OOC Performance of the Year
Josh

Match Writer of the Year
Ollie

Cluster Match of the Year
Bourbon Street Brawl and Independence Day Rumble [tie]

Match of the Year
Dave Harley Vs Craven Moore from RITC

Angle of the Year
Stone Buying the Arena

Moment of the Year
Harley & Moore’s Double Retirement

Rookie of the Year
“Arms Collector” Marcus Mancuso

Comeback of the Year
Jack Griffiths

Feud of the Year
RJ Stone Vs Jack Griffiths

Non-Wrestler of the Year
Rachel Beckett

Heel of the Year
Trendkiller

Face of the Year
Jack Griffiths

Wrestler of the Year
RJ Stone

The scene returns to ringside. Trudeau stands in the middle of the ring.

Trudeau: This is the 2011 Inaugural Brawl. It is under battle royal rules. The man with the most eliminations win a United States Championship shot at Global Warfare. The winner of the battle royal gets a shot at the WWA Championship at that same event.

The crowd cheers.

Trudeau: Now for the combatants, introducing first...

Sound byte of a loud blood curdling scream of the front man of Sevendust.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Leading into a changing modalated, digital voice over of JEVON WHITE over the loud speakers.

WATCH THIS

The WWAtron queues up an explosive video package of Jevon White hitting numerous aerial moves on several known and unknown opponents.

Music queue up: The introduction of Hero by Sevendust

Mister Jevon White walks out from behind the black curtain and onto the stage to a extreme massive chorus of boos and jeers from the arena crowd. He just smiles and bask brash, cocky, and mighty before them. He exits the stage and walks down the aisle as the song plays ignoring the fans all the way as they taunt him.

Trudeau: Making his way to the ring. Now Residing in Toronto, Ontario Canada. Weighing in at 235 lbs...! JEEEEEEEVVVVVVOOOONNNNN ALEXANDER WWWWWHHHHIIIIITTTTTTEEEEEEE!

Mister White arrives at ringside. He jumps up onto the ring apron and then vaults himself over the top rope doing a half reverse cartwheel flip into the ring. He runs to each of the four turnbuckles soaking in the boos of the crowd. On the final turnbuckle he jumps down and claims that rope as his turnbuckle. He removes his shirt exposing his nice firm chisled toned body before the crowd as they respond in unison and his Oakley sunglasses. He leans up against the turnbuckle as he awaits for his opponents and the match to begin zooming in on his silver colored eyes with focus, cockiness, and silent intensity.

Denrol: This man is still disgusting.

Hero slowly fades out.

Trudeau: His first opponent, hailing from Truth or Conquences, NM and weighing in at 181 pounds, this is EDDIE VAN DORN!

The house lights dim as "Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 " by Pink Floyd begins to play. It seems as if the only illumination in the arena are the lighters that have been flicked on by the more musically inclined members of the audience. Suddenly, another flicker of light appears at the top of the ramp, lighting up the deviously grinning face of Eddie van Dorn. Eddie's wet hair falls in light curls over his eyes, almost as if he is hiding behind a curtain.

We don't need no education...

Eddie walks slowly down the ramp as his highly appropos entrance theme continues to play.

We don't need no thought control...

He climbs the steps to the ring, then lights a fuse on one of the ringposts.

No dark sarcasms in the classroom...

The fuse burns slowly toward a powder load in one ringpost...

Teachers, leave them kids alone...

The powder load goes off just as the first accented note in the song is played, and each successive ringpost goes off with other stressed notes.

*boom* *boom* *boom* *boom*
HEY! TEACHER! LEAVE THEM KIDS ALONE!

Eddie stands on the fourth turnbuckle to go off. He raises his eyes to the ceiling and his arms to the sky, the very picture of Generation X.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Eddie then steps down from the turnbuckle and crumples into a heap in the corner.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Trudeau: Coming out next, hailing from Montréal, Quebec, Canada, and weighing in at 218 pounds, this is BRUCE PEPIN!

The song switches abruptly into "Holding Out For a Hero" by Emery. From backstage emerges Bruce Pepin. Wearing a black vest and his customary Canadian trunks, he walks to the ring with a purpose.

Where have all the good men gone and where are all the Gods?
Where's the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need

Pepin removes the vest and slides into the ring.

Denrol: Looks, it’s the guy who ran last year.
Jack: Come on Denrol. It’s a new year.

Some eerie guitar music begins to play over the speakers, but immediately breaks in to a faster beat. The lights have begun to have a strobe effect, and the stage entrance is back lit. The fans start cheering, since they've all figured out that the music in question is "Savior" by 30 Seconds to Mars.

Until you crash
Until you burn
Until you lie
Until you learn
Until you see
Until you believe

Out in to the back lighting, a man walks. He seems to be wearing a trench coat, and is dressed in very dark attire, potentially all black, but whatever it is, it seems to be pants and a tee shirt. The strobe effect makes it seem like he\'s walking in stop-motion as he stands at the top of the ramp.

Until you fight
Until you fall
Until the end of everything at all
Until you die
Until you’re alive

The lights all come up to reveal that the man on the ramp is Nicholas Adams, and the fans begin to cheer. He's wearing a grin that seems almost too big to humanly possess, and also happens to be wearing black face paint that forms ovals around his eyes, with a thick, pointed red line on either side, as well as red triangular shapes above and below the bridge of his nose. He begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some fans as he does so.

Don’t save me, don’t save me,
'Cause I don't care.
Don't save me, don't save me
'Cause I don't care!

Trudeau: Making his way to the ring, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds - "THE RAINMAKER" NICHOLAS ADAMS!

The fans cheer even more loudly at hearing him announced, and Adams, in a burst of enthusiasm, runs the rest of the way to the ring, mounting the exterior of one of the ring posts before catapulting himself up, over, and in to the ring. He smiles, and the fans keep cheering as Adams walks over to the nearest corner and gets ready for his match.

Trudeau: Coming to the ring next, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and weighing in at 255 pounds, this is KASH!

The crowd stands and looks at the entranceway. However no one appears.

Jack: Huh?
Denrol: Where is... or, there he is.

Kash is standing in the ring, looking unfazed.

Jack: Where did he come from?
Denrol: Hell if I know.

Trudeau: Coming out next, hailing from Newcastle, England, and weighing in at 303 pounds, this is THORNE!

“Oh Fortuna” plays over the PA system as Thorne marches out. The crowd cheers the man, however Thorne ignores them as he enters the ring.

Jack: One of the favorites here tonight, one of the six former WWA Champions in this bout.
Denrol: Thorne is a threat, all the time.

The lights go suddenly black and the sound of footsteps echo through the arena. The footsteps go on for a few seconds and then stop, bathing the crowd in eerie silence. Very suddenly, the thick opening riff of "Black Mass" by Danzig rips through the PA system. Dark red lights begin to pulse on either side of the stage in time with the guitar. As the song kicks into gear with the drums roaring into life, RJ Stone comes pacing out on to the stage and the red lights begin to wildly strobe, making his movements incredibly jerky and inhuman.

If you call my name
It's but one of many by which I'm known
The borneless one
There is no pain or anger that I am not
Hell will come
He will come
Two nails in the palm of the hand
Hell will come

Trudeau: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 244 pounds, from Fresno, California, The Assassinnnnn, R..J..STOOOOONE!

The crowds boos are immense as RJ purposefully strides down the ramp and to the ring, ignoring their hatred and keeping his eyes focused ahead. He quickly slides under the bottom rope and is to his feet in a flash. He ascends the closest turnbuckle, and casts his cold gaze out to the fans lost in the sea of red strobelights. He stares off into seemingly nothing for a few long moments before hopping down and sitting in the corner. As the lights come up, he stares blankly at the ring, not acknowledging anything going on around him.

Jack: Wow! Our surprise entrant is another former WWA Champion, RJ Stone.
Denrol: Crowd doesn’t seem happy to see him back in the WWA. Neither am I. But I guess we have another favorite to win this.

Trudeau: The next man, hailing from London, England and weighing in at 205 pounds, this is JACK GRIFFITHS!

As "Tip The Scales" by Rise Against blares through the PA the crowd roar in anticipation.

These machines feed on the tears of broken lifes and dying dreams.

From behind the curtain Jack Griffiths appears, dressed ready for a fight he high-fives a few members of the audience before breaking into a sprint for the ring.

We’re throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lifes will not be lived in vain 

He slides into the ring where he pops up to his feet and throws up a devil's horn symbol to the crowd before taking off his t-shirt and throwing it into the crowd.

When this is all said and done
We spent this life on the run
Judged by the company we keep

Trudeau: Now coming to the ring, hailing from New Orleans, LA and weighing in at 275 pounds, this is JAYMZ WATKINS!

I AM IRON MAN!

The crowd cheers as Jaymz Watkins jogs down to the ring. He high fives some hands and slides into the ring.

Jack: Another possible winner there. This is a deep group. But we have one final wrestler.
Denrol: And he’s certainly got a shot at winning this.

The lights go out and a growl can be heard thundering right through the arena; suddenly “Destroy Everything” by Hatebreed explodes through the speakers.

A new life begins!
Destroy Everything!
Obliterate what makes us weak,
Destroy Everything!
Decimate what threatens me.

Copeland slowly walks out from the back to a frenzy of boos from the sold out crowd. He stops at the top of the ramp with a sadistic look in his eyes. The Machine stands there for a moment and looks out at the sold out crowd; he closes his eyes and drops his head slightly as the "Anti-Copeland" reception intensifies. Copeland raises his head and opens his eyes, before slowly heading down the ramp toward the ring.

Destroy Everything!
Obliterate what makes us weak,
Destroy Everything!
Decimate what threatens me.

Trudeau: From Razorback Point, Montana; weighing in at two hundred and eighty four pounds, the WWA United States Champion ... this is COPELAAAAAAAND!

Copeland gets to the ringside area and walks up the steps, he slowly enters the ring and walks to the opposite corner. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and just stands there scanning the arena, before closing his eyes taking in the hateful atmosphere, without a care in the world. He opens his eyes and turns his head slightly to give the fans a demonic, bone chilling look from beneath the mask. He climbs off the turnbuckle and paces back and forth as the music fades out and the lights return to normal.

Ding, Ding!

Jack: And the 2011 season of the WWA has officially started.
Denrol: However it looks like we have some leftover business from the last season. Copeland and Thorne are going for each other right away.
Jack: Yep. Stone and Griffiths also seem to have decided to settle their score.
Denrol: There’s Kash and Eddie. I think Eddie still isn’t happy about that loss we saw eariler.
Jack: I’m positive on that. Here is a strange pairing. Jevon White and Bruce Pepin.
Denrol: Not really. Those two’s alliance was always suspect and it collepse last year. Okay, that’s surprising.

What Denrol is referring to is the fact that Pepin ducks down and suddenly back body drops White over the top.

Trudeau: Jevon White is eliminated.

Jack: White doesn’t seem very happy with that.

He is not. White argues with the officials, but they block him from returning to the ring. Pepin taunts White, only to be surprised from behind by Watkins, who drops Pepin with a belly-to-back suplex.

Denrol: Looks like we got an epic battle over in one corner.

Copeland and Thorne are exchanging punches. Each swing gets a huge response from the crowd. Thorne begins to get the better of the exchange and nails Copeland with three in a row. However before he can push further. RJ Stone decides to pull his former Communion ally away and whips him into a corner. Thorne sneers grabs Stone by the shoulder, twisting him around. Thorne clothesline the Frontman, sending him flying to the outside.

Trudeau: RJ Stone is eliminated.

Jack: Thorne not a happy camper here and Stone paid for it.

Thorne turns and grabs the closest available body, which happens to be Jack Griffiths. Thorne lifts him up with a chokeslam and drops him onto his knee with a backbreaker. The crowd ooohs at the show of power.

Denrol: Thorne is a monster. Never been a fan of his, but you can’t deny his power.

In serious pain, Griffiths cannot defend himself from being thrown over the top by Thorne.

Trudeau: Jack Griffiths is eliminated.

Jack: In a manner of seconds, Thorne has taken out two former WWA Champions. He’s has got to be the odds on favorite now.
Denrol: I wouldn’t put down my money yet. Copeland might have something to say about that.

Having recovered from Thorne’s assault moments ago, Copeland has lifted Nick Adams up over his head. The Rainmaker struggles in the air, but is unable to prevent himself from being tossed out of the ring.

Trudeau: Nick Adams is eliminated.

Jack: Another former champion is gone. Yet, I don’t think Copeland is done.

He’s not. Copeland turns and grabs Kash by the throat. He lifts his former leader high up into the air and flings him away, over the top and to the floor.

Trudeau: Kash is eliminated.

Denrol: Five men are gone, five remain. We’re at the halfway mark in this battle royal.
Jack: Copeland and Thorne stand tied at two eliminations a piece.
Denrol: Can Copeland win a shot at his own championship?
Jack: Under the rules, yes. How that will work is up to Rachel Beckett.

Elsewhere in the ring, Watkins suplexes Pepin over the top. However Pepin twists in midair and lands on the apron. Pepin grabs Watkins and pulls him out of the ring and to the floor.

Trudeau: Jaymz Watkins is eliminated.

Jack: We have our final four and three men tied at two eliminations.
Denrol: Not if Thorne has anything to say about that.

Thorne charges at Pepin and gets a stiff clothesline, knocking Pepin to the floor.

Trudeau: Bruce Pepin is eliminated.

Jack: Pepin was exposed there, having already gone over the top rope. Thorne didn’t give him a chance to get back in the ring.
Denrol: Thorne has taken the lead with three eliminations. Eddie cannot win the US title shot, because he hasn’t taken out anyone yet and only two men other than him remain. Copeland is still in the hunt with two eliminations.
Jack: Don’t get too lost in the elimination count. The WWA Championship shot is still up for grabs for the winner.
Denrol: I know that.

Eddie and Copeland are struggling in one corner. Eddie starts to get the upper, but upon seeing Thorne headed that way, Eddie decides to bail out of the ring for a moment. However Thorne doesn’t care about him. Instead he’s focused totally on Copeland.

Jack: Oh boy, here we go again.

Thorne charges at Copeland, attempting a clothesline, Copeland ducks the attempt and gets in position, Thorne follows through and comes off the ropes on the far side, he runs back but is met with a thunderous spear by Copeland.

Denrol: Wow. That spear certainly took the wind out of Thorne. However he doesn’t look beaten by any stretch.

Thorne gets up, only to be met by a big boot to the fact by Copeland. Copeland stands over Thorne for a moment, clearly enjoying his advantage. However the crowd begins to rise, because behind Copeland, EVD has gotten onto the top turnbuckle. Copeland, hearing the crowd, turns around. Eddie flies at Copeland and drops him with a missile dropkick.

Jack: Eddie, out of nowhere, is in control.

Eddie seems to realize this. He stands over the two fallen monsters and raises both his arms in the classic “chokeslam” pose.

Jack: He can’t be serious.
Denrol: He’s having fun, but that fun may cost him.

Eddie picks Thorne up, clearly to try and toss him out. However Thorne suddenly comes alive and drops Eddie with an implant DDT. He seems to just about crush Eddie’s skull in with that move.

Jack: Whoa.

However Thorne doesn’t seem to care much about Eddie. Instead he turns back to Copeland, who is pulling himself up. Thorne bounces off the ropes and nails Copeland with a shining wizard knee.

Denrol: Ares’ Wrath!

Copeland is close to complely knocked out now. He stumbles backward to the ropes. Thorne charges forward and clothesline Copeland out of the ring.

Trudeau: Copeland is eliminated.

Jack: Thorne just won himself the US title shot with four eliminations.
Denrol: Now he just has to toss Eddie and he’s got the WWA title shot also.

Thorne realizes this and picks up EVD. Thorne does his own mocking “chokeslam” pose, and then lifts Eddie high into the air with one arm. He carries Eddie over to the side of the ring. Eddie is fighting, but can’t seem to get free of the hold.

Jack: Wait a second...

Copeland, who was still standing at ringside, jumps onto the apron and sucker punches Thorne in the chest. Thorne drops Eddie, who collapses to the mat. Copeland reaches out, grabs Thorne’s arm, and pulls him over the top rope and to the outside.

Ding, Ding!

Denrol: What? He was eliminated!
Jack: That doesn’t matter. Thorne is out now too, which means...

Trudeau: Your winner of the match and the number one contender for the WWA Championship... EDDIE VAN DOOOOOOORN!

The “victor” is trying to get up as his music plays over the PA system. However it’s quickly cut off as Copeland and Thorne begin to brawl on the outside.

Denrol: Eddie has won his title shot, but the bigger story is the US belt it seems.
Jack: We got just a preview here tonight. This war will go on, straight into Global Warfare.
Denrol: Copeland Vs Thorne. A titanic battle.
Jack: For the US championship. We’re out of time folks, see you next week.

Just as things are ending, Thorne tackles Copeland right into the corner post. The crowd explodes as we fade out to black.