(A large red and white USCW logo appears in the middle of the screen.  After a couple of seconds of silence, “Bawitdaba” by Kid Rock starts to play.  As the song really kicks in, various familiar scenes from USCW history begin to flash across the screen.  Finishing moves of various superstars, championships being won, and great interviews being given are all shown.  The scene changes to a camera that pans around a sold out arena as the fans in the stand go absolutely crazy.  Several of the fans are carrying signs including “The USCW is back!”, “One Shot! One Kill!”, and “I’m here to see the One True Warrior!”.  After a few seconds fireworks begin to shoot off high above the crowd and they give another huge roar.  The music continues to play in the background as you hear an announcer’s voice.)

Mike Johnson:”Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the return of the USCW!  We are live from the Jackson Fairgrounds Coliseum here in Jackson, Mississippi!  The fans are in a frenzy and ready to witness some of the famous USCW action!  I’m your play by play announcer Mike Johnson and joining me calling the action here tonight is a face most of you familiar with the USCW will recognize, the man known as the “Best Wrestler In The Business”, “Lightning” Scott Baxter!”

Scott Baxter:”It is certainly a pleasure for you to work with me MJ.  For all you fans at home I will try to add a touch of class and intelligence to these broadcasts.  But with this wingnut as my partner, I can only do so much.  With the numerous companies under the umbrella of Baxter Inc. doing so well, I have decided to step away from the ring as a full-time wrestler so I can have some flexibility in making sure I am around to make important decisions.  But then CEO Adams asked me if I could save this show by not letting MJ sink it, and I told him why not.”

 MJ:”I’m looking forward to working with you too, LSB.  And speaking of CEO Adams, I think we may be getting a visit from the man in charge right now!”

 (As MJ was speaking, “Hey Man Nice Shot” by Filter has begun to play.  Jason Adams, the CEO of the USCW, steps out onto the ramp and makes his way to the ring.  He grabs a mic from ringside and slides into the ring.)

 Adams:”Well Jackson.  Are you excited about the return of the USCW?”

 (The crowd roars it’s approval.)

 Adams:”I wanted to pick a place I knew would appreciate it.  The USCW doesn’t disappoint.  Tonight, in this ring, you will get a chance to see the superstars that will participate in the tournament to crown the new USCW Heavyweight Champion.  And before the night is over, I will make an announcement concerning that USCW World Heavyweight Title tournament!”

 (The crowd shows its excitement once again.)

 Adams:”So enjoy tonight’s show.  And get ready for some excitement over the next few weeks as the USCW kicks back into high gear.”

 (Adams face changes from a smile to a very serious look)

 Adams:”Now, to the talent in the back.  I am looking for superstars.  People who can carry this organization.  You all better learn pretty damn quickly to lead, follow, or get the hell out of the way.  Show your talent and show me some respect and you might go far.”

 (“Hey Man Nice Shot” cranks up again as the CEO waves to the crowd and makes his way back up the ramp.)

 MJ:”So the CEO will make an announcement later on about the title tournament.  That should be exciting.”

 LSB:”And he called out all the wrestlers to step up.  That was the best part.”

(Suddenly the house lights dim and at the top of the entrance ramp, orange and red strobe lights begin flashing.  Simultaneously, the main theme from "The Last of the Mohicans" begins to play.  As the drum beats build, and the fans rise to their feet in anticipation.  As the music builds to it's first crescendo, white hot pyros go off at each corner of the stage.  The crowd begins to scream as the One True Warrior, Thunderbolt Lightfoot appears at the top of the entrance ramp.)
 
(As Lightfoot makes his way to the ring, the house lights begin coming up.   He is all smiles as he takes the time to acknowledge his fans who have come to see the return of the USCW.  The camera picks up a couple of fan signs as Lightfoot enters the ring.  One has a black background and in red letters reads 'ONE TRUE WARRIOR  WE LOVE YOU'.  Another is blue with black lettering that reads 'The Thunder WILL Roll!!!!'.)
 
(As the Native American Man Mountain enters the ring he motions asks for the mic, which Cindy Maxwell the ring announcer happily offers.)
 
TL:"It does my heart good to see so many fans here tonight for the beginning of the new chapter in the history of United States Championship Wrestling.  I wasn't going to come out here like this, but when I saw so many of the worlds greatest fans I had to make an appearance.  Can I just say it feels GREAT to BE BACK!!!"
 
(Once again the crowd is on their feet cheering on the giant.)
 
TL:"I have only one thing to address before we get things underway tonight and I hope you all will listen to what I have to say."
 
(Lightfoot pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts.)
 
TL:"RJ SOUZA.  You know it never ceases to amaze me at how fast someone can open their fat mouths and prove to the world how ignorant they are.  I caught your last little interview the other night.  And amidst the racial slurs and the disrespecting of my people I caught a little trace of something that was cleverly hidden amongst your BIG STRONG WORDS.  It took me a little while to place it and I had to watch your interview a second time just to make sure but there it was sure enough coming right out of your mouth........ HOT AIR."
 
(Lightfoot pauses as the crowd erupts once again.)
 
TL:"You do have a great PR guy however.  I mean coming in and trying to make a name for yourself by calling out the biggest man in the room.  That's definitely going to get you noticed.  However, you made one fatal mistake."
 
(Suddenly Lightfoot's face is overcome with an aura of danger and fury.)
 
TL:"The slur on my family that flew from your mouth is inexcusable!  You like running the honor of good people into the ground.  Well, when I am through with you, I will have brought honor back to my people and the Trail of Tears will be like a summer stroll compared to YOUR suffering!  I do not ask the gods for protection.  I don't need it.  All I ask is that the powers that be in the corporate office grant me the opportunity to face you in the first round of the championship tournament."
 
(Lightfoot puts down his mic and looks to be finished when suddenly he remembers something else that was said.  He brings the mic to his mouth for one final statement.)
 
TL:"And by the way, if you don't think raindances work, then step into the ring, and when the Thunder Rolls, you will feel the full fury of the storm unleashed."

(With that the arena is shook with the sound of a massive thunderclap and all of the lights go out.  After a minute the come back on and the only thing left in the ring is the microphone.)

 CM:”The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 245 pounds, Mr. Wrestling!”

 (Mr. Wrestling pumps his fist to the crowd.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 240 and hailing from a classified location, Sniper!”

 (“Bombs Over Baghdad” begins to blare through the arena sound system and a video of past Sniper matches plays on the big screen above the ramp.  Several seconds pass but no one comes out.)

 MJ:”Well, Sniper is scheduled to take on Mr. Wrestling here but we’re not sure where he is!”

 LSB:”I know Sniper pretty well.  Nobody ever knows where he is.  And he likes it that way.”

MJ:"Well.  Nobody quite knows what to do here."

(Several moments pass in silence as Mr. Wrestling and the ref look for Sniper to come down the ramp.  When no one comes, the ref shrugs his shoulders and motions to the timekeeper ringside.)

MJ:"The ref has decided to ring the bell and start a ten count."

LSB:"A ten count?  He's going to count Sniper out?  This is getting weirder by the minute."

(Mr. Wrestling begins to celebrate in the ring.)

MJ:"The ref has reached seven now and still no sign of Sniper.  Eight................Nine....................Ten.  They are ringing the bell."

CM:"Your winner, via countout, Mr. Wrestling!"

(Mr. Wrestling pumps his fist to the crowd once again and runs around the ring in joy.)

MJ:"Unbelievable!  Mr. Wrestling picks up a count out victory over Sniper!  This can't be good for Sniper's momentum going into the title tournament."

LSB:"Sniper has always marched to the beat of his own drum, but I'm somewhat surprised that he no-showed here tonight.

MJ:"It looks like Mr. Wrestling has grabbed the mic from Cindy!"

Mr. Wrestling:"They said I couldn't do it!  They said I would never get a win in the USCW.  But I have worked hard and the hard work has paid off.  Sniper got one look at the schedule and decided it was better to not show up than take a beating from Mr. Wrestling.  He is a coward!  And I wish he was here right now so I could tell him that to his face and slap him around if he gave me any lip!"

(Suddenly the lights go out in the arena.)

LSB:"What the?"

MJ:"We are in the dark here.  Who turned out the lights?"

(The lights return and the scenery in the ring has changed.  Mr. Wrestling is still standing in the ring, but behind him now is Sniper.)

MJ:”Sniper is here!  He's here!  And he has gone straight to the Columbian Neck Tie!  Mr. Wrestling is struggling to get free but with no success!  Now he is out cold!"

LSB:”Sniper didn't show for the match, but he showed when he got called out after the match.  And once he locks in that Columbian Neck Tie, it's all over but the crying.  And possible loss of bowel control.”

MJ:"Sniper drops Mr. Wrestling now and stares down at his motionless body with a scowl."

(The lights once again go black.)
 
MJ:”Not again.  Did the CEO pay the light bill?  That's the third time tonight."

(The lights flash on once again and Sniper is nowhere to be seen.)

LSB:"Now he's gone again.  Anything having to do with Sniper is nothing if not unpredictable."

MJ:"So Sniper doesn't come down for the match but attacks Mr. Wrestling afterwards.  This was a truely bizarre turn of events.  How would you rate Sniper’s chances at becoming the next champ Scott?

 LSB:”He’s held the title before by winning a tournament just like this one.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he did it again.  But this tournament has a lot of talent in it, as you will see as the night goes on.  It depends on what his motivations are.  The title isn't always Sniper's focus.  He plays these mind games all the time.  He may not even be here in the USCW to wrestle and win titles.  He may have alterior motives.  He may be working for someone.  You just never know with him.  We'll just have to wait and see.”

 MJ:”Indeed we will.  And speaking of seeing, there is a lot of this next wrestler to see.  Next up is the Native American giant we heard from earlier, the man who calls himself the One True Warrior.”

 LSB:”More like the one true waste of time.”

 MJ:”Cindy, take it away.”

 CM:”This next match is set for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, “Iron” Mike Sharpe!”

 (Sharpe nods and raises his right arm.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 375lbs. and hailing from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, Thunderbolt Lightfoot!”

 (“The Last Of The Mohicans” starts to play as Lightfoot makes his way to the ring.  Once again white hot pyros shoot from the ringposts.  His giant figure looks rather imposing as he steps over the top rope and into the ring.)

 MJ:”Lightfoot is a monster of a man at over seven feet tall.  With his buckskin leggings, moccasins, and leather headband, he makes for quite an interesting sight.  LSB, you have some history with Lightfoot don’t you?  What kind of competitor will he be here in the USCW?”

 LSB:”Lightfoot is the textbook definition of a man too nice for his own good.  He’s caught up in honor and values and crap like that.  My father and his father were friends a long time ago before my father was killed in the auto accident.  So we have had a forced interaction through the years.  At one time we even saw eye to eye.  But his feminine side has since taken over.  He’s a good wrestler, but I think playing Mr. Goody-Goody will catch up to him in this tournament.”

 MJ:”We’ll see about that as the bell has rung to get this match underway.  Sharpe charges at the big man and runs right into a big boot to the face!  Not the way Sharpe wanted to start this match.  Lightfoot picks Sharpe up now and has locked him in a bear hug!  I think that vein on Sharpe’s forehead is going to pop!”

 LSB:”Speaking of textbook definitions, that was the textbook definition of bad strategy.  Let’s go right at the huge guy.  Bring the fight to him.  Brilliant.  Has Sharpe ever actually won a match?”

 MJ:”I’d have to look it up.  Lightfoot is tired of the bear hug now and throws Sharpe to the canvas.  Sharpe staggers to his feet and Lightfoot picks him high into air and brings him down across his knee with a devastating back breaker!”

 LSB:”How much do they pay this guy?  He’s going to spend all of it in chiropractor bills after that one.”

 MJ:”Sharpe is down again and this time Lightfoot is climbing the turnbuckle!  He is going to the top rope!  I hope the ring holds together!”

 LSB:”I hope it doesn’t.  Him falling would be the most entertainment of this entire match.”

 MJ:”Lightfoot leaps now and drops a big elbow right into the chest of Sharpe!  He calls that move the "Tomahawk Drop".  This match is over.  But Lightfoot isn’t covering him.  He is picking him up and putting him on his shoulders.  What’s happening here?”

 LSB:”Lightfoot is setting up for the move he calls “The Thunder Rolls”.  I call it “The Stomach Turns.”

 MJ:”Lightfoot has climbed to the top rope and now presses Sharpe above his head!  He leaps forward and slams Sharpe to the mat, at the same time driving his shoulders into the torso of Sharpe, then rolls forward and pops to his feet!  Amazing!  And Thunderbolt lets loose a war cry before covering Sharpe.  1…………2……………3!!!!!!!”

 CM:”You’re winner, via pinfall, Thunderbolt Lightfoot!”

MJ:”Lightfoot comes away with an impressive victory.  He will certainly be a man to watch in the upcoming tournament.  What is this?  That's RJ Souza!  Souza just slid into the ring!  He's sneaking in behind Lightfoot!  Souza spears Lightfoot in the knees from behind as Lightfoot was playing to the crowd!  What a coward!  Souza is on top of Lightfoot now and is locking him in some sort of submission move!"

(The crowd begins to boo and drinks and food are hurled towards the ring.)

LSB:"It's an Indian Deathlock.  He's putting the Indian in an Indian Deathlock.  Gotta love it."

MJ:"You don't have to!  And what is this?  That's Angela Cheetem, Souza's lawyer running down the ramp.  She is yelling something at Souza.  Souza breaks his submission hold.  She's carrying Souza's black baseball bat!  She tosses it to Souza!  RJ grabs the handle with one hand. He takes both hands and tightens his grip.  Oh my goodness!"

LSB:"A home run cut by Souza connects to the small of the back of Lightfoot!  And another!  And another!"

(The crowd boos loudly.)

MJ:"This is horrible!  Souza has visciously attacked Lightfoot from behind and he could be seriously injured from those shots from the bat!"

(Souza slides under the ropes and starts to head to the back as the crowd continues to boo.  Reporter Paul Sandler meets him on the ramp.)

Paul Sandler:"RJ, what is the point of doing that to Thunderbolt Lightfoot after he just finished beating Mike Sharpe."

RJ Souza:"Let me tell you, Paul. No one likes a show off. Thunderbolt doesn't respect me.  I hear what you have to say about me, Lightfoot.
I'm not impressed with you. You are dangerously close to being sent back to your reservation like the squaw that you are. You might find yourself
doing something easier like dealing Blackjack. Look into my eyes, Injin. Your time is up. Your time of honor and corn Gods are in the past with
Sitting Bull and Tonto. I don't care that you are a 7 foot freak and stand a full foot over me. I brought you down to size once, Big man, I
will do it over and over again!!"

Paul Sandler:"Big words from a guy who just jumped the guy from behind."

RJ Souza:"Fix that problem, Paulie. CEO, I want Lightfoot in the first round. No excuses. I want to put him in the same gimmick class as
Milk Jug and Mr. Wrestling. I am going to put his ass to shame!!"

(Meanwhile, in the ring.  Thunderbolt Lightfoot has managed to get to his feet and starts trying to make his way towards Souza.)

MJ:"Somehow Lightfoot is back up!  And he wants a piece of RJ Souza!  Now security is making their way to the ring!  They have surrounded and are restraining both men.  Lightfoot throws three security guards off and charges towards Souza!  Look at the rage!  Now they have surrouned him once again.  Security is leading both men towards the back but neither seem to want to go.  Let's take a commercial break to straighten this mess out.  We will be right back with more USCW action."

MJ:”Welcome back fans.  Security has finally cleared the ringside area and we are ready to start our third match.  Cindy.”

CM:”The following contest is scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 280 pounds, Hardbody Harrison!”

 (Harrison does a little jig in the ring as the crowd wonders what the hell he is doing.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 260 pounds and hailing from Austin, Texas.  Jeff “Boomtown” Rodeo!”

 (“To Be Young” by Ryan Adams plays as Rodeo makes his way to the ring.  He is dressed in plain black tights and boots, with a t-shirt reading “Boomtown” across the front.)

 MJ:”Scott, what do you know about this youngster?”

 LSB:”Rodeo is the son of oil baron George Rodeo but has never really seen eye to eye with his Pop.  He's the front man for his own band in Austin.  He’s always had a reckless streak and has decided to try his hand here in the USCW.  We’ll see if he’s a contender or a pretender.”

 MJ:”We are ready to go here in the debut of Jeff Rodeo.  The bell sounds and Boomtown goes immediately after Harrison, pummeling him with right hands!  Harrison is staggered and Rodeo scoops him up and slams him in the middle of the ring.  Rodeo bounces off the ropes and drops a leg across the throat of Harrison!”

 LSB:”Rodeo is a quick worker.  I like that.  I’d be surprised if ole Harrison lasts very long in this one.”

 MJ:”Rodeo picks Harrison up.  Ow!  Big Ric Flair style chop across the chest of Harrison!”

 (The crowd screams “Wooooooo!”)

 MJ:”And another!”

 (“Woooooooo!”)

 MJ:”Rodeo spins Harrison around, picks him up and slams him back down with a devastating reverse suplex!  I believe he calls that the Sixth Street Suplex.  He’s pulling Harrison to his feet.  Now Rodeo is trying to pump up the crowd.  He’s setting up for the Bottle Rocket!”

 LSB(laughing):”Look out Hardbody!!”

 MJ:”And Boomtown nails him with the Bottle Rocket.  The reverse DDT has Harrison out cold!  Here’s the cover.       1……………….2………………..3!!!!”

 CM:”And your winner, via pinfall, Jeff “Boomtown” Rodeo!”

 MJ:”Rodeo with a very impressive debut Scott.  He made short work of Hardbody Harrison.”

 LSB:”Well, that was great and everything.  But does anyone remember a Hardbody Harrison match that went much longer?  But it does look like the kid has some potential.  We’ll see.”

 MJ:”We’ve seen three impressive performances here tonight and we are just getting started.  Next up is another interesting wrestler by the name of Sweardog McKrackin.  Here’s Cindy.”

 CM:”The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 205 pounds, Paco Rodriguez!”

 (Paco turns a backflip.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Gulfport, Mississippi, and accompanied by Ms. Kitty, Smackin’ Sweardog McKrackin!”

 (“Another One Bites The Dust” by “Queen” plays as Sweardog and Ms. Kitty make their way to the ring.  He is wearing black pants with a blue shirt that says “Bad Dog” on the back in orange writing.  He plays to the crowd all the way down the ramp.  He is carrying t-shirts with him and tossing them periodically into the crowd.  As he approaches ringside, there is a young fan there with his dad.  Sweardog hands him a t-shirt and smiles, then rolls into the ring.  There is a scream from the young ladies as he removes his blue shirt and tosses it to Ms. Kitty at ringside.)

 MJ:”Let's see, I'm trying to make out those t-shirts.  "I just got a mudhole stomped in my ass by Sweardog".  Interesting.  Sweardog certainly has the crowd behind him as he takes on Rodriguez.  What do you know about McKrackin LSB?”

 LSB:”He’s a wannabe all the way.  Look at him playing to the crowd like a damn sissy.  Something tells me that beautiful lady he’s got with him will be with someone else pretty soon.  If he cared half as much about actual wrestling as he did trying to look good and caring what the crowd thinks, he might be good enough to try and carry a real wrestlers jock strap.  But as it stands, I’m thinking my boy Paco might have a chance to pull this one off.”

 MJ:”We are ready to go here as the bell rings.  Paco charges at Sweardog but McKrackin goes on the offensive with a series of punches and kicks that pushes Rodriguez back! Sweardog ties Paco up now and is delivering a series of knee shots to the head.  Brutal!  Sweardog seems to be pretty effective so far LSB.”

 LSB:”Did you know that Rodriguez’s middle name is Rodriguez?  His name is Paco Rodriguez Rodriguez.”

 MJ:”Thank you for that important insight.  Paco is laid out now and Sweardog has him mounted and is raining down right hands.  Sweardog picks him up now and there is an irish whip.  Paco bounces off the far ropes and Sweardog gets a running start and grabs him in mid stride and delivers a powerful chokeslam!  He calls that running chokeslam the Dog Slam!”

 LSB:”I hope he didn’t hurt himself thinking of what to call that one.  Come on Paco!”

 MJ:”Sweardog has Paco up now and it looks like he is asking the fans at ringside something.  What is he doing?”

LSB:”I think he is asking them what finishing move they want to see.  Yo brain surgeon.  Did it occur to you this is your first match?  So how the hell would they even know what your finishing moves are?  MJ and I know because it’s our job.  Why don’t you let them see a couple of them before you go off making people decide?  Come on Paco!"

MJ:"Sweardog is motioning to that kid in the front row he gave the shirt to.  The kid throws the shirt into the ring.  And Sweardog just put the shirt on Paco!  Apparently the fans have decided on a finishing move!  He picks Paco straight up into a suplex position.  He’s holding him there in a vertical position for several seconds now.  He spins around a couple of times and brings Paco down hard into a brainbuster DDT!  That’s the move he calls the Dogtooth!

1……………………..2……………………….3!”

 CM:”Your winner, via pinfall, Smackin’ Sweardog McKrackin!”

 (The crowd cheers loudly.)

 MJ:”I guess he picked the right one.  Sweardog quickly dispatches of Paco Rodriguez.  He looks ready to shine in the World Title Tournament.  And look at this, Sweardog has now motioned for the kid to come into the ring.  His dad helps him into the ring.  Sweardog is motioning to Ms. Kitty and she tosses his blue "Bad Dog" shirt to Sweardog."

Sweardog:"What's your name?"

Little boy:"Timmy."

Sweardog:"Here you go Timmy, for my good luck charm.  That other shirt had some bad words anyway.  You are welcome to come to any of my matches buddy."

(Sweardog lifts the little boy onto his shoulders and pumps his fist as the crowd cheers.)

MJ:"Fans, we’re going to take another short break."

LSB:"Good thing, I think I'm going to be sick."

MJ:"We’ll have more USCW action right after this."

MJ:”Welcome back everyone.  During that commercial break, our backstage camera caught some footage that you fans might be interested in.  Check this out.”

(Footage rolls.)

CEO Adams:”What?  What do you mean he’s not going to wrestle tonight?  He is in the curtain closer.  Of course he’s going to wrestle.”

Angela Cheetem:”You see these numbers? RJ gets a standard percent of T-shirt sales.  These numbers are not close. So unless your initials go here 
and here, you are going to be short one former World Champion.”

Adams:”This is ridiculous.  I won’t have you ruining my show tonight so for the sake of that I’m probably signing.  But don’t expect this type of 
“negotiation” to be effective in the future.  Bring that contract by my office.  I want my lawyer to take a look at it.  If he approves there is nothing 
funny in there, I’ll sign it before Souza wrestles tonight.”

AC:”Nice doing business with you. I will advise you against any screw jobs because of this minor detail.”

Adams:”I will advise you against taking that tone with me.  I’m the one in charge here.  Don’t let your mouth write a check that his ass can’t cash.  
If you’re really on his side, making me mad is not in your best interest.  That attack on Lightfoot earlier already doesn't have me in the best mood 
to deal with either one of you.”

AC:”Talk to me like that again and you will be on the wrong side of a judgment that will pay me!! Trust me, I know enough to put you out of business 
before you get started!!!”

 Adams(coldly):”If you know what’s good for both of you, we’ll see more of him around here.  And less of you.”

 (Adams storms off just as RJ Souza walks up with Destiny.)

 Destiny:”You just make everyone happy, huh?”

 AC:”I always fight for my client. He had that one coming.  He was trying to screw you.”

 Destiny:”How much?”

 AC:”Two percent!!”

 RJ Souza:”I almost held out for that?? Don't expect to be on his Christmas card list.”

 AC:”I’m running this by his office and I'm done here. I'll see you back in Oakland on Friday. I got some new papers for you to sign for insurance.”

 RJ Souza:”Yeah, Angie. Call you when I get in.”

 (Scene fades out.)

 MJ:”Some interesting developments with new wrestler RJ Souza, who will be making his debut here later tonight.  LSB, what do you make of all that?”

 LSB:”Well, as a successful business man myself, I understand where Cheetem is coming from.  But she might want to watch how she addresses the CEO.  He is a powerful man around here.  You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.  And that was at the very least a strong nibble.”

 CM:”The following contest is scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 245 pounds, Mr. Wrestling II!”

 LSB:”There’s a Mr. Wrestling II?  One was bad enough.”

 (Mr. Wrestling II raises the roof.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds and hailing from Boston, Mass., Dr. Nicholas Thanatos!”

 (“Eat The Rich” by Aerosmith blasts from the sound system as Thanatos makes his way to the ring.  He is wearing green medical scrubs covered by a white lab coat.  As he gets to the ring, he removes the coat and starts some stretching exercises.)

 MJ:”Let’s see what the doctor prescribes for this match.”

 (Baxter rolls his eyes in digust.)

 MJ:”The two men are stalking each other now, looking for an opening.  Mr. Wrestling II moves in and Thanatos hits him with a dropkick to the knee!  That may have blown a ligament in his knee out!”

 LSB:”That was a nice move.  Looks like the doctor knows his anatomy.  Find a weak spot and go for it.”

 MJ:”He picks Mr. Wrestling II up now and sets him up for what looks like, yes, a double arm suplex!  Mr. Wrestling II crashes to the mat.”

 LSB:”For someone who claimed an amateur background, he sure has been a quick study for the pro game.  The doctor is a technically sound wrestler.  And judging from those freaky eyes, he is a tad crazy to boot.”

 MJ:”Thanatos picks Mr. Wrestling II up and nails him with a right hand.  Irish whip, and Thanatos flips Mr Wrestling II over with a powerful clothesline!"

LSB:"Look at the look in his eyes.  He is really enjoying inflicting some pain here."

MJ:"Thanatos picks him up again and…flapjack into the turnbuckle!  He calls that move the Lobotomy!  Mr. Wrestling II is in a lot of trouble now!”

 LSB:”Thanatos is wasting no time taking Mr. Wrestling II apart.  I kinda like this guy.

 MJ:”Thanatos picks him up one more time and there is the Thanatopsy!  A cross powerbomb into a pin!
1………………..2……………………….3!!!!”

 CM:”And you winner, via pinfall, Dr. Nicholas Thanatos!”

 MJ:”Yet another impressive debut!  This world title tournament is going to be something else Scott.”

 LSB:”We can agree on that MJ.  Is that the doctor laughing that maniacal laugh I hear coming from the ring?  This Thanatos guy even scares me a little bit.  A very freaky cat.”

 MJ:”Next up is yet another debut.   A newcomer from here pretty close to Jackson.  Cindy.”

 CM:”The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Tokyo, Japan, Tyoshi Sakuraba!”

 (Sakuraba goes through a series of kicks which ends with a big roundhouse.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 242 pounds and hailing from Montgomery, Alabama, Matt Reyman!”

 (Reyman makes his way to the ring while “Sweet Home Alabama” plays loudly over the arena sound system.)

 MJ:”Let’s see what this newcomer brings to the table.  The bell sounds and the two men circle each other.  Sakuraba tries to close the distance with a kick to the leg but Reyman catches it!  He spins Sakuraba around and then kicks him in the gut.  Sakuraba is stunned.  Reyman picks him up and drops him back down hard with a suplex.”

 LSB:”Looks like another technician.  What ever happened to brawlers?  Doesn’t anyone just brawl anymore?  Even the damn near 400lb. guy tried to be technical.  Somebody mix in a real power move for crying out loud.”

 MJ:”Reyman is on the mat with Sakuraba now and is applying a camel clutch.  He’s really applying some torque to Sakuraba’s neck.   It looks like Sakuraba was about to tap but Reyman releases the hold.  He brings Sakuraba back to his feet.  Sakuraba is out of it.”

 LSB:”You know what I would like to see?  How about a tournament between all the losers here tonight?  We could crown him the World Ass-Sucking Champion.  These matches will be much more entertaining when the guys from the tournament are actually fighting each other.”

 MJ:”Reyman is measuring Sakuraba and nails him with a stiff heart punch!  Sakuraba goes does like a sack of potatoes!“

 LSB:”Have you ever actually seen a sack of potatoes?  Do you know what they fall like?  Stupid expression.  But you’re right.  Reyman has got this one.”

 MJ:”Reyman is locking Sakuraba up in Southern Comfort!  His version of the Texas Cloverleaf is a devastating submission move and Sakuraba is quickly tapping out!”

 CM:”Your winner, via submission, Matt Reyman!”

 MJ:”Seems to be quite an impressive wrestler.  What are your thoughts LSB?”

 LSB:”Well, it’s hard to judge here tonight.  I’d like to see him against some harder competition before I judge him one way or the other.”

 (Crowd cheers loudly for Reyman as he pumps his fist on the way back up the ramp.)

 MJ:”Well, you may be undecided but if you listen to this crowd it seems everyone loves Reyman.”

 LSB:”Surely you didn’t just say that.  This is the first show.  Don’t do this to me.”

(Baxter buries his head in his hands against the announcer's table.)

 MJ:”Well folks, six debuts down and two more to go.  Let’s take it to Cindy for our next match.”

 CM:”The following contest is set for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring.  Weighing in at 224 pounds, Hans Freigen!”

 (Freigen completely ignores the crowd.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 227 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Lily Rose, and hailing from Oxford, England, Simon Rose!”

 ("In Like the Rose" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club plays as Simon Rose prances to the ring.  He is wearing an elaborately designed purple and white robe which contrasts with his straight, dark hair.  He is trailed by the lovely brunette, Lily. )

 MJ:”I’ve heard some interesting things about Simon and his wrestling style backstage Scott.  What have you heard?”

 LSB:”If the word backstage is right, Rose relies on pure speed and agility in his matches.  He is in phenomenal shape, but relies on a “quickness over power” type approach.  A wrestler that must pattern himself after me, MJ.  But I doubt he is as quick as “Lightning”.

 MJ:”We’ll soon see.  The bell rings and the two men circle each other, feeling each other out.  Freigen charges at Rose and Rose takes him down with an arm drag!  Freigen up quickly and charges again.  Another arm drag!  And now a third!  Wow!  This Rose is quick!”

 LSB:”Maybe he is as quick as “Lightning”.  I’m still smarter and better looking.”

 MJ:”Freigen staggers to his feet and he is quickly met by a DDT from Rose!  Freigen is laid out in the middle of the ring.  Rose sprints towards the ropes, jumps, and nails Freigen with a huge springboard moonsault!  Did you see the elevation he got on that thing!”

 LSB:”USCW will have to make sure we book arenas with extra high ceilings.   Even I have to admit that was pretty impressive.”

 MJ:”Rose is quickly on Freigen again, this time it looks like he is putting him in a submission move.  He locks his leg up for what looks like an STF, but then he combines it with a full nelson hold!  That’s the Wilter!  Freigen has no defense and no choice but to tap out!”

 CM:”Your winner, via submission, Simon Rose!”

 MJ:”Simon Rose showed that quickness we were talking about and simply overwhelmed Hans Freigen with it.  He could be a tough match up in the tournament.”

 (Lily helps Simon puts his robe back on and both head to the back.)

 LSB:”You would definitely have to be prepared for it.  But if one of these other huge guys got a hold of him, it could be ugly.  Should make for an interesting style match up in the title tournament.”

 MJ:”We are nearing the end of tonight’s broadcast.  We have one more match to go.  Let’s take it to Cindy for the introductions.”

 CM:”The following contest is scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 330 pounds, Milk Jug Mahoney!”

 (Milk Jug pops the straps of his overalls with his thumbs.)

 CM:”And his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds and hailing from Oakland, California, “Bad Karma” RJ Souza!”

("Tougher than Leather" by Run DMC starts up. The lyrics give way to the music and RJ Souza comes down the ailse with his Baseball bat over his shoulder. He is wearing black jean shorts, black boots and black Ray-Ban sunglasses. His black shirt has white lettering that reads "Your Mother Should Have Swallowed, but I didn't have five more dollars" He gets into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He gets a microphone.)

 "Bad Karma" RJ Souza:”Hey, Dumbass!!”

 (Milk Jug just looks at RJ.)

 Souza:”Yeah, you. Listen. I know you were standing in a puddle of piss when you saw your name on the wrong side of mine. I feel like I am in a 
very good mood.  So I am going to offer you an out. You can walk out of the ring scott free right now and just quit. I will even sign over the winner 
purse money to you and your seven starving redneck children.  I know they rather play with their Daddy while he has his knees still attached to 
his keg sized stomach.”

 (The crowd begins to boo.)

 Souza:”I can't help knowing that you will see one of those youn'ins on Jerry Springer one day, talking about she's leaving her boyfriend to prostitute 
for her legless pappy. So save yourself some embarrassment and leave now. Hey Ref. Give this guy the contract so I can get on the next plane out 
of this two horse town.”

 (As Milk Jug turns to face the ref, his back is turned to RJ. RJ runs at him with the bat and nails him in the back.  The crowd boos loudly.)

 MJ:”What a cheap shot from Souza!  And now Souza tosses the bat out of the ring and the ref signals that the match  is starting!  But Milk Jug is 
already out on his feet!”

 LSB:”I like this guy.  Ruthless aggression.  Gotta love it.”

 MJ:”I think he’s despicable.  Souza whips Mahoney into the ropes and nails him with a clothesline.  He hops up on the second rope, and crashes 
down onto Milk Jug with a leg drop.”

 LSB:”Quit playing around Souza.  I got a flight to catch.”

 MJ:”Souza is now waiting in the corner for Milk Jug to stagger to his feet.  He finally does and Souza nails him with a super kick!  He calls that 
the Karma Kick!  He picks the stunned Milk Jug up.  He taunts Milk Jug for a second and nails him with the Bad Karma Drop!  That three step 
DDT is going to be all she wrote!

1……………………..2……………………………….3!!!”

 CM:”You winner, via pinfall, “Bad Karma” RJ Souza!”

 (Souza retrieves his bat and makes his way to the back as the crowd starts to boo again.)

 MJ:”Souza makes it look easy with a win over Milk Jug Mahoney and now we have had a chance to see all eight participants in the World Title 
Tournament, which starts next week.”

 LSB:”I honestly couldn’t pick a favorite right now MJ.  These are some tough competitors.”

 (“Hey Man Nice Shot” by Filter starts to play again as CEO Adams walks out onto the ramp.  He has a microphone in hand and is speed walking to the ring.)

 MJ:”Here’s the CEO again!  This must be that announcement he promised concerning the World Title Tournament.”

 LSB:”Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

 (The CEO slides into the ring and after a dramatic pause, begins to speak.)

 Adams:”Have you enjoyed tonight’s show?”

 (The crowd pops with approval.)

Adams:”Well, there is one last piece of business left to take care of this evening.   And that is concerning the World Title Tournament.   I  know there have been people begging for specific first round matches but I set the matches around here.  Always have, always will.   They were set long before tonight.  So nothing that happened here tonight has influenced them.  I figured the fair way to set the brackets  would be to set them by the order the wrestlers were signed by the league.    First versus eighth.  Second versus seventh.  So on.  So with no further adeu.  The matches are:

 Adams:”Those are your first round match ups!  Wrestlers, you don't like them?  Tough.  Win your way into the match you want.  Be careful how you recklessly attack people from behind.  Some of your own "Bad Karma" may come back to haunt you.  These four matches will take place Monday, July 12th in the Big Easy, New Orleans, Louisiana!  Get ready for a night of great USCW action!"

 (The crowd explodes into cheers, obviously looking forward to the event.  CEO Adams raises a fist to the crowd before sliding out of the ring as "Hey Man, Nice Shot" starts to kick in.)

MJ:"We have the first round matches!  I can’t wait for the 12th.  We’re out of time folks!  Until next time, I’m Mike Johnson for “Lightning” Scott Baxter, good night everybody!”

 (The scene fades with a shot of the USCW logo in the middle of the ring.)