[CJ is seen tapping up his hands and humming along to a song being played on his mp3 player. Maxxine is seen strapping up her leather boots in the mirror]
Maxxine: You ready?
CJ: As ready as I think i'll ever be.
Maxxine: Me too... Me too.. I know you hate every minute of training but don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.'
CJ: Easier said then done. No one likes braggers.
Maxxine: Hey! It's not bragging if you can back it up.
CJ: It's time to make history pretty soon.
Maxxine: Before we go, I got you a present , here...
[Maxxine hands CJ a wristband that has a superman symbol but instead of an S it has a C and a J, CJ puts it on]
CJ: Thaaanks.
Maxxine: Don't mention it , it's for good luck. Old skool eh?
CJ: Yeah...those were the good ole days.
Maxxine: You mean six months ago?
CJ: It's been that long?! I'm getting old!
Maxxine: CJ , your 18! I'm older then you..
[Maxxine shakes her head]
Maxxine: Lets just go out there and make history!
CJ: Sounds good to me!
[Maxxine and CJ leave the locker room]
#BOOM
#BOOM
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MJ: Hello Peeps and welcome the second 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. As you can see CJ and Maxinne "The Extreme Queen" are ready for their matches tonight.
MJ: Yea and the rest of the roster are getting ready as well as we once again welcome you to.....
[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. Clips are shown from the first show with the invasion of TTO, MR. Vino taking a fall to Mike Bell, and then suddenly the arena turns bright red with red strobe lights dancing around the Center.]
MJ: Folks we've just been informed by Mr. Vino that we will have a replay of the Crunk Rules match from last week between Jim Bean and Jack Daniels.
SS: Yea, 80 Proof kicked each other's ass last week and here it is....
Issac Davenport: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is a “Let’s Get Crunk match!”
[Huge crowd pop. Scattered chants of “Dub-C-Dub-A” ring through the arena.]
ID: “Introducing first, the guest referee for tonight’s contest.. Ladies and Gentlemen
[The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. Soon, the sound of waves crashing along with the sound of thunder and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by the shrill of sirens echoing though out the building.]
#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!
[A hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. With out warning, multi-colored lights start exploding through out the arena. Soon a remix of One Step Closer, performed by Linkin Park, starts to rip though out the PA system.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK
#I FIND THE ANSWERS AREN’T SO CLEAR, I WISH I COULD FIND A WAY TO DISSAPPEAR…ALL THESE THOUGHTS THEY MAKE NO SENSE, I FOUND THIS IN INGRONCE, NOTHING SEEMS TO GO AWAY…OVER AND OVER AGAIN… JUST LIKE BEFORE!
ID: This…..is…..the HURRICANE!!!!!
[McClain soon steps into the entranceway looking around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. As soon as the fans see him, they start to boo very loudly! He raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with disapproval. As he makes the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off his skin. He's dressed in a pair of metallic white tights. On his left leg of his tights in a metallic red lettering, and outlined in gold is “CRIPPLER”, and on his opposite leg, in the same metallic red material and outlined in gold is a modified cross surrounded in flames. His white paten leather boots bare the same cross as his tights in a red paten leather color. His wrist and forearms are taped up with the similar metallic colored tape. His hair is cut short in the back with the front longer, in a deep royal blue color, almost black. His metallic silver-framed Oakley’s hide his cold ice blue eyes from the world, as the shimmering ice iridium reflective lens shine with the exploding lights as they blink off and on suddenly as he makes his way closer to the ring. A referee shirt hides his muscular upper body….and seems to restrain him like a noose.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!
#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP….I’M ABOUT TO BREAK!
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK
[As soon as he enters the ring, two spotlights bath him in a pale blue color, circle around the arena and then converge into the center of the ring where the Matt McClain stands frozen. His chiseled body, which is bathed in the pale blue light, is ridged. He soon breaks the still stance by jerking up his arms high into the air. The boos of the fans give him a sudden massive rush. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light. It's almost an indescribable feeling coped with the booing of the fans as the lights in the arena start to slowly come back on.
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!
[Mixed with the chorus of “boo’s” is a subtle chant of a few internet savvy fans chant “You sold out!” The Crippler doesn’t bat an eye. His disdain for the fans it obvious. The fans chanting “you sold out”, do seem to irritate him.]
ID: “Introducing tonight’s competitors. Making their way to the ring area.”
[The legendary chords of Skynyrd's “Sweet Home Alabama” echo through the arena. The internet fans of the BWA days pop HUGE!]
ID: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Clearfield, Alabama, weighing in at 690 pounds. Jim Beam….Jack Daniels…..80 Proof!!!!
[As the bass riff really kicks in, a man steps from behind the curtains. Standing barely 6 feet tall, he appears wiry, but confident. He wears jean shorts and a black t-shirt that reads, “What would Katz do?” On the back, it reads, “Have another….the SoNS way!” He makes his way down the ramp pushing a Wal-Mart shopping cart full of toys. Assorted weapons and run of the mill household goods can be seen.]
[The music stops. Now Travis Tritt’s Son of the New South begins to play. Only the REAL internet geeks recognize this one…and they bow down to the tribute to one of the most hardcore stables in wrestling history. Everyone else just boos, b/c he is so much bigger than his opponent. 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, “Caution – 80 Proof.” On the back, it reads, “One double shot and you’re out.” He bends down to tighten his shitkickers, and makes his way towards the ring. Suddenly, he stops and heads back up the ramp. A puzzled crowd grows quiet. He ducks behind the curtain and emerges with a wheel-barrow full of weapons. NOW the crowd pops for him!]
MJ: “This should be quite a contest. This team’s reputation for violence precedes them.”
SS: “Actually, I think Hee-Haw precedes them. This looks like a scene from Deliverance.”
[Jack climbs into the ring and stands face to face with a man who has been like a brother to him since they were kids. 3 time world tag team champions or not, they are here to fight. But first….]
SS: ‘What do we have here?”
[Both men reach into their back pockets and pull out a beer. They crack them open, toast one another, and pour them back. Jim finishes before Jack and blasts him across the head with the empty. Jack staggers, but reaches into his other pocket and pulls out another beer. He fires it across the ring at Jim, barely missing, but exploding the beer against the ring post and sending a spray all over the announce table.]
MJ: “Hey! This is an Armani suit! This cost more than your whole wardrobe!”
[Jim seems really mad. He calls for a mic.]
JB: “What the hell was that?”
[Jack kinda drops his head.]
MJ: “Good. He should be ashamed.”
JB: “That’s alcohol abuse. That was a perfectly good beer. I think you have a problem.”
[Jack nods his head and walks over to the mic.]
JD: “You’re right. I’m sorry. At least I sprayed what’s his name!”
[Crippler, who has been leaning against the turnbuckle, walks over and takes the mic.]
MM: “If you boys don’t mind, I do have a match later on tonight. Can we all swap spit a little later and actually do some rasslin?” [Not waiting for an answer, Crippler points for the bell.]
SS: “There’s the bell and we are under way. In spite of all the gimmick and craziness, these two guys actually can wrestle.”
MJ: “Who cares? They messed up my suit. I hate them.”
[The two men lock up.]
SS: “Collar and elbow tie up. Jack, using his superior size, backs Jim into the corner. Clean break.”
MJ: “So what?”
SS: ‘The lock up again. This time, Jack just shoves Jim ass over elbows into the corner.”
MJ: “I bet he’s dumb enough to try it again. See?”
[Jim goes to lock up a third time, but this time kicks Jack in the midsection.]
SS: “Smart move there. He maintains the advantage with a front face lock. Jack elevates him, possible back drop? No! Jim slides out and down his back and rolls through into a sunset flip. Jack powers into a reversal, but Jim rolls through and maintains control of the leg. Trying to flip him into a single leg Boston crab, but Jack sweeps the legs with his free leg.”
MJ: ‘That’s some power right there.”
SS: “Hip toss by Jack Daniels, and another, and going for a third, but blocked. Oh my god!”
MJ: “Daniels just clotheslined the hell out of Beam. His own partner. I guess these guys ARE serious.”
[Jim rolls over to his corner and out to the floor. He starts rummaging though the shopping cart. He emerges with a 2x4.]
SS: “Beam, back into the ring. Now armed with a 2x4!”
MJ: “Finally, a move that shows intelligence by one of these barbarians. Daniels slides to the outside.
[Daniels goes to his wheel barrow, and emerges with an axe handle, He slides back into the ring.]
SS: “The two men square off now, each armed with a piece of lumber”
MJ: “This should be interesting.”
[The two men circle. Jack starts to spin the axe handle in front of him like Bruce Lee. Jim counters by waving his like a Jedi warrior, complete with light saber sound effects.]
MJ: “Am I really seeing this in a professional wrestling ring?”
[The two men attack, and for a few moments, the parry like two classically trained fencers.]
SS: “It would appear as if they have both handled wood before! I can’t believe I just said that…”
[Finally, Jim ends the clash with a kick to the midsection. He rears back and cracks the two by four over the back of Jim’s head.]
MJ: “That will cause brain damage for sure! Oh wait, he already had it.”
SS: “Brain damage or not, that was a devastating blow!”
MJ: “Now what’s he doing?”
[Jim picks up the axe handle. He looks at Jack, then quickly heads to the corner.]
SS: “Beam is the high flyer. He heads to the top. What are we going to see now?”
MJ: “Blood.”
[Jim leaps off and goes for a leg drop. As he does, he puts the axe handle under his leg. It snaps as he drives it over the broad shoulders of his partner.]
SS: “O MY GOD! Alabama Face Buster! Here’s the cover. Crippler in position with the count.
1…..
2………..
What the hell?”
[The lights go out. A voice, dark and scary, is heard over the PA.]
V: “You call that CRUNK?”
[Eerie, sinister laugher]
V: “I’ll show you CRUNK!”
[The lights come back on, and there is a man wearing a dark tunic. There is a hood over his head. One hand is inside the tunic. He slowly pulls his hand out, to reveal a skull!]
SS: “Who the hell is that?”
MJ: “Maybe he’s from the light company. Thought for a second we didn’t pay the bill!”
[Jim is facing the man, and Jack, who has struggled to his feet, looks in his direction as he tries to clear the cobwebs.]
SS: “What is he doing with that skull?”
[The man puts the skull to his ear, then points at Jim. He then points to Jim’s Wal-Mart cart of toys. The man points to Jack, and then to Jack’s wheel barrow of toys. The members of 80 Proof look at each other, then at Crippler, who just shrugs. They look back to the man, and then they both slide out of the ring towards their vehicle of choice.
SS: “Now what?”
MJ: “Maybe he appealed to their better nature. Maybe he reasoned with them.”
[The two men pick up their load of weapons and heave them into the ring.]
SS: “Maybe not.”
[The two men slide back in and square off once again. Jack is motioning for Jim to bring it on.]
MJ: “I don’t even know how he’s standing right now. And he wants MORE?”
[Beam bends down and picks up a kendo stick. He walks over to Daniels.]
SS: “Is Daniels daring him to hit him?”
[Daniels motions again. Beam looks at Crippler]
Crippler: “I’ll allow it.
[Beam nods, and busts the cane over Daniels’ head.]
MJ: “Apparently so. Perhaps you were right. He may be standing, but not functioning above the helmet wearing short bus riding level.”
SS: “HEY! That’s not cool.”
MJ: “Who’s going to complain? The SpEds?”
[And exasperated sigh, which is cut short by this.]
SS: “Good God! He’s still up! And he’s arming himself!”
[Daniels reaches down and picks up a chair. Now it’s Beam, calling for the shot.]
MJ: “These guys are BOTH nuts.”
[Daniels waffles the chair down on the head of his tag team partner. The chair bends, and Beam staggers.]
SS: “Not matter who wins this match, how are these guys going to be able to compete any time soon!”
[Once again, Jim reaches for a weapon.]
SS: “I don’t believe it.”
[Beam comes up with a pink yard flamingo.]
MJ: “I can’t believe I’m associated with this.”
[He nails Daniels in the head with it, and despite the tremendous explosion of pink plastic, Daniels is unfazed.]
SS: “What’s next?”
[As if to answer, Daniels reaches down and comes up with a stop sign. He loads up.]
MJ: “I agree. Just stop.”
[Daniels bends the stop sign nearly in half over his partner, who drops to a knee.]
SS: “That might do it!”
[Beam, clearly trying to shake out the cobwebs, reaches blindly through the pile of rubble around him.]
MJ: “I have to admit. There is certainly some irony here!”
[Beam has in his hands a stoplight. He measures Daniels.]
SS: “This is getting out of hand.”
[Beam crushes the light against his partner’s head. Blood starts to flow as pieces of green, yellow and red plastic fall to the mat.]
SS: “It’s GETTING out of hand?”
[Daniels, bloodied and wobbly, reaches down on last time.]
MJ: “I’m sure he knows how to swing one of those.”
SS: “Daniels, lining up his partner with a bar stool. OH MY GOD!!!
[Daniels crumples his smaller opponent, his partner, and busts up open.]
MJ: “Beam is down!
SS: “Daniels collapses on top. The count by McClain!
One….
Two…….
THREE!!!!!!!!
MJ: “It looks like a tornado hit the trailer park!”
ID: “Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner. Jack Daniels!!!!”
[The fans stand and applaud both men. Daniels slowly makes his way to his feet.]
SS: “We may need medical attention out here.”
[Instead, Daniels helps his fallen teammate to his feet. The two men make their way to the back, as the fans continue to show their respect.]
[Commercial for the WCWA's First PPV: Ground Breaking Experience coming in February.....]
SS: Hey you drunk bastard you see that. Our first PPV in February to get the new year off right.
MJ: I'm not a drunk. I'm an alcoholic, there's a difference you know.
[The scene fades to Cynthia interviewing CJ with Maxxine close by...]
Cynthia: CJ , shortly you will be facing off against 3J J.J Jarone in the first round for the tournament. What are your thou..
Maxxine: Wait wait wait.. listen. CJ has pretty much said everything that he had to regarding his match coming up.
Cynthia: But..
Maxxine: But nothing , get your little scoops and s*** somewhere else.
Cynthia: Excuse me , who do you think you are? I'm just doing my job here.
Maxxine: You want to do your job? ... your job? Why don't interview management about having me go against Vanessa. Why don't you ask those pedo's why they are so F'ed up in the head. In fact ... why don't you make yourself useful and go tell that little whore Pamela that I challange her next week to a match, crunk rules!
Cynthia: But..
Maxxine: Did I stutter? I told you.. I want her a** in the ring. Now be useful for a change and go do your job.
SS: Well I guess Maxxine made herself pretty clear.
MJ: Ever Clear, where?
[Commercial for the WfWA featuring CJ Rowell announcing that anyone can step up for the WWA Tag Straps.]
[As the WCWA returns from commercial break Vanessa is already standing in the ring not so ready to go.]
MJ: That little Thai girl has no business in that ring.
SS: She should have thought about that when she showed up with TTO last show.
ID: And the opponent tonight is.....
[When all of a sudden "Sweet Sacrifice" By Evanescence blast through the P.A. system as Maxxine makes her way out from out the curtains. You can see the concern growing on Vanessa’s face. The men in the crowd go wild as they try to reach over the railing to get a chance to touch her. She shakes the hands of a few fans before bringing her attention back into towards the ring. CJ follows behind her giving her words of encouragement but in all honesty she really doesn't need it. She lifts one leg into the ring and then the other doing the splits as she slides into the ring. Soon as she gets back to her two feet she climbs the turnbuckle doing CJ's popular pose before blowing a kiss. The music fades away as she takes off her Christmas hat and stretches some to get ready for her match against Vanessa.]
MJ: Now I can get into that kind of Extreme.
[The bell rings as the two competitors square off. They start circling around and around. It looks as though Maxxine doesn’t want to go after Vanessa. Maxxine takes a quick glance over at CJ who does an encouraging motion for her to just get on with the match. So Maxxine takes the advice of CJ and goes after Vanessa. Vanessa screams and runs away. She cowers into a corner.]
SS: Look at the bitch scared now and trembling in the corner.
MJ: Well get yo ass in the ring then.
SS: Are you crazy? No, your ass is drunk, that's all.
[Maxxine’s heart gets the best of her and she sighs and turns away. Maxxine is just about to exit the ring when out of nowhere Vanessa grabs her hair from behind and slams her head down on the mat. Maxxine nails the mat and rolls out of the ring. Automatically CJ jumps up onto the apron but the referee grabs ahold of CJ before he can get into the ring and go after Vanessa.]
MJ: Sneaky and a little fire to go with it. My kind of woman.
SS: Any kind of woman is your kind of woman.
MJ: That's true.
[Amazingly Vanessa is going on the offensive and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She jumps off of it but Maxxine moves out of the way before Vanessa can connect with a flying forearm. Vanessa is slow to get up and Maxxine capitalizes. She grabs Vanessa and irish whips her into the steel steps. In pain Vanessa writhes on the ground. Maxxine picks Vanessa up and then slams her face right into the steel steps. Stumbling away Vanessa is grabbing her face.]
[Vanessa is trying to stumble away up the ramp but Maxxine sees this. Maxxine runs up from behind her and grabs ahold of her hair. Maxxine throws her down onto the ground much like Vanessa did to Maxxine in the beginning of the match. Now Maxxine takes Vanessa by the hair and drags her all the way back to the edge of the ring. Maxxine picks up Vanessa and smashes her face into the canvas of the mat then rolls her into the ring.]
SS: Damn that had to hurt like hell. Vanessa does not stand a chance of winning this match.
[Maxxine slides back into the ring and picks up Vanessa. Vanessa gets flung into the ropes and upon her return is met with a back breaker. Yet again Vanessa is picked up and flung except this time into the corner turnbuckle. Maxxine runs at Vanessa and hits a running clothesline. Vanessa staggers out of the corner as Maxxine climbs to the top. When Vanessa turns around she is met by a missle drop kick.]
[Vanessa yet again is sent crashing down to the canvas obviously outmatched and in pain. CJ throws Maxxine a chair and Maxxine sets it down on the canvas. Maxxine picks up Vanessa and throws her into the ropes.]
#CAN I GET A BIG HELL YEAH FROM ALL THE REDNECK WOMEN OUT THERE!!!!!
[After that voiceover, there's a loud cat's growl over the PA system as Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman" starts to blare throughout the arena. Then, to an explosion of cheers the curtain parts, and out walks the Wildcat wearing blue jeans, black knee pads, a black/red tied-up "OCW – Lady Outlaws" t-shirt and snakeskin cowboy boots with her hair in a ponytail under a black baseball cap as she smacks hands with the fans before rushing into the ring.]
SS: Who in the hell is that?
MJ: I don’t know but she is standing up to Maxxine.
[Maxxine shoves Janice back against the ropes but Janice fires back with a right hand to the head. Janice continues to fire away with rights and lefts to the head before clotheslining Maxxine out of the ring.]
MJ: Did you just see that? Maxxine just got knocked silly and she is not happy.
SS: I want to know who this bitch is.
[Janice reaches out and grabs a mic from ringside before she stares directly at Maxxine.]
Janice: What in the hell are you doing?
[Maxxine starts mouthing off at Janice.]
Janice: SHUT UP!!!! If this is your way to show off how extreme you are, then why don’t you try somebody your own size. So, I have a proposition for you. You want a piece of me, why don’t you come down to San Antonio and pick a fight with the real Queen of Extreme. Just ask for “The Louisiana Wildcat” Janice St. Martins. I’m not that hard to find.
[Janice paces around for a moment and spots a very scared Vanessa in the far corner.]
Janice: I just got one last thing to say. This is going out to Pamela Duke-Jackson. I know you are around somewhere. If you cross my path, I am going to whoop your ass. If you send that blithering idiot of a husband after me, I am going to run him over with my truck and then I am going to whoop your ass. Your days of exploiting this little girl are over.
MJ: Looks like The Wildcat is making friends and enemies very quickly out here.
SS: That tough bitch doesn’t play around.
[Janice quickly takes Vanessa out of the ring and out of the reach of the charging Texas Outlaws.]
SS: What in the hell? Last week TTO and now this week....The Wildcat.
MJ: Texas is invading the West Coast, I hope they bring some Tequilla with them next time.
SS: Let's go to a commercial break, and when we get back.
MJ: Street Fight match....I've been waiting on this one.
[Commercial for the new Keith Dylan James t-shirt.]
ID: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. It is a three-way Streetfight!”
[The crowd starts chanting]
Crowd: “Let’s get Crunk. Let’s get Crunk.”
[Clearly, several are chanting “Let’s get DRUNK”, and several more already are!]
ID: “Introducing first.”
[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.]
ID: “From Iraq, weighing in at 225 pounds”
[Hearing that he is Iraqi, the fans begin to boo.]
ID: “Here is….Khalid Jad!”
[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. Boos rain down on him.]
SS: “Not a popular soul here tonight”
MJ: “As welcome as Herpes.”
[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]
ID: “Our second competitor….”
[Cue Human Animal by Wolf Eyes, throbbing, churning bass lines, industrial deathbeats, and harsh doual vocaled screaming crushes the arena, as the lights don't drop.]
ID: “From the hills of West Virginia.”
[Immediately a chant goes up in the crowd.]
Crowd: “:Fucked his sister. Fucked his sister.”
[Keith Dylan James comes out from behind the curtain, none to happy with the crowd, but pointing at Khalid Jad in the ring. He is barefoot, bare chested and wearing Blue Jeans torn off around the mid shin point, they are stained with blood.]
ID: “Weighing in at 253. Keith….Dylan…..James!!!”
[He runs full length down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and immediately getting in Jad’s face.]
ID: “And the final competitor tonight.”
[“ALL ABOARD!!!! The bass, and the laughter than can only be Ozzy, play through the arena. As the guitar kicks in, the Internet savvy fans pop for the hardcore legend. Suddenly, the music cuts off.]
SS: “Now what?”
[An obviously handheld remote cam pops up on the bigscreen. As the camera guy focuses, the image of John Katz, minus the straight jacket appear.]
JK: “Boys, perhaps you misread your dance card. Our match said “Streetfight”. So what the hell are you doing in the ring?”
[The two men in the ring look at each other. The fans start a “we want skull” chant.]
JK: “If you boys have the gravel enough, come get yourself some REAL hardcore.”
[Jad and James head straight for the nearest exit. Cameras follow them as they burst through the doors to the parking lot. Both men trip and fall.]
SS: “What kind of cheap shot was that?”
MJ: “Katz never touched them. They tripped over that rope strung across the doorway.”
[Katz appears out of nowhere and starts beating the hell out of both men with a Singapore Cane.]
SS: “He’s sure as hell touching them now, isn’t he?”
[Katz continues to scorch the flesh on the backs of Jad and James.]
MJ: “To be honest, it’s really the cane that’s hitting them.”
[Jad rolls over to protect his back, and takes a hellacious shot right on the scar over his left ribs. Jad covers up quickly and rolls away, taking refuge under a parked car.]
SS: “Jad may be out of his element here.”
[Katz turns his full focus on James and just starts laying his back open.]
MJ: “Out of his element? The guy lives in a freakin war zone!”
[Out of nowhere, Jad appears and hits a hurricanrana off the hood of a car. Katz goes down hard on the pavement.]
SS: “What impact!”
MJ: “Seems to be ok in this element after all.”
[Quickly, Jad rolls James over and attempts the pin.
One….
Two…….]
SS: Kickout! James is bloodied, but resilient.”
MJ: “James is bloodied, but going to get bloodier.”
[Katz is getting to his feet. Jad catches him cleanly.]
SS: “Spinning heel kick! Down goes Katz. Jad, leaps to the hood of a Lexus. Leg drop! Quick cover!
One….
Two…..
Kickout! It’ll take a lot more than that to finish this match.”
[From behind, James WAFFLES Jad with the kendo stick. No cover attempt. Instead, he goes right for Katz.]
SS: “What the hell is he doing?”
[From his pocket, James produces a pair of scissors. He grabs Katz in a rear naked choke and begins to drive the scissors into his head, right above the hairline.]
SS: “Good god almighty! Now Katz is busted wide open! There is blood everywhere! What kind of savagery is this?”
[Jad is back up. He clotheslines James, freeing Katz. Jad again tries to pin Katz.
One….
Two……
SS: “Katz again able to escape. It’ll take more than a little blood to finish off the hardcore standard.
[Shattering glass is heard the off camera.]
SS: “What is wrong with that man???”
MJ: “I’m starting to think Katz is not the only one in this match who isn’t all there.”
[The camera pans to a nearby car, in which the passenger side window has been shattered. Standing next to it, bleeding from just below the elbow, is Keith Dylan James.]
SS: “That sicko just busted out that car window with a forearm shiver.”
MJ: “You think that’s bad. Look what he’s doing now!”
[James breaks off a long, jagged piece of glass with his hand. Immediately blood begins to drip from his hand. He goes right for Katz again.]
SS: “We may need to get security out here.”
[Jad cuts James off with a drop toe hold. The glass shatters on the pavement, and James’ jaw shatters on the hood of a car.]
SS: “Blood is gushing from the mouth of Keith Dylan James as Jad quickly hooks a leg.
[The referee barely gets a one count before James kicks out.]
MJ: “We may not need a referee to call the winner of this one. We might need a coroner.”
SS: “Jad, quickly looks to follow up. He climbs up to the top of a nearby SUV. He might be looking to finish this one right now.”
[Jad measures James from the top of the SUV.]
MJ: “He calls this ‘Life’s Redemption”
[Jad leaps, but James rolls out of the way. The sound of the back of his skull hitting the pavement is sickening.]
MJ: “Well, there you have it. EVERYONE is bleeding.”
SS: “James, back to his feet. AGAIN he goes after John Katz.”
[Katz was struggling to get back to his feet. James meets him with a flurry of right hands that continue even as Katz falls to a knee.]
SS: “This is an absolute beating on the part of Keith Dylan James.”
[As Katz collapses to the pavement, James continues to stomp the hell out of him.]
MJ: “I think you can get 5-10 in some states for this.”
[James grabs one of the retaining fences set up to keep fans away and bridges two cars with it.]
SS: “This does NOT look good.”
[James sets Katz up for a powerbomb. He drives him right into the steel guardrail with such forces that the guardrail bends almost in half.]
SS: “I can’t believe it! And now, James is screaming in the face of John Katz.”
[Suddenly James is jerked upright, and then bent over backwards.]
MJ: “Jad is back in it!”
SS: “Could we see an inverted DDT?”
[Instead, Jad lifts James into the air like a reverse suplex, but lets his feet float over and drops him straight down onto his shoulder like a stunner.]
SS: “OH MY GOD!!!”
MJ: “I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.”
[Jad with the cover.]
SS: “I don’t know what he calls it, but James is out!
One…..
Two…….
Three!!!!!
[Commercial Break]
SS: It's time for the Title Tournament match featuring JJ Jarone against CJ.
Ring Announcer: ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match up. Introducing first from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 185 pounds, this is CJ!
[The lights get brighter as a guitar chord starts to plays on the P.A "[Broken Heart, 18 , WLTM disabled man]"., the crowd recognizes the simple sound and starts to cheer frantically. "Making History (custom remix)" by Thunderbirds Are Now! blast throughout the arena. You can clearly distinguish the cheers between the males and females due to the pitch. The curtains start to rustle a bit as CJ and Maxxine stand just on the other side of the curtain getting ready for their appearance. The crowd stands to their feet looking over to the direction of the entrance ramp as they await the arrival of the lovely Maxxine and the fan favorite CJ. As soon as the remixed drumroll ends from the song and the lyrics begins Maxxine makes her way out of the curtains first and into view of the roaring fans around the arena. CJ follows shortly after wearing a santa clause christmas hat over his head and looking down at the ground with a water bottle in hand. He pumps in the air with one leg keeping one leg lifted slightly for a few moments before flinging his head back causing the hood from his hooded sweater to fling back as well.The crowd cheers violently as CJ takes a sip from his half empty water bottle and flings it in front of him into the crowd. Maxxine is halfway towards to the ring strutting her stuff and flirting with the fans in the front row seats. Maxxine looks into the nearest camera and growls out the words.]
Maxxine: Happy Holidays!
[She says these words while pointing back towards CJ as he makes his way to the ring in no obvious rush. CJ looks forwards at the ring clasping his hands together and rotating his wrist in a clockwise motion to loosen up for his strikes and grapples. Around this time the a familiar chorus line plays throughout the arena and the fans start to sing along with the song until it goes back to it's main lyrics. While they are singing along CJ runs around the ring once before sliding in the ring , quickly getting up and returning to that quick clockwise clasp with the hands but only this time while hopping in the air and tilting his head from left to right. Maxxine waits on the outside pumping the crowd up as the crowd start to chant "CJ!" repeatedly. The music dies down as the crowd continues to chant.]
Ring Announcer: And his Opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, this is 3J, JJ Jarone!
[3J enters the ring.]
SS: You know what…this is going to be boring, mind if I take a nap? By the way, have you seen McClain tonight, I have a “special Christmas present” for him.
MJ: I honestly don’t think this has anything to do with Riot tonight. Get your jollies over McClain on your own time, for now you have a match to call.
SS: Fine…drunk.
[The slow circling of CJ and 3J picks up to a faster pace. CJ with a spinning heel kick to gage the distance between the two, brushes 3J back a half a step, before they circle half the distance of the ring and lock up. Collar and elbow tie up, both men trying to power the other back against the ropes, CJ gives a few steps, then digs in and backs 3J backs toward the center. 3J digging in, trying to use his weight advantage to move CJ. CJ backing up a few more steps, almost into the ropes before shifting his weight and turning them both around and now it is 3J with his back to the cables. The referee calling for the break and CJ breaks clean]
MJ: These two seem so evenly matched, with forty-five pounds going in 3J’s favor.
SS: You know what that means don’t you.
MJ: Yes, 3J has the edge in power, but CJ has the edge in speed and let’s not forget, CJ has the edge in experience in the ring as well, may have trained with one of the best, but he hasn’t amassed the ring time to polish his skills.
[3J and CJ both slowly circling the ring now, 3J asking for a test of strength, CJ extending his arm, the fingers on his hand spread to accept. They lock up tentatively, and CJ immediately stepping over the interlocked hands of himself and 3J to come up with 3J’s wrist in a wrist lock which he uses to force 3J to the mat. 3J bridging back up, is able to use that power to fight back to a vertical base only to have CJ nearly takes his head off with a short-armed clothesline. 3J popping right back to his feet though and charging CJ, hip toss by CJ and 3J sent rolling, yet ends up right back on his feet once again]
MJ: I think CJ came out on top of that exchange.
SS: yeah but 3J not letting it rattle him.
[3J taking his time, pacing the ring, shaking out the arm as CJ just watches, till finally they lock up in a collar and elbow once again, 3J driving the knee into the midsection of CJ then whipping him into the ropes, 3J catches him coming off with a thunderous chop to the chest and CJ staggered by that shot.]
MJ: CJ looks to be in pain!!!
SS: Gee you think so? Could it be the fact that CJ is calling out in pain as his chest turns red?
[3J with a deep arm drag on CJ now, takes him down but hangs on to the arm and converts into a hammerlock, followed by a double hammerlock pinning combination and CJ’s shoulders are down]
1….
[Kickout by CJ and 3J pulls him right back to his feet, giving him no time to rest as he unleashes with a series of forearm blows and knife hand chops to the already bright red chest of CJ. CJ is in obvious pain, clutching his chest but 3J just firing in one last shot before whipping him into the ropes on the far side. CJ off, ducks the clothesline as he heads into the ropes once again but he can not get out of the way of the Big Boot by 3J which catches him right in the chest.]
SS: 3J’s targeting the already sore and injured chest of CJ and you have to admit, friend or no friend, it is a wise strategy to go after the weakness of your opponent and exploit it!
MJ: Yes and CJ may need that injury tended to yet again when this one is through!!!
[3J with a quick snap mare right into a La Majistral cradle]
1….
[Kickout by CJ and both men right back on their feet to the cheers of the crowd.]
MJ: Well 3J wins that round.
SS: These two men starting off at such a fast pace but how long can 3J keep up.
MJ: He’s going to have to ground CJ in order to hang on to an advantage, he’s going to have to make CJ fight his type of match if he wants to win this thing.
SS: Easier said then done!
[Both men slowly circling one another yet again before locking up, 3J with a side headlock on CJ now, but CJ backing into the ropes before shoving 3J across the ring. 3J into the ropes, he comes off charging CJ, CJ with a leap frog, 3J into the ropes once again, 3J off one more time, CJ side steps him, 3J into the ropes for a third time, CJ dropping his head just a little and 3J catching him with a inverted swinging neck breaker.]
MJ: Damn!!! DDT by 3J and it truly happens just that fast!!!
SS: CJ right back on his feet though!!
[CJ leaping up onto the top turnbuckle comes off to nail 3J with a springboard dropkick and 3J is down!!! CJ into the ropes once again, summersault leg drop across the chest of 3J and CJ hooking the leg]
1….
2….
[Kickout!!!!]
[CJ rolling back to his feet, 3J up as well and right into a Japanese arm drag which takes him right back down to the mat. 3J maintaining hold of the arm, right into a crucifix pin]
1…
[Kickout!!!]
SS: Extremely fast kickout by 3J there and both men back to their feet once again!!!
[No circling this time just a quick collar and elbow tie up, 3J with a knee lift to double CJ over before standing him back up straight again with another thunderous chop to the chest!]
SS: That has got to take CJ’s breath away each and every time 3J does that, not only from the force of the chops but from the fact that he’s driving them right into the swollen chest!
MJ: That it is and look at CJ, his doubled over, clutching his chest and 3J sliding right around behind him quickly locks him in to an abdominal stretch.]
SS: I guess it was time for 3J to press his luck!
MJ: yeah and look at the expression on CJ’s face, that has to be stretching that would out as well!!!
[CJ fighting though, straining to reach the ropes and when that doesn’t work he puts everything he has into hip tossing 3J to the mat. 3J up and turning, right into a dropkick from CJ and 3J is down once again. 3J rolling to his feet, CJ right there behind him, German suplex by CJ plants 3J on the back of his head and 3J looking dazed. CJ heading up to the top rope now.]
SS: CJ Gonna fly, oh joy.
MJ: Listen to those fans!!!!!!
[Asia moonsault off the top rope but 3J gets the knees up in time to bury them into the midsection of CJ. CJ rolling onto the match, clutching his abs and 3J rolling to his feet and right back on the attack, pulls CJ up, huge belly to belly by 3J before he picks CJ up once again, airplane spin into a fireman’s carry toss and CJ is down. 3J heading up top now, corkscrew elbow right into the bloody chest of CJ and 3J hooks the legs]
1…
2…
3…
SS: NO!!!!
The fans are going wild, cheering loudly as the referee holds two fingers in the air!!!!
MJ: How did he kick out!!!!
SS: I don’t know, but 3J is already back to his feet and CJ just rolling over and clutching his chest!!!
MJ: Well 3J nailed him with a spike piledriver and tried to put the exclamation point on the match by taking out CJ…well he’s still in this thing!!!!
[3J reaching down to pull CJ to his feet, but CJ with a quick kick to the gut followed by a face buster and both men are down. CJ sitting, continuing to clutch his chest with his leg still over the back of the neck of 3J and 3J driven face first into the mat really isn’t moving. CJ slowly climbing back to his feet, heads around the 3J’s legs and grabs one up]
SS: We could see that elevated half Boston crab right here!!!!
MJ: NO!!!! 3J playing possum rolls through and grabs the leg of CJ as he climbs back to his feet, elevated Achilles tendon hold by 3J and CJ reaching desperately for the ropes!!!
SS: Beautiful counter by 3J!!!
[CJ reaching the ropes and the referee ordering the break. Both men looking a little less then fresh at this point as 3J backs away. CJ standing, taking his time as he slowly beings to circle the ring. Collar and elbow tie up followed by a quick knee lift from CJ who shoots Malik into the ropes, 3J comes off looking for the clothesline, CJ ducking underneath it, stops dead in his tracks and hooks the natural disaster to send 3J face first to the mat!!!! CJ rolling him over and hooking the leg now]
1…
2…
[Kickout and the fans one again go crazy!!!!]
SS: These people don’t know who to cheer for!
MJ: Well they love both these guys and who could blame them.
[CJ pulling 3J back to his feet, 3J looking a bit dazed, CJ going for the spinning heel kick, 3J ducking under and firing back with a forearm shot to the chest of CJ. CJ holding that injured chest yet again, but 3J grabbing his arm and pulling it away before firing in one more chop and whipping him into a corner.]
SS: When all else fails, go back to what continues to cause your opponent pain.
MJ: I am sure at this point CJ’s chest has to be bruised.
[3J charging the corner and leaping, Avalanche by 3J as he continues to punish the chest of CJ who staggers out of the corner as 3J backs away but not for long as 3J pulling CJ up into the fireman’s carry….]
SS: NO!!! I think we were about to see 3J’s revenge but CJ shifting his weight to drop down behind 3J before nailing him in the back of the head with a dropkick and 3J is down. CJ pulling him back to his feet, whips CJ into the corner now, 3J striking the turnbuckles back first and CJ charging right in after him, Monkey flips him out before heading into the ropes. Split legged moonsault by CJ and he hooks the leg.]
1…
2…
[Kickout!]
SS: 3J still has so much fight left in him!!!!
[CJ climbing back to his feet, pulls 3J up with him and whips him into the ropes, CJ following him in, running bulldog by CJ plants 3J face first to the canvas once more and CJ heading up to the top turnbuckle now, he’s waiting on 3J to get up…Flying clothesline off the top rope by CJ…]
SS: 3J DROPED DOWN!!!!
MJ: OH MAN!!!!
MJ: 3J had that one scouted, dropped down at the last second and CJ striking the mat chest first before skidding under the bottom rope and out of the ring. CJ down in a heap on the outside as the referee begins his count]
1…
SS: Look at 3J!!!!!
2….
MJ: I think he’s gonna fly!!!!!
3…
[ 3J perched up on the top rope waiting and watching CJ]
4…
5…
[CJ to his knees]
6…
[CJ pulling himself back to his feet with the help of the ring apron groggily turning around as the fans begin to scream]
7…
[Corkscrew plancha off the top rope by 3J and both men down in a heap and the referee forced to begin his count once again]
1…
[3J shaking out the cobwebs and climbing back to his feet]
2…
[3J leaping up onto the apron, CJ trying to shake out the cobwebs rolls over]
3…
[3J heading back up to the top rope!!!!]
4…
SS: We’ve already see the around the way, now where is that fool going!!!
[CJ slowly making his way to his feet]
MJ: Don’t you mean look at corkscrew moonsault cause that’s what we’re about to see next!!!
5…
[corkscrew moonsault by 3J]
SS: CJ MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!!
6….
BJ: Malik striking nothing but the unforgiving mats!!!!
7…
[CJ with a suicide dive to the outside onto a rising 3J to break the count]
Fans: HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!
SS: BOTH MEN DOWN IN A HEAP AND LOOK AT CJ CLUTCH HIS CHEST!!!!!
MJ: He may have hurt himself more than he did 3J!!!
[3J slowly shaking out the cobwebs, manages to pull himself together and climb back to his feet, pull CJ to his and roll him back into the ring and follow before the referee reaches ten. 3J leaning heavily on the ropes he uses to pull himself up, as CJ continues to clutch his chest down on the canvas. CJ’s hand stained with blood now where he holds it over the bandage. 3J pulling CJ to his feet now, hoists him up and deposits him on the top rope, then climbs up onto the middle rope. The referee telling him to get out of the ropes but 3J looking to hook CJ for the powerbomb and CJ raining the forearm shots down on the head and face of 3J. 3J dazed and CJ getting to his feet on the turnbuckles now, hooks the head of 3J and drills him to the mat!!!!]
SS: Tornado DDT!!!!
MJ: Wow!!! But can CJ cover him.
[CJ slowly rolling 3J over and hooking the leg]
1….
2…
3…
MJ: NO!!!!!!!
SS: MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!!!
MJ/SS: HOW THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!
[CJ seems to be wondering the same thing himself as he shakes his head and climbs back to his feet, pulls 3J up then slams him down upside down in the corner]
AJ: Oh man we have seen this before!!!!
BJ: Yeah and it sure as hell won’t be an improvement to CJ’s day!!!!
[Baseball slide dropkick to the face of 3J as he hangs there and Malik looks to be out. CJ pulling him down and covering]
1…
2…
[Foot on the ropes!!!!!]
SS: This is amazing, neither man has been able to put the other away and at this pace, they are running out of tricks!!!!
[CJ shakes his head in disbelief once more as he pulls 3J to his feet and whips him chest first into the corner, Thunderous drop kick to the back of 3J’s head and CJ just falls backwards as CJ slowly climbs to his feet]
MJ: Not sure if that was a good idea!!!!
SS: Why not, we are about to be in the eye of a storm!!!
MJ: Every dropkick is hurting CJ as well, he can hardly climb those ropes, looks at the pain etched into his face, look at him clutch at the chest, those bandages are saturated!!!!
[CJ on the top rope, poised, shooting star press…]
MJ: OH MY GOD!!!!
SS: 3J COULD HAVE BROKEN ONE OF CJ’s RIBS RIGHT THERE!!!!!
[3J getting the knees up at the last possible second and CJ striking them chest and abdomen fist and CJ rolling around on the mat in pain as Malik attempt to pull himself up with the ropes]
SS: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, those high flying moves just do not pay off…my god…that is twice now that has happened, you’d think he’d learn!!!!
MJ: CJ going all out to win this thing as is 3J, and things are not looking so good for CJ right now!!!!
[3J pulling CJ up now, sets up and takes CJ up and over with a northern lights Suplex. CJ looking dazed and almost out of it as 3J heads into the ropes. Triple jump moonsault from 3J and he nails it. 3J hooking the legs]
1…
2…
[Shoulder up]
SS: That was 3J’s big top, but it looks like he’s going to have to dig a little deeper than that!!!!
MJ: 3J pulling CJ up, and dragging him to the corner…what’s he gonna do now?
[3J setting CJ up on the top rope, CJ just rocking there, held in place by 3J who hooks him for a super-plex and delivers with authority. CJ staring up at the lights once again as 3J goes to the top once more. Corkscrew leg drop across the already injured chest of CJ and 3J hooks the leg]
1…
2…
[Now it’s CJ’s turn to be saved with a foot on the ropes!!!!!!]
SS: HOLY SHIT!!! The all fall down coupled with the getting’ twisted couldn’t put him away, so what the hell is it gonna take!!!!!
MJ: I don’t know SS, but look at 3J, 3Jcan hardly pull himself back to his feet, let along pull CJ up as well and 3J now using everything he has to whip CJ into the ropes and CJ with the last of his reserve as well manages to reverse it….
SS: HOLY SHIT THE MUSHABOOM!!!!!!!!!
MJ: CJ has the Mushaboom locked on in the center of the ring!!! HE NAILS IT IN THE CANTER OF THE RING!
SS: This is hit, no ropes in sight!
1…
2…
3!
Ring Announcer: here is your winner, and advancing to the second round, CJ!
Sorry folks, but until the other two matches reach me tomorrow this is it. If I don't get them tomorrow, then I will do summarized results for the tag match and probably have to write the tourney match myself or summarize it.