GLWA Friday Night Riot

{The camera open up on a picture of President Letner's door. Sounds can be heard coming out of it. One man is obviously President Letner himself. The other voice is unidentified}

{A chair can be heard, squeeking across the floor as if someone is getting up out of their chair}

Voice: And just who the hell is? A member of your team NWA? You saw what happened last week.

Voice: Look Rob. We used to be best friends. You even f*cking trained me! But now, that's all gone. I don't care about you, and I sure as hell don't care about team NWA. I care about one thing, me. I used to care about others and look where that got me. Absolutely nowhere. So now Rob, it's just me. And my best interests. Now if you don't have anything better to say, I've got to get ready for my match.

{The door slams open and Nightmare walks out to a large reaction from the crowd. He stares straight at the camera before walking down the hall. The camera views into President Letner's office observing him shaking his head and smirking}

EGDEBROOK: Whatever. Well...wait a sec Rich. It seems something is happening in the back.

{Cameras cut to the back where President Letner is sitting in his office. Jake Cage, Jason Stallion and Ace Slaughter are all in there, sitting down and laughing with President Letner. Suddenly the door busts open and Roadkill walks in}

{Cage, Stallion and Slaughter all jump to their feet and stand in front of Letner's desk}

LETNER: I am Robert Ray Letner, President and Owner of the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance.

ROADKILL: This isn't time to be funny, Letner. What is this match I am supposidly signed up for? Has our battles rattled your brain that much? I am NOT on the roster...so you can NOT sign me to anything!

{Letner looks at Roadkill, shakes his head, then opens a drawer and pulls out a piece of paper}

{Roadkill snatches the piece of paper out of Letner's hand and begins to read it}

LETNER: Just so you understand, 'Killer...that is just a mere copy of the original contract.

LETNER: When I brought those insurance papers to you last week, to cover your health costs...somehow a contract found its way into the pile. And obviously, Mr. Roadkill, you should really read something before you sign it.

{Letner smirks as Cage laughs out loud. Roadkill turns his attention to Cage, rips up the copy of his contract, then tosses it at Cage}

{Letner quickly stands up, reaching over his desk and placing a hand on a standing Cage's chest}

LETNER: You seem to have so much energy, 'Killer. So as a gesture from me to you, let me help you relieve some of your stress. Your match tonight...

LETNER: NO! Only one Team NWA member will be permitted at the ring, for that man will be the Special Guest Referee.

LETNER: Why have a common wrestler do the job, when Team NWA can do it themselves. Next week...the Main Event...Roadkill versus Jake Cage. In a Lumberjack Match!!!

LETNER: No buts, Jake. Show him what Team NWA is all about. And I don't want you to beat him.

Non-Title Match
Chris Saint vs. Nightmare

Chris Saint was a no show, so Nightmare wins by default

EDGEBROOK: Maybe he seen the intensity that Nightmare had earlier, then booked it.

EDGEBROOK: Can't we just go to our next match? This is never good when he comes out here.

{Letner is sort of disturbed by the crowd reaction. For those who don't know, 'Who' used to be Roadkill's saying...and the crowd liked to copy it}

LETNER: I've come out here tonight to announce a few things. First off...Friday Night Riot.

LETNER: After tonight...it will no longer be GLWA's Friday Night Riot. The next Great Lakes show will be called GLWA Primetime.

LETNER: And unlike how Riot was sponsered solely by BJWC and DeadZone was sponsered solely by NWF...both the BJWC and NWF will be presenting GLWA Primetime.

LETNER: Another thing that is changing, is the BJWC MidWest Championship and the NWF Heartland Championship. The BJWC MidWest Title will now be refered to as the GLWA MidWest Title. As for the NWF Heartland Title, it is now the GLWA Brutality Title. It has been moved back to a hardcore-type championship.

LETNER: And I have one last announcement for all of you morons out there. Even if Roadkill can get past Jackson Dane tonight...

LETNER: Lets see him get past Jake Cage at the next show...IN A LUMBERJACK MATCH!!!

LETNER: Go ahead and mock me, Pittsburgh. I am Hell Bent on teaching my old pal 'Killer, what the new and improved Letner is all about. But don't worry 'Killer...I got a couple more surprises for you up my sleeve.

EDGEBROOK: James Edgebrook and Richard King back with you from the Pittsburgh and we have a match for you next with one of the strangest stipulations I've ever heard of.

KING: But very true to at least on of its participants. I wonder if Malice will be coming down with a Jack of his own.

EDGEBROOK: It's a Jack on a pole match here in the Mellon Arena. A bottle of Old Number 7 is suspended on a pole over the ring and the first man to get the bottle can use it how he sees fit.

KING: This might be something you and I agree on. All you really need would be a glass and a bucket of ice.

LANA: This next match is 'Jack on a Pole Match'. Already in the ring, one half of the GLWA Tag Team Champions, He is Malice!

(The imposing man is lounging in the far corner of the ring, a bottle of Lord Calvert in hand. He looks like he's been on the wrong end of a half dozen bar fights)

KING: It's still strange to see the former BJWC boss back in the ring. New Year Eve was a surprise, but this is just depressing.

EDGEBROOK: A man needs a chance to rebuild something, and if it has to be in the ring where he battles his demons then so be it. Malice was always a special talent and lets hope we see that talent burn through the alcohol haze.

#1...2...3...Go!

[Step Up by Drowning Pool hits the sound system. A small pyrotechnic explosion shoots out of the entrance area.]

# Broken,
# Yeah, you've been living on the edge of a broken dream.
# Nothing,
# Yeah, that's the only thing you'll ever take away from me.

[BIG Pop.]

# I'm never gonna stop,
# I'm never gonna drop,
# Ain't no different than it was before.

[Yoshima Kawazughi comes walking out in front curtain and stares down at the ring. The contempt is visible on his face]

# If you wanna step up (step up),
# You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
# If you wanna step up (step up),
# You're gonna get knocked down.

[He takes his tank-top off and throws it to the floor. He walks closer intimidating the announcer. Again proving he is not here to mess round. He looks up for it tonight.]

LANA: And from Tokyo Japan, at two hundred and twenty eight pounds? Yoshima ?The One? Kawazughi!

[He steps into the ring and rises up on the opposite turnbuckle. He taps his chest then raises it above his head. Another BIG Pop. ]

# If you wanna step up (step up),
# You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
# You're gonna get knocked down...

EDGEBROOK: Malice charges across the ring, but Yoshi is ready and the two lock up and struggle into the turnbuckle.

KING: I've always liked this Yoshi guy, but Malice is going to beet the hell out of him.

EDGEBROOK: Malice with the hard knee to the midsection of the man from Japan, doubling him up. Hard Irish whip from the tag champion sends Yoshi to across the ring.

EDGEBROOK: Hard charge by Malice, Yoshi gets the boot up and stops in his tracks.

(TWACK)

(WHOOOOOO!)

EDGEBROOK: Hard knife edged chops from Kawazughi driving Malice back. Kick to the midsection. Yoshi hooks in. Butterfly suplex sends the big man hard into the canvas.

KING: Solid technical move from the Japanese superstar. They are the type that shows his training and dedication.

KING: Trying to take out the unstable pins that carry the opponent. Keep the big man off his power base.

(Yoshima breaks the Achilles hold at a four-count as Malice stretches to the ropes)

EDGEBROOK: ...having to use the ropes to get up. Drop kick to the knee by Yoshima. The man from Japan is looking to take away Malice's ability to get that bottle off the pole.

EDGEBROOK: I don't know if you are under any kind of contract, but if you are here to call a match, then sit your ass down and call the match.

EDGEBROOK: I still remember the Clash for the Cup. And they can still call Bodin back. Yoshi drags Malice up off the mat. Setting up a Russian Leg Sweep.

EDGEBROOK: That looks like a Gannosuke Clutch. I've never seen that before in a GLWA ring. Cover

EDGEBROOK: Kick Out! Yoshima is breaking out a new set of moves tonight we've never seen before.

KING: Maybe he's trying for a quick win after beating Jake Cage in that Iron Man Match last week in Acadia.

(The camera turns from the action and captures the stunned face for James Edgebrook and the smug smile on King's face)

EDGEBROOK: Insightful commentary from Richard King ladies and gentlemen. Another GLWA first here tonight.

EDGEBROOK: Collar and elbow tie-up now. Yoshi with a headlock that seems unusually effective. He grinds on Malice's head

Yoshima back hard. Shoulder block from both men with neither getting the advantage. Collar and elbow tie-up once again.

KING: Someone tell these guys this isn't a high school dance. The crowd is getting restless.

EDGEBROOK: Malice gets The One into the corner, clubbing blows from the Malicious one. Hard whip out of the corner. Malice drills him with short arm clothesline!

EDGEBROOK: Malice now taking control, hoisting up his opponent. Setting up for the Belly to back. Throws the smaller man around like a sack of rice.

EDGEBROOK: Yoshima using the ropes to get back to his feet. The referee checking on him. Baseball slide by Malice sends both Yoshi and the unsuspecting ref to the outside.

KING: Any ring rust seems to be coming off pretty quickly for the tag team champion.

EDGEBROOK: Malice reaches under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher. Yoshi is getting up slowly. A vicious shot from Malice across the back of Yoshi with that fire extinguisher.

(The cloud of white powder and hiss of propellant bring a huge pop from the Pittsburgh faithful)

EDGEBROOK: This is disgraceful. Malice is making a mockery of this match. This isn't a hardcore match. We need to get another ref in the ring.

KING: Do you know how hard we had to work to get anyone to volunteer to do this? No one will be out here anytime soon.

EDGEBROOK: Malice now, hard Irish whip sends Yoshima crashing against the ring apron. Malice now attacking like his name implies.

EDGEBROOK: Another hard whip into the ropes now by Malice. Running knee lift drills the man from Japan. No need to go for the cover. Malice is looking to cause more pain.

KING: He's headed back out of the ring. Looks like he's searching for more weapons.

(Malice digs under the ring and pulls out two favorites fro the fans, a folding table and a steel chair)

EDGEBROOK: Damn it! This isn't a Hardcore Match! How can this go on? Malice now slides in the steel chair and setting up the table on the outside.

(The crowd explodes in chants of HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! And NWF! NWF! NWF!)

KING: Look at his face!

(The camera zooms in on the face of The One as the chair falls aside. He?s covered in a mask of blood. Malice starts looking around the ring and sees the bottle of Jack suspended at the top of the pole)

EDGEBROOK: Malice seems to finally have remembered what this match is all about. He?s headed for the bottle.

(Malice pulls down the bottle and unscrews the top. He takes a long pull on the whiskey and then)

EDGEBROOK: Malice now setting the bottle aside and Yoshima up on the top turnbuckle. He's defenseless up there.

(Malice grabs the Jack and walks over to the still down referee, pouring some on to his head to wake him up)

EDGEBROOK: Malice now back to the bloodied body of Kawazughi. Rolls him in and cover.

EDGEBROOK: Time for the GLWA title to be put on the line, we shall see if Team NWA claims more hardware or Dmitre Wehrman truly is the last man standing

KING: Do you ever get sick of hearing yourself talk?

EDGEBROOK: Anyways, Joey Brannon is already in the ring, let�s go to Lana

LANA: The following match is for one fall, and it is for the GLWA Five Lakes Championship! Entering the ring first, now residing in Bountiful, Utah...weighing in at 241 pounds, he is a member of Team NWA, one-half of the World tag team champions,and the National Wrestling Alliance Television champion.. Jason 'The Reborn' Stallion.

[Jason steps through the curtain wearing a Team NWA shirt and a cross pendant, the Team NWA music accompanied by faint organ music. He is beaming regally as Jade Navlin follows him to the ring, basking in the glow of the people, who seem to be showing no love in return.]

EDGEBROOK: *sarcastically* Well, Mr. Spirituality is here. After claiming Team NWA as his'religion' now I guess.

KING: Well, his name is Jesus Rodriguez, which is Jesus in english..it could be more than a coincidence

EDGEBROOK: I can't believe we are even having this discussion.

[Jason leans himself against the ropes and gives his cross pendant to Jade as he jogs in place a little while waiting for his opponents.]

LANA: Now entering, weighing in at 255 pounds. From Dieppe, New Brunswick Canada, a member of Team NWA and the National Wrestling Alliance North American champion! Jake 'Hardcore' Caaaage!

[The arena lights dim to feature the new Team NWA logo, and Jake Cage enters flanked as usual by Tommy L. He takes a long slow stroll to the ring, with a black towel around his neck and barely acknowledging the fans. He smiles at his brother in the ring,as the two look ominous in their Team NWA t-shirts.]

EDGEBROOK: I don't like Dmetri's chances here. What's stopping these two from just teaming up to destroy their opponents?

KING: Nothing, that's the best part.

(The house lights dim and A lone voice crys out)

And you will KNOW MY NAME IS THE LORD WHEN I LAY MY VENGENCE UPON THEE!

(Fiddles and guitars explode from the huge sound system in the Mellon Arena and the sounds of cracking whips echo over the audience. Finally, the same voice echos)

IS EVERYBODY IN? IS EVERYBODY IN? BECAUSE THE CEREMONY IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!

(The sound of a recod scratching and the opening chords of Seven Nation Army thunder over the packed house and the crowd exlpodes as Dmitre Wehrman steps out to the exploding purple, green, and gold pyro.)

Edgebrook: Well, that is one way for the Five Lakes Champion to make an enterance.

King: I just hope his performance tonight lives up to the introduction.

(As soon as the Cage brothers step foot in the ring, Brannon and Dmitre pounce, raining forearm shots onto the back of the NWA world tag team champs)

EDGEBROOK: Even though the rules say every man for himself, Joey and Dmitre would be wise to have each others backs when possible

KING: So when golden boy Dmitre double teams, it�s smart. When my Cage bros do it, they are cheating. You�re a god damn hypocrite.

(As all four men are in the ring. The crowd starts to roar with boos as Ace Slaughter walks through the crowd and jumps over the security railing. The referee sees Slaughter and tells him not to interfere. Slaughter is holding up his hands. Ace Slaughter walks to the announcers table...)

King: Have yourself a seat Ace.

(King puts his hand out and Ace shakes King`s hand. Edgebrook puts his hand out and Slaughter barely looks at him, as he puts on a headset.)

Slaughter: ALRIGHT!! Let`s do this boys!! Let`s go, Jake!!! Let`s kick ass, Jason!!

Edgebrook: Ace...

Slaughter: You, can call me Mr. Slaughter.

Edgebrook: Ace...

Slaughter(angry): What did i just tell you!! You!! You, can call me Mr. Slaughter!! Are we perfectly clear. Do you understand me?!? Or do.... I.... have... to... talk... slow, so you can understand me!?! Or are you that stupid like these idiotic people?!?

(A few plastic beer cups are thrown at him. Slaughter slams his hands onto the announcer`s table. Ace turns to the crowd.)

Slaughter(showing the crowd his New York Jets Jersey): You ALL can kiss my ass!!! Sit down, fat boy!! You can`t do anything!!! Sit down, before you loose air!!! Hey lady, not even if you were the last thing on earth!! I like my woman smaller than the size of the moon. So sit down, before you give yourself coronary!!

King: I really like this new attitude of yours!!

Slaughter: What new attitude?!? I have`nt changed!! These moronic cave-dwellers have!! They turned on me!!

Edgebrook: Do you think it has something to do with you joining Team NWA. By the way, I notice your waist is bare. Where are YOUR championships?!? That`s ri-i-ight!! You don`t have a title!!

Slaughter(stands up and screaming): Listen here you little puke!! Just because I don`t have a title around my waist, doesn`t mean I`m less of a wrestler. Besides, on January 30th, at the Clash of the Champions, I have to have that man...

(Slaughter points towards Dmetri Wehrman.)

Slaughter: As a tag team partner...

Edgebrook: You two will be taking on your other Team NWA teammates... Jake Cage and Jason Stallion for the NWA World Tag Team Championship!!

Slaughter: Thank you, for interupting me, first thing. Second thing, I`m sure the fellas understand, titles are titles. I always have their backs, but that night I`m going for the gold. Although, I have a complete moron, as a partner. Look at him, he`s getting his ass kicked, in there. In fact, I should help him...

King: Ace don`t!!

Edgebrook: No, let him!! It looks like Wehrman needs the help.

(Ace grabs the metal chair, that he was sitting on and walks towards the ringside area. As Demtri Wehrman is hanging on the ropes, the referee is being distracted. Ace grabs the chair on both sides and bounces the chair off the head of Wehrman. The chairshot echoes through the Melon Arena. As Dmetri Wehrman slinks down onto the mat, Slaughter falls to the crowd and crawls, with chair in hand, away from the ring. Slaughter props the chair into the sitting position. Ace Slaughter downs onto the chair, looking innocent.)

Slaughter: Hey ref, I didn`t do anything!!

(The referee motions Ace Slaughte to go back to the backstage area...)

Referee: That`s it, Slaughter!!

(The referee leaves the ring to tell Ace to leave the ringside area.The referee grabs a house mic.)

Referee: Will security, from the back, escort this gentleman away from ringside

(Security comes a running and Ace Slaughter drops the chair and jumps over the nearest part, of the security railing. Ace Slaughter flips off the security and yells obscenities at the crowd, as he walks back to the backstage area...)

(Brannon is paired off with Jason, quickly gaining an edge with a side Russian leg sweep as Dmitre is still working the body of Jake Cage with right and left hands)

EDGEBROOK: Not the finest moment so far for Team NWA, they are on the short end of the beating stick

KING: Try to not smile so much, I just ate

(However, Cage regains control of Dmitre as Wehrman went for one huge uppercut, but Jake slide stepped it and hit a flashback, dropping the champ to the mat. Meanwhile, Brannon went to pick up Jason, only to be met with a cheap shot to the groin)

EDGEBROOK: Speaking of Team NWA at it�s finest, there it is, cheap wrestling

KING: You say cheap, I say successful

[Jake Cage and Jason Stallion each whip an opponent into the ropes. They signal to each other.]

EDGEBROOK: More double-teaming here I think.

[Jake and Jason grab their opponents in sync and try to whip them out of the corner, but both men reverse it, and send both Cage brothers into each other. Reacting by instinct, Jake ducks and Jason leapfrogs over him before both stop dead in the centre of the ring. The two brothers look at each other and point to their skulls, implying theyare too smart for that. This gives Dmetri the chance to dropkick Jake Cage, as Brannon kicks Jason and the two Team NWA members collide heads and knock each other down.]

EDGEBROOK: Quick thinking by Brannon and Dmetri, they'll have to work together to break this blatant double-teaming.

KING: Even if those two DO team up, they won't stop the Cage brothers. They are World tag team champions remember.

EDGEBROOK: *mutters* Not GLWA tag champs though

KING: I'm telling Jake Cage you said that. He'll knock you out.

EDGEBROOK: Tattletale!

(The four men pair off again, Brannon/Cage and Stallion/Wehrman. Stallion quickly shook off the effects of the noggin knocker and surprises Dmitre with a Northern lights suplex, bridging for the cover)

EDGEBROOK: COVER!!

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KING: DAMN

(And Joey Brannon with the save at 2 and 9/10, with Cage following Brannon in with an elbow drop. All four men are in a scrum on the mat, punching, kicking, doing whatever they can do to inflict some damage)

EDGEBROOK: I can it the headlines now, we went to the GLWA show and a hockey match broke out

KING: Well, Cage is Canadian

(Finally, all four men stand up, throwing haymakers at each other. The Reborn connects with a back elbow to the face of Joey Brannon, before hitting him with a Bookend slam. Cage goes for a neck breaker, but Dmitre counters it, throwing Jake onto his shoulders in a standing firemen�s carry. He shifts his weight a bit�)

EDGEBROOK: ARK VALLEY DRIVER!!! That�s the champs finisher!

KING: Oh crap

(Stallion is attempting to drag Joey Brannon to his feet, but the MidWest champ counters with a low blow, staggering Jason backwards where he falls�.onto his prone brother.)

EDGEBROOK: COVER!!!

KING: NOOOO!!!!

3!!!!!

KING: OH [BLEEP]

LANA: Jake Cage has been eliminated by Jason Stallion!

(Jake is IRATE!! Screaming at Jason, who is just realizing what has just happened is trying to explain to Jake when Joey Brannon sneaks up behind him and attempts a school boy roll up)

EDGEBROOK: COVER!!

3��.NO!!

KING: Well thank God!

(Stallion kicks out and he is pissed. He hits Brannon with a double leg takedown and starting hammering the face of Brannon. Dmitre goes to pull off Jason, but the Reborn elbows Wehrman in the stomach and hits a DDT, flooring the Last Man Standing)

EDGEBROOK: I think accidentally knocking his brother out of this match has really lite a fire under the tail feather of Jason Stallion

KING: Gee James, did ya figure that out all on your own? And�..did you just say tail feather?

(The remaining member of Team NWA turns back to Brannon, who is just getting to his feet. Stallion with a kick in the stomach, doubles over Joey before Jason connects with a rocker dropper, having Brannon hit the mat face first. As the Reborn gets to his feet, he sees a charging Dmitre out of the corner of his eye. Jason crouches, lifts Wehrman up and drops the GLWA champ throat first across the top rope, before he tumbles over the top rope)

EDGEBROOK: Hot shot on the champ, and Jason Stallion is just dominating both men at once.

KING: Look out Brannon, here comes the best damn NWA TV champ there is

(Stallion goes to grab Joey, but Brannon counters with two quick shots to the stomach, then irish whipping Stallion into the ropes. Joey leaps, going for a Hurracanrana, but Jason counters it, holding Joey in a piledriver postion before�.)

EDGEBROOK: TESTIMONY!!!

KING: YIPPIE!!!

(Jason delivers the Styles Clash, driving Joey into the mat)

EDGEBROOK: Cover!!

3!!!

LANA: Joey Brannon has been eliminated by Jason Stallion

(While Jason is celebrating, Dmitre comes up behind him, hitting a running clothesline, knocking both men out of the ring. They two are rolling on the floor, throwing punches)

EDGEBROOK: This has turned from a wrestling match to a glorified street fight

(Both men are on their feet, Stallion goes for the Irish whip, but Dmitre reverses it, sending Stallion back first into the guard rail. Meanwhile, the ref is beginning to count them out)

EDGEBROOK: They aren�t even paying attention to the ref

KING: Jimmy I don�t think they care

(Dmitre charges at Stallion, who counters and sends Wehrman flying over the guard rail, into the ground with a back body drop. Rather than head to the ring, Stallion hops the rail and starts covering Dmitre with fists. The ref finishes his ten count)

EDGEBROOK: It�s a countout!! Neither man gets the W, but Dmitre keeps the title!!

KING: OUTRAGE!!!

EDGEBROOK: And now it's time for our Main Event.

KING: I don't see why everyone is head over heels for this new guy.

EDGEBROOK: He is NOT new. He is part of the BJWC history. He was one of BJWC's greatest Champions.

KING: Roadkill is now up to his feet as well. Dane doesn't even notice. Roadkill charges him...BUT DANE DUCKS DOWN, GRABBING THE ROPE AND PULLING IT DOWN AS WELL. ROADKILL GOES FLYING OVER THE ROPES AND LANDS HARD ON THE OUTSIDE.

KING: Things are looking good for Roadkill as Malice has left him almost unconsious on the outside.

EDGEBROOK: Well Malice has just pulled Roadkill to his feet and pushed him into the ring.

KING: Dane stands to his feet and pulls Roadkill up. HIT THE SPOTLIGHT ON ROADKILL. Dane drops for the pin...

KING: I think so. Mainly because neither man has enough energy to pin the other.

KING: All he has to do, is to not be pinned within the next three and a half minutes, then he is wins.

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill is stirring, sitting up and looking around. Dane on the other hand, has found his way to the corner.

EDGEBROOK: I wouldn't be so quick to doubt Roadkill. He has been through a lot worse than this.

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill has made his way to the ropes and is using them to pull himself up.

KING: Is he trying to give this match away? He's been staring at that table for a minute, already. Matter of fact...here comes Dane, trying to maybe see if Roadkill is okay.

KING: Roadkill runs over and grabs Jackson Dane. He grabs him around the sides, belly to belly suplex...INTO A BRIDGE PIN!!!

KING: Roadkill almost had his third pin there. He needs it and he needs it fast.

EDGEBROOK: I think that took every last ounce of energy from Dane, because he isn't even moving.

{The clock on the titan-tron, drops down to a seconds clock and begins ticking away}

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill elbows Dane in the stomach and grabs him for the Roadkiller...BUT DANE PUSHES HIM AWAY.

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill drops down and hooks Dane's leg. Letner is almost reluctant to drop down for the count.

EDGEBROOK: Wait....Letner just stopped the count and put Dane's other leg on the ropes. HE'S YELLING TO ROADKILL TO LET GO!!!

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill looks up at the titan-tron and sees Letner moving Dane's leg.

And your winner...
Jackson Dane
Votes: Jackson Dane (2) - Roadkill (2) {Vote given to Dane for storyline purposes}

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill hits Letner with a left...then a right...then a left...he pulls back...AND KNOCKS LETNER OVER THE TABLE.

EDGEBROOK: Letner is back up to his feet as Roadkill pushes the table into his stomach. The 'Killer reaches across the table...ROADKILLER ONTO LETNER, THROUGH THE TABLE.

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill has got his revenge and now is out of the ring and into the crowd.

EDGEBROOK: Well folks, thats all for tonight. See you next time, on GLWA Primetime!!!

{Camera's fade out on picture of Roadkill flipping off Team NWA as he heads into the crowd}