Noah and Karen are both walking backstage when a young person comes from a doorway and bumps into Noah, Noah nearly spills his bottle of Mountain Dew in the process and eyes the wide eyed teen.]
Noah: [angrily] What the hell kid, pay more attention! You could have caused me to spill my drink!
[No reaction from the kid…]
Noah: Are you ok?
[The kid has a look in his eyes like he is about to cry and Noah looks to Karen for support and she throws up her arms.]
Karen: Don’t look at me…
Noah: Are you going to have a fit? Do your parents know where you are?
[The kid nods his head yes…]
Noah: Well we have a sign of life…[Noah shakes his head] glad to see the shrooms haven’t killed all the brain cells just yet. Have fun kid enjoy the show…oh and make sure you buy the new Noah Hanson shirt it’s the bomb…
[Noah laughs as he starts to walk away and then turns and there is his old tag team partner from Pro Wrestling X, Skylar Kelly. Noah looks a bit shocked, but then it is replaced by a cocky smirk…]
Noah: Wellll… what brings you all the way out here to the West Coast…this isn’t your type of place pimp…
Karen: Did you just call him a pimp?
Noah: (whispering to Karen) Yeah, it’s part of my image revamp, I have to try and be hip with this gangsta crowd…
Karen: Ohhhhh….
Skylar: Hey grandpa, get out of the way a newer and better generation is here and you ain’t it…
[Noah chuckles at the comment and then hands his pop and sunglasses to Karen]
Noah: Hey junior, the last time I checked you had to be this tall [Noah extends his hand to just above the height of Skylar] to get into this arena and sorry we will need your parents’ approval and for them to sign a waver release so WCWA doesn’t get sued…
[Skylar mocks laughter and then gets a serious look on his face.]
Skylar: Why were you at the UTA ppv? You had no business being there!
Noah: What and you did? Let’s get a few things straight I was asked to be there by Mr. Peterson himself. I did it to get the name of WCWA out there just a little bit more. You know you should consider being more of a team player, maybe you would still be in PWX or maybe Encore would still be open…
Skylar: That’s low even for you…
Noah: I do my best to offend…
Skylar: It is what you do best…
Karen: Not necessarily…
Noah: Heh…
Skylar: Whatever…
Noah: Yell ya what homie, enjoy the show and maybe if you’re lucky maybe you’ll learn something…
Skylar: I doubt it…
[Noah and Karen walk past Skylar, both laughing as they continue down the hall]
Skylar: Good to know he is still a jerk…
# BOOM
# BOOM
# 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 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 .
[Backstage James Alec Xander is just arriving to his locker room. He's dressed for success tonight, a sharp business suit, sunglasses, and he is completely clean shaven. With his bag full of wrestling gear in his hand, he admires the door to the locker room as it has his name written on it. Literally. There is a black sign that reads "James Alec Xander".]
James: "Damn, its good to be back. And mostly to be me."
[James smirks and admires it for a second before pushing open the door and entering. It takes him only a second to realize that the locker room is occupied by a familiar face.]
[The Dark Horse.]
[Mike Sloan.]
[Sloan is dressed for success as well tonight, clad in his wrestling gear as he sits on a bench in the center of the room and looks up as JAX enters and smiles at him. The smile looks forced but comes out as everything does with Sloan, smooth and intimidating.]
Mike: "How's the training going?"
[James puts his bag down on the floor but keeps his eyes on Mike Sloan the entire time.]
James: "It's a bit tiring."
[This draws a smirk from both men.]
Mike: "I thought that it might be. But I assure you like I did two weeks ago. It is completely worth it."
James: "Right, I'm not disagreeing with you. I am just saying..."
[He restates with a hint of hostility.]
James: "It's a bit tiring."
[Mike nods and stands, staring James Alec Xander in the eyes.]
Mike: "I came here to talk about our plans for tonight."
James: "I figured you had something on the agenda."
Mike: "Of course I do. People have been abusing the hole in their faces all too much this week. Time to close them up. Especially Soultaker, but he's just the beginning."
James: "I see. Look, Mike, I want to say that I appreciate what you have done and all, especially with that chair shot last week and all..."
[James points a finger at Mike.]
James: "But that was a one week only deal. I think that we should do our separate things tonight."
Mike: "You think so?"
James: "I know so, I made the deal after all."
Mike: "And the training I have provided for you. What about that?"
James: "You offered that outside of the deal. There was no connection."
[There is a pause between the two men as they stand face to face with an intensity like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any second.]
Mike: "James, I must say that you disappoint me. I honestly had some hope in you, I thought you were serious about all of this."
[Mike begins to leave the locker room but James calls out after him.]
James: "Wait."
[Mike doesn't stop so James cuts him off by placing his arm in the way, blocking him in the doorway.]
James: "I am serious."
[Mike looks back at him with cold eyes.]
Mike: "How serious?"
James: "Serious enough to undergo your chaotic training."
Mike: "That's not what I was talking about. I am talking about action. Tonight. About beating some respect into these idiots."
[James is hesitant for a second but then sighs and swallows his pride.]
James: "I am listening."
[Mike closes the door, leaving the camera stranded on the other side as the two plot.]
SS: What in the hell are those two up to tonight?
MJ: You can never tell with Sloan. Hell he’s the reason I started drinking.
SS: That’s a lie, you’ve been drinking since you were two. Let’s go to the first match.
Jackson: “Now we get to see those two fat out of shape, lazy, no good lard asses come out here and devour yet another tag team that’s trying to make its debut here tonight!”
Sanchez: “I thought you were a mark for the Fatbreakers?”
Jackson: “That’s only when their facing off against 80 Proof!”
[Jackson reaches down under the table and picks up a bottle that’s wrapped in a brown paper bag and he takes a swig.]
Sanchez: “This isn’t happy hour, this is WCWA Riot!”
Jackson: “Ah, I don’t really care! I’ll drink whenever I feel like it, thank you!”
Sanchez: “Well it’s your job that you’re risking!”
Jackson: “Yeah well…”
[He’s cut off by Sanchez as he tries to finish his statement.]
Sanchez: “Never mind, I don’t want to get into it with you! So let’s take it to the back where Cynthia Smith is standing by with the Fatbreakers and manager Karl “Big Man” Jones!”
[The scene cut to the back as Cynthia Smith’s standing there alone with Karl Jones.]
Cynthia: “So Karl is your team ready for their challenge tonight?”
[She reaches the microphone down to him.]
Karl: “Are they ready? Are you serious? Those two were born ready! When Jimmy and Dustin get in that ring you’re going to see the wet spot start to develop in our opponent’s pants and then you’ll know who the most dominant force in the WCWA is.”
[Cynthia straightens back up and puts the microphone back up to her mouth.]
Cynthia: “So where are Dustin Dunn and Jimmy Ryans, Karl?”
[She bends down again so that he can speak.]
Karl: “They’ll be here in just a minute; they were finishing up a box of a dozen glazed doughnuts that was sent here from their friends at Krispy Kreme. It really is too bad that you all haven’t invested in a Dunkin’ Donuts yet, they would have preferred to have those.”
[Karl takes his hand out of his pocket and looks at his watch.]
Karl: “Those two need to be on their way so we can destroy this unknown team.”
[Karl moves from in front of Cynthia and looks around the corner where their dressing room is.]
Karl: “Hey! Get your blubber butts out here! We have a match!”
[The door flies open as Dustin Dunn steps out first with his mouth full of donut. Jimmy Ryans follows as he’s holding the box in his hand.]
Karl: “Jimmy what are you doing with that box?”
Jimmy: “I’m just looking for a garbage can Karl.”
Karl: “There’s one right there, get rid of that box so we can get this match over with.”
[Jimmy walks over to the garbage can and tosses the box in it and turns around.]
Voice: “Well look at that fatass!”
[A voice comes from across the room. Jimmy turns around to see who it was and gets blasted in the face with a black metal police baton. Jimmy falls to the ground knocking some things around. He makes enough noise for Karl and Dustin to hear. They turn around to see what it was and see Jimmy lying on his back and his head split open pouring blood.]
Dustin: “What the…”
[Dustin goes over to check on Jimmy. He bends down and tries talking to him.]
SMACK!!!!!!!
[Another black metal police baton thuds off the back of Dustin’s skull knocking him on top of Jimmy.]
[Jackson and Sanchez sit there and watch on in their monitors.]
Sanchez: “we need to get some help back there!”
[Karl looks down the hall at Dustin.]
Karl: “Dustin? Dustin?”
[Karl’s in shock, he can’t believe what he’s just seen. He wobbles over to see who it was hoping that they are already gone. His luck is just as bad as Jimmy and Dustin’s. One of the masked men picks him up shoulder high and the other man locks on a front chancery and they drop onto the concrete floor simultaneously as Karl’s little head bounces off the concrete floor.]
[The two masked men get up and dust themselves off. Cynthia comes from around the corner and sees the Fatbreakers and Karl lying on the concrete floor.]
[Cynthia gasps.]
Cynthia: “Oh my god, somebody help! Please somebody help!”
[Her cries fall upon deaf ears as no one hears her. She stands there looking at the three men as the two masked men walk up beside her.]
Cynthia: “What do you want? Leave me alone, please, just leave me alone!”
[The first man removes his mask to revile himself.]
Jackson: “Holy hell! That’s one half of the former OCW tag team champion the Sex Symbols! That’s Sean Peters! What’s he doing here?”
[The second man removes his mask showing his face.]
Sanchez: “And that’s his tag team partner JD Hart! What are they doing here?”
[JD grabs the microphone from Cynthia’s hand and she runs off looking for help.]
JD: “WCWA, were here to show you what two of the sexiest men in the wrestling world today can do in a place with such a lack of competition. Those two fat asses were nothing more than a joke here in the WCWA. They had to put a mirror on the floor just to see their Johnson’s, but I can assure you I don’t have to do that!”
[A smile comes across his face.]
JD: “I see the tag team champions here 80 Proof, or the drunks that no other federation wanted flaunting around here showing off those belts that they shouldn’t have. Well were here to take those away from you two by any means necessary!”
[He hands the microphone to Sean.]
Sean: “The time for a new beginning is now and the new beginning will consist of new WCWA tag team champions too!”
[Sean drops the microphone and they both walk away.]
Jackson: “Wow! This is great! I don’t have to see the fatty’s ever again! Can this night get any better?”
WCWA MATCH RIZZO VS NOAH HANSON
I’m waiting on this match, but Hanson wins, just letting you guys know so we can move on until I get this match or I write it myself.
"Welcome back to the WCWA!"
[The crowd quiets down when they hear the whispery voice of the Forgotten One.]
"Right here, right now, I'm opening Riot. For all of you who forgot to tune in, those who just changed the channel because they thought it was going to be filled with the same lame characters that they are used to seeing on WCWA programming."
[A small smirk drifts across the Dark Horses face. They one that lets the people at home know that Hell is about to arrive in Cali.]
"Let me recap last week for all of you who did not know I was going to be on here. I was approached by a...some what... a character by the name of Jax. Now this man had a proposition for myself that if he beat me I was to help him out, to train him back into contender ship. Well since all of you know that the last two guys I trained are no MIA I had no intentions of doing any of that. On the other hand I decided hell, why not get help in restoring the WWA to the prominent wrestling organization in the world. So he became my apprentice."
[Some sneer, some cheers, mostly boos. Only, the boos, they make his smile larger.]
"So I'm about to hand out the marching orders when I hear Soultaker laughing at Jax. I stay back, wanting to see how this man, my apprentice, handles it."
[Boos erupt.]
"Yes, that's what I thought too. But, that's why he's under my wing now....If you want to be a champion..."
[His glazed look just intensifies.]
"You must act like a champion. Which leads us up to tonight’s main event."
[The chants of Light and Jad echo throughout the arena.]
"Yeah, they get to watch me destroy Soultaker too. They might learn a bit as well."
[Booing.]
"You're right, what I show them won't even penetrate their thick skulls."
[And on that note he lowers his mic and walks back stage.]
MJ: Sloan is becoming like the fixtures that come with your house. He’s always out here for one thing or another.
SS: Well he’s making it known that he’s not just here to please people. Sloan has a goal set and he knows what it takes to accomplish it.
MJ: Let’s get to the ring.
ID: Ladies and gentlemen our next match is a standard tag team match. Already in the ring we have BIG TIME JERKS accompanied by Col. Sissy.
[Fans are booing, but the Jerks don’t give a damn.]
[The legendary chords of Skynyrd's “Sweet Home Alabama” echo through the arena. The intSSet fans of the BWA days pop HUGE!]
ID: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Clearfield, Alabama, weighing in at 533 pounds. Jim Beam! Jack Daniels!..80 Proof!!!!
[As the bass riff really kicks in, they step from behind the curtains. The first man, tanding barely 6 feet tall, he appears wiry, but confident. He wears jean shorts and a black t-shirt with green lettering that says, “MSS”. One the back it reads simply “Living History”. Jim carries in his hand a flagpole with the SouthSS flag waving tall, and a smaller POWMIA flag proudly displayed. His partner steps out right after him. Hi 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, “We're BAAACK!!!” On the back, it reads, “Old stables never die. The MSS kills them.” He takes a few swings with the axe-handle that is in his hands, and then they make their way to the ring.]
DING
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SS: Beam and Young start out and they start out fierce. Beam with a full arm drag and twist. Young counter and turning it into a hammerlock.
MJ: Beam making his way to the ropes to break the hold. Young holds on until right before the four count. As Young is backing away, Beam nails him with an elbow to the jaw and quickly whips him to the corner of 80 Proof.
SS: Beam tags in Daniels. Daniels leaps over the ropes and grabs Young executing a bulldog. It wasn’t pretty, but it was effective.
MJ: Well 80 Proof aren’t exactly known for being technically sound wrestlers. Daniels with a knee drop to the head of Young and he goes to pull him up.
SS: Young with a rake of the eyes to slow the momentum of Daniels down. Daniels is close enough where Beam can reach out and tag him, as Young makes it over to Dean and tags him in. Beam charges in and is met with a boot to the face from Daniels.
MJ: Dean is aggressive as hell as he is laying on the punches to Beam’s midsection. That’s one way to soften up a fella.
SS: Dean pulling Beam to his feet and plants him with a scoop slam. What the hell?
[The lights flicker for a moment.]
MJ: Damn, did Vino pay the damn light bill for this joint? Dean is bouncing off the ropes with a leg drop and a cover on Beam.
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MJ: Jim Beam kicks out barely. This could be considered an upset if BTJ wins this match.
SS: I don’t think so. These guys have taken on Reign of Pain and beat them twice. Daniels with Beam back to his feet and sends him to the corner hard and follows him in with a splash. He tags Young back in.
MJ: Young back in and goes to grab Beam, but Beam with a kick to the mid section and catches Young with a swinging neckbreaker. Beam is making his way over to his corner and tags in Daniels.
SS: Daniels pulls Adam Young to his feet and executes a belly to belly suplex and goes for a cover.
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SS: Young kicks out at two and the match continues. Daniels is attempting to pulling Young up, when Young rolls him up for a pin.
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MJ: Jack Daniels kicks out.
[The lights go out and the fans are hushed.]
WHACK
WHACK
WHACK
WHACK
[The lights come back up and both teams are down.]
MJ: What in the hell just happened? I heard smashing sounds and now 80 Proof and The Big Time Jerks are down.
SS: [Looking up to the entrance.] There’s your answer. Mike Sloan and James Alec Xander are standing at the entrance ramp with chairs in their hands as the ref is counting both teams.
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MJ: It’s gonna be some shyt behind this.
SS: Watch your mouth you bastard.
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SS: No one is moving and Jim Beam has been busted open. Sloan and JAX have left the area, but we know they are still in the building.
MJ: Man this ain’t right. I hate to see this happen. This was a good match to.
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DING……DING….
ID: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a double count out, this match is being called a no contest. Neither team is able to continue with the match.
MJ: Damn Beam is busted open.
SS: I know Vino is gonna be mad about this.
[Commercial for WWA International Wars]
MJ: We have a new show that starts tonight featuring that GAY guy.
SS: “Gorgeous” Allen Young is the man’s name. The show is call The Flower Pot Show.
MJ: So you say. Well here we go with his creative ideas.
A Pink light cover the WCWA ring as Allen is sitting on a stool.
Allen: Welcome to another edition of the Flower Pot Show. As you can see I don't have any special guest this week because quiet frankly I can't find one worth person to be on this week's shows!
[The crowd boo's.]
Allen: Yeah, go ahead you morons and boo me! Because with the mood I'm currently in I just don't give a damn you people are just a bunch of fools!
[Allen gets up off his stool and paces around the ring.]
Allen: Yeah, that's right I said you people are just a bunch of fools. It makes me sick to think that Dan Easton is getting a title shot over me, it should be me not Easton getting that title shot. I should have won that battle royal but I was screwed over once again, but I am not going to cry over spill milk!
[Allen walks over to a turnbuckle and leans over the top turnbuckle.]
Allen: You, see "Gorgeous" Allen Young is not some kind of sideshow entertainment! I take my job very serious to the point that I am willing to do whatever it takes to be on top! However, it seems right now I've not been doing a good job at being at the top here lately. Oh yeah, I've hit a serious roadblock but damnit to hell I am not going to let it stop me.
[The crowd starts to chant "CRYBABY".]
Allen: I am not a crybaby!
[Allen drops the michphone and falls the canvas as he kicks and screams in protest of the crowd chanting "Crybay" at him.]
Allen: [crying slowly picks up the michphone.] This segment of the Flower Pot is over!
[The scene fades to black as Allen leaves the ring.]
[Commercial for OCW Stampede]
MJ: [Drinking]We have a good three way match coming up next. We have a hobo wrestling in it as well.
SS: Edward White is the man’s name and he will be facing Kip Kutler and Shawn Arrows.
ID: This match is a three way match. Already in the ring are Kip Kutler and Shawn Arrows.
[Fans show mixed reaction.]
ID: Making his way to the ring and weighing in at 220 pounds and standing at 5’ 11” is Edward “The Hobo” White!
"Mas Tequila" by Sammy Hagar hits the PA system. Out stumbles The Hobo with a bottle of beer in a brown paper bag cletched in his hand. He lifts his arm into the hair with the bagged bottle as the crowd roars in approval. Calabaza Del Demonio comes out from the back and pats him on the back as the two head down to the ring. The Hobo slides into the ring and mounts the turnbuckle as he takes a drag off of his booze. He hands Calabaza the bottle and shakes out for his match.
DING
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MJ: Calabaza needs to come sit over here and we can hit that bottle together.
SS: Only you would drink behind a nasty ass hobo.
MJ: Calabaza has set the bottle in Edward’s corner and he’s taunting Kip Kutler. The ref is over and checking on the situation.
SS: While the ref’s back is turned, Edward picks up the bottle and nails Shawn Arrows over the head with it and runs and shoves Kutler over the ropes and to the floor.
MJ: The ref turns back to the action in the ring as Calabaza nails Kutler on the outside. White is pulling Arrows to his feet and nails him with a neck breaker.
SS: White points to the action outside and the ref turns as White nails Arrows with GOTCHA.
MJ: What a combination? A low blow and then executing a Death Valley Driver and Arrows is down. Calabaza stops his attack on Kutler and the ref turns and counts the pin.
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MJ: Damn, the damn hobo won!
ID: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match…..Edward “The Hobo” White!
SS: Hell I like this guy. He knows how to take care of business quick, fast and in a hurry.
[Commercial for the WCWA t-shirt.]
ID: The following contest is a standard match and it is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, he hails from St. Cloud, Minnesota and he weighs in at 252 pounds…. Jason Alec Xander!
[The lights in the arena darken and the anticipation builds. The hard drums and vocals of "Determined" by Mudvayne blare as this kicks off the entrance of James Alec Xander. The crowd isn't entirely sure what to think as some people boo and most remain quiet. A few seconds pass before Jax comes out to ringside, a giant smirk etched on his face. His body is soaked with water, and his entire upper body gleams in the lights.]
[James exchanges some words with the fans as he approaches the ring and slides in. He finishes this sequence by pumping his hands into the air three times and then he climbs a turnbuckle post to raise a clenched fist into the air. The song dies down after a few minutes.]
ID: And his opponent hails from somewhere and he weighs in at 225 pounds… Alexander Shaw!
[Shaw walks down to the ring and he climbs in.]
Sylvia: This is going to be a snorefest.
Mario: So they’re no frills. Nothing wrong with that.
*The ref calls for the ball and the match is under way. Xander attacks haw with a battery of rights to the head. JAX backs Shaw into the corner and he lays into Shaw with a few chops across the chest. JAX grabs the middle ropes, using them for leverage as he rams his shoulder into Shaw’s midsection. JAX drags Shaw out of the corner and then he executes a vertical suplex. Both men get up, but Shaw is slower to do so. JAX lands a hard boot to the gut. JAX lifts Shaw up, then he hits an inverted atomic drop capped off with a running clothesline. JAX waits for Shaw to get to his feet. When he does, JAX grabs his head and he nails a neckbreaker. JAX covers.*
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Kickout!
Sylvia: Maybe I was wrong.
Mario: See, you’re an illiterate bitch because you judge books by their covers.
Sylvia: And you’re impotent because you’re married to a fat woman
*JAX stands up and he lays the boots to Shaw. JAX hoists Shaw up to his feet. JAX whips Shaw into the ropes. He catches Shaw with a powerslam on the return. JAX gets up only to drop right back down on Shaw with an elbow drop. JAX covers again.*
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Kickout!!
Mario: If this keeps up, Shaw’s not going to last long at all.
Sylvia: Xander seems determined to put this one away early.
*JAX lifts Shaw back to his feet. JAX grabs Shaw with a waistlock, and then he sends Shaw crashing into the turnbuckles with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Shaw falls and lands on top of his head.*
Mario: My god! He could’ve broken Shaw’s neck with that!!!
Sylvia: Not to mention several vertebrae.
*JAX lifts Shaw back to his feet. JAX bends Shaw over, then he sends Shaw to the mat with a powerbomb. JAX covers again.*
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Kickout!!
Sylvia: This Shaw guy’s one tough SOB.
Mario: That’s for sure. I haven’t seen anybody take this much punishment since Mike Tyson fought Lennox Lewis.
*JAX stands up and he’s very frustrated. He argues with the referee, trying to say the count was slow. As he complains to the ref, Shaw gets to his feet. Shaw sneaks up behind Xander. He grabs a hold of JAX. He throws JAX down with a German suplex. Both met get up slowly. Shaw lands a few stiff boots to the midsection. Shaw stuns Xander with a European uppercut. Shaw continues the assault with a battery of forearms smashes to the face. Shaw grabs JAX by the head and then he nails a snap suplex. Shaw covers.*
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Mario: Well then, looks like Shaw’s going to make a match out of this.
Sylvia: Nah, he’s just getting lucky. JAX will destroy him soon enough.
*Shaw and JAX both get up. Shaw whips JAX into the ropes. Shaw goes for a standing dropkick, but JAX holds on to the ropes. Shaw hits the mat face first. As he gets up, JAX charges and he devastates Shaw with a running knee strike to the side of the head. JAX picks Shaw up and then he nails a backbreaker. JAX goes to the corner and he climbs up to the 2nd rope. He flies with an elbow drop, but he hits nothing but mat as Shaw rolls out of the way. Shaw stands up just before JAX does. JAX charges right into a back body drop. JAX gets to his feet, but then he’s taken down with a side Russian legsweep. Shaw rolls JAX onto his stomach and then he applies a bow and arrow submission.*
Mario: Interesting tactic. I guess he’s trying to slow the match down and wear JAX down with submissions.
Sylvia: Yeah, he’s determined to slow this match down and induce several thousand comas around this arena.
*Xander refuses to give up as Shaw digs his foot deeper between JAX’s shoulder blades. Shaw lets go of the arms and he lands a vicious stomp to JAX’s back. Shaw follows it up with a knee drop to the back. Shaw grabs a hold of Xander and this time he applies a Mexican surfboard. Shaw applies more pressure to JAX’s back, trying to get him to submit. However, JAX refuses to oblige. Shaw lets go of the hold. He gets up and he pulls JAX up with him. Shaw hooks JAX’s arms and then he blasts JAX with a dragon suplex. Shaw covers.*
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thr NO!!
Mario: Man that was close!! Maybe those submissions did enough damage to give Shaw the win very soon.
Sylvia: You’re an idiot… and an alcoholic.
Mario: No, alcoholics go to meetings.
*Shaw stands up and he stomps away at JAX. JAX rolls out of the ring to get away from Shaw’s nefarious boot. Shaw goes around the ref, then he climbs out. Shaw charges at JAX< but JAX is quick and he nails a drop toe hold, he grabs a hold of Shaw. JAX picks him up, then he puts him down brutally with a pile driver on the concrete. JAX peels Shaw off of the floor and then he rolls Shaw into the ring. JAX climbs in. He picks JAX up only to put Shaw in a tree of woe. JAX backs up, runs, and he crushes Shaw with a running shoulder block.*
Mario: Oh my god, that was Just Plain Ugly!!
*JAX drags Shaw out of the corner and he lays him down. JAX gets to the top rope. He jumps and he nails a top rope body splash.*
Sylvia: Legend Maker! This match is DONE!
*JAX stays on top and he hooks the leg for the cover.*
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(DING DING!)
ID: The winner of this match… James Alec Xander!!!
SS: Xander has been making waves in and out of the ring. He’s gonna be one of the hottest stars in the company soon.
MJ: He would do good to stay away from Mike Sloan though.
[Commercial for WCWA’s June PPV Ground Breaking Experience.]
Mario: Well this next match should be a real barn burner as we have Peter Gilmour versus RJ Harris. A match that could main event just about any show in the country.
Sylvia: Yeah this should be a great match up…
[The lights go down and a single red spot light comes on over the Big Screen and voice come over the PA System.]
1...2...Harris is coming for you
3...4...Better lock your door
5...6...Pray to your crucifix
7...8...Better train real late
9...10.. You will never wrestle again.
[Vagabond By Mighty Raw starts to play as R. J. Harris explodes out of the back and walks to the ring with his hands held high. He shakes hands and he rolls into the ring and goes to a corner and waits for his opponent.)
ID: In the ring to my left he is RJ Harris!!
Mario: Well we all know that Harris is more than ready for this match and this one should be a real classic as we are both very familiar with what these two are capable of in the ring.
Sylvia: Yeah, this should be one for the ages…
[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: And entering the ring accompanied by his manager Ashley Marie, this is the “Xtreme Icon” Peter Gilmour!
Mario: I wonder if he is any relation to Happy Gilmour?
Sylvia: Who?
Mario: You know Adam Sandler?
Sylvia: Oh yeah, he’s cute…
[The ref signals for the bell and the match begins, both men size each other up and then lock up in the middle of the ring with a basic, collar and elbow tie up. Gilmour shoves Harris away and tries to hit a clothesline but Harris is easily able to duck under the move and then nails a dropkick as Gilmour turns around. Glimour stumbles against the ropes and Harris moves in and peppers Gilmour with a series of rights and the fires him into the ropes and tries to leapfrog Gilmour but Gilmour stops when Harris leaps and Gilmour snaps over quickly hitting a snap powerslam and hooks a leg…]
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[Harris kicks out…]
Mario: If Harris keeps that up he will be searching for a way to end a three match losing streak…
Sylvia: That would be a hell of a streak going into the next PPV…
Mario: You better believe it…
[Gilmour pulls Harris up by the head and delivers a series of elbows to the face and then a knee to the gut and then snapmares him to the map and applies a rear chinlock and delivers a few elbows to the top of the head and then pulls Harris back to his feet and hits a double underhook overhead suplex. Harris hits the mat and Gilmour floats over and makes a cover…]
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[Harris again kicks out…]
[Gilmour argues with the ref a bit as he motions with hands for a faster count and the ref motions that Harris got his shoulder up.]
Mario: Well, looks like Gilmour is a bit frustrated that he has not been able to get a pin yet…
Sylvia: Yeah, he is trying to get into the main event title picture and well to be blunt Harris is just trying to get the losing monkey off his back.
Mario: It makes each match that much more desperate in terms of ending the streak…
Sylvia: That is a great point…
[Gilmour pulls Harris up but Harris with a small package…]
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[Gilmour kicks out]
Mario: That was close…
Sylvia: Real close…
[Gilmour is quick to his feet and charges at Harris who ducks a clothesline attempt and then when Gilmour turns around Harris nails a spinning heel kick that staggers the bigger Gilmour as his manager pounds the mat trying to encourage her charge to get back on track. Harris waits for Gilmour to get to his feet and then nails an inverted atomic drop and then a spinning neck breaker and makes a cover…]
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[Gilmour kicks out…]
Mario: Harris using his smaller size to his advantage, his quick thinking and even quicker feet might give him a decided edge.
Sylvia: I agree Harris has shown that size doesn’t always win matches, someone with good speed and agility can win a match or two…
[Harris snaps Gilmour over and nails a roundhouse kick to the back of head of Gilmour, Gilmour slumps to the mat as Harris goes to the second rope and drops a second rope elbow drop and then makes another cover…]
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[Gilmour kicks out again as his manager is screaming at the top of her lungs for Gilmour to get up.]
Mario: Man Gilmour is reeling after that set of moves…
Sylvia: This is really turning out to be a hell of a match…
Mario: I just thought that Gilmour would put up more of a fight than what he has up to this point.
Sylvia: Well he is a multiple time champion he is probably just trying to find that one opening and then make his move…
[Gilmour is struggling to get to his feet and Harris bounces off the ropes only to be tripped up by Gilmour’s manager. Harris looks down and reaches through the ropes, trying to get to the woman but she slaps Harris hard across the face. Meanwhile, Gilmour is using the distraction to get to his feet and regain his composure and charges in hitting Harris from behind with a double axehandle to the back. Harris is choked with the second rope and then Gilmour uses his boot to choke Harris more as the ref counts for a rope break…]
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[Gilmour continues choking Harris and even looks at the ref and smiles.]
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[Gilmour smiles and laughs…]
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[Gilmour applies more pressure…]
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[Gilmour continues choking Harris until the ref gets in and pushes Gilmour back warning him about doing that again. While Gilmour is being reprimanded his manager uses one of her shoes and wallops Harris right between the eyes.]
Mario: That is so dirt-handed…
Sylvia: I want some shoes just like those, maybe in a cherry red though…
Mario: (sigh)
[Harris staggers on the ropes and then pulls himself to his feet and a small trickle of blood can be seen running down the bridge of his nose. He turns around only to get drilled by a running boot to the face. Harris is down in a heap and Gilmour stands over him holding his arms in the air. Harris with a straight jab to the groin and then wraps his legs around the hips of Gilmour and rolling backwards into a pinning position…]
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[Gilmour again kicks out…]
Mario: Harris must have nine lives or something…
Sylvia: Something...
[Gilmour and Harris lock up and Gilmour sends Harris into the ropes and Harris slides between the legs of Gilmour and then gets to his feet and dropkicks the right knee. Gilmour screams in pain as Harris wipes the blood from his face with his hand and then grabs the knee and places it between his own legs and drops straight down on the knee. Gilmour screams in pain as Harris grabs the injured and applies a figure four leglock. Gilmour screams in pain and punches Harris in the head a few times but Harris never releases the hold. The ref checks Gilmour to see if he taps but Gilmour refuses…]
Mario: How long can Gilmour last in this move?
Sylvia: I dunno but with his knee already injured he might not be able to last much longer…
Mario: This is a great match and has went back and forth…
[Gilmour fights and finally reaches the ropes and the ref forces Harris to break the hold. Harris drags Gilmour back into the middle of the ring and tries to apply the figure four again but Gilmour kicks out of it and sends Harris into a corner. Gilmour struggles to get to his feet as Harris pulls himself up…]
Mario: Gilmour really needs to find a way to turn this match around…
Sylvia: Bigtime…
(Gilmour runs at Harris but Harris ducks under and grabs the back of the head of Gilmour and hits a hangman’s neckbreaker and then quickly scrambles in and applies a modified single leg crab on Gilmour and sits back deep, cinching in the hold and after a few moments Gilmour is forced to tap out!]
Mario: Smart wrestling there as he set his sights on one part and that is how he gets the submission win…
Sylvia: And ends his losing streak to boot…
[Commercial for The Truth.Com]
MJ: This should be a good match. The Gold Rush title is on the line.
SS: The champ Hunter Hill will be facing “Gorgeous” Allen Young.
MJ: Hell just say GAY, he doesn’t mind at all.
ID: Coming to the ring at this time is the challenger. Standing at 6’ 5” and weighing in at 235 pounds is “Gorgeous” Allen Young.
Lovesexy By Prince hits as Allen comes out skipping waving to the crowd and blowing kiss to them as he skips his way to the ring. Once in the ring Allen pulls out a spray can and spray the full of perfume.
ID: His opponent making his way to the ring is the WCWA Gold Rush Champion……HUNTER HILL!
[Hill comes charging down from the back and slides into the ring.]
DING
DING
DING
THIS MATCH IS SUMMARIZED TO GET THIS CARD UP. I’ll add the rest later.
MJ: We are 10 minutes into this match and both Hill and Young have given it their all.
SS: Young with a backlift spinning powerbomb on Hill and follows up with a few elbows for good measure. Young pulling Hill to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Hill holds on at Young went for a drop kick. Hill is not truly able to capitalize after the powerbomb and the fact that this has been on grueling match.
MJ: Young is slowly getting to his feet and Hill goes over and executes a snap suplex and rolls over for a pin.
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MJ: Young kicks out! Hill can’t believe it as he goes to pulling Young back up, but Young drops down grabbing Hills head and executing a jaw breaker on the champ.
SS: Damn that had to hurt! Allen whips Hill to the corner and follows him in with a splash and he slaps Hill’s face. Young with a European uppercut and another one and another one, as he rocks Hill’s head.
MJ: Young back flips Hill to the center of the ring and he climbs the turnbuckle. Young leaping off with a corkscrew leg drop across the face of Hill and then leans over and kisses him on the cheek.
SS: He shouldn’t have done that as a pissed off Hunter Hill reaches up and begins choking Young. I don’t care how down you think you have a man, don’t mess with his man hood. Hill might just kill Allen Young now.
MJ: The ref is counting and Hill releases. Hill whipping Young and then stopping short and turning it into a short armed clothesline. Hill goes for an elbow drop, but Young rolls out of the way only by instinct.
SS: These guys are worn out and I can’t blame them. Look at both of them pulling each other up. Hill with a right…….Young with a right………Hill going for another right, but Young ducks and hits a dragon screw leg whip.
MJ: Young waiting…..waiting……Young with The Face Lift….his version of the Ace Crusher and he just nail Hunter Hill with it.
SS: The ref is there for the count.
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MJ: I can’t freaking believe this……Allen Young just beat Hunter Hill.
SS: I can!
ID: Your Winner and NEW WCWA GOLD RUSH CHAMPION………”Gorgeous” Allen Young!
MJ: Look at this dude skipping around the damn ring.
SS: You need to go join him.
[Commercial for the R J Harris T-shirt]
INSERT SLOAN VS SOULTAKER: I’m sleepy I’ll insert this one tomorrow.
[Jim and Jack knock at R.J. Harris' locker-room door.]
voice: "C'mon in."
[Jim and Jack enter. Gone is the business suit of the marketing genius. Tonight, he's in his other work clothes. Already with his game face on, Harris is ready for his match tonight.]
JB: "Hey, you got a minute?"
RJ: "Yeah, what's up?"
JD: "We have something we want to say."
[Harris stops, giving them his undevided attention.]
JB: "What happened to you last week wasn't right. And that's partially our fault. It's something that didn't happen in the old days. You know, back when..."
JD: 'That doesn't make it right. From now on, 80 Proof is back on the job as the enforcers."
JB: "We're going to take care of business around here, starting tonight. You said you will have Jad's back? Let us stand with you. We've always been one up on the WFWA....let's make sure it stays that way."
JD: "There's only one thing left to say..."
[Rather than saying another word, Jim reaches out and hands something to Harris. The WCWA tag team champions pat him on the shoulder and walk out the door.]
MJ: Damn! We have had one hell of a night tonight and it’s about to get even better.
SS: That’s right Mario! You may be one drunk bastard, but you know a good damn show when you see it. It’s time now for the main event of the night.
MJ: Oh yea! This could be the night that the WCWA makes waves in the WCWA. We have the WWA World Champion here tonight.
SS: And he’s taking on our WCWA Heavyweight Champion in one Khalid Jad. Let’s go to the ring now.
ID: Ladies and Gentlemen……Tonight here on Riot in the WCWA, we have a WWA Sanctioned match. Christian Light the WWA World Champion will take on the WCWA Heavyweight Champion Khalid Jad.
[The fans are cheering at the opportunity that Jad has tonight.]
ID: The challenger tonight…..Standing at 5’11” and weighing in at 225 pounds. He is the WCWA Heavyweight Champion…..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.]
[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.]
[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.]
SS: Jad looks like he’s more ready tonight than any other match I’ve seen him in.
MJ: I don’t know, Christian Light is a fierce competitor and he’s not gonna be an easy tasks for Jad tonight.
ID: The WWA World Champion…….Standing at 6’7” and weighing in at 280 pounds representing the WWA and the Florida region of the AWA is……”The Last Nighthawk” Christian Light!
[Blackness.]
[Whispering can be heard feeding in from the PA system, leading in a crescendoing single note.]
[The note and whispering breaks at the crest, and is replaced by an electric piano playing notes.]
[The spotlights go on, spanning the audience quickly and showering it with blue light.]
#A young man now in a private chair,
#I've seen the world through a bitter stare
#But my dream is still alive,
#I'm going to be the best I can
[The word "can" echoes and fades, as with it do the spotlights as well. At the point of total silence, we hear the opening guitar riffs of “Lights and Sounds” by Yellowcard.]
[When the second guitar kicks in, we finally get the blue spotlight and the man who the crowd has been waiting for.]
[Chistian’s dressed in his usual wrestling attire: a pair of blue trunks with the letters “RTD” written down the outside of each leg in white letters. He’s wearing one of the new Last Nighthawk shirts that you can only get at souvenir stands or WFWA’s offcial website. He wears the alliance's World Heavyweight Title around his waist. And his blue eyes shine with life, like he’s reborn every time he steps onto the ring apron.]
[He walks down the aisle, with his left and right fists in the air, encouraging everyone in the crowd to “put their fists up.” Some of the fans oblige, and those that do get to pound fists with The Last Nighthawk. He makes his way all around the ring, pounding fists with all those who put their fists up and high-fiving the others with his open hand. After making a full circle of the ring area, he hops onto the apron. Walking between the ropes, he enters the ring, hits the nearest corner, and lifts both fists in the air, to the joy of the capacity crowd. He repeats this process three more times, hitting each corner. As he stands on the fourth corner, he takes off his shirt and launches it into the audience for some fan to catch. He comes down from the fourth corner and then takes off the championship belt and hands it to the referee. He begins to stretch.]
[The music fades, the lights come up. Christian is ready.]
MJ: The champ looks confident as hell that he’s gonna retain that belt tonight.
SS: He sure does. Hell, give me a swig of that drink you have.
MJ: Hell me first!
DING
DING
DING
SS: This should be a very technically sound match. Two goodie two shoes facing off against each other.
MJ: It will be interesting to see which one takes the first cheap shot. Remember this is for the title.
SS: Light and Jad shake hands in a show of respect and then each man gets ready for a fight.
MJ: They lock up and Light with a head lock and he’s wrenching it on hard. Light with a slight move and executes a headlock take down on the smaller Jad.
SS: Jad is giving up weight and height in this match. This is gonna be his toughest test to date. Jad wiggles out of the head lock and is quickly back to his feet. Light being slower is up to one knee and Jad with spinning heel kick to the head early in the match.
MJ: Light shakes it off and catches Jad bouncing off the ropes with a knee to the mid section. Light pulling Jad up and nails him with three swift European uppercuts.
SS: The fans are loving this match already. Forearm shots from Light back Jad into the corner. Light takes a few steps back and charges in attempting to nail an elbow to the face, but Khalid side steps him. Light crashing into the turnbuckles and Jad tries to recover.
MJ: Light making his way toward Jad as he’s leaning on the ropes. Jad delivers a kick to the right knee. Jad with another kick to the right knee. Damn his feet are moving faster than I can keep up with as he’s delivering kicks to the knee of Light like bullets out of a STG 77 automatic.
SS: Khalid drop kicks Light on the right knee and Lights drops down. Jad quickly with a DDT on Light and goes for a cover.
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MJ: Kickout by Light. It’s to early to try and put this champ away.
SS: Jad stalking Light from behind as he get’s up. Khalid goes for a bulldog, but Light pushes him off and catches Jad from behind with a massive clothesline to the back of the head and neck area.
MJ: I need a drink. Did you see that shot? Khalid should have whiplash after that. Light with a camel clutch applied to put more pressure on that neck and back of Jad. The youngster is screaming and trying to reach the ropes at the same time.
SS: He’s stretching out with all he can muster up. Is it enough to get him to the ropes? Light leaning back further as Jad struggles to get to the ropes. The ref is asking Jad is he wants to give it up, but he screams, NO!
MJ: He made it, Khalid Jad made it to the ropes and Light breaks the hold. This guy is great. The ref didn’t even have to count for him to release the hold.
SS: Jad pulling himself up and turning is caught in a spine buster by Light. Light executed that well, ensuring Jad’s head hit the mat with the most impact. He’s working the hell out of that neck of this young opponent.
MJ: That’s experience at work baby……Experience at work! Light goes for a cover.
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MJ: Thr…….No! Jad kicked out. The kid kicked out. I think Light is surprised as hell. I know I am! [Drinking the whole time.]
SS: He may be surprised, but he’s not giving up. Light back on Jad with a headlock. He’s continuing with his pursuit of the neck of Jad. This is a veteran move of working one area to soften your opponent up.
MJ: Yea, but Jad slowed Light down by attacking that knee that Light is still nursing. He hit it when he executed that spine buster and it showed on his face. Light pulling Jad up and sends him to the ropes. Light going for a boot to the face, but Jad ducks under and……
SS: Jad jumping on the middle rope, leaps off backwards with a back kick to the knee of Light. Jad is holding his neck, and trying to work the soreness out from Light’s attack. Light on one knee as Jad is behind Light on the middle turnbuckle and executes a missile drop kick to the back of Light’s head.
MJ: Jad is still shaken, but he’s not giving up. Jad is over quickly and locking on an ankle lock on that right leg. Khalid has studied his art well. He’s staying focused on that right knee and adding the ankle with it now.
SS: The fans are really into this match as they are cheering both men on. Light is powering out of the move, by getting into a push up position. He’s in pain, but it doesn’t matter with the WWA title at stake.
MJ: Light struggles to the ropes and Khalid releases the hold instantly. Light is pulling himself up by using the ropes, but Khalid not giving him any breathing room. Khalid with enzuiguri kicks to that right leg and to the back of Christian Light.
SS: Oh……Khalid got to close and Light reaches out and grabs his leg and shoves him back. Light pulls up using the ropes and nurses that leg, by trying to get the blood flowing again. Khalid is coming back over toward Light, and Light lunges and spears Khalid Jad.
MJ: Light lands on top of Jad as the ref counts.
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SS: Jad KICKOUT! I just knew that was it, but Khalid with shear determination, kicked out and this match continues. Both men are trying to get back to their feet slowly. Light reaches out to grab Jad, but Khalid punches him in the mid section. Light goes to grab Jad again, but Jad with another punch to the mid section.
MJ: Legal punches I might add and that doesn’t give you a good punch. Khalid goes for a kick, but Light blocks it and executes a crucifix armbar on Jad. I know that hurts, because you did that to me after the last show. You know when I grabbed your ass.
SS: I remember and you better remember to. Light slips his arm up around Jad’s head and executes a reverse DDT. Light back on his attack of Jad’s neck. Light is going for an elbow drop, but Jad rolls out of the way. Light goes for another one, but Jad moves again. Jad rolls up to his feet, but his neck is hurting like hell after that reverse DDT.
MJ: Jad with a suicide move as he plants his shoulder into the knee of Light. Light goes down in pain. Khalid makes his way to the turnbuckles and goes to the second one. Khalid executes a leaping elbow to the knee of Light. Khalid races to the ropes and leaps on the second rope and bounces off with a springboard leg drop across the face and chest of Christian Light with both legs.
SS: Well he got the big man down and now he’s focusing on another body part. Khalid goes over to the far side and races toward Light and nails Light in the ribs with a baseball slide.
MJ: You know, I never saw baseball slides inside the ring, until I came to work for the WCWA. Jad laid back to far and hit his neck with that move. That may have been the break Light needed. Light is pulling himself up very slow. Khalid is doing the same thing on the far side.
SS: Light makes his way toward Khalid. Jad goes for a hurricanrana and Light catches him and lifts him up and nails him with a power bomb. The ring shook on that move as both men feel the effects of that. Light’s knee and Jad’s neck. It had to jar the ribs of Light where Khalid executed that baseball slide with much velocity.
MJ: That shook some of my drink out. Both men are down as the ref issues a standing 10 count.
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SS: Somebody needs to get up. We don’t want this match to end like this. We need a clear cut winner.
MJ: Hell yea! It looks like Light is starting to move a little bit.
SS: Khalid is moving a little bit and trying to roll onto his side.
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SS: Christian Light is up to one knee, but the ref is still counting Jad.
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MJ: Light is a true champion. He doesn’t want a win like this. Look he’s pulling Jad to his feet. Light hooks Jad and delivers a belly to belly suplex.
SS: Christian is limping his way over to Jad and pulls him up again. This time it’s a fisherman’s suplex and he holds on for the count.
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SS: Khalid got his shoulder up in the nick of time. Light is going for a brain buster, but Jad flips out of it. Khalid out of desperation delivers a jumping back kick to Light, that sends him face first into the turnbuckles.
MJ: Can Khalid capitalize on this move? He’s been worn down.
[Mike's music hits as he makes his way to the ring.]
SS: What’s he doing here!
[Khalid continues to work on Light with a couple of stiff uppercuts.]
MJ: He's here to buy me a drink! What in the hell do you think he's out here for. (hiccup)
[Mike mounts the ring apron and starts to admonish the two wrestlers, which continue on with their match. The ref quickly tries to send Mike to the back.]
SS: That a boy ref send his ass packing.
[Mike raises his hands and drops off the apron.]
SS: Light sends Jad to the far rope.
[Crowd cheers.]
SS: Reversal
[At that moment the ref turns back to the match only to get hit by the body of Light.]
MJ: OH MY GOD!
[Mike quickly realizes what's happening and pulls the top rope down to send both Light and the ref to the floor.]
SS: Like a vulture Sloan quickly pounces on the dazed light.
[ Mike lays the boots to him and leaves him to look under the ring. ]
MJ: A Steel CHAIR!
[Jad rushes under the ropes and pulls the chair from Sloan's hands. Light stands up looking dazed.]
SS: I can't understand what Mike's screaming at Jad, but it can't be good!
MJ: You don't have to, I know how to lip read.... HICCUP!
[Jad swings the chair at Mike, Sloan drops to his knees.]
MJ:HOLY Brupppppp!
SS: Jad just leveled Light with the Chair!
[Mike quickly levels Jad with a DDT and rolls both of them into the ring. He's calling for a mic.]
Mike: In the beginning there were the smart.
[He points at himself, gathering boos.]
Mike: The weak.
[He points at Jad. More boos.]
Mike: And the Hunted!
[Finally he points at Light. The boos are so loud now that you can't even hear Mike speak over the PA. He drops the mic to the canvas and kicks the stirring Champions once more before he leaves the ring.]
SS: The Forgotten One won't be forgotten very long!
[The two begin to stir once more as a second ref slides into the ring to begin the ten count.]
MJ: Yup... Burrrrp.... He's just stirred up a whole lotta shit for himself!
SS: And their both up on their knees at FIVE!
[Light to both feet... JAD using the ropes to get up.]
SS: NINE!
[Jad is the first to throw a punch.]
MJ: What this match isn’t over! My drink isss about to get warm.... Bartender!
SS: Shut it you fool!
MJ: Jad is hurting from that DDT from Sloan.
SS: Light has been worn down as well. These guys have given us a match here tonight.
MJ: Khalid is making his way over toward Light. Khalid is laying in the kicks to the kidney area of Light in that corner. Light turns with an elbow, but Jad ducks it and nails Light in the mid section with a kick. Light doubles over and Jad jumps on the ropes and comes off with a flying face buster.
SS: Khalid is still feeling the effects of Light’s offense and Sloan's attack, as he climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off with a cork screw plancha on the lower back of Light. That put a great deal of pressure on the ribs that Khalid has been attacking and the kidneys.
MJ: Khalid is pulling Light to his feet and goes for an inverted suplex, but Light is able to power out of is and suplexes Khalid instead. Khalid is holding his neck as he pulls himself up in the corner.
SS: Light charges as best he can with that one good wheel and goes for a high knee on Khalid in the corner, but Jad moves. Light hit that knee that Khalid has been working on and he’s down and in pain.
MJ: Jad with elbows to the mid section and then leaps off the ropes with a knee to the head of Light.
SS: Light’s head just bounced off that mat. Did you see that?
MJ: I missed it, I was taking a swig of this drink. I ain’t missing this though. Jad goes up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with LIFE’S REDEMPTION across the rib cage of Christian Light.
SS: Jad is holding his neck as he goes for a cover.
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SS: OMG! Khalid just defeated Christian Light.
MJ: Damn! Drinks for everyone tonight……It’s gonna be crunk all over California tonight.
ID: Ladies and Gentlemen……Your winner and NEW WWA WORLD CHAMPION………KHALID JAD!
[The fans are cheering their ass off as “We Get Crunk” blast over the sound system.]
SS: What’s this?
MJ: Christian Light is extending his hand to Khalid Jad to congratulate him on this match.
[Jad and Light shake hands to the delight of the fans.]
MJ: I can’t believe it….Jad is the new WWA World Champion.
[Vino makes his way out to the ramp dressed in a grey pin stripe JonesNewYork 3 button suit. He’s wearing grey gator skinned shoes and has a smile wider than the state of Texas on his face.]
Vino: First off, thanks to all you wonderful fans for supporting the WCWA.
[Fans cheer loudly]
Vino: Second. [Smiling so hard he can barely speak.] Congratulations to Khalid Jad for winning the WCWA World Title here tonight. Our first alliance title match and it’s won right here by the WCWA Champion.
[Vino pauses for a moment.]
Vino: That brings to mind a sad point now. While Khalid is now the new WWA Champion, he cannot hold a regional title. So as of this moment the WCWA Heavyweight title is vacant. I don’t need everyone running to my door asking for a shot, but I’ll let you know soon what will be decided.
