Dangerous Championship Wrestling League: DCWL #13 - "Cornerstone Revolution 5 (Day One)" - March 17, 2010

[A few explosions at the entranceway, which is very very very large. For once there is a proper sized crowd in attendance, some comped, some paid. It seems that once again the DCWL has lashed out for production values. And before anything else can happen...]

["She's a Bitch" signals the arrival of the SOW and DCWL Women's champions, Sierra Browne. The Toronto crowd sends up mixed cheers and boos as the curtains part and out strides the ebony champion. Sierra holds both title belts up high and soaks in the very passionate crowd reaction. She is an ebon goddess. Every sinew stands out in high definition by baby oil and bronzing agent, making her skin stand out in sharp contrast against her bright gold lycra halter top and tights. She sashays to the ring, her hips swinging in a naughty rhythm until she takes the ring and the microphone to address the crowd.

Sierra: Toronto, Canada, it's Showtime!

[The crowd erupts anew in a mixture of cheers and boos. No throat is silent. No tongue hides behind a closed mouth.]

Sierra: I've always had a special affection for Canada.

[Cheers]

Sierra: The people here have always understood professional wrestling.

[Cheers]

Sierra: They have never simply gone with the flow and cheered who they were supposed to and who they were not. The people here love a show. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a _Show_ ... the greatest show on Earth!

[She has the crowd adoring her now. They are all cheers.]

Sierra: In fact, you should be blessed to witness my performance these next two nights because you surely don't even deserve one glimpse of Sierra Browne inside the ring.

[And just like that she has them calling for her head.]

Sierra: Just because you appreciate professional wrestling does not mean that you deserve to witness my legend. But you will witness it these next two days. So save every loonie ... save every toonie you have to buy another ticket. Get your cameras ready. Because Toronto, Canada, you are in the presence of glory ... the presence of greatness and these next two nights will be nights you will not forget. You will watch me dismantle four women in this ring and you will have naught to say but "That Bitch is good."

BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!

[Sierra soaks up the invective as if it were honied wine.]

Sierra: Yes, I'm that bitch. I'm that bitch that makes you feel inadequate at night, ladies. I'm that bitch that makes your husbands' heads turn and their hands begin to wander. I'm that bitch that makes you test the jiggle under your arms and ask whether it's the dress that makes you look fat. I'm the bitch that makes you want holler. I'm the bitch that makes you eat a tub of ice cream. I'm the bitch that makes your children depressed because they realise they shall never reach such Olympian heights. I'm that bitch ... but this Bitch is generous, people. I allow you to witness my greatness. And that, perhaps, is the greatest cruelty I can heap on you.

[She drapes her titles over her shoulders and looks out at every section of the crowd before she bows.]

Sierra: Enjoy the show ... bitches!

[Browne hands the microphone and the DCWL belt to the ringside attandant. The SOW Heavenly belt is handed to DCWL Senior Referee Steve Francis. Also in the ring is the silver-haired velvet-tongued ring announcer Buckley Luck, who has busted out his best navy blue suede tuxedo jacket and black bow tie for the occasion.]

BUCKLEY: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall with a forty-five minute time limit... And it is for the Spirit of Wrestling Heavenly Championship."

[Over the tannoy in the arena is Yoshida Brothers' "Mirage."]

BUCKLEY: "Introducing first, the challenger."

[Through the entrance and down the aisle walks Natasha Watkins. Long flowing blonde hair, dark blue eyes, extremely muscular body with textbook abs. She has soft facial features and is surprisingly attractive with dark blue eye shadow. There’s a small tattoo of a green dragon on her left shoulder. She looks like she has been carved out of granite. She makes her way down the ramp toward the ring. She and Browne show no intimidation, staring at each other across the distance until they are both in the ring at the same time.]

BUCKLEY: "Introducing first, the challenger. From Forest Grove, Oregon, weighing in at 142 pounds. Representing the NJWF... NATASHA... WATKINS!"

[Mild pop for Watkins, larger among the smarkier crowd in the building. "Mirage" begins to fade out.]

RICH MANNING: Welcome, DCWL fans to our lucky thirteenth show, and we're underway with the event as we speak. Joining me, of course, is Chris Chazz. Heather Watkins is challenging Sierra Browne for one of the two belts she currently holds. Chazz, what can you tell us about Watkins.

CHRISTIAN CHAZZ: Rich, I'm sure you mean *NATASHA* Watkins.

RM: Oh, right. Gotta stop doing that...

CC: Well, Rich, she's a machine. There's no other way to put it. She's obsessed with wrestling, eats and breathes it. I think Sierra Browne may have met her match as far as pure athleticism goes.

RM: Of course, if Browne defeats Watkins, the NJWF will extend a shot at their BHC Iron Glory title to Sierra Browne stateside against champion Moira Faith, who we last saw stateside in Diamond Star Wrestling.

[Referee Francis presents the belt to both the challenger and the champion while relaying last minute instructions.]

BUCKLEY: "Introducing now, the champion. From Port-of-Spain, Trinidad... Weighing in at 160 pounds... She is the reigning Spirit of Wrestling Heavenly Champion... "THE SHOW..." SIERRA... BROWNE..."

[Mixed pop from the fans. A lot of hate, but also a lot of begrudged respect as well.]

RM: It's bell time, and Cornerstone Revolution 5 is under way!

[Cut backstage. Blaze in his her Sunday best, looking like she just got off the equestrian track. With her is the hulking Paul Doom with his ungodly mullet and two-sizes-too-small "My Little Pony" t-shirt.]

BLAZE: Thanks, boys. Paul Doom, you take on the Brains'n'Chains express tonight. How do you feel about--

DOOM: BAAAAAAAAAA--

BLAZE: [parroting him] --aaaaaaaad. Yeah. Somehow, I figured you'd say that. Well, how about you?

[Doom moves out of the way, revealing his partner. He is much shorter than the average wrestler, but under his hoodie and folded arms, he looks like a mound of undefined muscle.]

BLAZE: Buste-... Sorry... BENITO Brown, how does it feel to return to the DCWL?

[Benito doesn't answer. He raises his hands until they are in front of the microphone. Then he cracks his knuckles one at a time.]

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[The camera sneaks a peek under his cowled hood. Benito's glare is vicious. He spins around and storms off. Paul Doom scampers after like a loyal puppy. Pan back to Blaze, rather unnerved by her interview subject.]

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RM: BENITO BROWN SPEARS HIS OWN PARTNER!

[Benito begins raining down ham like fists into the face of Paul Doom with unholy fury. Before his opponent can react, Brown shoves B.A. Jive away. He drags Doom to his feet, hauls him up into a fireman's carry, and dumps him over the top rope to the ramp!]

RM: What is going on here?

CC: These guys were partners for years! Buster Brown was like an older brother to Paul Doom! And now this?

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RM: Well, I guess this is a no contest...

[Jive and Pansac are in the ring trying to understand what is happening. Doom looks up to Benito with uncomprehending betrayal in his eyes. Benito just picks him up and sets up a uranage...]

CC: Oh my god, clear the area!

[Benito suplexes Paul Doom from the ramp to the floor, falling into the rapidly dispersing crowd below. Jive and Pansac take action, stepping through the ropes.]

RM: Doom down on the floor... What has gotten in to Benito Brown?

[Brown, a furious look on his face begins verbally abusing his challenged cohort. Someone calls out to him from above, and he turns around.]

RM: "DEADMAN" PANSAC WITH A RUNNING DIVE!

[Pansac leaps off the ramp and right on to Benito Brown!]

HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!

[B. A. Jive looks like he's about to join them, but a voice over the speakers stops him.]

VOICE: "SATAN COMMANDS YOU TO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"

[Jive stops in his tracks, but Pansac tosses Benito right back on to the entrance way and begins to brawl with him. From the entrance waddles Kevin "Satan" Alloy, who intervenes in the fight between Brown and Pansac, separating them.]

KEVIN/SATAN: "Now, Mr. Brown, Satan may no longer be Deputy Commissioner around here, but Satan is telling you to stop!"

[Abruptly, Alloy's mood and expression change. He takes off his glasses and pockets them and he rips the hood off of his devil robe.]

ALLOY: "Don't show these people out here... show it to your new manager Killdozer."

[Benito sneaks up behind Jive and t-bones him off the ramp to floor as well. Joe Pansac springs in to action, but Alloy low blows him before he can offer retribution. Benito and Alloy stand side-by-side on the ramp. Alloy raises his snarling charge's hand, pointing to him.]

RM: Oh my goodness, the former Deputy Commissioner is now managing this monster?

CC: Look at the bodies! Jive and Doom are down and out... and... ohhh...

[At the top of the ramp, Alloy raises Benito's arm again. Cut to Joe Pansac on the ramp. His face is one of contorted rage.]

[The Camera opens upon one Big Mike Foyer sporting a Dallas Stars hockey jersey, blue jeans, brown cowboy boots, his favorite folding straw hat, and a pair of dark amber sunshades, standing beside one Dan Clear backstage. Clear produces a Microphone from, seemingly, out of nowhere and proceeds to address The BMF.]

Clear- Mr. Foyer, you've made quite a splash here in the DCWL since your arrival. You've had dominant victories against two former DCWL Champions, and have been at the heart of a great deal of chaos, confusion, and destruction since your arrival. Many are picking you to be the odds favorite against Leon Corella on Day two of DCWL's Cornerstone Revolution 5. Do you have a game plan going into this match?

[BMF strokes his thick beard, a thoughtful expression on his face.]

BMF- You know Dan, normally I'd have something in mind for my opponent, but really... You've noticed Leon Corella right? How the guy isn't quite... all there? You know what I'm saying?

[Dan nods in agreement.]

Clear- That I do Big Mike.

[Big Mike chuckles.]

BMF- One minute, he's threatening wholesale slaughter, the next he's crying and talking about how sorry he is. Don't believe me? Go check out the DCWL site for yourself. There's a video of him being pathetic! Cry me a f*cking river, Leon. I don't need a gameplan against that. All I have to do is show up and do what I do best, beat the ever loving hell out of him.

Clear- So your theory is, that because Leon is completely mentally unbalanced that he will be easy prey for a guy like you?

[BMF arches his brow at Clear.]

BMF- Dan, pay close attention to what I'm saying. Leon is a complete nut bag. He is out of his depth and completely unprepared for what I'm bringing. Yes, he will be easy prey.

[Looking off thoughtfully for a moment, Dan nods his head then looks back to BMF.]

Clear- What about your the rumors that your Uncle, Thomas "The Body Breaker" Bane may get involved? He and Corella have spoken in private during a show at an independant promotion which he owns and threats were made that if Leon can't get the job done, he will.

[With a nod of his head, BMF answers the question.]

BMF- Well my uncle's still got a lot of fight left in him, but he hasn't seen action since 2003. I'm not afraid or intimidated. He's too old to be fighting and if he shows his head here, I'll kick his ass and buy him a beer for his troubles afterward.

[Clear nods yet again, then proceeds with his interview.]

Clear- During the latest War of the Words, The American Freebear had a few "negative" comments about you. Care to give him a response?

[Big Mike shoots a hard glare at Dan that visibly withered the smaller interviewer. He peels those shades off, adding to the effect with psychotically glazed over eyes. Just as it seems he's about to do something to Clear, he suddenly breaks into a grin, and drops the act.]

BMF- As much as I think it'd be funny to just go to his locker room right now, and powerbomb him through a table full of those BBQ Ribs he's always chawin' on, I don't give a good goddamn what he thinks. The Canadian Care Bear can kiss my ass. Anything else Dan, The Man?

[Clear looks to the camera and back to BMF.]

Clear- Got anything to say to the viewers out there?

[Big Mike looks at the camera.]

BMF- I'm Six Feet, Ten inches tall and Three Hundred and Fifty Eight Pounds of Bad... Mother... F*CKER. I'm the biggest damn thing to hit the DCWL since... well since EVER, and I'll prove that when I'm stepping over Leon Corella's broke ass.

[BMF turns and looks to Dan, holding a hand out to the man.]

BMF- You know Dan, I don't know why people hate your guts. Could be the fake smile and the tupee', but hell you're OK in my book.

[Dan smiles and tentatively takes BMF's hand.]

Clear- Why thank you Big Mike you're the first to... AAAGGGHHH!!!

[And Big Mike gives him a very strong hand shake.]

BMF- Don't mention it.

[He releases Dan's hand and walks off, leaving the man there holding his injured hand.]

Clear- Holy Hell I think my Hand is broken!! Back to you at Ringside Chris and Rich.... Oh God this hurts...

[The scene fades to Ringside as Dan Clear walks off wringing his hand.]

DCWL #12 - "The Devil Wears Lycra"

[Gunderson, Wilson and Lindsay all take their belts and raise them over their heads as they exit the ring. Buzzsaw just shakes his head, unhappy about losing in his debut. Alton West is already up and nattering away to his ringer of a partner.]

CC: Wait a minute... am I seeing what I think I'm seeing? Is Alton west blaming *Buzzsaw* for losing the match?

RM: Again, no one ever accused Alton West of being the smartest or most humble man in the DCWL...

CC: If it wasn't for Buzzsaw, that match would have been over in the first ten minutes!

[All of West's nattering and hysterics bounces off the Hardcore Icon. Meanwhile, The Great Atma stands behind, hunched over, grabbing the underside of his chin.]

CC: Are you kidding? Are they setting him up?

[Buzzsaw turns around.]

RM: POISON MIST FROM ATMA!

[...Which disperses harmlessly into Buzzsaw's shirtfront.]

CC: Well, someone made a miscalculation.

[Atma and Alton both start to beg off, pleading for Buzzsaw's mercy. The crowd, however, egg Buzzsaw on to action.]

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RM: Double lariat to Alton West and the Great Atma!

[Buzzsaw shakes his head and exits the ring.]

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WINNER - Buzzsaw (Prayer Position, 10:02)

CC: Well, Atma lasted longer than he normally does.

RM: That monster can certainly fly around the ring. The Hardcore Icon has been keeping thing largely weapon-free, too.

CC: Yeah, what's a guy with that much crunch power capable of doing with a chair or a bat in his hand?

[Lee Woo Hae and Julio Suarez come from dragging a beaten Alton West by his arms, his limp lower body drags on the ground below. Blood runs down from his forehead, directly behind Hae and Suarez is Cassandra Whitmore, she cringes at the site of the beaten West, but continues walking in her black business suit. Beside her walk Waltraud Mezger and Doug Foster on either side. Foster, of course has a chair hanging from his side. It is yellow with a red question mark on the seat. Each of the males are dressed in black business suits, the crowd jeers as they drag Alton towards the ring. Cassandra oddly has a microphone in her hand.]

[Buzzsaw stands in the ring perplexed, Atma stirs as Kennedy & Associates slowly make their way to the ring, walking with purpose. As they near the ring Hae and Suarez roll the unaware Alton West under the bottom rope. They slowly begin to walk up the steel steps.]

CC: Wait a minute... who are these guys?

RM: Uh, I think they're Kennedy and Associates.

CC: I stand by my original question. Who?

[As each member of Kennedy & Associates enters the ring they size up Buzzsaw. Atma finally makes it back to his feet; Foster swings his chair nailing Atma on the top of his skull sending a sickening thud through the arena.]

CC: It's good to know that in this tumultuous time for the DCWL, the one thing that unites us all is the joy of seeing Alton West and his loser brother mangled on a regular basis.

[Whimore ignores the fallen Atma, quickly pulling the microphone to her lips as the other members smile at the fallen West brothers.]

Whitmore: Buzzsaw, we saw how well you competed against Unique Element with these two freeloaders as your partners…We know that you’ve been down on your luck lately.

[The crowd begins booing, shouting inaudible things in the direction of K &A, enough to get Whitmore’s attention as she takes her attention away from Buzzsaw.]

Whitmore: Speak, only when you are spoken to..

[Of course her words find more resentment, yet she turns her attention back to Buzzsaw.]

Whitmore: You think the fifty dollars DCWL pays you to show up once month are enough to keep you going? You think Tim McFarland is really looking out for you? What has he done for you in the past five years?

[Whitmore pauses briefly.]

Whitmore: Allow me to spare your time…I’m offering you an opportunity to join Kennedy & Associates, we’ll give you a real salary, more than you have ever made. You’ll taste real food again; you’ll never have to worry about your next dollar again. We can make sure you obtain any championship you desire. Think about it Buzz, if you need us. You can find us here.

[Whitmore takes a card from her pocket, placing it on the turnbuckle behind her. K & A then abruptly leave the ring without laying a finger on the confused Buzzsaw.]

[We are at the parking lot for Cornerstone Revolution V, cameras gathered all around to witness the appearence of DCWL's Grand Championship champion... The American Freebear. Their wait is not in vain, as a spacious limo ponderously makes it's way to the arena, slowing to a halt in front of the entrance doors. The driver steps out, walks towards the back and opens the door for...]

RM: Backstage at Cornerstone Revolution V for the appearance of the American Free-

[Trays upon trays of food! This isn't a backseat, it's a whole fridge! Hors d'oeuvres, foie gras and a big side of beef are wheeled into the arena... Now here comes the American Freebear, driving in with his Mini Cooper!]

Freebear: Thanks for the grub folks, that's stuff means a lot for me.

[He helps himself to some food! Now he's eating it!]

Freebear: But I got a match to go to, so keep the champagne cool until I come back. That son of an oil tycoon thinks he can travel in style, wait 'till he see's me! I'm the stylingest, most elegant flying ursine in professional wrestling!

[He notices a camera, and immediately starts speaking into it.]

Freebear: FORD! We've fought a hell of a lot without ever deciding which of us was the better man or bear! But where you lost your title, lost your spot on the roster; I became the greatest champion this backwards podunk company ever had! I went up in the DCWL! And I'm gonna go further up, further then anyone else here has any right to dream! AND THEN I'M GONNA DIVE!!!

[He laughs, screaming about how nothing can stop a bear that flies. We fade to...]

[We open directly to the members of Unique Element before their title defense; standing in front of them is Maurice Thompson. Maurice bounces on his toes for a moment, seeming full of energy. His mind full of the input from Jenkins and Horne, and thinking of all the guests he has at the arena. Each member of Unique Element seems at ease, relaxed before their 4th DCWL Trios Title Defense.]

Gunderson: If anything wrong goes out there with Corella, we have your back.

Lindsey: Yeah man, something seems wrong with that cat..We won’t be there, but we want you to make it to your title match.

Thompson: I appreciate that guys, I doubt I’ll have a problem with him during or after the match. He’s not focused on me.

Wilson : Don’t take him lightly, we took the West’s and Buzzsaw lightly and almost lost.

Thompson: I see what you mean; Horne has been on me about that.

Gunderson: Listen to him…

[Gunderson looks Thompson over.]

Gunderson: You’ve put on muscle, trying to impress all the people you got tickets for.

[Wilson and Lindsey smile.]

Thompson: Lauren knows how to optimize work outs and supplements, she’s great. I’m looking forward to winning the Grand Championship in front of everyone though.

Lindsay: You’ll be fine; don’t focus on it too much.

Wilson : We better get rolling guys, can’t be late for our own match.

[Fade.]

[Backstage again. Blaze Crimson is with Jackson Hunter, who is in his ring gear.]

BC: Tonight, Jax, James O'Connor has threatened to put a stop to your comeback and now the Spirit of Wrestling title is on the line. Any last thoughts before you compete in your fourth Cornerstone Revolution?

[The ever-loquacious Jackson Hunter decides to be brief.]

JAX: Blaze... Just watch me.

[He exits.]

[Quick cuts between footage. Some of that melodramatic trailer music would go great with this...]

"...The DCWL is bigger than Hayden, Alloy or any one individual on the roster and I am loyal to that more so than any former Commissioner..."

"...You see these letters, the gold of the Grand Championship that you once had, and you start getting a hankering for the good ol' days..."

"...I'm not done making stars, James..."

"...You miss the feeling of being on top, of peering at us little folk through the glass ceiling..."

"...I've still got one Main Event calibre bullet in my chamber..."

"...You want to hold me down? Then let the legendary Jackson Hunter try, one on one, at the event that made him a star..."

"...I'll see you in Toronto for Cornerstone..."

"...Jackson Hunter, the greatest wrestler in DCWL history, is a myth."

"...I'll make you look like a million bucks, James..."

"...Just watch me..."

"...Just watch him."

[We open upon within the open hallways backstage to find Dan Clear with a bandaged right hand and a microphone in his left.]

Clear- I'm back with another interview, this time -surprisingly- with none other than Leon Corella.

[The Camera pulls back to reveal the former DCWL Grand Champion sporting a rough beard upon his face. Despite that, he actually appears well rested for a change]

Clear- You're looking alot better than what we saw in your last two video promos.

[Leon took in a deep breath.]

Leon- Well, War of the Words was a mistake. That was shot just after DCWL last event, The Devil Wears Lycra, and my head was still in that "Kill everything that moves" mentality. I forgot about it being recorded until I saw it air and I deeply regret what I said to Maurice Thompson. Big Mike, not so much. I still feel the same way about him now as I did when I was beating him all over the damn arena.

[Clear nods his head.]

Clear- From what I've gathered, your latest promo has cost you a great deal of respect amongst your peers here in DCWL, and may have hurt your connection with the fans. It will be rather difficult to regain their trust.

[The former champ looks to the ground for a moment and shakes his head.]

Leon- What can I say, Dan?

[He then looks back to Dan Clear with a somber expression.]

Leon- I can't hold it against any of them. I relasped, albeit briefly, back into the man I used to be. I almost let "The Perfect One" come back into our lives, and not only would that be destructive to the DCWL, but it would ruin whatever chances I have left of becoming the Legend that I know, deep in my heart, I could be if I could just keep it together long enough to accomplish that.

Clear- Big Mike Foyer claims he doesn't need a gameplan against you in the Barbwire Hell match tomorrow. What's your game plan, Leon?

[Corella tilts his head back and folds his arms across his chest, looking on thoughtfully for a moment, then back to Clear.]

Leon- I'm bringing the violence. I have to match him move for move, and the only way to do that is to embrace the hardcore nature of the match while playing against his weaknesses. Big Mike has a tunnel vision mentality in matches, and tends to become so focused on his target that he literally sees nothing else. I intend to fully exploit that weakness to it's fullest. I won't play his game, strength vs. strength is where he is at his absolute greatest, and trading blows wouldn't be a smart tactic either.

[Leon looks directly into the camera, his eyes more focused and determined than they have been in months.]

Leon- I am faster, more skilled, and greater conditioned than he is. If all else fails, I could just let him wear himself out.

[He then looks back to Clear.]

Clear- Well you've sold me, Mr. Salesman. What about your opponent for tonight, Maurice Thompson?

[Leon slips his hands into his pockets and nods.]

Leon- Maurice is perhaps the best thing going in DCWL right now. He's probably the only guy here who keeps himself at my level of physical conditioning. I probably have a strength and reach advantage, as I am the bigger, heavier man, but that also puts me at a disadvantage in terms of speed. The kid's going to dance circles around me so I'll have to really be on my toes against him. It'll be exactly the opposite of facing Big Mike Foyer. Thompson has the skill, the courage, and the tenacity to make this match more than merely interesting.

[Another curt nod from Corella.]

Leon- We'll just have to wait and see how it goes.

[Dan scratches his head, looking on at Corella during that entire deliberation with a surprised expression.]

Clear- This is such a surprise, seeing you as lucid as you were the day you came into the DCWL. I thought for sure that Big Mike Foyer had completely fried you out.

[Leon smirked.]

Leon- I've been fried for a long time, Dan. I don't want to be that guy anymore, I want to be better than that. I want to be better than "The Perfect One".

Clear- Hard to top Perfect, ain't it?

Leon- Not when Perfection is a lie. I think we're done here, Dan. If you'll excuse me, my match is coming up.

[Leon steps off camera, leaving Dan Clear standing there quite puzzled by this turn around.]

Clear- I'm so confused... Rich, Chris... back to you...

[Fade to Ringside.]

[Cut to the gorilla position, where American Freebear watches the monitor. He strokes his beard with a nasty grin on his face. From off-camera...]

MALE VOICE: No. Very much no.

[Pan over to Blaze Crimson, who is trying to get a word in with the Commissioner Kyle Hayden. Of course, he's on his Blackberry, speaking to the voice on the other end in a very pat, matter-of-fact manner.]

HAYDEN: Your client didn't show up to the company meeting. My hands are tied, not that I care either way.

[He listens for the response.]

HAYDEN: Then inform your client he can experience Cornerstone Revolution by purchasing it off our website. Surely he must have a DVD player. And if you and the dumbass you represent are expecting another free ride from me, I'll be a saint and throw in free shipping and handling.

[He suddenly hold the Blackberry at arm's length. Whoever is on the other end didn't like hearing that.]

HAYDEN: That felt SOOOO good.

[He hangs up with a simple "beep." Blaze walks up to him.]

HAYDEN: Yes, my dear. What can I do for you?

BLAZE: Well, Commissioner Hayden... You have an announcement about the future of the DCWL tomorrow night and how it relates to Shootfire Pro Wrestling. Is there anything you can share with us? I mean, if I can speak for myself, a lot of us in support positions are kind of... a little nervous.

HAYDEN: Blaze, I've actually got a few announcements to make. Let's just say, things might be looking up for you. And as for me?

[He reaches inside his coat pocket and pulls out a flask which he drinks heavily from. Blaze averts her eyes.]

HAYDEN: OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST!

[He points to the flask indignantly.]

HAYDEN: This is filled with GINGER ALE! I get drunk ONE NIGHT... ONE... NIGHT... and suddenly I can't have fun any more! For god's sake, everyone I hired has got a stick up their ass about something or other. It's guys and gals in spandex fighting each other, okay? It's not freaking Hamlet over here. I love the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. I love to see a good olf fashioned blood feud. Sure, who doesn't? I love to just sit back and watch you guys but for the love of god, some of you need to lighten up every once in a while. I'm glad I'm leaving this all behind!

BLAZE: Wh-... What?

HAYDEN: Yeah, that's right. No more Commissioner Hayden to kick around. I'm done. I'm packing my goodies and leaving. And, my dear, if you want to know what happens next... well, I guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow.

[He abruptly leaves. Blaze Crimson is in shock.]

HAYDEN: Actually...

[He steps back in to frame.]

HAYDEN: ...I'll tell you what's going to happen, Blaze. You and you alone. But I've instructed our director to cut away before I do so. You see, Blaze, I'm going to--

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WINNER - Derrick L. Ford (Hansen Lariat, 18:26)

RM: FORD WINS!

CC: DERRICK FORD PINS THE GRAND CHAMPION!

[Ford rolls out of the ring and accosts the timekeeper for the Grand Championship belt. He parades around with it for a while before casually tossing it back into the ring. It plops in front of American Freebear, who looks to be catatonic with shock. Ford walks up the ramp as though he had no opponent to acknowledge. A few fans even cheer him as he goes.]

CC: Man, you talk about two people with a lot on their minds going into the main event tomorrow. Thompson and Freebear are really going to want to prove something in the best-of-three match tomorrow.

RM: Derrick Ford returns to the DCWL to haunt American Freebear... Leon Corella scores another fall on Maurice Thompson... These two are really going to want to tear each other apart!

[At the entranceway, just as Ford exits, Maurice Thompson enters. He catches the attention of the Grand Champion in the ring, and then mimics Leon Corella's "that's the way it goes" shrug. Freebear is not amused.]

RM: That wraps up Day One of Cornerstone Revolution 5, fans! We're not done yet, because if the DCWL is going to go, we go out with a bang! Leon Corella and Mike Foyer in a submission deathmatch! Curtis and Sledge in the cage! Sierra Browne defends the Sirens belt against four challengers! And Thompson versus Freebear for the Grand Championship! All that is tomorrow night! Don't you miss it! Good night from the Center of the Universe!

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March 15, 2010

DCWL #13 - "Cornerstone Revolution 5 (Day One)" - March 17, 2010 - Toronto, ON.

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