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MJ: Hello Peeps and welcome the third installment of WCWA Riottttttttttttttttt! I'm "Lil One" Mario Jackson...

SS: And I'm Sylvia Sanchez and we have a card in store for you tonight.

MJ: Yea and the rest of the roster are getting ready as well as we once again welcome you to.....RIOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

[Pyro blast around the Riot Center as red smoke fills the entrance way. The Riot sirens blast as the fans are on their feet chanting....]

FANS: WE GET CRUNK!

WE GET CRUNK!

[The Screen comes up with stills of Terminal Frost, The Einheri, Soultaker, CJ, Maxinne, Keith Dylan James, Khalid Jad, JJ "3J" Jarone, Daniel Richards, 80 Proof, and Hunter Hill. A clip is shown of Janice St. Martins showing up and saving Vanessa from Maxxine and TTO, and then suddenly the arena turns bright red with red strobe lights dancing around the Center.]

SS: Folks welcome to the WCWA cause are all about giving the people what they want. What do they want Mario?

MJ: They WANT TO GET CRUNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

SS: Our first match of the evening pits newcomer Daniel Richards against JJ “3J” Jarone.

MJ: Jarone has been impressive, but I hear Richards is one tough character.

OOC note: Still waiting on this match, but I will let you know that Richards wins.

[Backstage.]

[Sitting on a steel folding chair, his head hung low, elbows resting on his thighs, is one of the newest members of the WCWA roster. At just under six feet tall, Khalid Jad is not an imposing figure by any means. But now he looks even younger, even more vulnerable, as he waits for his match against Keith Dylan James later on in the evening.]

[Enter Cynthia Smith. Attractive and competent, smart and witty, her function is to ask the tough questions, to get inside the head of these athletes, to allow the fans a glimpse of what goes on inside the mind of a professional wrestler. Her current task is to get Khalid Jad to open up for the first time on WCWA programming.]

Cynthia: Excuse me, Khalid Jad. Can I have a moment of your time?

[Khalid looks up. He notices Cynthia's microphone, and the camera man that follows behind her. He seems almost shocked to see someone in his dressing room wanting to interview him.]

Khalid Jad: Certainly, Miss Smith.

[Cynthia walks up to Khalid, holding the microphone to her own lips.]

Cynthia: Khalid, last week you defeated two men in a street fight, a match you weren't originally booked to compete in. Do you think that gave you an unfair advantage?

[She places the microphone before Khalid's face. He pauses, as if to think through his response before speaking. Finally, he shrugs.]

Khalid Jad: Perhaps. And if that is the case, then I have no problem with facing either man in a rematch to prove that I don't need advantages to walk away victorious.

[She shifts the microphone back to her mouth again.]

Cynthia: Tonight you face one of your opponents from last week, Keith Dylan James. Do you think defeating him will go a long way to proving last week wasn't a fluke?

[She holds the microphone to him once more, and this time there is no hesitation before his response.]

Khalid Jad: Definitely. I have a lot to prove, not only to these fans, to the people who pay my checks, and to the people watching on television, but to myself as well. Believe it or not, I have doubts about how valid my victory last week was. So if I can defeat Keith Dylan James tonight, that will prove to the doubters - myself included - that I'm a force to be reckoned with, not just a one week wonder.

[She nods her head, then speaks into the microphone.]

Cynthia: Can we talk for a moment about that mysterious man, who insiders are dubbing your benefactor? I was wondering what your ...

[Khalid holds up a hand.]

Khalid Jad: I'm sorry, Cynthia. I cannot speak about that subject.

Cynthia: But just one ...

[Again he cuts her off.]

Khalid Jad: I'm sorry. It's off limits. If you will excuse me, I have to prepare for my match.

[With that, Khalid makes his way to the door, and disappears, leaving Cynthia with a perplexed expression on her face.]

[Commercial for Shockwave]

MJ: Damn! Khalid is being real hush…hush about his benefactor. I need to know who it is for myself.

SS: For what? So you can get his money and get more alcohol than you can possibly consume!

MJ: Now, that is a thought.

SS: You’re sick. Vino needs to demand that you get help.

MJ: You mean he knows about my drinking on the job. Please tell me no.

[Sylvia looks at Mario and just shakes her head.]

SS: It’s time for our tag team match of the night.

MJ: What do you mean it’s time, hell it’s started look.

[Soultaker and Einheri are tearing into Jim Beam and Jack Daniels as they were trying to climb into the ring. Soultaker sending Beam to the corner, while Einheri sends Daniels crashing into Beam. Einheri grabs Soultakers arm and whips him to the corner and Soultaker smashes the two drunken bastards in the corner. The ref tells them he needs one of them to leave the ring from both teams. Einheri stays in and he tosses Jack Daniels over the rope and to the floor to keep Beam inside. Einheri with shoulder tackles to the abdomen area of Jim Beam. He tosses Beam out of the corner with authority and attempts to follow up with a knee drop, but Beam rolls out of the way from instinct only.]

SS: This match has started out strong. Looks like Einheri and Soultaker are trying to show they may want the tag straps as well as going for the WCWA Heavyweight title.

MJ: I know I wouldn’t want to be in the ring with either one of those monsters.

SS: Hell 80 Proof don’t care who they fight, as long as they can fight someone.

MJ: Well they are in a fight tonight. I hope they don’t get hurt, cause we are supposed to go out for drinks after this show.

[Beam retaliates with a pelle kick to the back of the knee of Einheri. Einheri is so tall when he falls forward, he extends his hand and tags Soultaker. Soultaker is in and charges Beam. Jim with a drop toe hold and floats over with a headlock on the mat. Beam with some stiff punches to the head of Soultaker, but this seems to piss Soultaker off. Soultaker getting to his knees and delivers a jab the mid section of Beam. He shoves Beam to the corner and Beam tags in Daniels. Jack gets in and ducks a clothesline that would have taken his head off. He reaches back and drops Soultaker with a neckbreaker. Daniels up and follows up with an elbow drop that connects to the forehead of Soultaker. Jack pulling Soultaker to his feet and executes an European forearm that doesn’t seem to have had any effect. Jack rushes to the ropes and slams into Soultaker and that doesn’t move him. Jack off the ropes once again and goes to slam into Soultaker, but Soultaker catches him in a belly to belly suplex that rocks the damn ring.]

MJ: Oh man, that almost made me sober up. [Reaching in his pocket for his bottle.]

SS: Something ought to make you sober up. That Belly to belly made the announce table bounce. That was some major impact by Soultaker.

[Jack Daniels is rolling in pain, as Soultaker grabs his leg and drags him to the corner. Soultaker tags in The Einheri. Soultaker with Jack in a backbreaker position across his knee as The Einheri leaps off the middle turnbuckle with a leg drop across the chest of Jack Daniels. The Einheri not wasting any time as he pulls Jack up and nails him with a scoop slam and mounts Daniels and lays on the lefts and rights. The ref is issuing a five count.]

[Einheri still nailing Daniels]

[Einheri stops before the five count and covers Daniels.]

[Jim Beam in for the save with a double axe handle blow to the back of The Einheri. Beam with a knee lift to Einheri as he was rising to his feet. Beam and Daniels sending Einheri to the far ropes. The go for a double clothesline, but Einheri breaks it. As they turn around Soultaker is bouncing off the ropes and nails both of them with a double clothesline of his own. Soultaker grabs Jim Beam and tosses him over the ropes. Einheri has Jack Daniels in a bear hug. Soultaker races to the ropes and charges back and leaps with a flying forearm to the chest of Daniels, knocking him out of the arms of The Einheri. Soultaker back to his corner with instructions from the ref. The Einheri, out of the corner with an Oklahoma Stampede on Daniels. He doesn’t go for the cover. He tags Soultaker. Soultaker in and executes a standing suplex, but Jim Beam comes in and drop kicks Soultaker in the mid section. Daniels falls on top of Soultaker and ref begins to make the count.]

MJ: No…Soultaker kicks out at two with authority.

[Beam and Daniels are laying it on Soultaker as the ref is stopping The Einheri from entering the ring. Beam has the right leg and Daniels has the left leg and they execute a split that doesn’t go with Soultaker’s groin area well at all. Daniels out of the ring without a tag, but the ref doesn’t see it. Beam with a Garvin stomp on Soultaker. He pulls Soultaker to his feet, and executes a full arm drag and twist in an attempt to take the big mans power away. Beam maneuvering and performing some basic technical moves to end up with Soultaker in a modified chickenwing suplex. Beam quick to his feet and he races to the ropes, but he’s caught by The Einheri with a boot to the back. Beam falls forward and is caught by Soultaker with a double armed DDT. Daniels is in and nails Soultaker from behind with a drop kick. The Einheri is in and spears Daniels. Soultaker grabs Beam and hot shots him off the top rope. As he’s falling back The Einheri is bouncing off the ropes and leaping and catching Beam with a leg drop just as he’s landing from that hot shot. Daniels trying to get back into the ring, but The Einheri slides out and he and Daniels are going at it. Soultaker with the cover.]

ID: Ladies and gentlemen….the winners of the match…..Soultaker and The Einheri……

SS: Now that was a great match.

MJ: I just hope me and 80 Proof are still going out to get drunk.

SS: Get drunk, you’re already drunk.

MJ: You can tell……

[Commercial for WCWA’s First PPV entitled Ground Breaking Experience]

Insert Terminal Frost vs Hunter Hill: Waiting on this match as well, but Hill wins…..

[We now take you away from the rest of the broadcast and cut to the backstage area of the Riot Control Center with WCWA reporter Cynthia Smith who is standing by with two people - one male, and one other female. The male, who looks to be in his mid-30's, has scraggly brown hair some brushed forward some brushed backwards and a matching beard. Resting on his lips is the last bits of a cigarette which probably is violating some ordinance right about now, but at his size nobody seems to want to ask him to put it out. He is wearing a black t-shirt with the words "Thin Lizzy" written across the front which are worn and faded a bit. But he's standing in the back, the two ladies (one being Cynthia) stand in the foreground and the redhead standing next to Cynthia is an absolute knockout. She wears a black tie-up halter top showing off her midriff and well toned abs, it also pushes up her natural assets... note: "natural".]

CS: I am joined at this time with one of West Coast Wrestling's latest signings, Dick Harris and his manager Missy Monroe. Missy, you have asked for this time to introduce us to your...

[Fifteen seconds, it took fifteen seconds of not talking to push Missy Monroe over the edge on this one. It probably felt like an eternity for the redhead. She pulls the microphone away from the mouth of Cynthia Smith and begins to do what second probably does second best in life... talk.]

MM: I am sorry, but any more of you and less of me is going to cause a serious drop in the ratings... if you know what I mean.

[Missy gives Cynthia a once over glance and then rolls her eyes. Read: "total bitch look"]

MM: Three shows! Three shows it has taken for this company to wisen up and put me on the air. Professional wrestling? I cannot say for certain if you can consider this place professional, no limo waiting for me at the airport... three star hotel... Center yourself Missy. Center. Okay, better. My chi has been realigned, and now I may continue. It has taken awhile, but because of my raw talent in the behind the scenes I, Missy Monroe, have brought to the West Coast the greatest names in wrestling in the United States, no... in the world to you. Mister Dick Harris.

[The man in the "Thin Lizzy" t-shirt tosses aside the remaining butt of his cigarette and blows some smoke in the air as he walks forward and puts his arm around the shoulder of Missy Monroe, making sure not to mess up her hair any in the process. Completely out of place on the West Coast in his dress and anti-Hollywood appearance Harris speaks slowly and always chewing something in his mouth.]

DDH: Y'all can call me Dirty.

Now, thanks to the lovely Miss Monroe ah decided to leave the East Coast and head out here to the West Coast. It was a tough call, ya see, ah have been rasslin' on the East Coast since the age of fourteen... my family and friends, all in the business, and all asked the same question when ah told'em ah was leavin'. They says to me, Dirty why ya leavin' for Hollywood?

And its the deep questions like that, that really made me think... is the bright lights and big city dream? Well, not exactly. Is the clean air and bright sunshine of Cali-forn-i-aye? Not at all. Is the amount of money and funbags of Missy Monroe?

I believe that is the reasons.

[And he takes a second to check out her funbags.]

DDH: She wants blood... she gets blood. She wants me to break bones... ah'm gonna break bones. The party is officially crashed here on the West Coast, someone just took a dump on the Hollywood walk of fame. Ya get at what ah'm sayin'?

Dirty is out here to play.

[Dick Harris walks back to the background.]

MM: I believe the interview is over, give them all five seconds to gawk at me and then cut back to ringside.

[Sure enough Missy begins the countdown on her hand starting at five... four... three... two... one. She blows a kiss towards the camera and we cut back to ringside.]

MJ: Well I guess Dirty Dick has made his presence known to us.

SS: I wonder if he really is a dirty dick.

MJ: DAMN! You’re a freak I knew it. Ole Dirty got to you…..

SS: Shut up you idiot!

[As "Control" by Puddle of Mudd plays on the arena speakers, Khalid Jad charges through the entrance curtain in a sprint, and runs full tilt toward the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and gets to his feet in one fluid motion. He then makes his way to the corner, mounts the ropes, feet on the second turnbuckle, and raises his hands in the air, fists clenched. After a count of five, he dismounts from the turnbuckle, and faces his opponent, doing various final stretching exercises for his arms before the sound of the bell.]

[Khalid Jad and Keith Dylan James circle each other in the ring, feeling each other out, sizing each other up.]

MJ: A show of respect by Khalid Jad.

[Jad extends his right hand to KDJ looking for a hand shake. James smirks at the offer, looking down at the hand he shakes his head in the negative and Jad shrugs it off. Finally the two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, the larger KDJ shoves Jad off, head over heels, he sails towards the corner.]

MJ: Show of power by James there.

SS: The little guy from the Middle East is overmatched in that ring, James is bigger, stronger and more experienced.

[Undeterred the Jad charges hard at his opponent, hitting him like a brick wall he crashes to the mat.]

MJ: The size difference is really coming into play here.

[KDJ picks Jad up from the mat by his right arm and slings him into the ropes. Bounding back off the nylon Jad ducks a wild clothesline by KDJ and hits the other side at a rapid pace. Using the momentum from the ropes Khalid leaves his feet and connects with a spinning wheel kick to the jaw of James. Khalid goes for a quick cover.]

One..

Two...

MJ: Barely a two by the young man.

[Both men make it to their feet quickly.]

SS: Boot to the gut by KDJ.

[James follows with a knee lift that rocks the head of Khalid sending him back into the ropes. James follows up grabbing the head of his opponent he drapes his neck over the middle rope and begins to choke the life out of him.]

MJ: What is he doing? That’s not legal, why can’t he fight like a man?

SS: I wouldn’t be questioning his man hood if I were you, you might wind up being his next victim.

[Failing to remove James from the hold the referee begins his five count.]

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Fi..

[James breaks the hold at the last possible second but the damage is already down as Jad collapses to the mat, gasping for air, his hands clutching his throat.]

MJ: James may have just bent the rules right into a “W”.

[Huge leg drop across the windpipe by KDJ and a hook of the leg.]

One…

Two…

MJ: Foot on the rope by Khalid.

[Frustrated James fire off rapid headbutts to the back of Jad’s head, snatches the leg off the ropes and attempts another pin.]

One…

Two…

MJ: KICKOUT by Jad.

SS: That kid is stupid as hell, if he doesn’t stay down he’s going to get killed.

MJ: I don’t know about death but he’s not in very good shape.

[As both men reach their feet KDJ stays in control unloading a flurry of punches to the ribs, stomach and head, lighting Jad up. Grabbing the head of Khalid and jamming it between his thighs KDJ cranks him up for a powerbomb. Stalling at the top to taunt costs him as Jad unloads with punches in bunches to the skull of James.]

MJ: Khalid still has fight left in him.

[Hurricanrana by Khalid send James through the ropes and out to the short mats.]

One…

Two…

[A frustrated James gets to his feet only to be met with a baseball slide from Jad. Following out to the floor Jad unloads with punches.]

One…

[Khalid with an irish whip gets reversed by James as Jad is sent crashing into the guardrail.]

Fans: OOOOOOOOOOOOH

[James charges hard but the much quicker Khalid avoids contact as James hurls himself chest first into the guard rail.]

Three…

Four…

[James gives chase to Khalid but is unable to catch up.]

Five…

Six…

[Khalid slides into the ring and charges across the ring hard bounding off the ropes as James slides in behind him only to catch a basement level drop kick to the head. A series of leg drops across the neck of James quickly puts Khalid into the driver seat.]

MJ: The tide has changed here Sylvia.

SS: Oh you picked that up all on your own did ya? Guess the beer goggles aren’t obscuring your view.

MJ: Stop bringing up my drinking, I don’t bring up the fact you only have a job cuz you perform well on your knees.

[As the commentators bicker Khalid scales the ropes quick and nimble awaiting his opponent to get to his feet he launches himself off with a picture perfect clothesline. Up from the canvas with the utmost quickness Jad scales the ropes on the other side of the ring once again waiting on James he launches himself off with a high cross body into a pin cover.]

One…

Two…

Kickout!

[Standing to his feet Jad begins to stomp away at his opponent with ferocity.]

MJ: Jad is pumped up and looking to end this match in a hurry. He has James on the ropes.

[Looping his opponents arm over his head Jad nails a quick and impactful snap suplex that plants James in the center of the ring. To the apron and into the air quickly Jad comes down across KDJ with a springboard legdrop.]

SS: I can’t believe Jad is hanging in there, much less in control.

[Scraping James from the mat Khalid digs down deep putting his opponent vertical he drops him on his head with a scintillating brainbuster that sends James into convulsions on the mat. As he picks him up again he is met wth shots to the gut by KDJ who loops the arm of Jad over his head and goes for a suplex of his own. Khalid floats over behind his opponent, hooking his head he jacks him up for an inverted suplex but maintains his footing and drops James with a stunner.]

MJ: Jad is going to the top rope once more and this might be the end of the match right here.

[Life’s Redemption by Jad and a hook of the leg.]

One…

Two…

Three!

MJ: Jad has advanced in the title tournament and he is one step closer to the American Dream.

[An ecstatic Jad scales the corner ropes as a sullen KDJ rolls from the ring and makes his way to the back with his head hanging low. The fans are on their feet cheering as we go off air.]