WWA: July Rumble 2001
LIVE From the Fleet Center in Boston Massachusetts - July 15th 2001!
We open to see The WWA logo at the bottom as the camera focuses on a door, with a "Harrington"
card pasted to it. A man enters the screen from the right. He comes to the door with his back to the camera, so you
are unable to identify the man. He knocks on the door and you can hear inside the room and bang and a couple other
odd noises.
Harrington (from inside the room): Uh... Come in!!
The man standing in front of the door shakes his head and then enters the office. The camera
flashes to inside the office, still behind the man. But Harrington has a Golf club in his hand poised and ready like
a baseball bat. Harrington see the man and relaxes a little, he sets the Driver against the wall behind him and sits
back behind his desk.
Harrington: I am SO glad you came back! After Alex leaving, I had nobody to watch my back. Or... Watch
my front. Between Kraven, Moore and SSX, I have alot of enemies. And for one reason or another they want to kick
my ass!
The man chuckles a little, then nods. He speaks in a low almost unaudible voice.
Man: There was a time when I was in that same group, no?
Harrington: It's true... But you've seen your follies? You understand you mistakes?
The man shrugs.
Man: If you say so... I am here am I not?
Harrington seems convinced. He smiles slightly taking this as a vote of confidence.
Harrington: Ok then. You know the plan right? You ar-
Man: Listen... Ha- Mr Harrington. I do this for a living and I know how to attack without a trace. I
understand how the Evil Mind thinks. Let me handle it! You will not be touched.
Harrington smiles as the camera fades from his office.
Cut to outside
The helicopter is hovering high above the arena, here in Boston, Mass. A camera points at an
electronic sign it reads...
WWA: July Rumble 2001
LIVE From the Fleet Center in Boston Massachusetts - July 15th 2001!
We cut to the inside of the arena. The crowd leave their seats and let off a THUNDEROUS cheer.
They are firing party poppers, confetti and tossing TEA BAGS?! The red, white and blue pyro erupt from the
entranceway.... then, almost like a fuse, pyro starts going off from the entranceway, then all the way down the ramp
to the ring, where it finishes with a HUGE explosion of color! We cut to our commentary team. Jimmy Rose and Fat Tony
Valentino. The crowd is still cheering, and we are barely able to hear them, and they have to shout.
Jimmy: WOW! YOU GOTTA LOVE BOSTON!!!
Fat Tony: No you don't!!
Jimmy: The fans here have been waiting for this event for two extra weeks! And they are ready to roll!
Th-
Jimmy is interrupted by the smooth, soothing guitar work of "Stellar" by Incubus.
Fat Tony: What's this? Do any of our guys use this music?
Jimmy: I don't think so, Tony. Hopefully things will be cleared up soon.
And they are, because as soon as the first verse is over...
How do you do it, make me feel like I do
You are stellar
How do you do it, its better than I ever knew
... the curtain is quickly and almost violently parted by none other than Tracer Bullet... at least, I think that's
him. He's not wearing his detective-y things, but he is carrying them and a garbage can. What he appears to be
wearing are a pair of Corduroy slacks and a silk shirt. As he steps into the ring, he asks for a microphone from a
ring attendant. As soon as he gets it, he waits for the song to be over.
You are stellar
Tracer Bullet: Hello, folks. I suppose you're wondering just what the deal is with the new entrance, and
the trench coat in my hands. Let me just put it to you this way... much as the Conspiracy has been bitching about me
and the office holding them back, I've been held back, too. The scary thing is that I've been the one doing it. I had
begun to live my gimmick just a little too often, and it's severely cost me lately. How many matches have I won since
my return? Well, barring that four-way that I wasn't even IN, the answer is none. Zero. A headliner who can't win a
match, that's just really sad to me. And aside from my record, my very talent and vaunted wrestling skills have suffered
because of this... this MONSTROSITY.
Tracer throws the trench coat, shoulder holster, and a pair of khaki pants into the trash
can.
Tracer Bullet: While it's true that I once dabbled in the field of detective work, I haven't done it in a
long time. And even so, what respectable private eye these days wears that sh!t?
Fat Tony: Funny, I would have never pegged him as respectable.
Jimmy: Tony, shut up!
Tracer pulls a bottle of lighter fluid out of the front of his pants and a lighter out of his
pocket. He proceeds to douse the contents of the trash can with the combustible liquid, then he sets it ablaze.
TB: From this moment forth, "Tracer Bullet" is dead. I don't know why I ever saddled myself with that
name in the first place. Bill Watterson must be very upset with me.
Fat Tony: Who?
Jimmy: Creator of "Calvin and Hobbes," Tony.
Fat Tony: Oh, right! You ripoff artist!
TB: But this begs the question... what are WWA fans going to call me from now on? It's a simple question
with a simple answer... Trent LeBeaux. It's the name I was born with, and it's the name I'll die with. I've been denying
my heritage for far too long. So, ladies and gentlemen, from now on you're going to be seeing a new me... the REAL me.
And if you think I was good before, wait until you see what I can do without having to pay attention to some loser gimmick.
Trac... uh, Trent leaves the ring while a trio of ring attendants scramble to put out the fire in
the trash can. We once again hear Incubus playing as the man walks up the ramp. The fans in attendance are not sure what
to make of the gimmick change, but still cheer the former champ and PI. Granted the applause is much less from the shock
of the switch.
Jimmy: I think we've just found a candidate for shocking moment of the year thus far.
Fat Tony: New name aside, he still seems to be the same arrogant asshole he's always been.
Jimmy: Would you stop. Tracer- Er Trent... OH man... This sucks!
Fat Tony: yeah! Well... Enough about Trent LaBeaux! HAHA!
Jimmy: Would you quit! He is still the same 3 time world Champ! Nothing hasd changed except... Well... Let's
just remain focused and move forward. Shall we?
Fat Tony: We shall!!! (Tony points to something on the announcers table and JR nods.) And what a show
we have tonight!!! Not only do we have our annual Rumble... But we have not one, but two Cage matches here tonight!!
Jimmy: That's right and in addition to that we have both the World Title and the World Tag Titles on the
line here in Boston!!! Tonight Shawn Cage will defend his title against the Bourbon Street Brawl winner, Craven Moore!
Fat Tony: The big Texan is here and he wants the gold!!!
Jimmy: That's right... It should be a great show! And then the newly crowned World Champs, US Champ Jackson
Kraven and Jake Spade will defend against the very team they screwed for the Titles, The Veteranz!
Fat Tony: Look for the Veteranz to get another beating! This time though, more people are watching, so Kraven
will bring the hurt just that much more!
Jimmy: But first things first Tony.... We have a special interview via phone call from Kuz I Saidso. Terry
Valentine makes it back to PPV, with the interview... Terry?
The screen flashes back to Terry Valentine. He is standing by with a headset on waiting for his
cue. There it is and there he goes. Terry taps on the plunger a few times, to no avail. He then hangs up the phone. The screen flashes back to Jimmy and Tony sitting at ringside. They look at each other then back
to the camera. The camera immediately flashes to the rafters, there is nothing there... The camera pans back and
forth, still nothing... Then a spotlight turns on into the rafters. Eventually someone in seen. It is a man dressed in
all black, with a black half mask on, with a large white "V" on his chest!!! The Boston arena pop at this initially, at
his return. Then they turn into boos as they remember what he has done in the past to their heroes, Tracer Bullet and
TJ Donaldson. Villain stands almost unoving in the rafters starring out over the arena. Finally the spotlight
turns off and the camera's are back on the announcers. Gary Trudeau: Ladies and Gentlemen.... The World Wrestling Alliance welcomes you to the Fleet Center! (huge
crowd pop) The first match of the evening will be set for one fall, inside a steelcage, and is for the WWA TV
Championship!!!!
The Fleet Center lights dim, the familiar purple glow taking over the entire arena. The crowd is
electrified, screaming as they recognize the familiar opening chords of "The Joker" by The Steve Miller Band. The Joker
appears at the top of the ramp, emotionless. He lifts his hands straight into the air, and the crowd erupts. Accompanying
his usual ring attire is another homemade white t-shirt with black magic marker. Tonight The Joker's shirt reads, on the
front, "F*ck Kade, F*ck Rage..." and on the back "...and F*CK THE YANKEES!" When the Bostonians see the back of The Joker
on the jumbotron, their cheers are near deafening. The Joker makes his descent to the cage that surrounds the ring. Jimmy puts his hands in his face, disgustedly...
Gary Trudeau (reading a card) His opponent, from the meannest, darkest, toughest area of San Diego California,
here is the man whom singlehandedly restructured the WWA Rookie competition
Gary Trudeau: And invigorated a nation with his win of the TV Championship....here is the man......the myth.......the
legend
Gary Trudeau: .......Kade Williamssssssss!!!!!
An unexpected song fills the Fleet Center as “King Kill 33” by Marilyn Manson plays while a white light
appears on the Kadetron (It’s my introduction, I’ll call it what I want..hehe) as the arena blacks out totally. Suddently the
white light increases in size and power, till it almost fills up the whole arena....Pyro errupts as the “Star Station-X” logo
appears on the screen.... Druids have emerged from the back, and are taking the cage with Rage back to the back, all the while Rage
struggles to escape, to no avail....Kade is nowhere to be seen, as New Star appears laughing on the big screen....The Joker is in
a trance, as Kade emerges from under the ring, and smashes into the Jokers skull with a steel chair! The fight is on, as Kade
mounts Joker, and throws repeated punches into the Joker’s skull....Kade has black gloves on, and they have studds all over
them....The Joker is bleeding a little bit from the forehead... The Joker falls out of the ring, and Kade follows him out... Joker with a brutal dropkick into Kade’s
lower right thigh...A couple of stiff chops are followed by another drop kick to the leg...The Joker graps Kade up, and Irish
whips him into the cage.... Joker throws the salt into Kade’s eyes, blinding him....and then takes the fishing line, digging it deep
into the neck of Kade!! Kade is struggling to throw Joker off, and the wire is cutting him!! Kade Williams is bleeding like
crazy!! The ref stops to see if Williams wants to stop the match......He lifts Kade’s arm.....
1..... 2.........
The Joker holds the rope to Kade’s throat even though the ref admonishes him....This is no holds barred,
so it doesnt matter what the ref says....Joker back into his trunks...he has the salt.... Kade is hobbling rather obviously on his right leg now, and barely finds the strength to punch The Joker
in the temple with the knucks.....he is going down stairs....brass knucks to the BALLS!! These guys are letting it all hang out
tonight...we’re 7 minutes into this match, and both guys look like they have been threw a damn tornado! The Joker has stripped the knucks off of Kade, and just hit Kade with a double eye gouge, followed by a
vicious blow to the gut of Kade...followed up by a big right hand, with the knucks on it, to Kade’s weakened right knee... Vincible has tossed his Rookie Belt threw the door opening in the cage, and Kade has it....WHAM!!!!! He just
nailed Joker....He goes for the cover.....
...........1.........
..........2.........
(SLOW COUNT).........KICK OUT!!!
Kade goes up to the top rope.... Justin is seen sprinting up the ramp and out of the arena and Kade flips the fans off on the top
turnbuckle. Kade jumps......................and his leg gives out!!!!! He ends up short.....and both men are
down....the ref starts the count.....
1.................. The fans sees Kade, and rises to his feet....Kade asks what the hell hes doing, and the fan SLAPS Kade!!!
OH NO!!!! He just pissed Kade off!!! KAMAKADEKAZI!!!!!!!!!! This fan needs medical attention right now!!! Joker lifts the fan up, and looks over at Kade...Kade nods.....what is this.......TOTAL ELIMINATION!!!!!
A BRUTAL shot to Kade’s head! Lazer is destroying Kade Williams with the chair, as The Joker looks on....
and tells Lazer to stop!!! Lazer looks on in shock, and retreats from the ring, giving Joker a look that seems to say WTF?? 1...................
1............................ 2...........................
Joker is mad, and is climbing the turnbuckle....Kade is out, missile dropkick!!! The Joker goes for the
cover, and lifts Kade up.....back up top....... 1....................... Gary Trudeau: Your winner, and the NEW WWA TV CHAMPION, THE JOKERRRR!!!!!!
CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!
Vincible leaves, with the Rookie Belt......and he has stolen the TV TITLE!!!!! The arena errupts into
boos for Vincible and Becca as they leave with both titles. Medics come down to help Kade to the back, but he refuses help.....but stumples midway down the aisle,
and the medics strap him to a gurney....his status for the Rumble is questionable at best.....Meanwhile, the Joker is up, and
is HOT!!!!! He has reached under the ring, and has a slegehammer, and is beating the shit outta the cage......until Lazer and
DeAngelo come down, and rationalize with him....hes the champ. The WWA ring crew begins repairing the hole that Lazer made with the wire cutters. And still a few
more begin to wheels the cage that holds Rage back up the ramp. Rage is rather subdued in the cage.
The camera flashes to the loading dock. A black limo pulls up outside the Fleet Center. The driver hops out and opens up
the back door. A black booted foot hits the ground. The camera pulls back. It's Craven Moore. He's wearing a Houston Rockets t-shirt that garners a
round of boos from the crowd inside the arena. Craven grabs his bag and pushes past the driver and heads inside the
arena. The camera flashes back to the annoucers at to ringside. Gary Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the Tables, Ladders and Chairs, Hell in a Cell match!
Introducing first, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at a combined weight of 475 pounds, Glen and Johnny, the
NIIIIGHT SHIIIFT!
Glen and Johnny stroll out to a nice pop from the Boston fans. They look at the omnious cage and
reluctantly enter. Once inside, the brothers take a look at the four tables set up at each corner of the ring, and the
chairs and ladders that are on top of them. Gary Trudeau: And their competitors, weighing in at a combined weight of 597 pounds, Biloxi Bruiser, Mississippi
Mauler, the DELLLLLLLTA DESTROOOOOOYERS!!!!!
The Delta Destroyers waste no time in getting into the cage. They run in under the six foot space
that is left between the cage and the ground, once inside, the bell rings and the cage lowers all the way down to the
ground, making escape impossible! Mauler and Glen square off as Bruiser and Johnny start trading fists with each other. Mauler gets
a quick upper hand with a picture perfect belly to back suplex, with Glen down, Mauler heads over and helps out his
partner as they double team Johnny. They pummel the Nyte brother until he winds up in the corner, the Destroyers team up
and start laying the boots into him. As the Destroyers continue hammering on Johnny, Glen regains his composure and joins in the fight.
He grabs a hold of Bruiser and starts trading shots with him. Glen whips Bruiser into the ropes and catches him coming
back with a high back body drop. Glen kicks Bruiser to the mat and drops an elbow. Mauler is still manhandling Johnny,
but Johnny rakes the eyes and starts throwing back some fists. The crowd is already getting antsy as they start chanting "We Want Tables!" With the Nyte Shift
still in control, Glen rolls to the outside and grabs a chair. The other Nyte brother throws Mauler out of the ring. Glen
paces himself and lines up a shot for Mauler. Mauler slowly gets to his feet and turns around to met with a steel chair
right to the skull!! Indeed, Tony's warning is right, Brawler takes a whip off the ropes from Johnny and then dives
through the top and middle ropes, spearing Glen to the mats on the outside! Bruiser stands up and lets out a roar as he
grabs Glen by the hair and slams him into the cage. Johnny quickly comes to the outside and grabs a chair. He goes to
swing at Bruiser, but Mauler has regained his senses and grabs the chair from Johnny on his backswing. Johnny turns
around and gets nailed in the head with another shot, this time from the opposition. Bruiser now has Glen held back and waits for Mauler to line up another shot, which he does, he
plasters Glen upside the head and then whacks him again as he lies face down on the mat. With the Nyte Shift down, Mauler
and Bruiser glance at each other and head for the tables, much to the delight of the crowd. The Destroyers put a table in the ring and set it up in the middle. They then head back outside and
throw the Nyte Shift in the ring. In the squared circle the teams start brawling once again. Mauler takes out Glen
and tosses him across the table. With Bruiser giving a beatdown on Johnny, Mauler heads up top as the crowd noise starts
to rise. Mauler gets to the top rope and lines up Glen, Mauler takes off, Glen moves and Mauler eats table!! Mauler misses
a big splash from the top rope and crashes through the table. Glen now seems to be back in touch with things, as the previous chair shot rung his bell quite good.
Glen now takes the chance to add injury to insult as he starts putting the boots to Mauler. Since the missed splash, Johnny
and Bruiser have fell to the outside where Bruiser has Johnny hung up over his shoulder and is taking Johnny for head first
runs into the cage. Glen gets himself outside and as Bruiser tries taking another run into the cage, Glen delivers a chop
block and takes down Bruiser. Johnny breaks free and tries to shake it off as Glen grabs a ladder and stars whoopin Bruiser
with it! Back in the ring, Mauler rolls out of the rubble that once was a table. The ref kicks the ruins to the
outside as Mauler gets to a knee. With the Nyte Shift beating down on one half of the Destroyers on the other side of the ring,
Mauler wises up and goes to the other side of the ring, grabbing a ladder. The Nyte Shift now has Bruiser laid out on one of the
tables. Mauler comes running from the other side of the ring and uses the ladder as a battering ram to crunch Johnny right in
the back. Johnny falls to his knees in pain. With Johnny down, Mauler smacks Glen with the ladder as well. Glen takes the shot and bounces off the cage
meshing. He's a little tipsy, but still he stands. Bruiser gets himself off the table and spears Glen into the cage! The Delta
Destroyers then have a short meeting and start arranging a table and a ladder. In fact, 4 tables! Bruiser and Mauler set 2 tables
side by side and then stack 2 more on top of that! Bruiser grapples up Glen and starts throwing shots at him as Mauler starts
climbing the ladder. As he climbs, Johnny regains his composure and starts climbing up the other side! Mauler and Johnny are neck and neck as they climb up the ladder, trading shots along the way. The two men
get to the top where they can reach the top of the cell. Both men grab a steel bar, part of the structure and swing with their
other hands while hanging on for balance. Down below, Bruiser and Glen are brawling. Bruiser whips Glen right into the ladder
where Johnny and Mauler are brawling, knocking the ladder over and leaving Mauler and Johnny hanging by that steel bar!! Mauler and Johnny are now kicking at each other as they swing from side to side. Johnny loses a grip on
his right hand and hangs now by only one! Mauler looks down below and then looks at Johnny, the crowd rises to it's feet in
anticipation, the hair on everyone's neck starts to tingle... Mauler lets go and dives at Johnny, taking both men down for a 15
foot ride through 4 tables!!!! Needless to say, Johnny and Mauler are down and out for a while. Bruiser stands there in awe at the
wreckage of human bodies and wood. Glen takes the oppotunity to blast Bruiser with a chair shot to the head, knocking the big
man down. Glen then throws Bruiser in the ring and tries a pin. And Bruiser is able to kick out. Glen gets fired up and grabs a ladder and brings it into the ring. He
swings it around and misses a shot as Bruiser ducks. Bruiser then kicks Glen in the gut, causing him to drop the ladder. Brusier
takes his turn as he pummels the Nyte brother with the ladder. After a few shots he sets up the ladder in the corner and grabs
another table and brings it into the ring. Bruiser sets the table up in the middle of the ring and then takes to kicking down Glen. In the wreckage
beside the ring, Mauler and Johnny are moving around and surprisingly get to their feet. They trade shots as Brusier rolls into
the ring. Johnny soon follows and brings in yet another ladder, and sets it up on the other side of the ring. Bruiser, on the
other side of the ring, climbs one side of the ladder as Glen ascends the other. Glen and Bruiser reach the top and Bruiser grabs
the upper hand. Bruiser then grapples Glen down between his legs and hits a powerbomb from the top of the ladder through the table
in the ring!!! Bruiser slumps to the mat as Glen lays motionless in the rubble. On the other side of the ring, Johnny and Mauler
head up the ladder, on either side. Once at the top, they trade shots. Johnny gets the upper hand and decks Mauler countless
times upside the head. Bruiser comes to his senses a little bit and stands up, stumbling about. He stumbles and falls into the
ladder! Johnny goes flying to the outside and lands through the last table set up outside the ring! Mauler falls inside the ring
and drops a sloppy elbow on the fallen Glen as he tries to break his fall. Everyone is in a heap, but in all the mess, Bruiser
slumps over and drapes an arm across Glen... Backstage, we see Eddie van Dorn suiting up for the Rumble itself. He looks up to see a camera
in his face. The camera feed goes back to the announce table. The camera flashes to the ring where the ring crew is cleaning up the train wreck that happened in
and around the ring. The Cage is being raised from the ring. We cut to a panning shot of the crowd. As we take in the sold-out Fleet Center crowd, gary Trudeau
takes the mic. The crowd roar their approval. We see a heavy-set ginger guy wearing a black-and-purple Veteranz
hockey jersey carrying a sign that says "Kraven And Spud R Thievez!". The arena is bathed for a brief moment in purple light, and then three huge white pyros go off and
The Lone Raiders' new music plays. To the tune of the Manic Street Preachers' "You Love Us", out come Trapper, Johnny
Shrapnel and Mikey Ventura. All three are dressed in their new purple and black camo ring attire. They wave to the crowd
and get huge cheers. Mikey has a huge cup of Coke and a hot dog. Trapper has a mic, and speaks. The crowd roars. As the crowd quiets down again, Trapper continues. The crowd join in with the cry of "Viva La Revolution". Trapper smiles, drops the mic and heads to
the ring. Once there, Ventura stands by the neutral corner whilst his friends mount the turnbuckles and soak in the
cheers. The opening strains of Megadeth's "The World Needs A Hero" bring the crowd to their feet,
booing. A massive wall of pyro erupts from the front of the stage as the two huge champions appear. Both
men wear mirrored sunglasses, and their contemptuous sneers show us just what they think of the fans. The WWA tag-team
titles are draped over their shoulders, and they stalk to ringside. We see one fan with a sign that says
"Kraven+Spade=Corporate Sellouts". As the champs reach ringside, they haul themselves onto the ring apron. Kraven salutes the booing
crowd with one finger, and then both men Diesel into the ring. They tower over their opponents. In full view of the referee, both Conspiracy members clock a Veteran with a title belt. The ref
has no choice. The arena errupts in boos and contempt for the losers, but still World Champs... Kraven and Spade.
The camera flashes to the stage once again. The Union Underground's "Turn Me On Mr DeadMan" plays,
and out walks WWA Head Booker John Arthur! The WWA's head booker shakes his head disgustedly before speaking. The smarks in the audience give a ragged cheer. The crowd cheer again. "Turn Me On, Mr DeadMan" plays again, and Arthur retreats from view. Spade and Kraven turn back
to their opponents... To tumultuous applause, the Vetz seize the advantage given them by the restart. Both men pick up
their foes, and soon a pier-six brawl has erupted in the ring, with Trapper duking it out with Spade and Shrapnel fighting
Kraven. All four men punch away at each other. Trapper gets the best of Spade but Johnny struggles against
the huge Kraven. Trapper and Kraven beat their opponents into opposite corners. As Kraven sets up Shrapnel for a
superplex, Trapper prepares to Samoan Drop Spade off the top turnbuckle. To a great reaction, Kraven hits his move first
and Trapper ends up Samoan Dropping Spade on top of his own partner! Kraven goes for the cover on Shrapnel, and this is
the point where Kilgore decides "forget about legal men" and goes to make the count! As Kraven picks up Shrapnel, Trapper and Spade continue to brawl. Kraven goes for the Wall Street
Crash! For a second it looks as though Johnny has countered the move into a huricanrana, but somehow Kraven
pulls out a counter of his own, reversing the 'rana into a sitdown powerbomb pin. Just at the last moment, Shrapnel lifts his shoulders and locks a leg sleeper hold onto Kraven. The
crowd go wild, but boo as Spade finally manages to lay Trapper out with a big boot and rushes across to break it up. Johnny
looks pretty beaten, but the Conspiracy won't let up the assault. They pound away on the smaller man with stomps and kicks,
preventing him from getting anywhere near his partner. They set him up for a spike powerbomb. Somehow, Shrapnel manages to come up with another huricanrana, sending Spade into Kraven! As Shrapnel
rolls out of the way, Trapper steams in with a double clothesline and both Conspiracy members go down like felled
redwoods! Trapper, finally glad to be getting some action, is the proverbial "house on fire". As each Conspiracy
member gets back up to their feet he knocks them down with clotheslines. To the delight of the crowd, this happens again!
Signalling to the crowd, he then goes to work on Kraven, whipping him into the ropes as Johnny climbs the turnbuckle. The Veteranz indeed manage to hit The Nuke on the huge champ and Trapper covers him. The crowd's joy is extinguished as Spade drops an elbow on Trapper and breaks up the cover. However,
Shrapnel now boots Spade in the gut, and whips him into the ropes, dropping him with a vicious dropkick. He turns and nods
to Trapper, who has risen shakily to his feet. Seeing both tag-team champs lying on the floor, The Veteranz make the signal
again! Trapper whips Spade into the ropes... Trapper now covers Spade. The ref drops and counts. At the point where "three" should be called, Kraven somehow manages to drop an elbow on the ref,
breaking up the count! Shrapnel picks up the Tomorrow Man and whips into the corner, punching away at him. As this is going on, we get an impressive show of strength from Trapper, as he manages to military press
the massive Spade over the top rope and out of the ring! Spade lands at Mikey Ventura's feet. Mikey looks around, sees the
fallen ref and then stamps on his head. As he goes for a second stomp, Spade sweeps his legs away with a single leg takedown,
making Mikey spill his drink everywhere. Enraged, he gets into a brawl with Spade. In the ring, Trapper and Shrapnel are taking turns stomping Kraven in the corner. As the Tomorrow Man
sits stunned in the corner, the Veteranz nod knowingly at each other. Trapper somehow lifts The Tomorrow Man up onto his
shoulders, and they go for a Doomsday Device! The weight of Kraven on his shoulders is too much, and Trapper crumbles forwards. Kraven, wily ring
general that he is, rolls up Trapper as Johnny's flying clothesline goes awfully wrong. The ref drops and counts. Trapper kicks out at two and three-quarters. The smaller man is quicker to his feet, however, and
clotheslines the rising Kraven over the top rope and out the ring! As Trapper checks on his fallen partner, we cut to where we see Mikey Ventura is still brawling with
Spade. A final punch manages to gain him the upper hand, before he puts his now-empty cup on Spade's head. Ventura does a funky little dance, before slamming a fist down on the cup. Spade hits the floor, and
Ventura climbs up onto the apron. To great crowd approval, the big man hits the Um Jammer Lammy onto Spade, before walking
away. To our amazement, Ventura walks up to a vendor in the crowd and purchases a hot dog! Cutting back to
the other competitors, we see that the two teams have yet to regroup. Kraven and Trapper are on the opposite side of the
ringside area, brawling again. As we watch, Spade regroups and heads back into the ring. Shrapnel is holding his shoulder
and obviously in a great degree of pain, but he still rushes his huge opponent. His momentum makes it easy for Spade to hit
the big powerslam. Spade goes for the cover, and the now-recovered Rick Kilgore makes the count. It's so close it's unbelievable, but Shrapnel kicks out! Spade jaws at the ref, disbelieving, before
turning his attention once more to his foe. He locks on the double chokehold to his foe and goes for the Brew City Bomb, but
Johnny manages to counter it by kicking Spade square in the nuts. As Spade lets Shrapnel drop, the Veteran scoots between the bigger man's legs. Spade makes a grab for
him, but he instead stumbles into the ref, knocking him out for a second time! Who should now appear but Boulder! The wildman from Alaska hurtles down the ramp at full-pelt, sliding
into the ring and hitting Shrapnel full-force with a Deathkiller! Sliding out of the ring, Boulder now hits Trapper with that
same deadly head-first spear! Spade, clutching his injured groin, still manages to wave mockingly to the crowd before lazily covering
Trapper. The ref is still down though. Spade curses and has to waste valuable time waking him up. With that done, Spade goes
for another cover. Mikey Ventura saunters back from his hot-dog-buying exploits as if nothing has happened and his team
are still in control. He sits in an empty ringside seat and begins to eat the hot dog. Sensing fresh prey, Boulder races round
the ring and knocks him out of his seat with a Deathkiller! To the amusement of the fans, as Mikey rolls out of the way we see that the madman from the mountains
has wedged his head firmly in the back of the steel chair! To peals of laughter from both crowd and announcers, Mikey makes a
run for it as Boulder chases after him, the chair still firmly lodged around his neck. Back to the actual competitors, and we find that Trapper is still fighting Kraven on the outside.
Kicking the Tomorrow Man in the gut, he goes for a vertical suplex. With an astonishing display of strength, Trapper holds
the three-hundred-pound Kraven up in the air long enough for Johnny to run across the ring, run up the turnbuckle and leap
off it to the outside, hitting Kraven on the outside with a stunning missile dropkick! Trapper now applies the Man-Trap to Kraven on the outside. However, because they are outside the ring
they cannot be counted out or made to break the hold. Kraven's face contorts in pain, but he refuses to tap out! In the ring, Spade still has the upper hand, and again goes for the Brew City Bomb. Jimmy has spoken too soon. Being so close to the turnbuckles, Shrapnel is somehow able to run backwards
up them Bruce-Lee-style, before flipping over Spade's head and smashing him to the mat with a devastating Stone Cold
Stunner! Johnny now signals to the crowd, who roar in anticipation. The Veteran climbs the turnbuckles... The ref slides in and makes the count. the crowd chant along with him. Gary Trudeau: The winners, and NEW WWA tag-team champions... The Veteranz!
Trapper lets go of Kraven, a big grin on his face. Shrapnel turns to his partner, also
grinning ear to ear. Crowd: GET THE TABLES!!!
Johnny shakes his head, laughing as the crowd complete the catchphrase for them. As he slides out
of the ring, Trapper picks Kraven up and marches him limping up the ramp to the staging area! As Trapper reaches the top, he signals to a stack of tables. The crowd roar: they've seen this
happen before! Trapper hits a DVD on the Tomorrow Man off the staging area, sending both men through the tables!
Wood shatters everywhere, and "You Love Us" plays again as Shrapnel comes and drags his partner out of the wreckage. Rick
Kilgore hands the Vetz the belts, and they stagger backstage, hands raised in victory. The WWATron bursts to life showing Mikey Ventura, who is still being chased by Boulder. Boulder
still has that damn chair stuck on his head as the crowd roars their approval! Mickey Ventura eventually escapes the
madman from the mountains of Alaska. The arena errupts in cheers as Mickey Ventura is seen on the WWATron. He is posing as a Popcorn
Vender. A vender that is eating most of the product. Fans are offering to buy popcorn from him, but he seems to be
tossing bags to the lucky people around him. The screen flashes again to somewhere backstage. This time it finds Craven Moore and Vik Ventressa
playing cards and talking. Vik gets up and opens the door... We return to our commentary team, just before we can catch a look at him. The lights die as smoke fills the entranceway.... the heavy bassy guitar riffs start to play....
a mini laser show plays through the smoke, as a deep, thudding can be heard.... almost like a heartbeat.... BEEEEEEEEEP The heartbeat flatlines as "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park blasts over the public address system....
The chorus RIPS out, as Ventressa appears through the Smoke.
JUST LIKE BEFORE......
Pyro erupts as the song goes
***BOOM***
EVERYTHING YOU SAY AND DO! Ventressa walks down the ramp, looking pumped. The look in his eyes is ntense as his wet hair flings
back his head, his eyes, look a deep, deep green as the camera zooms in..... The crowd says it with him, but in a weak ass effort. The crowd boo even more... at the blashphemy of the idol of all thos Jerichoholics, Y2J. he climbs
into the ring. Gary shrugs and allows Vik to continue. Vik looks around. The WWATron burts to life and than tunes to the backstage. Denrol is walking down a hallway with a
steel chair. He is dressed in a Boston Bruins jersey and blank jeans which gets a nice cheap pop. A door opens and on reflex
Denrol turns and swings his chair, connecting with the guy's head. As the fans cheer, Denrol swings the chair again and basically beats the crap out of the fallen Craven
Moore. And again with the chair. The screen flashes back to the arena. Vik is pissed as all hell and is shown running up
the ramp. He disappears from view. As if on cue, the camera flashes to backstage and we see Vik running through the halls. Finally he
bursts into his and Moore's locker room. It's empty except for Denrol, who's sitting on his steel chair, relexing. The crowd pops
huge from the anticipation. There is a loud slam. Vik turns around and sees the locker room door is shut and there is a click as it's
locked from the outside. He turns back to Denrol. With that the fans go wild as Denrol hops off the chair and swings wildly! Vik ducks under the blow with
a spear! THROUGH THE WALL OF THE LOCKER ROOM!!! The camera looks through the man-sized hole at Denrol and Vik covered in white from teh sheetrock. Vik
is trying to get up, but Denrol is still down. The camera flashes to the other side of the wall. Mark Harrington is sitting behind
his desk with a look of horror on his face! The huge Texan enters the screen and pulls Denrol up from the pin attempt with a handful of hair. With one
motion Moore hits a clothesline, even Bradshaw would be envious of! Denrol almost does a 360 in the air and lands THROUGH a small
wooden desk! Vik rolls off shaking his head trying to clear it from the Reverse DDT. Craven Moore moves in closer to
the fallen Denrol. JUST AS A FLASH FLIES ACROSS THE SCREEN! Moore slumps down as Shawn Cage stands there firing rights and lefts
into the back of Moore. Harrington is shaking his head barking for security to get in there, as Cage keeps up with the blows on
Craven Moore. Vik Ventressa sees Craven and fires a diving clothesline into Shawn Cage, saving him from his plight as the larger
man goes back, Craven now freed, and Cage now down. Denrol rises holding his back and seeing Ventressa down fires a stiff field goal
kick to a sitting Vik Ventressa's spine! Security spills in... Moore swears at Cage who replies with a bird as the guards struggle to keep them back. All ten of them barely
form enough of a wall to keep them from lunging at each other. Denrol has picked up a tree planter as Moore tries to lunge over the
guards only to be blocked... The guards escort the main event wrestlers away as Denrol drops the plant, and Ventressa struggles to
rise... Denrol uses that slight distraction for a low elbow and irish whips Vik Ventressa at the opened door. Except Ventressa hits the edge, and staggers our holding his back. Denrol rushes from behind and clotheslines Vik Ventressa from behind and they stagger into the hallway backstage! The crowd cringes as Denrol, using Ventressa's hair at the side of the head repetitively rams the back of Vik Ventressa's head into the wall, creating a respectable hole in it. Denrol applies a front face lock to prepare a ddt...However... The camera pans to show the candy tray and buffet tables used by the wrestlers to get some energy. It goes back to Ventressa guiding a stunned Denrol by the back of his head, peppering Denrol's abdominals with a few punches... Ventressa goes for an irish whip to the table but Denrol hits a european reversal and pulls Vik Ventressa into a short arm clothesline! Ventressa slides all the way but then the table turns sideways... Denrol then takes a ham sandwich and chews on it for a moment Denrol's snap suplex causes Ventressa to grimace, and allows for Denrol to shake some cobwebs out, but as he comes over to collect Ventressa, VETRESSA sweeps him, and rather than making him fall Denrol stumbles back, able to use the table to barely keep his balance... The crowd pops loudly as the action finally spills down the ramp, Denrol punching at Ventressa who staggers a few feet farther to ringside as Denrol lays into him. By the bottom of the ramp, Vik Ventressa blocks a punch and face rakes Denrol who walks away stumbling while blinded.... Ventressa smiles... Ventressa goes for a swing, but Denrol ducks and the chair blasts the ringpost! Ventressa drops the chair, and turns around into a kick and double arm ddt from the former WWA WORLD CHAMPION! Denrol picks up the chair and looks to the crowd, which roar approval. However as he enters the ring through the middle and top rope, Ventressa kicks the middle rope up into Denrol's crotch! A fatigued Ventressa grabs a stunned and now chairless Denrol in a front face lock and with a brutal snap hits a ddt, then roles it over, locks both arms, hits a double arm ddt, then rolls that over and hits a flying swinging ddt all in a row. The crowd boo's as he sits up and raises his hands as if to gloat about how easy it was. Ventressa hooks a leg. SIGH The referre checks Denrol, but Denrol refuses to give up... Ventressa thinks quickly and spins off Denrol's shoulders planting him with a hurricarana on the head! Ventressa comes from the side for the swinging neck breaker but Denrol takes a step quicker and turns the move through, facing Ventressa face down then rolls it through again, with a front face lock of his own. Denrol hops up for a ddt, but Ventressa muscles him up, causing Denrol to land tippy toed. Vik Ventressa then snaps into a stunning over head belly to belly suplex driving Denrol on his neck! Grumbling Ventressa smiles, ready to lower the boom with the chair on Denrol. Denrol in desperation goes Ventressa's route, low blow! Denrol makes a cover, and Vik Ventressa kicks out.... Ventressa rolls in, and puts the boots to Denrol. Then with an idea he slams Denrol in the middle of the ring, and lays the slightly dented folding chair on Denrol's face and upper torso...He runs to the ropes... Vik applies the surfboard, and places his foot high at the base of Denrol's neck...Denrol struggles to not submit... Denrol reverses the surfboard, but before he can lock it, Vik Ventressa goes into a front roll and hooks a leg scissors to Denrol's leg, dropping Denrol forward as Ventressa comes up with an anklelock submission hold! Denrol reverse, and Ventressa hits the barricades, but as Denrol charges in for the clothesline, Ventressa scores a back body drop, and Denrol flips over the barricade into the crowd! Ventressa holds the beer.. Vik Ventressa guzzles the beer from the cup then spits it into Denrol's face while he's down! Done with that, he smashes the remainder and the cup into an irritated and rising Denrol! Ventressa punches Denrol several times, and then proceeds to drag Denrol up the stairs... the camera changes view to several dozen fans milling about screaming wildly for the action that happened upon them. Ventressa goes to whip Denrol towards the merchandise stand, only for Denrol to reverse it, sending concessions everywhere! The ref counts, but as the crowd groans, he seems apologetic, he could only get a two and a half as Denrol kicks out, and the match goes on... Denrol stumbles around as Vik Ventressa takes a folding chair from the display, and with a smile... Ventressa tosses the chair away shaking his arms out from the stiff rubber maid breaking shots. Denrol falls over, the can pushed off as he incoherently crawls, a small cut on his head, corresponding to the break in the can and a piece of missing plastic.... Denrol tosses Vik over the ticket gate and turnstyle. An elderly ticket agent seems unimpressed....Ventressa tries to get back in. Ticket agent: Ticket please.
Ventressa starts to look down his tights for the ticket...The crowd laughs... Denrol then sees the pay phones and whips Ventressa into the wall nearby. He stops his assault to scrounge for some change.... Denrol looks over as Ventressa uses the receiver for a big smash to Denrol's head!!!! Ventressa takes a heavilly juicing Denrol and seeing the line to the men's restroom groans, but the fans clear even as some are hopping from foot to foot. From inside as the camera rounds the corner a loud wet smelly noise can be heard as Ventressa drives Denrol in there as fans groan, laugh and eeeewwww in response to the likewise reflex of the line at whoever did that. A heavy man about four hundred pounds wearing a SURVIVAL TOBITA t-shirt, steps out, and shrugging. The line looks at him with disdain as Ventressa guides Denrol to the sinks and mirrors.... In quick thinking Denrol turns the hot water on full blast and it splashes onto Vik Ventressa's chest and such!!!! The two go into the stall, and aside from some shuffling footwork, nothing is seen, but a few smacks into the side of the stall seem to be heard. Suddenlly there's a yell and a flush....Then a second flush, water begins backing up onto the rest room floor as the marks hoot and holler.... Out of the stall trying not to heave, and with a swirly, Vik Ventressa stumbles out, his hand over his mouth, and toilet paper hanging off his head like an olympians' laurels. Denrol comes out, smiling slapping the water off his hands even as blood trails down his face.... Denrol stalks his now panicked for, who is coughing up water... Denrol rushes Ventressa who in desperation hits a drop toe hold, and Denrol falls face first into the base of the urinal! Ventressa's hate seems to grow, and ceasing with the urinal cake/sleeper combination, he takes Denrol out of the restroom, and guides his foe to another series of locker rooms!!! Ventressa opens the double doors to this area by slamming Denrol head first into them, and then as the doors swing shut, again locks on a sleeper hold, hoping to compound the effect of the earlier one! The ref checks the arm, but it drops once, twice....Three, nope! Vik Ventressa leans slumped against the steel, and Denrol hits a school boy rollup.... The camera shows the SS-X logo on the locker room door as Denrol ponders it. The moment of hesitation lets Ventressa land an elbow, and then he opens the door and throws Denrol IN!!! There's a calamity, as one female voice shrieks in shock, sounding like that of Invection? The view goes
inwards...Sabbat is standing topless but her red hair makes the view safe for kids as it flows over her breasts. Invection however
is nude and curled up, as Buckly Millhouse is looking over, his digital camera on a tripod toppled, and his laptop plugged into
about to be disconnected.... Ventressa snags Buckley's lap top off the desk and ripping it's cords out, prepares to hit Denrol with it.... As the fans look on, Denrol grabs the camera tripod and folds it, then after doing a classic HOLLYWOOD BLONDES rolling of the film, hence the joke, it being a digital camera, waffled the tripod, camera end downwards to shut the laptop around Ventressa's head!!!!! Denrol grabs a handful of Ventressa's hair and guides him towards the stairwell. Above the door a sign reads
"Roof". Ventressa battling back as well, his blows to Denrol's ribs saving himm from perhaps being tossed into that stairwell!
Ventressa slams Denrol's head against the stairwell door. Denrol's face now leaves a blood imprint on the
stairwell door! Ventressa makes a quick move grabbing a security guards night stick. The secutory guards protests, but quickly
thinks better of it as Ventressa feints violence. Ventressa tired of this game lunges in and the stair well door shuts, but is opened by the cameraman to reveal Denrol running up the steps, and Ventressa hot on his heel. The camera man tries his best to follow, pausing for a few moments at a time, he's not a athlete afterall... The camera shows the door already swinging back as Ventressa and Denrol stand squaring off on the roof, Vik Ventressa armed with the police night stick. Ventressa raises the billy club up and expecting Denrol to go low, brings it down towards himself as opposed to where Denrol's head would've been. The blow catches Denrol in the back of the head, although Denrol's weight barrels into Vik Ventressa both men tumbling and stopping near a wall. Ventressa still holding the night stick, jams it's end into Denrol's throat who rolls away coughing.... Vik Ventressa tries to hit his move, but Denrol's block then counter stop him. Suddenlly Ventressa is up in
a vertical suplex, if he bumps he'll go over the edge of the building!!! Vik Ventressa kicks his feet quickly and Denrol bridges backwards, Ventressa picks him up into a tombstone
then spins Denrol onto his feet going for the VENTRISSICATOR again... Suddenlly Kelly Orbital appears from nowhere, and having left her hiding place besides the door on the roof,
scores a low blow on Vik Ventressa!!! Denrol gets up and also picks Vik up. He motions for the edge and than grab's Vik by the hair. Denrol waits
a moment and really sells what he's about to do. The fans are at their peak as Denrol flings him over. His screams can barely be
heard over the fans's pop. Denrol walks to the side and looks over, he's disappointed to see hanging from the U.S. flag on the side of
the building, oddly close enough to the roof. The flag's cord is tied off, and smiling Denrol begins to untie it, not wanting to
dissapoint the fans.... Kelly Orbital is heard screaming a look out! but too late as she goes down. Denrol turns around in time to
take a clothesline from.... THWUKT!!!!
Denrol drops to his knees, his eyes rolling up in his head as he's knocked out and drops to his face. Rage reaches over the edge and offers the L end of the sitck giving Ventressa a way to climb back up... Ventressa walks to the WWA camera as Kelly Orbital lays stunned in the background while himself and Rage stomp away at Denrol Ventressa pulls a pair of brass knucks from his tights.... Vik Ventressa drops a series of fist drops to Denrol's temple, stiffly drving the gimmick into Denrol's skull. Denrol kicks and convulses as at this point there's little he can do but cover up. Rage gets a few running kicks on Denrol's ribs in. Ventressa then with a brutal brass knuckle shot to the wound on Denrol's forhead. BLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAPBLAP!!!!!!!!! The paramedics gather up both Denrol and Kelly Orbital, but as Vik Ventressa and Rage leave, the view goes
back to the commentating team.... Both Tony and JR are silent for a few seconds. Finally Jimmy breaks the silence. Cut to backstage. It's one of those split screen shots, that are so very kewl! On the left is Craven Moore
and a couple WWA Security escorts. On the right is Jackson Kraven.. The scene changes to a single shot as Jackson and Craven both stop walking. The two giants are standing
inches apart, staring knifes at one another. Moore cracks his knuckles. Kraven braces for a fight. The arena tingles with
anticipation. Off camera a door can be heard opening. Moore and Kraven both turn to look in that direction. The camera
follows suit. An obviously startled Eddie Van Dorn stares in horror at his worst nightmare. The two giants lunge at Van Dorn as
one. The camera cuts back to the attack. Moore and Kraven each hold Van Dorn against the wall by an arm. They
take turns driving knees into his mid-section. Van Dorn slumps under the attack. Moore lets go of Van Dorn and nods to Kraven.
Kraven grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Kraven slams Van Dorn to the ground with his finisher. He steps away from the motionless body and nods to
Moore. Moore stands over the back of Van Dorn and smiles. Moore cinches in his finisher and cranks back on Van Dorn's neck until he hears a satisfying POP! He
releases the hold and pulls Van Dorn up by his pants. Kraven grabs Van Dorn by the hair and the two men toss him back into his
locker room in a heap. Moore and Kraven stare at each other for several long seconds and then turn and walk away. The screen immediately flashes to the backstage area. Apparently, New Star and Villain are still fighting
from the Rumble. New Star gets tosses against the wall and Villain nails him with an elbow and another! Villain tosses New Star
through the nearest table full of water for the WWA Wrestlers. New Star is being beaten from pillar to post here! Villain begins firing rapid punches to the face of New
Star, who is now bleeding from his forehead. Finally Villain drops New Star to the concrete. The camera pans to New Star's crimson
face. He is smiling. And he actually begins to laugh. The humor gets worse as from behind Kade Williams nails Villain with a steel chair. Villain falls to his
knees, as New Star gets right into his face and begins yelling profanities. Millhouse comes out and him and Willaim hold Villain
up and Stryker fires a straight kick under the chin. The booes can be heard from the arena as the carnage fills the WWATron. New Star winds up for the blow that
will most assuredly cause permanant damage. From behind the Shinai is torn away from The Future. The camera moves to the right. It
is Harrington! The arena errupts in cheers as their fearless president saves the day... Or has he? Harrington tosses the shinai away and fires and brutal savatte kick to the face of New Star, and he goes down.
Williams swings a wild clothesline, Harrington ducks through and then drops him with a modified Rude Awakening. But as Harrington
gets up, Millhouse breaks his laptop remains across the face of Harrington. New Star mounts Harrington's chest and begins to rain
down punches on the President's face. New Star is torn from Harrington, smiling as WWA Security swarms the scene. Villain is up and staggering to his
feet now reaching and grabbing for New Star, then for Kade Williams, whomever is close enough. Harrington lays lifelessly on the floor
as medics rush in to tend to the Owner and President of the WWA. We cut to a panning shot of the Fleet Center. The fans are going nuts, and you know what that
means... The crowd roar in anticipation, but are swfitly silenced as the arena lights black out, and the blistering
opening chords of "Voodoo Chile" by Stevie Ray Vaughn begin to play on the PA. A series of blue spotlights flash on the entrance
ramp in time with the music. The WWATron comes to life. It is filled with a gigantic Texas flag. The word CRAVEN is displayed in red over
the white stripe. The word MOORE is displayed in white over the red stripe. The star spins off of the flag and fills the screen
with white. Then in rapid succession the following is displayed in red and blue. White floodlights blaze to life at the rear of the entrance. Craven steps into the lights casting a shadow
all the way down the aisle. Craven pushes his hair out of his eyes and walks toward the ring. He ignores the fans all the way to
the ring. Well, almost all the way. One brave kid waves a sign at him that says "Shawn Cage is MY Champion" at the big Texan. Craven
responds by grabbing the sign and tearing it into pieces. The kid looks as though he's about to burst into tears. When he reaches
the ring Craven takes one step to the ring apron, grabs the top rope and steps over. He steps to the middle of the ring and waits
for Cage. He doesn't have to wait for long. The lights black out. The WWATron is the only thing in the arena giving off any light, as it dimly flashes the word "Cage" in
dark gray letters. The sound of what seems to be a heart beating is heard, followed by the whispering sounds of... As the singer of Drowning Pool screams out the word "floor" as the song "Bodies" kicks off, Shawn Cage
emerges from behind the curtain with the WWA title proudly worn around his waist. He thrusts his fists into the air as the crowd
pops largely for the champion. Not only does he carry the title with him, but he also has a microphone. Cage poises himself to
speak as the song slowly fades. The crowd pop. Cage waits for them to calm down before continuing. John Arthur enters the arena to a small pop from the fans. Most are respecting the job he is doing, while
others are not. Arthur takes the mic from Cage. The crowd give a huge pop. The pop for this announcement is even louder. Arthur retires to the back as Cage tears off the belt and storms to the ring. Moore meets him midway on the
ramp as the two start trading punches. They are indeed. Cage gets the upper hand of the slugfest and drops Moore onto the steel ramp with a
short-arm clothesline. The gargantuan from Houston Texas swiftly rises to his feet, however. The two men lock up, and after a brief struggle Moore sends Cage into the crowd barriers. The crowd wince as their champion slams back-first into the unforgiving steel. Moore grabs a handful of Cage's hair and opens up on him with closed fists. After about three punches, Moore lets go and tries for a second Irish Whip. Cage is too smart, however, and counters it with a second short-arm clothesline! Moore goes down, and Cage stomps on him a little. However, after four stomps, Moore takes the champ's legs from under him with a single-leg takedown! Moore gets the advantage in the scuffle and bangs Cage's head repeatedly against the steel ramp. The fans boo vigorously. As Moore picks up the champ, the assault seems to have had an effect: the champ appears a little worse for wear! Moore picks up the champ and now bangs his head into the crowd barrier. Once, twice, three times... the fans boo every blow, but Craven takes no notice. Moore lets up his assault long enough to march Cage down the ramp to ringside. Once there, the two behemoths continue their struggle. Moore locks up with Cage, before lifting him off his feet! Moore pauses to flip off the booing fans before renewing his attack. Picking up the fallen champ, Moore goes for the Irish Whip. Tony isn't exaggerating: we get a split-screen replay of the the stairs getting demolished by the impact as Moore finally rolls cage into the ring. When we come back, Moore has Cage in a rear chinlock, and is grinding away at the chimp. Moore yells at the ref to get Cage to quit. Cage puts up an admirable fight against the hold. As if to emphasise this, Moore switches the chinlock to a sleeperhold. Cage still will not quit, however. It's true. Moore's eyes bulge manically as he screams at the ref to make Cage quit. Moore finally tires of the sleeperhold and lets go, stomping the champ's chest viciously. Moore picks up the champ and goes for the Irish WHip. However, on the return, Cage ducks his challenger's clothesline attempt and swings around, hitting a crucifix! The ref drops and counts. Moore kicks out easily, but he looks a little shaken to have been pinned. Cage is first up, and as Moore rises, he locks up with the big Texan, getting a side-headlock locked in. Moore is able to use his size to an advantage, pushing Cage off into the ropes. However, the force he uses means he is still unsteady on the champion's return and is hit by a beautiful flying clothesline! The ring shakes as both men hit the floor. Cage gets up first and meets Moore with a collar-and-elbow tieup as he rises. The champ effortlessly switches the move to a hammerlock, twisting viciously on Moore's elbow. The big Texan snarls in pain but does not get even close to quitting, instead yanking on a big handful of Cage's hair and forcing the break. As Cage staggers away, we see Moore drop a handful of the champion's hair to the floor, an evil grin on his face. As the champ tries to recover his bearings, he is hit with an awesome Lariat! Moore goes for the cover. The champ kicks out at two. Moore doesn't look surprised, however, and instead of arguing the count cinches in another rear chinlock. Cage looks as though this one hurts a little more than the last, but still he refuses to give up. Craven looks a little frustrated, to say the least. Cage somehow fights the excruiating pain of the hold long enough to get to the ropes. The ref yells at Craven to let go. Craven keeps up the momentum, picking Cage up and positioning him for a powerbomb. Rather than slam his foe onto the mat as with a normal powerbomb, Craven slams the back of Cage's head into the corner buckle. Moore now goes for the cover. The ref drops and counts. Cage kicks out at two. Moore angrily lets the ref know he thinks it was a fast count. Craven picks Cage up and goes for a second powerbomb, but the first one took more out of him than he had expected. Cage reverses the move into a backdrop, and Moore crashes to the mat! Cage quickly straddles him and unloads with lefts and rights, gaining quite a cheer from the crowd. Cage keeps the momentum going, dropping an elbow across Moore's throat before going for a cover. The ref counts. Moore kicks out. Cage looks as though he feels a little hard done by, but accepts the ref's decision. Picking up the challenger, Cage hits a DDT! Now the champ picks up his huge challenger again, and goes for the Irish Whip into the ropes. Moore reverses the move, but on the comeback Cage locks elbows with him, swings around and hits a beautiful wraparound DDT! The crowd roar. Cage goes for another cover. Moore kicks out with such force as to send Cage flying off him! Cage is up in the ref's face. He obviously believes that the count was slow. The ref will brook no discussion, however, and Cage turns back to his foe. Cage manages to lift Moore up, but halfway through the effort of lifting three-hundred and ninety pounds proves to be too much for the champ, and he topples backwards, with Moore on top of him! Moore goes for the cover. Cage kicks out, but the damage is done, the momentum lost. Moore is up before him, and as the champ tries to rise, Moore clobbers him with a headbutt to face. Cage goes down, blood splattered over his face. Moore flips the hair out of his face and gives the crowd an evil grin, soaking up their boos, before picking the champ up off the mat once more. Moore now hoist the bloodied Cage up onto his shoulders and locks in the Human Torture Rack position. After a few seconds in the rack, Craven drops to his knees with a classic backbreaker rack. Then, in an incredible display of strength, Craven stands back up, lifting the three-hundred pound champion as he goes before releasing Cage' feet and delivering a big spinning neckbreaker. Craven goes for the cover. The ref drops to count. The crowd, sensing a major upset in the works, count along with him. The crowd roar as Cage somehow lifts a shoulder. Moore cannot believe it, and gets in the ref's face, screaming and yelling at him. The ref is brave enough not back down. We see a replay of the close call. Cage gets his shoulder up inches before the ref's hand hits the mat for a third time. Moore shoves the ref in the chest so hard he goes down on his ass. As the ref regains his footing, Moore flips him off! The crowd boo as Moore turns his attention back to Cage. He pauses to flip them off, too! Craven picks up Cage, and we see that the champion's nose is quite clearly broken from that vicious headbutt earlier. Blood streams down his front as Moore hits a "Rude Awakening" neckbreaker. Instead of releasing the hold and going for the cover after the neckbreaker, Craven stands and hits Cage with a second one! Now Moore goes for the cover. The ref drops and counts. Somehow, Cage has the presence to get a foot on the ropes just as it looks like curtains for his championship reign. Moore is appalled by this, and again gets in the ref's face, giving Cage time to roll out of the ring for a breather. Moore does indeed "go in for the kill", but on the referee instead of cage, laying the poor man out with a huge haymaker! The crowd boo as Moore stomps on the ref. In a split-screen, we see Cage is somewhat recovered and has a chair dangling from one hand! As Moore comes out of the ring, he cannot see the concealed weapon! Three chairshots later, Moore is staggering on his feet and the chair is destroyed! Cage signals to the crowd! The crowd roars, but Cage cannot go for the cover as the ref is still down! Cage instead opts to viciously stomp the challenger's left knee. Cage turns his attention from the fallen challenger and to the stairs, which were demolished earlier in the match. He takes the top half of them and slides them into the ring. As Moore rises to his feet, Cage clobbers him with the bottom section of the stairs! The big Texan hits the ground like a felled tree, and Cage slides the second section of stairs into the ring, sending Moore in shortly afterwards. Cage goes for a cover. The ref is still down, however. The crowd count in vain. Cage moves over to see to the ref's condition, and wastes precious time reviving him. However, once the ref is with us again, he again covers Moore. Moore barely kicks out. Cage smells victory, and goes for the Northern Lights Suplex! However, Moore has obviously scouted it. As Cage tries to lft him, Moore locks legs with him, before reversing the move into a brainbuster! Moore has enough presence of mind to go for the cover. Cage kicks out. Moore doesn't look angry this time, merely shocked. The big Texan picks up the bloodied champion and whips him into the corner. The ring shakes from the impact. Moore follows it up by charging in with an avalanche! Moore isn't satisfied with squashing the life out of his foe, however. Instead, he rakes Cage's eyes along the ropes! Once Moore lets go, Cage staggers to one knee, clutching his wounded eyes. Moore follows up, hitting the rising champ with a titanic boot to the face! Cage goes down, and Moore makes a slashing motion across his throat. Moore begins slowly climbing the turnbuckles. Craven reaches the top turnbuckle and makes that slashing gesture again, before diving off with a monstrous frog splash! Moore goes for the cover. With every last drop of stength left in him, Cage kicks out. The crowd roar their approval. Moore goes ballistic, pounding the mat with frustration. He does not attack the ref this time, however: the ref has had the presence of mind to get out of reach this time. Moore goes for an Irish Whip into the ropes, and runs after Cage. The champ still has enough presence of mind to hit the brakes at the ropes, however, and as Moore charges in he backdrops the huge challenger out of the ring, over the top rope! With Moore on the outside, Cage gauges the distance, takes a running start… and dives over the top rope, right into Moore! They collide and smash into the Mexican announcers' table! We see a replay of the move. The table lies in ruins. Both men look almost unconscious in the wreckage. The ref starts a ten-count. Amazingly, it is indeed Craven Moore who is the first man to get up, despite having been hit with the full force of Cage's suicidal dive. He grins manically at the fans, picking up his foe by the hair and rolling him back into the ring. Craven slides into the ring under the bottom rope, before looking at his fallen foe for a second. He wipes the sweat from his brow and flicks it onto Cage. Craven now lays Cage's throat across the bottom rope, before stepping around and locking in a Texas Cloverleaf. He leans back, forcing his weight onto Cage's back. This move both chokes the champ and works on his back, neck and legs. Craven only breaks the illegal chokehold as the ref counts four. Moore drags Cage to the centre of the ring, locks on his deadly finisher, and screams at the ref to make Cage quit. Cage tries to fight to the ropes, but it's just too far. Instead, Cage musters up all he has, brings a knee forward and pushes himself up, screaming with the effort, but managing to push Moore off his back! Moore sits down, hard! It's difficult to see who's more shocked, Jimmy or Moore himself. He stares disbelievingly up at the champ, who is taking a well-deserved breather by the ropes. Rage fills Craven's face, and the huge Texan goes for the spear! He hits, and the two men spill out of the ring! For a moment, it indeed looks as though Moore will be victorious. However, Cage reverses the flow of the match yet again with a boot to the gut followed up by… Cage gets a somewhat manic look in his eyes at this point. He goes under the ring. Cage brings out a table! The crowd roar! But Cage isn't satisfied with one table, no sir. He now brings out a second table, and sets it up next to the first! Once he has rolled his gargantuan challenger back into the ring, Cage sets the stairs up near the ropes, right in front of the tables. Cage picks up Moore, and a brief fist-fight develops. Cage gets the upper hand of the brawl, however and forces Moore backwards until they reach the foot of the steps. From there, Cage punishes Moore with stiff chops, forcing him up the stairs until he is precariously balanced on the top step. While Cage stands on the bottom one, he powerbombs the huge Texan right over the top rope, out of the ring and through the tables! Wood shatters everywhere, and the fans go nuts. Cage falls to the mat, exhausted with his exertions. We see a split-screen replay as Cage tries to get back up. It is indeed an incredible move. Slowly, inexorably, the champ rises back to his feet, clutching the small of his back. Cage slides out of the ring to where the fallen Moore lies. He has a little difficulty lifting his huge foe, but somehow summons enough strength to roll him back into the ring. Cage picks up Moore, wraps Moore up in the cobra clutch and… Somehow, Moore rises unsteadily to his feet as the bloodied champion grins and gives the signal for the Shockwave. The crowd roar their approval at this idea. Cage whips Moore into the corner, and comes in with the Shockwave! Cage goes for the cover. The roof basically blows off the Fleet Center as the three is counted. Moore rolls out of the ring, a look of sheer disgust on his face as he heads back up the ramp, spitting threats of vengeance all the way to the back. Cage watches this with a look of wry amusement as the ref straps the WWA Title around his waist. Gary Trudeau: Your winner, and STILL WWA World Heavyweight Champion… SHAWWWN… CAAAGE!!!
As the vanquished Craven vanishes under the WWATron, Cage gets his hand raised in victory. As the fans go wild yet again, he motions for a mic. One sails through the air, and after wiping the blood running from his shattered nose, Cage speaks. Cage: Craven, you lost... I know you can hear me back there, Craven... you lost, and you have no one but YOUR OWN GODDAMN SELF TO BLAME!!!
Cage then throws down the mic to tumultuous applause and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. The crowd go wild for their champion. A little WWA logo appears in one corner of the screen, and we fade out on a shot of Cage saluting his fans.
TV Title Match: The Joker -vs- Kade Williams - Josh LeCappelain
Terry: As you know, I’m Terry Valentine, the WWA’s finest and least biased commentator. And it is because of
those qualities that I have been given the honor of accepting this collect call from Alfred, Maine, the York County
jailhouse.
Kuz: Will you shut up, Terry, I’ve only got five minutes!
Terry: Of course, sir. I would hate to lose the interview with such a fantastic wrestler as yourself.
Kuz: Of course, and that’s just why I wanted you as my interviewer, such a polite man.
Terry: So Kuz, can I ask what you’re doing in jail?
Kuz: Well, you saw me arrested during the Bourbon Street Brawl. It turns out that I had a few outstanding
warrants in Maine, so they shipped me up here.
Terry: Surely you can afford the bail…
Terry: I thought you left your criminal instincts behind you when you joined the wrestling world?
Kuz: I did, almost. But then I was without anyone and I had to find myself and I realized I never grew up.
So I started acting like a kid again. A fire here, a robbery there. Oh, there was the time I hi-jacked a police car too.
Those go quite fast, especially when you find the nitrous.
Terry: Well whatever your past I really have to say that the judge had no right to refuse you bail. You
should hire OJ’s lawyer so you can have real justice.
Kuz: Not a bad idea, innocent as I am… (static)
Terry: Kuz? Kuz, you there?
Kuz: (static) have to (static) now. Send me (static) cigarettes.
Terry: Well there you have it. Kuz I Saidso will not be here tonight. He is locked up in the Stir! Back
to you JR!
Jimmy: There you go... Kuz in Jail.
Fat Tony: Zany, crazy times we live in, eh?
Jimmy: Yeah... And speaking of that... We can see the cage coming down now out of the rafters. Just a quick
note about the cage... It is a little bigger than normal. Plus it has a top to it.
Fat Tony: That's right. It will give the wrestlers about 10 to 12 feet on each side of the ring before they
hit the cage. This will make it interesting. OR more painful, who knows?
Jimmy: Almost th- HEY!!! Who is that in the rafters!?!! I saw....
Jimmy: IT'S VILLAIN!!!!
Fat Tony: Oh yeah!!! Villain is back! What is he doing here?!
Jimmy: I have no idea? But he is starring at the arena from the rafters. A good place for the bastard! I
hope he stays up there!
Fat Tony: Never! I am sure he will have something to say later on. He is a man of many words? But I gotta
wonder... Where is Lois?!
Jimmy: Your mind never seems to stray to far from women does it?
Fat Tony: Sadly... NO! HA!
Jimmy: It appears that Villain is content for now, to be just stadning in the rafters.
Jimmy: Let's move to the World TV Title match, shall we?
Fat Tony: Whatever... YOU'RE the host!
Fat Tony: CHEAP POP!! CHEAP POPT!!
Jimmy: Aww common Tony, he’s just messing around...
Fat Tony: NO! He’s scared...right now this...this...Joker....is thinking about what is gonna happen when Kade
Williams, The Master of Mayhem, walks threw that curtain, and destroys him to regain the TV Title he never truly lost....
Jimmy: The Master of Mayhem???
Fat Tony (smirking): I made that one up myself....
Jimmy: Obviously....your looking at this all wrong Tony....The Joker never lost the belt to Williams fairly, and
Williams was robbed by Rage just the same....both these guys have alot of respect for one another, as they should...however,
Rage better not come out here, you gotta be thinking that Joker and Mr. Pist are assuming that he will try to interfere at
somepoint...
Fat Tony: No diggity no doubt....
Jimmy: WHAT???????
Jimmy: WHAT THE HELL??
Jimmy: I KNEW IT!!!!!! KADE HAS JOINED SS-X!!!!!!
Fat Tony: We don’t know that....
Jimmy: Open your damn eyes!!!!
Fat Tony: RING THE DAMN BELL!! This is an inhuman beating that Kade is thrashing Joker with!
Jimmy: Stop the match?? It’s barely a flesh wound you jackass!
Fat Tony: This cheating bastard Joker is going down his pants...he’s going to play with his man dingo in from of
20,000+ screaming fans! SICK BASTARD!!
Jimmy: You are so goddamnned stupid its unbelievable... there are no holds barred in the match, and The Joker has
just removed...what appears to be.....some fishing line??? What the hell is this??
Fat Tony: DQ!!! DQ!!! DQ!!! He has salt too!!!!!
Fat Tony: Dear god no....not this way....
Jimmy: It stays up!!
Fat Tony: OH!!!!!!!! MY!!!!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!! He just rubbed the salt in Kade’s open wound!!!
Jimmy: SWEEEET JESUS THAT IS SADISTIC!!!! Kade Williams screams out in pain, as The Joker basks in the crowds
approval!!!
Fat Tony (worried voice): This is not right!! Somebody stop the match....as god as my witness he is broken
in half!!
Jimmy: What did you just say???
Fat Tony: Huh??
Jimmy: Dude, don’t steal other peoples lines...we are gonna get in some shit...
Fat Tony: Oh yeah your right.....shit....i mean, “damn”. Kade is up, and has some brass knuckles that fell out of
Joker’s trunks when he got the fishing wire....
Jimmy: Business is about to pick up!!!
Fat Tony: We’re 7 minutes into this match, and both guys look like they have been threwa damn tornado!!
Jimmy: Whoa...I’m having that feeling...
Fat Tony: Feeling?
Jimmy: Ummm like.....when somethings happens, and you knew it was gonna happen...like Deja Vu.....that whole tornado
thing you were just talking about.....
Fat Tony: What the hell are you talking about you Lucky Pierre?
Fat Tony: JUSTIN VINCIBLE!!!!!!!!!
Jimmy: What the hell is he doing here?? They are surrounded by a cage, and there is no way in!
Fat Tony: Vincible is smart! He will figure it out....hes from Bevery Hills you know....
Jimmy: What does that have to do with anything...
Fat Tony: Don’t yell at me!!
Fat Tony: Here comes The Final Script!!!!
Jimmy: He hits this its over!
2.............
3...........
4................
5....................
6.................
Fat Tony: What a matchup! Kade Williams can’t hit the Final Script, and The Joker looks to be dead......
Jimmy: That’s Lou DeAngelo and Tommy Lazer walking to ringside!! DeAngelo has distracted the referee......
Fat Tony: Wait!!! Come back Justin! Where is Vincible! That cheater Lazer has pulled wire cutters out of his pocket,
and is making an opening in the cage!! He goes to get a steel chair...
Jimmy: A fan has run into the opening....The fan is wearing a RAGE t-shirt, and the fan kicks The Joker......Kade
is on his feet as the fan puts the boots to Joker...Kade looks on, with wobbly legs, and goes over towards the attacker...
Jimmy: This doesnt look good!! Where the hell is security???
Jimmy: I don’t agree with attacking WWA fans, but Kade did the right thing there....The Joker is on his feet, and
Kade is resting on the ropes...
Fat Tony: See Kade isn’t such a bad guy after all!!
Jimmy: Sweet mother of mercy! I haven’t seen that since the Eliminators in ECW!! The Joker and Kade Williams are
looking at the body of this fan, and Lazer is in the ring.....He has a chair....
Fat Tony: This short but sweet attack on Williams will only aid The Joker.....Kade risked his ass for The Joker,
and he gets this.... Lazer closes the cage back up, and The Joker....falls down??
Jimmy: He puts Kade on top of him.....The ref sees this......
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KICK OUT!!!!!!
Fat Tony: The Joker has lost his mind....he gets to his knees, as Kade is out.....Lifts Kade up......
Jimmy: TRUMP CARD!!! TRUMP CARD!!! He just hit Kade with the KamaKadeKazi!!!
Fat Tony: NOT THIS WAY!!!!!!!!
KICK OUT!!!!!!!
Fat Tony: He kicked outta the Trump Card!!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!! Kade is the man!!!!
Jimmy: I have never seen anyone kick out of that before.....
Fat Tony: Justin Vincible is on his way back down here with some wire snips......Hurry Justin HURRY!!!!! Kade is
woozy........oh no........The Final Script!!!!!
Jimmy: Another Trump Card!!!!!!!!
2.....................
....................3!!!!!!!
Fat Tony: Vincible is in the ring a second too late!!! NO!!!
Jimmy: The Joker has reclaimed his title!!!!!
Fat Tony: The Joker took advanatge of a situation that wasn’t right, and now is getting the beating of a
lifetime....Vincible with massives rights and lefts...........Becca is down too..... Damn dude! She is hot!
Jimmy: Vincible with a JUST PAINFUL!!!
Fat Tony: OH MY GAWD! Becca follows up with a 450 Splash!!!!!
Jimmy: What the hell is this?!?! He doesn’t possess that belt!!!!
Fat Tony: He sure does!!
Jimmy: He stole it!!!!
Fat Tony: Possession is 9/10 of the law, and its his belt now....what a shocking turn of vents this is!!!!!
Fat Tony (sarcasticaly): There he is ladies and gents.. Your TV Champ?
Jimmy: He is rightfully upset! This is the second time his belt has been stolen! This time by Justin Vincible
and Becca!
Fat Tony: So you will have to wonder a little... It is obvious that Kade is part of SSX after tonight... But
now you gotta sort of wonder if Justin and Becca are also...? I mean...
Jimmy: Is looks a little like it... If that is the case, The Joker had better watch his back!
Jimmy: Who is that?
Fat Tony: You're kidding right? Look at the size of that boot.
Jimmy: He stiffed the chauffeur.
Fat Tony: He's got bigger things on his mind tonight Jimmy. Like kicking the everliving crap out of Cage!
Like THAT is gonna be a chore? Moore is a monster!
Jimmy: That remains to be seen... Cage is not the champ for nothing! Let's move on to the next match of the
evening. This one will set a new precedence in the Tag Team division. The Delta Destroyers and The Nyte Shift will face
each other in the same cage, Williams and Joker just fought in.
Fat Tony: Yeah... And in addition to this... The winner will have to deal with Tables, Ladders and chairs!
To actually win the match you musty gain a pinfall or Sumbmission! This is the pinnicle of Sports Entertainment.
Jimmy: That's right! We've taken the TLC match to a whole nother level by taking all the TLC weapons and
enclosing them inside a HELL IN A CELL! The cell cannot be escaped unless the cage is raised.
Fat Tony: Once the teams are inside, all hell breaks loose!
Jimmy: Indeed! Take it Gary!
Jimmy: And the cage is closed, the bell has been rung and here we go!
Jimmy: And the Destroyers get the early advantage here in the TLC-Cell match.
Fat Tony: That's right, my money's on these guys!
Jimmy: You never know in these sort of matches, with such an unpredictable atmosphere!
Fat Tony (Mocking): You never know with these blah blah blah! Bruiser and Mauler, I'd bet the farm on
it!
Jimmy: And just like that the tides turn, Nyte Shift now in control.
Fat Tony: He raked his eyes, that's bullcrap!
Jimmy: It's no DQ, Tony, TLC inside a cell!
Fat Tony: But you could poke a man's eye out like that!
Jimmy: Like a chair or a ladder couldn't? C'mon, these guys knew what they were getting into, now they gotta
go through with it!
Jimmy: Yowch! And the first chair shot of the match has taken place, Mauler just got his ass LABELED with
that chair!
Fat Tony: But watch out for the Biloxi Bruiser!
Fat Tony: And the Destroyers strike back! My man Mauler with a shot on John-boy!
Jimmy: Indeed, and the chairs are flying tonight.
Fat Tony: And here we go baby! Out come the tables!!!
Jimmy: Oh my! Mauler gets nothing but wood with the missed splash!
Fat Tony: Dammit!
Jimmy: Man, Glen Nyte continually lifting that ladder above his head and slamming it down on the Biloxi
native!
Fat Tony: Man he's gonna have ladder tracks on his ass!
Jimmy: Oh man, Bruiser won't be the only one with ladder marks on his ass!
Fat Tony: I knew my boys would recover!
Jimmy: Who says they're yer boys?
Fat Tony: I got money on these bastards!
Jimmy (Sigh): Ladies and gents I give the Pete Rose of pro wrestling, Tony Valentino.
Fat Tony: Huh?
Jimmy: Just watch the match, porky.
Jimmy: Oh man, what do these two have in mind up there?
Fat Tony: I dunno but it can't be good!
Jimmy: Holy crap!! Johnny and Mauler hanging in mid air with nothing but tables below them!!
Fat Tony: And look, they're still fighting up there!!
Jimmy: OH MY GOD!! From 15 feet up, Johnny and Mauler come smashing down through 4 tables!!
Fat Tony: Holy shit! And they busted every one of 'em into shreds!!
1...
2...
Jimmy: Oh not another one!
Fat Tony: Yes indeedy!!
1....
2....
3!!!!
Jimmy: And the Delta Destroyers have done it!!!!!
Fat Tony: Yes, my boys are the number one contenders, the Conspiracy better watch their backs!!!
EVD: Hey there. I hope you don't expect me to give a serious interview without a serious interviewer here.
Cameraman: Should I go get Wallace Coleman?
EVD: I said a serious interviewer. Oh well, just forget it. I really don't need anyone but myself to give
a decent promo. And speaking of myself, I'm thinking of changing my name. After all, there's no better way to keep
yourself over amid a group of younger, better, hungrier talent than to do something shocking, is there? Maybe I should
get married, too, would that spring me to the forefront of the action? Or better yet, maybe I should start dressing
like a goth loser and claim to have killed people. What is it with the WWA? Everwhere I look, I see pathetic wrestlers
trying to stay over by way of gimmickry. And even when someone, let's just say Tracer Bullet for now, drops a cheesy
gimmick, it almost seems like a gimmick in and of itself. I'll tell you right now, all I will need to win this rumble
and become the next WWA World Champion is my ring work. It's a very simple equation... youth + talent + charisma =
success. Yes, everybody may hate me at the moment for what I did at the Bourbon Street Brawl... but the point is that
once they see what I can do, they'll change their tune in a heartbeat. Now off with you, I have some planning to do.
Jimmy: This young man seems awfully sure of himself. Seems to me like he's getting a big ego too quickly.
Fat Tony: You and your double standards. Tra... um, Trent LeBeaux seems sure of himself, and you call it
confidence. Eddie shows confidence, and you call it egotism.
Jimmy: Are you defending him?
Fat Tony: Not at all, I'm just an observer. I really can't stand this van Dorn punk, either. And I've had
to work with him before.
Jimmy: Back to the last match! Folks, I think you'll agree, that was an incredible match!
Fat Tony: Both teams put it on the line tonight! I wouldn't be surprised if we see them both in championship
matches before the year is up!
Jimmy: I would have to agree... And now for the team the Delta Destroyers will have to face in the near
future. Either the team of Jackson Kraven and Jake Spade or the team of the Veteranz, Johny Shrapnel and Trapper.
Gary Trudeau: The next contest is for the World Heavyweight Tag-Team Championship of the WWA!
Gary Trudeau: The challengers, accompanied by Mikey Ventura and weighing in at five-hundred and four pounds...
Former World Tag Champions... THE VETERANZ!!
Trapper: Hello comrades, and welcome to the first step in the road to revolution!
Fat Tony: Boston a place with a fine tradition of revolution, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Indeed.
Trapper: Welcome to the start of a new rebellion. This is not a rebellion against this Great nation, and it's
not against capitalism, this rebellion is against the people who hold the power in the WWA! It's against the people who
have screwed us over, time and time again. We will be dealing with these corporate whores, we are the People's Army and I
know we have your support when I say... VIVA LA REVOLUTION!
Jimmy: Quite an ovation for these Veteranz, huh Tony?
Fat Tony: So? Jackson Kraven and The Conspiracy will kick their asses, fans or no fans!
Gary Trudeau: Their opponents, the WWA Heavyweight Tag Team Champions... representing The Conspiracy...
Jackson Kraven and Jake Spade!
Jimmy: Listen to this crowd! They hate these guys!
Fat Tony: What do they know? They cheer for Spike, for cryin' out loud!
DING, DING!
DING, DING, DING!
Gary Trudeau: The winners of this match, as a result of a disqualification...
TURN ME ON, MR DEADMAN!
Fat Tony: What's he doing here?
Jimmy: I think we're going to find out, Tony!
John Arthur: Kraven, Spade... I'm appalled. First you win the titles with the biggest screwjob I've seen
since Lewis -vs- Holyfield, and now you think you'll try a Money Incorporated on us?
John Arthur: I think we've all seen this a million times, and we're bored of it. Kraven, Spade, unless you
want your WWA contracts revoked, I demand that you re-start this match!
John Arthur: And, just in case you feel like getting counted out or disqualified again... I'm making this a
NO-DISQUALIFICATION match!
Fat Tony: Can he do that?
Jimmy: I guess he can, Tony!
Fat Tony: Yowch! Double-Golota there by the challengers!
Jimmy: Kraven and Spade singing a couple of notes higher as of tonight!
DING, DING!
Jimmy: This is utter chaos!
Fat Tony: Damn John Arthur... he can't do this! The Conspiracy has been screwed!
Jimmy: Turnabout is fair play, Tony!
Fat Tony: Umm... who's legal here?
Jimmy: I have no idea! Looks like referee Rich Kilgore doesn't, either!
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Fat Tony: Kiss this one goodbye!
1...
2...
Jimmy: This could be curtains for the Veteranz!
Jimmy: And the momentum of this match changes hands yet again!
Jimmy: THE NUKE! THE NUKE! THIS ONE'S ALL OVER!
1...
2...
Jimmy: Another Nuke! That's gotta be it! That's gotta be the end of this match!
1...
2...
Jimmy: The ref is down! The ref is down!
Fat Tony: It's no DQ! Who cares! Get another ref!
Jimmy: This is absolute chaos!
Fat Tony: I hope John Arthur is proud of himself...
Jimmy: Here we go! Shine up those belts!
1...
2...
Jimmy: And the challengers have cleared the ring!
Fat Tony: That goof Johnny Shrapnel looks hurt though...
Fat Tony: What's this idiot doing now?
Fat Tony: What's this idiot doing now? Go for the cover!
Jimmy: He's not in the match, Tony!
1...
2...
Fat Tony: Maybe the champs shoulda worn cups tonight! There's more testicular abuse going on here in the Fleet
Center than in a Home Alone sequel!
Jimmy: I think Rich Kilgore should have asked for danger money for refereeing this one!
Fat Tony: Yeah! Or a crash helmet!
Jimmy: This is madness! Utter madness! First Ventura, now Boulder… who else will show up?
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Fat Tony: Ew! You pay top dollar for those seats! You don't want to be covered in ketchup, mustard and sweat!
Fat Tony: This is ridiculous! Who let the Keystone Kops in here?
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy: Look at the intensity on Trapper's face! He's trying to snap Kraven in two!
Fat Tony: Never mind Trapper's intensity! What about the guts of Kraven! He's fighting that incredibly painful
hold with everything he has!
Jimmy: This could be all over!
Jimmy: What a reversal!
Jimmy: Devastating! Super-Trooper Splash!
Fat Tony: No! Get up, Spade! Get up!
1!
2!
3!!!
DING, DING, DING!
Shrapnel: TRAPPER!!!
Trapper: WHAT?!?
Jimmy: Looks like the Veteranz are hell-bent on revenge for that screwjob on Meltdown!
Fat Tony: Someone get WWA Security!
Jimmy: Kids, don't try this at home!
Jimmy: The was insane!! Jackson Kraven is still lying in the rubble and reamins of that table!
Fat Tony: RIP OFF! John Arthur ripped off the Conspiracy! This match should never have happened!
Fat Tony: Where the hell did Ventura go!!? Poor Boulder running around with that chair on his head!
Jimmy: No idea? But h-
Jimmy: Wow... NOW! I've seen it all. I could die a happy man... HAHA!
Fat Tony (lets out a chuckle): You said it JR. That is simply ridiculous!
Jimmy: It is truly something ya don't see everyday.
Craven Moore: So, do you think your gonna get Denrol tonight?
Vik: Do you think what? Of course I am... what do you take me for? Only losers like Outlaw lose to Denrol
Craven: But Outlaw was good...
Vik: Outlaw's a has been. So is Denrol. He thinks he can walk back and f**k up the WWA like he did last time.
I just hope he doesnt QUIT when he loses, I f**king hate it when i make people do that.... except the Victor...
Craven: Yeah, your right, besides, we got our secret weapon at our disposal tonight.
Vik: Do you think tonight is the right time?
Craven: Yeah, we need to prove we mean business, what better way than a PPV.
Vik: But he hasnt proved his worth yet....
Craven: He has history, we know his stuff...
Vik: I trust him if you do...
Craven: I DO trust him.
Vik: I'll call him in then... You guys talk... I gotta a match to win!
Vik: Come on in!
Fat Tony: GO BACK! GO BACK!
Jimmy: Its too late, we are having technical difficulties or something. We can't go back.
Fat Tony: You suck.
Jimmy: Yeah... You heard Vik. Only losers lose to Denrol.
Fat Tony: I like Vik, but he'd better watch in case The Outlaw comes back a whoops his ass!
Jimmy: That would be nice... But now, since Vik is on his way to the ring, we should start the match.
THUD THUD
THUD...
BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE...and Im about to break...
I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREATHE
COS IM ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE...and im about to break...
Vik is standing in the entrance, arms raised about waist height, his body lookig huge in the shadowy,
glimmery light.
Fat Tony: What an entrance....
Jimmy: Whatever!
Vik: Before I start this match, I'd like to do my now traditional speech... Fans of the WWA i dont care what you
think.... so would you PLEASE.... SHUT... THE HELL... UP!!!!!
Vik: im not the only one who can rip off a gimmick...
Vik: And if I may, id like to introduce my opponent...
Vik: Ladies and gentlemen, My Opponent. He hails from the bottom of the barrel, the toilet, the garbage can, he
weighs in at far too much for his height and build... the fat ba**ard... he is the former WWA World champion, but do we give
a damn? Do we f**k! He Is.... The fabulous Donkey R****t!
Vik: Sorry, DENROL!
Denrol: Oh sorry Craven. Didn't see you there! Guess this hurts your chances of winning tonight. I think these
would hurt them too.
Jimmy: Uh?! OK? This is not supposed to happen. Denrol just assulted Craven Moore before his match with Vik
Ventressa. Now Ventressa has left the ring....
Fat Tony: What are we waiting for!!! Get a camera out there... Get a ref! This is Fall count anywhere!
Vik: Where is Moore?
Denrol: It's called tape delay Vik. He's already getting medical help, which you're going to need soon too.
Denrol: It's time you got an Old School Ass Kicking from this "Has-Been"!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!
Fat Tony: OH MY GAWD!!! They are already killing each other!!! Vik just speared Denrol through the damned
WALL!!!
Jimmy: GREAT SASSY MOLASSY!!! They are in President Harrington's office!!!
Fat Tony: Vik is up now! He is starring at Harrington with a sneer on his face... I love it!!!
Jimmy: OH YEAH!!! Denrol with a Reverse DDT on Ventressa!!! This one is already over!!! Denrol hooks the leg. The
ref that is standing by drops for the cover.... 1.. 2... WHAT THE!!!
Fat Tony: Craven Moore!!! He is alright!
Crowd: WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA!
Jimmy: This is chaos!!! Already Denrol has taken two BIG bumps!
Fat Tony: This one could already be over. Especially if Moore sticks around. But Vik staggers over and falls into
the rubble of the desk covering Denrol.
Jimmy: TWO COUNT ONLY!!! DENROL KICKED OUT!
Fat Tony: What the hell is Cage doing here!? He is jumping Moore before their match. This is cowardice!
Jimmy: Perhaps he is tried of seeing screwjob after screwjob. He is here not alloing Denrol to be screwed by Vik and
Craven.
Jimmy: Holy-that smack!
Fat Tony: Hello the kingdom of stiffdom!
Harrington: Moore, Cage your locker rooms NOW! Other wise no main event! You guards, all of you block their doors until
the bout!!! Now!
Jimmy: Denrol looking to plant Vik Ventressa.
Fat Tony: You are so not funny. Ventressa with a low blow!
Harrington: My fern!
Fat Tony: Vik Ventressa caused a collective stir with that crotch hit, and now holds Denrol's feet up, and spitting
into his palm, drives a fist into Denrol's manhood! What a move!
Ventressa: Hey there's another gimmick move for you DENNY's!
Jimmy: Trash talk, and Ventressa showing his hunger getting ready to slam Denrol head first into Mark Harrington's main desk and papers!
Fat Tony: Well there's also a computer but Harrington is blocking the smash!
Harrington: Out of my office now! Now! NOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!
Jimmy: A change of scenery as Ventressa sits against the wall and Denrol grabs his head, the ref keeping a close eye....
Fat Tony: My god the ref needs to stop this, Denrol could give Vik Ventressa a concussion!
Jimmy: Denrol has no intention of ending it early, rather than pinning his dazed foe he's picking him up...
THUNKT!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHH!!!!
Fat Tony: Brilliance! Vik Ventressa uses the northern lights suplex to counter the ddt however Denrol's lower body and legs flew right into a locked door, folding him!!!!
Jimmy: My lord, Denrol is laying there crumpled as Ventressa rolls out from the wreckage he just caused.
Fat Tony: Ventressa is smiling and raises a stunned Denrol up, and now using that steel door gives the back of Denrol's head the same treatment he got moments ago!
Jimmy: I think Ventressa saw something down the hall and he's smiling!
Fat Tony: Ah yes, gourmet ala carte'!
Jimmy: Denrol just turned it around, and he's in control! He's got Vik Ventressa and just launched him into the tables! It's like he's at a wild west bar! Caesar salad everywhere!
Fat Tony: Denrol closing in, grabbing a ham sandwich I think from the waiter's cart...
Denrol: It's Not Candian Bacon!!!
Jimmy: Some fans chuckle as Denrol now reaches over the turned over table to get Vik Ventressa, where is he anyways?
CLUNKT!
Crowd: OOOHHH!!!
Fat Tony: Lying in wait is where! He just used that buffet tray to smack some originality into Denrol!
Jimmy: Not you too.
Fat Tony: I gotta' shill for Vik somehow.
Jimmy: Ventressa swings again!
CLUNKT!!!
Fat Tony: The crowd not too into that one. I think they want to see this elevated....
Jimmy: Speaking of which, Ventressa has Denrol set, and it looks like that table that stands is going to be the next to go!
Fat Tony: Yeah come on Ventressa suplex his carcass!
Jimmy: Denrol reverses on the conrete!
Jimmy: Denrol not down Ventressa charges in....
CRACKT!!!!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHH!!!!
Fat Tony: He just back body dropped Vik Ventressa through that table!
Jimmy: Denrol drops down, the effects of the spear and northern lights into the door showing. He turns around, and finally, a cover!
Crowd: ONE, TWO, OOOHHH!
Fat Tony: Yes, Ventressa still has gas in his tank...
Jimmy: No comment. Regardless, Denrol now has Ventressa up and is guiding him by his lanky hair...There's the entry way!
Jimmy: Vik Ventressa has a chair!
Fat Tony: Alright, come on, double whammie!
Jimmy: Huh?
Fat Tony: Press Your Luck Game show...Before your time...Lace into him Vik!
Jimmy: Ventressa relentless, but Denrol coming up with a rabbit out of his hat!
Fat Tony: That god da*n egomaniac! Rather than pin his man he rolled Ventressa into the ring!
Jimmy: Vik Ventressa going low again!
Fat Tony: Hey it works, plus there's guarantees Denrol will not have children!
Jimmy: Nope, no success there, that moment of showboating just cost Vik Ventressa!
Fat Tony: Showboating my scottish arse! That ref is couting too slow!
Jimmy:
Okay you just became scottish?
Fat Tony: Don't worry about it, much like Ventressa isn't worrying about that bad call, afterall he's following up on the neck with camel clutch!
Jimmy: Denrol changing his position, and I think Vik may not have all the leveRage, ut oh....
Fat Tony: Oh crap.
Jimmy: Electric chair drop time kiddies!
Fat Tony: Yes right on the neck!
Jimmy: Ventressa is standing up, begging Denrol to stand, and as he does, Ventressa charges!
Fat Tony: Un believe able!
Jimmy: My god he folded Denrol!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy: Ventressa with a vicious snapmare and a cover, one, two, Denrol's foot is on the ropes and the ref says the pin won't count!
Fat Tony: It's falls count anywhere, what bull$hit!
Jimmy: TONY, come on! Sides your man Ventressa has strolled to the apron and recovered his dropped chair!
Fat Tony:
I suppose that's some reconcilliation.
Jimmy: Denrol returns the favour from earlier!
Fat Tony: And he's seeing the chair laying there folded, oh no!
Jimmy: Pull in piledriver! Onto the chair!
Fat Tony: The crowd booing, and chanting now for more....
Crowd: WE WANT BLOOD, WE WANT BLOOD, WE WANT BLOOD!
Jimmy: Did we wind up in PHILLY?
Fat Tony: Denrol measures Vik and a dropkick, drives Vik down. Good move Vik powder out of that ring.
Jimmy: Denrol goes over the ropes and grabs Ventressa by the hair to the crowd's cheers!
Fat Tony: And Ventressa drops down, draping Denrol's neck on the top rope! Classic heel psychology!
Jimmy: WHAT'S HE THINKING?
Crowd: OOOOHHHH!!!-HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Fat Tony: LION SAULT ONTO THE CHAIR ONTO Denrol's face! It may've hurt Ventressa's ribs, but the man is now raising his fist...Look at that couRage fighting through ribs that he may've cracked himself just to...drape that arm, there's the count....
Jimmy: One...
Fat Tony: TWO!
Jimmy: Not a three! Denrol shoots his arm up and the crowd goes wild!
Fat Tony: Vik is all over the ring, livid, and holding his ribs. He wants to end this one!
Jimmy: Denrol being stretched by good strategy from Ventressa I will say that.
Fat Tony: And Denrol with nowhere to go in the middle of the ring. He's standing up, but that's going to take more of his energy.
Jimmy: The crowd beginning to get behind Denrol, and he's up, look at the eyes! He's coming back!!!
Fat Tony: No, not the reversal!
Fat Tony: Hah he reversed Denrol's reversal!
Jimmy: Yet Denrol to his feet, twisting to break Ventressa's grip, INSUGIRI!!! The back brain kick scores!
Fat Tony: Denrol with blatant fists, and now he shoots Ventressa in, rolls forward, grabs the forgotten chair and swings, but Vik with a baseball slide between his feet, and standing up, russian leg sweep and the chair leaves Denrol's hands bouncing away!
Jimmy: Denrol flipped over from that bump and staggers up, leaning against the top rope!
Fat Tony: Vik Ventressa just charged and clotheslined himself and Denrol over the top!
Jimmy: A wet thunk, and now Ventressa is up, and smiling, and he whips Denrol towards the barricades!
Fat Tony: Ha right into the masses!
Jimmy: Ventressa climbs over, and a cover!
Fat Tony: I can see from here, still a two, could this ref count any slower?
Jimmy: Ventressa now with a fan's beer? What's Vik thinking?
Ventressa: GOT BEER?
Fat Tony: Beer flying everywhere and it's not OCTOBERFEST!
Jimmy: They're heading towards another exit. Like russian roulette where will they stop?
Fat Tony: Looks like the main lobby!
Jimmy: If Mark was mad about the office those items are going to drive him nuts!
Fat Tony: Why is Denrol wasting time with the vendor?
Denrol: Could I get a double XL Vik Ventressa shirt?
Vendor: Sorry we don't have any Vik Ventressa shirts.
Denrol: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!-HUFF, where is that little...
Jimmy: Ventressa explodes from the rubble and uses a Denrol T-SHIRT to clothesline down the former grand slam wrestler!
Fat Tony: What brillaince, he wrapped Denrol's head in the shirt, and swinging neckbreaker on the cold solid ground!
Jimmy: Our fans being worn out by this exhibition in brutality!
Fat Tony: Vik not concerned he has another idea as he puts that plastic garbage can over Denrol's head and chest, Denrol looks like R2-D2!
WHUNKT!
Crowd: OOOOHHHHH!!!!
WHUNKT!
Crowd: OOOHHHH!!!
Jimmy: By god that plastic garbage can is folding, warped and cracked even!!!
WHUNKT!
WHUNKT!
WHUNKT!
WHUNKT!
WHUNKT!
Fat Tony: Yeah lay him out!
Jimmy: Denrol has been lacerated!
Fat Tony: And hardway at that! In fact that little scratch is now begining to trickle, but you can tell that's no blade job!
Jimmy: Denrol is rolled over by Ventressa, but rather than be covered, Denrol fighting on instincts raked the eyes! I think it's broken down!
Fat Tony: Denrol's wrist tape just brushed his forhead and now he's seen the handiwork of the always impressive Vik Ventressa!
Jimmy: He's mad about that, that kick, and forearm making flesh smack! He has Vik, not the ticket turnstyle!
Vik: What?
Ticket agent: Ticket sir?
Vik: Oh come on you gotta be shittin' me...
Ticket agent: You can't get in without a ticket...
Vik: Ah come on, I work here, I'm in the middle of a match for chri-
Jimmy: Denrol with a beel throw over the turnstyle itself!
Fat Tony: Man that smack of flesh on concrete again! Denrol will get his though!
Jimmy: Well that confirms that Denrol is in this for the money!
Fat Tony: Ha a phone's ringing and Ventressa has answered while Denrol's busy....
Vik: Linda called, she wants her royalties you son of a b*tch!
Jimmy: God, Ventressa going to town with that broken receiver, jamming it with blow after blow into Denrol's wounded forhead...
Fat Tony: Look at the juice flow.
Jimmy: Cork it!
Fat Tony: THAT WAS NOT ME! I swear to god!
Jimmy: Denrol blocks the almost unavoidable mirror smash as the crowd looks on, cheering this war! What the????
Ventressa: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Fat Tony: Those could be third degree burns!
Denrol: Oh Vikky......
Jimmy: Denrol snagging Ventressa by that hair and leading him to the stalls!!!!! Oh no!
Fat Tony: Not the one the fat guy was in! Noone in the line is even trying to use it!
Jimmy: Hey isn't that like the time you were at PRESIDENT Harrington's pad for that meeting and-
Fat Tony: Quiet you! That's gross! I hope Denrol got the better of that!
Fat Tony: Oh my god....
Jimmy: And they're heading over to the urinal, those fans better shake twice!
SPLASH!!!!
Fat Tony: Oh man, revenge, and Ventressa is mad as hell! He's standing on Denrol's back and flushing the urinal!!!
Vik: You wanna mess with me big legend? Huh? How's this water taste huh?
Jimmy: Ventressa just reached down and grabbed that urinal cake! He's trying to rub it into Denrol's mouth as Denrol's wound has been washed, but still bleeds!
Fat Tony: Denrol now with nowhere to go as Ventressa quickly snaps on the sleeper hold!
Jimmy: Wow we may have a wrestling match yet!
Fat Tony: Too many fans there, in Ventressa's way, better idea move Denrol to somewhere less crowded!
Jimmy: Hey those are the WWA talent locker rooms!
Fat Tony: Ventressa going to the basics, again hoping to put Denrol to sleep.
Jimmy: Denrol's still in it, dropping forward!
THUNKT!!!!
Fat Tony: Denrol just made Ventressa go head first into the very doors they came through!
Jimmy: A two count, and Denrol now looking to end it, looking around. He realises the only option is to get something from the locker room....
Ut oh....
Fat Tony: Does he want to risk that locker room?
Fat Tony: What a move! Into the den of Denrol's most hated foe perhaps!
Buckley: O-o-oh no, the hits will be missed!
Jimmy: Were they filming? Were they filming a ?
Fat Tony: It's okay James we're all grown ups here, and in fact Sabbat and Invection are making me grow like a power
ranger's monster!
Vik: Give me that!
Jimmy: Denrol with a spear to the midsection, and Ventressa now driven into a wall, but the cracks show they're not going through!
Fat Tony: Oh no, Denrol has the lap top!
Buckley: G-G-G-GIVE ME THAT!
Denrol: You really want it?
Buckley: Yes I do! Give it to me!
WHACKT!!!!
Crowd: OOOHHHHH!!!!
Jimmy: The plastic backside of that laptop just busted Buckley's glasses!
Denrol: Well I gave it to him!
Fat Tony: Denrol turns around, opening the lap top and puts Ventressa's head between the keyboard and monitor?
Jimmy: I sure don't get it.
CCCCCEEEERRRRUCCCCCHHHHTTTTTT!!!!!!
Crowd: OHHHHH!!!! HOLY SHIT! HOLY-DUB! DUB DUB A! DUB DUB A!DUB DUB A! DUB DUB A!
Jimmy: GOOD MOTHER F*CKING JESUS! Blood is flowing from the ruins of that laptop!
Fat Tony: And you say I swear like a sailor. Bah, that chant, WWA! WWA! WWA! DEAFENING, you can feel it through the
whole arena it's so loud!
Denrol: A computer isn't the only thing that's going to crash!!!!
Jimmy: Denrol's not covering! In fact, that look, you know what he's going to do!
Jimmy: It looks like Denrol is trying to take him to the roof! Just like he said he would.
Fat Tony: With all the blood dripping from Ventressa's cheeks, forehead, chin, I don't see how this isn't manslaughter
already. He's thinking about his promise isn't he?
Jimmy: Of course... Like I said before... He promised to toss Ventressa from the roof! Ventressa now clubs at Denrol
who is swaying to avoid the swings. Denrol keeps his hands about, but he dodges and tries to grab the baton...
Fat Tony: Only for Ventressa to smack his wrist on the way back, that smarts, and Denrol wisely sprints away!
Jimmy: Ventressa follows, and Denrol circles him as they run about, the crowd still booing the attack on our president and now some laughing at Denrol playing hit and run with Ventressa! Wait Denrol got the the stair well door and rams it open! A staff only door mind you!
Fat Tony: No Vik don't follow him!
Fat Tony: Can we get a visual? I think they're heading to the roof!
Jimmy: We'll get one, or someone gets canned, ah there it is!
Denrol: Come on hot shot, your old school ass kicking ain't done yet!
Vik Ventressa: Really? Who's the one running old man?
Jimmy: Ventressa charging Denrol as he charges too!
Jimmy: Mother have mercy, Ventressa is going to break Denrol's windpipe!
Fat Tony: I prefer he breaks Denrol's jaw.
Jimmy: Ventressa locks in the front face lock, and adjusts. It looks like the VENTRISSICATOR!
Fat Tony: Hey what's Denrol doing with that leg block and reaching up for his front face lock? That head chacellor, he's not thinking of a suplex off the FLEET CENTER?
Ventressa: OH SHIT!
Jimmy: EVIL KIL-NOOOOOOO!!!!
Crowd: YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Fat Tony: A great re counter!
Jimmy: Kelly Orbital!
Fat Tony: THAT JEZEBEL HOW DARE SHE?
Jimmy: EVIL KILLER! EVIL KILLER! Denrol collapses on Vik Ventressa!
Fat Tony: NO, ref, NO!!!
Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Jimmy: Break out the "W"!!! THE EVIL KILLER onto the concrete of the roof just layed out Vik Ventressa!
Fat Tony: Denrol is up, and shaking his finger like he's not done!
Jimmy: The fans are louder than ever!!!!!!
Jimmy: MY LORD HE TOSSED Ventressa all the way to his doom!!!!
Fat Tony: That's murder in the first! He just killed Vik Ventressa!!! Someone arrest him!
Fat Tony: He didn't kill him! But he's going to try anyways!
Jimmy: If that flag touches Vik Ventressa don't we have to burn it?
Fat Tony: Rage! RAGE IS HERE!!! Yes!
Jimmy: Rage is stomping away at Denrol and takes that police baton, and my god!
Fat Tony: Who would have guessed it?! Rage!
Vik: Hey Jimmy, Hey Tony, WWA? How you doing..... ?
Fat Tony: Im GREAT!
Jimmy: He can't hear you, idiot, he's on the roof.
Vik: I thought I'd take this interesting break in your usual Vik Ventressa whoop ass session to introduce the newest
member of our... as yet unnamed... faction. Since Craven is busy with guards and Cage in a few moments, well the honor is
mine.
Fat Tony: Still who woulda' thought?
Jimmy: Actualy, anyone with half a brain could work it out.
Vik: You think you got us all worked out dontcha people?!?! Everyone does.... well, we'll soon see.... you'll never
see the next one coming! As for now, well it's time to give Denrol his just desserts.
Vik: You know Rage? I had these in my tights the whole match and never got to use them. Shame to let them go to
waste....
Jimmy: Oh no, someone stop this, they got Denrol trapped with them on the roof!
Fat Tony: Who's idea was it to go on the roof?
Jimmy: We need help up there now!
Fat Tony: Well here comes the calvary, whoops my bad, emt's. Those paramedics don't know what to make of these men.
Jimmy: What's Vik getting? That's duffel bag by the door way?
Vik: Why thanks for the parcel Rage.
Fat Tony: THE PAINTBALL GUN!!!!
Jimmy: My god that had to be fifty rounds at least!
Fat Tony: He lit Denrol up like a CHRISTMAS TREE!!!!
Jimmy: That match was amazing!!!! Denrol and Vik Ventressa both are amazing athletes!
Fat Tony: The ending was the best... When Rage came in and they whooped the old man's ass!!
Jimmy: Denrol isn't old!
Fat Tony: Yeah well, you get the picture. Rage and Vik pummeled Denrol carcass!
Jimmy: At any rate... Denrol takes the win. But he pays dearly for it in the end!
Jimmy: I hope they're not in the same hallway. Craven Moore should be seething from the brawl he had with Cage already
tonight.
Fat Tony: Yeah... And Kraven is prolly pissed that he lost his title belts to the Veteranz. This can only led to
carnage. I love it!
Jimmy: They're gonna go right there.
Fat Tony: Batten down the hatches. All hell is about to break loose!
Jimmy: This is payback for Van Dorn's interference at Bourbon Street Brawl.
Fat Tony: Fans, if you have a weak stomach I suggest you look the other way.
Jimmy: He wouldn't!
Fat Tony: Sure he would! NO MORE TOMORROWS!
Jimmy: He wouldn't!
Fat Tony: Sure he would! MOORELOCK!
Jimmy: That was nothing more than an assault!
Fat Tony: Van Dorn had it coming! He shouldn't have messed with those two in New Orleans. Now you have to wonder what
that will do to Van Dorn's Rumble chances?
Jimmy: He'd better hope that his number is a HIGH one. Let's quit talking and get right into this one!
Gary Trudeau: Ladies and gentleman, this is the Independence Day Rumble. (crowd pop) In a moment the men who
drew number one and number two will come out and the match begins. Every two minutes another man will come out in the order they
picked. There will be a total of twenty men in this rumble. You can only be eliminated by being thrown over the top rope and BOTH
feet touching the floor. The winner will recieve a WWA World Heavyweight Title shot at Labor Day Brawl. So... LET'S GET READY TO
RUMBLEEEEE!!!!!
A loud roar from the crowd.
Jimmy: The Fleet center is pumped. You can tell this will be special.
Fat Tony: You're sure that's not just your gas.
Jimmy: You have to ruin everything, don't you?
Gary Trudeau: The man who drew number one...
The lights slowly dim down. The arena billboards finally become the only light within the place. Slowly
a guitar is turned on and it sits humming for a few seconds. As it's humming a huge cloud of white smoke begins to bellow out
through the curtains. As soon as the cloud is too thick to see through a single sound joins in with the guitar.
As soon as the exhaling sound gives way, the room explodes as the drums kick in and "Part of Me" by Tool
rips through the speakers.
You are a part of me.
I know you better than I know myself.
I know you best, better than anyone.
I know you better than I know myself.
You are a...part....of....me!!
You can't speak.
You don't judge.
You can't leave.
You can't hurt me.
You're just here
for me to use.
As the song continues three huge flames of fireworks blast from the entrance way; green, white and
orange respectivelly. As the sparks from the fireworks rain to the Kahn steps through the curtain and begins to walk down
the isle. As the spotlight continues to shine on Riley, he raises his hands slightly in acceptance of what has turned into
a majority of cheers from the crowd. He strides to the ring apron and slides under the bottom rope. He quickly springs to
his feet and then simply struts to his corner.
Fat Tony: Kahn has to play the Iron Man tonight if he wants to win. While it usually it great to be number one, it
isn't in a rumble.
Gary Trudeau: The man who drew number two...
"It's All About the Pentiums" by Weird Al Yankovic plays as "Webmaster" Buckley Millhouse walks out.
He looks quite a bit scared of Kahn. But after a little while, he manages to enter the ring.
DING DING DING
Jimmy: This isn't the most fair fight. Millhouse has no clue what he's doing in that ring.
Fat Tony: Look at Kahn. He's pointing to his chin and than holding up three fingers. He's giving Millhouse three
free shots.
Jimmy: Millhouse isn't sure, but he's taking it. One punch and that has no effect. Millhouse bounces off the ropes
and his clothesline doesn't phase Kahn.
Fat Tony: Millhouse looks desperate. He's climbing to the top turnbuckle. His elbow manages to knock Kahn back a
step, but it's not enough.
Kahn chuckles as he knocks Millhouse over with a series of open hand throat chops. He follows that
up with an axe kick as the fans cheer. he than grabs Milhouse by the hair and tosses him over the top and out. Kahn laughs
some more before he begins waiting for his next opponent.
Gary Trudeau: Buckley Millhouse has been eliminated!
Jimmy: Kahn just got himself an easy 1:20 rest. But he's motioning for a mike.
Kahn: Screw this waiting. Give me the next victim!
The fans cheers as the timekeeper motions to the control room and a minute is cut from the clock.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Get up, stand up" by Bob Marley begins to play and the fans softly cheer Junior Ambrose as he comes out.
He shows no fear as he runs to the ring and goes for Kahn.
Fat Tony: Nothing will come easy for this youngster. Kahn grabbed him out of nowhere and gave him a Tazzplex.
Jimmy: Kahn is almost having fun with the rookie. He picks him up into a Spinning DVD. Junior is on his way out.
Fat Tony: And there he goes. Kahn picked him up for a DVD, but just let him fall out of the ring this time. They sliced the
clock again.
Gary Trudeau: Junior Ambrose has been eliminated!
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Get up, stand up" by Bob Marley plays and out comes Ridley Walsh, Junior's tag team partner. Ridley walks
over to Junior and helps him up. The Iron Lions both slide into the ring and approach Kahn.
Jimmy: Two on one. The Iron Lions working together, even through Junior is out. They're laying fists into Kahn's head,
knocking him slowly backwards.
Fat Tony: They got Kahn at the ropes. Double uppercut stuns Kahn. Iron Lions off the ropes. Double Japanse armdrag by
Kahn.
Jimmy: Both men are out.
Gary Trudeau: Ridley Walsh has been eliminated!
Fat Tony: While he might not be my favorite, Kahn is having a great showing here. He had three eliminations already and
we've just got started. Here comes number five.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays as "Bad Dog" Jim Crockett comes stalking out. Kahn's eyes
widen as he sees the 320 plus man walk to the ring and slowly get in. Kahn goes right for him with a series of fists to the
head.
Jimmy: Kahn with a tough task ahead of him if he wants to countine this streak. He's knocking the big man around with
those fists, but he needs more.
Fat Tony: Dropkick by Kahn and that postions Crcokett on the ropes, but he's not even close to unbalanced. Kahn off
the ropes.
Jimmy: He connects with a clothesline, but that doesn't move Crcokett at all. Now he's trying to shove Crcokett over
the hard way.
Fat Tony: Nothing. That guy is a sandbag. The fans are behind Kahn, but it doesn't seem to be helping.
Kahn runs to the ropes and comes back, hitting a flying shoulder breaker. That gets Crcokett unbalanced
and Kahn takes advantage to grab his feet and hoists him over.
Gary Trudeau: "Bad Dog" Jim Crockett has been eliminated!
Jimmy: The crowd is going nuts at that annoucement and Kahn motions for a time out, but the timekeeper ignores him and
advances the clock again. Can Kahn go on?
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
Pantera's "Walk" hits the speakers, a thin smoke coming out on the entrance ramp. Beast stalks out very
deliberatly, a focused look on his face. He stops at the bottom and then rushes into the ring. Kahn gets up just in time to
recieves a powerslam by The Beast.
Fat Tony: What a move by the Beast and Kahn is wishing now he took those breaks. Beast goes to throw him out, but Kahn
is fighting it.
Jimmy: Kahn breaks the attempt with a thumb to the eye. That gets Beast off him and Kahn takes advantage to hit a series
of swift kicks to the calfs.
Fat Tony: That's putting The Beast off balance, but before Kahn can do anymore, Beast recovers and clothesline him.
The Beast picks up Kahn and in a show of power, carries him around the ring until dropping him with a
spinebuster. The Beast points to the locker room and grabs Kahn by the hair to toss him over and out. But before he can do it,
Kahn falls to his knees and trips the big man. The Beast's head bounces off the ropes and he falls back Stun Gun style.
Jimmy: Great counter by Kahn. But he's still hurting from those power moves by Beast. The Beast is the first one up.
Fat Tony: He goes to powerbomb Kahn, but Kahn counters with a backdrop to the outside. Somehow The Beast lands on the apron.
Jimmy: The Beast gets back into the ring and knocks Kahn down with a big punch to the head. Irish whip by The Beast, Kahn ducks the clotheline.
Fat Tony: Kahn comes off and catches Beast with a double arm DDT.
Kahn quickly gets up and goes after The Beast with quick fists to the head, The Beast rolls on top and does the same, before they both get into the ropes. They both break, but as Beast is getting up, Kahn catchs him with a spinning roundhouse kick. The Beast falls into the ropes and gets tied up.
Jimmy: Kahn choking the former Rookie Champion. Now he's trying to shove him over, but The Beast is using the ropes to his advantage.
Fat Tony: Whoa. Out of nowhere The Beast kicks Kahn to the mat and than frees himself. Now he looks really pissed off at Kahn.
Jimmy: Kahn gets up and walks right into a huge right hand. He grabs Kahn and easily chokeslams the smaller man.
Fat Tony: The clock is coming down and we have had our first full two minute period.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Another Brick in the Wall, Part Two" by Pink Floyd plays as Eddie van Dorn sprints down the ramp noticabley holding his side where Moore and Kraven pummeled him earlier, being
met with an extraordinarily harsh amount of boos. He enters and begins discussing something with The Beast. They both start laying kicks into Kahn.
Jimmy: It looks like we have a two on one here, Beast and EVD working together. Do you think Eddie will whine about picking number seven?
Fat Tony: I have no idea what you mean by whining. Kahn looks like he could be the one whining about the beatdown he's getting.
Jimmy: They pick up Kahn and give him a double sulpex. In a legal match, I think Kahn would just about be pinned.
Fat Tony: Eddie backs up and gives The Beast a spear out of no where...The Beast didn't move an inch.
The Beast looks amused by the attempt at backstabbing by Eddie, picks him up and slams him down with a double arm chokeslam. He laughs at the fallen Eddie and turns around, right into a piledriver by the just recovered Kahn. All three men are down for a few moments.
Jimmy: Eddie is the first tog et up. He drops an elbow to the groin on The Beast. And that's as legal as a headlock here.
Fat Tony: When you channel Jim Ross, it scares me. But it is true. It's also ever man for himself.
Jimmy: Kahn gets up, Eddie and him start exchanging punchs. Kahn getting control, knocking Eddie to his knees. NO!
Fat Tony: It was a trick by Eddie, a low blow to Kahn. And he sends Kahn down with a hurricarana. Eddie in control.
The Beast gets up and sent back down with an inverted DDT. Eddie jumps up and yells out a "WOOOO!" to the dislike of the fans. He grabs Kahn to toss him over, and while Kahn seems out of it, he's being smart enough to hook the ropes to avoid going over. The fans starting counting down.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Stellar" by Incubus plays as Trent LeBeaux, in a plain black and white singlet, makes his way to the ring amid a favorable mixed reaction. He quickly runs into the ring and goes right for Eddie, with a series of fists of fury to his head, making him let go of Kahn.
Jimmy: Tracer...I mean Trent and Eddie meet for the first time in a WWA ring. Trent is getting the better of the rookie, which is something the fans approve of.
Fat Tony: But they didn't like that poke to Trent's eye by Eddie. He gives the former World Champion a T-Bone sulpex.
Jimmy: Eddie is a whiner, but he is having a good show here. He locks on an armbar on Trent. Look behind you buddy.
Fat Tony: A pissed off Beast nearly took Eddie's head off with a elbow. He's now choking Eddie. Kahn is just chilling in a corner.
Trent gets up and shoves The Beast off Eddie... so he could choke him himself. Beast yanks Trent off him and the two start arguing, before Kahn comes over and says soemthing to both of them. They all nod and all THREE choke Eddie at once. The crowd pops at this scene.
Jimmy: That's certainly a first. The trio let's go of Eddie finally, Trent and The Beast pick him up and put him down with a double short arm clothesline.
Fat Tony: While they did that, Kahn has gone to the top and comes off with a flying elbow to the fallen Eddie Von Dorn.
Jimmy: Wait, The Beast clothesline both Trent and Kahn. He's now picked up Eddie and is taking him to the ropes.
Fat Tony: Pump handle by Beast gets Eddie on his shoulders and he's now trying to drop him out of the ring.
Eddie is barely holding himself in with a hand on the ropes. The Beast doesn't see Trent gets up and dropkick his knee, causing him to let go of Eddie just short of getting him out. Eddie rolls to the outside while Trent puts The Beast down with a hip toss. Kahn goes to the outside after Eddie.
Jimmy: Kahn grabs the coward and tosses him back into the ring. Meanwhile Trent has an elevated boston crab on The Beast.
Fat Tony: While submissions don't count in a rumble, it wears out the victim. Kahn is doing the same type of thing.
Jimmy: Yes, he's delivering a series of elbows to Eddie's back. Now Kahn looking to get Eddie out, but it's not working.
Fat Tony: Kahn wants his fifth toss, butr it doesn't look it's going to be Eddie quite yet. And we're looking towards number nine.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"You Love Us" by Manic Street Preachers plays as Mickey Ventura comes out with a Mars bar in his hand. He saunters slowly to the ring and his music fades out before he even gets in. In the ring, Kahn gives up on Eddie, snaps mares him to the mat and locks on a sleeper.
Jimmy: Ventura taking his sweet time. Smart strategy there. We've hit a small slow period, as all four men in the ring are in submission holds.
Fat Tony: Eddie looks like he's going out, while Trent let's go of his hold. Trent walks over and is giving Eddie a couple of good stomps to the chest.
Jimmy: Mickey is finally in the ring, and he's walking over to The Beast. He's picked him up and is signalling he plans to toss him out.
Fat Tony: The Beast blocks it at the last second and elbows Mickey in the chest. Nice counter, through his back is hurting.
The Beast makes a weak attempt to get Mickey over, but he's in too much pain at the moment to do it and quickly quits. Meanwhile Eddie is stuck in a corner. Trent and Kahn are taking turns stomping and choking him. Out of no where Kahn grabs Trent by the head and smaches his face off the turnbuckle.
Jimmy: Trent forgot the golden rule of rumbles for a moment. That's DTA: Don't Trust Anybody.
Fat Tony: Kahn gives Trent a incrediable stalling brainbuster. He's now trying to get the former World Champion over and he's almost there.
Jimmy: Ventura and the Beast come over and they're helping Kahn out. It's three on one and I don't like Trent's odds.
Fat Tony: Wait, Eddie is getting up and he just yelled something at the men working on Trent.
It can't be heard what it is, but the three turn around and chase Eddie out of the ring. The fans laugh as they watch the trio chase Eddie Von Dorn around the ring in circles while Trent gets back in and tries to recover. Eddie slides back in and kicks at all three men when they try to get back in. Trent comes from behind and gives Eddie a Northen Lights Sulpex.
Jimmy: Kahn went to help Trent beat on Eddie, but The Beast nailed Ventura from behind and just put him down with a spinebuster.
Fat Tony: But the running and the spinebuster took something out of the Beast and he can't take advantage.
Jimmy: Trent remembered what Kahn did to him and gives the irish man a double-arm sulpex before Kahn could help him.
Fat Tony: Trent goes to toss Eddie out himself. Meanwhile another wrestling is coming.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
Carlos Cortez runs out to "Guerilla radio" by Rage Against The Machine. He quickly slides into the ring and goes to help Trent get Eddie over. The Beast gets up and picks up Ventura and tries to toss him out. But Mickey let's out a scream of rage and begins repeatly punching The Beast, preventing the toss.
Jimmy: Wait a minute, Boulder is coming into the ring. He goes right for Mickey and gives him a Deathkiller.
Fat Tony: That nut still has that chair stuck around his head. And now he's trying to wreck Mickey's face by punching it in.
Jimmy: Eddie gives both Carlos and Trent eye pokes and breaks the attempt to toss him out. It's been awhile since we had soemone tossed out.
Fat Tony: Over ten minutes to be exact. Boulder and Mickey are fighting all over this ring. No one cares at the moment.
Eddie is busy trying to avoid Trent, who's stalking him around the ring. Carlos is exchanging fists with Kahn in one corner. The Beast is resting in another corner and watching the action. Trent finally grabs Eddie, but Eddie counters with a kick to Trent's lower region.
Jimmy: That move may have just ruined Missy Camero's night. And Eddie is laughing at Trent's pain. He puts a Sharpshooter on Trent.
Fat Tony: Carlos is trying to toss Kahn out. Kahn drew number one and has so far managed to stay in, but he seems closer than ever before to going out.
Jimmy: The Beast is up and he decides to try and help Carlos get Kahn out. Kahn breaks it up with a couple of punches.
Fat Tony: It's getting crowded. I count six guys plus the illegal Boulder.
Kahn gets a quick second wind and gives both Carlos and The Beast a double DDT. He gets up and clothelines Eddie, nearly taking his head off and breaking up the Sharpshooter. Mickey Ventura, who's trying to get away from Boulde,r runs right into a Kahn Head-&-Arm sulpex. Boulder gets decked with a fist and Kahn has now managed to clear the ring.
Jimmy: Huge offense out of nowhere by Kahn. The fans on their feet after that. He's pointing at The Beast and making a motion to show he's throwing him out.
Fat Tony: That's making them go louder. Kahn grabs The Beast and runs him to the ropes. And Kahn throws him over.
Jimmy: But The Beast isn't out. He lands on the apron and hooks the ropes to avoid falling the rest of the way. Kahn didn't see it.
Fat Tony: No, he's gone to grab Carlos and toss him out. But Carlos stops with a couple of fists.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Veil of Deception" by Death Angel plays as the White Ninja charges out and into the ring. Boulder has gotten up and has begun to beat on the fallen ventura. Ninja grabs Bouder to throw him out, but Boulder loses it and powerslams Ninja out of the ring.
Gary Trudeau: White Ninja has been eliminated!
Jimmy: White Ninja's music hasn't even stopped playing and he's already gone. That could be a record.
Fat Tony: And he didn't even get tossed out by a legal man. Boulder grabs Mickey and tries to powerbomb him out of the ring.
Jimmy: Eddie goes over and dropkicks Boulder, sending him and Mickey out of the ring.
Gary Trudeau: Mickey Ventura has been eliminated!
Eddie Von Dorn laughs at the now gone Ventura and Boulder, but Trent cuts him short. Trent LeBeaux tries to hiptoss Eddie van Dorn over the top rope, but Eddie lands on the apron. He then hits a rope-enhanced Ace Crusher on Trent, but falls off the apron and to the floor in the process.
Gary Trudeau: Eddie Von Dorn has been eliminated!
Jimmy: And Eddie van Dorn is out of the Rumble due to his own stupidity.
Fat Tony: Can't say I'm surprised. But man, he looks MAD.
Indeed he does, as Eddie is having a little bit of tantrum... slamming his hands on the mat and cursing a blue streak.
Jimmy: Well in less than 45 seconds, three guys are out after tweleve minutes without elimations.
Fat Tony: Ventura and Boulder are fighting up the aisle. But Eddie is sticking around. Kahn, Beast, Trent, and Carlos are the ones left in the ring.
Jimmy: Trent isn't moving much after that Ace Crusher. Beast locks a Camel Clutch on him, while Carlos and Kahn are in a coller and elbow tieup.
Fat Tony: Carlos takes down Kahn with a headlock, but Kahn doesn't stay down long. He gets up and picks Carlos up into a belly-to-back sulpex and sendds carlos flying out of the ring.
Gary Trudeau: Carlos Cortez has been eliminated!
Jimmy: Kahn is at five. He's looking for six, by charging at The Beast and forearming in the back of the head.
Fat Tony: The Beast is bent over after that hit and Kahn connects with an axe kick. Trent rolls to a corner and sits in it to rest.
Jimmy: Kahn grabs The Beast and gives him a Dragon Sulpex. That knocked the wind out of both men.
Fat Tony: Everyone is tired as we count down.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
Silence. The crowd boos.
Jimmy: Well, I'm told this spot was suppose to be Vic Ventressa, but he suffered injuries in his match with Denrol and can't make it.
Fat Tony: That was strange. In the ring, Trent is up and grabs Kahn, gives him a Samoean Drop. Trent gets up pretty quick.
Jimmy: Trent takes The Beast and whips him into the rope and gives him a drop toe hold. He turns it right into a STF.
Fat Tony: Trent showing off a techincal side. But he also knows tap outs won't win this rumble and let's go after a short while.
Trent turns and sees Eddie Von Dorn still at ringside. He points at the newbie and yells at him to leave. The two argue back and forth and Trent doesn't notice Kahn get up. He does notice when Kahn shoves him over the top. But Eddie leaps up and blocks Trent from falling the rest of the way.
Jimmy: What is Eddie doing? He's stopped Trent from going out of this rumble. Why?
Fat Tony: Kahn doesn't care, he's just pissed off. He's stopped his attempt and decks Eddie off the apron. Trent recovers and rolls to the middle of the ring.
Jimmy: The Beast is slowly getting up while Kahn goes to the outside and grabs Eddie. Kahn whips him into the ring steps.
Fat Tony: Meanwhile Trent gets up and starts exchagning fists with The Beast.
The Beast starts to get knocked towards the ropes, but stops it with a powerslam. Kahn gives Eddie a Spinning DVD on the outside, than slides back into the ring. The Beast and Kahn meet in the middle of gets into a coller & elbow. They seesaw back and forth with the fans approval.
Jimmy: The Beast arms drags Kahn down. Now he locks on a nerve hold. Trent is getting up, but isn't looking to go to The Beast, who seems to have his second wind.
Fat Tony: The Beast saw Trent and let go of the hold, going after last year's IDR winner. Trent stops him with punches to the chest.
Jimmy: Kahn is getting up from the mat as The Beast is getting rocked with punches by Trent. Now the fists are going higher.
Fat Tony: The Beast blocks on towards his face and headbutts Trent. He than turns with Kahn to face who's coming up next.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"King Kill 22" By Marilyn Manson bursts over the PA as New Star appears with his barbed wire wrapped kendo shinai. He grins as he runs to the ring and smacks Kahn upside the head with it. Before he can react, The Beast gets a shot too.
Jimmy: New Star wants another chance at gold. And he's brought his stick to equal things up a little. Well a lot to be honest.
Fat Tony: but the target he wants most is Trent, who's standing up as he speak. New Star winds up.
Huge crowd pop.
Jimmy: VILLAIN! Villain has come down from the rafters behind New Star and yanks the stick out of his hand.
Fat Tony: New Star turns around and recieves a Kryptonite. Villain doesn't let up. He grabs New Star and tosses him
over and out.
Gary Trudeau: New Star has been eliminated!
Jimmy: Villain and New Star fight their way out of here. Trent looks surprised at the interfrence, but shrugs it off.
Fat Tony: What the hell!!! Why Villain Why!?!
Jimmy: Trent goes for a now busted open Kahn. Snap sulpex by Trent. He picks Kahn right back up and DDTs him.
Fat Tony: I am still stuck on Villain. Why would he mess with New Star! WHY!
Jimmy: That opened Kahn up even more. Kahn has been in for about 20 minutes already and losing blood won't wake him up.
Fat Tony: Trent goes to toss Kahn out, but The Beast has gotten up and tries to throw both of them out.
Eddie has finally gotten up, grabs a chair and connects with The Beast's head. That stops The Beast's attempt and gets all three men away from the ropes. Trent takes the stunned Beast down a thrust kick. But Kahn surprises him with an elbow to the back of the head.
Jimmy: Every time Kahn looks just about out cold, he manages to come back. It's a good thing he's not drunk.
Fat Tony: Kahn DDTs Trent. But Eddie steps into the ring and swings the chair a second time, taking out Kahn.
Jimmy: This still makes no sense. Eddie is helping Trent however he can. Do you understand it?
Fat Tony: No.
Eddie leaves the ring again and argues with the refs. Trent is the first one up and looks a bit lost. He grabs Kahn and does an attempt to throw him out, but Kahn is pretty much deadweight and Trent is too tired to power him out. But he keeps trying. The fans start counting down.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
Kade Williams runs threw the curtain, obviously tired from his epic struggle with The Joker earlier...Kade is very tired, and not
even "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D can make him feel better. He steps into the ring, but stops when he hears a loud growl that even comes over his music.
Jimmy: The Beast was slowly getting up until he heard Kade's music and instantly shot up. He charges Kade.
Fat Tony: SPEAR by The Beast and that sends both him and Kade out of the ring.
Gary Trudeau: "Mr.Pist" Kade Williams has been eliminated! The Beast has been eliminated!
Jimmy: That came out of nowhere. The Beast threw his chance away just to hurt Kade Williams in one amazing spot.
Fat Tony: Insane. That leaves just Trent and Kahn in the ring. Trent gave up on throwing Kahn out and is motioning for him to get up.
Jimmy: Kahn is doing exactly that and the fans are rising to their feet to cheer on these two favorites of theirs.
Fat Tony: Here they go.
Trent swings first.
Crowd: TRENT!!!
Kahn responds with a fist of his own.
Crowd: KAHN!!!
Well you can figure the rest from the crowd.
Crowd: TRENT!!! KAHN!!! TRENT!!! KAHN!!! TRENT!!! KAHN!!! TRENT!!! KAHN!!! KAHN!!! KAHN!!!
Kahn grabs Trent and bodyslams him. He bounces off the ropes and lands with a body splash.
Jimmy: Kahn picks Trent up into a DVD. But he's heading for the ropes. Wait, there's Eddie again.
Fat Tony: He jumped onto the apron and is not letting Kahn get past to throw Trent out. Kahn looks really pissed now.
Kahn puts Trent down.
Kahn: That's it motherfuc*er, you're MINE!
Jimmy: Oh sh*t!!!
The commentors clear out of the way as Kahn spears Eddie Von Dorn through the middle ropes and right through the commentary table. The fans start chanting "HOLY SH*T!!!" as Jimmy and Fat Tony get their headsets back on.
Fat Tony: That stuff raises my blood pressure higher than what's safe. Can't we have our booth somewhere else? Like in the back.
Jimmy: Both eddie Von Dorn and Kahn are out cold right on what's left of our table. Trent is getting up in the ring.
Fat Tony: It looks like he's all alone now. But Kahn is still in this. He went through the middle ropes. But his chances are really hurt.
Trent looks around and thinks Kahn is out, so he's does the classic face "Bring It On" as the clock and fans count down.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Sober" by TOOL begins and J.C. Swinger comes out. He walks to the ring, ignoring the fans. He hesistaes for a moment, but gets into the ring. Trent doesn't wait and right away goes for him.
Jimmy: Fisherman's Sulpex by Trent. Swinger is just a bit stunner and gets up quickly, only to get a Spinning DDT.
Fat Tony: The fans are loving they. And they just went more nuts with Tracer hiptossing Swinger out of the ring.
Gary Trudeau: J.C. Swinger has been eliminated!
Jimmy: Well that was easy. Trent has only five left to go, not counting Kahn. I tihnk he can feel his second IDR win coming up.
Fat Tony: Who cares what he's feeling?
Trent Lebeaux paces the ring, waiting for the two minutes to go and for the next guy to come in. The fans quiet down alittle, until it gets till about five seconds left.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine blasts over the PA System and Brett Kage charges through the curtain and into the ring. He quickly flys at Trent and knocks him down with a flying shoulder breaker. He quickly stomps at the former World Champion.
Jimmy: Brett Kage a house of fire as he comes in the fresh man. He doesn't plan to lay down for the former Tracer Bullet.
Fat Tony: Now he's mounted Tracer from behind and is choking him. Why did Trent do that stupid name change.
Jimmy: He explained why eariler tonight. Weren't you listening?
Fat Tony: I tend to block out whatever comes out of Tracer Bullet's mouth.
Jimmy: I wish I had that ability.
Fat Tony: What you getting at?
Jimmy: Nothing.
Fat Tony: Alright.
Kage let's go of the choke and drops a leg on the back of Trent's head. He leaps to do it again, but this time Trent moves out of the way. Nobody is home for Kage. Trent quickly gets up and dropkicks Kage in the face. He than picks up Kage and drops him with a Tiger Driver.
Jimmy: Trent seems to be having fun in this rumble. A series of fists to Kage's skull. Than he picks him up.
Fat Tony: Jumping sidekick by Tracer. Hey wait a minute, Kahn is starting to move over here.
Jimmy: Yes he is. Through Eddie is still out. Tracer trying to toss Kage out, but Kage is blocking it somewhat decently.
Fat Tony: Kage hooks Trent and breaks the attempt with a cruifix pin. They don't count, but it took Trent down.
Kahn sits up and tries to wipe the blood out of his face. In thew ring, Trent and Kage get up and goes into a coller & elbow tieup. Kage puts Trent in a headlock, but Trent shoots him into the ropes and hits him with a savate kick on the way back. He follows up with a bridging German sulpex.
Jimmy: A small wrestling clinic by Trent. But he might wnat to get Kage out of that ring before the next guy comes in.
Fat Tony: He might have heard you. He stands by the ropes and whips Kage into the oppsite side.
Jimmy: Kahn has gotten up and yanks Trent out of the ring before Kage comes back. He forearms Trent down.
Fat Tony: Kahn gets into the ring as the clock runs out.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine starts up over the PA. Justin stands at the top of the entrance way and slowly strolls down to the ring. Finally he dives into the ring. He goes for Kahn and gives him a quick gutwrench suplex.
Jimmy: Justin Vincible has entered the rumble and right away makes an impact. Now he's got Kage and gives him a Full Nelson Slam.
Fat Tony: Before Kage can recover, Justin takes him and throws him out of the ring.
Gary Trudeau: Brett Kage has been eliminated!
Jimmy: Justin mocks the tossed out Kage. But he doesn't see Trent has rentered the ring behind him. Justin turns around and gets a thrust kick to the face.
Fat Tony: Trent loves coming from behind doesn't he? Kahn and him whip Justin into the ropes and give him a double press slam.
Jimmy: That had to hurt. Kahn and Trent wind up and hit with a double punch as Justin gets up.
Fat Tony: They go to toss Justin out, but Justin right away fights and rolls between the ropes out of the ring, saving himself.
Trent tries to go after Justin, but Kahn axehandles him. Kahn than grabs Trent by the hair and gives him a reverse DDT. Justin walks around and gets in the ring from the other side. Kahn turns around and walks into a springboard dropkick by Justin. Justin follows this up with a chop to Kahn's throat.
Jimmy: Justin moves over to Trent and drops an elbow. The Rookie Champion looks real cocky and doesn't seem to want to try throwing either man out.
Fat Tony: He's the freshest in there and the youngest. And hey, Eddie's eyes finally opened.
Jimmy: Well Justin is trying to throw out Trent, but he's having trouble. Trent weakly elbows Justin in the chest to break it up.
Fat Tony: Justin with a bulldog and he gets right into Trent's face, trash talking. He sees Kahn getting up and gives him a Just InSane to keep him down.
Eddie Von Dorn groans as he tries to get up. Justin is taking turns trash talking in the faces of Trent and Kahn. He than picks them both up and irish whips into the ropes. He drops down for a double backdrop, but Kahn and Trent manage to stop and double DDT Justin. The fans pop and than begin to count.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"Better Than You" by Metallica plays and James Rutledge comes out. As he walks down, Justin comes from behind
Trent and Kahn and gives them a double bulldog. When James gets in, Justin right away knees him in the midsection and gives him the
Just Painful.
Jimmy: Oh boy, another quick toss. And there it is.
Gary Trudeau: James Rutledge has been eliminated!
Fat Tony: They're just dropping like flies. Two men left to come out. Justin tells James exactly what he thinks of him.
Jimmy: He turns around and setups Trent up. Vertical sulpex by the Rookie Champion. He than grabs Kahn and trys the same
thing.
Fat Tony: Kahn blocks it and counters with a sulpex of his own. All three men aren't moving at the moment.
Jimmy: The only one up is Eddie, who's back to his spot at ringside. Looks like Justin is the first back up for those in the
ring.
He is, but Kahn isn't far behind. The two get up and exchange punches in the middle of the ring. Kahn winds
up one good and knocks Justin on his ass to a crowd pop. Kahn gives him no chance to recoever, follows up with a dropkick to his
head. Kahn slowly gets up and picks up Justin, gives him a firemen's carry.
Fat Tony: Can you believe Kahn is still in this rumble? My pick to win is Justin, but I do have a bit more respect for Kahn
now.
Jimmy: Trent has also been in there a good amount of time. Kahn drops a knee on Justin's face.
Fat Tony: Kahn picks up Justin and piledrives him onto the mat. But Kahn may be wya too tired to do anything to get Justin
out.
Jimmy: Trent is using the ropes to rise up. Wait there is something going on here.
Fans cheer as John Arthur and WWA Security comes down to ringside. The camera gets close to hear what's
said.
John Arthur: I want Eddie rid of. He's worn out my patience. Get him away.
Fat Tony: Security is taking Eddie and ejecting him from ringside. He worn out his welcome quite well.
Jimmy: While they take Eddie Von Dorn away, in the ring, all three men are up.
Fat Tony: The clock is counting down and it looks like they're going to wait for it.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BUZZZ!!!
"So Much For the Afterglow" by Everclear plays as James Wish charges into the ring. Out of nowhere Trent gives him his Pounding The Pavement.
Jimmy: Ouch. Wait, Kahn grabs Wish...SOBERED!!! Two finishers in a row for poor Wish.
Fat Tony: Looks like it's going to be three. Just Painful by Justin. Justin picks him up and easily throws him over.
Gary Trudeau: James Wish has been eliminated!
Jimmy: Justin turns around, just to get a double clothesline by Trent and Kahn.
Gary Trudeau: Justin Vincible has been eliminated!
Kahn and Trent right away get to exchnaging fists of fury. They are still quite close to the ropes. Justin recovers and leaps up, grabbing Trent and Kahn by the shoulder and pulls them both over the top.
Gary Trudeau: Trent LeBeaux has been eliminated! Riley "Kahn" O'Neil has been eliminated!
Fat Tony: Wait, does this mean what I think it does? Oh boy, Trent and Kahn are pissed off. They chase Justin through the crowd.
Jimmy: It does mean what you think. The man who drew number twenty wins this rumble automatically. And I know exactly who it is.
Fat Tony: Okay, let me see if I can figure it out. Not Trent. Not Kahn. Not Justin. Not New Star. Not Ventressa. Not Ventura... Not The Beast.. Oh no.
Jimmy: Folks, it just hit my friend here. And the clock is counting down.
Fat Tony: Please God no.
10...
9...
8...
Fat Tony: No.
7...
6...
5...
Fat Tony: This can't happen.
4...
3...
2...
Fat Tony: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
1...
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
The arena grows slilence as words are suddenly being chanted upon the PA system as the jumbotron flashes lightning and the white strobes go off around the arena.
Nothing wrong with me
Nothing wrong with me
Nothing wrong with me
Nothing wrong with me
Nothing wrong with me
Suddenly the strobes hit a frantic pace as white phospherous pyrotechnics explode all around the arena as a second part of the chat hits the PA system.
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Suddenly "I won't become the thing I hate" blasts over the PA system as Shaman comes out to the crowds loud cheers and he walks to the ring with purpose.
Jimmy: Just get in that ring and accept your prize Shaman.
Shaman does exactly that, stepping voer the top rope.
DING DING DING
Gary Trudeau: Your winner of the Independence Day Rumble... SHAAAAAAAMAAAAAN!!
Shaman: I told you all I wouldwin this thing! But none of you guys in the back took me serious enough. Well all hell's broken
loose. Shaman has another shot at the Heavyweight Title and I'm gonna get it this time by the cleanest method possible and that way
is....
Shaman holds the mic to the fans who scream...
Crowd: By any means Necessary!!
Shaman nods in agreement.
Shaman: Your damn right. I'm coming for the title now.
Shaman tosses the mic to the side casually and makes his way to the back.
Jimmy: Amazing. This was a rumble to rememeber.
Fat Tony: Except for the fact that Shaman won! What the hell! I would rather have had Tracer win!
Jimmy: Trent?
Fat Tony: Him too! This sucks!
Jimmy: I am being told that... (holds his ear piece) Yes... There is some action in the back!
Jimmy: Oh yeah!!! Villain is tearing New Star a "new" ass! This is great!
Fat Tony: This is SO THE OPPOSITE of great! Get up New! Do something!
Jimmy: What the hell is New Star's problem! He is getting the crap beaten from his worthless body!
Fat Tony: Villain is just tossing gasoline on the fire baby! Look at Villain, he's unsure of himself. New Star has
taken his best shots and he is laughing about it!
Fat Tony: HA!!! This is more like it! Sabbat dressed now and tosses New his barbed wire shinai! NOW!!! It is pain time!
Jimmy: This is wrong!!! Someone anyone!!!
Harrington: ENOUGH!!!!
Fat Tony: What the hell!!?!!
Jimmy: President Harrington? Wha-
Fat Tony: Harrington deserves everything he is getting!
Jimmy: What are you kidding?!? He pays your bills you ungrateful pig! And that's not a match, we need to watch Denrol/Ventressa!
Fat Tony: yeah yeah... Whatever! Harrington is bleeding now!!!
Jimmy: This is the worst thing I have ever seen! President Harrington was just attacked and mauled by Star Station X!!!
Fat Tony: What are you blind! He is the one that attacked them!
Jimmy: He was simply protecting one of his wrestlers from sure injury!
Fat Tony: Yeah whatever! Speaking of sure injury! Let's move on to the next match, I can't wait to see Cage get
maimed!
Gary Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! This contest is scheduled for one fall, and has a
sixty-minute time limit!
SIZE
DOES
MATTER
Gary Trudeau: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the challenger... hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 390 pounds...
the winner of the 2001 Bourbon Street Brawl...CRAAAVEN... MOOOOOORE!!!
Gary Trudeau: His opponent, the WWA World Heavyweight Champion... hailing from Buffalo New York and weighing in at
two-hundred and ninety-one pounds... SHAAAWN... CAAAGE!!!
Let the bodies hit the floor...
Let the bodies hit the floor...
Let the bodies hit the floor...
Let the bodies hit the....FLOOR!!!
Cage: Don't you worry none folks... bodies will be hitting the floor soon enough!
Cage: Before that, I just wanna say that I'm a little sick and tired of seeing people like Vik Ventressa and Denrol run
in and ruin matches. I mean, after all, this is the Independence Day Rumble. Moore, I'm sure you know what independence means, you
with your Texas pride and all. But, let me introduce to you a man who would like to elaborate on that word just a little bit longer.
Ladies and gents, give it up for the Head Booker... John Arthur!!
Jimmy: Here comes the Head Booker! He is making waves in the WWA!
Fat Tony: : Aw crap...
John Arthur: Indeed, this is the Independence Day Rumble, and to stay true to the meaning of that word, independence,
I've have saw to it that this match will be one on one. So, just to make things a little more clearer, every employee of the WWA
is barred from ringside, hell even myself! From the time that bell rings to start the match, from the time it rings to end the
match, the only people in and around that ring better be Cage, Moore and the frickin' referee. Announcers, you keep your asses
in your seats! I don't care if you're a wrestler, a road agent, hell I don't care if you're the guy sweeping up the aisles, if I
see any one of you coming near that ring, YOU'RE FIRED!!
John Arthur: So, people like Star Station-X... well, if you know what's good for you and you wanna keep your jobs,
you'll keep your punk asses in the back and watch the match from a monitor just like everyone else! However, to even things up a
little bit, I've also taken it upon myself to have this match changed to... A NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH!!!
John Arthur: Craven, doesn't look like you mind, and Cage, doesn't seem like you have a problem with it, so gentlemen,
don't let me interfere, LET'S GET IT ON!!!
DING, DING!
Fat Tony: : What is it with these WWA officials tonight? First he makes the tag team match No-DQ, then Harrington
tries to take on SSX, now Arthur make a no DQ for the Workd Title! Have they been watching their ECW DVDs too much or something?
Jimmy: I dunno, Tony, but the fans are loving it!
Jimmy: The size difference may not be much, but Craven Moore using every inch of it to his advantage!
Fat Tony: : Perfectly legal in this kinda match, I'd like to add!
Jimmy: Both men rolling around on the ramp now!
Fat Tony: : You think this'll even make it into the ring?
Jimmy: Craven Moore stamping his authority on this match already!
Fat Tony: : Cage better fight back soon or he won't be able to!
Jimmy: Moore has Cage up... SNAKE EYES on the ring apron!
Fat Tony: : That attack by Denrol doesn't seem to have affected Moore all that much. He lifted Cage with ease!
Jimmy: That may be so, but the match just started! This is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint!
Fat Tony: : Point taken. But Moore's in the lead at the moment!
Jimmy: BOOM! Right into the steel stairs!
Fat Tony: : That's gonna be murder, even for a guy the size of Cage! Look at how hard he hit the stairs!
Jimmy: Excellent strategy here by the near four-hundred pound challenger!
Fat Tony: : You said it! With that much weight to bring to bear, even a simple rear-chinlock's gonna hurt like Hell!
Fat Tony: : Y'know, Cage's neck is gonna be twisted like a pretzel pretty soon!
Jimmy: Moore's setting him up for the Moorelock, obviously!
Jimmy: Shawn Cage isn't gonna give up his championship lightly.
Fat Tony: : That may be true, but he better quit soon! Look at the intensity in the eyes of Moore!
Jimmy: Quite a different Craven Moore to the last time we saw him in a singles match, eh Tony?
Fat Tony: : Sure is! He finally realised that pandering to the fans was holding him back! This new vicious side is one I whole-heartedly approve of!
Fat Tony: : Now most people wouldn't be able to hurt you like that. But Moore's feet are what, a size twenty-five, thirty?
Jimmy: And he has a lot of force behind them! He wants that title bad, Tony.
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Fat Tony: : Way too early for a pin attempt. Did Cage break into Kahn's stash or something?
Jimmy: Grinding away at Moore's ears!
Fat Tony: : Solid technical maneuver, the side-headlock.
Jimmy: Shawn Cage pulling a few moves out of the Jeff Hardy bag tonight!
Fat Tony: : Oh yeah! But he better be careful he doesn't break his own damn neck!
Fat Tony: : May I remidn everyone that this perfectly legal? Cage unleashed a monster when he got Harrington to throw the rulebook out the window!
Jimmy: That's gotta be like messing with a freight train! An angry freight train, at that!
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Jimmy: How is Shawn Cage fighting this? Moore applying so much pressure I'm surprised he still has a head attached to his neck!
Fat Tony: : What the Hell? I thought this was a no-DQ match?
Jimmy: Maybe he wants the fans to see a match instead of a fight, Tony.
Fat Tony: : I guess. But Craven's smart, he held on until the ref made him break the hold!
Jimmy: Moore going for the powerbomb!
Fat Tony: : That's gonna take a lot out of Cage.
Jimmy: It'll take a lot out of Moore, too! Remember, he may fly like one at times, but Cage is no cruiserweight!
Fat Tony: : All the force of a jack-knifed eighteen-wheeler! Pin him, Craven!
Jimmy: That works on that neck area but good. Moore is just brutality personified tonight!
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Jimmy: Look at the muscles in Moore's neck! They're like iron bars!
Fat Tony: : I don't think I've ever seen a WWA competitor so aggressive. Moore is really jacked up for this match! I think that sneak-attack by Denrol earlier in the night just ticked him off!
Jimmy: One mistake is all it takes!
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Jimmy: Shawn Cage is a house on fire!
Jimmy: Shades of The Rock there!
Fat Tony: : You said it. Come back, Rocky! All is forgiven!
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KICKOUT!
Jimmy: Wow!
Fat Tony: : Craven Moore is such an explosive talent. It's gonna take a lot more than that to keep him down, Cage.
Jimmy: Cage setting Moore up for a powerbomb of his own here…
Fat Tony: : Hah! Shawn Cage looks like roadkill out there!
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Jimmy: Yowch! Cage isn't going to be so pretty after tonight!
Jimmy: Moore showing no mercy!
Fat Tony: : He smells blood, Jimmy! He's like a shark closing in for the kill!
Jimmy: That's gonna be agony for Cage!
Fat Tony: : You said it, Jimmy! He's choking on his own blood, Moore's been brutalising his neck all night… I can't see him lasting much longer! We better start warming the belt up for Moore now!
Fat Tony: : That's got to be enough for the win!
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KICKOUT!
Jimmy: Moore not a happy man!
Fat Tony: : He has reason to be! I'm sure that was a three-count!
Fat Tony: : Need I remind you again? That was per…
Jimmy: Perfectly legal in this match, I know.
Fat Tony: : Moore is about to snap! He's determined to break Cage in two!
Jimmy: Moore wasting a lot of time here…
Fat Tony: : Wasting a lot of time? What are you talking about? Moore has this one won, Jimmy! He can afford to showboat a little!
Jimmy: That's appalling! That could break Cage's neck! The human body is a very delicate piece of equipment!
Fat Tony: : Ah, quit cryin'. Cage is a big boy. He knew what he was taking on when he signed up for this match!
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Fat Tony: : Stop wasting time, Moore! Go in for the kill!
Jimmy: This is gonna hurt!
WHACKT!
CLANKT!
THWACKT!
Jimmy: 357 DDT!
Jimmy: How's about this for turnabout? Most matches we see it's Cage's knee getting a workout!
Jimmy: Shawn Cage has the ball firmly in his court now.
Fat Tony: : You said it, but he had to cheat to do it! He oughta be disqualified for those chairshots!
Jimmy: You've said it yourself: this is a no-DQ match!
Fat Tony: : Damn Harrington…
Crowd: One, two, three!
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KICKOUT!
Jimmy: One of Cage's trademark moves! He beat Tracer Bullet with this move!
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Fat Tony: : Cage has been pancaked!
Fat Tony: : Classic! Just classic! Blind your foe, he can't fight back! Classic!
Jimmy: Moore saying this one is over!
Fat Tony: : Man, this is gonna be painful! Someone call the FAA!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy: An awesome move!
Fat Tony: : You know, everyone keeps talking about Craven Moore, being a pure power wrestler, but he's not. I see him as more of a Mike Awesome than a Kevin Nash.
Jimmy: What, because he knows more than three moves?
Fat Tony: : Ah, shut up.
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Jimmy: We nearly had a new champ there!
Fat Tony: : Nearly? That was so close it needs a new word to describe it!
Jimmy: Wow! What a counter!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Fat Tony: : Jeremy Martin, the Polaris missile!
Jimmy: Very funny, Tony. Folks, that was incredible! A two-hundred and ninety-pound man just went airborne like he was a luchador!
Fat Tony: : I thought this was no-DQ, no-countout?
Jimmy: I think he's counting for the no-contest, Tony. I think this is as much as we get! Both men are laid out here!
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Jimmy: Craven Moore is stirring first!
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Jimmy: Folks, this is a WAR!
Jimmy: Total lack of respect for the WWA champion!
Fat Tony: : I know! It's great!
Jimmy: This isn't a match, it's a pre-meditated assault!
Jimmy: Shawn Cage is almost dead! There's no other words that can describe it!
Fat Tony: : We've got a new champion, ladies and gentlemen!
Jimmy: Cage is insane! He simply will not tap!
Fat Tony: : Does this man feel no pain?!?
Jimmy: He's been fighting over twenty minutes with a broken nose, he's suffered untold punishment at the hands of the monster from Houston, Texas… he has the heart of a true champion!
Jimmy: Oh my God! Oh my God! Cage broke the Moorelock! He broke the Moorelock! No-one's ever done that!
Jimmy: This is turning into a bar-room brawl again!
Fat Tony: : And we all know Texans are good at bar-room brawls, right?
Jimmy: Wow! Incredible strength by the champion!
Fat Tony: : He just hit an implant DDT on the concrete! Moore may have a broken neck! Stop the match!
Jimmy: Folks, I must re-iterate, that's three-hundred-and-ninety pounds he just lifted there! Cage is an incredible athlete!
Fat Tony: : Was that your way of saying "don't try this at home", Jimmy?
Fat Tony: : What now?
Jimmy: Shawn Cage is getting a little wood!
Jimmy: This doesn't bode well for anyone!
Fat Tony: : What the Hell is Cage playing at?
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy: My God! The strength of Shawn Cage is incredible! That's almost four-hundred pounds of powerbomb!
Fat Tony: : I'm just glad we weren't under it!
Jimmy: Shawn Cage may have done untold damage to his back!
Fat Tony: : You said it! Cage is an idiot! He doesn't care about his career, he only cares about beating Moore!
Jimmy: Aftershock! You know what this means!
Fat Tony: : NOOO!!! Moore, get up! Get up!
Jimmy: And Shawn Cage telling us he wants to take this one home!
Fat Tony: : Come on Craven! You've fought so hard! Don't lose it now!
Crowd: CAGE RULES! CAGE RULES! CAGE RULES!
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3!!!
Jimmy: It's three, it's three, we have a winner! Shawn Cage wins!
Jimmy: Folks, what Shawn Cage just said was true. No interference, no run-ins... Moore lost this fair and square!
Fat Tony: : Whaddaya mean? Denrol attacked Moore before the match! How is that fair!?!
Jimmy: You have a point. Join us on Meltdown to see the repercusssions! Folks, we're outta time, goodnight!
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Jackson Kraven and Jake Spade (c) -vs- Veteranz - John Arthur
Denrol -vs- Vik Ventressa - Mark Harrignton and Sean Thompson
IDR: Joe Stock
World Title Match: Shawn Cage -vs- Craven Moore - John Arthur