NYWA: NEW HORIZONS!

February 15th, live from Madison Square Garden, New York...
NYWA Presents: NEW HORIZONS!!



[Fireworks and Pyros begin exploding inside Madison Square Garden where the chorus of cheers and chanting, stomping and whooping from the fans galore can be heard all around the structure! Suddenly things quieten down a bit and a spotlight appears on one side of the stage, where we notice somebody sitting at a piano, that person being, Alicia Keys... She begins playing a very recognizable melody and starts to sing.]

Alicia Keys - New York... Concrete jungle, where dreams are made of, there’s nothing you can’t do! Now you’re in New York... These streets will make you feel brand new! Big lights will inspire you! Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York!!!

One hand in the air for the big city! Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty! No place in the world that can compare! Put your lighters in the Aiiiiii-eeaiiirrr! Aiiiiii-eeaiirrr!

New York... Concrete jungle, where dreams are made of, there’s nothing you can’t do! Now you’re in New York... These streets will make you feel brand new! Big lights will inspire you! Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York!!!

[As Alicia Keys starts on the end of the bridge and continues on with the chorus, the crowd have all got their lighters out, well those who have them; and Fred Debonair has made his way out, onto the stage; huge grin on his face and wearing a white suite, black shirt and a white trilby hat. He has a microphone in his hand. He stops and acknowledges Alicia before making his way down the aisle and climbing up the steps as the crowd go absolutely nuts! By now the song has finished and the house lights in the Garden come back up as Fred is leaning against a turnbuckle, chewing gum and smirking... He places the microphone up to his lips and looks around.]

Fred - Wow... Wow, wow, wow! Seriously guys I never expected to actually get a SELL OUT CROWD! After NYWA went down the pipes a little bit, but this is good, this is nice I like it. Okay I’m not going to go around the block like some jumped up cabbie who needs his big fares I’m going to get straight to the point. A little while ago New York Wrestling Alliance had a disagreement with a certain Television Network, namely TNT who refused to listen to Fred Debonair and assumed he was flat broke... Hahahaha! Debonair Enterprises, Fred Debonair, flat broke? Puhlease! Anyway so; they screwed us over ROYALLY!

So anyway a little later on, Fred Debonair gets a phone call from A&E Television who politely and very nicely agree to take us on, as they’re in the know about what Fred Debonair, Debonair Ent’ and The NYWA is worth!! So, we’re back in the saddle and wow have we got a night for you guys! So just sit back, relax and enjoy the show!! I know I’m going to!

[Fred hands the microphone to Michelle Lawrence and begins to make his way to the backstage area, as we cut back there already]

[We are backstage, outside in the parking lot of Madison Square Garden. There are security rails set up to keep people away from the production trucks and wrestlers. There are a lot of people bustling and rushing around as New Horizons is quickly about to hit the air live. Almost out of thin air we see a long, black limo pull up to the back entrance to MSG, it stops, a driver gets out, walks around the car and opens the back door. Xavier Maddox is the first person to step out of the car. Xavier is wearing acid-washed, dark-blue Triple-X jeans, a t-shirt that has an X covering it along with tribal designs, dress shoes and he's also wearing the biggest smile. Suddenly from behind him a beautiful, brunette in a red dress steps out of the limo, followed by a voluptious, blonde in a green dress. The two women stop, turn and reach their hands out and assist "The Notorious" K.I.D. Kenny Devine in exiting the limo. Kenny has on a pair of black Triple-X slacks, a metallic blue button up, a black tie, a grey vest over top of the tie and shirt, dress shoes, a blue fedora with black trim and a grin very similar to Shawn King's trademark grin. Kenny and Xavier look around the backstage area and the fans that are in the back waiting by the guardrail to catch a glimpse of their favorite wrestlers before New Horizons starts begin to scream and chant "You're The Future!" Suddenly, standing in front of Young Breed is Shawn King's personal assistant Amber Lynn A'noi, she's wearing an all-white business suit and has a microphone in hand.]

Amber -NYWA fans.. My name in case you don't already know is Amber A'noi, not only am I the "Personal Assistant" to Shawn King, I'm also the newest backstage interviewer for the NYWA! I represent the new Triple-X Countdown show! Now my very first guests here on TXC is the newest addition to the tag team ranks in the NYWA... "The Evolution Of Excellence" Xavier Maddox, "The Notorious K.I.D." Kenny Devine... This is Young Breed!

Xavier -Incredible introduction Amber... Very much appreciated! Tonight is a very and I mean very special night Amber...

Amber -Special night? Why, because Shawn is facing Tre in the cage?

Kenny -That's special on a whole different playing field... Let "The KID" explain to you what the X-Man meant. You see tonight, is a night of firsts, for many, many things. It's the debut of TXC with Amber A'noi as the host! Young Breed is the very first guests ever! The X-Man and "The KID" make their first ever NYWA Pay-per view appearance and "The KID" promises you one thing little lady!

Amber -Which would be?

Kenny -"The KID" promises you that by the time this night is over, the smoke clears and the dust settles... Young Breed will have shown everyone just exactly why we're the "BEST" in the world today and as the fans here in NEW YORK CITY said! We're "The Future"!

Amber -Xavier... Anything you'd like to add before we shut down and prepare for New Horizons?

Xavier -As a matter of fact I do. I'm at this very moment putting any and every tag team or just any and every team on notice! Young Breed is here... We're hungry, we're ambitious, passionate, dedicated, devoted, motivated and just downright Obsessed with being the absolute "BEST" tag team the wrestling world has ever seen and it starts tonight! Bloodthorn, Damnation Angels, Awesome Bastards, Madhouse, Crawford & Company... The list goes on and on. By the time New Horizons has finished and gone off the air... You will all know who Young Breed really is and what what we're really all about!

Kenny -YEAH! Now that right there... That was "The Evolution of Excellence"! That was Xavier Maddox, giving it to you live and from the heart! Boys... We've got more talent and god-given, natural ability in our pinky fingers than all of you have combined! You're best bet is to just step aside and allow us to do what we do! We kick ass and hit girls! That's "The Notorious"! It's "The K.I.D." and X-man! Ladies let's go... X we've got work to do, let's ride!

[Amber steps forward in front of the camera as Young Breed and the two beautiful women head towards the locker rooms.]

Amber -Well that was a very intriguing and surprising interview... Well NYWA... This is Amber Lynn A'noi thanking you for tuning in to The Triple-X Countdown and look forward to seeing you next time... New Horizons is on the Horizon and with that said I want to say once again that it's been a pleasure. Here are your Commentators for the night Matt Rossetti and Rick HardCastle! Enjoy the show!

Matt Rossetti - So it looks like The NYWA has a new segment on its show, very exciting stuff!

Rick Hardcastle - And another hot broad! VERY exciting stuff!

Matt Rossetti - Yeah, yeah... Let's get back to ringside, for the action!

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and gentlemen the opening match of the night is set for one fall and is a GLOBAL TITLE TOURNAMENT MATCH!! The first man, making his way to the ring at this time... From Geraldton, WA, Australia... This is – LEVINATOR!!!

[Tommy Lee’s “Trying to be me” blasts through the P.A system as Levinator storms down to the ring, angry look on his face as the crowd boo him. He jumps up on to the apron and then cleanly steps over the ropes, hands held high as the boos continue and the music dies down.]

Michelle Lawrence - And his opponent, from Des Moines, IA... This is “The Social Misfit” JAKE STARR!!!

[The arena goes dark, with just the sounds of the crowds and the flashes of the cameras. With the first chord of "Sandstorm" by Darude, two green spotlights shoot to the stage. As the song hits the post, fireworks erupt from the stage, and from behind the curtain emerges Jake Starr. Upon first stepping onto the stage, Starr pauses to immerse himself in the electricity of the fans. He smirks as he looks around the arena. He walks down towards the ring, slapping the occasional outstretched hand of the fans around the ring. He quickly ascends the steps and enters the ring. Upon entering the ring he walks to the opposite corner and steps up to the middle turnbuckle. He once again cocks a smirk. The crowd reacts to his presence with a majority of cheers, and scattered boos. He points towards the crowd, and shows his appreciation by tapping his chest with the fist he had extended. He proceeds to repeat that gesture on the remaining turnbuckles, and finally settles in the ring.]

Matt Rossetti - And it looks like we’re underway here as Levinator doesn’t even give Starr a chance and blindsides him as he’s making his way back to the center of the ring, Rick!

Rick Hardcastle - That’s the way it’s gotta be done, Rossetti! Both these guys are new to the NYWA and both are looking to make a huge impact here! Especially in Madison Square Garden on the re-launch PPV event! As Levinator now takes Starr and throws him into the ropes, clothesline as he comes back!

Matt Rossetti - Levinator now, picking up Jake Starr as he pulls him up and attempts to Belly-To-Belly Suplex him but no! Starr doesn’t move and he knees Levinator between the uprights! Levinator’s breath just flew out of his mouth there as Starr steps back SHORT DROPKICK to the knee of Lev!

[Starr steps back and slide tackles Levinator to the mat on his standing leg, before dropping an elbow across the sternum! Jake gets up and quickly hits another elbow drop, this time placing it on the leg he kicked out and he stays down trying to wrench it back. Levinator yells for a while, flailing around before finally being able to smash him in the forehead with a big hand; he does it again and again as Jake rattles backwards...]

Matt Rossetti - Surely the ref should be stopping those close fists!? And now he’s having words with Levinator who just glares at him and Chad Lane shakes his head and goes back to monitoring Jake Starr. Levinator pulls Starr up now and sends him CRASHING into the turnbuckle, following through with a clothesline!? NO! Starr moves out of the way!

Rick Hardcastle - Starr now hopping up onto the turnbuckle, he turns himself around and goes for a double axe-handle! But Lev catches him in mid-air!! Levinator the big man is now crushing Starr, into a bear hug! The ref’s checking on Starr who is absolutely not giving up! He pounds Levinator’s head once! He pounds it again, and a third time and Lev lets up!

Matt Rossetti - Levinator, the ‘Australian Sensation’ just got rattled there, by ‘The Social Misfit’ Jake Starr who piles into the ropes, he comes back and flying forearm!! But it doesn’t take Levinator down! He goes for another! And now Levinator is wobbling slightly... Starr hits the ropes and he goes for a third... LEVINATOR MOVES AND STARR CRACKS THE REFEREE!!

[Jake Starr just looks on, stunned, as the referee crashes to the mat, seemingly out for the count... As he looks around he doesn’t see Levinator sliding out to the commentator’s area and snapping up a steel chair! The crowd goes nuts, attempting to warn Starr but he cannot work out what they’re saying. He turns around JUST IN TIME!]

Matt Rossetti - Starr spins around as Levinator comes down with the chair; DROP-TOE-HOLD OUT OF NOWHERE! Starr drops the big Lev RIGHT DOWN on top of his own weapon!!

Rick Hardcastle - NO NO! DAMNIT, LEVINATOR GET UP!

Matt Rossetti - The referee still looks slightly out of it, but he’s coming too a little bit! Jake grabs the steel chair after pulling it from underneath Lev and he places it right on top of the huge Outback Warrior! He’s signalling for it!

Rick Hardcastle - No, jeeze Lev get up!! Get up you son of a bitch! Jake Starr climbs to the top of the turnbuckle! He looks around and... And..

Matt Rossetti - JAKE STARR LANDS “THE FALLING STARR” RIGHT ONTOP OF LEVINATOR AND THE STEEL CHAIR!! He’s hurt himself slightly in the process, but he did it... He chucks the steel chair outside the ring JUST as the referee rolls onto his stomach.

[Starr grabs the leg of Levinator, hooking it as he covers his body for the count and the referee lifts his head to see this...

ONE...

TWO.........

......THREE...!!!]

Matt Rossetti - And he’s done it!! Jake Starr will be moving on, to the Global Tournament Finals later on tonight against the winner of the James Jefferson and Sharlene Berger match!

Rick Hardcastle - Levinator was screwed!!

Matt Rossetti - Screwed!? Hey pal, he bought the chair in first!

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and advancing to the Global Tournament Finals... JAKE – STARR!!

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the vacant NYWA Tag-Team Championship!! Making their way towards the ring, from Reno, Nevada and Las Vegas, respectively... The team of Blood Red and Sujir Thorn; this is – BLOODTHORN!

[The opening notes to Type O Negative's “Dead Again” start to play as both men step out to the top of the ring. As they walk the lights turn red as red syrup starts to drip from the roof. Once in the ring the pair turn toward the entrance and stand with their arms crossed over their chests waiting for their opponents to appear as the lights return to normal.]

Michelle Lawrence - And their opponents! The team of The Hellion and The Widowmaker... This is – THE DAMNATION ANGELS!!!

[W.A.S.P’S “Damnation Angels” begins to blast from the stereo system in the Garden as the fans await the arrival of The D.A. After twenty, perhaps thirty seconds pass and there’s no sign of them, Michelle Lawrence gets back on the microphone]

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen... DAMNATION ANGELS!!!

[Again the music plays but there is no sign of The D.A. to be had... after a little while longer, an NYWA Official begins to jog down to ringside with a piece of paper in his hand. He reaches Michelle and hands the paper to her; she opens it up, reads it thoughtfully and then talks to the match referee who takes the Tag-Titles from the table and slides into the ring.]

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen, by order of Fred Debonair... He has ruled that The Damnation Angels have forfeited this match and thereby officially announces your NEW NYWA Tag-Team Champions by default! BLOODTHORN!

Rick Hardcastle - What?! WHAT!? Debonair can’t do this! I wanted to see the match, damnit!

Matt Rossetti - Well it looks like this is the way it’s going to be, but you’re not the only person who has something to say about this, Rick... Look!

[Although the crowd are cheering, neither Thorn nor Red look happy, inside the ring and Sujir Thorn asks for the microphone. Michelle obliges and he takes it pacing the ring]

Thorn - Listen up, listen well... We came here to do the business we do, take care of friends and defeat enemies. We came to cause havoc and beat up on people. As much as we “appreciate” the offer from Fred Debonair and will accept these NYWA Tag-Titles as our own; we want some WILLING opponents, we want some opponents who ARE going to fight we wa...

[Suddenly Thorn is cut off, mid-sentence as the big-screen pops to life. On it we see both members of The Damnation Angels being hauled into an ambulance whilst Johnny Awesome and Drake Havok look over them; Havok smirking at the screen]

Havok - This is good news, Thorn... Very good news indeed for The Awesome Bastards!! You see, we knew those two fuckwits wouldn’t do this Pay-Per-View event JUSTICE! We knew there’d be no HAVOK! NO CHAOS! Only a boring, droll tag-team match and therefore we decided to put a stop to that... But as a favor; the Awesome Bastards want a tag-team title match ON MASSACRE!

[Suddenly the screen showing Drake Havok is ‘shoved aside’ and it becomes a split screen now showing one half with Drake and the other, with “Young Breed” Xavier Maddox and Kenny Devine!]

Rick Hardcastle - What the hell is this? Celebrity Squares!?!?

Matt Rossetti - Shhh and listen!

Xavier - Alright both of you dumbasses listen up... Me and K.I.D here have been standing here checking the monitors watching you bicker and moan about why and how you got the titles, when you should expect shots blah blah! But the thing is this; neither of you right now deserve to be holding those titles! Bloodthorn did you just win a match? Nope! You over there Jake Wazzok or whatever your name is; who’ve you two beaten in here to get a shot? That’s what I thought! Now... I’m not saying we’re any better than you guys, although we are! I’m just saying we’re on equal footing and that YOUNG BREED should be getting a tag-title match as much as those wannabe metlar f’ks right there!

[Once more the screen is squashed and both Havok and Xavier’s screens as well as being split become squashed and the top half of the big screen becomes FRED DEBONAIR sitting in his office. The crowd once more erupt into ovation as he shakes his head and smirks]

Fred - Gentlemen, Gentlemen... Please. There’s a really simple way of doing this, okay? Pretty damn simple and I’ve got the master plan. Next week, ONE member of Bloodthorn, will take on ONE member of The Awesome Bastards; who’ll take one ONE member of Young Breed! Now I’m not going to announce which member of each team until after tonight... But it’ll work like this, Young Breed win? They get the shot, same for the Bastards. Now if Bloodthorn’s member wins THEY Choose who against AND WHEN they defend their titles! That is all.

[The screen suddenly goes blank before we can register any of the reactions from the challenging teams but Bloodthorn do not seem the slightest bit unhappy by the announcement, as they take the tag-titles and exit the ring]

Rick Hardcastle - I’ve got to admit... I ACTUALLY LIKE Debonair’s idea!

[We open up on Fred Debonair in his office, on the phone. He seems to be listening to a recorded message and looks very unhappy. We hear a slight beep on the other end.]

Fred - Cory... Listen, I’ve known you a long time son and although we’ve yet to see eye to eye on a lot of things I know and respect, your talents. But trust me when I say that after trying to call you three times and the fact you’ve not turned up for your Liberty title match at MADISON SQUARE GARDEN! I’m not going to hesitate to tear your contract to shreds, should you fail to turn up for your match on Massacre, two weeks from tonight! Call me when you hear this...

[Fred slams the phone down and looks up to see somebody standing in the doorway of the office, it’s none other than resident NYWA Jobber and boyfriend to Michelle Lawrence, Brent Banner.]

Fred - Banner, how long you been standing there?

Brent - Long enough to hear that one of your A-List guys has failed to return phone calls and also to turn up for his Liberty title match here in MADISON SQUARE GARDEN! That’s a complete washout, boss.

Fred - Yeah it is... So, what can I do for you?

[Brent walks fully into the office now and leans over Debonair’s desk, his eyes soft like a puppy and he smiles a little.]

Brent - C’mon Boss-man! Give me the shot! I’ve yet to be booked since signing with NYWA! And this is, MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!

Fred - Brent, what? You crazy boy!? You want me to give you a shot at Drake Havok and the Liberty title when you, as you said yourself, haven’t done A THING here yet!? I mean let’s face it...

Brent - Let’s face it, Fred... Who else have you got?! I mean sure you’ve signed Hellkat and Caz Armour in the past week but neither of those guys are available tonight! Levinator and Jake Starr have already appeared in a match! Who else on the roster, is there??!? Do you REALLY want to give yet another belt away, tonight of all nights?

[Fred thinks about this for a bit then sighs resignedly. He nods slowly and points out of the office...]

Fred - Suit up... Your match, is after this one.

Brent - Whoa, really?! NICE! THANKS MAN YOU WON’T REGRET IT!

[Brent ‘whoops’ with joy before rushing out of the office, leaving Fred to shake his head, lean back and close his eyes as we cut back to ringside...]

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a GLOBAL TITLE TOURNAMENT MATCH!! Firstly, making his way to the ring, from Reno, Nevada... This is – JAMES JEFFERSON!!

[I'm Alive by disturbed starts to play and James Jefferson comes out from behind the curtain. At his side was his wife and manager Jessica with their baby girl Jenna. Jessica and Jenna stay at the top of the ramp as James walks down to the ring shaking the fans hands. As soon as James is in the ring he looks up at Jessica and grins before she steps back behind the curtain. He climbs the turnbuckle and stares up the ramp waiting for his opponent to arrive.]

Michelle Lawrence - And his opponent, from Santa Cruz, California... This – Is, SHARLENE BERGER!!!

[The Arena goes blue as the first notes of "Here I Come" hit the sound system. Just as the music gets to the vocals a solo blue spotlight hits the top of the entrance and there is Sharlene Berger rockin out with the crowd cheering her on. She runs to the ring sliding under the ropes and waving to the cheering crowd as she blows kisses to the crowd waving and cheering them back.]

Matt Rossetti - And some people who’ve known Sharlene for a long, long time have said that this is a new and improved Miss Berger! Apparently she’s toned herself down a bit and it shows, she looks very, very healthy!

Rick Hardcastle - Still looks like a bit of a dirty girl if you ask me... Look she’s even eyeing up Jefferson!

Matt Rossetti - Stop being so degrading she’s levelling him up as he is HER OPPONENT! The two lock up now and Berger gets the break as she gets an arm bar on James Jefferson and twists it, smashing her elbow into the underside of his! She sends him into the ropes, but he comes back with a shoulder block which sends Berger to the mat but she’s up just as quickly and they lock up again!

Rick Hardcastle - Sharlene Berger looking to get into the pants of Jefferson here as she grabs her hands around his waist, and WHOA! That belly to back Suplex came out of nowhere! Respect where it’s due, Berger! Jefferson, I believe, caught the back of his head awkwardly...

Matt Rossetti - And Berger’s up saluting the crowd who’re cheering her on, some here also cheering Jefferson’s name too which is to be expected as Sharlene pulls J.J up to his feet now, she grabs his arm, hits the ropes and jumps – SPRINGBOARD ARMDRAG takedown, by Sharlene Berger! Pulling Jefferson up once more but OUCH! He uses his forearm once, on the chin, twice and a third time before sending her into the ropes!

[Sharlene comes off of the ropes and deep into a clothesline by Jefferson on the return! He pulls her up and takes her into the corner, where he uses his forearms for the advantage. He pulls her out of the corner and attempts to swing her into the opposite turnbuckle but she reverses and twists it; sending Jefferson into the ropes... Sharlene ducks down but on the come-back Jefferson NAILS a Swinging neckbreaker! Which puts Berger out. Jefferson goes for the cover...

One...

Two, KICKOUT! By Berger! He pulls her up once more and levels her again into the ropes, this time he ducks on the come-back, Sharlene hops over him easily and executes a nice SUNSET FLIP! Covering him on the after-thought...

One... Kickout, too easy by James Jefferson!]

Rick Hardcastle - And Berger in a perfect position for her there haha! She gets herself up and before Jefferson can do the same though, she pushes back on his legs; pinning him to the floor again!

Matt Rosetti - The referee watches this cradle like move and makes a count! One... Two... Kickout by Jefferson, once more! And oh wait, what the hell is this now??

Rick Hardcastle - Hey, isn’t that Tre Crawford’s lady, Kimberly?? I guess she’s out here to get a good look at one of Shawn King’s lady friends...

Matt Rossetti - Yeah, but what right or NEED does she have, to be out here? She’s never been conflicted or involved deeply in his issues before!

[Kimberly looks on as Sharlene notices her, walking toward the rope she calmly and politely asks her “What? Why are you out here??” to which we barely hear Kimberly reply “Just scoping honey, just scoping” At this point however... James Jefferson has gotten himself to his feet and is waiting on Sharlene to turn around! He backs up and hits the ropes as she does he comes off with a LOU THESZ PRESS!! Punching away at Sharlene before the referee can get him off!

As Sharlene Berger attempts to get up, Jefferson gets on a knee behind her, extending the other knee up and pulls her back so it’s directly into her spine as he pulls her neck back wrapping his arm around her neck in a DRAGON SLEEPER!! Sharlene struggles for a bit, trying to get out of it, but in the end it’s too late... She begins tapping furiously on Jefferson’s bicep! As Kimberly smirks, dusting her hands off and walking back up the aisle...]

Matt Rossetti - I don’t believe it! Kimberly distracted Sharlene long enough to allow James Jefferson to secure the victory and go on to the Global Title Tournament finals against Jake Starr later this evening!!

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and advancing to the GLOBAL TOURNAMENT FINALS... JAMES – JEFFERSON!

Rick Hardcastle - Smart move by Tre if I’m honest! I think he knows having two tough competitors like Sharlene and Starr in the finals would ruin his chances of staying the Global Champ come Emperor of the State!

Matt Rossetti - Don’t forget that he may not have it after tonight if Shawn King’s got anything to say about it! Let's go to a commercial break!!

Matt Rossetti - Alright folks, we’re back from the break now and as you can see young Brent Banner is already in the ring... He’s talking to his girlfriend, NYWA ring announcer Michelle Lawrence.

Rick Hardcastle - Ugh! Loved up couples make me sick... Anyway what’s he doing in the ring? I know Debonair said he could have Cory Wright’s shot but, seriously??

Matt Rossetti - Well why not, Rick? I’m sure as Brent said, Debonair didn’t want to just hand over, another title... Let’s get to ringside.

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen! This match is scheduled, for ONE FALL and is for the Vacant NYWA LIBERTY CHAMPIONSHIP! First of all, in the ring... Hailing from London, England he is my man, my sexy baby! The one and only – BRENT BANNER!!!

Rick Hardcastle - I’m going to puke...

[The crowd cheer as Brent raises an arm, pacing the ring and Michelle Lawrence applauds him with a big smile, on her face. Suddenly she realizes her man is about to get into a proper match and her mood completely changes.]

Michelle Lawrence - And his opponent, from Cleveland Ohio... He is one half of The Awesome Bastards, this is... DRAKE HAVOK!!

[As the song opens Drake walks out on to the top of the ramp he swings arms back and fourth and as the song get to it's chorus "Snap your finger's , Snap your Neck" Drake rans to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope he jumps and then rans to a corner and jumps on to the second rope and raises his fist and yells at the crowd. Suddenly he walks over to Banner and begins talking shit, in his face... Then he holds his hands up as if to apologize and extends it to be shaken.]

Matt Rossetti - Please, don’t tell me Banner’s going to be stupid enough to fall for this old trick?

Rick Hardcastle - Why not? He’s fallen for the youngest trick in NYWA hasn’t he?! HAHAHA!

Matt Rossetti - Be nice to Michelle! Anyway... Brent’s looking around and the crowd are telling him not to go for it, but he shrugs and extends his hand, NO!! Banner was smart enough and kicks Havok in the nutsack!

Rick Hardcastle - Wait! Did you just say nu...

Matt Rossetti - Yes, yes I did. Must have been the mocha I had earlier; forgive me...

Rick Hardcastle - Nah, for the first and ONLY time I’m gonna say that was pretty cool of you! So now, Brent Banner on the offensive, am I really saying this?! Banner flings Havok into the ropes, he comes back; BACK BODY DROP! And Havok hits the canvas and the crowd erupt!

Matt Rossetti - Havok holding his back as he attempts to get up... Banner hitting the ropes, SHINING WIZARD!! Shining Wizard by Banner on Havok! And, this kid could actually wind up being an NYWA title holder, at MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!

Rick Hardcastle - We’ve had enough of the cheap pop shit, tonight Rossetti... Calm it! Banner seems to be taking way too long though in playing to this crowd... He’s going for the top rope and he hasn’t seen Havok coming around behind him!! Haha! He grabs Brent Banner and DROPS HIM, ON HIS BACK!!

[Havok spins around and picks Banner up by his hair... He goads the crowd and especially Michelle Lawrence as he kicks Banner in the stomach and lands a NASTY DDT onto the mat! He picks Brent Banner up again, he lifts him, he DROPS HIM! T-BONE SUPLEX! He goes for the cover... But then stops, laughing at the referee! He picks Banner up now.... PUMPHANDLE DVD! A move Havok calls the “Kingsbury Driver!” he goes for the cover again; this time sticking to it!

ONE...

TWO......

THREE......!!!!]

Rick Hardcastle - And this one is over, in quick timing! Banner never stood a chance, although he put up a big, big fight...

Michelle Lawrence - Uhm... L... L... Ladies and Gentlemen, your w..w...winner and NEW NYWA Liberty Ch...Ch...Champion! DRAKE HAVOK!... Oh, Brent!

[She drops the microphone and slides into the ring, covering Banner and hugging him as Havok looks on from outside the ring, raising the NYWA Liberty title high in the air as he makes his way to the back...]

[The match has already gotten underway with James Jefferson and Jake Starr actually shaking hands briefly before commencing in an elbow and collar tie up. Arm wrench by Jefferson taking Starr down to the mat... He pulls on the arm, again and again wrenching it around. Starr however is able to counter by hopping onto the middle rope and flipping backwards; turning the move around to the crowds delight and wrenching Jefferson’s arm round.

A kick to the midsection by James Jefferson causes Jake Starr to let go of Jefferson’s arm another one sets him peddling back Jefferson goes for a DDT! But Starr is able to counter and BACK BODY DROP by Jake Starr! Jake Starr hits the ropes as Jefferson is getting back to his feet but James Jefferson hits the deck again and Starr hops over him, he hits the ropes again; this time Jefferson’s up and he leap-frogs Jake Starr. Jefferson sends himself back onto the mat and onto his spine as Starr hits the ropes once more, Jefferson brings his legs back, perfectly placed into Jake Starr’s midsection and sends him FLYING over him and crashing to the canvas!]

Matt Rossetti - What a match this has been so far, both men have been on the offensive as Starr gets back to his feet and meets a neat clothesline from James Jefferson! Jefferson goes for the elbow but Starr is able to move out of the way!

Rick Hardcastle - BOTH men have been way more technical than I thought they might have been, I’ve been surprised and shocked by a lot of the guys I despise tonight! Maybe NYWA is changing its tune! I doubt it, but anything’s possible! Jake Starr working on the leg of Jefferson now as he holds it, turns to hook it but J.J uses his other leg to push the butt of Jake Starr and sends him into the turnbuckle almost!

Matt Rossetti - Starr stopping himself just enough before crashing into the ring post there, as Jefferson is now back to his feet. He approaches Starr from behind but gets an elbow in the face for his troubles! Another one and again! Starr goes for the second turnbuckle. Jumps backwards and NAILS a flying elbow onto the top of Jefferson’s head and he goes down like a sack of bricks!

Rick Hardcastle - I’ve been extremely impressed by this newcomer, Rossetti! I won’t lie about it, the kid’s making his NYWA debut and already he has every opportunity to be meeting Tre Crawford OR WHOMEVER may be the Global Champion, at Emperor of the State come next month!

[Starr turns around to see James Jefferson, prone on the ground. He signals to the fans who cheer and chant his name as he picks up Jefferson and drives him into the mat with a vicious DDT! He pulls a waning Jefferson up to his feet once more and sends him into the ropes; ducking his head as J.J comes back but with the last bit of energy he may have left... Jefferson chucks a leg over the back of the neck of Jake Starr and PLOUGHS HIM into the canvas with a Leg-Drop Bulldog! The crowd now begin cheering for him as he paces around the ring, struggling to stay up.]

Matt Rossetti - Both men are struggling to keep themselves up and running here, we’ve barely been going longer than ten minutes and both these guys seem to have run out of steam, Rick!

Rick Hardcastle - I can see that, Sasquatch! I’m watching the same match as you... I think. Jake’s back up now and he runs at Jefferson in the turnbuckle and OUCH! I thought Jefferson was going to get out of that in time, but he didn’t!! He falls back, schoolboy pin by Jake Starr! One... Two, KICKOUT! Barely, by Jefferson!

[Starr pulls up Jefferson into a piledrive like move! He flips over him; ANNIHILATING HIM with the Flip-Piledriver!! The crowd go nuts as this came out of nowhere... Starr struggles to climb the top rope, but he does it; he signals and he COMPLETES “The Falling Starr” and covers James Jefferson!

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TWO......

THREE......!!!]

Michelle Lawrence - HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND CHALLENGING FOR THE NYWA GLOBAL TITLE AT EMPEROR OF THE STATE! – JAKE STARR!!!

Matt Rossetti - OH MY GOD! He did it! Newcomer, to The NYWA. His debut matches here in the promotion and he’ll be going off, to “Emperor of the State” as the challenger to, what is at the moment, Tre Crawford’s Global Title!

Rick Hardcastle - Jefferson MUST BE kicking himself!

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Last Man Standing Match. The man who is able to incapacitate his opponent so that he is unable to answer the ten count following a pinfall or submission will be declared the winner... Introducing first, making his way toward the ring, from Wendell, North Carolina, SAUL STERLING!!!

[The bass rips through the arena as "Auditorium" by Mos Def hits the speakers. The house lights dim as yellow and blue lights shine out from the stage rigging. Saul Sterling struts out onto the ramp, striking an arrogant pose for the crowd, who respond with jeers. He scoffs at them and runs a hand through his perfect blonde hair, strolling down to the ring and rolling in under the bottom rope.]

Michelle Lawrence - His opponent, from Wendell, North Carolina... This is, RONNIE "WICKED" LESTER!!!

["Albatross" starts rumbling through the sound system as Ronnie "Wicked" Lester starts making his way to the ring. He looks around at the people as they cheer him and just shakes his head in stunned disbelief before stepping into the ring, ready to go.]

Matt Rossetti - We have been waiting for this match for a long time!

Rick Hardcastle - Not just us. These two men have wanted to annihilate each other for years. They thought they had the chance before only for circumstances to once again get in the way and now... the circumstances finally allow them both to get what they have coming to them!

Matt Rossetti - Fans, this won't be pretty or for the faint of heart!

Rick Hardcastle - No... but it'll be fun!

[Saul Sterling and Ronnie Lester circle each other as the referee steps between them and checks to see if both are ready to go. As he calls for the bell the two former friends step forward, slowly, stopping just a foot away from each other in the center of the ring. The referee simply backs out of the way as the two men stare into each other's eyes, both looking for the other to blink first. The crowd goes crazy watching and waiting for something... anything... to happen. Sterling and Lester stare each other dead in the eyes, neither man looking away, neither man so much as blinking. The crowd screams its fool head off as they stand there for what seems like years. Finally, Sterling blasts Lester in the mouth, spinning him around a hundred and eighty degrees so that he's facing the crowd. Lester pauses for a second then turns back and belts Sterling in the mouth, spinning him around in kind.]

Matt Rossetti - This looks like it might messy in a hurry the way they're swinging!

Rick Hardcastle - Like we expected anything else!

Matt Rossetti - This looks like it might just be brutal.

Rick Hardcastle - It's a damn fist fight, what do you expect?

[Sterling turns around and nails Lester in the mouth again. Lester fires back and the fight is on as they start trading shots, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Lester, Lester, Lester. Sterling staggers back a few steps and Lester charges him clocking him with a clothesline that flips him all the way over the top rope to the floor. Sterling crashes to the floor hard and tries to roll away from the ring as Lester rushes back across the ring to the ropes. He rebounds off and comes screaming across the ring, leaping over the top rope. Sterling looks up at the last second and manages to catch him for a stun gun across the guardrail. Lester's head snaps back and he falls to the floor clutching at his throat, bleeding some from the forehead as well.]

Matt Rossetti - And Ronnie Lester is busted wide open!

Rick Hardcastle - He won't be the last one.

Matt Rossetti - No, I'm afraid you're right on that one.

Rick Hardcastle - What are you talking about? I'm always right!

[Sterling smirks at his former friend lying on the floor and starts looking around the ringside area as if he's expecting something to happen. He grabs the railing and starts to stomp away on Lester on the floor. He stomps and kicks away before dropping an elbow and then mounting Lester and raining punches down onto his head. Lester tries to recover and roll away but Sterling just continues to rough him up on the floor. Lester tries to roll, blood now gushing from his forehead, but Sterling just continues to smash him with fists and forearms to the head. Lester kicks back into Sterling's groin and Sterling's assault comes to an abrupt halt as he rolls off clutching at his mauled marbles. Lester crawls away for a second as Sterling tries to pull himself up by the ring post.]

Matt Rossetti - And now both men look like they might have trouble standing...

Rick Hardcastle - Well yeah, the fighting just got nice and dirty!

Matt Rossetti - You condone that?

Rick Hardcastle - Hey, it's all legal so where's the problem?

[Lester pulls himself up on the apron while Sterling gets to his feet as well. They turn back to each other, both grimacing in pain and glaring in hatred. They step forward and start trading shots, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester, Sterling, Lester. Lester tries to give another one but Sterling ducks under it and Lester crashes into the ring post. He staggers back and Sterling delivers a kick to the gut followed by a ddt on the concrete floor. Sterling sits on his knees next to Lester and watches as his friend's life force bleeds out all over the place next to him. Sterling gets to his feet and flips the crowd off as they boo him into oblivion.]

Matt Rossetti - Ronnie Lester is bloody mess!

Rick Hardcastle - And Saul Sterling ahs him right where he wants him too!

Matt Rossetti - God, I almost can't bear to look!

Rick Hardcastle - You damn well better because this is going to be great!

[Sterling climbs up onto the apron and then ascends to the top turnbuckle. He pauses up there to pose for the crowd and then, as the boos reach their height, he leaps off going for the Comedown. Lester rolls away and Sterling smashes himself on the cold, hard concrete floor. Lester reaches out for the railing and pulls himself closer to it, leaving a trail of gore as he goes. Sterling lies on the floor slowly getting to all fours, blood now rushing from his own head from where he smacked it hard on the landing. Lester tries to drag himself to his feet while the referee watches both men bleed all over the place. Sterling pulls himself up and turns around looking extremely wobbly, his eyes glazed over. Lester drags himself up on the railing and manages to drape himself across the top of the steel. Sterling charges at Lester and gets spiked onto the steel with a stun gun. Sterling snaps back clutching at his throat and Lester scoops him up across his shoulders. He turns and gives him the Guilt Trip on the floor, holding for the 1... 2... 3!!! Lester releases him and rolls away as the referee starts counting.]

Matt Rossetti - Saul Sterling is down and he may be out!!!

Rick Hardcastle - I don't believe it...

Matt Rossetti - He had this match in the palm of his hand and suddenly...

Rick Hardcastle - Get up you sonofabitch...GET UP!!!!

[The referee counts 1.... 2.... Sterling lies there motionless and Lester just flops against the railing, allowing it to hold him up. 3.... 4.... The crowd stands and counts along with breathless anticipation. Sterling continues to not move a muscle and Lester remains draped on the steel. 5.... 6.... Sterling's eyes flutter ever so slightly and Lester shoves the referee out of the way. He drags Sterling up and gives him a second Guilt Trip on the floor. Lester staggers away and rolls into the ring as the referee starts his count over again... 1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5.... 6.... 7.... 8.... 9.... 10!!!! Lester rolls back out and collapses next to his old friend, draping an arm over him as he repeatedly mumbles, "I'm sorry."]

Matt Rossetti - And Ronnie Lester has done it!

Rick Hardcastle - I don't believe it...

Matt Rossetti - Well, you had better believe it because Wicked Lester has pulled through and won the war!

Rick Hardcastle - I still can't believe it!

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match-up is the main event of the evening. It is the Hell In A Cell match for the NYWA Global Championship and it is scheduled for one fall... Firstly making his way toward the ring, from Long Beach, California, the current, reigning and defending NYWA Global Champion... “The Pinnacle of Perfection” TRE CRAWFORD!!!

[The sound of a timer echoes throughout the arena:]

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[As the countdown ends, a whisper is heard saying ”Behold the Pinnacle of Perfection Cometh.” The lights in the arena suddenly go out, Release Yo’ Delf by Method Man blares over the PA as a loud stream of Pyros shoot all the way down the edges of the ramp. Kimberly Cooper is the first person out, and she stops dead in her tracks and awaits the arrival of Tre. A loud course of boos is heard as Tre shows up on the ramp. He stands idle with his head down in complete concentration for a moment. When he raises his head up and throws the Westside “W” high in the air a loud explosion goes off at the top of the ramp sending silver confetti floating from the rafters and covering the less than happy fans.

[Kimberly walks over to Tre, taking him by the arm as they head towards the ring smacking the signs out of the hands of fans along the way just fueling their already boiling hatred for them. The duo then stops just before entering the ring, Tre takes off his sunglasses and hands them towards a youngster in the front row. Just before he can take them from the hand of Tre he pulls them back, smiles with his ever so arrogant grin and puts them back on his face as he steps up to the ring apron and on into the ring.]

[Now in the center of the ring the two are standing side by side. They both then raise their arms both showing the Westside “W” at the same time. As their arms reach their peaks a flurry of explosions come out from the ring posts leaving a slightly smoky arena, Tre hands over his sunglasses as Kimberly leaves the ring, and Tre begins his match preparation which consists of him leaning up against the turnbuckles with his arms resting on the ropes looking bored.]

Michelle Lawrence - His opponent and challenger, from South Boston, Massachusetts... This is, “The Franchise” SHAWN KING!!!

[All of a sudden the lights in the arena shut off and the arena is pitch black... Suddenly the words "Ain't nobody got Swagga' Like Us, Swagga' Like Us!" is heard blaring over the loudspeakers. The stage erupts with green, pyrotechnics that shoot into the air and cross into the shape of an X... It does it three times when the Big-screen on the stage flashes white and suddenly twelve pyro blasts go off one after the other like dominoes in an orange, reddish color. Then just as suddenly standing on the stage with his hands raised high in the air stands "The Franchise" Shawn King. The crowd erupts into a thunderous ovation that quite possibly could have almost tore the roof off of the arena. The big-screen flashes again as the words "The Franchise" appear on the screen and are on fire. The song Swagga' Like us kicks in fully as the twelve pyro blasts go off one more time, in unison this time. Shawn King begins making his way to the ring, high-fiving some fans along the way. He reaches the ring and rolls in underneath the bottom rope and sprints to the far side turnbuckle. He climbs the ropes and raises his hands in the air, crossing them in an X pattern as the crowd erupts in a thunderous ovation. Shawn gets off the turnbuckle and strolls to the center of the ring and throws his hands up one more time, crossing them in an X formation as the crowd erupts one more time.]

Matt Rossetti - Wait, wait, wait.. did she just say...

Rick Hardcastle - Hell In A Cell?

Matt Rossetti - Wasn't this supposed to be a steel cage match?

Rick Hardcastle - Well, technically, it IS a steel cage. It's just a really big cage.

Matt Rossetti - But it's a whole different.. I mean.. My God, are they crazy?

Rick Hardcastle - No.. they want to make money and they know people will WANT to see this!

[King, Crawford and the referee stand in awkward yet respectful silence as the Cell begins to lower into place around them. The ring crew arrives and makes sure everything is secure before departing. Kimberly stands outside the cage looking nervous as the crew leaves the ringside area. Shawn King and Tre Crawford circle each other as the referee steps between them and checks to see if both are ready to go. Each man nods and the referee calls for the bell. They step forward and quickly lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Crawford takes the immediate advantage with a side headlock. King tries to step and shoot him off to the ropes but Crawford spins and takes a front facelock instead. King gets his arm out and Crawford responds by jumping into the air, latching onto a body scissors and taking King down into a tight guillotine hold.]

Matt Rossetti - Crawford may have him right here!

Rick Hardcastle - That looks like it's a deep hold too!

Matt Rossetti - Is there anything King can do to get himself loose?

Rick Hardcastle - Hope Crawford gets tired?

[Crawford tries to pull down hard on the hold, but pulls too hard and slides right off King's head. The Franchise sits up and blasts Crawford in the mouth with a forearm smash. King gets to his feet and drags Crawford up as well, knocking him to the ropes with an elbow strike. Crawford flops onto the ropes and King hits a rushing clothesline that sends him flying over to the floor. Crawford staggers up and dives back in where King catches him coming in with a small package for the 1... 2.... KICKOUT!!! Both men get to their feet and Crawford charges or a clothesline. King ducks and Crawford smashes the referee hard. Crawford gets to his feet and King catches him from behind for a release German suplex. Crawford folds over like an accordion and King puts on the Boston Cloverleaf. ]

Matt Rossetti - King's got him dead to rights now!

Rick Hardcastle - That doesn't mean anything. Crawford just had King dead to rights and the match isn't over yet! And besides, there's no referee to count it even if he does tap out now!

Matt Rossetti - Oh my God, you're right. What's gonna happen if Crawford taps out?

Rick Hardcastle - He's not gonna but even if he does, the same thing will happen that happens when you try to get a girl to go on a date with you...NOTHING!!!

[Crawford starts flailing around and starts to tap out when Kimberly kicks the second referee between the uprights and steals the door key. She opens the door and rushes into the ring where she kicks King in the nuts too. King falls forward and releases the hold just as Crawford's hand hits the mat to tap out. Kimberly quickly runs from the ring and back out the door as Crawford gets to his feet and moves in for a hit. King pulls him down into another inside cradle for which the crowd counts 1... 2.... 3....4....5.... Finally, Crawford kicks out. Both men get up and Crawford nails King with a blatant low blow followed by a clothesline that almost takes the man's head off. Crawford drags King up, steps back and nails him with the Silencer. King flops to the mat and Crawford prances around, bowing in succession to each side of the arena to show his championship dominance.]

Matt Rossetti - That rat bustard! Shawn King should have won twice by now and this sonofabitch is taunting the crowd?

Rick Hardcastle - Well, he hasn't won or lose anything yet and with the referee out cold, he's not going to right now anyway so why not fuck with these peons?

Matt Rossetti - He should keep going, trying for the victory!

Rick Hardcastle - Eh, you're probably right but when you're as Godlike as Tre Crawford, you can afford to fuck around some more!

[Crawford turns around and walks back smirking. He leans down to pull King up and gets pulled down himself into an inside cradle again. The crowd counts for the second time... 1.... 2..... 3.... 4..... 5.... 6.... Kimberly rushes in and drops an elbow to break up the pinning predicament. She backs off as Crawford gets to his feet and angrily puts the boots to King. He drags King to his feet and flips him off before going for the Silencer again. King ducks it, kicks Crawford in the gut and hits the Boston Massacre. He goes for the cover. The referee starts to come around and crawls over to count 1... 2... NO!!! Drake Havok dives into the ring and breaks up the count, blasting King in the back with a forearm. Kimberly dives in and the two begin laying waste to King on the mat. Crawford staggers up and joins in causing the referee to call for the bell.]

Matt Rossetti - Are we seriously seeing a disqualification in a Hell In A Cell match?

Rick Hardcastle - Well, he has lost total control of this match-up!

Matt Rossetti - That means they've screwed him over three times in this match-up and they aren't done yet!

Rick Hardcastle - Hope they remembered to lube him up first!

[Kimberly, Havok and Crawford continue to pound away until Xavier Maddox and Kenny Devine run down and hit the ring. They wade in, allowing Shawn King to get back up and start fighting too. Crawford, Kimberly and Havok dive from the ring and back off as King, Maddox and Devine step up to the ropes and invite them all back in to continue the discussion as the NYWA logo appears on the screen and then we suddenly FADE - TO - BLACK!]