ALLOY: So? How’s the sash? Chafing at all?
[Backstage in Sioux Falls, at “Drink Black Hole Brew.” Present is Deputy Commissioner Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy. Pan over to reveal… Ace Stevens! He wears a rather cheap looking sash with the words “GOVERNOR GENERAL” stencilled over them.]
STEVENS: No, good workmanship on here. It’s even got a cotton panel for my Mentos.
ALLOY: How about the seal’s heart? How was that?
STEVENS: A little salty, but I like them a little salty.
ALLOY: Good. Good.
STEVENS: So, when do I get started? What’s my first duty?
ALLOY: Well, like any good Governor General, you… tour the DCWL… act as a sort of a public figure… draw a salary without actually doing anything.
STEVENS: Do I get the keys to your Nissan Cube?
[Alloy scowls a menacing scowl.]
ALLOY: Don’t you EVER… laugh at my Cube.
STEVENS: Just askin’, man. So when do I go out and do ten-minute in-ring interviews? You know, screw with the good guys, make matches, put Curt Olsen in matches with my illegitimate son—
ALLOY: Nah, we won’t be doing that. The GG’s a ceremonial position. We just bring matches to you for royal assent.
STEVENS: Oh, so I don’t have to approve any matches I don’t want. Welllllll, I was thinking I didn’t really like that—
ALLOY: Uh, we already rubber-stamped the matches for you tonight. I just wanted to save you some work.
[Alloy reaches off-screen and finds a bottle of delicious Black Hole Brew, label facing toward the camera.]
STEVENS: So… basically I’m doing what I always do but wearing a sash and with a little more money, am I right?
ALLOY: Yep. Cheers.
[Alloy takes a swig from the bottle. He chokes it down as one would cat urine.]
STEVENS: The system works. Well, I better make myself useful before the intro video cuts—
KEVIN: [offstage] REVENGE IS MINE!
STEVENS: Hey! What’s he doing here—
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RM: Welcome, DCWL fans, to the final stop before “Ark of Triocalypse!” Welcome to Sioux Falls and “Drink Black Hole Brew!” Black Hole Brew presents the DCWL in Sioux Falls, and is pleased to announce their brand new pale ale, Golden Brown! Golden Brown: Texture Like Sun!
[Shot of the entry ramp. Entering through the curtain to a smattering of applause is Christian Chazz. He takes up his position beside Rich Manning at the announce table at the side of the ramp.]
RM: I’m Rich Manning, and we’re pleased to welcome back to the booth, the inimitable Christian Chazz. Chazz, welcome back.
CC: Thank you, Rich. Before we begin, I wanted to thank everyone for following up on me after the DCWL posted that update on my health on their blog.
RM: Uh… we didn’t post an update on your condition.
CC: Yeah, I’m aware of that.
[He frowns and takes a drink from the bottle of Black Hole Brew on the announce table. Manning notices the awkward moment and soldiers on.]
RM: Three titles will be decided tonight, as we showcase our first Sirens Championship match. Derrick Ford makes the first defense of his second reign as Dangerous Champion, and Unique Element make their first Trios title defense against the team represented by our new Governor General.
[Chazz coughs.]
CC: They should really call this swill “Steve Buscemi,” because it sure peels the gums off of your teeth. Oh, right, wrestling. Yep, we’ve got Trio action before the big tournament next month! And our main event tonight is a big ass 8-man tag match where all the participants will be involved in the tournament. Man, Drake Tungsten. That name brings back some memories. I remember his matches against Slab Bulkhead.
RM: Indeed we’re seeing some new faces tonight. Dark Angel makes his DCWL debut tonight when he squares off against the Great Atma, a gentleman… who isn’t Alton West.
CC: That certainly is… something you can say about him.
RM: But coming up next, we get our first look in ring at “The Question” Doug Foster.
CC: Yeah, everything we’ve seen up to this point has been as a hit-and-run artist, but he’s not contracted to the DCWL. So the only way he’s allowed back in to the arena tonight is in the ring against Brian Irwin.
RM: Doug Foster has acquired immunity from any sort of punishment Kevin Alloy might deal out in his appearance contract, and suffice to say, he’s turned a lot of heads in his first appearances. Let’s throw it down to the ring; Buckley Luck will make the match announcements!
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WINNER – Doug Foster (Fisherman’s Neckbreaker, 11:58)
RM: Good win for “The Question!” Brian Irwin is just falling into a losing skid here.
CC: You know, I thought it would come down to a battle of the piledrivers, but this Foster has got ice water in his veins. Not to sound cornball, but “The Question” had an answer for everything Brian Irwin threw at him.
RM: And now, Foster just blows out of the ring. Blaze Crimson is going to try to catch up with him.
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[The camera opens to find Doug Foster, walking purposely backstage after his match. Before Blaze Crimson can even get a word in, he brushes past her. One could hear the sounds of victory as loud music rocked the house and the R/A's muted voice could be barely heard declaring the winner.]
[Quickly his expression melts into shock and terror, however, as Corella, in a white tanktop, black jeans, and a pair of boots comes rushing from behind a pair of loose side curtains brandishing that black and gold sledgehammer. The man has no time to react, taking a solid ram shot from the head of the hammer into his gut, dropping him to his knees...]
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[...Leon steps over him, and squats down over his chest with hands on his knees. The Camera moves in close as blood begins dribbling out of the corners of Foster's mouth...]
[...After staring for several seconds into the man's face, Leon then rises off of the man to leave him in a heap, walking off as the camera looks back at the downed Doug Foster.]
BC: We need some help back here!
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RM: Leon Corella just LEVELED Doug Foster! That has to be payback from “Death of a Ladies’ Man.”
CC: Well, I heard “The Question” was hunting for big game in the DCWL. I guess he has it now.
RM: Well, fans, before we get to the next match, we’re going to look ahead and talk more about the “Ark of Triocalypse” Trio Tournament. Earlier this week in our sister federation Spirit of Wrestling, SOW President Raffaello Rossellini announced the names of the team they will be fielding at “Ark of Triocalypse.” “Street Samurai” Spade, and the tag team Alliance of Power, Caranova and McCarey!
CC: Yeah, Spade ran afoul of Leon Corella on Sundown and they’re going to be meeting up on the next edition.
RM: We’ve got more news from SOW to pass on later, but relating to the Trio Tournament, we’ve had a bit of a surprise, the spot that Complete Control was holding on to has been out and out SOLD, to another federation. NJWF will be bringing a team to the tournament!
CC: The actual brackets will be announced in the next week, so we’ll be finding out who DCWL management felt did the best job selling this awful awful awful beverage, but there’s one more twist.
RM: That’s right Chazz, between tonight and the announcement of the brackets, it’s free agency! The DCWL has collected a pool of ringers who weren’t selected for the tournament and they are allowing teams to make one substitution. So if the *ahem* Age of the Fail wants to boot out Alton West in favour of Sierra Browne, they’re allowed to do that.
CC: And scuttlebutt is that after War of the Words, Sierra Browne’s stock is rising. I think there’s going to be a team that’ll pick her up.
RM: So let’s take a look at the line-up for the Trio Tournament as it stands tonight:
1. Team SOW (Spade, Chris Caranova, Mike McCarey)
2. Team Shootfire (members TBA)
3. The New Main Street Killas (Killa 187, Ert Williams, Necro Bartender)
4. Unique Element (Danny Gunderson, Gabe Lindsay, Aaron Wilson)
5. Horrorshow (Joe Pansac, Wolf Masterson, Mina Eyre)
6. Team NJWF (Alexander Davis, Daisetsu Bando, Lennox Perkins)
7. Team Mad Cow (Mad Cow, Paul Doom, Mario Speedwagon)
8. Team Anderson (Mike Anderson, The Big Nasty, Offramp Alebua)
9. The Age of the Fail (Max Turbo, Alton West, Brian Irwin)
10. Team Sledge (Logan Braddock, Caleb Brantseg, Gabrielle RioPaah)
11. Team Dark Angel (Josh Curtis, Drake Tungsten, Ozzie Emshamo)
12. Team Thompson (Maurice Thompson, B.A. Jive, The Great Atma)
FREE AGENTS – Sierra Browne, Molly Molotov, John Blackstock, Eric Quinney, Marcus Davis, Doug Foster, Porno Anderson, Denis Cyr, “DCWL Icon,” more TBA post-show.
CC: A couple of marlins waiting to be pulled in there with Foster and Davis.
RM: How about Denis Cyr potentially making a one night only return?
CC: Who’s the legend? Haplo? Naja Takemara? Guido Milano? Matt Cole?
RM: For all we know, Hollywood Panzerotti could be referring to himself as a DCWL Icon.
CC: Ooh, good call.
RM: We mentioned Sierra Browne a minute ago; well, coming up next, she takes on Gabrielle RioPaah as we name our first Sirens Champion! Buckley, take it away!
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WINNER and NEW CHAMPION – Sierra Browne (The Truth, 15:03)
RM: That’s it! Browne wins with that superkick AGAIN! We have our first champion!
CC: Damn. Can anyone stop Sierra Browne? Molly Molotov, Erica Toughill, Gabrielle RioPaah. I hope the suits at Shootfire are watching because we could be looking at a once-in-a-lifetime athlete here!
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[We open to a small dressing room area backstage, Maurice Thompson stands with his cell phone to his ear. Maurice is already dressed in his attire for his match against, "Deputy Commissioner" Kevin Alloy later in the night.]
Thompson: ....Yes, I appreciate your interest with my organization. I will be in New York this time next week, so we will be able to meet...
[Maurice listens for a moment.]
....If you insist on paying for the ticket, I will not stop you. I look forward to meeting you Ms. Leigh.
[Also dressed in full ring attire, Leon Corella steps into view but says nothing as Maurice talks on his phone. Choosing not to interrupt the man, he stands and waits out of newfound respect.]
...I have to go Ms. Leigh, but I will definitely call you tomorrow.
[Maurice waits a moment again.]
Alright, goodbye...
[Maurice closes his cell phone, not turning around.]
....I heard you come in...
Corella: Hope I'm not intruding, but I saw the door open and heard you talking, so I figured you had a minute
[A solemn expression crosses Leon's face...]
...First... I would like to admit that I may have overreacted a bit to your defeat at the hands of Bane a couple months back.
[Straightening up a bit, He continues...]
...You see, Maurice, I knew what was going to happen if Bane got that title. I saw this shit storm coming a mile away, and my initial reaction was to blow a gasket, naturally...
[Maurice turns around, a smirk on his face.]
Thompson: I hope you didn't come in here to give me a review of the past two months.
[Corella matched his smirk and raised him a snicker, shaking his head...]
Corella: No... you're going to be quizzed soon enough, and I imagine you've done enough reviewing on your own as it is.
[...A brief pause...]
...I chose to test you... push you... and In some twisted way, I thought I was helping you out by showcasing the kinds of crazy, idiot things people will throw in your face in our sport.
[Corella chuckled a bit...]
...Our sport is one of medigated insanity, if there is such a thing.
[Thompson shakes his head, scratching his forehead with an index finger.]
Thompson: We both have a busy night...So, lets get to the point. What brings you here Leon? What do you want to talk about?
Corella: A couple things, namely to tell you, to your face and in person, that I was wrong about you. You are one of the few people here that can make this company shine.
[He offers a smile, as he dips into his wrist tape, producing a card...]
...I also want to help you in your battle with Alloy and Hayden. Take this card...
[...Leon holds it out to Thompson...]
...The only advice I ever got from my father before he died was, get yourself good legal representation. I have an entire legal staff at my disposal and now, so do you.
[...He then shot Maurice a wry grin...]
...These people have saved me from jail and insane fines several times during my... ahem... more questionable days...
[Maurice simply looks at the presented card.]
Thompson: That won't be needed, I have anything regarding my legal affairs taken care of.
[Maurice looks at Corella.]
...No disrespect intended...
Corella: None taken...
[..He then places the card down on a nearby bench...]
...Regardless, if you need it, it's there. I already told these people to treat you like they treat me. Every man should have as many tools to defend himself as possible, inside and outside the ring..
[...Corella looks Maurice in the eye...]
...Now, onto the second round of business. Is your organization prepared for sizeable donations?
[Maurice smirks again.]
Thompson: You would be surprised how fast video can spread around the internet, it seems that my bonfire is getting a good amount of attention. The Future Of The World is pretty well set.
Corella: Well I was hoping to be your first contributor, but you kids and your damn internet...
[Leon chuckles...]
...I would like to offer you a contribution of One hundred thousand dollars. It would mean a great deal to me....
[Thompson looks over Corella. After a few moments he begins shaking his head.]
Thompson: I really can't accept that from you right now, too much been said between us. Maybe at some point in the future I can accept that, just not right now.
[He nods his head, letting out a soft sigh..]
Corella: I understand, really I do. I guess you could say I was pretty much a dick to you, and while I can say I was upset with you for losing the Grand Championship to Beckson, it's not much of an excuse...
[Corella seemed a bit, uncomfortable, a hand rubbing the back of his neck..]
...You're a good guy, Thompson. I may not have shown you respect before, but I do respect you now. Not because you poured alcohol on some Nazi windbag... but because you stand up for what you believe in.
Thompson: Alloy and Hayden don't even understand why I did what I did to Beckson. They think it was all over Chelsea...To me that proves a lot about this company.
[Maurice shakes his head again, tossing his cell phone into his bag.]
It's sad...
[Corella nods, leaning against a locker with folded arms over his chest.]
Corella: As I said, Our business is one of medigated insanity. Sometimes the management in a promotion actually follows what is in it's best interests, and other times?
[Leon shrugged his shoulders...]
...other times, they can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground.
Thompson: Oh well...I guess I'll just have to beat Alloy tonight. It won't make him wise to the world, but it will make me feel better.
[He smirked...]
Corella: Just remember to breath and pace yourself while doing to him exactly what you did to me, and you should come out a winner. Alloy doesn't have the cardio training I do...
[He then leaned in a bit with a snicker...]
...and he isn't even as fast as I am, so you will be dancing circles around him...
[Thompson smirks again.]
Thompson: I'm not too concerned with Alloy, I just wonder how he fits into that Nissan Cube. He's not exactly the most fit guy in the world, he's not the smartest either....Come to think of it, he doesn't have much going for him.
[Corella stroked his chin, looking off as if in deep thought...]
Corella: Damn... you know, I never even gave that any thought. Why would any self respecting man own a Cube, especially one that's over 280 and hits the buffet bar harder than a fat kid hits a box of Krispy Kremes....
Thompson: And works for a midget with a superiority complex...
[Thompson strokes his chin as well.]
[Corella snickered...]
Corella: Now now.... the PC term is, little person... heh heh.... Though you know what? Calling a midget a little person sounds more derogatory than calling them a flat out midget in the first place....
Thompson: Good point...Well Leon, you may be an asshole at times but this has been fun.
[...He offered up a bit of a bow on that...]
Corella: The King of Assholes thank you...
[Thompson goes to high five Corella, but remembers his age. Maurice quickly clears his throat and extends his hand for a handshake, and Leon takes it with a firm grasp, giving him a good solid shake.]
Corella: Kick Alloy's ass pillar to post.
Thompson: Will do...
[Thompson nods his head and heads towards the door. He stops at the bench, gathering up that card Leon placed there. Studying it for a moment, he offers a smirk.]
Thompson: On second thought, I'll keep this handy.
[He then turned and headed out the door. Leon promptly shoved off of the locker and headed around the corner whistling House of the Rising Sun as he did so. The camera then fades back to ringside for the next match.]
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WINNERS and STILL CHAMPIONS – Unique Element (Aaron Wilson d. Killa 187, “Wilson Just Planted You,” 22:08)
RM: And Unique Element make their first successful defense of the Trios Championship.
CC: I think if you were to look in the dictionary for the word “in over your head,” you’d find a picture of Da Ace—The New Main Street Killas.
RM: [muttering confused] Look in the dictionary?
CC: I mean, sure, Necro Bartender seems to be doing a lot of the heavy lifting for the team and Ert Williams had the size advantage on all of them, but Killa just get annihilated at the end there. Still, nice to see him actually hit the BIIIIIIIIIIOTCH Blaster rather than just hope the resulting gust of air would knock his opponent over.
RM: What’s this?
[Horrorshow have shown up at ringside. Pansac, Eyre and Masterson each take a belt from the timekeeper’s position and climb into the ring with them. They each pair off with a member of the champions and offer the belts to them.]
RM: Unique Element and Horrorshow encountered each other back at “Death of a Ladies’s Man,” maybe Horrorshow is looking at returning the favour.
[Suddenly Necro Bartender sweeps between them with a chair in his hand! He takes a wild swing and grabs the belts from Pansac and Eyre. Ert Williams scrapes Killa off the mat with one hand, dragging him behind him, while he grabs the belt in Masterson’s hands! Quickly, the New Main Street Killas run up the aisle with the Trios belts, while Unique Element and Horrorshow give chase.]
RM: The NMSK are hijaaking the Trios belts!
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[A cameraman is seen walking outside the and above him on top of the roof is one of the DCWL's newest wrestlers: “Dark Angel” Joshua Curtis. Josh's gaze is fixed upon the moon that beams down on him when he hears the footsteps of the DCWL employee and as he turns to look down over the edge of the building he groans inwardly before speaking...]
DA – This is about the match tonight...isn't it?
[The cameraman only nods as DA makes his way down from atop his perch. As the cameraman awaits “Dark Angel” he can't help but shiver and not just because of how cold it is either!
As Joshua makes his way up to the cameraman he looks like he hasn't slept in about a week! Bags under his eyes, hair looks like it hadn't been combed...'bout the only things that look remotely maintained are his face and his teethbrushing! As he stops about 9 feet away from the unlucky employee he shoves his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and begins to speak again...]
Dark Angel – Atma let me tell you and the fans here a little bit about myself OK? I've no friends no acquaintances, no family. All those people I left behind because you see myself and Joshua have work to do here...tonight! You sadly were just the guy that became the soul that management decided to put in front of me to see just how mentally WHACKED I actually am!
Ever seen the insides of a padded cell? Ever have to deal with the men in the white coats that chase you with a net and then put you in a strait jacket? Unfortunately Joshua did and I was the one whom drove him to being the crazy ass psychopath that drove his sister to MY side! The mom refused to look at her sister until both her and her brother got “Spiritual Help” and the judges FORCED me to have to live at a shrine for many years! THAT WAS [BLEEP]ING PAINFUL!!!
Years went by and I lived in that shrine in a box after Joshua underwent his exorcism. How he survived that I'll never know because you see the “Good Father” failed at 3 exorcisms before mine. Then again...I think Joshua wanted to be done with me and underwent the torture just to be free of me. When we parted I became a “Free Spirit” again and lived with the Priest and Sister that you met already no doubt. The problem became that I didn't want to ever be done hurting people because it felt TOO GOOD and yet I let the two “Religious Sheep” that live at that shrine now try to “rehab” me. They should know better, but I let them think how they wanted.
This brings us back to the here and now Great Atma. Here's a question for you: Do you understand what a “Black Hole” is? Its a vacuum through which anything that happens to get sucked in DOESN'T come back out! Tonight dear Atma you are going to enter your own personal “Black Hole” because once we step into the ring you won't be come out...at least not without severe injuries because my mission tonight is the same as its going to be the rest of the time that I am in this promotion:
To hurt people...badly and sacrifice each and every one of them to my “Angels” so they can try to put the broken, battered and bruised bodies of my victims back together so that when they see me again they'll learn one thing quickly and that's that WE are in this company to make a statement and to show the rest of the wrestling world why we did before what we are going to do now. What you and the rest of the DCWL are going to have to figure out is how you are going to stop us and to be perfectly and brutally honest I don't think you or anyone in this company will stop us. Why? Because to ground a bird is to clip their wings...problem is we are the Angels that live in darkness and you need to understand that and well beat it into you tonight!
So as I leave you tonight I have just one question Great Atma...
Do you believe in Angels?
[The camera fades to black as DA goes back up to his perch above the arena thinking about what he is going to do to his opponent tonight]
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[Meanwhile, backstage in the hallway that is reserved for WALKING…]
[Maurice appears around a corner, just getting done speaking to Leon Corella. Thompson looks down at the business card in his right hand, completely unaware to his surroundings.]
VOICE: Anything else you want to tell the world you can do better than me?
[Pan over. Right in front of Thompson is the nearly 300 pound of Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy, in a thankfully baggy track suit. His arms are folded, and he looks over his tinted glasses.]
ALLOY: Or am I too “clueless” to possibly comprehend what you may have to say?
THOMPSON: Look _I_....
[Kevin Alloy cuts him off by slowly stepping forward and getting uncomfortably close.]
ALLOY: Instead of telling me about your holy crusade to cleanse the DCWL, why don’t you just say to my face what you said to camera a couple of weeks ago?
[Uncomfortable pause.]
ALLOY: Say “f’ you,” and say it to my face. Look me straight in the eyes and tell me what you really think of me. Show Chelsea, and Michael Navarro, and all those charities and all those other organizations that have hitched their wagon to you what a classy good guy you are. I’ll stand here and listen, because I’m patient enough to wait until later tonight when we can settle it in the ring.
[Thompson pops his tongue before starring Alloy in the eye.]
THOMPSON: I think you are the most blindly ignorant person I have ever crossed paths with in the wrestling industry. You stand behind the pathetic excuse of being apart of the management of the DCWL to justify your decisions. Well, your decisions have done nothing but put you, Hayden, and the DCWL product in a very uncomfortable corner. You are the kind of people that allow those like Beckson to exist. Instead of speaking out against that kind of hatred, you stand back and use your excuses to justify why you don't do anything...
_THAT_
[Thompson pauses.]
THOMPSON: That, is what I think of you.
ALLOY: And if I do speak out against him, then I’m put into the exact same position on the other side with him screaming about “freedom of speech.” I’m sure you’d be just as vocal defending me.
THOMPSON: An employer of a company has the right to what they allow on their product…
ALLOY: Then there’s the matter of your fine.
[Thompson smiles.]
THOMPSON: There's nothing you could ever do in order to get me to pay that fine. I'm not apologizing for something I feel no guilt for.
ALLOY: You already have. You didn’t pay voluntarily, so $1,000 is being taken out of your match pay tonight.
[Thompson busts out in laughter, putting his hand on Alloy's shoulder for a brief moment.]
THOMPSON: You and I both know...
[Thompson starts laughing again. He bends over not able to control himself. He collects himself, pointing his index finger at Alloy.]
THOMPSON: Youuuu....We both know the DCWL only pays me $500 a month...Wow...That was a good one Kevin.
ALLOY: Then I guess we'll just garnish your pay until we get our money.
THOMPSON: I figured you'd say something like that...
[Maurice hands Alloy the card he just got from Corella.]
THOMPSON: They are apart of my legal team, Sanderson and Kojima. The same Joel Sanderson and Hideo Kojima of the famous Mason case. If I see any tampering with any of my checks expect to receive a call from the number listed...You have to understand Kevin...
[Thompson's face suddenly turns serious.]
THOMPSON: When I give my word about something... _NOTHING_ will change it.
[Alloy grumbles. He takes a deep breath and tries to continue as calmly as possible.]
ALLOY: Look, this punishment is based as much in what you *didn’t* do as opposed to what you did. When Bane brought your girlfriend into the conversation, you did not say “hey, Kev, I don’t think the fine you gave him was enough. I’ll like to challenge him to a re-match. Title, non-title, I don’t care!” I would have pulled strings to get you that re-match because it I would have loved to have seen it and we thought very highly of you.
But decided to undermine the integrity of the organization and take matters into your own hands.
THOMPSON: I for one never saw any proof of this fine on Beckson, I did some research and couldn't find anything. You're such a fool Kevin, you think this is all about Chelsea...
[Maurice shakes his head in disappointment.]
THOMPSON: Stop being such a _Fool._ This is about everything Beckson represents, everything he has done, everything he has said. Of course I'm upset about what he said about her, he threatened to rape my girlfriend...For that, I will make sure he continues to pay for everything he's ever done. But, for you to believe this is all about her makes you pathetic. Ask the millions of people Beckson has offended, ask those that have lived in fear of those like Beckson...ask them why I stand against him.
ALLOY: And Christian Chazz? And Leon Corella? You weren’t there for them? Or does standing against James O’Connor and Doug Foster not include the added bonus of the Grand Championship?
THOMPSON: I don’t remember you standing up to Doug Foster either…
[Alloy frowns.]
ALLOY: Yeah. He's hiding behind a legal team. What kind of person does that, right? Anyway, after we decided on disciplinary matters, you did not accept them. You didn’t grumble under your breath at me; I would have respected you grumbling under your breath at me. I would have more respect for you if you fought Complete Control in a handicap match no matter what the outcome, and took your win or loss like a MAN! No no no. You had to go on camera, using the equipment that we pay for to tell us how much we suck! Am I wrong?
THOMPSON: You wanted to bring Complete Control into an uncomfortable situation, and make them your little buffer between the two of us. This has nothing to do with them, if you have an issue with me you should have dealt with it yourself from the beginning. You are the one who isn't a man, you don't have the guts to stand up for what is right. You just stand for what you feel is best for the bottom line...
ALLOY: AM – I – WRONG? I didn’t think so! Maurice, don’t beg to be crucified and then complain about the view. I’m normally a pretty level headed guy, Maurice, but there are two things about you that are really, really, really pissing me off right now. Number one: You going around and bringing every human rights organization you can find to bear on us. Telling everyone that our employees are ashamed to be with the DCWL. One bad apple spoils the bunch, right, Maurice? You don’t seem to want to handle this within the organization, so now you’re positioning yourself as this valiant fighter for racial harmony persecuted by the bureaucrats in the Dangerous Championship Wrestling League. Well guess what? Thanks to you exposing the festering sore that is Julian Beckson, we’ve lost our venues in Saskatoon and Portland!
THOMPSON: Oh really?
ALLOY: That’s right, Maurice. You`ve certainly won a lot of people to your side. Enough people are willing to turn out and protest us that we’ve been booted out of every venue we had booked for the year 2010. Well done. You wanted to make a difference in this world. You did it. You’ve crippled the DCWL, Maurice. I hope it was worth it.
[Maurice snickers.]
THOMPSON: Don't blame me for not being spineless like yourself. I stand for a cause, and even more people are behind me than I thought. You brought this on yourself when you decided to enact this joke of a punishment. Hopefully, you've learned something from this...
ALLOY: Thank you for teaching me how this business really works, kid-who-barely-started-wrestling-when-the-last-DCWL-folded.
THOMPSON: You`re--
[Alloy interrupts.]
ALLOY: I’m not done yet. The second thing that pisses me off is what you should have been doing tonight. You should have been in the ring with Derrick L. Ford challenging for the Dangerous Championship. But you wanted a fight with a broken down journeyman wrestler with a busted hand. I feel like a janitor, Maurice, wiping off the graffiti on the bathroom walls in the high school that is the DCWL. I’ll never hold a Grand Championship, and I have nothing to do with the Grand Champion himself. I remember your match at “Ruckus in the Rockies” and I thought, “there’s someone who I can tell the next generation that we got in on the ground floor.”
[He sighs.]
ALLOY: So I guess what I’m pissed about is my disappointment.
[Alloy chuckles bitterly.]
ALLOY: What am I saying? You’ll probably get scooped up by Shootfire. You and Henry Spikes have more in common than you’d probably like to admit. I’ll see you in the ring.
THOMPSON: I'm not here to be the, "Hot Potato" Champion...Keep your Dangerous Championship matches, keep your complaints, and learn that you need to keep out of my way Alloy.
ALLOY: And you stay classy, kid.
[The Deputy Commissioner exits.]
THOMPSON: That went well…
[Fade.]
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RM: Wow…
CC: Man, this is why I keep my resume current before every show. Wonder if Shootfire needs a new faceless road agent. I can be a faceless road agent.
RM: Well, fans, we’re going to press on past my colleague’s pessimism and get to another first-timer in the DCWL. Josh Curtis, “Dark Angel,” is up next when takes on the Great Atma!
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WINNER – Dark Angel (Dark Days, 10:38)
CC: Thanks for coming out tonight, Atma!
RM: Dark Angel impressive in his first match in the DCWL, and he didn’t even have to go to the ropes; I’ve heard that when he flies, he’s unstoppable.
CC: No doubt about that. I was hoping to see that whomp-ass top rope powerbomb of his, but why knock yourself out if you’re just steamrolling the Great Atma. Who, I have to remind everyone, is not Alton West.
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[We cut to the backstage area. Mike Anderson stands in front of a DCWL- ‘Black Hole Brew’ backdrop decked out in his usual ring attire with a white towel around his neck and wearing a black ‘Black Hole Brew- It goes right through you’ t-shirt. With hands on hips, he stares intensely into the camera.]
MA: Tonight the streak continues ladies and gentlemen. Tonight I single-handedly lead my team to victory. Tonight I put those three chumps on my back and carry them to somewhere they have never been before-
The winners circle.
Yeah I’ve looked across the ring and all the internet rejects are putting us at a disadvantage. Everyone riding the ‘Mad Cow’ parade but maybe they should not have counted out me. Tonight I turn the cow into hamburger. I slay the Big Nasty, punk Max Turbo and break American Freebear’s spirit. But you know what the best thing about it is?
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I won’t even break a sweat doing it.
[Anderson storms off to the left as we fade back to the main arena.]
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[That opening guitar blares over the house PA as Leon Corella steps out onto the ramp in full ring gear, microphone in hand! He met a surprising ovation from the crowd, which honestly took him a bit by surprise. Firing off that megawatt smile, he lifts his chin up, arches his back, and lifts those raised palms into the air...]
#THERE IS... A HOUSE... IN NEEWWW ORRRLLLEEAAANS!#
[...dropping the arms down, he proceeds down the ramp with a confident swagger in his step, just eating up the fan's reactions. He even reaches out and tags an outstretched hand or two with a quick five...]
#TTTHHHEEEYYYYY CCCCAAAALLLL THA' RRRRIIIISSSIIINNGGG SSSUUUUNNN...#
[...Arriving at ringside, he slides under the ropes and hops to his feet, motioning for the production truck to cut the music...]
#IT'S BEEE-#
[...He raises the microphone to his lips, and addresses the crowd...]
Corella- ...You know, you guys sure have alot of love for a guy who got throttled by a fatty in a cow suit...
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[...Corella smirks as he begins pacing around the ring...]
...Well, I've waited long enough to decide who Bane's opponent will be this evening. I have so many choices... Should I go for... The Native, Maurice Thompson?
*HUGE MARK POP!*
....Maybe Alton "The Great Atma" West?
*BOOOOOOOOOOO*
....Didn't think you'd pander to that too much heh.... How about The American Freebear?
*MARK POP!*
...We could always give Bane a case of... MAD COW DISEASE!!!
*LAUGH & POP*
[...Corella strokes his chin a bit, a look of contemplation furrowing his brow as he looks down at the canvas...]
....Choices choices choices. There is one that sticks out in my mind, that is perfectly suited for a man of Bane's talents.
[...Lifting his head, he looks to the crowd once more...]
...After much careful consideration I...
[The sound of foot soldiers marching, and shouting sound out over the house PA, followed by a grungy rock guitar. Corella lowers the microphone, his face slowly turning into that cold, menacing scowl as he turns to look towards the entrance ramp where Julian Beckson and his sidekick for the night, Jerome, have stepped out. Jerome looks rather nervous standing in front of the live crowd but he also can’t hide his excitement all while Julian looks like business as usual. Both make their way down to the ring and enter it, Beckson making a point to hold the ropes open for Jerome as if they are best friends.]
[Once both are in the center of the ring with Corella, Beckson pulls out his own mic to address Corella.]
Bane – I’m sorry Leon but I wasn’t informed that this was the time we were supposed to be announcing each other’s opponents for the evening or I would have been out here sooner.
*BOOOOOOOO*
Bane – Oh, man, you guys are cruel. Don’t boo my little friend here. You’ll scar him for life.
[The crowd quiets down slightly, aware that young Jerome might take their booing the wrong way even though it isn’t directed at him at all.]
Bane – That’s better. Now let’s get straight down to business. Leon, you came out here to announce my opponent so I figured I better do the same. So without further ado, let’s let young Jerome here pick your opponent for tonight.
[The crowd pops mildly for the child as Beckson lowers the mic towards Jerome’s lips. Jerome’s bright white eyes look around excitedly before he begins to speak. Finally…]
Jerome – Misthter Corella, tonight I want you to fight Misthter Doug Fo…
[Suddenly, Beckson pulls the mic away from Jerome’s lips before Jerome can finish much to the disdain of the crowd.]
Bane – You know what, Jerome? I’ve been thinking about this and I don’t think I fully like the idea of having Foster face Corella. Don’t you agree?
[The child is looking up at Beckson confused but still nods in agreement slowly. Julian then turns his attention towards Corella.]
Bane- Leon, I am fully aware of your talent but I know that Foster has some sort of hard on for you so I can’t risk you of running an injury before our match. The last thing I need is for you to make excuses for me completely dominating your ass at Ark of Triocalypse. So I had to think of a good opponent for you. One that I know that you could beat without getting hurt. I need you to face someone that you will completely dominate just so I know that you deserve this title shot. You see Leon, if you don’t have the pure aggressiveness and emotional detachment to do whatever it takes… LEGALLY I might add… in that ring when you face me, not only do you not stand a chance of gaining my belt, but you also are running the risk of allowing yourself to suffer from a severe, if not career threatening, injury.
That’s why I have chosen this newcomer to the ring to be your opponent tonight. He’s just recently signed a contract with the DCWL but is undefeated in the ring. He might be a little raw but I’m sure you’ll find him a worthy adversary.
Leon tonight you will be facing…
[Wait for it.]
JEROME!!
[Suddenly, Jerome’s bright white eyes seem to triple in size as his mouth drops open. He looks up at Julian and continuously shakes his head no as the crowd breaks out into unrelenting booing.]
RM – Oh God no…
[Oddly enough, we see Leon crack a grin. He steps back a bit, and raises a hand, pointing his finger at Bane. He openly laughs in mockery at the man. Jerome looks nervously between the two...]
Corella- Let me get this straight... You want me to face a child... in the wrestling ring... One on one...
[Bane nods, a bit perplexed by Leon's response...]
Bane- Yes...
Corella- ...My god man, you are more pathetic than I thought....
[...Bane's brow furrows a bit...]
Bane- ...Are you going to face Jerome or not?
[...suddenly Leon's face becomes an intense scowl of rage, anger, and overflowing intensity as he got right in Bane's face shifting 0 to 60 in an instant..]
Corella- THE HELL I WILL!!!
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Corella- What kind of sick motherfucker are you to throw a child at me? You racist, piece of shit bastard?! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY CALIBRE OF TALENT!!!!
*THE FACE POP CONTINUES!*
[Bane, surprised a bit by his angered reaction, backed off. The crowd, however, began to grow restless as a rather large man crosses over the ring barricade dressed to compete. He sported a black wrestling doublet, knee pads, boots, and wrist bands, long dark brown hair, a thick beard, a noticeable scar on his forehead, and an angry scowl. The man slides under the ropes and steps in right behind Leon...]
Bane- I'd turn around if I were you...
[...The shadow loomed over them, and Leon's eyes grew wide. He turned and immediately was rocked off his feet with a brutal Big Boot to the face! Bane and Jerome quickly clear the ring..]
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Bane – I figured you wouldn’t be able to handle doing what’s necessary to face me. You can’t detach yourself enough to accomplish your goals. That’s why I had a backup plan. If you want to get emotionally involved in your matches, Leon, I figured you’d want to face someone from your past that means a lot to you.
I hope you enjoy facing "Big" Mike Foyer.
[...Corella, stunned and trying to rise, was bodily lifted onto his feet by Big Mike, doubled over with a brutal Toe kick to the gut and doubled over. BMF straddles the back of Leon's head, then whips him up onto his shoulders, and drives him to the canvas with a brutal powerbomb.]
[...Bane makes his way to the announce tables and gathers a spare chair to sit down and watch...]
[...Big Mike slips from under the ropes and grabs a referee, slinging him bodily into the ring. Sliding in after him, he then picks the man up and orders him to ring for the bell.]
[...As the Ref does that, much to everyone's surprise, we find Leon slowly rising to a staggered stand...]
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WINNER – “Big” Mike Foyer (Rolling Lariat, 23:16)
RM: Oh my goodness, what a burnburner that was!
CC: Corella just took everything Foyer could throw at him! And do I understand this right? Does BMF have a freaking STEEL PLATE in his skull?
RM: Yeah, that last headbutt seemed to knock Corella loopy enough that he let his defenses down and after that it was just stiff shot after stiff shot from BMF.
[Bane stands from his seat at ringside and makes his exit after Foyer. Corella stirs from the ground and glares lightning bolts in Julian Beckson’s vicinity.]
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[Huge frame with ‘BIG NASTY’ sprawled across your screen. It takes up your whole damn set not matter how big your television may be. The camera slowly pans back, trying to fit the whole frame of The Big Nasty into the screen. The giant is decked out in normal jeans, ‘Big Nasty’ t-shirt and a ‘Black Hole Brew’ leather jacket that would look like a tarp if it wasn’t wrapped around his big frame. His black hair is tied back in a ponytail and sunglasses cover his eyes. He squeezes his hands together and begins to speak…well scream…]
TBN: MIKE ANDERSON! LOGAN BRADDOCK! OZZIE AND DRAKE TUNGSTEN! IN A FEW SHORT MINUTES YOU HAVE THE UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE OF MEETING [juts a big thumb at his massive chest] ME IN THE RING! ALL THE TALK! ALL THE BRAVO WILL END, WITH ONE MASSIVE CHOKESLAM FROM THESE HANDS!
I’VE HEARD SNIDE REMARKS FROM YOUR TEAM AND IT HAS DONE NOTIHNG BUT FUEL THE FIRE MORE. TALKIN ABOUT HOW YOU’RE GOING TO DO DESTROY MAD COW, MAX TURBO, ME AND MY GOOD FRIEND, THE AMERICAN FREEBEAR! DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT I AND FREEBEAR DID TO THE LAST PEOPLE TO GET IN OUR FACE! NOW YOU ADD MAX TURBO AND MAD COW TO THE MIX AND YOU HAVE YOURSELF ONE OF THE MOST LETHAL TEAMS IN DCWL!
I CAN’T WAIT FOR ‘BLACK HOLE BREW’! I CAN’T WAIT TO STEP INTO THAT RING AND PROVE ONCE AGAIN THAT NOBODY IS BIGGER OR NASTIER THEN ME! I WILL GRAB YoU ALL BY THOSE SCRAWNY LITTLE NECKS, LIFT YOU IN THE AIR AND PUT YOU THROUGH THE CANVAS!
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[Rich Manning is putting his headset back on, rubbing his ear. Chazz is still wearing his headset, but the expression on his face is one not unlike that of a person who has been listening to Aphex Twin at full volume.]
RM: So THAT’S why we don’t often hear Big Nasty talk.
CC: WHAT?
RM: I said, “that’s why we don’t often hear The Big Nasty talk!”
CC: Yeah, I think the match between Thompson and Alloy is up next too!
[Manning shakes his head and decides to carry on despite a half-deaf Christian Chazz.]
RM: Fans, we alluded to a major announcement from Spirit of Wrestling earlier in the show. Let’s take you back to Sundown!
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[The scene opens to SOW President, Rafaello Rossini’s office. The tall lanky Italian sits behind a brow oak desk in a classy black suit. A smirk is on his face, as his hands are clasped together in front of him.]
RR: Good evening, I am Raffaello Rossini, the President of Spirit Of Wrestling. We at the SOW pride ourselves in running a promotion that is centered around talent, we try to not make the headlines on our programs unlike some of our affiliates.
[Rossini smirks.]
RR: We don’t even enjoy appearing on shows, unless it is a necessary circumstance. Which brings to why you are seeing me tonight….
As all of you know, we will crown the first SOW Champion in our men’s division, and we would like to extend an offer to the DCWL.
[Short Pause.]
RR: As an appreciation for inviting the SOW to their Ark Of The Triocalypse tournament we would like to extend an offer their management to choose any wrestler of their choosing to receive the first title match at our December 7th show…
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[Newman steps to the apron and starts climbing to the top rope.]
Kim: Newman is taking a high risk here, he’s measuring up O’Connor who is reeling a bit…
Morris: O’Connor to his feet…Newman flies off and takes him down with a Flying Clothesline from the top!
[Loud Cheers]
Kim: Newman’s risk paid off! Here’s the cover!
Stanley- ….1
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..
[Loud Cheers]
Morris: O’Connor kicks out! He’s not done yet either!
Kim: Nobody wants to lose this match…Newman is trying to hook O’Conner in the Newman Cycle! He’s not wasting anytime!
Morris: O’Connor is failing to the left and right making it hard for Newman to turn him!
Kim: Newman almost has him! Can he turn him!
[Just as Newman turns O’Connor in the High Angle Double Leg Grapevine..Broughton flies in drilling Newman with a High Knee taking him down.]
Morris: Broughton wasting no time…He pulls Newman up…Stamp Of Disapproval! That’s it he has Newman!
Kim: O’Connor out of nowhere with a Small Package on Broughton!
Stanley/Crowd- ….1
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Ding!Ding!
Morris: O’CONNOR DID IT!!
Walker: Your Winner And The First Ever SOW CHAMPION!
CUNNING!
JAMES!
O’CONNOR!
Kim: He shocked Calvin Broughton!
[Calvin sits up on his knees with a shocked look on his as O’Connor is handed the SOW Championship.]
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RM: There you have it! The challenge proposed by Rossini to the DCWL. We know all to well how James O’Connor feels about the DCWL, judging from his actions and words at “Death of a Ladies’ Man.” Well, we got word earlier today that DCWL and SOW management have come to an agreement and that we will be sending the undefeated in the DCWL MAD COW to take on James O’Connor for the Spirit of Wrestling Championship! Cow invades SOW!
CC: Hey, Rich; not to mention what James O’Connor said about the DCWL at “Death of a Ladies’ Man,” right?
RM: Aaaaanyhoo, this next match has come about as a function of DCWL policy, and it’s a situation that has become very tense, very quickly. We’re probably going to see a lot of emotion in the next match, as the DCWL Deputy Commissioner Kevin “Killdozer” Alloy takes on “The Native” Maurice Thompson.
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CC: Five powerbombs, a splash off the top and a release german suplex to the outside! I beginning to think the Native could take TEN Last Trips to Tulsa and still kick out!
RM: Where is Alloy going?
[Alloy, a frown on his face, lumbers through the ropes and up the aisle. Match official Rachelle Bennett looks back and forth, confused and continues the count.]
RM: Kevin Alloy… he’s walking out!
CC: What is going on here?
RM: Blaze Crimson is going to try to catch up with the Deputy Commissioner… He’s not making it back to the ring in time!
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BUCKLEY: “The winner of this contest, as the result of a countout, at twenty minutes, eleven seconds… Maurice… the Native… THOMPSON!”
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[Backstage, Blaze Crimson rushes through the corridors until she catches Kevin Alloy. He already has his sweats back on, his briefcase under his arm. He body checks the metal door open and heads for the parking lot in the chilly South Dakota night.]
BC: Deputy Commissioner Alloy!
ALLOY: Yeah, what? You gonna stick a microphone in my face? Squeeze a little storyline out of me? I’m here because Kyle Hayden asked me for a favour, not because I wanted to be a walk-on villain in the biggest goddamn soap opera in the world. Maurice Thompson can cut off Julian Beckson’s dick and shove it down his throat and make him choke on his own shortcoming for all I care. I’m done.
[He tosses his briefcase into a Nissan Cube.]
ALLOY: It was a pleasure working with you, Blaze, but I’m sick of playing babysitter and hearing all these goddamn children in that building crying that I’m being unfair to them. I’m doing my job, alright. Or I was doing my job. If I beat Maurice Thompson, he gets to play a martyr. If he beats me, he gets to play a big conquering hero. Well, I’m done being beaten on and run down by every backyarder on the roster. I don’t care how long Kyle and I have been friends for, no friendship is worth this.
[He slams the car door and speeds off into the night. Blaze just stays silent. Pan out to reveal the Governor General.]
ACE STEVENS: Slight… uh, question of procedure here. He’s not going to fine us for stealing the Trios belts, right?
BLAZE: NO HE’S NOT GOING TO FINE YOU FOR STEALING THE FU—
[Mercifully, we cut back to arena.]
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RM: We’ve lost our venues for the first two shows in 2010… the Deputy Commissioner has quit…
CC: Yeah, I’m shocked! I knew Kevin Alloy and Kyle Hayden were friends when I first met them in 1998, and even before that, they were friend in high school for crying out loud! Is Men Without Shame no more?
RM: Chazz, it looks like the DCWL is in for some ugly times going in to “Ark of Triocalypse.”
CC: It could always get worse.
RM: How do you mean?
CC: Mario Speedwagon could win back the Dangerous Championship.
RM: Well… that’s true, but before we get to that match, we’re hearing from Dan Clear.
CC: That could also be worse.
RM: Oh hush, you.
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[We find Dan Clear standing outside Leon Corella's private dressing room with a folded piece of paper in his hand and a big smile on his face.]
Clear- Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement. Leon Corella has decided who will face "Bane" for the main event, which will be happening in just moments. As he is being attended by DCWL Medical Personnel at the moment, He handed me a piece of paper with his choice on it.
[...Dan unfolds the paper and reads it aloud...]
...You won't believe this, but Mr. Corella has decided to put Bane up against newly recruited DCWL Wrestler, "Big" Mike Foyer in a one on one match!
[...The man smirks...]
...Well, Bane may be up against a formidable foe, but just how much can this young monster they call "The BMF", still have left over in the gas tank? We'll find out in just a few short moments...
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WINNER – Derrick L. Ford (Gas Pump, 12:16)
RM: And Derrick Ford with the big win over Speedwagon. That’s one less monkey on his back!
CC: Yeah, Ford is demonstrating a real mean streak here, and that sort of killer instinct will help him at Ark of Triocalypse against American Freebear.
RM: Freebear and Ford put on a good show for the Dangerous strap at “Death of a Ladies’ Man,” and we have a lot of fans looking forward to their next fifteen minutes of fame at “Ark of Triocalypse.” And Chazz, we already have the next challenger for the Dangerous Championship named!
CC: That’s right. At the “Year We Make Contact…” Well, assuming we’re still in business then… at our first show in 2010, Sledge will challenge for the Dangerous Championship!
RM: Logan Braddock takes on either American Freebear or Derrick Ford, and as well at “Ark of Triocalypse,” the Grand Championship is on the line as Leon Corella takes on the man we will see next. The DCWL Grand Champion: Bane.
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WINNER by K.O. – Julian “Bane” Beckson (Rahowa, 15:56)
RM: Oh my goodness!
CC: Man, I’m just going to turn my head every time he does *that* move.
RM: BMF is knocked out and the referee stops the match!
CC: These two were just throwing BOMBS at each other. All that extra height and weight made that Burning Hammer’s impact exponentially stronger.
[Foyer begins to stir already. Beckson sees that there’s nothing else to prove here, so he quickly gathers up his championship and exits.]
RM: BMF is getting back up on his own!
CC: One… tough… dude, there.
RM: Well, Mike Foyer is still going to need to be checked out here; he could have a concussion! Fans, we’re—
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[Cut back to arena.]
CC: Was that who I thought it was?
RM: Those are two very familiar words to fans of Shootfire Pro Wrestling and especially the DCWL. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were on their way back. Fans, it’s main event time. We have an eight man tag match for you and all the participants are competing in the Ark of Triocalypse Tournament. This could be volatile!
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TIME LIMIT DRAW (60:00)
CC: Ah, just like Drake Tungsten to hog all the ring time for himself.
[Nasty, Turbo and Mad Cow have evidently had enough. They enter the ring and start helping American Freebear beat down Drake Tungsten as the fans cheer. This draws the other team into the ring and all eight begin brawling again. Suddenly, the crowd goes nuts!]
RM: Who is that?!
*CRACK*
[The loud smack of boot on skull reverberates as a flying kick lands squarely on the back of Drake Tungsten’s skull. Drake-a-reno remains upright like a cartoon character for a second before flopping face-first to the mat.]
RM: KID WAY COOL! KID WAY COOL IS IN THERE!
[KWC showboats for a second, then makes his way to his next target. He leaps up with a kick, but only manages to catch the small of the Big Nasty’s back.]
CC: Oh, poopie.
[Big Nasty looks up from rabbit punching Mike Anderson and turns around slowly. The brawl spills to the floor and ramp. The New Main Street Killas join the fun. KWC knife edge chops Nasty in the chest. Nasty doesn’t even flinch.]
CC: Oh, double poopie.
[Unique Element start chasing the NMSK, and Horrorshow enter the arena and start brawling there. Nasty catches KWC by the throat and hoists him up. Before he can do anything, Alton West appears and low blows the Big Nasty.
RM: Fans, it’s bedlam here in Sioux Falls! For Christian Chazz, Dan Clear and Blaze Crimson, I’m Rich Manning! We’ll see you in St. Paul for the Ark of Triocalypse!
[By the time the final fade out occurs, roughly twenty wrestlers have joined in the locker room brawl.]
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