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# BOOM

# Let's get CRUNK!

# CRUNK!

# BOOM BOOM

# Let's Get CRUNK!

# Gettin' crunk is what we do

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

# Fighting and scufflin'

# Body slammin' and face bustin'

# Just to make the crowd say YAY YAY!

# Dats how we get CRUNK in WCWA.

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

# Every wrestler doing their best.

# To make the grade and pass the test.

# To reach the highest grade.

# Da Heavyweight title of the WCWA.

# BOOM

# BOOM BOOM

# Cause

# We Get Crunk

# In Cali Forn i a

# Not for the gangsta's

# But for the WCWA

# Spending my water bill money

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

# I've just got to be there

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

# Slappin da mat

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

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

# GETTIN' CRUNK

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

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

Together: We be gettin' CRUNK .

[A black and white 2008 Dodge Charger Super Bee with dark tinted windows roars into the parking area and comes to rest in a parking spot with in short walking distance to an entrance way.]

SS: Now who the hell is this?

MJ: Who cares that’s one sweet ride, I bet it has a Hemi in it.

[The driver door swings open, and the man driving steps out closing the drivers door behind him.]

MJ: It’s Dan Easton! Dan Easton has come to WCWA?

SS: What the hell is he here for, no one wants it decrepit carcass around.

[Dan makes it to the entrance way, swings open the door and enters the building.]

MJ: Many say Easton put SWF on the map, and that if it was not for him SWF would have never lasted as long as it did. The man even held and defended the SWF tag team titles on his own.

SS: Yeah but where is SWF now fan boy?

MJ: …

SS: Exactly! Easton should have died along with the SWF. Easton being here can not be a good thing for WCWA. Mark my words on this one Mario.

MJ: I don’t agree with you, but we’ll just have to see what Easton is doing here.

[Commercial for Repeat of Double Trouble: A Night of Tag Wars Hosted by AWA and WWA.]

SS: This next match is one that should blow the roof off the building.....

MJ: Hell let me hide my cognac if that's about to happen! Last show RJ Harris and Hunter Hill shocked everyone and no one still knows what's going on.

SS: I guess we will find out soon enough. Maybe tonight or at March Madness.

MS: Well this new dude Big Tymer and J C Hawke and Skorp are already in the ring.

ID: Next we have a man weighing in at 236 pounds and standing 6' 4" and he is R J Harrisssssssssssssssssssss.

[The lights go down and a single red spot light comes on over the big screen and a voice comes 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 and Hunter Hill explode out of the back and walks to the ring. Harris with his hands held high and Hill with a straight stare at the ring. Harris shakes hands and rolls into the ring and goes to a corner and waits as Hill is on the turnbuckles with his hands raised high and pointing to the 2, 000 fans in the RIOT Center.]

[Skorp and Hawke have already started double teaming Big Tymer in the corner as Hill leaps off the ropes and charges over and smashed all three of them into the turnbuckles. Hill on his hands and knees as Harris races across the ring and steps off Hill's back with a leaping side plancha that takes out Skorp, Hawke, and Tymer.]

MJ: Damn! The ref is letting this go just like it is.

SS: If you stopped drinking long enough, you will see that Vino issued some last minute stipulations to this match. It's no disqualification.

MJ: Oh this is gonna be the shiznit!

Hill slides out of the ring and grabs two chairs. He tosses one to Harris, who level Skorp as he was attempting to get to his feet. Hill in and racing in circles and then baseball slide with the chair in front of him to Big Tymer right in the gut. Harris with the chair on the mat and scoops up Hawke and nails him with a Death Valley Driver on the chair. Hill helping Harris pick Hawke up again and Harris with a Thunderdriver.....]

SS: Did you see that? That's Harris' version of an inverted rotating piledriver.

MJ: I don't know what the hell it is, but it knocked my damn drink over.

[The lights suddenly go out]

#WHACK

[The lights suddenly come back on and laid out in the ring bleeding are Skorp, Big Tymer, and J C Hawke. On the screen the letters T T B appear and laughter is heard over the PA system. Hill and Harris look at each other and shrug. They both cover a man for the count.]

MJ: What in the hell just happened?

ID: Your winners of the handicap match....."The Vagabond" R J Harris and Hunter Hill.

SS: I don't know what happened when the lights went out, but Hill and Harris got the win.....

[Commercial for March Madness: Crowning Glory]

ID: "Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first."

["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.]

ID: "He comes to us tonight straight from Blimpsville, Whale-a-fornia! At a lean, mean, tough, buff, stacked and JAAAAAAKED Three hundred and 3 pounds...Superslob Dustin Dunn,

[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. Dunn backs up a few steps, gets a runing start, and attempts to dive inder the bottom rope. His one inch vertical isn't quite enough to clear the apron. He is winded, but with some help from Ryans, he makes it into the ring.]

ID: "And his opponent..."

[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 311 pounds, Jack Daniels!!!!!!!

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

MJ: "It's not very often Dustin Dunn is outweighed in a match."

SS: "And it's not often there is someone in the ring who drinks more than you do!"

[Daniels slides out of the ring and walks over to the announce table. He slips MJ a bottle, neatly and discreetly wrapped in wrapping paper.]

MJ: "You're a man of your word."

JD: 'I appreciate this."

MJ: "My pleasure."

JD: "Synthia, how are you? You're looking, well, slutty tonight."

SS: "I hope nobody striked a match over here, with you two Alki's!"

JD: "Anthony, it's good to see you."

Anthony: "Good to see you, too, Jack. Thank you for this."

JD: "It's the least I could do."

[Jack slides back into the ring.]

MJ: "Anthony, we two tag team wrestlers here in a singles match. What will be the biggest challanges for each man in this match?"

Anthony: "Tag team wrestling is an entirely different mind set. It's often very difficult for tag specialts, which clearly these two men are, to wrestle singles matches. They are used to pacing themselves a certain way. They are used to having backup. They are used to having double team moves as a part of their offense."

MJ: "Any predictions?"

Anthony: "I'm the new guy here. I'm just looking foreward to a great match."

[The bell sounds. Both men get some final council from their corners. Then they lock up.]

MJ: "Daniels, quickly with the advantage. He backs Dunn into the corner."

[Daniels backs out of the corner with his hands up. Dunn, in defiance, shakes his gut at him.]

SS: "I think I'm going to lose my lunch."

[The two men lock up again, but this time Daniels throws Dunn into the corner. He drives a shoulder into that same gut.]

MJ: "Daniels with a shoulder block, a second....and a third!"

[Dunn stumbles out of the ring and DAniels lifts him up for a sidewalk slam.]

SS: "Look at the strength! That a lot of superslob to elevate."

MJ: "And that's an awfully big word for you to use. Especially correctly."

[Daniels drives Dunn down to the mat.]

MJ: "Cover!

1....

2.....

Kickout. 2 count only."

Anthony: "I like the execution there. Daniels carried Dunn to the center of the ring before driving him down. Then immediately going for a cover, and hooiing the leg."

[Daniels lets Dunn do the work, lifting himself off the mat. As he gets to his feet, Daniels opens up with heavy clublike blows down on the back of Dunn.]

MJ: "Daniels, not wasting any time. He's wearing down the back."

SS: "Of course he's not wasting any time. The bars close at 2."

[Daniels, hooks up Dunn for a throw and tosses him down to the mat.]

Anthony: "Northern lights suplex! What precision!"

[Daniels signals that it's time for the powerbomb. Jones immediately is on the apron getting the referee's attention. Beam goes over to put an end to that.]

MJ: "Jones and the referee are comparing stock tips. Here comes Beam!"

[Daniels kciks Dunn in th stomache and hooks him up.]

Anthony: "It's going to take incredible power to get Dunn up for this move."

SS: "I think a Twinkie could get Dunn up."

[Daniels lifts Dunn up, and is ready to drive him to the mat, when Ryans clips him from behind. Dunn falls directly on Daniels chest.]

MJ: "Oh no! The Fatbreakers are going to steal one!"

[Ryans goes to sneak back out of the ring, but he gets caught up on the bottom rope. The referee turns around.]

MJ: "Uh oh, it looks like Ryans got caught with his hand in the cookie jar."

SS: "Bet that's not the first time!"

[Beam fires Jones off the apron and hits the ring. It's chaos now.]

MJ: "Here we go! It's Donnybrook time!"

Anthony: "From what I understand, this is what 80 Proof does best."

[It's a pier 6....until.....]

[The guitars fire. The bass joins in. The crowd pops with anticipation. The unmistakable sounds of AC/DC ]

SS: "Here comes the head booker!"

[A resounding chorus of boos erupt from the crowd. A smattering of fans chant ‘BdubA BdubA’]

Oh yeah, yeah!
Oh, oh, oh!
We roll tonight to the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, ow!

Stand up and be counted for what you are about to receive
We are the dealers,
We'll give you everything you need
Hail, hail to the good times
'Cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend,
Ain't no cause
We're just livin for today

[The man known as DoubleK steps through the curtain.]

For those about to rock, we salute you!
For those about to rock, we salute you!

We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right outta the blue
The sky's a light,
With a guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight

(Repeat Chorus)

For those about to rock, we salute you!
Yes we do!
For those about to rock, we salute you!
Salute!

[DoubleK stands at the top of the ramp. He is wearing a perfectly tailored Armani suit and a blood red shirt underneath. He doesn’t even look at the fans. He just takes the mic.]

We're just a battery for hire with the guitar FIRE!
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute

DK: "Cut the music"

[The music cuts off, the crowd becomes more annoyed.]

DK: "Knock it off....all 4 of you. This is supposed to be singles competition. Have you learned nothing? The tag team match happens on Pay Per View, and on Pay Per View only. Tonight is a teaser. Tonight is a taste. If the fans want to see you 4 killl each other, they are going to pay to do it."

[The fans boo.]

DK: "And what they are going to pay for is going to be worth EVERY penny. On Pay Per View, for the WCWA tag team championship, it's going to be a Boulevard of Broken Dreams match."

[There's a slight buzz that goes through the crowd.]

DK: " What, you may ask, is a Boulevard of Broken Dreams match? Let me tell you. It is the first of a series of innovative new matches that you will only see HERE in WCWA."

[cheap pop for the WCWA]

DK: "Two rings, with a paved, 25 ft strip between them, set at ring level. In the middle of the paved area, is a 16 by 16 open area with tables stacked up from the floor. Above those tables will hang the WCWa tag team titles.

[Legit crowd pop for the new concept match.]

DK: "It will be....80 Proof

[The chants of BdubA are revived once again.]

DK: "vs the Fatbreaker.

[Chants of "you fat fucks" fill the areana]

DK: "Vs a mystery team. To be announced by the end of the show tonight!"

[Huge pop due to the possible teams involved.]

DK: "Oh, and one more thing. Daniels, you and Dunn are DONE for the night. you are barred from ringside during Beam and Ryan's match. If I see hide nor hair of either of you, you're OFF the PPV."

SS: Up next we have a special interview that was conducted with Khalid Jad.

MJ: This guy has been kicking ass in The Summit.

*****The following is a pre-recorded interview with one of the WCWA's risingstars*****

[Recording begins.]

[Two chairs sit opposite one another, with a small coffee table in between them. Upon the coffee table sits two coffee mugs, each with the WCWA logo in red in plain view of the camera. Behind the chairs sits a blown up, giant sized poster of the March Madness PPV, which depicts various WCWA superstars in various poses.]

[Sitting in one of the chairs is WCWA reporter, Cynthia Smith. She is wearing a knee length, white business skirt, with a matching white sport coat, over a pink, button up collared shirt. Her hair is pulled back in a bun, and her left leg is folded over the right, her white high heeled shoes polished to perfection.]

[Across from her sits the man who many believe could be the first ever WCWA Heavyweight Champion, Khalid Jad. He wears a pair of black dress slacks, a light yellow dress shirt, and a pair of brown loafers. His dark hair is spiked at the top, and cut extremely short at the sides and back. For this interview, he has chosen to shave, his olive skin silky smooth, with not a trace of stubble.]

[Cynthia turns to face the camera.]

Cynthia Smith: He hails from the war-torn country of Iraq, but now resides just outside Los Angeles, California. His record thus far in singles competition is a perfect three and zero, and has earned himself a shot at the vacant WCWA Heavyweight Title at March Madness, later this month. He is none other than WCWA, and WWA newcomer, Khalid Jad.

[She turns turns to face Khalid, offering him a smile.]

Cynthia Smith: Khalid, thank you for agreeing to this interview.

[He returns the smile, fidgeting in his chair.]

Khalid Jad: My pleasure, Cynthia. Thank you for having me.

[He continues to fidget, trying to find a comfortable position in front of the camera, obviously a little nervour or uncomfortable with being in the spotlight.]

Cynthia Smith: Khalid, many insiders are considering you to be the favorite to walk out of March Madness with the WCWA Heavyweight title around your waist. And who could blame them, with your unbeaten record in singles competition thus far. Would it be too much to suggest that you're one of the cornerstones for this company?

[Again, the nervous movements, folding one leg over the other, then reversing it.]

Khalid Jad: I ... I suppose that's a valid statement. However, there are many individuals competing within the WCWA that are more than capable of carrying this organization to great heights. Among them are my opponents at March Madness.

[Cynthia smiles.]

Cynthia Smith: Indeed. But given your exposure on a World Wrestling Alliance-wide level with your participation in the Summit Tournament, it's hard to argue against you being the most well known competitor the West Coast Wrestling Association has.

[Khalid nods reluctantly.]

Khalid Jad: True enough.

Cynthia Smith: So with that in mind, how do you feel about being a key contributor to the success of the WCWA, both by itself, and within the entire WWA?

[Khalid pauses before answering.]

Khalid Jad: To be honest, I crave the challenge. I'm not one to brag about being the best, or to insinuate that I'm the only one capable of carrying the WCWA banner. However, I am confident in my abilities, and if in fact I'm the one chosen to lead the WCWA into prominence, then I welcome the challenge.

Cynthia Smith: Has the WCWA been everything you thought it would be? Disappointments? Surprises?

[Again, a pause before he replies.]

Khalid Jad: This will sound like a cop out, but the truth is I had no expectations coming in. I chose to enter the WCWA with an open mind, and learn its strengths and weaknesses as the days passed. Thus far, there has been very little to be disappointed about. The wrestlers that Mr. Vino has hired show great potential, and add to that his ability to bring in some established stars, such as former World Champion, RJ Harris, and 80 Proof, and he's built a solid foundation. I suppose the only disappointment thus far has been the fact that I've yet to connect, on a friendship level, with any of my fellow wrestlers. Everybody seems to be doing their own thing. But for the meantime, that's fine by me. I don't mind the solitary, me-versus-the-world attitude of the guys on the roster.

Cynthia Smith: With the WCWA just starting to establish itself within the World Wrestling Alliance, a good showing at the WWA sanctioned Summit Tournament would go a long way to establishing the West Coast Wrestling Association as a force to be reckoned with. Do you feel any added pressure to carry this company on your back in the Summit Tournament, or are you in it for personal glory?

[Khalid seems taken aback by the last statement, wondering if it was a personal shot at him. He dismisses the idea, though, with a shrug of his shoulders.]

Khalid Jad: I don't feel that one can be achieved without the other.

[When he sees the confused look on Cynthia's expression, he clarifies.]

Khalid Jad: In order for my personal success to be as great as possible, the WCWA must be seen as a success as well. What's the cliche again? 'Big fish in a small pond'? If I find success, but the WCWA falters, then I will always be seen as that big fish within a small pond. However, if the WCWA flourishes as well, then I shall be considered a big fish within a large, dangerous ocean.

[Cynthia nods her understanding of his reasoning.]

Cynthia Smith: Do you believe you can win the Summit Tournament? Who do you see as your main rivals?

Khalid Jad: I believe I can, if I wrestle within my capabilities and don't try to do too much. I'm not a cocky man, but I am confident in my abilities. And when I look at the rest of the field, I believe I can compete with any of them. It won't be easy, mind you, but I wouldn't wishit to be. I find that the reward is always much sweeter if the challenge to achieve it is greater.

[He pauses, reaches forward to grab his coffee mug, takes a drink from it, then replaces it on the table.]

Khalid Jad: As for who I consider my greatest rival, one mustn't look any farther than the man I will be facing in Round Three, Brian Fisher. He's a former World Champion, and currently holds the Double Crown championship. I have no doubt in my mind that I'm seen as the underdog, but that doesn'tchange my belief that I can defeat him. Aside from Fisher, I would have to rank men like Byron Tanis, James Keiler, Evan Jansen, and Red Wolf as the individuals I'll most likely be meeting in subsequent rounds, should I get past Fisher.

[Cynthia, once again, nods her head in agreement with Khalid's words. She takes a deep breath, and paints a smile upon her face, as she reaches across the table and offers her hand to him.]

Cynthia Smith: Okay, Khalid. Thank you, again, for taking time out of your schedule to sit down and chat. And I want to wish you good luck in both your quest to become the first ever WCWA Heavyweight Champion, as well as in the Summit Tournament.

[He takes her proffered hand and shakes it, returning the smile.]

Khalid Jad: My pleasure, Cynthia. Thank you for having me. And thank you for the well wishes. I hope I don't let my fans in the WCWA down.

[End recording.]

We come back from a break.

[Beam and Ryans have made their way to the ring, minus their entourages. As the Ring Announcer goes through the introductions in the background, the camera swings to Mario Jackson. Startled, he quickly hides something under the announce table.]

MJ: “Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you, the man who called some of tonight’s action with me. His name is Anthony Michael Brooks.”

[The camera slowly pans out.]

MJ: But WFWA fans know him better, as Textbook Tony Brooks.

[Brooks, former OCW prospect, is seated between Jackson and Sanchez. He is wearing a March Madness – CRUNK style t-shirt.]

TB: It's been a pleasure working with you tonight, Mario.

SS: It's been a pleasure working with you, too, Tony.

[Sylvia holds her hand out for Brooks to kiss. He gives her a funny look.]

TB: “You’ll forgive me, Synthia, if I'm scared to death to touch you. HIV and all.

[Sanchez rips her hand away. Lopez just laughs.]

MJ: Anthony, it has been fun.

TB: Please, call me Tony.

MJ: Ok, Tony. I hope we are able to call one of your matches very soon.”

TB: I garuntee it.

[Brooks sets the headset back on the table and makes his way to the back. Fans have not forgotten what a prick he was in OCW. But then again, that Texas heat would make ANYONE a little irritable. The bell sounds, and the match begins.]

[Ryans, who quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and connects with a double ax-handle to the back of Beam. Beam, staggered on his feet as Ryans hits the ropes and drives Daniels down to the mat with a bulldog headlock. Ryans gets to his feet and leaps up into the air before dropping an elbow to the chest before going for the cover.]

1...

2...

SS: Daniels kicks out once more.

[Ryans picks up Beam. Ryans whips Beam into the rope and knocks him down with a big boot to the face.]

SS: “How did a tub of goo like Ryans get his foot so high?”

MJ: “You’d be surprised how flexible fat chicks….I mean the weight challenged can be!”

[Ryans charges at Beam as he struggles to his feet and nearly takes Beam out of his boots with a massive clothesline.]

MJ: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!!!

SS: And Ryans got all of it

[Ryans follows it up with a VERY disturbing version of the D-Lo Brown leg drop.]

MJ: “Hey! Ryans is like you Synthia. He’s down with the brown.”

SS: “I’ve never been THAT down in my life.”

[Instead of covering Beam, Ryans steps directly on his chest..]

SS: I'm all for stomping on a man's heart,but that wasn't right.

[Ryans falls foreward onto Beam.]

MJ: Is he covering him?

SS: Ick no! He's rolling on him. He calls that the pancake.

[Indeed, the fat, sweaty man is rolling over Jim Beam….when: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 rythem to the music from the outside of the stage towards the center, silloueting 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)

MJ: OH MY GOD!!! It's BAD COMPANY!!!

[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 ryme 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, counteless 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

[The two men are dressed in Jeans and SSW t-shirts. Some fans obviously remember them. Chants of Iceman go up from the crowd.]

Bad company
And I won't deny
Bad Bad company
Till the day I die
Till the day I die
(guitar and bass solo)

[Iceman and Kid Krush hit the ring. They double team Ryans, as Beam is down on the mat. The giant Iceman scoops up Ryans like he’s a cruiserweight.]

MJ: What is the Iceman gonna do? That’s almost 375 pounds he has up on his shoulder.

SS: Who are these guys?

[Iceman drives Ryans into the mat with a sit-out piledriver.]

MJ: “The Iceman Cometh!!!”

[Beam, struggling to his feet in the ring, is completely unaware of what's going on. Kid Krush has him measured.]

MJ: Oh my god! Standing side kick almost took Beam's head off!

SS: And their partners are sitting helplessly in the back.

MJ: Double K said earlier tonight that if they showed their faces, they were off the PPV.

SS: You don't think….?

[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

[Bad Company stands triumphantly in the ring as the boos rain down on them. The devestation they brought is evident all around them.]

(Love, to Fyrenice….)
(Love, to the Diamond Clique)
(Love, to Steel town)
(Fuck False Prophets)
(Fuck Philly)
(Love, to The PCS)

[The former unified BWA/SSW Tag Team champions walk back up the ramp.]

MJ: You can say what you want to, but that shit calls for a drink.

SS: Hell give me one!

[Commercial for the new WCWA T-SHIRT: GETTIN' CRUNK DA RIGHT WAY.]

[Faith is Blind by Black Label Society begins to play, as Dan Easton steps from the back and marches his way to the ring.]

SS: Here we go I guess we get to hear from the blundering idiot now.

[Dan makes it to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and rises to his feet.]

MJ: Always so positive Sylvia.

[After being handed a microphone Dan begins to speak.]

Dan: Now I know some of you out there may not know me, I can respect that, while others know full well who I am… In any case, I am Dan Easton, former a WfWA Double Crown champion, and countless other titles, including SWF.

[A chorus of boos ring up from the crowd at the mentioning of another fed.]

Dan: Don’t worry their long gone… Those who know me are likely wondering just why I am here. Originally I came back to wrestling just for the Summit Tournament; it was to be my last hurrah. But when I went out in the second round, it only made me aware that, I still have a lot of wrestling in my system that needs to come out.

[Dan pauses as he surveys the crowd.]

Dan: Over the past couple weeks since the Summit, I have seen offers from just about every region in the WfWA. I have an offer from HRW…

[More boos from the crowd.]

Dan: An offer from OCW.

[Louder boos from the crowd.]

Dan: Offers from AWA and ACW.

[The crowd continues to boo.]

Dan: And an offer from right here in WCWA!

[The crowd starts a WCWA chant.]

Dan: Only one of these contracts really stood out for me, only one of them showed sign of a real commitment to me.

[The WCWA chant continues.]

Dan: Now sure it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out just which one that was.

[The WCWA chant roars even loader.]

Dan: You know it was the WCWA offer that caught my eye. As of 10 minutes ago when I met with Vince Webb in the back, I am now a full member of the WCWA roster.

MJ: Easton has joined WCWA!

[The WCWA chant is replaced with a chant of EASTON.]

Dan: I know a few of the guys in the back, there is more than one settle to score back there. But it doesn’t matter to me if your name is RJ Harris, Hunter Hill, Einhri or Khalid Jad. Dan Easton is here to fight. You get in the ring with me, you had best bring you’re A game, because I am one of the best in the ring. Don’t believe me? Then take your chance.

[Easton drops the microphone and surveys the crowd once more.]

SS: Thank god! I thought he would never shut up.

SS: We just received a note that there has been a change in the next match. It's now a standard match instead of a triple threat match due to The Einheri not being able to get here. He has been waiting for a flight out of Dallas and nothing has come up.

MJ: Well this should still be a great match as G A Y is madder than hell about Soultaker getting a second chance at the WCWA title match up at March Madness.

ID: In the ring at this time is the man that has a chance to make it to the WCWA so called final four. If he wins tonight then he will be allowed to participate in the WCWA Heavyweight title match at March Madness. If he loses, then only time will tell. He is SOULTAKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

[Love Sexy by Prince hits.]

ID: His opponent tonight weighing in at 235 pounds and standing at 6' 5" is the man that's out to stop Soultaker. He is....."Gorgeous" Allen Younggggggggggggggg!

[Allen comes out skipping and waving to the crowd and blowing kisses to them as he skips his way to the ring. Once in the ring Allen pulls out a spray can and spays the ring full of perfume.]

DING

[As the ref was talking to the bell ringer, Allen runs over and sprays Soultaker in the eyes. Chop across the chest from Allen to the monster Soultaker. Another chop and another and Allen kisses his hand and goes for another chop but Soultaker catches his hand and follows up with a full arm drag and twist.]

MJ: A full arm DRAG.....ha ha ha ha....you get it drag......

SS: Look kids this is your brain on alcohol.....ha ha your damn self.

MJ: Soultaker whipping Young to the ropes and catches him in a bear hug as Allen screams.

SS: Not for long as Allen Young kisses Soultaker right in the mouth.

MJ: OH SHIT! Soultaker is furious as he chases Young around the ring. Young running near the ropes and drops down and pulls the ropes open and sends Soultaker flying through to the floor.

SS: Soultaker landed on his back hard outside. Those mats are there, but they don't give any. Young sliding out of the ring and as Soultaker is slowly getting up, Allen slaps Soultaker on the ass.

MJ: This dude is outrageous. Soultaker is outraged! I'm gonna have to send this in to America's Funniest Video's. Classic, freaking classic.

SS: Young won't think it's funny if Soultaker get's his hands on him. That slap may have been what it took to get Soultaker's mind off the pain. The monster is on his feet and pointing at Allen Young.

MJ: G A Y is about to go down.

SS: Young sliding back into the ring quickly as Soultaker follows. Allen off the far side ropes and goes for a knee lift, but Soultake side steps it and picks Allen up in a side walk slam.

MJ: OH!!!!!!!! That rocked the foundations of the building. Soultaker pounding on Young for all that funny....happy stuff he was doing to him. I wonder if he's mad cause Young just gave him a smack for a kiss and not the tongue!

SS: Your drunk ass is nasty. Soultaker pulling Allen to his feet and a standing big boot to the face that sends Young to the ropes and he bounces right back into a belly to belly suplex from Soultaker. As Soultaker get's up he rubs his forearm across the face of Young.

MJ: Soultaker pulls Young up by his wrist and sends him to the ropes. Soultaker is following him in and goes for another big boot, but Young falls out of the way and Soultaker is hung up on the ropes.

SS: He's singing soprano now......Allen slowly pulling himself to his feet from the corner. He see's Soultaker hung up on the ropes and he climbs the middle turnbuckle and leaps off with a corkscrew elbow to the back of Soultaker's head. Soultaker is knocked off the ropes and too the floor again.

MJ: It must be some good liquor on that floor, he keeps going out there to get some. I need to be on that side of the ring.

SS: Shut yo ass up and call the action. Allen on the ropes looking over and races to the other side of the ring and comes charging back with a suicide plancha over the top rope and onto Soultaker on the outside. Both men are down....as the ref is starting a 10 count.

MJ: Soultaker and Allen are lifeless out there.

SS: Soultaker starting to stir a bit.

SS: Soultaker get's up and grabs Young and rolls him inside.

MJ: The count is stopped as Soultaker rolls into the ring himself.

SS: Soultaker over to Allen and starts to kick him in the kidney area viciously. He reaches down and grabs Young by the neck and begins to pull him to his feet. The ref is checking to see if that's a choke hold and Young kicks Soultaker in the groin area.

MJ: Ring the bells! That's one way to break a hold on ya......Soultaker down to his knees and Young with enough energy to drop kick Soultaker in the face. Both men slowly getting their feet. Soultaker is really moving slow after that shot to the family jewels.

SS: That's the second time tonight the jewels have been attacked. Young leaning back in the corner trying to catch his second wind and Soultaker is nursing the jewels. Young over to Soultaker and nails him with three stiff European uppercuts that rock the big man. Young with kicks to the midsection until he's stomped Soultaker down to the mat in the corner. Young over to the far side and does a hip wind and charges in and nails the bronco buster on Soultaker.

MJ: HA HA HA HA! This guy is off da damn chain.....Look at him blowing kisses at Soultaker in the corner.....

SS: Young over and waving his ass in Soultaker's face and catches a boot to the rear end that sends him sailing. Soultaker furious at the antics of Young has risen and looks to be born again.

MJ: What's this....

SS: I thought he wasn't here tonight. The Einheri has made his way to ring side and he's just standing there laughing.

MJ: Soultaker is confused and so is Allen Young.

SS: Young charges Soultaker and back body drops him over the ropes to the floor right at the feet of the Einheri.

MJ: The Einheri points to the screen and it plays back the last Riot where Allen Young clipped The Einheri from behind and left the ring.

SS: Soultaker is laughing as the ref is counting.

MJ: Young better try to get back into the ring.

SS: He is, he's sliding back on his ass, but he just ran out of floor.

MJ: The Einheri just picked Young up and tossed him back into the ring. Allen is shocked, because he thought The Einheri was going to attack. Young is still looking at The Einheri when....

SS: OMG....Full Nelson out of nowhere and Soultaker takes Young over in a belly to back with the full nelson applied as the ref counts.

MJ: Soultaker with his feet on the ropes for leverage.

ID: Your winner and entering into the Heavyweight title match at March Madness is SOULTAKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!