| Introduction |
| [Riptide, the AWA's very first live event, opens up inside the Denbigh High School Gymnasium where it's being covered by a lone cameraman. Riptide is being viewed throughout the state of Virginia via public access Channel 77. The high school gym is nearly pitch black, but the place is full of life as a few hundred fans can be heard talking amongst themselves. Without warning, the bright overhead lights are flipped on, temporarily blinding the crowd. "We Die Young" by Alice in Chains pours into the "arena" from the school's second rate PA system as the fans become virtually silent, waiting for something exciting to happen. After nearly a minute, Harvey Schultz and J.J. Jackson make their way out from behind the Northern section of bleachers and make their way over to their announcing positions at ringside. The music cuts out as the announcing duo begins to speak...] Harvey Schultz:: Howdy folks, and welcome to the grand opening of the Atlantic Wrestling Association! J.J. Jackson:: You's damn right, playa! Just takes a lookie at the lineup we's gots for ya tonight! Harvey Schultz: We have three matches leading up to the big battle royal for the Atlantic Title, as well as the debut of the Denbigh High School Patriot's very own Willis Clayton! [Upon hearing the mention of this man's name, the crowd begins to cheer madly.] Harvey Schultz:: Clayton is somewhat of a hometown hero here in Newport News. He was a three-time all-conference linebacker on the football team and a two-time state wrestling champion. J.J. Jackson:: Exacatickly! Exactly! I used ta see that chidler down at The Groove where I used ta radio D.J., and let me tells ya sumtin', that bro gots some fly dancin' shakes, yo! Harvey Schultz:: Heh heh, I imagine. I don't mean to interrupt, Julius, but we've got to get the first match started... |
| Standard Match: Corleone vs. Rosco Pico Train |
| [The theme from the movie "The Godfather" begins to play as Corleone slowly makes his way out from behind the long row of bleachers, surrounded by four large bodygaurds. The fans watch on in silence as Corleone climbs into the ring, then kisses his four Italian companions on each cheek before sending them away. He stands with his back to the entrance as he calmly stares out into the crowd.] Jolly Roger:: Aye, in this corner, weighing in at...Aargh, what have we here? [Roger pauses to read over his index card, and his eyes grow wide. An aggitated look spreads across Jolly Roger's face as he looks up Corleone.] Jolly Roger:: Aargh, 210 point 4 pounds!? I'll see to it that ya walk the plank, ya scurvey scum! [Slightly angered, yet slightly humored, Corleone puts his hand across Jolly Roger's mouth and shoves him with such force that he falls between the top and middle rope and down to the floor in a heap. Some fans laugh at the unfortunate incident, but Corleone simply cracks his knuckles and smirks.] Harvey Schultz:: That was a little pompous, don't you think? ["Shelf in the Room" by Days of the New begins to play as the tall, wirey Rosco Pico Train makes his way to the ring. The fans continue to watch on in utter silence as the goofy looking individual rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Corleone slowly turns around and looks his opponent up and down with a smirk on his face. Rosco, however, doesn't even look at his opponent. Instead, he heads over to the nearest turnbuckle and begins to pet it, as if it were a small animal. Referee Mitch Horton calls for the bell, and Corleone attacks from behind with a forearm to the back of the unsuspecting Train.] Harvey Schultz:: Corleone with a sneak attack to start the match, and Rosco is already in trouble! J.J. Jackson:: Hey, who that red-headed boy comin' out here?! [The fans all look in unison as the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, Mandrake, emerges from the back and circles around the ring. Neither grappler inside the ring has been alerted to his presence as Mandrake kneels beside the fallen Jolly Roger and attempts to revive him. Jolly Roger comes to and mumbles a few incoherent words to Mandrake.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, it looks like Jolly Roger is gonna make it. You know, I don't think is was the fall that knocked him out as much as him being plastered. J.J. Jackson:: Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Let me tell ya'll sumtin', that boy can drink! [Inside the ring, Corleone whips the dazed Rosco Pico Train into the ropes, then catches him on the rebound with a simply devastating Corleone Spinebuster. Train lays motionless in the center of the ring as Corleone places one of his wing tipped dress shoes on Rosco's chest for the cover. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: Thankfully this beating has ended. Rosco didn't have a hope in hell of winning this match, and everybody knew it. He twenty years past his prime. J.J. Jackson:: Prime? Hell, boy, that sucka ain't never had no prime! [Corleone wipes the sweat from his brow and flicks it onto his fallen opponent, not noticing Mandrake, who has jumped up onto the top rope. Waiting for a few moments, the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil launches himself over halfway across the ring and nails the Italian in the back with a stiff missile dropkick. The force of the attack sends Corleone out of the ring and to the floor. Mandrake attempts to provoke him back into the ring, but Corleone's bodygaurds are quickly out from the back to restrain their fellow Italian.] |
| Hardcore Match: Kris Kartier vs. Willis Clayton |
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Harvey Schultz:: Well, now that we've gotten this mess cleared out of here, we can move on to the second match of the evening. ["Testify" by Rage Against the Machine blares over the speakers as Willis Clayton jumps out from the back to a huge hometown welcome from the crowd. Every fan is on their feet as Clayton slide into the ring, wearing his vintage #44 blue and red Patriots football jersey and a pair of blue jeans. Clayton jumps up onto every corner and absorbs the cheers of the crowd as his music slowly dies out.] J.J. Jackson:: Damn! These people really dig that homeboy! [Kartier makes his way through the crowd, hops the gaurdrail, and slides into the ring with his Singapore Cane wrapped with barbed wire. Willis turns around just in time to be cracked in the forehead with the dangerous weapon. The blow from the cane both gouges his forehead and drops him to his knees. The crowd begins booing madly as Clayton attempts to fight back with rapid punches to the midsection. "The Outkast" quickly ends the flurry by driving the bottom of the cane into the top of Clayton's head. Willis drops to the ground clutching his bloody head as Kris Kartier ruthlessly stomps away on his body.] Harvey Schultz:: Let me tell you folks something, this Kris Kartier is sick and demented. Look at this ruthless assault taking place in the ring. J.J. Jackson:: True dat! True dat! [Kartier props Clayton up in the corner, the crowd booing all the while. "The Outkast" measures him, then drives the end of the Singapore Cane right into the throat of Clayton. Clayton falls to the ground, grasping at his throat and gasping for breath. Kartier pulls Willis to his feet, then locks on the Karta-Hajime. It takes only seconds before Clayton is out cold. The referee calls for the bell and awards Kartier the victory, but Kartier isn't done yet.] Harvey Schultz:: What in the hell is Kris doing now? He's already won the damn match! [Kartier rolls outside the ring and grabs the ring steps, then throws them into the ring. Mitch Horton, the referee, attempts to stop "The Outkast", but he gets shoves down to the mat for his troubles. Clayton is still laying prone in the ring, but Kartier drives the steel ringsteps into his ribs a few times for good measure. The crowd begins throwing trash in the ring, but Kartier pays them no attention and drags Willis towards the edge of the ring. He places Clayton's leg on the bottom rope, then lifts the steel ring steps above his head.] Harvey Schultz:: No! Don't do it! [Kartier brings the steel steps down with all his might onto the leg of Willis Clayton, and there is a sickening snapping sound. Willis begins screaming and grabbing at his leg desparately as Kartier stomps him out of the ring. EMTs quickly rush to his aid as Kartier calls for a microphone. The crowd continues to pelt him with garbage.] Harvey Schultz:: What kind of human being... Kris Kartier:: Hey! Cormier! I know you can hear me! WHY?! I DON'T KNOW! LEAVE ME ALONE! Why do you people look at me like that? Cormier! Get out here! [After a few moments of silence, the owner of the AWA, Richard Cormier, walks out to the ring with a distressed look on his face. He stops halfway down the aisle and waits for a stagehand to bring him a microphone.] Richard Cormier:: What in THE HELL is wrong with you?! Kris Kartier:: I'm the Savior. I took out Willis Clayton here simply because I could! I don't see how he could possibly compete tonight in the battle royal, so I think I'll be taking his spot! Richard Cormier:: The only thing you'll be taking...is a SEAT! A seat in your home! As of right now, you're suspended! [The crowd goes crazy upon hearing this, but Kartier simply looks at them, as if what he's just heard is meaningless.] Kris Kartier:: You have nothing to offer me! THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE! NOTHING! Oh, but I have something to offer YOU, Cormier. Stay right there. [Kartier slides out of the ring and begins stalking the owner of the AWA. Cormier begins backing away slowly as Kartier continues his approach. Finally, half a dozen security gaurds, led by Bruce Vohland, come out and restrain Kartier. Kartier snaps and starts lashing out at everyone that comes near him. Three security gaurds are taken down by the time Vohland and his men get the handcuffs on him and take him away.] Kris Kartier:: That's what's wrong with you people! THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!! Harvey Schultz:: Fans, we apologize for what's just taken place. Hopefully, we won't be seeing that many for a very, VERY long time. |
| Tag Team Match: The Circus Folk vs. Cliff Anderson & Grendel |
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Harvey Schultz:: Sadly, it looks like tonight's main event has been reduced to a seven-man battle royal. J.J. Jackson:: Hey, man, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, but let me ax you sumtin'. You wanna see them damn clowns? Harvey Schultz:: Uh, sure. J.J. Jackson:: Damn right! ["Damage Inc." by Metallica starts up as the crowd awaits the arrival of the Circus Folk. Jingles pops out from the entrance, immediately followed by Jigsaw the strongman. The two slap the fans' hands on the way down to the ring, then wait for the arrival of their opponents.] J.J. Jackson:: Sweet Jeebus! Look at the size of that Jigsaw characature! Harvey Schultz:: Uh, you mean 'character'? J.J. Jackson:: Sure, sure. ["Pretty Fly(For a White Guy)" by The Offspring starts up and out come the Circus Folk's opponents, Grendel and Cliff Anderson.] Harvey Schultz:: This looks to be a fairly even matchup. You've got your two big guys in Grendal and Jigsaw, and you've got your fast, speedy wrestlers in Jigsaw and Anderson. J.J. Jackson:: Man, whatever happened to ol' Jolly Roger...? Wait, nevermind, I see him over theya. What the...he's slobberin' all over that bottle o' Hooch! Hey, my brotha! Let me have a swig o' that beverage! Harvey Schultz:: It looks like Grendel and Jigsaw are gonna start things off. This is gonna be interesting. [Senior Referee Perry Daton calls for the bell, and Grendel locks up with Jigsaw. The two men try to muscle each other around, but Grendel gets fed up with it and rakes the eyes of the strongman. Grendel takes advantage of the temporary blindness and scoop slams the big man. Grendel tags in his partner, and Anderson moves in applying a reverse chinlock.] Harvey Schultz:: I'm getting word from the back that Willis Clayton has suffered tissue damage around his throat, has a few cracked ribs, and his right leg has been badly broken. He's going to be out for a long while. I think Kartier should be arrested! [Inside the ring, Jigsaw is now to his feet and is laying in some heavy headbutts to the much smaller Cliff Anderson. Jigsaw tags in Jingles, and the two go to work on Anderson. They whip Anderson into the corner, then both climb the second turnbuckle and begin to pound away on his head. Jingles takes control of Anderson with a vertical suplex, then rolls into a cover. 1...kickout!] J.J. Jackson:: Man, you gotta wail on that homeboy a lot more than that 'fore you wanna cover 'im like that! [Anderson hits a clothesline on Jingles, then tags in Grendel. Grendel latches his giant hands around the neck of Jingles, then lifts him high in the air. Jingles struggles to break free, and finally does so after boxing the big man's ears. Jingles makes the tag to Jigsaw, then heads for the top rope.] Harvey Schultz:: Why's Jingles headed to the top rope? He's not the legal man. [In a great feat of strength, Jigsaw lifts the big man onto his shoulders and tries to hold him steady as Jingles comes off the top rope with a flying lariat, catching Grendel right in the throat and flipping him over backwards. Jigsaw makes the cover and hooks the leg as Jingles darts across the ring just in time to keep Anderson from making the save. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: What can I say, that was an impressive performance by the Circus Folk, and these fans seem to have taken a liking to these circus performers. J.J. Jackson:: Man, I still wanna get me a damn bottle o' Hooch! |
| Battle Royal: Mandrake vs. Loki Bastardo vs. Plaz Bastardo vs. Griffin Youngblood vs. HaZe vs. Pest vs. Steve Zapf | Atlantic Championship |
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[The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, the Bastardos, HaZe, "Mr. Showtime", Youngblood, and Steve Zapf all make their way down to the ring, ready to start the battle royal. Senior Referee Perry Daton is on the outside of the ring, waiting patiently for all of the competitors to enter the ring. As the last wrestler enters the ring, Daton calls for the bell, and the fight is on!] Harvey Schultz:: This ought to be one helluva fight! J.J. Jackson:: Word, Harvery, word... Harvey Schultz:: Uh, did you just call me "Harvery"? J.J. Jackson:: No...maybe...yeah...just shut up and watch the Got damn match! [The Bastardo brothers quickly set their sights on Youngblood and try to dump him over the top, but he fights back, pounding away on both men. Pest and Mandrake quickly find each other and start trading blows as Zapf and HaZe pair off. Pest takes Mandrake to the mat with a side Russian legsweep, then climbs on top of him and begins to pound away on his head.] Harvey Schultz:: It looks like some old rivalries have been rekindled, does it not? [Mandrake pushes Pest off of him and both men scramble back to their feet. Plaz and Loki's doubleteam on Youngblood is finally too much, and they begin to beat him down in the corner. Zapf scores a thumb to the eye of HaZe and begins to blatantly choke him in the corner. HaZe connects with a swift kick to the groin, then grabs him by the back of his neck and his ring attire and throws him over the top rope!] Harvey Schultz:: Steve Zapf is outta there! J.J. Jackson:: Man, that sucka never had a chance! [The Bastardos plant Griffin Youngblood with a double DDT while Mandrake and Pest continue to go at it. Mandrake seems to be getting the best of Pest, until HaZe attacks him from behind. Youngblood gets back to his feet, but the Bastardos are ready with an attack. Youngblood hits a double-leg takedown on Plaz and a spinning back legsweep on Loki. Climbing back to his feet, Griffin grabs Plaz and tries to toss him over the top rope, but Plaz grabs the top strand and hangs on for dear life. Seeing his opportunity, Loki grabs both men's legs and dumps them both over the top rope!] Harvey Schultz:: I can't believe it! Loki just eliminated Griffin Youngblood...and his own brother! [HaZe and Pest stomp away on Mandrake in the corner, until Loki nails HaZe in the back of the head with a flying forearm smash, knocking HaZe to the ground. HaZe pulls himself back to his feet with the aid of the ring ropes as Loki bounces off the far ropes and charges HaZe with a head of steam. Loki hits a flying crossbody block on HaZe, and the momentum of the move carries both men over the top rope!] J.J. Jackson:: Both them crackas just got eliminated, and now we's down to just two gladiatas! [Mandrake hits a belly-to-belly suplex on Pest, then heads to the top rope. Pest slowly makes it back to his feet, just in time to see Mandrake flying at him with a flying lariat! Pest ducks out of the way at the last second, and Mandrake crashes into the mat hard. Mandrake rolls towards the ropes and begins to pull himself back to his feet as Pest comes at him with a clothesline. The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil falls to the mat, pulling the top rope down with him as Pest flies over the top rope!] Harvey Schultz:: What a great move by Mandrake...but Pest landed on the ring apron, and Mandrake doesn't know it! [Pest reaches into the ring and rakes the eyes of Mandrake, then locks him in for a suplex. Pest lifts Mandrake in the air for a vertical suplex to the outside of the ring, but Mandrake wiggles free and lands on the ring apron right next to Pest. The two men begin trading punches with their free hand while hanging onto the top rope with their other hand. Pest starts wearing down Mandrake with a series of punches to the head, then kicks him in the wrist, knocking his grip of the top rope free. Mandrake falls backwards to the gymnasium floor as Pest tumbles back into the ring!] Harvey Schultz:: Pest's done it! "Mr. Showtime" has done it! He's the first ever Atlantic Champion! J.J. Jackson:: Yo, that was dope! That boy's got a set on him, I'll tell you that much! [Pest climbs up onto the turnbuckle as the timekeeper, Tim Cormier, hands him the shiny Atlantic Championship. He thrusts the belt into the air, and the three hundred fans in attendance begin to cheer.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, folks, our time is up here, we'll see you next week, where we'll begin the tournament for the Heavyweight Championship! Goodnight everybody! |
