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Tuesday July 2nd 2002
No Intro plays as we immediately cut backstage at the Charlotte Coliseum in North Carolina. The New Adam, Max Mancuso, and Simon Fury are sitting in their locker room. Across the room, shrouded in the shadows is a large man whose face is completely hidden in the dark.
Man: Remember the plan?
All three men shift uncomfortably in their seats.
Fury: Yeah…are you sure it'll go down like that?
Man: Don't question me. Of course I am. He's too arrogant to let us do that without trying to stop us.
Mancuso: He's got a point, Simon.
Fury nods cautiously in acknowledgment. Then an inquisitive look splatters onto his face.
Fury: And you don't want us to touch Flaws at all?
Man: No. I'll handle that.
Adam: What kind of contingencies are we allowed?
The man in the shadows leans back, engulfing himself even more into the shadows.
Man: Contingencies? Adam, you sound as if you think my plan won't work.
Adam: I don't like to be unprepared.
The man leans forward, revealing his massive frame, but the shadows, as if on cue, still dance around his face, shrouding his features.
Man: Well you are prepared. Very prepared. Because everything WILL go down as I have planned. You are allowed NO contingencies. Do NOT falter from the plan. Tonight is our night gentlemen. Tonight is the night the IPWA shakes the foundations here. Tonight is the night that the EWA will never forget, and tonight is the night when Flaws MUST begin to understand the severity of this situation.
Fury pops his knuckles, and then forces his head from side to side, releasing a sickening “POP” from his neck.
Fury: Okay then. We will handle our part, you can count on that. Hurting people is kinda a hobby of mine.
The man lets outs boisterous chuckle.
Man: Why do you think you were the first ones I called? Just make sure that its done precisely as I have instructed. Make sure you take out the people that I have instructed, AND in the order I have instructed.
Mancuso finishes tying his wrestling boot, and looks up at the shrouded man.
Mancuso: Come on, Boss. Aren't we allowed any fun?
Seemingly agitated, the man stands up, still covered in the shadows, and puts his massive hand over the camera lens.
Man: Fun, Max? FUN!? My friend…
The camera is shoved to the ground. Fury, Mancuso, and Adam scurry as the bigger man clombers his way through the locker room.
…the fun is just about to begin.
(The Intro video to Blitz plays)
BA: WELCOME EVERYONE TO EWA BLITZ.!!! WE HAVE A JAM PACKED SHOW TONIGHT FOR YOU, RIGHT HERE IN THE HEART OF NORTH CAROLINA!
MR D: Flair Country Bill, Flair Country!
BA: Not tonight D. Tonight, it's all about the EWA. Let's get right on with th action, as we see two great tage teams battle it out once again.
MrD: HHAHAHAH. You forget to mention the ONLY TWO tag teams in the EWA Bill!
As the opening of Monster Magnets " Live for the Moment" comes on, Fight Club emerges from the locker room. As always Jake Logan is in front wearing his " Logan Wrestling Academy" T-shirt and cargo shorts. Behind him is Sebastian Knight, who in an unusal show of unity, is also wearing a " Logan Wrestling Academy" t-shirt with his ripped jean shorts. The team both crawl under the bottom ropes and turn, facing the entance, waiting for the Animals.
This Means War by Busta Rhymes and Ozzy Osbourne blasts over the PA system to phenomenal cheers by the crowd.
THIS MEANS WAR…
The Animals walk down to the ring with red and blue strobes flashing
around them and pyros blasting off behind them.
Take A Look Inside…
You Can't Run And You Can't Hide…
If You Cross My Path..
I'll Make Sure You Feel My Wraith…
The Animal's stand on opposite turnbuckles to each other and raise their
fists to the crowd. They get down and stare down their opponents.
BA: Knight starts the match against Austin and tries to get in
some of his brawling. I don't know how smart this is, both teams are brawlers.
Knight eyerakes Austin, then follows with a drop toe hold on the bottom
rope. Austin smashes to the mat, then bounces right back up. He charges Knight, but gets a boot to the stomach, and then a huge DDT.
BA: It looks like Knight knows how much this match means.
Mr. D: You're right! Knight is showing more aggression than last match.
BA: What is he doing now!?
Knight climbs on top of Austin and begins pounding away as Logan tries to recollect himself after the vicious DDT.
BA: Big Daddy makes the save!
Mr. D: Yeah, but here comes Logan.
Logan tosses Big Daddy over the top rope with a clothesline. Knight drags Austin to his feet,
then whips his opponent into his corner and tags Logan, they
both kick and punch the animal in the corner and the Knight leaves.
Logan suprises the still stunned Austin with a quick German suplex that launches
the Animal close to the feet of Sebastion Knight. Quickly Logan goes for the
Detention Cobra Clutch and hooks it in.
BA: For no reason Knight reaches out and tags his partner forcing the ref to break the hold.
Mr. D: What the!? It looks like Logan might have had this one finished early on.
BA: Looks like a little friction is brewing here. Logan is visibly upset. It looks like he thinks that he had the match but leaves the ring nonetheless.
Knight once again begins brawling but this time Austin blocks a huge right hand and starts wailing on Knight. Logan watches momentarily as his partner gets pounded again
And again
And again
And again
Logan rushes into the ring, but gets caught by the referee. Big Daddy Animal takes advantage and enters the ring. The Animals double team Knight, whipping him into the turnbuckle…
BA: BDA whips Austin into the opponent for the Super Corner Splash!!!
Mr. D: A little tangent Tag action by the Animals! I'm impressed.
BA: Well…did I actually hear you say something nice about someone?
Mr. D: Hell no, Bill. You must have been day dreaming.
The referee gets Logan out of the ring before noticing both Animals in the ring. He rushes over and grabs Austin, forcing him out of the ring.
BA: looks like the ref is a little confused here, Austin is the legal man.
Knight gets hammered in the corner with BDA's huge ham-bone sized fists. Knight crumbles to the mat. BDA kicks Knight over to his stomach and goes for a leg drop but Knight manages to move at the last second.
BA: BDA is holding his leg in pain.
Mr. D: Should have made sure Knight wasn't going to move.
BA: You just said something good about them, are you just compensating for that by bashing them now?
Mr. D: Mind your business Bill.
BA: Knight powders out to the outside. Austin hops from the ring apron and follows.
Knight grabs a chair and takes swing at Austin as he comes around the corner. Austin moves and the chair smacks the steel post. Knight raises the chair again, but Austin counters by Drop Kicking the chair into Knight's face. Austin grabs Knight and rolls him back into the ring.
BA: Knight crawling towards his corner. BDA going towards his.
Mr. D: Ahhh…gratuitous simultaneous tag.
BA: Shut up, D! Both Men Get the tag!!!
Mr. D: Told you.
Logan charges at Austin as BDA and Knight exit the ring for a breather. Austin drops to his back, grabs Logan's feet, and counters with a Rolling Boston Crab.
BA: Austin with a quick counter. Logan is screaming in pain.
Mr. D: The referee asking Logan if he wants to give it up.
BA: I think we both know the answer to that one.
Mr. D: Yes?
BA: no, D. Not yes.
Logan shakes his head `no'. He starts pulling himself towards the rope, and reaches. The referee starts going behind Austin to see if Logan gets the rope, but Austin lets go of one leg and grabs the referee.
BA: Logan gets the rope, but Austin has the referee tied up!
Mr. D: Strategy, Bill. Strategy.
BA: If that is what you want to call it.
BDA hops from the apron and walks over to Logan, who is clutching the rope for his dear life. BDA plants a huge right to Logan's head, forcing him to let go of the rope. Austin lets the referee go, who looks suspiciously at BDA.
BA: The referee warning BDA to stay in his corner.
Mr. D: He didn't do anything.
BA: No one is stupid enough to believe you, D. Give it up.
Logan straightens his legs, breaking the Boston Crab. He pulls himself to the ropes, and quickly drops of the apron.
BA: Logan runs to the announce table and gets a chair.
Austin follows and starts to work Logan over with a devastating series of punches to the head.
Logan blocks the final punch, and rolls back into the ring.
BA: Logan running from Austin Animal!
Mr. D: Why!? He has the chair.
BA: Who knows, this isn't a no-DQ match. I hope he knows that.
Logan raises the chair as Austin rolls into the ring.
BA: It looks like Logan doesn't care about being DQ'ed.
Mr. D: Will they still have to split if the get disqualified?
BA: I should think so, D.
Austin raises his arms in defense, Logan raises the chair high into the air…
THWACK!
BA: GOOD GOD! WHAT WAS THAT!?
Mr. D: Logan just leveled Knight! He just leveled his own partner!
BA: What in the hell is going on here!?
Mr. D: It looks like the EWA has just lost a tag team, that is what is going on!
Logan drops the chair on the mat with a sadistic grin as both Animals look on in disbelief. Logan picks Knight up by the hair, hooks his leg and picks him up as if to do a Fisherman's Suplex, but
instead he spins Knight around until he is facing him and drops him in a sitout piledriver.
BA: the Dismissal!! Dismissal!!
Logan then puts the chair over Knights head and signals for Austin
to go to the top rope. Austin hits the E.L.E and the rolls over to tag BDA as Logan walks out on his partner.
BDA walks over to Knight, drags him to his feet, grabs him, and tosses him across the ring…
BA: DADDY DROP! DADDY DROP! Knight has been destroyed here by his opponents, AND his partner!
BDA tags Austin back in. Austin covers Knight.
BA: I think this one is elementary.
Mr. D: Yeah if Knight gets up, it'd be a miracle.
Ref: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ding ding ding.
Logan watches from underneath the psychotron as the Animals celebrate their victory.
BA: What a despicable human being.
Mr. D: Actually…I kind of like him.
Logan turns towards the curtain as the Animals continue to celebrate.
THWACK!
A chairshot comes from behind the curtain. Logan drops like a sack of potatoes.
BA: What the hell!?
Mr. D: That sounded like it just split his head wide open!
The IPWA, Mancuso, Fury, and The New Adam emerge. The crowd erupts in boos. Fury is holding a chair that has a perfect indention of Logan's head dented into it.
BA: What the hell do these guys want!?
Mr. D: I don't like this, Bill. I don't like this one bit.
BA: Honestly Bill I don't think anyone does!
Mancuso grabs Logan and lifts him to his feet. The Animals look on from the ring. Mancuso slams Logan onto the steel ramp with a sickening spinebuster. Fury has a microphone. The Animals start up the stage.
Fury: Stop right there! Don't be a hero!
The Animals stop.
BA: Don't stop, Like him or not, Logan is a member of the EWA! Help him out!
Mr. D: I don't know if they can after that match.
Fury: We're not here for you, not tonight. It would be in your best interest to exit by the side exit there, and not get involved, understand!?
Adam makes his way in front of Fury, daring The Animals to try something. The Animals, exhausted from their match exit from the side. Fury stands over Logan, who is rolling on the floor, clutching his back.
BA: NO! The Animals Left! And look at these guys, those arrogant Bastards. Can We get some help here!?!
Mr. D: I don't know if anyone can help. These men aren't here to wrestle, Bill, they are here to destroy people.
Fury: We were going to take you and your partner out, but it looks like you've already taken care of him. But now we've got all this aggression, and only one person to take it out on. Sucks for you.
Adam grabs Logan and drags him to his feet. Adam holds Logan's hands behind him as Fury grabs the chair.
BA: OH!
THWACK!
BA: GOD!
THWACK!
BA: HELP!
THWACK!
BA: US!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Fury drops the chair, and signals for Adam to do the Butterfly Piledriver!
BA: GOD NO!! FOURTH REICH! HE MIGHT HAVE BROKEN HIS NECK WITH THAT BUTTERFLY PILEDRIVER!! These Men Aren't Human! They're Evil, They're Devils! God Help Us All!
Mr. D: Fans, I know I'm not the best liked person here in this company, but I honestly speak for everyone when I say I'm sorry you are having to see this.
Mancuso acts like he is kicking dirt over the fallen Logan. Fury grabs the microphone.
Fury: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you to the first edition of IPWA Blitz!
The Crowd erupts in boos.
Fury: Music to my ears. Sit back and enjoy…you'll be seeing a lot of us tonight.
The crowd continues the deafening chorus of boos as the three men disappear behind the curtain.
BA: what does that mean? What are they up to!?
Mr. D: I don't know, but I don't feel entirely safe here tonight.
(commercials)
B.A.: Welcome back from that short pause ladies and gentlemen, and during the break our cameras made their way out to the parking area where we have word that the EWA World Champion, Truck Maloy, has arrived here at the Bateman Center!!!
( The camera cuts to the parking area where Marcus Allen takes a slight jog to the black rig of Mac Maloy's. Marcus stops and raps on the camper door. A minute passes without an answer and Marcus knocks again. Again nobody answers the door when a man wearing a black t-shirt with the EWA logo on it enters the camera's view. He's holding a round cylinder with a hose coming out two pressure gauges.)
Staff member: If your looking for The Champ he's already gone inside.
Marcus Allen: When?
Staff member: About five minutes ago after he asked me to put some air in his tires.
Marcus Allen: Thanks bud.
( Marcus pats the man on the shoulder as he and the camera crew rush past him to the outer doors and go back into the arena. As Marcus and the outside crew get inside the camera cuts back to B.A. and Mr.D. at the commentary position along ringside.)
Mr.D.: Looks like Marcus was a little slow on the ball! I always said he wasn't much of a journalist!
B.A.: A day late and a dollar short but I'm sure Marcus will be able to find his way back to Truck's dressing room!!
(The lights die as smoke fills the entranceway.... the heavy bass guitar riffs start to play.... a mini laser show plays through the smoke, as a deep, thudding can be heard.... almost like a heartbeat....
THUD THUD
THUD THUD
THUD..
(The heartbeat flatlines as "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park blasts over the public address system.... The chorus RIPS out, as Lomax appears through the
Smoke)
JUST LIKE BEFORE......
(Pyro erupts as the song goes)
***BOOM***
EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME!
BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE...and I'm about to break...
I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREATHE
COS IM ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE...and I'm about to break..
(Ty is standing in the entrance, arms raised about waist height, his body looking huge in the shadowy, glimmering light)
B.A.: TY LOMAX, THE NEWCOMER, AND A WHAT A FLASHY ENTRANCE HE'S PUT TOGETHER!!! LETS SEE IF HE CAN PUT TOGETHER A WRESTLING MATCH JUST AS FLASHY!!!
Mr.D.: Well he may look good coming down to the ring but Damian Smith looks good in the ring. Lomax is gonna start paying his dues here tonight.
( "Of Wolf & Man" interrupts the music of Lomax as Damian Smith appears on the stage with a large blast of blue and red pyrotechniques. Smith where's his Union Jack wrestling tights as usual. Smith slowly makes his way down to the ring and walks up the ring steps. Smith wipes his feet on the outer apron and then makes his way into the ring. Referee Bill Williams signals for the bell and the two men approach each other in the center of the ring. Lomax begins to taunt Smith first verbally then Smith answers back. Lomax begins his second monologue with Smith when Damian reaches up and slaps Lomax across the face. Lomax slowly turns his head back to Smith, who stands with a wide white smile on his face. Lomax's head is followed by a swift right hand punch that lands across Smith's cheek.)
B.A.: DAMIAN SMITH LAYS A LITTLE INSULT ON THE FACE OF LOMAX AND LOMAX DIDN'T TAKE TO KINDLY TO THAT!!!
( Smith fires back with a punch then Ty gives one back in trade. They throw blow for blow when Lomax gets an extra punch in before Smith can answer back. Lomax hits another then another and Smith begins rocking backward with each impact. Damian's progress is stopped as he rocks back into the stage side ring ropes. Lomax reaches in grabbing a wrist and Irish whips Smith across the ring. Lomax goes for a hard clothesline but Smith ducks under as he rushes to the ropes on the other side. Lomax turns back to the oncoming opponent and leaps into the air for a dropkick but Smith stops in his tracks just out of range of Ty's feet and Lomax's back, neck and head slam on the canvass. Smith grabs Lomax's feet and puts him in a textbook Texas Cover Leaf.)
Mr.D.: THE CLOVER LEAF!!!! HE'S GONNA SUBMIT!!!
B.A.: HE CERTAINLY MAY!!! THIS IS THE MOVE THAT SHOULD HAVE ONE DAMIAN SMITH THE EUROAMERICAN TITLE!!!
( Bill Williams drops to the mat at Ty Lomax's face and begins asking for the submission. Lomax shakes his head as he grunts and winces in pain. Smith sits deep into the submission when he hears Lomax sound off with an emphatic "no". Lomax begins to scream and lifts his torso off the mat. Lomax puts one hand forward on the mat and begins to pull himself and Smith across the ring. Lomax puts another hand then another until he's just out of reach of the ropes. Ty's torso flops back to the canvass as his upper body becomes exhausted. Lomax lifts a hand into the air and holds it hovering just over the mat.)
Mr.D.: HE'S TAPPING!!!HE'S TAPPING!!!
B.A.: HE HASN'T TAPPED YET!!!
( Smith sits back down into the submission and Lomax's hand stops hovering and reaches out for the ropes. Ty stretches his arm to the limit when he gets an index finger around the bottom rope. Williams decides its enough for the break and jumps off the mat and starts the break count. Smith refuses to break and then as Williams points a finger in his face he drops Lomax's feet to the canvass. Smith gets in the face of Williams and begins to curse him as Ty Lomax rolls out of the ring on the stage side and onto the floor. Smith tries backing Williams up with his intimidating words but Williams refuses to budge as he points at his zebra striped shirt and the EWA logo. Williams fires back at Smith with a finger in his face and Smith throws his hands out to his side and begins backing up trying not to risk a disqualification. Lomax walks the pain out of his leg and then gets up on the apron. Lomax see's Smith inching closer and closer when Damian finishes his argument and turns back toward the stage side of the ring. Ty reaches inside the ring and grabs Damian by the back of the head and drops down to the floor pulling Smith's throat down onto the top rope. Smith falls flat on his back and Lomax reaches in and grabs the feet of Damian. He drags Smith out onto the floor and Irish whips him into the steel steps. Damian's back collides with the hard steel dislodging the top part of the steps.)
Mr.D.: HEY THIS ISN'T AND EXTREME MATCH!! WILLIAMS SHOULD DQ HIS ASS RIGHT NOW!!!
B.A.: IT'S NOT EXACTLY LEGAL BUT NOT QUITE ILLEGAL EITHER!!!
Mr.D.: Well if its' not legal then it has to be illegal!!
B.A.: It's still in the gray area!!
( Lomax grabs the back of Damians head and slams it down into the bottom steel steps. Smith's head bounces off the metal and he grabs his face as he falls back tot he floor. Lomax helps Smith back to his feet and rolls him in the ring. Smith lays on his back holding his face as Lomax gets up on the apron on the outside. Lomax stops on the apron and climbs the turnbuckles from the outside until he is standing on the top ropes watching as Damian slowly begins to get to his feet. Just before Smith gets vertical Lomax leaps into the air and hits Smith with a Missile Dropkick. Smith crashes to the mat in the center of the ring as Ty quickly gets back to his feet. He spots Smith and then sprints to the ropes. Ty springboards off the middle ropes flipping backward and hits Damian with a Lionsault maneuver. Lomax hooks a leg for the cover.)
B.A.: MY GOD THIS MATCH JUST HIT 5TH GEAR AS TY LOMAX TAKES IT TO THE VETERAN DAMIAN SMITH!! COULD BE OVER HERE!!!
Referee Bill Williams: 1...2...(kick out)
B.A.: DAMIAN SMITH MANAGES TO GET A SHOULDER UP!!! MY GOD WHAT AGILITY BY THIS SIX FOOT THREE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDER!!!!
( Lomax gets back to a standing position and reaches down pulling Smith up to his knees. Smith takes a desperation shot and lands a couple of elbows to Lomax's midsection. Lomax crouches over in pain and Smith takes Lomax down with a Fireman's Carry followed by a reverse chinlock.. Smith drops his elbow slightly trying to get a choke in to cut off some of Lomax's wind. Williams asks again for the submission from Ty but Lomax refuses to give up.)
Mr.D.: Now this is what a veteran brings to the table!! He's not going to let Ty Lomax wrestle his kind of match!!
B.A.: Damian Smith is a true veteran there is no doubt about that!! He knows the ring and how to use it to his advantage!!
( Lomax begins to fade slightly then shoots a fist into the air and begins pumping it in time. The crowd answers back at his call clapping their hands together. Lomax turns his body and manages to get up to knee with Damian still holding in the chinlock. Lomax shoots an elbow of his own into Smith's stomach and Smith is forced to separate. Lomax shoots to the near ropes and rebounds but Damian quickly floors Lomax back to the mat with a heavy clothesline. Smith reaches down and picks Lomax up by the head. Damian shoves Ty's head down into a standing head scissors and lifts his lower body up trying for a piledriver but Lomax kicks his feet wildly in the air cause Smith to drop Lomax back down and Ty uses his upper body strength and flips Smith over with a Back Body Drop. Lomax falls to a knee and gasps for air as Smith lays behind him. Lomax slowly stumbles over to the near turnbuckles and begins to climb. He reaches the top facing the crowd and leaps and flips in the air. Lomax crash lands on his target, Damian Smith, with a Massive High Moonsault. Lomax bounces off Smith's body and he balls up in the fetal position feeling the effects of the moonsault himself.)
B.A.: MY GOD WHAT A MANEUVER!! LOMAX IS NO CRUISERWEIGHT AND WHEN HE GOES FOR MOVES LIKE THAT HE TAKES AN AWFUL CHANCE OF HURTING HIMSELF!!! HE SACRIFICES LIFE AND LIMB!!!
( Lomax gets back to his feet still grasping his midsection and falls on top of Smith. Referee Bill Williams drops to the mat.)
B.A.: A COVER!!
Referee Bill Williams: 1....2...(kick out)
Mr.D.: HE KICKED OUT!!!
B.A.: THAT HE DID!! WHAT A SHOW OF DETERMINATION BY THE WOLF!!! THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!!
( Lomax struggles back to his feet as does Smith. Smith fires a slow right hand at Lomax and hammers him in the face. Lomax rocks backward and then answers back with a haymaker of his own. Smith goes back on the offensive and brings a knee up into the already tender midsection of Ty Lomax. Lomax buckles as Smith fires toward the near ropes and rebounds off attempting a running lariat but Lomax ducks under and catches Smith around the waist. Lomax roars as he lifts Damian up in the center of the ring and then drops him down with a Side Back Breaker. Lomax does his best to get back up and grabs the legs of The Wolf. Lomax entangles his legs in Smith's and flips him over into the Sharpshooter.)
B.A.: A DEVASTATING BACK BREAKER AND LOMAX HAS SMITH IN THE SHARPSHOOTER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!! DOES THE WOLF HAVE ENOUGH TO GET OUT!!!!
Mr.D.: I HOPE HE DOES!!! COME ON WOLF!!!
( Williams drops to the canvass in front of Smith and asks for the submission. Smith doesn't reply just breathes heavily and grimaces in pain. The grimace quickly fades away until Smith show's no signs of life on his face. Williams asks for the submission again but Smith doesn't answer. Williams lifts up the arm of Damian Smith and lets it fall back to the mat. Williams shouts the count of one over to the timekeeper and then grabs Smith's wrist again. Smith's arm falls back to the mat as Williams shouts the count of two. Williams lifts Smith's hand one final time and lets go. Damian's arm falls limp back to the canvass and Bill Williams leaps off the mat and signals for the bell.)
B.A.: SMITH IS OUT!!! HE'S COMPLETELY OUT!! HIS BODY COULDN'T TAKE THE PAIN!! EXHAUSTED FROM THIS OUTSTANDING MATCH UP!!! TY LOMAX HAS ONE HIS FIRST MATCH HERE IN THE EWA!!!!
Mr.D.: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! SMITH DIDN'T TAP OUT THOUGH!!! HE DIDN'T SUBMIT!!!!
B.A.: AN OUTSTANDING MATCH UP ON THE PAR OF LOMAX HERE TONIGHT!!! DAMIAN SMITH JUST TOOK THIS KID TO LIGHTLY AND NOW HE'S SUFFERING THE CONSEQUENCES!!!!
( The camera cuts back into the backstage area where Marcus Allen stands in front of a dressing room door with the name Mac Maloy. The door stands slightly open just barely cracked with a light coming from the inside. Marcus Allen knocks once and then pushes the door open. As the door slowly begins to creek open we see rubble in the form of clothes, bags, chairs, towels and other dressing room paraphernalia scattered about the floor. The door opens all the way and we see Mac Maloy laying in the center of the floor unconscious, face down, with the belt strapped around his waste.)
B.A.: MY GOD!!! TRUCK MALOY HAS BEEN ASSAULTED IN HIS DRESSING ROOM!!!
Mr.D.: Probably mouthed off to the wrong person!!
B.A.: TRUCK MALOY IS SCHEDULED TO BE A REFEREE LATER TONIGHT!!!!
( Marcus Allen flips Truck Maloy over to reveal a red crimson mask of blood painting the face of the EWA Champion. The fresh blood trickles from a large gash on the forehead of Truck Maloy.)
B.A.: GOOD GOD!!! WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING!! THIS IS HORRIBLE!!! WE GOT TO TAKE A BREAK, WE'LL TRY TO GET SOME ANSWERS WHEN WE COME BACK!!!
Mr.D.: ......( snickers )
(commercial)
BA: Fans…I'm speechless. We've seen Fight Club break up with Logan decimating Knight, then we've seen the IPWA invade out broadcast again and destroy Logan. And a mystery attack on EWA World champ, Mac Maloy. Could they all be linked?
Mr. D: I think Fight Club was their target, but since Logan already took Knight out, they got to focus on Logan.
BA: Fans, we have word that Logan is okay, and that he isn't in any serious condition but is being taken to the hospital strictly for safety purposes.
Mr. D: And that is saying somethin. Logan is one tough son-of-a-bitch. For him to be going to the hospital under any reason at all says a lot.
BA: I agree. Wait…we've gotten word that Dave Deadly is here.
Deadly-Vision opens on a limousine pulling up backstage at Tuesday Night Blitz. The door opens and Dave Deadly jumps out. He walks toward the camera, removing his sunglasses. In the bottom corner of the screen a clock counts down to Deadly's EWA debut.
Tonight's the night fellas. The EWA faithful are already amassing inside, and here I am, pumped up and ready to kick some ass. So I hear the Chairman is our special guest referee. All I have to say to you is enjoy that belt while you still can and make sure it's shined up real nice for our title match next week. You think buy rates are gonna tank? What planet are you livin' on?!! Dave Deadly is here! Starting with my victory here tonight, you'll see buy rates go through the roof! And once I'm EWA Extreme Champion.well, let's just say there are rumours flyin' around of Dave Deadly The Movie! Now that's gonna be hot!
Moving on to tonight's opponents. Lockdown, El Spastico, neither of you freaks stand a chance. Lockdown, you may be hoping to regain the EWA Extreme Title. Well I'm afraid that seeing our ref with the belt around his waist is the closest you'll ever get to the belt ever again. As for you Spaz, well, I guess the name says it all.
Finally I move on to Swinger, The first EWA Extreme Champion. Forget what has happened before Swinger, you may have been the first Extreme Champ but I'm the next Extreme Champ. You'll show us here tonight how you dominated the ring? Well I'll show you why you'll never dominate the ring again. It's not so bad Swinger. See it as a 'changing of the guard'. It's now Deadly's time to shine. Forget everything that has gone before, because tonight the torch passes from the Extreme Icon to the Extreme Machine!
BA: What an arrogant little…
Mr. D: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! I'm the one that cusses, remember?
BA: Well then finish it!
Mr. D: Okay….bastard.
BA: Thanks. Fans the Extreme Number One Contender match is next, but we've gotten word that there is something going on backstage in President Flaws' office.
The scene switches to the President's office. Flaws is pacing back and forth.
Flaws: Two weeks. TWO WEEKS!! These guys come in here for the last two weeks and destroy MY broadcast, destroy MY ratings, destroy MY talent!! DESTROY MY COMPANY!!!
Flaws walks to his desk, and opens a drawer. He pulls out his Cell phone, and looks at it.
If they think I'm going to let them get away with this, then there is a reason their last company went under, they're absolutely braindead!!!
He scrolls through his rolodex, finds a number, and rips it out.
I'll end this! I'll end this tonight! I'll sick the biggest, baddest monster God ever made on these bastards. It's time I brought him back!
Presses a button. The ringing can be faintly heard, but no answer.
DAMMIT!!! He always told me he'd answer if I needed him! Well…the night is young. I'll try back later, but tonight, I will end this whole fucking ordeal!!!!!
Mr. D: WHOA! I haven't seen Flaws this upset since his fued with old Ethan Hunter.
BA: I don't think we should mention that name on-air, D.
Mr. D: Yeah..I forgot.
BA: Well fans…the Chairman is in the ring which only means that the Extreme match is up!
The Chairman is standing in the ring wearing a referee shirt with the EWA Extreme belt wrapped around his waist.
BA: I hope he knows what is happening here tonight.
Mr. D: Well….He is the Extreme Champion. Lockdown is a former Extreme Champion, and Dave Deadly, JC Swinger, and Spaz can all hold their own, I think they are out numbered, I don't think the IPWA is stupid enough to get involved in this one.
BA: Good Point.
The lights dim in the arena as the opening chords of “Here I Am” by Steve Vai play. Strobes begin to flash and the Psychotron shows the Deadly-Vision camera searching the arena. Suddenly flames erupt from either side of the stage and the lights come up as Dave Deadly stands posing at the entranceway
BA: One of the hot young studs here in the EWA!
Mr. D: Yeah, and having a shot at one of the titles this early in his career says a lot.
BA: Indeed it does.
Here I am, Giving you my everything,
And here we stand at the start of a better way
Deadly struts down to the ring whilst the crowd boos. He jumps into the ring over the top rope and removes his waistcoat and sunglasses, revealing the intensity in his eyes.
BA: Would You Look At That! This Young Man means Business.
Mr. D: No doubts there. That looks like one mean mother.
BA: Well I wouldn't quite put it like that.
Mr. D: I would.
The arena goes dark. Searchlights scan the crowd and a siren erupts. On the Psychotron prison bars are seen, and the word “LOCKDOWN” ignites as “Message in Blood” by Pantera blares.
BA: that can only mean one thing! The former EWA Extreme Champion is on his way!!
Mr. D: I always liked this guy.
BA: I know, because he's a bad guy.
Mr. D: No because he loves poetry!
BA: Really?
Mr. D: no…not at all.
Theres a place that I keep down inside me
It can trigger my mind
All along I knew it has been with me
Since I was just a child.
Lockdown emerges from the curtain and stands at the top of the stage.
I summon Power deep within my soul
I gives me life beyond life
I take blame for my muderous problems
My signature always reminds!
Lockdown starts down the ramp. Suddenly JC Swinger runs out behind him, attacking him with a garbage can.
THWACK!
BA: Swinger taking early advantage here.
Mr. D: Anything is legal in this match!
Lockdown falls to the mat and starts rolling down the ramp. Swinger follows with stomps as Dave Deadly looks on from the ring.
BA: Lockdown sees to be the primary target of all the competitors.
Mr. D: Hey…he's the former champ. He's been there before, who better to take out?
Swinger grabs Lockdown and rolls him into the ring. Dave Deadly takes advantage and starts to stomp on the prone Lockdown. The Chairman grabs a chair and well…sits down.
BA: I don't think this Ref will be making many calls tonight.
Mr. D: What kind of calls are there to make? I mean its an extreme match…no rules, remember?
BA: Good Point, but he should at least TRY to call this match.
As Swinger taunts the crowd, Spaz hops out from the crowd with a frying pan.
THUNK!
Swinger drops like a brick. Spaz rolls him into the ring, following close behind.
BA: Spaz making his presence known here tonight.
Mr. D: Might as well, he IS in this match, you know?
Deadly heads straight for Swinger, who has somehow made his way to his feet. Deadly takes down the
Hardcore Icon with a Piledriver. Meanwhile Spas whips Lockdown into the ropes…
BA: SPINEBUSTER!!!!
Mr. D: He's flattened. Like a pancake!
BA: That was quite the move for such a little guy!
Deadly goes for a suplex on Swinger, but Swinger blocks with his foot, and reverses with a suplex of his own. Deadly slides out of the ring. Spas kicks Lockdown in the nuts, and starts uncovering the turnbuckle. The Chairman is still sitting, not making one call.
BA: Chairman might as well not be here at all.
Mr. D: Are you listening to me? This is an extreme match, no rules!
BA: But still, that kind of offense is offensive of all guys.
Mr. D: Yeah…you're right, it is.
Spaz grabs Lockdown, and rams his head into the exposed steel turnbuckle.
Again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
Lockdown falls back, bleeding from his forehead.
BA: looks like Lockdown is split open.
Mr. D: Probably no the first time.
BA: Yeah…I bet Prison life is rough.
Mr. D: I wasn't talking about that kind of `split open'. I was talking about the more…um…intimate `splitting open'.
BA: Shut up, will you?
Swinger sneaks up behind Spaz and spins him around…
BA: Snap Suplex by Swinger.
Mr. D: Swinger almost threw him across the whole arena!
Spaz rolls to his feet and hits Swinger with a cake pan he threw into the ring before he emerged from the crowd. Swinger is unphased and retaliates, knocking Spaz to the outside with a huge clothesline.
BA: A cake pan? Spaz really is a spaz.
Mr. D: Well…it's the thought that counts.
BA: Yeah…because it really didn't work.
Swinger goes to work on Lockdown, as Spaz rolls back into the ring, armed with a monitor from the Spanish announce table. Spaz smashes Swinger in the head with the monitor. Upon impact the TV Screen explodes, sending shards of broken glass into Swinger's head and upper back.
BA: GOOD GOD! Swinger is bleeding like a faucet!
Mr. D: How about that for Extreme? Better than a cake pan?
BA: Yeah it is. Much more dangerous.
Lockdown gets to his feet, and Spas nails him with the shell of the monitor. Lockdown is bleeding profusely.
Deadly hides on the outside and looks for weapons whilst Swinger, Spaz and Lockdown beat the crap out of each other.
BA: A little discretion by Deadly. Talk about strategy.
Mr. D: even though he's a rookie, he's probably one of the favorites.
BA: I'll agree with that.
Lockdown spots Deadly, wipes the blood from his eyes, and goes after him on the outside. Deadly uses the time-keeper hammer, and smashes Lockdown between the eyes. Deadly rolls Lockdown's almost limp body onto the Spanish table, picks him up, and slams him through it.
BA: Deadly takes care of Lockdown before sliding back into the ring.
Mr. D: extreme measures call for extreme means.
Deadly slides underneath the bottom rope, attacking Spaz from behind.
Swinger and Spaz team up on Deadly, working him over in the corner.
BA: This is looking more and more like a mugging.
Mr. D: Good! That's the way I like it!
Swinger and Spaz whip Deadly into the ropes. Deadly flips over both men, grabs a chair, bounces off the opposite ropes, and flattens both men with a flying cross body with a chair. Deadly climbs the ropes as Swinger gets to his feet. Deadly leaps off the ropes, leveling Swinger with a missle Drop kick. Swinger rolls out of the ring.
BA: Deadly is on a RolL!
Mr. D: Swinger didn't even know what hit him.
BA: Deadly is really impressive here tonight.
Deadly climbs to the top rope again, and flattens Spaz with a missle Dropkick as well. Spaz rolls to the outside as Deadly celebrates.
BA: He's fired up!
Mr. D: He should be! Did you see what he has been doing here tonight?
BA: Yes I have! I'm the play-by-play guy remember? It's my job to pay attention.
Lockdown finally moves and slides into the ring as Deadly ascends the ropes yet again. Deadly leaps from the rops with a flying cross body, but Lockdown catches Deadly in mid air and tosses him outside.
BA: Lockdown FINALLY starts to get some offense!
Mr. D: what's going on!?
Suddenly the crowd starts to stir. Simon Fury, with chair in hand jumps from the crowd and slides into the ring.
THWACK!
Lockdown falls.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
The Chairman finally moves from his chair.
THWACK!
Fury drops the Chairman a chair shot!
Spaz rolls into the ring.
THWACK!
Spaz gets pummeled with the chair.
BA: This is ridiculous! Not these guys again, they have destroyed four more EWA guys!
Mr. D: where is Flaws' plan!?
BA: I'm sure he has one…He doesn't want his company to go down the drain.
Suddenly Adam hops from the crowd, grabs Swinger, and puts him through a table with a modified butterfly Suplex.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
The crowd stops the chant and boos as they notice Swinger not moving. Deadly tries to run, but Mancuso hops from the crowd and drops him with a DDT onto the concrete floor.
BA: Mancuso just dropped Spaz. This is gross. This is sick!
Mr. D: I agree! I don't like this…not one bit.
Adam and Mancuso slide into the ring. Fury raises the chair over Lockdown again…
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Fury drops the chair. Mancuso picks Lockdown up, whips him into the ring, and drops him with a spinebuster that he modifies into a Texas Cloverleaf!
BA: LOCKDOWN CAN'T EVEN SCREAM! HE'S OUT COLD!
Mr. D: I'm speechless. For once in my life I can say that I have nothing to say. This isn't wrestling, this is criminal brutality.
Mancuso wrenches back and Adam stomps the back of Lockdown's bloody head. Fury orders him to let go. Mancuso releases the hold.
BA: No! Not again!
Mr. D: I kow what this mean. Lockdown can't even defend himself.
Adam picks up Lockdown…
BA: FOURTH REICH!! FOURTH REICH!! He just Butterfly Piledrived Lockdown OVER the top rope onto the concrete head first!
Mr. D: ……no. No one deserves this.
Fury slides out of the ring and applies the Chains of Misery Crossface onto Lockdown as the crowd ignites in boos, throwing trash into the ring and surrounding area.
BA: The fans voicing their displesure with this brutal attack.
Mr. D: ……this is horrifying. They lock people like this up.
Fury lets go of the hold, grabs another chair….
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Fury drops the chair. The crowd boos. All three men disappear into the crowd as Lockdown, JC Swinger, and Spaz don't move. Deadly manages to make his way over to Lockdown, and makes the cover. Chairman makes the count.
Chairman: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ding ding ding.
BA: Well this one is over…thank God. It is over. Lockdown MAY survive. I hope he is alright.
Mr. D: I know he comes out here day in and day out acting like a tough bastard, but no one can take that kind of beating and walk away.
Deadly rolls off Lockdown quickly, raising his hands in the air in victory as he walks back up the ramp. He looks all around the arena, trying to see where the IPWA wrestlers went, never taking his eyes off the EWA Extreme Champion, Chairman, in the ring.
BA: Fans…its time for a break.
(commercial)
B.A.: Welcome back from our station break and we've got a barn burner set to go!!!
( A lion's roar echoes throughout the arena sending the crowd into a cheering frenzy. Pyro explodes on top of the main stage at the top of the ramp. The opening cords of "Safe in New York" by AC/DC silence the crowd. Lionheart walks out onto the top of the rampant raises his arms into the air as the crowd goes insane. Lionheart throws his arms down and a shower of confetti drops onto the ramp. As he walks down the ramp another explosion of pyro goes off. Lionheart gets onto the ring apron and motions for a microphone as soon as he gets it he motions for his music to be cut.)
Lionheart: Whoooooooo! Well its survey time.....right here, right now!! Everyone here is ready for a great fight right? <crowd cheers> Who wants to see The Lionheart make amends for last weeks diabocal in Victoria, Texas? <crowd cheers louder> Who thinks that The Corruptor is a better wrestler
than ME? <crowd boos> Huh? <crowd boos even louder> I still cant here you.......who is the best wrestler here tonight? <crowd chants "Lionheart, Lionheart..."> Well then lets get this show on the road! Come on Corruptor get down here and prepare yourself for the match of your life.......<throws mic down>
( Lionheart bounces back and forth off the ring ropes waiting for the Corruptor. His wait is short lived when his opponents opening theme blasts over the P.A. system. Corruptor walks out onto the stage and watches Lionheart bounce around the ring in anticipation. Corruptor slows his step making Lionheart wait even more. Corruptor stops at the bottom of the ramp and watches as Lionheart motions for him to come into the ring. Corruptor takes a few fast steps and jumps up on the apron. Lionheart goes on the attack and knees Corruptor on the outside of the ring from the inside. Lionheart grabs the head of Corruptor and flips him over the top rope into the ring. Referee Jack Cole signals for the bell.)
B.A.: Lionheart not wasting anytime and gets this match started immediately!!!
Mr.D.: I had heard Lionheart had premature tendencies!!! HAHA!!
B.A.: Oh stop!!
( Lionheart picks Corruptor up and shoulders him into the ropes and goes for the Irish whip. Corruptor uses his strength and reverses sending Lionheart on the go. Corruptor steps to the middle of the ring and attempts the back body drop on the rebound but Lionheart leapfrogs Corruptor and darts to the opposite ropes. Lionheart bounces back at the awaiting Corruptor and baseball slides under his feet. Lionheart pops up behind Corruptor locks in a full nelson but Corruptor raises a leg and nails Lionheart in the junk. Cole, who stands in front of Corruptor, darts around just in time to see Lionheart go to the mat but misses the illegal blow. )
B.A.: Corruptor with an illegal low blow!!!!
Mr.D.: That'll definitely ground you!!!
( Corruptor turns around and hovers over Lionheart with an evilly wide smile on his face. He bends down over Lionheart and begins slapping him upside the head and taunting him with profanities. Corruptor ends his humiliation session and picks up Lionheart with a handful of hair. He whips Lionheart across the ring into the ropes and pummels Lionheart with a stiff, hard, clothesline. Lionheart lays on the mat blinking his eyes trying to get rid of the stars, when Corruptor goes to the near turnbuckle and steps up onto the second ropes. Corruptor leaps off in a seated form but Lionheart quickly rolls out from under the leg drop and Corruptor crashes to the canvass. )
Mr.D.: OOOHHHH!! That didn't pay off to well!!!
B.A.: Surely didn't!!!! I think maybe Corruptor is taking this kid a little to lightly!!
( Lionheart jumps up from the canvass and sprints to a nearby rope. He bounces off and brings his legs up landing a modified dropkick to the seated Corruptor. Lionheart darts to the near by ropes for the third time springboarding off the second ropes. Lionheart tries a lionsault maneuver but Corruptor brings his knees up at the last second and drives them into Lionheart's midsection. Corruptor gets up off the mat first soon followed by Lionheart who gets to a knee. Corruptor lands a punch to the back of Lionheart's head, flooring him to the canvass. Corruptor grabs a leg of Lionheart and lifts up on the ankle bringing Lionheart's leg off the canvass. Corruptor drives Lionheart's knee back down smashing it into the mat.)
B.A.: Corruptor trying to take away Lionheart's fast past game here using grounding maneuvers!!!
( Corruptor grabs the ankle again but is quickly separated as Lionheart brings his other foot up kicking Corruptor in the chin. Corruptor rocks backward against the announcers side ropes as Lionheart quickly gets up slightly limping. Lionheart's darts at Corruptor clotheslining him to the floor outside the ring. Lionheart climbs out of the ring and lands some quick kicks to Corruptor stunning him briefly. Lionheart then picks up Corruptor by the head and rolls him on to the announce table. B.A. and Mr.D's mic's let off stating as the camera catches them fling their headsets off to get out of the way. Lionheart goes back to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles facing his opponent. Lionheart leaps into the air and makes the signature Frog Splash pump landing on Corruptor and shattering the announce table into oblivion. The crowd goes fanatical screaming chants at Lionheart. The two men lay motionless on the floor as Cole checks to see if they're are breathing. Once he's assured they are alive he begins to count the two men out. Lionheart begins to move first as he rolls onto his bell. He uses all of his strength to push himself off of the rubble and up to his feet. Corruptor begins to move as well reaching over and grabbing his right side. Blood begins to trickle from the mouth of Corruptor as Lionheart drags Corruptor to his knees. Lionheart rolls Corruptor into the ring and takes a moment to catch his breath on the outside.)
B.A.: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! I APOLOGIZE FOR THE ABSENCE OF COMMENTARY BUT OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE HAS BEEN REDUCED TO PIECES AS LIONHEART JUST HIT ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS MANEUVERS I'VE YET TO SEE IN THE EWA!!!!
Mr.D.: AND CORRUPTOR LOOKS LIKE HE'S IN BAD SHAPE TOO!! HE'S SPITTING BLOOD....SOMETHING HAS GOT TO HAVE SOME INTERNAL INJURIES!!!
B.A.: I WOULDN'T DOUBT THAT AT ALL!!! HE'S LUCKY TO BE ALIVE IF YOU ASK ME!!!!.
( Corruptor gets to all fours as blood drips from his lips. He manages to get up on one knee as Lionheart takes a deep breath and gets back on the apron. Lionheart steps under the second ropes approaching Corruptor from behind as Corruptor manages to get up to both feet. Lionheart locks the modifies tazzmission type hold onto Corruptor and drops to the mat, rapping his legs around the waist of Corruptor. Lionheart flails back and forth with The Death Roll and Corruptor slams his hand down on the mat for the submission.)
Mr.D.: HE TAPPED!!!! HE TAPPED!!!
B.A.: LIONHEART HAS ONE THIS MATCH UP AND I FOR ONE AM GLAD HE DECIDED TO END IT NOW!!! CORRUPTOR HAS SEEMINGLY SUFFERED SOME KIND OF SERIOUS INJURY WHICH IS USUALLY THE INDICATION WHEN SOMEONE BLEEDS FROM THE MOUTH LIKE THAT!!!
( Lionheart raises his hands with the help of the referee and rolls out of the ring down onto the stage side floor. He walks up the ramp to the cheers of the crowd and makes his way into the backstage area. Jack Cole sits in the ring motioning to the back as he attends to Corruptor. A dozen men surrounding a gurney make their way down to the ring where Corruptor is put onto a board and loaded onto the stretcher outside the ring. The medical entourage exits the arena and the camera cuts to commercial.)
(commericial)
The Camera switches to a backstage camera in the unofficial locker room of the IPWA. Fury, Mancuso, and Adam are sitting on the benches, contemplating their next move.
Adam: So far, so good, but I want more.
Mancuso: man…just stick to the plan. The Boss wants it this way.
Fury: And if the EWA thinks tonight is bad, then they are in for a really rude awakening, because it is only going to get worse.
Suddenly the door bursts open, and the larger man, still shrouded by shadows as if on cue, clumbers through the room. He sits facing the three men, who immediately tense up and pay attention.
Man: Anytime now. Anytime. It's just like clockwork. Did you take care of Mac `Truck' Malloy?
Fury: Yeah. He is in his locker room bleeding all over the place as we speak. We're ready, we're just waiting the order.
Man: Good. Very good. You will all be rewarded. This will only help us out in the long run. Soon the IPWA will once again become a prominent name in the wrestling world.
A cell-phone ring pierces the quiet room. The Man looks at his phone.
Man: Bingo. Let me take this…(starts talking on the cell phone)..Hello? Yeah, it's me. What can I do for you?….ah ha…I see…well that is pretty bad. What do you want me to do?…..I see…..end careers huh? I tell you what I'm close by, so I'll be there in a few minutes. What? Pay? Hey listen…..well let this one go for free.
The man turns the phone off, stands up, and addresses his `troops'.
Man: Let's do it.
BA: Honestly I feel like I should be in the back checking the status of our wounded EWA stars.
Mr. D: Which one?
BA: Which one? I think the question is which one ISN'T injured. So far tonight Logan, Lockdown, Spaz, and JC Swinger have all fallen prey to the IPWA, and in brutal fashion might I add.
Mr. D: And don't forget Truck, have we gotten word on whether or not what they just said was legit?
BA: No. I'm checking on it right now.
Mr. D: Well on a brighter note, our next match is up.Yes, JJ Blaze and Johnny Thunder. These two might actually be able to tear the house down. Let's go to the ring announcer.
BA: NO NOT YET! I JUST GOT WORD THA TRUCK MALLOY IS BEING SENT TO THE HOSPITAL!
Mr. D: Holy Shit! The World Champ, too. This is bad, real bad.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen…
Suddenly Simon Fury leaps from the crowd, slides into the ring, and snatches the microphone from the announcer before shoving him out of the ring.
Fury: Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know the drill. There is one little problem though. It seems that the competitors for the next match have ran into a little…um…'problem' backstage. But don't worry, we, the IPWA, have guaranteed that they WILL come to ringside to represent this `illustrious' company. Boys!
Max Mancuso and the New Adam emerge from behind the curtain, literally dragging both JJ Blaze and Johnny Thunder behind them.
BA: OH NO! It seems the IPWA have added two more names to their growing hit list.
Mr. D: I've never seen anything like this tonight. These guys are absolutely our for blood.
BA: If someone doesn't do something to stop this, I think I'm going to quit! That's it, I'm going to walk. I don't feel safe, the talent SHOULDN'T feel safe, and absolutely NO ONE has done anything about it.
Mancuso and Adam slide the two injured wrestlers into the ring. Both men motionless and bleeding from their foreheads. Simon orders Adam to lift Thunder to his feet. He grabs a chair.
BA: God NO!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Four shots split Thunder's head open even more. The blood pours down his face, painting the canvas with drips of life. Adam turns the almost lifeless Thunder around, hooks his arms…
BA: NO! Another `Fourth Reich' Butterfly piledriver. God help Johnny Thunder through tonight!
Fury picks up the microphone.
Fury: All right let him go.
Adam kicks Thunder out of the ring.
Fury: Let's see, who is this?
Fury walks over to Mancuso, who is holding Blaze partially on his feet.
Fury: It's posers like you that ruin this business for everyone. You want the glory, but you don't want to put any of the effort needed to achieve it. You show up here with no strategy at all, and expect to wrestle!?
Simon raises the chair.
Fury: you make me sick. You make these so-called `fans' sick, and now…you will pay the price.
THWACK!
BA: This…
THWACK
BA: IS…
THWACK
BA: Un…
THWACK
BA: Called…
THWACK!
BA: For!
Mancuso drops Blaze to the mat. The blood is covering his face with the infamous `crimson mask' the late, great Gordon Solie used to talk about. Mancuso grabs his legs, intertwines them…
BA: Not the Cloverleaf!! This man is defenseless!
Mr. D: I know there are people listening in the back! Please help us! Please help the EWA!
Mancuso starts to spin Blaze over to sink in the back-bending move. Suddenly a new voice blares over the PA.
Voice: Now Wait Just A Damned Minute!
Mancuso drops Blazes legs. All three IPWA members group together in the middle of the ring.
BA: Like Dogs! Look at them in a pack, like Dogs.
Mr. D: But who was that voice!?
Suddenly EWA President Phil Flaws emerges from the curtain with a microphone.
Flaws: You've done enough. You've ruined match after match for the past two weeks. You don't work for me, your name ISN'T on my payroll, and I've HAD ENOUGH!!!!!
The IPWA smirk at Flaws' frustration. Mancuso grabs the mic from Fury.
Mancuso: Well if you're so upset “Mr. President”. Then why don't you come on down and take you medicine?
Flaws: No…now don't think I haven't considered it! To tell the truth, the idea of getting my hands around ANY of your throats makes me euphoric, but I have a much BIGGER plan. I have a much BADDER plan. I have the biggest, baddest son-of-a-bitch around here….
BA: Who is he talking about!?
Mr. D: God I hope it is someone who can help us here tonight!
I never find the time
I never find the Fucking place
I'm a Bad Mother Fucker
Who lives it every day
You never find the time
You never look me in the face
I'm a timebomb
Timebomb
B O O M
Pyro's explode as “timebomb” by Godsmack plays. Rick the Brick clombers from behind the curtain.
Flaws: I HAVE RICK THE BRICK!!!!
BA: Good God All mighty!!!! Rick The Brick is BacK! The Brick is BACK!!!
Mr. D: He does have the baddest son-of-a-bitch around here! I think the tide might have just switched!
Flaws: Brick! Do your stuff!
Brick slowly marches down to the ring. The IPWA arm themselves, Fury with a chair (his weapon of choice tonight), Mancuso with the ring bell, and Adam…well Adam has the Butterfly Piledriver.
BA: It's ON! It's ON! Brick is going to the ring!
Mr. D: And THAT is why Flaws is the EWA President!!
BA: Indeed! Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it gets ten times better!
Flaws looks on in satisfaction. Brick climbs to the ring apron, stares all three members of the IPWA in the eye, and climbs OVER the top rope.
BA: The IPWA looks scared now! Look at Brick, he just walked into the middle of all of them!
Mr. D: Yeah! He is standing over JJ Blaze, protecting his fellow EWA member! SO for all you boys in the back, pay attention, this is what a company man is like!
Flaws is hardly able to contain himself as Brick stares at Fury…
Then Mancuso…
Then The New Adam.
Brick helps the bloodied and battered Blaze to his feet. The crowd cheers.
Crowd: EWA!
EWA!
EWA!
BA: This is what It is all about! This is why I am PROUD to work here, and to be a part of this! Look at this unity! Like him or not Rick the Brick is here to even the playing field!
Mr. D: And who better to be the equalizer!?
Suddenly Brick whips Blaze into the ropes, between the parting members of the IPWA.
Mr. D: What the!?
BA: BRICKLAYER!! BRICKLAYER!! RICK THE BRICK JUST BRICKLAYERED JJ BLAZE!! WHY!!??
Mr. D: What does this mean!?
Flaws' jaw drops in disbelief. All three men surround Rick the Brick as he turns and looks at Flaws. Simon Fury gives Brick the microphone.
Brick: Flaws…'Mr. President.' Let me let you in on a little secret. If you haven't figured it out yet, the IPWA is MINE! I own it! I am the one pulling the strings, and I am the one pointing this group of pitbulls in their respective directions!
Flaws continues to stare.
Brick: And more importantly, it has been paid for….ALL OF IT….by YOUR money. Through YOUR company, by YOUR checks. Phil…I can call you Phil, right? Phil…you are an unwilling part of the destruction of you OWN company, and wrestler by wrestler, piece by piece, we WILL Destroy it.
Flaws becomes furious and shakes his head.
Brick: Oh yes…Flaws, soon the EWA will be just another federation the IPWA has closed, and you…you have unwillingly sold your soul to the devil!
Brick tosses the mic down. Flwas paces back and forth for a second, then charges the ring!
BA: HAS HE LOST HIS MIND!?
Mr. D: Hey at least he' s doing something about it!
BA: Good point! But he's going to be slaughtered.
Brick waves off the other members of the IPWA. Flaws rushes Brick, punching him in the face a couple of times that doesn't have any effect of Brick at all. Brick levels Flaws with a huge right hand…
BA: PANCAKE! PANCAKE! RICK THE BRICK JUST PANCAKED THE PRESIDENT!!!
Mr. D: I can't believe this…not one bit.
Brick grabs the mic as the other three men start stomping on President Flaws.
Brick: STOP! Stop IT! I want him healthy!
The three men stop.
Brick: That's right…I want him to be able to wake up in the morning knowing that he has just destroyed his whole company. Don't try to call me on the cell phone Phil. Don't try to get in touch with me anymore. It appears as if your services on behalf of myself and the IPWA….ARE NO LONGER NEEDED!
Brick gives Flaws a sickening stomp to the face. All FOUR men exit the ring, and leave the arena through the crowd.
BA: ….I….I don't know what to say…this…as bad as it has been all night….this thing just got worse. Much worse.
Mr. D: I hope Flaws has another Ace up his sleeve because the EWA just lost it's trump card, and the Trump card was the one behind it the whole time.
BA: Fans….We need to collect ourselves….we're going to commercial.
(commercial)
B.A.: WELCOME BACK FROM OUR LAST STATION BREAK AND I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED THE MAC "TRUCK" MALOY HAS BEEN TREATED AND RELEASED FROM THE LOCAL HOSPITAL!!! HE SUFFERED A SEVERE LACERATION TO THE HEAD THAT REQUIRED SEVERAL STITCHES AND A MAJOR CONCUSSION!!!! WE WISH HIM THE BEST AND WITH THAT LETS GET READY FOR THIS MAIN EVENT MATCH UP!!!
Mr.D.: GOOD!!! I COULD CARE LESS WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT REDNECK!!!
(B.A. and Mr. D are silenced as the opening guitar chords to "My Way" by Limp Bizkit play. The arena lights dim and a white angel appears on the Psychotron. Smoke drifts onto the entrance and blue lights shine down onto it.)
"You think you're special, you do,
I can see it in your eyes,
I can see it when you laugh at me,
Look down on me,
And walk around on me"
-As the opening lines are sung white pyro goes off on either side of the stage as a shadowy figure can be made out through the smoke. The figure raises his arms in the air and shouts out in anger, holding up a chair as the song continues-
"Just one, more fight,
About a lot of things,
And I, will give up everything,
To be, on my own again,
Free again, Yeah!"
-Again white pyro explodes from the sides of the stage and the figure strides out of the smoke, and the crowd can see that it is the special referee Jarod Crow. The crowd cheer as he Crow slowly walks down the ramp dressed in a referee's shirt over his wrestling gear and carrying the chair-
"This time I'm gonna let it all come out,
This time I'm gonna stand up and shout,
I'm gonna do things my way,
It's my way,
My way or the high way!"
-Pillars of blue flame erupt from either side as strides confidently past. The lights are blazing neon blue, lighting up the white on Crow's shirt and the crosses on his tights.
"Some day you'll see things my way,
'Cause you never know,
No you never know,
When you're gonna go!"
When he reaches the ring he removes his trenchcoat and throws it into the crowd, before sliding the chair into the ring. He then jumps up to the ring apron, climbs one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air as blue pyro goes off on the other three. Suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle into the ring and recovers his chair awaiting the entrance of the competitors)
B.A.: JAROD CROW, THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE AS REQUESTED BY BRIDGE EARLIER IN THE WEEK!! UNFORTUNATELY FOR STEVEN RAGE IT LOOKS LIKE HIS SELECTION WILL NOT BE HERE BECAUSE OF TONIGHT'S EARLIER EVENTS!!!
Mr.D.: TO BAD FOR RAGE!!! RAGE OUGHT TO BE HAPPY!!! TRUCK MALOY WAS PROBABLY JUST ITCHING AT A CHANCE TO SCREW RAGE FOR BEATING HIM LAST WEEK!!!
B.A.: Oh come on!! You saw Truck last week. He showed Steven Rage the respect he deserved for winning the match. He'd have nothing to gain here tonight by screwing Rage!!
( A death toll begins to chime as the lights fade to black. A bright red flash hits the top of the ramp as Steven Rage steps onto the stage. An electric guitar riff begins and "Hells Bells" by AC/DC kicks loudly over the PA. He strolls to the start of the ramp with a steel chair in hand. Rage peers down into the arena looking at Jarod Crow standing alone in the ring and throws his arms out widely in confusion.)
B.A.: It looks as if Rage hasn't been informed of Truck's earlier incident!!!
( Pyro shoots off on the upper stage as Rage walks down. Then Pyro begins to shoot off from the above the ring heading toward the stage as the music becomes more and more violent. Rage climbs onto the ring apron as the pyro goes off in a huge explosion. He smacks the face of the chair against the ring apron and with one hand motions for Bridge to come down the ramp and get some. He sets the chair down outside the ring in his corner and climbs the turnbuckle motioning for the crowd to raise the roof off the arena. He hops into the ring and bounces! back and forth off the ring ropes as Bridge makes his entrance.)
B.A.: THE T.V. TITLE CHAMPION THE BRIDGE LOOKS MIGHTY PREPARED TONIGHT AS THESE TWO HAVE HAD ONE HELL OF A VERBAL WAR THIS PAST WEEK!!!
( Bridge's music continues as he walks down to the bottom of the ramp where he takes off his title. He hands it to the time keeper and then slides up onto the apron. Bridge rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet leaning into a corner when he notices Jarod Crow standing behind Rage. Bridge looks around the ring searching for something and then smiles as he manages not to find what he is looking for.)
B.A.: Bridge seems to be a little confused as to where the second guest referee is tonight but unlike Steven Rage, Bridge seems to be happy about it!!!
Mr.D.: I'd be happy too!!!
( Jarod Crow signals for the bell and the two men start to slowly circle the ring. Crow motions for them to get it on and on command the two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Bridge slides Rage into a headlock in the center of the ring. Rage uses his immense leg muscles and drives them forward, muscling bridge into a nearby turnbuckle. Jarod Crow steps in giving the break count on the two men. They start to separate and Crow takes a step back. Rage quickly hits a knife edge chop before Bridge can get out of the corner and Bridge lands back against the turnbuckle. Rage hits another chop and the crowds high pitches "whooos" sound off through the arena. Rage whips Bridge across the ropes to the other side nearly falling as he uses all his force in the throw. Bridge collides with the buckles hard enough to bounce him off and Rage catches him, picking Bridge up, and planting him on the mat with a Sidewalk Slam. Rage hooks the leg for the cover.)
Crow: 1...2..(kick out)
B.A.: Rage goes for the quick cover but Bridge kicks out with authority!!!!
( Rage rolls over back on top of Bridge and start hammering fists against the side of Bridges head. Crow begins warning Rage about the closed fists but Rage ignores and Crow is forced to pull Rage off. Crow begins shoving a finger in Rages face when Rage shoves Crow in the chest. Crow shoves Rage hard pushing him against the turnbuckles, as Bridge gets back up in the center of the ring. Bridge rushes the two arguing men as Crow step out of the way hearing the pounding footsteps behind him. Bridge crushes Rage in the corner with Gore. Rage crumbles to the mat.)
B.A.: Crow and Rage showing their hate for one another and Rage comes out of the monologue with the short end of the stick!!!
Mr.D.: Bridge just ran over Rage like a semi!!!!
( Bridge grabs Rage by the head and picks him up into a standing headscissor position. Bridge hoists Rage's lower body up into the air and then slams him to the canvass with a Jacknife Powerbomb. Rages head bounces off the mat and he rolls around kicking the air with his feet and grabbing his head. Bridge takes the advantage again and picks up Steven hoisting him on his shoulder. Bridge begins to walk over to the turnbuckles with Rage draped over his shoulders.)
B.A.: BRIDGE MAY BE GOING FOR THE LANDMARK!!! IT'LL BE TURN OUT THE LIGHTS IF HE HITS THIS!!!
( As Bridge nears the turnbuckle Rage begins to squirm wildly as he slides of Bridge's shoulder and drops behind him. Rage shoves Bridge face first into the turnbuckles and then rushes in behind him. Rage grabs the back of Bridges head and springboards off the second turnbuckle hitting the Spinning Bulldog on Bridge. Rage rolls over still feeling the effects of the gore and takes the opportunity to get his wind back. The two start to get back to their feet simultaneously when Rage hits Bridge square in the face with a Standing Side Kick. Bridge falls back to the mat.)
B.A.: MY GOD WHAT A SHOT TO THE CHIN OF BRIDGE!!!
Mr.D.: RAGE NEARLY TOOK HIS HEAD OFF!!!
( Rage rolls outside the ring and grabs the steel chair and slides back into the squared circle. Rage raises the chair over his head but nearly falls to the ground when Jarod Crow yanks it out of his hands from behind. Bridge begins to stand as Rage and Crow begin arguing once more. Crow throws the chair on the mat and steps in the face of Rage again. They yells become almost audible as they curse and spit at each other. Behind Rage, Bridge sneaks up and locks him in a full nelson position and raises him into the air. Bridge release one arm using the other to shove Rage downward and Rage's head and back collide with the chair beneath him as Bridge hits the Full Nelson Slam. Bridge goes for the cover.)
Crow: 1.2.(kick out)
B.A.: SOMEWHAT OF A FAST COUNT BY CROW BUT RAGE MANAGES TO KICK OUT!!! CROW MAY BE SHOWING SOME OF THAT FAVORITISM TOWARD BRIDGE AS THIS IS THE SECOND TIME RAGE HAS BEEN CAUGHT OFF GUARD WHILE ARGUING WITH CROW!!!
( Bridge slides off of Rage and gets back to his feet he grabs Rage by the head but Rage quickly throws fist after fist into Bridge's midsection stumbling him backward. Rage switches the punches to Bridges face landing roundhouse after roundhouse. Bridge finds himself in the corner when Rage goes for an Irish whip across but Bridge tries to reverse it. Rage anticipates the reversal and drives a boot into Bridge's sweetened midsection. Bridge hunches over and Rage puts him in a standing headscissors then hooks his arms. Rage turns his body slightly and hits the Devastator on the already bent chair. Rage rolls Bridge over for the cover.)
Mr.D.: RAGE HIT THE DEVASTATOR ON THE CHAIR!!! RAGE IS THE NEW T.V. CHAMP
Crow.: 1....2..(hesitates)....3!!!
B.A.: RAGE WINS!!! RAGE WINS!!! CROW DIDN'T WANT TO COUNT IT BUT HE HAD NO CHOICE!!! BRIDGE IS OUT COLD AND RAGE IS THE NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!!!
( Crow rolls out of the ring and grabs the title belt from the time keeper and then re-enters the ring. Crow slowly walks over to Rage shaking his head when Rage snatches the belt out of Crow's hands. Rage holds the title belt high into the air when we see the crowd begin to stand and scream behind him. Both Rage and Crow turn to the stage and see Max Mancuso and Simon Fury running down to the ring. Crow and Rage slide under the ropes to the outside and all four men start going at it with Simon Fury and Crow exchanging punches and Max Mancuso exchanging with Rage.)
B.A.: IT'S THE IPWA MEMBERS!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE BASTARDS DOING HERE!!!!!
Mr.D.: I DON'T KNOW BUT IT DON'T LOOK GOOD!!!
( Both Fury and Mancuso gain the upper hand on their perspective opponents beating them to the ground with lethal punches. Mancuso halts his pummeling and grabs the chair from the ring and begins beating Rage on the back with it. Fury picks up the fallen T.V. title belt and hammers Crow across the head as he starts to get to a knee. Mancuso and fury drop their weapons and start kicking Rage and Fury over and over again at the sound of the crowds boo's.)
Metallica: "BOOM"
B.A.: IT'S TRUCK MALOY!!!! TRUCK MALOY IS BACK!!! HE'S BACK!!! AND HE'S PISSED!!!! RICK THE BRICK'S BOYS WILL REGRET THIS NIGHT!!!
( Truck comes down the ring full sprint and floors Mancuso with a clothesline and stopping at Fury landing haymakers both left and right. Mancuso starts to get up again when Truck turns and kicks him in the stomach. Truck hits the Overdrive on Mancuso as he buckles over and then gets up grabbing Fury's legs and pulling them out from under him. Truck stands up and stomps Fury in the nuts. Fury flops onto his stomach holding his groin and Truck gets on top of him locking him in the Transmission. The crowd stands on their feet and bellows again.)
Mr.D.: OH GOD!!! IT'S NEW ADAM!!! HE'S HERE TOO!!!
B.A.: MY GOD IPWA MEMBERS ARE COMING OUT OF THE WOODWORKS!!!
( New Adam rushes down to the floor near the arena and kicks Truck in the back of the head. New Adam stomps on the champs back kicking his already battered body. Mancuso and Fury slowly get back to their feet and aid in the stomping with The New Adam until all three men, Rage, Crow, and Maloy are laying, lifeless on the floor outside the ring. The IPWA members roll into the ring and take center stage. The New Adam stands in the center holding both arms in the air, towering over Mancuso on his left who is raising his own left arm; and Fury on the right who is raising his own right arm. Rick The Brick emerges onto the rampway, clapping slowly and smiling at his troops in the ring)
B.A.: THE IPWA INVASION HAS COME FULL TILT!!! THEY'VE JUST TAKEN OUT THE EWA'S FINEST!!! DAMN THAT BASTARD RICK THE BRICK, DAMN HIM TO HELL!!!
Mr.D: WHO'LL BE NEXT?!!!!! IT COULD BE US!!!
B.A.: GOD ONLY KNOWS!!!! WE'RE OUT OF TIME!!!!
(Fade to EWA logo)
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