Clash For The Cup

Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance presents...

GLWA Primetime

Live from the Assembly Hall in Bloomington, Illinois
March 14th, 2005

{Camera's cut to the inside of the arena}

EDGEBROOK: WELCOME TO PRIMETIME!!!

{Pyros go off}

{Fans go wild}

{Primetime music plays over the speakers}

{Camera's pan around showing off handmade signs}

~ Dmetri Stands No More ~

~ Gavin is the NEW Hardcore Icon ~

~ Team NWA Rules ~

~ Long Live The 'Killer ~

~ Nightmare is just a dream! ~

{Cut to the announcers}

EDGEBROOK: Hello ladies and gentleman, my name is James Edgebrook.

KING: And my name is Richard King.

EDGEBROOK: Tonight we have a HUGE three hour show for you. So lets get this puppy started.

KING: First off, before Edgebrook blows a nut, we have some backstage footage to show you.

{Cut to backstage}

[Fade up.]

[With a squelching sound a large dollop of ketchup squirts out onto the frankfurter. Mustard, onions, then a helter-skelter set of teeth bite hungrily in. Here outside the arena, in the cold night air, Cobb Jones lounges by a hot-dog stand, eating unhealthily. Fans mill around noisily, and Jones blends in just fine. This is a professional athlete? He burps. Two hot dogs was enough - the third might be a mistake.]

[From within the crowd smoke drifts closer to Jones, his nostrils catching it instantly. That's a cigarette, and it's a menthol.]

"Jones ..... Cobb Jones?"

[Jones whips around mouth full of condiments and ravaged meat, and before him is Darren Anthony. His unkempt hair rest atop the shoulders of his tattered leather jacket. Below that it's a plain white shirt and blue jeans, just like always. His eye's are glazed, his voice monotone - he looks less than thrilled to be here.]

Cobb Jones (CJ): "That's me... what can I do for you?"

Darren Anthony (DA): "Do for me? Well, for starters you can yank that shit out of your mouth and lets get down to business."

[In the background Orson Graves lurked around, the source of the smoke gripped between two fingers. His yellow eyes shoot toward us, he's half smiling.]

Orson Graves (OG): "Excuse him, will you? He's Darren Anthony and you two have a date."

[A flicker of recognition.]

CJ: "Oh, of course... Anthony. The wrestler, right? I remember now, I'm supposed to interview you. Look, it's obvious you're not keen on this, so it doesn't matter. You can go."

OG: "You're not going to do the interview?"

CJ: "Oh, I'm going to write the interview all right. I just don't need to talk to Darren to do it."

[Anthony smiles, intrigued.]

DA: "You don't need to talk to me .... who did you work for, the Enquirer? What kind of journalist are you?"

[Jones finishes off his hot dog, messily wiping his fingers on his T-shirt. He scratches his shaved head.]

CJ: "Truth is very overrated, Darren. Have you ever heard two people describe the same car crash? Doesn't that make you wonder about the news? Hell, doesn't it make you wonder about history? News is a product to be bought and sold, it's entertainment. What do the readers care if my column's true or false, as long as it's fun to read?"

[He chuckles, and pulls a pair of mirrored sunglasses out of his leather jacket.]

CJ: "I've decided to make you autistic, an idiot savant. Kind of the Rain Man of wrestling."

[Darren produces a half smile. He's almost interested in this man. The Rain man of wrestling?]

DA: "Well, there were seven thousand four hundred and eighty two punches thrown on Primetime ... [He laughs] ... Do you even know a thing about wrestling?"

CJ: "As a fan? I've been a huge wrestling geek since I was a kid. As a journalist? I've covered wrestling, cage fighting, sumo, mixed martial arts, every kind of combat you can think of. As an actual... wrestler? Well, I know a little..."

[He laughs, and puts on the sunglasses.]

CJ: "And baby, I can guess the rest."

DA: " .....guess?"

[He laughs softly.]

DA: "Do you realize what you've gotten yourself into?'

[Orson chimes in as always. Like a clock.]

OG: "This ain't Candy Land, friend... it's not your Shoots and Ladders. It's getting beat with ladders."

[Jones ignores Graves. He walks a little way away the manager, Anthony following.]

CJ: "OK, if this is rocket science, then teach me. Let's tag up. You and me, what do you say?"

[Darren howls again. This is getting better and better by the minute.]

DA: "I'm flying solo... and I'm no teacher. This is a business of experience, Jones. You don't just waltz out to the ring, crotch a guy, and get a belt."

[Graves again - this time he's being a dick.]

OG: "You've got to have the mind for this. You've gotta be cold, calculated .. willing to go to any length to get something done."

[He looks Cobb up and down]

OG: "You don't have the equipment."

[Points between his head and body.]

OG: "Up there or down here. Go home and stick to the backyard wrestling -- leave this to the pro's."

[Jones shrugs.]

CJ: "You a gambling man, Darren?"

DA: [smiling] "I've been known to roll the dice on occasion... but what does
that have to do with anything?"

CJ: "I think we'd make a great tag team. Tag wrestling is all about chemistry, right? And I know exactly what you're thinking. I've got that sense. You've got every right to be skeptical, but I figured we could have a bet. If I can guess your PIN number, you tag with me. What do you say?"

[Dee can't make head nor tails of this man, or what he is up too. He smiles slightly, you can tell he's interested.]

DA: "You're on."

CJ: "Do you have a pencil? Some paper?"

[Graves hands over a notepad and a pencil, shaking his head.]

OG: "A reporter, and you don't carry a notebook? What are your odds here, of guessing a PIN number? A million to one?"

CJ: "Ten thousand to one. But hey, who's counting?"

[He turns to Anthony.]

CJ: "OK, I want you to think of the PIN number. Visualize the digits one by one. Think of the first digit... then the second..."

[Anthony is willing to play along. He thinks of the numbers and Jones writes them down. The task done, Jones hands the pencil back to Graves.]

CJ: "So what's the answer?"

DA: "7932."

CJ: "So it would be pretty amazing if I got that right, huh?"

DA: "Seriously?"

[Jones hands over the notepad. Sure enough, 7932. Anthony is amazed.]

DA: "I may be the Rain Man, but that's some freaky stuff you've got there. What are you, psychic or something?"

[Jones shrugs.]

CJ: "Psychic maybe. I think having a swami gimmick helps."

[He shows what was previously unnoticeable - a small, flesh-colored rubber band with a small pencil lead, attached to his thumb.]

CJ: "When you were thinking of the numbers I just pretended to write. Then, when you told me the answer, I stalled for time and noted it down."

[He smiles, and looks at Graves.]

CJ: "Of course, you've got to have the mind for this. You've gotta be cold, calculated... willing to go to any length to get something done."

[Orson cuts his eyes. Upstaged, ha.]

[Darren looks Jones up and down one more time a smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.]

DA: ".....next week, work it out with management. I'll be there."

[A brisk handshake. Graves looks displeased. Suddenly, Jones looks down at his watch in alarm.]

CJ: "Listen, I've got to run. I've got a match in a minute. Catch you later."

[And Jones jogs off quickly]

[Fade out.]

Debut-Regular Tag Match
Alex Lowy/Cobb Jones vs. Justin Rawlings/Brad Striker

ANNOUNCER: The following match is a tag team match. Already, in the ring... Justin Raw-awlings and Brad Stri-i-iker.

EDGEBROOK: Not much reaction from the crowd.

KING: A lot of boos tho.

EDGEBROOK: On his way, to the ring. Weighing in at two hundred and fourteen pounds... Cobb Jones!!

[Static over the PA system. Dark green shapes begin to form on the 'Tron. Then, out of the static, the rush of guitars kicks in.]

#Cast the pearls aside
Of a simple life of need
Come into my life
Forever#

[The shapes form into a dark green dagger. Around the dagger, images swirl, caricatures of people - Kerouac, Vonnegut, Milton Friedman, Hunter S.
Thompson, Hayek, Nozick, Fitzgerald, Mencken... and many more, all flying past each other into a blur. Underneath the screen, out he steps. Cobb
Jones.]

#The crumbled cities stand as known
Of the sights you have been shown
Of the hurt you call your own
Your own...#

[Jones is wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans and a grey-green T-shirt, his eyes hidden behind silver mirrored sunglasses. His shaven head
shines in the spotlight. In his hand, he's got a big piece of candyfloss, which he eats as he walks to the ring, wryly observing the crowd. He is
watching them watching him watch them. How very modern.]

#Love is suicide
Love is suicide
Love is suicide
Love is... Oh!#

[The music stops as he hits the ring.]

KING: We have three. Where is Alex Lowy?

EDGEBROOK: Here he comes.

KING: And his partner, Alex Low-ow-wy-y-y!!

(With no music or any pyrotechnics, Alex Lowy walks up the ramp, at a snails pace. Being impatient, Cobb Jones exits the ring to meet up with Alex Lowy, to drag his reluctant partner to inside of the ring.)

EDGEBROOK: Cobb Jones just tossed Alex Lowy inside the ring.

KING: Next time, Lowy will know to hurry up.

EDGEBROOK: And Alex Lowy is paying for it right now. Brad Striker and Justin Rawlings are stomping down onto Lowy.

KING: On the outside, Cobb Jones looks disgusted.

(Cobb Jones throws his arms into the air and goes into the ring.)

EDGEBROOK: A hard left to Striker, from Cobb Jones. A right fist to Rawlings, from Cobb Jones.

KING: Justin Rawling is near the ropes. Now, several hard stomps onto the right side ribcage of Justin Rawlings.

(Cobb Jones is stomping onto Rawlings, while hanging onto the top rope.)

KING: Cobb Jones now walks over to Striker...

EDGEBROOK: A soft right hand by Striker, to the midsection of Cobb Jones.

(Cobb Jones drops a knee across the forehead of Brad Striker.)

EDGEBROOK: A viscous right knee by Cobb Jones.

KING: Brutal kicks onto Striker.

(Jones grabs Brad Striker and drags him over to the corner, where Alex Lowy is.)

KING: Alex Lowy just slapped onto the back of Cobb Jones.

EDGEBROOK: The referee is counting. He is telling Cobb Jones to leave the ring. Lowy tagged himself in.

KING: Cobb Jones don't look too happy.

(Lowy grabs Striker with a headlock.)

EDGEBROOK: A headlock by Alex Lowy.

(Alex Lowy releases the headlock and walks over to Cobb Jones and slaps him onto the chest.)

KING: Lowy just tagged in Cobb Jones.

(Cobb Jones rolled his eyes and enter the ring. He walked into a left jab by Brad Striker.)

KING: A surprising left, by Striker.

EDGEBROOK: But, that looked like that made Cobb Jones angry.

KING: Another left jab by Brad Striker.

(Brad Striker stomped down onto the mat with his right boot as he struck Cobb Jones one more time with a left jab.)

[WHAM!]

KING: A brutal clothesline by Cobb Jones.

EDGEBROOK: Here comes Justin Rawlings!!

[WHAM!]

EDGEBROOK: Another clothesline by Cobb Jones.

(With his back to his opponent's corner, Cobb Jones doesn't see Brad Striker.)

KING: Striker just nails Cobb Jones with a double ax handle to the back of the head.

EDGEBROOK: Cobb Jones is down!! Justin Rawlings and Brad Striker are stomping down onto a fallen Cobb Jones.

KING: Here comes Alex Lowy.

(Cobb Jones is trying to stand up, as both Rawlings and Striker are still trying to keep him down with kicks and punches. As Alex Lowy gets close enough, Cobb Jones takes a wild swing towards those who are beating down onto him.)

EDGEBROOK: A wild swing by Cobb Jones!

Crowd: Ou-u-u-u-u-u!!

KING: Alex Lowy got too close. He just got nailed in the grapefruits by Cobb Jones.

(Alex Lowy is lying motionless, hanging onto the ropes, coughing up a lung.)

EDGEBROOK: Cobb Jones is standing and he is swing onto both Justin Rawlings and Brad Striker.

KING: Cobb Jones just clotheslined Striker out of the ring!! Here comes Rawlings.

EDGEBROOK: Justin Rawlings nails Cobb Jones on his upper back.

(Cobb Jones turns around quickly and starts laying into Justin Rawling with lefts and rights.)

EDGEBROOK: An Irish whip by Cobb Jones. Rawlings bounces off the ropes and...

KING: Lou Thesz Press by Cobb Jones.

(Cobb Jones begins to pummel Justin Rawlings with numerous lefts and rights.)

KING: Cobb Jones quickly stands up and looks like he's waiting for it.

EDGEBROOK: It looks like...

[WHAM!!!]

KING: The Stream of Consciousness!!

(Cobb Jones kicks Justin Rawlings in the stomach. With his back to Rawlings, Cobb Jones reaches over his right shoulder and grabs for Rawlings head with both hands. Cobb Jones drops down to the mat, butt first, causing Rawling`s neck and head to snap back, from the impact .)

EDGEBROOK: Rawling falls backwards and hitting the mat hard.

(Alex Lowy is now ringside. Kneeling on the ringside mats, still coughing in pain, while holding onto his groin area.)

KING: Cobb Jones goes for the cover. The referee gets into position....

Crowd: 1!!!

Crowd: 2!!!

Crowd: 3!!!

ANNOUNCER: The winners of the bout, Alex Lowy and Cobb Jo-o-ones!!

EDGEBROOK: A successful debut by Cobb Jones

KING: Also credited with a victory, he barely participated into the match. One single side headlock. That's all he did.

EDGEBROOK: And it looks like a paramedic is coming down to ringside.

(A few people are standing up ringside to see what was going on. The paramedic is tending to Alex Lowy, who spent most of the match on the ringside mat, holding his groin from an errant swing by Cobb Jones. Cobb Jones, with a smirk on his face, brushes himself off, as he leaves the ring.)

EDGEBROOK: Hey, look Cobb Jones is climbing the security railing and look as if he is taking a seat with the fans.

KING: Finally, the paramedic has Alex Lowy standing. Hey, look at Cobb Jones eyeing that kids popcorn.

EDGEBROOK: What is Cobb Jones pointing at?

(Cobb Jones is pointing in the direction of the paramedic helping Alex Lowy up the entrance ramp. As the little kid looks where Cobb is pointing at, Cobb Jones sneaks a handful of popcorn.)

EDGEBROOK: What a sneak!!

{Camera's cut away}

And your winner...
Alex Lowy/Cobb Jones
VOTES: Lowy/Jones (5) - Rawlings/Striker (0)

[The camera goes to the backstage area where we see Gavin "Havok" Williams sitting inside his dressing room, watching some last minute videos on his opponents with sheer focus in his eyes. An interviewer from GLWA approaches him with a microphone to conduct an interview, but he hardly notices he's there.]

Announcer: Havok, if I could have a word with you before your first match.

Havok: Yeah, sure.

Announcer: You've obviously got a long night ahead of you tonight. Do you have any last minute plans? How do you think you'll fare?

Havok: I know I'll fare well. My plan is to survive, man. Tonight, body and mind are not one. My mind knows that my body is going to go through a tremendous amount of grueling punishment, but I won't let that stop me from attaining my goals tonight! I want to be the GLWA Brutality Champion. And I NEED to be the NeWA World Heavyweight champion! Tonight is the night to show the world that I'm here. It's the night I have to show everyone what I'm made of. There isn't a bigger heart in this locker room than mine. And I challenge everyone that will be involved with me tonight, to show me otherwise.

Announcer: Are you one hundred percent?

Havok: Not likely. If I come away thirty percent from tonight, then there will be a party at my place on Monday! I wouldn't RSVP until the show is over though folks.

Announcer: Gavin, good luck tonight.

Havok: You bet, and thank you.

[The camera goes back to ringside.]

{We open back up inside of the Assembly Hall, when 'Anxiety' by Black Eyed Peas blares out of the speakers}

CROWD: BOOO!!!

KING: Listen to them disrespect the man who brings them quality entertainment. They should all be thrown out for their ignorance.

EDGEBROOK: But then we would have no crowd.

{Letner steps out of the back. He has his arm in a brace and a couple stitches on his forehead}

{He smirks at the crowd and starts to walk down the aisle}

KING: Yeah, that is true. Maybe wait until after the show is over, THEN kick them out.

{Letner gets to the bottom of the ramp and walks up the steps into the ring}

EDGEBROOK: The show is over by then, moron.

{The music dies and Letner is handed a microphone}

LETNER: HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!!

CROWD: BOOOO!!!

LETNER: I'm glad all of you guys could make it tonight. I mean, after watching Ohio State beat Illinois Sixty-five to sixty-four the other day, I'd want to come see something worth seeing as well.

CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

EDGEBROOK: Letner is really getting under their skin with that comment.

{Letner smirks at the crowd}

LETNER: Now as you all know, I have issued the statement earlier last week...that this will be 'Show Up or Ship Out' night. Now yes Rawlings and Striker did show up, but do they really deserve to be here?

{Letner shakes his head no}

LETNER: As of right now, Justin Rawlings and Brad Striker are both officially FIRED from the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance.

{Camera's show the crowd booing. Not at Rawlings and Striker being fired, but Letner in general}

LETNER: There are also two other men who have gotten on my bad side. In a couple minutes, we will see Jones take on Jonathon Gunz. Gunz is here, but I'm afraid he just can't cut it here in the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance. So this is Gunz's last match as well.

{More crowd discontent}

LETNER: Then there is one man, who was on the original GLWA roster. He came back for this show, but I'm afraid he can't cut it either. So Mr. Adam Young, after Jake Cage whoops your ass tonight, you are fired.

{Letner smirks}

CROWD: ROAD-KILL, ROAD-KILL, ROAD-KILL!!!

LETNER: OH YEAH!!! I almost forgot about him. You see, I'm a good man. I whooped Roadkill's ass at Love Hurts. And if it wasn't for Nightmare, I would of won that match. But, I won't fire Roadkill. He is going to fire himself.

EDGEBROOK: WHAT???

LETNER: You see, the entire idea of the night is...you show up...or I ship you out. And my people in the back, have told me that Roadkill's locker room is empty.

{Letner smiles big}

LETNER: Our Love Hurts match stipulation said that if he won, he gets a GLWA Heavyweight Title shot. If I won, he would retire. Since neither man won, neither stipulation could be enforced. But I think Roadkill knows the better man when he sees him. He looked at his broken body in the mirror and realized he just couldn't run with the big boys anymore.

CROWD: BOOOO!!!

LETNER: His injuries showed him, he STILL can't beat me. So folks, say goodbye to Roadkill. Now on to my next subject...

{The lights go out in the arena}

KING: I don't think Letner's been paying his electricity bills!

{A low thunder echoes throughout the arena}

EDGEBROOK: Uh oh... I don't think that's it!!

{The crowd erupts as the thunder morphs in the opening drum beats of "The Beautiful People, the RK Remix". White spotlights flash like lightning in harmony with the drums. Roadkill rolls out to the top of the ramp in a wheelchair! The music fades, and the crowd is booing to see him like this}

KING: HAH! Look at that! Man can't even walk!

{Roadkill has a microphone with him}

ROADKILL: As usual, Rob... you're wrong again. Here I am, showing up for Primetime! So I guess I won't be shipping out of the GL...

LETNER: Hold your thoughts there, 'Killer! I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but uh... when I say "show up", I mean for your MATCH, not show up to Primetime. And LOOK at yourself! Can't even walk out on your own two feet!! And since you obviously can't make it to your match...

{Crowd boos}

ROADKILL: You know, when you're right, you're RIGHT. Because after all, THIS is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to be the one that ENDS MY CAREER, whether it be through a stipulation in a match or THIS.... THIS RIGHT HERE...

{... RK looks down at the wheel chair...}

ROADKILL: ... making sure that I CAN NEVER WALK AGAIN!! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, LETNER!?!? IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKIN' WANTED?!??!?!

LETNER: YES, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! FOR THREE DAMN YEARS...THREE LONG ASS YEARS, YOU WERE A PAIN IN MY SIDE IN THE BJWC! No matter HOW many times I beat you, you always took more of the spotlight!! Well, when you left, the spotlight was ALL MINE!! IT WAS MINE!! I became BJWC Heavyweight Champ!! I became UltimateBowl Champ!!! Hell, I became OWNER AND PRESIDENT of the entire damn company!!!! Now you come back and try to take that spotlight away from me AGAIN?!?! Well too bad, 'cause it's OVER, 'KILLER! It's over!!! Your spotlight??? OVER! Your career??? OVER!!!! And it's all because of ME!!!

{Roadkill stands up out of the wheel chair!!!! The crowd goes nuts!!! He takes the wheelchair and TOSSES IT into the GLWA logo behind him, shattering it to pieces!!!!}

{Letner's jaw drops}

EDGEBROOK: Roadkill is up!!! And he can walk!!!

KING: And he just destroyed the GLWA logo!!!

{Roadkill takes the microphone in his hand, and stares down Robert Letner}

LETNER: I hope you know you will have to pay...

ROADKILL: SHUT UP!!! I hope you know it ain't over. It ain't over at all. In fact, Robbie... it's just starting. 'Cause you see... tonight.... MY team is gonna win that six-man tag match. And then you're gonna watch me win tonight's triple-threat main event. You're gonna see me win the title shot for the NeWA Heavyweight Championship. But it won't end there either! No. Then I'm gonna walk into the NWA's Clash of Champions, and I'm gonna TAKE that Heavyweight Title!! LIKE IT, OR NOT!!!!

{Crowd cheers as Roadkill throws the microphone down!!}

Edgebrook: What a turn of events!! Not only is Roadkill NOT being shipped out, but he's competing tonight!!!

COMMERCIAL

Regular Match
Jonathon Gunz vs. Jones

And your winner...
Jones
VOTES: Jones (5) - Jonathon Gunz (0)

{The lights in the arena dim down, the GLWA-Tron rolls a video package, the fans come to a complete halt and simmer in silence.}

V/O (Woman): 'They wanted the future, and we granted them their destiny.'

{Footage of the 2004 Jordan Banks is shown, before the accident, when he was known as 'So Cal Kid'. Sporty blonde hair, purple and gold tights, the works.. 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' by Green ay plays low in the background.}

V/O (Woman): 'His rise to the top was unbelievable, his focus was uncanny, his passion for the sport was unheralded.'

{Jordan is shown fighting side by side with Kid Ego, in various tag-team match up's from the last days of the BJWC.}

V/O (Woman): 'His enemies prayed for his downfall.'

{Eric Bruce v. Jordan Banks from 2004 is shown in a dramatic slow motion style...}

Bruce is slumped against the railing like a bag of potatoes, Banks lifts Bruce up and over his shoulder then send him crashing down into the guard rail.

Banks sits Bruce on the guard rail in front of a set of steel steps. Banks hops over the guard railing and bulldogs Eric Bruce into the
steel steps FACE FIRST ! ! !

Eric Bruce slaps on 'The Creation', and severely injures Jordan Banks, the footage fades out with the EMT's helping Jordan from the ring.

V/O (Woman): 'Tonight, the culmination from six months of hell, for Jordan Banks, reaches it's peak tonight.'

{The lights lift up and James Edgebrook stands in the middle of the ring with a mic in his hand.}

EDGEBROOK: Ladies and Gentleman, after six months of silence, please welcome back, JORDAN BANKS!!!

{Decent pop from the crowd, as 'Boulevard Of Broken Dreams' by Green Day begins to blast from the P.A. System.}

#I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

{Smoke fills the stage, as the lights drop, and a luminous red light fills the arena.}

#I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

{Jordan Banks, emerges from the smoke wearing a black hoodie, black batting gloves, black tights with a sleek gold design on the legs, and shiny black boots with metallic gold shin guards.}

#My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

{Jordan hops on the ring apron and plays face to the crowd, and gets a huge ovation. He circles the ring once and shakes Edgebrook's hand and pats him on the back before they begin the interview.}

EDGEBROOK: Another round of applause for Jordan Banks, he deserves it ladies and gentlemen.

EDGEBROOK: Now Jordan, it's been six months since that tragic coma, and there's one thing everyone want to know...WHY?

BANKS: To be honest with you James, I can hardly answer that question myself. All I know is that through my dark times, when there was only one set of footprints in the sand, God carried me.

BANKS: But when he gave me the strength to carry on, we walked together and we're still a team to this day!

EDGEBROOK: Before you came back to wrestling, even before you started rehab, you started an organization. Can you tell us about this organization?

BANKS: Yeah. It's the 'Inner-Strength Foundation', and it's for troubled or depressed youth that have nowhere to turn, were building shelters all across America to give them a safe haven, when they have nowhere else to turn.

EDGEBROOK: Sound like a real ambitious project, how does this effect your wrestling career?

BANKS: Well, I' more of the poster boy, to help push the foundation. I come out and visit the kids, take them on field trips, things of that nature. A couple, who rather remain anonymous really runs the project.

EDGEBROOK: You often say that through your time of darkness you walked alone, are you trying to imply something by saying this?

BANKS: I surely am. After my injury, then the coma, I never got on phone call from a single one of my "wrestling buddies". Not Kid Ego, Six Trek, Shane Andrews, NOBODY! So I feel as if I only had God on my side and that's all I have now is God. To me every last single wrestler in the company is a enemy in my view. The only 'Get Well Soon' cards I got were from the fans!

EDGEBROOK: In one of your past promo's you said that you were going to enter the 'Total J Cup', could you tell us a little bit about this tournament?

BANKS: Well, they want us to keep a tight lip about the whole ordeal, but I can tell you that the first set of eight one on one matches will happen Saturday, May 21, 2005.

BANKS: I can also tell you that, I will, bring the 'Total J Cup', back home to the GLWA, and all these wonderful fans!

EDGEBROOK: What about 'WrestleBowl', do you have any dream scenario for 'WrestleBowl'?

{A look of anticipation comes over Jordan's face.}

BANKS: There's a gentleman in the back, who everyone has put on a pedestal, saying that he could quite possibly be the one. And trust me, I'm not talking about Yoshima.

BANKS: The man I'm talking about is Gavin Williams, the new found of hype of the GLWA. At 'Love Hurts' he weaseled his way to a victory, hell, he might even get pass 'The Dreamer' tonight. He's a great athlete and competitor, and I feel as if he's my top competition. And for that reason alone, I want Gavin Williams versus Jordan Banks at 'WrestleBowl'. Also, I know the FANS, want Gavin Williams versus Jordan Banks at 'WrestleBowl', President Letner, don't let us down.

{Mixed Emotions From The Crowd.}

EDGEBROOK: I see you still have that die hard attitude Jordan. Now for the last question, and the most important question. Who or what do you fear the most?

{Jordan gives a deep long thought, then finally.}

BANKS: Your wife's cooking...

{Edgebrook and Banks share a brief laugh.}

EDGEBROOK: Ladies and Gentlemen, JORDAN BANKS!

{Fans cheer as Jordan stands up}

{Fade out}

{The scene sees Robert Letner seated at his desk in the back. The door swings open and Dmitre Wehrman is standing in the doorway}

DMITRE: You know, I used to respect you.

LETNER: Well isn't that sweet. What the hell are you doing in my office?

{Dmitre walks over and places his hands on Letner's desk}

DMITRE: In case you didn't look at the contract I had for Love Hurts, I get a rematch for the GLWA Championship if I lost.

LETNER: So? What does this have to do with the price of pussy in Amsterdam?

DMITRE: So, I want it next time out. And the stipulation I want is...

LETNER: Wait a sec jackass. You can't go around demanding stipulations. Kid Ego won the chance to take on Jason. He won it at Love Hurts.

DMITRE: Ok, what will it take to get me what I want?

LETNER: Well, you can kiss my ass...

DMITRE: You son of a...

LETNER: OR.... you can beat Ace Slaughter tonight. Beat your former tag team partner and you can have it. But if Ace beat you, you lose your rematch. Deal.

DMITRE: (Shaking his head) Fair enough.

(Dmitre turns to walk out)

LETNER: And just out of curiosity, what is this stipulation you want so badly?

DMITRE: (Over his shoulder) Oh, steel cage match.

(Dmitre walks out and leaves Robert Letner sitting there stunned)

LONG COMMERCIAL

SECOND HOUR!!!

EDGEBROOK: So Letner is making deals now. Maybe he has seen the light?

KING: Or maybe he knows Dmitre can never get past Ace.

EDGEBROOK: Whatever! For all YOU know, this could be Letner's way of teaching Team NWA their lesson.

KING: Shut up.

EDGEBROOK: Whatever, we have a match to attend too.

And your winner...
Jake Cage
VOTES: Jake Cage (4) - Adam Young (0)

COMMERCIAL

{Darkness}

{The sound of thousands of fans screaming, are barely audible}

VOICE: It's like a sickness.

{A faded voice can be heard}

EDGEBROOK: HE WON IT!!!

{The voice fades out as we hear the fans still screaming}

VOICE: Men cry over it. They put their career on the line for it. That lone, solitary moment in time.

{Fans fade out}

VOICE: That's when they are given the one piece of jewelry that proves they are the best in the business.

{Silence}

VOICE: Dan Dehart.

{Silence}

VOICE: Nick Yonce.

{Silence}

VOICE: Reaper.

{Silence}

VOICE: Merlin Reynolds.

{Silence}

VOICE: Robert Letner.

{Silence}

{Our black screen starts to show a picture. It is GLWA President and CEO, Robert Letner. He is standing in the middle of a pitch black arena. The only light on, is the one above him, shining onto him and the front half of the ring}

LETNER: WrestleBowl. The entire roster gets one shot at it, one shot to win the UltimateBowl.

{Letner is dressed in a black suit. The light reflecting of the WrestleBowl V ring}

LETNER: This year, we go back to where it all started. Minneapolis, Minnesota. Home of the former 'Billy Jay's Wrestling Company'.

{Letner holds up his right fist, looks at the ring, then looks back at the camera}

LETNER: Do you think you can win it all?

{Letner smirks as the lights in the arena kick on. Everyone on the GLWA roster, stand behind him in the ring}

LETNER: In forty-one days...you can prove it!

{Letner folds his hands across his chest as the arena's lights all go out again}

{A few words slowly fade up onto the screen...}

LIVE FROM THE METRODOME IN MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA

WrestleBowl VI
April 24th, 2005

COMMERCIAL

Edgebrook: Ok, we're set for our next match-up, and it's for the GLWA Brtality Tit-

[Sudden every singal light in the arena goes dark, only the flashes of camera's in the audience remain. Music began to creep over the PA, and it's 'Back to School' By the Deftones.]

[Tick.]

[Tick.]

King: Hey! What he hell is this all about?

[Tick.]

[Tick.]

<b>BOOM BOOM BOOM!</b>

#So ruuuuuuuuuuun

[Huge shots of pyro launch into the air on either side of the stage as the opening lyrics kick in. The guitar riffs send the crowd into a fury as the hard bass pumps into the arena. All eye's are on the entrance way, but we see nothing yet.]

#Right...
Right back to school
Check
Look back I sift through all the cliques
Roaming the halls all year making me sick
While everyone's out trying to make the cut
What
When you think you know me
Right
I switch it up
Behind the walls smokin cigarettes and sippin vodka
Hop a fence and catch a cab
Ain't no one can stop us
Give me a break on some other sh...
While you act like it's everything you've gooooooooot!

Buckley:
Come to the Ring fist... he is a former BJWC WORLD Champion....

[The arena lights fade back on in a red tint, and once again the crowd goes into a frenzy. And there, stepping out onto the runway, Darren Anthony stands in a crucifix pose, soaking up the crowd's acclaim, wearing cut off jean shorts, a battered leather jacket, and black boots. On his left stands Orson graves, dressed and pressed in a suit and tie. Uniform manager
clothing.]

#Push back the square
Now that you need her
But you don't
So there you go
Cuz back in school we are the leaders of it all

Announcers:
...ladies and gentlemen... "THE DREEEEEEAMER" DARRRRRREN ANTHOOOOONY!!!

#So stop that... quit... all that...
Quit
Who ruined it?
You did
Now grab a notebook and a pen
And start taking notes on me and everyone who's on the top
You think we're on the same page
But I know we're not
I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pens, and pencils
and justl ike Keith- I'm flippin it
While you just keep it simple
You just can't go on rockin' the clothes, copying the stance
cuz really it's everything that you're noooooooooot!

[Now smiling, he walks towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans on each side of the runway. He swings his arm's as if warming up, and slowly removes his jacket, rolling under the bottom rope. Graves retreats to the far side, jacket in hand, to watch the action.]

#So... transpose
Or stop your life
It's what you do
Transpose
Or stop your lies
So run
(So why don't you run)
(So why don't you run)
Right
(Now why don't you run)
Back to school
(So why don't you run)
(So why don't you run)
Cuz all you are - now I'm on the next page
All you are - It's time to close the book up
All you are
Now I'm on the next page
All you are
Close the book up now
Push back the square
Now that you need her
But you don't
So there you go
Cuz back in school
We are the leaders of all...

Williams and Anthony tie up in the center of the ring. Williams pushes Anthony back and advances on him. Anthony drops to one knee and nails Williams with an uppercut to the neither region.

King: Ouch. I�m hurting just watching that.

Anthony slides out of the ring and moves to the ring apron. He lifts it and looks around. He reaches under and comes up with a trashcan and trashcan lid. In the ring Williams has gotten up and runs towards Anthony on the outside. Williams dives out of the ring to Anthony, but Anthony pulls up the trashcan and Williams connects with that.

Edgebrook: Good thinking by Anthony. Using that trashcan for both offense and defense.

Anthony picks up the trashcan lid and backs away from Williams. Williams slowly stands up facing away from Anthony. Williams turns around as Anthony takes off running.

*CLANG*

Anthony drills Williams in the face with the trashcan lid, causing the lid to bend significantly. Anthony tosses the lid into the crowd.

King: There�s a sure souvenir for a fan.

Edgebrook: And you joking Richard? That�s dangerous. It could have knocked someone out!

Anthony grabs Williams by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Anthony pulls Williams up onto his shoulders into a powerbomb position. Anthony moves toward the ringpost� POWERBOMB!

King: I don�t believe it! Darren Anthony just powerbombed Gavin Williams into that metal ringpost!

Anthony goes back under the ring apron looking for more toys. He pulls out a kendo stick and tosses it away to the side. A cheese grater follows along with a cookie sheet. Anthony picks up the cookie sheet and walks towards Williams. Anthony holds the cookie sheet up ready to nail Williams with it, but Williams springs up and dropkicks the cookie sheet back into the face of Anthony.

Edgebrook: Great counter there by Gavin Williams. He just saved himself from having his face caved in.

Williams walks over to the kendo stick and picks it up. He slowly advances on Anthony, waiting for him to stand up. Anthony finally fights his way to his feet.

*CRACK*

Williams slams the kendo stick across the head of Anthony, breaking it in two. Williams tosses the two pieces of the kendo stick to the ground and covers Anthony.

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Edgebrook: Gavin has really turned the tables in this match.

Gavin lifts the ring apron and looks underneath it. He doesn�t see anything he likes, so he crawls under it looking for other weapons.

Anthony has gotten to his feet and walks around the ring looking for Williams. Williams comes out from under the ring with glass pitcher used for holding punch. Williams ends up directly behind Anthony. Williams shouts at Anthony, who turns around.

*CRASH*

Williams shatters the pitcher over the head of Anthony, busting him wide open. Williams covers.

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Edgebrook: I�m amazed Darren was able to kick out of that. But then again, he is a legend. A two time BJWC heavyweight champion.

King: Yes he is. And that�s why he is going to beat Gavin Williams tonight.

Williams turns to the referee, shocked that Anthony was able to kick out. While Williams is talking with the referee, Anthony reaches under the ring and pulls out a small bag. Williams turns back to Anthony, only to have the bag thrown at him. When the bag strikes Williams, it opens pouring powder all over his face.

Edgebrook: What a cheep shot! Darren Anthony just blinded Gavin Williams!

Blinded, Williams reaches for Anthony, but grabs the referee instead. Williams lifts him up for a powerbomb, and send his crashing through the Spanish announcer table. Gavin finally clears his eyes and sees what he�s done. Anthony, still down behind Williams, comes up and nails him with an uppercut to the genitals. Williams collapses in pain.

Edgebrook: Well now we have no referee, and carnage outside the ring.

King: I love this. Now anything can happen.

Edgebrook: Anything could happen before. It�s a hardcore match.

King: Oh yah.

Anthony pulls Williams up and rolls him into the ring. Anthony goes under the ring and comes out with a trashcan full of long neon light bulbs.

Edgebrook: Oh my God! What�s Darren going to do with those?

Anthony slides into the ring and carries the trashcan behind him. Anthony takes out the neon lights and sets them down in the middle of the ring. Anthony whips Williams into a turnbuckle and places him on the top rope. Anthony climbs to the tope rope.

Edgebrook: NO WAY! NO WAY! Darren Anthony is going to superplex Gavin Williams onto those lights!

Williams punches Anthony twice in the gut, doubling him over. Williams flips over Anthony and grabs him on the way down powerbombing him into the neon lights!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Edgebrook: I agree with the crowd here. HOLY SHIT! I don�t know if that was a powerbomb or a sunset flip, but either way, Darren Anthony just went slamming through those neon lights! Both men are down after that one!

Williams somehow manages to find the energy to crawl over to Anthony and cover him, but the referee is still unconscious on the outside of the ring. Suddenly a figure in a referee shirt appears in the entrance way. He runs down to the ring and slides in it. He counts.

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Edgebrook: I don�t believe Darren Anthony just kicked out of that!

King: Who cares about the match? I want to know who this new referee is. I haven�t seen him before.

The referee stands up and turns around revealing the two time GLWA Brutality Champion, Nightmare.

Edgebrook: WHAT? Nightmare is the new referee?

King: Why isn�t he covering one of these guys to become the champ?

Edgebrook: No one is the champ yet! He can�t win it back until someone else actually has it!

Williams rolls off of Anthony and both men lie comatose in the ring as we fade to a commercial brake.

*Commercial Break*

Edgebrook: Welcome back everyone. You didn�t miss much during the commercial brake. Neither man really moved much, although it looks like they are just now struggling to their feet.

Both men are bleeding profusely as they finally make it to their feet, albeit a little shakily. Williams hits Anthony with a week punch. Anthony does the same thing back to him. The two continue to trade punches until Williams grabs Anthony and whips him to the ropes. Anthony comes back and Williams backdrops him over the top rope to the floor. Williams slides out of the ring and grabs the cheese grater that was taken out from under the ring earlier. Williams walks over to Anthony and begins to rub the cheese grater all over his face, opening up even more lacerations.

Edgebrook: How much more damage can these two do to each other? I want to see this match stopped!

King: Awww. Don�t ruin my fun. And besides. Nightmare knows what hardcore is. Do you really think he�s going to stop the match?

Williams finally gets tired of using the cheese grater and goes under the ring for more toys. He comes out with something large and white.

Edgebrook: What the hell is that?

King: It�s the kitchen sink! Gavin Williams has the kitchen sink!

Williams holds the sink above his head ready to bring it down on Anthony. Anthony, out of nowhere, nails Williams with a third low blow causing Williams to drop the sink on his head. Anthony covers.

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Edgebrook: This could be the match of the year right here!

King: And it�s only March!

Anthony goes back under the ring, looking for something specific.

Edgebrook: What�s he going for now?

Anthony comes back out from under the ring dragging a ladder. A huge ladder.

Edgebrook: That ladder is huge! It has to be at least 20 feet tall!

Anthony sets up the ladder and begins to climb it. Williams finally gets up and begins to climb the other side of the ladder. Anthony reaches the top first and punches down on Williams, but Williams keeps climbing. Williams finally makes it too the top of the ladder and blocks one of Anthony�s punches. Williams throws a punch of his own and then locks his arms around Anthony. Williams picks Anthony up and delivers a superplex off the ladder.

Edgebrook: MY GOD!!

King: Not even he can save these guys now.

Williams and Anthony fall to the ring and hit it hard, collapsing a section of it. The two fall back into the hole their bodies created, but they land side by side, neither one making a cover.

Edgebrook: I don�t believe it! The ring just broke!

King: I can see it. I believe it! I love it!

Edgebrook: We have to cut to another commercial. We�ll be right back.

*Commercial Break*

The camera fades into blackness.

Voice Over: Through out history, heroes have come and come and gone. They make an impact and then are forgotten. But legends are never forgotten. Legends live on. And they will continue to live.

The scene shows the GLWA logo.

Voice Over: Many legends have come through the GLWA. Dan Dehart. Brandon Lloyd. Cyris Raven. And now new legends are arising. Kid Ego. Gavin Williams. Nightmare.

As the voice over says each name, his picture is shown.

Voice Over: So remember. Watch the GLWA. Where legends are born.

*End Commercial Break*

Edgebrook: Welcome back folks. That was our last scheduled commercial; we are going to show you the rest of this match in its entirety.

King: Either till a pinfall, submission, or until one of these guys kills the other, which is what might happen now.

Edgebrook: I don�t know Richard. Both men are finally starting to stir in that crater they created.

Anthony is the first man to his feet. He throws two punches into Williams, and then picks him up.

Edgebrook: No way! Anthony is going to piledrive Williams into that crater in the ring! There�s no padding down there folks. Just cold cement and a lot of metal.

Anthony drops to his knees, sending Williams head first onto the cement. He covers as Nightmare slides in to count the pin.

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KICKOUT!

Edgebrook: My God! He kicked out! The crowd is on its feet for Gavin Williams.

King: Just how many times are you going to say �my god� this match? That�s number three.

Anthony tries to pull Williams out of the crater, but he doesn�t have enough strength to and falls over. Nightmare, who obviously doesn�t want to see a break in the action, reaches into the crater and pulls both Anthony and Williams out, one man for each hand.

Edgebrook: Why is Nightmare interjecting himself in this match? He�s the referee for God sake!

King: That�s four.

Edgebrook: Shut up. That one didn�t count.

Williams and Anthony are both groggy in the ring. Williams manages to connect with a punch to Anthony, but Anthony fires right back. The two continue to trade punches, the punches getting faster and faster.

Edgebrook: My God! I don�t know how these two can stand, let alone fight. They�ve fond their second wind!

King: Second? More like fifth. And that is four.

Edgebrook: Damn it.

In the ring, Williams slowly begins to get the advantage. He punches Anthony and pushes him back towards the ropes. Williams whips Anthony across the ring, falling to the mat as he does. Anthony stumbles into the hole in the ring, but continues to move foreword. Anthony hits the risen half of the hole and trips, lying into, and then over the top rope.

Edgebrook: My God! Darren Anthony just ended up flying out of the ring. And Gavin Williams is lying fat in the ring.

King: Five.

Edgebrook: King, I just plain don�t give a shit anymore. This match is so incredible, so intense, I�m going to say My God as much as I damn well want.

King: Six.

On the outside of the ring, Anthony has slid under the ring to temporarily hide from Williams. Williams has finally gotten to his feet and he looks all around the ring for Anthony. Anthony finally slide out from under the ring with 5 sheets of Plexiglas. Anthony grabs one and slides into the ring. He calls for Williams to turn around. Williams does.

***SHATTER***

Anthony slams the Plexiglas down on the face and skull of Williams, shattering it. Some shards get stuck in William�s face. Anthony drops into the cover.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: What will it take to keep these men down?

King: Obviously a lot more than what they�ve taken now.

Anthony looks at Nightmare and begins to complain. After about a minute of complaining, during which Williams hasn�t moved, Anthony turns back to Williams. Anthony gets a sick smile on his face and heads to the outside of the ring. Williams grabs the kitchen sink and brings it into the ring. He moves closer to Williams, and Williams nails him with a low blow!

Edgebrook: Gavin was playing possum! Darren took too much time complaining to Nightmare!

Anthony crumples into a ball as Williams picks up the sink that he dropped. Williams holds it above his head.

***Crash***

Williams drives the sink into the head on Anthony, shattering it.

Edgebrook: MY GOD! Gavin Williams just shattered that porcelain sink over the head of Darren Anthony!

King: My God count-o-meter, seven.

Williams drops on to Anthony, covering him.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: WOW! I don�t believe it! This match will go on! King, do you have anything to say about that?

King: Uhhhh.

Edgebrook: You�ll have to excuse my partner. King is obviously dumbfounded.

Williams slides outside the ring, grabs two of the Plexiglas sheets, and slides back into the ring. He places one Plexiglas sheet on the mat before rolling Anthony on top of it, face up. The other sheet goes on top of Anthony.

King: Cool. A Darren sandwich.

Edgebrook: I�m glad your talking again King. Well, maybe not. But anyway, I have no idea what Gavin is going for here.

Williams slowly begins to climb the turnbuckle. He finally makes it to the top and perches there for a second.

Edgebrook: NO WAY! NO WAY!

Williams flies off the top rope and hits a frog splash on Anthony through the first sheet of Plexiglas, shattering it. The impact also shatters the second sheet under Anthony.

Edgebrook: MY GOD! Is Darren breathing? What a shot by Gavin Williams.

King: That�s number eight.

Edgebrook: King, don�t you care about anything else? These two men are killing each other in the ring and all you can care about is how many times I say �My God?�

King: This match is great. I�m loving watching it. And that�s nine.

Edgebrook: Damn it King. Just pay attention to the match.

In the ring, Williams somehow finds the energy to crawl over to Anthony and drape an arm over his chest. Nightmare counts.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: King, you may have been right. These two are going to kill each other.

Williams looked up at Nightmare, shocked that Anthony was able to kick out. Williams slides out of the ring and grabs the remaining two pieces of Plexiglas. Williams puts one in each of the two corners of the ring nearest him. Williams pulls Anthony to his feet and whips him towards one, but Anthony reverses it and sends Williams head first flying into the glass, breaking it.

King: Holy shit.

Edgebrook: I�m glad you finally said something that actually pertained to the match King. But I have to agree with you. Just like that, Gavin is in trouble.

Anthony grabs Williams and throws him outside the ring. Anthony leaves the ring and slides under it. He pulls out a ladder, equal in size to the first one. He sets the ladder up next to the other one.

Edgebrook: Now what�s Anthony planning?

Anthony walks over to Williams and gives him two swift kicks in the head, making sure he�ll stay down. Anthony slides back into the ring and grabs the last piece of Plexiglas. Anthony begins to climb the ladder with one hand, carrying the piece of Plexiglas in the other.

Edgebrook: What the hell is Darren thinking?

Gavin has finally gotten up and he walks over to the ladders. He looks up at Anthony, but instead of knocking over the ladder, he begins to climb the other side. Anthony, unaware of Williams, finally reaches the top of the ladder and places the Plexiglas across the top of the two ladders like a platform. He begins to look around for Williams, but Williams surprises him with a punch to the face.

Edgebrook: Here we go again. These two are battling on top of the ladder for the second time today.

King: Hot damn. This is starting to get good.

Edgebrook: Good? These two are going to kill themselves! And what do you mean starting? They�ve been going at it for close to 30 minutes!

On top of the ladder, Williams continues to punch Anthony. Williams climbs up another step and grabs Anthony. Williams swings him around� POWERBOMB!!

Edgebrook: HOLY SHIT! Gavin Just powerbombed Darren through that Plexiglas and 20 feet to floor! Gavin fell too! Neither man is moving!

Williams somehow manages to find the strength to crawl over to Anthony and make the cover. Nightmare counts.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: My God. How much more do these men have?

King: Ten.

Edgebrook: Ten what?

King: Times you�ve said My God.

Edgebrook: Enough about that. These men can barely see with all the blood dripping down their foreheads. They can barely stand up they�ve lost so much blood!

Williams and Anthony somehow manage to get back to their feet. Williams throws a week punch at Anthony, but Anthony catches it and uses Williams�s momentum to throw him foreword into the security barrier. Anthony runs after Williams and clotheslines him over the barrier. Williams�s head snaps back and cracks into the cement floor on the other side of the barrier. Anthony climbs over the security barrier and drops in for the cover.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: These two men keep going back and forth. Neither one can score a pinfall on the other.

Anthony pulls Williams to his feet and whips him back even further, towards the raised sections of seating. Williams hits the barrier hard, and Anthony runs after him. Williams somehow manages to get an elbow into the face of Anthony. Williams jumps onto the barrier and flies off it, nailing Anthony with a huge elbow.

Edgebrook: We are seeing moves here that these men almost never use! They�re going to any lengths to win this match!

Williams pulls Anthony up and grabs his head. Williams tries to slam Anthony�s head into the barrier, but Anthony blocks it. Williams tries again, and again it�s blocked. Williams tries a third time, but Anthony breaks free and begins peppering Williams with right hands. Over and over! They keep coming!

Edgebrook: Where is Darren getting this strength from?

King: I don�t know. An energy bar maybe?

Anthony continues to punch away at Williams. Williams keeps getting knocked backwards by the stiff right hands. Anthony finally lines up Williams and drops him with yet another huge right hand. Anthony looks up, noticing that Williams fell right in front of a television tower. Anthony begins to climb the tower. He gets to the top and looks down on Williams, ready to jump.

Edgebrook: No way! That�s a good ten feet down!

Out of nowhere Williams nips up. He looks up at Anthony and begins to climb the tower as well. He gets to the top, but Anthony is waiting for him with a boot the back of the head. Anthony doesn�t waste any time and quickly pulls Williams up to his feet. Anthony grabs Williams and presses him over his head before moving to the edge of the tower.

King: This could get good.

Anthony throws Williams off the top of the TV tower, but Williams somehow is able to grab the leg of Anthony and drag him off as well. Both men plummet down to the cement floor below.

Edgebrook: What a counter! If you can really call it that.

Anthony manages to crawl over to Williams and drape an arm over his shoulders.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: I don�t believe it! Thought this match was over. This is the best match I have seen in a long time.

King: You�re right. I don�t think this is going to end anytime soon either. I�ll be right back. I need to go get a snack.

Edgebrook: Well, it looks like I�ll be calling this match solo for a few minutes here. As if that�s any different than usual.

Anthony and Williams slowly rise to their feet. Williams doesn�t seam to know where he is as he slowly makes his way back towards the ring. Anthony slowly follows him. Williams finally makes his way to the ring barrier and begins to climb it. Anthony grabs a chair that a fan was in, knocking the fan to the ground. Anthony winds up and slams Williams in the back with the chair. Williams falls to the ground clutching his back.

Edgebrook: What a chair shot by Darren Anthony.

Anthony climbs over the ring barrier and opens the chair. He grabs the foot of Williams and places it in the chair�s opening. Anthony backs up, takes a running start, and kicks the chair back slamming it shut on Williams�s ankle.

Edgebrook: My God. Gavin�s ankle could be broken from that shot. Good thing King wasn�t around to hear me say that.

Anthony throws the chair out of the way and applies an ankle lock on Gavin�s ankle. Gavin screams in pain as Anthony wrenches his ankle.

Edgebrook: This could be all folks! Darren is really working on that ankle.

Anthony wrenches the ankle again and again, Williams screams in pain. Williams somehow manages to twist to his back and he promptly kicks Anthony in the jaw. Anthony comes back up and applies the ankle lock again.

Edgebrook: It�s about time you got back King.

King: Well, I had to get my food.

Edgebrook: Darren could snap Gavin�s ankle here. This is the second time he�s had that ankle lock locked in.

Williams bridges out of the ankle lock as well as he can, but he falls back to the floor. Williams pushes back up again, and once again falls flat back to the floor. Williams pushes up again, this time with such force that he comes to a standing position with Anthony pinned below him.

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Edgebrook: That ankle lock almost cost Darren the match there.

King: Um. UM.

Edgebrook: Don�t talk with your mouth full King. No one can understand what the hell you say.

Williams pulls Anthony up and whips him with force into the ring barrier. Williams walks up to Anthony and picks him up, placing him on the top of the barrier. Williams takes a few steps back and runs at Anthony. Williams jumps up, throws his legs around Anthony�s neck and hits a frankensteiner without his hands ever touching the floor.

A loud SPIT sound is heard as King spits his soda all over his microphone.

Edgebrook: What a vertical leap by Gavin Williams! And King, that was just plain disgusting.

Williams pulls Anthony up and drags him over to the entrance ramp. Williams gets behind Anthony and hits a huge German Suplex, sending Anthony�s head directly into the steel. Williams covers.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: My God! How did Darren kick out?

King: That�s eleven. I think. Wait a minute, you didn�t cheat and say it well I was gone did you?

Edgebrook: Of course not King.

Williams pulls Anthony to his feet, but gets cut off by a vicious low blow. Anthony gets up and taunts over Williams. Anthony drags Williams over to the announcers table by the stage. He grabs Richard King�s popcorn and shoves it into Williams�s mouth.

King: Hey! My popcorn!

Anthony takes a sip of King�s pop and sprays it all over the face of Williams.

King: HEY!!

Edgebrook: That soda is slightly acidic too King. That�s got to burn Gavin�s face.

Anthony leans over the announcer table and talks into Edgebrook�s microphone.

Anthony: That�s the whole point dumb ass.

Anthony reaches back to Williams, but Williams has sipped some of King�s pop and sprays it back at Anthony, complete with little chunks of popcorn. Anthony turns away clutching at his eyes. Williams dropkicks Anthony sending him face first through the glass �P� in the Primetime set.

Edgebrook: My God! Darren Anthony just went face through that glass!

King: That�s twelve. And I don�t believe he wasted my popcorn and pop like that. I paid 10 bucks for those.

Edgebrook: Then you were ripped off King. And it�s soda. Not pop.

King: It�s pop!

Edgebrook: Soda.

King: Pop.

Edgebrook: Either way, let�s get back to the action. Gavin just drove Darren through that glass.

Williams looks around for the body of Anthony. Upon finding it, he drops down into a cover.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: I DON�T BELIEVE IT! HE KICKED OUT!

King: It�s pop.

Edgebrook: I DON�T CARE WHAT YOU CALL IT ANYMORE! THIS MATCH IS INCREDIBLE!

Williams looks up at Nightmare in astonishment. Nightmare just signals that Anthony got his shoulder up. Williams turns back to Anthony and pulls him up. Williams eyes a small set of wooden stairs to his right. Williams grab Anthony like a spear and throws his down the stairs. Anthony�s head strikes the cement and his eyes roll back into his head.

Edgebrook: I think Darren Anthony could be dead.

King: Cool. We�ve never had anyone die in a GLWA match before.

Williams perches on top of the stairs. He jumps off� 450 flip! Williams lands on top of Anthony, covering him.

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KICKOUT!!!

Edgebrook: Good God! And don�t even start King. I didn�t say the two words. What will it take to keep these two men down?

Williams stands up in disbelief. He walks over to a wall and grabs a chair that has been sitting up against it. Anthony reaches under the steps and grabs a chair of his own. Williams runs up to Anthony and slams him with the chair just as Anthony slams Williams. Anthony is knocked out as Williams falls with his back over him, also knocked out.

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Edgebrook: Finally, we have a winner.

Nightmare walks over to the announcer table and grabs a microphone.

Nightmare: Hold on here. I�m not holding up anyone�s hands high now. Because this match did not have a winner. Yes, Darren Anthony�s shoulder were touching the ground, but so were Gavin Williams�s! So this match is a draw. And with the 24/7 rule, we can�t have a draw now can we? So by order of me, the current referee in this match, the match will go on!

Edgebrook: I don�t believe it! Nightmare just ordered the match to continue!

King: I don�t believe it either, but I love it!

Nightmare goes back to where the two men are still lying on the floor. Williams finally begins to stir. Williams gets up and looks at Nightmare, waiting for him to raise his hand in victory. Nightmare explains what happened to Williams. Williams looks up at Nightmare in disbelief before dropping on Anthony to cover him.

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Edgebrook: I don�t believe it! I don�t know how these men are still alive let alone kicking out of pins.

Williams stands up and looks shocked. He grabs Anthony and drags him over to the wall. Williams slams Anthony�s head into the cement wall, and then moves on to another part of the wall where he does the same. This continues until the two get to a door. Williams grabs Anthony and throws him headfirst into the door, knocking it off it�s hinges and cause the 3 half dressed women in the room to scream.

King: Cool. It looks like they found the woman�s locker room.

Williams drops in for a cover.

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Edgebrook: How much more punishment can these two men take? We�re nearing the hour mark and there is still no distinct winner!

Williams drags Anthony into the woman�s shower and holds his face under the spout. Williams turns the hot water all the way up, until is steams into the bloodied face of Anthony.

King: Damn. There weren�t any girls in the shower.

Edgebrook: Is that all you can think of King?

King: It�s not all. And it�s pop, not soda.

Edgebrook: KING!!

Much to the delight of the women in the locker room, Williams drags Anthony out. Williams sets up Anthony and nails him with a suplex. Williams grabs a maintenance ladder that has been left in the hallway and sets it up on top of Anthony. Williams climbs it. Williams drops toward Anthony and spins 360 degrees in a circle before hitting a leg drop. Williams covers again.

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Edgebrook: That was a very athletic move by Gavin Williams.

King: Not really. A lot of snowboarders and skateboarders can do it too.

Edgebrook: That doesn�t mean it�s not an athletic move King.

Williams pulls Anthony to his feet and whips him into a curtain. Anthony gets tangled up in the curtain and falls to the ground. Williams walks up to Anthony and pulls him back to his feet. Williams looks around on the other side of the curtain, noticing that they are in the workers entrance to the ring. Williams goes behind Anthony, and nail him with a huge face buster onto the concrete floor. Williams goes for another pin.

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Edgebrook: The BJWC legend Darren Anthony, continues to show the heart of a true champion. He refuses to quit.

King: God, you weren�t born, you were found in a fortune cookie.

Williams pulls Anthony back to his feet and jumps up, looking for a hurricanrana, but Anthony catches him and hits a powerbomb onto the concrete. Williams isn�t moving as Anthony drops in for a cover.

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Edgebrook: What a reversal! And just like that the tables are turned and Darren finds himself with the advantage.

King: I�d say what I just said again, but it would be too much work.

Anthony pulls Williams to his feet and throws a punch at him. And another. One more. And Williams fires right back! Right hand by Williams. Right hand by Anthony. The two are going back forth. Williams backs Anthony up to the ring barrier, and a huge right hand sends him over it. Williams leapfrogs the barrier and nails Anthony with another leg drop. Williams goes into another cover.

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Edgebrook: Folks, we are one hour into this match and we still don�t have a definite winner. I don�t think I�ve ever seen a match quite like this one.

Williams gets up and goes under the ring. He pulls out a fire extinguisher and walks up to Anthony, but Anthony has pulled up a section of the ring barrier and nails Williams with it right in the head! Williams drops the extinguisher and stumbles back a few steps. He charges back at Anthony, but Anthony has the extinguisher and sprays Williams with it in the face! Williams stumbles back, blinded for the second time in the match. Anthony walks up behind Williams, huge Germans suplex. Anthony bridges the pin.

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Edgebrook: Unbelievable! These two are still going at it.

King: Yawn. This match has been going on so long, I�m starting to get tired.

Edgebrook: How can you be tired of the match King? It�s incredible.

King: I�m not tired of the match. I�m just plain tired. Look what time it is!

Anthony slides into the ring and digs around in the crater. He comes out with a two foot long section of piping.

Edgebrook: My God! Is that a lead pipe?

King: Mr. Anthony, with the lead pipe, in the GLWA. And that�s twelve. I think.

Anthony advances on Williams with the pipe. He swings the pipe down over his head, but Williams manages to get the fire extinguisher in the way. A small hiss sound starts to emit from the extinguisher. Williams and Anthony shared a wide-eyed, horrified look. And then the compresses gas explodes. Both men are shot in opposite directions, each hitting the ring barrier across for each other.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Edgebrook: There have been a lot of Holy Shit moments in this match, but that must have been the biggest right there! That explosion just put pieces of the extinguisher in each mans body!

King: Alright! That explosion definitely woke me up!

Nightmare goes to check on each competitor. He goes to Anthony and puts his ear in front of his mouth. Nightmare stands up and nods. He repeats the procedure with Williams, who earns another nod.

Edgebrook: I don�t believe it! Nightmare is letting this match continue!

King: Well duh. Neither guy has won yet, and neither guy is dead, so of course he�s going to let the match continue.

After 3 minutes, both men finally begin to stir. The eventually make it groggily to their meet and walk towards each other. They meet and slowly begin to trade punches. First Anthony, then Williams. Williams gets knocked back by a stiff right hand, but charges foreword and hits a dropkick knocking Anthony to the mat. Williams grabs the lead pipe and chokes Anthony with it.

Edgebrook: It doesn�t look like that explosion took anything out of these men! They�re still going at it here!

Williams finally releases the choke and covers Anthony.

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Edgebrook: He kicked out! He kicked out!

Williams looks up at the two ladders and begins to climb one. He makes it too the top and looks down on a prone Darren Anthony. Anthony nips up and runs over to the ladder. He shakes it! Williams s going down! NO! Williams jumps off the ladder and manages to grab a piece of the rafters! Williams pulls himself up into the scaffolding for the arena!

Edgebrook: This could get bad! Gavin is all the way up in the scaffolding, and it looks like he�s climbing even higher!

King: Bad? What are you talking about? This is just getting good.

Anthony looks up at Williams, and then decides to climb the ladder after Williams. Anthony gets to the top of the ladder and notices Williams climbing even higher. Anthony leaps to the scaffold� and grabs it. He pulls himself up.

Edgebrook: I don�t believe this! Both men are now on top of the scaffolding! And now Nightmare has gone up there after them!

Williams looks back at Anthony, and stops climbing. Anthony eventually catches up to Williams and the two start to exchange punches. Anthony kicks Williams in the gut doubling him over. Anthony grabs Williams�s head.

Edgebrook: NO!! Don�t do it! That�s over 30 feet down!

Anthony throws Williams off the side of the scaffold, but Williams manages to grab a cable and keep himself from falling back down to the mat. Anthony smiles sickly, and continues climbing. Williams begins to swing back and forth on the cable until he gets to the scaffolding. He lands and begins to climb after Anthony. Anthony finally makes it to the top of the scaffolding and jumps down onto the jumbotron that has been raised for the wrestling event.

Edgebrook: This is unbelievable! That jumbotron isn�t being used for this show, it�s not powered now, but it�s still a good 40 feet above the ring! And those cables holding it don�t look too secure!

Williams makes it to the jumbotron and jumps on it as well, causing it to shake even more. Anthony meets Williams with a right hand, but Williams fires right back. Anthony catches Williams with a kick to the gut doubling him over. Anthony pulls Williams up for a powerbomb, but Williams reversals it into a hurricanrana sending Anthony sliding to the edge of the jumbotron and over it. Anthony somehow manages to grab onto the edge of the jumbotron. Anthony pulls himself back up.

Edgebrook: God that was close. Darren Anthony almost went over the edge there. That could have been the end of his career!

Anthony and Williams stare each other down for a minute until Williams offers Anthony a hand. Anthony takes it and the two shale before retreating away from each other.

Edgebrook: What a show of sportsmanship. These two are showing each other respect here. And listen to the fans. They really appreciate it.

King: Yah. But I don�t. I want to see some action.

Anthony goes in on Williams and hits him with a fireman�s carry, rocking the jumbotron. Anthony pulls Williams to his feet and lifts him above his head, again trying for a powerbomb. Williams squirms out of it and grabs Anthony. He rolls him up. Rolling Boston Crab!

Edgebrook: This could be it! Williams has that Crab locked in! It could be over right here!

Anthony starts crawling, but quickly realizes he has no place to crawl to. He fights the hold. And finally taps out!

~ DING, DING, DING ~

Edgebrook: Gavin Williams has done it! We have a new brutality champion!

King: And now Nightmare is going to attack Williams and take his title back.

As both Williams and Anthony pass out Nightmare continues to simply stand on top of the jumbotron. Eventually, a scaffold is lowered and both men are rolled onto it. The scaffold is then lowered the rest of the way to the ring and the men get rolled off of it. Nightmare calls for, and gets a microphone.

Nightmare: I just want to congratulate these two men on one hell of a match. I know most of you are wondering why I haven�t pinned Gavin over there to become the Brutality champion.

Nightmare points to a now unconscious Gavin Williams.

King: I am wondering that.

Edgebrook: Let the man talk King.

Nightmare: Lately, I realized that there are more important things than wrestling. This used to be my everything. My life. But now, I�m finally finding out it�s not all it�s cracked up to be. I�ve finally started living my life. And yes, the rumors are true. If I loose this final match tonight, if I don�t win the chance to fight for the NWA World Heavyweight title, I am going to retire.

Edgebrook: WHAT?

Nightmare: I just wanted to say, thank you to all of you. The fans. Everyone who helped to make me what I am today. I owe you guys everything. And hopefully, I won�t be retiring, but on the off chance that I do, It�s been great. I�ll see all of you at WrestleBowl when I take care of some unfinished business.

Nightmare throws the microphone down and begins his long walk up the entrance way as ring technicians begin to fix the hole in the center of the ring.

Edgebrook: Wow. So Nightmare will retire if he doesn�t win later tonight. You have to see him as the top prospect to win though. All we�ve heard from Roadkill is that he is seriously injured, and Gavin can barely stand after this match. It�s going to be good! Stick around.

King: Before we get started, I understand we...

(A loud siren echoes throughout the arena.)

Edgebrook: You know what that means?

King: Yea, Ace Slaughter is about to make his presence felt, in the ring.

(Everyone looks towards the entrance ramp.)

Edgebrook: I hear the music, but I don't see Ace Slaughter.

(The music slowly quiets down, as Ace Slaughter appears on the giant screen, that is near the entrance ramp. The crowd, immediately goes into a chant.)

Crowd: SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!!

Slaughter: Shut up!! You people are completely brain-dead. Just like your Fighting Iliini!! Getting beat by Ohio State. What a joke.

Edgebrook: Actually, although they didn't make the top 25, Ohio State ended up with a 19-11 record.

(Richard King looks at James with a bewildered look.)

King: Let me guess, you watch ESPN.

Slaughter: I bet even Southern Illinois can beat your precious Illinois!! I even bet that Illinois State can beat your Fighting Illini!!

(The arena explodes with the screaming boos, from the fans.)

Crowd: SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!!

Slaughter: Dmetri Wehrman, you just be prepared for the worst beating your broken down body has ever received.

Crowd: SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!!

Slaughter: You people are morons!! Slugs have better intelligence!! Now!! Dmetri Wehrman!! You piece of human excrement!! That's right!! I called you a piece of crap!!

(The crowd starts to chant.)

Crowd: Dmetri!! Dmetri!! Dmetri!! Dmetri!!

Slaughter: Shut up!! Shut up!! Dmetri, tonight I will show you and everyone else that Team NWA is more superior than you or anyone else here in the GLWA. Get ready for a fight, that you will never EV-ERRRR forget!! And you and these idiots...

Slaughter: Can choke... on... that!!!

EDGEBROOK: It's time for the main-event, this is the match this Bloomington crowd has been waiting for all night.

KING: This is a big one James, because the winner recives a shot at the NeWA Heavyweight Championship.

EDGEBROOK: The question is, can the rookie Gavin 'Havok' Williams, take this one?

KING: I don't think so, he's too sore and beat up from his match with D.A.

EDGEBROOK: How about Nightmare or Roadkill?

KING: Maybe if Nightmare can out wrestle Roadkill, because Roadkill obvious has the experience lead.

EDGEBROOK: Speaking of Roadkill, here comes our first competitor in the main-event for a shot at the NeWA Heavyweight Title!

{The lights go out in the arena. A murmur of excitement floods the crowd}

RESIDING IN MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO POUNDS...

{A low thunder echoes throughout the arena}

{The crowd erupts as the 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!!!}

EDGEBROOK: Sounds like Roadkill is a crowd favorite here in Illinois.

# 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 wears black boots, black wrestling trunks, and a white leather jacket with "RK" stitched in black on the back. His head cleanly shaven. A goatee on his chiseled face. And a look in his cold green eyes that could kill!}

KING: After that draw with President Letner at 'Love Hurts', Roadkill has to prove himself here tonight.

EDGEBROOK: Seeing as how he's the ONLY former BJWC Heavyweight Champion in this match, Roadkill has to be the odd's on favorite.

# 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 enters via the cell door that the ref has opened}

# 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!!

{The music fades}

(Suddenly the lights go out. "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.)

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 he has a glare in his eye.)

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 slides 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 on the apron and goes inside and begins to attack Roadkill.)

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare isn't wasting any time tonight!

KING: He's really taking it Roadkill.

(Nightmare hits Roadkill with a series of punches and drops him like a bag of potatoes, as Nightmare brags, Gavin comes limping from backstage.)

EDGEBROOK: Now here comes the new 'Brutality Champion' Gavin 'Havok' Williams, things really about to pick up.

(The crowd begins to chant for Roadkill as Nightmare works over him over. Nightmare plants a series of knee drops to the chest of Roadkill, he waist no time and picks Roadkill up and plants him with a solid DDT.)

KING: WHAM! One hell of a DDT by Nightmare.

EDGEBROOK: Gavin has made his way down to the ring and has his sights on Nightmare who now has a sleeper hold on Roadkill.

(From behind Gavin put's Nightmare in a sleeper, all three men struggle to keep their position in the ring.)

KING: A classic three-way sleeper, I haven't seen this in years.

EDGEBROOK: With all three men already worn down, I wouldn't be surprised if someone doesn't pass out right now!

KING: Gavin might pass out based on the pain he took from earlier tonight, alone.

(The Ref attempts to raise Roadkill's arm to check if he's passed out...)

1...

(Roadkill arm drops like an anvil out the sky.)

2...

(Could it be over this fast?)

KING: It's Over, It's Over, Nightmare WINS!

3...

EDGEBROOK: NO, Roadkill got his arm up in time!

KING: That sucks, I was ready to go home.

(In a smart desperation move, Gavin Williams pushes Nightmare and Roadkill into the Ref and knocks him out. Williams then proceeds to crawl outside the ring and take a break.)

EDGEBROOK: Smart desperation move by Williams, he's thinking like a veteran tonight.

KING: I know, Roadkill is letting me down.

(Nightmare and Roadkill get back to their feet at the same time and lock up. Roadkill overpowers Nightmare and send him flying into
the turn buckle. As Nightmare lays slumped in the corner, Roadkill climbs to the second rope and unleashes a series of punches to Nightmare's forehead.)

CROWD: ONE.

CROWD: TWO.

CROWD: THREE.

CROWD: FOUR.

CROWD: FIVE.

CROWD: SIX.

(As Roadkill continues to bash in Nightmares skull, Gavin slides in the ring and hits a running drop kick and send Roadkill tumbling over the top rope, he quickly tosses Nightmare over the top rope also.)

EDGEBROOK: Williams again, he continues to find ways to buy himself time, over and over again.

KING: He better enjoy it while it last, Roadkill won't stand for this too much longer!

(Roadkill and Nightmare begin to stir, Gavin notices and goes to the top rope and launches himself into his opponets.)

KING: What the hell was Gavin thinking? He's in no shape to be pulling stunts like that.

EDGEBROOK: Tremendous move by the rookie, Gavin 'Havok' Williams!

KING: It looks a wreck just took place outside the ring, someone get the EMT's.

(The Ref begins the ten count, as all three competitors are out cold.)

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

FOUR...

FIVE...

SIX...

SEVEN...

EIGHT...

NINE...

(All of a sudden, the lights flicker on and off.)

EDGEBROOK: What's this all about?!?!

KING: That cheap ass Letner probably forgot to pay the damn light bill.

EDGEBROOK: He doesn't pay the light bill here.

KING: He doesn't?

(The lights flicker back on and Nightmare lays in the middle of the ring, The Ref restarts the ten count.)

ONE...

TWO...

EDGEBROOK: I'm being told that the light malfunction was simply and error.

THREE...

FOUR...

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare breaks the count as he goes outside and begins to stomp a mudhole into Roadkill and Havok.

KING: Nightmare is very aggressive tonight!

EDGEBROOK: These men are so tired they can't even string together a series of moves, it's like one big street fight.

(Nightmare rolls Gavin into the ring and gives him a quick snap suplex. He then proceeds to pick Gavin up and toss him off the ropes with tons of force.)

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare is cat quick, but he struck Gavin like a mac truck with that clothesline.

[Nightmare whips Gavin into the left corner and starts to wear him down with hard knees into the stomach and rib area.)

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare is working Gavin with those thundering knee shots.

KING: He's probably trying to break one of this poor kids ribs.

EDGEBROOK: I wouldn't doubt it.

[Nightmare drives his knee into Gavin's ribs about three more times and starts to taunt and boast.]

KING: Nightmare better watchout, here comes Killer'

[While Nightmare gloats, Roadkill takes advantage and connects with a beautiful drop kick]

KING: Hey Nightmare your taunting a little too hard to night.

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare must have thought Roadkill was going to be push over.

KING: Well he thought wrong.

[Roadkill picks Nightmare up and irsh whips him off the ropes and floors him with a VERY powerful clothesline.]

Edegbrook: Excellent clothesline by Killer'!

[ Killer' picks Gavin up and drives him to the floor with a nasty ddt.]

Edegebrook: I think Roadkill just busted open Gavin's wound he suffered last week, at 'Love Hurts'.

KING: The rookie can't hang.

Edgebrook: The bleeding in Gavin's forehead is not as bad as previously thought.

[Roadkill still has control of the match, he goes for a suplex but Gavin flips out of Roadkill's grapple in mid air and kicks him in the
ribs dead aim.]

[Gavin brings Roadkill to his feet and goes up top for the 'Pure Havok']

EDGEBROOK: What an explosive move by Gavin, he could win it with that one.

KING: Nightmare is out, all Gavin has to do is get the pin.

EDGEBROOK: He covers...

ONE...

EDGEBROOK: Nightmare with the break-up, with in an eyelash of defeat!

[With Roadkill out cold Nightmare looks at the top turnbuckle, you can tell he has serious doubts, after about five seconds of doubt he signals to the top turnbuckle. At the same time Gavin goes to the opposite turnbuckle.]

EDGEBROOK: Gavin is crazy he's in no shape after last week to try a high risk maneuver.

KING: You can't tell these kids anything now'a days.

[Gavin goes up to the turnbuckle and waste no time. he flies up high in shades of a young "Macho Man" Randy Savage, with a beautiful elbow drop, Killer' starts to move...]

EDGEBROOK: GAVIN MISSES, HE MISSES!

KING: Look at Nightmare, he hits a frog splash on Roadkill!!!

EDGEBROOK: The cover...

EDGEBROOK: I can't believe this, Nightmare has done it!

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