AND NOW TIME FOR THE
SHOW...
FIRST
HOUR!!!
{Our scene opens and we find ourselves in the back, looking at the door to the car garage. The door opens and Triple Six Trek is seen walking in with a gym bag in tote. Before the door can even shut, a delivery guy walks up to him}
Delivery Man: Excuse me.
{Trek turns and looks at the guy}
Trek: What the hell is
this?
Delivery Man: You are Triple Six Trek correct?
{You can tell
the delivery guy is a little freaked out}
Trek: Who wants to
know?
{Trek drops the bag off of his shoulder}
Delivery Man: Come
on man, don't give me a hard time, I'm just doing my job. Someone has sent
you flowers.
{Trek gives the guy an odd look, then rips the flowers
from his hand and quickly grabs the card to see who it is from. It reads
"With Love, signed, Your secret admirer."}
{Trek smirks}
Trek: Hmmm.. I bet this is from that hasbeen
Roadkill's woman. Thanks kid.
{Trek turns around and tries to walk
away, but the delivery guy taps him on the shoulder. Trek turns back
around and the guy has his hand out}
Delivery Man: No tip?
{Trek makes a funny noise and then spits a green 'loogie' into the delivery guys' hand}
Delivery Man: GROSS!!!
{Trek smiles as he begins to walk
away. He takes a sniff of his flowers then tosses them into a garbage can
as he passes}
EDGEBROOK: My name is James Edgebrook.
KING: And my name is Richard King.
EDGEBROOK: WELCOME to GLWA Primetime.
KING: You sent Trek those flowers, didn't
you?
{Edgebrook looks at King}
EDGEBROOK: You have got to be kidding me. Hell
no,
I didn't.
KING: Mmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm,
yeah....sure!
(The arena lights start to flicker, with sounds of thunder and lighting crackling throughout the arena. Edgebrook leaps out of his seat and is hiding behind the announcer`s table.)
Edgebrook: HOLY SH(bleep)T!!
King: Why are you on the floor?
Edgebrook: I... sorta have this phobia with thunderstorms.
King: You have to be kidding...
(Thunder shakes the arena. Some the people, in the stands, also jumped. This time Richard King is now crouching behind the announcer`s table.)
Edgebrook: What`s a matter, King. The bad widdle thunder scares little Richard.
King: Shut up!! That was loud!! Why are we hearing thunderstorms and why are the lights flickering?
(The house lights flicker then the arena goes black. The crowd starts to murmur, while some of the younger crowd starts to worry. Within a few seconds, the lights come back on and instantly the crowd starts to boo, loudly. Ace Slaughter is standing in the middle of the ring, wearing his ring attire and one half of the NWA World Tag Team Championships, over his left shoulder.)
Crowd: SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!!
Slaughter: SHUT UP!! EVERYONE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!!
Edgebrook: Ace Slaughter was reluctant to be tag partners with Dmetri Wehrman.
King: Ace did the right thing, by trying to prevent Dmetri from winning the match.
Slaughter: If you backwoods Ohio braindead idiots, close your yappers for one single second, your hero, "Superstar" Ace Slaughter...
(Slaughter points to the crowd and yells to the crowd.)
Slaughter: Hey, buddy!!! I would sit down and shut up, if I were you and God help if I was. It must be aweful, looking that ugly and fat. Don`t you have any kind of self-worth? Don`t you care about yourself, to at least do one sit-up? Look at me.
(Ace Slaughter holds up his shirt to show a well sculpted abdomen.)
Slaughter: I am 6 feet 4 inches and weigh two hundred and eighty five pounds of pure muscle. Hey, fat boy, better sit down, before I walk over there and slap the taste out of your mouth.
(A forty-something man, with a Joey Brannon t-shirt on, is yelling obsenities towards Slaughter.)
Slaughter: Hey, tough man, that`s right, strain your fat ass over the security railing.
(The man is trying to climb over the railing, as some of the arena`s security is trying to prevent the man from flopping over the railing. As the obese man, tries to climb over the railing, his hand slips and he ended up hurting himself, by straddling the guardrail.)
Crowd: OU-U-U-U-U!!
King: That looks like it hurts.
Edgebrook: I bet he`s singing soprano now.
(The security gently helps the hurt man, onto the ringside area mats. Slaughter then walks over to the ropes.)
Slaughter: That`s right!! Get his fat ass, out of here!! Dumbass!!
(Getting impatient, Slaughter walks to the ringropes and starts to yell at the security guards. Ace then exits the ring.)
Edgebrook: What is Ace Slaughter doing?
King: Calm down, he`s just helping a fan to his feet.
(Slaughter helps the security guards stand the man up. While the man tries to get his balance and puts his left hand onto Ace Slaughter`s chest. Ace looks at the man then at the man`s hand, back to the man, then back at the man`s hand. The man is finally up to his feet and puts weight behind his hand onto Slaughter`s chest. Ace stumbles back...)
Slaughter: You all saw that!! That man tried to attack me!!
(The fallen man is barely standing, when Ace Slaughter walks over to the injured man, kicks him in the gut, and then WHAM!! DDT`s the man onto the ringside mats.)
Edgebrook: OH MY GOD!! ACE SLAUGHTER JUST DDT`D THAT POOR FAN!!
King: The man is lying motionless!!
Edgebrook: Get the paramedics out here, now!!
(Slaughter slides back into the ring, as the paramedics rolls a gurney, from the backstage area.)
Slaughter: Get that waste of mass, out of here!! Do your jobs fellas and GET THAT TUB OF LARD OUT OF HERE!! Now, before I was RUDELY interupted, I was telling you people, how stupid you people are.
Crowd: SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!!
Slaughter: You people are as bad, as the co-holder of the world tag titles, Dmetri Wherman!!
Crowd: D-Metri!! D-Metri!! D-Metri!! D-Metri!!
Slaughter: Don`t you dare say his name, in my presence, EVER AGAIN!!
Crowd: Dmetri!! Dmetri!! Dmetri!! Dmetri!!
Slaughter: Wherman and I, can be champs for a long long time, if he knows where he stands, on the team. Dmetri Wehrman, you follow my orders and keep your mouth shut!! And that goes for everyone else, in the back. Team NWA and Robert Letner is in charge!! You boo us, because your afraid. You wish you were just like us. The fancy clothes, fancy restaurants, the limos, wine, women. Now, I have to stay away from the women. Because, why go for milk, when have the cow at home. Speaking of cows, when I look around this ugly(shivers in disgust) crowd, I see a lot of bovine, here. Because, if you like us, or hate us, everyone will learn to respect us, because Team NWA, is the best thing going today!!
(The crowd starts to throw plastic cups and debris, into the ring. Ace Slaughter stands in the middle of the ring, with his arms wide open, with arrogant grin across his face. Slaughter leaves the ring, the fans continue to throw things at Ace, as Slaughter walks up the ramp, with one half of the World Tag Team titles, on his shoulder.)
EDGEBROOK: Make it or break it night continues here with one of the GLWA�s brightest stars in Jason Stallion and one of it�s brightest up and comers in in Rob Torborg
KING: So wear sunglasses
EDGEBROOK: errr, yes, something like that
[The lights begin to slowly flicker, as if there was a shortage of energy, as the opening chords to 'Just Close Your Eyes' by Waterproof Blonde play methodically to the arena. White and gold pyros begin shooting out as the fans go into an uproar as the song begins to speed up.]
#Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see
#Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be
#One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew
#And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you
[...Rob Torborg passed through the Curtain and enters the arena. Raising his arms in the air, several golden sparklers shoot out from behind him as he makes his way down the ramp to a loud bang and explosions shooting from the ramp.]
James: And here comes Rob Torborg, coming off a win last week.
Richard: Not only that, but it looks like he may have the advantage tonight.
#Inside me a light was turned on Then I was alive
#If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
#Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed
#In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
#and find me waiting there you'll see
#if you just close your eyes
[Rob slides in through the bottom rope, and crawls up on the second rope, raising his arms in the air to loud cheers.]
LANA: And now his opponent, weighting in at 241 pounds.
Now residing in Bountiful, Utah...he is Team NWA member Jason Stallion!
[Wearing his usual Team NWA
colours, Jason stallion steps through the cutain with a blank-expression as Jade
accompanies him to ringside.]
BODIN: Jason seems dead out here tonight, he's not his
usual cocky self.
KING: Why
should he be? This Rob Torberg guy is toast. This match will be over faster
than a Britney Spears marriage.
BODIN: Not gonna give this kid any credit are you?
KING: Well, he had the guts to
show up, I'll give him that.
(The two men meet in the middle, Stallion attempting to pysch out the rookie before the match gets off the ground. Stallion plants a finger in the chest, but Torborg quickly swats it away. Jason smirks a bit before jabbing another meaty index finger in the chest but Rob quickly counters with a snap jab to the face, staggering Stallion back a bit)
EDGEBROOK: Whoa! The rookie not backing down from the star
KING: He should! He�s Team NWA for god�s sake!
(Torborg quickly lands another punch, before leaping and hitting a dropkick to the right knee, knocking his base from under him, as Stallion lands face first on the mat. Torborg quickly stalks over, starts laying the boots to the aforementioned right knee of Jason)
KING: Stay away from that knee!! That is Team NWA Property! Does this kid know who he is messing with?
(Stallion grabs Rob by the tights, throwing him through the middle rope onto the floor, but the damage has already been done as Stallion is clutching his knee, a ravaged look on his face)
EDGEBROOK: The backbone of Team NWA clutching his leg, that can�t bode well for them
KING: Oh �ye of little faith, Stallion will be fine
(Reborn finally get to his feet, but Torborg quickly slides in under the bottom rope, dives and puts his shoulder into the back of Stallion�s leg, connecting with the chop block, sending Stallion reeling to the mat)
EDGEBROOK: King, I am shocked to say that this match has been all Rob Torborg
KING: Jimmy James I am just as surprised as you are
(Without skipping a beat, Rob grabs the right left of Jason, quickly turning him over into a half boston crab, pulling back with a vengeance)
EDGEBROOK: You can almost hear the tendons ripping and shredding as Torborg is really yanking on that knee
KING: Get some help in there! He is � of the premium group on the NWA today!!
(Stallion finally gets to the ropes, forcing the hold to be broken. Jason rolls out of the ring, again clutching at his leg. Rather than Torborg following him out, the rookie taunts the crowd)
EDGEBROOK: A rookie mistake here by Rob, you can let the vet Stallion get his bearing back together
KING: Stallion is a vet now?
EDGEBROOK: Well, in the scheme of things he is the veteran in this match
(The Real Deal finally turns towards Stallion, but Jason jumps, grabs the head of Rob and drops it across the top rope in a modified hot shot)
EDGEBROOK: Finally some offense from the Team NWA member, dropping Torborg throat first across the top rope
KING: He was just luring young Torborg into his twisted web
(Stallion quickly slides in, grabbing the waist of Torborg, pivoting and then pops his hips, sending Rob up and then drops him with a northern lights suplex, holding the bridge for the cover)
EDGEBROOK: Cover!!
1
2
�.Kickout!
EDGEBROOK: Still some fight left in the young rookie
KING: If he woulda just stayed down, he could have been partying down with the Team NWA groupies already
EDGEBROOK: Why would Torborg be chilling with the groupies?
KING: Ummm�.wow look at Stallion go!
(Not minding the comment from King, Jason Stallion is indeed in control. Stallion lands two stinging knife edged chops to the chest of Torborg as the crowd does that annoying WOOOOO chant)
EDGEBROOK: You can almost hear the redness growing on that young men�s chest
(Stallion whips Torborg across the ring into the turnbuckles, where Rob lands with a sickening thud. Jason takes a step back, charges, leaps for a stinger splash, but Torborg moves at the last second as Stallion lands face first into the turnbuckle)
EDGEBROOK: Torborg ensures Stallion having a meal consisting of turnbuckle and rope
KING: You stay up all night writing that one?
EDGEBROOK: No, I got to bed around 2, 2:30
(The Reborn staggers out of the corner, Torborg quickly sneaks behind him, lifts, and connects with an inverted backbreaker, sending Stallion crashing to the mat)
EDGEBROOK: The self proclaimed real deal still fighting back against Stallion
KING: One has to wonder why
(Torborg quickly brings Stallion to his feet, attempts a big haymaker, but Stallion ducks, counters with crescent kick, stunning Torborg)
EDGEBROOK: Textbook counter by Reborn
[Jason runs across the ring and jumps to the top rope.
Rob Torberg is starting to get up as the crowd is heckling Jason, while the
youngest Cage steadies himself.]
Bodin: Jason off the ropes with an axehandle....NO, Torberg
blocked it with a fist.
[Rob
hits Jason Stallion with a fist to the gut that propels Jason to a front
somersault. The former TV champ rolls with it though and pops back up, ducking a
Torberg lunge and unloading with a jumping neckbreaker.]
KING: Huge neckbreaker! Jason
Stallion with potentially the kill shot here!
BODIN: Torberg is down and he's not quick to get up.
(Stallion stalks over to the fallen Torborg, lifting him up for a piledriver type move. But Stallion shifts his legs�..)
EDGEBROOK: Testimony!!!
KING: Game, Set, Match!
EDGEBROOK: COVER!!!
1
2
3!!
*DING DING DING*
EDGEBROOK: Helluva fight by Torborg, but he just couldn�t get it done
KING: And here comes another squash match.
EDGEBROOK: Kid Ego Diesel Warren verses Brad Striker; the second of our make it or break it matches tonight. We can�t really discount any of our competitors tonight.
KING: Quit trying to tow the company line. We both know tonight is a trial by fire for these youngsters. No matter what type of experience they�ve had before, the GLWA superstars will tear them apart!
EDGEBROOK: All of the men in the GLWA are fine competitors. And I believe that Brad Striker will carry himself well out there. And here he comes�
(As Striker�s music plays, he seems to be doing a bad Hoganesque intro, trying to pump up the crowd who start booing incessantly at the obvious attempt to get points)
KING: That might have been the lamest introduction I�ve ever seen. Where did he learn his ring entrance form? The Gillberg School of bad promos?
EDGEBROOK: Can you back off of this guy? I�ve never seen you ride a kid so hard.
KING: Well, there was this one time with a great girl in Tampa�
EDGEBROOK: Thank God! Saved by the intro music�
(Da Kid steps out to a big pop from the Columbus fans.
His ring attire is normal with the exception of a T-shirt with the GLWA logo on
the front and AW on the back.)
Leah: Weighing in at 218Lbs� Kid Ego!!!
EDGEBROOK: Now, we go to the action. The Kid seems real cocky in the ring tonight.
(Striker charges in and throws a hard clothesline that is easily sidestepped. Ego takes him to the mat with a solid drop toehold and synchs in a side headlock.)
KING: If there weren�t another guy with the name, I�d call Striker Reckless Youth. That was just a telegraphed move to a guy like Ego.
EDGEBROOK: DW keeps tightening the screws on Brad Striker. Both men are trying to get to their feet. Striker looks to fire Ego into the ropes�
KING: Kid just held on. He�s just cranking down on that headlock!
EDGEBROOK: This is why Kid Ego is one of the best in the business. No cheap escapes tonight. Striker now locking his hands� Belly to back suplex� Ego hits hard and finally lets go of the hold.
KING: That had to wear Striker out. That constant pressure to the head can mess up equilibrium�
EDGEBROOK: And that�s very true. Striker can�t seem to find his legs. Ego is back to his feet as well. Collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Snap suplex from the Kid and a quick cover�
One�
Two�
Kick out by Striker!
KING: Almost a quick win by Mr. Warren. Too bad Striker wants more punishment.
EDGEBROOK: Ego has Brad back to his feet. Short whip into the corner� Diesel with the schoolboy�
One�
Two�.
Thr�. NO! Striker kicked out again!
KING: What is Kid Ego going to need to do to put this chump in his place?
EDGEBROOK: I told you Dick; the men in the GLWA are the best in the business. Nowhere else will you see this type of balanced competition.
KING: You can stop anytime James�
EDGEBROOK: Striker sweeping the legs of Kid Ego. He follows that up with an elbow. Now Striker is hooking in an overhand wristlock. Brad follows that up with a leg scissors to keep the Kid grounded.
KING: Oh My GOD! EGO�S bridging up!
EDGEBROOK: And Striker is rolling on to his shoulders�. Cover�
One�.
Two�
And Striker finally lets go of the hold and escapes�
KING: An amazing counter by Warren.
EDGEBROOK: Both men back to a vertical base and locked together in the center of the ring. Solid boot to the midsection by Striker. He follows up with a butterfly suplex. Diesel hit the mat hard there King.
KING: Striker must be getting a second wind. Or, with the way he started off, his first.
EDGEBROOK: Striker back to the overhand wristlock that has served him so well so far. He shifts that into a modified chicken wing� Striker�s going for a cross-faced chicken wing!
KING: Where the heck did this come from?
EDGEBROOK: Brad Striker has locked in a cross-faced chicken wing on Kid Ego! Diesel is squirming towards the ropes�. And he gets a foot on that makes Striker break the hold. Our referee is stepping in to guarantee a clean break between the two men.
(Diesel gets to a knee and is shaking out his left arm, glairing at Striker.)
KING: Look at the hate in the eyes of Da Kid. I guess he expected an easy night tonight too.
EDGEBROOK: And Brad Striker is giving him all he wanted and more. Ego, back to his feet now and connects with a solid right. Another right and a boot to the midsection�
KING: Striker caught the boot!
EDGEBROOK: And Ego counters with an enziguri to the back of Striker�s head. Brad is down and Diesel climbing quickly to the top turnbuckle. Huge leg-drop off the top rope!
KING: Striker has to be finished. That may not have been an Ego Boost, but that did the damage.
EDGEBROOK: Cover by Warren�.
One�.
Two�.
Thre�. NO! Striker Kicked Out! Referee Clint Hoffman shows two fingers and we are still going.
KING: What will it take to put down Brad Striker?
EDGEBROOK: Kid Ego has to be asking himself that same question Dick.
KING: Will somebody please come out here and hit Striker in the head with a shovel. This is making me sick.
EDGEBROOK: Diesel now getting back to his feet and dragging up Striker. Hard boot to the midsection by Ego� Looks like he�s going for a power bomb!
(With the huge impact, the crowd explodes in a sickening groan)
EDGEBROOK: Cover�.
One�.
Two�.
Three�
LANA: The winner of the match: "Kid Ego" Diesel
Warren!
COMMERCIAL
{After stopping by
the presidents office for his pre show briefing, Triple Six Trek finally reaches
his special dressing room. Having the right contacts always helps get you
the best dressing rooms}
{As he
opens the door he stands there is shock. His dressing room is filled with
flowers of all kinds. He starts pulling the cards off of them and they all
read the same thing. "With Love, yours truly, Your secret admirer"}
Trek: What the hell? Am I
dealing with a stalker here? If only Roadkill could satisfy his woman, I
wouldn't have to put up with this kind of stuff.
{Suddenly there is knock at the door. Trek opens it
suddenly, a little perturbed at the interruption. At the door is another
delivery person with a box of chocolates}
{The man reads the delivery ticket}
MAN: "Mr. Trek?"
{Trek knocks the box of chocolates
from his hands}
Trek: "No more deliveries. Do you hear me? If I
see you again tonight, you will regret it."
{The delivery man looks at Trek with fear in his eyes and
nods his understanding. Trek slams the door as we fade
out}
LETNER: Dammit, Ace.
{Letner is looking at some paperwork}
LETNER: You need
to calm down. I'm tired of paying medical bills for fans. You're
going to make us go bankrupt.
{Letner looks at another paper and smirks}
LETNER: So will Jake if he doesn't stop these midnight trips to the 'juice' stores.
{Letner shakes his head, when knock interupts him}
LETNER: Come in.
{The door can be heard opening as Letner is quickly to his feet}
LETNER: What do you want?
{The camera pans out and we can now see Nightmare standing there, with the GLWA Brutality Title over his shoulder, and a silver urn in his hand}
NIGHTMARE: Calm down, Letner. I've brought you...a peace offering.
{A smirk sneaks across Nightmare's lips}
LETNER: You were a punk when Malice asked me to train you...and you are still a punk. No amount of training will ever help you.
NIGHTMARE: Well thats one man's opinion. And as for the training...
{Nightmare taps the GLWA Brutality Title}
NIGHTMARE: ...you did quite well. But I am not here to bicker. It seems I have something that you want.
LETNER: And what is that?
{Nightmare holds up the urn}
NIGHTMARE: The NWF Heartland Title.
{A look of anger creeps across Letner's face}
LETNER: You are damn lucky I don't have you arrested for destroying private property, Nightmare.
NIGHTMARE: And you're lucky I don't go ape shit on you right now.
{Letner reaches
over his desk and graps Nightmare by the collar, pulling him face to face}
LETNER: I was Hardcore before you
knew what that thing between your legs was for.
NIGHTMARE: Well I know I have one thing...thats between my legs.
{Letner smirks}
NIGHTMARE: A nice big set of brass balls.
{Nightmare suddenly hauls of and slams the urn into Letner's head, sending Letner to the ground. Nightmare quickly grips his Brutality Title and gets out of the Presidents office}
KING: SOMEONE ARREST HIM!!!
EDGEBROOK: Calm down, King.
KING: No...someone arrest that punk. I can't believe he just did that.
EDGEBROOK: Breath, man, breathe. We have a match to tend too.
Regular Match
Dmetri Wehrman vs. Ben
Mauler
EDGEBROOK: We�re all set for this next match here, the rookie Ben Mauler will try to play giant-killer here as he takes on the GLWA champion, Dmetri Wehrman. Tough night for Mauler here.
KING: Or the perfect time for an upset. Dmetri�s bound to be looking ahead to Jason Stallion at Love Hurts. This could get very bad for the champ.
[In the ring, Ben Mauler is warming up waiting for Lana to announce his opponent.]
KING: What, no ring entrance for Ben Mauler?
EDGEBROOK: I guess not. No st�
KING: I swear, if you say �No strat� I�m gonna pop you one.
EDGEBROOK: fair enough.
LANA: Now entering the ring, weighing in at...
[She�s interrupted by the opening chords to �Reise� by Rammstein. The boos start almost immediately as Jason Stallion walks down the ramp, still in his wrestling gear with a towel around his neck.]
EDGEBROOK: Jason Stallion? That�s not the GLWA champ!
KING: He�s coming over here.
[The brash Team NWA member takes a seat beside Richard King as the announcer shakes his hand and hands him a headset.]
KING: Jason Stallion is joining us for commentary. Finally Letner gives me a decent announce partner.
EDGEBROOK: Great, as if one jerk wasn�t enough.
JASON: you might want to watch yourself kid. Hey Richard how are you doing?
KING: I�m great Jason, did you get the early birthday present I sent you?
JASON: Yeah, it�s a great jacket too. Thanks
EDGEBROOK: *coughs* suck-up.
(The opening chords to Seven Nation Army strike and the packed house in Columbus explode)
Edgebrook: And here comes Dmitre.
Lana: And making his way to the ring, from Wichita, Kansas... He is the GLWA Heavyweight Champion, and one half of the NWA World Tag Team Champions... Dmitre Wehrman!
King: That man's introduction gets longer every night out...
(Dmitre gets into the ring and raises his NWA Tag belt over his head as the GLWA Heavyweight title is wrapped around his waist.)
JASON: Don�t worry bud, I�ll do Lana a favor and shorten that introduction in a couple weeks.
EDGEBROOK: you�re not out her to cause trouble are you, Jason?
Ding, Ding!
[The champ quickly locks up with the Ben Mauler, gaining a quick advantage by throwing him to the ground.]
JASON: I wouldn�t dream of it. I�m merely here to offer �spiritual commentary�.
EDGEBROOK: Spiritual commentary?
[Dmetri stays on the attack with a quick hiptoss, followed by a double-leg takedown into a front-facelock.]
JASON: Yes, spiritual commentary. For example, Dmetri Wehrman doesn�t have a �prayer� of keeping his GLWA title past Love Hurts.
KING: Prayers are spiritual.
EDGEBROOK: Ah geez.
[Ben is able to break the hold with an elbow to the chest and gets back to his feet, where he is quickly grounded by a knee lift. With his opponent down to one knee Dmetri picks him up and delivers a snap suplex, keeping a hold on Ben�s head as he picks up Mauler again for the second suplex.]
EDGEBROOK: double-suplex by Wehrman, he looks eager to finish this one quickly.
KING: He�s not letting this kid have any offense this match. Do you have anything to add Jason?
JASON: It�s impressive, I�ll give you that.
[Dmetri picks up Ben Wehrman looking for a DDT, but Mauler hooks Dmetri�s leg and rolls the GLWA champ into an inside cradle.]
ONE�.
TWO *kickout*
JASON: But all it takes is three seconds to win a match.
EDGEBROOK: And those three seconds almost belonged to Ben Mauler.
[A little surprised, Dmetri lunges forward for a clothesline, but Mauler ducks it and hit a neckbreaker which neutralizes the champion. The crowd starts to get in the match as Mauler reaches to Dmetri�s waist and goes for a German suplex, but Wehrman lands on his feet, chop-blocking Ben�s left leg in a flash and pulling up into an anklelock.]
KING: Dmetri going for a submission hold. Hope you�re taking notes bud.
JASON: Oh I take notes alright, but if Dmetri thinks he�s going to out-wrestle me with submission holds then he hasn�t done his homework.
EDGEBROOK: It�s working on Mauler though, he�s struggling right now.
[Ben rolls on the mat, thrashing to get to the ropes. Dmetri tries to hold his stance, but his opponent is just strong enough to wiggle within reach, and the tips of his fingers grip the ropes as the ref orders a break.
The crowd starts to chant for Dmetri as he stays on the attack with kicks to the midsection as Ben gets back to his feet. Up against the ropes, he whips Mauler across, then catches him on the rebound with a cross bodyblock.]
EDGEBROOK: Ben looks to be reeling now; Dmetri seems to be well in control.
KING: This looks dangerous for Ben Mauler.
JASON: Your right it does, this requires closer scouting.
EDGEBROOK: What?
[Jason stallion gets up from his seat and walks over to Lana�s table, picking up the GLWA heavyweight title and resting it on his shoulder. Dmetri shoots his rival a sneer as he picks up Ben Mauler, while Jason postures with the belt.]
EDGEBROOK: Jason�s up to no good here.
[The distraction doesn�t seem o faze Dmetri though. He is caught off-guard by a punch from Ben, but responds with two shots of his own, knocking Ben Mauler to one knee.]
EDGEBROOK: Collar and elbow tie up. The Champion is driving Ben Mauler back into the ropes.
KING: I think I'm going to have to agree with Dmitre. Ben Mauler bit off more than he could chew by taking on the GLWA champion.
EDGEBROOK: Hard whip across the ring sends Mauler in... And he's caught by a monstrous clothesline from Dmitre. He does not seem to be in a mood to play around tonight.)
KING: I can't believe the reversal by Mauler. I've never seen anyone pull off that move.
[The crowd pops a little as they see the newcomer turning the tide, smelling a possible upset.]
EDGEBROOK: Ben Mauler now with the upper hand on the Heavyweight Champion, laying the boots to Dmitre Wehrman. Our referee stepping in and Wehrman rolls to the outside.
KING: And it looks like Ben is following right behind him.
[Dmetri stands just a few feet away from Jason Stallion, as the two start jawing at each other. Jason taps Dmetri�s title, allowing enough of a diversion for Ben to attack.]
ONE�.
TWO�.
THREE�
EDGEBROOK: Mauler whipping the champion around and catching him with a hard right. Dmetri responds with a left, then Mauler with another right.
FOUR�
FIVE�.
EDGEBROOK: Setting up for a suplex on the outside. Blocked by the Champion and countered with a vicious snap suplex of his own.
SIX�.
SEVEN�
King: Mauler looks to have hit hard. He may be out.
[Dmetri gives a defiant glance to Jason stallion as starts to get on the apron.]
EIGHT�..
Edgebrook: Dmitre looking to get back in to stop the ten count
King: Look out for Jason though!
[Jason pulls the belt off his shoulder and charges forward, hitting Dmetri in the back of the head with his GLWA title as he is turned away. The force of the impact causes him to lose grip of the top rope and fall off the apron.]
NINE�
Edgebrook: Jason just hit Dmetri Wehrman with the GLWA title.
KING: And Wehrman didn�t get back in the ring!
TEN�.. *Ding, Ding*
[The match ends as Jason stallion is putting the boots to Dmetri outside the ring, and the ref counts both men out.]
LANA: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a double-countout, this match is a Draw!
EDGEBROOK: That�s not the story here though.
[Jason picks up Dmetri over his shoulder, and drops him down gut-first over the security bar, prompting an Ooh from the crowd. He then reaches into the first row and yells at a guy to get out of his seat. Pulling the metal folding chair out from under him, he brings it back over the rail and stares at it, gleaming.]
[Jason grabs a staggered Dmetri and places the top of the folded chair under his throat, shouting at his future opponent.]
JASON: Who�s laughing now, Wehrman? Who�s laughing now?
[In a fluid motion, he brings both Dmetri�s head and the chair up, and slams the chair down on the floor, driving the backside into Dmetri�s neck.]
CROWD: Booooo!
KING: That was sick! Dmetri Wehrman is clutching his throat, and the referees are starting to pour down.
EDGEBROOK: Absolutely ruthless by the Number one contender. Jason Stallion will meet Dmetri at Love Hurts for the GLWA Heavyweight title, and from the looks of it he�ll do anything to win.
[The ref shoo Jason away as he holds up the GLWA title over his head for effect, then throws it to the floor beside the gagging Dmetri.]
KING: Can you say �new champion�? Because I can feel it!
EDGEBROOK: Or maybe this is just the spark that Dmetri Wehrman needs. We�ll find out in two weeks.
And your winner...{Our camera's quickly cut to the President's Office, where Letner is being helped up by Ace Slaughter}
CAGE: Hey Robert...did you know they sell beer in juiceboxes now?
{Jake walks into the room, drinking from a box that has 'Labatt' written on it in black magic marker}
CAGE: Holy shit, what happened?
LETNER: That bug, Nightmare, hit me with that stupid urn.
{The urn lay bent up against the wall. Jake furrows his brow}
CAGE: Don't worry Boss, I'll get the little fucker!
{Jake grabs the bent urn, looks at it, then uses the sharp end to cut open the top of his 'juice box'. He quickly drinks the contents, tosses the box down...and leaves the room}
COMMERCIAL
Regular Match
Jake Cage vs. Jordan
Banks
GLWA Brutality
Title Match - Hardcore Rulez
Nightmare
(C) vs. Yoshima Kawazughi
Edgebrook: Hey Richard, our next match will be for the GLWA Brutality Championship with Hardcore Rules.
King: That`s right. It will be the champ Nightmare going against the challenger Yoshi Kawazughi.
Edgebrook: Gesundheit!!
King: James Edgebrook!! You shouldn`t say things like that, children could be watching. We try to run a decent and respectable program here.
Edgebrook: So, Richard... how much carnage could we see in the next match?
(Suddenly the lights go out. "Let it Out" by Hoobastank begins to bare over the PA system.)
King: That all depends on the mood of our GLWA Brutality Champ, Nightmare.
# 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.)
Edgebrook: Here
comes Nightmare! And look at his eyes! He's all fired up!
# 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!! #
(Nightmare begins to walk to the ring, while pushing a wheelbarrow. Inside the wheelbarrow, are two trashcans. Both are standing upright, full of potential weapons. Inside one trashcan is a stopsign, speedlimit sign, two metal baking trays, a cheese grater, barbed wire, and a fire extinguisher. The other trashcan is filled with numerous items, that can`t be seen at this moment. But what we can see, sticking out from the top of the trashcan, is a metal bedpan, a generic clock radio, a large print pushbutton phone, a Driver(golf club), and a 2x4. Right in the wheelbarrow, beside the trash cans, are two trashcan lids)
Edgebrook: Look at the intensity, on the face of Nightmare.
# 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
#
King: You're
actually right. Nightmare does look focused. First time for everything!
# 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]
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 walks down to the end of the entrance ramp and walks to ringside area. Nightmare begins to throw items into the ring. First to fly is the two trashcan lids, then the metal baking trays. The trashcan that has the metal signs in it, flies over the toprope and crashes inside the ring. A few items popped out of the can, like the cheese grater. The other trashcan gets thrown into the ring as well. The clockradio and the phone flies out of the can, as the trashcan crashes inside the ring. 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 dont 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] #
(Nightmare jumps down onto the mat and walks over to a trashcan and dumps out everything inside, then walks over to the other trashcan and he dumps everything out of that trashcan, as well. A small box falls out of the can. Nightmare gives a devilish smirk on his face, as he picks up the small box. Nightmare shows the crowd a small box, with the words THUMB TACKS, on the side of the small box. Nightmare kicks a few things out of the way and starts to dump the tacks around the center of the ring.)
(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. Yoshima pushes a
grocery cart, that it is full with a trashcan, metal trays, two folding metal
chairs, an eggbeater, a rusty metal birdcage, a computer tower]
# 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 pushes the cart down to ringside.)
Lana Turner: And
from Tokyo Japan, at two hundred and twenty eight pounds... Yoshima "The One"
Kawazu-u-ughi-i-i!
(Yoshima takes his tank-top off and throws it to the floor. He steps into the ring. He walks closer, intimidating Lana Turner, the ring announcer. Again, proving he is not here to mess around. Kawazughi 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... #
(As Yoshima Kawazughi is standing on the second turnbuckle, Nightmare grabs for chair. Some, of the crowd is shouting towards Yoshima, as they point in the direction of Nightmare.)
[KLANG!!!]
(Nightmare slams the metal chair against the lower back of Kawazughi. Yoshima collapses onto the mat. Nightmare stomps onto Kawazughi. Yoshi gets picked up and slammed hard onto his back. Yoshima arches his back up, writhing around in pain. Nightmare drops the chair, picks up "The One" and hits Yoshi with a clothesline. As Kawazughi stands up, Nightmare picks up the chair and tosses it to Yoshi.)
[KLANG!!]
Edgebrook: Holy hell!! Richard, did you just see that!?!
King: I`m not blind!! I saw Nightmare dropkick the chair into Yoshima`s face. As Yoshi staggers to stand up, upquick jab, to the nose. Yoshima swings in vain, completly missing Nightmare with an errant swing. Nightmare slams his right boot onto the mat, as he snaps another hard right to the nose of Yoshima Kawazughi.)
Edgebrook: It looks like the nose of Yoshi Kawazughi, is broken.
King: You can tell that, by the amount of blood, Yoshi has been spitting out.
[KLANG!!]
[KLANG!!]
[KLANG!!]
[KLANG!!]
(As Yoshima was spitting blood and trying to get his balance, Nightmare picked up two trashcan lids and proceeds to hit Kawazughi with both lids onto both sides of his head. Yoshi staggers and, again, takes an errant swing towards Nightmare, who mocks Yoshima.)
[KLANG!!]
(Nightmare drops the trash can lids. Nightmare picks up a bleeding Yoshi and bounces him off the ropes. As Kawazughi comes flying off the ropes, Nightmare nails Yoshima with a spinning neckbreaker. Nightmare walks towards a somewhat fallen Yoshima. As Nightmare reaches down to Yoshi, he gets sprayed in the face with an fire extinguisher.)
King: That dirty...
Edgebrook: Do I have to remind you, that this IS a hardcore rules match, for the GLWA Brutality Title? Anything goes in this kind of match.
(Nightmare tries in vain to protect himself, as he blinded by the fire extinguisher, he crawls back. He crawled right into a corner. Yoshima Kawazughi gleems at the sight of a blinded Nightmare. Yoshi approaches the fallen Nightmare, the referee prevents Yoshi from getting any closer.)
Yoshima: You`ve got to me kidding me!?!
The ref: Look at this. I am the ring official, do what you are told or YOU ARE OUTTA HERE!!I`ll DQ you in a heartbeat, watch your p`s and q`s.
(Kawazughi looks at the ref, as if the official had gone insane. Yoshi proceeds to stomp onto Nightmare. Yoshima walks to the center of the ring, grabs the two metal trays, and proceeds to strike Nightmare with the two metal trays. Kawazughi drops the trays and props Nightmare into the corner. Yoshima chops Nightmare across the chest. The crowd shouts out...)
Crowd: WHOO-OO-OO-OO!!
(Yoshi chops Nightmare again.)
Crowd: WHOO-OO-OO-OO!!!
(Yoshi swings a right fist towards the forehead of the Butality champ. As Nightmare staggers, as he tries to squint to get his vision clear.)
Edgebrook: Nightmare looks hurt.
(Kawazughi picks up Nightmare.)
[THUD!!]
(A horrific scream echoes inside the arena. Nightmare was just slammed onto the tacks that was scattered all over the ring. Yoshi grabs for the cheese grater.)
Edgebrook: I hope to God, that Yoshima Kawazughi does not do, what I think he is about to do.
(Yoshi starts to drag the cheese grater across the forehead of the Nightmare. There are visible markings across Nightmare`s forehead. Yoshima pounds his right fist onto the head of the champion. Blood starts to trickle down the face of Nightmare. Kawazughi pounds the cheese grater into the face of Nightmare. The champion falls into a heap, near the corner. A small pool of blood starts to form around the head of Nightmare. Yoshima stomps onto the head of the Brutality champ.)
Edgebrook: Yoshima Kawazughi is showing forms of brutality.
King: You have to brutal, to fight in these kinds of matches.
(Yoshima picks up the phone and walks towards Nightmare.)
Yoshi: Hey Nightmare why don`t you call someone who cares!!
(Yoshi approaches Nightmare to throw the phone, Nightmare swings the golf club and strikes Yoshi in the head, with the club.)
King: FORE!!
Edgebrook: That was totally uncalled for.
(With blood streaming down his face, grabs for the barbed wire.)
King: Looks like it`s about time Nightmare teaches Yoshima a thing about pain!!
(Nightmare drags Yoshima to a corner. He props up Yoshi and begins to dig the barbed wire into the head of "The One". Yoshi writhes around, in pain, as he screams out in pain!!)
King: Now, can you see why Nightmare makes a perfect Brutality champion!? He`s not afraid to inflict pain onto another human being.
(Yoshima`a arms flailing around, as Nightmare continue to carves into Yoshi`s forehead. Nightmare pulls away the barbed wire, from the flesh of Kawazughi. A barb, on the wire, is embedded into the skin of Yoshima. With a quick yank, Nightmare snaps back the barbed wire. A large amount of blood sprays outward, as Yoshima Kawazughi collapses to the mat. Nightmare falls onto Kawazughi for a pin attempt.)
Crowd: ONE!!
Crowd: TWO!!
Crowd: THR-
(Nightmare picks up the bleeding head of Yoshima. Nightmare continues to spit blood, that is coming from his lacerated forhead. Nightmare nails Yoshima with a quick snap suplex. Nightmare spits on Yoshi and exits the ring.)
King: What`s nightmare doing?
Edgebrook: It looks like, Richard, that Nightmare is looking under the ring, for something.
(After a minute, Nightmare gets back, from looking under the ring and has in his hand a can of gasoline.)
Edgebrook: OH MY GOD!!
King: Even I wouldn`t do something this crazy.
(Nightmare slides back into the ring and starts to pour the gasoline onto Yoshima Kawazughi.)
Edgebrook: NOONE LIGHT UP A MATCH!!
King: Hey!! Nightmare I have a bic lighter you can use.
Edgebrook: Richard King sit your ass down!!
(Both men are bleeding. The smell of gasoline starts to fill the air. As Yoshi is bleeding in the corner, Nightmare slowly walks over and hold in his hand a match.)
Edgebrook: OH MY GOD!! Nightemare is gonna set Yoshima Kawazughi on fire.
(Nightmare strikes the match. Yoshima looks at Nightmare with a complete fear, as he anticipates the worst possible outcome.)
Edgebrook: But the referee blows the match out.
(Nightmare spins around and grabs the referee.)
Nightmare: Why you do that!?! You can`t do that!!
The Ref: I CAN and I WILL!! Noone is gonna be set on fire, in MY ring!!
(Nightmare laughs and turns around.)
King: Watch it, Nightmare!! Yoshima is standing up!! NIGHTMARE!!
(Nightmare spins around and Yoshima swings a metal chair and misses. Nightmare grabs Yoshi and nails Kawazughi with...)
Edgebrook/King: THE DARKEST DREAMS!!
(Nightmare picks up Yoshima for a sideslam. Yoshima Kawazughi is flipped forward and his face gets implanted into the mat. Nightmare turns Yoshima overs and goes for pin cover.)
Crowd: ONE!!
Crowd: TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!
[DING... DING... DING]
Lana: You`re winner of the match and still GLWA Brutality Champion... NIGHTMARE!!!
And your winner...AND STILL GLWA BRUTALITY
CHAMPION...
Nightmare
VOTES: Nightmare (5) - Yoshima
Kawazughi (0)
COMMERCIAL
{Nightmare is seen limping into the back, holding tightly onto the GLWA Brutality Title. He passes by some guys from the New Age Wrestling ...who are there to see the show}
NIGHTMARE: Thats right...still champ.
{Nightmare walks with a newfound glory}
NIGHTMARE: And there is no one who will take this title from me.
{Suddenly from out of nowhere, comes Jake Cage with a trash can}
CAGE: This is for attacking, the Boss.
{Nightmare crumples to the ground, dropping the GLWA Brutality Title}
CAGE: Just who the hell do you think you are?
{Cage picks Nightmare up to his feet}
CAGE: And this is for wasting a perfectly good buzz that I had until I seen what you did.
{Cage lifts Nightmare to his feet and hits him with a Cage-Driver (brainbuster) onto the GLWA Brutality Title...which was the only thing between Nightmare's head and the concrete}
CAGE: I hope you learned your lesson.
{Cage stands up as he looks down at the unconsious and bleeding Nightmare}
CAGE: Damn Letner and his 24/7 Rules. Why must I be so good?
{Cage is obviously grumbling about the fact that anyone ranked in the top 5, can not go for the Brutality Title}
CAGE: Screw it, I need a beer.
{Cage walks off, leaving Nightmare a bloody mess}
{James Edgebrook is standing in the
ring. A red carpet had been laid out on the canvas; a table with two
chairs on opposing sides have been set up}
EDGEBROOK: Ladies and gentlemen, in two weeks on February
27th, the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance brings to you its first pay-per-view of
the year: LOVE HURTS!
(Crowd
cheers)
EDGEBROOK: And tonight,
right here in Columbus, Ohio... (cheap pop)... we will witness the official
contract signing of the main event: Mister Robert Letner...
(Boos)
EDGEBROOK: ...versus Roadkill!
(Crowd cheers!)
EDGEBROOK: So without further ado, introducing first,
residing in Minneapolis, Minnesota.... ROADKILL!
{The crowd cheers as the lights go
out in the arena. A low thunder morphs in the opening drum beats of "The
Beautiful People, the RK Remix". White spotlights flash like lightning in
harmony with the drums. And out steps ROADKILL to a frenzied
ovation!!!}
# And I don't want
you and I don't need you
# Don't bother to resist or I'll
beat you
# It's not your fault that you're always
wrong
# The weak ones are there to justify the strong!
{Roadkill walks down the aisle
staring emotionlessly into the crowd. He is dressed in faded blue jeans
and a black BJWC t-shirt. His head cleanly shaven. A goatee on his
chiseled face. And a look in his cold green eyes that could kill!}
# The beautiful people, the
beautiful people
# It's all relative to the size of your
steeple
# Capitalism has made it this way,
# Old-fashioned fascism will take it away!
{Roadkill reaches the ring and
quickly rolls in underneath the bottom rope.}
# There's no time to discriminate,
#
Hate every motherfucker that's in your way
{He storms to the opposite corner, steps up on the second
rope, and raises his clenched fists into the air with authority! The
intense crowd welcomes The 'Killer with applause and camera flashes}
# HEY! YOU! WHAT DO YOU SEE?
# SOMETHIN' BEAUTIFUL, SOMETHIN' FREE?
# HEY! YOU! ARE YOU TRYIN' TO BE MEAN?
# IF YOU CROSS MY PATH MAN, YOU'RE GONNA GET BEAT!!
EDGEBROOK: And now, the
president and owner of the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance... MISTER ROBERT
LETNER!
{A chorus off boos echos
through the arena, as ANXIETY by the Black Eyed Peas plays. Out steps
Robert Letner with a smug look on his face, enjoying the negative reception from
the crowd. He is dressed in a grey Armani suit and is holding several
sheets of paper in his hands. He walks down to the ring, not once taking
his eyes off of Roadkill. He steps into the ring....}
{... and the two men go
nose-to-nose. Roadkill and Robert Letner, neither blinking, neither
stepping back.}
EDGEBROOK:
Please, gentlemen. I've been asked to moderate this contract signing; and
you've both agreed to save all physical contact for Love Hurts. Please
have a seat so that we can get on with the signing.
{Both men reluctantly step away, and each sits down on
opposing sides of the table. As Mr. Letner places the contract down on the
table in front of Roadkill, James Edgebrook holds his microphone to Letner's
mouth. Crowd boos.}
LETNER: Well, Roadkill. As you and most of the
GLWA know, our match at Love Hurts will be a MODIFIED PURE HELL match, one of
the deadliest matches ever conceived by the only the sickest mind!
(Roadkill grabs Edgebrook's arm so
that the mic is in front of him...)
ROADKILL: Well that's just great; no one can get in,
and no one can get out. Fine by me.
LETNER: But since you asked for this match, since you
wanted this, there's something that *I* want.
ROADKILL: And what's that?
LETNER: I want you OUT of my GLWA!
(Crowd boos)
LETNER: Not just out of the
GLWA, but out of WRESTLING. FOREVER. If I win this match, you are to
retire from wrestling. Not just from the GLWA, but any wrestling company
in the NeWA. And not one of those "coming back in a few months"
retirements... I mean PERMANENTLY, never to wrestle AGAIN, never to SEE you
AGAIN!!
{Crowd boos this
prospect. Roadkill pauses for a moment, thinking over this
stipulation. He then asks Edgebrook for the mic...}
ROADKILL: Fine. But only on
one condition.
LETNER: And
what's that?
ROADKILL: You
gotta give me something if *I* win!
{Letner smirks}
LETNER: As highly unlikely as that is... sure, why
not!
ROADKILL: If *I* win,
I want a title shot. I want a shot the GLWA Heavyweight Championship!
{Crowd cheers}
LETNER: Heh... that's fine by
me, 'cause you won't win! But if you do... alright, I'll give you a
Heavyweight Title shot. All you have to do, is sign on the dotted line.
{Roadkill takes the papers and
carefully looks over the contract. James Edgebrook hands him a pen.
RK takes it... takes a concerned look at Letner... and signs the paper. He
flips the pen to Letner. Robert Letner also goes on to sign the
contract.}
EDGEBROOK: Well there
you have it folks! It's official!! Roadkill versus President Robert
Letner at Love Hu....
{Letner
snags the microphone away from Edgebrook}
LETNER: Your job here is done, JAMES. Now get your ass
back to the announce table. Now Roadkill... I know we both promised to
save all phsyical animousity between us for the pay-per-view...
{Roadkill starts shaking his head in
disbelief, as both men stand up.}
LETNER: And well... after all, I AM a man of my
word. But, you know, I never promised you any other immunity.
BOYS.
{The crowd sends out huge
boos as Ace Slaughter, Jason Stallion, Jake Cage, and even non-Team NWA member
Triple Six Trek come out and start walking down to the ring. Roadkill
smiles in disbelief, realizing a trap had been set up. The four men come
to ringside, each take one side of the ring to prevent Roadkill from
escaping. Roadkill prepares to fight them off, as each man slowly starts
climbing up on the ring apron. RK turns to each person, trying to find out
who to go for first. And he goes for....}
KING: ROADKILL DROPS LETNER WITH A RIGHT HAND!!!
{Slaughter, Stallion, Cage and Trek
all swarm the ring now!! Right hand for Slaughter!!! A right hand
for Cage!! KICK TO TREK'S MIDSECTION!!! ROADKILLER ON TRIPLE SIX
TREK!! Roadkill is fending them off!! He drops Cage and starts
pounding on him!!!}}
*CRRRRACK!!!!*
{Letner nails the back of Roadkill's head for the
microphone!!!! RK is down and out! Now all five men are up and over
Roadkill, sending kicks and tenderizing his body! Jason
Stallion and Jake Cage pull Roadkill to his knees and hold him helpless
towards Robert Letner!}
*SMACK*
{A
mocking slap to The 'Killer's face!}
{President Letner is now signalling to pull RK to his
feet! And signalling towards the table!!! Cage and Stallion
scoop Roadkill up...
DOUBLE POWERBOMB through the
table!!!! Roadkill is down!! Roadkill is out!! And he isn't
moving!!! High-fives all around for the five men, as they head out of the
ring with huge smiles on their faces!!}
COMMERCIAL
Non-Title Match
Joey Brannon vs.
Triple Six Trek
{Just as Trek's music ends, Joey Brannon can be seen
sneaking through the crowd. He hops the guardrail and climbs into the
ring}
EDGEBROOK: Sneaky,
Brannon
KING: Brannon is in the ring, he drops his GLWA MidWest Title. HE JUST DROPKICKED TREK FROM BEHIND!!!
~ DING, DING ~
EDGEBROOK: Joey is up and he pulls Trek to his feet. Swinging neckbreaker and Trek is down.
KING: What happened to the bi-weekly Main Event-Roadkill beating?
EDGEBROOK: It got cancelled and replaced by a worthwhile match, one where Team NWA won't screw it up.
KING: Brannon whips Trek into the ropes...
{Suddenly from the back, out walks Ace Slaughter}
EDGEBROOK: Oh come on!!!
{Crowd boos}
And your winner...
Triple Six Trek
VOTES: TST (3) - Joey
Brannon (2)
EDGEBROOK: I can't believe it, Joey Brannon had this match won and Ace Slaughter screwed him over.
KING: Stop your whining, Edgebrook. Oh well, thats all the time we have folks.
EDGEBROOK: We'll see you at the next GLWA LOVE HURTS!!!
{Trek stands above Joey Brannon as Ace is just waking up on the outside. The scene fades out to a GLWA Primetime logo, then to a commercial}