WWA: Underground
March 13, 2010 - Episode #109
Live from the War Memorial at Uncenter in Syracuse, NY
Chapter I
Contract Signing with Stone and Black
The boos of the fans are deafening as Korn's "Coming Undone" assaults
the venue. RJ Stone strolls casually from the back in his now
ubiquitous black leather trenchcoat, US Title slung over his shoulder.
Jack: Welcome everyone to Underground. I'm Jack Whalen.
Denrol: I'm the Greatest of All Earth Time, Denrol.
Jack: As we all saw last week, RJ Stone – regardless of our
personal opinions of him – earned the right to challenge for the WWA
Title at Retribution, against the newly-crowned champion, Lucas Black.
Denrol: And here tonight, we have the contract signing for
the first WWA Title match to be held at a Pay-Per-View event in the new
WWA. This is a huge moment and it's a shame that wife-beating trash
like RJ Stone will be part of it.
RJ's security contingent follows close after, with his new head of
security, Hendrick in the lead. Stone turns and holds up his hand,
signalling them to remain at the entryway.
Jack: RJ Stone is confident enough to approach the ring without
his security detail.
Denrol: It's a mind game. With the security guys there, Lucas
will have to go through them to get to the ring for the signing.
Jack: Oh. I hadn't thought of that.
RJ enters the ring where a red carpet has been laid out and a small
table rests in the center. On that table rests the contract and a
silver pen. The boos of the fans slow down just a bit and RJ produces a
microphone from inside of his coat. He raises it to his lips with
a sly grin, but is cut off by The Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black".
Denrol: RJ was going to annoy us all with his prattling, but Lucas
Black interrupted.
Jack: I don't think that's much of an improvement.
Lucas steps from the back, dressed in a black button-up shirt and
slacks, the WWA Title on his shoulder, and Tiffani in tow. Of
course, the line of RJ's security stands in their way. Lucas walks
directly to them, a shark-like grin moving across his face. Hendrick
locks eyes with him, no intimidation on his face.
Tiffani: You'd best move your attack dogs, before Lucas
cripples them, RJ.
Black stands face to face with Hendrick, the grin on his face
threatening to explode into a snarl of violence. RJ waves his
hand dismissively.
Stone: Step aside Hendrick. She has a point, he'd massacre all
of you. Besides, he can't sign the contract if he can't get to
the ring.
Denrol: See how RJ's in control here? As much as I hate the guy,
the game he's playing is brilliant.
Lucas and Tiffani advance to the ring, casually and calmly. Once
inside the ring, RJ and Lucas circle each other a bit, watching each
other closely. After a moment, Lucas smiles. The fans are more or
less dead silent, considering their substantial distaste for all
individuals in the ring.
Black: It's good to see you back to your old ways, RJ. When you
were trying to be the upstanding guy, you had lost that edge that made
you a dangerous opponent. I almost reached the point of pitying you.
But now I see that you've done away with that weakness.
Stone: Speaking of weakness, I see that you're letting a woman
hold your leash. How many hours a day does she let you out into the
back yard?
Jack: Ouch.
Lucas smirks while the fans wait eagerly for this confrontation to
result in someone getting hurt.
Black: Is that all you've got? Childish jibes and
attempts to goad me into a rage? That won't work, RJ. But
let's talk about the match, shall we? You see, I don't know if
you've actually read this contract. It's not just for a title
match. It's a little more than that. You and I could step
into this ring and exchange martial strikes, technical expertise, and
outstanding athleticism all day long. I recognize that
fact. So, I decided to make things a little more interesting by
adding a chaotic element. This contract is for the WWA Title
...in a ladder match.
The fans show their appreciation with loud cheers. Lucas walks
to the table and quickly signs the contract. He then steps back
and graciously holds his hand out toward the table, beckoning RJ to
take his turn.
Stone: A ladder match? Well, that ought to be
interesting. But did you hear what happened when you mentioned
the stipulation? The fans cheered for you, Lucas. These
fans, these worms as you call them, actually cheered for you. How
does that feel? To know that the fans of the WWA are on your side
in this match? To know that I've garnered their hate more than
you have? And all I had to do was to cull my ...
RJ glances at Tiffani momentarily before returning his attention to
Lucas.
Stone: ...weakness.
Lucas shakes his head with disappointment.
Black: Fine. Let's talk rather than signing the match, if
that's what you want. Let's talk about your insistence that
you're not still some whining, spoiled little kid. Because what I've
witnessed doesn't match up. Your words and your actions are two
different things. You believe that you've grown beyond the need
for daddy's attention, but all you've really done is redirect that need
for attention to these fans, and when you found that being the good
little boy didn't get the attention that you wanted, you threw a grand
tantrum –hitting a girl – to get attention. Just like the spoiled
little brat that you've always been, regardless of how you dress it up.
RJ's smile drops, a hint of anger beginning to grow.
Denrol: Ouch, again.
Before RJ can respond, a figure zips out from under the ring in a
lightning flash, leaping up to the apron, then up to the top
rope. He bounces from the top rope with a spectacular Springboard
DDT to put RJ Stone's head into the canvas.
Jack: NICK ADAMS! Nick Adams is here and he just planted
RJ Stone!
The fans explode with joy! Nick is back to his feet in a flash,
watching Lucas warily. Lucas tilts his head and narrows his eyes, but
doesn't move to intercept.
Denrol: What in the world is he doing out here?
With a nod, Adams steps to the table, picks up the pen, and signs his
name to the contract.
Jack: He just signed the contract. What genius!
Nick Adams just took the opportunity to challenge for the WWA title for
himself by signing that contract in place of RJ Stone.
Nick puts the pen down and points at Lucas.
Adams: Your turn.
With those words, Nick propels himself forward, slamming Lucas into
the corner turnbuckles with a devestating spear. Fists and feet
begin to fly furiously. RJ's security team sprints toward the
ring, Hendrick in the lead.
Denrol: We have an all-out brawl now. Nick Adams and Lucas Black
are tearing each other apart.
Hendrick slides under the bottom rope while the others simply view the
brawl from the outside. RJ shrugs his head of security away. He
hurries to the table to see Nick's name on the contract.
Denrol: Take that, Stone.
With a determined grimace, RJ picks up the pen and signs his name to
the contract as well.
Jack: With Nick Adams and Lucas Black exchanging punches, RJ
Stone just added his name to the contract, too. What does that
mean?
Denrol: Nick Adams has a right to a rematch, and RJ Stone
earned the title shot at Retribution. I'm not a lawyer, but I
think this means we have a Threeway Ladder Match for the WWA Title at
Retribution!
The fans chant Nick's name as the WWA security team – not RJ's – storm
the ring to keep everyone apart.
Jack: Wow, Retribution is going to be incredible!
Chapter II
Scotty Carnage Vs Unknown
"Earlier Tonight" appears in the lower right corner as this match
begins.
Jack: Ok, so right now, we are supposed to have a match between
Scotty Carnage and the mysterious partner who rescued Kash two weeks
ago. However, up to this point, we have not heard a thing about
him, nor have we seen any activity from them today, so lord knows what
is going to happen now.
Denrol: As always, an unreliable, half assed Kash is ruining the
show, why am I not surprised?
The lights cut out and the sounds of 'All Nightmare Long' by Metallica
bursts from the PA.
Jack: At least we have someone out now, here comes 'The New
Sensation' Scotty Carnage.
Scotty steps through the curtain to a chorus of boos. He wears a dark
pair of wrestling shorts and a sports jacket zipped up.
Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in
But your luck runs out
Trudeau: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at
280lbs, ‘The New Sensation’ SCOTTY CARNAGE
Carnage climbs in to the ring and unzips his jacket. He ignores the
booing WWA crowd as he readies himself for action.
Jack: But what about Kash’ partner?
As Carnage waits in the ring, the PA system explodes with the opening
of ‘Humans Being’ by Van Halen. The crowd all turn their
attention to the curtain and as they wait to see, someone walks
through, very calmly, very focused.
Trudeau: And his opponent, from New Mexico, weighing in at 330lbs,
KERU NO AKIRO!
The crowd cheer at the man they haven’t seen in two years, and who
looks incredibly focused. He walks to the ring, slapping hands
while keeping his eyes on Carnage.
Jack: This man hasn’t been seen by anyone for at least two years,
what is he doing here, where’s the guy who we were expecting?
Denrol: Perhaps Kash has flaked out again and this is his
replacement?
Akiro climbs onto the apron and through the ropes, flexing his neck as
he does so. Despite his age, he seems to be in good shape.
Denrol: At least this should be a very physical match up, both men
are power athletes.
Ding, Ding!
The bell rings and the man start to circle, neither taking the eye of
each other.
Jack: Carnage has to be a little put off by this turn of events.
Denrol: Yes and no, someone associated with Harley must be trained
to be ready for anything.
Akiro and Carnage move together and lock up with a collar and elbow,
jostling for position. Akiro has the height advantage, and the
weight, but the muscular bulk of Carnage evens it out. Akiro
looks to be getting the better when Carnage raises a knee into his gut
to loosen the grip. Another knee and Akiro releases, allowing
Carnage to catch him in the head with a solid right hand.
Denrol: That’s always a good way to get out of that one.
Carnage tries to whip Akiro across the ring, but Akiro reverses,
sending Carnage off the ropes. He tries for a clothesline, but
the younger Carnage ducks. As he comes off the opposite side with
more momentum, Akiro lowers himself, then launches forward with a
shoulder block that sends Carnage to the mat.
Jack: Carnage is an impressive specimen but Keru no Akiro has a
height, weight and experience advantage that might prove to the edge
here.
Denrol: Not necessarily.
Jack: Why say that?
Denrol: Because … I said so!
Akiro stalks as Carnage gets to his feet as quick as he can, waiting
for the moment to strike. Carnage turns into Akiro only to be
caught with a stiff boot to the midsection, then a double axe handle to
the back. Akiro locks in a front face lock and throws the arm of
Carnage over his shoulder.
Jack: Suplex attempt by Akiro.
Planting his feet, Akiro lifts Carnage up, but the smaller man manages
to float over, landing behind Akiro, quickly locking up from behind.
Denrol: German Suplex perhaps?
Carnage, with an impressive display of strength, manages to haul the
330lb Akiro over his head with a release German Suplex, the ring
shaking from the impact. He quickly follows up, dropping an elbow
onto the sternum of Akiro, then another.
Jack: And thus far into the match, Scotty Carnage is showing us why
Harley has so much faith in him.
Lifting Akiro up by the arm, Scotty kicks him in the ribs before
locking in a front face lock of his own.
Denrol: If he manages this, then I will be very impressed.
Carnage looks around, his expression unchanging, and he plants
himself, hauling the bulk of Akiro overhead with a suplex, which he
then rolls through into the set up for another.
Denrol: Is it still Three Amigos if he is from Michigan?
Jack: Maybe Three Dudes?
He tries for another, but Akiro manages to use his leg to block
it. Carnage tries again but this time, Akiro blasts him with a
punch to the gut, then another, hard shots to the abdomen.
Carnage loosens his grip long enough for Akiro to bolt upright and head
butt Carnage right between the eyes. Scotty staggers back and
Akiro takes the opportunity to launch into him with a Yakuza kick that
sends Carnage to the mat.
Denrol: And that’s the experience edge showing right there.
Akiro shakes the cobwebs free and uses the hair of Carnage to yank him
to his feet. An irish whip follows, and Akiro uses his strength
to plant Carnage with a hard power slam. He does not go for a
cover, instead he places his boot on the face of Carnage and rakes down
across his eyes, a classic.
Denrol: I think this is the only redeeming factor that Akiro has to
me, he knows how to cheat.
The referee admonishes Akiro who doesn’t listen, instead he drops a
hard elbow onto the face of Carnage, then another. He stands up
after the second and lifts a dazed Carnage up, pushing him into the
turnbuckles. Before he can cover up or realise what Akiro is
planning, the 330lb deviant from New Mexico starts to unload with a
series of right and left body blows, all aiming at the ribs of
Carnage. The final shot causes Carnage to stagger forwards, right
into a stiff kick from Akiro, swiftly followed up by a DDT.
Jack: His head hit the mat hard on that one.
Denrol: It’s a DDT, where else is his head supposed to hit?!
Akiro rolls onto the back of Carnage, placing a knee into his spine
before locking in a reverse chin lock, cranking back on the neck of
Carnage.
Jack: it’s too early for a submission surely.
Denrol: I think this move is more for punishment than victory, a
wear down hold.
Carnage struggles against the hold, trying to use his impressive
physique to power out, but the knee in his spine and the weight of
Akiro makes it difficult. He struggles until he manages to loosen
the grip of Akiro, looking to power out, but just as he does so, Akiro
head butts him in the back of the head.
Denrol: What is he, part Samoan?
Akiro stands up and lifts Carnage up, placing him in a standing head
scissors.
Jack: Possible Powerbomb coming up.
Akiro grabs the arms of Carnage in a double underhook and the crowd
pop, well, those with good memories do.
Denrol: He’s going for his old finisher, the Essence of Chaos, and
when I say old, I mean he hasn’t used it in the past five years.
Before Akiro can do anything, Carnage manages to stand up, powering
out and sending Akiro overhead with a back body drop.
Jack: A great counter from Carnage.
Akiro stands up as quick as he can, but as he turns around, Carnage
musters all he can and leaps up, hooks his legs around the head of
Akiro and nails a perfect, stunning hurricanrana.
Denrol: What a move!
Carnage rolls to his feet, gathering his wits as the referee checks on
Akiro who landed right on his head.
Jack: Keru no Akiro looks to be hurt.
Sensing the weakness, Carnage quickly reacts, rolling Akiro over and
locking in a beautiful Camel Clutch, immobilising the arms and upper
body of Akiro,
Denrol: We could have a submission here, he has this locked in
tight.
Akiro struggles against the hold as Carnage did to him earlier, but he
cannot free his arms from the thick legs of Carnage. Scotty pulls
back, as emotionless as ever, using all his strength to torque the neck
of Akiro. The referee asks Akiro if he wants to give it up but
the answer, albeit pained, is a defiant no.
Jack: Right in the centre of the ring, Akiro has nowhere to go.
Akiro struggles, trying to bring his knees up to take some of the
pressure off, but Carnage yanks back on the hold. The referee
gets down, asking Akiro again, but again, the answer is no.
Denrol: He can’t last much longer in this.
Akiro finally manages to get one leg bent under Carnage, but his
strength is fading. His eyes are heavy as he fights the pain, and
the referee sees this, checking the entrapped arm of Akiro.
Jack: It falls once.
He checks again, and it falls for a second time, Scotty Carnage still
keeping full pressure on the hold.
Denrol: One more time and it’s over.
The referee releases the arm for the third time, but it stays in the
air, a fist clenched in defiance.
Jack: And we don’t have three, Akiro is finding something from
somewhere.
Denrol: The strength of experience.
Akiro starts to fight, using his bent knee to raise his body up, then
bringing his other knee up as well. Carnage keeps holding on as
Akiro fight to his feet, Carnage a weight on his back. The crowd
cheer Akiro on.
Jack: Despite having a near 300lb man on his back, Akiro is back to
his feet!
With a scream, Akiro charges backwards, ramming Carnage into the
turnbuckle as hard as he can, but despite the pain, Carnage keeps
hold. Akiro rams back again, Carnage still keeps a tight grip.
Denrol: Well Plan A didn’t work, does he have a Plan B?
Akiro turns towards the ropes and with the extra weight of Carnage,
uses the mass to fall over the top rope, both men hitting the floor at
a very awkward angle.
Jack: Whether that was planned or not, it was effective, but they
need to get back into the ring.
Neither man is moving a great deal.
1..
2..
Carnage shows the first sign of movement, getting to all fours.
3..
4..
Akiro starts to move now, albeit slower.
5..
Carnage sees this and using the ring apron, pulls himself up.
6..
Carnage rolls under the bottom rope into the ring as Akiro gets to one
knee.
7..
Jack: Akiro needs to hurry.
8..
Akiro looks up, seeing and hearing the count, and manages to raise
himself up.
9..
With a burst of energy from god knows where, Akiro rolls himself under
the bottom rope.
Denrol: How close was that, the referee was just about to count Ten!
Carnage launches himself at Akiro with an elbow, but Akiro manages to
roll away. Carnage tries for another, but again, Akiro
moves. Both men get to their feet and they start to trade rights
and lefts. Akiro manages to block a right from Carnage and get
the upper hand, punching Carnage back into the ropes. He whips
Carnage off to the side ropes, but himself bounces off the top ropes,
spearing the returning Carnage with a move that would have been called
one, The Pounce.
Jack: Akiro has some momentum going for him now.
He gets to his feet and lifts Carnage up, whipping him into the
corner, following up with a stiff clothesline. Carnage stands
there, dazed, and Akiro starts to unload with a series of shots ranging
from uppercuts to throat strikes to palm thrusts, a frenzied attack,
finishing off with the mother of all uppercuts than sends Carnage to
the mat.
Denrol: Reminds me of my old friend Tracer Bullet, except Bullet’s
not so fat and old.
Akiro backs off and takes a deep breath. He makes a cut throat
symbol and waits for Carnage to get to his feet.
Jack: He is signally for the end.
Carnage stands and takes a stiff boot to the midsection, doubling him
over enough for Akiro to grab him in a Gutwrench, lifting him up for a
Dominator, but Scotty Carnage grabs the referee by the shirt,
preventing Akiro from getting a good hold.
Jack: Last gasp cheating from Carnage.
The referee struggling causes Akiro to drop Carnage who lands dazed
but on his feet. Akiro turns around and, angered, pushes Carnage
back into the turnbuckle, attacking with another frenzy, but as the
referee counts to back him away, he doesn’t stop.
Jack: Keru no Akiro has to be careful here.
The referee gets to five and tries to pry Akiro off Carnage, and he
does so, only for Akiro to launch forward again, attacking viciously
and needing another five count. The referee backs Akiro off
again and Akiro lunges again, only for Carnage to lean forward and
raise his arm between the legs of Akiro with a vicious uppercut low
blow. Akiro drops to the mat, clutching his essentials and the
referee calls for the bell.
Ding, Ding!
Jack: I take it Scotty Carnage has been disqualified for that low
blow.
Denrol: Maybe but remember, Akiro did push the limits on those five
counts, maybe the referee has thrown the whole match out?
Both wrestlers are on the floor winded as the referee speaks to Gary
Trudeau.
Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified both men,
the result of this match, a Double Disqualification!!
Akiro and Carnage hear this and their blood boils, they launch at each
other, rights and lefts flying, but before they can do any major
damage, referees and security flood the ring to pull them apart, no
mean feat.
Chapter III
Watkins Promo
"Sirius/Eye in the Sky" by Alan Parsons Project begins to flow from
the loudspeakers, and the crowd predictably begins to cheer. Jaymz
Watkins emerges at the entranceway, sans track jacket, wearing a
Megedeth t-shirt and his wrestling pants and boots. The crowd showers
him in their love, and he clearly is accepting of it, but his face also
betrays that his mind is elsewhere. He walks down the aisle to the
ring, slapping hands with a couple of folks, though mostly out of
instinct. He rolls into the ring and crosses to the far side, where he
reaches for a microphone and is obliged. The music fades, and the
crowd's support is all that remains for a moment. Jaymz looks around at
the fans, pondering for a moment, before raising the mic to his lips.
Watkins: RJ Stone is a douchebag.
The suddenness of the statement causes the fans to burst into raucous
cheering. He cracks a little smile, but it disappears quickly.
Watkins: Don't worry. I may have lost to him last week, but he's
going to get his tonight, because if I don't take his US Title from
him, John Grant is going to. In a sidebar, the kid's got it, seriously.
He's freakin' good.
More cheers.
Watkins: But that's as much as I'm going to speak on that, honestly.
I'll let my actions in the ring speak for me. The reason for which I
am out here, though, has to do with the aftermath of that Sole
Survivors match. The aftermath, of course, where I was confronted by
the New God.
Boos.
Watkins: Yeah, I know. The asshole has been tormenting me all this
time, and all he can ever seem to do is come out after my losses and
trash talk me. Whatthehellever. So I arrived at the arena last week,
and in my locker I find a weird-looking note, on fancy card stock with
fancier script. Here I am thinking it's my invitation to the Oscars,
seeing as I never got an invite. Those people just can't recognize true
talent, honestly.
Laughter.
Watkins: I kid, of course. Well, I was shocked to discover that it
was not an invite at all! At least not to the Oscars. I guess you could
call it a sort-of invite, as it was an invitation to participate in a
competitive wrestling match at Retribution. While disappointed in my
Oscar cold shoulder, I was even more disheartened to discover that the
kind soul that had issued the challenge didn't supply even his name.
More booing.
Watkins: That was my exact reaction, TBH. I told the WWA brass that I
was game, though I was certainly irritated that since I didn't know who
it was I couldn't even gameplan for the match. Soon after, the Sole
Survivor match happened, and my one-time comrade Stone felt it
necessary to assault my nether regions in order to defeat me.
Even more booing.
Watkins: And after all is said and done, the damn Destroyer, or, "New
God," if you will, came out to - what else? - trash talk. While I was
livid after everything went down, I began to ponder. And what to my
pondering mind did appear but the identity of the mystery challenger.
What better way to begin the making angry rabbit quotations with his
hands "Final Trials" than by facing me in a match in which I have no
idea who I'm facing? I can't prepare, but they sure as hell can, and I
don't even know what to expect, honestly. I don't know if it'll just be
an all-out assault, or a straight match, or what, and this annoys me.
It infuriates me, in fact. If I could shoot fire out of my eyeballs,
this entire non-camera-side section of the crowd would be incinerated.
Non-camera because we don't want to traumatize the younglings watching
this. I don't like the secrecy and the slinking about and all that. I
never have. This Destuctive New God of War or whatever isn't much of a
god at all. All he seems like to me is a coward.
The fans cheer loudly at this accusation.
Watkins: Like once or twice this guy has approached me directly, and
he's never done it by just walking up and shaking my hand. For this
reason, I question just how much of a "god" he must be. A god wouldn't
need to hide in the shadows and use loudspeakers and, in the last
iteration of the WWA, jumbotrons to inflate himself. A god is power, a
force of nature, even. The earth is frightened to even hold him as he
walks, as he may rend mountains and villages with his footsteps. This
"New God" has none of these qualities. He walks in shadow, moving chess
pieces around in the dark. His only weapons are his words, and his
words have destroyed neither mountains nor villages. In fact, this
"god" has only had one target, and he's taken up aim from out of his
wonderful shadow world. I say this, God of War, and I say it loudly
enough that you can hopefully hear it over the deafening silence in
your world...
The crowd is abuzz with anticipation and muttering.
Watkins: You can't run from me anymore. Oh, that's right, it's you
that's doing the running now. I've been hiding from your influence for
far too long, and I haven't seen that you've been the one hiding from
me. No more! It's time to settle this! I don't want to wait for
Retribution. I want you, one-on-one, no rules, RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW!
An eruption of cheers that rivals Mt. St. Helens. Jaymz is wild-eyed
in the ring, looking ready to mangle the one responsible for all of his
torment. But, the cheering begins to die down, and his demeanor shifts
from crazy determination to fury, when nothing happens for several
moments.
Watkins: You're admitting it now, Whatever-You-Are! You're admitting
it to everyone here, and everyone watching around the world, that you
are but flesh and blood, and you understand what I intend to do to you!
YOU FEAR ME!
Cheers spring up again, and another few moments go by without
retaliation.
Watkins: I say ha! Do you hear me? Ha! HA!
He begins to laugh, obnoxiously at first, but it changes into a
maniacal, feverish laughter that the crowd begins to mimic. It doesn't
take long before the entire building is full of insanity.
Watkins: You see!? I'm not afraid of you anymore! These people here
are my friends, and I have found in them, and myself, and in everyone,
more power than you can ever hope to achieve! You can stay back there,
cowering in your shadow world, and you can wait until Retribution to
try some other scare tactic, and I don't even care! If you won't come
out here, I will simply turn the strength I've gained tonight against
RJ Stone! I will climb back up the WWA ladder and I will take the WWA
Title! And whenever you finally decide to enter my world, a world
without shadows to hide in, I WILL DESTROY YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL!
The fans give their loudest cheer yet, nearly all of them on their
feet and screaming like maniacs. Jaymz reflexively pitches the
microphone up the aisle toward the back, where it crashes somewhere
with a loud THUMP. His adrenaline may as well be his blood, as he
leaps over the top rope and lands on his feet on the floor outside,
high-fiving every single hand he can reach on his way to the back.
Denrol: Whoa. That was intense.
Jack: It certainly was.
Chapter IV
Backstage with Intrepid
Jack: We are going backstage now, from earlier this evening. Wallace
Coleman is with Intrepid.
Denrol: Oh great! This guy again?
The camera perspective switches to where Coleman is approaching
Intrepid’s locker room door. It is already slightly ajar and the camera
operator catches a glimpse of Intrepid sitting on a bench with a cell
phone to his ear. He must have caught the movement outside of his door
because he looks up and motions towards it. The door suddenly flings
open where D.Filed is standing there looking seductive. She
passionlessly looks Coleman up and down.
D.Filed: Honey…the heathens are here for the interview!
Virtue comes running around the corner and straight up to Coleman.
Virtue: Heathen!
Virtue a swift kick to Coleman’s shin and bolts away back into the
locker room. Through all of the commotion, Coleman’s microphone picks
up the last bit of Intrepid’s conversation.
Intrepid: …it doesn’t matter to me. Whatever it’ll take to get me
where I need ta go I’ll do it…I don’t need to be in control of the
vehicle that gets me there, if you get drift. So count me in on little
thing of yours…gotta go, Coleman is here.
Intrepid flips the cell phone shut while standing up and stretches his
neck as he walks toward the open entrance to the locker room. He hands
the cell phone over to D.Filed and leans in to give her a kiss, but
before he lifts his mask up he reaches out and shoves the camera down
to where it is viewing the floor. While the two are presumably kissing
you can hear Virtue.
Virtue: Ewww!
The camera operator pulls the camera back up to find Intrepid
adjusting his mask, D.Filed looking content and the child Virtue
running around with his tongue hanging out making a puke face. Intrepid
then motions for the hallway as he pulls the door shut.
Intrepid: We can do this out here guys.
They all position themselves and Coleman kicks into gear and just as
he is about to begin Intrepid interrupts him.
Intrepid: Remember the rules Coleman, stick to the topic of Somers
and either tonight’s match or the match at Retribution.
Wallace sighs just slightly and nods in agreement to Intrepid’s
statement.
Coleman: So Intrepid…before we talk about tonight’s match, let’s talk
about this campaign of your to quote “clear the WWA of its cancer.” It
all started with Mal Somers, so what is the cancer you speak so much
about?
Intrepid: Staring coldly at Coleman Next question…first warning.
Coleman stands there with a blank look on his face as he and Intrepid
just stare at each other.
Coleman: Intrepid…it involves Mal Somers…how can you pass on being
able to expound on the agenda that you refer so much about?
Intrepid leans forward and gets into Wallace Coleman’s face.
Intrepid: Next question…and now your second warning…tread lightly
little man.
Coleman rolls his eyes and continues with his next question as
Intrepid stands back straight, posing as if he was just getting ready
for his first question.
Coleman: With this great opportunity to soften Mal up before
Retribution, first explain to us what exactly an “I Was Wrong” match is.
Intrepid nods like that was a good question and that he would be more
than happy in answering it. It is somewhat creepy the way Intrepid
robotically steps through the motions.
Intrepid: An “I Was Wrong” match is a lot like an “I Quit” match. Mal
and will wrestle each other and wear each other down until I get him to
admit that he was wrong for abandoning me when I needed him the most
two years ago.
Coleman has a twisted and confused look on his face and is about to
begin to interrupt Intrepid but is unable to do so.
Intrepid: The rules are that there are no count outs, no
disqualifications and most importantly, I amended it to where there
will be no weapons.
Coleman: There will be no disqualifications and no weapons? What’s
the point?
Intrepid: That’s a good question son…let’s say that Mal were to
accidentally fall into the stairs because of a bad Irish Whip from
me…or that a chair would happen to fall down on one of Mal’s legs and
then tripped and fell onto that chair…that would not be grounds for
weapons use.
Coleman is about to ask his next question but his eyes grow huge as
watches something off screen. You can hear a loud rustling of what
sounds like vinyl rubbing together and then suddenly a man screams out.
Somers: BONSAIIII!!!!
You catch the image of Mal Somers wearing his sumo suit bowling into
Intrepid but with the combination of the size of his suit and the
narrow hallways, Coleman is shoved into the camera operator and they go
to the floor as well. You can hear the sound of the two men struggling
with each other on the floor along with the strange swish of the vinyl
suit.
Somers: What about this accidental elbow Silas…or this accidental
thumb to the eye?
The camera operator is finally getting to his feet just as a few
officials show up, pushing through the mayhem. Unable to get a firm
hold onto Mal they just grab him by the legs and pull him across the
floor. These gives Intrepid the perfect opportunity to jump to his feet
and just as the officials are able to bring Mal to his feet, Intrepid
snaps a hold of Mal and delivers a single arm DDT.
Intrepid: ADMIT IT! ADMIT IT NOW MAL!
The officials lunge at Intrepid, pinning him against the wall next to
his locker room door.
Official: Save for the ring you guys! We can’t be having this!
More officials and crewmembers arrive collecting Mal off the floor but
Mal asks them to wait in between breaths. They look at each other and
reluctantly agree.
Somers: Fine…I’ll admit it…
Everybody appears instantly to hold their breath and you can almost
feel Intrepid smile underneath his mask.
Somers: I was wrong to have <i>ever</i> called you my
friend…
Intrepid rages and pulls against the officials holding him and Mal is
led away by his smiling. Virtue comes flying out of Intrepid’s locker
room yelling.
Virtue: Wait! Wait!
They all stop as Virtue runs up to Mal and looks at him with childlike
eyes…but those eyes are gone quickly in a flash as the little boy
smiles and delivers a sharp kick to Mal’s shin through the suit.
Virtue: Heathen!
Chapter V
Conway Promo
Another "Earlier Tonight" appears in the corner as Ride of the
Valkyries blasts out across the arena as the massive shape of Chris
Conway emerges onto the ramp.
Denrol: What does this lump want?
Jack: The big Jamaican has not had a good time of late, he’s been
beaten physically by Shaman in the ring and mentally by Blake Motherboy
out of it. That dastardly duo have made Conway’s life a living hell!
This week they’ve even forced him into exile form his home in Jamaica.
He no longer has a country to call home!
The fat guy looks very stressed, his one eye playing nervously across
the auditorium as he climbs into the ring and picks up a mic.
Conway: Good evening everyone, I’ve come out here tonight to deliver
a message ahead of my fight at Retribution. I know I have a match
tonight but I am focused on getting my hands on both my nemesises…
nemesisises…um…nemesi?...
Conway’s confused muddles are interrupted by a blast of funky pop jazz
as the cocky, grinning form of Black Motherboy saunters on the stage.
He is carrying a small He is carrying a small video player.
Conway: You get everywhere don’t you, you rat bastard! You’ve ruined
my career, stolen my country form me! Why can’t I be allowed to just
live my own life? Why do you have to stick your nose in my business?
Motherboy grins inanely.
Motherboy: It’s my business, Shaman sent me out here to pass on a
message to you.
Conway is almost snarling in rage as he spits out his words.
Conway: What message?
Motherboy: You're going to love this, Chris! Keep your eyes here for
a very special message! Oh, and actually, that thing I said about you
loving this message, forget it. You’re going to be crushed.
Blake delivers his words with an unsettling level of delight. He turns
on the small video player with a film of an older, thinner, greyer
version of Chris Conway.
Conway: Father?
The video plays as Conway’s dad, Philip begins to speak.
Philip: Good day, this is Colonel Philip Conway of the Jamaican Royal
Air Force. The Conway family has a long and proud military tradition.
My father served in the Royal Navy during the Second World War, his
father was killed at the Somme and his father before him fought the
Boers in Africa. Each man served his country, his commonwealth and did
his family proud with what they achieved in combat.
On the video Colonel Conway pauses to take a sip of water. In the
auditorium Chris is looking on in bewilderment.
Philip: The Conway family has always achieved glory through combat,
five generations of fighting men have made this family great. Now,
though, that has all changed. My only child has brought this once great
family to it’s knees.
Chris looks shocked, there is a tear in his eye.
Philip: Chris, you are a disappointment and a disgrace. Your losing
record, your obese physique, your constant failures to achieve anything
worthwhile, it all amounts to nothing. You are nothing!
Blake Motherboy’s face is a picture of sinister pleasure. Chris Conway
is stoic, trying not to show his hurt and pain.
Philip: You have let everyone down, Chris. You’ve failed yourself,
your father and your family for the last time. As of this moment, you
are nothing to me. I have no son!
The words seem to hang in the air and echo around the arena. Chris
Conway is trying to show no emotion but its clear this has impacted him
greatly. The video ends and Motherboy turns off the player.
Motherboy: How’s it feel to be an orphan? No home, no family, it
seems like nobody wants you. Oh wait, there is someone who want you.
Shaman, but he just wants to hurt you.
Conway: You are destroying my entire life, you’ve taken it all,
there’s nothing else you can take from me!
Motherboy: We’ll see about that…
On that menancing note, Motherboy heads out of the arena, leaving
Conway an emotionally broken man.
Jack: Oh no, this is horrible. Conway’s life has literally been
ripped to shreds by the villainous combination of Shaman and Motherboy.
Denrol: There’s nothing sadder than watching a fat man cry.
Chapter VI
Conway & Somers Vs Shaman & Intrepid
Jack: Well as you were all witnessing those videos from before we
came on the air, our tag team match has gotten underway.
Denrol: There was some back and forth to start, but I can't help
noticing whenever Somers got into the ring, Intrepid would tag out,
avoiding the man he will face at Retribution.
Jack: Shaman has been happy to pick up the slack. For the last few
minutes it's been Conway trapped in the ring, being worked over by both
Intrepid and Shaman.
Denrol: Conway needs to tag Somers and soon.
A winded Conway is helpless as Shaman whips him into the ropes. The
huge Conway comes back and is bodyslammed by Shaman. Shaman covers.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Somers breaks off the cover with a kick to Shaman's back. The ref
warns Somers and orders him back to the corner. As he does so. Shaman
lifts Conway up and shoves him into Shaman's own corner. Intrepid takes
advantage of the ref being distracted to choke Conway from behind.
Shaman chuckles and nails Conway with a series of kicks to the
midsection.
Jack: How cheap. Intrepid and Shaman double-teaming Conway here and
Somers can't do anything.
Denrol: Classic strategy, very smart.
The ref finally turns around, just as Intrepid releases Conway. Shaman
tags Intrepid in. Intrepid laughs and stands in front of the dazed
Conway, motioning for Conway to come to him.
Jack: Now Intrepid is just taunting Conway, begging him to come
forward.
Denrol: Not sure how smart this is...
Conway does slowly stumble forward. Intrepid gestures even harder,
when suddenly Conway charges forward and clotheslines Intrepid, turning
him 360 degrees to the mat.
Jack: Wow, did you see that?
Denrol: Mistake by Intrepid, can Conway get the tag in?
Conway crawls forward, towards Somers. The crowd gets onto their feet,
cheering him on. Intrepid stands up and goes to grab Conway, but Conway
leaps forward and tags in Somers.
Jack: Here we go!
Intrepid turns to race to his corner, but Somers grabs him from
behind, pulls him backwards and drops him with an inverted DDT. Somers
stands over his nemesis, as the crowd explodes in cheers.
Denrol: Somers has waited a long time for this, he doesn't want to
wait till Retribution.
Somers picks Intrepid up and whips him into the ropes. Intrepid
bounces back and Somers throws him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Somers
smiles and stands up, clearly pumped.
Jack: Mal is going to enjoy every second of this.
Mal picks Intrepid up and lifts him up into a vertical suplex position
Denrol: Here comes Mal Function... WHAT?
As Somers holds up Intrepid, Shaman comes in and chop blocks Somers.
Somers falls back, Intrepid lands right on top of him. The impact
knocks the wind out of both men, but Intrepid is on top as Shaman exits
the ring.
One!
Two!
Conway tries to roll back into the ring, but he's too slow.
Three!
Ding, Ding!
Jack: I can't believe it. I can't believe it.
Denrol: He won!
Trudeau: Your winners of the match... SHAMAN AND INTREPIIIIIIIID!
'Must Kill' by Cavalera Conspiracy plays over the PA as the ref raises
Intrepid's hand. Shaman smiles and makes his way up the aisle. Intrepid
jumps up and down, clearly excited.
Jack: Well it came out of nowhere, but Intrepid has won his first
match in the new WWA.
Denrol: Beating of all people, Mal Somers.
Jack: Well a pinfall won't settle things at Retribution. Either
Intrepid or Somers must say the words "I Was Wrong" for that match to
end.
Denrol: Meanwhile Shaman and Conway will also meet at Retribution,
in a three-way Hardcore Match with Blake Motherboy.
Chapter VII
Backstage with Watkins
Jack: Wait, I'm receiving word that there's been an incident
backstage.
Denrol: Define incident.
Jack: I don't know. There's a cameraman currently en route...
On cue, the feed switches to a shot clearly being filmed by a running
man. Off-screen, there's a loud murmurring sound, presumably at the
source of the "incident." The cameraman continues quickly down the
hallway before hooking hard right down a side hallway, where there's a
small crowd gathered. A few spy the cameraman and allow him space,
revealing Jaymz Watkins, seated leaning against the wall, face bloodied
heavily, eyes glossy.
Jack: Oh, my God!
Denrol: Jesus, what happened?!
His friend Mark is closest to him, hand on his shoulder, eyes wide
with fear.
Mark: Jaymz, are you okay?
The former actor mumbles something incoherent, and Mark gently slaps
him a few times.
Mark: Come on, dude... Are you okay? What happened?
Jaymz: D-don't know... L-leg hurts...
Mark: Which one?
Jaymz: ...A-arms hurt... F-face h-hurts...
Mark: What the fuck happened, dude?
Jaymz's face grows stern, though his eyes still seem distant.
Jaymz: He struck f-from the shadows, h-his shadows... I won't l-let
him g-get away...
Jaymz tries to get to his feet, but his friend and a couple of
trainers try to hold him down.
Mark: No, Jaymz, you can't go after him. Just relax now, buddy...
Jaymz: And so, he escapes... Back to his shadow world...
Jack: Jaymz seems to have a good idea who did this to him, but it
doesn't seem like he saw the culprit...
Denrol: The culprit hid in the shadows. I think that speaks volumes.
Jack: Can Jaymz Watkins even watch the US Title match now, let
alone compete in it? I suppose we'll find out!
Denrol: He's done-for. That sneaky bastard didn't even want him to
make it to Retribution.
Chapter VIII
Main Event
United States Championship Match
Stone (c) Vs Grant Vs Watkins
Trudeau: This is our main event of the evening. It is for the WWA
United States Championship. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at
two hundred twenty-seven pounds, and hailing from San Francisco, this
is John Grant!
A loud bell is heard, and the lights in the arena swiftly fade to
darkness. A second bell follows, followed by a third and a fourth, and
as the hard guitar riffs of "Hells Bells" by AC/DC play, the stage is
criss-crossed by blue and yellow lights and lasers. The bells
eventually cease, and as the music picks up, a spotlight appears, and
John Grant stands there. His arms crossed in front of him in an X
shape, with his fists balled, he holds the pose for a moment, and then
stretches his arms out to his sides, as far as they'll extend. Just
before the lyrics start, Grant can be seen speaking a single word.
Grant: YEAH!
I'm a rolling thunder
A pouring rain
I'm coming on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young, but you're gonna die
Grant starts making his way to the ring, his attention fully focused
on front of him. Halfway up the ramp, he stops, and raises his right
arm, fist held high to the sky. He holds that pose for a moment before
continuing on his way to the ring.
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you
HELLS BELLS!
About this time, Grant has reached the ring, and he's mouthing the
words "Hells Bells" along with the song. Entering the ring, he makes
his way to the far corner, and lifts himself onto the second
turnbuckle, again lifting his right fist high, and straight, into the
air. Then he moves back down to the ring canvas, getting into his
corner and rolling his shoulders to loosen up a little before his
match.
Trudeau: The second challenger, weighing in at two hundred
seventy-five pounds and hailing from New Orleans, this is Jaymz Wakins!
"Sirius/Eye in the Sky" by the Alan Parsons Project begins to play,
but as Watkins appears, he is surrounded by trainers. Clearly in pain,
Watkins limps down to the ring as the trainers keep trying to stop him.
Jack: I can't believe Watkins would even think of coming out here
tonight, after what happened in the back.
Denrol: It's not every day you get a US Title shot. Watkins also
wants to show up the New God.
Watkins shoves one of the trainers out of his way, so the rest back
off. He slowly climbs the steps into the ring. Grant comes over to
help, but seeing Watkins' face, he decides to stay in his corner.
Trudeau: And the champion, weighing in at two hundred fourty-four
pounds, hailing from Frenso, this is the WWA United States Champion, RJ
Stone!
“Coming Undone” by Korn comes on over the PA. As the song kicks into
full gear, RJ Stone stalks out on to the entrance, United States title
slung over his shoulder. His masked four man security team makes their
way out after him, fanning out behind him. He glares out at the
audience, a cold, predatory look on his face.
Keep holding on
When my brain's ticking like a bomb
Guess the black thoughts
Have come again to get me
Sweet bitter words
Unlike nothing I have heard
Sing along, mockingbird
You don't affect me
That's right
Deliver it to my heart
Please strike
Be deliberate
He slowly makes his way down the aisle, his eyes full of grim
determination. He pays no attention to the fans slathering him in boos.
He slides under the bottom rope when he reaches the apron. The security
team surround the ring, one man for each side. Once in the ring, RJ
slowly moves over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs up onto it. He
stares a hole in the fans while he holds the US title up over his head
with both arms. He hops down after a few long moments and proceeds to
sit down in the corner and coldly stare off into nothingness. The
referee carefully moves over to him and RJ gives him the US title to
hand to the timekeeper.
Ding, Ding!
The three men stand starting each other down with Grant never taking
his eyes off Stone and with Stone never taking his eyes off Watkins.
Watkins however continues to hover near the ropes trying to get his leg
underneath him. He is wearing a distinct look of anger on his face as
he keeps scoping the masked men that Stone had brought to the ring and
then shoots a look up toward the entrance ramp.
Denrol: It appears that Watkins is worried about the men at
ringside.
Jack: I think I am worried about those men at ringside.
Watkins calls the referee over to and begins motioning toward the men
that Stone brought to the ring and then to his knee. Stone instantly
bolts over to the conversation yelling that they had nothing to do with
what had happened earlier.
Jack: Stone is not happy about what this appears to accuse him of.
The referee makes a quick decision after directing Stone away, much to
Grant’s amusement, and ejects the entourage that Stone brought with him
to ringside. Stone leans in his corner furious that he is treated in
this way and the referee calls Trudeau up to him and explains the
situation.
Trudeau: By request of the referee, Stone’s ringside guests are being
asked to leave due the recent actions that had taken place earlier
tonight. This however is not an implication that Stone or his guests
had anything to do with Mr. Watkins attack. This is just a
precautionary measure.
Grant loves it as he gets the crowd wound up and singing with him.
Grant & Crowd: Na, na, na, na! Na, na, na, na! Hey, hey, hey!
Goodbye!
Stone comes flying out of his corner toward the referee.
Stone: Are we done already! The last that I recalled you have already
started this match!
As Stone contends with the referee Grant takes full advantage of the
distraction and bolts out at him, however Stone is aware of it and
turns into the incoming Grant. Stone locks Grant in and DDT’s him hard
into the mat. Stone stands back up confidently only to be met with a
vicious short arm clothesline by Watkins.
Denrol: Note to self…there are three men on this ring.
Watkins goes down with Stone onto the mat as his knee gives out again.
Watkins begins to slide away in order to stand back up but Stone
catches him by the boot. Watkins looks back to find Stone smiling at
him and Watkins attempts to kick him off but there is really no power
behind due to his knee.
Jack: Normally that wouldn’t work.
Denrol: Well, today it appears it shall seeing that Watkins his no
power in that leg.
Stone gets up onto on knee and then yanks on Watkins leg to aggravate
the bad knee. Stone drops instantly and delivers an elbow to the
Watkins bad knee bringing the man up with a yell. Stone stands back and
prepares to deliver another elbow and Grant rushes in catching Stone
with a nasty spear. The crowd loved it as Grant stands back up and
salutes. He reaches down pulling Stone up off the mat and attempts to
send him across the ring with an Irish whip. Stone reverses the
maneuver and instead Grant is sent into the ropes and as he rebounds,
Stone runs in jumping into the air as if for a flying shoulder tackle,
but instead of tackling him, Stone knees Grant in the head.
Jack: Spear!
Denrol: Oh God! Not you too…you begin to chant that I will spear
you myself.
Stone stumbles as he sends Grant to the mat and happens to notice
skulking up from behind him is Watkins and Stone attempts to sell the
stumble further by grabbing a hold of the ropes, pretending to balance
himself.
Denrol: I see a possum in the ring and I don’t mean Intrepid
either.
As Grant begins to roll on the mat and this hurries Watkins approach
drawing a smile from Stone as he turns around about 270 degrees and
attempts to hit Watkins with the outer part of the foot. Watkins
however is now the one smiling as he catches Stone’s foot.
Jack: Turn about is fair play they say.
Grant notices that Stone is caught and sits up instantly delivering a
quick shot to Stone’s crotch bringing a sharp admonishment from the
referee. Stone drops to the mat in pain holding himself as he rolls out
of the ring. Grant stands up and watches Stone roll out, laughing at
him and calling for the crowd to do the same. As he turns to share, his
amusement with Watkins locks his arms around the waist of Grant and
then quickly tucks his head underneath Grant’s arm lifting him straight
up, Watkins falls back and drops Grant onto his back. Watkins continues
to hold onto Grant bridging the move for the pin and the referee slides
in for the count.
One…
Two…
Unable to hold the bridge because of the aggravated knee Watkins is
only able to hold it for a short two count. Watkins rolls out and
begins to get up as Grant is already on his feet. Grant, although still
winded from the suplex, tries to move in and capitalize on the
‘wounded’ Watkins.
Denrol: Grant may try and catch himself an opportunity here.
Grant delivers a knife-edged chop to Watkins chest and then another.
Grant attempts a third as Watkins grabs his arm yanking him, slapping a
mandible claw onto the rookie. Grant is clearly surprised and begins to
struggle and Watkins leans into him, sending him onto the mat. Watkins
presses his body onto Grant and with his other arm begins to press his
forearm onto the back of his head, shoving it down onto the claw hold
and the mat.
Jack: It can’t even begin to understand why someone thinks this works.
Denrol: It only does when you don’t wash your hands after a good
wipe.
Grant kicks and struggles, as the crowd is tense and rowdy with the
chaos in the ring. Stone begins to stir, pulls himself up onto the
apron, and notices the action the ring. The referee is on the mat as
well checking the hold and seeing if Grant wishes to submit. So Stone
begins to snake his way around the side of the ring drawing the ire of
the crowd, looking for an opportunity to strike.
Jack: Stone is back to stealing opportunities from others here.
Grant is starting to slow down as Watkins just lays on him with all of
his weight, pressing his forearm onto the back of his head insuring
that the rookie has no way of lifting off of the mandible claw. Watkins
suddenly has a ring presence moment and begins looking around as best
as he can for Stone. Stone notices this and drops low, ducking
underneath the apron.
Denrol: Now you see him…
Jack: …then you don’t.
The crowd is finally losing it as they can see that Grant is about to
fade to Watkins’ White Worm and Stone is literally a stone’s throw away
and about to possibly spoil the moment. The referee checks the hold
again and notices that Grant isn’t really that responsive, so he begins
the arm drop test.
One…
Two…
Jack: Here he can Ladies and Gentlemen…will he make it in time?
Stone slides into the ring right before the two count and makes a dead
run for Watkins. Watkins notices it only because the crowd is cueing
him into that fact. Watkins looks over just as Stone delivers a brutal
running head kick. The crowd groans as Watkins is nailed and he rolls
off Grant’s back. The referee is clearly confused as to what is
happening but has enough presence to pull Watkins hand out of Grant’s
mouth and then rolls Grant out of the way.
Denrol: Now I do believe Watkins is gong to feel THAT in the
morning.
Jack: I think I got a headache from it.
Watkins instinctively wobbles up to his feet, trying to keep his
balance and Stone strikes him again. This time he hoists Watkins up so
that he is laying stomach first across the Stone’s shoulders. Stone
takes a few steps out into the middle of the ring, then releases
Watkins’ legs, throwing him out behind him. Stone holds Watkins head
and pulls down as he delivers a nasty cutter. The two of them fall to
the mat with a crash and the crowd is beside themselves as Stone rolls
Watkins over and pins him, making sure to hook the bad leg. Stone even
makes sure to dig into the back of the bad knee while he hooks it and
the referee slides in for the count.
One…
Two…
Grant slowly stirs and fumbles in an attempt to break up the count but
doesn’t have the strength yet to do it.
Thre~
Watkins is able to get his shoulder up much to everyone’s surprise.
Stone sits up and pounds the mat once before jumping to his feet,
pulling Watkins up to his. The crowd is roaring for Watkins to find his
strength against Stone. You can also hear parts of the crowd beginning
to get behind Grant as well but no one is sure if he is even at home
upstairs as he stumbles and shakes his head trying to get his
bearings.
Jack: Stone almost had him there.
Denrol: Meh…the referee was counting to fast.
As Stone pulls Watkins up to his feet, looking his straight in the
face he shifts to the right of Watkins body. Stone tucks his head
underneath Watkins shoulder so that his arm is draped across Stone’s
shoulders. Stone quickly pulls Watkins other arm through his own legs,
grabs a hold of it, then reaches across the Watkins chest, and hooks
the head with their other arm, lifting Watkins up off the mat and falls
backwards, dropping him on his head with a crash.
Denrol: I now think it won’t matter if the referee counts slow or
fast…Watkins is out.
The crowd explodes after Stone slams Watkins onto the mat with the
exploder suplex. Stone sits up with a surprised look on his face at the
fact that the crowd was cheering him. He begins to look around and then
instantly notices that Grant had disappeared. Stone is finally to his
feet when he realizes that they are in fact cheering for Grant, who is
perched on the ring post behind Stone.
Jack: Grant is going high risk to seal himself a victory here!
Grant stands up straight, a little uneasily, when Stone turns to find
him and launches himself at Stone with a missile dropkick. Stone
attempts to brace and deflect the impact but is to late as the kick
catches him square in the chest, sending right back onto his rump and
the momentum continues to carry him the rest of the way across the mat
and onto the floor.
Stone skitters and sails out onto the floor mat below and disappears
from sight and the crowd is on their feet in the anticipation. Grant
pulls himself over to the motionless Watkins and lies across the man’s
body, hooking up both legs pulling back with all the strength he has
left. The referee slides in and checks it, then begins to count
instantly.
One…
Two…
Stone’s head pops up over the apron and is attempting to get back into
the ring and the camera angle catches his hirelings bursting out of the
entrance and running down the aisle.
Three!
Ding, Ding!
Trudeau: Here is your winner and NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION….JOHN
GRANT!
Stone stands up arrogantly as the referee attempts to raise Grants arm
in victory and walks over yanking the referee off Grant but before
Grant can defend himself, Stone’s associates slide into the ring
pulling out their batons and begin whipping the winner into the corner.
Stone strolls over to the corner where Hendrick had now arrived and
retrieves the belt and microphone that was taken from the timekeeper.
Stone: You though that you could test me!
The crowd is sickened at what just took place here and accost the men
as they now are holding Grant in the corner for Stone. Hendrick steps
into the ring and collects Watkins who is beginning to stir, hoisting
him up into the from a dead lift. With both hands around Watkins
throat, he choke slams him back onto the mat and then boots him out
onto the mat.
Stone: You thought you could accuse me of things that I had no part
in and you failed!
Stone glares at the referee with the second remark.
Stone: Now you STEAL the United States Title from me! At Retribution
I WAS to accomplish what no one has ever done in the WWA! I WAS to
become WWA’s Undisputed Champion and then you decided to STEAL IT from
me after I had done the work!
Stone kneels down and holds the belt in Grant’s face and then suddenly
hits him with it, letting it drop into his lap. Stone motions for the
men to let him go.
Stone: There is your belt! Enjoy it while it lasts!
‘Coming Undone’ begins to play as Stone drops the microphone with a
thud and all of the men leave the ring without much fanfare and make
their way to the back as the fans hurl everything but the kitchen sink
at them.
WWA Retribution
March 21, 2010
Main Event
WWA Championship
Ladder Match
Black (c) Vs Stone Vs Adams
WWA United States Championship Match
Grant (c) Vs Griffiths
Watkins Vs ???
I Was Wrong Match
Somers Vs Intrepid
Harley & Carnage Vs Kash & Akiro
Hardcore Match
Conway Vs Shaman Vs Motherboy
Show Produced by Joe
Stone Vs Grant Vs Watkins by Travis
Carnage Vs Akiro by Andy S
(c) World Wrestling Alliance 2010