Dangerous Championship Wrestling League: DCWL #4 - September 2, 2009 - Edmonton, Alberta

[Open to the backstage area, where Blaze Crimson catches up with two previously unknown individuals. One is a sour looking scraggly man in grimy blue coveralls. The other is a veritable giant, in spite of his two sizes too small “My Little Pony” t-shirt.]

BLAZE: Welcome, DCWL fans, to Edmonton, Alberta and our fourth show, “Citation Needed!” And the drawing for entry into the two Grand Championship qualifiers has already begun. Joining me now are two DCWL Originals, Mario Speedwagon and Paul Doom.

[She turns to the man in coveralls.]

BLAZE: Mario, you just drew your entry number for Qualifying Match #1. What number did you draw, if you don’t mind my asking?

[Mario just sort of ogles her.]

BLAZE: Mr. Speedwagon.

[Speedwagon jumps, returning to reality.]

MARIO: Sorry… I was just imagining you holding a big styrofoam wrench. You do any work with Snap-on?

BLAZE: Mr. Speedwagon, what envelope did you pull in the entry lottery?

[Mario holds up a plain white envelope and plucks a slip of paper out of it.

MARIO: Oh. This thing. Looks like I gotta go in first. That’s gonna suck especially with Leon Corella and One Winged Angel in there. Wish I was in the other qualifier with Derrick Ford.

BLAZE: [suddenly abrupt] We know, okay? Because you hate Fords.

[Mario looks momentarily hurt.]

MARIO: Am I that transparent?

[Blaze turns to the near 7’ monster in the white and pink shirt.]

BLAZE: Paul Doom, what number did you draw?

[Doom remains fixated on the slip of paper in the envelope.]

DOOM: Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

[Blaze turns back to the camera.]

BLAZE: Well, the drawing is underway so soon we should—oh!

[She suddenly catches up with a lumbering figure in an ill-fitting tan suit. It turns out to be none other than DCWL Deputy Commissioner Kevin Alloy.]

BLAZE: Deputy Commissioner Alloy!

ALLOY: Mmm?

BLAZE: How is the entry lottery going?

ALLOY: Oh, pretty good. Most everyone’s got their number now, and with Derrick Ford out of the mix, we’ve only got a couple of stragglers left to draw—

BLAZE: Excuse me; Derrick Ford out of the mix? What do you mean?

ALLOY: Derrick Ford committed his second offence of the enforcement policy when he made that sardonic little video to confirm his involvement in tonight’s match. So now he’s subject to administrative dickery.

BLAZE: How so?

ALLOY: Tonight, Derrick Ford does not get to draw a number to enter the qualifier. It’s been given to him. In the second Qualifying match, Derrick Ford will enter the match first.

[Alloy exits. Cut to…]

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

RM: Welcome DCWL fans to Edmonton, Alberta, and the penultimate show before “Plunderland ’09!” If you’re joining us from Spirit of Wrestling or Shootfire Pro, or if you’ve been following the DCWL from back in 2002—

CC: Or even earlier! UWAC… NEWA…

RM: …Welcome to the broadcast of “Citation Needed.” Rich Manning alongside Christian Chazz, and Chazz… we only have a single one-on-one contest tonight.

CC: You betcha. The Dangerous Championship gets defended every show, and at every show it’s been defended at, there’s always been a new champion. Ford dropped the belt to Jive, Jive dropped the belt to Max Turbo, and now Max Turbo’s got to defend the belt against B.A. Jive again. I’m not much for odds, but I’m thinking Max Turbo’s days as champ are numbered.

RM: It could end a few minutes from right now. People have been accusing Max Turbo of fluking his way into the championship… we’ll see if he has what it takes for a successful title defense.

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

*SPOILERS AHOY!*

WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION – Max Turbo (Descend Dragon Death Wings ’98, 13:55) (defence #1)

RM: And another victory for Max Turbo! Still undefeated in the DCWL!

CC: Yeah, if anything, that win was more decisive than the last. I thought Jive had him with that Bitchslap Lariat, but Turbo mixed up his offense a bit; good job not using that Lio Kaizer again.

RM: And the list of challengers for the Dangerous Championship is beginning to grow. Turbo has sent out contracts for challengers to come from Spirit of Wrestling and Shootfire to face him for the belt.

#THERE IS... A HOUSE... IN NEEEWWWW ORLEANS...#

CC: Well, I make no secret of it. This is my pick to take the first qualifying match.

[The Crowd erupts into a mixed reaction as Leon Corella steps through those curtains. He wasn't dressed to compete at this moment, however, he was decked out in a slick, tan colored business suit, cream colored shirt, and gold colored tie. His brown Italian loafers were buffed and shine to absolute perfection, and the diamond encrusted platinum Rolex watch on his wrist gleamed and glittered in the lights. On his right shoulder resides the freshly "acquired" DCWL Maple Leaf Championship. He cast those ice blue eyes at the crowd, a smile creeping across his face that just would not contain itself. He proceeds down the ramp as his music plays on, quickly arriving at ringside where he ascends those ring steps and slips through the ropes. Once he is front and center, he produces a microphone from his inner coat pocket and motions for his music to be killed with a cut throat gesture. Bringing the microphone to his lips, he proceeds in addressing the crowd.]

CORELLA: I never thought for one split second, I would miss you bastards, but hearing your cheers, boos, and whatever the hell that other noise you people make....

[...He smiles as the crowd gives him a little uproar, seemingly for shits and giggles...]

...That would be it... yes... But hearing you people actually brought a smile to my face.

[...Corella then began walking the parameter of the ring along the ropes as he made his speech...]

....The only thing I missed more, was standing in this very ring and facing a worthy opponent. Make no mistake, Alton West put up one hell of a fight, but I proved to be the better man at Fast Cars, Danger, Fire, and Knives. I took this...

[...He raises the belt on his shoulder into the air...]

...as a little memento of that occassion. This belt means nothing in the grand scheme of themes, but look at how well it rests on my shoulder...

[...Corella then lowered the belt back down, shifting it slightly...]

...This belt is merely a place holder for another much more worthy, and prestigious title...

[...Spinning on one heel, He looks directly into the camera with an intense, focused gaze...]

The D..C..W...L... Grand... Championship...

[...There was a hint of mania in his gaze only for a second, before he turned his back to the camera, looking upon the crowd around him...]

...Granted, I will be facing the best the DCWL, and possibly even the world at large... has to offer.

[...Another megawatt smile pierces his normally stern features as he rounds the ring once again...]

...This championship match will be the greatest extraveganza ever recorded on film, and the only way it could possibly get better...

[...Corella presses an open palm to his chest...]

...at least for me...

[...A slight snicker...]

...Is if I were to leave the greatest moment in DCWL... no... Wrestling History as your Grand Champion....

[...He once again shifted that Maple Leaf Championship on his shoulder...]

...I've already proven that I'm quite... photogenic... with a championship belt on my shoulder... And I've only given you a taste of what I'm capable of in this ring. Now it's just a matter of time....

[...He stopped and cast a sideways glance at the camera...]

...I will be King...

"WHAT BUSINESS ARE YEW IN?"

#Watch the birdie...#

[The theme song of the Deputy Commissioner-- "Shutter Buggin' by Buck 65-- cuts him off. But rather than Kevin "Killdozer" Alloy, Alton West, already in his ring attire, begins to walk down the ramp to the ring. Behind him is the very reluctant Alloy, who is in his in his ill-fitting suit, a briefcase in his hand. Alton steps into the ring, staring at Corella and gesturing to the DCWL Deputy Commissioner. West has brought his own microphone.]

WEST: There he is, Mr. Alloy. Make him give me my belt back!

[The lumbering Deputy Commissioner steps through the ropes into the ring and sags.]

WEST: He admitted it! He has admitted to stealing my DCWL Maple Leaf Championship, and now he's parading it around. Punish him! Make him have a match with you!

[Alloy is unimpressed. Corella glares coldly down at the Deputy Commissioner.]

ALLOY: No.

[Corella cocks an eyebrow.]

ALLOY: For the billionth time, I am not your dad, Alton. That belt hasn't been recognized in over twelve months, okay? And if you look real closely, it's the old DCWL Purebreed title with the word "Purebreed" smoothed out, and the words "Maple Leaf" written in.

[He looks back and forth between Corella and West.]

ALLOY: If you want your damn trophy belt back... if you actually want that belt to mean something, don't cry to me asking me to get the bad man to give it back to you. If Mr. Corella wants to collect a little trophy from everyone he faces, then hey, it's none of my business and it makes great TV. It's between you and him. Leave me out of it.

[Alton looks back and forth between Corella and Alloy.]

WEST: Well...

[He suddenly darts for the ropes.]

WEST: Then I better get to work on a challenge then.

[Watching the scene unfold, Corella couldn't help but snicker. He brings the microhpone to his lips.]

CORELLA: Hey kid, now's a great time...

[He steps forward a bit, motioning West on.]

CORELLA: I'm here, and you're there. Step up and make your challenge...

[West gets back into the ring.]

WEST: All right.

[Alex clears his throat.]

...Leon Corella... I want a rematch for my belt.

CORELLA: No.

[Corella chuckles.]

ALLOY: He said "no," Alton.

WEST: Make him say "yes!"

ALLOY: You make him *want* to say "yes!"

WEST: All right. Leon Corella...

[West clears his throat again.]

WEST: Pretty please.

CORELLA: No.

WEST: Well... well, why not?

[Leon casts his gaze to the crowd for a moment, a smirk decorating his face. Adjusting that belt on his shoulder, he brings the microphone back up to his lips and answers the man.]

CORELLA: ...Because you're not man enough to do it alone.

[He motions with a wave of his hand to Kevin Alloy.]

...You had to go into the back and drag this man, our Deputy Commissioner, Kevin Alloy, away from duties that are far more important than dealing with a sniveling little shit like you.

[Letting the hand drop, he smiled at Alton West as the young man stared back at him with flared nostrils and a furrowed brow.]

...I'll tell you what Alton, You will have one shot for this belt. Only ONE...

[...He holds a finger up in Alton's face for emphasis.]

...If you can Pin me later tonight during the Grand Championship qualifier, you can have your little trophy belt back. It doesn't matter what the matches' outcome ends up being....

[...Leon stepped even closer to Alton now, his greater height and build much more apparent than before.]

...You have to be the one to eliminate me in order to get this...

[...He lifts that belt off his shoulder, and holds it out to one side....]

...If you can't do it kid, then you will never see this belt again. On the flipside....

[...Now a dangerous grin spread across Corella's features as he slipped that belt back on his shoulder...]

...If I pin you, then you have to watch at Plunderland '09, as I take this belt and burn it in front of all the fans just to show you exactly what it means to me and the rest of the DCWL.... What'll it be? Do you want it bad enough to wager the risk?

[...Corella hunkered down, practically overbearing Alton at this point, their faces mere inches apart...]

What'll it be kid...?

[West glances away at Alloy for approval. But Alloy is now long gone.]

WEST: Erm...

[Corella and West are now nose to nose. West looks like he's sweating bullets.]

WEST: Look, I may the greatest athlete in the world... but I don't want the reputation as a guy who cripples people. So, I accept your challenge, and now, I'm going to have to call you an ambulance.

[West makes sure to back off out of arm's reach.]

WEST: I've broken bones of hundreds of athletes on hundreds of continents, Leon.

[Corella lurches at West.]

WEST: I mean-- Mr. Corella!

[West hightails it out of the ring, Corella remaining in the ring with a rather huge smile upon his face.]

CORELLA: Signed... sealed... delivered...

[Muse's House of the Rising Sun hits the house PA and Corella drops the microphone, then steps through the ropes and promptly exits ringside.]

RM: Well, there it is. Leon Corella using his clout on Alton West.

CC: West is such a weenie… he can’t do anything for himself.

RM: Well, we’re going to find out if Leon Corella can make good on his promise to pin Alton West shortly, but first, we’ve got a Trios match that has been a long time coming. Unique Element and Complete Control have been battling over the past two shows for dominance, with neither team able to score a decisive win.

CC: Yeah, all countouts makes Chazz a mean boy. So hopefully we get a decisive result this time around.

RM: And to top it all off, the winning team in this match will challenge for the Trios championship later tonight! The stakes couldn’t be higher in the Trios division! Let’s hand it back over to Buckley Luck.

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

*SPOILERS AHOY!*

WINNERS – Unique Element (Danny Gunderson d. John Blackstock, Don’t Think Just Tap, 30:28)

RM: You don’t get much more decisive than that, folks! Complete Control just flew apart there at the end, Chazz.

CC: I’ll say. It looked like they were up to the challenge of Unique Element, but Quinney got too aggressive with that powerbomb and he got caught by Gunderson. And Preston and Blackstock just got knocked off their game because of it.

RM: You know what that mean, of course: Unique Element will be challenging for the Trios Championship TONIGHT.

CC: It’s tough not to like Unique Element, but they were just in a half-hour war. How much are they going to have against a team of fresh Annoyed Samoans?

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

[Cut backstage to the office of the Commissioner. Kyle Hayden leans against the wall next a table with two small plexiglass drums on it. One drum is empty. The second has three plain white envelopes in it. In the room steps Kevin Alloy.]

ALLOY: The wrestler from Shootfire here yet?

[Hayden glumly shakes his head.]

ALLOY: You ever going to let me in on who it is?

HAYDEN: Not yet. I can’t take any chances. I did want to talk to you about that new trio though…

ALLOY: Oh yeah?

HAYDEN: Mina Eyre wants you to roll back the punishment you gave to Wolf Masterson.

ALLOY: He came in late, he sassed back to management—

HAYDEN: You did kind of fly off the handle there, Kev.

[Alloy pauses.]

ALLOY: Granted.

HAYDEN: And she said that if anyone could understand trying to shake off an embarrassing jokey macabre gimmick, it would be you.

ALLOY: Satan says she has a point. All right, Wolf Masterson has his amnesty. We’re keeping the fine, though. I suppose we could give them Complete Control as opponents for Plunderland, since they aren’t doing anything.

HAYDEN: Oh, and about Plunderland… Your… uh… “old flame” is going to be there…

ALLOY: Does it have to do with the Sirens division? That’s going to be awkward, you know.

HAYDEN: And speaking of awkward, I’m going to let you supervise the second last draw for the qualifier.

[Hayden quickly exits.]

ALLOY: Second last draw? Awkward? Kyle, what are you talking about?

[Into the room steps Porno Anderson in his slightly-too-small tights. He grabs an envelope from the plexiglass drum.]

PORNO: Yeah-uh. Time to crack some warez, baby.

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

[Back to Chazz and Manning. The sounds of action taking place in the ring.]

RM: Well fans, the first qualifying match for the Grand Championship is under way, and we’ve confirmed all six participants in the heat. In the ring right now is Paul Doom and Mario Speedwagon. Every six minute interval, a new wrestler is going to enter the match.

CC: Maurice Thompson is still to come, Alton West is going to be in at some point and if he gets pinned by Corella, bye bye vanity title.

RM: Also tonight, we have One Winged Angel visiting the DCWL. Earlier today he said it was his mission from God to claim the Grand Championship.

CC: As long as he’s not associated with the Church of the Vindicator, he can proselytize us however he wants.

RM: Let’s take you back to the ring.

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

*SPOILERS AHOY!*

19:18 – Leon Corella d. Paul Doom (Triangle Scissors)

21:33 – Leon Corella d. Mario Speedwagon (High Angle Boston Crab)

30:10 – Leon Corella d. Alton West (Schoolboy Rollup)

39:06 – Leon Corella d. One Winged Angel (Perfect Clutch)

46:10 - Maurice Thompson d. Leon Corella (Natives Unite)

WINNER - Maurice Thompson

RM: THOMPSON WINS! THE NATIVE IS MAIN EVENTING PLUNDERLAND ’09!!!

CC: That was a fluke!

RM: Fluke or not, Maurice Thompson defeats Leon Corella clean!

CC: Corella had him dead to rights! Believe me, I don’t want to minimize what Maurice Thompson accomplished here, but Leon Corella took out all four other wrestlers in this match, virtually single-handedly.

RM: That’s an argument to make in a perfect world, but look at the statistics and who’s music is playing right now, Chazz. And Thompson resisted every submission hold Leon Corella threw at him.

CC: If I’m Leon Corella, I’m climbing to the top of every mountain and demanding a rematch. These two are going to go again, mark my words.

RM: You know, let’s not lose sight of the fact that Leon Corella made good on his promise to pin Alton West. Emperor West is going to have to watch Corella destroy that Maple Leaf Championship belt!

CC: Good for him. I’ll bring marshmallows.

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

[Cut backstage to Dan Clear, who looks the same as he always looks.]

CLEAR: Warman, Montana was a small town of about 180 people in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. Isolated, seemingly stuck in another age… Most people in Warman belonged to the Church of the True Messiah. All seemed peaceful, until stories spread to neighboring communities. Stories of incest, forced marriage, theocratic heresies. The people of Warman began to fear outsiders. Jedidiah Brantseg, the head of the Church of the True Messiah in Warman, and consequently the most powerful man in the community called for the town to defend itself against these sinful outsiders. Stories of gun-running, stockpiling illegal arms began to surface. When a joyriding teenager was shot and killed; allegedly for trespassing, state and later federal authorities took notice. The FBI and ATF were dispatched to raid the compound of the Church of the True Messiah, but found the entire population of Warman, Montana dead. Some committed suicide, but many were believed to have been murdered for attempting to flee the grizzly fate that awaited them. 180 people, all dead, save for one. Young Caleb Brantseg, son of Jedidiah Brantseg, had been spared the death that surrounded him in Warman. Mute, unable or unwilling to speak, carrying only a note in his father’s handwriting.

[Zoom out to reveal a 6’ 2” hypermuscular young man with short, messy red hair standing behind Clear. His eerie green eyes are expressionless.]

CLEAR: “Go forth in the world, and bring the message of the one true church to them wherever you may go.”

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

RM: Uhhh…

CC: Wow…

RM: Seriously, do you buy that?

CC: It has a certain appeal to it. I’ve heard stories about Warman…

RM: Oh come on, isn’t this just Dan Clear just exploiting some tragedy or other for his own profit?

CC: Could be, but what if the story is true?

RM: I don’t know if I want to think about it. Fans, we’re moving on to the Trio Championship. Unique Element won the right to face the Annoyed Samoans earlier tonight for the Trios Championship. This will be the Annoyed Samoans first title defense.

CC: Yeah, the Samoans have been on a tear since bursting onto the scene, and it’s tough to pick against them. And I’m not saying that because Ozzie Emshamo uninstalled Vista from my laptop and put XP back on for me.

RM: [aside] Really?

CC: [aside] Oh yeah. 3 gig RAM… updated my video hardware…

RM: [aside] Huh.

CC: [aside] Uh, the match, Rich…

RM: OH! Uh, Unique Element challenge The Annoyed Samoans! Next!

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

*SPOILERS AHOY!*

WINNERS – Unique Element (countout, 8:28), The Annoyed Samoans retain (defense #1)

RM: The Annoyed Samoans win again, but another countout?

CC: Countout! BORING! Let’s see some decisive moves out there!

RM: Ozzie, Moses and Offramp are celebrating like it’s a huge victory!

CC: And they lost the match!

RM: Well, here comes the Deputy Commissioner. I’ve got a good idea where this is going.

[Alloy elicits a microphone from Buckley Luck. He glances at Unique Element.]

ALLOY: Bet you guys are sick of seeing me.

[He runs his hand through his hair.]

ALLOY: I’m not gonna get mad. I’m just going to tell you how it’s going to be. I can’t set a rematch at the next show in Calgary.

[The fans boo. Maybe some were hoping to make a road trip to Calgary.]

ALLOY: The Trios title is supposed to be defended every other show. So what I can do is set a rematch for the show after that in Bismarck. It’s going to be Unique Element against the Annoyed Samoans at Show #6…

[He glances back and forth between the two teams.]

ALLOY: And it’s going to be in a cage.

[Nice pop!]

RM: Well, you wanted a decisive win, Chazz, you’re going to get one when we roll into Bismarck, North Dakota!

CC: Yeah, no countouts there.

RM: I have to worry what those Samoans are going to be like in the cage, though; this could be bad for Gunderson, Wilson and Lindsay.

CC: Oh, come on, Rich. The Samoans will be more concerned with ensuring the architectural stability of the cyclone fence of the cage wall.

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

[Cut backstage to the Commissioner’s office. Kyle Hayden looks sadly over his shoulder to the plexiglass drum. In the drum sits two plain white envelopes. Zoom out to show Hayden sitting on a red velvet chaise lounge. From one side of the screen enters the garish Hollywood Panzerotti, holding one end of a garish gilded throne. On the other end of the throne is the garish green and purple masked GRRR Guy.]

HOLLYWOOD: Right there.

[They lower the throne to the left of Hayden and the chaise lounge.]

HOLLYWOOD: Thanks a million GRRR Guy.

[Hollywood sits down in the throne. GRRR Guy holds out his palm and clears his throat.]

HOLLYWOOD: Oh, here ya go.

[Hollywood hands over some bills to GRRR Guy.]

GRRR GUY: Thanks. Papa has to eat too.

HOLLYWOOD: Don’t mention it.

[GRRR Guy holds out his palm again.]

GRRR GUY: Uh, Papa has seven kids…

HOLLYWOOD: That’s all I got.

GRRR GUY: Oh… VIVA MEXICO!!!

[GRRR Guy disappears with a dramatic swish of his cape. Hollywood addresses the camera.]

HOLLYWOOD: Greetings, mouth breathers, and welcome to the real start of the show. Hollywood Panzerotti here to fulfil your every desire and grant your every wish. And in my pleasure dome tonight is the one and only DCWL Commissioner, Ratt Kly—

[Hayden snarls at him under a Kubrick Stare.]

HAYDEN: Jon-Paul…

HOLLYWOOD: Okay, jeez, no need to bring my government name into it. So, Kyle, I see there’s still one envelope in the big bug jar back there. That new guy from SOW, Newman, he drew his number. Porno and Beckson took theirs. You got totalitarian on Ford and made him go first… there’s still two slots left and the big qualifier is next. I’m thinking Shootfire stood you up like so many prom dates. What gives? Myriad Capital not willing to invest in the DCWL?

[Hollywood is suddenly eclipsed by a figure dressed in the finest white silk. Hayden cracks a smile.]

HAYDEN: Fashionably late as always I see. Good to see you again.

[The figure walks to the plexiglass drum and takes an envelope. Panzerotti is, for once in his life, lost for words. The mystery qualifier turns around. Blonde hair, skin tanned bronze, perfect profile.]

HAYDEN: Thanks for accepting our invitation, Jeffery.

[Jeffery Dylan Marsh.]

[JDM Superstar.]

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

[Rich Manning and Christian Chazz’s jaws are on the floor. For a few seconds no one speaks.]

CC: Rich… we’re dead. Dead dead dead dead dead dead. Dead dead dead.

[Manning gulps.]

CC: Spikes is going to shut us down before we get to Plunderland when he sees this. The mastermind behind the IGA invasion of Shootfire, here in the Shootfire developmental league? Rich, it was a pleasure working with you, but we’re dead.

RM: But JDM Superstar was a member of the DCWL roster from 2007-2008. Kyle Hayden invited any former DCWL wrestler to qualify for the Grand Championship.

[“Fuel” by Metallica begins to play in the background to a big heel pop.]

CC: Yeah, JDM found a legal loophole. What else is new? Dammit, what if he drew an awesome number there? What if he wins? What if he gets to strut around in Shootfire with the IGA Invaders with the DCWL Championship, sponsored by Shootfire. Henry Spikes and Kyle Hayden hate each other at the BEST of times!

RM: Chazz, all we can do is focus on the match at hand. There’s still one envelope left in that drum and we’ve still got only five out of the six registered participants.

CC: Well, what if the sixth guy is Nathan Taylor?!

RM: Chazz, it won’t be Nathan Taylor.

[“Fuel” fades into “#1 Crush” by Garbage. Buckley makes the match introduction in the background.]

CC: Good. Because—

RM: On second thought, there’s no way of really knowing—

CC: OH WOULD YOU STOP THAT?!

RM: Gol-ly, Christian….

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

*SPOILERS AHOY!*

16:14 - Andy Newton d. Porno Anderson (German Suplex)

21:44 - JDM Superstar d. Derrick Ford (Schoolboy Rollup)

30:10 - Brian Irwin d. Andy Newton (Goldrush)

37:06 - Julian Beckson d. JDM Superstar (Prussian Blue)

42:29 - Julian Beckson d. Brian Irwin (Prussian Blue)

WINNER - Julian Beckson

CC: That was too close…

RM: Julian Beckson positively dominating that match! Even a surprise appearance by Brian Irwin couldn’t deter Bane from his destiny. Andy Newton didn’t do anything to disgrace himself in there either! That neckbreaker and Newton Cycle… if he can put all the pieces together, this kid is going places.

CC: I’m still tripping on JDM Superstar being in there. He eliminated Derrick Ford, and Derrick Ford and Henry Spikes go way back.

RM: Yeah… I have to agree. Henry Spikes is not going to be happy with what we just saw there. But the big story is we have our main event for Plunderland ’09! Maurice Thompson and Julian Beckson, Bane and The Native! Both will walk in to Calgary, and only one will leave as Grand Champion!

CC: Gee, you think the grizzled white supremacist veteran and the clean-cut mixed race rookie are going be combustible at all?

RM: DCWL fans, that’s it for “Citation Needed!” For Christian Chazz, Hollywood Panzerotti, Blaze Crimson and Dan Clear, I’m Rich Manning! Good night from Edmonton, Alberta, and we’ll see you in Calgary for—what?

CC: Holy jesus…

RM: Some kind of altercation backstage between Derrick Ford and Kevin Alloy—can we get someone—

[Cut backstage where Derrick Ford is throwing DCWL Deputy Commissioner Kevin Alloy through a set of double doors. Out into the parking lot they go. Alloy is reeling as Ford charges in, lariating Alloy to the asphalt in the prairie dusk. Ford hauls Alloy up again and drags him to a set of parked cars. Alloy surprises Ford with a headbutt, but Ford ducks a discus lariat and traps Alloy’s arm. He lifts Alloys parallel to the ground…]

*CRUNCH*

[And drops Alloy with the Gas Pump to the hood of a parked car. Fade out to Ford raining punches down on the Deputy Commissioner.]