Cage as he holds a crowbar in his hands. He steps over the fallen Acid who is holding his head and strikes with the sharp end, digging into Acid's forehead with two cold steel shots.]

BODIN: Jake has a crowbar.

[Stallion gathers his senses and blocks a charging Ace Slaughter, picking him up for a Testimony piledriver on the hard concrete of the arena, before Jake mentions him to forget Slaughter and pick up Acid, who is bleeding from the crowbar shots. Snickering, Jason picks up the lifeless Acid and holds his arms back as Jake levels for a home run swing, connecting the bowed steel over Acid's skull, the impact knocking Acid and Jason tot eh floor, as Jason rolls a bloody Acid off of him.]

JAKE: Time to cleanse him.

[Jason gets up and his brother Jake lifts Acid over his shoulder. The camera then follows Jason about fifteen feet down the corridor as he carries Acid to a doorway revealing the Altar of Glory inside, complete with the baptismal font from an earlier promo. Laughing with almost a crazed laugh, he places Acid sitting on the edge of the font. He holds Acid up with one hand and stares right at his barely-conscious nemesis.]

JASON: Today's a new day Acid, your vile mouth and evil thoughts of before will be cleansed, and you will enter the kingdom of God through the purity of the Baptismal waters...and you might just get there sooner than you think.

[With aggression, Jason pulls Acid backwards and he falls into the water of the font. As he tries to float back to the top, Jason holds the man underwater as he starts to struggle for breath.]
JASON: Let the evil escape your body, and the breath escape your lungs.

[Jason holds him down for another minute, Acid starts to struggle less and less until Jason suddenly lets go. With everything he has left Acid's head pops back above water in a big splash as he struggles to take in breath and spit out water, the once-clear waters of the font now a dingy color mixed with all the bloodloss from Acid's forehead. Jason escapes through the carefully planted back exit under the archway of the set as paramedics enter the room, rushing to administer CPR and to pull a bloody Acid out of the water]

[Back at the ring, most fans sit speechless as even Joe Bodin struggles for words.]

BODIN: ��my word, Jason nearly killed him!

KING: But he also saved him Joe, Acid has been saved through the gift of baptism.

BODIN: *angry* Saved? They beat him half to death and tried to drown him! Where's the salvation in that! That something so heinous Letner himself might not have even dared it! Fans we are at a loss for words....I-I'll try to get some info on Acid as soon as I can.

KING: Or maybe Letner enjoyed it, being so deliciously evil.

BODIN: No one could have enjoyed that, not even Letner.

TIMMONS: Well I hate to bust it up for you guys, but don't you guys have a match to call.

EDGEBROOK: How bout we try our hand at all of us calling it?

BODIN: Sounds interesting.

KING: Sounds dumb as shit.

BODIN: Whatever, Richard.

DON DIEGO vs. MARK ADKINS vs. JASON STALLION
NWF HEARTLAND TITLE MATCH
SINGLE ELIMINATION

LANA: The following match is for one fall, and it is for the NWF Heartland championship! Already in the ring, is the one, the only Mark Adkins!!!

Entering the ring first, now residing in Bountiful, Utah...weighing in at 241 pounds, he is a member of Team NWA and one-half of the GLWA Tag Team champions...Jason Stallion!!!!

{Jason steps through the curtain wearing a Team NWA shirt and a cross pendant. He is beaming regally as Jade Navlin follows him to the ring carrying his GLWA Tag team title, with a black leather skirt to match her Team NWA jersey that draws some cheers from the audience.}

BODIN: Seems awful cocky for a guy that has to wrestle two matches tonight, thanks to President Letner.

KING: What's not to smile about? He could walk out here tonight a double champion, plus he just finished a baptism!

BODIN: That was sickening...

KING: Hey Joe, does this mean that Acid is a Mormon now too?

BODIN: Absolutely deplorable!

{Stallion doesn�t even acknowledge Adkins in the ring.}

{The lights dim down, and the drum intro to Aerosmith�s �Rag Doll� begins playing. As the groove kicks in, a HUGE ball of flame pops out from the entranceway, and Don Diego does a spin-jump through it�}

LANA: And now, entering the ring, weighing 243 pounds, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, he is the wrestling prot�g� of the prestigious Edwards Enterprises corporation, he is DON DIEGO!!!!

BODIN: Guys, will you listen to this crowd?!?! They�re going nuts for Don Deigo!

TIMMONS: No, it�s just that they want his nuts.

EDGEBROOK: Don Diego has made a lot of big talk in the past few days. He says that he is ready to lead the NWF team. He wants to be at the head of this brand of the GLWA. I actually can�t see a reason why he shouldn�t be.

BODIN: Well, I�m excited. I�ve seen this kid work before. He was such a great champion in Cyris Raven�s UFLW.

EDGEBROOK: Although he never really won any titles, he had some legendary matches in the BJWC with guys like Ken Jansen. So, I think he�s more than qualified to have some leadership around here.

BODIN: Hell, with both of those mentioned federations, he should be the overall champ�sorry, I think that was the whore he bought me last night talking�oops.

{Don Diego makes his way down to the ring with some great pep in his step, greeting fans as he moves along. He is wearing a pair of jean-like black leather pants, and a white �Don Diego: Don�t Settle for Less� T-Shirt. His hair is also pulled back into a ponytail. He gets into the ring, and he removes the t-shirt.}

{Diego and Stallion glance over at each other, and smile.}

KING: These two are either gay lovers, or they have something planned�

BODIN: It�s the latter, King! There they go right after Mark Adkins!

EDGEBROOK: Alright, they�re putting the serious hits to him. Stallion gives a cheap kick to the groin! Don Diego was blocking the ref�s view!

TIMMONS: Hey, it�s working, isn�t it?

BODIN: Here goes a setup�oh my god!!! Double-team brainbuster suplex!!!!

EDGEBROOK: Ok now�here goes Diego�Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my GOD!!!! There�s a DoNinator to Mark Adkins. Jason Stallion is just laughing at the situation.

BODIN: Mark Adkins has got to be in all kinds of head pain here. That double brainbuster had to have been hurtful, but I�ll tell you, that DoNinator DDT is one of the most destructive things out there in wrestling.

KING: I think I see what�s going on here�

{Don Diego goes and sits on the turnbuckle, motioning for Stallion to make a move.}

EDGEBROOK: He�s going to finish him off here�

TIMMONS: Oh yea! There�s the Testimony!!! It�s got to be over here!!!

BODIN: Here�s the cover�

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EDGEBROOK: It�s down to Don Diego and Jason Stallion here!!! This is where it�s going to get really good!

BODIN: I�ve been waiting to sink my teeth into this for weeks!

KING: Pay attention to the match, Joe. Not your sandwich.

BODIN: Screw you.

BODIN: It's down to two. Diego and Stallion worked together well up until now, but only one can win.

TIMMONS: Jason's got something up his sleeve, he' setting Diego up I know it.

{The two stare each other down, as Don encourages Jason to come on. Jason looks to the back, almost as if he's signaling to someone, and his eyes light up as if he comes up with an idea. Looking back at Diego, he drops down flat on his back to
the mat with a forward flip.}

BODIN: What's this?

{Smiling and nodding, Diego gets down and makes the cover.}

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DING, DING!

BODIN: What the hell? Jason Stallion just laid down for Don Diego, Diego is the new NWF Heartland champion! What trick is this King?

KING: Wait a minute, didn't Diego offer Jason Stallion a title shot if Jason stayed out of his way to the Heartland belt?

BODIN: I think he did...and now Jason doesn't have to exert himself for the Tag match...oh I see, he's done it again.

EDGEBROOK: I don�t know Joe, I think this plan was more orchestrated by Don Diego than anyone else!

BODIN: Yea, he is a cunning little New England chap, isn�t he?

{Jason escapes up the ramp, muttering 'You owe me' as he quickly retreats to the back. Don Diego acknowledges with a smile and a handshake to the air. Diego takes the belt from Lana, and stands in the ring holding it up.}

EDGEBROOK: We�re going to have a great champion here, me-thinks.

BODIN: Guess who�s next up in this joint.

TIMMONS: The main event. The Sick one should be making his way out here shortly.

BODIN: Well Acid does have a damn partner, don't you think you should mention him too.

TIMMONS: No. I am only interested in Acid.

BODIN: Fine, Ill do this the right way.

{"Bodies" by Drowning Pool rocks the forum and out walk Acid}

EDGEBROOK: Here he comes, the first member of the newest dynamic duo to lace their boots together. It's the Ace and Acid show to face the Tag champs of the Cage Brothers. This one ought to be a mindblower, guys.

KING: Yeah Yeah Yeah.

{Acid walks at a brisk pace to the ring and slides in. He calls for a mic.}

ACID: Ace, if the monster in you comes out tonight, you better be able to control which direction his anger goes. The other night when Slaughter back handed me, is the last time that shit is gonna happen. Now let�s show these people what the Ace & Acid Show is all about.

{The lights above the ring start to spark�}

BODIN: "Holy Cow!! What was that!?!?!"                      
      
KING: "You can say that again!!"

BODIN: "HOLY COW!!"

{The crowd gasps. The lights spark again.}

BODIN: "This could be dangerous!!"

{Some of the crowd begin to become more concerned about the house lights. As a few dozen people point to the houselights, the lights spark and pop real loud....THEN THE ARENA GOES BLACK!!!}

KING: "What happened!?!?!

BODIN: "The lights went out, AGAIN!!"

KING: I can see that.

{Emergency lights come on. }

BODIN: "That`s much better."

{The lights are in red, white, and in blue. Two huge white spotlights rotate around the ringside area. The people are looking at the spotlights.}

BODIN(singing): "Here he comes to save the da-a-a-ay!!"

KING: "Joe Bodin, will please sit down and be quiet!"

BODIN: "You hear it everytime, when Ace Slaughter makes an appearance."

KING: "You`re right."

BODIN: "I see spotlights."

KING: "You know what that means?"

{The crowd is getting excited. They see the spotlights.}

BODIN/KING: ACE SLAUGHTER!!

LOUD VOICE(singing): "Here he comes to save the da-a-a-ay!!"

{The arena explodes with cheers.}

"Click... Click... Boom!!" by Saliva begins to play.

{Colorful lazers flash, with strobe lights pulsing along with the song. The entrance area begins to smoke. The crowd starts to scream. As Ace Slaughter walks slowly out to the ramp. The crowd chants... }

CROWD: "SLAUGHTER!!! SLAUGHTER!!! SLAUGHTER!!! SLAUGHTER!!!"

BODIN: It`s so-o-o loud in here I can barely hear myself talk.

KING: The crowd sure has a liking for this 11 year veteran.

{Ace extends his arms out and he spins around. Ace is wearing his new apperall. Ace is wearing a new mask. On one side has a air-brushed design of an american flag around the right half of the mask. Half of the blue plain, there are 25 stars showing, on the back of the mask. On the other side is black. Right side in the middle of the mask, is one half of a golden eagle. His right elbow pad has an American flag design. His left elbowpad is black, with a red anarchy symbol, on it. Ace is wearing the left side of his bluejean shorts that is together with the right side of his full length tights, with red and white striped legs. His backside is one half of a blue plain with 25 white stars. In black lettering on the outersides and backside of his tights is his name SLAUGHTER. Ace wears black tape on his left wrist and left fingertips. On his right side he has white tape from his wrist to his middle knuckle}

{Ace Slaughter runs to the ringside and jumps to the ring apron. Ace grabs ahold onto the toprope and looks around. He shakes the toprope vigorously, then runs to the corner. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and riases his arms to the crowd, while the crowd chants. Ace Slaughter then jumps into ring. While in the ring, Ace spins around with extended arms. He walks over to Acid, and gives him a firm handshake. As they talk strategy over�}

LANA: And now�they are the current GLWA Tag Team champions, Jason Stallion and Jake 'Hardcore' Cage...The Cage Brothers!

{With that, a pyro goes off in the centre of the entrance ramp and Jason Stallion walks out alongside his brother Jake Cage, wiping off the last few drops of sweat then throwing a towel back behind the curtain. Tommy L and Jade Navlin follow as the two slowly walk to the ring, milking the crowd's negative reaction.}

BODIN: Jason looks a little tired, doesn't he King?

KING: Nonsense, he wisely conserved his energy and now the Cage Brothers will deliver an NWA-style beating on this cocky kid Acid and his deranged partner.

{Jake Cage hops on the ring apron while Acid, with his forehead bandaged, sneers at Jason Stallion, who returns a sadistic smile.}

BODIN: Well, here we go. These four men are ready and set to go at it here. We�ve been holding our breaths for this match for a while now. All the tension is about to be released in one big fight here.

EDGEBROOK: It looks like Jason Stallion and Acid are going to start things off here. Stallion charges at Acid, but he gets knocked away quickly. Stallion is back up�

KING: Yea, and he looks like he was expecting that one. He�s got that smirk on.

BODIN: Acid locks up with Jason Stallion. Short struggle and Jason Stallion puts Acid in a tight hammerlock. Acid tries to reverse, but Stallion just locks it in tighter.

EDGEBROOK: �and there�s Ace to break it off. The ref makes a heated comment to Ace, but the fact remains that the hold has been broken.

{Stallion tags Jake in�}

BODIN: Now we�re going to see Jake Cage in action. I�m pretty excited.

TIMMONS: Haha, men get you excited pretty easily.

BODIN: That was uncalled for. I was talking about how excited I am to see Jake lock it up with Acid.

TIMMONS: So, men in action do it for you?

BODIN: Shut up.

EDGEBROOK: While you two fight it out down here, Acid has been putting the fists to Jake Cage. Cage has clearly underestimated how prepared Acid & Ace are for this match. Acid clotheslines Cage, and Jason Stallion is standing in the corner like he can�t believe it!

KING: Acid is in for it now�

BODIN: Here we go again. Jake Cage gets up and tries to take it to Acid. Acid just throws Cage out of the way. Look at that. Acid really does have Cage�s number here.

TIMMONS: We can only hope so.

BODIN: Jake Cage tags in Jason Stallion, who steps into the ring with a sigh. He locks it up with Acid, and he makes some progress. He spins around the back of Acid, and kicks him right in the spine. Acid turns around and he�s hit with a snap suplex by Stallion.

KING: Stallion is going right to work on Acid with hard boots to the sternum. The Cage Brothers are doing a damn good job of keeping Acid constricted to their corner of the ring, which is a great idea. The last thing they need is Ace getting in there.

EDGEBROOK: Stallion picks up Acid, and sets him up between his legs. Stallion delivers with a piledriver!!! He goes for the cover�.

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NO!

TIMMONS: Come on, we knew it wasn�t going to end there! Look, Slaughter wants in! He�s begging for it.

KING: Cage and Stallion shrug their shoulders. Acid crawls over to the other side of the ring, and tags Ace in. The crowd is ready to explode.

BODIN: Wait, King. He wants Cage. I mean, he REALLY wants Cage right now.

EDGEBROOK: And it looks like he can have him! Stallion makes the tag.

{Jake Cage and Slaughter go to lock up. Jake gains initial control and throws Ace to the mat, but instead of taking the advantage, he instead backs up. He begins to clutch the side of his head and blatantly over-acts, giving a mock impression of a headache.}

KING: Jake Cage has these headaches too! Ace's condition must be contagious.

EDGEBROOK: That's not funny, just more mind games Cage may soon regret.

{Jason is snickering in the corner, as Stallion tries to hide his laughter in a professional manner. An enraged Slaughter gets to his feet and lunges at Jake with ahard clothesline.}

BODIN: Oh! Cage wasn�t expecting something as hard as that! He gets up a little sluggishly here. Ace goes back in and lays the fists to him. Cage tries to make a move, but is quickly thwarted by a hip toss!

EDGEBROOK: Cage gets back to his corner and makes a quick tag to bring Jason Stallion back in. Now we�ll see exactly what that title match really took out of him!

TIMMONS: Probably not much�he�s so pimp.

BODIN: Stallion runs at Ace, but then fakes out and slides under him. He slaps him in the back of head, and kicks Ace in the stomach as Ace turns around. He gives a kick right up to Ace�s face while he bends over.

EDGEBROOK: Wow, what a kick. Ace is down and out, but I can�t condone the way he slapped Ace�s head like that. He�s just asking for an ass whooping.

{Going for the cover�}

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kickout!!!!

{Stallion stands up, and Ace gives a cheap kick to the groin. Ace quickly gets to his corner and tags back in Acid.}

BODIN: Acid makes a run towards Stallion, but gets a boot to the face!

KING: Stallion is on fire here. This is what it�s all about. Keeping those titles!!!

EDGEBROOK: Acid makes an attempt to get up, but Stallion kicks him right in the stomach.

{Jason drops a knee to Acid's neck as he roll on the canvas in agony. Jason then grabs his opponent from behind in a rear chinlock as Jake tries to enter the ring, cut off by the referee.}

{The ref goes to admonish Jake as Jason Stallion pulls away at the bandage on Acid's head, struggling at first but eventually tearing it off. Once the wound is exposes Jason digs at it with claws and fists, opening it back up quickly as the cut
is still fresh.]

BODIN: Jason Stallion has opened up that head wound. Acid is going to lose more blood tonight.

TIMMONS: How long can he hold out though? The Cage brothers are pulling all stops to keep their belts, even if that means ending a wrestler's career.

BODIN: Even his life??

KING: For Acid's sake, he�d better hope not. Look, a cover!

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3NO!!!!!

BODIN: Yes! Acid is still in this thing!

KING: Except for the fact that The Cage Brothers are making Ace & Acid their bitch, domination style!

EDGEBROOK: When I think about that statement, I think about whips and vinyl, not wrestling. Stop it.

KING: Fine.

{Suddenly�}

EDGEBROOK: Jake Cage has just gone and grabbed Ace off the apron!!! The ref is distracted as Jason Stallion chokes Acid with the top rope! This is no fair.

BODIN: Yea, look at that! I�m disgusted by what Cage is doing.

KING: Live with it.

TIMMONS: Look there! Stallion just dropped Acid with a brainbuster!!!

EDGEBROOK: Cage is telling the ref to turn around!!

BODIN: Here�s the count, and Stallion has his feet on the ropes!!! Please no!!!

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3!!!!!!

EDGEBROOK: The Cage Brothers retain the titles with a cheap victory! What is this? I�m astonished and bewildered! And it looks like Ace & Acid feel the same way!

{The Cage Brothers roll out of the ring and are having a jolly time as they walk back up the aisle. Ace helps Acid back to his feet, and the two stare with anger and shock at the champions walking back towards the backstage area.  Suddenly out from the curtain walks Letner, Kid Ego and High Impact}

LETNER: Hello, boys.

BODIN: LETNER AND THE  CORE ARE ATTACKING THE CAGE BROTHERS!!!

KING: They are fighting there way down to the ring...

TIMMONS: HERE COMES JACKSON DANE.

EDGEBROOK: He slides into the ring AND IS MET WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE FROM KID EGO.  Dane is back to his feet, he waits until Vice President High Impact turns around...

TIMMONS: DANE JUST 'HIT THE SPOTLIGHT' ON HIGH IMPACT.

BODIN: He slides out now, followed by Jake Cage and Jason Stallion.

KING: Look...Dane just picked up Jake Cage's NWA North American Title.  AND CAGE JUST GRABBED IT TOO.  Both men are holding the NA Title, staring at each other.

BODIN: That's all our time tonight folks...Goodnight and God Bless.

{Camera's show Jake Cage and Jackson Dane, both holding the NWA North American Title, staring at each other...as President Letner is seen smiling in the ring.  The scene fades out to a GLWA logo, then nothing}