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[Outside the Staples Center around 5 pm. Fans are already showing up, as we see Mr. Vino and Mr. X standing outside the doors looking suspicious.]

Vino: Where is he?

X: I don’t know, but I told him what time to be here.

Vino: You know we can’t afford this building. That’s why I told you to pay your cousin to let us in while he’s cleaning up.

X: He’s here, there his car is over there.

Vino: He needs to hurry up, because these fans are already showing up.

[X’s cousin opens the door with mop in his hand.]

Cousin: Hey, you guys have my money?

Vino: Yea, hurry up before the cops or somebody comes by and wonders what all these people are doing standing outside.

X: Here is your money.

[X hands his cousin $1,000 to let them use the Staples Center for the WCWA PPV.]

Vino: Folks the doors are now open.

[Vino and X get in the ticket booths and collect the money from the fans as they enter.]

SS: I thought Vino had made arrangements with the owners for us to use this place tonight. Hell I need to find where I can change clothes.

MJ: Just come in the men’s room with me and change.

SS: You wish!

MJ: You damn straight….

[2 hours later in a jammed packed Staples Center.]

# BOOM

# Let's get CRUNK!

# CRUNK!

# BOOM BOOM

# Let's Get CRUNK!

# Gettin' crunk is what we do

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

# Fighting and scufflin'

# Body slammin' and face bustin'

# Just to make the crowd say YAY YAY!

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

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

# Every wrestler doing their best.

# To make the grade and pass the test.

# To reach the highest grade.

# Da Heavyweight title of the WCWA.

# BOOM

# BOOM BOOM

# Cause

# We Get Crunk

# In Cali Forn i a

# Not for the gangsta's

# But for the WCWA

# Spending my water bill money

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

# I've just got to be there

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

# Slappin da mat

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

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

# GETTIN' CRUNK

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

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

Together: We be gettin' CRUNK

SS: Tonight here, live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California we present….

MJ: March Madness baby……Crowning Glory. All of the titles of the WCWA will be on the line.

SS: Yes, we will crown our first WCWA Heavyweight Champion.

MJ: The Goldrush title will be decided as well.

SS: We will find out what team will go on to be the first every WCWA Tag Team Champions.

[The arena goes dark. Suddenly a spot light shines on the entrance ramp]

MJ: Oh snap! Look at this!

SS: It can’t be. No, he left for good.

MJ: It’s him alright. I know I need a damn drink now.

SS: Mike Sloan in the WCWA! What in the hell was Vino thinking?

[Sloan has made his way out to the entrance ramp. He stands there gazing at the fans that have packed the Staples Center. A smirk on his face, let’s everyone know, he’s still the DARKHORSE of the WWA. As the fans quiet down, he begins to speak.]

It’s been a long time.

[The chilling sensation that’s running along your spine, that’s the clue that lets you know that greatness is present.]

Two years of healing. Licking my wounds. Of pretending that I left my legacy in the hands of those who could write the history books and not leave out a name such as mine.

[There he stands before the audience of the WWA speaking like he’s done so many times before.]

I left it in the hands of the fans, my peers , and the world. I left my resume with some of the greatest fans a superstar will ever know!

[Slim smile stretches across the Forgotten One’s face.]

Or so I thought. It was a simple matter of placing me among the greats, the founders, the heroes and villains of the WWA, but you couldn’t because the memory span of the WWA is about two weeks or the last champion, which ever happens first.

[There are boos from the audience.]

I’ve walked through all the completion here in the WWA. Left, walked through it and left it for dead again. Captured the WWA Title twice and left it in the ring twice. All I cared for was that small amount of respect that I was owed and received a pat on the back and was told nice to know ya but, get the hell out.

[Disgust.]

Without me! Without the first in the WWA, there would be no Blasier. No world champion Christian Light. But, you all take it for granted that this place will go on existing. Never knowing that it takes people like me. Like Eric Dane, to make this place worthy of existing. Fuck your Cage’s, your Mitsuya Li’s, Red Dragon’s. Worthless pieces of shit compared to the things that I have lost here in the WWA.

[Lightly.]

But, here I am. Back, reborn, resurrected, and reading to feed again upon the talentless WWA.

[With that spoken. The arena turns black.]

SS: Oh my goodness. Mike Sloan is truly back on the wrestling scene.

MJ: Well it’s not like the old days. He’s talking down people, but can he step up after two years and hold his own?

SS: Good question you drunken bastard. Only time will tell though.

[Backstage we find Cynthia Smith in all her beauty.]

[She has her eyes focused on her target as he approaches.]

Cynthia: Dan? Dan Easton?

[Dan turns with a smile.]

Dan: Yes?

Cynthia: Do you have a few words for your upcoming match? Anything you want to share?

Dan: The time for talk is done, it's time to fight. As for anything I'd like to share...

[Dan's smile widens.]

Dan: Why don't you find me a little later after my match, I'll have plenty to share then.

[Dan reaches up, gently caresses Cynthia's cheek and walks off as Cynthia face uncontrollably turns a vibrant shade of red.]

MJ: Damn, I thought I was gonna tap dat ass. Dan Easton is a PIMP!

SS: You couldn’t stay hard long enough to tap anybody’s ass.

MJ: Bend over bitch and find out.

[Sylvia slaps the hell out of Mario.]

SS: You little bastard!

MJ: [Rubbing his face] Damn! That hurt! Give me my bottle as we got to Issac for the next match.

ID: This match for the number one contender to the Gold Rush Title. Kip Kutler is already in the ring awaiting his opponents.

ID: 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

ID: "From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He weighs in at 236 pounds...."

Better than you
Better than you [Jason]
Better than you
Better than you [Jason]

ID: "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: The final opponent for this match, weighs in at 240 pounds and stands 6’ 4”. He is…..DAN EASTONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

[As Dan Easton made his way out, R J Harris came out and wished him well in his match up.]

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

[Dan Easton in his signature red singlet, boots, knee and single elbow bad on left elbow, steps through the entrance way. He pears 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.]

DING

SS: Kutler doesn’t give a damn about anybody being a former superstar as he clotheslines the hell out of Easton.

MJ: Brooks follows up on Kutler with a Russian leg sweep and a short elbow drop to the throat area.

SS: Easton shaking off the effects of the clothesline and catches Brooks in an arm bar hold. He quickly switches up to an irish whip and catches Brooks coming off the ropes with a flying clothesline.

MJ: Kutler is back up and back in the action as he nails the fallen Brooks with a baseball slide. I’ve never seen anyone do that to someone inside the ring.

SS: That’s why this is the WCWA baby. Kutler up and ducks and boot from Easton and reaches back and nails Dan with a neckbreaker. Brooks pulling himself to his feet on the ropes. Kip racing over to Brooks, but Brooks ducks and elevates Kutler over the top rope and to the floor.

MJ: Brooks to the far side and races back and pushes off the back of Dan Easton as he’s getting up and leaps over the ropes and nails Kip Kutler with a cross body splash on the outside.

[Fans are cheering WCWA….WCWA….WCWA….]

SS: Easton shaking his head at that move and letting Brooks and Kutler lay out on the floor as the ref counts.

MJ: That’s a veteran move. Let them wear themselves out while he rest.

SS: Brooks is back to his feet and rolls Kutler into the ring. Easton with stomps to the back of Kip, as Brooks is on the apron.

MJ: Dan over to Tony Brooks, but Brooks uses the ropes to leap over and roll Easton up for a cover.

SS: Dan kicked out! It’s to early in the match to get more than a one count on a vet like Easton.

MJ: Kutler still shaky after that splash from Brooks on the outside. He has enough awareness to duck from the charging Tony Brooks and Brooks meets the turnbuckles.

SS: Kutler with fist of fury on Brooks kidney area in the corner. Easton going for a splash on Kutler from behind, but Kutler moves and Easton crashes into Brooks.

MJ: Kip is pretty sharp in that ring. Kip charging in and splashes both Easton and Brooks in the corner. Both men are down as Kutler takes turns kicking away at both me.

SS: Knee to the chest of Brooks and Kutler goes for the cover.

SS: NO KICK OUT! Brooks had enough to kick out before the three count.

MJ: Kip angry about not getting the three there is caught in a gut wrench suplex from Dan. Easton over to Brooks quickly and kicks him in the chest and executes an underhook suplex.

SS: Dan is trying to get something going now. He’s showing those vet skills as he’s back on Brooks quickly and locking in an armbar submission hold. Brooks in pain as he’s trying to get to where he can get out of it.

MJ: No need, Kip back up and drop kicks Easton in the legs. Kutler like a madman as he’s pounding on the left leg of Easton with constant rights. Brooks favoring his arm and shoulder area is trying to get back to his feet.

SS: Kutler over to Brooks as he’s pulling himself up on the ropes and whips him to the far side. As Brooks bouces off, Kutler reaches up and grabs a handful of hair and slings Brooks face first to the mat.

MJ: Easton favoring that left leg is trying to get the blood flowing through there again. Kutler over to Easton and Easton with an eye poke. Dan trying to get back into this match and he’s doing whatever it takes.

SS: Brooks slow to get to his feet again, but he has enough to reach up and plant Kip’s jaw on top of his head and drop down damn near breaking Kip Kutler’s jaw. Everyone is pulling out all the stops in this match.

[Fans are cheering at that move.]

MJ: That had a little effect on Brooks to. Easton is walking off the pain in his leg as Brooks has pulled himself to his feet. Kutler on one knee, holding his jaw. Brooks over to Dan and they begin trading lefts and rights. Kip up now and all three men are going round and round trading blows with each other.

SS: Easton ducking and executing an Atomic drop on Kutler, and Brooks follows through with a clothesline on Kutler. Brooks picking Kutler up and executing a dragon screw leg whip to Kutler. Brooks and Easton pull Kutler to his feet. They look at each other and send him to the ropes. As Brooks was preparing to drop kick Kutler, Easton catches Brooks in a waistlock and suplexes the hell out of him.

MJ: Kutler bouncing off the ropes, leaps and catches Easton with a forearm shot to the face.

[Fans are livid as the action is seemingly turned up once more.]

SS: Kutler with a spring board leg drop off the middle rope to the back of the neck of Easton. Brooks with a knee lift on Kutler as he’s getting back to his feet. Brooks with a cover on Dan.

MJ: Easton kicks out in the nick of time. Kutler catches Brooks and plants him with a full nelson slam. He drops an elbow on Easton for good measure as he covers Brooks.

SS: OH no…… Tony Brooks is able to kick out and this match continues. Kutler pulling both men to their feet and goes for a double head butt smash, but Easton blocks it and smashes Kutler’s and Brooks’ heads together.

MJ: Easton lifting Kutler up and grabbing his leg, drops Kutler’s leg across his knee. He holds on and jerks on Kutler’s leg, right before he kicks him in the rear thigh area twice. Brooks with a tackle to Easton and is up quickly and drops three quick elbows to the chest area.

SS: Kutler is holding that leg as he’s trying to get up, but Brooks over to him and stomps on that left leg. He grabs the leg and turns Kip over and lifts the leg up and smashes it knee first into mat.

MJ: Brooks and Easton are trying to tear Kutler’s leg off. Brooks lifting up again and smashing it down to the mat again as Kip screams out in pain this time.

SS: He’s going for it again, but Easton clips Brooks from behind and locks on an STF. Brooks screaming as he’s trying to get to the ropes. Kutler is down holding his leg. Brooks with great upper body strength is pulling closer to the ropes.

[Fans are cheering Brooks on.]

MJ: Brooks almost to the ropes as Kutler is hopping over and goes for an elbow to Easton, but Dan sees it coming and releases the hold and Kutler catches Brooks with the elbow.

SS: I’m sure Kip didn’t care who he hit with it, he just wanted to hit someone.

MJ: Easton pulling Kip to his feet and vertical suplex is perfectly executed. Dan back on the leg with a spinning toe hold as Kutler is in much pain.

SS: Easton releases the hold and pulls Kutler up and sets him up in a brainbuster position. He’s holding him………….He’s holding him…………….

MJ: DAN just planted the hell out of Kip Kutler with that brainbuster.

[Fans chanting WCWA……………..WCWA………….WCWA]

SS: It’s certainly crunk in here tonight. Easton back over to Brooks who’s still in pain. He pulls Brooks up and nails an over head belly to belly suplex and Brooks head hits hard.

MJ: Easton up on the top rope and ………………………………..

SS: High Times……….Easton’s version of a top rope monsault, and he nails Tony Brooks.

MJ: He’s going for the cover.

SS: Kutler is trying to crawl over and make the save.

ID: Your winner of this number one contendership match for the Gold Rush Title is……….DAN EASTONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

MJ: The old dude came back strong.

SS: All three men put on a good showing here tonight though.

Sanchez: What a night we’re having so far.

Jackson: That’s for sure. But now.

Hit it!

(Mario Jackson is interrupted mid sentence by “Super Bad” by James Brown.)

Jackson: What is this?

Sanchez: I don’t know, but I like the song!

(A guy emerges from the back, unknown to the WCWA. He has on jeans, blue Converse Chuck Taylor All Star sneakers, and a t-shirt that reads “Thousands of my potential children died on your daughter’s face last night.” He is also carrying a chair in his left hand. He makes his way to the ring, looking down on crowd members as if they are nothing. He climbs in the ring and gets a mic.)

Man: Good evening bitches. Tonight, you are witnessing history. No, I’m not talking about this crapfest called a Pay Per View. The matches you’ve seen so far are nothing but exercises in mediocrity. But right here, right now, you are privy to the birth of greatness in the WCWA, courtesy of yours truly, Rizzo!

Jackson: So THIS is the new lightweight named Rizzo. I can tell you right now that I don’t like his attitude one bit.

Sanchez: What’s wrong Mario? Are you jealous of someone with a spine?

Rizzo: Tonight I come to you with a simple message. This message is for the rest of the roster as well as all of you mental midgets in the crowd. My name is Rizzo, and I’m going to single-handedly carry this company on my back. There’s not a soul in the back that I’ve seen is capable of doing it. Lord knows the company could use some REAL leadership. So ladies, bow down and recognize greatness. And if you refuse to show me the proper respect, you’ll be immortalized on this chair.

(Rizzo raises the chair to a chorus of boos.)

Rizzo: Enjoy the rest of the show, if you can.

(“Super Bad” by James Brown plays again as Rizzo makes his way to the back. The hostile crowd boos him all the way back. )

Sanchez: Well, it looks like we finally have a man with a plan.

Jackson: He has a lot of nerve, accomplishing nothing in WCWA yet saying he’s going to carry the company on his back. His arrogance will certainly get the best of him.

Sanchez: Oh shut up you yellow bastard.

MJ: Let’s go to Issac as he announces the next match.

ID: Our next match is a triple threat match. Already in the ring are J C Hawke and JJ “3J” Jarone.

ID: There opponent……

[The lights in the arena go black. Fans flash their cameras for the visual effect. Suddenly, a explosion comes from the tron and rampway scaring everyone in sight. The beginning chords of PAINKILLER by Judas Priest begins to play over the PA system as the lovely Ashley Marie comes out to the rampway dressed in a hot and sexy red halter top showing off her goodies and black jeans. She flashes a sinister smile as she points to the curtain as the first verse of the song plays on the PA as The XTREME ICON Peter Gilmour heads out to the middle of the ramp. He is wearing his traditional long black cloak with hood. Peter has a "X" on his hood and "PBK" on the sides. He and Ashley then go midway down the ramp and then throw up an "X" symbol with their arms as fire emits from the rampway. They then go to the ring. Ashley gets in the ring ala Melina and Peter goes up the stairs. He then gets into the middle of the ring and puts his head down. Ashley then does a sexy crawl over to her man and grabs his inner thigh. Peter then in one motion pulls off his hood as fire emits from the turnbuckles.]

ID: He is “The Xtreme Icon” Peter Gilmour and he is accompanied by Ashley Marie.

DING

MJ: Gilmour not wasting any time as he charges in and nails Hawke with a double axe handle smash to the chest.

SS: Jarone going for a clothesline on Gilmour, but Gilmour ducks and turns quickly landing a drop kick to the back of Jarone. Jarone is sent flying into Hawke as he was getting to his feet.

MJ: Peter Gilmour is showing that aggressive nature here tonight.

SS: Well that’s how you get noticed and get to main event status.

MJ: Jarone and Hawke are going at each other with lefts and rights. Gilmour is sitting back on the ropes and just watching.

SS: Ashley Marie is telling him to go and get involved in the match, but he’s ignoring her. Hawke with a scoop slam on Jarone and follows up with a knee across the forehead. He’s going for the cover.

MJ: Gilmour over quickly and kicks Hawke in the midsection to break the count. Jarone getting to his feet is nailed with a DDT from Gilmour.

SS: Gilmour up quickly and catches Hawke as he turning and executes a belly to belly suplex out of no where. This guy is a house of fire.

MJ: Where did Vino find him?

SS: I don’t know, but he’s showing all of us that it was worth bringing him to the WCWA.

MJ: Gilmour pulling Hawke to his feet and snap suplex with authority.

SS: Jarone over to Gilmour with an elbow to the midsection to try and stop Gilmour’s motivation. Jarone pulling Gilmour to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Gilmour is met with a flying tackle that takes him off his feet.

MJ: Hawke is back up and he catches Jarone with a T bone suplex. Hawke waiting as Jarone is getting back to his feet. Twist of fate on Jarone and Hawke could be going for a cover.

SS: Gilmour is back up and he nails Hawke with a spear. He pulls Hawke up and sends him to the corner. He grabs Jarone and sends him to the corner. Peter charges in and spears Jarone, but the pressure has it’s effect on Hawke as well. Jarone falls out of the corner.

MJ: Gilmour bouncing off the ropes and bulldogs Hawke as he’s falling out of the corner. Jarone is crawling towards the ropes. Gilmour has Hawke up in a standing suplex and drops Hawke across the back of Jarone.

SS: That was vicious. Gilmour racing to the ropes and bouncing off leaps with a splash on top of both men.

MJ: Gilmour is being booed like crazy by these fans as he’s up on the middle turnbuckle. Leaping off with a leg drop and connects on both Jarone and Hawke. He signals that this is it.

SS: Peter pulling a lifeless Jarone to his feet and ………

MJ: EVEN FLO DDT! Another one to J C Hawke for good measure.

SS: This has to be it as Gilmour covers both men.

ID: Your winner is…..”The XTREME ICON” Peter Gilmour………

MJ: Impressive first showing here in the WCWA, but can he keep it up.

SS: I don’t know, but he has gotten off to a good start.

[Backstage.]

[The doors of the Staples Center fly open with tremendous force, as if the man entering expected the entire arena to be awaiting his arrival.]

[This man is James Alec Xander, one of the newest and most decorated stars to join the now striving WCWA (at least in his mind). He is also smiles as he enters, striding in like a king as he takes a good look around at his surroundings.]

James: "Ah...the west coast. It's good to be back!"

[The former WWA: Nevada region star arouses the attention of the people around.]

[A large black security guard stops him at the doors, where he holds a giant hand out to direct JAX to stop moving. The guard eyes up the wrestler who is a large man in both body and arrogance, however the body has grown into more fat than muscle.]

Guard: "Whoah, whoah, whoah, you cannot just bust in here like this."

[JAX stops and eyes this individual up.]

James: "What are you talking about?"

Guard: "Look, we are holding a show in here right now and I can only allow wrestlers in this arena tonight. The fans door is on the other side."

[With a sneer, James laughs sarcastically and takes a step back.]

James: "You don't think that I am a wrestler?"

[The guard laughs.]

Guard: "Hell, if your a wrestler than I am the World Heavyweight Champion."

[James shakes his fist at the man.]

James: "I am James Alec Xander, you damn douche bag!"

[He spits, because spitting gets the point across.]

James: "Call your boss or something, you rent-a-cop because I have a lot that I hope to accomplish tonight."

[The guard just stands there like a mute giant, with a look of total boredom.]

James: "Seriously!"

[The guard is finally bothered to reply.]

Guard: "James Alec Xander, eh? I've never heard of you."

[JAX's face goes red and he is showing clear signs of irritation with this matter.]

James: "Yeah, well, you've probably never heard of a lot of people. Like the fifteenth president."

[The guard answers instantly.]

Guard: "James Buchanan."

[James glances at him confused and then growls in frustration, pointing his finger at him.]

James: "Fuck you."

"Prick."

[James pauses, thinks, then blurts out again.]

James: "Twenty-third president?"

[Again, the guard replies instantly.]

Guard: "Benjamin Harrison."

[Whatever.]

James: "How do you know all of this?"

Guard: "I just do."

James: "Am I getting in?"

Guard: "Nope."

James: "Fine."

[JAX turns and leaves, yelling as he goes.]

James: "But it is YOUR ass, you piece of garbage. When I come back and I win the WCWA Heavyweight title, the first thing that I am going to do is make sure that you are fired."

"GOD DAMNIT!"

[He storms out of the doors. The guard just shrugs.]

ID: The following contest is a standard tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, they weigh in at a combined 520 pounds. Here are “Magnificent” Larry Mauer and “Maelstrom” Kevin Hughes…. Reign of Pain!!

[Mauer and Hughes make their way to the ring. They climb in and start discussing strategy.]

ID: And their opponents come to us at a combined weight of 520 pounds. Here are Frankie Dean and Adam Young… Big Time Jerks!!!

[Frankie and Adam walk down to the ring. They climb in and size up their opponents.]

Mario: Here we go. Our first tag team match at our first preview.

[The ref calls for the bell and the match is under way. Dean and Hughes exit the ring, leaving Adam Young and Larry Mauer to start things off. Mauer and Young lock up. Mauer slaps on a side headlock. Young pushes Mauer into the ropes, and on the bounce back, Mauer takes Young down with a clothesline. Adam gets right back to his feet only to be chopped down by another clothesline. Adam rises again, but this time Mauer changes tactics and he assaults Adam with a flurry of rights. Mauer backs Young into the corner where he uses the ropes for leverage as he drives his shoulder into Adam’s midsection. Larry grabs Adam and he whips Young into the opposite corner. Mauer follows closely and he crushes Adam with a corner clothesline.]

Sylvia: I guess the Big Time Jerks aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.

Mario: Give them time. The match is just getting started.

Sylvia: And it’s going to end just as quickly if this keeps up.

[Mauer drags Young into the middle of the ring where he executes a vertical suplex. Larry floats over for the pin attempt.]

1…

2.. Kickout!

Mario: That little suplex only got a 2 count out of Adam Young.

Sylvia: Little suplex? I’d like to see how you’d handle taking one.

[Mauer peels Young off the mat. Young breaks Mauer’s grip and he lays a series of rights into Mauer’s face. Adam grabs Mauer and he whips Mauer into the ropes. Young takes Larry down with a back body drop. Mauer stands up only to be drilled by a standing dropkick from Adam Young. Both men get up at the same time, but Adam is quicker to get on the offensive. He lays a boot to Larry’s midsection, and then he follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker. Adam covers.]

1…

Kickout.

Sylvia: Hmm, maybe you were right. Lord knows it doesn’t happen often.

[Adam gets up and he tags Frankie Dean in. Both men lift Mauer off his feet then they drop Larry with a double vertical suplex. Dean lays the boots to Larry as Adam Young makes his exit. Frankie pulls Larry up to his feet. Dean scoops Mauer off his feet and then he throws Larry down with a body slam. Dean jump and he drives an elbow right into Larry’s sternum. Frankie Dean covers.]

1…

2…

Kickout!!!

Mario: Well would you look at that! Now it’s Larry Mauer who’s in trouble!

[Frankie pulls Larry to his feet, but Larry pokes Frankie in the eyes. Larry lunges and he tags in Kevin Hughes. Kevin comes in and he grabs a hold of Frankie Dean. Hughes hoists Dean up onto his shoulder and then he flattens Frankie with a running powerslam. Kevin gets up and he pulls Frankie back up. This time, Kevin whips Frankie into the ropes and he destroys Dean with a big boot. Hughes goes for the covers.]

1…

2….

Thr NO!!

[Kevin Hughes gets up and he stomps away at dean’s midsection. Kevin lifts Frankie back up onto his feet. Kevin whips Frankie into the corner. Hughes charges at Dean, but Dean gets his foot up. As Kevin stumbles backwards, Dean charges out of the corner, crushing Kevin with a spear. Frankie Dean waits for Kevin to get back to his feet. Once he does, Frankie Dean boots him in the gut and he drives Kevin face first into the mat with a DDT. Frankie drops a leg across Kevin’s throat and then he covers.]

1…

2…

Thr NO!!!

Mario: WOW! What a kick out by Kevin Hughes. And Sylvia, looks like your picks are in trouble of losing!

Sylvia: Screw off lush.

[Frankie gets up and he tags Adam young back in. Frankie lifts Kevin up then he executes a backbreaker as Young goes to the top. Dean holds Kevin on his knee, and Adam jumps of the top with an elbow, taking Kevin off Frankie’s knee in a most painful way. Frankie exits while Adam covers.]

1…

2….

[Larry gets in and breaks up the count before the ref can count to 3.]

Sylvia: Now that’s a great teammate right there. He’s got his partner’s back.

[Larry exits while both Adam and Kevin get back up. Kevin, being worse for wear, is on the receiving end of a series of knife-edge chops. Adam whips Kevin into the ropes, but he doesn’t notice the blind tag. Adam hits Kevin with a standing dropkick as Larry Mauer comes in. Mauer grabs Young from behind and he plants Adam into the mat with a German suplex. Mauer lifts Young back up and this time he executes a side Russian legsweep. Mauer goes to the corner and he gets on the 2nd rope. Mauer flies and he drives his fist into Young’s head. Larry makes the cover.]

1…

2…

Thr NO!!!

Mario: Adam Young got his shoulder up just in the nick of time!!

Sylvia: You must be drunk because that was a slow count if I ever saw one!!

[Mauer gets up and he gives the ref a piece of his mind. As he does so, Adam Young comes back to his senses and he gets up. Mauer turns around and he’s decked with a mean European uppercut. Young lifts Mauer up and he whips Larry into the corner where Frankie Dean is waiting. Larry runs and he crushes Mauer with a corner splash. Adam tags in Frankie Dean. Both man lift Mauer up and sit him on the top rope. Both men climb up with him, and then they take Mauer down with a double top rope superplex. Young exits while Dean covers.]

Three NO!!!

Sylvia: Look at that! Larry Mauer got his foot on the ropes and the match is STILL on!

[Frankie stands up and he’s in disbelief. Frankie picks Larry back up and he executes a double underhook suplex. Franke covers again.]

Thr NO!!!

Mario: MY GOD that was a close one. I don’t know how Larry Mauer was able to get his shoulder off the canvas!

Sylvia: You’re right, considering how accelerated that count was!

[Dean gets to his feet and he bounces off the ropes. However, Kevin Hughes reaches out and he grabs Frankie by his hair, sending him to the mat back first. Larry gets up and he shakes the cobwebs out. Mauer pulls Frankie to his feet. Mauer whips Frankie into the ropes. Dean bounces back and he ducks a clothesline. He bounces off the ropes again. This time, he and Larry Mauer clobber each other with clotheslines, knocking each other out.]

Mario: Uh oh! I think it’s safe to say that whoever moves first is going to be on the winning side.

Sylvia: Fantastic job Captain Obvious!

[The ref starts the 10 count. 1….. 2…… 3….. 4…… 5…… 6…… 7….. 8….. Larry Mauer pushes himself up while Frankie Dean uses the ropes to get to his feet. Both men stumble towards their corner. Mauer dives and he tags in Kevin Hughes. Dean runs and he tags in Adam young. Kevin goes for a big boot but Adam ducks out of the way. Adam grabs Kevin’s head from behind and he takes Hughes down with a reverse neckbreaker. Adam stands ready and Kevin Hughes gets up. Adam Young nails Kevin right in the chin with a superkick.]

Mario: That’s it! Adam Young just hit the Sure Shot!

[Adam Young covers as Frankie Dean comes in to cut Larry Mauer off.]

3!!!

(DING DING!)

ID: The winners of this match by pinfall! Adam Young and Frankie Dean! Big Time Jerks!

MARIO: HAH Bitch! What’d I tell you?

Sylvia: Go find another fat chick to do you sauced bastard

Mario Jackson: Later on tonight, we'll have three tag teams competing against each other in w...

v/o: We are TTO, and that is all you need to know

Sylvia Sanchez: Wait a minute...

Mario Jackson: Does this mean?

[A resounding chorus of boos erupt from the capacity crowd of the Staples Center. They all know what is about to happen next, and they don't like it.0

Sylvia Sanchez: The TTO has arrived

[From behind the curtain comes the defending world tag team champions of Terry Norris and Bobby Blood. They are wearing blue jeans, boots, and black TTO t-shirts. As they are making their way towards the ring, you can see that they are highly upset about something.]

Mario Jackson: Great, just great. We had an outstanding show lined up tonight, and now I guess these two are here to completely ruin it all.

[As you see them approaching the ringside area, it comes to everyone's attention that they don't have the tag belts with them. However, it could just be that they left them in the dressing room, or with Pamela...]

[Or, if you saw Double Trouble II, you would know that the Southern Kingz stole the world tag title belts.]

Sylvia Sanchez: Well, if they step out of line, I know of at least two tag teams that would love to beat their asses here tonight.

[Terry and Bobby slide into the ring, with Terry asking for a house mic. Once the mic is delivered, Terry Norris wastes little time cutting to the chase.]

Norris: Shut your damn mouths...

[More boos]

Norris: Because the world tag team champions have something to say.

[Make no mistake about it, the pro West Coast Wrestling fans completely hate the Texas Outlaws.]

Norris: Southern Kingz, is that what the AWA teaches its tag teams now? When you can't earn championship belts in the ring, you resort to stealing them? Well let me tell you two thieves something...

[You can almost see the steam coming out of his ears.]

Norris: On the 31st of March, we are not only going to take back what was stolen from us, but we're also going to eliminate the two of you for good.

[Terry leans on the top rope, looking dead at the WCWA camera.]

Norris: So do yourselves a favor, and don't even think about getting cozy with those belts. They are ours, and nothing that the two of you will EVER do will change that. You might have stolen them, but in NO WAY does that make you tag team champions. In order to be called champions, you're going to have to do what you've NEVER been able to do...

[He alternates pointing at himself and Bobby Blood.]

Norris: And that is beat us with the belts on the line. So get ready Drama Queens, because after we beat you to within an inch of your lives, you're going to understand why we're the greatest tag team in wrestling history.

[After a momentary pause, Terry switches gears.]

Norris: Now that we've gotten that out of the way, it's time to discuss why we're here in WCWA.

Mario Jackson: Well, it would be nice to know why they're here.

Norris: You see, back a few days ago, we heard that the best that WCWA had to offer was going to be engaged in a tag team match tonight...

[He momentarily looks at Bobby, who shrugs his shoulders, and Terry faces back at the camera.]

Norris: We heard that 80 Proof...

[cheers]

Norris: The Fatbreakers...

[more cheers]

Norris: And some other tag team was going to face off tonight...

[Many erupt into the biggest pop of the night. As far as they're concerned, this must mean that the Texas Outlaws are going to be facing the two teams from WCWA...]

Norris: And we got to thinking about how boring THAT was going to be.

[Boos]

Norris: I mean, I've seen bodies laying in a morgue that would be more entertaining than that.

Mario Jackson: Now that's uncalled for.

[Now the boos are really pouring down on them.]

Norris: C'mon now, even you dumbass pieces of shit know that we're right. I mean look at what we're talking about.

[He holds up one finger]

Norris: Firstly, you've got 80 Proof. Jim Beam and Jack Daniels? You're kidding us right? Give those two a bottle of Boone's Farm and watch them drink themselves to death...

[Terry shrugs]

Norris: Yea, quality entertainment.

[He then holds up a second finger]

Norris: Then you've got the Fatbreakers. Jimmy Ryans and Dustin Dunn? My God, you fans would be lucky if they could tear themselves away from Dunkin Doughnuts long enough to make it down here. For crying out loud, those fat ass bastards in a tag match? in the same ring together?

[Again, Terry shrugs]

Norris: You guys are shitting us, right?

[He again looks at Bobby Blood, who can offer no answer himself.]

Norris: West Coast Wrestling actually considers THIS as entertainment? Shit, in order to take out the best that WCWA has to offer, all we need is a few bottles of Boone's Farm and a wheel barrel full of twinkies, and those two teams are toast.

[A big smile forms on the face of Terry Norris.]

Norris: Please Vince, please tell us that your tag team division isn't made up of a pair of tag teams that could not only drink a swimming pool of alcohol, but also an armored car full of Lil Debbie snack cakes...

[As Terry's talking, Bobby Blood is walking around with his arms in front of his stomach, and with his cheeks poofed out. Yes, they are making fun of the Fatbreakers as well as 80 Proof.]

Norris: No wonder you mother fuckers can't seem to win the world tag team titles. Your best is made up of a couple of drunks, as well as a couple of lard asses. One tag team belongs at an AA meeting, while the other could star in the Biggest Loser...

[Terry again leans on the top rope]

Norris: But of course, so could everyone else on the damn roster around here.

MJ: Norris and Blood may have put their foot in their mouths as 80 Proof has rushed the ring. They are going blow for blow with Norris and Blood. Jim is beating the hell out of Terry Norris and Bobby Blood just slammed Jack Daniels. Beam with a low blow on Norris and turns and delivers a boot to Blood and follows up with a DDT. Jack and Jim elevate Norris and execute a double suplex.

[Out of the back now comes the Fat Breakers. They roll into the ring and it’s an all out brawl. Dunn and Beam have Norris and they are going back and forth giving him repeated head butts. Ryan and Daniels have Blood and they are laying in the lefts and rights to the mid section. Here comes Bad Company hitting the ring and it’s out of freaking control. It’s everyone team for themselves and TTO started the whole thing.]

SS: TTO are getting the hell beat out of them in there.

MJ: [Pulling his flask down from his mouth.] Look again!

[TTO are making their way up the ramp laughing as 80 Proof, The Fatbreakers, and Bad Company are in the ring going toe to toe with each other. Dunn see’s TTO and gets everyone in the ring to stop and look. TTO points back at the ring laughing as the WCWA tag teams all gaze up the ramp in rage.]

MJ: Man the action just keeps on coming tonight.

SS: Yea we got to see a prelude to what’s gonna happen later tonight in the Boulevard of Broken Dreams match.

MJ: Well it’s time to crown our first ever Gold Rush Champion.

ID: This match is for the WCWA Gold Rush Title. Our first wrestlers hails from Texas and is a former Grand Slam Champion in a former WWA fed. He is Hunter Hill.

[Hill comes out with a logo for The Killa displayed on the screen. He races down to the ring and leaps on the apron and climbs into the ring.]

ID: His opponent stands at 6’ 4” and weighs in at 236 pounds. He’s also a Grand Slam Champion of the same former WWA fed. He is….”The Vagabond” R J Harris.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MJ: Dan Easton is out on the ramp with a chair. I wonder…..

SS: He’s opening the chair and sitting down. I guess he wants to watch this match.

DING

SS: Hill and Harris know each other well. They are both MSS members and wrestled with and against each other in the BWA. They are not quick to lock up as each man is being cautious.

MJ: Finally Hill went after R J. Hill hit a drop toehold, but Harris gets up and hits several hip tosses on Hill and then tosses him over the top rope and onto the floor. Harris followed him to the outside and Hill grabs him and throws him into the steps.

SS: Harris is down on the ground still and Hill kicks him in the back. Hill picking him up and rolls him back into the ring. Hill backs Harris into the corner and kicks him repeatedly. Hill is focusing on hurting Harris’ knee. Hill hits several knee breaker maneuvers and now Harris counters and hits a sunset flip and goes for the pin.

1.......

2.....

MJ: Thr Hill‘s shoulder comes up.

SS: Harris almost made a quick match of this one. Hill and Harris are going after each other like enemies in this match.

MJ: Gold is on the line and there are no friends when it comes to the gold being put around your waist.

SS: Harris with a DDT to Hill as Hell was getting to his feet. Harris with a side arm lock to help wear Hill down early. If he can keep Hill grounded then he has a great chance of winning.

MJ: I don’t know. I’ve seen Hill wrestle before and he always comes back to put up a great fight. Easton is standing up now getting a good look at the action from the entrance area. Harris releasing the arm lock and nails Hill with a chest buster.

SS: Harris going for a drop kick, but Hill pushes it off and Harris crashes and burns in the ring. Hill pulling Harris to his feet and lifts him in a standing spine buster out of nowhere. Hill back up quickly and goes for a knee drop, but Harris quickly out of the way and Hill is rolling in pain from that missed move. Harris slowly pulling himself up on the ropes.

MJ: Harris making his way over and pulling Hill to his feet executes a pumphandle suplex on Hunter Hill. R J punches Hunter in the mid section. R J Harris pulling Hill to his feet again and nails Hunter Hill with a belly-to-back suplex.

SS: Harris moves back to his feet. Harris executes a corkscrew legdrop on Hill. Harris is up quickly and tackles and begins punching Hunter Hill. Harris up and executes a fist drop on Hill. Hill rolling in pain and his face shows it.

MJ: Harris pulling Hill to his feet once again and he Irish whips him to the ropes. Harris goes for a clothesline, but Hill ducks under and bouces off the far side and comes back with a cross body block on Harris.

SS: If Hunter keeps using moves like that bodyblock he might stay off the receiving end of Harris’s offence! R J has been taking to Hill thus far in this match up.

MJ: Hill gets back to his feet and sends Harris to the ropes. Hill with a hip toss as Harris comes off the ropes and he follows up with a head lock. This is a smart move to keep Harris on the mat.

SS: Harris trying to pry the arms of Hill away from his head. Hill tightens his hold as Harris is up on one knee and trying to get to a standing position. Harris up and pushes Hill off towards the corner, but Hill runs up the turnbuckles and turns and Harris gets taken down with a corkscrew armdrag.

MJ: Both men hit the mat hard that time as the ref issues a standing 10 count.

SS: Hill using the ropes to pull himself to his feet.

MJ: Harris is stirring as well, as Hill is almost to a standing position and stops the count.

SS: Harris is up to one knee as Hill comes over looking to get an axe handle smash on Harris. Harris hops up and kicks Hill in the stomach and executes the sitdown face slam.

MJ: My God!! What a move that was! Harris goes for a cover.

MJ: KICK OUT! Hill barely got his shoulder up in time. The ref’s hand was about to strike the mat.

SS: Harris executes a legdrop on Hunter and follows up with a sleeper hold. Hill is trying to fight out of it. The more he fights, the more he’s wearing himself down. Harris has good positioning on it as well.

MJ: The ref is checking his arm. Once…..falls down quickly.

SS: Two….Hill is still in it as his arm stays raised and he delivers two quick elbows to the mid section of R J Harris. Hill with another elbow and twist his body where he can grab Harris around the waist and executes a waist lock suplex.

MJ: Hill letting us all know he’s still in this match up. Hill not able to get a full cover, but he drapes his arm over Harris.

MJ: OH…..Harris kicks out with some steam.

SS: Hill can’t believe it as he pulls Harris to his feet. Left from Hill. Right from Harris. Left from Hill. Right from Harris. Right from Hill.

MJ: Golden High Kick from Harris and Hill is sent to the corner with a headache. That Muay Thai Kick to the side of the head was devastating. Hill never saw it coming and he’s paying for it now.

SS: Harris over to Hill and whips him to the far corner and follows him in with a drop kick to the knee. Hill buckles from that shot as he’s still not recovered from that golden high kick.

MJ: Harris over to pick Hill up and Hill with a European uppercut that didn’t have much behind it. Just enough to back Harris up a bit. Harris right back in there and this time Hill with a little more power behind another European uppercut. Harris back over and Hill with a rush of adrenaline executes a spinebuster that plants R J hard.

SS: Hill waiting on Harris to get up. He grabs Harris and kicks him in the mid section and nails Harris with The Prelude. Hills version of the pedigree and he’s just hit R J Harris with it.

MJ: That’s usually one of his set up moves to the Killa.

SS: I know, so what does Hill have in store for Harris now?

MJ: Easton is really looking hard now. Hill pulling Harris to his feet and northern lights suplex and Hills is signaling.

SS: Hill has Harris’ head between his legs and he hoist him up and……

MJ: The KILLA…..jack knife powerbomb on Harris and this has to be it.

P>3

SS: Hunter has done it!

ID: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and first ever WCWA Gold Rush Champion…..Hunter Hill!

MJ: Hill defeated R J Harris. I can’t believe it.

SS: Doesn’t look like Easton can believe it either. He’s packed up his chair and left in disgust.

MJ: Hunter Hill is the first ever Gold Rush Champ…..DAMN! Let me get a drink to that.

SS: Well folks we have one champion crowned and two more to go.

MJ: Who do you like in the tag match?

SS: Bad Company!

MJ: What? You can’t! We’ll see. I way either The Fat Breakers or 80 Proof.

[There is a break as they prepare the ring for the Boulevard of Broken Dreams match. Roll the promotional footage for WCWA's next PPV, Father’s day weekend. WCWA - The Ultimate Sacrifice LIVE from the Oakland Network Associates Coliseum in Oakland, CA.]

MJ: "Folks, settle in for what I can only say, will be something you've NEVER seen before."

[The camera pans out to show, for the first time, the set-up for the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Match. Two rings. Between them is a concrete platform. In the middle of the concrete platform is an opening that is filled with tables, stacked two deep. Above the tables, suspended from two criss-crossing wires, are the tag team belts.]

RA: The following is the Second Main Event of the evening and it is the first ever Boulevard of Broken Dreams Match, and it is for the WCWA World Tag Team Championship. Introducing first. They are the Bad guys.....Weighing in at a combined weight of 570 pounds..Kid Krush......The Iceman...BAD COMPANY!!!!!!!!!

:The house lights go out.... The screaming guitar of Fyrenyce pierces the darkness....

"Company Always on the run"

[A man steps out onto the ramp]

Destiny is the rising sun

[A HUGE man steps out onto the other side of the ramp]

Oh I was born 6-gun in my hand
Behind a gun I'll make my final stand

[Gold Pyro blasts shoot in rhythm to the music from the outside of the stage towards the center, silhouetting the shorter man. At the same time, silver pyro blasts from the right side of the stage, backlighting the taller man]

That's why they call me
(Bring the beat, bring that ghetto beat)

[HUGE pyro blast, and the two men stride confidently towards the ring.]

Bad Mother Fuckin company
All you doubters, all you players, don't deny Look who you're fuckin with boy, it's bad company Till the day I die, but first, gotta live, gotta rhyme Now come and ask me why.
Not a living legend, a Rebel without a cause for the young for future, hero without pause Never deserters, countless murders to stay in the game Town after town, round after round, ya know they're all the same
End of the day, always my way Monikurr's my name
(what's your name?)
But before you answer, answer my 6-gun sound is our claim to fame
Let me hear my brother's say

[Kid Krush ducks through the ropes....while The Iceman steps over the top rope. They look confident after what transpired earlier that this match will indeed be a 2 on 2 match-up.]

Bad company
And I won't deny
Bad Bad company
Till the day I die
Till the day I die
(guitar and bass solo)
Bad (unh, unh yeah)
Bad company
I can't deny (hell no, hell no)
Bad company
Till the day I die (4 life)
And I say it's
Bad company Oh Yeah- (Hell Yeah)
Bad company
Till the day I die Oh Yeah
(Love, to Fyrenyce….)
(Love, to the Diamond Clique)
(Love, to Steel town)
(Fuck False Prophets)
(Fuck Philly)
(Love, to Carolina)

[“I’m Fat” by Weird Al Yankovic blasts out through the arena as Jimmy Ryans and Dustin Dunn step out from behind the curtain wearing their matching tight black wrestling singlet, black boots and knee pads. On the duos shoulders is their manager Karl “Big Man” Jones who’s taking a ride to the ring. They arrive to the ring and lift Jones off their shoulders placing him on the ring apron. Jones rolls over the bottom rope to get in the ring. Ryans walks over towards the ring steps and lets the four short steps keep him from crawling up to the ring, so he rolls up onto the ring apron and tries to roll in. He gets stuck between the bottom rope and the mat so Dunn has to give him a little push as Jones pulls the bottom rope up, trying to help. Dunn to rolls under the bottom rope, but he doesn’t get stuck. The blubber butts get up off their backs and prepare for their match by trying to do a few toe touches, but their belly is the only thing that gets touched.]

MJ: "Seeing these two guys in wrestling gear makes me wonder how I can eat sausage."

ID: "And their opponents..."

[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, weighing in at 311 pounds, Jack Daniels!!!!!!!

[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." He takes a few swings with the axe-handle that is in his hands, and then they make their way to the ring.]

MJ: "Six men....in one ring. Behind them, concrete, tables....and the world tag team belts. Who is willing to pay the price?"

SS: "This could be the match that raises the bar on brutality for this company in the eyes of the whole world on PPV."

MJ: "We don't agree often, but I couldn't agree more. EVERYONE in the WFWA is watching tonight. Some wanting us to succeed, some wanting us to fail. But this match, above all others, has created a buzz within the entire wrestling community."

SS: "And there is the bell!"

MJ: "What is Ryans doing?"

SS: "He appears to be calling out Jack Daniels and Dan, the Iceman Boyer. He is sitting on the middle rope, inviting them to the second ring."

MJ: "Plenty of clearance, I must say!"

[Ryans is waving Daniels and Boyer towards him. Daniels steps through the ropes and head to the second ring. Boyer blasts Ryans in the face with a big boot, knocking him to the concrete surface outside. Boyer immediately looks for the quickest way to reach the belts.]

MJ: "Early opportunity for Bad Company as Boyer eyes up the belts."

SS: "That will be short lived."

[Daniels catches Boyer from behind with a clubbing forearm, and he fires him into the second ring rather unceremoniously.]

MJ: "It looks like we're going to have a split here."

[Daniels picks up Ryans and fires him into the ring, too.]

SS: "In the far ring, we have the big boys. Daniels, Boyer and Ryans. These three men average over 330 pounds."

MJ: "Expect some high impact blows in that ring."

[The camera swings to the first ring, where it' s Beam, Kid Krush and....Dustin Dunn?!?!]

SS: "Which leaves us in this ring, the cruiserweights?"

MJ: "And one Super size Cruiserweight"

SS: "Whatever works.

[Beam and Krush, look at each other. They both rush Dunn and start pounding him with right hands.]

MJ: Beam and Krush trying to get a quick start on the much larger man.

SS: Nothing beats a good double team.

MJ: You certainly speak from experience.

[The two men back Dunn to the ropes and fire him across. He comes off the ropes and delivers a huge double clothesline. He picks up Kid Krush and whips him into the corner. He then picks Beam and whips him into the corner as well. Then he backs to the opposite corner.]

MJ: If he hits an avalanche here, he could have an early opportunity to go for the belts.

SS: I don’t know! That’s a long way for him to run without a Twinkie break.

[Dunn goes for the avalanche, but Beam goes over the top rope to escape and Krush drops to the mat to avoid the impact. Dunn stumbles backwards towards the center of the ring.]

MJ: That’s a lot of weight to have stop that quickly. Dunn is dazed.

SS: And no time to recover, as Beam and Kid Krush are back on him immediately.

[Beam goes for a back leg sweep as Krush hits a leaping spin kick.]

MJ: Total elimination!

SS: These two opponents are working together to take out the larger man.

[Beam goes to the outside and Krush goes off the ropes. Krush hits a summersault plancha as Beam hits a slingshot leg drop.]

MJ: Rolling Thunder!

SS: What action we’ve got going in both rings!

[In the other ring, Daniels, and Ryans have been trying, futily to get the Iceman off of his feet.]

MJ: The Iceman has been dominant so far. He lifts Daniels up for a side slam.

SS: Here comes Ryans’, boot to the face!

MJ: What leg strength by Boyer! He maintained his balance and still was able to kick Ryans right in the mush.

[The Iceman drives Daniels to the canvas. With both of his opponents down, he goes outside the ring.]

MJ: Iceman goes under the ring. Look at the size of the ladder he pulled out!

SS: He’s going to go for the belts.

[In the other ring, Beam goes to the top.]

MJ: Cross body attempt by Beam, but he’s caught. Belly to belly suplex!

SS: That’s a lot of belly to be bellied with!

MJ: Kid Krush, mounts Dunn, cinching in a sleeper hold.

[Dunn grabs him by the head and flips him over onto the mat like a gnat.]

MJ: All about leverage in that exchange. Dunn, drags Kid Krush up by the scruff of the neck. He lifts him by the throat….oh my god!!!

[Dunn drives Krush into the mat face first.]

MJ: He calls that the Glutinous Bypass Surgery.

SS: Sounds about right. Krush isn’t going to be eating anything anytime soon.

MJ: “Look at this! Dan, the Iceman Boyer is going for the belts. That ladder is set up at on the concrete stage between the rings, right at the edge of the opening over which the belts hang.”

[Boyer is climbing the ladder.]

SS: “He can’t reach them from there, but he can grab the wire and swing over to them. He may win this.

[As he nears the top of the ladder, Daniels and Ryans both hit the base of the ladder.]

MJ: “Look out!! Oh MY GOD!!!”

[As the ladder fell, Boyer fell as well. He fell into the pit, crashing through 4 tables. The crowd erupts.

[In the other ring, the action continues.]

MJ: “The fight goes on!”

[Beam , back up, runs in towards Dunn and kicks him in the leg. He goes for another kick to the thigh, but Dunn catches his leg and sweeps his other leg out from under him. Dunn stomps him in the gut and kicks him in the ribs.]

SS: “These two have history and I don’t think either team wants the other to win or be the first WCWA tag team champions!”

MJ: “What’s up with “El Fat Ass”? Why isn’t he taking control of the match? He should have splashed the alcohol out of Beam!”

SS: "I think, quite obviously, he's winded. By the way, that was truly some nice Spanish from you!”

MJ: “Sanchez, my first name is Mario, that’s not an American name now is it?!?”

SS: “No it’s Italian!”

MJ: “What's the difference? You know what?

SS: “What?”

MJ:: “Donar me cabeza, Parra!”

[Beam is up and caught in a side headlock by Dunn, who then takes him over to the mat. Beam gets to the ropes and the referee makes Dunn break up hold.]

SS: “Okay now Mario, I may be a bitch, but I will never give you head! Not even if you were the last man on earth!”

MJ: “That’s fine, I know you love me!”

SS: “Yeah I love to hate you!”

MJ: “Well I hope your Italian is up to date! “Dare me capoccia!””

SS: “Umm!”

[They lock up with a test of strength. Dunn starts to get the upper hand, but Beam releases the hold and floats around Dunn and takes his back. He locks his hands around Dunn’s waist for a belly-to-back suplex. Dunn reverses it and turns it into a full nelson. The referee is asking Beam if he wants to give it up, he screams “No!”]

SS: “That’s something nasty again isn’t it Mario?!”

MJ: “Maybe! I’ll tell you what it is if you’ll let me “picchiare a lui!””

SS: “I have no idea what you’ve said either time, but I'm not letting you 'picca' anything on me.”

[Dunn releases the full nelson and launches Beam over his head with a release German suplex. Dunn kicks him again in the rips and goes to pick him up. Beam pokes Dunn in the eyes and shoots in for his legs, only to have Dunn fall on top of him.]

MJ: : “Wow! We have a whale on a drunkard!”

SS: "That is a good reason NEVER to shoot the legs of a man that weighs over 300 pounds."

[Dunn lays clubbing blows on the back of Beam.]

SS: “Well are you going to tell me what all you said?”

MJ: “Sure if you’ll do it!”

SS: “No, I’m not going to! I’ll let you know after you tell me what it is!”

MJ: “Haha! Okay, okay, “picchiare a lui” means hit it and “dare me capoccia” is give me head!”

SS: “Why are you always so gross?”

MJ: “That’s just the way I am!”

[Dunn fires Beam over the top, sending him crashing out onto the concrete stage where his partner, Ryans continues to battle Jack Daniels.]

[Dunn holds up Beam and kicks him in the stomach and drags him away from the belts. Dunn Ryans and the two whip beam into the ropes and hit a double shoulder block on Beam knocking him to the concrete… hard!!!]

MJ: “Flab and Slob just laid the fat down on Beam!”

SS: “Good thing it wasn’t a ‘candy – ass’, or they have tried to EAT it.”

MJ: “And if anyone would know eating ass, it would be you.”

[The turn their attention to Daniels. Daniels prepares for the two on one attack.]

MJ: Oh my god! Kid Crush just delivered a standing sidekick to the chin of Jack Daniels. His head snapped back like it was on a spring!”

SS: “The Fatbreakers look to take full advantage. The press Daniels up in the air”

MJ: “Double Choke Slam through the second pile of tables!!!!”

SS: “They call that Saturation Station! What a devastating maneuver!”

MJ: “Kid Krush just split the skull of Dustin Dunn with that ladder!”

[Dunn stumbles forward….and tumbles into the pit right on top of Daniels.]

MJ: “Look at Beam!”

[Beam had gone back to the ring and climbed the turnbuckle. He was now making his way, hand over hand, towards the titles as he dangled precariously from the connecting wires.]

SS: “Kid Krush sees him, and he needs to act quickly.”

[Kid Krush does exactly that. He springboards off the second rope and catches the wire coming from the opposite corner. He begins to climb as well, only a few feet behind Beam’s pace.]

MJ: ‘Ryans is taking a more direct approach.”

[Ryans is positioning the ladder at the edge of the pit. If he can reach the top, he might be able to get to the belts.]

MJ: “The race is on!”

[Beam and Kid Krush are climbing along the wires. Beam loses his grip, losing precious time. Ryans is climbing the ladders, slowly, but surely.]

SS: “Who is going to get to the belts first?”

[All three men are only a few feet away.]

MJ: “A better question might be, what happens when they all get there at the same time.”

[The question is answered quickly. As Beam and Krush are within reach of the belts, Ryans opens up on them with right hands.]

MJ: “Heavy rights by Ryans. He is the only one who can get any leverage.”

[Beam slips, and only one hand is left on the wire.]

SS: “This could be it for 80 proof. Beam, hanging by a wire….literally.”

[With Beam almost eliminated, Ryans focuses on Kid Krush.]

MJ: “Big right hands, rocking Kid Krush.”

[Krush pulls himself up on the wire, causing Ryans to miss and nearly tip off the ladder.]

SS: “Nice save by Ryans.”

[Kid Krush locks his legs around the neck of Ryans.]

MJ: “Great counter by Kid Krush going with the head scissors.”

[As they battle, Jim Beam has regained his handle and is close to the belts.]

MJ: “This could be it! Beam, reaching for the belts…..HE GOT EM!!!!”

RA: The winners of the match, and NEW W…C….W…A tag team champions, 80…..PROOOOOOOF!!!!!”

[As the ring announcer spoke, Kid Krush became distracted, and loses focus on Ryans.]

MJ: “Oh….my…..god…..Jimmy Ryans just release powerbombed Kid Krush off a ladder, THROUGH 2 tables, and onto the concrete floor.”

SS: “I don’t know quite what to say….”

MJ: “Neither does the crowd. This place is absolutely silent. Look at Jim Beam. He can’t believe what he just saw.”

[Ryans, who was staring down at the carnage below, now turns his gaze to Jim Beam.]

MJ: “I don’t know if we’re done here yet.”

[Ryans points to Beam….then the titles….and then to himself.]

SS: “I think that speaks for itself.”

MJ: “Something tells me that this rivalry, one of the best in this company’s young history, is far from over. In fact, it may just be heating up.

SS: I agree with you for once. The Fat Breakers want those titles and they are gonna do whatever it takes to get them.

MJ: Well this is the match that everyone has been waiting for. The crowing of the WCWA Heavyweight champion.

SS: The question is…….Who will it be? Khalid Jad…..Soultaker……..or “Gorgeous” Allen Young.

MJ: I like Young for this match.

SS: I think you like Young period.

MJ: You’re crazy as hell. Let’s go to Issac.

ID: Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the Main Event of the Evening. This bout is for the WCWA Heavyweight Title. Already in the ring is “Gorgeous” Allen Young.

SS: Allen is serious as hell here tonight. No fancy entrance, just straight to the ring and ready for his match up.

ID: The next opponent stands 6’9” and weighs in at 300 pounds. He is Soultaker!

["The Unforgiven" by Metallica plays loudly and Soultaker slowly walks down the entry ramp. There is mostly boos that meet his appearance, and he seems uneffected. There are a few scattered cheers, but majority are boos. Soultaker just slowly stalks to the ring, staring straight ahead. He reaches the ring and steps up and climbs in by going over the top rope. He stares down Young as they await Khalid.]

MJ: Young hates the fact that Soultaker is even in this match.

ID: Our final opponent tonight weighing in at 225 pounds and standing at 5’11”, he is Khalid Jad!

[As "Control" by Puddle of Mudd plays on the arena speakers, Khalid Jad charges through the entrance curtain in a sprint, and runs full tilt toward the ring.]

SS: He has been very impressive in the Summit Tournament.

[He slides under the bottom rope, and gets to his feet in one fluid motion. He then makes his way to the corner, mounts the ropes, feet on the second turnbuckle, and raises his hands in the air, fists clenched.]

MJ: Yea, and he and James Alec Xander will face off next against each other. That should be a great match.

[After a count of five, he dismounts from the turnbuckle, and faces his opponent, doing various final stretching exercises for his arms before the sound of the bell.]

DING

SS: Jad hits a koppo kick on Young right off the bat. Young is back on his feet quickly though much to the surprise of Jad. Jad turns his attention to a charging Soultaker is hit with a backward kick from Young.

MJ: Young clotheslines Jad for good measure and then Young gouges Jad's eyes out. Young gets hit with a kick from Soultaker. Jad slowly gets up executes a corkscrew leg drop on Young. Jad quickly gets up and Jad puts Young in an arm grapevine submission.

SS: Soultaker over and grabs Jad by the neck and choke slams the hell out of Khalid. Did you see that? He bounced off the mat from that choke slam. Soultaker going over to pick Jad up and he’s caught and tossed into the ropes with a spinning head scissors from Young.

MJ: Nice spinning headscissors by Young, but he may have just made Soultaker mad. The big man is up on his feet and making his way over to Young. Jad is back up now and he drop kicks Soultaker in the knee area and the big man buckles. Young follows up with a drop kick to the face of Soultaker as he’s on his knees.

SS: Young going for another move, but he’s nailed with a spinning heel kick from Khalid. Khalid up to the middle turnbuckle and nails a corkscrew plancha on Soultaker as he was getting back to one knee again.

MJ: Not much effect though as Jad doesn’t quite weigh enough to hurt the big man. He’s gonna have to make Young and Soultaker wear themselves down if he has any chance of winning this match.

SS: Yea, but his quickness should give him an advantage over them. Even though Young is not slow himself.

MJ: Young is up again and locks Soultaker in the arm hammerlock submission. Soultaker is up to one knee as he is slowly getting back to his feet to try and counter his submission move. Young and Soultaker not paying attention and both of them get hit with a split legged drop kick from Khalid. It takes Young down, but it only moves Soultaker a bit.

SS: Jad off the ropes and runs right into a side walk slam from the monster of a man. Soultaker grins as he reaches down and pulls Khalid to his feet. Bear hug on Jad and the big man has it locked in.

MJ: Dan Easton is back out here watching this match.

SS: I guess he decided to watch all of the competition tonight.

MJ: Everyone said he has a special interest in R J Harris and Khalid Jad.

SS: Khalid is trying to work his way out of the bear hug as Young is resting in the corner laughing at the action. Khalid with a desperation move as he head butts Soultaker. Another Headbutt and this time it had a little bit more of an effect on the big man.

MJ: Khalid get’s an arm free and then the other arm and he pulls at the ears of Soultaker and then bites him on the nose.

FANS: Mike Tyson…..Mike Tyson

SS: Khalid doing what he had to in order to break free of that bear hug. He’s groggy and out of the corner is Allen Young with a swinging neckbreaker on Jad. Young with a cover.

SS: The count is broken by Soultaker with a boot to the side of Young’s head. Soultaker with both men by the neck, and pulling them up. He goes for a double choke slam, but Young and Jad deliver kicks to the mid section of Soultaker and as he bends over they execute a double DDT.

MJ: All three men trying to clear their heads. Jad is slumped in the corner, while Young is in the ropes. Soultaker trying to get up is suddenly nailed in the kidney area with a kick from Young. Young with another kick that’s a little more vicious this time around.

SS: Young going for another kick and he’s nailed with an inverted suplex that’s turned into a stunner from Jad.

MJ: Where in the hell did he come up with that move? Easton seems to be impressed as well as he’s clapping his hands with a smirk on his face.

SS: Jad racing to the ropes and leaps off with a spring board leg drop to Soultaker as he was getting up again. Soultaker can’t seem to get off the mat now. He was dominating this match and now the two smaller men are keeping him grounded.

MJ: Jad over to Young for a cover.

SS: Soultaker reaches out and pulls Jad off Young to stop the count just in time. Jad angrily is kicking away at the face of Soultaker as he pulls him off.

MJ: Young rolling over and crawling to the ropes begins to pull himself up. Jad breaks away from Soultaker’s grasps and gets up and bounces off the ropes. Soultaker is on his knees and catches Jad in a spinebuster as he comes off the ropes.

SS: Soultaker is still in this match up as Young slaps him on the ass. Soultaker turns and is furious as Young begins running and slides out to the floor. Soultaker follows and chases Young around the ring.

MJ: Young passes by the ring steps and stops and as Soultaker makes a turn around the ring, Young hits him with a short arm clothesline. Soultaker backs up a few steps and laughs. Young leaps up and plants Soultaker with a face buster on the steps.

SS: Jad is just starting to move in the ring again. He’s really feeling the effect of that spine buster from Soultaker. Young going for another smash of Soultaker’s face on the steps, but Soultaker blocks it.

[The ref is counting them on the outside of the ring.]

MJ: Soultaker with an uppercut on Young. Young staggers back a bit and hits Soultaker with right hook. Soultaker follows up with a right of his own.

SS: Jad sees them outside and takes off toward the far side ropes. He bounces off and races across the ring and dives over the top rope with a swanton dive and hits Soultaker and Young.

MJ: The ref stops the count to go out and check on everyone. All three men are down.

SS: The ref is back in the ring and starting the count over.

SS: Jad is getting back to his feet. Soultaker is moving slowly and Young is holding his head. They all hit pretty hard out there.

MJ: Jad is up on the apron and leaps off with a cross body block, but is caught by Soultaker and tosses to the floor in the form of a power slam.

SS: Young rolls into the ring and back out to stop the count. As he goes back out the ref restarts the count.

MJ: Soultaker picks Jad up and rolls him into the ring. Young quickly into the ring and covers Jad.

SS: Soultaker with an elbow to the back of Young that had an effect on Jad as well. Soultaker pulling Jad up and nailing him with a belly to belly suplex. He scoops Young up and nails Young with a running power slam.

MJ: THE MONSTER LIVES! Soultaker over in the corner in a 3 point stance. Young getting to his feet and is nailed with a shoulder tackle from Soultaker. Soultaker over to Jad and pulls him up by the throat and choke slam city for Khalid Jad.

SS: I think this guy is mad now. He’s pulling out all the power moves and they are taking their toll on Young and Khalid. The fans are booing but Soultaker doesn’t care one bit. He goes over to Khalid and as he’s reaching down, Soultaker is hit with a bulldog from Young. Young with fist of fury to the back of the head of Soultaker as the ref issues a four count. Young stops and goes right back to the fist to the back of the head.

MJ: Jad is up in the corner getting his wind back after that massive choke slam. Young see’s Jad and get’s up and charges the corner, Jad with a drop toe hold and Young crashes into the turnbuckles. Jad with kicks to the kidney area and then backs up a few steps and races in and runs up Young’s back and pushes off executing a drop kick that sends Young face first into the top turnbuckle.

SS: Young is busted open. He’s not the only one as Soultaker is busted open from those punches from Young a few moments ago.

MJ: Soultaker sees the blood and he hops up. He pushes Jad out of the way and grabs Young and whips him to the corner hard. As Young is falling out of the corner, Soultaker grabs him and nails him with……..

SS: Final Resting…..Soultaker just hit a black hole slam on Allen Young. This match is over. He’s covering.

MJ: Jad with a baseball slide kick to break up the count. Soultaker up and whips Khalid to the ropes. The kid holds on and Soultaker comes charging and goes for a big boot, but Jad ducks and Soultaker is hung up on the rope. Jad up to the top turnbuckle and drop kicks Soultaker out to the floor.

SS: Jad over to Young and pulls him up and plants him with a brainbuster. Jad up to the top turnbuckle again and nails Life’s Redemption.

MJ: OMG! A senton bomb off the top turnbuckle onto Young and this has to be it.

SS: Khalid Jad has become the first WCWA Heavyweight Champion.

ID: Ladies and Gentlemen. Your winner and newly crowned WCWA Heavyweight Champion……Khalid Jad!

MJ: Folks thanks for joining us for this PPV, but we just received word from Mr. Vino that we have to hurry up and get out of here, because the owners are on their way to show this building off to some indy fed call WAR.

SS: Catch us on Riot April 10, 2007 for the fallout from March Madness.