Monday Night Dead Zone NWF Arena

PRE-SHOW PARTY

{Scene opens and we find ourselves in a large room, full of people and music. The chatter of everyone talking can be heard through the entire place. The camera then quickly cuts to two men who are sitting down at a table, one dressed in a tuxedo, the other dressed up in a nice dress shirt}

BODIN: Hello folks and welcome to the NWF pre-show party. Let me introduce myself. My name is Joe Bodin. I will be one-half of your announcing team through-out my stay in the NWF. And next to me...

{The guy in the dress shirt shoots Joe a dirty look}

KING: My name is Richard King and I can introduce my damn self.

{King looks toward the camera}

KING: I will be the other half of your announcing team.

{Camera begins to pan around the room. It is full of a lot of stars ranging from Cleveland Brown's star rookie, Kellen Winslow...to stars of wrestling's past, like Tyrone Alguard who is in the back talking to Kid Ego}

BODIN: This ought to be the start of a wonderful run. The NWF is back and with President Raven at the head, he will make sure it works.

KING: Let's see how he does. He's up at the podium.

{Camera's shoot over to a stage, where Cyris Raven stands at a podium. Next to him is a large bin, full of balls with a number on them. He takes his drink and taps on the edge with a spoon. Everyone tones down and turns towards the front.}

RAVEN: Hello everyone and welcome to the pre-show party of the newly risen Nightmare Wrestling Federation.

{Clapping}

RAVEN: Today marks a new step in our lives. Today...well tonight rather, most of you will be in action. Those men will be the new future for the NWF. Two winners will walk out of the Gund Arena tonight. The question is...who wants to make history?

{Raven smirks as people clap again}

RAVEN: So right here...right now...we will decide the battle royal order. Wrestlers, I will call your name. When you here it, come up here and choose a ball from this bin. The number you pick, will be the number you come in at the battle royal. So let's get this party started.

{Cyris pulls out a stack of cards and places them on the podium in front of him}

RAVEN: First up, representing the NWF, Brian Steele.

{Some people boo as cameras catch Steele walking up the stage steps and then finally as he gets to the bin, pulls his number}

STEELE: You have to be shitting me. Can I pick again?

RAVEN: Nope...sorry Steele. What you pick is what you get. Now go over to Lana and tell her your number.

{Cyris points to a table in the back where Lana Taylor is sitting. She smiles and waives}

RAVEN: She will record the order for the NWF records.

{Steele turns around and grumbles as he walks down the stage steps and begins his walk towards Lana}

RAVEN: Next up, also representing the NWF, Don Diego.

{Diego gets out of his seat and slowly walks up onto stage}

DIEGO: Long time no see, Raven. How you been?

RAVEN: Good, now pick your number.

DIEGO: Gladly.

{Diego reaches into the bin, pulls out a number and looks at it}

DIEGO: How men are in this thing?

RAVEN: Twenty-one.

DIEGO: Hmm, okay. Not to shabby.

{Diego walks off stage, heading for Ms. Taylor}

RAVEN: Third wrestler, another NWF Rep...Super Stu.

{Stu gets out of his seat slowly and stumbles his way up to Raven}

STU: I love you man.

RAVEN: Yeah...but you still have to pick a ball.

{Stu reaches in the bin and pulls out a ball}

STU: F*CKER!!! I need a beer.

{Stu storms off the stage}

RAVEN: Guess he isn't too happy about his number.

{Crowd laughs}

RAVEN: Fourth man to pick, coming from the BJWC and he IS the BJWC Heavyweight Champion...'Kid Ego' Diesel Warren.

{Kid Ego stands and waives to the crowd, flipping the bird to a table where Shane and Dane sit. He then walks up next to the bin}

KID EGO: Let's see how good the Kid is...

{Kid Ego pulls out a ball and looks at it}

KID EGO: MONEY!!!

{Ego smirks as he walks off the stage}

RAVEN: Next is a man representing the AW, Yoshi Kawazughi.

{Boos come from the crowd as Yoshi ignores them and walks up to Raven}

RAVEN: Hello, Yoshi. How's your brother Mitatoshi?

{Yoshi ignores him, pulls out a ball and gives it a dirty look}

YOSHI: Dumb bin.

{Yoshi walks off as Raven laughs to himself}

RAVEN: Come on guys, be happy. You can be the future of the NWF. Now lets see. The next man to pull, is a NWF rep, Joey Numbers.

{Joey stands up, in front of Yoshi. Both men give each other an evil eye, but Joey pushes past Yoshi. After a few seconds Joey is up at the bin}

NUMBERS: My last name has to give me SOME luck with this.

{Joey pulls a number...then sighs. He hangs his head and starts for the back}

RAVEN: Just because you got a low number doesn't mean anything, guys. You could be number one and still win it. Our next man, is yet another NWF rep...Nightmare.

{Mix of boos and cheers as Nightmare finds his way up to the bin}

NIGHTMARE: UGH!!! I need to find Stu and see if he has another beer.

{Nightmare walks off, with his head low}

RAVEN: Lets see if I can find some upbeat people. Representing the BJWC, 'The Main Event' Jackson Dane.

{Dane stands...walks up to Raven and both men stare each other down}

RAVEN: As a showing of my fairness...to a member of Team NWA...I wish you luck.

{Raven grimaces at the thought, but lets Dane pick his number. Dane picks it out and smiles, turning back towards Raven}

DANE: I want you to tell me how it feels, knowing that a Team NWA member will be holding your feds title on September sixth?

RAVEN: Go give your number to Lana.

DANE: With pleasure...or her pleasure, however you look at it.

{Cyris takes a deep breath}

RAVEN: And next...

{Camera's instantly cut to Joe and Richard}

BODIN: Sorry folks...something is happening backstage and we have been told it's big.

{Cameras cut to the back where Kid Ego and Joey Numbers are trying their hardest to keep a drunk and irate Super Stu from attacking Nightmare}

STU: You little Bugger!! Gimmie that!! It was the last can of beer and it's mine!!

NIGHTMARE: Yeah? Too Bad.

{Stu struggles to break free from the three men holding him back}

EGO: Isn't 7 Cans of beer enough? Go easy man.

NUMBERS: Yeah, does it matter?

STU: Of course it matters!! It's mine!

EGO: Let the Kid have a Drink. If you have any more you'll pass out.

{Stu struggles some more...}

NIGHTMARE: Hey, give it up. You've had enough!

{Nightmare turns his back on Stu and opens the can. At this, Stu snaps and Breaks free of the men and grabs nightmare who drops the can in shock. He throws nightmare to the floor and starts to lay into him.}

NUMBERS: Hey!! Come on!

{Ego and Numbers Quickly pull Stu off of Nightmare before he sustains any more than a busted lip. They pull him back and calm him down before letting him go. Stu ignores Nightmare and picks up he can. He downs the remainder of the beer before throwing the can aside and waking off. The cameras then cut back to Joe and Richard}

KING: Don't get in between a man and his beer.

BODIN: Well thanks to them two, we missed half the roster. We only have five men left to pull their names.

{Cameras cut to Raven who is still at the podium}

RAVEN: And next to pull his number, from the now defunct HWF, Triple X.

{Triple X stands and walks up to Raven. They exchange looks since they never got along in the HWF}

RAVEN: It's good to see you, man.

TRIPLE X: Good to be here.

{Triple X pulls out a number and stares at it for a couple seconds}

TRIPLE X: Thanks again.

{He turns and walks down the steps}

RAVEN: Down to four people. Next to pick, he is a free agent, Mark Adkins.

{Mark smiles, slapping hands with his friend Nathan Slade, and walks up to the podium}

ADKINS: Nice place you got here, Cyris.

RAVEN: It'd be even nicer if you signed on the dotted line.

{Adkins pulls his number and looks at it}

ADKINS: Nah. Having too much fun to be tied down.

{Adkins walks off}

RAVEN: Yeah, okay. Next up, from the NWF roster, Drew Carrig.

{Carrig struts his stuff up to the podium, a little tipsy. Obviously he must of took one or two or ten of Stu's beers as well}

CARRIG: Not bad, f*cker.

{Carrig stumbles away}

RAVEN: Down to the last two, both are from the NWF roster. First, Insomniac.

{A pale man stands up and slowly walks to the front. It takes awhile, but he finally makes it up to the bin}

RAVEN: Lets see what you can pull from those last two balls.

{Insomniac reaches into the pin and pulls one. He lets out a small sigh and walks off}

RAVEN: Um...yeah. Someone get that guy a pillow. Anyway...the last man to pick for tonight's battle royal...is Joey Brannon.

{Joey stands and throws his arms into the air}

BRANNON: WHOOO!

{Brannon jogs up to the bin and shakes Cyris' hand again}

BRANNON: This is such a pleasure.

RAVEN: Well then grab that last ball.

{Brannon grabs it and looks at it}

BRANNON: I need a smoke.

{Brannon walks off the stage and everyone claps}

RAVEN: Okay folks. That is it. The drawing has been held and everyone knows their place. So get to partying and make sure you are ready for tonight. Enjoy your day...cause tonight is a whole different show.

{Raven smiles and waives and flashbulbs pop. The scene then fades out to a black screen}

SHOW

{Scene fades back into the NWF logo. As it fades away, the sound of a thunderstorm can be heard and we open up upon a storm in the middle of the night. Look around and you will be able to see a run-down graveyard. You can see the rain pouring down from the sky as thunder rumbles and lightning flashes through the clouds. Then, one man appears in the picture. It is Nightmare, one of the men on the NWF roster}

NIGHTMARE: In a world where only the strong survive…

{Nightmare steps to the side and Draven Xaiver walks into the picture}

XAIVER: ...a world where the weak shall perish...

{Draven walks over and stands next to Nightmare}

STEELE: ...I will stand my ground against the rest.

{Once again, Brian Steele follows Xaiver's lead and walks out of the camera's view. Now, Brandon Lloyd walks into it}

LLOYD: I will use all my strength...

{Lloyd steps back as Fyne walks into the picture}

FYNE: ...display every bit of my honor…

{Fyne takes a step towards Lloyd as Super Stu steps in front of the camera}

SUPER STU: ...and I will work to the best of my abilities…

{Super Stu turns and walks over to Fyne as the camera pans out and we see all six men standing in a row. Newcomer Drew Carrig steps into the camera's view now}

CARRIG: ...so that I can accomplish what I have come to do.

{Drew creates a new row in front of the first six, as Don Diego steps into the scene}

DIEGO: I will stand up to anyone who oppresses me…

{Diego walks over and stands next to Drew. This time Titan is in the picture}

TITAN: ...look them straight in the eye...

{Titan stands next to Diego as Lucas walks into sight}

LUCAS: ...and then smite them down where they stand.

{Lucas walks up next to Titan. Joey Brannon appears in the scene now}

BRANNON: And if I must unleash all the fury…

{Brannon steps back next to Lucas, finishing off the row of five. The Ocean now comes into view, speaking in a Spanish accent}

THE OCEAN: ...all the hatred…

{The Ocean starts a third row. Meanwhile, Nathan Slade comes into the picture}

SLADE:: ...and all the incredible rage...

{Nathan walks over next to The Ocean}

McNEIL: ...that is deep inside of me…

{McNeil moves over and stands next to Slade. Insomniac then comes from the side}

INSOMNIAC: ...the kind that is deep within my soul...

{Insomniac walks over, staring at McNeil as Joey Numbers walks into the picture}

NUMBERS: ...just to show you and the rest of the world…

{Numbers walks over and stands in front of the empty spot between The Ocean and McNeil as Triple Six Trek walks over and looks into the camera}

TREK: ...that I belong here within the walls of the NWA…

{Trek takes a step back, finishing the row. The rows now stand six-five-four-two. Slowly as the rain pours and soaks everyone in the group...a man in a black hat walks over. His head is down so the hat covers his face. As he raises his head and shows the NWF logo on the hat...we see it is President Cyris Raven}

RAVEN: ...then so be it!

{A loud crack of thunder rumbles overhead as the camera pans up and back, showing the group of nineteen men standing in the rain. Suddenly the NWF logo appears on the screen, over the Gund Arena in Cleveland, Ohio. 'Till I Collapse' by Eminem begins to play in the background}

#Cause sometimes you feel tired, you feel weak,
then you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation not to give up
And not be a quitter no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

{The scene cuts to a picture of Cyris Raven body slamming Nightmare}

#Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out,
till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out,
I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse.

{Triple Six Trek hitting The Instant Replay on Brandon Lloyd}

# Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out, (Until the roof)
till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth (The roof comes off)
Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out, (Until my legs)
I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse. (Give out from underneath me)

{Joey Numbers pinning Brian Steele}

#I, I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels Like no one, can, beat me

{The scene cuts to the inside of the Gund Arena where it is packed wall to wall. Two fireworks shoot straight down from the ceiling, towards the entrance ramp. As they hit, a row on each side of the ramp explodes in fireworks. The word 'LIVE' appears on the bottom left hand of the screen as the camera pans around showing people wearing 'Green Invasion' t-shirts and holding up signs like 'I AM HARD to the CORE' and 'I LOVE TEAM NWA'. The camera stops panning when he focuses on Joe Bodin and Richard King}

BODIN: HELLO FOLKS and welcome to the first ever NWF Dead Zone. Tonight is going to be action packed. We have the first match of a best-of-five match for the Unnamed Title.

KING: My question is...how did The Ocean even get into the ranks of Triple Six Trek? I think Raven did this so that he can show his brother that he cares, pansy-ass.

{Bodin looks at King as the music dies and the fans are still going crazy}

BODIN: You know, Raven is paying our checks. So I wouldn't get all lippy about President Raven.

KING: I'm hired for my lip.

BODIN: Whatever.

{Scene cuts to the back where we see Nightmare walking through the halls. He is holding a bandage that is soaked in blood, over his forehead. He turns the corner and stops at a door that reads 'PRESIDENT RAVEN'. He opens the door and we can see Raven sitting behind a desk, watching the television}

RAVEN: Can I help you Nightmare?

NIGHTMARE: Did you see that? Did you see what Super Stu did to me?

RAVEN: Yes...yes I did.

NIGHTMARE: Well what are you going to do about it? Suspend him? Fire him? Kick him out of the Battle Royal?

{Cyris smirks as he stands up out of his chair}

RAVEN: You wanna know what I am going to do about it?

NIGHTMARE: Yes. Look what he did to me head!

{Nightmare removes the bandage to show a gash on his head}

RAVEN: First off, NEVER enter this room without knocking first.

NIGHTMARE: Sorry.

{Nightmare recovers the wound}

RAVEN: You should be. But I'm going to tell you what I am going to do. You want revenge on Super Stu, right?

NIGHTMARE: Yes, more then anything. I want him kicked out of the Battle Royal.

{Cyris walks around his desk and puts his hand on Nightmare's shoulder}

RAVEN: I have a better idea.

{Both men walk to the door, a smile appears on Nightmare's face}

NIGHTMARE: So Super Stu is going to be fired from the NWF?

RAVEN: WHAT? Hell no. Next week, in Cincinnati, Ohio...you and Super Stu will have a match.

NIGHTMARE: WHAT???

{Fans pop}

RAVEN: Imagine this. It will be Nightmare versus Super Stu...

NIGHTMARE: Okay.

{Cyris puts his hand in the air and moves it a little to the left like reading a billboard}

RAVEN: ...in a Scaffold Match.

{Fans pop big time as Nightmare's jaw drops}

NIGHTMARE: Oh no, Mr. Raven, I...

RAVEN: It's okay, Nightmare. You can thank me later. Now if you excuse me, I have some more business to attend to.

{Cyris Raven nudges Nightmare out of his office, then shuts the door behind him. Nightmare looks at the door, in shock}

NIGHTMARE: A Scaffold Match?!!?

{Nightmare hangs his head and walks away as the scene cuts to Joe and Richard}

KING: HA!!! Did you see that, Joe? Nightmare asks and he shall receive.

BODIN: What a decision. This week's show barely started and President Raven already has scheduled a match for next week. And a Scaffold Match at that.

KING: Raven might just be an interesting President after all.

BODIN: Yeah, well next up we have Triple Six Trek going up against The Ocean in a ten-count match. When both men asked President Raven not to put them in the Battle Royal, Raven decided to put both men in this series of matches.

KING: If they go four or five matches, it gets interesting. The question is...can The Ocean stand up to Triple Six Trek?

BODIN: Well let's see...wait. What's this? Something is happening in the back, our cameras are there right now...

{Camera's cut to the locker rooms where the camera shows The Ocean sitting down putting tape over his fingers, hands, and wrists. Trent Tyler is sitting adjacent to him, with his camera around his neck and pad and pen in his hands. The Ocean finishes up putting the tape on as he puts the roll of tape down. The Ocean sits back for a second and breaths deeply}

The Ocean: It all begins tonight. Just two more matches after this. You ready Trent?

{Trent nods his head as The Ocean stands up. Trent takes a few shots of The Ocean as he heads out the door and then follows behind him}

{Once again, the camera cuts to another part of the backstage area where we see Jackson Dane standing there, laughing over an unconscious Kid Ego. Kid is laying in a pile of rubble from a table he must of went through}

DANE: Just like tonight Kid...you will feel the Spotlight just like you did now. But later...it will cost you a lot more.

{Security runs over and pushes Dane away from Ego. One of the security call the paramedics}

DANE: After tonight Ego, I will win the Battle Royal and go to Guts, Gold and Glory...and take the NWF's Great Lakes Heavyweight Title. What do you think of that, HUH? Once a chump always a chump, Kid. See you in the ring, if you can make it.

{Dane turns his back as he laughs hard, he quickly turns back around and looks at the fallen Kid Ego}

DANE: Oh and by the way...

{Dane holds up the BJWC Heavyweight Title}

DANE: Thanks for the souvenir. Looks like coming to Cleveland was one of the smartest things I've done since turning on you.

{Dane smirks and turns back around. The scene then cuts back to Joe and Richard}

BODIN: This is already turning into one hell of a show.

KING: Ego is left out cold, the BJWC Heavyweight Title is stolen and President Raven has already scheduled a match for next week...A SCAFFOLD MATCH at that. I love this.

BODIN: Okay. Well right now, let's here a word from our sponsors.

{Scene fades out to a Commercial}

COMMERCIAL

{The camera's open back up within the walls of the Gund Arena. A NWF logo appears on the bottom right hand part of the screen as we see Ronnie McNeil sitting down, talking to The Ocean in the back}

McNEIL: Good luck though, man.

{Ronnie taps The Ocean on the back}

McNEIL: Just remember, I believe in you. You have what it takes to go out there and beat Trek. Now, go get 'em.

{The Ocean smiles and walks away as Ronnie just watches. McNeil turns and walks away, passing a slightly ajar door. As McNeil gets past it...it opens up and Insomniac peaks out of it. He looks down the hall, steps out and quickly follows after Ronnie McNeil. The scene then cuts back to Joe and Richard}

KING: That kid is messed up. He's so skinny...and he lives in his mom's basement. No offense, Bodin.

BODIN: None taken. It's just a lot easier to live with my mom. You will see Richard...once I get enough money from here, I will move out.

KING: Once you get off your mom's tit?

{Joe's jaw drops}

KING: My thoughts exactly. Let's get ready for our first match.

TRIPLE SIX TREK vs. THE OCEAN
Match One (Best of Five)
10-Count Match

{A familiar face steps up and slides into the ring with a microphone. It is Lana Taylor, President Raven's valet. She is wearing a tight-fitting pink shirt and a pair of black pants}

TAYLOR: Hello ladies and gentleman. I would like to welcome you to the first ever reopened-NWF match. This match is set for one fall. It is match one of a best-of-five series. It is a ten count match. The first man to pin his opponent for a full ten count, will win.

{Fans cheer}

TAYLOR: Now are you ready?

CROWD: Yeah!

TAYLOR: I ASKED ARE YOU READY???

CROWD: YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!

TAYLOR: THEN LETS GET THIS THING STARTED. First...from...

{Lana is interrupted by 'Cowboy' by Kid Rock. Everyone turns, looking towards the entrance to see Commish Harry Wart step out from behind the curtain. As Commish Wart gets to the top of the ramp, the music cuts off}

WART: I'm sorry, Ms. Taylor. I just have a few things I need to discuss before we introduce any of our opponents.

{Fans boo, they want this show to go on}

WART: You see, we have a wrestler in the back...who has some hygiene problems. Yes...I am talking about Triple Six Trek.

{Fans pop}

CROWD: GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION!

{Commish Wart looks at the crowd in disgust}

WART: EXACTLY my point. I am out here to inform Mr. Trek, that he is not allowed to bring out his little green friends.

{Fans begin to boo again}

WART: Do you want that stuff around you?

CROWD: YEAH!!!

{Commish Wart shakes his head}

WART: You Cleveland fans disgust me. This is why the Bengals are the best football team in Ohio!

{Fans boo}

WART: This is WHY the Reds are the best baseball team in Ohio!

{Fans boo louder}

WART: The Indians suck, the Browns suck and the Cavaliers suck!

CROWD: GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION!

WART: TOO BAD...they are NOT allowed to come out to the ring. And that is FINAL!!!

{Commish Wart turns around only to see Trek on the titantron, sitting in the Wart's office with Green Invasion spread out (not literally) on Wart' desk}

TREK: What was that Commish? I can't bring what? How are you going to stop me?

{Commish Wart smirks}

WART: If you bring out any of Green Invasion...I will personally void your contract and you will be indefinitely suspended from the NWF.

{Trek scowls at Commish Wart}

TREK: Fine...but since you love talking about them so much...I'll leave them here for you to have fun with.

{Trek smiles and walks out of the office as he leaves Green Invasion on Wart's desk}

CROWD: GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION!

{Commish Wart shoots the crowd and evil look and then storms off into the back as the fans continue to cheer that he is leaving}

KING: That guy is hilarious. Coming out here in his cowboy boots.

BODIN: And he is our new Commish? Oh this ought to be fun. Well, our match is up to begin here.

{Cameras cut to Lana Taylor who still is in the middle of the ring}

TAYLOR: First, from Aguada, Puerto Rico...standing at six foot three and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds. Here is Theeee OOOOOOceeaaaaaaannnnn.

{'Soul Sacrifice' by Santana plays over the speakers as The Ocean walks out of the back. He is dressed in blue tights that sport white waves on them, as well as white boots with an ice blue 'O' on each. He slowly walks out of the back as Trent Tyler comes out behind him. Both of them walk down to the ring, but The Ocean slides into the ring as Trent Tyler walks over and sits next to the announcers}

KING: Who is this freak?

BODIN: That is The Ocean's personal reporter.

KING: OH...a personal whipping bitch. I need to get me one of those.

{The music dies. As silence draws the attention of the rumbling of silently P.A. as it then blares out as "It's good to be green" by Kermit the Frog then blares out. As green pyro's now begin to shoot out as the mist of a green fog fills up the entrance way...]

TAYLOR: Now on his way is a man that has made quit the journey back to us tonight. He is a two time NWF Strickland champion as he claims that he wants to be the man to lead the NWF to the NeWA world title. As he claims that he will be the NWF's front runner standing in at 6'3 and weight 273 pounds, may the past come forward... Triple Six Trekkkkkkkkkkk!!!!

CROWD: GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION!

#It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.

{As Trek moves into the mist as he pulls himself out of it, he stands large at the top of the entrance way as the fans are cheering like crazy for the green goblin. He is standing there is some green tights, boots, and green and black face paint that pretty much covers most of his face. On each side of his boots it reads in a downward spiral "T6T". He has the NWF Strickland title draped over his shoulder as he stands there with a smile of what he has created...}

#It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ord'nary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.

CROWD: GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION! GREEN-INVA-SION!

{As Trek continues on down the entrance ramp, he marches from side to side of the entrance way smacking and high fiving all of the fans hands trying to not miss a one of them...}

#But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.

{As Trek reaches the ring, he then waltz's around it continuing on his route to smack and high five all the fans hands before his gets in the ring. After he does all of that he then tosses the NWF Strickland title into the ring doing a baseball diving slide into it. He then hops to his feet quickly picking the belt back up as he runs over to the top turnbuckle Lifting his arms high up in the air with the belt in his hands...]

#When green is all there is
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.

{Trek then hops down as he looks around the ring then out at the fans as he forks his title over the rope to Lana Taylor}

DING, DING

BODIN: And The Ocean explodes out of his corner at Trek. Trek turns around and...

WHACK!!!

BODIN: HUGE clothesline by The Ocean. He goes for the pin as referee Kenneth Brooks drops to the mat.

1...

KICKOUT!!!

KING: Was The Ocean stupid or something? This is a ten-count match. A clothesline ain't gonna do JACK!!!

BODIN: Both Trek and The Ocean are up. Trek grabs The Ocean by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Ocean comes flying back, kick to the gut. Trek picks up Ocean...INSTANT REPLAY!!! Trek hit his finisher early and he goes for the count.

1...

2...

3...

4...

KICKOUT!!!

KING: Must of knocked some water out of his ear or something.

BODIN: Trek would of had him if there was no ten-count rule.

KING: Well both men are up. Trek grabs The Ocean around the waist, BOOM, suplex. Trek is back to his feet and looks down at The Ocean. He grabs him by the head and picks him up to his feet. He whips The Ocean into the ropes again...he jumps in the air and goes for a dropkick...BUT THE OCEAN STOPPED AS HE GRABBED THE ROPES. Trek hits the ground hard.

BODIN: The Ocean charges the downed Trek...jumps, leg drop on Trek. Ocean hooks the leg.

1...

2...

KICKOUT!!!

KING: He is trying win this match WAY to early. And he is doing it with some crappy moves. I think the Ocean is nothing more then a puddle.

BODIN: Well both men are up, Trek whips Ocean into the ropes. Ocean comes back, grabs Trek around the neck...SWINGING neck breaker. Is he going to try to pin Trek again? NO?!!? The Ocean has climbed up to the top rope as Trek has JUST made it back to his feet. Trek turns and sees the Ocean...the Ocean jumps. He lands on Trek's shoulders...FRANKENSTEINER AND TREK HAS ROLLED OUT OF THE RING.

KING: Wow...he may have a gust in him after all. Trek slowly up to his feet on the outside. Wait...The Ocean backs up and runs full-ring, hops up onto the top rope, bounces off and SLAMS into Trek on the outside.

BODIN: The Ocean is slow to getting up, but he makes it up and back into the ring. Trek better hurry up, he can still get counted out.

{Trek stands and shakes the cobwebs from his head}

KING: Baseball slide back into the ring and Trek is welcomed back with boot to the side. And another...and another. The Ocean is smiling? What the hell is he smiling about?

BODIN: I think he sees his reflection somewhere. Ocean grabs Trek and pulls him to his feet. Trek grabs Ocean and picks him up...INSTANT REPLAY OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Trek hit a SECOND Instant Replay and Ocean falls hard. Trek stumbles forward and drops for the pin.

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KICKOUT!!!

KING: That's twice. Trek almost had The Ocean twice. Doesn't that also mean Trek has to donate Twenty-Thousand dollars to some charity?

BODIN: He gives it to severely burned victims in Intensive Care Units across the nation.

KING: Well no matter what, The Ocean has just taken two and is still in this match. Both men are up, a little shaky, but they are up. Both men charge each other.

BODIN: BUT THE OCEAN REACHES AROUND AND GRABS TRIPLE SIX TREK IN A SLEEPER HOLD!

KING: This guy is known for his submission moves. And I do believe that even if the ref picks up and drops your arm ten times, it still counts.

BODIN: Well The Ocean has Trek on the mat, with his eyes cold. I think Trek is out cold. The ref is on the ground, examining Trek. He grabs his arm and it drops.

1...

BODIN: Tries again...

2...

BODIN: Could this be the end of Trek?

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KING: Green doesn't die...it multiplies.

4...

BODIN: Yeah, you are a Bebe's kid.

5...

KING: I mean come on...how many green pieces of shit can you have?

6...

BODIN: Well he will be a step back from winning the Unnamed Title if his hand is dropped a few times.

7...

KING: Wait...his eyes are twitching.

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BODIN: Listen to this crowd, they are going wild trying to get Trek to wake up.

9...

KING: And Trek is elimin...NO!!!

BODIN: TREK HELD HIS ARM UP!!! Trek's eyes open wide. He forces both himself and The Ocean, up to their feet. Trek hits The Ocean with an elbow to the gut, causing The Ocean to let go.

KING: Trek turns and grabs the bent over Ocean, and hits him with a HUGE double-arm DDT.

BODIN: Yeah. Trek is pumped know. He jumps to his feet and makes his way...to the top rope???

KING: Can Green Invasion fly?

BODIN: I guess we will see. Trek measures up the fallen Ocean. He jumps...FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH...AND THE OCEAN MOVES!!!

{Trek rolls around in pain}

KING: Trek really smacked his face off the mat there.

BODIN: Ocean pulls Trek to his feet. The Ocean steps back as a dizzy Trek stumbles forward...SUPERKICK AND TREK BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES, THEN FALLS FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT. The Ocean runs to the ropes, jumps up onto them...MOONSAULT onto Trek. Ocean goes for the pin.

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KICKOUT!!!

KING: Trek has to still be weak from the sleeper hold. But, he still manages to kickout.

BODIN: The Ocean pulls Trek to his feet. He grabs Trek around the neck, reverse DDT and the former NWF Strickland Title champion looks like he has lost it already. Ocean drops down and grabs Trek in the Drowning.

KING: What?

BODIN: It's an elevated arabian camel clutch hold.

KING: Yeah, whatever you said. Anyway, it doesn't work. Trek reaches out and grabs the rope. The ref makes them break it up.

BODIN: Oh no, here comes Commissioner Harry Wart down to the ring. What the hell is he doing out here?

KING: I don't know...but Trek has doesn't see him. Trek spins The Ocean around...grabs him quickly...ANOTHER INSTANT REPLAY!!! THAT IS THREE OF THOSE BAD BOYS!!! Trek drops for the cover.

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BODIN: Wait...Wart has the NWF Strickland Title.

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KING: AND WART GRABS THE REFS LEG, PULLING HIM OUT OF THE RING.

BAM!!!

KING: Before Ref Kenneth Brooks could see who it is, he is rocked with a NWF Strickland Title shot to the face, knocking him out cold.

BODIN: Trek is up and he is furious as Harry Wart climbs into the ring, behind Trek.

KING: Wait...The Ocean is up as well. Trek turns around and sees Wart...

WHACK!!!

BODIN: COMMISSIONER WART MISSED TREK AND SLAMMED THE NWF STRICKLAND TITLE INTO THE OCEAN. The Ocean crumbles to the ground with a gash in his forehead as Trek grabs Harry Wart, causing him to drop the NWF Strickland Title. INSTANT REPLAY!!! Make that four-thousand dollars!!!

KING: Trek turns around and sees the unconscious Ocean. He drops down.

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BODIN: The ref is still out cold. WAIT...here comes David Barnhouse, the head referee. He slides into the ring and begins the count.

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KING: Wouldn't that just get Wart's ass if he helped Trek win?

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BODIN: The Ocean STILL isn't even moving. Wart jumped into that hit...and he caught The Ocean pretty good.

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KING: Wart is begining to stir.

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BODIN: The Ocean STILL isn't moving. I hope he's okay.

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KING: GET UP!!!

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DING, DING, DING

TAYLOR: AND YOUR WINNER...TRIPLE SIX TREEEEEEEK!!!

BODIN: And Wart is out of the ring...and furious. He drops the NWF Strickland Title and storms off into the back as paramedics rush down the ramp to see if The Ocean is okay.

KING: Stupid Wart. Why couldn't he of kept his nose out of this.

{Trek is raising his hands into the air as his music hits again. The camera cuts to the back to show Joey Numbers, backstage in his locker room, taping up his wrists. CLyde Lander, the NWF backstage reporter walks in.}

LANDER: Mr. Numbers, I know you are getting ready for your match, but can I have a brief word with you?

{Joey looks up}

NUMBERS: Yeah, but make it quick. I have a match to participate in. I can't sit back here and have an interview while my chances slip away.

LANDER: How are you feeling going into this match?

NUMBERS: It's time...tonight...NWF Battle Royal. I'm not going to go down to the ring and act like this doesn't mean anything...because it does.
It's always best to start off on the right foot...and first impressions are always the most important. I know some of the people in the match tonight...and it's not like I'm shaking. Kid Ego is the only one with decent talent. Aside from him, there isn't anyone else. We can take them apart. CORE united.

{Joey stands up, jumps up and down a couple of times. He moves his head to the side to crack his neck, releasing any tension}

NUMBERS: Now if you'll excuse me...I have a match to win.

{The cameras cut off of Joey and switch to Eric Scott, the main backstage reporter, who is standing in front of the camera writing some notes down as he prepares for his next interview. Suddenly he is tapped on the back and he rapidly turns and nobody is there! He turns forward and there stands "The Franchise Player" Drew Carrig, beer in hand, already three sheets to the wind}

DREW: Hey man, is this thing on?!?

SCOTT: Um....no. Our interview isn't for another fifteen minutes.

DREW: Aw....damn. You better turn it on or I'z be fixing to drop some bows on your scrawny ass.

SCOTT: Um....ok. Turn that camera on!

{Scott grabs his microphone and starts}

SCOTT: I am here with NWF wrestler Drew Carrig. Drew tonight you are
involved in the battle royale. How have you prepared for it?

{Drew belches loudly}

SCOTT: Right! The Great Lakes title. The winner of the Battle Royale gets a
spot for the Great Lakes title, what does that mean to you?

DREW: Oh man..........I think I am going to be sick.

SCOTT: Well there you have it folks.....from the horses mouth......literally.

{The scene cuts out again, to another part of the back. Here we meet the Trio of Mark Adkins, Nathan Slade and Mr. M. As they casually walk through the back giving passer byes the evil eye, and pushing through crowds of management pointing at the chain that hangs around there neck each time they feel like calling security to throw them out. BACKSTAGE PASS}

ADKINS: You know what boys, I don’t feel to welcome here… do you?

SLADE: Not in particularly. I guess everyone knows that we’re better than them or something. I mean these looks people keep flashing read envy up and down.

ADKINS: It’s there Contracts I tell you, … maybe we should storm into Mr. Raven’s office and sign on the dotted line?

{Note the immense sarcasm. They both stop in front of some random locker room door. They look at each other leaving Mr. M there manager reeling in the back, having to turn around and catch up with them}

ADKINS/SLADE: Naaa…

{They both break out into laugher. But that is soon interrupted as Mr. M begins tapping on Mark’s shoulder. Mark shoot’s him a glare. But has to look down on Mr. M in the first place. He eyes the door}

MR. M: Guys… why’d we stop at this door?

{Mark raises his hand, and smacks Mr. M in the forehead. A hand print rises up right away, Slade points and laughs}

ADKINS: Buy attention and you’ll find out. Since we’re not getting the treatment we deserve what’s the next best thing to do?

MR. M: Ask for it.

{Another smack. Two hand prints now}

ADKINS: No, dickweed! Take it!

{Mark kicks in the door of the locker room, and to the trios surprise Draven and Lucifer sit in the corner making out. Mr. M shields his eyes, Slade is in throw-up position, Mark with the sense of humor that he has is laughing hysterically. Startled the two new employees of NWF jump to there feet in embarrassment}

DRAVEN: Adkins, you know I’m far greater than you, why are you in my locker room.

ADKINS: Shut up you Osama Bin Laden meets Peewee Herman looking prick. This is my Locker room now, sure I’ll have to shop-vac this thing knowing you’ve been in it… but It’ll do! I’ll do!

DRAVEN: Your not taking my locker-room away from me, I’ve lost my pride already, this is all I have.

ADKINS: Oh, shut the hell up already… wittle baby gonna cry?

{Draven runs at Mark only to be tripped as Mark sticks his foot out, he flies out of the room and into the hall way. Into the wall even. Slade and Mr. M just walk in and grab the skinny looking Lucifer fellow, they throw him out with Draven like a Javelin, you know, to show there respect for the 2004 Olympics and all}

ADKINS: Well let’s set up shop boys…

{Mark smiles at Mr. M and Slade as the scene leaves you}

COMMERCIAL

{We come back from commercial to find ourselves inside of the Gund Arena halls. From the right hand of our screen walks Jackson Dane, wearing a smile and the BJWC Heavyweight Title over his shoulder}

DANE: Stupid Ego...thought he was better then me. If it wasn't for Trek, I'd be BJWC Heavyweight Champion right now.

{Dane smirks and turns the corner, stopping dead as President Raven stands in front of him. The fans in the arena pop}

DANE: Um...hey Raven.

RAVEN: You know Dane, I tried to let the entire Team NWA-CORE thing ride out for one night. I tried to be a fair and just President. And what happens? You level Kid Ego and take his title.

{Dane smirks as he taps the BJWC Heavyweight Title}

DANE: So what? You gonna kick me out? I'm not on your roster anyway. You don't scare me Raven.

{President Raven laughs to himself}

RAVEN: You talk pretty big for the LONE Team NWA member in Cleveland right now.

{Cyris leans down and gets in Jackson's face}

RAVEN: So if you do not HAND me that title right now...I will make sure you don't walk out of that battle royal under your own power.

DANE: So...I'm supposed to be scared of you and Ego? Please. I can take both of you.

RAVEN: Somehow I doubt that, Dane. But...in all fairness, I won't touch you. But remember, besides Kid Ego, Post is in this match...Joey Numbers is in this match. And even though he is not in the match, Ronnie McNeil is behind these walls somewhere. That is four members of the CORE, in the NWF. And if THAT doesn't get you shaking...I'm sure I can find my brother Trek.

{Dane realizes that would be a five on one beating, as he swallows hard}

RAVEN: Now I will take this.

{Raven grabs the BJWC Heavyweight Title and rips it off Dane's shoulder}

RAVEN: And you...I have a surprise for you. Go get ready for the battle royal.

DANE: This isn't over Raven, I promise you.

{Dane turns and walks off as Raven looks at the BJWC Heavyweight Title}

RAVEN: To be champ again...

{President Raven looks at his WrestleBowl XI ring and sighs. He never got the Heavyweight Title shot that he won}

RAVEN: Oh well.

{Raven looks up and straightens out his suit as he holds the BJWC Heavyweight Title tight in his right hand}

RAVEN: Time to return this to whom it belongs!

{President Raven walks away, down the hall, as the scene cuts back to Joe and Richard}

KING: Did you see that look in his eyes? He wants that title back.

BODIN: But I'm sure President Raven would never turn on his friend. Him and Kid Ego have a bond.

KING: Well lets see how good that bond is now. Here we go with our Main Event.

21-MAN BATTLE ROYAL
Winner becomes 2nd Man in 4-Way GLH Title Match at September PPV 'Guts, Gold & Glory'

BODIN: And lets see who pulled the first spot out of that basket.

{Scene cuts to Lana Taylor who stands in the ring}

TAYLOR: This match is an over-the-top-rope elimination match. When both of a wrestler's feet touch the ground, he is eliminated. The winner will receive an invitation for the second spot of a four-way Great Lakes Heavyweight Title Championship Match at Guts, Gold & Glory on September twenty-seventh. Now onto our first contestant.

{Before Lana can get another word out, 'Anxiety' by Black Eyed Peas blares over the speakers and President Raven walks out onto the ramp. But no sooner does the music hits, it stops}

{Fans pop}

RAVEN: Sorry for interrupting you Lana. You know I would never intrude on you.

{Cyris smirks}

KING: Cheesy bastard!

BODIN: Shut up!

RAVEN: You see Lana...you know that I am a fair President so far.

{Lana shakes her head yes}

BODIN: That is true.

RAVEN: And I have a certain time I would like my wrestlers to report to a show. It's really all I ask of them before their matches. Report at the scheduled time...otherwise, you are considered AWOL...and you do not participate.

{President Raven takes a deep breath}

RAVEN: And tonight...we had a few people who over-extended the pre-show party, past the given reporting time. So the names I am about to read off to you, are the men that will NOT be participating tonight. First off, lets start with the NWF roster.

{Cyris pulls out a slip of paper from his suit pocket}

RAVEN: Not representing the NWF tonight, is Brian Steele. And you know what...after contacting him time and time again, he has not returned any of my calls. So Brian Steele, I know you are in the back. Back your bags buddy...CAUSE YOU ARE FIRED!!!

{Fans pop louder}

RAVEN: Also NOT representing the NWF, is Lucas and Brandon Lloyd. No clue where either of them are currently...so they are eliminated from the Battle Royal...by me.

{President Raven clears his throat as the fans cheer loudly}

RAVEN: Now to the representatives from the other NeWA federations who felt they didn't have to abide by my rules. Starting off with free agent Shane Andrews.

{Raven smiles}

RAVEN: What a pity. But joining him in the elimination line, is another free agent, Lance Cleftchin. Now folks, these people haven't even REPORTED to me in the first place. Last time I seen them was at the party.

{President Raven continues to read the paper}

RAVEN: Also eliminated from the battle royal is SCCW Rep Damion Darkside...and, oh what a shame...Jackson Dane.

{Fans pop big time}

RAVEN: You see Mr. Dane...I know you can hear me. When you decided that you would rather play around with some girls at the pre-show party...you lost your chance. And you know what I have to say?

{Cyris shakes his head}

RAVEN: That's just TOO DAMN BAD!!! I am a fair President, but when you don't follow my rules...I will take care of you myself. Team NWA doesn't rule the roost here Dane, I do!

{Cyris puts his hand in the air and waives to the fans as he walks off back into the back}

BODIN: Wow, some big names there. Andrews, Lloyd...and Dane.

KING: Dane gave up his chance, to get a little nookie. Who can blame the man?

BODIN: Well up next is our battle royal, so stay tuned.

COMMERCIAL

{The commercials end and we now see Lana Taylor in the middle of the ring}

TAYLOR: Here we go folks. Are you ready?

CROWD: YEAH!!!

TAYLOR: Then lets start this thing.

{Lana slides out of the ring as "United States of Whatever" by Liam Lynch blares out of the speakers}

KING: Who in the blue hell is this?

{Joey Brannon walks out of the back and holds his arms in the air as the fans go crazy}

BODIN: Answer your question? A good pop for Brannon here… the only actual Ohio native in this Battle Royal.

KING: He’s got crowd support, but he has a long mountain to climb after drawing this early.

{Joey slowly walks to the ring and slides in as his music stops. He leans against a turnbuckle and waits for the next guy}

BODIN: The suspense is killing me.

KING: Shut up pansy.

{"Engle" by Rammstein plays over the loud speakers as Nightmare steps out of the back. He gets a mediocre cheer, but it is still a cheer. He looks up at Brannon and just examines him}

KING: Oh this ought to be some high-school wrestling here.

BODIN: Don't you mean high skilled?

KING: No...I meant high school.

{Nightmare makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring under the ropes}

DING, DING

BODIN: Both men lock up. Brannon gets the advantage as he grabs Nightmare around the neck. Wait...he catches Nightmare off guard, runs up the turnbuckle. ACID DROP!!!

KING: Another big move this early?

BODIN: Yeah, but Brannon is unable to pull up the deadweight of Nightmare. Instead, he climbs to the top rope...jumps...MONSTER five-star frog splash. It seems Brannon is just going to beat on Nightmare for awhile, hoping someone can get out here and help him pick Nightmare up.

KING: Well there is still a minute left.

BODIN: Brannon up...wait...Nightmare is stirring. Brannon runs over to a turnbuckle and stands there.

KING: Nightmare doesn't look happy. He has made it back to his feet and is just staring down Joey Brannon.

BODIN: Nightmare lunges forward, but Joey slides under Nightmare's legs. He comes up from behind and grabs Nightmare around the waist, big suplex. He lets Nightmare go and runs over to the ropes. Wait...Nightmare is quickly up to his feet. Joey comes flying back...SPEAR BY NIGHTMARE AND JOEY IS DOWN.

{The crowd begins to count the numbers that show on the teletron}

10...

KING: Nightmare grabs Joey and pulls him to his feet he whips him face first into the corner.

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BODIN: Joey hits hard and is wobbling next to the corner.

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KING: What is Nightmare doing?

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BODIN: He measures up Brannon.

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KING: He charges him, DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

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BODIN: Nightmare just hit the Darkest Dreams on Joey Brannon and Joey falls flat on his back, in the ring.

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KING: Look at Nightmare trying to pick him up.

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BODIN: Joey Brannon is one-hundred and eighty-four pounds...

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BODIN: That is still a lot of dead weight!

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KING: Now who's coming out?

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{Bodies by Drowning Pool roars out of the PA and Super Stu emerges..}

BODIN: Next to enter this Battle Royal is Super Stu!!!

KING: The NWF's Super Hero..

{Stu slowly staggers down to the ring with one arm raised in the air and the other carrying a metal bucket. He stops half way down to the ring and Buries his head in the bucket and Vomits}

BODIN: This is a disgrace, he should know better than to be like this.

{He continues to stagger towards the ring and on his way drops the bucket which, leaks it's contents}

KING: Yeah, I never needed to see any of that.

{Stu barely manages to hoist himself on to the edge of the ring. He tries to hop over the top rope but his foot gets caught and he ends up falling in to the ring, he quickly gets to his feet}

KING: Nightmare has given up his assault on Joey Brannon.

BODIN: He has some business to finish with Super Stu. Did you see what happened earlier? Attacked him over a beer.

KING: And President Raven has already scheduled a match for them, for next week.

BODIN: Nightmare has Super Stu up...BACKBREAKER and Stu is down, grabbing at his back.

KING: It looks like Nightmare has control of this match. Both Brannon and Stu are down.

BODIN: Do you think he could win the battle royal?

KING: Does a snowflake have a chance in hell?

BODIN: Whatever. Wait...Brannon is up, Nightmare turns around...DROPKICK!!! Nightmare flies through the ropes and lands hard on the outside.

KING: But...he's not eliminated. He has to go over the TOP rope. He went through the ropes. Lucky break.

BODIN: Brannon pulls Super Stu to his feet. He whips Stu into the ropes...Stu stumbles off the ropes...HIGH KICK CLOTHESLINE AND STU IS DOWN!!!

KING: Look at Brannon. I think he is really getting into this.

{The numbers appear on the teletron again}

10...

BODIN: Brannon runs over...climbs up to the top rope...

9...

BODIN: ...HE JUMPS AND HITS THE SKY HIGH OFF THE TOP ROPE. That was one huge senton bomb from the rookie.

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KING: Look at this...Nightmare is up and he climbs into the ring. Brannon doesn't notice as he whips Stu into the ropes.

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KING: Stu bounces off, comes flying back as Brannon jumps over him. AND NIGHTMARE HITS STU WITH A BACK BODY DROP OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

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THUD!!!

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Super Stu is Eliminated!!!

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BODIN: Brannon turns and catches a HUGE clothesline by Nightmare.

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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{"Media Fly" by Five Foot Thick blares as Post, the HWA Honorable Champion, comes running out of the back. He slides into the ring and instantly slams into Nightmare}

KING: WOAH!!! Post is laying into Nightmare. He is up with Nightmare...whips him into the ropes. Post jumps over Nightmare...and Joey is waiting for him.

BODIN: Joey hits Nightmare with a kick to the gut. He grabs his arms...WHATEVER DRIVER!!!

{Joey hits a huge double underhook driver on Nightmare that rocks the arena}

{Flashbulbs pop}

KING: YES...that was awesome. Brannon is up...FLYING CLOTHESLINE BY POST. Post has no friends in this match right now. He is now just stomping a hole into Joey Brannon.

BODIN: Both Brannon and Nightmare are out cold...and I don't see Post picking up either of them. So...he just sits in the corner?

KING: I guess he is hoping that the next guy is another member of the CORE.

BODIN: Well...there goes the countdown again.

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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{The crowd comes alive and turns their heads towards the entrance way}

BODIN: Who's it gonna be, King?

{"Brain Stew" blasts over the speaker and the crowd isn't sure whether to boo or cheer}

BODIN: It's Insomniac!!!

KING: Who??

BODIN: Insomniac! He's a young new talent here in the NWF, who by the looks of things, is sleep deprived.

{The thin pale man dressed in a pair of long black jean shorts slowly creeps towards the squared circle}

KING: Well, he's obviously doing the smart thing here and taking his time as he makes his way to the ring.

BODIN: But you have to wonder if he's doing that willingly, or just because he's lacking the energy to go any quicker.

KING: Well, a bad case of Insomnia will do that to ya.

BODIN: Well, meanwhile, in the ring Post is mad that it wasn't Numbers or Ego...so he grabs the now awake, Joey Brannon. He grabs him by the neck...CHOKESLAM. And Post is unleashing a rage on Joey Brannon, stomping onto his chest.

KING: Looks like Insomniac has finally made it into the ring, slow ass.

BODIN: Nightmare is up, rubbing his head. Post notices, grabs Nightmare's arm and whips him at Insomniac.

KING: HA!!! Insomniac ducks and Nightmare trips over him. Nightmare manages to get on the apron though.

WHAM!!!

BODIN: BUT INSOMNIAC HIT A DROPKICK ON NIGHTMARE, SENDING HIM TO THE GROUND.

Nightmare is eliminated!!!

10...

KING: And here comes that countdown again.

9...

BODIN: Insomniac turns around and sees Post stomping on Joey Brannon.

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KING: Insomniac runs and jumps on Post's back. HE'S WRAPPED THE MILLION DOLLAR DREAM ON POST!

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BODIN: I believe he calls it Insomnia.

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KING: I don't care what he calls it, Post is out cold in the middle of the ring and Insomniac as laying up against the ropes.

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BODIN: Brannon is up and looks at Insomniac who is just sitting there.

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KING: Why isn't he doing anything? He could eliminate Insomniac quickly. Wait...they are talking.

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BODIN: Could this be an alliance?

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KING: Don't know, but who's next.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{A single firework goes off as 'Headstrong' blares on the PA system, as the lights fade back on as well. Joey is shown at the top of the entrance ramp, looking at the ring, excited for his NWF debut}

BODIN: This kid has shown in the HWF and the BJWC that he has tons of potential

KING: Let's just hope he shows it and doesn't choke.

{Joey makes his way down the ramp, slapping high fives with fans. He slides into the ring and is instantly attacked by Brannon and Insomniac}

BODIN: He barely got into the ring and those two were on him like a pack of dogs.

KING: What? Poodles? Shitzus? Chihuahuas?

BODIN: Numbers is pulled to his feet. Brannon and Insomniac grab him by the head...they pick him up. TWO MAN BRAINBUSTER and Joey Numbers lands hard on his neck. I wonder if he's okay.

KING: He will be fine, wuss.

BODIN: Wait...Post is slowly up. He sees Numbers and crawls over to him.

KING: Look at the smug look on Brannon's face. That is the attitude of a champ, I'm telling you. I will place money on this kid to win.

BODIN: Didn't you just say he was a poodle?

KING: Shut up. I'm American, I can change my mind.

BODIN: Post lunges forward, catching both Insomniac and Joey Brannon off guard with a double clothesline.

10...

KING: Here we go again. MARCH OF THE LOSERS!!!

9...

BODIN: Will you make up your damn mind?

8...

KING: This is America...I'm an American...and I can do what I want, because I am free. Where you from Bodin?

7...

BODIN: Toronto...Canada.

6...

KING: Canadian...EH???

{King makes the usual stereotypical Canadian 'Eh' sound}

5...

BODIN: Your time is coming, Richard. I hope one of these Canadian wrestlers come out here and whip your be-hind.

4...

KING: Yeah, right.

3...

BODIN: I hope this next person is Canadian.

2...

BODIN: I hope they are big and strong.

1...

BODIN: Here comes the man who will whip your be-hind

KING: Bring it.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{"Head like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails blares out of the speakers as Draven Xaiver slowly comes out of the back, dressed in nothing more then a polka-dot speedo}

{The fans explode in laughter, then cheer}

KING: HA-HA-HA!!! Look at that guy. I guess when Adkins and Slade kicked him out of his dressing room, he didn't have any ring attire to take with him.

BODIN: Or someone jumped him in the back for his clothes.

{Xaiver walks down and slides into the ring. He stands up and turns around to yell at the crowd}

KING: Post comes up from behind...grabs Draven's leg. AND DRAVEN GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

Draven Xaiver is Eliminated!!!

BODIN: The man barely got a chance to yell at us.

KING: Well that is three men down.

BODIN: Post turns around and Brannon HITS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK. Post bounces off the ropes. Brannon grabs him, WHAM...DDT. Brannon climbs up to the top rope as Insomniac jumps and lands a leg drop on Post's neck.

KING: Brannon jumps...ANOTHER SKY HIGH...onto Post.

BODIN: Why is Insomniac going for the pin?

KING: Maybe he is too tired to realize people don't pin in this match.

10...

BODIN: Where are all the big names? Ego? Yoshi?

9...

KING: Yoshi isn't a big name...he's a big pain.

8...

7...

BODIN: You aren't going to make it to your car one of these days.

6...

KING: Is that a threat?

5...

BODIN: Shut up.

4...

BODIN: Here we go folks...eighth man out of fourteen.

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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

#1…2…3 – Go!

{Step Up by Drowning Pool hits the sound system}

# 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.

{BIG Pop}

# I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.

{Yoshima Kawazughi comes strutting out, like a stud horse being to the mares. A deep routed scowl on his face. He stares holes into the fans, which are not cheering him. He’s trying to set his intentions he’s not here to mess around. He wants to turn heads, and he wants to do it now}

# 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.

{He takes his tank-top off and throws it to the floor. He walks closer trying to intimidate the other wrestlers. Again proving he is not here to mess around. He looks up for it tonight as he runs and slides into the ring}

KING: Yay...another loser.

BODIN: Yoshi is up and now Numbers is to. AND THEY ARE GOING AT IT. Both men trading punches as Insomniac and Brannon are trying to push Post over the ropes, but Post has a death grip on that turnbuckle.

KING: Yoshi blocks a punch by Numbers and delivers a kick to the midsection and Joey doubles over. Yoshi grabs Joey...BUT JOEY RAMS HIS HEAD INTO YOSHI'S GUT. Numbers stands a grabs Yoshi's head. FACEPLANT!!!

10...

BODIN: Already?

9...

KING: That's what happens when it takes forever to come to the ring.

8...

BODIN: Post is fighting back...he has Insomniac up on the top rope...

7...

BODIN: ...but Insomniac is holding on for dear life as Brannon is trying to pull Post away.

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3...

2...

KING: This will make six men in the ring.

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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{Dmetri Wehrman steps out of the back, without any music}

BODIN: This man means business. He walked into the BJWC's battle royal and won it. And I bet he intends to come in here and win this one as well.

KING: Well he's got a tough chance. I don't see him taking it.

BODIN: Do you see anyone here that will take it?

KING: Um...no.

{Dmetri slides into the ring and pulls Brannon off of Post}

BODIN: Those two exchange bunches as Numbers HAS THE NUMBERS GAME LOCKED ONTO YOSHI!!!

KING: Yoshi is tapping, but this is an over-the-rope elimination, no pins...no tap outs.

BODIN: Post is pushing Insomniac for dear life, but Insomniac is not budging.

KING: Dmetri whips Brannon into the ropes, but Brannon reverses it and sends Wehrman into the ropes. Dmetri comes flying back...and Brannon jumps into the air...WOAH!!!

{Flashbulbs pop}

KING: Dmetri caught Brannon in mid-air and hit a sit-down powerbomb on him.

10...

BODIN: We only have five more men left.

9...

KING: And the good ones have yet to come out.

8...

BODIN: There are plenty of good wrestlers in that ring.

7...

KING: Yeah, sure.

6...

KING: By the way...

5...

KING: Where is your Canadian bad-ass wrestler?

4...

KING: I'm still waiting for my 'be-hind' whoopin', eh!

3...

{Bodin stops himself from slapping King}

2...

BODIN: You will get yours, don't worry.

1...

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{Everyone turns to the entrance ramp, but no one comes out}

BODIN: Who is supposed to come out?

KING: Yeah, who's the dumbass who missed their cue?

{Suddenly Triple X comes out from the crowd, behind the announcers. He slides into the ring and taps Joey Numbers on the shoulder}

{Huge pop}

BODIN: Both men shake hands. But wait...Triple X is whispering something to Numbers.

KING: Probably sweet nothings, queers.

BODIN: You are SO getting fired.

KING: And you are SO queer, you stupid Canadian.

BODIN: ANYWAY!!! Triple X and Numbers hoist the hurting Yoshi up...DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! Yoshi about went through the mat.

KING: What the hell? Triple X goes over the top rope and stands on the apron. Numbers walks over and pushes him lightly.

Triple X is Eliminated!!!

BODIN: OH THAT'S RIGHT!!! I overheard President Raven saying this was Triple X's retirement match. He came in and helped his friend, then let his friend eliminate him. He went out the way he wanted to.

KING: Oh well.

BODIN: Goodbye Triple X...and good luck.

{Triple X slowly walks up the ramp. He stops at the top and waves to the crowd as the give him one last pop. Triple X then walks into the back, through the curtains}

BODIN: So sad.

KING: Do you need a tissue? You want some lipstick?

BODIN: You are annoying.

KING: How about some blush?

BODIN: You are lucky, just remember that.

KING: Yeah, mmhmm.

BODIN: Back to the match. Post is still trying to push Insomniac over. Wait...Insomniac grabs Posts arm...AND SWINGS OVER THE ROPES.

WHAM!!!

BODIN: Post fell to the outside and Insomniac is still holding on.

Post is Eliminated!!!

10...

KING: I can't believe that little guy eliminated someone.

9...

BODIN: Well now he is just clinging to that bottom rope.

8...

KING: Yeah, Brannon and Dmetri are battling it out while ...

7...

KING: ...Joey Numbers is sitting on the turnbuckle, watching Yoshi, who is barely breathing.

6...

5...

BODIN: After this guy, there is only three spots left.

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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

{"Carini" by Phish blares over the speakers as Don Diego walks out of the back}

{Crowd pops}

BODIN: I remember this guy from when President Raven ran the UFLW. Diego took over when Raven went out on leave. But Diego was GOOD...DAMN GOOD!

KING: Kiss his ass some more, Joe.

{Diego runs down to the ring and slides in under the ropes}

BODIN: Joey Numbers is ready for Don Diego, as he jumps off the turnbuckle. WAIT...YOSHI IS UP. HE GRABS NUMBERS AND HITS A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

Joey Numbers is Eliminated!!!

KING: Look at him, jumping up and down like that.

BODIN: He's excited.

KING: Well here comes Diego, crashing into the back of Yoshi. Yoshi falls hard, neck first, onto the ropes. That looks like it hurts.

BODIN: Meanwhile Brannon has Dmetri in the Boston Crab, Dmetri is tapping, but yet again...no tapping here.

KING: Diego grabs Yoshi...turns him around...FACE BUSTER AND YOSHI DROPS TO THE MAT HARD. Diego climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He jumps DIEGO DIVE.

{Senton Bomb}

BODIN: Fans we are sorry to leave this action but we are being told there is a development happening backstage.

{Cuts to backstage where the camera is in front of Drew Carrig's locker room. The camera man opens the door and we see a stage hand rapidly trying to wake
Drew Carrig up. Drew obviously has had way too much to drink}

STAGEHAND: Come on Mr. Carrig, your up next! Please wake up, the boss will have my ass! COME ON!!!

{The stage hand runs out of the room and a few seconds later rushes in with a bucket. He cocks back and tosses the water inside the bucket on Drew Carrig}

CARRIG: AHHHHH!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!

STAGEHAND: I am sorry sir but I had no other way to wake you up.

DREW: Maybe I didn't want to be woken up?

STAGEHAND: But sir, your up next.

DREW: Oh......DAMN!!!! Why the hell didn't you say so!

{Drew runs out of the room as we cut back to the ring}

KING: He's going to miss his spot!

BODIN: Brannon let's Dmetri guy and then sits down to take a breather, next to Insomniac.

5...

4...

KING: Yoshi is grabbing his chest as he slowly makes it to his feet.

KING: BUT DIEGO CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE. NO!!!

3...

2...

KING: ...Yoshi grabs the ropes and pulls himself up onto the apron.

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#HERE I AM.....DUN DUN DUN

KING: Oh....wow....

#ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!!!!

BODIN: And its the very outspoken "Franchise Player" Drew Carrig.

{Drew comes slowly to the ring. Rubbing his eyes as if he just woke up from a long nap.....oh....wait.....HE DID!!! He slides into the ring and ducks a Diego clothesline}

BODIN: Diego misses and turns around...SUPERKICK AND DIEGO STUMBLES BACK INTO THE ROPES!!!

KING: Carrig charges Yoshi who just gained his footing...SPEAR!!!

BODIN: AND YOSHI FELL TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Yoshi Kawazughi is Eliminated!!!

KING: Carrig smirks as he turns around...CLOTHESLINE BY DIEGO AND CARRIG GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

Drew Carrig is Eliminated!!!

BODIN: That was quick. But he was caught off guard. I'm sure in any other match, he could destroy someone.

KING: Now look at Brannon. He has Dmetri up onto the ropes. Diego runs over and grabs Insomniac, who is standing up. He whips Insomniac into Brannon...AND BRANNON PUSHES DMETRI OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Dmetri Wehrman is Eliminated!!!

10...

BODIN: Three men left in the ring and only two men left to come out.

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KING: Mark Adkins and Kid Ego are the last two to come out.

5...

KING: Either man has the advantage.

4...

KING: The question is do any of these three have enough energy to last Adkins and Ego's assault?

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{"Figured Out" by Nickelback blares over the speakers as Kid Ego steps out of the back}

{Fans pop big time}

KING: Oh boy, Ego is in now.

BODIN: AND HE IS CHARGING THE RING. He slides in under the ropes...Insomniac charges him. They meet in the middle of the ring. Insomniac throws a punch AND ITS BLOCKED!!! Ego hits Insomniac..again...again...again...Both men are at the ropes. Kid Ego pulls back...AND CLOTHESLINES INSOMNIAC OUT OF THE RING!!!

Insomniac is Eliminated!!!

KING: Ego turns around and grabs Don Diego, WAIT...BOTH BRANNON AND EGO BEGIN TO DOUBLE TEAM DIEGO. They whip him into the ropes...Diego comes back as Brannon lifts him into the air...AND DROPS HIM NECK FIRST ONTO THE ROPES.

BODIN: Diego bounces up and turns around...EGO BOOST FROM KID EGO!!! Kid pulls Diego up to his feet...he charges the ropes...and tosses him OVER THE ROPES!!!

Don Diego is Eliminated!!!

KING: Now both Ego and Brannon are staring each other down. Joey Brannon has been in here since the start. He was the first man into this battle royal.

BODIN: And he's got two more men to go through to win it.

10...

KING: And here comes the last contestant.

9...

8..

BODIN: Ego and Brannon lock up.

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KING: Ego gains control...getting Brannon in a side-head lock.

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BODIN: This is going to be it, King.

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{".45" by Shinedown pumps out of the speakers as Mark Adkins walks out of the back. In his hand is Draven's polka-dot speedo. The crowd howls as he walks down to the ring}

KING: Oh that sick bastard. Joe, I have a new role-model.

{Mark climbs up onto the apron}

BODIN: Look, Brannon kicks Ego in the gut. He runs backwards and bounces off the ropes...NO!!! MARK ADKINS PULLED THE ROPE DOWN AND JOEY BRANNON FALLS TO THE OUTSIDE!

Joey Brannon is Eliminated!!!

{Mark climbs into the ring as Ego stands straight up}

KING: Here we go folks. One of these two men will go to Guts, Gold And Glory as the second man in that special four-way match for the Great Lakes Heavyweight Title.

BODIN: And both men meet in the middle of the ring. Mark being six-foot two, just slightly taller then the five-foot eleven Kid Ego.

KING: You can feel the tension building up.

{Flashbulbs pop from the crowd}

BODIN: AND IT EXPLODES AS BOTH MEN ARE TRADING PUNCHES. Kid Ego with the quick knee to the midsection. Ego bounces off the ropes, SCISSOR KICK BUT MARK MOVES OUT OF THE WAY. Mark grabs the surprised Kid Ego.

KING: INDUSTRIAL SHAKEDOWN!!!

{Reverse DVD into Diamond Cutter}

{Meanwhile, Shane Andrews walks out of the back and begins to make his way to the ring}

BODIN: Mark smirks and looks to the crowd. He still has those speedos in his hand.

KING: And he SLINGSHOTS them into the crowd. Have you ever seen so many people move all at once? They almost trampled each other.

BODIN: Shouldn't Mark be dealing with Ego?

KING: He knows what he is doing.

{Mark walks over to Ego, only to be sucker-punched in the gut}

BODIN: I TOLD YOU!!! Kid Ego grabs Mark Adkins...EGO BOOST!!! But Ego is quickly back up as he sees Shane Andrews.

KING: What is Andrews doing...he hops up onto the apron. Ego throws a punch...BUT ANDREWS THROWS A SHOULDER INTO EGO'S GUT. Warren doubles over the ropes as Shane grabs him. WAIT...Mark is up. He slowly makes his way over to Ego and grabs his legs.

BODIN: This can't be good.

KING: With the help of Andrews, Adkins pushes Ego's legs into the air. Could this be it?

BODIN: LOOKOUT!!!

SMASH!!!

DING, DING, DING

KING: Shane Andrews just SUPLEXED KID EGO THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCER'S TABLE!!!

Kid Ego is Eliminated!!!

{Mark Adkins raises his hands in the air}

TAYLOR: And your winner of NWF's Battle Royal...MARK...AAAAAADDDDKIIIIIINS!!!

{".45" by Shinedown smashes out of the speakers as Mr. M and Nathan Slade run out of the back to congratulate him. Also, the paramedics come rushing down to check on Kid Ego}

BODIN: Well folks, that's all the time we have this week.

KING: So tune in next week for the next Dead Zone.

BODIN: Goodnight everybody.

{The scene catches Mark Adkins raising his hands AND the paramedics checking on Kid Ego. The scene then fades out to a NWF logo}

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