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[Vino and the WCWA roster are all out on the entrance ramp. A bell begins to toll.]

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[Vino steps forward with mic in hand as the crowd sits in silence wondering what’s happened.]

Vino: Folks, tonight we wanted to take this time to pause and offer our support to one of the WCWA roster. He is a long time wrestling buddy of mine as he has worked for me in the BWA as well. Last week, Hunter Hill lost his mother. It’s not because we have worked together before that I’ve done this. It’s because everyone that works with me is like family. As a part of the WCWA family, we want Hunter and his family to know that we are here for support at any time.

Many of these guys and ladies are just meeting Hill, but they will find that he’s one of the best to work with in this sport.

Hunter, we pray that God gives you strength in this time of need. If you need us…… We are here for you.

Also, with this being said…… I would like to announce that the match Hunter was to take place in tonight is canceled. Hunter is with family and J C Hawke had transportation problems.

As for JJ Jarone…… if I don’t hear from him in a week’s time. Mr. Jarone will be unemployed.

With that……let’s get on with the show………

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# LET’S GET CRUNK

[“Let’s Get Crunk” the WCWA theme song blast over the RIOT CENTER in Los Angeles, California as the house is packed.]

MJ: Hunter Hill, keep ya head up homie.

SS: Yea, Hill, be strong and we love you. Be there for your family.

[Stills flash of The Einheri and Soultaker defeating 80 Proof, CJ and Maxxine, 80 Proof in the Crunk Rules Match, Khalid Jad with his first WCWA win, Hunter Hill winning in the first round of the title tourney. Then a red light comes up and shines on the vacant WCWA Heavyweight title. Then it slowly moves to the WCWA Goldrush Title and then to the WCWA Tag Team titles. The Riot Logo is displayed as pyro goes off to start the show……]

MJ: I’m Mario Jackson….

SS: And I’m Sylvia Sanchez…….

MJ: Welcome to the crunkest wrestling in the world.

SS: We have some great matches tonight and……I’m getting a message we need to go to the back……

[Karl “Big Man” Jones has entered the arena and is quickly bombarded with people. One person particular happens to be Cynthia Smith, the cutest interviewer that the WCWA has. She rushes over with her tight mini skirt restricting her legs from moving faster.]

Cynthia: Karl! Karl!

[Karl stops and turns around seeing that sexy body of hers chasing close to him.]

Cynthia: Karl, what can we expect from your team the Fatbreakers here tonight?

Karl: “Pain!

[Cynthia frowns at him.]

Cynthia: Pain, is that all?

Karl: Agony!

[Cynthia rolls her eyes at his comment.]

Cynthia: Pain and Agony, how original, I think I’ve heard that twelve times since we opened. I really hate people that can’t use their mind!

[She tweeks a nerve with Karl and he rambles off a few sentences.]

Karl: Pain and Agony was the nicest way to say it. I didn’t want to say get ready to witness the death of 80 Proof, that’s not a professional attitude to have. I…I am a professional, I only tell you what you want to know and I mention nothing extra. I plan on 80 Proof seeing first hand the team that’s torturing both the eastern and western coasts. My team is ready for the so called best in WCWA, and if that’s 80 Proof, I feel sorry for you all! So thanks, next time don’t worry about what I say, just listen to how I say it!

[Karl walks off leaving Cynthia standing there wondering what in the hell he just said.]

SS: We’re ready for our first match of the evening. The Einheri vs CJ and Maxxine.

MJ: Yea, all three of these competitors have been very impressive, so this should be a great match.

SS: I can’t believe you haven’t had a drink yet.

MJ: Who? Yes I did. You didn’t see me, that cup of water………Hell that was Vodka……

[Darkness descended on the arena and Wagner's "Ride of The Valkriyies"played. Emerging first was Bathasar Guldsen in his black suit, melone and wire rimmed glasses. He is followed by his monster The Einheri clad in his ring attire and clutching his steel shield.]

[Suddenly CJ and Maxxine come out from behind Bathasar and attack the Einheri. CJ jumps on his back only to be tossed overhead and landing on the floor. Maxxine tries her hand at attacking him from behind and is met with the same consequence. Einheri reaches down and picks up CJ by the top of his head and throttles his hand around his throat. Maxxine’s up and attacks the Einheri from the side. She rakes his eyes making him release his hold on CJ’s neck. Maxxine and CJ try to pick him up and slam him on the floor, but they have no luck.]

MJ: “Those dumb bitches!”

SS: “What?”

[Mario Jackson hiccups.]

MJ: “They couldn’t pick up a wet mop.”

[The Einheri puts his hands up on his face from the pain of his eyes being scratch. He quickly realizes that CJ and Maxxine are working together to slam him on the floor. He swings closed fists and all with everything he has into the backs of CJ and Maxxine making them release him. Einheri’s back on his feet and grabs Maxxine. He body slams her down to the floor with authority. CJ runs at him only to be met with a lariat across his face, dropping him to the floor.]

SS: “The Einheri is one of the more powerful men in the WCWA.”

MJ: “I must not be drunk enough, but did you just say he was one of the strongest men in the WCWA?”

SS: “Yeah, why? What’s wrong with that?”

MJ: “Believe it or not, but I saw two big blubber asses in the back, they looked like they could have a little power too. They have a manager who’s a damned midget. You put those two on each side of him and it looks like a tiny dick with some giant balls!”

SS: “You’re a worse comedian than Ron Jeremy! Can we just get to the match out here, please?”

[The Einheri picks up Maxxine and lands a huge side slam on her to the floor. He stomps away on her until CJ makes it back up to his feet again. CJ swings, but is caught by the Einheri, he hits an overhead version of a sambo suplex on him. Maxxine’s up to her knees and gets kicked in the face for her efforts. She falls back hits her head on the guardrail.]

MJ: “He’s knocked that crazy biatch out!”

SS: “You know I think you’re an asshole, and I’m going to let you call the rest of this match alone.”

MJ: “Hell yeah! That means were going to get some stank on it now!”

[CJ watches on as Maxxine’s head cracks into the guardrail. He runs at the Einheri and is hit with the “Nordic Boot”.]

MJ: “The “Nordic Boot” he just killed him!”

[The Einheri picks up CJ and rolls him into the ring. The Einheri walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. The referee calls for the bell to start the match. The limp body of CJ lies in the middle of the ring not moving. The Einheri bens over and picks him up, he throttles him around the throat, he lifts him up, and slams him down hard with a huge chokeslam.]

MJ: “Could be it after the “Ball in a mug Sting”!”

[He’s not satisfied with that the Einheri picks him up once again, only this time he’s setting him up for the “Mjölnir,” a cutthroat reverse death valley driver. He has him up, and slams him down.]

MJ: “[He burps] It’s over…that’s it. No one gets up after that!”

[The referee makes the count.]

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ID: “Ladies and gentlemen your winner, the Einheri!”

SS: A great match to start off the show. CJ and Maxxine gave it their best.

MJ: They got murdered. The Einheri didn’t even blink about hitting a woman……

[Commercial for WCWA’s March Madness Pay Per View.]

INSERT KHALID JAD VS SOULTAKER
The writer hasn’t gotten this match to me, so I’ll write it Wednesday and add it to the card myself. I’m not gonna wait.

[Cynthia Smith stands in the back as “Gorgeous” Allen Young comes strutting into the scene and blows a kiss to the camera.

Cynthia: We are just minutes away from you making your WCWA debut any comments?

Allen: Take a look at the best looking man in WCWA that right tonight you people are going to be in for a real treat as in just a few minutes as “Gorgeous” Allen Young will inside that ring out there. So take note WCWA fans and roster cause in a just a few minutes you guys are going to see the cutting edge of fashion and style. You are going to see a man who will bring so class to the WCWA; however, the most important thing you are going to see what a real man looks like inside that ring and his name is “Gorgeous” Allen Young!

[Prince's Love Sexy starts to play.]

Allen: [looks at Cynthia.] That's my music it's time to walk down that runway and strut my stuff as I head to the ring!

[The scene fades to black as “Gorgeous” Allen Young heads toward the ring.]

ID: Our next match is a second round WCWA Heavyweight title tournament match. Coming to the ring at this time standing at 6’0 tall and weighing in at 230 pounds…….He is “Gorgeous” Allen Younggggggggggggggggggg!

MJ: Look at this guy……

SS: Yea, he’s GAY!

MJ: Even drunk I can’t get into that shit.

[Love Sexy by Prince hits has “Gorgeous” Allen Young comes out to the ring spraying the crowd with perfume as he comes to the ring wearing his pink bola. As “Gorgeous” Allen Young gets into the ring he spins around in a circle as he blows kisses to the crowd.]

SS: That smells devine.

MJ: He sprayed me in the damn eye. I’ll……

SS: Sit yo drunk ass down, you ain’t gonna do a damn thing.

ID: And his opponent making his way to the ring. He hails from Kashmir, Pakistan. He stands at 6’ 1 ½” and weighs in at 198 pounds. He is “Scumbag” Amir Ahmadddddddddddddddddddddddd!

SS: This guy had what we would call an upset win against J C Hawke last show.

MJ: It’s gonna be a little tougher this week, dealing with Young. He taunts these guys and gets them off their game.

SS: What ever it takes to win is what he says he will do.

[The RIOT siren goes off as Amir Ahmad comes walking out in ring attire with a bottle of Jim Beam and slapping the fans hands.]

MJ: Now that’s my boy there. Give me some that Jim Beam cuz!

SS: Sit yo drunk ass down. You’re gonna get fired.

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SS: Oh goodness, as Ahmad was climbing through the ropes Allen Young delivered a vicious knee to the face that knocked Amir back out to the floor.

MJ: Let me go get that bottle of Jim Beam so it won’t go to waste.

[Young catapulting himself over the top rope with a flying cross body catches Ahmad as he was getting to his feet. Young rolling on top of Amir and grinding on his body as Amir quickly shoves him off.]

MJ: I told you, didn’t I. He’s already taunting Amir Ahmad and trying to get his head messed up.

SS: Like I said, the man said whatever it takes to win, he’ll do it.

[Young back into the ring as an angry Ahmad chases him back inside. Young off the far side ropes and goes for a leap frog, but Amir catches him and turns it into a spinning spinebuster that rocks the ring. Ahmad on top and laying on lefts and rights as the ref is telling him to stop. Amir hops up, pulling Allen by the hair and slaps him for good measure. Then quickly as Allen is turning his face back to him, Amir with a kick to the mid section and nails a swinging bulldog. Ahmad to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault that connects hard in the middle of the ring. He rolls Young over for a count.]

The ref is in position….

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MJ: KICKOUT! “Gorgeous” Allen Young may have been playing possum there, as that kickout seemed kind of strong.

SS: Young is no stranger to the ring and he does have the experience factor on Ahmad.

MJ: I’ll drink to that. DAMN….This Jim Beam is righteous.

[Amir Ahmad with a drop kick to the face of Allen Young as he was sitting up from that cover. Ahmad goes for an elbow drop, but Young rolls out of the way. Allen over to the corner and pulls himself to his feet as Ahmad comes charging in. Allen with his feet up and catches Amir in the chest. Young quickly follows up with a stiff clothesline. Ahmad back to his feet, only to be laid out by another clothesline. Amir back up again and as Young goes for clothesline this time, Amir ducks. Young stops quickly and grabs a hand full of hair and yanks Ahmad down to the canvas. The ref is getting on Young about the hair pull, but Young ignores him. Allen back over to Amir, but Amir with his own tricks as he pokes Young in the eyes. Amir up and executes a german suplex on Allen Young.]

SS: These guys are going for it in this match. It’s been back and forth with no one seeming to be able to keep the upper hand.

MJ: Hell the longer it last, the more of this Jim Beam I get to drink. I hope they wrestle until they pass out.

SS: You’re a mess.

MJ: No! I’m about to make a mess. Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

SS: You sick bastard….clean that up.

[Lefts and rights to the head of Allen Young from the smaller Amir Ahmad. Ahmad like a mad man as he continues to fire off with a full head of steam. Ahmad pulling Allen to his feet and going for a Northern Lights suplex that connects. He rolls over for the cover.]

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MJ: No close as GAY kicks out at the one count.

[Young rolling up and leaning against the ropes. Ahmad not wasting time, as he comes over, and whips Young to the turnbuckles. Amir charging in and Allen moves in the nick of time as Amir slams chest first into the turnbuckle area. Young with a Backwards victory roll up for the count.]

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! KICKOUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

SS: Close call for Amir. He almost got pinned because of that mistake.

MJ: I’d like to pin yo fine ass.

SS: You couldn’t find the hole you’re so drunk.

[Young has Amir up and he has him in an airplane spin. Round and round and round and round and round……Young tosses Amir out of that airplane spin like he’s a rag doll. Allen over to Ahmad quickly and locks in a camel clutch and he’s getting all the leverage he needs. Allen taking his forearm and smashing it across the face of Amir and then leans up and kisses him on the cheek. Amir angrily powering up. As he reaches his knees, Young slaps him on the ass and backs off blowing a kiss at Amir.]

MJ: Now that’s GAY for you. He’s taking Amir off his game plan with those tactics.

SS: Amir is madder than hell now. He’s sure to make some mistakes if he doesn’t get his head back into this match.

[Amir chasing Young around the ring. Young drops quickly and catches Amir in a drop toe hold. He slaps him on the ass again and delivers a kick to the kidney area. Young with another kick to the kidney area. Knee across the back of the neck by Young. He pulls Amir up by the head and goes for a DDT, but Amir reaches out and grabs the ropes. Young hits the canvas hard as Amir falls with a fist to the chest of Young. Amir climbing back to his feet slowly as those kidney shots took their toll on him. Ahmad falling back on the ropes watches as Young begins to get to his feet. Young charging Amir, but Amir ducks and races to the far side ropes. As Young bounces off the other side Amir leaps and catches Young with a hurricanranna that sends Allen sliding out of the ring. Amir resting on the ropes as Young hit the mat hard outside. Ahmad getting to one knee and goes over and grabs a hand full of hair and begins to pull Young up on the apron. Young with a punch to the gut and grabs Amir around the neck and drops down bring Amir’s neck across the top rope.]

SS: OH! He almost took his head off. They should ban that move.

MJ: Hell no…..That’s what I came to see hell. Hit this Jim Beam again shit!

SS: Here comes Vino.

MJ: Where? DAMN U!

[Young back into the ring and scoops Amir up and executes a body slam. Young distracts the ref for a moment and as Amir is getting up, Young with the perfume spray and sprays Amir in the face. Amir is blinded, as Allen with a boot to the midsection and hoist Ahmad up and delivers a brain buster. Young signaling for “The Face Lift.”]

SS: If he get’s this it’s over.

MJ: He cheated though….He sprayed Amir in the face with that stinking perfume.

[Amir still blinded walks right into Young and he nails Ahmad with “THE FACE LIFT,” his version of an ace crusher. Young with a cover.]

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ID: Your winner and moving on to the final round of the Tournament for the Heavyweight title is “Gorgeous” Allen Younggggggggggggggggggggg!

SS: That was a great match. I’m sure Amir will have something to say about the outcome of it though.

MJ: Hell I would. He let GAY beat him. That damn sure calls for a drink.

[Commercial for the WfWA and all it’s regions.]

MJ: “This next contest should be interesting.”

SS: “Yeah, a couple of alcoholics. You WOULD think that’s interesting.”

MJ: “Yeah, against a couple of guys who could stand to lose a few. Hmmm, who might THAT interest.

[She slaps his shoulder….HARD!]

ID: “Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is set for one fall. It is to determine the #1 contenders for the tag team titles. Introducing first…..

[“I’m Fat” by Weird Al Yankovic blasts out through the arena as Jimmy Ryans and Dustin Dunn step out from behind the curtain wearing their matching tight black wrestling singlet, black boots and knee pads. On the duos shoulders is their manager Karl “Big Man” Jones who’s taking a ride to the ring.]

ID: “They come to us from Blimpsville, Whale-a-fornia! At a lean, mean, tough, buff, stacked and JAAAAAAKED Six Hundred and Sixty-Seven Pounds...Superslob Dustin Dunn, Flabulous Jimmy Ryans, they are.The..Fatbreakers!!!!

[They arrive to the ring and lift Jones off their shoulders placing him on the ring apron. Jones rolls over the bottom rope to get in the ring. Ryans walks over towards the ring steps and lets the four short steps keep him from crawling up to the ring, so he rolls up onto the ring apron and tries to roll in. He gets stuck between the bottom rope and the mat so Dunn has to give him a little push as Jones pulls the strap of his singlet trying to help. Dunn to rolls under the bottom rope, but he doesn’t get stuck. The blubber butts get up off their backs and prepare for their match by trying to do a few toe touches, but their belly is the only thing that gets touched.]

MJ: I’m not even sure what to say right now.

SS: I am. I know you have alcohol over there.give me some.

ID: And their opponents.

[The legendary chords of Skynyrd's “Sweet Home Alabama” echo through the arena. The intSSet fans of the BWA days pop HUGE!]

ID: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Clearfield, Alabama, weighing in at 545 pounds. Jim Beam!.Jack Daniels!..80 Proof!!!!

[As the bass riff really kicks in, they step from behind the curtains. The first man, tanding barely 6 feet tall, he appears wiry, but confident. He wears jean shorts and a black t-shirt with green lettering that says, “MSS”. One the back it reads simply “Living History”. Jim carries in his hand a flagpole with the SouthSS flag waving tall, and a smaller POWMIA flag proudly displayed. His partner steps out right after him. Hi partner is the power man in the team. And does he EVER look big. Always a large man, he has somehow packed even more muscle onto the 6’3 frame. He is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt as well. His reads, “Bar-room Brawl” On the back, it reads, “Out the door, out the window, any way at all.” He takes a few swings with the axe-handle that is in his hands, and then they make their way to the ring.]

[The bell rings as Beam and Dunn circle each other in the ring before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Dunn quickly comes away with a side headlock. Beam tries to fight his way out but Dunn quickly switches out of the headlock and into a hammerlock. Beam quickly ducks under and reverses it into a hammerlock of his own. Dunn looks around before making his way to the ropes as the ref calls for the break.]

MJ: Dunn doing a little feeling out in the early going.

SS: Yeah, but it's still just a matter of time til we see the infamous Pancake.

[Beam gives him a clean break before backing up. Dunn shakes out the arm a little bit before going to his corner and talking things out with Ryans before going in for another tie-up. Beam buries a quick knee into the midsection before firing in a forearm to the jaw. Beam whips a stunned Dunn into the ropes and goes for a back drop but Dunn leapfrogs over.]

MJ: I can’t believe he got off the ground!

[Dunn hits the nearside ropes when Beam goes for a hiptoss but Dunn blocks it and reverses it into a hip toss of his own. ]

SS: That was a SERIOUS hip toss, and if anyone around here knows hims, it’s me!!

[Beam gets back to his feet and charges into a thumb in the eye. Dunn grabs Beam and throws him into his corner and makes the tag to Ryans Smith. Ryans and Dunn try to pummel Beam in the corner but Beam fires back with rights until he gets back to the center of the ring.]

MJ: Beam brawled his way out on that exchange.

SS: That’s what these two guys are known for. That and a blood alcohol content higher than their IQ..

[The ref yells at Dunn to get out of the ring when Ryans plays to the crowd before talking smack to Daniels. Ryans points to Daniels as if he wants him in the ring.]

SS: Ryans trying to intimidate the # time World Tag Team Champs. I don't know if that is a good idea.

SS: In a word, no. Daniels will turn this guy into a greasespot if he gets ahold of him.

[Beam makes the tag to Daniels, who calmly steps through the ropes and looks at Ryans with an eager look. Ryans continues to talk a little trash before they lock up and Daniels immediately shoves him to the mat like a lightweight. Ryans just looks up in mild amazement.]

SS: Daniels just showing that brute power in the early going.

SS: Ryans can’t believe he was able to move him like that.

[Ryans gets to his feet and dusts himself and goes back for another tie-up but Daniels catches him with a waistlock while Ryans fires away with back elbows to the head before hitting the ropes and gets dropped to the mat with a shoulder from a non-moving Daniels. Ryans gets to his feet again while Daniels urges him to try it again. Ryans looks around in frustration before hitting the ropes and ducks under a clothesline from Daniels before hitting the ropes again and makes a blind tag to Dunn. Daniels goes for another clothesline but Ryans ducks under and pounces on Daniels with a Lou Thez press. After repeated right hands by Ryans, Dunn drops a measured elbow to the throat of Daniels..]

MJ: Good teamwork by the Fatbreakers.

SS: I believe Lou Thez could still get up higher than that.

[Dunn gets to his feet and stomps away at the head of Daniels before dragging him up by the hair. Dunn grabs a front face lock and takes Daniels over with a snap suplex and rolls through for the cover.]

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SS: Daniels easily kicks out of the first cover of the match-up.

[Dunn drags Daniels to his feet and makes the tag to Ryans, who quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and connects with a double ax-handle to the back of Daniels. Daniels tries to stay on his feet when Ryans hits the ropes and drives Daniels down to the mat with a bulldog headlock. Ryans gets to his feet and leaps up into the air before dropping an elbow to the chest before going for the cover.]

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SS: Daniels kicks out once more.

[Ryans picks up Daniels while Beam stands in his corner waiting for the tag. Ryans charges in and gets knocked down with a big boot to the face. Ryans goes for the tag, but he’s cut off. Dunn charges in and gets nearly taken out of his boots with a massive clothesline.]

SS: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!!!

SS: And Daniels got all of it.

[Daniels picks up Ryans and whips him into the ropes and catches him with a kick to the gut. Daniels with a white Russian Leg Sweep!

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SS: I don't know how but Ryan gets the shoulder up to save the titles.

[Beam slowly gets to his feet and pulls Ryan to his feet before taking him back down with a short arm clothesline. Beam climbs up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a forearm smash across the throat before going for another cover.]

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[Dunn comes in and just falls on Beam to break the cover.]

SS: If Dunn didn't come in, it might have been over.

[Beam walks over and makes the tag to Daniels before picking up Ryans and irish whip him into the ropes before taking him up and over with a surprisingly high back body drop.]

SS: I think Dunn just registered on the richter scale.

[Daniels grabs Dunn while Beam goes to the corner. Daniels grabs a waistlock and takes Dunn over with a belly to back suplex. Daniels hits the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but Dunn rolls out of the way. Daniels gets to his feet and goes for another elbow drop but Dunn rolls out of the way again. Dunn gets to the ropes and tries to get back to his feet when Daniels charges at him but Dunn goes low and takes Daniels over the top rope to the floor. Dunn makes the tag and Ryans quickly climbs to the top.]

MJ: “Even without knowing what he’s going to do, I KNOW this isn’t a good idea.”

[Ryans LEAPS off the top and connects with a senton Daniels on the outside.]

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

MJ: Talk about high-risk. Ryans just put it all on the line with that one move.

SS: “That was like a Wild Turkey taking off. Don’t you agree? You know a lot about Wild Turkey.”

[Ryans gets to his feet slowly. A spatula may be required to get Daniels back up.

MJ: ‘I think we need to face it…Daniels might be dead.

[ Ryans grabs Daniels and connects with a couple of knife edge chops before picking up Daniels and and hooks him up in front of the steel baricade.]

SS: “This probably won’t feel good.”.

[Ryans yanks Daniels back into the guardrail with a Russian Leg Sweep.. The ref yells at Ryans to bring it back into the ring. Ryans a little slow to get up grabs Daniels and pulls him back up before rolling him back into the ring.

SS: The Fatbreakers might pull this one out!]

[Ryans, bends Daniels over.]

MJ: “Hey, I’ve seen YOU in that position a lot.”

SS: “This could be what he calls the ‘SlimSlow. If he hits this, it’s over.”

[Ryans lifts Daniels into the air, but before he finish the DVD, Beam takes his feet out with a reverse leg sweep. Ryans is down awkwardly.]

MJ: “Beam may have just saved it.”

SS: “But he pissed off Dunn something fierce. He’s all over Beam, and throwing kicks to Daniels in his spare time.”

And it looks to be working because Daniels looks to be in bad shape.

The ref urges Beam to get out of the ring and Dunn Turns his attention back to Daniels who is still down on the mat. Beam goes to his corner and waits for the tag.]

SS: Beam leaving the ring as the ref ordered before he got disqualified.”

SS: Yeah, but it won't count for anything if Daniels can't get to the corner and make that tag.

[Dunn’s partner is still down on the outside with some sort of knee injury.]

MJ: “Dunn, opening up with the offense now. Vertical suplex!”

SS: “And he following it right up with a ham hock leg drop. Cover.

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No!

Daniels out.”

[Dunn gets cak to his feet, and walks right on Daniels chest as he moves into better position.]

MJ: He lifts Daniels up, side back breaker, elevates him again, and down with a side suplex. Another cover.

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NO!!! That was close.

[Dunn, quickly follows up, smelling blood in the water. He pulls Daniels over to his own corner. He sits him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs to the second]

MJ: “Dunn, looking for the Gastric Bypass Slam. This reverse choke slam will be it.”

SS: “Daniels, Firing back now. Right hands.”

MJ: “Daniels really rocked him with that one. And a boot to the midsection….”

SS: “What….is he trying….to do?”

[Daniels, slowly lifts Dunn upside down.]

MJ: “Could it be the last call?”

[Daniels delivers a sitout powerbomb.]

MJ: “Oh my GOD!!!”

[The ring bracing appeantly gave way under the weight, and the ring now lay badly slanted. Daniels and Dunn are rolled up against the ropes. Beam, climbs to the top anyway.]

SS: “He can’t do this!”

[Beam leaps off and drops the Alabama Jam onto the head of Dunn. Beam bounces out of the ring and hits the floor.]

MJ: “All four men are down. The ring is collapsed. Now what?”

[The referee goes from man to man, trying to see if anyone can continue. He points for the bell.]

SS: “Obviously nobody can continue, but who will go to PPV to wrestle for the Tag Titles?

[The guitars fire. The bass joins in. The crowd pops with anticipation. The unmistakable sounds of AC/DC ]

MJ: “What’s the music of our head booker, Double…..K!!!!!!!”

SS: “Maybe we’ll get some answers.”

[A resounding chorus of boos erupt from the crowd. A smattering of fans chant ‘BdubA BdubA’]

[The man known as DoubleK steps through the curtain.]

[DoubleK stands at the top of the ramp. He is wearing a perfectly tailored Armani suit and a blood red shirt underneath. He doesn’t even look at the fans. He just takes the mic.]

DK: “Cut the music”

[The music cuts off, the crowd becomes more annoyed.]

DK: “My name is DoubleK, and I’m the head booker here. I book most of the matches you see in this ring. I’m here tonight to explain something to you. I book for the WCWA.”

[There is a weak pop for the mention of WCWA.]

DK: “I don’t book for the boss. I don’t book for the wrestlers, and I sure as HELL don’t book for the fans.”

[With a renewed energy, the boos rain down.]

DK: “I don’t give a DAMN what you want to see. I couldn’t care less what the wrestlers want. I book for the good of the company….and the good of the business.”

[What was originally a half hearted booing has grown to a full fledged chorus of boos.]

DK: “Your boos mean nothing to me. I will book matches as I see fit. Guys will face each other when it is best for the company, and not before. I will let guys face each other when they have heat, but it will be on my terms. This will not become like the WWE where the inmates run the Asylum. If you want someone bad enough, you will be patient. You will EARN that match. And if you play your cards right, you may earn it on a VERY big stage.”

[The chants of BdubA are revived once again.]

DK: “What you saw here tonight was good for business. With Einheri otherwise occupied at the PPV, a rematch between 80 Proof and The Fatbreakers would be a good match. “

[That match gets a good response.]

DK: “And here is why you’re not going to see it.”

[More boos]

DK: “Soultaker has earned a shot as much as Einheri has. Just because Einheri can’t wrestle the tag match, there is no reason Soultaker shouldn’t be involved in a match for the tag titles. And he will be. He, and a partner to be determined next week will face 80 Proof and the FatBreakers in a Boulavard of Broken Dreams match at the very first WCWA PPV.”

[The crowd pops, and they aren’t even sure why.]

DK: “That is what you guys need to figure out. Do you want to be a mid-carding on Riot? Or do you have what it takes to headline a PPV? Me? I’m all about the PPV. You decide where you fall…”

[Double K drops the mic and heads for the back]