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Bryan Smith: Welcome to My Show
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If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so filthy
So dirty so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
[Now emerging from the curtain is "The Spotlight" Bryan Smith. Smith, he is wearing a pair of baggy blue jean pants, and a black polo shirt on. Across his shoulder is the WCWA Riot Championship. Bryan stops and looks at the championship as he shoots a cocky smile and begins to walk to the ring.]
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
[He gets into the ring and goes over to the turn buckle climbing on top of it. “The Spotlight” raises the championship into the air for a moment and hops down as he signals for a microphone.]
The Spotlight: That’s right “The Spotlight” is here in the West Coast Wrestling Association. In the very first show I show up on, I take a championship and claim glory early on in my time here. So TONIGHT! TONIGHT!
[Bryan exclaims.]
The Spotlight: Tonight… I explain why this is my show and you all shut the hell up and listen.
[Smith smirks as he tosses the championship back onto his shoulder as the arena erupts with a chorus of boo’s.]
The Spotlight: My entire career I show up and I get a championship one way or another… They are either handed to me, I steal them, or I win… Eventually I get sick of lower ranked divisions and lower ranked wrestlers so I decide to lose the championship I have.
[“The Spotlight” clears his throat.]
The Spotlight: Look at what happened when I was in Texas, I walk in and start some shit… I win a championship from somebody that is claimed to be the next biggest OCW wrestler. Following that Joey Average tries to get in my way and I show him who is really mister OCW, and of course it was me. Following that I form a tough stable backed by the general manager of OCW and I win the Heavyweight title. Now I don’t think I have to continue backwards as my resume speaks for itself.
[Bryan looks around the audience who are hanging on to every word Smith says as they stare at him with hate.]
The Spotlight: Vince Webb came to me and asked me to join the WCWA; it was before his big return. Vince knows who I am and what I am capable of doing in and out of this ring and likes the fact that I will do whatever it takes to get what I want out of this business. I’ve done it all and will do it again here in the WCWA, I joined forces with the right people and together we shall dominate WCWA.
[Another chorus of boo’s strike “The Spotlight” Bryan Smith as he stands directly in the middle of the ring. He takes it all in asking the crowed, no begging, no pleading them to get louder.]
The Spotlight: Last week was just a sample of what I am going to do to each and everybody in this place until I get to where I really want to be. I am “The Spotlight” Bryan Smith and this is my damn SHOW!
[Smith drops the microphone and glares into the crowd as they boo him. He smirks at the sound of them yelling, screaming, and telling him they hate him. Finally making his way out of the ring and up the ramp towards the back, but of course showing the championship high in the air one last time before disappearing into the curtains.]
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Michael Morrison: Catching up with old friends
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[The scene goes backstage where the camera follows Michael Morrison down a long corridor. At this point he’s wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and a pair of black sunglasses. He also has a silver chain around his neck. As he walks, he flashes a confident smile and greets the people he passes by. After a few seconds, Michael stops dead in his tracks and the smile turns into a scowl. He takes off the shades and hooks them on his chain. As the camera pans around, there stands Demetrius Burrell. He's wearing his ring gear and has the WCWA Gold Rush Title over his shoulder. He flashes a cocky smirk as the two stare at one another.]
Demetrius Burrell: Well if it isn't big mouth himself.
[Michael looks down at the ground and laughs to himself before looking back up at Demetrius.]
Michael Morrison: You know Demetrius that title looks pretty good on you. It's just a shame that you're too much of a punk to win it fair and square.
[Demetrius smirks]
Demetrius Burrell: Let's be honest here Mikey, you and I both know I am the fucking man and I can win this title without breaking a sweat.
Michael Morrison: Oh is that so? Well it seems to me that the only time I see you out there in the ring is when you and your running pals are attacking someone from behind. You and Wallace must think you're something special, huh? Well I’ll tell you one thing...one of the main reasons I signed on that dotted line here in the WCWA was because of you two and I'll be damned if I'm going to let Team Wallace run rampant. I don't know what the hell happened to you Burrell but you need an attitude adjustment and I'll be more than happy to give it to you.
[Demetrius laughs as he steps closer to Morrison]
Demetrius Burrell: I don't know if I should be flattered or scared. But I'll tell you this kid; I don't have time for you right now. We both know that back in the AWA I made short work of you. You know as well as I do that you’re nothing compared to me. So I am going to do you a favor and let you leave my sight with all your teeth in tact.
[Morrison steps closer to Burrell as they stand nose to nose.]
Michael Morrison: Burrell, you might have others around here running scared but you don't intimidate me. I kicked your ass in AWA and I'll be more than happy to do the same here in WCWA. It might not be now and it might not be tomorrow but mark my words; we will meet in that ring. Watch tape, eat your Wheaties, pump your iron, I don't care what you do because when you hear that bell and you see me standing on the opposite side of the ring, you'll realize that you shouldn't have messed with me. Enjoy your little fun while it lasts pal because it's coming to an end.
[The two walk off in opposite directions as you could cut the tension with a knife. The scene goes back to ringside.]
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TSS: Office
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[Backstage]
[The Sex Symbols]
[The duo’s pissed off after seeing the card for tonight’s WCWA Riot card. Their on the way to the office of one Mr. Mike Sloan to see why there booked.]
THWOOSH!!!!
WHACK!!!!
CRACK!!!!
[Sloan stands up from his desk after his front door strikes the wall.]
“What the…” Sloan blurts out and stops when he sees the duo on the other side.
[The Sex Symbols enter.]
“What’s the meaning of this? What the hell have you all done?” Sloan says with shaken yet powerful force.
[JD Hart with a smile on his face looks into Sloan’s eyes.]
“I think it was said loud enough on the PA system last week that we wouldn’t wrestle another match here on Riot until we had our title match with CHIMERA FT. I know the sound doesn’t really travel all that well around here, but I’m sure you heard that, right?” Hart asks as he continues to smile.
[A smile crosses over Mike Sloan’s face as his eyes tell another story. His teeth are clinched and his eyes ready to pop out of his skull.]
“You dare threaten me. You know what I can do to you? Do you know what kind of career you’ll have out on the streets like 80 Proof if I fire you?” Sloan asks as his cheeks begin to redden.
“Look Sloan, you have Crucial Conflict facing off against CHIMERA FT for the titles and that’s not who the number one contenders are!” Sean pauses. “We’re the number one contenders! You seem to have made a mistake with the bookers tonight!”
[Sloan reaches across his desk and slaps Sean Peters in the face.]
“If you want the Mike Sloan of old then keep this up. If you want the Mike Sloan that likes you then leave and don’t return to my office again until next week. Don’t try and stop me in the hall, nothing. This is still my show and I’m going to have it my way, not yours!” Sloan explodes as his face turns a little read.
[Hart backs up a little and shakes his head no before grabbing Sean and turning around.]
“What the hell got into you? You’ve never acted like that before.” Hart whispers to Peters as they exit the door.
“I don’t know it just felt right.” Sean explains.
“Hey” Sloan hollers.
[The Sex Symbols turn around.]
“Be sure you shut my door and have a nice day.” Sloan says with a smile on his face.
[The Sex Symbols look each other eye to eye and Sean walks up and shuts Mr. Sloan’s door.]
“I wonder what crawled up his butt.” Sean whispers to JD.
“What the…” JD releases with a sigh as he watches Sean walk away from him.
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[The scene opens up backstage, inside the locker room of Peter Lenex. He's wearing his wrestling gear, and has his black trench coat on over top. After a few moments, he stops pacing, and turns his head to look over towards us.]
"You want answers, don't you?
"You want to know why I chose not to show up this week, and why I had my representative David Shouster address my opponent.
"Or maybe you don't. Maybe you could care less about what I have to say, which wouldn't surprise me. To each their own though."
[He pauses and turns all the way around, so that he is now facing us.]
"For the short answer, all of the little occurrences that happened last week and over the past few weeks, have left me with a decision to make. Now, albeit, this federation is not like the UWO I am used to, however, it still has not lived up to my lowered expectations. So, with that said, I will officially be leaving the federation after my match this week.
"But I'm sure some of you saw this coming."
[The scene then fades out as Lenex walks towards, and past, us.]
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MJ: “I’m receiving word that something is going on outside the arena”
SS: “Who got jumped now?”
[The scene shifts outside the arena. The camera is viewing the arena, but slowly swings around 180 degrees until a HUGE plume of dark black smoke is visible. The cameraman begins to walk through the parking lot towards the source. As he draws near, he sees a pile of burning tires, a pig roasting on a spit, and a group of a dozen or so men in lawn chairs….and two men in tuxedos? A voice calls out.]
Voice: “Hot damn! Bob’s here!”
[Jim Beam comes running over to Bob, their old cameraman. Jim has a beer mug in each hand.]
JB: “I can’t believe they didn’t fire you.”
[Bob answers from off camera.]
Bob: “They were going to, but they said they wanted me to suffer.”
JB: “How? Who are you covering now?”
Bob: “TSS.”
[Jim puts his head down and shakes it sadly.]
JB: “Bob, I’m sorry. I didn’t know…..hey! You’re covering us today! Have a beer! Come join the party.”
Bob: “I can’t. My wife will kill me if I come home smelling like beer.”
[Jim laughs]
JB: “You won’t! You’ll come home smelling like burnt Michelin!”
[Jim hands him a beer and heads back to the party.]
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[Symphony of Destruction hits. The G.M walks out.]
“Well.. Well… Well…”
[The fans boo.]
“ I just love it when people decide to use my valuable air time to air their grievances with how I run my show. Lenex, not once did he come to me and tell me what he wanted to do. Not once did he even offer an angle idea or suggest a program for himself… Do I have to tell you people what to do all the time?”
[Sloan smiles.]
“Well fuck him, Freak isn’t here tonight so there is no way he is going to go out with a blaze of glory.”
[The fans boo Sloan.]
“That is, unless he wants to wrestle his match in the dark. 80 Proof is across the road doing their I hate Sloan deal, he can go over there and wrestle those has-beens. Might as well, cause he is and will never be here.”
[Sloan drops the mic and leaves to a chorus of boos.]
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Jane is in her ring attire- a black sports bra, black spandex shorts, a pair of white running shoes, and her brunette hair done up in a simple ponytail. She appears to be in one of the hallways leading from the locker rooms to the main arena. The cheers of fans can be heard and some music blares incoherently through the walls.
“I wanted to take a moment to send out a message to everyone. I don’t like mixing talk with action so it seemed best to do the talking now and focus on the action when I get in the ring to destroy Darin Zion. Some things just don’t go well together and a good portion of the WCWA roster has yet to realize this. Wrestling, trash talking, and steroids- none of these belong on the same list together. But… whatever.”
Jane places her hands on her hips and takes a good, long, hard look into the camera lens.
“I’m here to issue a challenge. A whole series of challenges actually. I’m challenging Alexander Cole Ellington, or ACE, to a re-match. I beat the sludge out of that spoiled brat last time and I’m prepared to do so again. So ACE, if you’re not too frightened, I would be more than happy to finish off what we started at the beginning of the year.
“I’m here to also issue a challenge to Peter Lenex. You ran away with your tail between your legs like a coward rather than go out with some dignity. You and I, we need to get together and sort some stuff out. I’ll meet you in the ring when you’re ready to see a match through to its conclusion. I’ll let my scissors do the talking, little boy.
Jane steps away from the camera a little and her demeanor turns a little more positive, though her expression is still dead serious.
“I want to challenge anyone who wants to aspire toward better things. Anyone who wants to further themselves and this federation. If this applies to someone out there watching this, I encourage that person to seek me out. I’m looking to set up a tag team and I need a partner who is actually serious about this wrestling business, not some prima-Donna or some wannabe poser.
“I’d also like to take this opportunity to challenge the leaders of this federation. I know I’m new here. Pretty soon, though, I’ll be in a position where I deserve a title shot. I expect to get what I deserve. I know having a lady on your all-male roster is a new and different experience. But don’t be tempted to descend into ridiculous chauvinism. The WCWA is prospering and it has a lot of potential to get even better. In order for this to happen, in order for the WCWA to be everything it can be, you have to make sure it remains a meritocracy and not some old boy’s club. If a wrestler has the talent and they prove it to the fans, they deserve to enjoy certain opportunities. There shouldn’t be an extra unwritten pre-requisite to success in this federation which says you must be a male who stands over six feet tall and weighs over 200lbs. I’ve got the talent; I’m just working on proving it to you.”
Jane looks to the side, further down the hallway and off camera. As if deciding that that’s everything she wanted to say for the evening, she turns back to the camera.
“That should be everything for now. I hope all those that I’ve challenged have the guts to come through on what I’ve put to them tonight. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to break Darin Zion like a twig. G’night!”
Jane hurries off the camera, heading toward an alcove in the hallway that leads out to the main arena where the ring is located.
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[The lights flash off, and a smoke begins to fill the arena. A deep, undistinguished voice comes over the arena and speaks angrily.]
“MY GENERATION… IS… NOW!”
[BOOM! Sparks fly as “Becoming the Bull” by Atreyu hits the arena PA System, playing as loud as possible. Darin Zion forcefully pushes the curtains back and stumbles down the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. As he makes it about halfway down, he stops; smiles and smirks, and begins to bow down, almost as if he’s taking it as a compliment as he removes a bottle of beer hidden in his jacket. Zion continues to stumble down the entrance ramp, looking trashed and not ready for action for action. As he walks down the aisle he attempts to slap hands with a few fans; however he misses them completely and continues to weave down the entrance ramp as the crowd boos. Eventually he reaches the ring, looking as if he's not too sure where he is.]
[As Zion stands in the ring, the opening chords of Breaking Benjamin’s “Diary of Jane” come across the sound system as all the screens surrounding the ring display a close-up shot of a diary which is being written by a woman’s hand using an old-fashioned pen. As the song moves into the opening verse and the electric guitars begin blazing across the speakers, Jane steps out from the back and begins walking down the carpet to the ring, waving to the fans and blowing kisses. The monitors flash between displaying Jane’s walk to the ring, clips of her past matches and training sessions, and the clip of a pen scratching out a diary entry. As Jane passes between the ropes to enter the ring, the monitors freeze on an image, taken from the previous Riot, of Jane holding Peter Lenex in a set of body scissors. Jane warms up with a few stretches after she enters the ring and then heads over to her corner, the music fading out but the cheers of the fans not abating.]
[The bell rings as Jane and Darin Zion meet in the center of the ring to clinch up. There is a test of strength which Darin aborts. Taking advantage of Jane's loss of balance, Darin lunges into the woman with an uppercut that sends her staggering backward. Darin follows in to try for a choke slam. But Jane turns her head to the side just in time, creating an empty space between Darin's hand and Jane's throat. Jane secures Darin's lead arm at the elbow, drops down onto her back, and drags Zion down to the ground with her. Once they arrive on the floor of the ring, Jane traps the man's neck between her thighs in a triangle choke. She pours on the pressure, going straight for an early submission.]
[Darin's drunken state, however, dulls the pain and he is able to break free by force of will alone. Zion rises to his feet as Jane back rolls to a safe distance away from her now irritated opponent. The two circle one another briefly before Darin barrels in and successfully tackles Jane to the mats. He unleashes a series of knee stomps before Jane is able to roll to the side and out of the path of the powerful wrestler.]
[Unfazed by Jane's agility, Darin Zion presses the attack. He rushes after her and swings out an arm in an attempt to land a vicious chop. Jane catches the blow with a deft block and sweeps Zion's legs out from under him. Jane builds off of her advantage, sitting down next to Darin on the ground and locking in a brutal side neck scissor. Jane is seen whispering something in Zion's ear tauntingly as the big man struggles in vain to escape the submission hold.]
[As Darin seems to lose a lot of his steam, Jane releases the side neck scissors and pulls Zion up into a kneeling position. She then, to the crowd's excitement, applies a standing head scissor.]
[The match comes to a close as Jane is able to work Darin Zion over to the corner turn-buckle. She props him up against it, then turns her back to her groggy opponent. With a smile, she blows a kiss over her shoulder and slaps her hip. The crowd knows what's coming and they go silent with anticipation. Jane delivers a nasty grind with her Boy Beater, a stink face, as the crowd erupts in cheers. Not finished humiliating her hapless opponent just yet, Jane climbs up the turn-buckle to pose for the crowd before dropping down onto Zion's chest with the Boy Beater Deluxe, a Banzai Drop. She remains seated as the referee gives the three count and hands the victory to Jane.]
Jane wins via pinfall in 7:34.
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[The scene goes backstage where Mr. X is standing by with Michael Morrison, who is getting ready to make his in-ring debut against Soultaker. Michael is now wearing his ring gear and looks ready to go.]
Mr. X: At this time, I’m with a man who is set to make his in-ring debut here in the WCWA in just a few minutes and that man is Michael Morrison. Now Michael, before we talk about your upcoming match, I want to go back to something that happened earlier tonight. You and the self-proclaimed WCWA Gold Rush Champion, Demetrius Burrell, had a few words with one another. Tell me what that was all about!
Michael Morrison: You know Mr. X, Demetrius and myself have history. Back in the AWA, we fought hard over the AWA Arena Championship but more importantly; we had respect for one another. I respected what he accomplished and I believe he felt the same way about me. He was a rising star in this business and I was rooting for him. But somewhere along the way, he let that punk Calib Wallace lead him down that path of no good and now we’re looking at a guy who will do whatever, to whoever, to get what he wants. You know, I used to be just like him before I realized what a worthless piece of puke I really was. Demetrius you’re riding high right now. You and your cronies pretty much have the WCWA by the throat and you have that nice Gold Rush belt around your waist. Well like I told you earlier tonight, you don’t scare me. Calib Wallace doesn’t scare me and neither does Bryan Smith. You guys have taken it upon yourselves to hold this company hostage but guess what, that’s not going to work with me. You see Burrell, I know that I can beat you because I have done it before. So let me say this to whoever wants to listen; book a match between Burrell and myself. I don’t care when and I don’t care where; I want Burrell in that ring. I’m tired of seeing him walk around with a swagger like he’s untouchable because I know he’s not. It’s reality check time for that little punk and believe me, I’m licking my chops right now.
Mr. X: Strong words Michael but before you can take on Burrell, you have to face Soultaker. What are your thoughts?
Michael Morrison: Mr. X I didn’t come here to lose and I certainly didn’t come here to lose my debut match. There are people all over the world who know what I’m about and they know that I have what it takes to win matches and climb the ladder. I’m sure Soultaker is as talented as they come but you know what, he’s not going to beat me. It’s as simple as that.
[Michael walks out of the picture as the scene returns to ringside.]
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MJ: I am looking forward to this next match, because the monster has returned.
SS: Yea, Soultaker has come back from a hiatus of sorts I guess.
MJ: This Morrison comes highly recommended as well.
SS: He has some accolades under his belt, but it's proving time.
The bell sounded, and both competitors were eager to get going. Soultaker's size and strength played a major part in the opening as he was able to get the upper hand on offense quite a bit. A boot to the face played a major role in the opening of this match, as Morrison's head almost needed replacing. A whip to the ropes seemingly revived Morrison as he ducks the big lariat, and bounces off the far side to come back with a flying forearm. A stunned Soultaker would continue to stay on his feet, as Morrison comes off the ropes this time with a short drop kick to the left knee.
MJ: Smart attack sequence by going after the legs.
SS: Someone has been in the dictionary this week, and found a big word they can pronounce.
Morrison's technical prowess came into play well during the mid point of this match. Arm drags were utilized against Soultaker's momentum to take the monster off his feet. A step over toe hold would come in useful for Morrison, until a roll up for a count.
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KICKOUT!
Soultaker showing why he was a threat to the Gold Rush title as out of nowhere he executed that cradle. Morrison with a kick to the side that has no effect. Soultaker shaking it off, and catches Morrison as he attempted a cross body block. A side walk slam would cause a tremor in the ring from the forcefulness of it's execution. Morrison would be pulled to his feet, and avoids an over hand chop to the head, by applying an armbar. The arm bar would be countered by Soultaker with an elbow to the face. Following up with a whip to the corner and a body splash.
The fans would begin screaming as it looks as if a choke slam was in the works for Morrison. Soultaker's hand wrapped around Morrison's neck like a vice and then.
The ref calls for the bell.
SS: Retribution!
MJ: I'll say.
Down the ramp the WCWA Champ had come, and entered the ring. A low blow to Soultaker would cripple the big man. A smile on the champs face would show that he was simply returning one of many favors he owed Soultaker from last year.
ID: Winner of the match via DQ! Soultaker.
Morrison seemed to have no fault with Hanson as the Champ made his way to the back grinning from ear to ear.
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[Calib Wallace is walking backstage all confident, we have all seen it for weeks now. He turns a corner and suddenly gets kicked in the balls. He looks up and sees Noah Hanson standing there with a shit eating grin on his face. Wallace falls to the ground in pain as he covers his jewels.]
Noah: I figured I owed you one for all the crap you did to me.
[Noah kicks him in the guts.]
Noah: Give that one to your buddy Burrell when you see he tell him Wrestling Midwest says “hello”.
[Wallace is now writhing in pain as Noah starts to walk away but stops and turns around and comes back and kicks Wallace in the nuts a second time.]
Noah: Give that one to your punk bitch Bryan Smith, call that an introduction to WCWA…
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Sean Peters and Mecca Arrington started off the match, the height and weight advantage goes to the taller Arrington. They lock up and Arrington puts a knee into Peters’ gut, slams his forearm down on his back and hits him with a lariat as his head pops up. Arrington picks up Peters only to get a fist to the stomach. Arrington doubles over and Peters hits him in the chin with a european uppercut. Arrington tags in Ryan Adams as he nurses his jaw.
Adams gets in, Peters tries to punch, Adams blocks it, fires a fist into the head of Peters and hits as standing dropkick. Peters goes down to the mat and quickly crawls over to his corner tagging in JD Hart. Hart leaps over the top rope and into the ring.
The evenly matched Adams and Hart lock up with Hart getting the better of Adams. He puts him in a side headlock, hammerlock, takes him down with a double leg trip, and locks on a front chancery. Adams makes Hart stand up and fires a few fists to his gut. Adams gets ready to hit a northern lights suplex on Hart, but Peters comes in and pulls Hart’s feet back to the mat and he’s back on the apron.
Arrington comes in mad at the referee not doing anything about Peters’ interference. The referee goes over and keeps him from entering. Peters jumps back in and attacks Adams. They set Adams up for the Promise Land. They hit it. Peters runs over and hits Arrington with a flying forearm knocking him off the apron. The referee makes the count.
Winners: The Sex Symbols!
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[Fade in.]
[It's moments before their debut match. The three members of the Lincoln Park Mafia -- or LPM, for those with short attention spans -- are seen sitting around a wooden table, engaged in a rather loud discussion. The cameraman moves in closer, causing all three men to cease in their argument, to look up at the camera.]
Styles: What the fuck? What do you want?
[Naturally, the cameraman doesn't reply. But the camera does focus closely on Josh Styles' angry expression.]
Black: Relax, Josh.
Styles: Relax? We're havin' a team meeting, and this...
[He points a finger at the camera.]
Styles: ...idiot comes in here unannounced and unasked.
Black: It's part of the business. You know this.
Styles: Whatever. Fine. Then let's get this shit squared away in front of the entire world.
[Ignoring the camera as best as they can, the three men - Josh Styles, Sebastian Black, and Tyler Gunn -- resume their heated argument.]
Gunn: Me and Sebastian can wrestle the majority of the match against Team Wallace. You watch our backs, and come in for the win at the end.
Styles: Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? You haven't wrestled in years. Me and Sebastian give us the best shot of winnin' the match.
[The two men continue to argue back and forth, both tossing about reasons why they'd be more suited than the other guy to participate in the match. To his credit, the cameraman is able to move the camera back and forth between the pair, without making the entire television audience dizzy.]
[Finally, as Styles and Gunn appear ready to come to blows, Black stands up from the table, and yells in a commanding voice.]
Black: Enough!
[Both men stop arguing immediately and look at him.]
Black: Since you two can't seem to come to a consensus about this, how about I make the decision for the team?
[Styles and Gunn exchange glares, but both nod at the idea.]
Styles: Fine with me.
Gunn: Me, too.
[Black takes a deep breath, then sits back down again.]
Black: I think it would be best if Tyler...
Styles: What?! No fuckin'...
Black: ...and Josh carry the bulk of the load for us tonight.
[Both men look at him as if he'd just proclaimed himself the king of America.]
Gunn: You're gonna play mop up?
[Black looks at him square in the eye, shaking his head.]
Black: Yes.
Gunn: Why?
Styles: Look, Sebastian. If it's because me and Tyler are havin' a disagreement...
[Black holds up a hand to forestall any further comment.]
Black: It's not. I think that, with all things being considered, you two give us our best chance. I'll do my part, then Team Wallace is worn down and ready to be put away. But you guys have to get us to that point.
[Styles and Gunn look at each other. They nod.]
Gunn: Works for me.
Styles: Yeah, me too.
[Black shows a rare smile.]
Black: Then it's settled. You guys better get ready for the match. Good luck. I know you'll do the LPM proud. And don't worry. I'll be there to back you guys up if you need it.
[The two members of the LPM get up from their seats, and head to their stalls, to get changed for the match. As they pass, each man taps Black on the shoulder, with him returning the gestures with nods.]
[Black rises from his chair, and makes his way to his own stall. Grabbing his black duffel bag, he unzips it and pulls out a small plastic container. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure Styles and Gunn aren't in sight, he pops open the lid, and drops a small pill into his open palm.]
[Fade out.]
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[The camera scans the guests in attendance. WFWA legends Hunter Simms, Logan Cain, John Katz, Travis Rocker, plus 4 real old timers sitting around the spit, tossing back beers and telling old stories. Those 10 guys all looked the part. And then there were the two guys in tuxes. Bob walk over to them with the camera and asks from off camera.]
Bob: “I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize you gentlemen. And the way you are dressed, does stick out a little. May I ask who you are?”
[The taller man, an older gent, clearly a man of distinction, begins to answer.]
man: “Dear sir, you will have to excuse us. The last time we were at a function together, we were dressed like cads. We behaved like savages that night, and it is us who should beg your pardon.”
[Bob, clearly confused, says nothing.]
man: “A pox upon me for my lack of manners. Please, won’t you join us in a glass of Champagne?”
[Bob, still confused, takes the glass.]
man: “A toast, to my good friend Bob, and his beautiful wife. Here, have a dash of this caviar before you depart and she will not detect a hint of ambrosia on your person.
[The second man, a shorter Latin man speaks.]
man 2: “Edward, the time is nearly 8. I fear if we do not depart before the hour, we will not make it to our destination in time.”
[The first man sighs.]
man 1: “Mr. Demonio, you are correct as always. It would not be becoming of us to show up late for our own fundraiser.”
[The second man replies.]
man 2: “The homeless and downtrodden need us.”
[The first man nods.]
man 1: “Indeed they do sir. Come, let us find our hosts and thank them for a wonderful evening. You know….it was wonderful seeing our former AU brethren again.”
[Bob follows the two men as they say farewell to Jim and then to Jack. They quickly walk out to their waiting limo. After they drive away, Bob pans back to Jim and Jack. They are both smiling. Jack answers.]
JD: “Your guess is as good as mine!”
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(Cynthia Smith walks into the crowd and finds one of WCWA’s newest members Shawn Craven sitting watching the show. She sits down next to him.)
Smith: So Shawn how are you liking the show tonight?
Craven: It is really good, I am looking forward to being a part of it soon.
Smith: So what brings you to the WcWA?
Craven: I think like everyone I want to prove myself and win gold. The WcWA is the place to be right now if you want to get noticed and there is a lot of top talent here.
Smith: Anyone here you want to face more then the others?
Craven: I can’t say there is anyone who stands out to me they all are very talented and I look forward to facing them all.
Smith: Well thank you for you time.
Craven: Not a problem.
(Smith leaves and the camera go back to the ring)
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[We Takin Over fills the arena as we see Calib Wallace, Demetrius Burrell, and Bryan Smith all walking side by side to the ring.]
MJ: Looks like Team Wallace is a man stronger tonight in this six man tag.
SS: You can add on whoever you want, but Wallace still is the man to beat by Noah Hanson's standards, because he wont stop coming.
[They get into the ring and just gloat, waiting for the other team.]
[With that, Fight Music pounds over the arena, as Josh Styles, Tyler Gunn, and Sebastian Black make their way down now, to a bit of a happier reception.]
MJ: These are the guys to beat in my eyes in the tag division. They can and will do what they want, to make sure they are the next Tag Champs around here.
SS: Stiff competition in our house Mario.
MJ: If anybody can shake up the foundation, it's the Lincoln Park Mafia.
[The three get into the ring now, with Styles, just smirking to Wallace, who tells his boys to leave, and that he wants him all to himself. Styles agrees as Black and Gunn exit as well.]
DING DING DING!
[The bell sounds with Josh Styles and Calib Wallace, ready to tie up. Wallace though pulls back, and begins to banter Styles about Summer Games, and how things were a fluke. Styles laughs which causes Wallace to flip. He charges and Styles side steps, tossing Wallace over the top. Calib crashes to the floor, and begins to flip out, yelling at the official for no reason.]
MJ: That's twice Mr. Styles has eliminated Calib Wallace.
SS: I'm sure he's not too happy about that one!
[Styles just shrugs and smirks to Calib, who charges back in. Styles though cuts him off with a arm drag, as the LPM begin to work the offense on Wallace.]
SS: The three are taking Calib Wallace out, and fast!
[Between the three of them, a vast variety of moves are done, and quick. Calib being semi fresh, is able to get out of them, but continues to be broken down a peg. Gunn now comes in and begins to work down Wallace. Before he can get too much in on him, a low blow catches him off guard, followed by a tights pull, planting him face first into the middle buckle. Wallace reaches up and tags in Burrell, who begins to dismantle Tyler Gunn.]
SS: He's just sizing him up at this point.
[Burrell lands a few hard kicks and elbows, before bringing in Smith, to continue the heat on Gunn.]
MJ: This one is now going the way of Team Wallace. Gunn is going to have to tag out to one of the stronger members of the team in my eyes to handle the trio.
[Gunn finally connects with a double clothesline on Wallace. Calib gets to his corner first, and pulls the ref down, complaining that his kick pad is crooked. Gunn takes in Black who charges, but Calib rolls out, causing the ref to look up, and push Black out. The fans now upset, as Smith charges in and drops a elbow on Gunn, pulling him back to the corner.]
MJ: Nice work by Team Wallace.
SS: C'mon, Sebastian Black is legal, why won't the ref do his job.
MJ: He was, Calib need help.
SS: Whatever.
[As the heat continues, Gunn finally plants a huge hay maker on Bryan Smith's jaw, dropping him like a fly. Smith crawls over and tags in Wallace, who enters with his usual swagger. He looks up, to notice that he wasn't the only tag made.]
SS: And Gunn made the tag!
MJ: Uh oh.
[In comes Josh Styles, who begins to clean house. He takes down Wallace with two clotheslines, then connects one for the other two members who charge in. At this point, Black comes in now, and Gunn slowly gets up, as all six are in, and all hell is breaking loose! Wallace evades into a corner, as Burrell tosses Gunn to the canvas, landing the Dead End. Smith and Black now both brawl, going outside, continuing the fight. Burrell now is on all fours, talking smack to Gunn, when he's suddenly flattened by Josh Styles.]
SS: FROG SPLASH TO BURRELL!!!
[Styles begins to do a bit of jaw jacking of his own now to Burrell. He turns around and is planted with a huge palm strike to the jaw. He staggers for a moment, before dropping to one knee.]
MJ: His turn!
[Without any hesitation, Wallace charges, and steps up on his knee, planting a knee of his own into the mush of Josh Styles.]
SS: SHINING WIZARD!!!
1.....
2.....
MJ: NO!
[Before the ref can land three, we see Noah Hanson, pull Wallace outside, and begin to pummel him with lefts and rights! Smith comes to help, but Justice is also there and he levels Smith with a boot to the midsection. Burrell, suddenly flies into the mix from the corner, taking out the other odd man out, Michael Morrison, who is also ringside.]
SS: Somebody take control of this.
MJ: Well look at the ref, he sure is, he's going nuts yelling at the six men.
[The six continue to brawl, moving half way up the ramp now. The bell rings, with the ref waiving his hands like crazy, as they now brawl to the back, and are out of sight. Styles and Black help Gunn to his feet now, as they just shrug off the commotion.]
MJ: Looks like this is a easy one for LPM.
SS: Hell I'd take a count out victory any day.
[They raise their arms in the air, but the ref pulls them down. They look confused, as the ref yells to them, “NO COUNT OUT! DQ!”]
MJ: WHAT!
SS: Hey they shouldn't have came out to fight Team Wallace.
MJ: Incredible, I've seen everything now.
[LPM are livid, as it's announce not the way they had planned on it, or had seemed as well.]
Team Wallace wins via DQ at 14:15.
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[The camera opens on Jim. He doesn’t exactly look serious, but at least he put one of his beers down.]
JB: “I just wanted to thank everyone who came out tonight, and the guys who came out early this afternoon. You know, we had a lot of good friends in this locker-room, and even some guys we weren’t buddy-buddy with, we had a lot of respect for. Einheri, Soultaker, Hanson and Easton….the guys who’s blood and sweat built this place. Newcomers who have come in and helped to make the company great like Justice, Kawada and Roadkill.. We miss the boys, and hope that Sloan will come to his senses and give us what we want, sooner rather than later.
[Jack joins Jim, and he also is down to single fisting.]
JD: “You know, it’s hard to get all these guys together anymore. No matter how many tires we burn, how many pigs we roast….hell, even how many kegs we get, someone has something going on that they can’t make it. Yet we’re ALL here tonight. You know why?”
JB: “We mentioned the name Mike Sloan , and everyone was in. Sloan, you have made enemies upon enemies over the years. Yeah, you screwed us back in BWA. Yeah, you screwed us here in WCWA. But you know what? It ain’t even about that.
JD: “Your entire career has been a slap in the face to all of us who have dedicated our lives to the business. Whether it’s us, whether it’s the guys over there from the BWA, or those fossils over there in the lawn chairs.
[One of them yells out.]
man: “Fossils my ass! At least we never put a beer down to talk on camera.”
[Jim yells back]
JB: “Hell, you won’t remember this tomorrow anyway. And don’t go blaming the alcohol!”
[All of the men laugh.]
JD: “Sloan, we’re all here because of what you’ve done to the business we love. The business that has given us our livelihoods. It’s a business that it’s time for you to leave.”
JB: “I know you’re sitting in your office, trying to think of a way to get us. Don’t even think about it. You couldn’t put together a team of guys willing to come out here and take a beating for you.”
[One of the older gents yells out again.]
man: “If you’re feeling froggy son, leap!”
JD: “Sloan, you can end all of this anytime you want. If you don’t, we will make your life a living hell. For now, we’re content to be outside the arena.”
JB: “Next time, you might not be so lucky.”
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DJ came out he looked like he was ready for a fight. He waited in the ring for Noah. "Breakstuff" blared and Noah made his way to the ring with Monica and Karen. He climbed into the ring and demanded a mic before the match started.
"DJ, this is your last chance to walk away and there will be no regrets. Hell, i still want to treat you to a few rounds of beers and billiards, but to be honest it'll be hard to do when my foot is in yer ass."
And with that DJ got heated and got in Noah's face, shoving the champion angrily. Noah smiled confidently and handed his title and shades to Monica and rushed the ladies from the ring. DJ rushed Noah who sidestepped him and then nailed a drop toe hold and then a hip toss. DJ again rushed Noah and Noah dropped down and then on the way back DJ attempted a leap frog except Noah grabbed him and nailed an reverse atomic drop and then a hard clothesline that dropped DJ. Noah quickly moved in for a pin but only got a two count. DJ got the upper hand with rake of the eyes and then a back body drop and a dropkick that got him a two count.
The match went back and forth as Noah seemed a bit hesitant to really open things up against DJ and it actually gave DJ a few openings, but Noah has been doing this for far to long to fall victim to such shenanigans. DJ had a sharpshooter applied but Noah with his lovely ladies were able to distract the ref and Noah was able to reach the ropes with Karen's aid.
Midway through the match Noah regained the advantage with a tilt a whirl backbreaker and russian legsweep. Noah with a top rope legdrop that got a near fall but again DJ kicked out. Noah sent DJ into the ropes but DJ hit a spinning heel kick. DJ did a ridiculous five knuckle shuffle and then went to the top for "I learned it from my daddy" (moonsault) but Noah had it well scouted and lifted his legs and DJ took all the impact. From there it was pretty elementary and Noah hit the "Summer Blockbuster" (vertibreaker) and then climbed to the top for the "Ladykiller" but jumped down and settled for a simple cover and a three count.
Winner: Noah Hanson via pinfall @ 8:44
After the match Noah grabbed two cans of beer from a ringside vendor (and paid for them when he pulled a 10 spot from his trunks) and proceeded to give one to DJ. Noah toasted DJ before he left the ring.
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Introducing first CHIMERA FT: Featuring Curtis Penn and Parker Smith. The two make their way towards the ring wearing their now infamous Yellow and Black trunks. They make their way down the ramp to mixed reactions of cheers and beer cups being hurled in their direction. Penn takes notice of the hate, Parker notices the love, Penn throws back at them an asshole of a smile, while Parker waves graciously to the fans that love their work. In the ring the ref checks their titles, holding them in his hands.
“And Justice for all” by Metallica blares over the PA system as smoke engulfs the entrance. Two shadows appear in the smoke as it lift. RKB & Shinjero Kawada walk 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.
The ref allows them to check the titles, he holds them high for all to see, and they make the motion to call the belts theirs. Curtis brushes his shoulders off as to say,” fuck off.”
Penn and Kawada start the match, Penn notices the size difference and the speed of which the 6’6 guy moves, he dives at his legs, executing a single leg trap and take down. He quickly makes his mount and starts to pushes the face of Kawada. Kawada had enough and forces Penn off of him by almost flexing his body. The crowd roars at the strength of Kawada and Penn looks on as he watches the big make get up. Kawada rushes Penn, in an almost veteran type of timing he sides steps Kawada sending him into the ropes. Kawada rebounds and tries to tear the head off Penn of with a vicious clothes line. Penn is reeling, laying on the ground, holding his head. Kawada makes a quick cover.
The ref makes a two count when Penn breaks the pin. Kawada raises to his knees and Penn quickly punches him square in the nose. The ref breaks the two up from rolling around on the mat scuffling for a solid minute. This gives each the time to tag in their partner.
Clearly Crucial Conflict are the big men in the match, but no one could tell by the way Parker Smith and Penn went about fighting off their giant adversaries. For a good ten solid minutes they traded punches, suplexes, and an assortment of different covers.
Crucial Conflict used their size to their advantage, giving CHIMERA power move after power move until it looked like it was all said and done for CHIMERA. There is something to say about the heart of CHIMERA by not giving in and allowing the big men to break their spirits while trying to break their backs.
The turning point came when Bob planted Parker in the mat with a big Jackknife power bomb. Penn rushed into the match breaking up the pin. Kawada quickly joined the fray, planting a stiff kick to the face of Penn. Penn falls out unconscious. Parker notices Kawada left his foot planted from the kick and traps his heel, locking in a hellish hell hook. He wrenches the knee and ankle of Kawada almost forcing him to tap when Bob drops Penn off his shoulder, he was going for another Power bomb, and stomps Parker on the head.
Penn wakes up and notices Bob stomping on Parker and jumps into the arms of the gigantic, 7’2, monster. Parker hasn’t relinquished his hold yet and Kawada still hasn’t tapped. Penn in now in the bear hug of Bob’s and trying to fight off the pain.
Penn manages to get his arms free from the big man’s hold and wraps his arms around the big man’s head, securing a Guillotine Choke. Moments after applying the hold the Bob falls face down on the mat, on the top of Curtis. The ref was looking on, awe struck, watching Penn not relinquish the choke hold and Kawada not tapping from the heel hook. He went over to test the hand of Bob, who by now was turning red.
One… Arm Dropped….
The crowd started to get into it, wondering rather or not Kawada was going to tap first. Kawada not giving up finally managed to roll onto his back, giving him enough separation and relief on his joints to kick Parker off. The two make it back to standing position and Parker attempts to take down Kawada. Kawada side steps Parker, launching Parker into the ref stopping the count.
Parker stands up only to be picked up and put into a Northern Lights Suplex, with bridge. The ref wakes back up. He runs over to check on Bob, by this time Penn has the hold locked in and Bob is out cold and Parker is pinned.
He raises the Bob’s hand… One … Two.. Three. At the same time slapping the mat one… two .. Three.
The ref calls the match.
Winner: A draw @ 15 mins and 43 seconds. Still WCWA Tag Champions CHIMERA FT.
Penn stands up and delivers a Mafia kick to the head of Kawada, breaking the pin on Parker. The two roll out of the ring, walking up the ramp backwards. They make it up to the top of the ramp, holding each other up as Kawada and the ref wake Bob up.
They turn around and are leveled with two chair shots from TSS!
“ Next week, Bitch, we want our title Shots!”
Peters drops the mic and the chairs on top of CHIMERA.
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[The scene opens with a close-up of a skull. Yes, a real human skull….with a tattered bandana tied around it. As the camera fades out, Logan Cain and Hunter Simms are sitting on either side of John Katz. All three are looking at the skull.]
Logan Cain: “Dude, why in the hell are you still carrying that stupid skull around with you. You’re in your 30’s now….”
John Katz: “I am quite aware of my age. ‘that stupid skull’, as you put it, will be performing with me in an off Broadway performance of Hamlet in the spring.”
LC: “Must be WAY off Broadway…”
Hunter Simms: “John, even if that is the case, why the BWA bandana. Those were good times, but the BWA closed down for good 5 years ago. Besides, that thing reeks of beer and it is drawing flies.”
[A man in a fine tailored suit walks up behind them and leans into their conversation.]
man: “Who says the BWA is dead???”
[The man pats them on the shoulder and walks away. Very confused looks are left on their faces. As he walks away, Jim sees him and calls to him.]
JB: “Mr. Rayner, I think we have the answer you came here looking for.”
[Jim, Jack and this Mr. Rayner walk away together as the camera fades out.]
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"I know you all didn't think that was it!"
They thought the show was over. They all believed that this was the finale. What would it be without me?
"Just a few minutes of your time."
Now everyone wants to know what's on my mind.
"Mike Sloan!"
Yea, he's the GM, but I think they have forgotten who owns this place.
"You have taken it upon yourself to do somethings that I would not have done."
Everyone's curious.
"Like firing 80 Proof!"
The fans are eating this up. They love those drunk bastards.
"Out of all the things you have done, that may be the one that just does not sit well with me."
At least these people are happy.
"So let's say we get together and talk about this decision my General Manager has made without my consent."
"Shall we say next show."
I turn to hand the mic off and pause.
"You don't have a choice in the matter."
"Where your best dress."
One more parting thought to boggle the mind.
"There is a new team that has impressed me."
"This East Coast Connection!"
"Reminds me of some fellas I know."
Now confusion abounds in their minds.
"We shall have conversations in the near future."
The mic is handed off and I exit. Everyone is wondering what I have up my sleeve. My arm! With that, now the show is over.
Peter Lenex: Can we get an explanation
80 Proof: Welcome
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PETER LENEX v TFH
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Jane: Issuing A Challenge
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JANE V DARIN ZION
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Michael Morrison: Chatting with Mr. X
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Michael Morrison v SoulTaker
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Noah Hanson: A kick in the nuts
TSS V ECC
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LPM: We talk, you listen.
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80 Proof: A common Bond
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Shawn Craven: Introduction
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TEAM WALLACE v LPM
80Proof- Buddy-Buddy
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Daniel Joseph v Noah Hanson©
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WCWA TAG TEAM Main Event: CHIMERA FT © v Crucial Conflict
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80 Proof: Ghosts of the Past
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Vince Webb: You Thought The Show Was Over
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