Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance presents...

GLWA Primetime
 
Live from the UNI-Dome in Cedar Falls, Iowa
April 11th, 2005
 

FIRST HOUR!!!


{The scene opens up in GLWA's owner Robert Letner's office. He is listening to someone on his phone while rolling his eye's impatiently while checking his watch - The start of the show was just around the corner.  He looks oddly at a 'Beer Drinking Jake Cage' doll that sits on his desk}

Letner: Listen Cage, I have to get going, the show is about to start.  This issue is non-debatable.  You cannot start drinking until the show is over.  End of story.

{Letner shakes his head in disbelief as he hangs up the phone and starts to leave his office.  But for some reason, the door won't open}

Letner: What the hell?

{He tries putting a shoulder into it, but the door doesn't budge.  He checks his watch again, ten seconds before air time.  He starts pounding and yelling hoping someone will hear him before the start of the show}

{The camera pans to the outside of Letner's office where a forklift is parked against the door.  An empty bottle of Jack Daniel's rests next to the driver's seat}

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

KING: WELCOME TO PRIMETIME!!!

{Pyros go off}

{Fans go wild}

{'Let's Go' by Trick Daddy plays over the speakers}

{Camera's pan around showing off handmade signs}

 
~ Da Kid Is Da Champ ~

~ I want a Jake Doll ~

~ Nightmare - R.I.P. ~
 
~ I want a Legend, not a Monster ~
 
~ I see NWA Jobbers ~
 

{Cut to the announcers}

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

KING: And my name is Richard King.

King: Someone was dumb enough to park a forklift in front of Letner's
office!

Edgebrook: The owner was scheduled to start the show, but I guess we'll go on without him - somebody has given us no choice!

{Suddenly the lights fade to black, and blue strobe lights bathe the arena. Then the melodic riffs of "Orion" by Metallica thunder through the sound system and the crowd reacts in anticipation, some cheering madly, some booing fiercely as the strobes dance around chaotically to the rhythmic sounds of Orion}

{Out onto the entryway steps Malice}

{The music seems to have been turned up several decibels upon his appearance and the crowd responds in kind}

{Malice's hair is stuffed under a cap that reads "BJWC 4-EVER", he is sporting a T-shirt that reads, "The Union", with the likes of himself, Dan Dehart, Tyler Lee, and Merlin Reynolds striking an ominous pose.  Around his shoulders rest two championship belts.  Upon closer examination it is apparent that they are the BJWC tag team championship belts}

{After pausing for effect, he makes his way to the ring with a microphone in one hand and a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels in the other}

King: What the hell is Malice doing?  He really needs to get over this BJWC kick, doesn't he realize that is history?

Edgebrook: Well if you didn't figure it out already, I would guess Malice has something to do with Letner being locked in his office.

King: Bad move, has been!  Bad move!

{Malice climbs into the ring as the lights slowly come back on and the music fades into silence as the crowd waits in anticipation for what he has to say}

Malice: For the record, I just want to say, that Letner is doing a hell of a job around here.

(The crowd response is mostly positive)

Malice: He has created a new era for wrestling and the NWA.

(More crowd support)

Malice: With any new era, you must always look back and remember what has come before. What is the reason you are here. Who, what, and how was the foundation laid? And the foundation known as the GLWA was laid on the blood, sweat, and tears of BJWC legends.

(Mixed reaction.)

Malice takes a moment to open his fresh bottle of whiskey and take a small drink.

(The reaction from the crowd starts to become unfavorable.)

Malice: (Sneering) GLWA this, GLWA that.  I'm sick of Letner crediting the GLWA with everything that was ever accomplished with BJWC blood.  We started this thing way back in 98, way before Robert Letner made his way up north. A lot of dedicated guy's broke there neck's and back's for something they believed in ... and now it's all being twisted and molded into something it simply isn't .....And now we have GLWA presenting WrestleBowl.

{He pauses gazing around the arena with a look of pure disgust on his face}

Malice: WrestleBowl is the heart of everything the BJWC stood for.  Legends, Legacies, Foundations, traditions, and attitudes of eight years of wrestling scripture ignored and stolen from by a turncoat NWA crony with a deep pocket-book.  Well I stand before you to tell you that I am putting my foot down right now.  The BJWC legacy will longer be forgotten and ignored.  As of right now, you can consider .........the BJWC resurrected.

[The crowd burst into a frenzy as Malice said the words they had longed to hear for so many years. Malice laid the championship belts out in the ring as the crowd roared, and he pumped his fist as he continued speaking.]

Malice: This is it right here, right now, the rebirth of something bigger than the GLWA, Robert Letner, and Team NWA .... Something that has -

{And just then 'Back to School' by the Deftones began to pour over the airwaves sending the crowd into a frenzy. The curtains in the entrance way rustled and suddenly Cobb Jones backpedaled into view, his hands buried in the chest of a charging Darren Anthony}

Edgebrook: Wha....What's going on? Here comes another one of the BJWC alumni! Could this be a reunion?

King: Darren doesn't look like he's happy to see Malice out here, just as I'm sure Robert Letner isn't!

Edgebrook: Well, he really doesn't have a choice right now!

{Jones finally gives in stepping aside, but yelling while he followed Darren who stalked to the ring. Darren equipped himself with a mic before rolling into the ring, Jones in toe jabbing at him the entire way}

Darren: [Low] What the hell do you think you're doing? Why are you digging up the past? Why are you dragging out all of the demons? Why here, why now?

[The crowd popped as Malice stepped forward.]

Malice: .....because I can't take it anymore, Darren. Letner is ripping the heart out of this place, and eight years ago a group of guys swore they'd never let that happen. You know what I'm talking about Dee, you were there.

[Darren snapped back.]

Darren: Yeah, I was there, I remember - I think about it every f(censor)king day! I've stood across the ring from you, and on the same side. I held the same titles you did, and I miss it just as much as you do.

[Malice jumped.]

Malice: So join me, Darren! [Huge pop] ....if you understand where I'm coming from, if you really feel me.

Darren: Join you? Don't you get it? The BJWC is dead and gone, even as much as I don't want to say it. This isn't like nursing a sick patient back to heath, Malice. The truth of the matter is that you can't revive a corpse.

[Darren turns to leave and Cobb looks thrilled, but Malice begins to plead.]

Malice: What about everything we put into this? What about Billy Jay? What about Nick, Brandon, and Dante?! What about your promise?

[Malice reaches out spinning Darren around by his shoulder to a huge crowd pop, also getting the attention of Jones.]

Malice: Don't let the BJWC fade away forever, Darren. What about you, Jones, don't you have any sense of tradition?

[Jones leaned into the mic, his voice monotone.]

Jones: I'm telling you just like I told him [pointing at Dee] This isn't my fight.

[Malice huffs, scooping the tag team titles from the mat, shoving them into the chest of Darren.]

Malice: This is it, Dee. This is all that's left of the BJWC, take it! The BJWC Tag Team Championships, you and Jones can help me turn these into something more ... something that everyone here tonight wants!

[The fans roar as Darren clutches the gold against his chest, slowly gazing down at the bright gold plate wearing the long forgotten seal of the BJWC. Darren smiled, looking up at Malice, and then back at Jones - he was speechless.]

Malice: Think about it Darren ..... just think.

Edgebrook: OH MY GOD! This could be the biggest thing to happen in a GLWA ring ever - the recreation of the BJWC!

King: Don't do it Anthony, don't sign your own death certificate ..... wait .... LETNER IS BREAKING OUT! I'm getting the reports right now!

[Suddenly, the GLWA tron flashed backstage as Team NWA move the forklift form in front of the door, and enraged Robert Letner rampages out of the office waving his troops to follow him.]

King: YES! They're coming this way to put an end to all of this nonsense!

[Darren lifted his mic, almost ready to answer.]

Edgebrook: TEAM NWA! TEAM NWA! They're hitting the ring like a ton of bricks!

King: What? Letner is holding them back ... NO! Let 'em tear those guys limb from limb!

[Letner struggled to hold Team NWA back as Cage and Stallion shoot grim looks toward Malice, who proudly held his ground. Jones and Anthony were caught in the middle of it all. Letner called for a mic and received it, sweat pouring from his brow, his expression that of displeasure.]

Letner: God dammit Malice .... I thought I ended this when I bought that damn company, I thought I buried everything, but then here you come ...... digging .... and digging. So I'm going to let you dig ..... and I'm going to let Darren make a choice.

[Letner turned to Darren, who's eye's sifted back and forth between Letner and the title.]

Letner: We've fought each other Darren, and we've fought side by side .... so lets do it again. JOIN ME! [Fans boo] Forget this old, beat up, rusted out drunk .... forget the BJWC, and join Team NWA. You want title shots? I can give that to you Dee .... all you've got to do is make the right choice....

[Darren toiled, torn between his legacy and a new beginning, and Team NWA waiting in the wings for his answer. Cobb Jones leaned to Anthony obviously nervous, whispering into his ear. And as Darren raised the mic again something began to happen in the crowd.....]

Edgebrook: There seems to be some kind of commotion in the crowd and -- someone's jumped the guardrail and is sliding into the ring!

King: It better not be some idiotic fan, or Letner's going to let Team NWA have a field day on him!

[The man already easily hopped the barrier and slid into the ring, avoiding all notice until he was already on his feet and between the two groups on either side of the ring. The man slowly surveys the men to his left, then to his right.  He reaches up with his right hand, brushing his shaggy black hair away from the lenses of his mirrored sunglasses. Adorned in a pair of black cargo pants and a short-sleeved blue silk shirt, his physique looks very familiar to many fans throughout the arena -- especially BJWC and OWC fans.  The ever-present smirk is etched on his face.]

[The crowd POPS!!]

Edgebrook:  OH MY GOD!  It really is him!  THE BJWC LEGEND TYLER LEE HAS RETURNED!!

[Tyler Lee -- "The Icon" -- seems to approve of the shocked faces he spies from Team NWA's directions, especially the priceless expression of one Robert Letner.  Slowly, Lee strides over to Darren Anthony, letting his smirk change into a smile.  Anthony, Malice, and Jones, however, looks almost as surprised as the men on the opposite side of the ring.]

[Lee very cautiously takes the mic from Anthony, showing respect and no sign of hostility. He raises the mic to his lips.]

Lee: [Smiling] Man, it feels GREAT to be back in a ring!

[The crowd ERUPTS!!]

[At the reaction, Tyler turns away from the men in the ring and looks out at the crowd, soaking up the cheers. As he does so, an "I-CON! I-CON! I-CON!" chant breaks out, only making his smile grow. When they quite down enough, he begins again.]

Lee: Now, it's been a while, but I hope I can show everyone that I haven't missed a beat.

[He turns in Anthony's direction.]

Lee: And, Malice -- no disrespect to you or anything -- but I thought I'd go ahead and throw my two cents in about the BJWC.  After all, other than Dan Dehart and Billy-by-God-Jay himself, I don't think there's anyone else around who can qualify themselves as more of an expert than me!

[Another crowd POP!]

Lee: I was one of the originals! I've been around since the very first days of the BJWC! I've seen people come and go! I know about the enigma that was Outlander! [POP!] I knew and hated the Four Corners of Greatness -- the ORIGINAL one -- as much as anyone else, especially that bastard Ness Manson!

[Another pop at the mention of Lee's first BJWC nemesis!]

Lee: Steve Daye, "The Extreme Machine" Cyrus, Steven Drysdale, Brian Hart, all of them. I was in The Union, The Coalition, and -- yes -- The LAW!

[Another POP from old school BJWC fans!]

Lee: I was the first man Dan Dehart brought into the BJWC. And I sure as hell won just about every single belt that that place EVER had to offer!

[The crowd POPS!]

Lee: Now, you want to talk about the legacy that place has? Well, aside from all of the names I just threw out there -- which I think is enough -- how about a man who guys by the name of... Kurt Swagger? [POP!] Ken Jansen?! [POP!!] And, oh yeah, Trent Shanahan?! [POP!!] They all started their NWA careers in the BJWC.

[By now, Darren Anthony has let a small smile creep onto his face, letting all of the good old memories wash over him.  Malice stands behind him, nodding his head in approval. Lee walks over to Anthony, reaching up with his free hand and removing his sunglasses.  He gazes, unblinking, into Anthony's eyes.]

Lee: Now, you and me, we've been through a lot.  We have some history, and it hasn't always been from the same side of the ring.

[He pauses, Darren looking back at him, nodding. Anthony's expression shows that he's open to what Lee's saying, but his guard is still up, just in case.]

Lee: But I know that you share the same love that I do. I know that you know what I do.  In its prime, the BJWC was one of the best companies in this industry EVER!

[Another BIG POP!]

[Darren Anthony cracks a grin and nods.]

Lee: The place has a legacy that should be CELEBRATED, not just swept under the rug to make way for a new era. We worked too hard and shed too much blood to let that happen! And, personally, Darren, I'm with Malice.  I think it's about time... to bring it BACK!

[A HUGE ERUPTION OF CHEERS!]

[The crowd starts a "BJWC! BJWC! BJWC!" chant!]

[Tyler Lee smiles at Anthony, then raises his arms up while looking at the crowd, as if to say "just listen to them".]

Lee: Now, all I want to know, Darren... is do you want to let this place just forget everything that made this industry so great?  Or do you want to MAKE them remember?

[With that, Lee reaches out with his free hand, waiting for Anthony to take it and accept his offer. The crowd cheers in anticipation.]

Edgebrook: The former BJWC and NWA champion Tyler Lee is offering Darren Anthony and Cobb Jones an alliance!

King: Are you kidding me? Anthony's gonna choose this has-been and a drunk over the GLWA President and Team NWA? Wake up!

[The crowd goes almost completely silent in anticipation. Anthony looks into Lee's eyes, then to his partner, as if looking for a sign of some kind; he finds nothing. Slowly, he turns his attention back to Tyler Lee.]

[And smiles.]

[He reaches out, firmly grasping Lee's hand and shaking it.]

[THE CROWD ERUPTS!!]

King: NOOO!!

Edgebrook: And the GLWA president is BESIDE himself!

Letner: How DARE you! You think you can just waltz back in here and do this, Lee, and expect no consequences?! You're going to regret this -- I SWEAR IT!

[BOOOOOOOOOOO!!]

Letner: The BJWC is dead and gone, and you're about to learn that the hard way! I'm going to bury all four of you with the legacy that you cherish so much -- GET THEM!

[Letner drops the mic and Jason Stallion, Jake Cage, Ace Slaughter, and Yoshi Kawazughi all jump on the offensive, attacking the four men standing across from them. The crowd rains down on them with a LOUD barrage of boos!]

Edgebrook: Team NWA is trying to crush the recreation of the BJWC before it even begins!

King: YES! YES! Make them pay!

[Just when it looks like Team NWA is about to get the upper hand, the BJWC alumni start to rally. Anthony blocks a right hand from Cage, firing back with one of his own. He blocks another, connecting with one of his own! Cage is staggering, and Anthony hits him with a HUGE lariat, knocking him up and over the top rope to the floor!]

Edgebrook: Anthony fought off one of the members of Team NWA! The odds are even now -- four-on-four!

King: Letner's guys won't let me down!

[Letner runs at Lee, attempting a Haymaker -- Lee grabs his arm and swings around him -- HEATWAVE DDT! Letner hits the mat HARD and then rolls out of the ring! Anthony pulls Stallion away from a double team on Cobb Jones, then throws him headfirst out of the ring! Yoshi Kawazughi decides to go all out, and sprints toward Jones! He leaps into a crossbody -- but Jones drops down and pulls down the top rope! Yoshi goes FLYING over and to the floor!]

Edgebrook: Slaughter's the only one left!

King: He can take 'em! Right? ...Right?!

[Malice, Anthony, Jones, and Lee all circle and surround Slaughter.  Ace charges Malice, only to get caught with a big right hand! He stumbles into a right from Jones! Then from Anthony! And finally one from Lee! He stumbles back towards Malice, who hits him with a HIGH backbody drop over the top rope!]

Edgebrook: I can't believe it, I simply can't believe it! The Icon has returned on Primetime, and alongside Malice, Darren Anthony, and Cobb Jones they just wiped out Team NWA! They have cleared the entire ring!

King: NO!

[Letner and Company regrouped at the top of the entrance way licking there wounds. Letner grabbed a mic from a tech obviously furious.]

Letner: You've crossed the line! You've crossed the goddamned line this time, all of you! That is my ring, this is my show, and those are my titles! You think this is over!

[In the ring the four men stood side by side, chest pumping, broad smiles stretched across their faces. Malice clutched a mic stepping forward first.]

Malice: Over? Don't you get it, Letner? We didn't come out here for one last hoorah, boys. We're not preparing for our last stand, either. We're back, The BJWC is back, and there's nothing you can do about it!

[The crowd POPS as Malice turns and tosses the mic to Tyler Lee, who deftly catches it. He raises it once again to his lips.]

Lee: We won't forget our history -- where we come from! The legacy of the BJWC will never die, not on MY watch! [POP!] A new legacy is coming for the BJWC, though, and it's coming from the men standing in this ring.  And it starts... RIGHT NOW!

[The fans roar as The Icon passes the mic over to Darren Anthony and Cobb Jones, who now have the BJWC Tag Team titles draped over there shoulders.]

Darren:.... and you say these titles are yours, Rob? Well, possession is nine tenths of the law ... so if you want 'em, come and get 'em.

[Darren and Cobb hoist there new titles high into the air and Malice grips the mic one final time.]

Malice: So I guess you were right, Rob. This isn't over ...... because it's only just begun.

[The music kicks and the fans roar. The four men each get a turnbuckle and pose for the crowd as Robert Letner and team NWA storm into the backstage area.]
 

COMMERCIAL

Debut
Crow vs. Python

Ring Announcer: And now, standing six foot tall, weighing in at 214 pounds, from the murder capital of the United States, Newark New Jersey,  Python.

["Believe" by Yellowcard resonates from the sound system and out comes Python.  The crowd cheers their approval.]

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, standing 6'4", weighing in at 372 lbs, fighting out of the home of Ricky Williams, Miami Florida, CROW.

["My Last Breath" by Evanescence sears through the PA as Crow makes his way to the ring.  Crow also gets a good response.

Edgebrook: There is a heck of a weight advantage for Python to overcome in this one.

King: You said it James, if Python doesn't stick and move, I just think Crow is going to maul him.

[DING! DING! DING!]

King: I think he heard us.

Edgebrook: Python starts off the match by running across the ring and dropkicking Crow in the knee. 

King: The big man toppled faster then that stupid game of jenga did for Python.

Edgebrook: The youngster not wasting anytime as he fires himself off the ropes and delivers another dropkick right into the face of the giant man.

King: Python heading to the top rope, I guess he is known for the risky style of high flying baloney.

Edgebrook: He is just waiting for Crow to get to his feet.  He leaps..........

King: Crow catches him in midair by the throat.  This could be over really quick now.

Edgebrook: Crow just holds him in midair by the throat!  The ref is counting for a break.


1.......

2.......


3......

4........

Edgebrook:Double Handed Chokeslam by the large competitor.

King: I can hear Queen Latifa singing.

Edgebrook: Crow crosses Pythons arms across his chest funeral home style and goes for the pin.

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




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






3...................


Edgebrook: NO, Python's foot is on the rope.

King: Crow doesn't like that too much.

Edgebrook: Crow picks up Python and performs a nasty pump handle slam.

King: Python looks to be broken in two.  The human body is a little harder to put back together then a jenga game.

Edgebrook: Get off the jenga thing will you.

Pin


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





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






3....


Edgebrook: Last second kickout by Python.

King: Crow is furious, I would hate to be in that ring right now.

Edgebrook: Crow picks up the lifeless form of Python and sends him to the ropes and delivers a clothesline. 

King: Nope, Python managed to duck it.

Edgebrook: Before Crow has a chance to react to missing his target, Python stops and delivers a nasty spinning wheel kick to the back of his head.

King: The boy calls that move, "For the Good Times".  I personally think the name is stupid.

Edgebrook: Weather it is stupid or not, it definitely was effective.  And a baseball slide successfully sends Crows crashing to the outside of the ring.

King: The kid is getting his shots in.

Edgebrook: Crow shakes off the damage and is once again angry.  Python leaps onto a top-rope springboarding plauncha to the outside, but he catches his opponent's head on the way down and drives it into the floor with a Tornado DDT.

King: Wow, that will slow the big man down.  Even if it was illegal.  He calls that move the "Air Rade"

Edgebrook: Both men barely beat the 10 count to make it back into the ring.

King: Crow appears to be out on his feet, I don't know how he is standing.

Edgebrook: Crow grabs Python and sends him to the ropes.  Crow ducks another clothesline and applies The Constrictor, a modified sleeper chokehold.

King: Crow was groggy as it was.  He doesn't even put up a fight crashing to the mat with the hold locked in tight.

Edgebrook: The ref realizes the gravity of the situation and calls for the bell. 

King: Your winner by submission knock out, Python.
 


 
And your winner...
Python
VOTES: Crow did not RP, Python wins by default.

KING: Impressive debut by Python.

EDGEBROOK: Yeah.

KING: Crow went down quick.

Edgebrook: Okay.  I'm being told we have Eric Bruce in the back.

King: Good god, what now?

**We switch and see Eric Bruce sitting in the locker room, it is eerily quiet for being so early in the show. **

Eric: Tonight, I go into, perhaps the biggest match of my career. I go into this match as an underdog, but I will walk out of Primetime
tonight, as a contender. I will walk out of Primetime tonight as a superstar. My star has risen thus far, beating Malice is what's going
to push it to the top. You see Malice, your career is nearly over, whereas mine... Mine has just begun.

**The scene switches back to ringside. **

Edgebrook: Wow, intense words from Eric Bruce there.

King: Yeah, Yeah, whatever...
 


Regular Match
Cobb Jones vs. Alex Lowy


     The reporter makes quick work of the lazy Lowy.  After a few punches and kicks to the ribs, Cobb hits the Stream of Consciousness on Alex and rolls him up for the win
And your winner...
Cobb Jones
VOTES: Alex Lowry did not RP, Cobb Jones wins by default.

{We cut to the back where we see Dmetri Wehrman and Gavin Williams walking down the hall}

WEHRMAN: You ready for your match?

WILLIAMS: As ready as I'll ever be.

VOICE: Not as ready as us!

{Gavin and Dmetri turn around to see Ace and Jake with chairs.  Before Gavin or Dmetri can react, both of them receive a chair shot...forcing them to the ground}

{After a couple more shots, Ace and Jake smile}

SLAUGHTER: Now let's see them handle this!

{Ace and Jake walk away, leaving Dmetri and Gavin in the middle of the pavement}

Casket Match
 Darren Anthony vs. Nightmare

 

[Cut to the ring.]

Edgebrook: Next up we've got a match order by Robert Letner himself - Nightmare is being forced to go one on one with Darren Anthony in a Casket Match, seemingly a prelude to WrestleBowl, where Nightmare will face off against Letner in this exact match!

King: Well, Nightmare needs to be taught a lesson .... I'm not sure if Darren was the right man for the job though, what about a member of Team NWA?

[The arena grows quiet as thick smoke starts to gradually fill the stage and ramp areas.]

[After a few moments the house lights are brought down and all eyes are locked on the entrance curtain.]

[As the smoke slowly rolls down the ramp towards ringside the heavy guitar chords strike up over the arena sound system. Immediately the fans rise to their feet, knowing full and well the identity of the next performer.]

# 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 and he�d better be, because Darren Anthony is a dangerous man if taken lightly!

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

(Nightmare begins to walk to the ring he has a glare in his eye.)

# 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 #

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

(Nightmare 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 onto a turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air, basking in the cheers of the fans.)

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

[Nightmare begins to jump around the ring to loosen himself up.]

[Silence.]

<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!


[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. He's gripping one half of the BJWC Tag Team titles on his right hand, having received them during a a BJWC reunion earlier in the night. 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...

[Darren mounts a turnbuckle throwing his title in the air mouthing the words 'We're back'. The fans roared as Darren jumped down tossing his title to graves, and pushing himself against the ropes to limber up.]

[Both men stare across the ring at each other as they listen to the instructions for the match. There attention is called to the side of the ring where the Casket is set up. Get your opponent in and close the lid, easy enough.]

**DING! DING! DING!**

[The crowd roars big time at the sound of the bell.]

Edgebrook: The crowd definitely up for this one, and given the status of the two men involved, this is definitely going to be a match to remember.

[Anthony and Nightmare circle slowly, neither man wanting to give his opponent any sort of opening. They continue to circle for a few moments, before quickly sliding into an aggressive lockup.]

Edgebrook: And here we go. Both men about equal in size and weight, so it's going to be interesting to see what the deciding factor in this one turns out to be.

[Anthony manages to work Nightmare back a few steps, before being quickly spun around by Nightmare and backed into the turnbuckles. The referee moves in, calling for the break... and Nightmare holds onto Anthony for a few seconds before slowly backing away, palms in the air.]

Edgebrook: Nice clean break by Nightmare to start this one, and this crowd clearly appreciates the sportsmanship.

[The crowd claps as Anthony comes out of the corner, rolling his neck as he and Nightmare circle again. This time it's Nightmare who manages to work Anthony back on his heels, but Darren is quickly able to counter, shifting his momentum and spinning Nightmare into the corner.]

Edgebrook: And now we'll see if Anthony returns the clean break.

King: Slug him. Slug himmm.

[Anthony backs off, palms in the air.]

Edgebrook: And Darren with...

*SMMMMMMACK!!*

["OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!"]

King: Sweet JESUS!!

Edgebrook: Anthony just LIGHTING Nightmare up with a knife-edge chop, and Nightmare just CRUMPLES back against the turnbuckles from the impact! Man, I think Curt Olsen may have some serious competition right now.

[Anthony brings the dazed Nightmare out of the corner, clamping down with a tight side headlock. Nightmare doesn't stay on the defensive long though, elbowing his way out of the headlock and shooting Anthony quickly to the ropes. Darren with a shoulderblock, putting Nightmare on his back before quickly hitting the ropes again.]

Edgebrook: Nice shoulderblock by Anthony, and now Nightmare rolls onto his front as Darren comes back... [Crowd cheers] ...and Darren stops dead, dropping down and going RIGHT back into the side headlock again!

King: [Grumbling] Fricking headlocks.

Edgebrook: Anthony out-maneuvering Nightmare right there, and he brings Nightmare back to his feet, still in the headlock.

[Once again, Nightmare manages to nail a series of elbows, shoving Anthony off and to the ropes... only this time Darren is able to keep the headlock applied, riding Nightmare face-down to the canvas again.]

Edgebrook: Anthony in complete control of the pace of this match in the early going, and we're talking about a man who has been in this business for the best part of fifteen years, folks. He definitely knows all the tricks in the book.

King: Yeah, tricks for putting the crowd to SLEEP.

Edgebrook: [Sighs]

[The crowd cheers their approval of Anthony start as Nightmare once again fights his way up in the headlock. This time he hooks Darren around the waist, picking him up off the canvas... but Darren cranks SHARPLY on the hold, prompting Nightmare to lose his grip and drop Anthony back down.]

King: Does he ACTUALLY think he's going to beat Nightmare with a side headlock?

Edgebrook: Obviously not. But with this move, Darren is doing a good job of wearing down the neck of Nightmare for his variety of neck-based finishers. Plus, I think it's safe to say that he's trying to send a message to Nightmare with this slow-paced, dominant start.

[Anthony still in the headlock, but again Nightmare is able to pick him off the canvas. However, Darren is able to crank on the hold again, breaking Nightmare's grip. Nightmare clearly getting a little frustrated with Anthony's determination to keep the headlock applied, and gives the pickup one last try...]

Edgebrook: ...and this time Anthony is able to ROLL backwards off the shoulders of Nightmare, landing on his feet... [Crowd cheers] ...and slapping the headlock STRAIGHT back on! Darren Anthony just with a CLINIC right here, and...

*BOOM!!*

[Crowd cheers.]

Edgebrook: ...and Nightmare SNAPS Anthony over with a HARD belly to back suplex!! I think Nightmare just had enough of Darren Anthony's solid start, and he damn sure hit all of that one right there.

[Nightmare gets back to his feet, immediately laying the boots to the prone Anthony. The crowd seems split on who to get behind, so half are cheering and half are booing as 'Mare continues to unload on the Dreamer. Nightmare finally breaks off his attack, dragging Darren back to his feet... and sending him reeling backwards into the turnbuckles with a stiff European Uppercut!]

Edgebrook: Nightmare turning things around right here after his somewhat ineffective start, and he follows Anthony into the corner... [Mixed reaction] ...and unloads another HARD European Uppercut to the jaw of his opponent!

King: See, I'm torn in this one. One on hand, Darren Anthony IS pretty damn cool, but on the other, he's also irritatingly smug � and there BOTH enemies of Letner!!

[Nightmare grabs Anthony by the arm, rocketing him into the opposite corner... and DRILLING him with a running lariat to follow! Nightmare backs up, allowing Anthony to stumble out of the corner... before hooking him up for an EXPLODER SUPLEX!!]

Edgebrook: Nightmare trying to hook up the suplex... [Crowd reacts] ...but Anthony able to elbow his way out, breaking his grip! Anthony wanting NO part of that move, and he hits the ropes, looking for a running lariat...

*BOOM!!!*

[Crowd POPS.]

Edgebrook: ...and runs RIGHT into a jumping Dropkick on the rebound!! Nightmare nailing that BEAUTIFULLY right there, and he's nodding to the crowd as he gets up. Nightmare keeping the pressure on though, bringing the Dreamer back to his feet and clamping on with a TIGHT front facelock.

[The crowd, still buzzing from the suplex by Nightmare, continue to cheer as Nightmare hooks Anthony up, taking him over cleanly with a well-executed vertical suplex!]

Edgebrook: Nightmare firmly in control right here, and he holds on with the suplex, dragging Anthony back to his feet...

*BOOM!!*

[Another pop.]

Edgebrook: ...and switches into a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Nightmare releases the bridge and gets back to his feet with lightening speed! Nightmare with a nice combination of moves right there, and he has shown us some well-executed suplexes in this offensive flurry.

King: Yeah, he's definitely growing on me.

[Nightmare brings Anthony back to his feet, tagging him with a series of right hands before shooting him to the ropes.]

Edgebrook: ...no, REVERSAL by Anthony... and he short-arms Nightmare into a SOLID knee to the gut! Anthony hitting the ropes again...

[Crowd reacts BIGTIME.]

Edgebrook: ...HEART ATTACK!!!! ANTHONY WITH...

["OOOHHHHH!"]

Edgebrook: ...NO!! Nightmare shrugging Anthony off on the modified bulldog attempt, and Darren lands HARD on the canvas! Nightmare measuring him as he stumbles back up... and a lariat... [Crowd murmurs] ...NO! Anthony ducking the attempt, hopping back as Nightmare spins around...

*SMMMMMMMACK!!*

[Crowd pops.]

Edgebrook: ...HUCKLEBERRY SUPERKICK! Shades of Kurt Swagger, shades of Kurt Swagger!! Anthony hitting the big move out of nowhere, and these guys are going to the big moves EARLY in this one. I don't think either man wants a long, drawn-out contest in their match this week � neither probably wanted the match to begin with.

King: And Darren is pulling 'Mare up for more!

[Anthony backing Nightmare into the ropes... and he just TEARS into his chest with a blistering knife-edge chop! Nightmare grimacing in pain... and Darren lays in another chop! And another! And another! And ANOTHER!!]

King: Jesus CHRIST!

Edgebrook: Anthony just UNLOADING on Nightmare right here, and Nightmare looks to be in a bad, BAD way after those chops, folks!

[Anthony finally backs off, allowing Nightmare to stumble out of the corner, clutching at his chest... and walking into a HARD scoop slam from Anthony.]

Edgebrook: Darren planting Nightmare right there... [Crowd starts to King] ...and now he's headed upstairs!

[The crowd continues to King loudly as Anthony scales the turnbuckles. Nightmare is clearly still dazed from the superkick and the chops, and lays prone as the former BJWC World Champion sets himself, raising his arms in the air.]

Edgebrook: Anthony set to launch, and...

*BOOM!!*

[BIGTIME pop!]

Edgebrook: ...and a FLYING ELBOWDROP finds the mark!! Anthony just DRIVING his elbow into the chest of Nightmare, and he rolls over and hooks the leg for the cover - Wait! He can't win by pin fall, Darren doesn't seem to know where he is.

King: Obviously not!

[Darren gets to his feet pulling Nightmare up with him, and whipping him into the ropes with force.]

Edgebrook: Dee with the whip, but Nightmare holds on ... and here comes Darren with a Lariot! NO! Nightmare with a boot to the gut stopping Darren cold, who was trying to get him near that Casket to end it all.

King: I guess - But even Nightmare is still down.

[Anthony is slow to rise, taking a moment to compose himself as the effect of the earlier suplexes hits him again. He shakes it off quickly however, dragging Nightmare back to his feet.]

Edgebrook: Anthony grabbing Nightmare by the head, trying to... [LOUD Kinging] ...and he tries to pull him back into an inverted facelock!! Anthony looking for the THRILL KILL right here, and he has Nightmare set uuuuuuuup..

[Mixed response.]

Edgebrook: ...NNNNO!! Nightmare able to fight his way out of it with a series of HARD elbows to the ribs and chest of Anthony! Both men vertical, and Nightmare hits the ropes... [Crowd reacts] ...BUT ANOTHER SUPERKICK FROM ANTHONY...

[LOUD reaction.]

Edgebrook: ...no, CAUGHT by Nightmare!! Nightmare catching Anthony's foot, spinning him around... and he catches Darren in a side headlock, taking a two-step start...

*BOOM!!!*

[BIGTIME pop!!]

Edgebrook: ...AND A SWINGING TORNADO BULLDOG OFF THE TURNBUCKLES!! That's it right there, and Nightmare just DRILLED Anthony into the canvas!! Nightmare rolling Darren out of the ring, and he slams hard to the outside floor! Nightmare is right behind him, dragging him over to the Casket, it could be over right here!

King: I know they don't want to help Darren, but Team NWA where are you!!!!?!?

[Nightmare grabs a hand full of Darren's hair twisting his body into the casket.]

King: Now all he has to do is shut the lid!

Edgebrook: Anthony is fighting back, he's fighting back with his feet!

["OOOOOOOHHHH!!"]

Edgebrook: Darren with a desperate kick to slam the lib of the Casket into the face of Nightmare, and he's reeling backward now! What an escape, it was nearly over! Darren rolls back into the ring and is now on his knee's ... but here comes Nightmare again!

[Crowd reacts.]

King: Looks like the old man has a little left in the tank after all.

Edgebrook: Anthony fighting back with a flurry of HARD shots to the midsection of Nightmare, and he manages to fight his way up to his feet...

*SMMMACK!!*

["WHOOOOO!!"]

Edgebrook: ...and ANOTHER knife-edge rocks Nightmare back on his heels! Anthony gathering himself, unleashing another chop...

[Crowd murmurs.]

Edgebrook: ...no, DUCKED by Nightmare...

[And a BIGTIME pop!!]

Edgebrook: ...WHO GRABS ANTHONY IN THE JUDO CHOKE!!! JUDO CHOKE FROM NIGHTMARE, and he has this move cinched in BEAUTIFULLY right here!!

[Anthony thrashes around as Nightmare cinches in with the Judo Choke. The referee moves in to check on him, but The Dreamer isn't giving up without a fight as he tries to stagger his way towards the ropes.]

Edgebrook: Nightmare with his go-to move right here, and he has knocked off COUNTLESS people in the past with this very same move. Anthony looks to be losing steam right here, and the referee moves in to check his arm. He lifts it once... and it drops [Crowd murmurs] He lifts it again... and it drops again.

King: One more time and it's nighty-night Darren - but can Nightmare win by submission?

Edgebrook: More of less if he's out like a light, it'll be a cake walk to get him in the casket...He lifts it one more time...

[Crowd ERUPTS!!]

Edgebrook: ...and Anthony just EXPLODES forwards, taking Nightmare by surprise and grabbing onto the top rope with his free hand!! [The crowd is cheering big time] Darren Anthony digging down deep and escaping the Cobra Clutch style move, and Nightmare is forced to release the hold and back away.

[As Nightmare backs off, Anthony drops to his back and rolls out of the ring, supporting himself on the ring apron as he tries to gather himself. The chokehold definitely looks to have taken its toll on him, and he seems to be struggling to stay vertical as he clutches at his neck.]

Edgebrook: Anthony in a bad way, but wisely chose to roll out of the ring to recover. Nightmare backing away, clearly a little frustrated, and... [Crowd starts to buzz] ...uh oh.

King: Uh oh? [Sees] Oh.

Edgebrook: Nightmare dropping low, measuring the dazed Anthony... and he breaks into a run, hitting the opposite ropes for some momentum...

[Crowd gasps.]

*THUD!*

[And a BIG TIME pop!!]

Edgebrook: ...and a SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP FROM NIGHTMARE!! [The crowd is cheering big time] Nightmare just WIPING OUT Anthony right there, but the dive looks to have taken its toll on both men.

[The crowd continues to cheer loudly as Nightmare slowly rises to his feet. He drags Anthony up, bundling him back in under the bottom rope, before taking a moment to clear the cobwebs and following him in.]

Edgebrook: Nightmare taking a massive risk right there, and he brings Anthony back to a vertical base. Nightmare may have this match in the BAG right here if he can hit the big move he needs [LOUD buzzing] And that may be EXACTLY what he's trying to do right now!

[Nightmare doubles Anthony over, setting Darren�s arm between his legs in the pumphandle position.]

King: Pumphandle slam, right? No doubt "violent" something or other, knowing Nightmare's style.

Edgebrook: Nightmare has Anthony set up for that JARRING pumphandle suplex right here, and he digs down deep before POWERING The Dreamer up in the airrrrrrr....

[Crowd reacts LOUDLY!]

Edgebrook: ...NO!! Darren slides out the back door...

*BOOOOOOM!!*

["RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"]

Edgebrook: THE FALL!!! THE FALL OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Darren is pulling Nightmare to his feet and making his way toward the casket just outside of the ring. Darren's picking up speed - He tossed Nightmare over the ropes and right into the Casket - NO!

[Nightmare gripped the top rope in desperation and swung back against the apron hard. He pulled himself up to Meet Darren Anthony charging in his direction}

Edgerbook: Here comes Anthony - MISSLE DROPKICK! Nightmare just landed right in the casket! He's in, and all Darren has to do is shut the lid! He's shutting it ......

Edgebrook: YES! YES!

**DING! DING! DING!**

[LOUD cheers!]

Edgebrook: And Anthony wins it!! Darren Anthony and Nightmare putting on one HELL of a competitive match right here, and in the end, it all came down to one reversed move ... Anthony got Nightmare in the casket and sealed the deal by closing the lid!

[The crowd continues to cheer loudly as Anthony slowly gets back to his feet. The referee raises his arm, intensifying the cheers, and Darren soaks it in for a few seconds before Orson Graves meets him mid ring with his Tag Team title.]

Edgebrook: This crowd showing its appreciation for BOTH men right here, and...

['Back to School' hits as Darren takes a t-shirt from graves and puts it on, the front reading 'BJWC4LIFE', and mounts a turnbuckle hoisting his strap high into the air.]
 

And your winner...
Darren Anthony
VOTES: Anthony (4), Nightmare (1)

LONG COMMERCIAL

SECOND HOUR!!!

EDGEBROOK: Welcome to the Second Hour of Primetime.

 

GLWA MidWest Title, #1 Contender Match
Eric Bruce vs. Malice

   This was a great match, both men giving 100%.  But the experience and newly-found energy of Malice, pushed him a little bit more as he defeated Eric Bruce.
 

And your winner...
Malice
VOTES: Malice (3), Eric Bruce (2)

COMMERCIAL

Welcome to the GLWA Match
Michael McCormick vs.  Christopher Collins

Neither man shows up for the match.

And your winner...
 No one
VOTES: ---

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: '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 thirteen...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 Brutality Title Gauntlet Match
 Tommy L. (C) vs. ...

1. Nero Cain
2. Sensational Steve
3. Ben Mauler (1)
4. Roadkill
5. Jones
6. Jordan Banks
7. Joey Brannon

Edgebrook: Our next match will be The Guantlet GLWA Brutality Match.
 
King: That`s right, James. In fact here comes the first participant.
 
The Bunk: This match will be a Gauntlet Match for the GLWA Brutality Championship. Walking down the aisle. Weighing in at 298 pounds, Nero Cai-ai-n-nn!! 
                                                                                                                        The lights in the arena dim...
"WE DO AWAY WITH YOUR KIND" echo's throughout the arena and appears up on the titantron...

James Edebrook: And here comes Nero.

Countdown to the extinction of the human race...

4...

3...

2...

1...

With the end of the countdown, the words "We do away with your kind" turns into dripping blood. The blood forms a ball at the bottom of the titiantron and the ball transforms into the earth, from the left side of the screen, a large comet can be seen heading straight from the earth. The comet hits and throws the ball into a mixture of oranges and black. Finally the screen becomes engulfed by a mess of orange flames. At this point, orange pyros shoot up from out of the ground and out walks Nero.

Richard King: WOAH!!! What an entrence for Nero.

Edgebrook: Look at the size of this monster!! He`s gonna tower over Tommy L!!

"Puritania" by Dimmu Borgir continues to play, as Nero continues to walk down to the ring. Nero recieves an very small ovation, as most people don't care. Nero finally maskes it down to the ring once his song finishes.

Earth...Sussesfully...Destroyed.
 

The Bunk: And his apponant... Now entering, weighing in at 173 pounds. From Dieppe, New Brunswick, Canada. He is a member of Team NWA, and the GLWA Brutality champion...Tommy L!

(Jake Cage and Jason Stallion step through the curtain with the Brutality Champ in tow. Tommy keeps his head bowed as he focuses intently, blocking out the boos and catcalls from the crowd as they make their way to the ring.)

King: The Champion is in the house, further proof of Team NWA's dominance tonight. But, I do have to agree with you, there is a tremendous amount of size difference between the champ and Nero Cain.
 
[DING-DING!!]
 
Edgebrook: We we go folks. Both men are trying to measure up wach other. Collar and elbow lockup!
 
King: Nero Cain is using his size difference to push the smaller Tommy into the corner.
 
Edgebrook: Nero is blatantly choking Tommy L. The referee is not ordering Nero Cain to let go, remember this IS a Brutality Title match, when anything can happen.
 
King: A forearm smash across the chest of Tommy.
 
Edgebrook: Nero is now using kneestrikes into the midsection of Tommy L. Now Cain irishes whips Tommy L hard in the opposite corner.
 
(Nero Cain charges towards Tommy L.)
 
[WHAM!]
 
Edgebrook: A devastating clothesline from the challenger!! 
 
King: Tommy L is slumping down from the monster of a clothesline!! Numerous footstomps onto the crumpling body of Tommy L.
 
(Nero Cain picks up a battered body of Tommy L and attempts another forearm.)
 
King: Nero attempts another forearm smash, but Tommy L quickly moves out of the way and dropkicks the knees of Nero Cain.
 
(Nero Cain drops to his mat.)
 
Edgebrook: Two quick elbows onto the fallen Cain.
 
King: Tommy L slowly picks up Nero Cain and he is trying to irish whip Cain, but Nero is holding onto the toprope.
 
Edgebrook: Tommy attempts an irish whip...
 
(Nero Cain reverses the irishwhip.)
 
Edgebrook: Tommy L bounces off the ropes and...
 
[THUD]
 
King: Back body drop!!
 
(Tommy L arches his back from the fall. Nero picks up Tommy L and attempts a powerbomb.)
 
King: Nero Cain is attempting a power bomb. But look...
 
(The crowd cheers!!)
 
Edgebrook: Tommy L is punching the forehead of Nero Cain. Holy Sh-, Tommy L just executed a beautiful hurricarana.
 
(Tommy L goes for a quick pin attempt)
 
King: The referee get into position.
 
Crowd: One!!
 
Crowd: Tw-
 
King: A easy kickout by Nero Cain.
 
Edgebrook: Easy isn`t the word I would of used. Nero nearly tossed Tommy out of the ring, with that kickout!!
 
(Both men are standing)
 
Edgebrook: Tommy L goes for a midsection kick.
 
King: But a block by Nero Cain.
 
[WHAM!!]
 
Edgebrook: Enziguri by Tommy L!!! I don`t believe it, Tommy isn`t going for the pin.
 
King: Tommy is picking up Nero Cain. Underhooks both arms.
 
Edgebrook: Double-arm DDT. Oh look, Tommy L is going to the top turnbuckle.
 
(Jake Cage and Jason Stallion is giving Tommy L encouragement.)
 
[WHAM!]
 
Edgebrook: A 360 legdrop. What`s Tommy doing now.
 
(Tommy L runs to the opposite side ringropes.)
 
King: Tommy L bounces off ropes
 
Edgebrook: LIONSAULT!!!
 
King: Another pin attempt by Tommy L.
 
(The referee gets into position...)
 
Crowd: One!!!
 
Crowd: Two!!
 
Crowd: THR-
 
King: Kickout!! See, Nero Cain still has some fight in him!!
 
(The kickout sends Tommy L, to the outside.)
 
Edgebrook: That kickout sends Tommy L to the outside.
 
Edgebrook: This has been quite a match so far, Nero, even if he loses shouldn't be ashamed of his preformance here tonight.
 
(Nero Cain exits the ring, as Tommy L gets up dazed. Nero slings a right at Tommy.)
 
King: Nero throws a right at the Brutality Champion!!
 
Edgebrook: But Tommy L blocks it and gives him a left.
 
(The left hand knocks Nero back a few feet. Nero staggers around and walks right into a clothesline by Tommy L.)
 
King: Nero walked right into that.
 
(Nero starts to get up and has reached one knee when Tommy decides to run off the ropes and knock him down with a dropkick. As Tommy approches Nero raises up and catches Tommy with a high elevation spinebuster onto the mats, on the outside of the ring.)
Edgebrook: And this one isn't over yet folks.

King: WOAH!!! Where did that come from?

(Nero and Tommy both lie on the outside breathing heavily, Nero inches his way over to cover Tommy.)

Edgebrook: And the cover...

1...

2...

Edgebrook: No, kickout by Tommy.

King: Nero picks up Tommy L and nails him with a backbreaker.
 
(Nero picks Tommy L and irishwhips him...)
 
[KLANG!!!]
 
(...into the ringpost. The referee slides over.)
 
King: Another pin attempt by Nero Cain.
 
Crowd: ONE!!
 
Crowd: TWO!!
 
Crowd: THRE-
 
King/Edgebrook: NO!!
 
Edgebrook: Ah!!I don`t like the looks of this!!
 
(Nero pulls the limp body of Tommy out of the ring and forcefully puts him down with a short arm closeline. Nero walks over to the announce table and grabs a monitor.)

King: And that would be our invitation to leave.

Edgebrook: Hey, look at this. Jake Cage and Jason Stallion comes to their friend`s behalf.

(Jake Cage grabs Nero Cain and Jason Stallion begins to pummle Nero Cain`s midsection. Nero Cain falls down to the outside mat.)

Edgebrook: Hey!! This is cheating!!

King: James, you idiot!! This IS a brutality style match. Anything goes!!

(Jake Cage throws Nero Cain in the ring post. Busting Nero Cain`s forehead.)

King: Nero Cain is now bleeding.

(As The Cage Brothers begin to stomp onto Nero Cain, Tommy L is slowly getting up.)

Edgebrook: It looks like Tommy L is telling Jake and Jason to back off, he has things under control.

(Jake and Jason back off as Tommy L grabs a chair and begins to swing it at Nero Cain.)

[KLANG!!]

[KLANG!!]

Edgebrook: OH MY GOD!! Tommy L just leveled Nero Cain with two thunderous chairshots.

(Tommy L smiles at the Cage Brothers and gives them a thumbs up.)

King: Tommy L is attempting to swing the chair again.

[THUD!!]

King: HOLY MOSES!! Nero Cain just punched the chair into the face of Tommy L.

Edgebrook: Nero picks up Tommy L and proceeds with two quick backbreakers. Oh no!! Here comes Jake and Jason again.

(Jake Cage and Jason Stallion proceeds to nail Nero Cain with punches and kicks. That somewhat stuns Nero Cain. As the Cage Brothers are hitting Cain with everything they have. Tommy L slowly climbs to the ring apron. Tommy gets up and gives a double axe handle to the lower back of Nero, with the help of Tommy, Nero turns around where Tommy nails a jab to Nero's jaw. Tommy L hooks Nero into a suplex position.)

[KLANG!!]

(Nero slams the monitor, that`s still in his hand, into the back of Tommy`s head.

Edgebrook: Did you see that? Nero just clocked Tommy with that t.v. monitor.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

King: It was great wasn't it. Tommy fell like a crumpled piece of paper. Nero Cain goes for the pin cover.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THRE-

Edgebrook: I don`t believe Tommy kicked out!!

(Nero Cain attempts to pick up Tommy L as Jake and Jason start to walk towards Nero Cain, but Tommy begins to stand up.)

Edgebrook: A mulekick by Tommy L.

King: That staggered Nero Cain a bit. Look at this, Tommy is attempting a t-bone suplex.

[WHAM!]

King: I don`t believe it, Tommy L just t-bone suplexed Nero Cain onto the outside mats.

(Nero Cain slowly gets up and Tommy L walks behind Nero and motions with his hands. The crowd erupts.)
 
Edgebrook: I think we are about to see the Twenty Dollar Dream.
 
(Tommy use the ring steps to latch on the cobra-clutch type move.)
 
King: Nero Cain is struggling to stay conscious!!
 
Edgebrook: There goes one knee!!
 
King: Nero Cain is slowly fading.
 
Edgebrook: There goes the other knee!!
 
King: Out of desperation, Nero is struggling.
 
Edgebrook: Fading...
 
King: The referee checks the limping left arm.
 
Edgebrook: Fading...
 
King: A second time.
 
Edgebrook: Gone!!
 
(Nero Cain`s arm drops for a third time.)
 
[DING-DING-DING]
 
Edgebrook: Nero Cain has been defeated!! Who next in the Gauntlet?!
 
King: It looks like Sensational Steve.
 
(Sensational Steve comes out to no music. The crowd begin to boo towards Sensational Steve.)
 
King: I see whose side the crowd is on!!
 
(Tommy L gets back into the ring to meet up with Sensational Steve.)
 
Edgebrook: A quick kick to the stomach by Tommy L.
 
(Tommy L grabs Sensational Steve.)
 
[WHAM]
 
Edgebrook: A snap suplex by Tommy L.
 
King: Tommy picks up Subpar Steve...
 
Edgebrook: I believe his name is Sensational Steve.
 
King: Not tonight he`s not.
 
(Tommy L bounces Sensational Steve off the ropes, as Tommy L bounces off the ropes.)
 
King: A flying forearm by Tommy L.
 
Edgebrook: As Sensational Steve is lying on the mat, Tommy runs across the ring and...
 
King: Another Lionsault!! Tommy goes for the pin cover...
 
Crowd: ONE!!
 
Crowd: TWO!!
 
Crowd: THREE!!
 
[DING-DING-DING]
 
King: Sensational Steve has been eliminated. Who`s next in line, James?
 
Edgebrook: I believe Ben Mauler is next.
 
The Bunk: Weighing in at 306 pounds... Ben Maul-auler-er-er!!
 
(Darkness takes over the arena, as within seconds its pitch dark.)
 
King: James!! I know it`s dark, but keep your hands off!!
 
(Faint sounds of crickets and locusts can be heard over the audio system.  Suddenly pyrotechnics begin going off near the ring entrance, as the arena lights up with a rainbow of fireworks.  Fans are screaming at the top of their lungs, as suddenly more pyrotechnics began shooting out of the ring posts.  Just as the pyrotechnics come to an end, another loud explosion is heard throughout the arena.  The lights slowly come back on, as �Opium Of The People� by Slipknot begins to play.
 

One two three Your secresies
Watch how the idiots follow me
Running any way to get out of the way
Dig into the shock 'casue I'm staying the same
But I need some vowels, back it up
Fill your loves in amazing hearts
Tell me everythings gunna be alright
'Cause I don't think I'll make it throught the night

The only way
Is all the way
The only way
Is all the way
The only way (The only way)
Is all the way (Is all the way)
The only way (The only way)
Is all the way (Is all the way)

Oh, my, god it's

Times like these I'm not the best
Everybody out theres what its guess
So let's take a little bit off the top
I don't care just make it stop!

I won't give another soul (to you)
I won't give another life (to you)
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO STOP?!
STOP!
STOP!
STOP!

I do want you to say something cryptic
But the styles always clash
Well say I'm never sure
Hypathetical won't work anymore

One move open they will pay
My nails, are driving inside my wrists
This sacroment, is sacolent, and sentimental
Maybe it's experimental
Circumsize the dental

I won't give another soul (to you)
I won't give another life (to you)
I won't give another thought (to you)
I won't give anyone my hope (to you)

 

As the song continues, Ben Mauler storms out of the curtain, as he walks to the ring at a quick pace.  Ben leaps onto the ring apron, enters the ring over the top rope, and starts pointing at the fans, rallying them up.  Ben signals for �Opium Of The People� by Slipknot to be cued up again, as he continues to play to the crowd.

 
 
(Ben Mauler enter the rings and confronts a tired Tommy L.)
King: Looks like some heated words between the two.

(Ben Mauler shoves the smaller Tommy L.)

Edgebrook: Look at this!! Tommy L is fighting back!!

(Two quick forearms by Tommy L.)

King: A thumb in the eye!! That`s gonna slow down Tommy L!!

Crowd: Ou-u-u!!

Edgebrook: How despicable!! A slap in the face by Ben Mauler onto Tommy L!!

(Mauler tosses Tommy L into the ringropes, as Mauler bounces of the ropes behind Tommy L.)

Edgebrook: A devastating clothesline to the back of the head of Tommy L!!

(Ben Mauler puts Tommy L onto his shoulders and begins to run.)

King: This looks like a running powerslam.

[WHAM!!]

King: It is!! It is!! It was a running powerslam!!

Edgebrook: Ben Mauler picks up a very tired Tommy L and...

[WHAM!!]

Edgebrook: Side suplex by Ben Mauler. So far it`s been all Ben Mauler.

King: Ben Mauler picks up Tommy L and sets him up what seems like a superplex.

(Ben Mauler Sets up tommy L what looks like superplex, from the top turnbuckle.)

King: I think this is... Yes!! It is "Inflicted Pain"!!

(Both men crash hard onto the mats, on the outside of the ring.)

King: Tommy L looks hurt!

Edgebrook: Ben Mauler even looks hurt.

(Sensing an opportunity, Jake and Jason run over to the fallen men. But, Mauler just sneers and smirks, as he gets up in a quick fashion.)

King: Ben Mauler just lunged at the Cage Brothers. Jake and Jason just stopped in their tracks!!

Edgebrook: It looks like Ben Mauler is looking for something to cause more damage with.

(Ben Mauler looks under the ring and finds a sledgehammer.)

Edgebrook: OH MY GOD!! BEN MAULER HAS A SLEDGEHAMMER!!

King: RUN TOMMY RUN!! THAT CRAZY SOME BITCH HAS A SLEDGEHAMMER!!

(Ben Mauler puts down the sledgehammer to position Tommy L onto the announce table.)

King: I guess this is my time to leave.

(As Mauler is positioning Tommy L onto the announce table, Jake slowly slinks around the ring and chop blocks Ben Mauler. Jason grabs the sledgehammer and proceeds to hit Ben Mauler over the head with it.)

Edgebrook: Oh my God!! Look at that laceration on Mauler`s head!!

(Blood is now streaming down the face of Ben Mauler. Both Jake and Jason pick up Ben Mauler and drops him face first on the steel ringsteps.)

[THUD!!]

Edgebrook: Oh my God!! They just killed Ben Mauler!!

King: They continue with their assault!!

(Jake and Jason, both with chairs in hand, begin to slam the chairs across the back of Ben Mauler.)

King: Mauler is still slumped over the ring steps

Edgebrook: Jake Cage just pushed Ben Mauler off the steps.

King: Jason Stallion just grabbed Tommy L and places him onto Ben Mauler.

(The referee gets into position.)

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE!!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

King: Ben Mauler has been eliminated!!

Edgebrook: It looks like Roadkill is next!!

Bunk: Residing in Minneapolis, Minnesota... Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

{A low thunder echoes throughout the arena}

ROADKILL!!!

{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!!!}

#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!}

#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}

(Roadkill charges a very beaten down Tommy L.)

Edgebrook: Roadkill just nailed Tommy L with a very hard hitting clothesline!! Another clothesline and another clothesline.

(Roadkill roars outloud. Roadkill begins to exit the ring, he looks right at the Cage Brothers.)

King: I think Roadkill just told Jake and Jason to stay out of his way!!

(Roadkill goes to the outside and is looking under the ring. He pulls out a table.)

Edgebrook: Oh my God!! A table. Can you imagine the damage a guy like Roadkill can do with a table.

(Roadkill sets up the folded table in the corner. Roadkill walks over to Tommy L and picks Tommy L up.)

King: A standing dropkick by Roadkill.

Edgebrook: Picks a brokened Tommy L up proceeds to toss Tommy L into the table.

King: This looks like its gonna hurt.

Edgebrook: But... NO!!! Tommy L reverses it...

[CRUNCH!!]

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Edgebrook: Tommy L has comeback everytime we thought he was finished.

King: Nevermind that!! Do you see the way Roadkill crashed through that table!!

Edgebrook: Roadkill is NOT moving!!

(Sensing he has the advantage, Tommy is getting pumped up!! Jake and Jason is giving Tommy encouragement.)

King: Tommy has a chair in hand and heis slowing climbing to the top turnbuckle.

Edgebrook: He looks shaky up there.

[THUD-WHAM!!]

King/Edgebrook: OH MY GOD!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

(Tommy L lands with 360 legdrop with a chair underneath him.)

King: Tommy L just executed a 360 legdrop with a chair. The referee gets into position as tommy L goes for a pin!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE!!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Edgebrook: Roadkill has been eliminated!!

(Jones walks to the ring, as Tommy L is writhing in pain. Jones climbs into the ring and charges over to the fallen Tommy L.)

King: Jones is going for the quick pin!

Edgebrook: It looks like Tommy is getting his second wind.

King: More like the seventh wind. Tommy L just nailed a snap suplex on Jones.

Edgebrook: Uh-oh!! It looks like Tommy L is getting for it.

King: Here it comes!!

Edgebrook/King: The twenty Dollar Dream!!

(Jones emmediately struggles. Within seconds Jones is layed out unconscious!!)

[Ding-Ding-Ding]

Edgebrook: Jones has been eliminated!!

King: Here comes to the ring Jordan Banks.

Edgebrook: Jordan banks enter the ring.

(Tommy L bounces off the ropes and nails Jordan Banks with a flying forearm. Checking him completely off guard.)

Edgebrook: Tommy L just hit Jordan Banks with a flying forearm and he`s going for the pin!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE!!!

[DING-DING-DING]

King: Wow!! That was quick!!

Edgebrook: Just like that Jordan Banks has been eliminated!!

King: And the last contestant to challenge Tommy L... Joey Brannon!!

("United States of Whatever" by Liam Lynch begins to play and Joey Brannon comes out and walks down to the ring.)

Bunk: Coming to the ring, hailing from Columbus, Ohio weighing in 184 pounds. Joey Brannon!!

King: What is Joey Brannon doing?

Edgebrook: Well, it looks like Joey Brannon is lying down.

King: Word from the back is that Joey Brannon was not impressed when it was announced that he was slated for the Brutality Gauntlet match.

Edgebrook: The referee looks confused as Tommy L goes for the pin cover.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE!!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

 

 

King: Tommy L has done it!! He has survived the Gauntlet!!

Edgebrook: With the help of The Cage Brothers!!

 
King: Of course!!
 
(As Joey Brannon exits the ring, he looks at Jake Cage and Jason Stallion with total hatred and disdain!!)
 
Edgebrook: Look at the glare Joey Brannon is giving Team NWA.
 
King: It`s purely jealousy!!
 
Edgebrook: Look at this!! Jake Cage and Jason Stallion picks up a very exausted Tommy L onto their shoulders. This to the crowd.
 
King: These fans are idiots!! They have no class!!

 

And your winner AND STILL GLWA BRUTALITY CHAMPION...
Tommy L.
VOTES: Tommy L. (2) - Nero Cain (1) - Ben Mauler (1)  (Brannon requested not to even try)

COMMERCIAL

{Our scene cuts to the back, where an exhausted Tommy L. is being helped down the hall by fellow Team NWA member, Ace Slaughter}

TOMMY: Thanks for helping me down to the First Aid room.  I'm kind of dizzy after all that.

SLAUGHTER: No problem.  Anything I can do for a fellow...

*CLANG*

{Slaughter falls to the ground as the scene pans out.  Joey Brannon is standing above him with a steel chair}

BRANNON: Now for you!!!

{Brannon catches the off-guard Tommy L with a kick to the gut}

{WHATEVER-DRIVER!!!}

BRANNON: COME ON!!!

{Brannon drops down and pins Tommy as a ref comes running over}

1...

 

2...

 

3...!!!


 

And your winner AND NEW GLWA Brutality Champion...
Joey Brannon

BRANNON: I DID IT!!!  SCREW YOU TEAM NWA!!!

{Joey Brannon grabs the GLWA Brutality Title and stands to his feet, only to stand there face-to-face with Ace Slaughter, his WrestleBowl opponent}

SLAUGHTER: No Brannon, screw you.

*THUNK*

{Before Brannon can even think, Ace slams the GLWA MidWest Title into his forehead knocking him out and to the ground}

SLAUGHTER: Now should I pin Joey to be a Double-Champ?

{Slaughter thinks for a second}

SLAUGHTER: Nah!

{With that, he pulls Tommy L over and on top of Brannon}

{The ref drops down again}

1...

 

2...

 

3...!!!


 

And your winner AND NEW GLWA Brutality Champion...
Tommy L. (2)

BACK TO COMMERCIAL

!! MAIN EVENT !!

Six-Man Elimination Tag Match
 Kid Ego/Dmetri Wehrman/Gavin Williams vs. Team NWA (Cage/Stallion/Slaughter)

Huge boos filled the arena when Letner came out and announced that Dmetri and Gavin were unable to fight.  And that Kid Ego had to quickly find two other guys to fight with him, otherwise it would be a Three-On-One handicap Match.

Good thing Ego has some friends, as BNI answered the call and came out to Kid Ego's side.  Cage was eliminated first, followed by both members of BNI, with a little help from Cage.

Ego eliminated Stallion, but with a little bit of cheating the Cage Brothers helped Slaughter pull off the upset, by grabbing Ego's legs during Slaughter's pin.
 


And your winner...
Ace Slaughter
VOTES: Match was originally pre-determined.  But votes proved otherwise.

EDGEBROOK: In thirteen days folks...we will see WrestleBowl in all it's glory.  Until then, good luck and God bless.

{Fade out to GLWA Logo}
 

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