[A black screen is shown and then we see the WCWA logo flash across the screen. We then cut to a shot of the parking lot at the WCWA Arena. A lot of the ring crew and production people are outside talking among themselves. Suddenly, we hear a car screeching into the parking lot at a distance. The camera tries to pick it up but it is too far away. Then out of the blue, a red corvette convertible pulls into the lot and stops right near the gates. We see that the car has “Xtreme” on the license plates so it could only be the Xtreme Icon Peter Gilmour. Peter gets out of his car and laughs to himself. Max Masterson, Peter’s tag team partner also steps out and just shakes his head at Peter.]

Max: Do you always have to drive like a maniac? You could’ve got us killed back on the highway.

Peter: I just didn’t want to be late that’s all. We’re here now right?

Max: Yeah, two hours early. Look, I know you’re excited about the PureBred Killers reuniting tonight, but take it down a notch ok?

Peter: Allright, Max. Don’t get your boxers in a bunch.

[Max gives Peter a weird look as Peter gets his bags out of the trunk of his car. He then flips the keys to a parking lot attendant.]

Peter: Don’t scratch this car or it’s your ass

[Peter slaps the guy on the back and heads inside the arena. The man looks to be upset.]

Man: What an asshole

Max: What did you just say? You mind repeating that boy?

Man: Sorry. I didn’t mean it.

Max: I’ll forgive you for now, but if I ever hear you say that to me or my friend, I’m going to put you in the hospital ok? Now put the car in a nice spot.

[Max gives the attendant a five dollar bill and walks in. The attendant goes about his business and puts Peter’s car into the parking lot as we fade to the opening credits.]

[Cut to the WCWA Offices]

“So this is the place.”

The voice is heard as we pan the camera up, following two men walking down the hall way, backstage of tonights Riot. The two men keep a steady pace, just observing the surroundings.

“Yeah, I've been here for one show a few months ago, but nothing more than that. Vince said though it would be a great experience.”

The man who spoke first just chuckles.

“The fuck is the catering around here, I'm hungry.”

The other man just shakes his head, and continues to walk.

“Should be interesting though around here, new parts, new roster, same bullshit I'm sure though.”

“I just hope he knows why we're here.”

“Trust me bro, I had the agent take care of everything. Vince knows the exact reason we jumped ship, and he is a guy who doesn't back down from his word. Part of the reason I think he's been around so long. Besides, even if he changes shit around, we just take what we want. That's how it's been for years.”

The first man nods, showing full approval.

“The way I see it, is after tonight, heads will turn. People will see things our way.”

“That's why we need to get this stuff with him done, his office is just around the corner. Let me handle the talking.”

“Let's just get this over with. I still can't stop thinkin about my last match and the bull behind it. I need to hit something or someone.

A faint grunt is heard as the other just smiles.

“Don't worry, they wont know what hit them tonight.”

At this point, they open the main office door, making the grand entrance they always do.

[A large smile comes over the face of Vino aka Vince Webb. He seems very excited about the appearance of these two men.]

Vino: Man, see this is why I love working with you. You brought all the paper work I need to get everything squared.

[Vince looks to the new face with this former friend.]

Vino: And this guy is a very welcome addition along with yourself. I can't wait until the WCWA get's a look at these two diamonds in the ruff.

[They sit down to complete the paper work.]

Vino: Fellas, why don't you introduce yourself to our fans a little later.

[Both men nod in approval.]

# BOOM

# Let's get CRUNK!

# CRUNK!

# BOOM BOOM

# Let's Get CRUNK!

# Gettin' crunk is what we do

# We don't give a d*&m about you

# Fighting and scufflin'

# Body slammin' and face bustin'

# Just to make the crowd say YAY YAY!

# Dats how we get CRUNK in WCWA.

[The fans are on their feet as the WCWA's theme song, "Let's Get Crunk," by the Crunk All Stars is blasting through the Riot Center. We have a full house tonight and they are estatic, elated, and energized for tonight's show.]

# Every wrestler doing their best.

# To make the grade and pass the test.

# To reach the highest grade.

# Da Heavyweight title of the WCWA.

# BOOM

# BOOM BOOM

# Cause

# We Get Crunk

# In Cali Forn i a

# Not for the gangsta's

# But for the WCWA

# Spending my water bill money

# Not doing a d*&n thang for my honey

# I've just got to be there

# When the ref's hand is swinging down out da air.

# Slappin da mat

# For da 1....2....3.....

# Cause West Coast is where the action be....

# GETTIN' CRUNK

MJ: WELCOME TO WCWA…….

SS: RIOT!

MJ: Folks do we have a card for you tonight……

SS: Hell yea, new stars, and the names you already know are here to kick ass....

MJ: The new guys like Justice, The Freak, A.C.E. are all coming in pumped up, and making everyone take notice.

SS: Well....what now?

[Cut To Backstage]

[The Sex Symbols]

[JD Hart & Sean Peters]

[Alone]

[Pissed off]

JD: First off, 80 Proof where do you two drunken sum bitches get off?

[Sean’s face changes from angry to shock.]

Sean: WHAT?

[JD looks at him and shakes his head.]

JD: I wasn’t done!

[Sean mouths the word ‘oh’.]

JD: Where in god’s nation do you guys get off bringing in another has been to this great federation? “The Crippler”…Matt McClain…

[Pause]

[The fans actually start to cheer a little, very little, but still it’s a cheer.]

JD: You ole petrified turd, what gives you the right to come to our place of business and screw us out of OUR WCWA tag team titles? All you did was give them back to those two foul smelling bags of douche.

[Pause]

JD: We had them beat with the ‘Promise Land’, and then you threw a wrench into our plans of winning. Do you know what it’s like having a victory party after you lose? Oh yeah, of course you do, I forgot we are talking about Matt McClain. Your nothing but a has been and you know as well as we all do that you’re well passed your prime.

[Pause]

JD: 80 Proof you better be ready for our rematch, one that should have been tonight, but no, the WCWA officials said we couldn’t have it due to use already having a match. The funny thing is you all aren’t even facing a top tag team. You’re facing some newbie’s. Chickens, plain and simple you two are scared of us. Were your kryptonite and you know it, hell the WCWA as a whole knows it!

[JD hands the microphone to Sean.]

Sean: That’s right, JD said it all! It really is too bad that the champs won’t face us, but at least the Pedophile Kissers; Penis Gilbore and Maximum Masturbation are willing to step up to the challenge.

[Pause]

Sean: Gilbore and Masturbation have more guts than the two of you. They may have some names almost as stupid as yours, but I tip my hat to the Kissers.

[Pause]

Sean: WCWA, I hope you all see what kind of champions you have now. You two are just like a dude that takes Viagra, you get hard as a rock, but later on you realize your nothing but limp noodles!

[Sean hands the microphone back to JD.]

JD: 80 Proof remember the Promised Land is always in your futures!

[He drops the microphone.]

[They leave]

SS: The Sex Symbols making some bold remarks, but these guys can back them up.

MJ: I've never seen them as pissed as they were tonight. This may not be the last time we see them tonight out of the ring.

Sylvia: We have an opener that features two newcomers Ned Orville and Seth Acid, let’s go to the action.

[We see Orville drilling Acid with a series of punches and then a forearm uppercut. Orville then nails a belly to belly suplex as Acid is just not into the match at all and looks lost. Orville tries for a clothesline but Acid ducks but Orville grabs Acid by the hair and nails a hangman’s neckbreaker and then makes a cover.]

1…

2…

[Acid kicks out.]

Sylvia: Orville has really shown that this is going to be his match.

Mario: Orville has impressed me so far.

[Orville pulls Acid up and nails a vertical suplex and then floats over and makes a cover.]

1…

2…

[Acid again kicks out. Orville looks at the ref and motions for a faster count but the refmotions that Acid got his shoulder up. Orville pulls Acid up and nails a sitout powerbomb and then the crowd starts making a commotion as the WCWA Gold Rush champion makes his way to ringside. Orville eyes Noah and the when he turns around he eats a spinning heel kick and then a corkscrew legdrop and a cover.]

1…

2…

[Orville kicks out.]

Sylvia: We are finally seeing some life from Acid.

Mario: Bout damn time.

[Orville is down and Acid runs across the ring and then nails a baseball slide to the face. Acid quickly climbs to the top and leaps off for a corkscrew plancha but finds nothing but a pair of knees. Acid is rolling around in pain and is pulled to his feet by Orville who nails an overhead release suplex and the climbs to the top and nails “The Chosen One” and makes a cover.]

1…

2…

[Vino into the ring and he nails both men with a cane. Acid is out, as Vino races off the ropes and nails Orville with The Hustla Hangover.]

MJ: DAMN! Ned is dead! This boss just took his ass out.

[Vino takes a bag of popcorn and pours it all over Ned, and then exits the ring.]

Sylvia: Vino and Orville have had words before, but I didn't think it was this bad.

Mario: Tough break

[Noah slides into the ring and hits Orville in the back of the head as he was trying to get up, with his title and then nails “The Summer Blockbuster” (Vertibreaker) on Orville, leaving him a mess and then turns to Acid and starts stomping on him and then pulls Acid to his feet and lies the belt on the mat and nails a second vertibreaker but this one on the belt. Noah then climbs to the top and leaps off nailing the “Ladykiller” and then looks to the crowd and smiles sadistically.

Sylvia: I guess Noah is making a statement, and what a statement.

Mario: He has left these two in a heap and just like that he is leaving the ring.

[Noah makes way back up the ramp, holding his title over his head proudly. Medics are now rushing the ring to check on the mess in the ring.]

MJ: This is starting off with a lot of heat. What could happen later?

SS: If the show is starting out this way, then it's only going to keep getting hotter.

MJ: This is just gonna take us into our Super Card with a lot of great matches.

[We are backstage at the WAWA Arena as we are minutes away from the match between The Sex Symbols and the reunited team of Peter Gilmore and Max Masterson, otherwise known as. The purebred Killers. Cynthia Smith, dressed in a nice red blouse with a black skirt is standing by outside of the PBK’s locker room. She adjusts her blouse then looks into the camera and gives the camera her traditional wink and smile before lifting the microphone to her sexy lips.]

Cynthia: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time are back after a five-year hiatus. They are The purebred Killers, Peter Gilmore and Max Masterson.

[Peter and Max come in and stand next to Cynthia. Peter winks at Cynthia who blushes a little while Max just looks at Peter.]

Cynthia: Gentlemen, tonight you team up for the first time in more than five years against a team that was two-time former WCWA Tag Team Champions, The Sex Symbols. My question to both of you guys is, do you think you will have any ring rust since it will be Max’s first match in more than seven years?

Peter: What kind of question is that Cynthia? Who writes your material? Oh yeah that’s right that dolt is on strike with the other movie and TV writers. Man those people are stupid. They just want more money. Greedy bastardy. But to answer your question, we don’t have any ring rust. We have been training for the past two weeks getting ready for this match. The Sex Symbols, yeah they may have been two time former Tag Team Champs, but they have never faced a team quite like us. We are former three time champs ourselves back in Japan and we were known as the most violent tag team to ever step into a wrestling ring. When we got into the ring, our goal was to hurt people, and that’s what we did. We killed people in that ring. That is why we got the name the Purebred Killers. We are the best damn tag team in the world, and tonight the so-called Sex Symbols will find out why we are going to be the future of the Tag Team division here in the WCWA. To be honest Cynthia, I haven’t heard one peep from those two losers. I think they are really scared of us. Too bad Gentleman, you are going to get a lesson in PAIN courtesy of the Purebred Killers.

[Peter looks into the camera and smirks. Max just looks into the camera with his arms crossed across his chest. He looks like he is focused for the match.]

Cynthia: One final question gentleman. 80 Proof had some words about you guys in their last prom. What are your thoughts on the current Tag Team Champions?

[Max looks at Cynthia and growls. Peter tries to calm Max down but he takes the microphone right away from Cynthia. Cynthia runs away as Max steps in front of the camera.]

Max: 80 Proof, you want to make fun of my name? You think that Peter made a mistake by picking me to tag with him? Well you’re DEAD WRONG You don’t know me, but you will get to know me in due time. What you did in the past means NOTHING to the PBK All that matters are those titles around your waists. You may have respect for my friend Peter, but you have no respect from me.

Peter: Calm down Max. I have respect for them. They helped me when times were rough and are probably the only people I can call friends.

Max: You have no friends here in the WCWA, only enemies. 80 Proof, if you want a piece of us, we’re not too hard to find. We’ll be glad to fight you for those belts, and we will have the honor of beating you two sorry drunks to a bloody pulp and take those tag titles right away from you. But that is for another time and place. Sex Symbols, tonight is your lucky night. You get the chance to witness your own demise. Tonight, you will be in the ring with the most violent tag team of all time. Be prepared for a long night gentleman. After we beat your sorry apses, you won’t even be called The Sex Symbols anymore. You will be called the Bloody and Broken Sex Symbols. Me and my partner Peter are going to show you a lesson in PAIN. Double K made a huge mistake when he named you to his little team of morons to take on Mr. Sloan’s team of assassins. It will be a pleasure to take out two of Double K’s henchmen. Tonight, you and the rest of the world will know why KILLING is our NAME See you in the ring boys.

[Max leaves the scene as Peter watches him. He then looks into the camera and shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes in back of his head as we fade back to ringside.]

SS: Well the former tag champs are next and they're taking on the newly form team of the Pure Bred Killers.....

ID: Coming to the ring at this time.....The Former WCWA Riot Champion and Max Masterson, the team of the Pure Bred Killers.....

[Gilmour and Masterson make their way to the ring with a chorus of boos.]

ID: Now the men that make the women scream, the former WCWA Tag Champions.....The Sex Symbols.....J D Hart and Sean Peters.

[TSS charge the ring with rage still in their eyes.]

[Gilmour and Peters start off going back and forth. Counter after counter to put on a great technical show, until Gilmour with a poke to the eyes. Gilmour delivers a kick to the mid section, and sends Peters to the ropes, but he sets up to early. Peters lays flat on his back and nails The Xtreme Icon with a right from hell. The pace slows and quickens, slows and quickens. Tags go back and forth, until we find Masterson in with Hart. Masterson with a snap suplex and a quick cover.]

MJ: Look at Hart kick out with much power. Hell I ain't had a drink all night, but that deserves one.

SS: I knew your drunk ass couldn't go a show without drinking.

MJ: I'll try after Christmas. I have to drink for the holidays. Egg nog and barcardi, you know....

[Hart has found that fire from earlier tonight, as he's going toe to toe with Masterson. Masterson with a left that get's blocked, and Hart executes a fireman's carry into a Samoan drop. Max holding his back as he rolls in pain, but Hart with a quick tag to Peters. Peters in like a house on fire with a drop kick to the kidney area on the downed Masterson. An elbow off the middle turnbuckle for good measure, but Masterson rolls out of the way. Gilmour is tagged in, but he catches a knee to the midsection as he came charging in. Peters with a knee lift to stand Gilmour up, and he goes for a lariat, but Gilmour has enough presence of mind to duck. Gilmour reaches around and nails a neck breaker, and both men are down.] SS: PBK are looking good for their first WCWA match. MJ: Looks like Gilmour has found a new fire in him as well tonight. SS: Yea, but the former champs want those belts back, and this is one way of getting back in there.

[After 10 minutes, the action has slowed down, but the fight is still there. Hart and Gilmour are going at it. Gilmour with a spinning heel kick to Hart, but it knocked Hart into his corner where Peters tags himself in. Gilmour tags in the fresh Masterson. Masterson ducks a drop kick, but follows up himself with a knee to Peters' sternum. Hart begins to edge his way into the ring, but Gilmour comes in to cut him off. The ref is trying to get Gilmour out of the ring, when Hart nails Masterson with a kick to the face. After that it's academic as The Sex Symbols hit The Promise Land.] MJ: That flapjack/ddt combo has to be it.

[Peters covers]

ID: Your winners, J D Hart and Sean Peters, The Sex Symbols.

SS: I told you these guys want those titles back bad.

MJ: I'm getting some feedback that we have....

“Turn the camera over here.’

[The voice of the Dark Horse.]

‘Fans of the WCWA, I’m sorry that I am not available to be there this week, but wedding plans and all has taken me away from the watchful eyes of the WFWA.’

[He smiles.]

“I haven’t forgotten any of you , especially you Kurt. I’ve noticed that you have a way of keeping your mouth running non-stop, almost like the Energizer Bunny, but insulting you is not what I’m on the show for this week.”

[He pauses.]

‘To tell you the truth, I’ve figured that you would have named your other participant on your team this week, so I’m going to go ahead and name one more of mine.”

[He stands.]

“I have been impressed with this guy for the last two shows. Since I have been in charge there has been a flux of talent that has emerged in WCWA. This man is one of those great few. With out further adieu I present to you with the third member of my team, The Freak.”

[Mike Sloan smirks just a little more.]

“You know, why not just go ahead and tell you the other… he is none other than the loudest member of the Chimera Fight Team, he is “The Mouth Piece” Curtis Penn. With him, TSS, and the Freak all on my team I am assured a victory and the security of my job as the GM of Riot.”

“Until the next show, this is the Dark Horse. Love Ya.”

MJ: DAMN! I know I need a drink now. I thought we had seen the last of his ass.

SS: Stop whining like a lil' bitch.

MJ: Who are you ......

SS: You punk!

MJ: Go to the ring for the next match. [Whispering] Whore!

[A back hand from Sylvia knocks Mario out of his chair.]

SS: I heard that!

MJ: No shit!

ID: The combatants are already in the ring for this match up, and they're going at it.

[Penn and Ellington are trading blows off the bat. The CHIMERA mouthpiece has crossed enemy lines to come take on this new WCWA star. Ellington is holding his own as he hip tosses Penn with authority into the ropes. He's quick to go for an ankle lock, but Penn with an inzuguri kick as he leaps up. Penn over and whips Alexander to the ropes, and catches him with a beautiful drop kick. Penn begins to wave toward the back. He pulls Ellington up and ties him in the ropes.]

MJ: What in the hell?

SS: It's Royson of the Chimera Fight Team.

MJ: Penn didn't want a match, they wanted to make a statement.

[Penn and Royson begin to pummel the hell out of Ellington, until AU comes down to make the save. 80 Proof, Ed White, Chung and Demonio run Penn and Royson out of the ring, but the damage has been down. Penn and Royson makes signs around their waist and point at the titles of 80 Proof.]

ID: The Winner by reason of disqualification....Alexander Cole Ellington.....

SS: Damn CHIMERA are making their presence known around the alliance.

Interviewer: Freak? Mr. Freak, can we get a word?

Freak: I'll give you seven and a smile.

Interviewer: After an impressive debut last week, you've got a man that alot of people in the back regard as a hot prospect. You've been highly considered the underdog in this match up.

Freak: First of all, I was always a fan of Deputy Dog, so we can cut that nitwit Underdog right out of the conversation. As far as tonight...yeah, Boyd will probably decimate me like a drunken high school cheerleader celebrating with the football team after winning state, but that doesn't mean I can't go out with a little dignity.

Interviewer: I don't think you can make those kind of references on television, Mr. Freak.

Freak: What, you afraid that Hannah Barbara will sue or something?

Interviewer: No, I mean the sexual...

Freak: Nobody made sexual references about cartoon canines! You know, I don't say this often...but you're kind of a sick individual, and you might want to seek help.

Interviewer: What are you talki....

Freak: No, no. No need to apologize. I know an amazing therapist. Get with me after the show. And you might want to try these handy new Clean-Wipes, with a fresh lemon scent, to wash out that dirty mind.

*Freak offers a cheesy smile and promptly walks away, leaving the interviewer...and god knows who else...confused and speechless*

SS: What in the world?

MJ: HE gave me a hangover.

[“And Justice for all” by Metallica blares over the PA system as Shinjero Kawada & RoadkillBob come out to chorus of cheers & boos. With Mic in hand Shinjero speaks.]

SK: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSUP!

[Crowd boos]

SK: Ladies & germs of the WCWA, CRUCIAL CONFLICT HAS ARRIVED! I know all of you are asking yourself this very question. Why are we here? Simple, because the WCWA is the only place to be for stellar tag team competition. That & the gold of course. This will be the first night on a new journey for Bob & myself down the long road that will surely lead us to glory. 80 Proof for total annihilation.

[Bob taps Shinjero on the shoulder. Shinjero turns towards him & looks up.]

SK: Maybe not total annihilation. We, will just beat them & get it over with. Does that make you happy Bob.

[Bob shakes his head & starts to jump up & down with a big smile on his face. The crowd gives a huge pop followed with Shinjero & Bob heading to the back.]

[Commercial]

MJ: Hey, I'm getting word that The Freak and The Main Attraction ran into each other in the back and they are already going at it.

SS: Yea, Vino told them to let them go at it and this is a falls count anywhere in the building match now.

[Freak and Tyler Boyd are tossing each other into the vending machines in the back. Boyd with a snap suplex on The Freak to send him into a table. Boyd goes for a few punches, but The Freak covers and blocks to keep from taking any blows to the head. Freak rolls up and they lock up with Freak executing a head lock. They make their way down the entrance ramp and to the ring finally. Both men worn down from damn near killing each other in the back. Freak rolls Boyd into the ring and goes to follow him in. Boyd is getting to his feet as he rushes over and catches Freak with a DDT as he was coming through the ropes. A cover is made.....]

MJ: Freak with a kick out, but barely.

SS: Yea that was close, and Boyd didn't like it.

[Boyd with stomps to the body of Freak, but Freak rolling and rolling trying to avoid them. Those that catch him make a strong impact, as Boyd was targeting the lower back and abdomen area. Freak is sent to the ropes, and as he bounces off he nails Tyler Boyd with a flying forearm. Freak not letting up as he follows up with an arm drag and twist and delivers three quick elbows. As Boyd leans forward the Freak with the Amnesiac.]

SS: He just used that to monkey flip Boyd to the floor.

MJ: Boyd hit the guard rail out there to. He going for the pin.

SS: Remember this was change to a falls count anywhere match.

ID: The winner of this contest......The Freak

MJ: Strange fella, but he got the job done tonight.

SS: Yea, the boss has hired some strange people, hell look at you.

MJ: That's alright my boys are coming up next. Members of AU.....80 Proof taking on the new team of Crucial Conflict.....

[Vino's music hits and he makes his way out to the ring.]

Vino: Folks I just came out to let you all know that [b]Heatwave[/b] gets the win tonight againt Larry Maurer. Reign of Pain have taken some time off, but they will return.

SS: Heatwave with the cash in hand tonight easily.

MJ: Screw that shit.....

Sylvia: Well next is a match that was added at the last minute when newcomers Crucial Conflict signed last week the management quickly signed them to a match to see what they are capable of. The problem is that they are booked against the current tag team champions 80 Proof.

Mario: Talk about a tall order in your debut match.

[And Justice for all” by Metallica blares over the PA system as smoke engulfs the entrance. Two shadows appear in the smoke as it lifts. RKB & Shinjero Kawada walks out to a chorus of cheers & boos as they make it to the ring. Shinjero slides in the ring while Bob waves to the fans & then heads into the ring after Shinjero.]

Sylvia: Wow that is one tall redneck, I mean really tall…

Mario: I have never seen anyone that tall unless they played basketball.

[80 Proof slowly make their way to the ring they proudly hold their tag belts in the air as the members of Alcoholics Unanimous enter the ring.]

Sylvia: Well this should be an interesting match as the weird newcomers face the beer swilling tag team champs.

Mario: Yeah I would have to give the edge to the tag champs.

[Jim Beam starts off for his team as Shinjero starts off for the newcomers. They lock up and Beam sends Shinjero to the ropes and tries for a punch but Shinjero slides through his legs and nails a dropkick to the back of Beam. Beam staggers over to where Roadkill Bob is and looks up at the massive man standing on the outside. Bob waves to him and points to what is about to happen to him. Shinjero leaps onto the top rope and nails a springboard sidekick that sends Beam staggering and then falls to the mat hard. Beam is pulled up and then snap mared back down and the Shinjero with a stiff kick to the back and then to the face.]

Sylvia: This Shinjero is a quick little devil.

Mario: Those are some stiff kicks.

[Beam struggles to get to his feet and just as he does he gets, but Shinjero with a running elbow drop into the back and then drags Beam back to the middle of the ring and applies a rear chin lock and then reaches and tag in his partner. Bob steps over the top rope and drives a work boot hard into the gut of Beam. Beam runs and bounces off the ropes and hits a running clothesline but Bob simply smiles at him. Beam takes advantage and pokes Bob in the eyes and tags in Jack. Jack runs in and hits a running lariat but Bob still stands there smile and all.]

Sylvia: Bob towers over Jack also…

Mario: He towers over just about everyone maybe even Soul Taker…

[Beam leaps onto the top rope and dropkicks Bob in the back and Jack with a boot to the gut and then a stiff spinebuster. Daniels tags in Beam again and Beam climbs onto the top and Daniels tosses him like a human lawn dart onto Bob.]

1…

2…

[Bob kicks out.]

Sylvia: What a move by the champs!

Mario: That is exactly why they are the champs!

[Beam nails a corkscrew legdrop and then a baseball slide to the face. Bob is trying to get to his feet but Beam keeps pounding away but Bob just grabs him and tosses him like a rag doll across the ring. Beam looks terrified as he scrambles backwards to his corner and tags Daniels in again. Daniels comes in and locks up with Bob and then drives a knee into the gut and then pushes Bob back until he is in a corner and drives a series of shoulders into the gut of Bob and then nails the 80 Proof elbow and celebrates by pumping his fist in the air. Bob is still smiling though although not as widely as before but still smiling as Daniels turns and is greeted by a stiff chop and then a headbutt that staggers Daniels, Bob sends Daniels into the ropes and nails a mudhole slam (blackhole slam) and makes a cover.]

1…

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[Jim dives in and breaks up the count]

Sylvia: That was close.

Mario: You better believe it.

[Beam kicks at Bob but then Shinjero jumps into the ring and a brawl ensues Beam and Shinjero fall through the ropes and land hard on the floor. Meanwhile Bob has lifted Daniels up by both hands and drives him down with a double handed sitout powerbomb and then out of no where Shinjero with a frogsplash and a cover.]

1…

2…

3…

ID: The winner of the match Shinjero Kawada and Roadkill Bob, Crucial Conflict!

[But before the get a chance to celebrate Beam is back in and hits Shinjero with a flask of some sort which lays him out. Bob grabs Beam and is about to deliver some redneck justice when Daniels hits a lowblow and then a DDT. Daniels grabs Beam and pulls him out of the ring, the champs limp up the ramp with their belts as CC tries to collect themselves.]

SS: Yo boys, got beat by the new team of Crucial Conflict.

MJ: I must be drunk I did not just see that....

SS: Somethings happening in the back.....

[Backstage]

[The Sex Symbols lie in wait on 80 Proof to walk their way, the duo plan on seeking a little revenge out on 80 Proof for what happened last week, as they hide in one of the locker rooms. Accompanying them are two empty fifth bottles. Sean has a fifth of Jack Daniels and JD has a fifth of Jim Beam.]

“Do you see them?” Sean asks as he’s waiting impatiently.

“Shhh…” JD says as he holds his index finger to his mouth.

“They better hurry up!” Sean whispers.

“Shhh, I hear them, are you ready?” JD says.

“Yeah, like yesterday!” Sean responds.

[80 Proof walks into view as they pass by the locker room where the Sex Symbols are waiting. JD looks at Sean and nods. Sean darts out of the room first.]

THUMP!!!!!

CLANK!!!!!

THUD!!!!!

[Sean knocks out Jack Daniels by hitting him in the back of his head with the bottle.]

“What the…” Jim Beam says as he turns around quickly.

[JD Hart cracks him in the top of his head with the bottle.]

THWAHNK!!!!!

THUD!!!!!

[Beam falls to the cement floor beside Daniels.]

“Welcome to hangover-ville Jack Douche!” Sean yells into the ear of Daniels.

“Night night Jim Bag, you’re just a bitch anyway!” JD says to Beam’s face.

[The Sex Symbols get up and grab the WCWA tag team titles. JD drops one on the chest of Jim Beam. Sean drops the other one onto the back of Jack Daniels.]

“We’ll allow you two to keep them a little while longer!” JD says out loud.

[JD and Sean start to walk away, but stop beside a trash can. They clank the bottles together and look back at the so called WCWA tag team champions lying on the floor.]

“Sleep tight, douche bags!” They both say simultaneously as they drop the bottles in the trash.

[They walk on out of sight while the medical staff tends to 80 Proof.]

SS: Not only did they lose, but they just got their asses whipped in the back.

MJ: [Crying] This is the worst night of my life.

SS: It ain't over yet.....

Joseph Justice def. Devon Zander

OOC: MOP wrote the match and my ass deleted by mistake when posting. DAMN ME!

SS: IT's main event time.....

[With all three men Hanson, White, and The Einheri coming to the ring separately, the match was started and the bell rang with the The Einheri squaring off the in middle of the ring against anything moving. The two men meet in the middle, with Hanson taking early charge in the match up, hoping to chop the big man down to size instantly going for the knees of the Einheri. Finally able to send him to the mat with a Clothesline, Noah continued on the offensive, laying the boots to The Einheri, even as the big man continued to climb to his feet.]

MJ: Where in the hell is Dan Easton?

SS: He probably chickened out with having to face all these guys. He doesn't know if Hanson will turn on him or not.

MJ: Speak of the Devil, he just showed up and tagged himself in.

[Dan begins to stomp away, but The Einheri grab Easton's foot and yanked him forward, greeting him with a monster clothesline, folding Dan Easton like a La-Z-Boy. It was The Einheri's turn as he grabbed Easton by the head and set him to his feet, before dropping him to the mat once again with a huge lariat.]

MJ: This match is making me happy again. That's how you deliver a lariat.

SS: Stop cheerleading!

[While Easton thrives in pain in the middle of the ring, The Einheri makes his way towards his corner tagging in Ed White, to the pop of the crowd. He watches Easton make his way towards the corner before Ed grabs his foot and drags him back to the middle of the ring. Turning to his back, Easton kicks White in the face as he scrambles to his corner tagging in Noah Hanson, who is more than happy to come in the ring and face of with The Hobo as the two men meet in the middle of the ring like boxers. The Hobo gets the upper hand with a thumb into the eyes as he takes control and whips Noah into the ropes, following up with a heavy dropkick sending Noah to the mat hard. Back upon his feet, Ed is quick to place Noah into a sleeper hold in the middle of the ring as the referee sees if Noah wants to call it quits. Easton is quick to slip into the ring and break up the submission attempt with a boot of the face, which brings in the bigger Einheri, who is quickly stopped by the referee giving Noah and Dan enough time to work over The Hobo with a series of two-man suplexes. Sliding out of the ring, before the referee can turn around, Dan smiles as he looks over at The Einheri as he climbs back to his corner.]

SS: So far Noah and Dan are working together.

MJ: You can't trust Easton though.

In the ring, Noah keeps the momentum and whips Ed into the ropes, only for Edward to reverse and send Noah crashing into turnbuckle instead and quickly dropping Noah with a bulldog from the opposite side of the ring. Climbing to his feet and tagging in The Einheri, Edward climbs out of the ring as Noah slowly starts to make his way towards Dan Easton, who stretches out his hand as as Noah goes for the tag, Dan moves his hand away with a smirk as Noah looks up at him in anger, only to get pegged from behind by a big boot from The Einheri. Picking up the smaller Noah Hanson, The Einheri whips into the ropes and readies for another monster clothesline but yet, scouting the move Noah ducks and runs into Dan Easton, meeting him with dropkick as he comes crashing to the floor. Noah yells down at the fallen Dan Easton as the ref doesn't know what to do as Edward White comes racing into the ring, beating on Noah Hanson with The Einheri as well. Easton, picking himself up off the floor, reaches underneath the ring and grabs a chair and slide into the ring, looking for Noah, who quickly turns and ducks as Easton connects with the Einheri instead, who falls like a sack of potatoes. With a shrug, he turns on to receive a boot to the mid section from The Hobo, who plants him with a DDT in the middle of the ring. Noah finds a bit of opportunity as he picks up the chair and swings for The Hobo but misses and for his trouble is tagged with THE GOTCHA #1 in the middle of the ring, going for the pin...]

SS: Hanson kicks out in the nick of time.

[Easton capitalizes and nails the Low Down on White.]

MJ: Easton with the cover....

ID: Your Winner of this match up....Dan Easton.....

[Edward White and Einheri push each other in anger over having losts, as Noah Hanson still gathering his thoughts at ring side after getting his head handed to him for the most of the match.]

[Dan Easton, with microphone in hand and the WCWA heavyweight title over his left shoulder stands at the entrance way and begins to speak.]

Dan: My apologies for showing up late, seems my flight got delay due to a bomb threat in Miami. I got here as soon as I could, and took care of business just like I always do.

[White and Einheri both stand at the ropes closest to the entrance and stare down at Eason in disgust.]

Dan: I am not going to make any one wait to hear who I pick as the number one contender. I am going to tell everyone right here and now.

[Fans pop in anticipation.]

Dan: Noah Hanson… You put up one hell of a fight and held it in there until I could get here tonight, you earned my respect in the ring… But respect only goes so far sunshine.

[The fans pop louder thinking it will be Easton versus Hanson.]

Dan: Einheri… I know most of this won’t make sense to you, but I am sure your handler will explain it to you in simpler terms. Last week, you put up one hell of a fight until the Hobo got himself involved, but I pretty much had you finished when he came in…

[The fans grow silent not knowing where Easton is going with this.]

Dan: Hobo… Plain and simple you stink, you suck, and you wrestle like a retard kid trying to get a piece of ass. Sure you are the former champ, but you never should have been in the first place, we both know it.

MJ: Who is Easton going to choose?

SS: Why do you shut the hell up and we’ll find out.

Dan: To hell with it, I am a fighting champion, everyone thinks I have Sloan rigging shit to keep me champ. But for those who don’t have a clue, Sloan does what Sloan wants I have no say in that. But I do have a say in this.

[Dan cracks his cocky grin as he pauses for a second.]

Dan: So who is it going to be?

[Another pause.]

Dan: Noah Hanson…

[Pause.]

Dan: versus Einheri…

[Pause]

Dan: versus Edward White…

[Pause with another cocky grin.]

Dan: versus Dan Easton for the WCWA Heavyweight title…

[Easton drop the mic, and stares at the three at ring side with a smile. He makes his way back down to the ring and stands on the apron.]

MJ: Holy Christ, the champion has made a four way match for his own title.

SS: I think Dan has officially lost his mind. He should have picked Gilmour.

MJ: What....

[And out of nowhere, just like that, Noah Hanson crashes to the mat.]

Sylvia: What the hell?

[A man stands over Hanson with a pipe in hand. Easton looks over, but before he can react, the pipe is blasted into his midsection. He buckles over onto one knee, as the man smiles, nodding to his now shown partner.]

Mario: What are they doing here?

[And just like that, the other man charges, and hits a huge Shining Wizard, putting Easton to sleep.]

Sylvia: I don't understand at all, these two are not apart of WCWA.

Mario: Well they just took out the two champs though!

[They smile as the man who hit Easton with the Wizard pulls out a mic.]

“Damn bro, you never, ever seem to get that one up on me. C'mon Dan, I've been doing this to you since SWF. It's too easy!”

[At this we catch the two.]

[Enter Calib Wallace, and to his side, Demetrius Burrell.]

Mario: The former Double Crown Champion Demetrius Burrell and Calib Wallace are in WCWA!?!?

[We cut back now as we see the two in the ring, just absorbing all the heat from the fans. Wallace just gloats, adding another to his list.]

Wallace: Dan, you gotta realize that if you win something big around here, Mr. Everything himself will show up and take it. I've won everything there is to win in wrestling, minus what you have. Calib Wallace wants a new piece of hardware, because his old one down south was getting a bit old. Calib Wallace is in WCWA Dan Easton, and he wants your Title.

[He looks down at the fallen Champion, trying to get his barrings, seeming to fall in and out of consciousness. Wallace face washes him with his foot, just humiliating the fallen legend.]

Wallace: Your pathetic! What the hell does a promoter see in you anyway. Your nothing more than fodder. Not cow fodder or dog fodder either. Your Calib Wallace fodder, and daddy's hungry bitch.

[He boots Easton in the head, sending him back down to the mat.]

Wallace: It's real simple, I get what I want, when I want. Team Wallace does anything need to substantiate a win. Like I said chief, it's real simple. Your holding future property of Team Wallace, and you haven't paid rent for this month. I'm here to repo. And aside from you, Team Wallace has something else to take care of.

[With this, he passes the mic over to Demetrius, who just smiles, before spitting on Hanson.]

Sylvia: Oh c'mon this is uncalled for.

Demetrius: Noah, at first it wasn't anything personal. It was just going to be strictly business, but then I got wind of what you had to say about me, and you know how I am. I get offended easily.

[Demetrius begins to put the boots to Hanson.]

Demetrius: Noah! The Demetrius you knew is long and gone. The Demetrius that helped carry you to the Wrestling Midwest Tag Team straps, is long and gone. I'm here in the WCWA for a number of reason but mainly to show you what the new Demetrius Burrell is all about, and to show everyone who is truly the real Main Attraction.

[Demetrius puts to the boots to Hanson again.]

Demetrius: Oh, and one last thing, to take that Gold Rush title from you and put it around my amazing waist.

[He smirks and passes the mic back to Wallace as the duo begins to exit the ring. Before he leaves, Calib looks right at Easton.]

Wallace: Easton, you need to pick somebody to put that Title on the line against, well your real opponent is right here, and you know him very well. He's the man who always is one up on you. So just save the hassle and time that is involved, and just hand the strap over to me next show, because I'd rather not have to drop your ass in front of these fans.

[He tosses the mic as the two head up the ramp to the back, with the fans just crapping all over the two.]

SS: Damn how did Vino pull this off?

MJ: I don't know, but we know who that was in his office earlier.

Credits

Ned Orville vs Seth Acid [b]Noah Hanson[/b]

80 Proof vs Crucial Conflict [b]Noah Hanson[/b]

Justice vs Zander [b]MOP[/b]

Main Event [b]Justin Brooks[/b]