The former WWA Champion returns for the rebirth, can he cap his return by winning Best of the Best?
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Our telecast begins where any good telecast should. On a smiling close-up of Bruce Pepin, former owner of the World Wrestling Alliance and a damn handsome man. Pepin sits at a desk, with a huge series of windows behind him. Downtown Ottawa is visible behind him.
Pepin: Greetings, W.W.'eh faithful. It is I, your hero and savior, Bruce Alexander Pepin III coming to you live from God's Country, Canada. As many of you are well aware, I have been called into the line of duty in my homeland, as the new Opposition Leader in the Senate. We've got Stephen Harper on the ropes, by god! Ha ha!
Bruce adjusts his tie.
Pepin: As such, I had to leave behind my run in the Hostile Wrestling, where I was deemed savior following one of the numerous times I destroyed its champion, Petite Sara. That's neither hear nor there. As my new status dicatates, I will not be able to compete in my beloved W.W.'eh for the time being. Nor do I have time to run it, hence my selling it back to Vaughn Babb at a tremendous personal profit. I'm sure he won't run it into the ground, a second time...
A HUGE smile.
Pepin: But, fear not. Many moons ago, my father, the late Bruce Alexander Pepin II, of the Montreal Pepins, travelled to America for business. Sequestered away in California, he...well, he got busy. And a bastard was born. A bastard named Bronco. Now, I must warn you, Bronco is nothing like myself. But I recently received a call from Bronco and he asked to finish off the remained of my contact for me in the W.W.'eh. I have not seen Bronco is many years, so I am not sure what exactly you are getting, but I have allowed it. So, I hope that is fun and all and he doesn't embarrass the family name. He's never been to Montreal, afterall.
A sly look off camera.
Pepin: Fear not, W.W.'eh. One day I will return. Until then, take care and welcome back, W.W.'eh.
The camera fades as Pepin goes back to his paperwork.
Gary Trudeau: blackness v/o Ladies and gentlemen... We... Are... BACK!
The crowd goes completely apeshit at this concept, and a massive wall of pyro erupts upon the new WWA entrance ramp, which is pretty mint: black-and-white color scheme overlaying a futuristic design, with a somewhat smaller yet still present WWAtron above the entrance. The entryway is offset to the left a bit because there's a large wall next to it, reaching to the top of the Tron; upon this wall is the Evolution logo, which is the evolution of man ascending a ladder and finally coming off the top with an elbow drop. Blasting over the loudspeakers is "Hanging by a Moment" by Lifehouse; the camera rockets throughout the arena, showing the throngs of screaming WWA fans who have never given up on the company, no matter how terrible the direction, how dire the monetary situation, how many times the place has died. As the phoenix rises from the ashes, thousands watch in awe.
Finally, the camera ends up in the ring, where Trudeau stands, a smile on his face. The music fades, and the crowd gets the hint, quieting down enough for him to speak.
Trudeau: Tonight, as has been the case many a time before, the World Wrestling Alliance has chosen to reopen its doors. And, as has been the case many a time before, you, the WWA fans, have returned to us. We cannot have a WWA without the fans of the WWA.
Major pop, and Trudeau smiles wider before continuing.
Trudeau: And now, let us kick the new WWA into gear! Allow me to introduce you all to your new WWA Commissioner... The son of WWA owner Vaughn Babb... JOHNNY B. BABB!
This new development brings much uncertainty to the crowd, who gives a seemingly reserved pop as "Limelight" by Rush begins to play. The WWA logo fills the Tron, and Johnny B. Babb flashes beneath it. The curtains part, and out steps the new WWA Commissioner. The crowd pops a bit louder, but nearly chokes on its collective breath when he begins to stride down to the ring in an obvious pantomime of The Rock.
He's a pretty tall guy, but extremely lanky; almost no muscle to speak of. It's made all the more obvious by the fact that the suit he's wearing, which is unkempt and doing a poor job of covering up the t-shirt beneath, is too small for him. He's not a great-looking dude, kind of a thinner-faced and slightly less ugly Luis Scola [Houston Rockets forward], with scraggly long hair to match. When he smiles, he does show that his father's money was somewhat put to good use, as his teeth are pretty damn good. His glasses, Buddy Holly-like, are crooked, and he tries to adjust them stealthily as he makes his way down so as not to break this "Rock-like" image. He fails at this stealth.
Babb reaches the ring and climbs to the first turnbuckle, continuing the Rock trend by throwing an arm into the air and closing his eyes, eating up the confusion of the crowd. He hits all the corners before taking a mic from the timekeeper. "Limelight" fades, leaving the confusion of the crowd to fill our ears. Babb goes to speak, but it's obvious that his Rock facade is fading as he starts to feel what it's like to be in front of such a large crowd. It's obviously his first rodeo.
He fights it off, though, and holds the mic to his lips after clearing his throat and taking a breath.
Babb: as Road Dogg Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages... The World Wrestling Alliance proudly brings to you... The violence sensation soon to be sweeping the nation... On neither radio station nor telecommunication... With the reformation of this corporation... It's not duplication but simply mutation... And with this declaration we start the confligration... This is EVOLUTION LIIIIIIIIVE!
This does draw a big pop, and his Road Dogg impression isn't bad. He nods, proud that he was able to get that foolishness out without a mistake; Trudeau even seems a bit impressed. He then continues.
Babb: Now, cool your respiration or you risk suffocation. The WWA is indeed back and ready to serve you, the fans. And boy, are there a lot of you in here tonight. Let me hear you all!
He leans toward the furthest back ropes and cups his hand to his ears, drawing that portion's cheers. He repeats this multiple times on the other sides in a familiar and famous manner. Then, it's back to business on the mic.
Babb: Now that that's out of the way, we can get down to business. Much like in my father's first foray into this company, I shall act as his Turtle Beach headset, bringing the most cutting edge of wrestling ideas straight to you all. Speaking of, we have an amazing show in store for all of you tonight. I know you didn't pay to see me, as awesome as it feels to be out here, so I shall be brief. You all know we have a Five-Way Frenzy tonight for the WWA United States Championship with some of the greatest performers in the world... pauses for the pop that overtakes his words ... But you all may be wondering, "What of the WWA Heavyweight Championship?" Well, the answer to that is simple... Showcase matches.
A murmur ripples upward from the crowd as the answer to one of the new WWA's burning questions might be on the horizon. He nods as if he senses the thought.
Babb: It's quite simple, really. If you turn our heads, we the collective that governs the WWA, we will give you a showcase match. What is a showcase match? The answer's easy: a mystery match. You will earn one if you perform at a high enough level, and you will not know who you are facing. Win it, and there's a very swank prize at the end of the tunnel. If there's enough impressive individuals, hell, we might have a lot of guys earning themselves showcases.
More interested mumbling. He changes course.
Babb: But I digress. On with the show, ladies and gentlemen! Tag team action up first!
Massive pop as he tosses the mic lightly to the timekeeper and leaves like he came, "Limelight" returning to usher him out.
Dynamite Wilkins here, your newest WWA reporter. We had a great undercard match featuring newcomer Go-Go Spectacular teaming with Willy Murdoch to go against the veteran team of The Heat Magnets. For a newcomer Go-Go got a hell of a pop. I'd expect great things from her. The fiesty female luchador took control early on with a series of highflying moves. I've honestly never seen a hurricanrana snapped that fast. Go-Go can also kick with the rest of them. She quickly got the hot tag to Murdoch but he never really seemed to get things off the ground. A simple mistake with a flying tackle was all it took for the veteran tag-team to take control.
The Heat Magnets used the classic "isolate the weaker link in their corner" strategy. It's an oldy but effective. Albert Rodriguez nearly took Murdoch's head off with a sick big boot. A few powerslams and a snake eyes later and his partner took control. Brett Butler was practically a surgeon out there, throwing suplexes left and right. Finally after reversing a irish whip into a lariet, Go-Go got back in there. She had a storm of offense but when she tried for the G-Spec, her 730 Splash, Rodriguez managed to move. For some reason Murdoch blind tagged his way in much to Go-Go's frustration. All this led to was him eating a Jackknife Powerbomb from Rodriguez. A three count later and The Heat Magnets were standing victorious. They proved their domination but I expect big things from Go-Go.
Wallace Coleman makes his return to WWA broadcasting accompanied by the most garrishly attired man in professional wrestling, Diamond Shazam. The man whom most would dismiss as a clown... if he weren't so big and powerful and more than willing to smash you neck first on the mat. Meanwhile, Wallace doesn't exactly know what to do as he introduces us to the Mastodon of Fashion.
Wallace: Ladies and gentlemen... I'm not really sure what to say, but during the segment portion of the WWA program and in lieu of giving you a personal interview with new WWA signee Diamond Shazam, Mr... I guess its Mr. Shazam has decided to offer all of you... an interpretive dance instead.
He looks to his left where Diamond Shazam is licking his fingers and passing them through his extended eyelashes. Wallace cringes.
Wallace: Enjoy, I guess.
Cue Diamond Shazam with a very proud look on his face bobbing his head to and fro, occasionally kicking in the air and wiggling his fingers. Sometimes his spins a lot while doing so. Sometimes he hops. Sometimes he shuffles. And once he even broke into a foxtrot. A curtsey of his Japanese hakama concludes his presentation.
Wallace: Thank you very much Mr. Shazam for this enlightening demonstration. Anything else that you would like to add?
He picks up the microphone as daintily as he would a flower.
Shazam: All that I have said I have already said before. All that needs to be done remains to be seen. All that I am, I demonstrate in front of you all. My name is Diamond Shazam and I am blight to the WWA; for I destroy the old and bring forth a terrifying new that your feeble little minds might not be ready to accept.
Wallace: Yes. Any details on what any of that means?
Shazam: I am uncompromising in my vision. I am absolute in the beauty of my works. I am a whole new dimension of pain for the inhabitants of the WWA. I am fabulous, and dangerous.
Wallace: I'm gonna take this as a no.
Shazam: Don't be so glib my good man; you have a masterful performer of the arts at your side! Its just that I'm an artist of pain, that's all. As I've previously said, since every artist must suffer for their work, it's only fair that my work causes suffering in return. I have come to give a performance of a lifetime to all those pretenders of the WWA title, and a little avant-goût to one RJ Stone and the rest of the old guard!
Wallace: Ladies and gentlemen, one of the contenders for the new brand spankin' new WWA United States title-
Shazam: Now I must dance.
Wallace: ... Diamond Shazam.
And Wallace looking to his left, where Diamond Shazam is doing something more appropriate from the Ministry of Silly Walks, holding the ox horns of his hair with his hands and sticking his tongue out. He flashes his hakama. Fade out.
Yo yo yo yo yo, who this is? Canadian Dragon writing a match recap and eating some Harveys, word.
We got Steven Mason, a bad dude, versus AK Macrae. I don't know nothing about no AK Macrae. Little bitch.
This match never even got started, as the Heat Magnets ran out and fucked they shit up.
Buster Wilson grabbed a mic and challenged the two broken wrestlers to a match next week, saying that if the WWA didn't want to give his Heat Magnets real competition, they'd find it themselves. Or that's what usually happens with this shit. Instead, they just wrecked shit and left without a word! BADASS!
No contest. Everybody loses. BOOM!
You could tell I was seated right behind the announcing station because I heard Jack correct Tony when he mistakenly called John Dionysus "James" and Tony thought that the champ's full name was Ronnie James Dionysus. I'd get behind that gimmick; Sacred Heart forever!
Yeah, champ NOT main eventing but instead you get your classic American Hero in champion John Dionysus vs Evil Foreigner Naham Abdul... Wait, that guy's from Iowa? I got a real "Omar's Coming!" vibe coming from the challenger. And little else: I have never seen the Knack in action before.
So as soon as they announce Naham Abdul Jafar's name, people all think it's some funky terrorrist and the crowd goes "USA! USA! USA!". I remember during the Seeley era that John Dionysus was this ex-military guy who became a philosopher and starting wrestling flying bears for a living; which is as good as any other gimmick when you think about it. Anywho, they think it's ex-military soldier vs terrorrist and crux of the match is... they brawl. A lot. Well Johnny strikes me like more of an MMA striker with the stiff knife edge chops and some Muay Thai clinching while Knackers is straight off the streets, holmes; big fists, elbow shots to the head: you name it, it ain't pretty.
Ref obviously has no control of the match and the two man dance around in the ring trying to get the better of each other when Naham rakes the face and finally gets some sustained offense in. Backbreaker to stop Dionysus cold, followed by a huge running lariat. He climbs the turnbuckle to pose, or at least tell the crowd he's American but nobody buys it. Tries to keep it onto Dionysus but Johnny shoves Knacky into the corner and unloads with a flurry of punches and that get's the crowd going again, with Naham getting caught in Johnny's strange body lock suplex that looks more like some arm trap belly-to-belly as he stumbles out.
So despite Naham's huge size advantage, he'll never get the chance to get decisive offence with John finally accepting his role as home town hero saving the world from terrorism. John has trouble doing his black hole slam against someone that big, so Naham calls an audible and the announcers say he countered the move into a jaw breaker, which is good enough. Finish is John ducking another of Naham's big lariats and answering with a roundhouse to the head, followed by a backdrop into a backbreaker which looked scary on a guy so big but did end up netting the pinfall. I'm Clyde Dunham, and I'll be listening to "Man on the Silver Mountain".
QUITE FRANKLY, HULK DISAPPOINTED. WRESTLING SHOULD BE IN THE BLOOD. BUT AFTER TONIGHT, HULK SKEPTICAL ABOUT GRANDSON OF RANDY CROSS. NATHAN CROSS GOT AN EARLY ADVANTAGE, BUT LIKE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PUNY TROLLS WON'T LEAVE BANNER ALONE? COLE SMASH!
IT WAS ESSENTIALLY ACADEMIC AFTER COLE BLOCKED AN ATTEMPTED FLASH KICK. HE WAS THROWN AROUND AS IF HE WAS IWC THING. ROCK MAN CANNOT SMASH. COLE CAN SMASH!
IT LAST THREE MINUTES AND FIFTY SECONDS. HULK FOUND MATCH DECENT, BUT WOULD NOT WATCH AGAIN. BETTER THAN A FARTING LADY SEGMENT. HULK SAY ONE AND A HALF STARS.
LEAVE HULK ALONE NOW!
Gary Trudeau stands in the center of the ring.
Trudeau: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the United States Championship!
The crowd cheers. "Pushed Again" starts to play.
Trudeau: Entering first, from Pardeeville, Wisconsin, weighing in at 290 pounds...DREW ROSEN!
The crowd boos. But Drew's not coming down to the ring. Instead? It's General Mayhem. Agent ORANGE and Lamprey flank him on both sides. Eddie Whisky follows close behind as the Militia march down to the ring.
The Agent and the Lamprey aid General Mayhem as he goes into the ring and soaks up the boos. The Militia lines up in formation as the General luxuriates in the boos. He grabs the microphone from Gary.
General Mayhem: Atten...TION!
The crowd responds with louder booing.
General Mayhem: I said...atten...TION!
The crowd doesn't give him what he wants.
General Mayhem: I know you were expecting the televised champion of the insurgency. But this man's militia just had to discuss a generous offer with Drew. And if he would come down to the ring, we shall discuss terms.
"Pushed Again" starts back up. Drew's making him wait.
General Mayhem: Take your time. I can wait.
Drew finally emerges as the guitars kick in. He stops at the top of the ramp with a grim look on his face. He shakes his head as he advances to the ring. He slides into the ring, hands balled into fists.
General Mayhem: I don't mean this to seem hostile, private. But you see? The militia's looking for a few good men to be all that they can be. And you would be perfect.
Drew arches an eyebrow.
General Mayhem: You have that sort of violence that fits perfectly with our echelon. All you have to do? Change your name to Andy Tango, make certain that Eddie Whisky gets the championship he deserves, and perhaps? Get you a fancy bit of ring gear.
He advances toward Drew.
General Mayhem: Of course, there is the downside.
Drew wrests the microphone from the General. The crowd buzzes.
Drew: Am I supposed to be scared?
The Militia takes a step toward violence, but the General stops them. He puts on a smile as he turns back toward Drew.
Drew: You tempt me with all that Andy Tango talk, and then you have to say that it's join or die.
General Mayhem takes a microphone from Agent ORANGE.
General Mayhem: I never said that. I said there was a downside. It's highly unlikely, but you may survive the inevitable Coup de grâce that would come from a moment of stupidity.
Drew advances toward him.
Drew: You put me at a Crossroads, Mayhem. A real power move. I salute you.
He salutes the General. The Militia salutes back. The General smiles. The Crowd boos.
Drew: But Andy Tango's gonna stay independent.
The crowd buzzes as he grabs the General and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Drew follows him and hits him with a vicious clothesline. The General tumbles out of the ring. Eddie exits the ring to check on him.
Agent ORANGE charges after Drew. He attempts to hit him with a savate kick, but Drew blocks. He responds with a Spinning Backfist. He throws him into the corner...Avalanche! He's set up for the Commend Thy Spirit, but Lamprey hits him with a dropkick to the leg.
Eddie Whisky returns to the ring. Lamprey hooks Drew up. Whisky charges! Whisky kick! Drew ducks it! Lamprey's out!
Drew comes up firing! Eddie Whisky's eating lefts and rights like a tourist at a Vegas buffet! He manages to block a left, and he responds with a forearm! And now they're trading blows like they're on the blue line for the Stanley Cup! Drew hits him with a Palm strike...but he gets spun!
Agent ORANGE mists Drew. And as he staggers around blindly, Drew gets the Whisky kick! And now Drew's getting jumped out with a series of boots. ORANGE bounces off the second rope...Asai Moonsault!
Eddie Whisky hefts Drew into the air for his finisher. Lamprey and ORANGE grab a hold of Drew's feet. The Sour Mash got spiked! General Mayhem's Militia pose victorious over the fallen Drew as the crowd boos.
Good evening, WWA fans. You know my name, at least you do if you have any intelligence. Brendan "Buz" Buzanowski here, the true voice of the World Wrestling Alliance and the only man who tells it like it is, Jack.
When I looked at the assignment board this week, I saw it was my job to tell you about the United States Championship match. Five guys fighting for the former Canadian Championship that. A belt which I hear will be changing na...you know what, I'll leave that one for someone else to announce.
Anyways, these were the five winners in tonight's match. As you can see in the video above, Drew Rosen was savagely removed from the match...
Eddie Whisky - Once considered an elite prospect, Eddie Whisky has earned a reputation as a loose cannon and hard to work with. He swears up and down this time is different. Give him a chance, WWA.
Drew Rosen - The former United States Champion. A master striker. And a master debater, I hear. Or was that masturbator? Or both. Maybe he debates while beating it? Drew wanted to show he was legit and a force in the WWA going forward.
Dusty Starrspangle - You know what? I don't know the first thing about this idiot and this match showed me nothing, as he was eliminated in four seconds.
Diamond Shazam - 1983 called and Diamond answered. A husky Hawaiian with neon purple hair fighting strong style? Thanks, but pass. All kidding aside, I was anxious to see this guy in action. I think the other wrestlers just want this guy to go away -- especially after he laced into all their chests with some nasty chops. Putting some stink on it, you heard?
Nero - The Leper Messiah. Twilight Fan #3 {behind Bieber and The Rock [who'd a thunk?]}. A man who loves cock...ing his first back and making his opponents feel his suffering. He swears that the WWA will fall as Rome once did...
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Eliminated before the match began: DREW ROSEN
The match started quickly. Or at least as quickly as it took for General Mayhem to distract Dusty Starrspangle, leading to a Eddie Whisky "Sour Mash" and a quick 1-2-3. In a few moments, the Sour Mash has become a dangerous move in the new WWA.
Eliminated: DUSTY STARRSPANGLE
I'm starting to love this Militia group. Whisky tagged out to Nero, leading to Diamond Shazam and Nero stepping in against one another. Both men seemed well matched, with the advantage changing hands numerous times. Twice Nero slid out of the ring to stall, the second time accidentally stepping on Lamprey, drawing the ire of the Militia. Suddenly, Drew Rosen returned to the ring, the mist still visible on his face. Swinging a chair like a madman, Rosen landed blows on Militia, Lamprey, Agent ORANGE, Whisky, the referee, Gary Trudeau, Fat Tony, Starrspangle, cameraman #3, Nero and a cotton candy vendor. The fans seemed to really enjoy this burst of anger. Other officials rushed out to push Rosen away, but before he left he went to Whisky and landed one more hard shot across his back. A second official took over the match as the first referee was removed via the same cart that earlier took Rosen away. And that referee counted Whisky out.
Eliminated: EDDIE WHISKY
And then there were two. Nero and Shazam both seemed a little dazed from the chair shots. Shazam took the upper hand, leveling Nero with hard shots and a huge Kawada kick that sent him to the outside. On the ground, Nero removed his belt wrapping it around his first. As Shazam looked to press the advantage, Nero leveled him with a hard shot, the exposed buckle cutting into his flesh. Nero slid in and connected with a huge Fall of Rome that shook the entire arena, leading to a quick three count.
Eliminated: DIAMOND SHAZAM
As the remarkably recovered Gary Trudeau announced Nero as the new U.S. Champion, the referee noticed the belt around Nero's first and angrily confronted him about cheating. Nero denied any wrong doing, sliding out of the ring and exiting through the crowd before the decision could be possibly reversed.
Winner and new United States Champion: NERO
The camera opens on Wallace Coleman making his way towards a shut locker room door.
Coleman: Ladies and gentleman, Wallace Coleman here, and tonight I am looking to get an interview with the newly returned, self proclaimed “One True King” RJ Stone.
Coleman confidently walks up to the door and knocks on it. He turns to the cameraman, shooting a thumbs up. There is no answer.
Coleman: He must be getting ready, just one second folks.
He takes a breath and knocks again. Still no answer. Coleman seems a little agitated now.
Coleman: That no good sunnuva…
Cameraman: We’re still rolling, Wallace.
Wallace takes another deep breath, smiles and nods.
Coleman: Well folks, I guess even though we were promised an interview here tonight we are just going to have to-
A voice comes from off camera.
Voice: What the hell are you guys doing in front of my locker room?
The camera wheels around to see RJ Stone. He is decked out in a black leather jacket, blue jeans, sunglasses, combat boots and a Coheed and Cambria t-shirt. In one hand, a vanilla milkshake and in the other hand a bag of McDonald’s take-out. He has a very quizzical expression on his face.
Stone: Look guys, I know that I’m a big deal, but a guy has to get his McChicken on before the main event, am I right or am I right?
He holds up the bag and starts to chuckle. Coleman and the cameraman start to join in.
Stone: Don’t laugh at my anecdotes.
The laughter quickly dies. Coleman then remembers…
Coleman: But, RJ-
Stone: It’s Richie again, Wallace…
Coleman: Are you…wait…what?
Stone scowls as Coleman fumbles through a pile of note-cards that were in his coat pocket.
Stone: How the HELL did you forget that I changed my name again!?
Coleman cowers back as Stone looks ready to deliver a vanilla milkshake laden backhand to him. Stone slowly lowers his hand and a wry smirk crosses his face.
Stone: Almost piss yourself? You did, didn’t you? You were totes right guy, it’s RJ again.
Coleman looks frustrated once more and stands up from his near fetal position. Stone chuckles again, leaning against the wall outside of his locker room door. He takes a long sip from the milkshake as Coleman straightens himself out.
Stone: I know that I called you here Wallace, so just get your little microphone ready and try to hide the smell of your soiled drawers for the time being. This one is going to be a quick one. Heh, that’s what she said…
RJ takes a moment to laugh at his own joke. Wallace and the cameraman remain silent.
Stone: Laugh, you jerks!
They both force laughter out of nervousness.
Stone: There, that’s better.
He takes another sip of the milkshake and turns to enter his locker room.
Coleman: RJ…you haven’t really said anything yet.
Stone stops short of entering the doorway.
Stone: Oh, right…So let’s get this all out there now. Griffiths and Grunge are a couple of chumps, this is common knowledge, right? So my biggest question is why do I have to step in the ring with a couple of chumps to prove that I’m awesome enough to be the WWA champion? I mean, my presence here in the World Wrestling Alliance should be enough to have the title handed to me. It just seems to me that rather than having the federation in tatters without a leader, the most fit man to lead this place into a new era should be given the opportunity to do so immediately. Which is why I plan on going out with this tonight…Wait here a second…
Stone steps into his locker room, Coleman sighs, thinking it was a ploy to go eat fast food in peace. Stone quickly re-emerges, with…the WWA title slung over his shoulder….He also has a McChicken unwrapped and in hand. He talks while obnoxiously chewing.
Stone: Before you say anything, don’t get your panties in a bunch WC…heh, WC…that’s British for toilet…Anyway, like I was saying…don’t get all upset. This is a sweet replica that I had made for me. I figure I may as well get used to carrying it anyway. Consider this just a placeholder for the time being.
Coleman is speechless at the arrogance of the man standing before him.
Stone: Okay, go ahead and do your nerdy little sign-off…On second thought, I’ll do it for you.
Stone snatches Coleman’s microphone from him.
Stone: Well, there you have it…I am still amazing and will bring in a new golden age, starting tonight! You stay classy, World Wrestling Alliance.
He then fastballs Coleman’s mic against the wall, causing it to crackle and hiss. Stone nods to the cameraman and slams his locker room door shut. The cameraman pans over to Wallace, who shakes his head in disbelief and shrugs, cut to-
END
I'm Bryan Baggins, and let me tell it like it is.
The crowd was great all night, even though a lot of the show ended up being pretty confusing. Babb's son looks like he might end up being a pretty solid personality, btw.
Anyhow, the crowd was especially lively during the main event, which was pretty damn good. As would be expected in a match of this type, there was a lot of back-and-forth exchanging, guys getting knocked out of the go for a bit before coming back with a near fall, that sort of thing. They even exchanged stealing each other's finishing moves in a neat little sequence. The norm in these kinds of matches, but still sweet to look at.
In the end, a very stiff Stone kick intended for Griffiths struck Grunge in the head, which caused the parametics to come out and take a look at him. During this time, Griffiths grew so enraged at the nonchalance of Stone toward the attack that they brawled and brawled and brawled until the referee decided to stop the match and call it a no contest. Yeah, we had a couple of those tonight, but whatever. The match was still good.
Observations.
Grunge looked good. He got the 15F onto Stone easily and looked like he was rollerblading out there. You could tell he was having a blast out there again. Until Stone blasted him, of course.
The other two were just as great as you would have expected from perhaps the two best WWA superstars of this generation besides maybe Trendkiller and Jaymz Watkins. Stone is crisp as a new dollar bill and Griffiths can still go, perhaps even faster than before. There was a real look of concentration and determination to Griffiths, perhaps unlike we've ever seen before.
Overall, I'll give the match two-and-a-half stars, with three for the match itself and two for the ending. Not bad, but not quite what they were capable of in a match type like that and with that ending.
Good night, folks. A solid show, and hopefully next week it's just as awesome, especially now that the ring rust is getting knocked off and the butterflies are getting squashed.
See you all next week.
"Willy Murdoch and Go-Go Spectacular Vs. Heat Magnets" By Christian Colde
"Steven Mason Vs. AK Macrae" By Josh L
"John Dionysus Vs. Naham Abdul Kabir" By Christian Colde
"Nathan Cole Vs. Nathan Cross" By Oliver White
"US Championship: Eddie Whisky Vs. Drew Rosen Vs. Dusty Starrspangle Vs. Diamond Shazam Vs. Nero" By Josh L
"RJ Stone Vs. Jack Griffiths Vs. Grunge" By Oliver White
Produced by Oliver White