# 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 [font color="red" size="5"] [b]CRUNK in WCWA[/font][/b].

[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: Folks, I'm 'Lil One' Mario Jackson....

SS: And I'm Sylvia Sanchez......

Together: We be gettin' CRUNK

SS: We have a show for you tonight. Hunter Hill vs CJ vs Amir Ahmad....

MJ: The returning R J Harris vs the necomer Skorp.....

SS: 80 Proof vs Terminal Frost and J C Hawke.....

Together: And in the main event......"Gorgeous" Allen Young, Khalid Jad, and The Einheri taking on The Fatbreakers and Soultaker......

[Stills of the WCWA roster begin to appear on screen as the fans are jamming hard. The Crunk All Stars are performing live tonight as this is the release of the WCWA theme song. Suddenly the curtains open and Mr. Vino makes his way out. He's wearing a Black Stefani Arimondi 3 button suit with a pair of black Mezlan gator skin shoes on. He has a white shirt on and a red and black striped Coverno silk tie on. He has a mic in his hands and the fans erupt.]

MJ: Damn! Let me hide my stash.

SS: I think he came out to fire you tonight.

MJ: What!

[Vino is smiling as the fans begin to quiet down.]

Vino: Folks welcome to another edition of WCWA RIOT.

[Fans cheer]

Vino: Without you there would be no us. That's the reason I'm out here tonight. I promised you that I would bring you a quality product. I've failed in that so far. I have some people that are not living up to their expectations that work for me.

First off let me say, that one young man had enough integrity to come to me and say he had other things going on in his life. That man would be none other than "Scumbag" Amir Ahmad.

[Fans boo at the mention of Amir's name.]

Vino: You may boo him, but I applaud him tonight. He came to me and expressed that he had pressing business back home and that he needed out of his contract. Due to him being honest with me, I allowed him to do so without any legal action being taken.

Next, I applaud Terminal Frost. He has a new baby on the way and one already at home. He has come into some knowledge that cannot be disclosed and tonight will be his last match for a while in WCWA.

[Vino's tone changes now.]

Vino: These next two individuals have been absent for several weeks. They have not called me or tried to contact me in any way to discuss if they are having problems or what. So with that said......After this show they will be fired. They will be dealt with during the show for your viewing pleasure.

With that being said, let's get on with the show.

Oh and Mario.....get that damn liquor away from my commentator's table.

[Mario almost messed his pants as Vino laughed and turned to head to the back.]

SS: I told you he knew.

MJ: Man, I've got to find myself a new spot.

[Commercial for WWA TAG WARS]

ID: Our first match of the evening is a standard match with a 10 minute time limit. Already in the ring is a newcomer to the WCWA and he is SKORPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

[Fans are booing.]

ID: Returning to the ring after a brief absence. A former Mid South Syndicate member. A former all around champion. He is none other than "The Vagabond" R J Harrisssssssssssssssssssssssss!

[The light go down and a single red spot light comes on over the Big Screen and voice come over the PA System.]

1...2...Harris is coming for you

3...4...Better lock your door

5...6...Pray to your crucifix

7...8...Better train real late

9...10.. You will never wrestle again.

[Vagabond By Mighty Raw starts to play as R. J. Harris explodes out of the back and walks to the ring with his hands held high. He shakes hands and he rolls into the ring and goes to a corner and waits for his opponent.)

# Ding

[Harris quickly after the bell leaps with a forearm to the throat of Skorp. Whipping Skorp to the ropes, Harris is bouncing off the other side and catches Skorp with a swinging DDT.]

SS: Harris not showing a great deal of ring rust.

MJ: Hell no, he's kicking this guys butt.

[Harris pulling Skorp to his feet and goes for a short armed clothesline, but Skorp ducks. Harris reaches back and nails Skorp with an inverted neckbreaker. Harris up quickly and pulls Skorp to his feet once more. Harris sending Skorp to the corner and Harris following him in and nails Skorp with a knee to the face. The ref is checking Skorp and says he can continue. R J not wasting any time as he bulldogs Skorp as he was getting to his feet. R J feeling good here as he applies a boston crab and Skorp screams out in pain.]

MJ: Harris is relentless in his attack. Where in the hell did Vino, find this guy?

SS: I don't know, but he said he wanted the fans to enjoy the show and man listen to them.

[The fans are screaming and shouting enjoying the pain Harris is inflicting on Skorp.]

MJ: I got to take a hit to keep up with this action.

SS: Alright, Vino already warned you tonight.

MJ: Damn, you don't forget anything.

[Harris releasing the boston crab and pulling Skorp and nails him with a belly to belly suplex. R J up to the middle turnbuckle and off with an elbow across the sternum. Harris setting up and nails Skorp with Vagabond's Revenge and covers.]

1......

ID: Your winner tonight is "The Vagabond" R J Harrisssssssssssssssssss.

SS: R J Harris came back showing that he's not playing around.

MJ: R J Harris showed everyone he came to whip some booty.

[Commercial for the new 80 Proof t-shirt. It reads, "It You Ain't Drunk, Then You Ain't S#!t."]

[Mr. Vino is back out on the entrance ramp again with mic in hand. Smiling from ear to ear.]

Vino: Folks, that first match was just the beginning for a strong turn around for our company. It was also the beginning of a spectacular night. I have many more suprises in store for you tonight.

[Fans erupt with a chorus of cheers.]

Vino: I wanted to take this time out to personally thank a young man. That man is Khalid Jad. Khalid signed up in the WWA to represent the WCWA in their Summit Tournament. He has made it to round two and is looking very impressive. Jad could have signed with a WWA fed and represented them, but he went in under the WCWA banner. He has not failed us and he has shown his dedication to us.

Khalid, thank you for being an honest young man. In this business you don't come across people like you to often. I truly appreciate it. I promise you, I will be in attendance at the next round of the Summit cheering you on.

Thank you.

[The fans give Jad a standing ovation as Vino exits the arena again.]

MJ: Khalid is making a name for himself here in the WCWA and in the WWA.

SS: That's good seeing that we will be operating under the WWA banner beginning March 1, 2007, this Thursday. That's right folks, we will be joining the WWA this Thursday.

[Commercial for March Madness coming March 27, 2007 from the Staples Center.]

ID: Our next match is a 10 minute match. Already in the ring and accompanied by Maxxine the Extreme Queen is C JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ!

[Fan's cheer for the young man]

ID: Hailing from Texas and a former Mid South Syndicate member. A grandslam BWA champion.....we have Hunter Hillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!

[Lights go out and red pyro burst along the runaway as "Faithless" hits the speakers. Hunter is making his way down in his red and black tights and red boots. Hunter pulls the rope up so Michelle can get in and then he follows her. Hunter gets in the center of the ring with Michelle raising his hand as half of the crowd boos and half cheers. The boos seem to bother Hunter, but he tries to not let the boos get to him. He lets Michelle out of the ring and Hunter gets ready in the ring.]

# Ding

[Vino is back out on the ramp and he's signaling for someone to come out from the back. Suddenly the curtain parts and R J Harris is racing out to the ring. Harris reaches the ringside and just waits patiently. Hill and C J both look confused. Hill kicks C J in the midsection and whips him to the ropes. As C J hits the ropes, Harris nails him with a double axe handle from behind.]

SS: The ref didn't see it because he was trying to get Maxxine back off the apron.

[Hill executes the Kanine Killa on CJ and covers.]

ID: Your winner.....Hunter Hillllllllllllllllllllllllllll.

[Harris in the ring and Hill is still looking confused. Harris pulls C J to his feet and levels him with Vagabond's Revenge. He grabs C J's head and tells Hill to beat him. Vino is making his way to the ring as well. Hill begins to lay on the lefts and rights until C J is busted open.]

MJ: Man, what in the hell is going on here.

SS: Well Vino said the excitement wasn't over.

[Harris hoisting C J up and Hill climbing the turnbuckles. Harris with a slam and Hill leaps off with leg drop across the neck. Vino makes his way into the ring.]

Vino: I told you folks that there were some people that had not contacted me. They have missed interviews and other functions of the WCWA’s responsibility to the community. We promised the state of California that we would support certain programs. C J and Maxxine have not lived up to their commitment.

So how can I say this. Hell….both of you are fired from the WCWA. Get your stuff out of my locker room and get to steppin’.

[Hill and Harris roll CJ out of the ring as Maxxine helps him up the aisle. A still silence has come over the crowd as Vino makes his way out of the arena as well.]

MJ: The fans don’t know how to react, as they have never seen Vino this upset before. I know I haven’t, not on a show at least. Hell I need to take a drink no matter what the outcome may be.

SS: Hell me to……I’m in shock. I can see where Vino is coming from though. If you sign up, then do what you pledged to do.

MJ: [Wiping his mouth after a swig.] I wonder what else Vino has in store for us tonight.

[Commercial for The Einheri t-shirt.]

MJ: Folks this has been a strange night thus far and it seems it can only get worse. I’ll drink to that shit.

SS: It has been crazy around here and man well, hell let’s go to the next match.

ID: This next match is a tag team match. Already represented in the ring are Terminal Frost and the second generation wrestler in J C Hawke.

[Mixed reaction from the fans.]

ID: And their opponents.

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

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

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

DING

[At the sound of the bell Terminal seemingly getting back through the ropes. He turns quickly and nails Hawke with a flatliner. He lifts Hawke up as 80 Proof look on. Frost with a brain buster from hell. He looks at Jim Beam who’s in the ring and he smiles and leaves the ring area.]

SS: What in the hell just happened?

MJ: Betrayal! That’s what happened. This night is gonna turn me into an alcoholic.

[Beam over and quickl covers.]

ID: Your winners of the match….Jim Beam and Jack Daniels……the team of 80 Proofffffffffffffffffffffff!

MJ: This was Frost last match for a while and man what a way to leave the ring.

SS: If he comes back, I’m sure J C Hawke will want to get some revenge.

[Commercial for WCWA t-shirt]

[The scene opens up in the backstage area where Allen is seen pacing back and forth. Sylvia Sanchez comes into the scene as she tries to stop Allen from pacing so she can get an interview with him.]

Sylvia Sanchez: Allen, how are you doing?

Allen: How am I doing? I got butterflies in my stomach, I am nervous as hell does that answer you question.

Sylvia Sanchez: Does this have anything to do with facing The Fatbreakers tonight?

Allen: [gives Sylvia a serious look.] Yes it does, Sylvia! Because in just a few moments I’m going to have to go out there and I’m going to have to face my fears! Yes, that’s right I said I’m going to face my fears because a lot repress memories are going to come back rushing into my head. It’s not a pretty sight for me right because those out of shape, Boss Hogg wanna be are going to be in that ring trying to hurt poor little ol’ me!

[Allen runs his fingers through his hair as his music starts to play in the background.]

Allen: Now if you will excuse me, I must go out there and face my fear.

[Allen straightens up his shoulders and heads toward the ring as the scene fades to black.]

ID: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our main event of the evening.”

MJ: ‘This match is like a who’s who of the WCWA right now.”

SS: “EVERY match I call is a who’s who match.”

[“I am Just a Girl” by No Doubt hits has Allen comes out skipping waving to the crowd and blowing kiss to them as he skips his way to the ring.

ID: Introducing first, from San Francisco, California…”

[“Gorgeous” Allen Young hair is dyed blonde as well as having blue eye shadow with black eye liner. “Gorgeous” Allen Young wears pink tights and white boots with “Gorgeous” on the backside of his pink tights . “Gorgeous” Allen Young waves a pink feather Boa.]

ID: “Weighing in at 235 pounds…..“Gorgeous” Allen Young!!!”

[Once in the ring Allen pulls out a spray can and spray the full of perfume.]

ID: “And his partner….”

MJ: ‘He’s got a partner….BIG surprise.”

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

MJ: “This man’s enterance always gives me chills.”

SS: “It makes me think of Bug Bunny.”

[Einheri is a large man of Nordic decent. He has long blonde hair and his face is clean shaven. His skin is pale from the lack of sunlight and his eyes are gray. Einheri is wearing black tights and woolley brown boots. On each wrist is a brown leather bracer. As he makes his way to the ring he is wearing a thick black fur cloak, steel cap, and a round shield with the Iron Cross emblazoned.]

ID: “Making his way to the ring, from the Nordic Land, weighing in at two hundred, and ninety pounds. This…is….THE Einheri!!!!”

[Balthasar pulls down the top rope slightly as his monster steps over, glaring at both friend and foe.]

ID: “And their partner…..”

[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”

[In spite of his Iraqi homeland, Jad has clearly won over many of the fans with his performance in the ring.]

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. More cheers than boos great his arrival. A stark contrast to his debut in the WCWA.]

MJ: “Jad seems to have found a following here.”

SS: “I think that sign says it all.”

[The flash to a teenager at ringside holding a sign that reads ‘Jad is God’, with the God crossed out and ‘Allah’ written in.]

MJ: “Yikes, did we just show Allah on tv?”

SS: “Yes, and they HATE alcohol!”

MJ: “Yeah, well they hate slutty whores, too.”.

[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]

MJ: “Can you feel the love in the ring right now?”

[All three men are glaring suspiciously at each other.]

SS: “There isn’t much love at ringside either, you prick. I’m NOT a slutty whore.”

MJ: “I’m sorry. What kind of whore are you?”

ID: “And their opponents….”

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

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

[They arrive to the ring and lift Jones off their shoulders placing him on the ring apron. Jones rolls over the bottom rope to get in the ring. Ryans walks over towards the ring steps and lets the four short steps keep him from crawling up to the ring, so he rolls up onto the ring apron and tries to roll in. He gets stuck between the bottom rope and the mat.]

MJ: “Get the Crisco. Let’s grease his ass up and get on with this.”

SS: “Are you kidding? He’d probably lick it off as fast as they smeared it on.”

[Dunn has to give him a little push as Jones pulls the strap of his singlet trying to help. Dunn to rolls under the bottom rope, but he doesn’t get stuck. The blubber butts get up off their backs and prepare for their match by trying to do a few toe touches, and this week, they are almost able to reach their knees.]

ID: “And their partner…..he comes to us from North Jersey! Weighing in at an even 300 pounds….the Soultaker!!!!”

[Soultaker is tall and muscular. Long black hair, with intense and frightening eyes. Doesn't show much expression or emotion on his face. To the ring he wears black wrestling pants. The top is a black tank top. On his right leg it says Soultaker in red letters]

MJ: “Soultaker has done it all in his short time here. Singles, tag team, it hasn’t really mattered to him. Kinda like you, hunh?

SS: “and his opponents end each night flat on their backs in a pool of their own piss. Kinda like you.”

MJ: “That was a stretch. Bitter much?”

[Soultaker, while certainly not a fan favorite, has a small contingent chanting ‘Taker, Taker’. He begins a slow walk towards the ring.]

SS: “Wonder where they got that idea?”

MJ: “Yeah, well, unlike some ‘Takers’, Soultaker doesn’t just win in April.”

SS: “You’re such the American badass.””

[Soultaker steps over the ropes and glares at everyone. The referee points for the bell.]

[There is intese discussion between Jad, Young and Einheri as to who will begin the match.]

MJ: “They may have to call in the UN to settle this one.”

[On the other side of the ring, Ryan and Dunn are doing rock, paper scissors for it. Soultaker walks up behind them, grabs them both, and fires them out of the ring.]

SS: ‘No such problems on the other team.”

[Young, seeing that the tubby twosome are not starting out, tries to take get the drop on Soultaker.]

MJ: ‘Appearantly, Young will start out for the Heavyweight Title contenders team. He goes right after Soultaker, firing right hands.”

[Soultaker is backed into the ropes by Young. Young, goes for the whip across, but Soultaker doesn’t budge. Young chops him, then chops him again.]

MJ: “I’m not sure if Young is hurting him, or pissing him off.”

SS: “Given how red Soultaker’s chest is, it’s definitely one or the other.”

MJ: “Young finally able to get Soultaker off the ropes. Irish whip is reversed, but Young comes off the ropes with a cross body block.”

SS: “But he’s caught! Look how easily Soultaker holds Young in the air.”

[Soultaker shifts Young’s weight around to the side, and drops him in a thunderous side slam.]

MJ: “Quick cover here.

One…..

[Young squirms out.]

MJ: “One count only.”

SS: “You know, neither of Young’s partners seemed that interested in coming to his aid.”

[Soultaker stomps right on the hand of Young as he’s trying to get back to his feet.]

MJ: “Soultaker is NOT a pleasant fellow.”

[Soultaker winds the arm. With his leverage, he can inflict some pain with the arm bar. He backs Young into the corner, and tags in Ryans.]

MJ: “This should be interesting. Some not terribly nice things said about Mr. Ryans and Mr. Dunn earlier this week.”

[Ryans, grabs Young by the back of the head, and rubs his face all over his belly. Young FREAKS out!]

MJ: ‘Young looks like he’s just seen a ghost.!”

SS: “Well, Ryans is as pale as a ghost. Paler even!”

[Young quickly makes a tag to Khalid Jad.]

MJ: “It’s going to be Ryans and Jad matching up now. They lock up. Ryans, backing Jad into the corner. Clean break?”

[Ryans belly blasts Jad in the corner.]

SS: “That was dirty….in every sense of the word.”

[Ryans pulls Jad out of the corner. Vicious head butt drops Jad to the mat. Then things went from bad to worse.]

MJ: “Is he covering him?”

SS: “Ick no! He’s rolling on him. He calls that the pancake.”

MJ: “Look at the look on the face of Allen Young! He’s mortified!”

[Ryans drags Jad to his corner and tags his partner Dunn.]

MJ: “Quick tags here, keeping a fresh man in the ring.”

SS: “Who are you kidding? Ryans is exhausted. These two have to work in 40 second shifts, kinda like hockey.”

[Dunn comes in and drapes Jad’s arms over the ropes in the corner. The crowd gets quiet, anticipating the chops.]

MJ: “I’ve heard that Dunn can throw some SERIOUS chops.”

SS: “No, I think that is throw BACK some SEARED chops.”

[Rather than licking his hand a al Trish Stratus, Dunn wipes it down his ample, sweaty gut. Then he unleashes a chop that sounded more like a .22 going off. The crowd response is immediate.]

Crowd: “Wooooooooo!!!!!!!!!”

[Pleased with the response, as well as the bright red mark he left on Jad’s chest, he fires off several more in quick sucession.]

MJ: “I think Dunn is trying to cut Jad in half!”

[Jad falls face first to the canvas. To add injury to insult, Dunn steps right on the center of his back as he walks over him.]

SS: “Jad is in tremendous shape. I hope is kidneys are muscular!”

[Dunn turns around, and drops an anvil like leg down across the back aof Jad’s neck.]

MJ: Dunn in complete control now. He drags Jad back to his feet, making him do all the work.”

[Dunn goes for a clothesline, but Jad ducks.]

MJ: “Jad ducks a clothesline….spinning heel kick connects!”

SS: “Not like Dunn could actually avoid that move or anything.”

MJ: “Jad, following up. Right hands.”

{Dunn fires a desperation right that is ducked. Kick to the midsection by Jad.]

MJ: “Jad on fire now. Hooks in Dunn, snap suplex!!! How he elevated that much weight amazes me.”

SS: “The impact amzes me. That HAD to hurt.”

[Dunn’s partner comes in to make the save.]

MJ: “Kick to the midsection. DDT!!!]

SS: “The Fatbreakers are beached!”

[Jad struggles to his feet and heads for his corner. Dunn does the same. Jad lunges to his corner and makes the tag to The Einheri.]

MJ: “The monster is legal!”

[Dunn tags in Soultaker.]

MJ: “And so is the mystic one! This should be something!”

SS: “the two men are face to face in the ring.”

[The stare each other down….unil Einheri goes down like someone shot him.]

MJ: “Look at that! Allen Young just clipped Einheri! “

SS: “I don’t like how his knee just bent. Einheri could be BADLY hurt.”

[Young leaves the ring and heads up the ramp. Jad tries to come in to help his partners, but is cut off by The Fatbreakers. Soultaker is left alone with the injured Einheri.]

MJ: “The Fatbreakers are all over Khalid Jad. Soultaker is measuring the wounded Einheri as he gets to his feet.”

SS: “This could be it!”

[Soultaker hits Einheri with a devastating side slam.]

MJ: “That’s the final resting!! Cover!

One…..

Two………

Three!!!!!!!!!!”

SS: “This match was basically 4 on 2.”

MJ: “That’s not what will go down in the record books.”