WAR OF THE WORDS #10 - (Awards Edition)

This is the theme to WOTW. The opening theme to WOTW.





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HORRORSHOW
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[Open in an expansive gym.  Sitting dead center is a full sized wrestling ring with blue canvas and yellow ropes.  It's empty at the moment, save for someone sitting on the top rope with his back to the camera.  The tuft of brown hair atop his head and eyesore inducing pants give him away..."Something Better" Wolf Masterson. He's staring intently at something on the mat.]

VOICE: Hey!  Wolf!

[Into the shot steps Joe Pansac, decked out in his favorite gray flannel shirt.  We follow behind him as he climbs the steps, then steps through the ropes.  A quick shot of the mat reveals that it's clean, without a speck of dust or blood anywhere.]

PANSAC: We're about to head out for dinner, man.  Come on!  There's a decent Italian place not too far from here.

WOLF [hollow]: Nah, Joe, you and Mina go ahead.  I want to get more work in.

[Joe cocks an eyebrow.]

PANSAC: Work?

WOLF: If I worked a little harder, we could have pulled it out.

PANSAC: Are you still worked up about Triocalypse?

WOLF: I let you guys down.  I mean, yeah, we still got the title shot, but only because Hunter clocked Anderson and the Big Nasty went to do...whatever it is he's doing now.  I know Mina wanted a shot at the Sirens title and Lord knows you're not getting any younger, you probably wanted a chance at that Grand Championship.  We were one pinfall away from making that happen, but I just couldn't do it.

[Joe puts an arm around him.]

PANSAC: Wolf, buddy, YOU didn't lose anything.  WE did.  If one of us falls, we all do.  You may have gotten put down, but maybe if Mina could have gotten there a second earlier or if I had realized what had happend a moment sooner we could have fought on.  And even then, who's to say you, or me, or Mina wouldn't have been pinned later anyway?

[A non-committal shrug from Masterson.]

PANSAC: We need you, alright?  We need to be working at our best in Saskatoon, because we've got Unique Element for the straps.  You saw what they did to the Samoans, to Team SPW and to Complete Control.  You know first hand how good they are from facing them at Triocalypse.

[A sigh from the Deadman.]

PANSAC: I appreciate that you're taking this seriously.  You're finally starting to get the dedication it takes to succeed at this level.  At the same time, though, every moment you spend wallowing about the past is another moment you're focusing on something away from your goal.  Do that on your own time, sure, but if we're in training or a match you've gotta be in the moment, or else this will all just keep snowballing.

[He steps away.]

PANSAC:  You're better than that...WE'RE better than that.  We've gone through the same teams they did.  This is a shot we've earned, regardless of how it came about.  We know we're in for a hell of a fight.  With you, we can make sure that they're in for one too.

[A clap on the shoulder.]

PANSAC: You want to forget about Triocalypse?  We win, and no one will remember a thing.  But this is the Trios division, and without you with us, REALLY with us, we'll just be a man short.

[Wolf takes everything in, briefly nodding in silence.]

PANSAC: So, last chance, you up for dinner or what?

[We hear Mina Eyre chime in from off camera, from a good distance away.]

MINA: Put a bottle of vodka on a string and drag it behind us, he'll follow quick enough.

PANSAC: You're not helping!

[We hear a small huff.  Joe looks puzzled for the sound, which repeats itself.  He looks at Wolf, who is starting to crack a smile.  His chest is shaking from the barely contained laughter.  Joe steps back before Wolf finally errupts with enormous guffaws that fill up the empty gym.  After a moment or two of laughing, Wolf calms himself and hops down.  Despite the display, he's still wearing a rather meek smile.]

WOLF: Alright, alright.  Just give me a minute to change and I'll be there.

MINA: Hurry up!  I'm starving and don't have time to waste on your melancholy ass.

[Joe heads off camera towards Mina's voice.  Wolf watches him go for a few seconds before we hear a door open and close.]

WOLF: I'm not letting you guys down again.  Unique Element is in for a shock, because they have no idea about the real horrorshow that awaits them.  They might get the best of the vampire or the zombie, but they've got another thing coming if they think they're gonna run over the Wolf.  At "The Year We Make Contact," I'll re-introduce them to Wolf Masterson.  They may be unique, but I...no, WE... are Something Better.

[And with this, we fade out.]


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Good evening. Or depending on where you are, good morning. I suppose people like us tend to do these weird things like the DCWL in the evening and so, I assume it's evening where you are. So good evening, Jon A here. Glad to see you looking so well. It's been an eventful six months for us, hasn't it? We went from one person to the gang we have today, and I'm rather proud of what we've accomplished in 2009. And now, let's not playa hate. Let us celebrate. I've tallied the results from the surveys and I'll be revealing the results as we go. Your votes for the best matches and the best flashes will be compiled and posted on the blog over the weekend.

So let's begin with the Best Regular Card of the Year. All the cards are winners (although I've heard "Ruckus In The Rockies" is talking behind my back and should watch its step...) but for you, two really stood out, garnering an equal share of votes to the exclusion of others.

The first choice was the penultimate card for what is effectively the DCWL's first season. This card featured two multi-wrestler battle royales where the winners qualified to face the Grand Champion. Participants came from SOW and the DCWL's own historic jobber ranks, as well as the surprise appearance of JDM Superstar as a face. One of the battle royales featured a virtuoso performance from Leon Corella, only to be derailed by Maurice Thompson. Yes, one of your favorites is Show #4, "Citation Needed."

The second choice included Julian Beckson's first Grand Championship defense and Maurice Thompson's subsequent ambush of the champion. Also on this show, Shootfire Pro Wrestling crashed the festivities, when DCWL alumni Henry Spikes, James O'Connor and Erica Toughill showed up to compete, not to mention James O'Connor teeing off on color commentator Christian Chazz in a match. And more: a feature bout between SOW's Marcus Davis and our own Mike Anderson, Leon Corella upset by Mad Cow, not to mention Derrick Ford claiming his second Dangerous Championship only to cross to the wrong side of American Freebear. "Death of a Ladies' Man," Show #7 proved to a highlight of the fall quarter.


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AMERICAN FREEBEAR
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[Fade in to the American Freebear, tearing out a speed bag from the
ceiling with a mighty Bear Claw Swipe. Fade in to the American
Freebear, kicking a chair to the high Heavens. Fade in to the American
Freebear, demolishing everything in his way with a forward roll like a
deadly iron ball... made of fur. Fade in to the American Freebear,
screaming and shouting and cursing oh wait-]

Freebear: Its not gonna end like this now, it just can't!!! The
American Freebear, the most dangerous animal of the squared circle,
fightin' with tooth and claw and aerial warfare, going back to
wrestlin' the New Main Street Killaz after getting so far against
Derrick L. Ford... Its not fair to everyone who got involved in this
war and you guys know it!!!

[In case you didn't get it already, the American Freebear in on a
rampage. He's tearing into everything in sight, much disabused over
his latest tie against Derrick Ford; but compounding insult to insult
is how he's back to facing his opponents from his debut match, the new
main street killaz! Shouting angrily into a microphone, the American
Freebear addresses his audience.]

Freebear: You wanna know what the flyin' Ursine got for Christmas? HE
GOT A TIE!!!! Blue! Cloth-like! Long tie, pretty wide, makes for a
great gag gift because if a Freebear's match don't end in a time limit
draw it ends in a tie. Ties are all I have around here! Its a goddamn
joke!! I wanna fight Derrick Ford in a real match for a real title:
enough of this tie nonsense! I know I can do it; the fans know I can
do it! Make it happen! Give the 'Bear his chew toy of a Ford truck and
you can bet he will take that title away from him or I will leave the
DCWL!!!

[Beard flowing everywhere, monstrous hands tearing everything in
sight, the American Freebear is a sight to be reckoned. Does he care
about the New Main Street Killers? Killaz? Killas with an s?This
Freebear wants to fly and he's grounded doing the same matches he did
when he debued.]

Freebear: The New Main Street Killaz suck, everybody knows that! I
fought them in my first match here and I crushed them like pancakes,
then I poured honey over them and scarfed them down, then I flushed
'em down the commode and here they are again, like a bad nugget
floating up agan when nobody wants them! Derrick Ford, you suck as
well! All you got are little half-starved fighters like Speedwagon and
ties against yours truly! You can't win against a real fighter, Ford!
Everybody knows you're a sham champion, and they're waiting for a real
man to take over the Dangerous title!

That's why I want a real fight... Freebears need some real, actual
competition. You don't go putting Bear's along cows and Lord knows
what and expect to get championship material out of that!!! But you
are asking for the majestic aerial ursine to associate against wigger
punk inside the ring of battle and I must say that I'm insulted. All I
want to do is smash those guys flat and move on. I came to wrestling
to travel, learned to fly there, BUT I AIN'T MOVIN'!!!

[The Freebear paces around the half-demolished training room, arms
flailing about. He stares dead center into the camera lends, mean
angry eyes through a forest of bushy eyebrows.]

Freebear: To promise a victory against the New Street Killas would be
beneath me. As the American Freebear, as the ONLY BEAR THAT FLIES; I
can do so much more then just defeat the punks in front of me. They
put me with giants and champions versus SCUM!!! No, the reason why you
should watch tonight is to see this Freebear soar: not just in the
ring but in this company: see him become an actual bonafied
champion!!!

Kidding around ends now. Because you know... This bear, you cannot
change! LORD KNOW I CAN'T CHANGE!!!

[A big high spinning heel kick knocks a sandbag from it's hook,
providing ample weight to his statement. We fade out.]


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Good evening. Again, I assume it's evening where you are. Unless you decide to open this missive from the good old DCWL Control Center a couple days after I send it out. In which case, I wonder if I'm dead.

...

Moving on, the choice for Supercard of the year was unanimous. Yes, truly Plunderland '09 seemed to be left in the dust in comparison to our maddest madness yet: the grandiose "Ark of Triocalypse," with its manic trio tournament, surprise returns, special guest stars, title changes and defenses, and the rise of Satan. "Ark of Triocalypse" couldn't be with us tonight, so here to accept the award on it's behalf, is SPW's Charity Carnage. Charity?

CHARITY: Wow. Thanks I'm sure. You know, Ark and I only recently became friends, but I know that he's very thankful to all of those who participated and flashed for him--

KAYNE: YO CHARITY I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU, BUT THE OWC HAD ONE OF THE BEST SUPERCARDS OF ALL TIME. OF ALL TIME.

Well, now that I've milked that hackneyed premise, back to your flashes!


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SIERRA BROWNE
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[Fade in:

The shot opens on Sierra Browne.  The Sirens champion holds the title belt over her shoulder.  She rubs it affectionately as she tilts her head arrogantly towards the camera.]

Sierra: I love how people are worried that I've lost momentum in the DCWL.  Let's get something straight.  The trios tournament has nothing to do with who I am and what I am about.

[She turns to face the camera.]

Sierra: I am _the greatest women's wrestler in the world.  That's who I am.  That's all I am about.  Why did I force my way into the Trios tournament if I didn't care about it?  Easy, because I'm that _bitch._  Understand me when I say that.  I'm that bitch ... the Alpha Bitch.  I'm that bitch that does things not because she needs to but because she can.  That's why I got myself into the Trios tournament, but if you really think that I wanted to drag those useless lumps with me to win anything you're out of your mind.  No, I tossed people out because I could.  Now, onto something much more important.  The Year We Make Contact.  Sierra Browne versus Fiona Casey.  The Sirens champion of DCWL versus some Irish bimbo with a shiny brass belt.

[Sierra's eyes narrow into hard, malevolent slits.]

Sierra: Fiona Casey, understand something.  When we make contact, you're going to find out that I am the bitch that I say I am.  You little drunken Leprechaun, you better understand something ... I am bigger, faster, better.  I've been winning titles when you were dreaming about lacing up your boots.  You want to sit in your pubs and drink whiskey and beer you do that.  But I spend my time training and imagining scenarios where I pin my opponents shoulders to the mat and defend my title.  You say you're the SOW champion.  You say you're somebody.  Some Irish wild free spirit.  You be that.  But here's something you"ll never be.  You'll never be as good as I am.  Because I'm that bitch.  I'm the bitch who has thrown away her body and soul for the taste of the gold.  I'm the bitch who has put a hurt on more women than I can count in order to win titles.  I am the most difficult bitch to take the title from.  I'm the most difficult bitch to beat when the lights go down and the stakes go up.  I'm the bitch by which all you other bitches are measured.  Understand that, Fiona.  When we make contact, you're going to find out that you've run into something hard and unyielding.  A bitch who is out to prove to you that you ain't {censored} and I'm going to flush you and whatever lucky charms you may have.  The Bitch is back.  The Bitch is motivated.  The Bitch is just better than you.

[Fade out]


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Good evening. Me again. The next award was more of a freestyle award with multiple choices. In the heady days of July 2009, the DCWL featured a special roster who would come and go for mini-feuds or act as special guest stars. This became our vaunted Reserve Roster and with so many choices, it was easy to seperate the wheat from the chaff. The Big Nasty, Alton West, Kid Way Cool and James O'Connor all were recognized, but the three who recieved the lion's share of the votes...

"Big" Mike Foyer! Is he giant? Is he half-cyborg? We're all afraid to ask him!

"The Question" Doug Foster! Precision hit-and-run artiste! Point him in a direction and stand back!

B.A. Jive! I watch some Ernie Ladd promos and blaxploitation trailers on YouTube and *poof*! Jobber becomes Dangerous Champion!


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JURI
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[The Scene opens up in Regina, Saskatchewan on a picturesque day where the locals are seen bundled up good and tight with the temperature at around 0 degrees Celsius but yet braving the cold to do the shopping that needs to be done or just going out as is.

Today however is not a sightseeing day for one particular individual...

Juri a.k.a. "The Great Arisugawa" or as SPW come to know her "The Beautiful Leopard" made her return to wrestling recently at the "Ark of Tricalypse" tournament and some speculated if it wasn't for her inept partners n James O'Connor and Brad Cummings whom was about as useful as a urinal for woman the team might have gone somewhere but cest la vie right?

So where is Juri and why is she there? Well after her team's loss in the competition she was tracked down by DCWL management and offered a full time position on the Siren's division roster. Juri happily accepted the offer since she knew here mentor in "Dark Angel" Joshua Curtis was competing there and doing quite well for himself. As for the where? Well you see despite her problems with Brad she knew she was going to need some more training and went to go see his teacher in Chester Clarke.

As we enter the school we find Chester barking orders at Juri whom seems to be getting "womanhandled" by one of his more experienced female students and Chester is none too happy...]

Chester Clarke – Come on Juri! Get off your ass and fight back against this woman! You haven't a chance if you can't fight back.

[Juri upon hearing this turns it up a notch against the woman and starts fight back using any trick she can find. Chester notices this and climbs into the ring to pull off the enraged Juri before she can really do some serious damage to the young lady...]

Juri – What the hell? Why did you pull me off of that woman?

Chester Clarke – Because its not something I teach my students to go "High Holy Apeshit" on someone. I know this is something Joshua does constantly anymore but he's someone that I can't reach mentally anymore. I'm trying to keep you from becoming that nut!

Juri – And yet you seem to have no problem with the fact that I am going into a company where there are more than likely some deranged people. CAN YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND?!

Chester Clarke – I didn't think you, a woman with standards higher than Heaven itself, would go and seek employment there especially considering its associated with Shootfire Pro which, if I need to remind you my dear, was a company that shit on you and Tina and didn't seem to care when you walked out the door the first time!

Juri – The thing about this time Chester is this: I, along with Joshua, have no intentions of going back to SPW. We belong to the DCWL and he is very much content there. Hell look at his record there recently against some of the competition that they had and the fact that his team went FARTHER than the so-called "Major League" SPW!

Chester Clarke – [Sighs] I see there's no arguing with you ever. Go get changed you're done for the day.

[Upon hearing this Juri turns and makes her way to the women's locker room with a smirk on her face as she undresses and showers up. As she walks out of the shower with the towel "magically" held up by her breasts she brushes her hair out straight while she looks into the mirror and with a smirk on her face..a wicked smirk that no one has seen in many years.

As Juri continues her "maintennance" the woman that she sparred with earlier entered the locker room none to pleased with the "Beautiful Leopard's" actions]

Woman – Do you have a bug up your ass or something Juri?

[Upon hearing her name Juri turns around and smiles before speaking to the woman]

Juri – Who me? Now dear what EVER gave you that idea?

Woman – Oh not much...save for the fact that Chester always teaches us to never hurt the person we're training with.

Juri – Oh dear...are you hurt?

Woman – No

Juri – Sore then

Woman – Not too bad

Juri – Then I did as taught. I don't see what you could possibly be getting on me about...then again if you were someone of importance here I don't think you'd be here and you'd be signed by a promotion by now!

[The young woman, all but given up on trying to talk any sense into Juri walks off in a huff as Juri finishes getting ready to leave for the day...]

Few Hours Later...

[The scene changes to an apartment complex in the city of Regina. This is where Juri has been staying for the past few weeks while training for her debut match against "Molly Molotov" at the DCWL show "The Year We Make Contact" and it has all of the basics a person needs: Refrigerator, TV, Phone, Couch, Bathroom and a Bedroom. Its a fairly simple place and not one that you can expect to see on the cover of "Better Home and Gardens" any time soon. Juri is wearing what not many, outside of Tina Davis and her mentor, "Dark Angel" Joshua Curtis, have seen and that is her old Student Council uniform.

Why is she wearing this? No one knows but then again Juri is full of more questions than she is answers! As she turns towards the sliding glass door to look out at the night sky she smiles before speaking....]

Juri – And so it begins! What begins you ask? The mission to prove to the wrestling world that I am not a fluke! You see there are those that have wondered if I, "The Beautiful Leopard", really am half as good as I claim. Everywhere I go people come up to me and say "So you won that women's title in a fed that not many people knew about before or since and where has it gotten you lately?" and I always tell them the same thing I'm going to tell you now:

"I was the first and last champion of that fed and that is what matters. My time with SPW wasn't as fruitful because the people there didn't know what to do or how to handle me."

[Juri turns to face the camera still with that wicked smile on her face...]

Juri – And that, my dear Molly, is why I've come back to wrestling and why you will become the first stepping stone towards Sierra Browne and her Siren's title!

You see Molly...life was never meant to be fair or just. As sad as that may seem its just a fact. You will no doubt be a great talent someday but let's be realistic darling...its not in the DCWL and not as long as I'm there!

Molly here's a question for you: Do you understand the term "Freak Show"? If you did you'd be able to look in the mirror before you walked out the door every morning of your life and come to grips with the fact that people won't be able to accept you for who YOU are and for how YOU look. Its a losing battle kid and honestly if I looked half of what you looked like I'd be repulsed! I had a [BLEEP]ed up childhood and I don't look like something out of the 80s!

So here's the question that lies at your doorstep Ms. Molotov: Do you have what it takes to come after me and put me on my back for three seconds and shut me up? I honestly don't think that you can dear and God only knows that losing to someone like you wouldn't just be an embarrassment to ME but the entire profession!

Now there is one more thing people have asked me and that is where this attitude change comes from and its quite simple and something I want to leave you with today. I always tell them this:

"Much like the seasons...this leopard CAN change her spots!"

[FADE OUT]


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Good evening. Let's Talk Trio. With only four Trios, you'd think the division would be hurting. HA! And yet, in a division that features the wild star power of Horrorshow, the rock soild potential of Unique Element, and the unearthly good fortune of the New Main Street Killas, the Annoyed Samoans somehow managed to garner the vast majority of votes. To quote Gabby RioPaah, "bloody 'eck!"


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"BIG" MIKE FOYER
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[The camera opens with scenes from DCWL's Ark of the Tripokalypse.  First we see Big Mike Foyer and Julian Beckson at the tale end of their discussion at the event just moments before The Tournament.  Bane chuckles softly...]

Bane-  Then don't interfere with our match tonight.  When it's over, you can do what you like, but leave his defeat in my hands.  Without an excuse, he will be exposed for what he is...  A fraud...

[...The camera zooms in on BMF's face and the entire scene goes into slow motion as we hear that gruff, deep voice dripping with a Texas redneck accent...]

BMF V/O-  ...Sayin' it ain't doin' it...

[...We then snap to the final moments of the Tripokalypse main event, Leon Corella vs. Julian Beckson.  Leon slips under the swinging hand of Bane, applying a rear waistlock and heaves back, slamming the champion down brutally upon the neck and shoulders.  He side rolls and repeats for a second German, and then a third and final German Suplex, applying a pinfall which lead to his victory.  As Leon rises from Bane's dazed form upon the third count, the camera stays on him, the blood dripping from his brow as a surprised look appearing on his face...]

BMF  V/O-  ...Like all promises made to me by others, Bane failed on the delivery, and Leo winds up Champion...

[...The scene moves forward by mere minutes, Bane outside the ring and leaning against the railing as BMF comes stomping down the ramp.  He points his finger at Leon in the ring, as if ordering him like an attack dog...]

*HEEL JEER*

[...Big Mike regards him, and quietly walks past him as if obeying, only to stop a few feet away.  Leon rises in response to the crowd's commotion, turning to look down the entry way.  Leon stares down the ramp, his eyes locked onto Big Mike.  He slowly puts the belt down on the canvas and slips into a defensive stance, simply waiting for the inevitable.  Meanwhile Bane barks more orders...]

Bane-  GET HIM MIKE!!!  REMEMBER WHAT HE DID?  DESTROY HIM!!!

BMF V/O-  Nobody gives me orders....

[...BMF looks over his shoulders, nostrils flared and brow furrowed.  He whips around to rock Bane's face with that infamous steel plate headbutt and with a sick thud it drops Bane in an instant!  Gathering the man up quickly, Big Mike then straddles the back of his head, whips him up onto his shoulders, and slings him right into the gaurd rail with a brutal snap powerbomb.  Bane's back bends across it at an awkward angle just before he slides off the ramp and into an unconcious heap at BMF's feet...]

*ANTI-NAZI CROWD POP!*

[...Leon watches in astonishment as BMF stands over the broken Bane, Big Mike looking back at him now with an evil smile.  On that smile, we fade to black...]

BMF V/O-  ...and instead of the match I demanded, I'm given a broken, battered, and used up piece of shit Nazi...

[...Big Mike Foyer fades into view in full ring gear, standing before a backlit black and red "350 POUNDS OF BAD MOTHER F**KER!" Banner, his massive bulk nearly filling the entire screen.  He sports a scowl on his face as he grinds his knuckles into his opposing palm, breathing in deep and heavy rhythmn...]

BMF-  I guess the management really doesn't like you afterall, Nazi.  They are throwing you to the wolves by putting you up against me in my Element.  You see, before I ever became Leo's lackey, before I ever studied any kind of wrestling, I was all about the Hardcore....

[...The big man nods his head with an evil sneer...]

...I've done every kind of Death Match you can imagine, from Barbwire to Flourescent Bulbs to an Ocean of Pain, which is where they surround the ring in broken glass, thumb tacs, and nail boards.  I've got scars in places you couldn't even DREAM of because of those matches.  Barbwire Deathmatch is my HOME, motherf**cker!  It's my element.  It's where I am most at peace with myself.

[...Mike laughs, almost gleefully, as he his imagination runs wild with possibilities...]

...Hey Bane, I seem to recall hearing at one time that you are a bit of a Purist with your matches, is that true?  If it is, my god man, you are more f**ked than a legless and armless woman thrown down the river.  You don't have the stomach to be even half the son of a bitch I am in that ring.

[...BMF grins...]

...You ever seen that movie with Brad Pitt...  You know... Inglorious Basterds?  Well son, it appears that in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, I'm going to be doing my own adaptation...

I'm not crossing the Canadian Border to teach your ass a lesson in Humanity.  Nazi's ain't got no humanity.

[...He places his hands on his hips, snickering as he continues his speech, obviously paraphrased from the movie...]

...You are a foot soldier of a Jew-hatin', mass murderin' maniac and you need to be deeeee-sstroyed.  I will be cruel to the Nazi, and through my cruelty you will all know who I am.  The evidence of my cruelty will be the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured body of one Julian "Bane" Beckson, left behind me, and when the Nazi closes his eyes at night and he's tortured by his subconscious for the evil that he has done, it will be with thoughts of me that he's tortured with...

[...Big Mike's sinister smile never leaves his face as he steps off camera.  The scene fades quickly to black...]


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Good evening. In this segment, we celebrate those who push stunt grandmothers over for fun and profit. Yes, the bad guy or "heel" has been a mainstay of pro wrestling when the first heels were grown in underground laboratories in 1995. The curious practice of pushing over grandmothers and pointing to one's temple to indicate how intelligent you are caught on like wildfire in pro wrestling in the years following. Many other things have been set on fire since.

And what can you say about the winner of Best Heel in the DCWL. Yes, Julian Beckson wins, although [NAZI] I'll be darned if [WHITE SEPERATIST] I can figure out [WANTED TO MAKE LEON CORELLA BEAT UP A PRETEEN] why...


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LOGAN "SLEDGE" BRADDOCK
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[The scene opens inside Benny's Gym in Akron, Ohio. Sledge is in the ring, covered in sweat, wrestling with a much younger and less experienced wrestler. His life long trainer Benny and standing on the floor at the edge of the ring. Benny is pounding his fists on the ring apron.]

BENNY: You gotta be quicker than that Logan!

[Sledge throws a dirty look Benny's way right before the young man hip tosses him. He hit's the mat with a loud thud.]

BENNY: Damn it Logan!

[The young extends his hand to Logan, offering to help him up. Logan slaps his hand away and kip-ups to his feet.]

SLEDGE: What? What is it now Benny???

[Sledge walks over to the side of the ring, towards Benny.]

SLEDGE: Well Benny…

BENNY: You do realize you have a title match coming up next week, right?

SLEDGE: I do Benny.

BENNY: You do realize you just let this young pup wipe the floor with you, right?

SLEDGE: I sure do Benny. But do you realize you have been working me like a dog over the last few weeks. I ain't got any gas left in the tank man!

[Benny throws his hands in the air.]

BENNY: That's all I ever hear from you…excuses!

[Just then, you can hear the front door squeak open. A voice comes from the doorway.]

VOICE: It was the same way 10 years ago, and it's the same way today. Do you ever expect it to change Benny?

[Sledge shakes his head, grabs the bottom rope and slides out of the ring.]

SLEDGE: Great, now I'll have to assholes telling me what to do!

[Sledge's agent Tim comes walking into the gym.]

TIM: Isn't that what you pay me for?

[Benny motions for the young kid to get out of the ring, then he looks towards Tim.]

BENNY: Too much if you ask me. And what do we owe this visit to Tim?

TIM: I was in town for the holidays, knew Logan would be training and I figure I would stop in to see how everything was going. I need to keep an eye on my clients.

BENNY: Well, he's just fine. Now, if you don't mind, you know where the door is.

[Sledge, wiping his face off with a towel, walks up behind Benny and pats him on the back.]

SLEDGE: Benny, take it easy on him. Why don't you head to the office and I'll meet you there in a few. I'll have a few drinks with you before I leave for Canada.

[Benny just grunts as he head down the hall. Sledge looks back to Tim.]

SLEDGE: So Timmy, what can I do for you? Why you here?

TIM: Does there always have to be some underlying reason for me to come see you?

SLEDGE: There always seems to be Timmy.

[Tim shakes his head is disbelief.]

TIM: Well, I hadn't talked to you since the Tournament at Ark of Triocalypse. Wanted to make sure everything was going well.

SLEDGE: Yup, everything's just fine. It sucked losing to Team Anderson, but I had a good time in the ring with The Hype. I'm just not sure if the whole tag team thing is for me.

TIM: Well, you ready for your title match coming up against Ford?

SLEDGE: I've never been more ready. Benny has been showing me a few tricks. I'll be ready for Ford.

TIM: Great. I thought you may be a bit worried…

SLEDGE: Worried? I know Ford is a wily old vet, but he barley got past Freebear. And if I remember correctly, did he get beat by Mario Speedwagon?

TIM: No, I think it was B.A. Jive.

SLEDGE: You sure?

TIM: Yeah, I think so.

SLEDGE: Well, anyways, I'm good man.

[Tim pats Sledge on the back.]

TIM: Good to hear. We'll I'm out of here. I'm heading to Saskatchewan a little early. I'll see you there.

SLEDGE: Oh, come on. Have a few drink with Benny and I before you go.

[Tim chuckles and shakes his head.]

TIM: I'll have to pass, my flight leaves soon. Plus, that old man hates my guts.

SLEDGE: I think he hates everyone, including himself.

[Tim laughs as he shakes Sledge's hand.]

TIM: I never thought I'd ever say this, but I'll see you in Saskatoon.

SLEDGE: You got it. And we will be leaving there with the Dangerous Championship.

[Scene fades.]


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


Good evening. It's been said that playing a flower-sniffing, kitten-petting good guy in e-wrestling is a lost art, and my response to that is, "SCREW YOU, LOSER. We're up to our armpits in faces because we've got people who like the challenge of playing the good guy! Do you think it's easy being this nice to someone like you who lives in your parents' basement?"

So let's hear it for the good guys. From the outset we've had two wrestler going neck and neck, but by one vote, Maurice Thompson managed to beat out Leon Corella for Best Face!


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
FIONA CASEY
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


Male Voice: AGAIN FIONA! DO YEW WANT TIS OR NOT?!?!

[The screen remains black as we hear the grunting of Fiona Casey. The gruff angry Irish laden voice continues to scream.]

Male Voice: KEEP PUSHIN! GUD GUD! DON'T QUIT! DO YOU THINK SIERRA IS GOIN TO QUIT!?

[The female voice lets out a scream as the grunting grows even louder. We heard hands being smacked together after a strained grunt from Fiona.]

Male Voice: Very Gud...Very Gud...Take a break.

[Our visual opens to a gym, Fiona Casey is slumped over in the floor in front of a Tower 200, she has just finished her Warrior, Demon, and Freak exercises apart of her blistering 11 minute body training exercise routine. Her skin tight gray shorts are drenched with sweat, as his her red sports bra. The majestic red hair she is known for is tied into a pony tail. The camera pans out as someone kneels beside her. The individual who had been shouting encouragement towards her is wearing a light green and white jump suit. Across the left breast of the jacket reads "The Factory." This is the very man who trained Fiona, Bryan Kelly.]

[Fiona has spent the past few weeks in her hometown of Dublin, Ireland training with Kelly, who is an old friend of her mother Shannon. Kelly runs The Factory Training Facility in the city of Dublin. He has been putting Fiona through intense core exercises along with endurance and strength training. If that weren't enough Kelly has had Fiona Spar with each of his 6 current female students at The Factory. All of this training is to prepare Fiona for January 13th when Fiona puts her SOW Heavenly Championship up against Sierra Browne and her DCWL Siren's Championship. With both titles on the line, it is the biggest match in the young career of Fiona Casey. This added on wrestling at the Kingdom In The Sky show at the Tokyo Dome in just two days. This is an exciting time for Fiona as she will appear in front of a crowd larger than any of her family members have.]

[She has already wrestled twice in the new year on New Years Day and on the 2nd defeating Majella Canavan and Divine Despair respectively. Her training for Browne has become a full time job, as she wants nothing more to defeat Sierra. She knows how big of an underdog she is, but that will not keep her from doing everything she can on coming out victorious.]

[Kelly pats Fiona on the back as she sits up on her knees breathing heavily. A smirk slides over her face before she drops her head for a brief moment as she runs her hands from the top of her head down her neck. Fiona places her left hand on Bryan's shoulder.]

Kelly: Tat was a gud workout today. You're comin along well Fiona. We have a few more training days to get your strength up so you don't git overpowered in dere.

[The 39 year old Bryan Kelly has the body of a twenty year old. He keeps himself in amazing shape as he stands around 6'3'' and looks to weight around 230. Brown hair is neatly combed on the top of his head, he gets to his feet extending his hand to the exhausted Fiona Casey.]

Kelly: Here, let me help yew...

[Kelly extends his hand for Fiona, she looks up at her trainer and quickly accepts the offer. He pulls her up to a vertical base, Fiona takes a few more sharp breaths before collecting herself.]

Fiona: Thank you...That was a hard workout today.

[Fiona has a less distinctive Irish accent. Bryan cracks a smile in response to her last remark.]

Kelly: Gud, it means you're gettin betta. As long as yew survive a workout and keep pushin yourself, it means yew grow dat much stronga.

[Fiona nods her head.]

Fiona: I'm not going to lose to Browne. People like her disgust me with their arrogance, thinking their better than everyone else.

[Kelly puts his hand around Fiona's shoulders.]

Kelly: Gud, that means I have taugh yew well. Just stay focused on the game plan. She's not like anyone yew've every faced. Yew stay strong and yew will win.

[Fiona nods as she looks at her trainer with interest taking his every word in.]

Fiona: I will try. I've put in way too much work to let myself down. There is nothing she can do to break me...

[Fiona pauses making sure to look straight into Kelly's eyes.]

Fiona: Nothing...

[Fade.]


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


Good eveni-- wow, there's a lot of flashes here. I was hoping to stagger this, but there's still a while to go. Oh well. Enjoy the rest of the show, and I'll be back later to name your choice for DCWL WRESTLER OF 2009!


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
JACKSON HUNTER
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


[Cut to the DCWL black and teal banner. This is Jackson Hunter. The focus is a close-up of his hawk-like face; he looks worn out and his eyes are sunken, but his glare is still in full effect. Jax's dark brown hair is cut short, the hairline receding to widow's peak atop his head. His once-famous five o'clock shadow now a well-trimmed goatee beard.]

JAX: "I'm going to have to be a bastard about this, because I know from experience that my fellow wrestlers don't pay attention unless I stick it in and twist. I know I was supposed to be retired. I know that when I stepped away from the business, I was looking at an uncertain future, where I'd probably end up in a wheelchair by the time I turned 45. I was supposed to leave it at Kyle Hayden forcing me out of the DCWL. They didn't need me any more, now that I made stars out of Vyolynce, and Tigress, and Erica Toughill, and Johnny Detson, and Kaijuu Jisatsu, Alexander Hawkins and two-thirds of the entire damned DCWL roster. Well, without me, the DCWL I knew was gone, and all those stars that I made all evaporated, and I was left with nothing to show for it."

[He cracks a knuckle.]

JAX: "And as for me… I was never supposed to wrestle again. Knees: toast, thanks to Curt Olsen. Shoulder: they needed to open me five years after the fact and reconstruct my rotator cuff, thanks to Mark Haley. Ankle… neck… fingers… ribs... I could go on. In fact, I already have. I've been damaging myself to get ahead in this business for fifteen years and when Ratt—Kyle Hayden pushed me out, he said he'd never clear me to wrestle again. I was history."

[He scowls.]

JAX: "Well… I've always said history was meant to be re-written."

[He sits back, looking thoughtful.]

JAX: "So what brings me around again? I'm 37 years old, I have a wife and daughter that I'm getting to know again, and quite frankly my body feels like it's being held together with electrical tape and two-by-four splints. Why would I want to throw myself into a league that consists of 300 plus pound monsters like Freebear and Foyer and kids like Maurice Thompson? The day he was born, I was the age he is NOW. Why would I want to put myself out there?"

[He points to the banner behind him.]

JAX: "Because to me, those four letters mean something. I've felt strongly about everywhere I've worked, but nowhere moreso than the DCWL. This is where I could succeed by being me. You can say I played politics and I held a lot of worthy people down, but the fact remains that I excelled in this business and I excelled in the DCWL. I washed out in a lot of places in wrestling, but Demented Creations took me in and gave me a home and I think that counts for something. To a lot of people in the DCWL, it's just another bullet point on the resume. It's just another match you can add to the tape to get you noticed by 'The Big Leagues.' Well, I've been turning down offers from The Big Leagues so I could be here. If my *old buddy* Kyle Hayden thinks he can make a mint off of me, so be it."

[He sweeps his hand over his scalp.]

JAX: "And I never could say that I've wrestled in front of my hometown crowd before with the DCWL. They always skipped Saskatchewan on the house circuit. I've haven't wrestled in Saskatoon in ten years. Now… if Critical Shift Incorporated pulled a few strings to restore 'The Year We Make Contact' to the schedule, then obviously someone out there has it in for me. Someone from the old days wants a piece of me at Cornerstone Revolution, the mother of all DCWL supercards. I main evented the last three and I intend to be there for a fourth. Who's my old enemy? Take a look at any DCWL roster page from 2004 to 2008 and pick a name. I make a lot of enemies, because I *need* a lot of enemies. I need obstacles to overcome and challenges to beat down, because, honestly, retirement is boring and what I need right now is the only thing I've been good at."

[Hunter points an indicting index finger at the camera.]

JAX: "Don't think I forgot about you, Dangerous DCWLers. In Saskatoon I may be on a nostalgia trip but from that day forward it'll be strictly business and those of you who may have seen me know that I don't piss around in that ring. I've already made one enemy."

[He picks up a plain black briefcase.]

JAX: "Mike Anderson understood, and it was only him because he won the Ark of Apocalypse—sorry, *Tri*ocalypse tournament. I do what I have to get ahead in this business and I think I needed to refresh the fans' memory. Anyway, you know that 'DCWL Icon' that was on the board back at Ark of Triocalypse? Hi there."

[He chuckles bitterly and taps the briefcase with his fingers.]

JAX: "No one wants a DCWL Icon. Forced to spend the rest of his days in exile, while Denis Cyr and The Hype get to journey to the promised land. Oh well. If it wasn't Mike Anderson winning the event, it would have been Foyer. Or Nasty. Or any one of you rotten kids and lumbering roid ragers. So I guess you could say I came back not only for the DCWL, but because I want to know for sure if the DCWL is passing me by, and all my work and pain from my glory days means nothing now. So here's the deal…"

[He taps the briefcase again.]

JAX: "All comers. Leave your name at reception. Challenge me to a one-on-one match. Only I know the combination to this briefcase, and only I can open it for you. If you pin me or make me submit, you get the blank contract and you can make any match you want. Kyle Hayden's signed off on this. He wants to see me get nuked off the face of the planet because he's bitter about not being a wrestler himself."

[He sets the briefcase aside.]

JAX: "So there you go. A one-way ticket to doing whatever you want in the DCWL, and all you have to do is defeat me. Sounds simple doesn't it? After all, what's a beaten down, lanky, cranky, aging, washed-up, bitter shell of a man who's been cut open more times than a Thanksgiving turkey going to do to you?"

[The question hangs in the air for a few seconds.]

JAX: "Just watch me."


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
UNIQUE ELEMENT
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


[The sounds of a newly born day fill our ears, our eyes sensate as our visual is filled with a rolling countryside of what is a beautiful, yet expansive Phoenix , Arizona desert. Our view slowly begins to pan the distance shows various species of cacti and other wildlife that is unique to the adventurous Phoenix desert. A small car drives along the road on the distance showing signs of human existence. The car also defines the mixing of modernity into a frontier that is rarely braved by the intelligent human being.]

[Many do not venture to the desert by choice, yet by an unfortunate turn of events that usually end up testing the theory of Survival Of The Fittest. Those that end up attempting to escape this dangerous climate are often found days later having been defeated by the lack of water and the extreme humidity. These well known yet vital facts bring up an important question. Who would bring the DCWL cameras out to the wilderness?]

[We continue to pan taking in the early morning, we finally hear the movements of dirt and rock underneath the feet of an approaching individual. Finally, the three members of Unique Element come into view. A black 2007 Jeep Liberty behind them as Danny, Gabe, and Aaron lean against the Liberty talking among one another. Each have a Championship belt over their shoulder. Unfortunately for Unique Element, they are not the DCWL Trios Championship belts they won a few months ago.]

[The belts slung over their shoulders are the Federación Mexicana De La Lucha Afiliada Trio Championships from Mexico that they successfully defended twice at the end of December. Gabe motions over to the camera which cause Danny and Aaron to nod as the three soon approach. None seem all to pleased even after just leaving the festive holiday season. As they come within a few feet of the camera the trio come to a stop and simply glare forward for a few moments before Danny breaks the silence.]

Danny: When we get the opportunity we like coming out here to relax, to think, and to get away from the world…

[Danny looks beyond the camera seemingly taking in his surroundings. He almost seems as if he is at home in this atmosphere.]

Danny: Michael Navarro brought us out here when we were training at Vision Quest. We did some training in these harsh elements, but it was more of a time for him to show us how we needed to reflect on our lives and realize what we are going through. Looking back at a period of your life and thinking that you should have handled the situation differently and having regrets was what he was trying to help us to never have to suffer through.

[Danny pauses for a moment and looks towards Gabe.]

Gabe: The three of us have had a great deal of success since we decided to become a trio, travel around the world together, and to always have each others back. With all of the accolades we have been winning and all of the victories come an even more difficult challenge…When you are faced with continuing success you will always have those that are jealous of your victories and attempt to steal it away from you. Other will decide to challenge you as competitors and attempt to capture success for yourself. Over the past few months we have encountered both those that want to steal our success and those that want to capture it for themselves.

[Gabe pauses.]

Aaron: Ace Stevens and Da New Main Street Killaz we do not understand you. I dropped Killa 187 with the Aaron Just Planted you and got the victory. Instead of accepting your defeat you decide to steal our DCWL Trios Championships. After we had to beat Necro and Killa down to get them back, the puppet master Ace Stevens decided to steal the belts once more. Navarro and Cold let us know that in this business we sometimes have to earn respect. The four of you do not understand that you do not steal anything in this sport, you have to earn it. Unfortunately, your time will come and we will make you regret ever disrespecting Unique Element.

[Aaron pauses as Danny pats him on the back.]

Danny: That brings us to Horrorshow; Wolf Masterson, Joe Pansac, and Mina Eyre. I'm going to say this flat out, we proved it during our match at the Ark Of The Triocalpyse, and we will prove it again at The Year We Make Contact. Unique Element is better than the three of you. There won't be any judges to save you when our DCWL Trios Championship is on the line. We have yet to be defeated by anyone since we have become a trio. Complete Control couldn't stop us, the dominate Samoans couldn't defeat us, and we are not going lose our titles to the three of you…

Somehow you had a bye in the Ark Of The Triocalpyse and you still couldn't defeat us in thirty minutes. I'm not sure if Horrorshow has anything to hang their faith on coming into this match….You are simply outclassed in every facet.

[Danny stops speaking as Gabe clears his throat.]

Gabe: We were ecstatic when we learned that we would be facing the three of you in this title match. That was the Christmas gift that none of us asked for, but secretly wanted more than anything else we could have imagined. In our minds with being disrespected by Stevens and the Street Killaz we have a lot to prove. We know we are the best trio in the world, and we want to defeat Horrorshow so we can show up Mike Foyer for being the fraud he is. If it wasn't for an unfortunate decision we would have beat Anderson, Nasty, and Foyer to win the Ark tournament.

[A serious look comes over Gabe's usually relaxed face.]

Gabe: We will not be stopped short of our goals….

[Aaron points at the camera for a moment.]

Aaron: In fact, if we manage to do what the three of us know we have the talent to do and defeat Horrorshow and defeat Foyer and his team..We are planning on having an Open Invitational to any three wrestlers in the world to come and face us for the DCWL Trios Championship….

Danny: Horrorshow, remember my words….

[Danny runs his hands to the side in the direction of Aaron and Gabe.]

Danny: We're Unique…

[Pause]

And You're Not Even An Element…

[Fade]


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
THE NEW MAIN STREET KILLAS
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


["Haley Hall" aka the official residence of the DCWL's Governor General aka Ace Stevens' house in Kanata, Ontario. Ace himself sits on his couch, talking on his blackberry.]

Ace: CURT! Pick up if you're there, man. Wait, can anyone even screen their calls like that anymore? Look! Bro! Jax is back! I was calling to see if you were coming in to get the band back together! Of course, even though I never was part of the band I'm the freakin' GOVERNOR GENERAL now! I got connections! I got stroke! I got milk! Anything! Talk to you later!

[Ace hangs up.]

James: Still nothing?

Ace: No! And I've been asking the DCWL brass for weeks about it with no answer!

James: You only made a post on a message board! And Kyle Hayden GAVE you an answer!

Ace: But not the one I want! I won't REST until I get my way! Who cares if Curt Olsen doesn't want to come back, I STILL WANT TO FINALLY KICK ALL THREE OF YOU TO THE... er... I mean, you could BENEFIT from his tutelage! Look at what he did for Erica Toughill!

Ert: And ME!

[Ert has his finger in his ear.]

Ace: Shut up and go back to playing with your Trios Title.

Ert: SHA-BAM!

James: Er... about that. You didn't seem to like us having the belts before the last show. Then you abducted them. What's with that?

Ace: Um, well... oh come on, James, nobody pays attention to anyone but himself in this league. I didn't even know Jax was back until the news update! True story! Inconsistency and inattentiveness are STAPLES of the new DCWL that the Governor General's office are SWORN to protect.

James: That's not your job!

Ace: Then what the hell is?!? I'm not just some lowly manager meant to sit around and put over this feud you're having with Unique Element!

James: Have you returned any of their messages?

Ace: I'LL GET AROUND TO IT! It's just that I'm so busy since this promotion that I haven't had the time!

James: But you've ignored everyone in the DCWL forever! Unless it's Kyle Hayden or Henry Spikes.

Ace: SPIKES! Where the hell has he been?

Killa: Yo, where is d'ambassada, foo?

Ace: I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT! Besides, it's best I give Unique Element a reply here...

[Ace picks up his blackberry.]

Ace: Damn things! I hate these tiny keyboards.

James: Why not use the new laptop you got for Christmas?

Ace: Because I'm using the videocard to transfer my "Best of Da Ace Killas" tapes to DVD!

Killa: Yo, Da Killa see dose... how da hell y'all edit ME out, dawg?

Ace: Oh, it's simple you just... *jump cut* there you go.

James: Was that an edit?

Ace: Well, it may have been a rip in the space-time continuum. Usually it's a sign that someone from an alternate universe is about to walk in the door.

*DING DONG*

Mark: ILL GETIT LOL~!

[Mark opens the door, revealing Froo Froo the Talking Cat.]

Froo Froo: What the hell am I doing here?

Mark: N00NE KNOWS WHO U AR~!

[End.]


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
DERRICK L. FORD
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


[Fade in to Blaze Crimson, standing in front of the DCWL logo.]

BLAZE: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here in this "War of the Words" exclusive to talk to the DCWL Dangerous Champion Derrick L. Ford.

[Into the shot steps Derrick Ford.  He's sporting his trademark white Stetson, pressed blue pinstripe suit with white shirt and red tie, and flashy rings on each hand.  The coup de grace, of course, is the big shiny Dangerous Championship belt settled on his shoulder.  Ford regards Blaze with narrow eyes and a smirk.]

FORD: Blaze, always nice to have a friendly chat with Kyle Hayden's mouthpiece.  Or one of them, at any rate.

BLAZE: Derrick, you requested this airtime....

FORD: I also requested Panzerotti to interview me, since he seems to be the only one on staff with any dignity.

BLAZE: We can get out of here if you want...

FORD: No no, you'll do.

BLAZE: That's it, I can't take this.  Here, jackass.  Have fun.

[Crimson tosses the mic at Ford's chest, then storms off the set.  Ford looks at the mic in his hands, then turns to the camera man.]

FORD: A little unprofessional, don't you think?

[A wry grin from the Dangerous Champion.]

FORD: Yes, DCWL faithful, the greatest Dangerous Champion in company history has decided to grace you with his presence to address the rumors put out by the liberal wrestling media.

[He pats the title on his shoulder.]

FORD: I am speaking to you with this belt on my shoulder that I have earned through my work in the ring, most recently at Ark of Triocalypse.  For the second time in a month in a half, I did so against the so-called Freebear, who has been all talk and no show since arriving in the DCWL.  In Thunder Bay, I came, I saw, and I conquered the Bear for the Dangerous Championship.  In Saint Paul, the world watched me dominate the fubar for the first two falls.  Sure he was able to get a fluke pin on me, but one pin wasn't enough for the championship.  By the end of the second fall, I proved myself to be in a class above and beyond this false patriot, just as I am above and beyond the other dreck that's come for the Dangerous Championship.

[The smirk fades.]

FORD: So imagine my surprise when, after returning from my SUCCESSFUL title defense, I found out I was accused of GOLDBRICKING!  ME!  The man who has held that title longer than anyone else!  The final Platinum Champion!  Are those the accomplishments of someone who backs away from fights?!  Hell no!  No one, but NO ONE accuses Derrick Ford of backing off from a damn fight.

[He points at the camera.]

FORD: I know it was you, Chazz, and if you didn't prove yourself to be a total broken down has been against O'Connor I'd demand to meet you in the ring for the insult.  But no, you're just another one of Kyle Hayden's mouthpieces...you, Blaze, Manning...you toe the company line and talk down to me because I dare to stand against the great and powerful Oz.

[He returns his hand to his side.]

FORD: I AM the Dangerous Championship division.  Hayden and Alloy thought they could stop me from winning it, and they failed.  Rather than just admit my greatness, they chose to devalue my title by bringing back the Grand Championship and fill my division with nothing but bottom feeders like Jive, Speedwagon, and Freebear.  Yes I lost focus against Jive, but soon I proved that no one deserved a title shot more than me.  Of course, I'm so disliked by management that they'd prefer a friggin Nazi over me for the Grand, but they're happy to put me back in the devalued Dangerous division.

[A small half smile.]

FORD: But I showed them.  I have raised the level of this belt, of this division, and they don't know what to do.  Now we've got Logan Braddock, who barely got past Max Turbo and the only two guys who are too awful for any title division in this company and who hasn't done a single impressive thing since coming here.  THIS is my great challenge?  This is the guy who can overthow the greatness of Derrick Ford?!  No way.  No goddamn way.  And they know it.  So Hayden and his mouthpieces pull this crap about avoiding the fight.

[He shifts the belt on his shoulder.]

FORD: If Kyle Hayden is too scared of me and too bitter at his own failure to give me my dues, I'll take my respect from him the only way I know how.  From this moment on, the Era of Derrick Ford has a new meaning.  No one in the Dangerous Division can match me in the ring, and I will prove this night in and night out.  I am a cut above everyone else in this sorry company.  Should I fall, should ANYONE defeat me for this title I have, it will be clear that the conspiracy against me is too great for even someone of my immense talent to overcome.  So, should I lose the Dangerous Championship, I pledge to LEAVE the DCWL FOR GOOD!  That's right, Kyle!  You want to get rid of me, here's your chance!  Just don't miss, or so help me I will run over everyone in this company.

[The camera focuses in on the champ's face.  Every feature is taut.]

FORD:  I'm a champion in life, bitches, and as I continue my roll through the Dangerous Division you'll slowly come to realize that I am now a champion FOR life.  The Dangerous Championship Division is my world now, and you all are just living in it.  Now, and forever, we are in the ERA of DERRICK! L! FORD!

[Fade out.]


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
"DARK ANGEL" JOSHUA CURTIS
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


[Nightime in Ottawa, Ontario, Canda. A time when for most people getting home is rather simple, painless and anxiety free. Its generally when, in the Nation's Capital, most people are either at home or getting ready to go to a Senators game to cheer their team on. Its not typically a time when some would expect something bad to happen to someone or at the very least nothing serious!

As the camera pans the city we find a young lady, looks to be in her early 20s, getting off the bus and ready to head home for the night. She's dressed in a red blazer, black blouse and red tie with a matching skirt, and black 4" heel. As she she is walking home a man in a black ski mask, white t-shirt and blue jeans reaches up onto her shoulder and spins her around. The woman screams but is quickly muffled by the mugger's hand as he drags her and slams her up against the brick wall of one of the buildings that make up the alleyway. As she tries to scream out from under the hand of the assailant he begins yelling at the woman...]

Mugger: You can scream all you want lady but no one is going to hear you! Now give me all your money and I won't hurt you.

[The woman goes to reach for her purse to try and conceal her mace from the mugger but the attacker is too smart and knocks the can from her hand and begins speaking again...]

Mugger: I guess you didn't hear me did you?! Give me all of your money and I...WON'T...HURT...YOU!

[The woman start reaching for her wallet to hand the man her money when out of nowhere a voice can be heard...]

Voice: Why do you try picking on someone that can actually fight you prick?!

[The mugger looks around to try and find where the voice is coming from and he gets PISSED! He looks around and forgets about the woman for a second before starting to search for the person calling him]

Mugger: Where are you freak?! Show yourself to me!

Voice: You really want that?

Mugger: I asked for it didn't I?

Voice: [Sighs] Very well

[The person drops from their perch right behind the suspect. The person has no idea that the subject in question is right behind him when he taps him on his shoulder and that's the last thing he remembers before his world was about to go black...

BAM!!!!

A crescent kick right to the jaw of his opponent knocks them senseless before blacking out in the alleyway when the person takes their hood off the identity of the attacker is shown....

"Dark Angel" Joshua Curtis

As Joshua hovers over his new victim a wicked grin appears on his face before he looks down and speaks to the man whose bell he just rang!]

Dark Angel: Next time...I'd listen before I shot my mouth off. This time the worst you'll have is a sore jaw and a minor concussion ,but the next time...next time you won't be so lucky!

[Joshua turns to the young lady whom is still visibly shaken from what the mugger tried to do to her and Joshua does what he can to calm the nerves of the young lady by talking to her...]

Dark Angel: Are you going to be OK miss?

Woman: I...I think so. What just happened?

Dark Angel: Let's just say...a man wanted to put a foot in his mouth and I had to insert it for him! I don't think he will be troubling you again anytime soon.

Woman: I understand...what's your name sir?

Dark Angel: My friends know me and Joshua Curtis but you may know me as "Dark Angel"

Woman: I see. Well Mr. "Angel" allow me to reward you for what you've done.

Dark Angel: Making sure you were safe and sound was payment enough miss. Now you go home and get some rest. You look like you need it.

[The woman nods and heads the rest of the way home as "DA" walks out of the alley and leaps like a cat up onto the nearest street light and looks over the street before speaking again...]

Dark Angel: Another person, another rescue! Yes even I, the "Dark Angel" have a soul when it comes to some people but soon I must show myself again to the fans of the DCWL and more importantly to you, Maurice Thompson!

[Dark Angel leaps off the street light and continues walking down the sidewalk. To where? Only he knows as he continues speaking...]

Dark Angel: Maurice you are in a very dangerous and yet advantageous situation. You see it was announced not too long ago that you and I are to go at it in a best two out of three falls match. This means that if you can beat me twice you will prove to the wrestling world and the management of the company that you are truly the better man than I and you will deserve all the rewards that come with it.

HOWEVER...

Let's not forget Maurice that if I beat you than I will prove, for this one night, that I am someone that this company can get behind and prove to the fans, my "Angels", that I am a force here as well! Let us remember that I went farther than my student Juri's team in the tournament but also that she was saddle with James O'Connor and Brad Cummings. This match for us is a one on one match with no one that will come down to the ring and ruin it for you, me or the fans that make the company possible because without them we aren't ANYTHING!

The name of the show is "The Year We Make Contact" and in plain English Mr. Thompson the company is looking for us to tear the house down! Can you muster enough of a will and spirit to hang with me or anyone in the company for two maybe three falls? This match is going to be brutal and its going to push your body and your mind to its limit! I'm not going to sugarcoat this dear friend we are going to bleed, sweat and pay a price that has yet to be paid in this company! The winner might get looked at by the "Big Cheese" up in SPW but while that is an honor and a privilege its not something that will make me or break me. I, much like Juri-san am home in the company.

Let me ask you Thompson how happy are you here? How much do you like it here? Would you be willing to say "I don't want to be here anymore"? I couldn't do it nor would I want to. This federation is my new home and its where I see my days ending when the time is right but that time is far away and Maurice I plan to show you exactly WHAT the DCWL is about on the 13th of this month. All you have to do is show up and when we fight it out for two falls I promise you you will feel like you've wrestled ten with me.

Mr. Thompson my time is up now but let's understand some things about this match. First and foremost is there won't be a winner...just a survivor and the second is when its all said and done your body may belong to your own being but your soul will belong to me and my "Angels"

And now as I leave you I have the one question left that I ask all my victims, both spiritually and physically:

"Do you believe in angels?"

Good Night!

[FADE OUT!]


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
MAURICE THOMPSON
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


#Enter#

#Wednesday, December 30, 2009 4:35 PM CDT#

[Intro - Rihanna]

#Feel it comin' in the air
see me the sreets from everywhere
I'm addicted to the thrill
It's a dangerous spooky man
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...
We gonna run this town#

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]

#We are
Yeah I said it
We are
This is Roc Nation
Pledge your allegiance
Get y'all fatigues on
All black everything
Black cards, black cars
All black everything
And our girls are blackbirds
Ridin' with they dillingers
I'd get more in Depth
If you boys really real enough
This is la familia
I'll explain later
But for now let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah I'm talkin' five comma
Six zeros
Dot zero
Here it go...
Back to runnin' circles 'round white folks
Now we fired up
Hold up#

["Run This Town" continues to blast through through the massive living room of the mansion as our visual begins. The floor is crowded with couples of people gyrating and grinding into each other in a variety of ways. Our camera continues to move around taking in the hundreds of people scattered around the room. The hustle and bustle of the crowd can be heard in conjunction with  the music.]

[Chorus - Rihanna]

#Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
(Is who's gonna run this town tonight)
Hey-hey-hey-heyyy#

[The camera shifts until we catch glimpse of Maurice and Chelsea standing together along with a group of three girls and one other male. The brunette is Spanish Bernardina Marroquín who stands at 5'9'' and is in amazing shape with dark brown eyes. The second brunette is Nigerian Nobi Ashawagawa who has raven-esq black hair that flows down her back. She stands around 5'7''. The last is a Norwegian blonde named Anette Furuseth. She is 5'6'' and also is packed with a stunning body. The male stands around 6'1'' and has blonde spiked hair. His name is Boris Zenske from Russia.]

[These are Chelsea's high class friends that she attends photo shoots with. She had a famous spread with Boris that drew critical acclaim from photographers and modeling agencies from around the world. Maurice has his arm over Chelsea's shoulder. The group all of glasses of Champagne in their hands, all with smiles on their faces.]

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]

#We are
Yeah I said it
We are
You can call me C's r
In a dark Cigar
Please follow the lea-der
So Eric B. we are
Microphone fiend
It's the return of thee God
Peace God...
(Auh! Auh! )
And ain't nobody fresher
I'm in Mason
(Ah! )
Martin Margiela
On the tape we're screamin'
what its the other side, they jealous
We got a bankhead full of broads(?)
They got a table full of fellas... (?)
And they ain't spending no cake
They should throw they hand in
'Cause they ain't got no spades...
My whole team got dough
So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro#

[Chelsea takes a sip from her Champagne before she has to raise her voice a little to talk over the music.]

Chelsea: How are you guys liking my boy?

[Chelsea playfully leans her head on Thompson's chest.]

Bernardina: He's a cutie...Oh, I loved your interview with Natalye. You did yourself well, you can expect a donation from me in the morning.

Anette: I'll definitely donate to you as well.

Nobi: I'll join in...

Boris: I'll make it unanimous...

[Maurice smiles before taking a sip of his Champagne.]

Maurice: I definitely appreciate that, every little bit counts. The organization will come together by the end of the month. It's a lot of work, but I feel a great deal will be accomplished.

Chelsea: As do I baby, I'm so proud of you.

Boris: You even have your own camera crew.

[Maurice looks at the DCWL camera and gives a peace sign before turning back to the group.]

Maurice: These belong to the DCWL, they wanted to document me for a few weeks. After the whole burning incident, it became a permanent thing. It's basically my own internet reality show.

Boris: DCW? DCWL? Oh yeah...Don't you have a match or something coming up soon?

[Maurice shakes his head.]

Maurice: I do against Joshua Curtis, he has a flair for the dramatic. I'm pretty sure I can handle anything he throws at me. I need another victory.

Anette: I'm sure you'll get it, you're incredible Maurice.

[Each of Chelsea's friends have their own unique accent. Maurice seems comfortable hanging around the group of extremely wealthy models. Anette has been on the cover of eight different magazines in just the year 2009. Nobi has had appearances in six movies over the past year, while Bernardina solidified herself as an A list actress with her role in "First, Final, & In Between" the dramatic comedy that came out in theaters in November. Boris has been working for Stun clothing as their leading model, appearing in commercials, magazines, and on billboards. Maurice takes another sip of his Champagne.]

Maurice: I appreciate that. Bernardina, this is an incredible house. I thank  you for having me.

Bernardina: No problem, you're Chelsea's boyfriend. Any friend of hers is welcome at my home anytime.How about we all go upstairs to relax a little?

*************

#(Oh)
Turn up the music
Let´s get out on the floor
I like to move it
Come and give me some more

Watch me getting physical
Out of control, Ah
There's people watching me, Ah
I never miss a beat

Still the night, kill the lights
Feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight
'Cause it's pulling you in

Wrap it up you can't stop
'Cause it feels like an overdose
(feels like an overdose)

Oh, oh
Evacuate the dancefloor
Oh, oh
I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh
Stop this beat is killing me
Hey Dr. DJ let the music take me underground#

[Cascada's "Evacuate The Dance Floor" is heard subtly as the group is now upstairs in what looks to be a game room. A large Sony Platinum television sits nicely within a stand. Two large speakers are on either side of the TV, four black silk couches are spread around the room. A dozen could comfortable be seated on any choice of couch in the room. Maurice and Chelsea are seated on a couch, as our Anette and Boris. Nobi and Bernadina are laying on separate couches.]

Nobi: So Maurice, tell me about this Curtis you have to wrestle.

[Nobi sits up on her elbows as all of the eyes in the room focus on Maurice. He now has a Guinness in his hand, he takes a sip from it. A thoughtful look comes over his face before he begins.]

Maurice: Well, he has a reputation as a hot head from what I hear. The guy does have talent, I've scouted him from his time in SOW and from his few matches in DCWL. He seems to have some glaring holes in his approach, but he is a very solid wrestler. If I wrestle my best match and he wrestles his best match, I'm very confident that I'll come away with a victory...

Chelsea: Don't get too confident, you weren't so fortunate last time.

Maurice: That was different Chelsea, I didn't prepare well for the Ark. Come the 5th, I will be training specifically for Curtis. I'm not going to give him any opportunity  to escape with a victory. I respect his talent, there just doesn't seem to be enough there to keep up with me.

Boris: What if you lose Maurice?

Maurice: I don't see that happening , I need this victory more than he does. I'm more focused on making things happen in the ring. His mind always seems to be somewhere else.

[Chelsea shakes her head before taking a sip of her Corona.]

Chelsea: If you lose, I'm never going to let you forget this conversation.

Anette: Have some faith in him, he's proven himself well so far.

Bernardina: I agree..You seem really focused Maurice. When and where is the match?

Maurice: January 13th in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan...

Bernardina: Anette, you want to go?

[Anette smiles.]

Anette: I'm in.

#(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh
Evacuate the dancefloor
Oh, oh
I'm infected by the sound
(Everybody in the club)
Oh, oh
Stop this beat is killing me
Hey Dr. DJ come burn this place right down to the ground

(Oh)
My body's aching
System overload
Temperature's rising
I'm about to explode

Watch me I'm intoxicated
Taking the show, Ah
It`s got me hypnotized, Ah
Everybody step aside

Still the night, kill the lights
Feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight
'Cause it's pulling you in

Wrap it up you can't stop
'Cause it feels like an overdose
(feels like an overdose)

Oh, oh
Evacuate the dancefloor
Oh, oh
I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh
Stop this beat is killing me
Hey Dr. DJ let the music take me underground#

[Maurice takes a longer drink from his Guinness.]

Chelsea: I'd come, but I'll be in class.

Boris: Nobi and I have a shoot in France that whole week.

Maurice: I appreciate you wanting to come. Seems like I have to win now or I'll be letting the two of you down.

[Anette smiles again.]

Anette: That's right!

Chelsea: Have you even done anything other than watch a few tapes to prepare?

Maurice: That trip to Texas definitely got me prepared for anything Curtis can throw at me. I'm still sore from that match.

Chelsea: I warned you about taking matches against guys like that...

[Maurice sighs.]

Maurice: I know.

*******

#Whoa (4X)

Stressed out, uptight,
over worked, wound up,
unleash what you got,
let's explore your naughty side,
follow me where we go,
we don't need no bread crumbs,
cant you see baby,
you're the only one,
you are woman,
you are woman,
let me be your medicine,
cuz I got one thing on my mind,
I'll be your valentine,
spread your wings and baby fly away

(Chorus)
It's your body,
you can yell if you want to,
loud if you want to,
scream if you want to,
just let me love you,
lay right here girl,
don't be scared of me,
give you sex therapy,
give you sex therapy,
It's your body,
we'll go hard if you want to,
as hard as you want to,
soft as you want to,
just let me love you lay right here,
I'll be your fantasy,
give you sex therapy,
give you sex therapy,#

[The group is back downstairs to the party. Chelsea has her back to Maurice as his hands rest on her hips. She slowly grinds into him. She turns her head and gives him a smirk.]

Chelsea: How's that?

[Maurice laughs.]

Maurice: Not too bad...

Chelsea: That's what I thought. Just make sure you beat Curtis...

[Maurice rolls his eyes.]

Maurice: Trust me...I will...

[Fade.]


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


Good morning. Since I assumed it was evening when we first spoke I now assume it is morning for you, and you are quite overwhelmed with the awesomeness of your fellow DCWL handlers. It is now time for the ultimate award, and we have a unique situation. The vote was split and thus we have a tie. I was considering casting a tie-breaker, but I think a split decision will play into our direction for the Winter Season, which lasts from now until Cornerstone Revolution V.

Tied for the Best Wrestler of 2009…










…without further…












…ado…













…LEON CORELLA and…













MAURICE THOMPSON!!!


Congratulations to all in the DCWL for rebuilding the league. The next three months look rock solid for us, and hopefully our spring layoff will be brief and we have many months left to come.


~~~D~C~W~L~~~
LEON CORELLA
~~~D~C~W~L~~~


[The camera opens upon one Leon Corella, seated on a bench against a brick wall.  He now sports a blond stubble beard and dark rings under his eyes, his hair somewhat disheveled and even the expensive suit he wore seemed to lose some of it's luster.  In his hands is the DCWL Grand Championship, and his eyes are transfixed upon it as he speaks out...]

Leon-  ...All my life, I have strived to be nothing but the best at what I do.  At one point, I lost my way and had fooled myself into believing that the ends would justify the means I used to get there...

[...Tears begin to well up in his eyes, but his expression remains a somber slate...]

...It took me a long time to find my way back, and when I did, everything finally went right for me.  I gained this title, I earned respect from my peers, and I even learned how to finally be a humble man despite the blood flowing in my veins and the greatness that comes with my family name...

[...Leon strokes that title belt with a free hand, laying it to rest in his lap, his eyes slowly averting themselves to the camera...]

...I have achieved something that I have wanted my entire life, and now that I have achieved this incredible goal, everything is falling apart around me...

[...His lip quivers as he fights to hold back the anguish building inside of him, a single tear trailing down the side of his face...]

...Over the course of two years, I have worked hard to become a better man, a true role model for my son, and someone my family could be proud of.  I buried my past and left it to rot in a casket of shame only for someone else to dig up those skeletons and have them presented for all the world to see once again...

[...He shudders as he lets out a sharp, wavering exhale...]

...That someone, is Big... Mike... Foyer...  A man I called friend once upon a time, until I foolishly threw it all away in a fiery display born of pride and arrogance...

[...His jaw sets and that brow furrows as anger begins to show across his face...]

...Mike, what I did to you pales in comparison to what you've done to me.  What happened to you could have been healed and repaired.  You could have come after me with a vengeance and broke my body as I had done yours.  That would have been a preferable alternative to the hell you have brought down upon me...

[...Leon rises from his seat, his face reddening rapidly as he visibly shook with unchecked rage...]

...You could have done ANYTHING!  ANYTHING but this...  You can mend a body.  You can rebuild injured pride.  What you have done cannot be fixed, replaced, rebuilt, or repaired in any way, shape, or form...

For the rest of my life, I will bare nothing but shame from my ancestral family and the eternal hatred of my only son.  You have cost me something far more precious than anything I took from you Micheal.

[...He slowly lifts that belt up to his side, the center plate facing the camera with the large DCWL logo gleaming upon it...]

...All I have left, Mike, is this.  All that is keeping me going, is this championship belt and the knowledge that I have accomplished the impossible just by having it in my possession.  It all began with my desire for this glorious treasure, and the only way it will end is if it is pried from my cold... dead... fingers...

[...Sucking in a deep breath, Leon wipes the tears from his eyes...]

...I am more focused than I have ever been in my entire career because of you.  I know what I must do to win now, and no matter what you do to me.  No matter what else you put me and my family through, I will do what I do best.  I will put on my boots, go out to that ring, and wrestle...

[...Slowly, he begins to calm down, sliding that championship belt onto his shoulder...]

...That is what I was born to do, and I plan to be doing all the way until my dying breath.  Nothing you or anyone else can do will be enough to stop me.  So Mike, do your worst.  I dare you.

[...A psychotic gleam seems to fill Leon's eyes as a grin spreads across his face to match it...]

...BRING ON THE PAIN MOTHERFUCKER!!!  BRING.... IT.... OOOONNNNNN!!!

[...He then storms off camera, the scene quickly fading to black...]

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