[Meanwhile, in the audience…]
MOSES: “General seating… general seating…”
[Annoyed Samoan Moses and Annoyed Samoan Offramp are milling through the crowd, glancing at a pair or tickets. They are in their ring gear, with the Trio belts around their waist. Offramp carries a posterboard under his arm. It reads, “IF CENA WINS WE WILL EAT HIM.”]
OFFRAMP: “General seating means I can take up two folding chairs, right?”
MOSES: “I assume so. Say, where’s Ozzie?”
OFFRAMP: “I sent him off for Sno-cones.”
MOSES: “Offramp, they don’t sell Sno-cones here.”
OFFRAMP: “Oh, you misunderstand; I sent him off to the concession to make an operating Sno-cone machine, so we could have Sno-cones.”
MOSES: “Clever… clever…”
[The fan they sit down beside takes immediate notice.]
FAN: “Hey, aren’t you the Annoyed Samoans.”
[Moses is instantly defensive.]
MOSES: “Yes, and we don’t dress in our ring gear all the time, okay? We’re dressed like this because it’s quite comfortable, so if you fat Americans would please not judge us.”
OFFRAMP: “Yeah, you probably think us wearing the belts around all the time is something all Samoan wrestlers do too!”
FAN: “Uh… No… I just wanted an autograph…”
MOSES: “Oh.”
OFFRAMP: “Oh.”
MOSES: “Well, okay. No problem. Umm… Offramp, you wouldn’t happen to have a pen would you?
[Offramp frisks through his belongings.]
OFFRAMP: “Um… yeah… That’s the funny thing about always wearing your ring gear is that you don’t have any pockets.”
MOSES: “Never one around when you need one… Tell you what, let me stab your arm and I can sign an autograph in your blood, okay?”
[The fan leaps out of his seat.]
FAN: “AAAH! Ah no! No thanks! Sorry for bothering you… I gotta go sit somewhere else, okay?”
[He takes off. Moses slumps back into his seat.]
MOSES: “Well… That’s just typical. No one wants to sit by the Samoan. No, something might hit the Samoan in the head and deflect into you. All Samoans have super hard heads.”
OFFRAMP: “And where is my Sno-cone?”
[The lights flicker and the sound system crackles.]
OFFRAMP: “Oh, that must be him now!”
MOSES: “Say, Offramp, wasn’t there an ion storm forecast for today?”
OFFRAMP: “Well, it was an ion storm *watch*, so there was just the possibility ion storms would develop over low-lying areas, so I wouldn’t worry about—”
[The picture violently rips apart in a blaze of light and just as quickly reassembles itself. Ozzie is now sitting beside Offramp with a tray full of Sno-cones.]
OFFRAMP: “Great! I’ll take the blue ones!”
[Offramp snatches half of the Sno-cones in his fist and starts devouring them.]
OZZIE: “Spaghetti.”
MOSES: “Offramp, was it just me or did we just encounter a rip in the fabric of space-time?”
[Offramp wipes blue ice from his face.]
OFFRAMP: “Probably just a Level 2 Keter Space-time Dimension Rift brought on by the ion storm and Ozzie’s Sno-cone machine. Nothing to worry about. Mmm, you can really taste the blue…”
MOSES: “Well, yes, but everything looks slightly different. I can recognize everything, but somehow it just doesn’t quite look the same…”
OFFRAMP: “Look, Level 2 Keter Space-time Dimensional Rifts only affect flash memory drives and Playstation 2 memory cards. So it’s all good.”
MOSES: “Yeah I guess you’re right.”
[The Annoyed Samoans sit back.]
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[Cut to Boise, Idaho, where about 200 fans, paid and comped, fill three sides of seating around the constantly redecorated ring. At the entrance sits Rich Manning, Christian Chazz and one of the DCWL’s trained snipers.]
RM: “Welcome DCWL fans to Boise, Idaho, and welcome to the third instalment of the Dangerous Championship Wrestling League. This is ‘Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives!’ And Chazz, this is the home of the DCWL Dojo, and I was just talking to GRRR Guy. He says that he’s seeing some of the best talent in years filling the DCWL roster.”
CC: “Really? All he ever says to me is ‘Viva Mexico.’ I’m starting to think he’s not really from Mexico…”
RM: “You think, gringo? In any case, we’ve got some score to settle from our last show, ‘Ruckus In The Rockies.’ This re-match was ordered after the last match between Complete Control and Unique Element ended like this:
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CC: “Yeah, not exactly the best way to make an impression… with a countout.”
RM: “Well, tonight’s the re-match, and with the Annoyed Samoans looking on in the crowd, you have to think that the team that wins this match is going to be in the hunt for the Trios Championship. Let’s take it to the ring, and Buckley Luck.”
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WINNERS – Unique Element (John Blackstock counted out, 13:17)
CC: “What? Again?!”
RM: “Another win by count-out, but this time turnabout is fair play!”
CC: “Not according to that pig… Look at Blackstock!”
[John Blackstock leaps back into the ring and tackles Gabe Lindsay. Wilson and Gunderson try to pull them apart, but the other members of Complete Control jump into the fray and it’s another pier six brawl in the trios division.]
CC: “Hell, I’d be pissed about that result too, but jeez, these six are really getting after it.”
RM: “Officials swarming down the aisle… there’s the Deputy Commissioner… finally Unique Element and Complete Control get separated… Looks like the Deputy Commissioner has something to say.”
CC: “Probably going to hand out fines like Halloween candy here.”
[In the ring, Kevin Alloy and a pair of referees separate Unique Element and Complete Control from each other.]
ALLOY: “All right, all right, you guys. You three and you three need to get this out of your system, so here’s what we’re going to do. We’ve got a show in Edmonton next and I want you guys there. You three…”
[He points to Gunderson, Wilson, and Lindsay.]
ALLOY: “…And you three.”
[To Quinney, Preston, and Blackstock.]
ALLOY: “You’re going to face each other in an elimination match, and I’m waiving the countout rule for that match.”
[He glances at both parties.]
ALLOY: “And the winner is going to face the Annoyed Samoans later that night for the Trios Championship.”
[He points to Gunderson, Wilson, and Lindsay.]
ALLOY: “You all right with that?”
[Unique Element nods. Alloy points to Quinney, Preston, and Blackstock.]
ALLOY: “You?”
[Complete Control seem to agree.]
ALLOY: “All right then, gents. Settle it in Edmonton.”
RM: “There you have it, Complete Control versus Unique Element in an elimination match with no countouts? Sounds like the one way to find out who the better team is.”
CC: “Are you kiddin’? What’s going to happen when they take the leash off of Blackstock? We’ve already got those relaxed DQ rules, and Unique Element fight a clean match! I’m thinking they might be in over their head.”
RM: “Still, for two teams of relative rookies to get a shot at the Trios Championship? That’s big news.”
CC: “And up next is Leon Corella, right?”
RM: “That’s right. Leon Corella may be a new name to the DCWL, but he sure isn’t a new name to wrestling. Blaze Crimson is with Leon Corella right now, Blaze, over to you.
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[The scene opens up in a private locker room where we find Leon Corella, shirtless and decked out in full ring gear, seated upon a wooden bench. In his hand is a black I-Pod, two small wires trailing from it to a pair of buds in his ears. His head is slightly nodding back and forth to a rhythm we can't hear as he psyches himself up for his match tonight. Into view steps none other than DCWL's vivacious Blaze Crimson, sporting a form fitting little red dress that left very little to the imagination, her wavy red hair draped over her shoulders and lining her cute, angular face. With a megawatt smile, she settles down across from him on the second bench. He arches a brow and pulls the ear buds from his ears, cutting off the I-Pod. He addresses her with a rough, deep voice...]
Corella- You are either here for one of two things, and considering the camera over there....
[...without looking, Corella points to the camera with a taped finger briefly...]
....it's either an interview, or you've mistaken me for Porno Anderson...
[Blaze giggles a bit, shaking her head. She speaks in an even, but light tone...]
Blaze- Oh no sir, You're clearly not Anderson, and I definitely do not shoot porn. Let's get right to it, shall we Mr. Corella?
[He nods, and sits up on the bench.]
...What brought you to DCWL?
[...Corella takes in a short breath before speaking...]
Corella- Well, for starters, I'm not the most popular man on the planet. DCWL didn't seem to have the bias towards me that many promotions seem to have. As you are probably aware of, I have a reputation as being a major hell raiser...
[...He Smirks...]
....Thus why it came as a shock to my system when the owner, Kyle Hayden, was actually enthusiastic about having me on board. I still hear my name brought up in some circles with a particular level of disdain.
[...Blaze arches her brow a bit, and smirks...]
Blaze- That assessment of your reputation would be an understatement. I've heard tales of people refusing to work matches with you in some places over that reputation alone.
[...Corella nods, chuckling a bit...]
Corella- Yeah... Well, we can't all be Saints. I speak my mind freely and openly. Sometimes it was hard truth being flung in people's faces like monkey crap at the zoo. Others, it was just me running my mouth about how big and bad I thought I was. Many took offense to that, and simply left their professionalism at the door. You'll get that alot in Pro Wrestling.
[...He taps his chest with a taped fist...]
....To my credit, I never refused a match, and even if I personally despised the guy I was up against, and I didn't work shoddy matches in an attempt to make them look bad either. I put on clinics. If they want to make me look bad, that's on them, but when I come to the ring, I'm there to showcase my skills and make memories. Love me, or hate me, you ask any fan in that ring about Leon Corella, and while they may hate me for who I am, they will always say, "He's a great wrestler."
[...Blaze tilts her head slightly, looking genuinely interested in what he has to say. Whether it's put on or not is debateable...]
Blaze- So you're all about the wrestling?
[...He clasps his hands before him, leaning towards Blaze a bit...]
Corella- That's what it's all about. Not the gimmicks. Not the crazy shit that spills from our mouths onto the microphones and trickles from there to the ears of the people. It's about lacing your boots up, getting in that ring, and proving your worth. Some guys don't quite comprehend that they are there to wrestle, and if they do manage to get ahead despite that, it's all about either their gimmick, the stupid catch phrases they come up with, or a simple matter of polishing their Boss's knob in an expert fashion. I refuse to get on my knees before any man, and that's probably one of the reasons I haven't gotten ahead in this business.
[...She Nods...]
Blaze- I take it you're not much for backstage Politics then, correct?
[...Corella's face scrunches up slightly, as if catching the whiff of a foul odor...]
Corella- No... I'm not. I refuse to play the stupid little games that go on backstage. I prefer the direct approach. Someone pisses me off, I haul their ass out to the ring and take care of it, or just get it over with right there. I want a title shot? I earn it. Those who ask for title shots are soft, panzy asses who want everything handed to them. I don't ask for anything, I take it. By taking my shot, I harden myself that much more for the next guy in line who wants a piece of the action.
[...Clearing her throat, she asks one final question...]
Blaze- What are your thoughts about your competition tonight?
[...A smirk decorates his face. He reaches up with a hand to his chin, both elbows on his knees. His thumb and forefinger stroke that cleft chin ever so slightly, as if carefully weighing his response...]
Corella- Alton West, winner of the DCWL Maple Leaf Championship, a self proclaimed 45th Degree Black Belt, and the first inductee into his very own personal hall of fame. I've watched a couple of his tapes, and he's got some skills. The kid's a bit on the uncoordinated side, and could use some tightening up in his technique, but don't think for one second that I'm going to take him lightly because of that....
[...Corella leans back against the locker, clasping his hands together behind his head as if perfectly relaxed...]
....Wars have been lost over careless action. I may be alot of things, but careless isn't one of them. The kid's in good shape, and has alot of energy. Alton West may have won the genetic lottery, but he has drawn the short straw tonight, for he now has to contend with me, and you know something? I think that when I beat him, I'll take that Maple Leaf Championship home as a souvenier....
[...He snickers...]
....Nothing wrong with a little momento to commemorate my first day back in a wrestling ring afterall. Do you have any other questions Ms. Crimson?
[...She holds her finger up, but before she can say a word, Corella stands...]
Corella- Oh, I'm sorry, I really have to run along now. It's time for me to get in that ring and become Alton West's wakeup call...
[He then heads right past the camera, leaving Blaze standing there with her hands on her shapely hips. Her lips were pursed with an annoyed expression written on her face...]
[...Fade to ringside...]
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WINNER – Leon Corella (Game Over, 12:32)
RM: “Big win over Alton West. Alton just can’t seem to catch a break lately.”
CC: “Not that losing ever seemed to stop him from being the Greatest Athlete That Ever Lived.”
RM: “Hey, wait a minute!”
[At ringside, Corella grabs the Maple Leaf Championship belt that Alton West carts around.]
CC: “Aw, come on, it’s just a vanity belt.”
RM: “Well that may be, Chazz, but it’s the only thing Alton West has going for him right now!”
[Corella snaps the belt around his waist and promenades with it. West begins coming to and starts following Corella, but can’t keep up with him as he disappears backstage.
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[We cut backstage to the entrance of the arena. One of the metal doors opens, revealing (though hidden by large sunglasses and a popped jacket collar) "Something Better" Wolf Masterson. Masterson carries a bag on his shoulder and is still hobbling slightly.]
Voice: Good evening, WOLF.
[Masterson stops and sighs, waiting for the Deputy Commissioner to catch up to him. Kevin Alloy steps into the shot, looking none too pleased.]
Alloy: We've been taping for forty minutes now.
[Wolf looks on, unimpressed.]
Alloy: You’re late for the show. First offense, one thousand dollars.
Masterson: Then bill me, Sasquatch. I've got more important things to do.
[Wolf turns to walk away. The Deputy Commissioner's eyes narrow behind the sunglasses.]
Alloy: Yeah, BLUE Matsuyama is waiting to have his big match against you. I guess I should have picked an opponent I could rely on, Wolf.
[Wolf stops, dropping his bag on the floor and sighing. He turns to face an angry Alloy.]
Alloy: I s’pose I should’ve known when I saw you resume and how you flaked out on every gig you ever had.
Masterson: Hey I left on my own accord. I didn't have an attitude problem, I just worked for a bunch of dickheads. Nice to know that some things haven't changed.
[Alloy is FURIOUS now.]
Alloy: Second offense. Second tier punishment.
Masterson: Ooh, I'm shaking. What's the punishment for this one, community service?
Alloy: I… uh… also know know what the name ‘Wolf’ means to you. They gave you a werewolf gimmick. You know, I thought it was kind cool, so I went down to the costume shop, got some spirit gum and “full moon” effect for the lights. You know, your big match against BLUE Matsuyama can be as Were-Wolf.
[Wolf becomes noticably paler. After standing slack-jawed for a moment (to Kevin's delight), Masterson shoots back.]
Masterson: Hey, go to hell man. I don't care what authority you have I am NOT going out there in that friggin wolf outfit.
Alloy: Is that refusing a booking assignment I hear?
[Masterson shouts over Alloy.]
Masterson: Damn right I am. I'm not some damn Furry.
[Alloy shouts back.]
Alloy: Third offense! Here is your receipt! You are now canned goods! That’s a third tier punishment.
Masterson: Oh and what's my prize for that?
[Alloy smiles, relishing Wolf's sarcasm.]
Alloy: Me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go tell BLUE Matsuyama he’s not needed tonight. I’ll see you after the next match.
[Alloy exits. Wolf seems taken aback. It's clearly not what he was expecting. After a moment, though, a small half smile appears on his face.]
Masterson: You know, I kinda like that idea. The headlines write themselves: "Wolf Masterson Slays the Abominable Snowman." You may beat that trainer you have, but let's see what you do against..."Something Better."
[Wolf picks up his bag and leaves. Alloy turns and walks off to his office. In the background, we see Mina Eyre leaning against a wall, watching. She speaks into her cell phone.]
Eyre: I think we have our third.
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WINNER – Max Turbo (Lio Kaizer, 14:58)
RM: “NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!”
CC: “Did he make it under the bell?!”
[Leonard Gutman hands the belt to Turbo, who twists into another pose for the camera.]
BUCKLEY: “Your winner… and NEW DCWL Dangerous Champion… MAX… TURBO!!!”
RM: “I thought he was going to lose it when he did that outlandish Lio Kaizer, but he pulled it off!”
CC: “I thought *I* was going to lose it… yeesh, you get a golden opportunity like that and you roll around the ring like a moron?”
RM: “It’s academic, I guess, since Turbo is the champion fair and square with two seconds remaining in the match… three championship matches, three new champions. This Dangerous Championship is one wild belt. Fans, it’s intermission time… let’s take you to Julian Beckson.”
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[Cut to Bane WALKING backstage.]
[From out of the corner of the shot, Blaze Crimson comes running up to him.]
BC:
Bane! Bane!! Any words before your match tonight?
[Bane stops walking and turns towards her with a quizzical look in his eye.]
Bane:
What match tonight?
[Slightly confused by the question, Blaze answers him with curiousity in her voice.]
BC:
Your match with Kid Way Cool?
Bane:
Oh, I’m sorry, you must have missed the news update.
BC:
Pardon me?
Bane:
This isn’t going to be a match, it’s a punishment. Didn’t you hear that the Kid reached the second level of offense in the eyes of management? Apparently forking over one thousand of his paycheck last time didn’t teach him anything. The youth have no idea about the value of the dollar these days. I will say that a leap from a one thousand dollar fine to the death penalty is quite a steep price from first offense to second offense but I don’t make the rules here. I do follow them, though.
BC:
So you don’t feel that KWC will put up much of a fight?
Bane:
It depends on what you mean by putting up a fight. If you mean the same type of fight that the field mouse puts up against a python, then sure, I guess the Kid will try to avoid me as much as he can for basic instinct of survival. It’s his own fault though. The mouse should never venture down the snake hole. It’s somewhere it doesn’t belong.
BC:
Let’s move onto the Dangerous Championship. There’s a little controversy brewing as Derrick Ford claims it was a fast count that cost him the title. Your thoughts?
Bane:
Well, I think it was quite obvious that the DCWL had to meet up with some rules and regulations put forth by our current Socialist regime in office right now.
BC:
What do you mean?
Bane:
Have you heard of Affirmative Action Blaze?
BC:
Are you implying…
[Bane cuts her off.]
Bane:
I’m not implying anything. What I saw was a fast count on Ford, slow counts when Ford pinned, what looks like time added to the match so that it wouldn’t be a time limit draw. Everything points at Ford was supposed to lose that match. I’m sure that Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton or someone else from the NAACP came in and bullied management with threats of a lawsuit if BA Jive didn’t get the title. I can’t fault management for that. They just reopened and probably couldn’t afford a big legal battle right now. They just caved into the whims of those people.
And now let’s look at who got the next match. Max Turbo. A Japanese “super hero”. [Bane does the air quotes when he says this] Well of course they’re going to give the shot to a Jap next. And I’m sure after that, the Indian Maurice Thompson will get a shot. Then maybe one of those Samoans will get a shot after him. Then I’m guessing management will sign some Spic to get a shot after that. Really, they should just rename the belt the Affirmative Action championship.
[BC is a little taken aback by this sequence of events as it takes her a couple of seconds to close her jaw and get the look of shock off of her face. She regroups and continues the interview.]
BC:
You mentioned Maurice Thompson there. Have you heard his comments on you and what are your thoughts?
Bane:
Who?
BC:
Maurice Thompson... you just mentioned him…
Bane: [Oozing with sarcasm]
Oh yeah! Him! The little Indian that could.
[Bane gets more serious.]
Before his first match in his career, he called out me and Derrick Ford. Derrick Ford gets the honor of beating the Hell out of him first, which is actually probably fortunate for Maurice. He’ll realize he made a horrible career choice, tuck his feathers between his legs, and get the Hell out of here before I ever get the opportunity to destroy him even more than Mr. Ford ever could. Maurice isn’t someone I’m really concerning myself with right now, Blaze, if you catch my drift. He’s only had one match and struggled in it. Come talk to me again after his 20th match and see what I say about him.
Actually, don’t bother because he still won’t mean anything to me or this league.
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WINNER – Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy (Last Trip to Tulsa, 12:28)
RM: “And mercifully it’s over. Wolf Masterson was just put off his game completely. And what business does the Deputy Commissioner have bringing a steel chair into the ring?”
CC: “He’s the Deputy Commissioner and he handles enforcement, but… yeah, a chair?”
RM: “And as for Wolf Masterson…”
CC: “Yeah, he used to be werewolf? What the Hell, Michigan was that about?”
RM: “Not the werewolf… What was that with Mina Eyre talking about a ‘third?’ Are we seeing the birth of a trio?”
[Masterson rolls out of the ring and walks to the back. Passing him on the way is DCWL Commissioner Kyle Hayden. He has a belt tucked under his arm. He hands the belt to his deputy, who holds it in front of him. The belt is gold, and larger than the Trios and Dangerous Championship belts.]
RM: “And this must be the announcement about the Grand Championship.”
HAYDEN: “You know, when I restarted the DCWL, the one belt that I knew had to carry over was this one, the Grand.”
[Alloy, still in his ring gear, but as Deputy Commissioner, holds the belt aloft.]
HAYDEN: “This belt carries the history of the DCWL forward. It bears names like Tawny Blake, The Vindicator, Noah Prejudice, Dale Stanwycz, Johnny Detson, Haplo the Vagabond—”
FAN: [just inside microphone range] “JAAX!”
HAYDEN: [sigh] “Yes, and Jackson Hunter. And so, to open the competition up to as many deserving contenders as possible, as well as to weed out the top two, we’re going to hold two multi-man matches at the next show.”
[Decent crowd pop for that.]
HAYDEN: “Leon Corella is already the first entrant. We’re opening this up to not only those currently contracted by the DCWL, but to anyone in Shootfire, in Spirit of Wrestling, and any DCWL alumni. We’ll fit you into one of those matches and the winners of those two matches will face each other at Plunderland ’09, two out of three falls. The Grand Championship carries a lot of history, folks. It’s time to make some history of our own.”
RM: “We have our announcement about the Grand Championship, and it’s open to any competitor from Shootfire Pro Wrestling and Spirit of Wrestling as well! Kyle Hayden wants to attract the best athletes to the DCWL, obviously. Chazz, what happens if Sammy Knight or Victor Frost show up in Edmonton at ‘Citation Needed’ to compete for the belt?”
CC: “Hell, Hayden said any former DCWL wrestler. What if JDM Superstar shows up and takes the belt? How is that going to reflect on Shootfire?”
RM: “You never know who is going to hear the call… The Vindicator might return, Guido the Great might show up… What if BEDROCK appears?”
CC: “Then the third seal is broken.”
RM: “Fans, we heard earlier tonight from Bane about his match with Kid Way Cool, who attacked Bane after his match with Brian Irwin at ‘Ruckus in the Rockies.’ It was decided that the best way to handle the situation would be to match KWC and Bane up tonight.”
CC: “KWC probably doesn’t think so.”
RM: “Well, Brian Irwin is here tonight and he’s watching from backstage. That match is next.”
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WINNER – Bane (knockout - Rahowa, 9:25)
RM: “Oh my god…”
CC: “Oh, god, please say he’s okay…”
RM: “Kid Way Cool took an ugly shot to the head from that Rahowa of Bane’s.”
[A pair of trainers rush down the ramp and into the ring to tend to Kid Way Cool, who is motionless on the mat. Brian Irwin jogs out awkwardly shortly after.]
RM: “Brian Irwin heading to ringside to check on Kid Way Cool. He and Kid Way Cool are countrymen… Irwin considers KWC something of a protégé…”
CC: “Will someone get that goon out of there? This is sick.”
[Bane has not left the ring. He just stares coldly down at Kid Way Cool.]
RM: “All right, Kid Way Cool seems to have regained consciousness at this point…”
CC: “I’ve had a couple of moves like that Rahowa done to me in my day… It’s a surefire way to get a concussion. Hopefully, the kid doesn’t have any spinal damage after that; hopefully he just got knocked out for a few seconds.”
[An anguished Brian Irwin leaves KWC’s side for a second and shouts a few classic Mancunian vulgarities at Bane, who responds by calmly leaving the ring and walking back up the ramp to the backstage area.]
CC: “Okay, they’re sitting him up now… Hopefully he’s okay.”
[The crowd applauds as the trainers and Brian Irwin assist Kid Way Cool to his feet. KWC is glassy-eyed and in another world, with his arms around either trainer’s shoulders.]
RM: “You know, Chazz, I’ve seen a lot of injuries in the DCWL over the past seven years, and you still don’t get used to seeing them. I imagine Brian Irwin is going to have some difficult phone calls to make over the next 24 hours.”
CC: “Not to sound crass, but this could be a case of the chickens coming home to roost for KWC. All those post-match attacks… That concussion count he racked up. This could be poetic justice.”
RM: “Well…”
[The trainers, with Brian Irwin following close behind, assist KWC to the backstage area.]
RM: “…Yes, Chazz, that does sound crass.”
CC: “It’s being so cheerful that keeps me going.”
RM: “It’s main event time on ‘Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives,’ and it pits a raw rookie in Maurice Thompson against someone who once held that distinction, Derrick Ford.”
CC: “Well, The Native’s reach may have exceeded his grasp here in this case. Even though he impressed the hell of me in the match of the night at ‘Ruckus in the Rockies,’ he still has to face someone just that much bigger, just that much craftier, and just that much stronger. He’s ten years older than Thompson; that’s ten more winters than Thompson’s been through. I think at the end of the day, Derrick Ford will beat Maurice Thompson. ‘The Native’ has momentum is his favour, because Denis Cyr was better in practice than he was in the record book. But I’m looking at Ford and I see someone a real red-ass. Derrick L. Ford is out to make a statement tonight, and Maurice Thompson has to be careful not to make it for him.”
RM: “Let’s take you to the ring for the announcements!”
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WINNER – Derrick Ford (Gas Pump, 13:19)
RM: “And a big win for Derrick Ford!”
CC: “Nice powerbomb! I’d been waiting to see him bust out that Gas Pump!”
RM: “And take nothing away from Maurice Thompson, another good showing from the youngster from North Dakota!”
CC: “Yeah to honest, I kind of had it my head that Ford would mow ‘The Native’ down but he fought to the bitter end!”
RM: “Well, DCWL fans, that wraps it up for us here in Boise and ‘Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and—’ what the…”
[“Fuel” by Metallica cuts out as Kyle Hayden and Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy reappear at the entrance at one end of the ramp, blocking Derrick Ford’s exit.]
ALLOY: “Congratulations, Derrick and Maurice. Commissioner Hayden has been extremely impressed with the work of both of you. Mr. Thompson…”
[Thompson, still in the ring, intently listens to the Deputy Commissioner.]
ALLOY: “You’re qualified for the Grand Championship. See you in Edmonton.”
[Thompson is over the moon, and much of the crowd is ecstatic. He shakes the ropes and drops to his knees, a huge smile on his face.]
ALLOY: “Don’t look so excited, Maurice; Bane just signed a few minutes ago.”
[Ford is less impressed. He makes a beeline to Hayden’s face, but Alloy cuts him off.]
ALLOY: “And you, Derrick… I was going to qualify you, but—”
[Ford goes apoplectic.]
ALLOY: “Let me finish! I was going to qualify you for the Grand Championship, but I was also going to grant you a return match for the Dangerous Championship at ‘Citation Needed’ against Max Turbo. But seeing your reaction now, I guess I’m going to leave it up to you.”
[Ford begins to back off, considering the possibilities.]
ALLOY: “You can either do one or the other, Derrick. Not both. We’ve already got a challenger for the Dangerous Championship lined up for Plunderland ’09, so don’t think Dangerous Championship title shots grow on trees.”
[Alloy hands the microphone over to Kyle Hayden.]
HAYDEN: “You can get back to us, Derrick. Choose wisely.”
[The Commissioner and his Deputy return backstage, leaving a pensive Derrick Ford behind.]
RM: “Fans, Derrick Ford has a decision to make, and stay tuned to dangerouswrestling.blogspot.com to find out what exactly it is! For Christian Chazz and Blaze Crimson, I’m Rich Manning. We’ll see you in Edmonton for ‘Citation Needed!’”
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