[Dan Easton is seen handing some cash over to 6 sexy ass women. As a camera crew approaches, Dan rushes the women off, before Mr. X and the crew can get there.]

Mr. X: Dan who were those ladies?

Dan Easton: You didn't recognize your sisters? Get out of my face punk!

[Easton shoves his way past X, and enters the building.]

[A remote camera begins to feed. It is shooting an open field. Night has just fallen, and only the shallow light of the camera is visable. The camera shoots in silence for a few moment.]

Voice: “Can you hear them?”

[Two men slowly walk from the darkness. Jim Beam and Jack Daniels, 80 Proof, step into the pale light case by the camera.]

JB: “Yes. We can hear it.”

JD: “Anyone who is willing to listen can hear it.”

[A third voice, from off camera, speaks again.]

Voice: “This is it. Say what you have to say.”

[Jim steps forward.]

JB: “You know, we’re supposed to be hear talking about the WCWA. We’re supposed to be hear talking about the tag team titles. We’re supposed to be here talking about the Lions FC.”

[Jack steps fully into the light as well.]

JD: “But we’re not going to do that. Not tonight.”

JB: “You know, for five years, we had to listed to everyone say, ‘oh, don’t show 9/11. it might make people mad. Don’t show 9/11, it’s too devisive. Don’t show 9/11, it’s too controversial.”

JD: “The all of a sudden, last year we were allowed to grieve, and the media said it was ok.”

JB: “But this year, the media is saying that enough is enough, and it’s time to move on.”

JD: “there’s one little problem with that.”

JB: “THOSE PEOPLE ARE STILL DEAD!!!!”

[Jack tries to take the mic from Jim, but Jim shrugs him off.]

JB: “Terrorists killed 3 thousand innocent Americans…..TODAY. This day, 6 years ago. What about their memory? What about their families pain??? What about OUR NATION’S PAIN????”

[Jack again reaches for the mic, and Jim, visably shaken, allows him to take it.]

JD: “You know, for the tragedy that it was, our country came out of the darkness a better place, for a little while. It was ok to fly the flag again. It was ok to be patriotic again. It was ok to be an American.”

[Jack pauses.]

JD: “It was more than ok. It was to be touched by the hand of God Almighty to be an American. To live in this beacon of freedom. To live in this light of hope to the rest of the world. To be the most blessed of all who God has ever created. Every day, you appreciated things like the sunrise a little more. You were a little nicer to your neighbor. You reached out to old friends. It was the America of our forefathers. And frankly, I loved it.”

JB: “But it didn’t last. It was mere months until we were back to the blame America for what happened, blame the President, blame President Clinton, blame everyone except who was really responsible.”

JD: “Terrorists were responsible. They were responsible for crashing 3 planes into major buildings in US cities and killing over 3 thousand people.”

JB: “But they weren’t responsible for the fourth. They may have taken it over, but they didn’t crash it into a building. The didn’t kill more innocent people as they had intended. They crashed their plane out of desperation.”

JD: “They crashed it right there.”

[Jack points into the darkness. The camera zooms into the darkness as Jack continues to talk.]

JD: “They crashed it right there, in an empty field in western Pennsylvania because they had no choice.”

JB: “They had no choice because those passengers, those strangers, rose up to fight.”

JD: “They rose up to fight. Not so much for themselves, but for unknown strangers in an unknown target who had no way of fighting for themselves.”

JB: “They died much greater heroes than you or I, or any who will rise to speak their names today.”

JD: “America, is still, the land of the free, home of the brave, and the shining city on the hill, even in its darkest hours. Those people proved that. So as we toll the bell tonight, remembering those who died on 9/11, let’s not forget those who died that others might live on 9/11.”

JB: "Those on flight 93, the firemen and policemen who ran in when everyone else was running out, and those whose stories of heroism we will never know because their efforts came up just short."

JB: “Thanks Anthony.” [The camera fades as the third man puts his arm around the other two, and they walk into the darkness.]

# 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

[I hear them cheering before I ever hit the stage.]

“Sixty second Mr. Sloan!”

[The stage hand yells in my direction, he’s barely audible above the crowd. Honest to goodness I cannot fathom the reason they are cheering so loudly for me? After all I did lose.]

“Here you go Mr. Sloan!”

[Another stage hand delivers to me a microphone. The cool metal feels good in my grip, it is time to face the public.]

[My music hits, Symphony of Destruction, it describes me to the “t” or at least it used to. I’m feeling different about this world now, as if I am starting to understand that it is not about making them fear you as much as letting them find something to respect about you. ]

[The stage lights always blind me when I first hit the ramp, I give my eyes a few moments to adjust before I make my way to the ring. I can make out my name in the chants, it feels good to be called out like this. What in the hell made me think that being jeered was better?]

“MIKE THANK YOU!”

[For what, I mean I didn’t even bring home the trophy, I failed at what I wanted to do? Why would they cheer a loser? I come to those rope, the ones that have always separated the men from the boys. I enter into the proving grounds of life, in this squared circle the harsh facts of life are reveled. Good doesn’t always triumph over evil and sometimes it does not matter how hard you try, failure happens.]

[I make it to the center of the ring, I stand alone listening to my name.]

[I smile and they calm down when I left the microphone to my lips.]

“I’m sorry.”

[They hush.]

“I apologize to all of you…”

[I lose my smile.]

“To my teammates…”

[It hurts my gut to do this.]

“…And to Vince Webb.”

[I hear clapping, I raise my head and they are applauding me for this.]

“I just was not good enough to bring home the goods. My best, that night, just wasn’t the best in the world.”

[They stand up and begin to cheer my name again. I am baffled.]

“I know there is only so few times that I can be trusted to prove my worth to this place, to WCWA and the WfWA, and it seems that each time I am just an inch shy of proving myself . I am apart of the elite in the world of wrestling. I know this. But….”

[I pause in mid-sentence, there is a catch in my throat. A knot building up that I know if I don’t catch it, I am going to be emotional on live television and that can not happen.]

“…Each time I short you of an outstanding performance, it is a time that I cannot convert you into thinking that I am one of the greatest. Maybe, I am not all I am hyped up to be?”

[I don’t think that I am not the greatest, but my short comings at Summer Games can bring doubts to the world about me earning another World Title Shot. I have to convey to everyone that I know things like that can sway the committees thinking when it comes down to them drawing out their title shots.]

“Again. I am sorry about not showing the world that WCWA is the elite in the WFWA.”

[I lower my head and get near the ropes when I hear Vince’s music.]

Webb- Whoa, Mike, where you going pal?

[Well shit, now I know I’m in trouble.]

Webb- You promised me that you were going to bring this promotion home the goods. Where is it?

[Aight, now I am back in the center of the ring, I hope like hell he stays on the ramp. But, with every little step he inches his way into his ring. He steps into the ring with me, only an inch from my face. I can feel his hot, sticky breath on my cheek.]

Webb-Mike, you were this close to bringing home the goods from Summer Games. This close.

[He is speaking about the inch I was off when Styles his the floor after me.]

Webb- You didn’t deliver in the way you said you were Mike. But, what you did deliver on is one of the most spectacular performance that anyone in the WfWA has seen from anyone in WCWA…Bar None.

[My eyes meet his, his smile grows with every chant from the crowd.]

[Sloan. It started out quite and I could barely hear it for a moment, but it only took a moment for it to grow into a monster! SLOAN!]

Webb- You were an inch away from achieving your goal at Summer Games 8, but you and WCWA’s Team achieved everything I wanted just by showing up as a team. You might have lost the match, but Mike, you have gained everyone’s respect here.

[He offers out his hand, I take it. To here someone say this to me is great. I see the wrestlers come out from the back was even better. I spot Hanson, Easton , and White on the ramp. I see Burbank, Enheri, Zander, and Kinjo clapping as well. I feel a tear forming. What ever happens from here on, I am WCWA. I am the face of this ragged organization weather I am here or not. This is my new home.]

[I manage to choke back a set of tears as I bring the microphone to my lips.]

Sloan- Thank you. Easton, Hanson, and White, you were a great team to be apart of. The three of you actually showed me what it was like to be apart of a team. Thank you.

[It would be so unlike the Dark Horse if I didn’t toss out a challenge to those standing near me.]

Sloan- Vince, how do you like your Heavyweight title around Hobo’s waist. You don’t need to answer, it wasn’t meant for you to.

[I see Hobo waddle up to the front of the pack.]

Sloan- Because, it has been a solid minute since I have not had gold around my waist and to tell you the truth, it’s kind of getting old.

[I feel a smile coming on.]

Sloan- Next week, I am going to ratify that . Hobo versus Mike Sloan for the WCWA Heavyweight title. Write it down and show up next week to see me crowned WCWA champion. Hobo, you have one week, prepare.

[The crowd love it, I gave them everything and they respect it.]

[WCWA thank you.]

MJ: Folks what a way to start off our 9/11 show. 80 Proof reminding us of the sacrifices, that were made for our freedom. They reminded us of the horrific scene from not to many years ago. Mr. Vino and the wrestlers congratulating Mike Sloan.

SS: That’s right! We have 9/11 to think about, but we also have some bragging rights. Mike Sloan and Dan Easton beat the odds that were given to them and made it to the finals of Summer Games 8.

MJ: Sloan, almost had the brass ring, but Josh Styles got lucky as hell.

SS: Folks we have a show for you tonight and we hope you enjoy the show.

MJ: Then to top everything off, we are in our new Riot Center tonight. 8,000 fans are on hand to celebrate with us as we open this new building. What do we do?

MJ & SS: WE GET CRUNK!

SS: Let’s head to the ring for our first match.

ID: Ladies and gentlemen! Our first match of the evening pits Julian Fiasco against Justin Jones. The combatants are in the ring, and ready for battle.

[The two men started off a little slow. Each man cautious of the other. Fiasco finally got into a groove, and began to mount some serious offense. Jones is no punk as he hung in there the whole time. Fiasco went for a flying cross body, that was ducked under by Jones. Fiasco crashes and burns, and Jones shows that he knows what he’s doing.]

MJ: I expected more from this match than what we’ve seen.

SS: Yea, me to, but your drunk ass hasn’t seen much more, than the bottom of that damn bottle under the table.

MJ: I’m tired of you, trying to expose me every damn week.

SS: What you gonna do about it, punk!

MJ: Let me drink on it, and I’ll get back with you.

[Jones with a cobra clutch to add more insult to injury on Fiasco. Fiasco almost faded out of existence, but he managed to get to the ropes some kind of way. A miss with a drop kick cost Jones the advantage he had. The fans begin to scream, as we see LIONS FC coming down the ramp.]

SS: Business just picked up. The WCWA Tag Champs are in the arena.

MJ: They aren’t on the card tonight, but I guess they decided they were needed.

[Neither man in the ring has paid any attention to the tag champs coming to ringside. Shaw and Wheldon, grab Fiasco by the ankles as he’s standing near the ropes. They drag him out of the ring and begin to whip his ass, literally.]

SS: LIONS FC have taken leather belts, and they are laying it on Julian Fiasco.

MJ: Look coming through the crowd. It’s Reign of Pain.

SS: Look at Jones leaning over the ropes laughing at Fiasco.

MJ: I don’t think he’ll be laughing for long.

[Reign of Pain slide into the ring, and they lay a full frontal attack on Justin Jones. Jones didn’t see it coming as ROP scooped him up for a double belly to back suplex.]

MJ: LIONS FC are pulling Fiasco up the ramp, while still laying the leather to his ass.

SS: ROP grabbed chairs, and cracked Jones wide open in the ring.

[The tag champs finally look back toward the ring, as ROP look out toward the ramp. Both teams stare each other down as we go to a ......]

For a few days now, rumors have been circling that Peter Gilmore would be making his return to the West Coast Wrestling Association tonight. A hard pill to swallow, the Master of Pain has not been someone that the rest of the roster has become comfortable with having around. Loud and obnoxious, and not to mention annoying as hell, Gilmore has stepped into the WCWA and made his presence known.

Cynthia Smith, and her nose for breaking news, wants to be the first person to get the exclusive scoop from Gilmore himself. Camped out at the main entrance for the last few hours, she has grown restless and really just wants to give up on him like everyone else has.

That is, until the door opens and she hops up to look into the chest of a man dressed in black. She tilts her head back a bit to look up at the figure standing before her.

Cynthia Smith: Never seen you around here before.

Mystery Man: And that should matter to me why?

With a shrug of her shoulders, Cynthia shakes her head.

Cynthia Smith: Not really sure, I was just wondering I guess.

Mystery Man: Well then, if all you're going to do is waste my time, then please remove yourself from my path so that I may be on my way.

Puzzled by the strange tone in his voice, Cynthia persists.

Cynthia Smith: I'm sorry, but are you British?

Mystery Man: No.

Rubbing her chin, Cynthia continues.

Cynthia Smith: I'ts just that.. Well, you sound like you're from England or London.

Mystery Man: Riiiight. Look, I'm here to see Mr. Vino, so if you'll excuse me.

And with that, the mystery man eases his way past Cynthia and continues on his way.

Cynthia Smith: I'm not waiting here anymore. I'm thirsty, and my butt is sore from all of the sitting around I've been doing.

Cameraman: You sure that's why?

Cynthia slaps at the camera, and after a few seconds, as the cameraman regains his grip on the high priced piece of equipment, she turns on her heel and walks off toward catering.

Frustrated after spending nearly an hour waiting to get the exclusive on Peter Gilmore, she just cannot take it anymore and needs to go grab something to drink.

We need to return to ringside.

MJ: I don't know who that big guy was but.....

SS: He's probably just another punk as wanna be, trying to make it in this sport. He'll fade away like all the rest.

[Commercial for the new WCWA Riot Center.]

[Backstage]

[Four of the six women that were seen with Dan Easton are knocking on the locker room of 80 Proof.]

JB: Come in!

[The ladies walk in, and we know see they are strippers. Dan Easton has hired strippers to keep 80 Proof from helping Hobo out tonight.]

JD: Let's get this party started!

[A large guy that looks to weigh about 500 pounds has just put a chair in front of 80 Proof's locker room and he's blocking the door. No can get in or out.]

MJ: I'm going to back with them.

SS: Sit yo ass down! We’re back, and I don’t know what to say about what we just saw.

MJ: I do! People got their asses kicked, that’s what you can say about it. When was the last time, you saw someone get a whipping like Julian Fiasco received from the tag champs.

SS: What about that stare down between the champs and ROP?

MJ: I don’t know, only time will tell. Let’s head to the ring for our next matchup.

The Einheri is already in the ring when...

1...

2...

3... Hit it!

"Super Bad" by James Brown blasts over the PA system as red and blue lights flash at alternating times. Rizzo comes out just as a spotlight shines on the entrance. He stands there for a moment to soak in all of the boos and jeers. He raises his bloody chair in the air, enraging the crowd even more. Rizzo lowers the chair and then he makes his way to the ring. He climbs in and once again he raises the chair. Rizzo hands the ref the chair and he readies himself for the match. He looks up at The Einheri who looks back down at him with a scowl. Rizzo bounces into the ropes and comes back with the flying elbow smash. The referee calls for the bell. The Einheri is barely moved, so Rizzo bounces back into the ropes and drop kicks a knee of his opponent.

Mario Jackson- Rizzo's picked the right offensive against The Einheri, take him down by the legs.

Sylvia Sanchez- You're an idiot, he just didn't get that idea. It's obvious. He's a big guy, he's a small guy, cut him down to size.

Rizzo applies a side headlock onto his much larger opponent, The Einheri shoves him into the ropes and drops him with a heavy clothesline. He jerks up Rizzo and drops him back down with a back body suplex. The Einheri flows around and begins to ready himself to lock in his version of the camel clutch, but Rizzo gives him a back elbow before he can even grab him. Rizzo gets to his feet and gives The Einheri a boot to the gut, Rizzo applies the front face lock and goes for a snap suplex but The Einheri blocks and suplexs Rizzo up into the air, holding him there for a moment before dropping him down. He goes for the pin...

Mario Jackson- 1....2.... No, Rizzo puts his foot on the bottom rope.

The Einheri grabs Rizzo by the head and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He goes to the other side and takes a running start at him, going for the big boot, but Rizzo rolls out of the way and Einheri almost hits the turnbuckle. Rizzo fires off a few open hand slaps and chops before grabbing The Einheri by the arm and twisting it around and then down. Rizzo does it again, trying to dislocate his shoulder but on the third attempt The Einheri shoves him away. Rizzo comes back grabs The Einheri by the side and manages to nail him with a belly to side flip suplex. He goes for the pin, 1....2.... No, it's not enough to bring the big man down. Rizzo jumps right back up and begins to put the boots to his opponent. The referee tells him to take it easy but Rizzo ignores the call even as The Einheri begins to crawl to his feet. Rizzo stops the offensive of boots and goes back to a few chops directed as high up as he can manage. Rizzo gives The Einheri a good kick to the knee that causes him to buckle. He grabs his opponent and goes for a DDT but The Einheri grabs hold of him and modifies it into a sidewalk slam. The Einheri spares no time in jerking up Rizzo and tossing him back down with a fallaway slam. In almost a confident way he pins Rizzo with out hooking the leg, 1....2.... Rizzo kicks out.

Mario Jackson- Maybe if The Einheri hooked the leg this match would be over.

Sylvia Sanchez- Yeah, but maybe he's just toying with Rizzo.

Mario Jackson- How do you figure?

Sylvia Sanchez- I'm not even going to bother to explain.

The Einheri yanks Rizzo back up and grabs him by the throat. He pulls him up for the slam, but Rizzo chops the shoulder dropping the attempt. The Einheri drops Rizzo and capitalizing on his own counter, Rizzo nails the rotating fireman's crazy slam, The Flying Dutchman. He goes for the pin 1....2.... No, The Einheri kicks out. Rizzo shakes his head as he pulls up his opponent, he tosses him into the ropes, The Einheri bounces back and Rizzo gives him the drop toe hold. Rizzo flows around and begins to apply the Camel Clutch. The Einheri struggles to get out of the hold as Rizzo locks the hold in harder and deeper. The referee checks on The Einheri who begins to muscle his way out of the hold. Rizzo drops one of the arms and begins to hammer away at his chest. The Einheri braces himself with his free arm and manages to toss Rizzo off of him. Both men rise but The Einheri fires off the first offense with a heavy punch. Rizzo stumbles back and reals back with a punch of his own. The two trade back and forth until Rizzo changes plans and hits a barrage of knife edge chops followed by a snap suplex. He goes for the pin....1.....2.... No!

Sylvia Sanchez- I'm surprised that Rizzo has managed to last this long.

Mario Jackson- Huh, Why? He's a former Gold Rush Champion.

Sylvia Sanchez- I know that. It's just that hellacious bender he went through a month ago, I don't think you could have even handled all that drinking.

Rizzo pulls The Einheri up for another suplex but he breaks the hold and grabs Rizzo by his throat with both hands and promptly slams him down. Rizzo tries to get up but The Einheri takes his spot and begins to lifting knees into Rizzo's midsection. He pulls him up from the doubled over position and jackknifes him down. The crowd begins to boo heavily as The Einheri just grabs Rizzo, ignores the pin and tosses him chest first into the turnbuckle.

Mario Jackson- This spells disaster for Rizzo.

Rizzo stays chest first into the turnbuckle, trying to get a breath of air but The Einheri grabs him in an inverted death valley driver and spikes him down on his head.

Sylvia Sanchez- Oh! Such a vicious move, I can't even pronounce what it is, but it's vicious.

Mario- Mjölnir. He's going for that pin again....

1.....

2.....

Mario Jackson-It's all over.

Sylvia Sanchez- Damn.

MJ: The Einheri is letting us know, that he’s back, and he’s still hungry for that WCWA title.

SS: What now?

[Dan has paid two attractive college girls to give both Wang Chung and Calabaza Del Demonio free drinks at ring side. The drinks having been laced with fast acting sleeping pills prior to being taken ring side.]

MJ: Easton is making sure, this is a fair match for himself tonight.

SS: I don't know, but he's smart as hell for doing this.

[Commercial for WCWA’s December Super Card entitled “Holiday Disaster!”]

SS: This is the match I’ve been waiting on. Mike Sloan vs Niccoli Burbank.

MJ: Yea, this should be a damn good match up. Sloan is hot coming off Summer Games 8, but Burbank is looking to prove that he should be in title contention.

ID: Ladies and gentlemen! This next contest pits this year's runner up in the Summer Games finals. A man that stands 6'2" and weighs in at 245 pounds. He's a former WWA World Champion. He is.....

[Fans are actually cheering.]

ID: "The Darkhorse" Mike Sloan!

[Sloan makes his way to the ring in haste, seemingly enjoying the adoration from the fans.]

ID: And his opponent tonight. A man that's been well documented throughout the WWA. A man standing at 6'4" and weighing in at 267 pounds. You know him as Heatwave.

[Fans are booing.]

ID: He is Niccoli Burbank!

[There is nothing slow about either of these two warriors. Sloan and Burbank are both trying to gain the momentum early in this matchup. Neither man is willing to give an inch. Sloan showing some veteran experience with a kick to the mid section and applying a snap suplex. Burbank showing his strength, basically shakes off the effects of that snap suplex.]

MJ: Oh my goodness! That hurt me, but Niccoli is shaking it off.

SS: This ain't the curtain jerker set we're watching now. These two guys are truly professional.

MJ: The action started off fast paced, but how long will it last.

SS: I don't know, but I'm enjoying the hell out of it now.

[Burbank gets an advantage, and he's trying to wear Sloan down. The action is going back and forth. Burbank with a jumping shoulderblock as Sloan comes off the ropes. Sloan slumps to the mat, like he was nailed by a Mac truck. Niccoli keeps the advantage for a while, but makes a mistake in the corner with a missed splash. Sloan, after getting out of the way, bounces off the ropes and nails Niccoli with an inverted bulldog. The fans are loving the action, but the wrestlers are giving each other hell. Sloan mounts an offense of several technical moves. He's used a double underhook suplex that was executed perfectly. Sloan missed a clothesline as Burbank ducked, and stopped quick to grab Sloan and drop him with a neckbreaker.]

SS: What are you crying for?

MJ: I want to go to 80 Proof's locker room.

SS: Screw that, if you want to go back there and get sat on by that lard ass, then go!

MJ: Hell I was going to give him a twinkie to get in. Got to pay, before you can play.

SS: And you sound gay!

[Sloan tries to get up, but Burbank is on the attack. Lefts and rights to the head, and he goes for a cover that's broken at the count of 2. Burbank is upset at the count and argues with the ref. That gives Sloan a chance to get back into the match. Burbank turns and catches a running knee lift to the mid section, that doubles him over. Sloan right back with another running knee lift that finds it's mark. Sloan goes to the well one time to many as Burbank moves and legs sweep Sloan. Burbank scoops Sloan up into a spinning power slam. His sadistic mind comes into play as he nails Sloan with a release powerbomb in the corner. We see a signal from Burbank and he nails the Black Furnace Driver.]

MJ: The Black Furnace Driver, Burbanks sit out double underhook piledriver.

SS: That has to be it.

ID: Winner of the contest.....Niccoli Burbank!

SS: Sloan is still burned out from Summer Games, but he gave a valiant effort.

MJ: Yes he did!

[The fans are booing the hell out of Burbank as he makes his way up the ramp.]

[Sloan is up to his feet and pointing at Burbank with a smile on his face. The fans begin cheering for Sloan and he shouts.]

Sloan: This isn't over!

SS: I don't know if Mike's change is real, but the fans are eating it up.

MJ: They don't call him the Darkhorse for nothing.

[Commercial for the replay of Summer Games 8.]

SS: It's time for the first title defense of Yukio Kinjo the X-Factor champion.

MJ: I like watching this guy. He's a silent assassin.

The lights in the arena go out as the crowd comes to a silence as they anticipate who is going to make there way to the ring. The announcers make a comment about how the WcWA hasn't paid its power bill. Suddenly a voice bellows over the PA system and threw out the arena

WELCOME TO THE ZANDER ZONE

Pyros fire across the stage causing smoke to roll down the ramp and out into the crowd. A spotlight shines over the entrance as Bodies by Drowning pool blares over the PA system. Devon steps out from behind the curtain as the crowd erupts into boos. Devon lifts his sunglasses off his eyes and surveys the crowd smiling at them as they boo him. Devon almost appears to feed off the negative reaction he recieves from the crowd. Devon makes his way slowly down towards the ring stopping every so often to survey the crowd and repay there boos with a cocky arrogant smile.

ID: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the challenger. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 325 pounds, Devon Zander!!!”

Devon enters the ring and makes his way over to the turnbuckles climbing up onto the second one and motioning to the crowd by running his hands across his waist to signal he wants the title

MJ: “Let’s see if Zander brought his A-game in this rematch.”

SS: “Since he showed off his C- game the last time these two met.”

ID: : And his opponent…from the land of the rising sun. He weighs in at 205 pounds… and he IS, the WCWA X-Factor Champion….Yukio Kinjo!

[Kinjo is led to the ring by Baxter and Nicanor. They walk him down as he looks around, but the look of overwhelming fear is gone from his eyes. He seems to draw strength from the belt around his waist.. Baxter and Nicanor keep talking to him, giving him last minute instructions. Kinjo enters the ring.]

Early Match: Kinjo out-manuevers Zander at every turn. Using a series of kicks and elbow strikes, he is able to rock the much larger challenger. Pressing the advantage, he finally drops Zander with a standing side kick.

MJ: “Zander may need to count his teeth when he wakes up to make sure they are all there!”

SS: “Have you heard Zander on the mic? I’m not sure he can count to 32.”

MJ: “Too bad he’s not related to YOUR family. He’d only have to count to 9.”

Mid Match: Kinjo drags Zander up and lock in a front face lock. As he cinches deeper, it appears he might go for the Guillatine Choke. Before he’s able to do that, Zander powers him up and tosses him out to the floor like a lawn dart. Zander works Kinjo over on the outside, slamming him into the railing and the ring apron. He uses a bear hug to wear down Kinjo before rolling him back inside. Once inside, he opens up on the champion, using a series of clotheslines, suplexes and finally, the big boot to set up his finisher, the Zander Zone.

MJ: “This could be it! We could have a new champion here tonight on Riot!”

SS: “Might not be the only one tonight!”

Match Finish: Zander picks Kinjo up on his shoulders. As he swings him around for the Zander Zone, Kinjo’s foot connects solidly with the ref’s head. Kinjo and the ref both fall in a heap. As the ref is down Devon takes advantage of the situation and heads out of the ring and grabs a chair. He slides the chair under the ropes but Yukio beats him to it because Zander had to mouth off to pretty much everyone at ringside. Devon stays out of the ring as Yukios managers shout orders to him distracting him for a moment from Devon, Devon quickly slides under the ropes and as Yukio turns around holding the chair up Devon hits him with a big boot causing the chair to hit smack Yukio is the face. Devon would then quickly slide the chair out of the ring and then pick up the ref bringing him to. As the groggy ref comes to Devon hits Yukio with the Zander Zone and makes the pin.

ID: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner, and NEW X-Factor Champion, Devon Zander!!!!

[The crowd boos loudy, and Zander gets a garbage shower on his way to the back.]

[Commercial for Pete Gilmour NeW T-shirt.]

MJ: What time is it folks?

Fans: It's MAIN EVENT TIME!

SS: I didn't hear you!

Fans: IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME!

MJ: What do we do in our main event?

FANS: WE GET CRUNK!

ID: And crunk is what we be! This is the main event of the evening, and it's for the WCWA Heavyweight Title. First the champion....

"Mas Tequila" by Sammy Hagar hits the PA system. Out stumbles The Hobo with a bottle of beer in a brown paper bag clenched in his hand and the heavyweight title strapped around his waist. He lifts his arm into the hair with the bagged bottle as the crowd roars in approval. Edward slowly goes down the rampway towards the ring giving fans slaps and other quick greetings, Calabaza Del Demonio slowly follows. The Hobo slides into the ring and mounts the turnbuckle as he takes a drag off of his booze. He takes another moment on the turnbuckle to look over the crowd holding up the heavyweight title belt. He gives a nod as he hands the bottle off to Calabaza on the outside. Edward drops down to the canvas and raises the title above his head before allowing the entrance to stop.

ID: The challenger....Dan Easton.....

["Faith is Blind" by Black Label Society begins to play through out the arena.]

[Dan Easton in his signature red singlet, red boots, red knee pads and single red elbow pad on his 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 pauses to lift the apron and look under it for some reason, then slides in under the bottom rope and rises to his feet, prepared to do battle.]

[Easton is hot off the presses as he immediately slaps, and then kicks White in the midsection. An even flo DDT to the champ, and I think we can say Easton is pissed about his loss from Summer Games. The offense from the start so far has been all Easton, but one crucial mistake seems to have the tide turning. White off the ropes after ducking a clothesline, and he nails a drop kick to the thigh area, that takes Easton off his feet. White quick to the attack, as he plants a few quick kicks to the kidney area of Dan Easton. A pull of the hair by White to get Easton to a standing position, and we are given the pleasure of a text book fireman's carry into a pinning position. A count of one, as Easton kicks out with force, to show us, it's too damn early to take him out. The action goes back and forth for a while with neither man having a clear cut advantage over the other.]

MJ: This is a great technical match up so far. All of those moves and counters have to be wearing them down.

SS: You forget, these guys are in far better shape than your drunk ass.

MJ: That may be so, but they can do it like me.

[White off the top rope with a cork screw plancha, and he nails it in perfect execution. Easton has been taking a beating to the kidney area, but White has taken a beating to his legs and lower back. When ever Easton gets an opening, he's been attacking the back and legs of the Hobo. That cover from White, only got a two count. Easton with a second wind, nails a forearm shot the face of White. A quick kip up and we see Dan Easton with a butterfly suplex on White. The ring shakes with the powerful execution of this move. Easton lays on a figure four leg lock, and White is screaming in pain. The earlier attacks, now compiled with this submission move is almost to much to bare. White is not a quiter, as he struggles toward the ropes. After a hard fought struggle, and enduring much pain, he makes it. The ref calls for a break of the hold. Easton releases, and quickly lunges forward wtih an elbow to the thigh area. Talk about adding insult to injury. Easton goes for another elbow, but White with the presence of mind, rolls out of the way. Mr. funny bone is hurting now, as Easton shows in his facial expression. White slow to his feet, but sound in mind, blocks an oncoming punch. Easton with a knee to the mid section, and a quick hip toss for a cover, with his forearm planted across the face of White. White with a close call kick out just before three.]

SS: Easton wants this title bad.

MJ: White wants to keep it just as bad.

SS: 80 Proof was heard in the back, trying to get out of their locker room, but the fat man isn't moving.

MJ: Look at Chung and Demonio, still out from those laced drinks.

SS: I'm wondering what Easton was looking for under that ring.

[Both men have taken short cuts, seemingly one trying to out do the other. White with a hurricanranna that shoots Easton into the corner. Bronco buster that misses Easton, but catches the groin of White. Easton is dazed and White has blue balls. Both men are slow to get to their feet. This match has taken it's toll on both guys. A running lariat hits hit's mark from the champ, but Easton doesn't go down. He's wobbling, but he's still on his feet. White with a kick to the kidney area, and we all fall down. Easton rolls out of the ring, and slumps near the floor. White over, and sticks his head through the ropes to pull Easton back into the ring. A punch to the sternum, and a neckbreaker from Easton that pulls White through the ropes and out to the floor. White has be out of it, from that move. Easton crawls under the ring and makes his way out on the other side. He has something in his hand, but he leaves it right at the edge of the ring. Easton back over to White, and he rolls White back in. White is groggy, but he has enough ring presence to see Easton climbing on the apron, and he baseball slides him by attacking his ankles. The ref pushes White back and goes to check on Easton. Easton is under the ring again and shows up behind White on the opposite side. The ref is looking for Easton, when.....]

ZAP!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Easton zaps White with a stun gun. Easton hops into the ring, and nails White with a release German suplex. Easton to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with High Times.....]

MJ: It's over! It's over! Dan Easton with his top turnbuckle moon saught, and there is no way White is getting up from that.

SS: Listen to your little cheerleading ass. Easton did nail that bitch.

[The ref counts.]

ID: Your winner and new WCWA Heavyweight Champion.....Dan Easton!

MJ: He can't truly celebrate, because next show, he has to get into the ring with Mike Sloan.

SS: That's true, and you know White is going to want his rematch. So welcome to being the new guy with the target on his back.

MJ: Folks we'll see you next show.

SS: Be cool!