NYWA: Wednesday Night Wreckage VIII!

September 16th, live from The Barclays Center, New York...
NYWA Presents: WRECKAGE VIII!!

LOADING TRANSMISSION: NYWA WRECKAGE ONLINE.

[Out of nowhere, Metallica’s “All Nightmare Long” begins to blast through the arena as the crowd go absolutely nuts! Fred Debonair steps out from behind the curtain... He’s dressed in a white suite, with black shirt and white tie and shoes. He makes his way down the aisle, microphone in hand and slapping some of the fans high fives before he climbs the steps and through the ring ropes... He paces back and forth until the music dies down and the crowd slightly quieten. Chants of “Debonair, Debonair” can be heard around the arena as he grins and holds the microphone to his lips]

Fred - Alright guys settle down, settle down. Okay so there’s a few things Fred Debonair wants to get off his chest right now and the first is active participation within The NYWA! You guys were supposed to be seeing a match right now between Dusty Davis and Bryan Tann... Well, unfortunately due to conflicts I am not willing to go into right now; nothing bad just personal terms with both men, we’ve decided to come to terms with annulling their contracts and letting both these guys go on their way... And as always I and The NYWA wish them well, in their future endeavours!

[The crowd roar with absolute approval as Fred shakes his head, looking down and continuing to pace... He waits a while before beginning to speak again]

Fred - Now onto other matters at hand. Last week NYWA was set for a HUGE battle between Tre Crawford and GOW’s Rick Rampage for the CWC North American title match... But, the match quickly went south when Mr. Crawford believed he was too damn good for the N.A belt and promptly LEFT – THE – RING! Now I’m sorry I don’t care what line of work you guys think you’re in; you do NOT walk out on a gig! Crawford I could have given any one of several others a spot in that match but I chose you and that’s how you repay me...? Alright son well then this is how it’s going to go down!

For walking out on the North American title match, The NYWA is fining Tre Crawford... The sum of, TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!! The NYWA are ALSO fining Mr. Crawford FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS, for his insulting behaviour towards NYWA backstage interviewer Candice Burrows! Not only that, Mr. Crawford but tonight you’ll be facing someone who in my eyes is going to give you a HUGE run for your money! And if ANYONE from Benjamin Enterprises should get involved in the match you lose your Liberty Title shot against Alex Benjamin which is scheduled for next week! Yeah you heard me correctly Tre next week Alex Benjamin will defend his NYWA Liberty Championship against yourself... Much like both the winner of XTC and Havok tonight will defend the XTC-Elite title AND Ronnie Lester WILL Defend the NYWA Global Championship!! ALL THREE BELTS are on the line next week!!; BUT if ANYBODY in Benjamin Enterprises even THINKS of getting involved in this match; your title shot becomes NULL AND VOID! Your opponent tonight? Well let’s just say that Irish eyes are smiling because it is none other than SEAMUS O’REILLY! So enjoy the night Tre and I look forward to seeing you in action later!

[“All Nightmare Long” blasts through the PA system again as Fred Debonair followed by a rapturous applause by the crowd makes his way back out of the ring and up the aisle, staring straight ahead as he does so]

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and gentlemen our next match is scheduled for one fall with the winner receiving an XTC-Elite title match right here, next week!!! First already in the ring, from Miami, Florida... This is; TOMMY PHOENIX!!

[Phoenix paces around the ring, arms raised high in the air smirking and mocking the fans as they boo him]

Michelle Lawrence - And his opponent, from Plattsburgh, New York... This is, “J-MAN” JAY DELARABIE!!

[Smash Mouth’s “All*Star” blares around the arena as the crowd go nuts for the debut of Jay Delarabie here at NYWA! He makes his way down the aisle, smile on his face slapping hands with some of the fans, before rolling into the ring and jumping up, onto a turnbuckle, soaking up the fan admiration]

Rick Hardcastle - And the match starts already with Tommy Phoenix taking the smart move here catching Jay unaware as he grabs the much needed attention from his ‘fans’! Double axe-handle to the back of Jay once, twice, three times by Tommy Phoenix!! He whips Jay into the ropes, bends down and BIG back body-drop there by Phoenix!

Matt Rossetti - This match should have been second on the card folks but considering neither Bryan Tann nor Dusty Davis decided to turn up, General Manager Fred Debonair gave them BOTH their marching orders making the point that nobody is safe from being fired here in NYWA and he made an IMPACTED announcement! Next week ALL THREE Singles titles WILL be on the line! Delarabie clotheslined there by Phoenix as he stomps on his right knee, weakening the ligaments!

Rick Hardcastle - That’s right, Matt... Next week we’ll see Tre Crawford finally getting a shot at his buddy Alex Benjamin and the Liberty Championship... I’m wondering who Ronnie Lester will be defending the NYWA Global Championship against though! And the winner of this match will face the winner of tonight’s main event of XTC and Drake Havok for the XTC-Elite Championship!

[Phoenix picks Jay up as if to give him an F-5 but Jay is able to wiggle free and boots Phoenix into the stomach with a vicious kick; snap DDT by Delarabie!! The fans go nuts as Jay hoist himself up onto the turnbuckle facing away from Phoenix and DROPS DOWN on him with a one eighty splash! He goes for the cover...

One...

Two... Kickout!

The fans begin to laugh hysterically as they all shout Kickout and Jay laughs along with them]

Matt Rossetti - For those of you unsure at what just happened, with the laughter... Delarabie back in his RWF days was, along with “Heatwave” and Steven Styles, in a group known as Kickout and I guess we have some RWF faithful here tonight!

Rick Hardcastle - Yep! Morons that they are... Anyway back to the action at ringside as Jay picks Phoenix up and drives his forearm into the nose of Tommy Phoenix. He Irish-Whips him into the ropes, Phoenix comes back CLOTHESLINE by Jay Delarabie! Phoenix straight back up as Jay hits the ropes, Phoenix still with his head down!

[Phoenix ducks down as Jay swings back off the ropes, grabbing Tommy’s head and delivering a THUNDEROUS Tornado DDT! He hits the ropes again and NAILS Phoenix with his “Damninator” three-quarter face lock Bulldog! He goes for the cover again...

One...

Two......

THREE......!!!]

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and going on to face the XTC-Elite Champion next week; JAY DELARABIE!!!

Rick Hardcastle - No! Damnit!

Matt Rossetti - Yes! He did it, in his debut... Jay Delarabie will be facing the XTC-Elite Champion next week for the belt!

[The match starts with both men locking up, Reece Perry gets Jefferson in a headlock take down and holds him to the mat, he pulls around and gets James Jefferson in an armbar... But Jefferson is able to reverse out and put an armbar on Perry, himself! He slaps the arm as he backs off and climbs to his feet, as he does so Perry jumps to his own and runs at Jefferson with a short shoulder block which sends him to the mat... Perry hits the ropes and runs at Jefferson who stays down now, on his stomach as Perry jumps over him Jefferson up; he tries to leapfrog a returning Perry, but Reece Perry catches him and POWERBOMB out of nowhere!]

Matt Rossetti - Wow! Perry got that move on Jefferson pretty damn snappy and out of nowhere! Elbow drop by Perry, and another; another and he hits the ropes and jumps with his knee but WOW, nobody home!

Rick Hardcastle - Yawn this match is boring, probably the most boring of the night but hey I need to make my hooker money, I mean er...

Matt Rossetti - Your what now?!

Rick Hardcastle - My Snooker money, yanno? It’s like Pool but more elegant... I play every Friday and calling these events pays my way. ANYWAY!! So Reece Perry’s hurt that knee, boo-hoo... Jefferson back up now and he sweeps Reece off of that knee!

[Jefferson grabs Perry’s knee on his back leg and stomps at it, the crowd giving off a mixed reaction to both men. Jefferson pulls Perry’s leg and slides out of the ring, driving his elbow into the inner thigh of Reece Perry... Jefferson then climbs to the top rope as Perry struggles to get to his feet; slowly but surely he does, only to be fired upon by a HUGE DROPKICK from the top ropes, by James Jefferson!!]

Rick Hardcastle - Well, thank God this is almost over!! Jefferson has grabbed Reece Perry’s leg and he’s pulling himself one; he’s got him in a one legged crab!! Reece Perry’s shaking his head no!

Matt Rossetti - Reece Perry is struggling to make his way to the ropes; but Jefferson pulls him back into the center of the ring! He’s yanking back on that knee Perry injured earlier in the night!

[Perry is shaking his head in defiance as Jefferson pulls back one more little bit and we hear a slight click. Suddenly Reece Perry SCREAMS in agony and taps on the mat!!]

Michelle Lawrence - Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by submission... JAMES JEFFERSON!

[NYWA's newest Diva Raevyn Lilja’s face appears on the screen as it flashes on it front of us. Her violet blue hair causes a luminous glow around her face. Her blue eyes flare in the dim light of the candles that sit around her almost looking like they are glowing. It also glints off her lip piercing as she smiles a little at the camera]

Raevyn - Hello people thanks for tuning you're attention to the craziness that is I.... Raevyn Lilja. For those who don’t know me..... You soon will. I will make sure of that. I'm Raevyn as yes before you ask I'm as insane as i look this book can be judged by it cover.

[She looks away at the title on the ground next to her. The FCW Television title that she was set to defend at her old wrestling fed Fearless Championship Wrestling. She had been looking forward to that match, against an opponent who looked like he would have been a tough fight, but now at least she had a true souvenir of her time there. No one except her would ever hold it again]

Raevyn - Now those who know are probably thinking what’s with the totally insaneness that had overcome me since FCW shut down. And I tell you this, it’s always been there just bubbling under the surface. The voices in my head were only the start of it. and when I turned up to the FCW arena 2 weeks ago to find it padlocked with a note saying we had all lost our jobs...... well I guess you could say I didn’t take it very well. And so here I am. Alone again. With naught but myself for company. Which is fine with me. Rather alone than dead I suppose. At least here in NYWA there are no psycho bitches after me, who are under the delusion that she and her Looney boyfriend are a 500 year old vampires. And yeah I thought I was crazy

[She looks at her cell phone as it buzzes on the ground next to her. Another call from her boyfriend Jess Amazing, Ex FCW wrestler and Current Ring of Fire Wrestler. After FCW closed down and she went into her seclusion, she just walked out on him. She didn’t say where she was going. She didn’t take anything with her. She just needed time alone so her she was. On the floor of a dingy hotel room. Ignoring his calls. She knew deep down she would go back to him eventually, and that he would take her back, just not right now. Now was not the time to be having her wicked fun with jess. As much as she would love to get high and fuck all night]

Raevyn - Here it's just me and my desire to cause pain. My love for violence. Which you will all discover. You shall all know the name Raevyn.

[She looks down smiling to herself before looking up at the camera through the hair that falls in her face]

Raevyn - Quote the Raevyn...... nevermore.

[The camera dies as she laughs wickedly to herself]

[The arena lights fade out, and a small chill fills the arena, as the fans look towards the entrance ramp in anticipation. Suddenly the two minute silence is broken with a computerised voice desortion.]

["WHEN IT'S TIME TO PARTY WE WILL PARTY HARD!"

The words are instantaneously met with the kick intro to "Party Hard" By Andrew WK, as the arena's strobe lighting comes on flashing through the arena with Red, Blue, White and Green colours. Just as the verse kicks in SJ materialises onto the stage arena and salutes and taunts for the fans who let out a major cheer. After saluting fans on both sides SJ makes his way to the top of the ramp where he throws up his right arm straight in the air as the stage is lit up with Red, White and Blue pyros. After the pyro's die down SJ begins his decent down the ramp towards the ring, however half way do he stops and climbs up onto the speaker boxes at the right side of the ramp, for the beginning of the chorus to get the crowd even more pumped

"We do what we like, and we like what we do"
"So Lets Get A Party Going"
Crowd - "Let's Get A Party Going"
"Now It's Time To Party, We Will Party Hard"
Crowd - "Party Hard"

SJ quickly jumps back and runs to the left hand side of the ring.]

["So Lets Get A Party Going"
Crowd - "Let's Get A Party Going"
"When It's Time To Party We Will Party Hard"
Crowd - "PARTY HARD"

SJ continues on to the ring and slaps hands with fans on both sides, before jumping onto the side of the ring and climbs in throw the middle and top rop. Once in the ring SJ spins round with his arms out wide a few times before stopping and going down into a typical pose as Red Pyros shoot up behind him from right to left, followed by White Pyros going the opposite way, followed by Blue pyros going from the right again. After the third Pyros SJ comes out of his pose and runs to the closest corner where he mounts the second turnbuckle and removes his "Union Jack" bandana and throws it into the crowd, before jumping back down and poses a couple of more times for the crowd before removing his designer sunglasses. and hooks them onto his old SAS dog tags, he walks over to the middle of the ring where a large gold coloured tombolar stands, containing a small amount of white balls. SJ grabs the microphone of the top of it.]

SJ Funk: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages..... It's Time Once Again For Everybody To Come Aboard The....

[SJ hoist the Mic. into the air.]

Crowd - FUNK TRAIN!

SJ Funk: And if your not down with that W...W....E, since I came up with this before you, I got two words for ya......

[Again SJ holds the microphone in the air for the crowd to call out.]

Crowd: FUNK - U!!!!

SJ: God, its great to be back, oh and for you Buddhists, Buddha, its great to be back, for those from a Muslim background..... Greetings....

What I dont want to upset them, they may bomb my house.... Ok, I know, I'm going to hell. Oh wait I'm already there. I mean, we've got Ricky Softcock, sitting over there in the commentary position, we've men who wear brown stained green thongs running around with championship titles. Sure I like to party, but this is even a bit much of a madhouse for me. All we need right now is a Shars of the Jungle.

[SJ looks all around the arena waiting for Shars to swing about in here Jungle Bikini.]

SJ - Looks like she's saving that one then. But hey, when someone gives you a call asking for you to come back to help out roster wise, you tend to appreciate it, especially from someone as respected as Fred Debonair. However, You tend not to appreciate that said call, when its and five past "Funkin'" two in the morning. Cheers Fredrick, the misses really liked that one. Damn, I was almost about to climax too.... Opps, sorry I mean I was about to finish the new Dan Brown book. Note to self, dont use offensive stuff when there are kids about.

Ok, moving on, that part may get editted out if we go on air at a later date, as the other joke. But on to business, since I'm here in New York, the city that never sleeps. Hmm, it never lived up to that two nights ago, I was tossed outta a bar at five A.M. But still, what better city than New York, to come and bring back the Funkaholics. Yes I said FUNKAHOLICS, not Funkamaniacs, I aint not Funk Fogan, at this moment. Oh and for those of you out there that have not joined up with the biggest world wide phenomina since "The FatMen" farted and caused a Tsunami appeal. Funkaholics UnAnnonymus is open to new members constantly. However you will be monitered so if your names, Biggus Diccus, dont bother joining, I'll think your just a Monty Python rip off.

Also if you're already the member known as SHARS, please can you start to write on the forums in English please, I've had a quite a few people asking me to translate... I of course struggle to translate half the things she says in the first place never mind how she spells those words.

Oh, I suppose your wondering why I've the tombal-whats-it, here. Well we're gonna have what I like to call a "Funky Draw". Basically to explain to those backstage with half a braincell between them, Benjamin FlopStars, I'll pick a single ball out at completely Funkyness, sorry Randomness, and whomever's name is written on that bal, gets a fantastic prize. Yes thats right, the winner gets to face me, in my first match here in New York Wrestling Alliance. Right here in the Barclays Centre.

[Just as SJ is about to do the draw his mobile phone beeps at the sound of an incoming message. SJ clicks open the message and reads it.]

SJ - Oh, breaking news, XTC is a superhero, he has two weaknesses. Cupcakes and porn... When asked about this in an interview, X replied, Yes my weaknesses are Cupcakes and Porn, however not at the same time... I do need a spare hand...

Ok, enough of the jokes, back to business. [Puts his phone away and starts to shakes the balls up. He then opens the door and pulls out a ball at random.] And the luck person is...... Oh God, its Dusty Davis.... I face him again, oh no wait I cant, he got his ass fired. [SJ throws the ball to the ground, and rakes around for another ball, pulling it out he reads the name on it.] So the real lucky winner is..... Bryan Tann.... Wait no thats not right either, he got his ass fired too.. He Freddie, whats going on with these names dude? I asked for every name from the roster to be in here that was not going to be fired this week, or had a possible chance of being fired. God dammit. I'll try again.

[SJ shakes the balls up again and pulls a third one out and reads the name.]

SJ - Oh my god, guess what guys and ladies, and that effalump in the 9th row, The lucky winner is none other than, wait for it.... Drum roll please... SJ FUNK!!!! Yup Ladies and Gents, I've got a feeling Freddyair was busy and got Shars and Bails to put these names together, I mean come on, how is that going to work? Wait, lets try this again.

[SJ reaches deep inside and pulls out another ball, and reads the name.]

SJ - Finally, this is someone I CAN FACE! Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the Funkybolar Draw, and the winner of the greatest prize in sports entertainment, a chance to face against the FUNKY-ONE.... He is the one, the only, the original NYWA Dumb Ass... BENNY HILL!!! Ohh sorry, wait, to everyone else I mean it's Alex "Benny Hill" Benjamin! So Benny, two weeks from tonight, you will face THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE ORIGINAL FUNKSTEROO!! In his in ring return...So if you have any problems with that, guess what We Don't Give a Funk!

As for the rest of you.... IT'S FUNKY TIME!!!!

[Party Hard by Andrew W.K. starts up again as SJ salutes the fans before leaving up the ramp.]

Michelle Lawrence: The following contest is a non-title match-up and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 245lbs, he is the current reigning Liberty Champion, ALEX BENJAMIN!

["The Lights dim as a remix of "Industructable - Disturbed" begins to play throughout the arena. The fans all turn their attention towards the entrance way as they know who it is. Not hesitating to begin to boo as the anger for this man is tense. Alex Benjamin walks through the black curtain dressed to compete. Signature wrestling attire with no t-shirt. He slowly walks down the ramp as he just smiles towards the ring, smiling cockier than ever. When he gets walkway down the entrance ramp he glances over at the fans and smiles and just waves them off as they do not mean anything to him. He slides into the ring and slowly jumps to his feet as he knows what he is about to do before he even does it. He climbs to the corner turnbuckle and stares at the fans and to show disrespect he laughs at all of them before jumping down and preparing for his match.]

Michelle Lawrence: And his opponent, making his NYWA debut, from South Boston, Massachuesetts, weighing in at 234lbs, he is "THE FRANCHISE" SHAWN KING!!

[Shawn makes his way to the ring and slaps hands with the fans on ruite.]

Matt Rossetti: This should be an interesting match-up, the well travelled and accomplished Shawn King making his debut against one of our current champions Alex Benjamin.

Rick Hardcastle: This is over in a jiffy Matt, Alex Benjamin has this match tied up already.

[The pair tie up in the middle of the ring as the bell sounds, and Benjamin shows his size advantage straight away and uses it to back Shawn into the corner. The referee calls for the break, and finally gets one only for Benjamin to slap King hard across the face.]

Matt Rossetti: That's just a complete and total act of disrespect from Benjamin.

Rick Hardcastle: Well why should he respect a botox taking has been like Shawn King.

[Again the two men lock in the center of the ring, and it has the same result as before with Benjamin backing King into the corner. Again Benjamin breaks and attempts another slap to Kings face, King however see's it coming and ducks, forcing Benjamin into the corner, King nails him with a huge slap to the face, which gets a huge pop reaction from the crowd.]

Rick Hardcastle: Now thats a total act of disrespect.

Matt Rossetti: Turn abouts fair play.

[Benjamin is angered by the slap and runs towards the already backed off King, who side-steps and takes Benjamin down with a drop-toe hold. King springs back to his feet only to drop down on top of Benjamin, driving his elbow into the back of the bigger opponent, he follows up with a second before locking in a side headlock, not allowing Benjamin to catch some air.]

Matt Rossetti: Shawn King is really showing that he is a seasoned veteran here, he is not letting Benjamin take a break.

[Benjamin begins to fight back to a vertical base and delivers a few elbow shots to the ribs of King breaking the hold, Benjamin runs towards the ropes and upon rebounding is met straight away with a sharp back elbow by King who followed his run. Benjamin drops to the outside. King instantaneously follows and clubs Benjamin in the lower back, he follows up with another forearm shot to the lower back, before spinning Benjamin round and attempting to irish whip him but Benjamin reverses and sends King back first into the steel ring steps with a thud.]

Rick Hardcastle: What a reversal that was and now its King Nothing in trouble.

[Benjamin picks King to his feet and rolls him into the ring, Benjamin follows in and makes a cover but places his feet on the middle rope, the referee makes a one count before noticing that Benjamin is on the ropes and stops. Benjamin gets to his feet and starts to argue with the referee for a few seconds, letting King recouperate somewhat. Benjamin finally turns back to King and goes to again pick him up to his feet, however King grabs Benjamin's trunks and uses Benjamins own momentum to throw him through the middle ropes to the outside.]

Rick Hardcastle: Thats cheating, that should be a disqualification right there, he could have seriously hurt Alex.

Matt Rossetti: There is nothing in the rule book about throwing your opponent through the ropes Rick. So there should be no disqualification.

[King rolls to the outside and drags Benjamin to his feet before slamming his head off the canvas hard, Benjamin stumbles backwards, but King grabs his head and again slams it off the canvas, before rolling Benjamin back into the ring. King follows in, and attempts to drag Benjamin to his feet, but Benjamin slams his leg backwards to hit King with a low blow, to which the referee could not see.]

Matt Rossetti: Now that should be a disqualification right there, that was a blatent low blow from Benjamin.

Rick Hardcastle: I did not see any intent in that, King Nothing there if he's that much of a ring veteran should know not to stand behind a slightly dazed opponent, accidents like that can happen.

[Benjamin slowly focuses and notices King still struggling after the low blow and runs off the ropes rebounding he looks to nail the Money Maker, however King suckered him in and immediately snaps Benjamin over with a perfect spinebuster leaving Benjamin prone in the middle of the ring, King however keeps hold of Benjamin's legs and rolls him over into the "Boston Massacre" King steps his right leg back and archs his knee into the back of Benjamin which putting more pressure onto the back of his opponent also stops any attempt to make it to the ropes.]

Matt Rossetti: The Boston Massacre, its sinched in and Benjamin has no-where to go. He's gonna tap.

Rick Hardcastle: That's, that's... What the hell just happened, Benjamin had this match under control, Damn that King Nothing guy, he's cheated, he's cheated somehow.

Matt Rossetti: And just how do you suppose he cheated?

Rick Hardcastle: I don't know he just did.

[Back in the ring, King starts to lower his body down to a somewhat slightly awkward sitting position, with his knee still driving more force into the back of Benjamin, screaming in pain, Benjamin finally succombs to the pain and bangs the mat repeatedly with his hand and the referee rings the bell.]

Michelle Lawrence: Here is your winner by submission...."THE FRANCHISE" SHAWN KING!!!

[Shawn releases the hold as the referee holds his arm in the air for victory.]

Matt Rossetti: There it is Rick, you've once again choose the wrong person to win, and Alex Benjamin has been on the wrong end of another defeat, I make that a terrible win, lose record since he won the title, three matches, two defeats and one double disqualification. No wins since he won the title.

Rick Hardcastle: It's a conspiracy I tell you, its all a damn conspiracy.

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

5

4

3

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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 flames and Pyros shoot all the way down 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.]

Matt Rossetti: Oh now what does he want?

Rick Hardcastle: Who cares, ITS TRE CRAWFORD BABY. If I had a hero he would be it.

[Kimberly walks over to Tre taking his 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 then raise their arms both showing the Westside “W” this time. As their arms reach their peak a flurry of explosions come out from the ring posts leaving a slightly smoky arena as Kimberly leaves the ring, and Tre begins his match preparation which consists of him sitting in the corner of the ring looking bored. Kimberly gets a microphone and walks it over to Tre as he is still sitting in the corner.]

Tre Crawford- First off you may notice that I am without my interviewer here tonight. He is being punished so he is riding the subway until time for us to leave. What torture that must be, stuck sitting close in a confined space full of New York swine. The punishment must fit the crime, so I just might make him ride in that same subway car for 24 straight hours. Next time he will know he had damn sure know how to unlock the bathroom stall if he decides to lock it before he relieves himself. I mean it was a forklift, how hard would that have been for him to move with my directions. Keys no keys, wouldn’t matter. If I can hotwire any make or model of vehicle, I can surely extend that to forklifts.

Now onto more pressing business, Fred Debonair. So a fine of 30,000 dollars, really Freddie? Is this supposed to show me the error of my ways, fining me in the exact amount I spend monthly on fine liquor and Cuban cigars? Way to put your foot down Freddie, I am impressed. That fine almost shows that you do in fact have a spine. Now if we can just get you a brain, all would be well. Can’t have it all though so for now you can keep skipping down that yellow brick road like you have a purpose, and that is like the scarecrows “If I only had a brain.”

Seamus O’Reilly, the man who has beaten the worst the fed has to offer is my other punishment. I am not impressed Fred. You really decided on Seamus O'Reilly? Isn't he that nut job that does the political TV show? Can't you do any better than that? You almost taught me a lesson until you went and tried to hire a bounty hunter. If he somehow defies all logic and beats me do you get to spank his ass as he call’s you daddy? Is that how you feel important Freddie? Let me tell you how things are going to be! I am going to really hurt your hired gun, perhaps you should just go ahead and prepare to pay a vegetable that will serve no logical function in this company some insurance money or a severance package of sorts. Before this night is over Seamus will be the one that is punished, you signed him to his wrestling demise. How will you retort when your Ginger-headed beast is crippled, bruised, and broken never to compete again? Will you feel like you punished me then Fred?

As for you handpicking me to take place in that match that is just total bullshit. I am the only star you have in this company. Me walking out made NYWA look better than it could ever possibly look with anyone else from the roster competing on the same stage in that type of match. I am NYWA Fred, not you, not Seamus, not Ronnie Lester, it is me Fred. NYWA goes as far as I take it, so you keep up with this course of action and you will be dooming your company. I am doing you a favor by bringing my international superstardom to your little independent promotion. You need to recognize who you are dealing with, and understand that minimal fines and a match with an Irishman isn’t punishment. It is a joke, and quite possibly the funniest joke of all time. It is really a toss up between your methods there or you, which is the bigger joke Fred, well time will reveal all.

Thanks for the out in the Liberty title match. I said all along I am better than that title, so you sure taught me a lesson. Is it too late to apologize? I mean I was so looking forward to that match, and having a night off. I take it all back, really I do. We geniuses call what you just heard sarcasm, look it up you might learn something. The biggest thing you need to realize Fred is the fact that you just painted a 30 thousand dollar target on your back. One of these days you will be broken, and I will be the one that does it to you. Might be tonight, might be a year from now. You will never see me coming, and will wish when all is said and done that you handled things a bit differently. So fuck off for now Freddie, I have a massacre to prepare for!

[Tre tosses the microphone over his head, pulls himself back up to his feet as he and Kimberly walk back up the ramp and out of the scene.]

Matt Rossetti: Some harsh words for our boss courtesy of Tre Crawford. This should make for another interesting fine or suspension.

Rick Hardcastle: He has thirty large in his couch like we have spare change in ours. Debonair hasn’t hurt Tre any, he just hurt himself. I hope Tre really gives him what he has coming to him!

[We're back from a commercial break and XTC is standing in the ring as the fans are giving him for some unknown reason, a slightly mixed reaction]

XTC - Alright well, I'm out here because there's a few things I am totally pissed off about! Firstly...

[suddenly over the loud speakers quick paced jungle drumming pumps through the arena. XTC looks around confused as a high pitched and long jungle scream comes from above them. The crowd starts to go wild as they spot Sharlene Berger on one of the lower cat walks.

She has on her loin cloth jungle girl outfit and a rope decorated like a vine in her hand. Sharlene waves happily before swinging down on the rope]

Sharlene Berger - SHARS SHARS SHARS OF THE JUNGLE strong as she can be AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Watch out for the tree!!!! SHARS SHARS SHARS OF THE JUNGLE! Lives a life thats free!!! AAAAAAHHHHH WATCH OUT FOR THAT.........OH CRAP!! WATCH OUT FOR THAT WRESTLER!!! MOVE DUDE MOVE!!!!!

[Sharlene has swung past XTC once as he steps out of the way, but everyone including her forgets about the back swing and XTC steps right into Sharlenes path. She squints her eyes and braces for impact knocking XTC out over the ropes and on to the floor]

Sharlene Berger - OH MY BAD DUDE!!! SORRY!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

[Sharlene lets go off the rope and high tails it through the crowd as they go absolutely NUTS!]

Michelle Lawrence: Ladies and Gentlemen this next contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring standing 6’6” tall, from Long Beach California, TRE CRAWFORD!!!! and introducing his opponent, standing 6’3” tall, from Dublin Ireland, he is SEAMUS O’REILLY!!!!!

["Emerald" by Thin Lizzy bellows through the P.A. System as Séamus walks out to the cheers of the crowd. He stops on the entrance ramp and throws his arms in the air, before making his way to the ring slapping hands with various fans, before climbing into the ring. He salutes the fans once more before focusing upon his opponent who is already in the ring.]

Matt Rossetti: The fans love this fighting Irishman. They are really showing him a lot of appreciation.

Rick Hardcastle: Everybody loves an Irishman, until he smacks you around on St. Patrick’s Day.

[Anticipation so thick you’d need a log splitter to cut it fills the arena as the first ever battle between these two gets underway. Tre wearily eyes the Irishman, who gives him an intense stare in return. They both step in as if to go for a collar and elbow tie up, but both cock back right hands and both step backwards a couple of steps from their opponents prepared blow, drawing a pop from the crowd. Tre’s look goes from weary to calculating while Seamus simply smiles back at him and motions for him to bring it on. Tre does indeed, stepping in again, catching Seamus in the gut with a boot as he steps in, expecting a tie up. Crawford hits the ropes and comes off intending to hit a thunderous knee lift, but Seamus straightens up, saying “whoops!” as he does. Tre’s knee lift draws nothing and his look of surprise is knocked almost literally from his face by a short clothesline! Tre gets back to his feet quickly and takes three right hands to the face, staggering him backwards. A boot to the gut doubles him over and Seamus takes quick advantage, hitting a double underhook release suplex that sends Crawford skidding almost to the ropes on the other side of the ring!]

Matt Rossetti: Seamus has Tre well scouted here, and he is really handing him a good one.

Rick Hardcastle: Tre is just toying with him, you know how he does things!

[Crawford realizes just how close he is and slips from the ring, slamming both hands in frustration on the ring apron. Seamus crouches down in a ready position, leaving the veteran plenty of room to get back into the ring. Slowly Tre does, at the count of seven from the ref. Seamus lets him get back to his feet and hollers something at him. The crowd echoes the comment, causing Crawford an uncharacteristic moment of glaring at the crowd, a distraction that costs him as Seamus shoots in and does a quick single leg. He sweeps the back foot, dropping Tre to this back in a most precarious position. The crowd chants “Peanut Butter!” much to the Irishman’s amusement as he drives four kicks into the exposed hamstring of Crawford. Tre wriggles away and Seamus lets him go, apparently enjoying himself. Crawford gets to his feet, favoring the injured leg as he moves in. Seamus kicks at the back of the leg, then again, each kick getting a yelp from Crawford. The Irishman grabs Crawford’s arm, placing it over his neck, pulling up on the injured leg he prepares to do an atomic drop of the leg across his knee, but as he goes to pull back, Crawford swings his other leg, turning his body and somehow lands on his feet, having spun around his opponent he pulls him back and drops him with an inverted DDT!

Matt Rossetti: How did he do that, what a counter. Even a few members of the crowd in the front row appreciated that counter.

Rick Hardcastle: Just as I said, he was playing opossum, luring Seamus in and giving him a false sense of security.

[Crawford gets to his feet, showing no ill effects at all to his leg and drops to his knees, raining fists of fury down upon Seamus. The ref counts and Tre breaks just before DQ. Seamus rolls and gets to his hands and knees. Tre shoves the ref aside, sending him staggering to the ropes, and delivers a devastating kick to the ribs of the Irishman, followed by some vicious stomps. Seamus rolls under the ropes and Tre stops, assuming his opponent is headed to the floor. He turns to the admonishment of the official as Seamus gets to his feet and grabs the top rope, waiting. Tre turns around just in time to see The Leprechaun take flight springboarding himself from the outside with a sling shot off the top rope into a cross body block! Crawford goes down and the ref counts, just getting to two before Tre kicks out and rolls with some velocity under the ropes and drops to the floor. The ref applies the count…]

Matt Rossetti: Tre should’ve been disqualified for touching a NYWA official.

Rick Hardcastle: Why those were love taps Matt, he was just applauding the outstanding work he was doing in this match. Showing him signs of respect, a man should never be disqualified for appreciating a referee!

[…Tre slides under at the count of nine and then drops back to the floor to a chorus of boos. Seamus starts clapping, the crowd joining in. Crawford stays on the floor until the count of eight and then returns to the ring, again given room by his opponent to get to this feet. Crawford moves in to attack and takes a knee to the gut, sending him tumbling to the mat. Tre gets to his feet is grabbed and quickly hit with a snap suplex! The Irishman gaining momentum, he pulls the stunned Crawford back to his feet…inside cradle! A two count before the Irishman breaks the attempt and rolls clear, coming to his knees. He was expecting to see Crawford in the same position, but instead sees nothing but Crawford’s knee as it crashes into his face, sending him back onto his back. Crawford turns and makes a knee drop hit the forehead of Seamus, causing him to roll over, clutching at his forehead. Tre puts the boots to him, driving him across the ring until the ref intercedes. Seamus lays in the corner a moment before rising to his hands and knees, a little blood coming from a open laceration on his forehead. The ref steps over to check him, but Seamus, not sure who it is, unloads an Irish Curse, nailing the ref square in the family jewels! Seamus wipes at his eyes, clearing them so he can see and sees the sprawled ref, facing out to the crowd, curled up in the fetal position, eyes closed in pain. He crawls over, apologizing, but takes a stomp to the head. A second. A third. Crawford backs off and pulls the Irishman to his feet. He sets him for a suplex, but the move is countered into a face first “facebuster” suplex! Seamus almost gets to his feet on the first bounce from the contact, pumping his fist. He latches onto the stunned Crawford, pulls him to his feet and nails The Gaelic Bomb!

Matt Rossetti: The taste of his own blood seems to have inspired Seamus, Crawford is down in a heap of pain.

Rick Hardcastle: Lucky shot, he cheated when he took the referee out. This match should now be over and Tre declared the victor.

Crawford may be out, but the ref is still incapacitated. He pulls Crawford up and sets him up for The Celtic Neckbreaker! However before he can execute, Alex Benjamin runs down and slides in, clipping him in the knee! The Irishman collapses, dropping Crawford. Alex begins stomping and wailing away on The Leprechaun. After a moment, Crawford gets to his feet and walks over, joining in. Crawford gives Alex a suggestion and he complies, returning with a chair. Crawford pulls the Irishman to his feet and Alex waffles him! Seamus falls backwards as Crawford smiles satisfied before taking the chair and setting it up. He gets up on the chair and motions for Alex to bring Seamus over. The ref starts to stir as the crowd lustily boos the action in the ring. Alex guides the barely conscious Seamus over to where Crawford waits. Alex places Seamus’ head between Crawford’s knees. Crawford calls out for a piledriver and seems set to deliver what could surely be a crippling blow when another figure streaks down the rampway to a confused response. Ronnie Lester, who certainly has no love for either Crawford or Benjamin, slides under the ropes and spears Alex, causing Seamus to be able to slump back from the potential career threatening move. Crawford hops from the chair and moves to help Benjamin, but finds himself stuck. He tries again. He looks down and see the arm of the Irishman wrapped around his ankle! Tre pulls Seamus to his feet and takes a solid right to the mush! Another sends Crawford reeling!

Matt Rossetti: All hell has broken loose here at ringside.

Rick Hardcastle: This is nice, the referee is stirring a bit but will never reproduce.

[Lester and Benjamin are pounding away at each other on the outside of the ring. In the ring Tre manages to finally get his foot free as he sprints out to help Benjamin. He attacks Lester from behind sending him lunging forward into Benjamin, causing damage to them both. None of the men are down as Seamus gets to his feet, he surveys the situation and heads towards the ropes, leaping over them hitting a suicide dive taking out everyone. The ref is now up looking at the carnage, he takes a quick look and calls for the bell. He then calls Michelle Lawrence over to give her his decision.]

Michelle Lawrence: Ladies and gentlemen this match has been ruled as a no contest due to outside interference.

Matt Rossetti: Crawford just lucked out, he was well on his way to defeat!

Rick Hardcastle: I say that Seamus was the lucky one, Tre was about to break bad on him!

[All four men are beginning to stir, Crawford and Benjamin are using each other for support so they manage to get up first. They ignore Seamus as they begin to pound away at Lester again. Seamus is now stirring, he gets up to his feet watching briefly before charging at the two men with his back to them. Before he can hit Lester starts throwing punches around wildly as Crawford and Benjamin scatter. Leaving Seamus running right into a hard right hand as Lester still isn’t looking just blindly fighting to avoid injury. He looks up and is met with a hard right to the jaw from Seamus. The two brawl for a moment as Crawford and Benjamin stalk them. Then the two stop brawling and turn towards the members of Benjamin Enterprise, Crawford and Benjamin head for the hills through the crowd. Seamus chases them as Lester just walks up the ramp to preserve his energy for the match.

Matt Rossetti: It is amazing that Benjamin Enterprises banned together even after Benjamin cost Tre his shot at the Liberty title.

Rick Hardcastle: This actually works out better for them, they can remain a tight knit group if they don’t have to face one another. Debonair might have just done them a favor.

[Drake comes storming into the backstage area of the arena and he sees the object of anger standing right in front of him. Drake moves in on Candice Burrows like a rabid pit bull on a small child.]

Drake Havok- Well hello Candice it has been a while hasn't it since our last meeting?

[ Drake grabs her arm and starts walking her down the hallway leading her towards the boiler room.]

Drake Havok- We have so much to talk to about. This seems like a good spot now doesn't it? Very isolated, cold, dark, and away from everybody.

Candice Burrows- Ok so what do you want to talk about Mr. Drake?

[Candice trembles, and Drake runs his hands over her arms.]

Drake Havok- Oh what’s wrong Candice? Is something bothering you? So what do we want to talk about , well lets talk about XTC shall we. That dumb bastard thinks I want his belt, I don't want his belt I want to end his livelihood, his career!

Candice Burrows- Then why have you signed to the match?

Drake Havok- Oh Candice can’t you see that we are sailing the sea of has beens and losers? We even have the king of the has beens XTC. Nine years ago he was cool now he is just sad. Alex Benjamin our great Liberty champion. The man that makes watching gay porn seem more exciting than any single one of his matches. I would rather have my teeth pulled than listen to you talk you fucking idiot! Wicked Ronnie Lester the only thing wicked about you is your breath and maybe your horrible ring skills. James Jefferson the only female wrestler with a dick, if you can call it a dick. Samus the king of the little people if carrot top was a super hero he would look like you.

Candice Burrows- Ok well I have got to be going now.

[Drake slams his fist into the wall.]

Drake Havok- WAIT I’m not done yet! Saul Sterling the first homosexual wrestler in NYWA, see you’re not mad that Ronnie Lester killed your girlfriend you’re mad because he didn't love you the way you loved him.

[Candice gets a nervous look in her face as Drake laughs at her.]

Drake Havok- See Candice there is one man in this fed I admire and that is Tre Crawford, but you see Tre is to busy being a good porch monkey to realize that he is being used. Wake Up Tre God Damn it, and snap out of it!

Candice Burrows- Did you just call Tre Crawford a porch monkey!?

Drake Havok- Shut up you stupid twat! The point is this XTC you were once some big shit in some place where people don't remember or don't care so bring up as much as you like, but that doesn't matter. See I got inside your head I got you mad, and I like it when you say that your best is nowhere near where I am at now, that is because your best was years ago, and now you are stepping in to a fight you can't win and you know it. You know this because your getting older and losing a few steps here and there, you are a shell of what you used to be, an empty husk of what you use to be, an old lion in a young lion fight always loses, you stupid twat !

Drake walks off.

Michelle Lawrence: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Wendall, North Carolina, weighing in at 200lbs... 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: And his opponent from Santa Cruz, California, weighing in at 155lbs. SHARLENE BERGER!

[The Arena goes blue as the first notes of "Good Girls Go Bad" 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: An interesting contest we have here, Sharlene made a successful debut last week, and her boyfriend made a successful debut earlier on the show.

Rick Hardcastle: This is perposterous Saul should not have to deal with this dilusional thick blonde bimbo.

Matt Rossetti: If I was you I'd sort of keep that to yourself, I dont think Shawn would like that.

[The bell rings and the competitors lock up in the center of the ring instantly Saul throws Sharlene to the ground and shakes his head in disgust. Sharlene gets back to her feet and again they lock up, however the result is exactly the same and Saul backs away asking the referee if this is supposed to be serious. Sharlene gets back to her feet and attempts a different tactic this time she goes for the test of strength, this however is met with almost as equally disappointing result for Sharlene who screams loudly in pain causing Saul to leave go and covers his ears as though he just got defeaned.]

Rick Hardcastle: God thats got to have affected Sauls hearing, he could have just had his ear drums burst.

[Saul shakes his head and runs towards Sharlene, who dropkicks Saul's left knee causing him to fall forward hitting his face off the mat. Sharlene gets back to feet, and stalks Saul, as he gets to his feet and turns round Sharlene runs and nails a sunset flip into a pin attempt.]

1...

Kickout!!

Matt Rossetti: Too early to put Saul away, but Sharlene is taking it right to him in the early stages.

Rick Hardcastle: After defeaning him, its not surprising.

[Sharlene grabs Saul to his feet, but Saul pushes her away, as she comes forward again Saul connects with a huge clothesline, almost turning her inside out. Saul instantly attempts to get the match over with and drops down for the cover.]

1.....

2...

Kickout!

Matt Rossetti: Just the two for Saul, Sharlene is a tough cookie, it'll take more than that clothesline to keep her on her back.

Rick Hardcastle: Thats not what I've been told.

Matt Rossetti: Will you stop.

[Saul grabs Sharlene to her feet and whips her into the ropes as she rebounds, Saul lifts her up and drops her down with a huge back body drop. Saul turns to face his downed opponent but is momenarily distracted as Bailey has climbed onto the ring apron.]

Rick Hardcastle: What's that stupid bimbo doing on the ring apron. Security, we've got the attack on the dumb blondes.

[Saul grabs Bailey by the hair and slaps her hard, still holding on to her hair, he looks to lay a big kiss on the defenseless Bailey, but all of a sudden he leaves go of Bailey and doubles over, as we manage to catch Sharlene remove her arm from between the legs of Saul.]

Rick Hardcastle: I told you she's a bimbo, she went to feel Sauls manhood, that should be left for the bedroom.

Matt Rossetti: Well I think, Saul may not be able to perform in the bedroom after that crotching.

[Sharlene jumps off the ropes and nails a springboard arm drag. Sharlene pumps the crowd up before checking on her sister. Saul however has slightly recovered from the innitial low blow and see's Sharlene is destracted and tries to grab her hair, only to receive another painful low blow. Sharlene faces the doubled up Saul and somehow manages to get him onto her shoulders and hooks his head before spinning him out into a spinning bulldog. Saul rolls onto his stomach as Sharlene gets back to her feet and notices the prone position of Saul, she again pumps the crowd up before climbing to the top rope.]

Matt Rossetti: Avalanche coming!

Rick Hardcastle: No, not again, come on Saul get up.

[Before Saul has a chance to hear or do anything Sharlene is already leaping off the top rope and nails the Avalanche, Swanton Bomb, she immediately goes for the pin.

1.............

2..............

3!!!!!!

Michelle Lawrence: Here is your winner, SHARLENE BERGER!!!!!!!!!

Matt Rossetti: It's over and Sharlene has managed to put Saul away!

[As Sharlene celebrates in the ring, out of nowhere Alex Benjamin smashes her in the back with a clubbing forearm to the back, knocking Sharlene into the ropes. Benjamin continues to attack Sharlene and beat her down, and is joined by Tre, who puts the boots into the downed Sharlene. Saul now slightly recovered from the match comes and helps too. Tre and Saul hold Sharlene in position as Benjamin backs up.]

Matt Rossetti: No, dont do it. This is sick.

[Before Benjamin can nail the move Bailey jumps on his back and starts to hit him in the face, Benjamin grabs her by the hair and pulls her over his head and slams her into the ground. Benjamin instructs Saul to grab Bailey. He does so and backs up as Tre forces Sharlene to watch. Benjamin runs and punts Bailey straight in the head. Her body goes limp and flops to the floor. Sharlene screams, as Benjamin turns his attention back to her. Suddenly the crowd let out a huge cheer as Séamus slides into the ring and immediately pounds away on the closest enemy of Saul. Tre drops Sharlene and goes to help Saul with Séamus. Séamus struggles and fights both men, but its somewhat of a losing battle. Until the crowd again cheer uncontrollably as Shawn King now enters the ring. Shawn goes straight at Benjamin and takes him out with a huge clothesline over the top rope, he then turns his attention and grabs Saul away from Séamus and begins to explode with lefts and rights. Séamus now back to a fighting base starts to unload on Tre with lefts and rights of his own, before grabbing him by the head and throwing him over the top rope to the floor. Shawn on the other side sends Saul into Séamus who nails a huge back body drop over the top rope onto Tre. Benjamin Enterprises start to exit the ring area up the ramp holding their bodies, as Séamus warns the trio before helping Shawn and Sharlene attend to Bailey before EMT's arrive.]

Matt Rossetti: I can't believe that sick S.O.B just punted Bailey's head off. Thank god for Shawn King and Séamus. God knows what they would have done to Sharlene, if they didn't arrive.

Rick Hardcastle: You should never enter a wrestling ring if your not prepared for whats going to happen.

Matt Rossetti: Well lets just make a note that there is going to be some hell to pay for Benjamin Enterprises. This wont be taken lying down I can guarantee that.

Rick Hardcastle: Oh, what is a big orange haired irish freak and a old time has been, along with a dumb blonde bimbo going to do?

Matt Rossetti: What an electric night it has been thus far, I am most impressed with the talents of the new blood here in NYWA. Shawn King and Jay Delabarie really showed me something tonight.

Rick Hardcastle: And what might that be Matt? That Fred Debonair has no eye for talent, that he will just sign anybody?

Matt Rossetti: The sad thing is that some people watching this at home will hear your words and think they are the truth.

Rick Hardcastle: I never tell a lie Matt, back in my school days they would call me Honest Abe.

Matt Rossetti: They never called you that!

Rick Hardcastle: They could have!

Matt Rossetti: Let’s join Michelle Lawrence in the ring.

Michelle Lawrence: Ladies and Gentlemen this next contest is the Blood seat match, where the first man to draw blood from his opponent by using a chair will be declared the victor. Introducing first standing in at 6’2” tall, from Chicago, Illinois, he is DEJA SKU!!!!!!

Matt Rossetti: DeJa looks extremely focused here tonight. With a win over Ronnie Lester he will emerge as a contender for the Global Championship.

Rick Hardcastle: He hasn’t won enough to be considered a contender or a threat to Ronnie Lester and his title. He has hit a road block and things are going downhill for him fast.

[“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory hits as the crowd begins to cheer. DeJa Sku comes out from behind the curtain as the crowd gets louder. He stands there for a few moments before making his way to the ring. He slaps the outstretched hands to his right before moving to the other side. He runs and slides into the ring and climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle. He points out into the crowd and they cheer. He hops down and slaps the turnbuckle a few times before the music fades.]

Matt Rossetti: The fans are really behind Sku here tonight, they are ready for a Cinderella Story.

Rick Hardcastle: Doesn’t that movie have Hilary Duff in it, what does that have to do with Sku?

Matt Rossetti: It is a reference to the glass shoe fitting an unlikely candidate.

Rick Hardcastle: I wouldn’t wear glass shoes to tap dance in.

Matt Rossetti: Sometimes I wonder about you Rick, really wonder.

Rick Hardcastle: Silence Matt, it is time for the introduction of the man.

Michelle Lawrence: and his opponent, standing in at 6’2” tall, from Wendell North Carolina, he is the NYWA Global Champion RONNIE “WICKED” LESTER!!!!!!!! ["Albatross" starts rumbling through the sound system as Ronnie "Wicked" Lester starts making his way to the ring, next to him is his hot manager Kendyll Hooper. He looks around at the people as they boo him and just shakes his head disgustedly as Kendyll walks along next to him, eyeing up the guys in the front row. They pause to kiss in the corner before stepping into the ring, ready to go.]

Matt Rossetti: So we are about to get this match underway, again for those of you watching at home the first person to bleed because of a chair shot loses.

Rick Hardcastle: I believe Michelle already covered that, the bigger issue here is no rules and a new valet that DeJa should be looking out for.

[The two men are circling each other in the ring as the bell sounds. Sku lunges forward and tries to take Lester to the mat with an arm drag. Lester counters with an arm drag of his own. Sku quickly gets back to his feet, charges towards Lester and gets taken down with another arm drag. Sku again quickly gets back up to his feet, this time he doesn’t charge Lester he stands idle and Lester charges him. Sku attempts another arm drag and is quickly taken to the mat with another. Sku immediately gets up to his feet and charges Lester again, and again he gets taken to the mat with another arm drag. Sku gets back to his feet and changes his tactic as he now stands idle.]

Matt Rossetti: Sku is trying to use Lester’s style and has been ineffective, much like the arm drags that he was taken to the mat with.

Rick Hardcastle: Are you watching the same match Matt? Lester is kicking his ass in this arm drag contest!

[Back in the ring the two men are now locked up. Lester pushes Sku back a few steps before Sku gets his feet firmly planted and is able to move Lester back a few steps. Back and forth they go until Lester raises his right foot quickly while Sku was planting and kicks him in the groin with a low blow. Sku falls to the mat doubled over, Lester reaches down and locks Sku in a headlock. He is really trying to twist the head clean off of Sku’s body as the referee checks to make sure it is a legal hold. Sku tries to get to his feet but Lester just pulls back further and applies more pressure.]

Matt Rossetti: I am not sure I agree with this strategy, you can’t win via submission in this match.

Rick Hardcastle: Well Matt it is easier to make an unconscious man bleed than one who is moving about freely.

Matt Rossetti: This is true.

Rick Hardcastle: Like I said Honest Abe here, I speak the truth and occasionally lie, but that’s all I do.

[In the ring Sku manages to get to his feet, Lester is still locked in with his headlock. Sku backs up and drives Lester into the turnbuckle. Lester breaks the hold as Sku falls forward. Lester takes a moment to get back to his feet, he approaches Sku and forces him to his feet. He then attempts to Irish whip Sku into the ropes, on the outside of the ring Kendyll is standing in wait with a chair. Sku reverses the attempt and Lester is now heading towards the rope. Kendyll swings but connects with the ropes forcing the chair out of her hand as it bounces into the ring. Lester bounces off the ropes and is taken to the mat with a drop toe hold. Lester falls face first into the chair. The referee checks him for signs of blood as he rolls over holding his head. No blood is present so the match continues.]

Matt Rossetti: Deja Sku about lucked himself into a victory here early on.

Rick Hardcastle: The Champ will never bleed, he is not a mere mortal he is the prototype of a champion! In wrestling that is as close as you get to being god.

Matt Rossetti: Say what you will but DeJa Sku came here tonight to compete.

Rick Hardcastle: Why is it that every time I hear that name I think of an Italian UPC code?

Matt Rossetti: Because you’re an idiot, that’s why!

Rick Hardcastle: Takes one to know one there Matt.

Matt Rossetti: Real mature, sometimes I wonder why I even bother.

[Back in the ring Sku has the chair picked up and smacks Lester with it a few times in the sternum. Lester rolls out of the ring where Kendyll hands something to him. Sku doesn’t see the exchange happen and reaches over the ropes to grab Lester, as he gets a good hold on him Lester raises up and cleans his clock with the ring bell. Sku falls to the mat as blood begins to pour from his temple making his face a crimson mask. Lester crawls back into the ring, dropping the ring bell to the floor. Sku staggers to his feet, and Lester has the lone introduced chair in his hands.]

Rick Hardcastle: Shouldn’t be long now, Sku is badly busted open.

Matt Rossetti: No DEJA LOOK OUT.

[A loud smack is heard as Lester connects with a clean chair shot. Sku just buckles to the ground. Lester drops the chair, Sku is still bleeding from before. The ref doesn’t call for the bell, Lester approaches him in an argumentative fashion. The referee explains himself to Lester.]

Matt Rossetti: The match continues, the referee can’t tell for certain that the chair shot would have caused the bleeding because of the shot with the ring bell. Lester might have screwed himself to gain the advantage.

Rick Hardcastle: Did you hear that impact, there is no way this match should still be going on. Lester is really telling that referee what he thinks of him!

[Sku gets back up to his feet, he grabs the chair from the mat as he staggers forward connecting with a clean shot to the back of the head of Lester who never saw it coming. The impact bends the steel chair, but Lester isn’t bleeding or if he is it is concealed under his hair. Not wasting anytime Sku gets Lester back up to his feet, he positions him for and takes him to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Sku bounces back up to his feet and plays the crowd ever so briefly as they erupt. Sku again forces Lester up to his feet as he raises his arm and drops him back to the mat with a European Uppercut.]

Matt Rossetti: Sku is rolling now with his second one supporting his crimson mask.

Rick Hardcastle: Anything past the point where Lester decked Sku with that chair is just flat out wrong. This match should be over!

[Sku gets Lester back up to his feet again, he double underhooks his arms and lifts him up driving him to the mat with a powerbomb. Lester tries to roll out of the ring for safety, Sku stalks him and again forces him to his feet. He wraps his arms around the waist of Lester, he moves slightly and attempts a belly to back suplex. Lester manages to block this attempt, Sku tries again with the same result. Sku tries one more time, this time Lester counters taking Sku to the mat with a belly to back of his own. Both men are down but stirring]

Rick Hardcastle: Again with the technical wrestling attempts, Lester is technically superior doesn’t Sku realize this!

Matt Rossetti: Why not try it when you are on a roll. Lester just so happens to be showing the will of a champion by being able to counter after such an onslaught!

[Lester somehow beats Sku to his feet. This is most likely because of how close he was to the ropes. Sku isn’t far behind. Lester is already charging towards Sku as he is getting up. Lester straightens out his arm for a clothesline, Sku ducks sending Lester and his momentum bouncing off the ropes behind him. Lester approaches again he straightens his arm briefly to mimic a clothesline, when Sku ducks this time however Lester raises a knee into his face. Sku staggers backwards as Lester lunges forward quickly grabbing his head and driving him to the mat with an implant ddt. Sku is down as Lester climbs up to the top ropes. He then leaps off trying to land a shooting star plancha. Sku moves at the last possible moment and again both men are down.]

Matt Rossetti: Lester takes a huge risk and comes up empty.

Rick Hardcastle: Why Ronnie why, come on get up.

[Both men scurry about to opposite corners, using the ropes to pull themselves up. Lester and Sku stare at one another from across the ring. They move in to tie up, but Sku backs away, shaking his head ‘no’. They circle and Sku adjusts his tights before moving into a collar and elbow tie up. They seem evenly matched, but Lester uses his technical knowledge to shift his leverage and hip toss Sku into the corner. Sku hits the canvas hard and sits up, sliding backwards a couple of feet as the crowd jeers and Lester takes a step or two back, smiling confidently. Sku gets back to his feet, rolling his shoulder and steps into the tie up again, with the same result! The taunting from the crowd gets louder and Lester’s smile gets broader. They tie up for a third time AGAIN with the same result!]

Matt Rossetti: What a match this has turned out to be!

Rick Hardcastle: It wasn’t booked to be a match like this, it was booked for blood! Sku is bleeding, thus this should already be over!

Matt Rossetti: Would you drop that already, the ref made a judgment call and I believe him to be correct!

Rick Hardcastle: You would!

[The crowd begins to chant for Sku as he gets to his feet, grimacing. He does a quick 360 as he circles Lester again, getting a quick glance at the ropes, crowd and announcing position. Turning back, Lester comes in and starts another shoulder and elbow tie up, only to find himself draw into a big knee in the gut, which send the air gushing from his abdomen. A second knee doubles him over and he takes an elbow to the back of the head, dropping him to the canvas to a chorus of cheers.]

Matt Rossetti: The fans are really getting behind Sku here.

Rick Hardcastle: These idiots would get behind anyone who mentions their state by name or pays them the slightest bit of attention!

[Sku limps a little, perhaps hurting his knee with that last move. He moves in and pulls Lester back to his feet, nailing him with a couple of closed fists to the forehead before sending him into the ropes, following up with a backdrop. Lester hits the canvas as Sku hits the ropes, intending to come in with a legdrop. Lester rolls away and Sku drops onto his bottom and hollers out as Lester gets to his feet and moves in quickly, slapping on the sleeper hold!]

Matt Rossetti: Sku had a lot of force behind that legdrop, no wonder he is hurting so bad now.

Rick Hardcastle: What did he do break his tailbone? What a sorry way to put yourself out of control!

Back in the ring Sku works his way back to his feet, with the crowd providing him with a 'hulk up'. Two elbows into the midsection turn him loose and he hits the ropes, but his intended clothesline misses Lester, instead clocking the ref! The ref drops to the mat as Lester again hits Sku with a low blow. He grabs the chair, but he does not swing it. Instead he sits it up in the ring and Irish whips Deja into the corner. Lester then takes a step back and runs towards the chair, steps up on it, and flies towards Sku with a heel kick. He connects as Sku drops face first to the mat. Lester then back up and grabs the chair moving in towards the fallen Sku. He lifts Sku’s face up from the mat by his hair before sliding the chair under him and dropping his face back down. He then begins stomping away at the back of Sku’s head. With each stomp Sku’s face is bouncing off the chair. After a few more of these Lester picks Sku up off the mat and takes him face first down to the chair on the mat with some sort of RKO looking maneuver. This move has opened the original cut Sku sustained earlier back up and the blood is pouring once again. Lester now puts his focus on trying to revive the ref.]

Rick Hardcastle: WAKE UP REF, look at all the blood!

Matt Rossetti: That is still from the original wound, I don’t know if it will be enough to get him the win!

[Back in the ring Lester pulls the referee up off the mat physically. He then begins slapping him across the face until he begins to stir. Finally he is composed enough to look as Lester points over to the bloody chair and points at Sku. The referee takes a moment to look Sku over, not seeing anything new he shakes his head no and the match will go on! Lester is furious as he again starts yelling at the referee while poking him in the chest with his index finger.]

Rick Hardcastle: You have got to be kidding me, Sku has paid off this official or something!

Matt Rossetti: He has to be sure the blood came from that chair shot, and since it was coming from an existing cut he made the right call in my opinion!

[Lester now pushes the referee into the corner, his neck snaps back as he falls to the mat. The ref is not moving but Deja is. He gets to his feet, groggily staggers over to Lester where he whips him around and connects a hard right closed fist punch. Lester is knocked back and comes forward with one of his own. They exchange blows for a few minutes as a roar of disapproval comes from the crowd. Tre Crawford slides into the ring with a chair already in hand. He approaches Sku, neither man sees him. He brings the chair up over his head and swings away. Sku gets a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and moves. CRACK! Crawford hits Lester instead, he has him busted open. Sku hits Crawford a few times causing him to retreat up the ramp and out of sight. Sku then focuses on the chair he left behind and the downed Lester. He smacks him repeatedly in the head with the chair as the ref comes to. He sees the bloody chair in the hands of Sku and the bloody face of Lester. Sku just keeps hitting Lester until the referee calls for the bell and physically stops another blow by taking the chair away.]

Matt Rossetti: Tre Crawford just screwed Lester.

Rick Hardcastle: He was after Deja Sku, this is a disaster!

Michelle Lawrence: The winner of this match, DEJA SKU!!!!!!

Michelle Lawrence: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for the main event, and it is for the XTC-Elite CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing fist standing 6’1” tall hailing from Cleveland Ohio, he is the challenger 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 runs to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope he jumps and then runs to a corner and jumps on to the second rope and raises his fist and yells at the crowd.]

Matt Rossetti: I wouldn’t want to face Drake Havok tonight, he has been on a roll as of late ending careers along his path. He is sick, twisted, and needs to be institutionalized.

Rick Hardcastle: I find him damned entertaining Matt. Someone that crazy will either be in a nut house or in professional wrestling. I for one am glad he chose the wrestling.

Michelle Lawrence: and his opponent, standing 6’3” tall, from Austin. Texas, he is the XTC-Elite Champion, XTC!!!!!!!!

[Lights go out in the NYWA arena, as the beginning riffs of hatebreed’s “I Will Be Heard” blare through the pa system. An X appears followed by a T and finally a C flashes on the jumbo tron, than it cuts to XTC hitting the Overdose on several opponents. All neon, Red, Green, Orange, White, Blue, Purple strobe lights dance through the darkness as smoke piles in. Lights slowly start to come back on as XTC is seen standing at the top of the entrance. Arms stretched toward the sky interlocking at his forearms in a “X”. His long brown and blonde hair flowing perfectly into a tightly pulled ponytail, his trademark Navy and Chrome Oakley’s given to him by his childhood and best friend, fellow wrestler QuickSilver. Signature grin of a Cheshire cat pictured on his face. Long silver duster flowing to his feet, XTC written on the back with multi-colored fake paint splatters on the entire duster. XTC pans the crowd, nodding approvingly at the cheers and also, in perfect rhythm with the music, choosing to ignore the boos.]

Matt Rossetti: There he is Rick, the man so great he had a title named after him.

Rick Hardcastle: I once named a gigantic piece of crap after him, but felt it deserved more respect so I changed the name.

[Slowly begins to stroll down to the ring, high-fiving fans, pointing at various funny signs and laughing. In one hop he gets to the ring apron and in another, is at the top turnbuckle facing the crowd. XTC cracks his smile again and in one foul swoop does a back flip off the turnbuckle landing on his feet. Removes his duster and waits for the bell to ring.]

Matt Rossetti: XTC looks ready to go here tonight, and that is a good thing because Drake is not talking his eyes off of him. It is almost like he is obsessed with XTC or something.

Rick Hardcastle: That is a look of disgust not obsession. Remember XTC is the captain of the ship sailing down Mediocre River to the island of the has beens.

Matt Rossetti: He is eyeballing you Rick, might be time you started showing him some respect or he might just beat respect out of you.

Rick Hardcastle: He’s not looking at me Matt, he is looking at this sizzling hot mamacita sitting beside me, you know the one with the light brown hair in the sexy white top.

Matt Rossetti: You mean Amy Funk, the wife of SJ?

Rick Hardcastle: You mean to tell me that’s SJ Funk's wife. Damn I'm now officially a Funkaholic.

[XTC hands his title belt to the referee, who holds it high in the air for all to see. He then hands it out of the ring to the timekeeper. Drake is still starring a hole through XTC, as XTC does a few final stretches. He gives a wink to either Hardcastle or Amy Funk as the bell rings and we get underway. XTC is taking his time positing his tights as he slowly moves towards the center of the ring. Drake is not moving he is locked in on XTC. Finally out of nowhere Drake blinks as the two men lock near the corner. XTC has the momentum from rushing across the ring and he forces Drake back into the corner. Once Drake is trapped in the corner XTC breaks the grapple and chops Drake across his chest repeatedly. Each chop turns his chest a darker shade of red, and the more red it gets the bigger Drakes smile gets. The crowd shout out woooooo with each landed chop.]

Matt Rossetti: Those chops sound painful, yet Drake seems to enjoy them.

Rick Hardcastle: He enjoys it because who really does them anymore? Usually washed up old has beens that can’t perform anything better. XTC is just proving his point for him more and more with each chop!

[Back in the ring XTC reaches back his open hand for yet another chop, as it moves towards Drake he grabs XTC by the wrist. He then brings his other hand to the wrist and forces XTC to take his spot trapped in the corner. Drake lifts his knee up and connects it to the body of XTC, he does it again, and once more time before backing up a step and hitting him just under the chin with a dropkick. XTC falls to the mat as Drake begins to talk smack to him.]

Drake Havok: You like that XTC, there is plenty more where that came from. GET UP!

[XTC ignores this request and remains on the mat. Drake approaches him and rises up his left foot to drop down on the fallen foe. XTC avoids the stomp and rolls around quickly taking Drake down in a small package. The referee drops into position slapping his hand on the mat once. He lifts his hand from the mat and back in the air, brings it down again for two. Just as his hand hits for the second time Drake kicks out with authority. Drake jumps up to his feet, the two men are standing toe to toe as Drake moves his hand forward hitting XTC with a hard open handed slap. XTC grabs his cheek out of instinct to try and stop the stinging, as he raises his arm drake reaches forward grabbing XTC by the neck with his right hand. He is putting a lot of pressure on the neck as he inches closer, placing his right leg behind the left leg of XTC, pushing forward and forcing him to the mat with a choke slam tripping combination of some sort.]

Matt Rossetti: XTC is having trouble getting things going here tonight. I think he is shocked by the determination of Drake.

Rick Hardcastle: Shocked or confused by this innovative offense, either way he is in a heap of trouble and I doubt he is smart enough to think his way out of it.

Matt Rossetti: He is a veteran Rick, he will find a way to bounce back.

Rick Hardcastle: Next you will say he is the champion for a reason, and try to justify him actually enduring over the innovative offense. But the reason he is a champion is because Debonair felt sorry for him and made him a title. He just handed it to him Matt, how can you not be disgusted by that?

Matt Rossetti: At first I was a little skeptical about the whole situation, but I came around and eventually you will to. With each successful title defense he gains more credibility and recognition as a true champion.

Rick Hardcastle: He lucked out last week, and the weeks before that the competition was hardly stiff. He is like the Pepsi Clear of champions, people liked it because it was a new product then realized it actually sucked, so it disappeared never to be heard of again.

[Drake is now stomping on the fallen XTC relentlessly. The referee finally comes in and breaks this up, Drake backs off briefly before moving forward through the official and forcing XTC up to his feet. He grabs him by the face, a hand on each cheek resembling the lead in to a passionate kiss. However instead of kissing him, he drops his right hand down briefly and brings it up connecting under the chin of XTC with a European uppercut. XTC falls to the mat, he rolls out of the ring to safety. The referee starts the ten count, but has to start again as Drake rolls out in pursuit. They are standing in front of the announce table exchanging punches. Right hand by XTC, right hand from Havok, XTC, Havok, XTC, Havok, Havok, Havok again. He has XTC pinned against the security railing now. He lands a couple more right hands before coming up with another European uppercut. The impact and angle sends XTC off his feet, and spins him around. He is slouched over the security railing, his face buried in the chest of…]

Matt Rossetti: He just got knocked into the chest of Amy Funk. He seems pleased with this as he isn’t trying to move, he is just sitting there.

Rick Hardcastle: I can honestly say I would trade places with him but still would not want to be him. Look Matt SJ Funk is heading down the ramp, and the Funkaholics are going bananas.

[The referee count is up to eight, so Drake heads back towards the ring, he rolls in and right back out to reset the count. XTC is starting to stir, he rises up his head and is now looking Amy Funk in the eyes. A loud echo of hand against face is heard as she slaps him with everything she has coming in behind it. XTC turns around in shock as he sees SJ Funk approaching from his left and Drake approaching from his right. He heads straight and climbs back in the ring. Drake follows as SJ moves in to check on the condition of Amy. Drake slides back into the ring, XTC doesn’t allow him to get to his feet as he starts stomping away at the back of his neck and head. The crowd is not supporting this tactic and they let him know with a defining chorus of boos. XTC pays no attention to them as he continues to stomp away, as he catches the ref moving in from the corner of his eye, he stops the stomping and lifts Drake up to his feet. He wraps his arm around the neck of Havok, maneuvers accordingly driving Havok to the mat with a spinning spiked DDT. He quickly makes a cover…….1…………2……. Drake kicks out after a long two count. XTC doesn’t argue as he gets Drake back up to his feet. He Irish whips him into the corner, coming in quickly with a clothesline. Drake begins to fall forward but XTC catches him, holding him up as he positions Drake up on far turnbuckle, XTC then goes to opposite corner, he runs and jumps to the second rope, then steps to the top rope wrapping his legs around the head of Drake and leaping off with a Frankensteiner. He hurries back up to the top turnbuckle, Drake isn’t in the best of angles for him to do anything effective yet he leaps off anyway pulling his knees and arms together, then extending them back out landing on Drake with a frog splash. He covers after this…..1……..2……21/2……2 3/4…. Drake again kicks out. XTC can’t believe it as he looks towards the ref slapping his hands together three times to tell him to count faster.]

Crowd: TWO!!!

Matt Rossetti: I believe XTC thought he had this match won off that 3 step program, 5 star frog splash pinning combination. He seems to be frustrated at the amount of fight in Drake Havok.

Rick Hardcastle: Even I will say I thought he had this match won there, I still can’t believe he managed to land that frog splash from the angle he did.

[XTC is still going at it with the referee, he keeps an eye on Drake who is now stirring. XTC gets a few last words in as Drake pulls himself up to his feet completely. XTC approaches Drake who is still very groggy. He grapples with his as he raises a knee up into his gut. Havok gasps for air as XTC positions him accordingly and takes him to the mat with Flipping piledriver. Again he covers……One…….Two………..Thre Drake just does beat the count of three by raising his shoulder. Again XTC glares towards the official, this time there is nothing following the glare as he goes back on the offensive with a few stomps to the lower back of Drake. He gets Drake back up to his feet leaping up wrapping his legs around his head for a hurricanrana but he gets caught. Drake pulls his body back up to the level of his head, he spins around, and drives him to the mat with a powerbomb. The crowd erupts because of this counter, but both men are now down.]

Matt Rossetti: A desperation counter by Drake Havok, and not a moment to soon. I don’t know how much more punishment he would have been able to take.

Rick Hardcastle: He isn’t out of the woods yet, he needs to beat XTC to his feet to take advantage of the counter.

[The referee count is up to six as both men begin to stir. Drake gets up to his feet first immediately followed by XTC. Drake charges XTC taking him to the mat with a hard clothesline, he reaches down forcing XTC back to his feet, he gets him in position and drops him to the mat with a t-bone suplex. Drake stops to taunt the crowd, XTC jumps back to his feet quickly, perhaps out of pure instinct or because he got a second wind. Drake sees him, he lunges forward into a grapple. Drake raises a knee into the abdomen of XTC allowing him to gain the advantage and position him for and connect with a pumphandle cradle ddt, a move he calls the Butchers Block. XTC is down as Drake goes for the cover…..One…….Two…………Thre XTC gets his foot on the bottom rope the referee stops the count. Drake can’t believe it as he jumps up and really gets into the face of the referee.]

Matt Rossetti: I thought he had it there, great ring awareness from our champion.

Rick Hardcastle: He got lucky, and he is your champion not mine. I would rather live in Canada than call him my anything!

[Drake has the referee pinned in the corner just verbally abusing him. XTC staggers to his feet as he stumbles towards the ropes to hold him up. He is trying to compose himself as he gets a tap on his shoulder, he turns around and BAM, he gets decked in the jaw by SJ Funk. Drake is now approaching him, XTC is falls against the ropes and springs back. Drake catches him quickly getting him set up for the Kingsbury Driver, a pumphandle DVD. He drives XTC to the mat and covers.]

ONE…….

TWO…..

THREE

[XTC manages to get a shoulder up but was it in time?]

Matt Rossetti: The referee has called for the bell, XTC didn’t beat the count, he was a split second to late.

Rick Hardcastle: That’s what he gets for demanding faster counts, had he not done that he might have gotten that shoulder up in time. Regardless we finally have a worthy champion, congratulations Drake Havok.

Michelle Lawrence: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match and the NEW XTC-Elite champion, he is the mad butcher of Kingsbury run, DRAKE HAVOK!!!!!

[Drake Havok has the title and is heading up the ramp as XTC is up and really arguing with the referee. He doesn’t see SJ Funk sneaking in the ring behind him with a chair. He brings the chair up over his head and cracks XTC across the back with it, he repeats this as XTC stumbles forward and the referee heads out of the ring. SJ grabs XTC by the shoulders turning him around, he connects with two hard rights as XTC is now pinned against the ropes. SJ takes a step back and clotheslines XTC to the outside of the ring. SJ follows as XTC is more or less in a crawl trying to get away. SJ pursues him up the ramp, XTC is now up to his feet, he turns and hits the approaching SJ with a right hand of his own. The two men are now exchanging blows up the ramp, the camera follows them through the backstage area, then past the restrooms, the concession stand, and to the door. Right hand by XTC, Right SJ, XTC, SJ, XTC, SJ, XTC, XTC, SJ, XTC, SJ , SJ, SJ. XTC is now reeling as SJ grapples with him, he looks as if he is going to Irish whip him into the hard brick wall, but at the last second he reverses his angle and sends XTC head first into a locked door. He bounces his head off the door a couple of time for good measure as he picks him up over his shoulder. He approaches a door that isn’t lock and runs forward using XTC’s head as a battering ram forcing the door open and sending XTC flying out onto the sidewalk. XTC is out, as SJ lets the door close and heads back towards the concession stand and out of sight.]

Matt Rossetti: That brawl could have continued for hours, thank god SJ decided enough was enough.

Rick Hardcastle: XTC finally lost his title and then got tossed out of the arena head first. Is it Christmas or something because that was everything I could have asked for and then some.

Matt Rossetti: Wow that WAS something!! DON'T FORGET NEXT WEEK ALL TITLES ARE ON - THE - LINE! BUT THAT'S ALL FOR TONIGHT FOLKS! We're out of time!

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