LANA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a special exhibition match, and is for the NAW heavyweight championship.
[Two commentators walk down the entrance ramp and sit in the empty seats at the announce table.]
LANA: Entering the ring first, weighting in at 263 pounds, from Portland, Oregon�he is Tyson LeDuc.
[�Take it� from ICP plays LeDuc to the ring as the gruff challenger strides to the ring with a stoic look.]
Ray: Good evening GLWA, on behalf of New Age Wrestling, I�m Ray Ledger and this is my announce partner Lance Cadet, and we are glad to be here.
Lance: NAW will show its stuff in front of a pay-per-view audience tonight, and what a match to send. Dave Adler defending his new championship against the wily veteran Tyson LeDuc.
[Tyson throws off his jacket and waits in the ring.]
LANA: And his opponent, from Los Angeles. He weighs in at 250 pounds, and is the NAW heavyweight champion. �The Professor� Dave Adler!
[A few more people recognize the champion, as Adler is greeted with boos form the Great Lakes crowd.]
Ray: Adler has been surprising everyone since he signed up with New age Wrestling, form university Prof to heavyweight champ. Can he hold it tonight?
Lance: Well, HE thinks he can. You say his little run-in with Letner before the show.
Ray: True, hopefully being in the �major leagues� hasn�t caused him to overlook LeDuc.
[The Prof steps slyly into the ring and the bell sounds, the champ peeling off his belt and tossing it to the official.]
Lance: We�re getting right into this match. It�s Tyson�s smashmouth style against Dave�s technical wrestling.
[Tyson lunges forward for a quick strike, but Dave grabs him around the waist for a belly-to-belly suplex. Neutralizing his larger opponent, he goes behind for a waistlock, and then whips over for a front-facelock, getting a few impressed claps from the crowd.]
Ray: The NAW champ setting the tone early here. Showing why he�s the champ.
[Tyson forces his way back to his feet, and backs Dave into a corner back-first. Whipping him across to the opposite turnbuckle, Tyson charges with a head of steam, only to come up empty as the Professor is wise enough to evade the raging challenger at the last minute. As Tyson LeDuc goes crashing into the turnbuckle, Adler gets him on the rebound with a bulldog. He motions to the crowd, which is starting to get more boisterous as Dave gets the advantage.]
Lance: The last time I saw a battle this one sided was I beat Ray Ledger at Madden the other day.
Ray: *mutters* lousy cheat. Anyways we shouldn�t count Tyson LeDuc out yet. His experience may still play a role.
[Dave keeps on the attack, picking the challenger up and executing a snap suplex. Tyson absorbs the damage well and is able to spring back to his feet, catching the surging Dave Adler with a right hand.]
Ray: Here we go.
[Dave responds with a right of his own, followed by another couple blows by Tyson LeDuc, clearly gaining the upper hand when it comes to a brawl. Tyson connects a third time, this time with a clothesline, and knocks down the champ. Finally with his opening, he scores with a dropkick to keep Dave Adler on the ground.]
Ray: Tyson LeDuc is wrestling his style of match now, keeping Dave at bay with punches and kicks. Dave opened himself up and it may be trouble here.
Lance: The NAW champ isn�t in any trouble. This is just a brief spurt from an otherwise unimpressive wrestler.
[Tyson lifts Dave Adler up against the ropes and starts laying into him with chops, each one resonating off his chest and the crowd giving the obligatory �woo� to each one. He lines Dave up to whip him across the ring, but Adler grabs his arm and reverses it, sending LeDuc bouncing off the chords. The NAW champ gets him on the rebound with a flying forearm, knocking Tyson on his back hard to the canvas.]
Ray: Dave Adler coming back. The champ isn�t going out that easily.
[Tyson is slow to his feet as Adler grabs him in a standing headlock, holding him for a few seconds before popping back with a DDT. Holding onto the neck, he rolls with the move and climbs back to his feet, bringing LeDuc back down with a second DDT, sharper than the first. Tyson�s head bounces off the mat with a hard thud.]
Crowd: Ooooh.
[The champ looks over at a dazed Tyson with a slick smile. His arrogance starts to show through as he gets to his feet and looks over Tyson.]
Ray: If the challenger doesn�t put up much more of a fight here, this match could be done.
Lance: It doesn�t look like he can; he hit the canvas pretty hard
[Dave Adler picks him up and positions himself for Hubris, his vicious neckbreaker. Posturing into position, he points to the crowd and mouths a jeer before bringing the challenger�s neck down onto his shoulder.
Lance: *winces* oh my, that did it. That may have knocked the consciousness out of Mr. LeDuc.
Ray: We�ve seen that neckbreaker before, and not many people get up from it.
[Dave rolls over to his fallen foe and makes the cover.]
ONE��
TWO��
THR�*Adler lifts his opponent�s head*
Crowd: Boo!
[Dave laughs as he picks up his half-dazed opponent.]
Ray: I guess our champion REALLY wants to make an impression here tonight. Not very sportsmanlike though.
Lance: Who cares about sportsmanship? Dr. Dave Adler is sending a message to the national audience tonight. He�s going for a second neckbreaker.
[With a little less showboating this time, Adler grabs the neck and brings him down, hitting Hubris for the second time on a defenseless Tyson LeDuc.]
Ray: Now will he go for the cover?
[With a satisfied look, Dave reaches over and hooks the leg of his opponent.]
ONE�..
TWO��
THREE! *bell rings*
Ray: This match is over. Dave Adler has defended the NAW heavyweight title in front of this Great Lakes audience tonight.
Lance: He didn�t make many friends from this crowd, but I�m willing to bet he earned some respect.
[Dave Adler hoists the NAW championship as he leaves the ring. A couple referees come down t check on Tyson LeDuc, as James Edgebrook and Richard King pass Dr. Adler at the top of the ramp.]
Ray: Well, GLWA�s commentators are making their way down to the ring. Stay tuned for more exciting action at Love Hurts. For Lance Cadet this is Ray Ledger, enjoy the show.
Lance: And if you�re in the Florida area, NAW�s Breaking Point will be live in St. Petersburg on March 5th. Good night everyone.
[The crowd gives Edgebrook and King a warm pop as they shake hands with the outgoing NAW commentary team before sitting down.]
[Cut to the backstage area. The camera is focused on a
door that reads, "Jake Hardcore Cage" and GLWA Mid-West Champion Joey Brannon
is standing in front of it.]
Edgebrook: What is going on here? Is Brannon going after Team NWA before his
match?
King: That would be a death sentence.
[Joey knocks on the door and after a moment Jake Cage opens it. The NWA North
American Champion from Dieppe, New Brunswick, Canada is surprised to say the
least to see Brannon standing there.]
Cage: The hell?
Brannon: Sorry to bug you Jake, but I have a favour to ask.
Cage: You what? Are you on crack Brannon?
Brannon: No! I was doing this charity thing this week and one of the kids
wanted me to get Jake Cage's autograph for him.
[Joey holds out a notepad and pen.]
Brannon: Do you think you could sign it? It would really make the little guy's
day.
[Cage rips the pad and pen from Joey's hands and throws them as far as he
can.]
Cage: I don't know what kid of game or stupid joke this is supposed to be
Brannon, but forget it! Ace Slaughter is gonna tear you apart tonight! Now get
lost!
[Cage balls a fist and punches Joey square in the mouth. The unexpected blow
knocks Brannon back and he falls into a vending machine across the hall as
Cage laughs and slams the dressing room door shut.]
[Cut back to ringside.]
King: Looks like that's a "no".
2nd Annual Love Hurts Hardcore
Battle Rumble
Rob Torbrog vs. Brad Striker vs. Ben
Mauler vs. Jordan Banks vs. Sensational Steve vs. Just Rawlings vs. Gavin
Williams vs. Jones vs. Jonathon Gunz vs. 'Mystery Man'
Winner gets shot at GLWA Brutality Title
Edgebrook: King, you are about to witness a phenomenon in this upcoming hardcore battle royal match.
King: I actually took time to watch last years match, and I was impressed. I'm very excited about this upcoming event. Several careers were ended last year, and no man left the match unscarred.
Edgebrook: Apparently this year, the ring area was not able to contain all the action, so our group of superstars have to start the competition on the parking ramp on the other side of interstate 60. They must battle their way out of the parking ramp area, across the interstate, and then into the arena, eventually making it to the ring.
King: The men are on the parking ramp waiting for the bell. Rob Torborg, Sensational Steve, Susanoh, Ben Mauler, Brad Striker, Jordon Banks, Justin Rawlings, Gavin Williams, Jones, and Jonathon Gunz.
Edgebrook: I thought that there were 11 participants?
King: The mystery man must have decided not to show up.
DING! DING! DING!
King: And we are off.
Edgebrook: Jordon Banks wastes no time as he clotheslines Jones onto the hood of car and as Rob Torborg attempts to attack him from behind, Banks irish whips him over the hood of another vehicle.
King: Sensational Steve just sent Susanoh's head right through a passenger window. Blood is everywhere.
Edgebrook: The rest of the pack are in the middle of the garage in a melee. Jonathon Gunz just appeared from behind a vehicle though.
King: Ugh Oh James, he is carrying a tire iron.
SMACK!
Edgebrook: Down goes Gavin Williams. BAM, down goes Justin Rawlings.
CRACK!
King: Down goes Brad Striker. Gunz cleaning house quickly here on the parking ramp.
[Gunz turns around to find his next victim, but is met by Jordon Banks who has ripped off a car antenna and catches Gunz right across the face with a mighty blow, catching him right in the eye. He drops the tire iron as he screams grasping his eyeball as Banks continues to thrash away at him with the car antenna.]
King: It looks like this motley crew is finally making their way to the highway.
Edgebrook: Except for Gunz, the ref has decided he can no longer continue and we are down to 9.
King: Any Susanoh can?
Edgebrook: Well Susanoh make look to be in bad shape dripping with blood, he is on his feet though. Gunz may have lost an eye at the hands of Banks.
Edgebrook: Ben Mauler is the first to reach the interstate.
King: The men are lucky, the traffic seems to be light.
[Just as the nine men were set to take out a little road rage, something
bellowed out in the darkness. Jordan Banks pulled back from his charge toward
Ben Mauler, and every man's attention was directed down the interstate, and
toward the origin of the noise. Through the darkness emerged two bright eyes
which grew larger revealed the beast they belonged too, a jet black 2004 Volvo
780 - or in lamens terms: One big fucking truck. Smoke poured from it's stacks
as it let out another roar.]
*HOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNKKKKK*
[As it rapidly approached the deep bellow of the engine was more than clear,
and could see all the way down the side of the long trailer the trucks dragged
behind it. The crowd parted nearly down the middle as the truck was just feet
from them, and sure enough it eased in between them all slowly to a stop. The
air compressed windows spouted a shot of pressured air as the window let down
and the man behind the wheel eased his head out. He had a Newport in his
mouth, and a shit eating grin on his face. His yellow eyes
said a thousand words.]
[Back in the studio Edgebrook looked closer]
Edgebrook: Wait ... that's Orson Graves! Could it be?!?!?
KING: Could it be what?
[Back outside and across the interstate the Banks, Williams, and company
weren't too pleased with the unexpected halting of their match. Jordan Banks
stepped up.]
Banks: And who the hell are you ... and WHAT the hell do you want?
[Graves hit his Newport hard, pulling it out of his mouth with two fingers,
and slowly released the smoke before answering.]
Graves: I borrowed this rig from a friend [A smirk] And Letner instructed me
to drop a few things off for you boy's to play with ...... [He motioned toward
the back] Check it out.
[Graves rolled his window back up and put the truck in gear easing the back in
up the middle of the crowd. The group of wrestlers had now gathered around the
back of the semi and it's giant trailer doors. Banks wasted no time.]
Banks: What the hell is this supposed to be...
[Banks unhooked the latch and swing both doors open with great forced slamming
them into the sides of the trailer. All the wrestlers braced for what was
inside, but at first saw nothing. They eased closer, a small light could be
seen near the back, but just barely. Banks squinted and looked closer, noticed
several steel chair's and assorted weapons lay long the bed of the trailer. A
voice shot from the back.]
Voice: Hello boy's [everyone shot back as the voice called out] .... I'm an
old friend of Rob's ..... He said I could come out here and play ... you guy's
wanna play?
[The small light source flew toward the crowd landed just near the end of the
trailer, and as Banks looked closer it appeared to be the last of a Newport.
The voice laughed and foot steps ensued as he moved toward the end of the
trailer, and into the light.]
Voice: Now it's been a while, but I'm sure y'all don't mind helping me dust
off the cobwebs, right?
[And as he pulled into the light his emerald green eyes sparkled, his face
framed by his long dark hair, a day's growth on his face. He wore a blank,
waist length leather jacket with a faded 'BJWC4LIFE' shirt underneath. His
black cut-off jeans were a trademark, and so were those black Reeboks. He
brushed his hair out of his face and smiled, slowly revealed the steel chair
he was gripping behind his back.]
EDGEBROOK: OH MY GOD! That's former TWO TIME BJWC WORLD CHAMPION DARREN
ANTHONY! It's the Dreamer! THE DREAMER IS BACK! I can't believe what I'm
seeing!
[The Dreamer smiled.]
DA: No welcome back part, or finger food, no nothing? Some comeback party this
is!
[And with that DA sprinted for the end of the trailer diving out into the
stunned crowd wielding a Steel chair. He landed on Jordon Banks first slamming
his chair into his head, and with a side swing in took down Jones like a ton
of bricks. The rest were frozen. DA shot his eye's through the crowd with a
smile.]
DA: Anyone else wanna play?
[And he didn't have to ask again as the entire crowd merged together in a
giant brawl for it all. Darren was poise for attack, swinging his chair at a
charging Gavin Williams, who moved back and fourth waiting for the perfect
time to attack. Dee tossed the chair to him and he caught it, a running
missile drop kick followed that flattened the unsuspecting Williams.]
Edgebrook: HOLY SHIT! Darren Anthony just floored Gavin Williams - THIS IS
GOING TO BE GREAT!
King: Who the hell is Darren Anthony - and who the hell does he THINK he
is?!?!?
Edgebrook: It all makes sense now. Anthony is the mystery man. Rawlings, Striker, and Mauler take exception to the bravado of Anthony and all descend on him in a fury of fists and kicks that quickly bring down a valiant attempt at defense by Anthony.
King: Welcome to the GLWA has-been!
Edgebrook: It looks like Gavin Williams has decided to avoid the whole highway portion of the match and has crawled safely across the highway without anyone noticing.
King: Coward!
Edgebrook: Sensational Steve has laid out Rob Torborg with chair of his own that he procured from the semi trailer. He looks around with a sly look on his face. And to add insult to injury begins to dry hump the dazed Torborg.
King: What? That is disgusting!
Edgebrook: The traffic has picked up a little and is making it more dangerous for our competitors.
King: I think they have noticed and are collectively deciding it is time to move on.
[As the wrestlers exit the interstate, Jordon stops short and delivers a dropkick to the still stumbling Susanoh, propelling him backwards into an oncoming Chevy Cavalier .]
CRASH!!!
Edgebrook: Oh my god! Susanoh was just nailed by a speeding car!
King: Do you see why Bruce doesn't want anything to do with these matches?
Edgebrook: This isn't good King. Susanoh needs immediate medical attention. That car flipped him like a rag doll and I don't like how he landed either.
King: I'm all about unadulterated violence James. But maybe we should eliminate interstates from wrestling matches.
Edgebrook: The ref has officially eliminated Susanoh from the match. Thank God! Now get him an ambulance.
King: It looks like our contestants have all entered the building by way of the Shops of Lexington Center.
Edgebrook: OH crap!
King: What? Did I miss something?
Edgebrook: No, I have an advertisement for the shops of Lexington Center that I forgot to read.
King: Well read it now.
Edgebrook: When it's break time, a medley of shopping, food, and entertainment awaits - all within easy walking distance of the meeting areas. Within the Lexington Center and connected to meeting space and hotel rooms are the multi-level Shops at Lexington Center, which offer a variety of specialty shops and food court. For a breath of fresh air, Triangle Park is just steps away with its illuminated, cascading fountain and flowering pear trees. What an attractive and relaxing retreat!
King: You sounded like Sensational Steve reading that.
Edgebrook: Back to the action King. Our competitors are scattered all over the place now.
[Darren Anthony makes his way through a department store and is heading for
the door. But he is intercepted by Ben Mauler who tackles him into the jeans
rack. Anthony quickly eye gouges Mauler and begins to head but him into
submission. A couple boots keep Mauler on the ground. Anthony grabs the cash
register and rips it from the counter. Mauler is trying to rise, but Anthony
slams the register over his head.]
Edgebrook: Anthony is going for a hanger.
King: This doesn't make any sense.
Edgebrook: Anthony has straightened the hanger out and is wrapping it around the neck of Mauler.
King: Mauler can't even defend himself, that cash register knocked him silly.
Edgebrook: Luckily one of our many refs for this match is on the scene. He
lifts Mauler's arm three times with no response but it dropping lifelessly to
the floor.
King: Mauler is declared eliminated from the match James, we are down to eight participants.
[Jordon Banks is battling Brad Striker in the food court. Both men are covered with a variety of food items as customers rush to get out of their way. Banks superkicks Striker sending him hurling over the counter of the Maid Rite. Striker up fairly quick, only to receive another super kick that topples him ontop of the grill. With a shrill shriek, Striker dives off of the grill, only to be met with a high cross body by Banks that pins Striker to the grill. Striker screams in horror as Banks has him pinned helplessly to the grill. He quickly taps out submitting and ending his run in this match.]
Edgebrook: Gruesome event after gruesome event. I think this is getting a little to morbid for our younger viewing audience.
King: You are kidding right?
Edgebrook: King we've seen someone lose an eye, get demolished by a car, choked out with a hanger, and probably been grilled medium well on the back side. This is uncalled for.
King: And then there were seven.
Edgebrook: Sensational Steve is actually at the front door of the arena.
King: He didn't quite make it in though.
[As Steve opens the door, his head is thrust violently into the same door as he collapses to the ground. Rob Torborg stands over him fuming from the his earlier embarrassment. Steve tries to rise to the challenge, but Torborg grabs him by the head and slams it through a newspaper dispenser.]
King: Steve is paying for his disrespectful behavior.
Edgebrook: But Torborg is too focused on Steve. Jones and Rawlings just sprinted right past him into the building.
King: I don't think Torborg cares right now, he is putting a serious stompdown on Steve.
Edgebrook: Rawlings and Jones are on the escalator now as they begin to exchange blows.
King: It looks pretty even right now, both giving as good as they are getting. Doesn't look like anything interesting here James.
[Suddenly Jones gets the upper hand and suplexes Rawlings down the escalator.]
Edgebrook: Ouch, that had to hurt both of them. But I guess it was better then losing an eye or getting grilled.
Gavin Williams: Hey guys!
King: What the hell are you doing here? You are supposed to be out there trying to end the careers of your fellow wrestlers like everyone else is.
Gavin: It's all strategy King, those guys are senselessly destroying each other. I'll just sit here with you and wait for them all to make it to the ring.
Edgebrook: Are you sure that is legal?
Gavin: Nothing in the rules against it is there.
King: We'll see about that.
EDGEBROOK: Here's comes Darren through the back! He's headed for the ring!!
[Darren burst through the curtain with a chair in hand, emerging behind him
were Torborg and Jones. Darren hit the ring sliding under the bottom ropes and
almost instantly getting to his feet and picking up his sprint heading toward
the ropes. Torborg and Jones hit the ring and nearly the same time - both
reaching their feet o meet Darren head on.]
King: WATCH OUT GUYS!
EDGEBROOK: OOOOH! Anthony with a double cross body block with the chair in
hand! Torborg and Jones are flopping around like fish! Here comes the rest of
the pack!
[As the rest of the combatants poured through the curtain and stage side areas
brawling Darren looked ring side at the massive amounts of weapons that were
at his disposal. He begin to exit the ring and setup tables on the outside,
dragging on inside for good measure.]
Edgebrook: DA has plan's, but Steve has something to say about that - OH! - He
nailed Darren From behind with a Singapore Cain!!! Darren is on his knee's in
pain! He hit him again over the top of the head! That has to hurt!
[Steve tossed his Cain to the side helping Jones up, the pair having revenge
in mind for Darren Anthony. They both pulled him to his feet by his hair, but
Darren resisted knocking Steve's arm away and nailing him with a right - Jones
wasn't letting up.]
Edgebrook: Steve and Jones send Darren to the ropes ... HUGE DOUBLE BACK BODY
DROP THROUGH THE TABLE! The Sensational one and Jones high five!
King: YES! I can't get enough of this! BEAT HIM SOME MORE!
[As they turned Gavin Williams hit the ring nailing a double clothesline,
sending Steve rolling to the outside, and Jones remained in the ring at
William's mercy. Gavin pulled Jones from the mat but Jones quickly reverses
and sends Williams in the Ropes. Gavin comes off the ropes ducking a
clothesline nailing a flying forearm! He's up looking at the carnage around
him as everyone brawls all over the place and heads to the outside.]
King: He's pulling another table in there! Mr. Big Shot Darren Anthony hasn't
even gotten up from the first table!
Edgebrook: He will!
[Williams slides into the ring settling the table up, and laying Jones across
it. Gavin climbs to the top ropes! NO!!! Darren Anthony out of nowhere and!
crotched Williams on the top. He joins him on the top ropes, Williams with a
few pepper shots and he turns Darren the other way! He tries to hoist the
veteran up, but Anthony balances back to block it, reversing it into a fall
forward suplex through the table - and Jordon.]
Edgebrook: We are missing a couple of people.
King: The cameras just spotted them.
Edgebrook: Oh my god. Jordon Banks and Justin Rawlings are battling it out in the rafters.
King: Holy crap, this can't be happening.
Edgebrook: Rawlings and Banks are exchanging blows high in the rafters above the arena. Rawlings seems to be getting the early advantage.
King: You could say that. Banks is crumbled against the railing while Rawlings lands blow after blow.
Edgebrook: Rawlings grabs one of the strobe lights and hammers it into Banks. Banks is motionless.
King: Rawlings is kicking him off the side James. He is trying to send Banks to his death!
Edgebrook: Somehow Banks is conscious enough to grab hold of something. But Rawlings is grabbing for that strobe light again to finish the job.
King: In a moment of desperation Banks grabs a wrench and hurls it at Rawlings catching him square between the eyes. Rawlings stops dead in his tracks appearing dead on his feet.
Edgebrook: Banks just saved himself from a very high fall.
King: RAWLINGS JUST TUMBLED OVER THE RAILING!
Edgebrook: OH MY GOD! HOW CAN WE LET THIS HAPPEN?
[Rawlings falls over the railing from the rafters of the Rupp arena. He luckily lands in the ring, but simply crashes through it. The medical staff come pouring out of the back]
Edgebrook: I'm fearing for the GLWA King!
King: Why is that, this has to be the most amazing match ever.
Edgebrook: Lawsuits. Lawsuits from wrestlers, mothers, human rights groups. This might just be the last GLWA match the world sees.
King: Well if that is the case, it looks like we are going out on top.
[Sensational Steve and Anthony brawled at the top of the ramp, neither man wanting to give and inch, but Anthony did. Steve took the upper hand wielding hard hitting punches and backing Darren Anthony down.]
King: Steve has the advantage of ... what did you call this clown? The
Dreamer?
EDGEBROOK: Hey!?!? What is Steve doing .... he's signaling something to the
techs below the entrance ramp?
[Steve instructed the techs to remove a giant tarp revealing six lined up
tables covered in lighter fluid. They proceed to light the tables on fire, and
in turn a small blaze burns atop the tables.]
EDGEBROOK: What the hell is he gunna do?!?!?
KING: I don't know, but I hope he does it!!!
[Steve pulled the battered Anthony up by his hair, whipping him toward the
edge of the entrance ramp, but Darren reversed it stopping Steve cold with a
knee lift to the stomach. Anthony dropped to his knee's in pain, but was
quickly up to take advantage of the situation - but couldn't. Steve battled
back from the reversal pushing Anthony near the edge, but he grabbed Steve's
arm attempting to whip him off the edge of the stage. Anthony is successful
as Steve goes crashing through the six tables of flame!]
King: The flamer is on fire.
Edgebrook: What? You can't say that on television.
King: I'm not 100% sure, but I think we've seen a couple people die tonight James, I think I can call a homo a flamer.
Edgebrook: Anthony is basking in his temporary victory. But he doesn't notice that Rob Torborg is on top of the GLWA-A-Tron.
King: He is going to jump! What the hell is he thinking?
Edgebrook: Torborg leaps from the top of the GLWA-A-Tron towards Anthony.
King: Anthony actually sees what is happening on the big picture of the GLWA-A-Tron and dives out of the way just in time as Torborg's body bounces off the unforgiving steel of the entrance ramp.
Edgebrook: Is there something in the fucking water around here?
King: Hey, you can't say the f-word!
Edgebrook: What about the wrestlers that careers are ending tonight King. Screw the rest of the FCC rules.
King: Right on James, Right On!
Edgebrook: Rawlings, Steve, and Torborg have all officially been eliminated from this match.
King: In some actual in ring action we have Jones and Gavin Williams battling it out.
Edgebrook- Both men are circling each other now Jones charges and goes for a clothesline! Williams ducks out of the way.
King- Jones turns around and meets up with William's foot! And excellent back toe kick, Jones didn�t see it coming. Williams backs off of Jones as Jones checks his jaw. Jones is back to his feet and closes in on Williams, they lock up, Jones with a pair of knee shots and he throws Williams into the ropes and performs a picture perfect Back Body Drop!
Edgebrook- Jones keeps the attack up with an elbow to the chest. And he tries another but Williams quickly moves out of the way and he is up and comes off the rope with a Swinging Neck breaker! Jones falls again. Williams applies a reverse chin lock
King: It appears that Williams is focusing on Jones' head and neck, after that initial kick to the face he�s got to be hurting.
Edgebrook- An Elbow to the gut by Jones. He grabs Williams and lifts him up high for a text book suplex. I've got to say King, these two look about even as of right now.
King: Correct but something tells me that Williams is just taking it easy still.
Edgebrook: He might not want to do that, Jones might get the chance he needs and then he might get the quick 3 count! Those do count as elimination in this hardcore rumble, not just being knocked out.
King: Williams is up and rushes at Jones. Jones ducks down.
Edgebrook: Back body drop over the top rope!! Oh! Williams lands safely on the apron and hammers Jones from behind!
King: Jones turns around to face Williams. GW hits him with a shoulder to the mid-section. Jones doubles over and GW leaps over the top rope. Sunset flip!
One!...
Two!!
Kick to the face from Jones! He pulls Williams over into a pin...
One!....
Two!......
King: Oh! Another last second kick out from GW!
Edgebrook: The pace is really picking up! These two men are putting on a clinic!
King: Something has to give! Both men are up... Jones rushes Williams...reverse atomic drop! That rattled Jones' foundation! Wow! Followed up with a flying lariat.
Edgebrook- It looks like Williams is getting into the drivers seat, Jones up slowly, Williams locks back up and picks Jones up for a stalling suplex!
King: Wait! Jones starting to shake free, he comes down and lands behind Williams, a quick elbow to the small of the back and another, Williams buckles over, Jones comes off the rope with a two handed bulldog , both men are down!
Edgebrook- I can�t believe what is going on here as soon as one man gets
going, the other comes back and stops the run! Jones is now slowly getting to
his feet he falls over for the pin on Williams!
1
2
KICKOUT!
King: Both men are looking a bit tired, both men are getting to their feet.
Edgebrook- Williams with a knife edge chop! Jones comes back with a forearm! Williams with a chop, Jones with a forearm. Williams with another chop, and another, he throws Jones into the ropes, Williams grabs Jones SPINEBUSTER!
King: Jones is reeling in pain after that one! What a slam! Williams picks
Jones back up, a European uppercut, Jones tosses back with a right hand, and
now a kick to the abs. Jones off the ropes, he slides under Williams! Jones
grabs the inside leg of Williams.. School Boy! Jones has a handful of tights!
1
2
THR�.. NO!.
Edgebrook Williams is back up and grabs Jones for a reverse DDT!
King: Williams is stalking over Jones, he picks him up and tosses him into the corner, he lifts him up to the top turnbuckle, we might be getting ready to see a hurricarana! Jones seems woozy on the top rope Williams grabs him, But no, Jones tosses him off.
Edgebrook- Jones now on the top rope, Williams is on his back, he jumps off with a frog splash! It connects! But Jones rolls off holding his stomach
King: Both men have are going through the shredder tonight but both can taste victory!
Edgebrook- Jones gets back to his feet but Williams trips him, he goes face first into the corner Williams now gets back to his feet and slams Jordon to the mat, PURE HAVOK! Williams just performed a springboard sit-out blockbuster
Timmons- Williams crawls over and covers ...
1
2
3!!!
King: We are down to three men now.
Edgebrook: Speaking of the other two men. Jordon and Anthony are battling their way to the ring right now.
King: To tell you the truth, I don't know how any of these men are still standing.
Edgebrook: It looks like Gavin Williams is up to something.
[Gavin grabs on to the top rope with both hands. He raises one hand to the sky and the crowd is with him, cheering him on. He springs off the canvas and plants both feet on the top rope, then launches himself into the air doing a 450 splash onto the unsuspecting dueling duo of Jordon Banks and Darren Anthony.]
Edgebrook: Beautiful move by Williams.
King: He doesn't waste any time as he grabs Banks and sends him hard into the corner post. Then he grabs Anthony and rolls him into the ring.
Edgebrook: Anthony is up, but he is groggy, Williams sends him to the ropes, and goes for a hurricanrana, but Anthony has enough sense about him, he catches the high flyer and turns the move into his own by delivering a power bomb.
Cover
1
2
Kickout by Williams.
Timmons: Anthony drags Williams to his feet. Inverted spinning DDT, he calls that, "The Fall".
King: Anthony with another cover.
1
Jordon Banks is in the ring and he slams a chair over the head of Darren Anthony, stopping the count.
King: Why would he stop the count?
Edgebrook: Delirious perhaps? Banks goes for another homerun swing with the chair, but Anthony ducks it, causing it to hit the ropes and repel back towards Jordon. Anthony gives the chair a little extra momentum with a powerful sidekick to the chair sending it smashing into the head of Banks.
King: Gavin Williams is hurt, but he has enough sense to snag the backpedaling, dazed Jordan Banks and roll him up in a small package.
1
2
3
Edgebrook: Jordon Banks is eliminated, one of the few to escape relatively unharmed.
King: Eleven competitors, two still standing, and seven in the hospital with critical or mortal injuries.
Edgebrook: Both Williams and Anthony are barely on their feet. Both pick up a chair as they lumber towards each other in the final confrontation.
[CLANG, CLANG, CLANG]
King: Chair warfare at its best James.
Edgebrook: The two are mostly hitting each other's chairs as they are swinging. But some shots are getting through. Both men are covered in their own and the blood of their fallen comrades.
King: Suddenly Williams slips and falls into the hole in the mat that was created when Rawlings fell from the rafters. Anthony wastes no time as he dives chair first into the hole.
Edgebrook: Anthony is standing now, and he is driving that chair into the hole repetitively. He goes for a pin.
King: Apparently the hole is not big enough for the ref to crawl down into to see if Gavin's shoulders are pinned.
Edgebrook: Anthony is angry, he drags the bloody mass out of the hole that is Gavin Williams, he sends him off the ropes. Knee to the midsection, INVERTED SPINNING DDT! THE FALL! THE FALL!
COVER!!!!!
1.............................
2..............................................
KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Edgebrook: Amazing!
King: Anthony wastes no time, he rolls out of the ring and snags a duffle bag.
Edgebrook: What could be in there?
King: TACKS!
Edgebrook: Anthony unloads a dufflebag full of tacks into the ring. He climbs in and drags what is left of Gavin Williams to his feet. Inverted swinging DDT.
King: NOOOOOO! Williams stops the momentum and suplexes Anthony as both men slam down onto the bed of tacks.
Edgebrook: Both men's backs arc upward as if the mat were electrocuting them.
King: Let's review shall we. Jonathon Gunz had his eyeball shattered by Jordon Banks with a car antenna, Jones dropkicked Susanoh into a speeding vehicle, Anthony choked out Mauler with a clothes hanger after smashing a cash register over his head, Jordon Banks pinned Brad Striker to a hot grill until he was well done and submitted, Banks then nailed Justin Rawlings in the head with a wrench causing him to fall from the rafters and through the ring, Sensational Steve was tossed off of the entry ramp through 6 flaming tables, and Rob Torborg missed an attack from leaping from the top of the GLWA tron, Jordon and Jones get pinned by Williams who laid low most of the event, now Anthony and Williams are laying in pools of their own and others blood on a bed of tacks in a ring with a huge hole in it.
Edgebrook: We've seen heads go through car doors, tire iron shots, and people suplexed down escalators as well.
King: It looks like Anthony manages to get to his feet first.
Edgebrook: He brings Williams up for a powerbomb.
King: Williams turns it into a hurricanrana sending Darren Anthony over the top rope smashing into several tables ackwardly.
Edgebrook: Somehow Williams finds his way back outside and lifts the broken body of Anthony onto one of the remaining tables. He delivers a couple shots to the temple and jaw to help keep Anthony stationary.
King: Williams gives a little smile as he looks around and makes sure the area is clear. He then lines himself up to the table and grabs on to the top rope with both hands. He raises one hand to the sky and the crowd goes nuts cheering him on. He springs off the canvas and plants both feet on the top rope, then launches himself into the air doing a 450 splash onto Anthony, through the table!
Edgebrook: Again, both broken, blood saturated bodies lay motionless on the unforgiving cement.
King: This is crazy James, we still have seven matches to go tonight after this. They are going to have to build a new ring, bring in new medical staff. You weren't kidding when you said Love Hurts was the greatest event of the year.
Edgebrook: Williams is up first and manages to get Anthony to his feet and rolls him into the ring.
King: This looks like a scene from a Zombie movie.
Edgebrook: Williams with the cover!
1......
2......................
KICKOUT!!!!!
King: And it continues! I don't know if my heart can take any more.
Edgebrook: Gavin "Havok" Williams charges the ropes, this looks like his finisher again, the Pure Havok, springboard sitout blockbuster.
King: Anthony has enough sense that he ends the attacking finisher with a surprisingly effective knee lift toppling Gavin Williams into the sea of tacks, Anthony falls on him for a cover.
1............................
2................................
KICKOUT!
Edgebrook: Anthony has to be wrestling on instinct alone, he can't even know where he is right now. With frustration he irish whips Williams into the corner and follows up quickly with a running elbow smash.
King: He pins Williams head in place with a blatant choke and reaches down and grabs a handful of tacks with his other hand and grinds them into the face of Williams.
Edgebrook: Even more blood begins to drip down this young competitor from his face wounds and from the hand of Anthony also.
King: This offensive seems to have given the broken body of Anthony a second wind.
Edgebrook: Anthony maintains the choke hold while laying a couple of boots to the mid-section for good measure. Williams collapses in the corner.
King: Anthony has a plan here. He is using his boots to kick as many tacks as he can find into a single pile. This can't be good.
Edgebrook: Anthony going for a simple bodyslam, but Williams somehow manages to wiggle out of it and down the back of Anthony. Williams goes for a front leg sweep, but Anthony braces himself and spins around delivering a devastating clothesline.
King: Anthony going for a standard suplex now.
Edgebrook: Again, Williams manages to block it. He tries a reverse, but Anthony delivers a couple hard knees to the midsection to stifle the attempt. Williams breaks the hold and spins, but Anthony grabs him from behind.
King: Belly to back suplex. Both men crash down on the pile of tacks. I can barely make out who is who through all the blood. Anthony arcs into a cover.
1.........................................
2..............................................
Rollout by Williams!
3............................................
King: What?
Edgebrook: Apparently both men's shoulders were pinned, and Williams rolled out while Anthony's shoulders were still down. Gavin "Havok" Williams is our winner.
{Camera cuts backstage...}
{The Rupp Arena crowd cheers to find Roadkill in his dressing room. He is
already in his wrestling attire and his two knee braces are set -- now he sits
on the bench, lacing up his black boots. Standing along side of him is his
beautiful wife Annie, who also gets a cheer from the crowd. She has a serious
look of concern on her face.}
Annie: "Do you ALWAYS get ready this early? Your match isn't for another two
hours."
RK: "Still got some thing to take care of before Letner."
Annie: "Well, the pay-per-view has already started... and you haven't given me
my ringside ticket yet."
{Roadkill looks up at his wife. He has an apologetic look on his face.}
RK: "Sorry, there's no ringside ticket for you."
Annie: "What?"
{He stands up}
RK: "There's no way that I'm gonna let you out there. I seem to have gained a
few enemies since I got here: Letner, Trek, Malice, Team NWA. I don't want you
getting hurt. And I ESPECIALLY don't want you out there during my match with
Letner tonight."
Annie: "But... I'll be fine... nothing will happen!"
RK: "That's not the point. I don't need the extra worry on my mind. I need to
concentrate on Letner. Besides, there's no telling WHAT can happen out there.
Now... PROMISE me you won't go out there."
Annie: "Fine... I promise."
RK: "Good..."
{He gives her a kiss on the forehead, and then throws on a black BJWC t-shirt.}
RK: "... now I've got something to take care of. I'll be back.}
{Camera cuts out}
Richard King: I understand we have Sherri Cucumber backstage. Sherri?
Sherri: Yes, thank you Richard. I am currently waiting for Ace Slaughter. Oh, I see him now.
(Ace Slaughter is wearing his ring gear on. Slaughter is wearing his black mask with a large white star over his right eye hole, of his mask. There is a red anarchy symbol, in the middle of the star. Slaughter is wearing a black Team NWA t-shirt, a pair of black jean shorts and a pair of black wrestling boots. He has white tape across his middle knuckles down to an inch and a half, past his wrists. He has black tape on every top knuckle.)
Sherri: Ace Slaughter, I will try to be professional about this. <deep breath.> What is your state of mind coming into this match you have with the GLWA Midwest Champion, Joey Brannon?
Slaughter: Frame of mind?! My frame of mind?! Let me tell YOU and the rest of those idiot people out there...
(The fans begins to boo loudly.)
Slaughter: I am more than ready for than Captain Braindead, Joey Brannon. Sherri Cucumber, please don't confuse your pretty little head with my confidence. I know Brannon has the ability. I don't doubt that., That's why he's a champion. But, I am beyond tired of seeing that perpetrator parading around like a champion!!
(Slaughter takes off his t-shirt and tosses it to Sherri Cucumber. Sherri catches herself gawking over Slaughter's well sculpted physique. Ace flexes his biceps.)
Slaughter: I am what a champion is supposed to look like. Look at Joey Brannon, he's nothing compared to me!! I have forgotten more about wrestling than he has read, thought, or even executed. GLWA will BE proud to have me as their Midwest Champion!! Joey Brannon is nothing more than a poster child for the wrestling challenged. Yes, I said it!! Let, Joey Brannon DO something about it!! Because, if you (Slaughter looks at Sherri and brushes his right index finger across her jaw line) like me or you hate me, Joey Brannon after I hit you with Bull's Eye, the Slobberknocker, and the Slaughteratic.... YOU WILL LEARN TO RESPECT ME... Because, "Superstar" Ace Slaughter will become the next GLWA Midwest Champion!! Choke on that... JOEY BRANNON!!
(Ace Slaughter spits on the ground, as looks into the camera, then he leaves the area.)
Eric Scott: I�m about to have a few words with the man who, last week, laid out GLWA president Robert Letner with an urn.
Eric knocks on the door. But no one answers. He is about to knock on the door again when it suddenly opens and a hand shoot out to grab him by the throat.
Voice: What the hell do you want?
Eric Scott: I was hoping I get get a few words from you about last week.
The door opens the rest of the way to reveal Nightmare standing there with his hand locked on Eric�s throat.
Nightmare: What about last week?
Eric Scott: About how you hit Robert Letner with that urn.
A smile creeps across Nightmare�s face.
Nightmare: Oh yah. That. Wonderful little
surprise, wasn�t it. All I�m saying is that Rob got what was coming to him. He
has never
respected me. Some might say I learned from the best. If that�s true it must
make me pretty damn good too. But he refuses to see that. All he can see
me as is a punk. And I�m going to change that perception.
Eric Scott tries to draw away from Nightmare, but Nightmare holds his grip.
Nightmare: What�s the mater Eric? Are you scared of me? I know you are. You have the stink of fear all over you. It�s the same smell I smell when I�m around Robbie. So do me a favor. Just go back and tell Robbie that I�ll be waiting for him later tonight.
Nightmare releases his grip on Eric Scott and slams the door to his locker room.
Edgebrook: Our next match is a DENTED CHAIRS match.
King: That's right, James. Malice versus Triple Six Trek! I hope they've got a lot of aspirin ready backstage! 'Cause these guys are gonna have a headache once it's all said and done!
Edgebrook: Right you are! The basis of the match is to get as many clean chair-shots to your opponent's head. The guy with the most chair-shots after 20 minutes is the winner!
King: And we've got steel stacked all around the outside of the ring! But only the first shot with the chair counts! The same chair cannot be used on two consecutive hits!
Edgebrook: Actually it COULD, but the referee will only count the first one!
{"Orion" by Metallica blasts over the sound system. Out steps Malice with a microphone.}
Malice: Cut the music, cut the music. I don't really give a dam about intros!
{He makes his way down the ramp and into the ring without any music or show.}
Edgebrook: This is new. No music, no show, doesn't Malice understand this business?
King: He performs in the ring James, that's all that matters to me.
Malice: Ladies, gentlemen, and wrestling fans. This match is apparently a dented chairs match. Which means that I am going to need some chairs in order to smash Trek's brains in.
{Malice points to a man in the front row.}
Malice: Sir, throw your chair in the ring.
{The man is hesitant at first, but folds up his chair and throws it into the ring. Malice looks at the chair in thought.}
Edgebrook: This is odd.
Malice: I'm going to need more then one chair for this match.
{Malice points at another person.}
Malice: I need your chair also.
{He keeps pointing at different people.}
Malice: And your chair, and your chair, and your chair. What the hell, everyone throw your chairs into the ring.
{It is slow at first, but suddenly a wave of folding chairs come flying from every direction.}
King: And you said Malice didn't have any showmanship.
{Malice climbs up on the second rope cheering the fans on as the chairs come flying. He turns around to check out the number of chairs and suddenly one slams into his head knocking him to the mat. The chairs quickly stop coming. Blood starts to ooze down his face. Malice is slow to get up from the hit.}
Edgebrook: That will teach him.
{Malice slowly rises.}
Malice: What the hell? I didn't say stop. This is Love F'ing Hurts. No one should be sitting down anyways. Everyone throw your chairs in the ring.
Edgebrook: I knew this man was insane.
{The crowd responds as a new volley of folding chairs come arcing through the air littering the ring.}
King: I've heard of it's raining men, but tonight it's raining chairs!!!
Edgebrook: The ring is full of chairs, there is no room to even step without stepping on a layer of folded chairs!
King: This might be the craziest dented chairs match anyone will ever seem
Malice: Alright Trek, get your ass out here, it looks like we have a lot of chairs to dent.
{The crowd waits in anticipation of Triple Six Trek's entrance. And wait. And WAIT. Nothing. Malice is getting impatient inside the ring, and is seriously staring at the entrance. The crowd begins to yell and boo...... Malice is still concentrated towards the ramp.... and.....}
**CLANKKKKK**
King: Trek nails Malice with a steel chair from behind!!
Edgebrook: Triple Six Trek came through the crowd and snuck into the ring for
a cheap shot!!
*DING* *DING* *DING* 20:00
The referee signals for the bell. Trek is showing his index finger at the
ref, looking for a 1-0 advantage. But the ref is shaking him off, saying the
match hasn't started yet! Trek is still arguing..... SPEAR BY MALICE!
Malice just drove his shoulder into Trek's gut and took him down to the
chair-covered mat! Malice is up and drunk with anger! He picks up a steel
chair and is sizing up Triple Six! He SWINGS........ but Trek DUCKS!!!
**CRRRRRRRRRACK***
King: DUDE! HE JUST NAILED THE REF!!!
Edgebrook: The match just started, and the referee is out cold!!
King: I think this is the earliest ref bump in the history wrestling! Call it a good 20 seconds into the match!
Malice is looking at the downed ref. Meanwhile, Trek has picked himself up a chair as well. Malice turns around.......... **SMASHHHHHHH**...... Trek NAILS Malice across the head with the steel chair! But no referee to count the chair shot! Trek is now yelling at the ref that he's got ONE... but unfortunately the referee is out like a light bulb! The clock continues but no one to count.
Meanwhile Malice is up and charges his opponent! CLOTHESLINE BY MALICE! Malice takes him over the top rope, and Trek tumbles to the outside to a carpet of steel chairs! Malice runs to the ropes, bounces back and goes flying through the ropes! A DIVING PLANCHA towards Trek! But Triple Six wisely lifts up a chair to shied himself!!
**THUDDDDDD*
Malice goes flying head first into the steel chair! But no ref to count it! Triple Six Trek is the first to get to his feet. He picks up a steel chair and takes a long, hard look at his opponent. He takes a few steps back, walking on closed chairs... and he charges Malice!! A swing of the chair!! Malice ducks!! And he backdrops Trek up and over the barricade!!!!! TREK GOES FLYING AND LANDS ON SOME OF THE FANS!!!!!
Edgebrook: Did you just see that?!? Malice just took out half a dozen fans!!!! This is out of control!
King: Yeah! And fortunately for Trek, some fat Kentuckian broke his fall! But BY GAWD THE BEER THAT HAS BEEN SPILLED!!
Malice steps over the barricade and heads over to Trek. OOOOOOOH LOW BLOW BY TREK!!! Malice is keeled over, holding his family jewels in pain! TREK NAILS MALICE WITH A DDT ONTO THE CEMENT FLOOR!! Malice is out cold!!!!!!
Meanwhile, the referee is starting to stir inside the ring. He looks around, but can't find anybody! He has a perplexed and lost look, until he sees the combatants in the crowd! Trek is pushing aside some of the nearby bystanders........ GLWA security is starting to come in to restore order! Trek is looking around but can't seem to find a steel chair! Looks like all of them are either ringside or IN the ring! So he finds the next best thing! He grabs the beer vendor and takes his beer tray!!!
King: Good god no!!!
Trek takes the wooden box and SMASHES it across the back of Malice's head! Pieces of wood go flying! Beer sprays in every which direction! The fans are chairless... flattened by Trek... and now have no beer!
But wait!!!! Malice just shrugs off the pain! He's looking all around him and sees the fallen cups of beer. He stands up and LOOKS PISSED! Malice wipes the beer off his chest and tastes it..... YES, Trek just ruined perfectly good alcohol! Malice nails him with a right hand!! And another right!! And a third!!! Fans are cheering!! Trek is reeling back towards the barricade!!! Malice just gunning away with fists of fury!!! He throws Triple Six Trek over the barricade and back to ringside!!
15:00 REMAINING -- MALICE 0, TREK 0
Malice climbs over the barricage and now both men are back to ringside. Trek is up and trying to flee from the his riled-up opponent. But he's having difficulty stumbling backwards over the carpet of steel chairs. He trips and falls over as Malice looms over him! Malice goes over to pick him up...... but Trek has a chair in his hands!!! He swings it behind his head........
***STANKKKKKK***
..... and nails Malice!!! Malice falls backwards, and the ref saw THAT ONE!
14:25 -- TREK 1, MALICE 0
A quick chairshot by Trek and he breaks the ice! He gets to his feet and
doesn't look finished with Malice! Triple Six Trek picks up a brand new chair
and is headed towards his fallen opponent! But Malice senses danger and....
rolls underneath the ring?!?!? Trek runs after him but it's too late! Malice
disappears under the ring. Trek lifts the apron but can't seem to find his
opponent!
King: This is a disgrace of a match, James! Knocking out the ref... spilling beer... and now hiding undeneath the ring?!?
Edgebrook: And there's only been one dented chair, and that belongs to Triple Six Trek! As long as Malice is in hiding, Trek holds the advantage in the match!
King: Maybe Malice passed out!
Meanwhile, Trek walks over to another side of the ring... can't seem to find Malice. He then walks to the opposite side, lifts up the ring apron again...........
** SMAAAAAACK! **
A
chair just came out swinging from underneath the ring!! Trek falls backwards
on his ass! Malice comes out from underneath the ring with a steel chair in
one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other! The crowd is cheering!!
The referee is giving him the chairshot!
12:55 -- TREK 1, MALICE 1
Malice takes a swig of JD and puts the bottle down on the ring. Trek is getting up!!! Malice still with the same chair.... it won't count if he connects! He swings!! But Triple Six ducks!!!!!!
**LETTTTTTTTTTNER**
Malice just nailed a fan across the head!!!! GOOD GAWD!!! The man falls down and BJWC security is now rushing to his aid!
King: Does Malice know he�s supposed to be hitting TREK with the chairs, not the ref or the fans?!
Edgebrook: Maybe his aim is off! And that Jack Daniels doesn�t help!
Meanwhile Trek is able to pick up a chair and ram it into the gut of Malice!! Malice spews out booze from the chairshot! Right into the face of Trek!!! Trek is partially blinded by the sting of the alcohol, so he seeks refuge into the ring! That's been the safest place thus far in the match!! Except for the referee, of course!
And Malice follows right after his opponent. Trek still trying to clear his vision as Malice picks up a steel chair from off the canvas. The crowd cheers as Malice takes a nice wind up�. And the delivery!!!!
** SMAAAAAAAASH **
Right across the back of Trek! Doesn�t count!!! But Trek in agony!!! He falls against the turnbuckle. Malice charges with the chair!!! But Triple Six lifts his legs in self-defense!!! Right into the face of Malice!!! Malice reels backwards! Trek hops onto the second turnbuckle and goes for a flying clothesline�..
**PLUNKKKKKKKKK **
Malice nails a homerun with the chair across the cranium of Trek!!
10:02 � MALICE 2, TREK 1
Triple Six Trek just crumples to the chair-covered ground! With ten minutes left in the match, Malice just took a huge advantage! He throws the dented chair out of the ring, stumbles around on the steel chairs a bit, and picks up a new one. Malice winding up as Trek slowly gets to his feet�.. and the delivery!!!!
NO!!! Trek catches Malice with a boot to the midsection! He takes Malice�s head between his legs� lifts him up� POWERBOMB ONTO THE STEEL CHAIRS! Malice screaming in agony! Triple Six Trek slumps into the corner to take a breather! Both men are tired out!!!
Malice and Trek are slowly recovering� and each picks up a steel chair!!! Both are armed as they face off!!! Swing by Trek!!!!
**
WHAAAAAAACK **
8:55 � MALICE 2, TREK 2
Trek nails Malice across the head! He�s woozy but not going down!! Trek throws the dented chair out of the ring� But Malice still has HIS!!!
** BLLLLLOT **
8:45 � MALICE 3,
TREK 2
Malice nails Trek
with the chair!! But TST also not going down! Malice tosses the dented chair
away�. But Trek has been able to pick up a new one of his own!!! Malice turns
to face him!!!
**
TWAAAAAAAANG **
8:34 � MALICE 3, TREK 3
Trek lands a weak chairshot to the skull of Malice! But Malice won�t go
down!!! Trek tosses his chair away� now BOTH men picking up a new one! Both
Triple Six Trek and Malice have no clue what�s going on, they�re just swinging
away!! Each man sizes up the other!!! Both wrestlers swing their respective
chairs!!!!
** BADINNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG **
DOUBLE CHAIR SHOT!!
8:20 � MALICE 4, TREK 4
Malice and Trek just standing there!!! They both begin to sway!!! And both fall backwards down to the canvas!!!! The crowd is cheering away as both men are knocked out!!!
King: These two guys just knocked the screws out of each other!
Edgebrook: Both are down! Both are out! And the ref doesn�t know what to do! There are no countouts!! This has been one helluva ride so far!
Time counting down to seven and a half minutes as both Malice and Triple Six Trek begin to stir! It seems like neither guy knows where he is! Once again both guys take a steel chair into their hands! Malice is the first one up and at �em! He takes a swing at Trek!!!!
NO! TREK MOVES! The referee is right behind him!!!! Not again!!!!
NOPE! This time Malice FINALLY pulls back, stopping the steel chair mere inches from the ref�s head! He turns around to find Trek swinging!!
*SPLATTTTTTT**
He smacks Malice across the shoulder, sending him tumbling through the ropes and to the floor! The ref isn�t giving him the chairshot because it wasn�t to the head! Triple Six is none to pleased as he throws the chair down! He now picks up another steel chair and� he�s climbing the turnbuckles!!! Trek is going up with a chair in his hands!! He wants to put Malice away for good! He stands atop the top turnbuckle with the steel chair raised high in the air!!! He�s sizing up the jump!!!!!!
TREK LEAPS!!!!!!!!!!!
DOWN TOWARDS MALICE!!!!!
MALICE PICKS UP A CHAIR OF HIS OWN!!!!
HE SWINGS!!
TREK COMES DOWN!!!!
** WHAAAAAAAAAAAM **
DOUBLE CHAIR SHOT!!!!!
5:55 � TREK 5, MALICE 5
BOTH MEN OUT COLD!!!
BOTH MEN BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
CROWD IS CHANTING �HOLY SHIT�
Neither Malice nor Triple Six Trek is moving! And the clock continues ticking!! With five minutes left, the two men start stirring! Malice�s face is covered with blood! And Trek has red dripping down his face as well! Both men look concussed and out of it! They�re trying to make it to their feet. Each man grabs onto the ring apron to pull themselves up. Trek pulling himself into the ring. As is Malice. It doesn�t look like either has much left!
Each man in the ring on their hands and knees! Malice reaching for the chair, BARELY getting to his feet. Trek is on his knees! Malice can barely lift the chair!
**
PLLLLLLLLLUNK **
A weak chairshot to Trek�s cranium! Weak, but it counts nonetheless!
4:13 � MALICE 6, TREK 5
Trek crumples to the floor! Malice drops the chair and drops down as well! He has nothing left either! Four minutes and counting! Malice is content with the one chairshot lead! But Trek is trying to get up, he needs to get two more clean hits to Malice�s head!!
Triple Six using the ropes to get up� and has a chair! He�s headed over to Malice�
SWINGS!!
Malice ducks!!!
Trek misses!!!
Trek falls over!!!
** BLOTTTTTTTTTTT **
But
his backswing unintentionally hits Malice right in the face!!!
3:04 � MALICE 6, TREK 6
All tied up with three minutes left!!!! Both men now need to get one last chairshot in for the win!!! Malice up to his feet with a chair in his hands!! Trek up with a chair in his hands!!! Both are weak and wobbly!! They stand up and face off inside the ring!!! Who will make the first move?!?!
CROWD BEGINS CHEERING!!!
Malice looking around� Trek looking around�
It�s ROADKILL RUSHING DOWN TO THE RING!!! He picks up a steel chair as he
reaches ringside and slides into the ring!!! Trek and Malice both staring
him down! Roadkill standing in the ring looking at both men! Both Malice AND
Trek have interfered in his matches! What will RK DO!?!?!
1:00 REMAINING!
Now Malice starts mouthing off at Roadkill!! He�s yelling at RK to get out and pointing towards the entranceway! Malice gets right in his face!! And Roadkill is just sneering!!!
ROADKILL SWINGS HIS CHAIR AT MALICE!!!!
BUT MALICE DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY!!!!
** KAPOOOOOOW **
ROADKILL NAILS TREK ACROSS THE HEAD!!!
TREK DOESN�T GO DOWN, BUT IS SWAYING ON HIS FEET!!!
MALICE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY TO SWING HIS CHAIR AT ROADKILL!!!
30 SECONDS REMAINING
NOW ROADKILL DUCKS!!!!
** SHPPPPPPPPANK **
MALICE NAILS TREK AND DROPS HIM TO THE GROUND!!!
0:25 -- MALICE 7, TREK 6
ROADKILL KICKS MALICE IN THE MIDSECTION!!!!
ROADKILLER!!! ROADKILLER!!!
ROADKILL DROPS MALICE WITH HIS STUNNER!!
MALICE IS DOWN!! TREK IS DOWN!!!
AND THE CROWD IS CHEERING AS ROADKILL FLIPS BOTH MEN THE BIRD AND BAILS OUT OF THE RING!!!
AND THE CLOCK IS TICKING!
NEITHER MALICE NOR TREK IS MOVING
FIVE!!!!!
FOUR!!!!
THREE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!
ONE!!!!!
*DING* *DING* *DING*
WINNER OF THE DENTED CHAIRS MATCH: MALICE!
Edgebrook: What a match!!!
King: It was a great match, until ROADKILL showed up and cost Trek the match!!
Edgebrook: But he was going for Malice!!!
King: You can�t trust that bald-headed maniac anyway!!!
Edgebrook: Nevertheless, Malice takes this match, 7 to 6!
[Cut backstage to Yoshima �The One� Kawazughi, Kenji and Damien are either
side of him, Kenji to the left, and Damien to the right, both have smirks
across there faces, Yoshima has brought his King of Puroresu and RW Chaos
belts with him.]
Yoshi: Earlier, I said I would be beat Jake Cage�and I will. Though it will be my last act in the Great Lakes, I pledge it will be my greatest triumph. I have done it before, I will do it�again.
�No doubt.�
[Fade out�]
(Step Up by Drowning Pool hits the sound system.)
[A small pyrotechnic explosion shoots out of the entrance area.]
King: It sure will be. This is a fued continuing from AW.
# Broken... Yeah, you've been living on the
edge of a broken dream.
Nothing...
Yeah, that's the only thing you'll ever take away from me. #
[A mixture of boos and cheers. Mostly cheers.]
King: When was the last time you heard some of the fans, booing Yoshima Kawazughi?
Edgebrook: They must be drunk.
# I'm never gonna stop
I'm never gonna drop
Ain't no different than it was before. #
(Yoshima Kawazughi comes walking out in front curtain and stares down at the
ring. The contempt is visible on his face. )
# If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down. #
Lana Turner: And from Tokyo Japan, at two hundred and twenty eight pounds.. Yoshima "The One" Kawazu-u-ughi-i!!
(Yoshima takes his tank-top off and throws it to the floor. He steps into the ring. He walks closer, intimidating Lana Turner, the ring announcer. Again, proving he is not here to mess around. Kawazughi rises up on the opposite turnbuckle. He taps his chest then raises it above his head.)
[Another mix of boos and cheers. Again, you hear more cheers than boos.]
# If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down... #
(Yoshima jumps down from the turnbuckles, lands onto the mat, and starts to look in the direction of the entrance ramp.
Lana: Now entering,weighing in at 255 pounds. From Dieppe, New Brunswick Canada, a member of Team NWA and the National Wrestling Alliance North American champion! Jake 'Hardcore' Ca-a-a-age!
[The arena lights dim...]
King: The lights dimmed!!
Edgebrook: Nothing passes by you, does it?!
(The new Team NWA logo is featured on the giant screen. Jake Cage enters, flanked as usual by Tommy L. He mockingly sports a Team NWA black kimono and is eating a bowl of noodles with chopsticks as the crowd both jeers and laughs in response.)
Edgebrook: The continuation of a bloody feud up north here, but this ain't Atlantic Canada.
King: Exactly right. Wait! I said that already!! But, I know this for sure... Yoshima may be a champion up there, but here in the Great Lakes, this will look like a mis-match. Even Jake Cage isn't taking this serious.
(Jake steps through the ropes as Yoshima fumes in the opposite corner. Even Tommy is hiding a chuckle as Jake offers some noodles to the referee, then quickly hands the bowl to Tommy as he starts taking off the robe. Tommy with the robe across his right arm and the bowl in hand, he leaves the ring. Both Jake Cage and Yoshima Kawazughi walk to the center of the ring. They are nose to nose screaming and yelling at each other.)
King: There is obvious hatred, between these two!!
Edgebrook: It looks like they are about to tear each other apart.
(Yoshima puts his right index finger his Cage's face.)
Cage: Don't put your finger in my face!!
(Jake slaps Kawazughi's hand away. After a half second pause, Yoshima puts his right index finger back into Jake Cage`s face.)
Cage: What did I just tell you?!
(Jake shoves Yoshima back a few feet.)
King: A big shove, by Jake Cage!
Edgebrook: Now, didn't I tell you that there was some animosity, between these two?
King: You can defiantly tell, there is some hatred between these two.
(With controlled anger, Kawazughi looks at his chest, then looks over at Jake.)
King: Yoshima, trying to control his anger, walks back over to Jake Cage. This time, 'The One' pushes Jake Cage.
(Instantly, Cage swings at Yoshima and connects with right fist.)
Edgebrook: Yoshi is down!!
King: Closed fist!!
Edgebrook: He`s still down, isn`t he?
(Jake walks over to a fallen Yoshima Kawazughi.)
Edgebrook: 'Hardcore' Cage is putting down a few stomps to the body of 'The One' Kawazughi!!
King: Yoshi, looks out of it, already!!
(Jakes picks up Yoshima...)
Edgebrook: A standing dropkick. See!! Jake Cage CAN wrestle!!
King: It was just a standing dropkick.
Edgebrook: I would love to see you try to execute a standing dropkick. I bet you can`t even hop three inches of the floor.
(Richard King starts to stand up.)
Edgebrook: Sit down, Richard. Let me tell you
something, King. You may able to bully James Edgebrook, but tonight, you`re
just gonna sit there and do your damn job!!
King: Everyone around here, has completely lost their minds. Even you,
Edgebrook.
Edgebrook: Let`s just call the match.
(Cage drops an elbow across the ribs, of Kawazughi. Jake stands up and again drops an elbow onto the ribs of Yoshima.)
King: Two BIG, huge elbow drops by the NWA North American Champion.
Edgebrook: I see what Jake Cage is trying to do. He is gonna try and keep 'The One' grounded. With Kawazughi, being the quicker of the two, Cage is being smart and keep Yoshima, on the mat.
(Jake picks up Kawazughi for a vertical suplex. The bang, of the two bodies, crashing hard onto the mat, echoes throughout the arena. )
Edgebrook: A hard impacted suplex by Jake Cage.
King: Yoshi, is defiently showing signs of the effect, of the suplex.
(Yoshima arches his back in pain. Cage drops
another elbow across the ribs, of the fallen Kawazughi. Jake starts to slap at
Yoshima`s head.)
Jake: What`s a matter, tough guy?
(Cage stomps onto 'The One'.)
Jake: Can`t handle the competition?!
(Cage stomps hard, again, onto Kawazughi. Yoshima tries to swing at Jake.)
King: That swing had no power behind it.
(Cage stands up a wobbly Kawazughi.)
Edgebrook: Jake is talking smack, at expense of Yoshima Kawazughi!!
('Hardcore' kicks 'The One' in the midsection.)
King: Oh my God!!
Edgebrook: DDT!! DDT!! DDT by Jake Cage!!
(Cage drops two quick elbows onto the sore ribs of Yoshima.)
King: OH MY GOD!!
Edgebrook: Yoshima Kawazughi is coughing up blood!!
(Jake Cage sees the blood and begins to go on
a rampage. Cage kicks onto the mid section of Yoshima, several times.)
Edgebrook: Several brutal kicks, by 'Hardcore' Cage!!
King: Jake Cage is extra brutal, tonight!!
(Cage picks up Kawazughi and tosses him into the corner.)
King: Yoshi almost trips over his own feet,
as he crashes hard into the turnbuckles.
Edgebrook: But, Yoshima didn`t fall down. He is just bounced off the
turnbuckle, on momentum alone.
King: That`s 100% correct. 'The One' is totally out of it!!
Edgebrook: A hard lariat, by Jake!! Both, Kawazughi and Cage falls down hard.
('Hardcore' stands up and picks up Yoshima. He places him onto his shoulders...)
King: Could this be...?
[WHAM!!!]
Edgebrook: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! You know what that means?!? The...
Edgebrook/King: Cage Driver!!!
(Jake Cage looks as if he was setting up Yoshima Kawazughi for a vertical suplex. Cage as Yoshima up in the air. Jake turns around 180 degrees and lands a brainbuster.)
King: Devastating!!
Edgebrook: Jake indicates that`s the end and goes for the cover.
(The ref goes for pin count...)
Crowd: ONE!!!!!
Crowd: TWO!!!!
Crowd: THRE-EE-EE-E!!!
[ding... ding... ding...]
Lana: The winner of the match... Jake 'Hardcore' Ca-a-a-aage!!!
((The lights dim down, a single neon green spot light shines on the entrance curtain, almost bouncing on it�s target))
EDGEBROOK: Time to find out who will fight the GLWA champion at WrestleBowl!
KING: This isn�t even a match, Diesel may as well go home now
((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: It has been a long time since Warren has been on top of this company, he just can�t seem to get good footing since the BJWC merged
KING: He should feel lucky he�s even in this match
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 gorgeous pyro display kicks up as Diesel pops out of the curtain running through some smoke))
EDGEBROOK: What a fantastic fireworks display for Da Kid
KING: Much sound and fury, signifying nothing is all this is
##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 gold tights with �KID EGO� down the sides in black font and �GLWA� on the butt in white. 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: One has to wonder how Diesel�s mindset is with that crazed fan following him lately
##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: If that stalker was smart, he�d be following Jackson Dane instead
##"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##
Jackson Dane slowly walks down to the ring without the benefit of music or pyrotechnics.
Edgebrook: and here we go in this number one contender matchup.
Ego and Dane tie up in the ring. Ego whips Dane to the ropes, but Dane hits a shoulder block on Ego. Dane bounces off the far ropes and comes back at Ego, but Ego rolls under Dane and gets to his feet. Dane comes off the far ropes looking for a clothesline, but Ego ducks it and spins in behind Dane. Ego nails Dane with a huge German suplex.
Edgebrook: Hot Damn! What a german suplex by Ego.
Ego pulls Dane up to his feet
by the hair and lifts him up for a Northern Lights Suplex. Dane somehow
manages to get his leg free and kicks Ego in the face with it. Ego drops
Dane, who lands on top of him in a pin.
1�
Kickout
King: That was one hell of a counter by Dane.
Ego actually beats Dane to his feet. Ego stumbles towards a now risen Dane and nails him with a straight punch in the face.
***CRACK***
Ego�s punch connects with Dane�s nose, sending blood flying onto the mat and causing Dane to clutch at it.
Edgebrook: Good God! I think that punch just broke Dane�s nose!
Ego grabs Dane around the
waist and hits a belly to belly suplex, sending Dane halfway across the ring.
Ego walks up to Dane and covers him.
1�
2�
Kickout!
Ego rolls off of Dane and walks toward the top rope. Ego slowly climbs to the top rope. Dane quickly hops to his feet and runs toward Ego. Dane jumps to the top rope, but Ego catches him, turns him around, and hits a powerbomb to the floor!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Edgebrook: As the crowd just said, HOLY SHIT!
King: Diesel just powerbombed Jackson Dane from the top of that turnbuckle to the floor! And Ego managed to stay on the top rope!
Ego jumps off the top rope and nails a perfect elbow drop onto Ego.
Edgebrook: Ego just nailed an elbow drop and flew a good 9 feet in the air!
Ego pulls Dane to his feet and whips him into the steel steps. Dane�s head bounces off the steel steps, opening a cut in is forehead.
King: Come on Jackson. You�re not supposed to bleed to win the match.
Edgebrook: Jackson Dane is now bleeding from the nose and from that new cut on his forehead.
The referee�s count has
gotten to five, so Kid Ego rools into and out of the ring to brake the count.
Ego grabs Dane and whips him into the security barrier. Dane clutches his
back in pain. Ego whips Dane into the side of the ring causing the same
reaction from Dane. Ego slides Dane halfway into the ring, leaving Dane�s
head outside of the ring. Ego backs off, and then runs toward Dane. Ego
nails the side of Dane�s head with a monster dropkick. Ego slides into the
ring and covers Dane.
1�
2�
Kickout!
King: YES! As much as I hate to admit it, I don�t believe Dane just kicked out.
Edgebrook: Ego almost crushed his skull with that dropkick.
Ego pulls Dane to his feet
and kicks him in the gut� EGO BOOST! Ego covers again.
1�
2�
3�
NO!!!
KICKOUT!
Edgebrook: Jackson Dane just kicked out of the Ego Boost!
Ego turns to the referee, obviously flustered. The referee signal a two count. Ego shakes his head in disbelief and turns back to a risen Jackson Dane. Ego whips Dane into the ropes. Dane comes back towards Ego and Ego hits another EGO BOOST!!
Edgebrook: Another Ego Boost!! Ego�s got it here. Wait a minute!
A fan begins to climb the security barrier, distracting both Ego and the referee. Dane slowly gets to his feet and looks on shocked as someone begins to stumble drunkenly down to the ring.
King: Who the hell is that?
Edgebrook: Well, I�d say it�s either a drunk fan, or Malice. Looks like a drunk fan to me.
The referee leaves the ring to aid in the removal of the fans from ringside. The camera pans back to the ring to reveal Ace Slaughter standing behind both Ego and Dane.
Edgebrook: Turn around guys!
King: Don�t warn them. This is going to be awesome.
Slaughter has a chair in his hand. Dane turns around.
***CLANG!***
Jackson Dane just got his head caved in again, this time with the steel chair at the hands of Slaughter. Kid Ego, hearing the blast, turns around as well.
***Clang!***
Slaughter swing the chair again and nails Kid Ego. Slaughter begins to yell at the two me.
Slaughter: I told you two!!! I told you I would get you ! I hope you two choke on your own blood.
Slaughter throws the chair out of the ring and takes out a pair of brass knuckles. He quickly slams them down on the forehead of Jackson Dane, opening up his cut even more. Kid Ego is next, as blood now begins to drip down his face. The referee turns around as Ace Slaughter slips out of the ring and over the security barrier on the other side.
Edgebrook: My God! Look at all the carnage in the ring! Both men are down and bloodied.
King: It�s great isn�t it James? This is going to be one of those thing�s they�ll have to show in black and white on TV because of all the blood.
The referee begins to count
the double KO.
1�
2�
3�
4�
Both men begin to stir.
5�
6�
7�
Both men begin to get to their feet.
8�
9�
Both men come fully to their feet at the same time.
Ego places a punch at Dane,
but it gets blocked. Dane comes back with a punch to Ego. Dane pulls Ego
into position� The Spotlight! Dane covers.
1�
2�
3!!!
NO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
King: I don�t believe it! Ego just kicked out of The Spotlight. Dane pulls up and slams him back down with a powerslam. Dane climbs to the top rope and waits for Ego to get to his feet. Ego gets to his feet and Dane nails him with a missile dropkick. Dane covers.
1�
2�
Kickout.
King: Damn. That was close.
Dane pulls Ego to his feet and nails him with a spinning neckbreaker. Dane drags Ego up again and whips him into the ropes. Dane catches him on the rebound and DRILLS him to the mat with a powerslam.
EDGEBROOK: It has been all Jackson Dane lately in the match, at this point he can almost taste the #1 contender spot.
KING: This can�t be a considered a shock, I mean he is the Main Event after all.
Dane brings Warren to his feet, lining him up and connecting with a vicious clothesline, sending Ego to the mat.
EDGEBROOK: He�s calling for the Spotlight, if he hits this, this match is over and done with.
KING: Back to the bottom of the ranks for you Ego.
As Warren stumbles to his feet, Jackson connects with a kick to Diesel�s mid-section, doubling him over. Dane quickly grabs Diesel, lifting him up into powerbomb position. At the peak, Kid Ego starts peppering the face of Dane, then Diesel maneuvers his body around, grabbing the face of Jackson and DDTing him into the mat.
EDGEBROOK: That counter may have just saved the title hopes of Diesel Warren.
Jackson hits the mat, but pops up, albeit woozy. Warren steps back, lunges.
EDGEBROOK: The EGO TRIP!! Dane�s head might be in the third row.
KING: Lucky move.
EDGEBROOK: Both men are down and��wait��..oh no�..
KING: YEA!!!! HOORAY!!!! LONG LIVE TEAM NWA!!!
Sprinting down to the ring are Jake Cage and Jason Stallion, and they don�t look too happy. The former NWA tag champs slide into the ring, make a bee line for Kid Ego and start beating him with right and left hands. The ref quickly calls for the bell.
EDGEBROOK: This match is over, Diesel gets the DQ victory, but I really don�t think that matters right now as he is getting the tar kicked out of him right now by Stallion and Cage.
Stallion has Diesel in a piledriver position, steps over and drops Warren face first with a sickening thud.
EDGEBROOK: Stallion just BURIED Ego with the Testimony, and Diesel isn�t moving too much.
**The scene switches to Eric Bruce sitting in the locker room with James
Clash at his side, Eric is sitting on the bench looking down at his hands, which
are taped with red tape, he continuously stares down at his hands until Clash
smacks him on the shoulder. **
Clash: Come on man, it's almost time for your match, you gotta get psyched up.
Eric: Well, that's what I was doing until you decided to smack me.
Clash: What do you mean, you were just staring at your hands.
Eric: Yeah, I'm going through the match in my head.
Clash: What the f*ck are you talking about?
Eric: Are you serious? You never envisioned a match when you were active?
Clash: No, not really.
Eric: Well maybe that's why you won very few.
Clash: Shut the f*ck up.
Eric: I've got to concentrate on how I'm going to beat Nightmare tonight. I'm
not really worried about it, the thing I'm mostly worried about is that he isn't
gonna end up showing up for the match.
Clash: Yeah, because you impose fear in the largest of men.
Eric: You haven't ever been in the ring with me so you wouldn't really know now
would you?
Clash: Shut up and go back to being crazy and thinking about your match.
** Eric begins looking at his hands again, and rubbing them together in what
seems to be anticipation. **
EDGEBROOK: Up next tonight King is a match for the Brutality Championship and it�s a TLC Match. Adding to the volatile mix between these men is like tossing a match at an open gas can.
KING: To say that these two men dislike each other is on a level of understatement like Hitler wasn�t a nice man or that the Cleveland Browns has a sub-par football season. It will be everything our official can do tonight to keep these two from killing one another.
(Swan Dive by (hed)p.e.
hits the speakers and Eric Bruce emerges from the curtain, standing at the top
of the ramp with his arms extended at his sides. He is wearing a pair of knee
length baggy red shorts with black stripes down the sides. He is also wearing
red kneepads and a red elbow pad on his left arm. He slowly walks down to the
ring and
slides in as the Ring Announcer begins to announce him.)
LANA: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, in the ring at this time, the
Challenger, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing 6 feet 1 inch tall and
weighing in at 221 pounds, he is the challenger. Eric Bruce.
(Eric walks into the center of the ring and grabs the microphone from the
announcer.)
ERIC: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight you will witness history as I end that
worthless piece of trash Nightmare's pathetic career, You see, this isn't
about the Brutality title, this isn't about any money, this is personal. I
really and truly hate Nightmare.
EDGEBROOK: That, ladies and gentlemen, is a shoot; there have been several
intense moments between these two in this short but memorable feud. Bruce
doesn't like Nightmare and I think it kind of irks him that Nightmare has that
title.
KING: Didn't you just hear him say that this wasn't about the title?
ERIC: You see, the fact that we have this match at Love Hurts, well, it's
ironic to say the least, Love is a strong word, but so is Hate, and Love may
hurt, but Nightmare, tonight, Hate will kill.
(Eric drops the microphone and looks to the entrance, waiting for Nightmare to
emerge from the back.)
EDGEBROOK: So, Dick... how much carnage could we see in the next match?
(Suddenly the lights go out. "Let it Out" by Hoobastank begins to blare over the PA system.)
KING: That all depends on the mood of our Brutality Champ, Nightmare.
# This is ours, we made
it with our everything
Something real, as real as it could ever be
You gave me all of yourself, I gave you all of me
Now set it free from yourself, for everyone to see. #
(Twin spotlights hit the stage as Nightmare bounces out of the back.)
EDGEBROOK: Here comes Nightmare! And look at his eyes! He's all fired up!
# I'm not afraid to let
it out
I'm gonna show you how I feel
I'm not afraid to let it out
(who cares if you don't like it)
if you don't like it!! #
(Nightmare begins to walk to the ring he has a glare in his eye.)
EDGEBROOK: Look at the intensity, on the face of the Brutality Champion.
# Go ahead, you know
just what you want to do
Don't deny, you feel cause I feel it to
Take a look all around, you'll feel it in the air
From the sky to the ground, I feel it everywhere #
KING: You're actually right. Nightmare does look focused. First time for everything!
# I'm not afraid to let
it out
I'm gonna show you how I feel
I'm not afraid to let it out
[who cares if you 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] #
(Before the bell even rings, Eric charges at the champion and throws him backwards into the ring)
(DING! DING!)
EDGEBROOK: This is the type of aggressive behavior that the challenger has told us over the past few weeks to expect.
KING: And now that he has Nightmare in the ring, there is nothing to stop him for tearing the man apart.
EDGEBROOK: Eric now drags the stunned Champion back to his feet. Hard Irish whip by the challenger and he catches Nightmare coming back with the lariat.
KING: Eric Bruce will constantly be attacking tonight. That�s the only way to get to Nightmare.
EDGEBROOK: Bruce now working on the arm with a modified crucifix arm bar. The Champion is trying to fight out of this. Foot to the rope and our referee steps in to break up the hold�
KING: And Bruce is going until he�s at four before he�ll let go.
EDGEBROOK: We�re still waiting for the champion to get in a first offensive move here. Eric pulling up the champion again and tosses him right down onto the floor.
KING: That�s where the fun starts tonight. What�s Eric gonna grab first?
EDGEBROOK: It looks like the Challenger is going for a ladder right off the bat. Nightmare is up on his feet and Eric just drills him hard in the midsection. Another shot with that ladder, this time to the knee of the Champion.
KING: Eric is definitely showing he�s willing to be more brutal than the champion tonight.
EDGEBROOK: Another shot to the knee with the ladder hits Nightmare. Eric follows that up with one to the head. Nightmare went down like a sack of potatoes.
KING: All Eric now has to do is get a pin, but I think he has more pain in store before that happens.
(Eric slams the ladder down on top of his opponent. With Nightmare not moving, the challenger starts climbing the ring post)
EDGEBROOK: He can�t be this suicidal! Why is he going up top?
KING: The man wants to make a point.
EDGEBROOK: Bruce is up top. Nightmare looks like he�s stirring. The challenger is going for a� shooting star press.
KING: This will end Nightmare.
(As Eric launches himself in the air, the champion kicks the ladder up and rolls underneath the ring leaving Bruce to hit the ladder in mid-air, knocking him to the floor with a sickening thud.)
AUDIENCE: H@LY S#IT! H@LY S#IT! H@LY S#IT!
EDGEBROOK: Nightmare escaped! Now the challenger is down! But where is the Champion?
KING: Probably hiding after the beating that Eric had given him.
(Nightmare crawls out from under the ring with a large pipe wrench as Eric starts to stir)
EDGEBROOK: What is the Champion going to do with that wrench? It looks like something the ring crew left down here.
KING: Those guys have to keep better track of their tools. Someone could get hurt.
EDGEBROOK: Nightmare now pulling Eric back to his feet. (THWACK) He just hit Bruce right between the eyes with that wrench!
KING: Where is the referee? This isn�t a weapons match. It�s a championship match!
EDGEBROOK: It�s all legal in a Brutality match Dick. But now the Champion is going for a table. Bruce is busted open and now we can see the true nature of this rivalry; Good old fashioned HATE!
KING: Eric is starting to pull himself up�
EDGEBROOK: And he�s met as he rises by the Champion, Nightmare. Solid lefts and rights from the champ are staggering the challenger. Nightmare now hopping up on the ring apron and he�s dragging Eric with him.
KING: You mean he�s actually taking this match back inside the ring? Inconceivable!
EDGEBROOK: Nightmare is hopping up the ropes and�. SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT INTO THE TABLE! How did he come up with that move?
KING: I don�t know, but that took almost as much out of the Champion as the challenger.
EDGEBROOK: Nightmare with the cover on the outside�.
ONE�.
TWO�.
THR�. NO! Kick out by the challenger!
KING: That took a lot of guts for Eric to kick out. I wonder if it just wasn�t instinct�
EDGEBROOK: Whatever it was has kept this match going. Nightmare is slowly getting to his feet. The same can be said for the challenger. Bruce with a dive at the legs of Nightmare and connecting on the knee he attacked earlier.
KING: Neither man will be in much shape to wrestler for a week or two after tonight.
EDGEBROOK: Eric Bruce has a calculating style in the ring. He�s looking to cause the greatest amount of pain he can. Eric now dragging over the ladder and setting across the leg of the champion� He just jumped up and stamped on the ladder!
KING: Obviously working on the legs of the champion. A good strategy you�ve got to admit.
EDGEBROOK: Eric now tossing the ladder back into the ring, along with a new toy he�s pulling out from under the ring�. It looks like he has a folding chair.
KING: Now it�s the champion�s turn to worry. Eric has him by the hair and just tosses him into the ring�
EDGEBROOK: I�m not sure how Nightmare will be able to function on that bad leg. The challenger now with a hard whip that sends the champion in. Nightmare ducks the clothesline this time� Springboard moonsault! Cover�.
ONE�.
TWO�.
Kick out by the challenger!
KING: Every time I count out the champ, he keeps surprising me.
EDGEBROOK: And right now, you have to wonder what Eric Bruce has left in the tank. After that initial flurry, he�s put little together. Nightmare is up first, noticeably limping. Eric, pulling himself to his feet is close behind. Nightmare with a solid left. Eric right back with one of his own� Champion and challenger exchanging lefts�
KING: Notice how Nightmare isn�t getting much power behind those punches. He can�t drive off that injured leg�
(With a final Nightmare punch, Eric rolls with it and shoots himself back into the ropes)
EDGEBROOK: Bruce off the ropes� Spear! He just drilled the Brutality Champion and it looks like Nightmare is out cold!
KING: His head hit that steel chair Jimmy. The champ is out!
EDGEBROOK: Eric has to see this. Why isn�t he going for the cover?
(Eric slowly stands up
and picks nightmare up, he drags him to the corner and sits himself on the top
rope.)
EDGEBROOK: Oh he's going for The Apocalyptic Demise.
KING: The What Demise?
EDGEBROOK: It's one of his finishing maneuvers.
(Eric stands up on the top rope and pulls Nightmare up so he is standing on
the second Turnbuckle with his head between Eric's knees. Eric hooks
Nightmare's arms behind his back but Nightmare begins to fight. Eric pushes
him down and dropkicks him from his position on the top turnbuckle. He then
grabs the ladder and sets it up to the left side of the ring. He starts
climbing the left side while Nightmare sees this and starts climbing the
right. Eric reaches the top first and is lying in wait for Nightmare to reach
the top.)
KING: He's not in a good way to win the title.
EDGEBROOK: I think he's got something more sinister in mind.
KING: What's that?
EDGEBROOK: Just watch.
(Eric sits on the top rung of the ladder acting like he is exhausted from the
climb. Nightmare finally climbs up to meet him and tries punching him in the
gut but Eric kicks him in his face. He then grabs Nightmare and puts his head
between his knees and hooks Nightmare's arms behind his back. He yells at the
ref to hold the ladder and the
ref does so.)
EDGEBROOK: OH MY GOD, He's going to deliver the Apocalyptic Demise from the
top of that ladder.
King: This is nuts.
(Eric looks out over the crowd for a second and then jumps from his perch atop
the ladder and drives Nightmare hard down to the mat with a double underhook
face buster from the top of the ladder as the crowd begins chanting Holy Shit,
Holy Shit, Holy Shit.)
EDGEBROOK: OH MY GOD, NIGHTMARE IS DEAD!
KING: Bruce probably hurt himself on that move just as much as he did
Nightmare, what a moron.
EDGEBROOK: Whose side are you on in this match?
KING: The winning one� Bruce looks like he�s going for a cover!
EDGEBROOK: ONE�
TWO�.
THREE�
(DING! DING! DING!)
EDGEBROOK: That's it ladies and gentlemen; we have a new GLWA Brutality Champion in Eric Bruce.
KING: That's the third time the title has changed hands tonight.
EDGEBROOK: Yeah. Wait a sec....
What is our new champion doing?
KING: That looks like a variation on a camel clutch. Eric isn�t happy just
winning the title. He�s going to destroy Nightmare now that he�s won.
EDGEBROOK: Camel clutch into a Dragon sleeper. Bruce calls this the Creation�. Somebody get out here and help� Nightmare was still down when Eric slapped this on him�.
(Referees and EMT�s rush out from the back and try to pry the new champion from the fallen champion.)
EDGEBROOK: They have to get Eric Bruce contained before they can even attend to Nightmare.
KING: it now looks like they have Eric in a corner and the EMT�s are getting to work. Hopefully we�ll know something about Nightmare�s condition before the night is over�
EDGEBROOK: It�s time for the MidWest title to be put on the line, both of these guys are limping into this match, not much winning between the two of them lately
KING: It�s been Team NWA�s night, it�s only gonna get better baby
LANA: And now, weighing in at 285 pounds, from the outer realm of reality, Ace Slaughter!!
(A loud siren echoes throughout the arena. Some of the crowd is holding their ears. Two large white spotlights start to rotate around.)
Click, Click Boom!!
(Half the crowd is cheering loudly. The other half of the crowd is starting to boo.)
EDGEBROOK: That�s something I�m still not getting used to. The crowd is booing Ace Slaughter, loudly!!
KING: That�s correct, James. From what I have been hearing from the fans, is that, they don�t appreciate Ace Slaughter antics of late.
(Ace Slaughter walks out onto the entrance ramp. Slaughter is wearing blue jean shorts with 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. The crowd explodes with thunderous boos. Slaughter starts to walk, as he raises his fists into the air, smirking arrogantly)
#On those
Saturdays,
when kids go out and play,
yo I was VP in my room I let the stereo blaze,
wasn't faded,
not jaded,
just a kid with a pad and pen and a big imagination.
All this,
I seek,
I find I push the envelope to the line,
make it,
break it,
take it,
until I'm overrated.
#Click, Click
Boom.
I'm coming down on the stereo,
hear me on the radio,
click, click boom.
(Ace starts to thrash around along with the music. He continues to walk down to the ring.)
#I'm coming
down with the new style and you know it's buck wild.
Click, Click Boom
I'm on the radio station touring round the nation,
leaving the scene in devastation.
#I can see it
in my mind,
I can see it in their eyes.
(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 near the entrance ramp.)
#It's close
enough to touch it now,
but far away enough to die.
Click, Click Boom.
(Slaughter continues to slowly walk down the aisle, towards the ring.)
#What the
hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
but still you don't hear no cryin ass bitchin from me,
like there seems to be on everybody's CD
so just sit back and relax and let me have your head for a minute,
I can show you something in it,
that has yet to be presented,
oh yeah!
Click, Click Boom.
I�m coming down on the stereo, hear me on the radio station, touring around
the nation
click, click boom.
I�m coming down with the new style and you know it�s buck wild.
Click, Click Boom
I�m on the radio station touring around the nation,
leaving the scene in devastation.
(Ace gets to ringside. Ace Slaughter then 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. With a mixed reaction, from the crowd, Ace Slaughter raises his arms, to the crowd.)
Taylor: And his
opponent!
[The unmistakable chords of "United States of Whatever" by Liam Lynch begin to
play and the fans come to their feet. A blue spotlight focuses on the entryway
as the fans' noise builds.]
Taylor: He hails from Columbus, Ohio! And weighs in at 184Lbs.
[It could be argued Joey weighs much more than that tonight as he steps out
from the curtains much as we saw him in the interview earlier in full football
gear.]
Taylor: He is the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance Mid-West Champion.
[Brannon makes his way to the ring with the title around his waist and a bag
over his shoulder.]
Taylor: Joey Brannon!
King: What is this idiot doing?
Edgebrook: Evidently he's really taking protection to a whole new level.
[Ace Slaughter is ready to go in the ring, but Brannon stops at the end of the
aisle before getting to the ring. He sets the bag down and reaches in.]
Edgebrook: Let's see what Joey has in his bag of tricks tonight.
King: It looks like. is that police tape?
Edgebrook: Sure looks like it. Was there a crime here tonight?
King: Yeah, Brannon steeling that tape from an officer!
[Joey takes the yellow "Police Line - Do Not Cross" tape and stretches it
across the aisle from one side of the guard rail to the other. Once satisfied
the aisle is blocked he begins to take off the football gear.]
Edgebrook: So Brannon has set up a "Do Not Cross" line between the backstage
and the ring. Think that'll keep the rest of Team NWA away?
King: You. AND BRANNON. are idiots!
(As soon as Brannon slides into the ring, he is met by the foot of Ace Slaughter, who is feverishly kicking the lower back of Joey)
EDGEBROOK: I�m not sure if this is new attitude adjustment is paying off for Slaughter, I think he is trying to prove he belongs in Team NWA
KING: I think his new MidWest title will do it for him
(Slaughter pulls Joey Brannon to his feet, then following that up with a short arm clothesline as Brannon falls to the mat in a heap. Ace flexes a bit and the boos reign down)
EDGEBROOK: He almost took poor Joey�s head off with that nasty clothesline
KING: That�s what I like to see, send him back to his momma. She is quite the eye candy James, you�ll have to check her out
EDGEBROOK: You realize that Joey will probably watch this later
KING: *Gulps
(The member of Team NWA stand over Brannon, almost daring him to get up. Joey obliges, but is quickly caught in a side headlock. Brannon pops Ace twice in the side, then pushes Ace into the rope. The Superstar bounces back and drops Brannon with a shoulder block)
EDGEBROOK: This match has been all Ace Slaughter, just physically taking it to the smaller Joey Brannon
KING: Let the losing streak continue
(Ace drops a knee onto the back of the head of Joey, before bringing the MidWest champ to his feet. Slaughter sends Brannon hard into the turnbuckles, almost shaking the ring with the impact
EDGEBROOK: That cannot feel good on the old lumbars
KING: Thanks for the input captain obvious
(Slaughter charges, jumps and attempts a stinger splash. At the last possible second, Joey sneaks out of the way, watching Ace slam his head onto the top turnbuckle. When he staggers around, Joey runs up behind him, grabs his head in a bulldog position, jumps into the corner, pushes off and spin out driving opponent down)
EDGEBROOK: Acid drop bulldog by Brannon, finally some life shown by the MidWest champ
KING: It�ll be short lived, much like your prom night
EDGEBROOK: COVER!!!
1
2
�..Kickout
EDGEBROOK: No dice on the cover, it doesn�t appear that a single offensive move is going to keep down Ace Slaughter
KING: Why do you seem surprised?
(Undeterred, Joey pulls on Slaughter�s mask, bringing Ace to his feet. Brannon connects on two straight jabs, staggering back Slaughter before Joey can hit a swinging neck breaker, dropping Ace to the mat)
EDGEBROOK: Brannon picking up the pace here, which is defiantly in his best interests as Slaughter cowers over Joey
KING: He isn�t that smart, I doubt he even realizes it. Even on the small chance he is low
EDGEBROOK: Low?
KING: Well if he isn�t high, doesn�t that make him low?
EDGEBROOK: You are borderline retarded, I hope you are aware of this
(Joey leaps, attempting a leg drop, but Ace rolls out of the way, leaving Joey sitting on his backside. Ace quickly jumps to his feet and DRILLS Brannon with a spinal tap kick, a loud echo following his boot)
KING: That has to sting more than when you pee
EDGEBROOK: You are scum, you know that?
KING: So I�ve heard
(As Brannon stumbles to his feet, holding his lower back, Slaughter hoists Joey up in scoop slam position, before walking to the turnbuckle, ramming Brannon�s lower back in the buckle, then turning and slamming the Midwest champ down to the mat)
EDGEBROOK: He calls that the Tampa Bay Slam, and the lower back of Brannon cannot feel good right now
KING: He should of just stayed home
EDGEBROOK: Slaughter hooking the leg, going for a cover
1
2
3��.No!!
EDGEBROOK: Kick out and 2 and 3/4th by Brannon, barely holding onto his title at this point
KING: If not now, shortly here after it will belong to Ace
EDGEBROOK: Did you say if not now, then when like those god awful Dorito commercials?
KING: No why?
EDGEBROOK: Cause if you did, I was going to slit your throat with a rusty shiv, cause those commercials are the most annoying thing on God�s green earth
KING: Agreed, which is odd cause that�s never happened before
(Slaughter turns and begins arguing with the ref, turning his back on Brannon who is starting to stir. Ace jabs his finger into the chest of the ref, before turning around��directly into a high leg clothesline from Joey Brannon)
EDGEBROOK: It appears that Joey is once again trying to dictate the pace of this match
KING: Brilliant redundant comment James
EDGEBROOK: Hey, cut me some slack, it�s 1 AM and I told Robert I�d get him this match so he can post the pay per view on Monday. So if it�s not as witty as usual, just deal with it ok?
KING: What did you say?
EDGEBROOK: Nothing why?
(The member of Team NWA quickly pop up and doesn�t look pleased as he charges at the Midwest champ. Brannon reacts quickly, catching Slaughter and hoisting him into a Samoan drop setup, which Joey changes into a face first pancake drop, drawing a big OOOOOOH from the crowd)
EDGEBROOK: What innovation by our Midwest champ
KING: And he�s headed upstairs
(True to form, Brannon is perched atop the top rope, staring down at the prone Slaughter as the crowd rises to their feet)
EDGEBROOK: He is signaling for his Sky High Senton Bomb, if he gets this it�s over
KING: I wonder why he calls it the Sky High, Cheech
(Joey leaps and performs a breath taking Senton�..only to have a painful encounter with the mat as Ace Slaughter rolls out of the way. Both men are down as the ref begins to count)
1
2
3
EDGEBROOK: Neither man is really moving too much
KING: Slaughter will, just give him a bit. They don�t hand out monikers like Superstar to just anyone
4
5
EDGEBROOK: Both men starting to move a bit
6
7
8
KING: He�s up!!! Ace is on his feet
(Indeed, Ace Slaughter is first up and has began landing punches on the fallen Joey Brannon. Slaughter brings Joey to his feet, attempting to send him into the ropes, but Brannon reverses it, sending Ace running. Ace bounces back, just about the time Brannon drops his head, sending Ace SAILING with a back body drop, all the way to the outside of the ring)
EDGEBROOK: HOLY CRAP!!!
KING: He isn�t done yet
(The crowd is on their feet as Brannon is leaning against the back ropes. Brannon sprints, leaps�.)
EDGEBROOK: OH MY GOD!!!
KING: They are both dead, no question
(Joey connected with a suicide plancha, taking out Ace Slaughter while cracking his head on the mat at the same time. The ref is beginning to count again)
1
2
3
EDGEBROOK: This is why they call them high risk moves
4
5
6
KING: Ace will pull through, I have faith in him
7
8
9
EDGEBROOK: Neither of them are moving, we need to get some medical attention here
10
**DING DING DING**
EDGEBROOK: The match has ended in a double countout, but that�s not important at the moment as local EMT�s are working on both men.
COMMERCIAL
{Darkness}
{We're not in the arena anymore}
VOICE: Are you ready for it?
{Deep breathing can be heard}
VOICE: For years...it's been a staple of the wrestling community.
{Sounds of something along the lines of a truck engine, can be heard starting up}
VOICE: Many have fought for it...few have won it.
{Silence}
VOICE: Dan Dehart.
{Silence}
VOICE: Nick Yonce.
{Silence}
VOICE: Reaper.
{Silence}
VOICE: Merlin Reynolds.
{Silence}
VOICE: Robert Letner.
{Silence}
{Our pitch black silence is suddenly broken by the sound of a a large semi-truck blowing it's horn. The camera kicks on and we see President Robert Letner driving a semi-truck down the highway}
LETNER: WrestleBowl. Everyone wants it...few get it.
{Letner flashes a smile at the WrestleBowl VI ring}
LETNER: We're going back to Minneapolis, Minnesota. Former home of 'Billy Jay's Wrestling Company'.
{Letner puts both hands on the wheel}
LETNER: Let's see who can play with the big boys.
{The camera zooms back as we watch the semi-truck roll off down the highway}
LIVE FROM THE METRODOME IN MINNEAPOLIS,
MINNESOTA
WrestleBowl VI
April 24th, 2005
COMMERCIAL
::MAIN EVENT
ONE::
GLWA Heavyweight Title Match
Dmetri Wehrman (C) vs.
Jason Stallion
Edgebrook: The next match is sure to be one to remember ...
this year Love Hurts is capped off with a double main event. While the greedy
President Letner has hogged the spotlight for his so called show down with
Roadkill, just under his match on the card sit out GLWA Heavy Weight Title bout!
The reigning champion Dmetri Wehrman facing off against challenger - and recent
outright enemy - Jason Stallion!
King: GO STALLION! Team NWA will show the world here tonight that they mean
business by claiming yet another championship!
LANA: The following match is for one fall, and it is for the GLWA Heavyweight
Championship! Entering the ring first, now residing in Bountiful,
Utah...weighing in at 241 pounds, he is a member of Team NWA, he is Jason 'The
Reborn' Stallion.
[Jason steps through the curtain wearing a Team NWA shirt and a cross pendant.
He drops to his knees and spreads his arms wide to his people, with a sly smile,
pointing to the
heavens and nodding with confidence.]
Edgebrook: This is the one everyone's been waiting for. The biggest title
in the company contested by its two brightest stars.
KING: Jason Stallion has Team NWA, and God in his corner though, who's on Dmetri
side?
Edgebrook: He's the Last Man Standing, who says he needs the help?
KING: After tonight he'll be the Last Man Titleless.
[Jason leans himself against the ropes and gives his cross pendant to Jade and
steps into the ring.]
[Jake steps through the ropes as Yoshima fumes in the opposite corner. Even
Tommy is hiding a chuckle as Jake offers some noodles to the referee, then
quickly hands the bowl to Tommy as he stats taking off the robe.]
King: Trust me James ... The GLWA Title is changing hands tonight!
(The opening chords to Seven Nation Army strike and the packed house in Rupp
Arena explode)
Edgebrook: I think someone might have something to say about that! And here
comes the Heavyweight Champion. Nothing fancy tonight, but you can tell he means
business.
Lana: And making his way to the ring, from Wichita, Kansas... He is one half of
the NWA World Tag Team Champions and the GLWA Heavyweight Champion... Dmetri
Wehrman!
King: That man's introduction gets longer every night out... Is it over yet?
[Dmetri gets into the ring and raises his NWA Tag belt over his head as the GLWA
Heavyweight title is wrapped around his waist.]
Edgebrook: A definite contrast in styles tonight Dick. The Champion the
technical madman. The challenger the brutish strongman.
King: Where do you come up with that crap?
Edgebrook: Collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. The big Kansan
driving the former Television Champion back into the ropes.
(Dmetri hit a echoing chop which is met by the now ubiquitous WHOOOOO! The crowd
is now in a panic as the championship match kicks off.)
King: Now that will leave a welt on a body! That was Ric Flair style.
Edgebrook: Hard Irish whip sends Jason across the ring. Dmetri meets him with a
drop toe hold.
King: Dmetri is attacking the lower body of Stallion very early on...
Edgebrook: It looks like the Champion is attacking the knee of the challenger...
(Dmetri hooks in a knee stretch and starts to tug at the tendons of Jason's left
knee. As he wretches back Stallion screams, taking a shot at scratching Wehrmans
eye's, but produces no results.)
Edgebrook: The champions keeps his face just out of reach, Stallion isn't please
with his position early in the match.
King: Well no duh James. Jason's going to put a stop to this soon enough.
[Dmetri released the hold and when on the offensive, immediately attacking Jason
Stallion as he got to his feet, Stallion attempting to hold him off with a front
kick, but the champion caught his foot.]
Edgebrook: Dmetri with a Dragon Screw Leg whip! BOY! He snapped that leg that he
wanted to take it home with him. Stallion in flopping like a fish, Look King!
King: Yeah look, he's already getting up - WATCH OUT JASON!
[Stallion wasn't up two seconds before Wehrman met him head on pushing his back
against the ropes, and whipping him to the opposite side, and on the return trip
he delivered a Belly to Belly Suplex on the challenger.]
Edgebrook: Dmetri back to the legs with a Crucifix Knee Bar! It makes sense, you
take a man's legs and he can't walk -therefore he can't fight!
[Stallion managed to roll over and reverse the leverage and Wehrman had no
choice but to let go. Both men were on there feet instantly, Dmetri running in
with the clothesline, but he was ducked and countered before he could blink.]
King: YES! Stallion nail's the reverse neckbreaker! Wehrman never saw it coming!
Jason is on the offensive now putting the boot's to Wehrman - that's right!
TEACH HIM A LESSON!
Edgebrook: Stallion taunting him now, but he's favoring the right knee, so I
guess Wehrman could consider that a mission accomplished. stallion's pulling the
champion up b his hair - OH WHAT A STANDING CLOTHESLINE!
King: They might bench the same in the gum, but when it comes to brut strength
Jason Stallion has the upperhand!
Edgebrook: I'd have to agree with you there! He's forcing Dmetri into the
corner, and now he's chopping him down to size with hard shoulder thrust to the
stomach. Wehrman is on his ass in the corner - that's not a good position to be
in!
[Stallion stomped Wehrman back against the hard turnbuckle and then quickly
back-peddled to build up some speed. He sprinted forward slamming his knee flush
into the face of Dmetri Wehrman who crumbled to the mat and rolled to the
outside.]
Edgebrook: Did you see that King! What an impact - you could literally hear
bones breaking!
King: Now THAT'S what I'm taking about! ......someone just officially got the
upperhand.
Edgebrook: Who?
[Suddenly the crowd breaks into a chorus of boo's.]
KING: If you look at the ramp you'll find out.
[Jake Cage walks methodically down to ringside, flanked by Tommy L and staring
at the floored GLWA champion who is rolling around at ringside clutching his
face.]
Edgebrook: And so it begins, huh?
KING: They want to be out here early for the victory celebration?
Edgebrook: Don't be naive ... HEY! Stallion has gotten a chair and is
threatening to go outside and bash the champion! The ref is trying to stop him
... WAIT!
King: It's all apart of the plan, HAHAHA!
[As the ref is distracted holding a raging Jason Stallion back Jake Cage and
Tommy L have there way with Dmetri Wehrman! Cage nail's several body lifting
kick's to the stomach while Tommy K cheer's him on. Eventually they roll in back
in the ring.]
Edgebrook: Oh! Look at Stallion take advantage quickly tossing the chair and
making the cover!
King: That's the strategy of a true champion!
[Stallion make's the pin only getting a two count, furious is yanks Wehrman from
the mat, forcing him back into the corner.]
King: Jason has him cornered again, this is looking great for Team NWA!
Edgebrook: Stallion with a vicious chop!
[The crowd 'Whooo'ed as he nailed Wehrman's chest.]
Edgebrook: He's leaning way back for another one .... BLOCKED! The champion
turns Stallions back into the corner, look's like he's got some chop's of his
own! ONE! TWO THREE! The champion floats out of the corner sending Stallion to
the other side!
[Jason Stallion slammed into the turnbuckle stumbling out in pain holding
his back.]
Edgebrook: Here comes Wehrman! Spinning Back Breaker from the Champion! Stallion
in in pain rolling around in the ring! Dmetri is going for the leg's - Jake Cage
and Tommy L has distracting the ref - BUT WEHRMAN IS STILL PROCEEDING!
King: NO! He's got Jason in the Crab!
[Indeed Dmetri Wehrman locked in the Boston Crab wrenching on the back and neck
of Jason Stallion, who could do nothing but scream in pain while Cage argued
with the ref.]
King: Get off the mat you goofs! He isn't going to let Jason go - It doesn't
matter!
[This went on for nearly a minute before Cage had finally seen enough and
attempted to enter the ring prompting the Champion to release the hold. Stallion
curled up mid ring clutching his back while Cage retreated quickly seeing that
the job was done. Wehrman turned his attention back to Stallion.]
Edgebrook: I can't say I agree with that move by the champion ... surely Cage
attacking him would have warranted a DQ - they'd never do that, it was obviously
a cheap ploy to get Stallion released ... dirty tricks.
King: Hey, watch it ... that's the future of the company you're talking
about there.
Edgebrook: Well the future is about to meet the present! Wehrman tracking
Stallion down, who's trying to pull himself up in the corner ... Stallion with a
quick boot but Wehrman caught it! He's leading Stallion out hopping on one foot
- Jason is begging him!
King: Stallion with a Spinning heel Kic -- HE MISSED! Dammit!
[As Stallion's leg floated over the lowered head of Dmetri Wehrman is spun
around wrapping his leg's within Jason's.]
Edgebrook: FIGURE FOUR! The Champion has the Figure Four Leg Lock locked in!
Shades of Ric Flair! Stallion is trying to fight back but there isn't anything
he can do!
King: He's trying to roll it over. Go Jason!
Edgebrook: Indeed Stallion is going to give it a go, but Wehrman resist, the
champion is determined to hold his ground!
[Stallion uses his hands for leveraged successfully reversing the leg
lock.]
King: Stallion reverse - NOOOO!
Edgebrook: The momentum was too much and the champion rolled the both of the
back over! It's still locked in, Stallion in about to tap!
[The position of the ref allowed Jake Cage and Tommy L to push the bottom rope
toward there helpless friend without being scene. Jason Stallion gripped the
rope barely and screamed to the ref who immediately noticed it and forced the
champion to break the hold.]
Edgebrook: Does he want to win the title like this? By Cheating?
King: Only the 'W' matter's James, you know that.
[Wehrman prowled and let Stallion get to his feet, which proved to be a mistake.
Dmetri locked in for a German Suplex, but Stallion was able to block it with his
good leg, spinning around and connecting with a German Suplex of his own.]
King: Stallion with a German Suplex out of no where! He's back up, and on
Wehrman like white on rice!
Edgebrook: Stallion with a kick to the gut, he hooks the arm and nail's a
swinging Neck Breaker! The Champion is hurt and Jason Stallion isn't wasting a
step pulling Wehrman right back up to his feet.
King: He's going for The Testimony - Wehrman with a reversal forcing Stallion to
the ropes!
Edgebrook: Wehrman lock's in the Cobra Clutch as Stallion passes by stopping him
dead in his tracks! Stallion is freaking out!
King: Calm down Champ!
[The crowd went into a frenzy as Jason Stallion arm's began to drop, but before
roar's got too loud Stallion made a move slinging his leg back into a vicious
mule kick.]
Edgebrook: LOW BLOW REF! LOW BLOW!
King: Is this a man's sport, or what Edgebrook?
Edgebrook: Stallion is back on his feet, and Wehrman is now on his knee's.
The challenger brings the Champion to his feet and delivers a swift kick to the
gut .... Setting him up .... POWERBOMB! Jason Stallion just dropped the champion
in the center of the ring, he has no where to go!
King: Stallion's going up top!
[Jason mounted the top rope and flexed for the crowd before launching himself
into the air, nailing a hard elbow drop across the chest of Dmetri Wehrman.]
Edgebrook: STALLION COVERS! ONE! TWO! The Champion kicked out! I don't know how,
but he did!
King: How the hell can that official be so biased! That was a three count!
Edgebrook: A remarkable kickout by the Champion. Stallion looks stunned.
King: He should be. He had Dmetri beat clear to rights.
Edgebrook: Stallion now jawing at the official as the Champion is clawing back
to his feet. What arrogance! How can you turn your back on the Champion like
that?
King: Well, Jason is a part of Team NWA...
Edgebrook: Say no more... Stallion finally turns his attention back to Dmetri...
and Dmetri meets him with a sharp boot to the midsection.... He
can't be going for it...
(Dmetri hoists Jason up and hits a sitdown piledriver. The crowd exploding at
this move)
King: Shades of Mr. Wonderful Paul Orndoff there.
Edgebrook: Cover....
One....
Two....
King: STALLION KICKED OUT! yeah!
[Wehrman is baffled as the ref signals that he only got a two count. He slowly
raises to his feet smiling pulling Jason up by his hair.]
Edgebrook: Stallion out of no where with a right hand ... another ... a left ...
The champion isn't responding, he's all out of gas! Stallion forces his back
against the ropes and sends him for a ride.
King: Flying Forearm! Wehrman is down! Wehrman is down!
Edgebrook: Wait! He's up! He's up .... Stallion with a boot to the mid section
.. ANOTHER POWERBOMB ... NO! Wehrman with the reversal driving the face of Jason
Stallion into the Mat hard! The constant attacks on the neck, back and legs have
obviously done the job on Jason Stallion. He can't even respond to that amazing
reversal.
King: He's just catching his breath. He's got plenty of steam left in him.
Edgebrook: Stallion pulling himself back to his feet. Dmetri stirring but still
down. Stallion is going to be looking for the Testimony. He pulls Dmetri to his
feet. Hard shot into the ropes...
King: Here it comes...
Edgebrook: Dmetri ducks the clothesline. Back off the ropes... Swinging
neckbreaker by the Champion!
King: NO!
Edgebrook: Dmetri quickly back up. He's got Jason by the arm... Short whip into
the corner... He's going for the Last Chance!
King: Someone get out here! I don't care who!
Edgebrook: Stallion is set up!!
(A huge pop from the crowd and a crashing thud from the ring)
Edgebrook: and he's down! Dmetri hit the Last Chance!
King: Hurry! Somebody get out there and save Jason!
Edgebrook. Dmetri is going for his STF.... He's got it locked in and he's
cranking back on the neck of the challenger.
King: Stallion has escaped the Indian Death Lock and the Figure four tonight. He
can get out of this...
Edgebrook: Stallion is screaming in agony... He's not tapping! He's not tapping!
He's grabbing the ref - HE SHOVES HIM BACKWARD! The ref's head just bounced off
the mat, he's out cold ... this isn't good.
[Dmetri releases the hold and gets to his feet to check on the ref.
Meanwhile Jake Cage has entered the ring, striking Wehrman from behind with a
right hand pushing the champion to fight back. This continues until Jason
Stallion managed to get to his feet and take down the champion with a hard chop
block.]
KING: Advantage Jason! The #1 contender gains the upper hand!
Edgebrook: No, don't let it end like this.
[The two beat on Dmetri, picking him up for a spike piledriver by Jason. As Jake
grabs Dmetri's legs the fans roar as Yoshima Kawazughi runs out to the ring.]
Edgebrook: NO, wait! It's the One! It's the One!
[Yoshi plows into the ring and the Cage Brothers quickly pull out, hightailing
it to the floor as the fans pop loudly.]
KING: Ah geez, listen to these fans.
Edgebrook: The sides are even now.
[Dmetri is staggering to his feet as he sees Yoshi shouting at the Cage
Brothers. He taps Yoshi on the shoulder and motions him to the back, as the fans
look on with curiosity.]
KING: He's sending away his help??
Edgebrook: I think he wants to win it himself. Yoshi seems to be complying.
[Yoshi nods and heads out of the ring, as Jason slides back in. The One gets as
far as the ropes, before changing his mind and stepping back in. Once Dmetri is
staring down
his challenger, Yoshi strikes with a vicious kick to the back of the head.]
Crowd: Ooooh!
[The shot drops Dmetri in a single blow, as Yoshi looks over the GLWA champ,
then at Jason Stallion, who gives him the thumbs-up. Yoshi smiles back, then
slides out of the ring to stand at the entrance ramp, shaking hands with Tommy L
as Jason tries to rustle the ref to his feet.]
Edgebrook: Oh God no! Yoshi just floored him with that kick? Did he sell out??
KING: YES! The One sold out for the money and the fame! Jason Stallion is going
to becomethe next GLWA champ, I can feel it!
Edgebrook: Stallion is regaining his senses - look at that sick grin! He pull's
up the champion, whipping him into the ropes ... TESTIMONY! TESTIMONY!
King: It's over! He make's the pin!!
ONE .....
TWO .....
THREE!!!!
NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Lana: The winner of the match, by pinfall, AND NEW GLWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
TEAM NWA MEMBER JASON STALLION!
[The ref hand's Stallion his newly won GLWA Heavy Weight Title as he pumps his
fist to the crowd, then signalling his running mate's back down to the ring.
Jake Cage, Tommy L, Jason Stallion, and the newest member of team NWA Yoshima
Kawazughi filled the ring rope corner to corner surrounding fallen champion
Dmetri Wehrman.]
Edgebrook: Look at this! This is sick!
[The all took there turns picking off the former champion Wehrman as he tried to
get to his feet over and over again. Stallion capped it off by hitting another
Testimony, and then Jake Cage added insult to injury nailing Cage Driver on the
GLWA title.]
EDGEBROOK: This beating is just savage, Team NWA is beating the tar out of Dmetri Wehrman
KING: They have been on quite the rampage today
(Jake Cage pulls Dmetri to his feet, a difficult task since Wehrman is pretty much dead weight. Stallion picks up a steel chair as Cage has the arms of Dmetri pinned away)
EDGEBROOK: GOD HELP HIM! If he takes this shot he might never wrestle again
KING: This could be bad
(Stallion looks at the chair in his hand, then to Jake, then back to the chair. He takes a deep breath, charges and demolishes Dmtire, just drilling him flush in the face, denting the chair)
EDGEBROOK: OH MY GOD!! HE MAY HAVE KILLED DMETRI!!!
(The Last Man Standing crumples to a heap, the blood flowing from his face as Jake and Jason hug, standing over the prone body of Dmetri)
EDGEBROOK: This is sick, do you hear me, just sick!
KING: Long live Team NWA!
(The crowd stands as two figures are sprinting down the aisle. Team NWA sees them, and slides out of the ring, big smiles on their faces)
EDGEBROOK: It�s Kid Ego and Gavin Williams! What are they doing here
KING: I�m already sick of this Gavin kid
(Kid Ego, sporting a very large bandage over his forehead from his earlier beating, goes to turnbuckle and talks trash to Team NWA while Gavin attends to the bloody mess that is Dmetri)
EDGEBROOK: It�s just been a night of beatings for Team NWA, first Diesel Warren and now Dmetri Wehrman
KING: They must not like the initials DW.
{Camera's cut to the back where we see Nightmare, being cared for in the first-aid room of the arena}
EMT: Okay, Mr. Nightmare. We have everything stitched up.
{Nightmare sits up, instinct having him touch the stitches on his forehead}
{He jerks back with the pain}
NIGHTMARE: I can't believe Eric Bruce beat me. THEN...after I supposedly get my title back for the SECOND time tonight, that 'pain in the ass' Letner, walks out and takes my title.
{Nightmare hops off the table}
NIGHTMARE: But you know what...that's fine. I'm a man and I can handle it. Tonight...I am giving Letner one options. He win sign a match for me and him...
{Nightmare smirks}
NIGHTMARE: ...in a Casket Match. If he doesn't...I'll be the fly in his soup; the itch he can't reach; the cockroach that will never die.
{Nightmare looks at the EMT}
NIGHTMARE: Tonight...Letner will find out he didn't train some mid-carder...
{A small chuckle}
NIGHTMARE: ...he trained a Nightmare!!!
{Ba-dum-bum-cha...pun is SO intended}
{Nightmare walks away}
{The Cage Brothers are spotted as they are walking down the hall}
CAGE: 'Bout time you win some REAL Gold.
{Jake Cage smacks the GLWA Heavyweight Title that now weights on Stallion's shoulder}
STALLION: Feels good...damn good.
{The Cage Brothers turn the corner an find themselves at the Locker Room of President Robert Letner}
{The knock}
CAGE: Letner is going to love this.
{The door opens and standing there is Letner, dressed in an old black 'BJWC WrestleBowl VI' shirt and a pair of black jean shorts}
STALLION: Well don't we look...'spiffy.'
LETNER: Yeah-yeah, shut up.
{All three of them walk into the dressing room, shutting the door behind them}
CAGE: So are you ready for your match?
LETNER: I've been ready for this. Ever since Roadkill stuck his nose back into the GLWA...all bets were off.
{Letner paces back and forth}
LETNER: And I can't wait to win and finally retire this ass-clown, once and for all.
CAGE: HA!!! You called him an ass-clown.
{Letner looks at Cage}
CAGE: What? It sounds funny.
{Cage smirks}
LETNER: Honestly though. Tonight, I will retire Roadkill for good. No titles...no honors...no nothing. One thing is on the line here...his career.
{Letner walks up to Stallion}
LETNER: He wins...I send him to you.
{Letner slaps the GLWA Heavyweight Title}
LETNER: He loses...he is gone forever.
STALLION: Sounds good to me.
{Letner turns around and walks to the door}
LETNER: Good. Because I'm about to make history.
{Letner opens the door and walks out}
::MAIN EVENT
TWO::
Modified Pure Hell Match
President Robert
Letner vs. Roadkill
If Letner wins,
Roadkill retires.
If Roadkill wins, he gets a GLWA HW Title shot.
EDGEBROOK: Here we go folks. The second Main Event of the night...and the final chapter of this years Love Hurts.
KING: Then lets end this show with a bang.
{Camera's show the monster called the 'Modified Pure Hell Match}
EDGEBROOK: For those who don't understand...let me explain this match. Surrounding the ring is a barbed-wire Hell-In-A-Cell cage. Between that and the ring, are two tables on each side of the ring. And not only are they there, but they are on fire.
KING: Sweet.
EDGEBROOK: The ring itself is even covered by an inch-thick steel grate.
KING: Ouch.
EDGEBROOK: On top of the cage, is two tables. Stacked on those, is a ladder. And finally...standing high-above the ladder...are 100 fake GLWA Titles.
KING: So how do you win this thing again?
EDGEBROOK: Well the winner is the first person to go up this contraption, grab a title, wrap it around his waist and then either pin his opponent inside the cage or on the outside mats. If somehow, that title comes lose and touches the floor...then he must go BACK up to get a new one. The fake title can NOT touch the floor, otherwise it is ruled invalid.
KING: Nice touch.
EDGEBROOK: Well then, Dick. Let's get this party started.
{The lights go out in the arena. A murmur of
excitement floods the crowd}
RESIDING IN MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO
POUNDS...
{A low thunder echoes throughout the arena}
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}
ANNOUNCER: And from Cleveland, Ohio...weighing in at three-hundred and thirty pounds...
{Fan already start to boo}
ANNOUNCER: ...he is the Owner and President of the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance...
{Dramatic Pause as more booing fills the air}
ANNOUNCER: ...ROBERT LETNER!!!
{'Anxiety' by Black Eyed Peas fills the arena as Letner steps out of the back with the 'BJWC WrestleBowl VI' shirt on and the black jean shorts on}
#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)
{Letner walks down the aisle way, cracking his knuckles}
KING: Now there is a man's man. He hasn't wrestled since Mid-December and he comes out here now for the fans.
EDGEBROOK: Shut your dirty face, you ass kisser. He's coming out here to get his ass whooped on by Roadkill.
#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 gets to halfway down the aisle and looks at the Modified Pure Hell Cage}
{He smirks}
EDGEBROOK: Sick bastard.
#Shackle and
chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an itch on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I might just hydroplane
{Letner finally gets down to the ring}
#I don't fear
none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from oozies
I've been dealing with something that's worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and that's the
The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoia's brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
{Letner makes his way to the stairs and
walks up them as the ref opens the cage door}
{Music fades}
{Ref locks the cage door from the outside}
{Call for the bell}
~ DING, DING, DING ~
EDGEBROOK: And here we go folks. The final match of what has turned out to be one HELL of a Love Hurts.
KING: Both men into the middle of the ring as they lock up. Roadkill gains the early advantage, getting Letner into a side headlock.
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill pulls back...AND HITS LETNER RIGHT ON THE HEAD. Letner falls to the mat.
***WHOOOOOSH***
{Flames explode from the sides of the ring}
KING: AND there goes the tables.
EDGEBROOK: Damn, I can feel the heat over here. Imagine what it is like in the ring.
KING: Not sure, but Letner is back to his feet. But Roadkill floors him with a clothesline. Letner back up....another clothesline.
EDGEBROOK: Letner is slow getting up the third time as Roadkill is going for the hat-trick...NO!!! Roadkill went for it, but Letner ducked. Roadkill turns around, kick to the gut. Letner jumps...SCISSOR KICK TO THE BACK OF ROADKILL'S HEAD. HE JUST DROVE ROADKILL'S FACE INTO THE STEEL GRATE!!!
{Roadkill is slow to move as we already see a small gash on his cheek, which is bleeding a small bit}
KING: Letner goes back, bounces off the ropes. He goes for a leg drop...BUT ROADKILL MOVES!!! Letner is rolling around, grabbing at his rear-end.
EDGEBROOK: He could of broken his tail-bone. He's seven foot tall, that's a far fall down for a leg-drop.
KING: DAMN!!!
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill just hit a huge dropkick to the face of Robert Letner. Letner is down.
KING: And there goes Roadkill.
{Roadkill walks to the cage door as an outside ref opens it}
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill gets halfway through the ropes before Letner grabs him. He wraps his arms around Roadkill...SUPLEX ONTO THE GRATE!!!
KING: Roadkill is grabbing his head. Letner grabs him and pulls him to his feet...LOW BLOW!!! Letner is grabbing for his family jewels...this isn't fair.
EDGEBROOK: All's fair in love and war. Roadkill grabs the stunned Letner...ROADKILLER!!!
KING: Aw hell. Letner is busted open.
EDGEBROOK: Well don't worry King. Roadkill can't win by pin just yet. He has to go get one of those titles.
KING: Roadkill climbs out of the ring. Letner is barely moving on the inside.
EDGEBROOK: Wait...what is he doing?
{Roadkill walks over and grabs one of the left-over bent up chairs from the earlier BJWC Dented Chairs match}
KING: Letner is slowly up as he sees Roadkill. He crawls over and is halfway out.
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill is ready...he winds up...
***CLANG***
EDGEBROOK: ....HE JUST CRUSHED LETNER'S SKULL!!!
KING: Oh our poor President. At least Roadkill can't use that chair. It's beyond broken.
EDGEBROOK: Well Roadkill is reaching carefully, into the bottom of the cage. He can't pull anything THAT good out. I mean the cage only has holes like a regular fence.
KING: You spoke too soon.
EDGEBROOK: ROADKILL HAS A NINE-IRON!!!
{Roadkill smirks and climbs back up into the ring}
EDGEBROOK: Letner slowly back to his feet as Roadkill measures him with the nine-iron.
KING: HE MISSED!!! Letner kicks him in the gut, grabs him....LETNA-BOMB ONTO THE STEEL GRATE!!!
{Letna-Bomb was Letner's old finisher. It is a sitting powerbomb}
EDGEBROOK: Well it hurt Letner too. He landed on that sore tail-bone of his.
KING: But he is still moving. He is up to his feet and making his way to the door.
EDGEBROOK: Well Roadkill is slowly coming around.
KING: Too late...our President is already on the outside, staring at the huge monstrosity he has to climb. AND THERE HE GOES!!!
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill is to his feet. Wait...he sees Letner climbing the cage. What is he doing?
{Roadkill goes to the opposite end of the ring}
KING: He runs...jumps...AND DROPKICKS THE CAGE...SENDING LETNER A GOOD EIGHT FEET TO THE GROUND!!!
EDGEBROOK: Letner looks hurt and he looks...unconscious.
KING: And here comes Roadkill.
{Roadkill climbs out of the cage and walks over to stand above Letner}
EDGEBROOK: He pulls Letner to his feet...AND WHIPS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE CAGE!!!
KING: Letner looks...OH GOD!!! Did you see the skin peel off his face as he pulled himself from the cage?
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill takes a step back...charges...HE'S GOING TO SPLASH LETNER BACK INTO THE CAGE!!!
KING: LETNER MOVED!!! LETNER MOVED!!! ROADKILL SLAMMED INTO THE CAGE INSTEAD!!!
EDGEBROOK: While Roadkill falls to the mat, there goes our President...climbing up the side of the cage.
KING: And there is no way that punk Roadkill will catch him now.
{Letner climbs to the top of the cage}
KING: Get a title Letner...GET A TITLE!!!
EDGEBROOK: Wait...what is he doing?
KING: HOLY SHIT!!!
{Flashbulbs pop}
EDGEBROOK: LETNER JUST JUMPED OFF THE TWENTY-FOOT CAGE, HITTING ROADKILL WITH A HUGE FROG SPLASH!!!
KING: Both men are down and hurt. I didn't even see Letner bounce...that can't be good.
{A few moments of silence from everyone}
KING: Wait...Letner is moving, slowly...but he's moving.
EDGEBROOK: Well...Roadkill is starting to move to. Both men up to their feet. Letner swings at Roadkill...but he ducks...ROADKILLER!!!
KING: Not another one.
EDGEBROOK: Letner is out cold on the entrance ramp and Roadkill is already starting up the cage.
KING: Come on Prez...get up.
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill is at the top of the cage. He climbs up onto the tables...up the ladder...
KING: LETNER IS MOVING!!!
EDGEBROOK: ...he's on top of the ladder...reaching...reaching....HE'S GOT A TITLE!!!
KING: The ladder is shaking...if he wants down, he better hurry.
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill straps the title around his waist....and raises his hands into the air.
{Fans explode}
KING: Roadkill...THE LADDER IS TIPPING. ROADKILL FALLS HARD ONTO THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill looks hurt.
KING: Well while everyone was watching Roadkill fall, Letner has just made his way to the top of the cage.
EDGEBROOK: Yeah he did. Letner sets up the ladder again. He climbs the tables, up the ladder...and grabs a title himself.
KING: Now is where this becomes fun.
EDGEBROOK: Letner is climbs down to the top of the cage and pulls Roadkill to his feet.
KING: Wait...here comes Nightmare. He is just walking slowly to the ring.
EDGEBROOK: Well while you are watching Nightmare...I'm watching one hell of a fight. Letner hits Roadkill with a left...and a right...and another left. He grabs Roadkill...HUGE DDT!!!
KING: Letner grabs that ladder, pulls it off of the tables. He sets it on top of Roadkill.
EDGEBROOK: What is he doing?
KING: He just took one of the tables and put it on top of the other. He climbs to the top of them...jumps...HUGE LEG DROP ONTO THE LADDER.
***CRACK***
EDGEBROOK: HOLY SHIT!!!
KING: THE CAGE TOP JUST BENT IN!!!
EDGEBROOK: Letner reaches under the mangled ladder and rips the title off of Roadkill's waist.
KING: Your boy is toast, Edgebrook.
EDGEBROOK: Shut your mouth. Look at Roadkill's face...it is just covered in blood.
KING: Letner pulls Roadkill out from under the wreckage now. He pulls him over to the edge of the cage, grabs him by the throat...
EDGEBROOK: Oh no.
KING: Letner picks Roadkill up...AND CHOKESLAMS HIM OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!
{Roadkill comes flying down and smashes
through the announcers table}
***CRASH***
EDGEBROOK: Roadkill is laying here in a crumpled mess. We need the EMT's down here, now.
KING: Letner is smirking. Wait...NO!!!
EDGEBROOK: Letner turns around to look at Nightmare. All this time, Nightmare was slowly making his way up the cage.
KING: Letner is caught off guard with a kick to the gut. NO!!!
EDGEBROOK: DARKEST DREAMS ONTO LETNER!!! IT TOOK EVERYTHING IN NIGHTMARE'S BODY TO HIT IT...BUT LETNER IS OUT COLD ON TOP OF THE CAGE.
KING: Nightmare pulls a bloody-beaten Letner to his feet. DROPKICK AND LETNER GOES FLYING OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!
***CRASH***
{Letner smashes through the Spanish Announcer's table}
EDGEBROOK: I hate to say it...but I even think Letner is going to need some help. I don't care what happens now. Both men are broken and bloody. We need EMT here now.
{The refs walk over and check both men}
~ DING, DING ~
KING: Wait...what happened?
EDGEBROOK: The ref called the match because both men were unable to go on.
{A group of EMT's come rushing down to the ring}
KING: I feel a sense of emptiness.
EDGEBROOK: Don't worry Richard. Something tells me this feud isn't over...and Letner's feud with Nightmare...is just beginning.
{The camera pans out showing Nightmare standing on top of the cage as a group of EMT's tend to Roadkill and President Letner}
EDGEBROOK: Well folks...this is it. We thank you for watching Love Hurts. My name is James Edgebrook...
KING: And I'm Richard King.
EDGEBROOK: We'll see you in two weeks at Assembly Hall in Bloomington, Illinois. Goodnight and Godbless.
{Final pictures show the EMT's quickly working on both Letner and Roadkill}
{Scene fades out to a Love Hurts Logo}
{Fade out to a GLWA logo}
{Fade out}