# BOOM

# Let's get CRUNK!

# CRUNK!

# BOOM BOOM

# Let's Get CRUNK!

# Gettin' crunk is what we do

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

# Fighting and scufflin'

# Body slammin' and face bustin'

# Just to make the crowd say YAY YAY!

# Dats how we get CRUNK in WCWA.

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

# Every wrestler doing their best.

# To make the grade and pass the test.

# To reach the highest grade.

# Da Heavyweight title of the WCWA.

# BOOM

# BOOM BOOM

# Cause

# We Get Crunk

# In Cali Forn i a

# Not for the gangsta's

# But for the WCWA

# Spending my water bill money

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

# I've just got to be there

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

# Slappin da mat

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

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

# GETTIN' CRUNK

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

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

Together: We be gettin' CRUNK .

[“The Unforgiven” by Metallica plays over the PA system and Soultaker walks out to a mixed reaction, more boos then cheers though. Soultaker ignores it as he walks down and enters the ring.]

Soultaker: I have come out here tonight for two reasons. The first of which is the heavyweight title situation here in WCWA. I have no idea what Vince is going to do about this, but I tell you this, what ever it is it better involve me. I am the most deserving man on this roster. The most worthy of the title. I beat the former WWA champion Mike Sloan last Riot.

[Boos from the crowd at the mention of Sloan]

Soultaker: I pushed the current champion Khalid Jad to the limit

[The crowd cheers the mention of the WWA champion]

Soultaker: Yea whatever. The point is looking up and down the roster there is no man more deserving then me. So Vince make sure you make your decision wisely, or you are going to have an angry monster running lose here.

[The crowd boos Soultaker now]

Soultaker: Now onto other matters, another indication that I am most worthy to be the next champion, I have been chosen to represent WCWA at International Wars against representatives from other alliance federations. UTA’s Julian Fiasco. ACW’s Rob DiPietro. And HRW’s Corbra.

[HISSSSSSSSSSSS… Soultaker looks around as he hears a loud hiss. There is nothing in sight, but Soultaker is a little confused.]

Soultaker: The point is I am going to show by beating these men, that WCWA stands supreme, and I am one of the men that stands atop WCWA.

[Soultaker feels something against his leg, he looks down to see a large cobra which causes him to jump. The cobra hisses at the sudden movement, and Soultaker quickly exits the ring and walks up the ramp as the cobra is in the center of the ring.]

SS: Where in the hell did that snake come from?

MJ: I don’t know, but I need some more snake oil and he’s just ripe for the pickings.

SS: He might pick you to be ripe for the pickings. Go on up there and get bitten for me.

ID: Ladies and Gentlemen. Our first contest for the night is a singles match up.

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, making his way to the ring.

[An opening guitar riff pierces the arena. The lights go out. One gold spotlight shines down from above. Then a second, and finally a third form a Golden Triange. As the voice of James Hettfield opens up, the three lights move towards a common point.]

I look at you, then you me
Hungry and thirsty are we
Holding the lion's share
Holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be

[As the three lights meet, a golden pyro blast accompanies the chorus of the song. On the large screen overhead, a large book has landed. It falls open. The left page reads, "The Textbook – Entrance Chapter"]
Better than you
Better than you [Jason]
Better than you
Better than you [Jason]

[As the smoke clears, Tony Brooks is standing in the triple spotlight. He stands defiantly facing the ring, arms crossed over his t-shirt which reads "Book-Mark".]
I look at you, then you me
Hungry and thirsty are we
Holding the lion's share
Holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be

RA: "From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He weighs in at 236 pounds...."
Better than you
Better than you [Jason]
Better than you
Better than you [Jason]

RA: "This is "Textbook" Tony Brooks!!!

[Brooks strides towards the ring like a man with one sole focus. A mixed reaction from the fans, many of whom remember him from his OCW days.]
Oh, can't stop this train from rollin'
Oh, you can't take it down
No, never stop this locomotion, no, no, no, no, no,
no,
No, you can't bring it down 'cause I'm

[Brooks steps through the ropes and discards his "Simply Textbook" t-shirt. He is in flawless shape, as usual. His gold wrestling pants are different tonight. Down the left leg reads, "City of Champions." Down the right it reads, "Steel City Dojo". The same black boots are laced tight for action. He resumes his pose and stares back up the ramp, daring his opponent to enter.]
Better Than You
Better Than You [Jason]
Better Than You
Better Than You [Jason]
Oooh Better Than You
Better Than You [Jason]
Better Than You
Better Than You [Jason]
Much Better Than You

ID: And his opponent is…..

[Gilmour comes charging out to the ring and slides under the ropes. He hopes on the turnbuckles and flips off the fans and then turns and prepares for the match.]

FANS: You tapped out…..You tapped out!

SS: The fans are ragging Gilmour.

DING

MJ: This should be a good match. Gilmour has been improving since coming to WCWA and Brooks has always been a great competitor.

SS: He’s showing it already as he and Gilmour lock up and Brooks with a full arm drag and twists and he floats over and turns it into a submission wristlock move.

MJ: Even my drunk ass knows that’s why they call him Textbook. The man is a great technical wrestler. Gilmour twisting under and turning the wristlock into a hammer lock on Brooks.

SS: Gilmour is showing some skills himself tonight. He’s more of an extremist, but he’s adapting well to having to face these technical wrestlers.

MJ: Brooks maneuvering and hip tossing Gilmour and he follows up quickly with a head lock on Gilmour. Brook wrenching that head lock and then taking his knuckles and rubbing them into the skull of Gilmour.

SS: Gilmour ain’t happy about that.

MJ: Ha ha! Happy Gilmour………I need a shot after that one.

SS: You need a shot after all of them. You need to go to rehab.

MJ: I did, but when I stood up and told them I was an alcoholic, I took a drink to give them a visual aid and they kicked me out.

SS: DAMN!

MJ: Tell me about it……Gilmour getting to his feet and he shoves Brooks to the ropes. Gilmour following Brooks in and nails him in the small of the back with a fore arm shot. Brooks leans back and Gilmour hooks his head and executes an inverted DDT.

SS: I told Gilmour is catching on. Gilmour goes and bounces off the ropes and hits a knee drop across the head of Brooks. Gilmour goes for a cover.

MJ: Brooks kicks out at one. Gilmour takes his fore arm and rubs it across the face of Tony Brooks and rakes his eyes. Gilmour pulls Tony to his feet and goes for an irish whip. Brooks reverses the whip and sends Gilmour to the ropes.

SS: Brooks catches Gilmour coming off the ropes with an under arm choke suplex and plants in text book style. He pulls Gilmour to his feet quickly and nails a righteous snap suplex. Brooks with a front face lock as he tries to cut off the oxygen supply of Gilmour.

MJ: Gilmour gasping as he gets to one knee and twist out of the face lock and puts Brooks into an arm bar. Brooks reverses and applies and arm bar of his own. Gilmour reverses and applies an arm bar and slips in a hip toss and goes for a cover.

SS: Brooks kicks out and he’s surprised at the skills of Gilmour here tonight. Both men lock up and Brooks with European uppercuts that rock Gilmour. Brooks with a whip to the corner and he follows Gilmour in and nails a clothesline in the corner.

MJ: Brooks with another whip on Gilmour, no, Gilmour reverses and whips Brooks to the corner. Brooks comes out of the corner and both me clothesline each other. That was unexpected I would say.

SS: Gilmour is moving pretty slow, as is Brooks as they both attempt to get to one knee. A left lands from Gilmour. Brooks fires back with a right. Both men are trying to stand as they pummel each other with lefts and rights, until Brooks ducks and nails Gilmour with a side walk slam.

MJ: Brooks up and he’s stomping away at the ankle of Gilmour. This could mean that this is the body part of the week. You know he executes a different submission hold every week.

SS: And here he goes, as Brooks applies a spinning toe hold on Gilmour. Gilmour is screaming and trying to reach the ropes at the same time. Ashley is screaming for him to make it to the ropes. Gilmour is almost there…….He’s almost there……….

MJ: Pete Gilmour makes it to the ropes and Brooks breaks the hold. Brooks doesn’t give him any breathing room though as he drags Gilmour away from the ropes and applies a figure four leg lock.

SS: Brooks is now focused on the legs of Gilmour and this could be the beginning of the end. Gilmour is trying to reverse the hold as he leans and you can see the pain written all over his face. Gilmour almost has it and he turns the figure four on Brooks and this immediately makes Brooks release it.

MJ: Yea, but the damage has been done to Gilmour. Look he can barely stand. Brooks is slowly inching his way over to Gilmour. Brooks turns Gilmour and kicks him in the mid section and nails him with a double under hook suplex.

SS: Brooks pulls Gilmour to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Gilmour comes off the ropes and Brooks ducks down and hot shots Gilmour off the top rope. Brooks doesn’t go for a cover, but he locks on an ankle lock.

MJ: Not just that, but he has it on Gilmour in the center of the ring. There’s no ropes to grab and Gilmour is in a great deal of pain. Brooks is screaming to him to tap, but Gilmour is shaking his head no. The ref asks Gilmour if he wants to give up and Gilmour tell him no.

SS: Gilmour seems to be going out. The ref checks his arm.

MJ: Pete is a tough guy, and he’s not wanting these fans to keep screaming you tapped at him.

SS: He better do something quick.

MJ: Ashley comes into the ring and gets behind Brooks and kicks him in the groin. The ref rings the bell and calls for a DQ on Gilmour. Ashley didn’t want her man to get counted out for this match, so she got him disqualified in stead.

ID: The winner of this match as result of a disqualification……”Textbook” Tony Brooks!

MJ: This was one hell of a match to. Damn you Ashley.

SS: Damn her, for what? She did what any good valet would do. She cheated!

[Vino’s music blast as the WCWA owner comes out to the entrance ramp. He has mic in hand and he’s grinning from ear to ear.]

Vino: WCWA

[Fans are cheering so loud you can’t anything else.]

Vino: We just witnessed a great match and that’s what makes us stand out from the rest. We have a solid roster of talent that I would put up against anyone.

With that I need to say this.

[Pausing as he looks at a piece of paper]

Vino: There are few people on the WCWA roster that have not been worth the money it took to get them here. So for their troubles I have this to say.

Shawn Arrows

J C Hawke

JJ “3J” Jarone

Your asses are gone from the WCWA roster. Get your stuff and go find a toxic waste dump to play in.

[Fans are cheering even louder.]

MJ: He’s right, they have missed card after card.

SS: Shut up before he fires you for drinking while on the job.

Vino: Most of you fans and the WCWA talent want to know what Vino is gonna do about the WCWA Heavyweight title situation.

[A chorus of cheers and chants for Jad.]

Vino: Well one man is set in stone for a shot and that’s none other than Dan Easton.

[Fans boo]

Vino: Who should Dan have to face?

Should it be Soultaker?

Should it be Mike Sloan?

[Boos follow Sloan’s name]

Vino: Should it be Hunter Hill or R J Harris?

Should it be one of the two men we just saw compete, Tony Brooks or Pete Gilmour?

Vino: Who should it be? Maybe JAX, or Rizzo? So many worthy opponents.

Well, this is how it’s gonna go down. At Ground Breaking Experience……Dan Easton will face……

[A hush falls over the crowd]

Vino: The winner of a tournament to held on the first Riot card in June. There will be three matches to decide who goes into a three way match on that same card to face Easton at the next WCWA PPV.

Those three matches will be announced on the next RIOT!

[The fans cheer as Vino turns and leaves the Riot Center area and heads to the back.]

MJ: Damn, we have to wait to see who’s gonna be in the matches on the first card in June.

SS: That’s what the man said. This is gonna turn up the heat around here even more than it already is…….

[A black background. On the black background is the logo for another WWA promotion. The HRW logo is in its traditional black and yellow motif. Standing in front of this banner stands a man that is in a full body costume that gives off the resemblance of a snake. This man also wears a mask, one that transforms his human face into one of a cobra snake. This man is Cobra.]

Cobra: Soultaker. Sssssssssss. Soultaker. Don’t worry buddy. I’m not there. No need to walk away from me. Not yet at least. I’m sorry about before, my friend there gets a little excited when he gets to meet someone new. You didn’t have to walk away. He doesn’t bite. Well, no, he does. That’s what I like about him. He can strike at any second.

One quick fierce strike. That’s all it takes with him. Just one strike. Enough to take down even the biggest of men, even the most intimidating, even the strongest. That’s what is so unique about that snake. The ability to defeat a foe that is far bigger and stronger. It is that reason why it has the nickname of “King”.

Now. Only a couple of weeks until you and I meet up at International Wars. The first big match for both of us here in the WWA. You have me, the snake, coming from a small promotion just getting off the ground. No TV deals. No big presence. The only representative for the HRW. And then there is you, coming from a bigger and stronger promotion. One that has the reigning WWA Heavyweight champion. One that has four representatives going over to Ireland.

As you now know Soultaker. A snake can attack at any moment. A snake can be lurking right under your feet. Just waiting for that moment to attack, to take down that big threat. As you can see, I am not there tonight. That attack will not come tonight. It won’t come tomorrow. No, I will let you know when I attack. That time comes on May 20th. International Wars. The night I show the world that I can attack just like that snake, that I can take down the bigger and stronger threat that I can take you down.

This match will be my “Rite of Passage”, not yours. I will be the one that will take my career to the next level. I will be the one that everyone in the WWA will start to know and fear. I will be the one that will catapult myself into the WWA title hunt. And then I will do something that you couldn’t do. Defeat Khalid Jad.

I’ll see you soon, Soultaker. Keep my friend busy.

[Cobra walks off screen and the shot loses its focus on the HRW logo.]

MJ: Things are heating up already for the Rite of Passage match. Cobra seems to think Soultaker is worthy of his attention.

SS: It would seem so, but Soultaker is not a man to be messed with.

[Mas Tequila" by Sammy Hagar hits the PA system. Out stumbles The Hobo with a bottle of beer in a brown paper bag cletched in his hand. He lifts his arm into the hair with the bagged bottle as the crowd roars in approval. Calabaza Del Demonio comes out from the back and pats him on the back as the two head down to the ring. The Hobo slides into the ring and mounts the turnbuckle as he takes a drag off of his booze. He hands Calabaza the bottle and shakes out for his match.]

SS: The Hobo looks like every other drunk I have ever seen.

MJ: Yes but is he up to the challenge of a athlete like Easton?

"Faith is Blind" by Black Label Society begins to play through out thearena.]

[Dan Easton in his signature red singlet, boots, knee and single elbow bad on left elbow, steps through the entrance way. He peers out over his red framed Oakley sunglasses with a determined look on his face and confidently walks his way to the ring.]

[At ring side, Dan slides in under the bottom rope and rises to his feet, prepared to do battle.]

SS: Now here is a real man, I wonder what he is doing after the match?

MJ: Can we focus here?

SS: I will try

[The referee signals for the bell. The lights go down and “Vagabond” By Mighty Raw plays and RJ Harris comes out with a chair is hand, he is dressed in jeans and a MSS Hell Is Coming Tank Top. Easton looks at Harris and stares to yell at him as Harris makes is way down to the ring. Harris is just below Easton, he smiles and sets up his chair and he points and White, as Easton turns around to find White standing behind him.]

SS: Why is that goody,goody Harris out here? He better not ruin this match.

MJ: I would bet he is here to scout both men, but it is no secret that Harris and Easton have a past.

[ Easton and White stand face to face and start to talk back and forth with each other, White slaps Easton in the mouth and laughs. Easton responds by shoving White to the mat. White gets back up and puts his hand in the air.)

SS: Your kidding White wants to have a test of strength with Easton.

MJ: Maybe he is drunker then usual.

[Easton grabs his hand and White grabs the other, Easton turns his wrist and White falls to his knees in pain. Easton powers White up and throws him into the corner and follows him in with a monestrous clothes line and grabs White around the waist and shoots him into the air with a belly-to-belly suplex, Easton starts to kick White in the back over and over again.]

SS: That is the kind of aggression that has made Easton a champion.

MJ: I can’t argue that.

[Easton picks up White over his head and throws him out of the ring and only inches from Harris, who is clapping his approval. The Ref. Puts Easton back and is warning him for some reason. White slowly crawls over to Harris and picks himself up and He looks at Harris and spits in his face. Harris gets up and chases White who jumps back into the ring and is caught by Easton who hits White with a snap suplex and goes for a cover.]

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[Easton pulls up Whites shoulder and stakes his head no. He shoots White is the corner again and runs in and tries for a body splash, but White side steps him and Easton lands chest first into the turnbuckle, White quickly turns Easton around and hits him with a jaw breaker and follow it up with a kick to the stomach and a stunner. White gets on top of Easton and starts to punch away at Easton’s chest, the ref warns about closed fists, but White just pushes the ref away. The ref pulls White off and the two start to argue as Easton rolls out of the ring and is holding his chest.]

SS: Come on Easton shake it off and kick his ass.

MJ: Good way to be impartial.

SS: Shut up.

[ White climbs out of the ring and attacks Easton again grabbing him and sending him chest first into the ring post. Easton hits hard and White rolls him back into the ring and he drops a knee to the chest of Easton, White gets up and drops a series of elbows on Easton and locks in a STF . The ref checks to see if Easton wants to give up , but he shakes his head no and tries to reach for the rope, but White locks in the STF tighter. But Easton keeps trying until he just screams and somehow picks up both himself and White and gets to the ropes. The ref makes White break the hold. White stomps away at Easton, then picks him up and he locks Easton’s Waist and tries for a Belly-to-Belly, but Easton Blocks is and turns White just enough to get a Full Nelson on White, who leg quickly grabs onto the rope.]

SS: Easton is amazing, he broke the STF and got White into that Full Nelson, he is all man.

MJ: Easton has always been a fighter.

[ Easton tosses White the floor and falls to one knee to catch his breath. White rolls back in the ring and is caught by Easton who hits a cross knee back breaker on White and picks him up and hits another cross knee back breaker and puts White into a reverse Chin lock putting pressure on Whites back.]

MJ: Well White has been working on Easton’s chest and now Easton is working on his back.

SS: Hey what is Harris doing?

[Harris gets out of his seat and starts to yell at Easton, who lets White go and walks over to the rope and slides out and gets into Harris’s face, they get face to face . White gets up and runs and jumps through the ropes going for a tackle on both men, they move and White lands back first into the guard rail. Easton points to Harris and tells him to sit down and he grabs White and rolls him back into the ring. Harris goes back to his seat as Easton drags White to the corner and sets him upright and unloads with a fury of fists, the ref tells Easton to stop, be he will not. The ref grabs Easton and pulls him off. White runs out and spears the ref from behind and into Easton. The ref falls to the mat, Easton quickly hits White with a clothes line and locks in the Low Down, White taps out quickly, but the ref is still out.]

SS: Easton made him tap out.

MJ: But no ref,, hey what is Harris doing?

[Harris gets up and grabs the chair and rolls into the ring, Easton sees him, Harris swings and hits Easton in the head. Easton goes down, Harris drives the chair into Easton’s throat several times and finally slams it down on his head. Harris turns and pulls White to his feet and he hits a DDT on the chair busting White open. He puts White on top of Easton. Harris goes over and pulls the ref, who is moving over to make the count.)

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SS: Easton loses, damn that Harris, what is his problem?

MJ: I don’t know but both men are not moving, he has taken them out.

ID: The winner of the match Ed” Hobo” White!

[Harris picks up White and throws him out of the ring, he signals for a mic.]

Harris: Hey Easton just like old time you laying on your back and me standing over what is left of you. I know you’re asking yourself why did I take a page out of Mike Sloan’s book. The answer is simple if it wasn’t for Sloan I would be getting the shot at the WCWA Title at the next PPV and not you. An seeing how I really want that shot I figured I would get your attention, now that I have it next week it you can drag your ass to the ring I am challenge you to a match for that title shot and it will not be just any match, it will be a cage match. This way you and I can settle it just between us. So you think about it and get aback to me. Let me leave you with one last thing.

{Harris picks up Easton and hits the Broken Heart to the chest. Easton drops lifeless to the mat. Harris rolls out and heads to the back.]

SS: I can’t believe what I’ve just seen.

MJ: I can, Harris is tired of watching these guys cheat their way to the top, so he decided to fight fire with fire.

[The Dark Horse and Jax walk out onto the ramp.]

“Hello California.”

[Mike is in a foul mood. The crowd is in an even worse mood. The boos are non-stop from every corner of the arena.]

“I know you all liked that little chair shot that Taker gave me last week didn’t ya.”

[They still boo him.]

“Neither did I, but it was a good clean shot. I mean hell the only person who swings a better chair than him is my self. “

[They cheer.]

“Hell I was out for like three seconds, plenty of time for the ref to score the victory to that over sized retard.”

[They cheer for the mention of Soul Taker.]

“He’s your hero huh… One chair shot took this wanna be badass to a hero. How do you like that Jax? He’s a regular Superman, this fuck-o is.”

[Jax takes the mic.]

“Mike, man, you know how the fans are. One minute they love you and their behind your return and the next time they hate you. Hell you were just out here for the veterans, like myself, to try and gain the respect back for us. They don’t know what R.J Harris has been through.”

[Mike takes the mic back.]

“Or a JAX … Or an Easton … Or Myself for that matter. All they know is the flavor of the month…They never will last as long as I will or you.”

[The fans they are silent… Listening to his story. He passes the stick to Jax.]

“Tonight there is another story. 80 proof and the Jerks. I guess they were a little mad at us for crashing their party in that ring there. But, we were watching in the back and we decided that they just suck.”

[A smile comes across Mr. This and That’s face. The crowd boos.]

“And Mike came up with the idea to make it a little more exciting for us. So we cleared the ring and had fun.”

[The Dark Horse.]

“No tag belts… Four against Two… At least give us the belts. 80 proof hasn’t been sober enough to lace up their boots in years. And the jerks just suck.”

[He loves the crowd tonight, their up for it.]

“Vince you have to choices… You can save money and the division by giving us our shot at the belts tonight or just close down the division. Their destroying the WCWA’s name by slurring out their promos, calling out TTO… Who I have talked to and have shown no interest in beating another mediocre team.”

[Jax takes the stick from the hands of TDH. Mike looks in approval.]

“We have the World Belt… We can take the Tag belt, we can bring it home to the WCWA and show the world that WCWA is the best and that me and Mike are the best in the WCWA.”

[Sloan smiles… Jax hands the mic back with the mixture of cheers and boos over the WCWA rant.]

“I’m not here to make enemies with everyone, I just want the world to know that TDH is the man to beat in the alliance… Jad holds onto that belt for now. But, soon it will be back around the waist of the Dark Horse and I will be a three time World Champion.”

[He falls silent.]

“This is a message to everyone holding a title in the WWA and WCWA, if it’s gold I want it… I want in in my group… I want only the best around me. Jad pray to GOD that you lose it before I get my chance.”

[He drops the mic and turns to the back.]

[Commercial for WCWA’s Ground Breaking Experience]

MJ: Sloan and JAX have become part of the show every week now.

SS: Maybe they need to have a spot like the Flower Pot Show…

As the screen fades in, the camera pans onto a close up of two fists, taped up to the wrists, punching a solid brick wall in a dark, vacant hallway in the back of the arena. Skin breaks and flesh tears, soaking the tape with blood. Like a brush, the knuckles scrape against the cold gray wall, staining it hot red.

The figure suddenly stops and turns around, putting his back against his work, hiding it from sight. The camera moves in front of the figure, his slick, black hair covering his eyes like a cloak lowered over the face of the grim reaper. He bears s sadistic smile, bearing his teeth like a tiger in battle.

Rex - Thousands of people across this world call themselves "wrestlers". Some of them will be unable to take the strains of this life and give up, others will suffer through an entire career for nothing. Most of them will be forgotten almost immediately. They will be lost in the sands of time, never to have made a difference, never to be remembered.

Rex whips his hair back like a whip, revealing his demonic blue eyes. His rage shines through them. They prick, judge and hate with only a gaze.

Rex - I will NOT be lost in time. I have but one purpose in life, and that is to BE that name, that image, that IDEAL that lives forever. I will NOT allow you to forget me. Every time I walk into that ring, I have but one option : Pain.

Rex’s bloody fists rise to his face. His eyes stare at the liquid dripping off of his knuckles, almost in a trance.

Rex - I will hurt you. I will wound you. I will break you. I will send shocks up you spine and through every limb in your body. I will put you through so much torture that the next time you feel even the slightest amount of pain, you will remember me, as I will haunt you forever.

Rex walks up closer to the camera, staring a hole into it with his piercing eyes.

Rex - My entire life has been focused on ONE thing : pain. My father, a forgotten professional wrestler himself, made sure that I could not only take the pain, but that it would become a part of me. It would BECOME me. That I would BE pain personified.

Rex shows his bloody fists yet again.

Rex - and I am. I AM pain. I AM suffering. I . . . AM . . . REX!

Rex turns and slowly walks away, no longer blocking his stained message of pain on the wall. The camera slowly zooms onto the bloody warning as it drips towards the earth.

"Beware Of Rex"

The screen finally fades to a cold, dead black.

[Commercial for WWA I Wars]

(The scene switches backstage in front of Noah Hanson’s locker room. In front of the locker room door is a steel chair just sitting there. In the background you can hear someone grunting and something shuffling around. In from the left side of the screen comes Rizzo dragging a very life-like doll called a Real Doll. The doll is dressed exactly like the cheerleader from Noah’s lame flashback. There is a note taped to the doll’s shirt. Rizzo sits the doll down in the chair and then he adjusts her wig so it looks right. Rizzo stifles a chuckle as he inspects his work. Rizzo turns and a devilish smile creeps up on his face as he turns towards the door. He looks around, knocks, then runs off out of sight as fast as he can. The door opens and out comes Noah. He sees the doll then looks down the hall both ways, showing confusion by the glorious gift left for him. He sees the note and rips it off the doll’s chest. Noah reads it and the scene switches to the letter itself.]

Dear Cheesy Trio of Effeminate Brothers:

I thought I’d be nice and gift you this wonderful doll as a gift. After seeing how desperate you were for a good screw, I thought to myself that this Real Doll would be the perfect thing for you. It’s the same weight as a real woman, has all of the orifices in spectacular detail and authenticity, and I even dressed the bitch up like that sorry slampig you’re still pining over. Hey, at least you won’t get crabs this way. And when you’re done, prepare for a serious humbling because you will certainly fail in my presence.

Rizzo

P.S. MmmBop Bitch!!

(Noah’s face twists in rage as he crumples the note and kicks the doll in the face, knocking it over and to the floor. He storms back into his locker room and he slams the door behind hum. The scene cuts backs to Sylvia and Mario.)

Sylvia: I’ve got to hand it to Rizzo, he’s definitely one of the most original guys we have here.

Mario: He’s more generous than I thought too!

Sylvia: if you didn’t get that what Rizzo did was a joke, then your brain is friend from all of that Caldwell’s Vodka!

Mario: You know what, I bet that doll is more animated than you in bed.

ID: The following contest is a standard match and it is scheduled for one fall . coming to the ring first, he hails from somewhere and he weighs in at 225 pounds… Alexander Shaw!

[Cue William Dafoe]

"This was a fucking bomb."

[the lights go out]

[ Cue "Post Collapse" by Misery Signals, as the lights around the mouth of the entrance begin to pulsate to the chugging guitars in blue]

[Alexander Shaw is standing in the lights staring ahead, he walks briskly down the aisleway ignoring the fans, he has cut off his beard, leaving him babyfaced, and his hair is short and gelled forward, he wears Red Wrestling Tights with "A.S." in cursive lettering on the left hip, and Lions FC across the back in strongman styled lettering, he's wearing short boots and black knee pads and white wrist tape.]

[He walks the entire circumference of the ring, before sliding in, and moving to his corner.]

ID: And his opponent hails from Kansas City, Kansas and he weighs in at 234 pounds… Noah Hanson!!

["Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit blares as Noah and Karen make their way to the ring. Noah threatens to hit a few fans on his way to the ring and the when he gets to the ring he holds the ropes open for his manager and then vaults over the top himself. He looks at the crowd soaking in the boos and then slowly removes his trademark sunglasses.]

Sylvia: Let’s see if this Noah character can keep them momentum from the last riot going.

*The ref calls for the bell and the match gets under way. Shaw goes for a tie up but Noah rakes his eyes. Noah takes Shaw down with a snapmare. Noah backs up and then he lands a stiff kick to Shaw’s back. Noah lifts Shaw up and he lands a series of punches to Shaw’s face. Hanson whips Shaw into the ropes. Noah catches Shaw, and then he throws Shaw to the mat with a hip toss. Shaw gets back up only to run into a clothesline. Shaw stands up again. Noah lands a stiff boot to the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Noah goes for the cover.*

1…

Kickout.

Mario. It’s far to early in this match to go for the pin.

Sylvia: Maybe he just wants to get this done and over with.

*Shaw and Noah both get to their feet. Shaw rakes Noah’s eyes, temporarily stunning him. Shaw capitalizes with a flurry of chops across Noah’s chest. Shaw executes an Irish whip. Noah bounces back and Shaw catches him with a back body drop. Noah gets up but he’s brought right back down with a standing dropkick. Noah gets back to his feet once again. Shaw nails him again with a standing dropkick. Noah rolls out of the ring right to his lady.*

Mario: Aww, look at that. He’s running away.

*After a few seconds, Noah makes his way back into the ring. Just as he gets ¾ of the way through he gets hit with a running kneelift. Noah falls backwards and he crashes to the concrete floor. Shaw climbs out and he attacks Noah with vicious stomps. Shaw stands Noah up only to take him down with a scoop slam. Shaw lifts Hanson back up. This time, he goes for an Irish whip. However, Noah reverses it, sending Shaw crashing face first into the steel post. Noah walks over and he peels Shaw off of the floor. Hanson rolls Shaw in and he follows closely. Noah picks Shaw up and then he executes a snap suplex. Noah repeats the process one more time. Noah drags Shaw up. Hanson drives Shaw into the canvas with a high angle side suplex. Noah covers.*

1….

2.. Kickout!

[Alexander Shaw Drops out of the ring before they can even lock up again.]

MJ: This is highly unusual, Alexander Shaw is just standing outside of the ring..

SS: What an Idiot. the match is inside of the ring.

[The ref counts out Shaw.]

[Hansen looks confused, the crowd boo's.]

ID: WINNER BY COUNT-OUT! NOAH HANSEN

[Shaw has a mic.]

SHAW: Hey, yeah you

[Pointing up at Hansen.]

SHAW: VACATE, I have something to say

[Hansen shrugs and leaves the ring.]

SHAW: I think you have your hands full enough with that buffon Rizzo, just keep walking.

[Hansen looks back at Shaw with angry indignance.]

SHAW: I want every other tag team in the back to pay close attention to this, LIONS FC is not here for singles glory. LIONS FC is a fighting unit, and while my arrival to this..

[He motions around the crowd]

SHAW:.. to this embaressment of wrestling

[A chant of "get the fuck out" starts up]

Shaw: Hey don't blame the messenger people. I may have predated the arrival of my comrade by a few weeks, make no mistake. LIONS FC has arrived in WCWA, and the greater whole of the WWA to put on a demomstration of tag team dominance, the likes of which you jive turkey's have never seen before

["Post Collapse" hits again as Shaw rolls out of the ring and marches to the back]

MJ: [Drinking] Alexander Shaw has put the tag teams on notice that there is a new force to be reckoned with in town.

SS: The tag scene is really heating up in WCWA. The Sex Symbols last Riot, now Lions FC…..who in the hell is next to head this way?

[Commercial for the new James Alec Xander T-Shirt.]

RA: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a handicap tag team grudge match. Coming to the ring first, he hails from St. Cloud, Minnesota and he weighs in at 252 pounds…. Jason Alec Xander!

[The lights in the arena darken and the anticipation builds. The hard drums and vocals of "Determined" by Mudvayne blare as this kicks off the entrance of James Alec Xander. The crowd isn't entirely sure what to think as some people boo and most remain quiet. A few seconds pass before Jax comes out to ringside, a giant smirk etched on his face. His body is soaked with water, and his entire upper body gleams in the lights.]

[James exchanges some words with the fans as he approaches the ring and slides in. He finishes this sequence by pumping his hands into the air three times and then he climbs a turnbuckle post to raise a clenched fist into the air. The song dies down after a few minutes.]

RA: “And his partner…

This is because of what you did to me....

[The airy, hollow voice penetrates the p.a. system.] This is what I become.....

[The voice is close to being recognizable, but at the same time it is unknown to us.]

My pain will become yours.....

[ A dark figure is produced on the screen. Bright white lights flash behind him, illuminating his figure. And the first bass and acoustic riff begins to sound out.]

#You take a mortal man, #

[His blond hair on top is only a fraction of an inch long. You can see the places where he has been scared from multiple battles in his life.}

#And put him in control #

[His head begins to lift, so slightly that the only thing that is produced in the time is the top of a spike that comes from his eyebrow.]

#Watch him become a god,#

[A scar runs from his forehead lateral to his left ear It is so slight, because of the time and money that was spent to reduce the size.]

#Watch peoples heads a'roll #

[The first thing that is recognizable, the blue eyes. They hold more emotion than the face itself. They were once caring, but something has taken all that away. They are full of disdain and contempt now.]

RA: “He weighs in tonight at 245 pounds, and he is the former, TWO time heavyweight champion of the world. Ladies and gentlemen, this Mike SLOOOOOOOAAAAAN!!!!”

#A'roll...#

[The spot lights area towards the entrance ramp. The crowd jumps to its feet to see him again. The chorus hits the pa system and about that time a stray light catches a glimpse of the man we once knew far away from the ring, in the crowd. Standing like a monster, scared of nothing, he makes his movements to the ring.]

#Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction #

[His attire features two new things. He has donned a black shirt that states, in red lettering, Respect is not earned; It's Taken. The second item is a pair of thigh length, spandex shorts. Across the back it states, T D H. Down his left thigh the word that is stated is Scorned. Down his right thigh is the word, Disrespected;. A black towel covers his head so that no one can know who this is, if the piercing and the eyes didn't tell you who it was then you will have to wait.]

#Acting like a robot, #

[He makes his way to the ring side area, he places one foot on the step and reaches out his hand and grabs the ring post.]

#Its metal brain corrodes. #

[He pauses for the fans and then makes his way up the steps.]

#You try to take its pulse, #

[He walks the outer edge of the ring and places his back against the ropes and waits.]

#Before the head explodes. #

[As soon as this line hits his head launches back and the covering it tossed off. Revealing to the world that this man is Mike Sloan. ]

#Explodes... #

[The chorus hits again as he makes his way into the ring.]

#Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction #

[He leans over and picks up his towel and hangs it on the far right turnbuckle.]

#The earth starts to rumble #

[The red insignia, TDHis embroider into it also.]

#World powers fall#

[He pulls his torso out of the shirt and tosses it to the floor.]

#A'warring for the heavens, #

[He places his back against the corner and stretches his back over the ropes, popping every vertebrate there.]

[He stands a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain from this point on.]

RA: “And their opponents…..”

MJ: “This should be an interesting pairing.”

SS: “Yeah, like you and sobriety.”

RA: “Ladies and gentlemen making their way to the ring we have BIG TIME JERKS accompanied by Col. Sissy.

[Fans are booing, but the Jerks don’t give a damn.]

MJ: “If your name was Sissy, wouldn’t you change it? Oh….sorry. Never mind.”

RA: “And their partners….”

[The legendary chords of Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama echo through the arena. A growing fan base here in the WCWA pop HUGE!]

ID: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Clearfield, Alabama, at a total combined weight of five hundred and forty-six pounds. They are the undisputed W….C….W….A tag team champions. Jim Beam….Jack Daniels….80 Prooooooof!!!!!!!”

[As the bass riff really kicks in, they step from behind the curtains. The first man, standing barely 6 feet tall, he appears wiry, but confident. He wears jean shorts and a black t-shirt with green lettering that says, "MSS". One the back it reads simply "Living History". Jim carries in his hand a flagpole with the Stars and Bars 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, "80 Proof" On the back, it reads, "Once a Champion, Always a Champion." Each man wears a shiny new belt around his waist…..the WCWA tag team titles. Daniels points to the belt with the axe-handle that is in his hands, and then they make their way to the ring.]

MJ: “It looks like Sloan is telling Xander to start out for their team. There appears to be some debate in the other corner as to who is going to start.”

SS: “Young showing off his muscles here. Apparently that was enough to convince Beam and Daniels to let him start.”

[Beam and Daniels each slap Young on the back…..HARD.]

MJ: “A little pat on the back there from Young’s newfound teammates.”

SS: Xander and Young start out and they start out fierce. Xander with a full arm drag and twist. Young counter and turning it into an armbar of his own.”

MJ: Xander makes his way to the ropes to break the hold. Young holds on until right before the four count. As Young is backing away, Xander nails him with a kick to the midsection and quickly whips him to the corner of Xander and Sloan.

SS: Xander with a tag to Sloan. Sloan arrogantly steps through the ropes and hits Young with a short kneelift..

[Sloan lets Young work his way back to his feet, then knocks him down with a stiff lariat.]

MJ: “No matter what you think of Sloan as a human being, the man knows how to maximize every advantage in the ring.”

SS: Young with a rake of the eyes to slow the momentum Sloan and to buy himself a quick breath. Young backs Sloan into HIS corner, where Beam is more than happy to slap Young upside the head and become the legal man..

MJ: Beam, whips Sloan into the ropes….great back elbow there. Quick cover.”

SS: “One…

Two….no.”

MJ: “It’s going to take a lot more than that to put Sloan away.”

[“Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top blares through the arena as the action in the ring comes to a stop.]

Jackson: “What the hell is that garbage?”

Sanchez: “It sounds like the Ambiguously Gay Duo’s theme music!”

[JD Hart and Sean Peters come out on the ramp and start dancing to the song as 80 Proof, Big Time Jerks and Mike Sloan and James Alec Xander. There is a lot of pointing and arguing, but everyone is confused….and suspicious.]

Jackson: “I believe you hit the nail right on the head!”

[Beam makes a dismissive motion towards the uninvited guests. He and Sloan lock up once again.]

MJ: “I was unaware that it was amateur hour here at the Riot Zone.”

SS: “They really need to start locking the back door.”

MJ: “Since where were you concerned about things coming in the back door?”

[The action has resumed in the ring and JD and Sean grow angry due to no one watching them.]

Jackson: “I wish they’d quit doing whatever it is their doing to each other up there!”

Sanchez: “Just because they aren’t doing the grinding dance like you and your brother do…”

Jackson: “I HAVE NEVER BUMPED AND GRIND WITH MY BROTHER!”

Sanchez: “So you say!”

[Sloan hits a fantastic reversal on Beam, delivering a crisp snap mare takeover, and following immediately up with a kick to the spine.]

[The Sex Symbols stop dancing and JD goes down and takes the microphone out of ring announcer’s hand. He heads back up the ramp as he’s met half way down the ramp by his partner Sean Peters. Hart hands Sean the microphone and sneaks back down the ramp.]

Jackson: “He’s trying to play that sneaky-sneaky game like Adam Sandler’s butler on Mr. Deeds!”

[Sloan drags Beam up by the hair, making him exert a lot of energy just to get to his feet. He goes for an inverted DDT.]

MJ: “Sloan calls this the Blindsided. If he hits this, we’re all fininished here.”

[Beam, in desperation drops to his knees, bringing Sloan’s chin down across his shoulder. HUGE crowd pop…..which is interrupted by this.]

Sean: “HEY! HEY!”

[The action stops in the ring.]

Sean: “I’d just like to know who you six think you are! You all act like we don’t exist or something, what’s the deal!”

[The attention is on Peters as Hart jumps over the barricade. He goes to the tag champion’s corner and hits Daniels in the back with a black metal police baton.]

Sanchez: “That’s what they hit the Fatbreakers with last week!”

[Hart grabs Daniels’ body and pushes it under the ring apron.]

Sean: “I want you all to know that from this moment on the Sex Symbols are going to be the number one contenders to the WCWA tag team titles! 80 Proof watch your backs, your partner just may not be there when you need him to be!”

[Beam turns around and can’t find Daniels anywhere. He asks Young and Dean where Daniels is, but neither knows. They were too busy listening to Sean Peters run his mouth.]

Sean: “What’s the matter Jim, can’t you find Jack?”

[Jim is looking for Daniels, and he is nowhere to be found. Always opportunistic, Sloan and Xander go on the attack.]

MJ: “Xander all over Beam. Pummeling him with right hands, and now, with the man down, here comes Sloan to pick the carcass. The Big Time Jerks certainly in no hurry to help Beam out of his predicament.”

[Meanwhile, Sean is still watching from the top of the ramp, more than amused.]

Sean: “Hey Beam. Have fun with all your friends. Give our best to Jack when he comes to.”

[As the Sex Symbols walk away, the two on one pummeling of Beam continues.]

MJ: “Daniels is knocked out and under the ring. Beam is getting pounded by two very dangerous men. The Big Time Jerks aren’t lifting a finger to help.”

SS: “Why should they? What do they have to gain from winning this match?”

MJ: “It figures you wouldn’t see a problem with someone getting pounded by two men.”

SS: “Ever tried it?”

[Sloan lifts an unconscious Beam up on his shoulder.]

MJ: “This is the Burning Hammer. This is one of the most devastating finishers I’ve ever seen.”

[Sloan delivers an inverted swinging Death Valley Driver. Beam’s head snaps back as he hits the ground.]

SS: “Eww….that didn’t look good.”

[Sloan stands up and flexes, placing his foot across the chest of Jim Beam.]

MJ: “Look at this arrogant cover.”

One…..

Two……..

CRACKKKKKK}

MJ: “Oh my god! Daniels just snapped that axe handle over the head of Sloan!”

[Daniels is back, bleeding profusely from the head. But adrenaline has kicked in….]

SS: “Xander in now, kick to the stomach…..powerbomb!!!”

[With both Sloan and Xander down, it’s time for the Big Time Jerks to pick the carcasses. They come in and start laying the boots to Sloan and Xander.]

MJ: “This is what we thought we might see. A 4 on 2 beating. This may have been what the Boss had in mind after Sloan and Xander interfered in the tag match last week. If that is the case, what might be in store for The Sex Symbols after their little appearance tonight.”

SS: “What’s Daniels doing.”

[Daniels, from his pocket, produces a pair of handcuffs.]

MJ: “Daniels just tossed the cuffs to Young and told him to cuff Sloan. Good god, are they going to end Mike Sloan’s career here tonight?”

SS: “I’ll get the paper towels.”

[The Big Time Jerks finish cuffing Sloan to the corner and turn around just in time to get waffled in the head with chair shots from the tag team champs.]

MJ: “Daniels and Beam just layed out their own partners!!!!!”

SS: “I know in your drunken haze you miss a lot, but the bell rang ages ago. Daniels got his team disqualified. Sloan and Xander won. Believe it or not, waffling your opponents with an axe handle is illegal, even here in the WCWA.”

[As she finishes those words, Daniels and Beam hit a Metal Elimination on Xander, laying him out in the center of the ring.]

MJ: “OH MY GOD!!! Xander is DOWN!!!!”

[A bloody Daniels slides outside and grabs a mic. He slides back in, and lays into Sloan.]

JD: “You cost us our family. You cost us everything that TRULY meant anything in this business. You cost us the MSS. Tonight, you pay the price.”

[Daniels starts to measure Sloan for a chair shot. Beam steps in and takes the mic.]

JB: “You forced us to make a tough decision. Tonight, you’re going to make a tough decision.”

[There is a buzz though the crowd as the pop for the tag champs.]

JB: “You see Sloan, you forced us to quit the MSS. We had the choice to quit the MSS, or to do something that we despised.”

JD: “Which was be associated with the likes of you.”

JB: “Tonight, you have a choice. You can quit. For good. Period. Leave the WCWA forever.”

JD: “Or else.”

[Sloan spits at both of them. Beam and Daniels each measure him with their chairs, the step forward like the are going to hit him, but then they whirl around and hit another Metal Elimination on Xander. This time, Xander is split wide open.]

JB: “Let’s see how much you care about you little protégé. Let’s see how much you care about his wellbeing. You see, there is nobody left to stop us from ending his career. So, either you end yours, or we end his. It’s YOUR call.”

[Daniels, just to make the point, stands over Xander, looks right at Sloan, and blasts James in the head again. Blood sprays everywhere.]

JB: “Say you quit.”

[Beam is right in Sloan’s face. Sloan, refusing to look at him, or at Xander.]

JB: “Hit him.”

[Beam was talking to Daniels….Daniels drives one of the legs of the chair right into the stomach of Mike Sloan. Now Beam grabs him by the hair.]

MJ: “We may need some help out here.”

JB: “Finish this.”

[Beam points to Xander. Beam, holds Sloan by the hair, forcing him to watch what is going on. Daniels stands over Xander, raises his chair, and just starts swinging.]

MJ: “Oh my god…..”

[Time after time, Daniels brings the chair down on Xander’s head. When it’s all over, ever the crowd is silent. Daniels throws the bloodstained chair to the floor.]

MJ: “Fans, I’m sorry….”

[Beam, grabs Sloan by the hair and gets right in his face.]

JB: “You cost us our family. This is what happens when you fuck with family. You could have saved him all of this. His blood is on your hands.”

[Beam steps back and slaps the hell out of Sloan, leaving him hanging there with a blank stare on his face.. The tag team champs head back up the ramp, with a stunned audience looking on.]

MJ: Dan Easton is coming through the fans and he has a chair in his hands. Easton over the guard rail and slides under the ropes.

SS: Easton whips Sloan to the ropes and as Sloan comes off the ropes, Easton winds up and

#WHACK

MJ: Dan Easton just leveled an already bloodied Sloan. This is what I calling getting revenge.

SS: Easton waited until the right time to get Sloan for that chair shot a few weeks ago. Easton back out of the ring and up the ramp as the fans are cheering him on……

SS: What in the hell did we just see out here?

MJ: We saw one cluster screw job if I’ve ever seen one tonight.

SS: We had damn near every tag team in the WCWA out here tonight. The Sex Symbols making their presence known…..damn.

MJ: Well it’s time for the main event and there is no telling what we will see in this match.

SS: GAY is sure to show out in this contest.

(The scene switches backstage and Noah Hanson is seen walking backstage towards the ring area just before Rizzo’s match . Suddenly, out of nowhere, a chair clobbers his back from behind. Another vicious shot to the back lands, but the attacker still cannot be seen. Rizzo walks into the scene laughing with his signature chair in hand. He stomps on Noah’s back and then he speaks with a very condescending tone.)

Rizzo: Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Poor Noah Hanson, down and out on the floor. Looks like reality just came crashing down on you, big time! Look at how easy it was for me to get to you. Just think, if you were the mob rat you claim you are, don’t you think they’d have gotten you as well? I guess you really never learned the moral from the George O’Leary debacle. But nevertheless, you’re going to pay for your fraudulent ways and your blatant stupidity.

(Rizzo slams the chair on Noah’s back a couple of more time.)

Rizzo: See bitch, I’m not going to let you declare your intentions to interfere with my inning the Gold Rush title and not do anything about it. Not on my life. So here we are, me, the bad mofo with the chair in his back, and you, getting you back broken and getting humbled.

(Noah tries to bring himself up to his feet. Once he gets to his hands and knee, Rizzo backs up. He runs as fast as possible and he uses his momentum to destroy Noah’s face with the chair, busting him open in the process. Rizzo kneels down to the knocked out and bleeding Noah Hanson.)

Rizzo: Oopsie, looks like I destroyed your face as much as I destroyed your credibility.

(Rizzo pulls out a sharpie from his boot and he marks Noah’s blood on the chair with a circle and his name.)

Rizzo: See you around bitch.

(Rizzo smiles from ear to ear as he looks down on his fallen enemy. Rizzo walks off while singing MmmBop by Hanson. The scene cuts back to Sylvia and Mario.)

Mario: Noah needs medical attention right away!!

Sylvia: Serves the idiot right. He said he’d interfere, and Rizzo made damn sure he can’t now.

ID: Standing at 6’ 3” and weighing in at 229 pounds is the challenger and he is making his way to the ring…..…..RIZZO!

MJ: Rizzo just made one hell of an impact backstage. What can we expect in this match.

SS: Some of the same brutality I hope.

1…

2..

3…

Hit it!

(The opening chords of “Super Bad” by James Brown plays and the boos pour in. Blue and green lights flash around the arena while the music plays. Rizzo emerges from the back with his newly stained chair in his hand. He walks down to the ring, lookingat various fans with a look of disgust and arrogance. He climbs into the ring and he raises the chair up high, eliciting a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. The lights come back to normal, the music stops, and Rizzo stands ready for his opponent.)

ID: And making his way to the ring is the current WCWA Gold Rush Champion…….”Gorgeous” Allen Young!

[Hit Me Baby by Brittany Spears hits as Allen comes out wearing a School Girl Uniform with his hair up in two Pony tails on the side of his head skipping down the ring with a Lollipop in his mouth. Once in the ring Allen holds up his new version the Gold Rush title which now has a pink leather strap.]

DING

MJ: Young and Rizzo circle each other, being cautious.

SS: Rizzo probably doesn’t want Young to touch him at all…..

MJ: They lock up and Young with a head lock quickly. He leans over and kisses Rizzo in the top of the head. Rizzo shoves Young off, as Young blows a kiss at Rizzo.

SS: Rizzo shakes his head and kicks the ropes. Young is trying to throw this man off his game with his antics. Rizzo charges over as Young is facing the fans and clothesline Young from behind.

MJ: Young falls through the ropes and to the floor. Rizzo is now pointing at Young and laughing at him out on the floor. Young turns and pats his ass at Rizzo and starts dancing in circles.

SS: Rizzo is being backed off by the ref to allow Young a chance to get in the ring. Young is up on the apron and Rizzo charges again and drop kicks Young off the apron and to the floor again. Rizzo goes outside and pulls Young up and levels him with a quick right jab. Rizzo then tosses Young into the ring and slides in after him.

MJ: Young is back on his feet and stomps the left hand of Rizzo and locks on a hammer lock with Rizzo face down on the mat. Young floats across and lands on top of Rizzo and starts to grind on him. Rizzo immediately rolls out of the hammer lock and hurries to his feet. Young is smiling until he catches a kick to the mid section and an even flow DDT from Rizzo.

SS: Rizzo is pulling Young to his feet and is going for a suplex, but Young blocks it. Rizzo goes for the suplex again and it’s blocked again. Young reverses and executes his own suplex and both me are down. Rizzo is moving more so than Young as he makes it to one knee. Young is trying to pull himself up on the ropes.

MJ: Rizzo bounces off the far side ropes and catches Young turning around with a flying forearm. Rizzo is still a little shaky from that suplex, but he has enough to mount Young and lay on a few rights and lefts.

SS: Allen is trying to cover up, to protect his face. Rizzo pulls Young to his feet and whips Allen to the ropes. Allen comes off the ropes and Rizzo bends to back flip Young, but Young leaps over and turns around and slaps Rizzo on the ass. Rizzo is furious as he swings around with a wild right hand that misses its mark. Young ducks under the right and nails Rizzo with a knee to the mid section. Young takes off for the ropes and comes off hitting a swinging neck breaker on Rizzo.

MJ: Damn! That hurt my neck. I need a drink to get rid of the pain. Young pulls Rizzo to his feet and nails him with a European uppercut. Another one for good measure, before Young leg sweeps Rizzo and locks on an ankle lock.

SS: The ref is asking Rizzo if he wants to give up, but Rizzo shouts hell no. Young has that ankle lock on tight and Rizzo is showing the pain in his face. Young is trying to get a submission win here as Rizzo pulls toward the ropes.

MJ: Rizzo is stretching and stretching and he has the bottom rope. Young breaks the hold and grabs Rizzo’s ass. Rizzo turns quickly and kicks Young in the face with intensity. Young is only making things worse for himself, by taunting Rizzo. Rizzo reaches over and begins choking Young, as the ref is counting to break the hold.

SS: Rizzo breaks the hold before the four count and he goes right back to choking Allen Young again. The ref is trying to pull Rizzo’s hand off Young’s neck and Rizzo releases it to keep from being disqualified. Rizzo drops an elbow across the throat of Allen Young and rolls up and delivers another elbow in the same fashion.

MJ: Rizzo is gonna kill this guy. Young may have gone to far by pushing his sexual tactics on Rizzo. Rizzo pulls Young to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Young comes off the ropes and Rizzo with a double chop across the throat. Rizzo begins stomping Young while he’s down and then goes for a cover.

SS: Young barely kicks out at 2 and a half. The ref had maybe an inch between his hand and the canvas. Rizzo doesn’t seem to care as he’s back on the attack quickly. Rizzo yanks Young off the mat and sends him to the turnbuckles. Rizzo charges in behind him. Rizzo nears Young and Young turns and leaps up and butt butt’s Rizzo in the face.

MJ: OH NO! He put his ass in Rizzo’s face. I haven’t seen that move since the old Mid South days and Ice Man King Parson’s. Rizzo is staggered and Young takes advantage by landing a spinning heel kick. Rizzo goes down and Young does a belly dance roll type thing. He rolls Rizzo over and does the big wiggle on Rizzo.

SS: SHYT! The BIG WIGGLE by Young on Rizzo. I don’t think he should have done that. Whatever effect that kick had on Rizzo has been shaken off by fury. Rizzo rolls up and begins chasing Young around the ring. Young stops short and leg trips Rizzo and pinches him on the ass.

MJ: Rizzo up quickly and he goes for a left hook, but Young blocks it and kicks him in the mid section. Young hoists Rizzo up, and nails him with a brain buster and goes for a cover.

MJ: Rizzo with his leg on the ropes and this stops the count.

SS: Allen is pulling Rizzo to his feet as he blows a kiss to the fans. Rizzo quickly hits Young with a flying Dutchman, his version on the Angle slam. Rizzo is still a little shaky, but he has enough to get to the top rope and off with a guillotine leg drop across the chest of Young.

MJ: Rizzo puts Allen Young in a tree of woe and then he takes off to the other turnbuckles and charges back in with a baseball slide, destroying Young’s face.

SS: What is Rizzo doing? He has Young on his back and he’s applying a standing scissor lock around the Young’s leg. He’s falling to the mat and he is side by side with Young.

MJ: He’s pulling Young’s leg trying to hyperextend Young’s knee. He calls this a crucifix knee bar. Young is in a great deal of pain as the ref is checking in on Young.

SS: The ref is raising Young’s arm.

SS: It came down. This doesn’t look good for the champ.

MJ: There’s no way to get out of this damn hold.

DING…..DING……DING…….

MJ: Young passed out. He wouldn’t tap, but he just passed out. You have to give it to him, he wouldn’t give up.

SS: He could have saved himself some pain if he had tapped.

ID: Your winner and new WCWA Gold Rush Champion…..Rizzo!

[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.]

Hunter gets in the ring with a bag and as Rizzo's hand is raise, Hunter will comes in the ring, and tosses GAY out of the ring. Hunter grabs the title out of Rizzo’s hand. Rizzo gets in Hunter's face. Hunter just stares him down as he pulls out something out of bag he carried in and pulls out the title that he had as champion and the WCWA made title. Hunter shoves it in Rizzo's chest. Rizzo grabs it and tries to pulled it but Hunter won't let go of the other end. Finally Rizzo pulls again and Hunter lets it go. They have a stare down for a few more seconds and Hunter exits the ring, with GAY's decorated belt. Hunter walks to the back, puts the title in the bag and as he walks to the garage, he throws the bag into the incinerator. Hill speeds off to the highway.]

MJ: What in the hell was that all about?

SS: I don’t know, but a silent Hunter Hill makes for a dangerous man.

MJ: Damn! Here comes Vino again!

[Vino makes his way all the way to the ring this time around with a large smile on his face.]

Vino: Folks, you know at International Wars there was a match set to be Hunter Hill vs Allen Young.

[Fans with mixed reactions]

Vino: Seeing that Rizzo is the new champ that gives me a problem. Seeing that I love solving problems, I have come up with a solution.

[Fans are cheering.]

Vino: At International Wars, the WCWA Gold Rush Title will be defended in a three way match. Rizzo vs Hunter Hill vs “Gorgeous” Allen Young. There will be a winner in this match. So there you have it. Rizzo, Hill, Young……do what you have to, but you better have the best damn performance out of any other region at International Wars…..

Oh….JAX and Sloan…..I heard what you said about the WWA World Tag Titles. Give me a call…..

SS: Another big announcement from Vino and folks we will see you next RIOT!