LETNER: CUT THE MUSIC!!!  GET IN THE RING THIS INSTANT!!!

EDGEBROOK: Now it�s time for a match that has quickly progressed past the intial NWF title unification

KING: For once your right Jimmy, Slaughter has made no bones about his dislike for Chris Saint, the former NWA TV champ. What Saint is overlooking is Slaughter having Team NWA behind him!

EDGEBROOK: All your Team NWA pandering will get you no where King

KING: Letner let me keep my job before, it�s only going to get better!

EdDGEBROOK: Whatever, Ace is already in the ring, we are just waiting for the arrival of Chris Saint

[The lights dim.]

#Right up in here, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out

[FLASH]

CHRIS SAINT

[Out comes out NWF Heartland Champion Chris Saint. His long blonde hair is down covering his face. He is wearing a black shirt which says "The Living Legend" in white print. His small frame radiates the power of a champion. Saint has been in many hardcore battles and this one will be no different.]

#I - opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small wall green
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my
fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top
now

[Saint snaps his head up and his hair falls behind his hair. Now Saint's face is visible. A new passion of anger is in the blue eyes of Chris Saint. Saint slowly begins to walk down the ramp. He never takes his eyes off of the ring. Saint has gotten a lot of fan support
as of late but he doesn't seem to care.]

#Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do

[Saint slides into the ring and crawls to the center.]

#So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

[Chris Saint stands in the center and looks at all the fans around him. With a sudden movement, Saint rips off his shirt and reveals his muscular body. A large panther tattoo is on his back. On his right chest muscle reads "Revenge" in blood red ink.]

EDGEBROOK: The winner will unify the NWF titles and it will become�..well it doesn�t appear I have that information in front of me.

KING: Robert will think of something, he is Team NWA, they ALWAYS think of something.

(Saint and Slaughter are just inches away from each other, jawing away)

KING: It appears that Slaughter has about 50 pounds on Saint and about 3 inches.

EDGEBROOK: It�s probably that stupid mask

(Slaughter makes the first move, pushing Saint, and the smaller wrestler takes a step back. Saint takes another step back, before charging and spearing Ace to the ground, throwing hay makers)

EDGEBROOK: I have a fun feeling this is going to go from a wrestling match to a street fight really quick

KING: Too late

(The Heartland champ is choking the life out of Slaughter, the ref finally breaks it up, but Saint stays on the advantage. Saint drops a knee across the throat of Ace, before sitting him up)

EDGEBROOK: What does Saint have planned here?

(Saint takes half a step back, lining up Slaughter before giving him a devastating spinal tap kick. Ace screams out in pain before crumpling in a heap as Saint is wearing a sick smile)

EDGEBROOK: GOOD GAWD WHAT A KICK!!

KING: Good thing that Slaughter doesn�t need to carry Team NWA cause it ain�t happening after that kick

(Chris is mocking Ace, almost daring him to get up. Saint turns to the crowd to soak up the jeers, suddenly the Superstar jumps to his feet)

EDGEBROOK: He was playing possum!

KING: Team NWA thinking at it�s finest!!

(Saint turns around to have a face to fist meeting ordered by Slaughter. As Saint stumbles back, Ace capitalizes by pulling Chris in close and drilling him into the mat with a DDT)

EDGEBROOK: A jarring DDT from Ace Slaughter, good to see he finally found some offense

KING: It�s cause he is�.

EDGEBROOK: If you say cause he�s Team NWA I�m going to break this chair over your head

KiING: Touch�

EDGEBROOK: COVER!!

1

2

Kickout!!

(Wasting no time, Slaughter brings Saint to his feet, sending him flying into the ropes. Ace crouches down and connects with a flapjack that sends Saint HIGH into the air before crashing down to the mat)

EDGEBROOK: He was almost in the rafters on that!

KiING: I think your exaggerating

EDGEBROOK: Well duh

(Quickly, Ace drops an elbow across the sternum of Saint, then another. Slaughter then ascends the top rope, signaling for his finisher, the Slaughtermatic)

EDGEBROOK: If he hits them King, this bad boy is all done

(In a last ditch effort, Saint gets to his feet, leaps, and drops himself on the top rope, knocking Ace off his balance as he lands crotch first on the top turnbuckle)

EDGEBROOK: OW OW OW OW!!!

KING: He�s got a weird mask on, so you would think he�d wear a cup or something

(With Slaughter still, well, hung out to dry, Saint shakes the cobwebs out and makes his way over to the Team NWA member. He lands two right hands, rocking Ace a bit, before sliding under Ace a bit, getting him over his shoulder, taking two steps and slamming Ace to the mat)

EDGEBROOK: Chris Saint hitting a modified Oklahoma Slam I�d say

KING: Whatever the hell it was it looked like it hurt like hell

EDGEBROOK: COVER!!!

1

2

3!!!......NO!!!

EDGEBROOK: Saint isn�t wasting any time, he�s locked in a dragon sleeper on Ace Slaughter, no doubt trying to soften him up for his Grasp of death finisher

KING: This dude is morbid. Grasp of death, cutting the throat of his confidence. His shrink must be loaded

(Saint is really pulling back on the dragon sleeper as Ace flails around, trying to land a punch or anything to break the hold. After a few moments Saint breaks the hold)

EDGEBROOK: I can�t believe Ace didn�t tap out

KiING: There is no quit in Team NWA!!

EDGEBROOK: Would you shut up!

(Ace staggers to his feet, where he is met with a kick to his midsection from Saint, and then Chris connects with a swinging neck breaker)

EDGEBROOK: What a technician in that ring, no wasted movement

(Saint gives the sign for his submission finisher, the Grasp of Death)

EDGEBROOK: This has potential to be the end of the line for the newest member of Team NWA

KiING: Oh �ye of little faith!

(Chris goes to lock on the modified cross face, but Ace quickly slides out of the ring, under the bottom rope)

KiING: See! I told you!

(The NWF Heartland champ walks towards the ropes, but Ace is one step ahead, jumping up and dropping Saint throat first on the top rope)

KING: Smart wrestling there by Ace Slaughter

EDGEBROOK: One might say desperation

KING: You say tomato, I say tomato

(As Saint grabs at his throat, Ace slides into the ring, grabbing Chris and connecting with a belly to back suplex)

EDGEBROOK: Saint was folded up like a card table after that suplex

KING: Desperation, Ha! He was just lulling him into his trap

(Slaughter is hot, pummeling Saint with right and left hands, before he pulls Saint to his feet and drops him just as fast with a short arm clothesline)

EDGEBROOK: It is just all Ace Slaughter right now, at this rate all the gold will be in the hands of Team NWA

KING: Just like it should be!

EDGEBROOK: It looks like Slaughter is setting up for a T-Bone suplex, he lifts�..NO!!! Counter!!

KING: Crap!!

EDGEBROOK: Chris Saint reversed the attempted Suplex into his Grasp of Death finisher!!!

(Saint has the modified cross face locked in, driving Slaughter into the mat)

EDGEBROOK: He really has that cinched in, right in the middle of the ring

KING: Where the hell is Cage and the rest of Team NWA?!?!?!?

(Saint has a demented look in his eyes, just rearing back on the face and neck of Ace Slaughter. He is trying to fight it�.)

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(Still refusing to give up�..)

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EDGEBROOK: He�s TAPPING!!! It�s over!!

KING: DOH!

**DING DING DING**

EDGEBROOK: Chris Saint wins the unification match and both NWF belts!!!

((The lights dim down, a single neon green spot light shines on the enterance curtain, almost bouncing on it�s target))

EDGEBROOK: With Kid Ego due now, one has to wonder what he has up his sleeve for his mystery partner

KING: Doesn�t matter, long live Team NWA!!

((A guitar starts firing up, shooting out a upbeat set of notes as the crowd gets to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the unknown competitor))

EDGEBROOK: Diesel has made it known that it may be called GLWA, but to him it will, and always will be, the BJWC

KING: Keep living in the past you loser

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, the entrance ramp explodes in a breath taking fire works display as someone pops out of the curtain, running through the smoke))

EDGEBROOK: This feud has the potential to become one of the hottest in the NWA this coming year, nothing but hate between Warren and the Cage�s

##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 yellow tights with �KID EGO� down the sides in forest green font and �BJWC� on the butt in white, and one GLWA tag title around his waist, the other over his shoulder. 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##

KING: Not really a feud if he loses all the time is it?

##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))

EDGEBROOK: I really think that it is only a matter of time before Diesel is fighting for that GLWA title once again

##"Go to college,
A university
Get a real job"
That's what they say to me
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by
And just do my time
Out of step while
They all get in line
I'm just a Minor Threat so pay no mind##

((Diesel strolls to the nearest turnbuckle, soaking up the cheers. He ascends the turnbuckle, thrusting his arms in the air as the crowd goes claps))

##Do you really wanna be like them?
Do you really wanna be another trend?
Do you wanna be part of their crowd?
Cause I don't ever wanna
I don't ever wanna be you##

##Don't wanna be just like you
What I'm sayin' is
This is the anthem
Throw all your hands up
You Don't wanna be you##

KING: Keep dreaming

EDGEBROOK: It looks like Ego is going at this one alone, this doesn�t bode well for him