FIRST
HOUR!!!
[We open up to Robert Letner, standing in Team NWA's locker room
as Jake Cage, Ace Slaughter, Jason Stallion and Tommy L gather around in a
semi-circle.]
Letner: So Jason, have you decided your stipulation for tonight's match?
Hopefully it's a good one.
Jason: *laughing* Oh trust me, it is. You see Rob, we have a problem tonight.
You put me in a situation where the GLWA title is in great danger. A situation
where I could be double-teamed by Dmetri and Kid Ego...and lose the Heavyweight
title right here tonight
because of unfair tactics.
[The crowd at ringside lets out a huge pop over 'losing the title', but Jason
goes on.]
Jason: Now you're 'Mr. Honorable' all of a sudden, wanting me to actually defend
my title, so I KNOW you wouldn't want the title to change hands under such cheap
circumstances. That's why, to keep those two honest tonight, I'm asking for a
special guest referee as my stipulation.
[Small cheer from the crowd as Letner thinks it over.]
Robert: I guess so, so Jake Cage as the guest referee as your stip?
[Tommy L snickers and Jason Stallion shakes his head.]
Jason: Not exactly, I think Jake'll be a little 'wasted' to ref a match.
Tonight, the special guest referee who will keep Kid Ego and Dmetri Wehrman in
line will be none other than...President Robert Letner.
[HUGE boo from the arena crowd as Jason waites for a look of approval. Letner
frowns at first, but his face breaks into a smile.]
Robert: You know what, I think I like that idea. Consider it done.
[The shot ends with Tommy L patting Jason on the back as the GLWA champ and
Robert Letner exchange a thumbs-up.]
{Fade out}
{Cut to the announcers}
EDGEBROOK: Hello ladies and gentleman, my name is James Edgebrook.
KING: And my name is Richard King.
EDGEBROOK: Tonight we continue our
three hour shows. So lets get this party started
COMMERCIAL
(Both men circle one another in the ring.)
Edgebrook: Don't step away from the TV on this one, folks; we have an excellent
match up between two great superstars.
King: Are we watching the same match?
Edgebrook: Shut up.
(They hook up in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Each man
jocks for position, neither gaining much ground. Eventually Lowry's slight
leverage advantage comes into play as he forces Bruce into the corner.)
King: Alright, now the good stuff!
(The referee slips in and we get a clean break.)
Edgebrook: What a great show of sportsmanship.
King: Yeah, right. Wake me when this match is over.
(Taking a few steps forward after the break, Bruce shoots in with a single leg
takedown. Once on the ground Eric looks to rain down a few punches from above.
Lowry covers his face to try to guard, but Bruce has the classic shoot fighter's
mount. As Bruce lifts his arm to throw one of the flurry of punches, Lowry
elevates his back and rolls Eric over.)
Edgebrook: Reversal from Alex Lowry. This one will be fought as a mat war
between two exceptionally grapplers.
King: (Mocks snoring noise)
Edgebrook: I hate you.
(With a raised mount of his own, Lowry leans back and launches a headbutt into
Bruce's face. One can tell by the shocked look on Eric's face that, indeed, that
shot hurt. Before he can clear the cobwebs, Lowry lifts him to his feet and
Irish whips him to the far side ropes. Hitting the near ropes for momentum,
Lowry catapults himself into a missile with a flying forearm.)
Edgebrook: That will knock the snot out of you!
(Hitting the ropes yet again, this time Lowry punishes Bruce with a legdrop
across the throat. Bruce clutches his windpipe as Alex looks for an opportunity
to capitalize on his advantage. Lifting Eric by the back of his neck, he
clutches him in a front face lock.)
King: BASH HIS SKULL INTO THE GROUND!
Edgebrook: Awake, huh?
King: Ah, it ain't easy, but it's an honest living.
(Lowry looks to oblige King, but with a burst of energy, Eric reverses into a
modified release slingshot suplex.)
Edgebrook: He took a merry-go-ride with that move.
(Lowry is stunned by the counter and Bruce doesn't waste a moment, getting a
running start at Alex. He sits up, instinctively trying to bounce back to his
feet, but just as he regains his wits, he is hit flush in the sternum with a sit
down drop kick.)
King: That will leave a mark.
(Lowry rolls over on his stomach, hands on his chest, with his legs kicking.
That move really hurt him. Bruce flips him over and goes for a cover.)
1.
Edgebrook: He may be toast.
2.
King: You may be an idiot.
KICKOUT!
(Bruce looks at the referee with an angry glare. The young, arrogant star slaps
his hand three times, trying to teach the referee how to get that high. While he
jaw jacks the referee about a supposed slow count, Lowry gains the presence of
mind to punch him square in the jaw.)
Edgebrook: HEY! Closed fists are illegal.
(Another one)
King: Ah, do what you gotta do.
(The shots don't have a lot of zing on them, considering Lowry is firing from
his back, but they are connecting cleanly. He sits up, launching the third shot
with some power. Bruce returns fire with a right hand of his own. Now both men
are scrambling to their feet, each throwing right hands on their way up. Lowry
is on one knee as Bruce reaches a vertical base.)
Edgebrook: A couple of punches like that will knock out a tooth or worse.
King: Speaking of missing teeth; how is your mom?
Edgebrook: SHUT UP!
(Eric slaps his arms around Lowry waist, looking for a belly to belly suplex.
Lowry throws his leg around Eric's creating an impossible toss.)
King: Block by Lowry.
(Bruce spins both of them around, breaking the block and looks to try again.
Even after the doe-see-doe, Alex block again.)
Edgebrook: Maybe he should try something different.
(Eric seems dead set on hitting this. However, as he goes to the well a third
time, Lowry does a pirouette of his own. This time Alex is able to use the
momentum to send Bruce over with an over the back release suplex.)
CROWD: HOLY SHIT!
Edgebrook: GOOD GAWD!
(Being off balance and in a different spot than they started, neither man knew
how close they were to the turnbuckle. Bruce's back hit the middle turnbuckle
and on the way down his leg wrapped around the top. He is hanging in quite a
precarious position.)
King: This is going to be bad for Bruce.
(With fire in his eyes, Alex begins stomping the holy hell out of Bruce. Kick
after kick to the midsection must be breaking ribs, or at least must feel that
way for Bruce.)
Edgebrook: TREE OF WOE! TREE OF WOE!
King: Seriously man, last time I heard someone say woe that many times I was
watching Joey Lawrence on Blossom. I mean, someone else was watching and I was
in the room. I mean.
Edgebrook: Yeah, we know what you mean.
King: SHUT UP!
(Finally the referee breaks them up, unhooking Eric's leg from the top ropes.
Bruce crumbles to the mat.)
Edgebrook: I don't know if Eric is going to be able to come back from this one.
He took some vicious shots while hung up.
King: Not to mention the fact that you have no defense in that position.
(Sitting up in the corner, looking rather out of it, Bruce is an easy target.)
King: Uh oh.
Edgebrook: I smell a bronco buster coming.
King: What in the world must that smell like?
(Sure enough, Lowry gets a running start and the fallen Bruce and lunges at
him.)
Edgebrook: OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
King: Mrs. Lowry might as well hit the sack for the night, because Alex ain't
going to be any use.
(Bruce rolled out of the way at the last second and Lowry straddled the bottom
turnbuckle. He stands up quickly, but just barely. Bruce, although in a great
deal of pain himself, rebounds and springs up the turnbuckles.)
Edgebrook: WOW, look at him fly.
(Leaping into the air, he locks in a front face lock on the way down)
King: BULLDOG OF THE TOP ROPES! Eric busted Lowry's skull on that move!
Edgebrook: We may have a winner.
1.
King: WE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!
2..
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NIGHTMARE: Who the hell is it? I'm trying to get ready for my match.
{The door opens and standing there is President Letner}
{Nightmare jumps to his feet}
NIGHTMARE: What the hell do you want?
LETNER: Calm your horses, Nightmare. I actually come in peace.
{Nightmare gives Letner a dirty look}
LETNER: I just come to say that at the next Primetime, you will be facing Darren Anthony.
{Fans pop}
NIGHTMARE: But I have to face Kurt Chavez that same weekend.
{Letner smirks}
LETNER: That's the breaks kid.
{Nightmare jumps to his feet}
NIGHTMARE: This isn't fair, Letner. You know it and I know it.
LETNER: I'll tell you what is fair though...WrestleBowl Six. It will be Nightmare...versus...
{Fans wait on the edge of their seats}
LETNER: ...Robert Letner. In a Casket Match.
{Nightmare smiles}
NIGHTMARE: Sounds good to me.
LETNER: Then tonight...you and I sign the contract. Right after your
match with Roadkill...I am coming to the ring and we will sign that paper
right there.
NIGHTMARE: Perfect.
{Letner smirks}
LETNER: Very perfect.
{Letner turns and leaves the room}
{Fade out}
KING: Letner and Nightmare in a casket match? This ought to be interesting
EDGEBROOK: But next week he faces Darren Anthony, the night
after he faces Kurt Chavez. He could very well walk into Primetime with
the NWA Heavyweight Title.
KING: And?
EDGEBROOK: Shut up.
Drinking Match
Have not received the match yet.
Will be added when I recieve it.
LONG COMMERCIAL
EDGEBROOK: Welcome to the Second Hour of Primetime. Our
next match will feature Letner's 'Love Hurts' Opponent versus his
'WrestleBowl' foe.
KING: Well aren't we informative.
EDGEBROOK: Well aren't we a dick. Can't you ever be
nice?
KING: It's not in my nature.
Regular Match
Roadkill vs. Nightmare
Have not received the match yet.
Will be added when I receive it.
And your winner...
{Nightmare lay exhausted in the middle of the ring, when
'Anxiety' by Black Eyed Peas announces President Letner}
{Fans boo}
{Letner walks out of the back, clipboard in hand. He smiles as he walks down the entrance ramp}
EDGEBROOK: This can't be good.
{Letner climbs up the steps and enters the ring}
KING: Whip his ass, right here Letner.
EDGEBROOK: Shut up.
{Letner is handed a microphone}
LETNER: Hello good folks of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
{Fans boo loudly}
LETNER: That's okay. I know you guys aren't mad at me...you're mad at yourselves.
EDGEBROOK: What is he talking about?
LETNER: I mean...actually believing that UW-Milwaukee would really go far in the NCAA Tournament?
{Boo louder}
LETNER: Did you actually think they would be Illinois? AND THEN...
{Letner smirks}
LETNER: I know you were even more mad at yourself when Wisconsin got their asses handed to them, by North Carolina.
{Real boos}
{Letner smirks}
LETNER: That's why later tonight, I intend to show you guys a real champion...Jason Stallion.
{Nightmare makes it to his feet, behind Letner. He leans against a turnbuckle}
LETNER: But right now, I have other business to attend to.
{Letner turns around and looks at Nightmare}
LETNER: Our little buckaroo here has been feuding with me off
and on, since I've opened the GLWA. It seems he doesn't like me since
I've made him the man he is today.
{Letner walks over and grabs Nightmare by the hair, pulling him out of the
corner}
LETNER: Some people just don't appreciate the hand they are given. I pulled him out of the gutter and made him into a NWA World Heavyweight Contender. And what does he do to repay me?
{Letner pulls Nightmare face to face with him}
LETNER: He wants me in a Casket Match at WrestleBowl.
{He tosses Nightmare to the ground}
LETNER: Despite watching me pull Roadkill apart at Love Hurts...Nightmare wants me to take him on in a Casket Match. And I accepted...and here...
{Letner holds up the clipboard}
LETNER: ...this is the contract for us to face off. I have it signed...it's his turn.
{Letner tosses the clipboard onto Nightmare}
{Suddenly the lights go out}
KING: Why does Letner let the lighting crew still work? They should all be...
{A loud echo of thunder interrupts King}
EDGEBROOK: Holy shit.
{The GLWA-A-tron kicks on and all we see is the midnight sky. It's darkness is suddenly interrupted by a flash of lightning}
V/O: Hundreds of years ago...man interrupted the peaceful way
of things. Nature's harmony was broken by construction and devastation
to it's creatures.
{The view on the GLWA-A-tron pans down as we notice a bunch of trees, as if we
were in a forest}
V/O: The Great Creator summoned few men to fulfill Her wishes.
She summoned a few men to make this world harmonious once again.
{Two small eyes appear towards the floor of the forest}
KING: Great Creator? Why does that sound familiar?
V/O: Letner...it's because of men like you...that I was created. It's
because of men like you, that I was born.
{The rest of the body appears as it is a wolf standing near the trunk of a
tree as the rain still falls hard}
V/O: That's why tonight...I will continue my quest...the quest you tried to stop at Clash For The Cup. Tonight...I will ride....WE will ride.
{The GLWA-A-Tron goes black once again as their is a low noise coming from the crowd}
{The lights kick back on}
KING: OH MY GOD NO!!!
EDGEBROOK: IT'S WHITE WOLF...HE'S BACK!!!
{Letner still is looking at the GLWA-A-Tron as White Wolf is standing behind
him now}
KING: HE'S BEEN GONE SINCE CLASH FOR THE CUP!!! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?
{White Wolf climbs up to the top turnbuckle}
KING: LETNER TURN AROUND!!!
{President Letner turns around as White Wolf jumps onto his shoulder and then executes a beautiful frankensteiner}
{Fans pop}
EDGEBROOK: WHITE WOLF HAS RETURNED AND HE JUST TOOK OUT THE PRESIDENT!!!
{Letner lay there, hurting}
KING: What is he doing now?
{White Wolf runs to the ropes, jumps onto them and does a moonsault off of them, slamming his knee into the head of President Letner}
EDGEBROOK: LETNER IS UNCONSCIOUS!!!
KING: SOMEONE CALL THE EMT'S!!!
{White Wolf walks over, grabs the clipboard and hands it to Nightmare...who is standing there in awe}
WW: Sign it...and whoop his ass!
{Nightmare smirks as he takes the pen off the clipboard and signs his name}
EDGEBROOK: Here comes Team NWA.
KING: HURRY UP!!!
{Nightmare tosses the clipboard onto Letner as he and White
Wolf exit the ring}
{Team NWA slides in and checks on Letner}
{Fade Out}
COMMERCIAL
Tag Team Match
Light Tub/Table Match
Darren Anthony/Cobb Jones vs. B.N.I. (Michael McCormick & Christopher Collins)
EDGEBROOK: Now this has to be one of the most painful stipualtions King, a lightbulb ladder match
KING: Ouch!!
EDGEBROOK: BNI and Darren Anthony are already in the ring, we are just waiting on�
[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 candy floss, 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. Let's do this thang.]
EDGEBROOK: It looks like it�s going to be McCormick and Cobb starting this match off
KING: Have you heard anything about the background of this Jones fella?
EDGEBROOK: Well�..I can�t say that I have
(McCormick goes for a collar and elbow tie up, but Cobb side steps, landing a quick jab to the mid-section of Mike, doubling him over. Jones follows with an elbow to the back of McCormick�s head, knocking him down to the mat)
EDGEBROOK: It appears to be a little short on wrestling, quite long on bar fighting
KING: You say tomato, I say tomato
EDGEBROOK: Doesn�t have the same effect when you type it
KING: Yea I�m picking that up
(Cobb quickly drops down, kneeling next to Mike and starts landing right hand, after right hand. Jones quickly brings a stunned McCormick to his feet, sending him into the ropes, then connecting with swinging forearm to the chops of the former NWA tag champion)
EDGEBROOK: I must say, McCormick appears to be stunned, this isn�t what he was expecting at all
KING: You mean he hadn�t planned on an ass whupping
EDGEBROOK: Right, something along those lines
(McCormick rolls to his corner where Collins and Anthony are beating on each other)
EDGEBROOK: Now this is an interesting matchup, �Ender� has held titles up and down both coasts, while the Dreamer is a BJWC legend
KING: You done on your little reminiscing trip
EDGEBROOK: Eat me
(Collins and Darren lock up, the slightly larger Collins quickly gains the advantage, applying a side headlock on Anthony. Chris quickly hits two right hands to the top of Darren�s head, before Anthony forces out, pushing Ender into the ropes. Collins ducks the clothesline, connecting with a lariat of his own on the bounce back)
EDGEBROOK: It appears that while one member of BNI is doing well, the other is on the bad side of a butt kicking
(Using his wide array of street fighting and bar brawling tactics, Cobb Jones is taking it to McCormick. Mike swings wildly, only to catch another left hand to the torso, followed by an uppercut, sending McCormick crashing back into the turnbuckles. Cobb then slides out of the ring, bringing the first table with lightbulb into the ring as the crowd POPs)
EDGEBROOK: This is going to hurt someone real bad
KING: YIPPIE!!
(As soon as Cobb follows the table into the ring, McCormick pounces on him, landing fisticuffs of his own, before dragging Jones to his feet and connecting with a side Russian leg sweep. On the other side of the ring, Darren Anthony has taken control of Chris Collins, who is sprawled out in the corner as the Dreamer lands a barrage of swift kicks, before snapping Ender to the mat with a stiff DDT)
EDGEBROOK: There is action all over the ring! I�m gonna sprain my tongue trying to call it all
KING: Then just be quiet for the first time in your miserable life!
EDGEBROOK: Then you would be happy, and we all know that we can�t allow that
KING: I hate you
(Collins rolls out of the way of an attempted leg drop by Anthony, while McCormick has a half crab cinched in on Cobb Jones. The two members of BNI catch eyes, and Mike releases the hold on Jones, sprints over and catches the unsuspecting Darren Anthony with a bulldog headlock)
EDGEBROOK: That is where BNI has the big advantage, they have teamed together for lord knows how long, while Jones and Anthony have never teamed before
KING: Well thanks for that insight Mr. Wrestling know it all
(Cobb Jones sprints over to help out his partner, only to find himself on the receiving end of a double hip toss. Collins sets up the table, while McCormick continues to work over Darren. Anthony is rolled onto the table, while the Ender climbs up on top as well)
EDGEBROOK: It sure doesn�t look good for the BJWC legend here
(Chris Collins sets up Darren for a piledriver, but at the last moment, Anthony uses all his strength and back body drops Collins off the table. At the same time, Jones gets to his feet and spears the stunned McCormick)
EDGEBROOK: How quickly things can change
KING: You can say that again
EDGEBROOK: How quickly things can change!
KING: I hate you
(Anthony leaps off the little pedestal, smashing Collins with elbow drop, while Cobb is choking the daylights out of Mike)
KING: Get the ref in there!
EDGEBROOK: Ain�t no rules today buddy
KING: I ain�t your buddy
(This time, Cobb and Darren catch eyes, and Jones sends McCormick running with in Irish whip, but Anthony catches him, sending him flying into the air with a flapjack and��)
CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
EDGEBROOK: OH MY GOD!!!!
KING: Holy crap!
EDGEBROOK: Mike McCormick is face down in a pile of wood chips and shattered glass!
(Not even hesitating, Cobb Jones slides out of the ring, grabbing another table and leaning it against the turnbuckles as Anthony brings Ender to his feet)
EDGEBROOK: Darren Anthony and Cobb Jones are looking to end this match real quick
KING: Well I think it�s in their best interest
(Darren goes to send Collins into the table, but at the
last moment Chris reverses it�..)
CCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
EDGEBROOK: He has to have glass and wood in places he never planned on getting them
KING: Tied up!!
EDGEBROOK: Indeed, McCormick and Anthony have both been eliminated from this match
(Jones quickly attacks Collins, gaining the advantage with his bar fighting skills on pure display, punch after punch, kick after kick.)
EDGEBROOK: Something tells me that Cobb doesn�t have much of a amateur wrestling background
KING: He may as well be drinking a Pabst between falls
(Cobb goes to throw another punch, but Collins blocks it and counters with one of his own. Another blocked punch, Collins sends Jones into the ropes and Chris catches him with a HUGE powerslam. Chris quickly rolls out of the ring, grabbing another table)
EDGEBROOK: This could be the beginning of the end for the talented Cobb Jones, BNI made this stip, they�ve been in these matches before
KING: Well duh, they�re retarded. Of course they�ve done this match before
(Collins has Jones set up for a powerbomb onto the table, until a ruckus begins from the crowd, and someone jumps out�.)
EDGEBROOK: WHAT THE HELL IS JASON STALLION DOING HERE??!?!
KING: YIPPIE!!!
(As Jason slides into the ring, Collins throws Jones aside to meet Stallion. Chris quickly gains the advantage, landing consecutive right hands, followed by a lunging lariat, sending Stallion to the floor. He throws his arms in the air in celebration, only to turn around into a scoop slam from Jones�..Cobb turns�..)
CCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
**DING DING DING**
EDGEBROOK: WHAT AN UPSET!!
KING: You�re welcome Jones and Anthony
EDGEBROOK: After the interference from Jason Stallion, Cobb Jones sent Chris Collins through the table to get the duke for this team!
And your winner...
COMMERCIAL
{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: 'The D Express' Dan Dehart.
{Silence}
VOICE: Nick Yonce.
{Silence}
VOICE: Reaper.
{Silence}
VOICE: 'g-Crusher' Merlin Reynolds.
{Silence}
VOICE: 'Monster Reborn' 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 twenty-seven 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
GLWA MidWest Title Match
Joey Brannon (C) vs.
EDGEBROOK: Here we go! GLWA Mid-West Championship match coming up next, and it�s a rematch from Love Hurts. The Champion has already gotten word to us that his stipulation for tonight is that this will be a Lumberjack match. Here come our lumberjacks now.
(Coming down in two separate collums we see the stars of the GLWA surround the ring. One side is lead by Team NWA members Jake Cage and Jason Stallion. Behind them we see Nero Cain, Alex Lowy, Cobb Jones and Darren Anthony. Nightmare, Malice, Batteries Not Included, Kid Ego, and Dmitre Wehrman lead out the other side.)
KING: That has to be one of the most impressive collections of talent around a ring in a long time. Nowhere else in the NWA can you find this type of quality.
(A loud siren echoes throughout the arena. Some of the crowd is holding their ears. Two large white spotlights start to rotate around. The Team NWA logo is located in the center of the spotlights. Strobelights are starting to flicker and pulse along with the song.)
KING: Can`t you hear the love from these wonderful people?!
EDGEBROOK: Are you delirious!?! These people HATE Ace Slaughter!!
KING: You call it hate. I call it fear!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given!
(There is a loud explosion!! There are exploding pyrotechnics, surrounding the entrance area. Instantly, the crowd begin with their boos.)
EDGEBROOK: The last time Joey Brannon and Ace Slaughter faced inside the ring, was at Love Hurts. If my memory serves me, the match ended in a draw.
KING: But, at least Ace Slaughter didn`t lose.
EDGEBROOK: He didn`t win the title, either.
KING: But, tonight will be different. Can`t you feel the energy from the crowd?
EDGEBROOK: What did you say?!?
KING: (shouting) I SAID... CAN`T YOU FEEL THE CROWD`S ENERGY?!?!
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me-e-e!!
(Ace Slaughter walks out onto the entrance ramp. Slaughter is wearing black jean shorts. On the outer sides of the shorts in white old english lettering, is Team NWA. Slaughter is wearing black kneepads and black elbow pads, with a black t-shirt with the Team NWA logo on it. Slaughter is wearing a black mask, with a large white star over his right eyehole, on his mask. In the center of the star is a red Anarchy style A. His long black hair pokes through a small hole, in the back of the mask. He is wearing black boots, with Team NWA, in white lettering. The crowd explodes with thunderous boos. Slaughter starts to walk, as he raises his fists into the air, smirking arrogantly.)
#Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me#
(Ace slowly is walking down the ramp.)
#Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me#
CROWD: SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!!
EDGEBROOK: Ace won`t have to worry about not having the crowd backing him. Their booing is almost deafening!!
KING: I can`t hear you!
EDGEBROOK: I said Ace won`t have to worry about the crowd not backing him tonight!!
KING: James, I can`t hear you!! I think the crowd will not be in Slaughter`s corner tonight!!
(Slaughter continues to thrash around to the music, down to the ring.)
(Ace extends his arms out, as he spins around one full rotation. Then throws his arms into the air, with his index finger extended. Then, with his hands into fists he thrusts his arms down as he leaps into the air. When Ace Slaughter lands, a large explosion of pyrotechnics is displayed around the entrance ramp area.)
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
(Slaughter stops thrashing around. He slowly walks down towards ringside.)
#Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me!!#
KING: You can see the total determination in Slaughter`s eyes. I think Joey Brannon is gonna be in serious trouble!!
EDGEBROOK: I think, this once and I mean this once, you
might be correct.
(And when I dream) [4x]
No mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don't hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Dont do it, you're hurting me
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don't you,
Why don't you fuck off and die
Why can't you just fuck off and die
Why can't you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
FUCK YOU
I don't need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
How would you like to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die
(As Ace is about to reach ringside, when he sees a little girl, maybe around the age of five. The little girl is holding a bag of popcorn. Ace Slaughter walks pass and sees the bag of popcorn. Slaughter walks over to the little girl and snatches the bag of pocorn away.)
EDGEBROOK: Richard!! You see that!?! That monster took that little girl`s popcorn away!!
(Slaughter starts laughing. The father, of the little girl takes a swing at Ace Slaughter. Ace just laughs, as he grabs a handful of popcorn and shoves it in his mouth, right in front of the little girl.)
EDGEBROOK: How unnecessary!! That little girl is crying. Wait a minute her father is saying something.
KING: Doesn�t these fans know by now. DO NOT INFURIATE ACE SLAUGHTER!! I can read lips. I think he is saying "No, Mr. Slaughter don�t hurt me!! Go ahead eat all of my daughter�s popcorn. It�s fine with me
(The little girl�s father starts to get real angry and throws his cup of soda at him.)
EDGEBROOK/KING: OH NO-O-O!!
(Slaughter looks at the soda dripping from his chest and wipes the wetness from his mask. Ace spits out the mouthfull of popcorn, as Ace Slaughter slaps the father up right side his head. Security rushes to the fan. Slaughter walks to ringside. Ace leaps onto the ring apron. Ace looks around, for a second, until he enters the ring. Slaughter walks to the closest corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. The crowd proceeds to chant...
CROWD: SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!! SLAUGHTER SUCKS!!
(Ace Slaughter raises his arms, to the crowd, despite hearing the boos coming from the packed arena.)
EDGEBROOK: What is Slaughter doing now? He looks like he�s calling for a microphone!
Slaughter: Joey Brannon!! You insignificant little twerp, I hope you have your medical coverage updated, because tonight you will going to the hospital in this...
(An ambulance rolls out and parks next to the entrance ramp.)
Slaughter: That�s right Brannon; you�re going for a little ride... TO THE HOSPITAL!!
KING: So there you have it! It�s another stroke of Team NWA brilliance. Tonight, we have a Lumberjack Ambulance Match for the Mid-West Championship!
EDGEBROOK: We thought some of our earlier matches were brutal, but this may leave no one standing!
[The unmistakable chords of "United States of Whatever" by
Liam Lynch begin to play and the fans come to their feet.]
LANA: From Columbus, Ohio!
[A blue spotlight focuses on the entryway as the fans' noise builds.]
LANA: Tipping the scales tonight at 184Lbs. the GLWA Mid-West Champion. Joey
Brannon!!!
(As ring announcer Lana Taylor calls his name Joey bursts through the curtains
and out into the arena tonight in Milwaukee. Joey's wearing his full-length blue
tights with the red and white stars up each leg. His normal white and blue
Columbus Blue Jackets hockey jersey has been replaced by the red and black of
the Milwaukee Admirals of the American Hockey League. The jersey gets a cheep
pop for the champion from the Milwaukee fans.)
KING: Does Brannon have to kiss ass like this?
EDGEBROOK: I think it's good. He's reaching out to the people of Milwaukee. He's
certainly more popular than Ace Slaughter.
KING: So they like Brannon more than Slaughter. So what? We're talking about a
city that's produced Kid Ego and the Brewers! It�s not exactly high caliber
talent in this place.
(Brannon slides into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest
turnbuckle where he raises his GLWA Mid-West Championship to the fans. He hops
down and hands the belt and hockey jersey out to a ring attendant.)
EDEGBROOK: The lumberjacks are closing the gaps around the ring and the EMT�s are rolling the stretcher towards the ringside area.
KING: It looks like we are ready to go. Who else would give you a main event quality match like this in the middle of a show?
(DING! DING!)
EDGEBROOK: And Joey seems to want to put his quickness to the advantage tonight. A quick baseball slide by the Champion, as he shoots through the legs of Slaughter. He then goes into a double leg takedown.
KING: Even a gnat can get a few bites in before he gets swatted.
EDGEBROOK: Joey seems to be the aggressor tonight. He�s going right after the knee of Slaughter, repeatedly driving it into the mat.
KING: Definitely a different side of Joey tonight. Maybe someone switched his usual pre-match materials.
EDGEBROOK: We are not here to comment on lifestyle choices, we are here to comment on wrestling. Brannon is now hauling Ace to his feet. The champion tries an Irish whip. That gets reversed by the challenger, sending Joey towards the ropes. Slaughter catches him and goes straight into a huge belly-to-belly suplex.
KING: This is where the power and size advantage of Ace Slaughter will start to come into play.
EDGEBROOK: The challenger laying the boots to Joey. Hard kicks to the ribs, and he finishes that off with a crushing elbow to the sternum. Ace Slaughter seems to want this more than anything. He�s picking up Joey and slings him into the ropes again. Ace looks like he�s going for a backdrop. Leapfrog by Brannon�
(As Joey hits the far ropes, he�s grabbed and pulled down by Jason Stallion, creating a nice face plant and earning Jason a cascade of boos from the crowd in the Bradley Center. Stallion gets a stern look from the official, but nothing more.)
EDGEBROOK: Blatant cheating by Team NWA! The first shots there have been fired in this match.
KING: What did you expect? A tea party in the ring for the championship is not the way the GLWA does things Jimmy.
EDGEBROOK: Slaughter has Joey by the head, hauling him back to the center of the ring. Looks like he�s going for the DDT.
(As Ace leans back, Joey hits him with a sharp right to the gut and slips back out)
KING: Nice escape by Brannon, but that won�t do him much good. We�re not scoring this on points.
EDGEBROOK: Joey going back on the attack, still going after the knees. Repeated elbow drops to that right knee. The Champion is showing a sound strategy. Take away the man�s power base and he won�t be able to use that advantage.
KING: Come on Ace! Don�t let this pipsqueak beat you!
EDGEBROOK: Objective as ever Dick. Brannon is now on the attack with his spinning toehold. He�s still trying to go after the knee of Ace Slaughter. Ace counters with a sharp right to the face. Another right and another finally get Joey to release the hold. The challenger is trying to get to his feet. The champ is trying to shake the cobwebs lose against the ropes. Ace is up and a hard rush. Brannon ducks the clothesline.
(As ace flies past Joey, McCormick and Collins pull down on the top rope and Ace flies out to the floor.)
KING: BNI just low bridged the challenger! How fair is this?
(With Ace on the floor, he�s greeted by a few of the lumberjacks with hard kicks to the back. Dmitre steps in and the others back off)
EDGEBROOK: Why is Wehrman stepping in here? There�s no love loss between him and Ace. Ace cost him part of the NWA Tag Team Championship.
KING: Well, we�ve always known Dmitre for his sense of fairness. Maybe he wants to see a fair fight.
(As Dmitre helps Ace to his feet, he kicks him in the midsection, spins Ace around, and drills his former partner with an inverted DDT)
EDGEBROOK: I think he was more interested in getting a little personal payback that fair play Dick.
KING: Well it�s just like that cheating scumbag Dmitre to do something that underhanded.
(A couple of the other lumberjacks, Nightmare and Ego, finally roll Ace back into the ring)
EDGEBROOK: That was probably just what the champion needed to let him catch his breath. Ace is still down, and Brannon drops the leg across the throat. The champion now going up top�
KING: Get up Ace! Get off the mat!
EDGEBROOK: Brannon is going up� SKY HIGH from Brannon! The flipping senton bomb hit its mark! But Joey has a problem.
KING: Ha. Ha. Ha. It looks like Ace�s lumberjacks are between Joey and the stretcher.
EDGEBROOK: And the Champion just saw that too. Anthony and Cobb are there and so is that animal Cain! Slaughter is stirring, and the Champion is still confused.
KING: Looks like Joey�s �breathing treatments� might have burned out a few too many brain cells.
EDGEBROOK: Slaughter to his knees and Brannon finally turns his attention back to him. Joey off the ropes and he catches Ace with the Bulldog. Brannon bounces right back up. He�s got Ace by the mask and it looks like he�s setting him up for an Acid Drop.
KING: Why aren�t these lumberjacks doing something?
EDGEBROOK: They are Dick. They�re doing their job. The champion is looking to end this� Oh MY GOD!
(As Joey hits the top turnbuckle, ready to turn his Acid Drop, Slaughter shot puts him off and over the ring post. Joey hits hard on the concrete and is quickly surrounded by the lumberjacks and Team NWA)
CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
KING: Not the best phrasing for the day after Easter, but probably the right thing to say. What an escape!
EDGEBROOK: Let�s take another look at that impact. Look at the way Joey�s head bounced off that concrete floor. Why doesn�t Robert Letner have padding out by the guardrail?
(Jake Cage drags the battered Mid-West Champ to his feet, but then shoots him into the ring steps. The GLWA Champion steps up next and delivers a double arm DDT before Joey gets rolled back into the ring.)
EDGEBROOK: Ace now firmly has the upper hand. Joey weights 100 pounds less than him. How can we expect him to take such a beating?
KING: The same way you expected Ace to handle that attack by Wehrman.
EDGEBROOK: Slaughter now just powering Joey up. Vertical suplex lands the champion in the middle of the ring. Now Ace is the one going up top.
KING: This can only mean one thing. It crushes, it decapitates, it incapacitates. It�s the Slaughtermatic!
EDGEBROOK: Ace is on the top. And down he comes! He just drilled Joey with that vicious leg drop.
(Ace gets back up to his feet and looks over towards Ego, Wehrman, and the rest of the �good� lumberjacks and wags a finger back and forth)
EDGEBROOK: This can�t be good. Ace has that crazy look in his eyes. Oh no! He�s going back up!
KING: It must be a buy one get one free special on Slaughtermatics. We should all take advantage of these specials, thanks to Team NWA!
EDGEBROOK: Ace is up again. McCormick and Collins are trying to get into the ring. Anthony and Cobb are there to meet them. Now it�s Kid Ego trying to make the save of Brannon. Nero Cain is there to meet him. Joey still isn�t moving! And down comes Slaughter. TWO Slaughtermatics! Joey is done!
KING. All he needs to do now is get Brannon on the Ambulance and it�ll be over.
EDGEBROOK: The challenger just kicked Joey out of the ring to the floor. Malice now is trying to get in there to make the save. Stallion gets between him and the combatants. Ace is dragging Joey over to the stretcher. Jake is charging after Dmitre. Wehrman ducks the clothesline and catches Jake with a boot to the midsection.
(With the impact of the boot, Jake�s drinking contest catches up with him as he explodes in a fit of vomiting)
KING: Gross! Clean up to the ringside area. Clean up to the ringside area please.
EDGEBROOK: Brannon�s strapped down to that stretcher. Ace is dragging it towards the ambulance. He�s backing away from the ring, looking at all the chaos down there.
(Ace runs into a body behind him as he backs up: Dmitre Wehrman. As he turns around, Dmitre clocks him with a hard left. Ace and Dmitre start trading lefts and rights, pushing the stretcher and the drained Brannon to the side.)
KING: This is just outrageous. I thought we wanted a clean win tonight?
EDGEBROOK: Look in the ring. Ego Trip from Diesel on Cain. Stallion is working over Malice. BNI are still going at it with Anthony and Cobb. Jake is puking his guts out.
(Ace lands a set of quick rights and tries a clothesline, which is ducked by Dmitre. As Ace turns back he�s met with a boot to the midsection and Dmitre hoists up his former partner)
EDGEBROOK: Wehrman is going for the Ark Valley Driver. What the heck?
KING: That EMT must be a Team NWA fan.
EDGEBROOK: One of the EMT�s just ran down the ramp and is assaulting Dmitre Wehrman. Slaughter is back to his feet. Brannon is trying to get out of the bindings. Gut shot from Ace. Another one and he�s dragging that stretcher towards the waiting ambulance. Wehrman and that EMT are duking it out in the middle of the ramp. DDT by the EMT has laid out Dmitre. Slaughter has the doors open. The stretcher is sliding in�
KING: We�ve got ourselves a new champion!
EDGEBROOK: Ace has the doors shut and he just pounded on the doors�
(The siren of the ambulance starts up and it starts to pull away as the bell rings)
(DING! DING! DING!)
LANA: Your winner, and NEW GLWA Mid-West Champion� �Superstar� Ace Slaughter!
(Ace starts walking back towards the ring and he meets the EMT, who takes of his mask reveling himself to be Yoshima Kawazughi)
EDGEBROOK: Team NWA stole this title.
KING: But didn�t they do it with style?
And your winner AND NEW GLWA MIDWEST CHAMPION...
Ace Slaughter
VOTES: Slaughter (3) - Brannon (1)
COMMERCIAL
GLWA Brutality Title Match
Gavin
Williams (C) vs. Jordan Banks
EDGEBROOK: This match is going to be interesting. Both men want a piece of each other...in a rather...respectful way.
{'Lying From You/Dirt Off Your Shoulder' Remix by Linkin Park/Jay-Z blares out of the loud speakers as Jordan Banks appears out of the back}
KING: I hope Banks destroys Williams.
{Slowly Jordan makes his way down the ramp and into the ring}
EDGEBROOK: And here comes the champ.
{'Sky' by RA pumps out of the loud speakers as Gavin Williams steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp, arms in the air and GLWA Brutality Title over his shoulder}
KING: Wait...look behind him, it's Jake Cage and Tommy L....AND JAKE HAS A CHAIR!!!
CLANG!!!
EDGEBROOK: JAKE CAGE JUST LAID OUT THE BRUTALITY CHAMPION WITH A
FULL CAN OF BEER!!!
{Beer is everywhere from Jake slamming the can into the forehead of the
Brutality Champ}
KING: Why is Tommy L here?
{Jake and Tommy are talking}
KING: Look at this!!! Jake just pushed Tommy onto the unconscious
Williams.
EDGEBROOK: Oh no.
{A ref comes out from the back}
1...
KING: Jordan is coming up the ramp, but a semi-sober Cage is
keeping him back with that chair.
2...
EDGEBROOK: I can't believe this.
3!!!
KING: TOMMY IS OUR NEW CHAMP!!!
{Tommy grabs the GLWA Brutality Title as both he and Jake Cage take off into the back}
EDGEBROOK: That could not of just happened.
{Jordan runs up the ramp to check on Gavin}
And your winner AND NEW GLWA
Brutality Champion...
Tommy L.
VOTES: Tommy L. used the 24/7 Rule and since
Gavin nor Jordan RPed, Tommy wins by default.
COMMERCIAL
!! MAIN EVENT !!
EDGEBROOK: And here is our Main Event. The Steel Cage has been raised, the Ladder has been put up and the title has been raised. Let's get this started.
KING: You know...the Brutality Title and the MidWest Title have BOTH changed hands tonight. BUT...the GLWA Heavyweight Title will stay in the Team NWA tonight.
EDGEBROOK: I know two men who think otherwise.
KING: Yeah, yeah.
EDGEBROOK: And here comes one of them now.
(The opening chords to Seven Nation Army
strike and the packed house at the Bradley Center gives a respectable pop)
Edgebrook: Not the usual reaction for this challenger. Usually the crowd is much
more behind him.
Lana: And making his way to the ring, from Wichita, Kansas... Dmitre Wehrman!
KING: And usually he isn't wrestling in his opponent's home town. The only way these cheese eating, beer swilling, Badger banging, surrender Monkeys don't turn this into a soccer riot is with a Kid Ego victory.
Edgebrook: The fans here are nothing like that. I know for a fact they aren't surrender monkeys...
((The lights dim down, a single neon green spot light shines on the entrance curtain, almost bouncing on it�s target))
EDGEBROOK: Here's the hometown guy, Kid Ego, the number one contender. He will go against Dmitre Wehrman, the former champion and.,..
KING: AND Stallion baby!! In the champ, out the champ
((A guitar starts firing up, shooting out a upbeat set of notes as the crowd gets to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the of the popular superstar))
EDGEBROOK: This is going to be a classic
KING: I hate to agree with you but�..
BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM
LANA: Now, coming down the aisle, weighing 218 pounds and coming to us from Milwaukee, Wisconsin�..Kid Ego��DIESEL WARREN!!!
((As the drums kick in on �Anthem� by Good Charlotte, a small pyro display kicks up as Diesel pops out of the curtain running through some smoke))
KING: I HATE that freaking boom
EDGEBROOK: As if I needed another reason to love Kid Ego
##It's a new day
But it all feels old
It's a good life,
That's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same##
((The crowd pops as Warren is now in plain view of the capacity crowd. He is wearing white tights with �KID EGO� down the sides in navy blue font and �GLWA� on the butt in yellow. Diesel makes his way down the ramp slapping hands with fans. ))
##And my high school
It felt more to me
Like a jail cell,
A penitentiary
My time spent there, it only made me see##
EDGEBROOK: This is the first time Diesel has ever been able to challenge for the GLWA title
##That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
I'm never gonna hear the words you say
And I don't ever wanna,
I don't ever wanna be you#
((Kid Ego stops short in front of the ring, adjusting his shinny black boots with �KEDW� down the sides in gold and the white tape on each wrist. He tugs firm on the black forearm band he is wearing and he jumps into the ring))
KING: Now that those two bozo's are out of the way. It's time for our champ.
LANA: And finally, entering the ring,
now residing in Bountiful, Utah. He weighs in at241 pounds, is a member of Team
NWA...and the GLWA Heavyweight champion! He is Jason Stallion!
[The lights dim and a Team NWA-dragon logo fills the screen. Accompanied by his
manager Jade Navlin, who is holding the GLWA title, Jason steps onto the ramp to
the chorus of boos from the crowd.]
KING: Here's our champion, out here tonight for this travesty of a title match.
It's practically two-on-one?
EDGEBROOK: Yeah, because Team NWA is really in a position to complain about
unfair odds
KING: At least President Letner will be out here to call things fairly.
[Remembering who writes the checks, James Edgebrook catches his comment before
saying it, as Jason stands beside the steel cage and looks inside the structure
for a minute, staring at it as the an official opens the door for him.]
EDGEBROOK: All three men are in the
ring now. We just need a ...
#I feel like I
wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody (bitch)
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
{Crowd breaks off into boos as President Letner walks out of the back, dressed
in a referee shirt}
#Anxieties
bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)
{Letner walks down the entrance ramp, smirking at the crowd as they boo him even louder}
#Shackle
and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
{Letner steps into the ring as an outside official opens the door}
{The music stops}
~ DING, DING~
EDGEBROOK: Dmetri charges Jason Stallion and they lock up. Jason gets the early advantage, getting Dmetri in an armbar.
KING: Look at this. Without hesitation, Kid Ego starts up the ladder. He got halfway up, before Jason let go of Dmetri and pulls him down.
EDGEBROOK: Jason grabs Diesel by the arm, Irish Whip into the steel cage wall. Look at the grimace on Warren's face!
KING: Jason turns around, HUGE clothesline by Dmetri. He bounces off the ropes...
BAM!!!
EDGEBROOK: Leg drop across the neck of the Champ. Dmetri is back to his feet...and he sees that Kid Ego is already half-way up the ladder again. Dmetri runs to the ladder and goes up the other side.
KING: Both men at the top of the ladder...now looking each other eye to eye.
EDGEBROOK: Friends or not, one of
these two...if not both...will have to lose tonight.
KING: DMETRI CONNECTS WITH A RIGHT HOOK!!! KID EGO FALLS DOWN TO THE MAT.
Dmetri is at the top of the ladder...he's reaching.
EDGEBROOK: Stallion to his feet...SHOULDER BLOCK INTO THE LADDER!!! The ladder is wobbling...IT FALLS AND SENDS DMETRI CRASHING INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!!!
KING: The champ is slowly to his feet. He grabs the ladder and slowly puts it back up. He looks to make sure Dmetri is down...AND KID EGO ROCKS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK!!!
{Stallion let's go of the ladder and falls to the mat like a load of bricks}
EDGEBROOK: Ego is the smaller man in
this match, being five inches shorter than Stallion...and eight inches shorter
than Wehrman.
KING: Well the small man just picked that ladder up and places it on the
ropes...sort of making adjacent to the corner.
{Both announcers pause as Kid Ego climbs on top of the ladder}
KING: What is he doing?
EDGEBROOK: MOONSAULT OF THE LADDER...NO!!! JASON MOVED AND DIESEL IS HURTING!!!
KING: The champ is up to his feet.
He grabs the ladder and stands it up...DROPKICK BY DMETRI WEHRMAN. THE
LAST MAN STANDING CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND DROPKICKED THAT LADDER INTO THE FACE
OF STALLION!!!
{King shakes his head}
KING: Poor Jade will never be able to touch that man-pretty face again.
EDGEBROOK: Man-pretty?
KING: Yeah, shut your trap, James.
EDGEBROOK: Anyway. Dmetri is quickly back to his feet...as is Kid Ego.
Dmetri grabs his fellow 'Fusion' member...AND SLAMS HIS FACE INTO THE CAGE!!!
KING: I knew Dmetri had an evil streak in him. Kid Ego is busted open, leaning over the ropes. Meanwhile, Dmetri is setting up the ladder.
EDGEBROOK: Well it's set up and Dmetri is climbing the ladder.
KING: Wait...what is Ego doing? He's climbing up the cage wall.
EDGEBROOK: Dmetri reaches the top of the ladder....
KING: Warren reaches the top of the cage....
EDGEBROOK: ...he's reaching...reeeeeeaaaaching....
KING: KID EGO JUMPS!!!
{Fans pop}
EDGEBROOK: EGO JUST JUMPED AND SPEARED DMETRI OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER. BOTH MEN HIT THE GROUND HARD...
KING: AND THE LADDER FALLS OVER ON BOTH OF THEM!!!
{Both Kid Ego and Dmetri lay under the ladder, injured. Kid Ego is gushing blood from a gash in his head as Dmetri is clearly out cold}
EDGEBROOK: Stallion is slowly up to his feet. He smirks...runs...AND JUMPS FEET FIRST ONTO THE LADDER!!!
KING: That must hurt. Listen to the screams of Kid Ego.
EDGEBROOK: Sick bastard. Stallion and Letner are both laughing.
KING: Jason grabs the ladder and pulls
it off the two hurt men. It seems he is getting greedy...he just pulled
both men to their feet.
EDGEBROOK: Jason whips Ego into the corner...Ego hitting hard and slumping down.
KING: Now that Ego is taken care of...Jason turns around towards Dmetri. BUT DMETRI IS READY TO GO!!!
(With Ego slumped in the corner, Wehrman goes to work on Stallion, sending him into the ropes and catches him with a powerslam)
EDGEBROOK: Good Grief what impact! They must have put a hole in the ring with that
KING: It�ll take more than a powerslam to keep down the rightful champion
(Undaunted, Wehrman pulls Stallion to his feet, sending him into the ropes where Jason ducks Dmitre�s original clothesline, but on the sling back, both men connect with clothesline, knocking each other to the mat)
EDGEBROOK: Both men are down and�..wait�.look at the top rope! Ego is up!
KING: *Sigh* Wonderful
EDGEBROOK: I wonder what�.oh no�.he can�t be�..
KING: Oh boy
EDGEBROOK: DIESEL WARREN IS PERCHED ON TOP OF THE STEEL CAGE...AGAIN!!!
KING: He isn�t going to jump��.is he?
(As the crowd quickly jumps to their feet, Diesel looks around, raises his arms and leaps, going for a splash�.)
KING: HAHAHAHAHA
EDGEBROOK: Get the paramedics!! He might be dead!
(At the last possible moment, both Dmitre and Stallion roll out of the, leaving Diesel with nothing but canvas to break his fall)
KING: Kid Ego looks like a slaughtered pig. He is getting blood everywhere. He should be kicked out of this match, cause that is nasty.
EDGEBROOK: Whatever. Dmetri and Jason are to their feet...kick to the cut...DMETRI GRABS JASON AND POWERBOMBS HIM ONTO THE MAT!!!
{The ring shakes, making the ladder wobble. It slowly rocks back and forth}
KING: Dmetri pulls the injured Stallion to his feet, IRISH WHIP INTO THE LADDER!!! That must have busted some teeth out. He went face first into the ladder}
(Wehrman quickly throws Jason into the corner, connecting with two stiff right hands, and a shoulder block into the midsection. Dmitre then takes a few steps back, before charging Stallion in an attempted avalanche attempt. At the last second, Stallion ducks out, leaving the last man standing a turnbuckle sandwich)
KING: Attaway Jason!!
EDGEBROOK: I think the ring moved on that impact!!
(As Dmitre staggers backwards, Jason takes full advantage, connecting with an inverted DDT, dropping Wehrman to the mat. Stallion quickly pops up, quite pleased with himself. Unbeknownst to him, the bloodied Diesel Warren stands behind him)
KING: Turn around!!! For the love of God Jason behind you
(After a moment, Jason slowly turns around, only to be met with a kick to the gut from Diesel and then�.)
EDGEBROOK: EGO BOOST!! EGO BOOST!!
KING: Oh GOD DAMNIT!!
EDGEBROOK: But Diesel is getting up slow as well, all three men are down
(Warren slowly gets to his knee, crawling towards the ladder. He makes it, slowly climbing up, rung after rung. Meanwhile, Dmitre is up, begins to climb the other side of the ladder as the crowd is on their feet)
EDGEBROOK: Who can climb the ladder the fastest King? A matter of wills right now, Diesel and Dmitre
KING: I hope the damn thing falls and breaks both of them in half
(Both men are at the top of the ladder, putting everything that they have into the haymakers. After a few rounds, Kid Ego gains the advantage, reels back and clobbers Dmitre with a right hand, forcing Wehrman to lose his balance and titter a bit�.)
EDGEBROOK: OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!
KING: GOOD GOD!!
EDGEBROOK: Dmitre Wehrman just went crashing from the top of the ladder all the way to the canvas!! AND DIESEL WARREN is just INCHES from the GLWA title
KING: NOOO!!!
((On the tip top of the ladder, Warren is trying to reach the belt, but it just escapes his grasp. He peers down and sees Jason Stallion getting to his feet. Kid Ego takes a deep breath and leaps�..))
EDGEBROOK: HOLY [BLEEP] Diesel is hanging onto the belt with all his might, dangling fifteen feet in the air
KING: Get him Jason!! You can do it!!
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
**DING DING DING**
And your winner...
'Kid Ego' Diesel Warren
VOTES: Kid Ego (2) - Stallion (1)
- Wehrman (0)
EDGEBROOK: HE DID IT!!! IN FRONT OF HIS HOME TOWN FANS!!
{Jason Stallion stares at Kid Ego, jaw to the floor}
KING: I�m gonna be sick
EDGEBROOK: KID EGO IS YOUR NEW GLWA
CHAMP!!!
{Letner, unwillingly, hands the GLWA Heavyweight Title to Da Kid}
(A broken, bloodied Diesel Warren slowly climbs to the turnbuckle, thursting the title in the air as the crowd goes BONKERS)
EDGEBROOK: WHAT A MOMENT!!!!
{'Anthem' blares out of the speakers as Kid Ego keeps the title raised}
KING: Well I guess that's all the time we have tonight.
EDGEBROOK: What a way to end the show. The hometown hero taking the top title. Wisconsin may not be in the Final Four...but their hometown-son is Number One in the GLWA.
KING: See you next week at the next GLWA Primetime.
{Scene fades out, showing Kid Ego holding the title
against his chest}
{Fade out to GLWA Logo}
Writing Credits...
Jones/Sensational Steve vs. Nero Cain - DJ
Lowry vs. Bruce - Salem
Cage vs. Malice
- Cage
Roadkill vs. Nightmare - Derek
Anthony/C. Jones vs. B.N.I.
- Derek
Brannon vs. Slaughter - Kyle
Williams vs. Banks
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Main Event: Stallion vs. Wehrman vs. Ego - Robert