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Main Event

Ladder Match for the World Title

Grudge Match

No DQ, Submission match for the World TV Title.

Brickhouse Match for the Harcore Title

No DQ's, No count-outs, whoever drops a load of bricks on thier opponents first...wins.

Mystery Match

Bryce takes on an unknown opponent

More matches to come. Card always schedual to change.

A black screen. A "Bitter Sweet Symphony" by the Verve begins to play…Mercy's sweat drenched face flashes upon the screen, and just as quickly is gone as the opening melody plays on. Again his face appears, changed in position, but still taken from the same moment. The face vanishes again…

As the song gets through it's opening melody Bryan Mercy's face flashes back on the screen. His eyes wide, his hair plastered against his face in sweat, he looks to the crowd with a childish smile on his face…

His image is abruptly replaced by Keith Wildwing's…his body tired and worn he holds the JWA World Title loose in hi hands. A look of content upon his face…

Banshee's red eyes ignite the screen as he replaces Wildwing's image. A sickened look on his face he throws his head back and releases a silent scream…

Then War's face appears. A cocky smile upon his lips he speaks unheard words into a mic…

War's image too flashes away as then, quickly, footage from some of the JWA's more notable past matches begin to hit the screen..

The end to the controversial Mercy/Wildwing match…

Faith and Mass Carnage as they battle it out at And Justice For All. Blood and sweat soaked…

Jon Clark, as he seals himself a victory over Wildwing for the World title…

Clark Gregory, as he attacks the many ethnic ring announcers at a Thursday Vengence…

A blank screen reappears as this image is displayed.

A fourth says "Splish Splash, Oasis is Hardcore"

Biff Wellington: Welcome to Toronto's Sky Dome, For the J.W.A's Blind Justice, The Molson is flowing through every vein of these people here tonight, Including our special guest commentator for this first match up tonight, he is a former president, A master mind behind the scenes here in the J.W.A, Tommy and I introduce to you, Jason Taylor.

Between Riley and Wellington a man crawls up onto a chair, slamming a half empty bottle of Molson Canadian on the announcer's table.

Taylor: Back in rasslin once again Stiff, I uhh, must say it is a good ting. I mean thing.

Tommy Riley: Who is this bum, Not only did he spill that cheap foaming slop on my new shoes, He can barely talk, Someone get him the hell out of here.

Biff Wellington: Calm down Riley, Chadman invited him here tonight. You don't wanna lose the only job he you have here do you, being he won't let you wrestle.

Tommy Riley: You know something Wellington, your one step away from being destroyed. The only reason Chadman won't let me wrestle here, is because I would dominate all his talent. I am the greatest gift to the wrestling world. You know that, As well as I do.

Taylor: Let's get to the ring

"Lookin at Me" by Mase hits the pa, as the fans jump to their feet, Peyton Bryce comes walking out, cocky grin, a couple of peck flexes, and he jumps into the ring. He then pulls out a microphone.

Being I could beat every one of the wrestlers on the J.W.A's roster tonight if I felt like it, I have a special surprise for everyone here in the Skydome, I know how you all act like you like me, but it reality, You all wanna be me. So tonight, I'm going to stir it up a bit, And I'm going to beat one of you tonight.

Bryce walks around the ring, looking over the fans near ringside.

Peyton Bryce:No, not you, You wouldn't last a second with me, Nope, not you either, Your teeth must be cold up here in Toronto, being they have that yellow jacket on them, No, not you, Your too cross eyed.

Bryce continues to walk around to he finds a fat man yelling smack at him. He stops and points for security to escort the guy over the railing, As they do, The guy trips and falls on his face. The crowd erupts in laughter and so does Bryce. Finally the fat guy gets up, the referee tells him that this will be an actual match up. The fat guy agrees to the match and jiggles his way into the ring.

Tommy Riley: Now this here should be a real test for fatso, not that I am a big Bryce fan, but he is not in any condition to be stepping foot inside a wrestling ring.

Taylor: I'd have to agree, this guy hasn't been to the gym in quite a while, if he has even been there whatsoever in his pitiful existence.

Biff Wellington: The two men are circling one another, Bryce looking awful cocky, which is to be expected here tonight, The fat man plunges forward as does Bryce, But wait Bryce backs off, And turns back to the fans to toss a couple more insults.

Tommy Riley: Bryce now comes back around and begins to circle the slob once again, he steps forward, and again the fat man follows, Bryce once again backing off to exchange words with the fans.

Taylor: What the hell do you call this, Are these two clowns going to wrestle tonight, or not (taking a big long sip of his beer)

Biff Wellington: Now they finally lock up, Bryce and the fact man exchange grapples, but Bryce once again backs off.

Tommy Riley: You know what, This is really beginning to discuss me.

Taylor: Well it might get better, Bryce now turns around and grabs a hold of one of the fat man's drumstick like arms and whips him into the ropes. Bryce bounces off the opposite side and lands a big shoulder block to the fat mans women like breasts.

Bryce begins to do a little cocky dance towards the fans, As they begin to boo loudly

Taylor: You know what, I really don't care too much for this Bryce character, here he goes again, he has a grin ear to ear on him this time as he stands the round mound back to his feet, He whips him again into the ropes, as the fat guy wobbles his way to the one side, Bryce bounces back off the other, Looking as if it is time for another shoulder block..

Tommy Riley: Whoa!! Haha, Bryce is down! Bryce is down!!, too much weight to contend with, five hundred pounds versus two hundred there, and looks like the five hundred won…Fat Flop for the cover…

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2

Biff Wellington: He isn't getting up…he's wigglin, but he can't get through all the flab on this one…

3!!!

The crowd bursts into laughter, as do Riley, Taylor, and Wellington, Bryce sits on the mat, looking as if a tear has come to his eye…

Crowd:You lost to the fat guy, you lost to the fat guy!!!!

Taylor: What an upset!, Bryce is running to the back, hands cupped over his ears, I'm going to try to recruit the fat guy, Later.

Taylor stumbles up and raises the hand of the fat guy, and they walk to the back.

Biff Wellington: What a shocker there folks, As That fan pinned Peyton Bryce here at Blind Justice. His arrogance finally caught up with him.

Tommy Riley: Yeah well he just ain't got the talent that I do. I'm the greatest technical wrestler to lace up boots. By the way Mercy I'm better than you and don't forget it.

President Chadman has now entered the ring. He seems to be very happy right now, and has the JWA Trans-Atlantic title laying over his shoulder. He grabs a mic.

Chadman: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to introduce the NEW JWA Trans-Atlantic champion! He has just resigned with JWA in a multi-year, multi-million dollar deal, and has gone through a few gives a pleased smile changes as of late with the help of myself, Benjamin Duke, and the JWA merchandising team. But without further ado, let me introduce you to "Wicked Rage" Clark Gregory!

Clark's music begins to play, as the lights go out. Ice blue lights begin to flash throughout the arena, and Clark steps out from behind the curtains to a surprisingly large ovation. His hair is now gelled into a nice stylish cut, he's wearing blue sunglasses, a tight blue T-shirt, and black leather pants, with black boots. He actually looks like a true performer. He looks back and forth to all of the fans that are now cheering for him, and a slight smirk grows across his face, but he's trying not to show too much pleasure. He slowly walks to the ring, climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes, blue lights still flashing through the arena. He finally hits the middle of the ring, and the lights go off, but a second later, there is an explosion as the ring posts spray blue fireworks into the air, and Clark is in the center of it all in a cross pose, looking into the air. The lights come back on, and he turns to Chadman in the middle of the ring. They shake hands as Chadman hands him the belt, which Clark quickly wraps around his slim waist. Clark then grabs the microphone.

Wicked Rage: Surprise surprise, Mr. Gregory just sold out. I don't think so! It was just time for me to leave the freaks, the slackers, the morons, and all the other queers that were annoying the crap out of me, and let my true colors show! It's time for Clark Gregory to shine around here.

Now I already see that there's a little bit of decenscion in the JWA ranks over whether I'm a deserving champion or not. They think that i was just in the right place at the right time, and I haven't earned this strap around my waist. Well listen, there's an open contract in the back right now. I expect it to be signed by any of the doubters out there, so I can show you what Wicked Rage is all about. Step right up, and on the next Vengeance, i'm going to knock your ass down!

With that, Clark gets set to exit the ring, but is stopped by Chadman, who grabs the microphone.

Chadman: Oh, Clark, by the way, I got a little surprise for you. Call it a signing bonus. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Clark Gregory's new valet, Cherri!

A spotlight shines on the entrance, where a beautiful, girlish redhead is standing with a microphone. She is wearing a belly shirt, and tight jeans. After waving to the crowd for a moment, she speaks in a very youthful voice.

Hello Clark. I think we're going to make a great team and take you to a new level, sexy. But I don't wanna take your moment from you, so let's go back stage and pop.. uh, get to know each other.

Biff Wellington: Who would have thought it Clark Gregory would change his ways. Or even calm down. I guess Prez Chadman is truly a shrewd businessman. Up next we have the Hardcore Title Match, Oasis, Faith , and War go at it in an interesting Brickhouse rules contest.

Tommy Riley: Can you believe these guys think they can wrestle? They can't . This kind of match makes me sick. The only one with any talent is my MoA brother Faith.

Biff Wellington:Please Riley, these guys are as big a part of wrestling as you are. These guys put there bodies on the line every night. Can you say the same?

Tommy Riley : Yeah I do, besides how smart do you got to be to get nailed by a steel chair? How much strategy does it take to be a human pin cushion. Not much. I do as much damage and I don't need a weapon. My hands are my weapon. Nuff Said.

[Quick note: Though this match was announced under different rules from the original Brickhouse match at Reload, it has been adapted to the original rules explained below. . . enjoy. . .]

Biff Wellington: Okay, well here we go with our Hardcore Title match-up. The crew is still putting the finishing touches on the newly revised Brickhouse surrounding the ring. Instead of the varying heights of the four walls we have 10 foot all around and. . .

That horrific version of 'Spice up your life' begins to play as a wave of jeers overcomes it. A disgruntled Mr. kavoN himself makes his way through the curtain, a look of disgust on his face from the music of his alter-ego blaring. He forces a smile out and waves to the crowd as he makes his way to Biff Wellington's position. Wellington tries to stop the inevitable, but is too late as Mickey dons a headset as Security is forced by contract to remove Riley for this match.

Suddenly though, 'I kissed a girl' revs up timidly as that 4'11 98 pound weakling Torch steps through the curtain. A few sparks begin to spew, but Torch is touched by one and begins to scream. He falls down and is nudged along by a few security people. He rolls slowly down the and stops at the feet of Biff Wellington. Biff begins to laugh and cringe at the same time and Torch puts on a headset.

Torch: OW!! THEY HURT!!

Biff Wellington: I thought you were deported after that kangaroo rat investigation!!!! What are you back for? Please, get out!! GET OUT NOW!!!

Torch: Oh and what are you gonna do *igger????

Biff Wellington: WHY I OUGHTTA. . .!

Torch cringes back as Biff goes to hit him. He stops though, and just gives him a simple poke to the nose. Torch falls out of his chair from the 'forceful' blow and runs away. The crowd is in hysterics as he screams loud obscenities. As he reaches the top, he trips over his own feet and goes careening off the stage and into a well-positioned open dumpster. He climbs out after a few moments of sobbing and walks to the back, covered with women's maxi pad wrappers.

Biff Wellington: What a racist loser. . . anywa. . .

kavoN: What the hell's the deal with my music? Damn. . . I invent a match and this stuff happens?

Biff Wellington: YOU INVENT THIS MATCH? I BELIEVE IT WAS SOMEONE CLOSELY RELATED TO YOU BUT. . .

kavoN: Biff. . . Biff. . .calm down. . . I'm your friend. . . let Drown be your friend. . . okay? Please. . . it's okay. . . and don't mention the other name, it's against the copyright. . .

Biff Wellington: God, I'm working with a psychopath. . . anyway, there's 10 foot walls all around the ring and a big truck like Mickey Mo. . .excuse me. . . kavoN envisioned in his own strange little mind.. Of course, the rules are to escape the Brickhouse and drive that truck up onto the top of the stage.

kavoN: Don't forget the shovels and the sledgehammers!!!! They're important!!!!

Biff Wellington: Yeah, right. . . sledgehammers and shovels all around as well as chairs and other stuff. . . is that good enough Mickey?

kavoN : .....................................

Biff Wellington : Is it?!?!

kavoN : Why is it that your name sounds like a main course?

Biff Wellington : Let's get to the match. . . Sweet Lou, take it away. . .

Sweet Lou : Introducing first, from Bombay, India. . . he weighs in at 201 pounds. . . he is a former JWA Television Champion. . . the 'The Prince of Waves' . . . OASIS!!!!

'I only like it when it rains' by Garbage starts up as Oasis strolls out. An intent stare at the Brickhouse dominates his expression. The crowd's decent pop pumps him up as he climbs quickly up the ladder allowing people into the Brickhouse. He gives a few words to the referee inside, who is there for no apparent reason, and waits for his competition. . .

Sweet Lou: Introducing second. . . weighing in at 320 pounds, he is one of the founding members of the Innovators of Violence. . . coming to the ring at this time, WAR!!!!!

As Oasis' music dies down, Notorious B.I.G.'s 'Somebody's Gotta Die' blares, as a loud yet mixed reaction for WAR is heard. A few old school TWD fans scream at the top of their lungs while the more uninformed one's stick back. WAR walks slowly down the isle, a shit-eating grin on his face. He climbs the ladder, pausing to pose a few times until he descends the brick wall. He cautiously picks up a sledge and stands on the opposite side of Oasis. Oasis picks up a chair as WAR's theme dies down. Sweet Lou continues. . .

Sweet Lou: And coming down the isle now. . . the last competitor in the Brickhouse match, he is. . .FAITH!!!!

'Armageddon' by Trevor Rabin starts up as Faith walks to the ring. Clad in that pale orange gear, he seems cool and calculated as he approaches the Brickhouse. He brushes shoulders with a fan whose face is hidden by Faith's body. He exchanges a few words until the fan is sat down by security. He climbs into the Brickhouse and quickly picks up a shovel. He steps into the ring, and the match begins. . .

DING. . .DING. . .DING. . .

Biff Wellington: All three kind of staring each other down right now. WAR with that sledge seems to be wielding the most powerful object right now though. Faith and WAR look poised to strike, until Oasis quickly slides out and goes for the brick wall. He's trying to escape, but WAR slides out and crushes him with a shot to the kidneys. He raises that sledge. . . and Faith clips his knee before that weapon came down through Oasis's skull.

kavoN: Faith goes after him like a rabid dog on a weiner man.

Biff Wellington: ..........................

kavoN: What?

Biff Wellington Please don't talk. . .please. . . anyway, Faith is mounting WAR with a few shots to the head. WAR rolls him though, and. . . OH! WAR slingshots Faith into Oasis. They both crumple up as they collide with the brick wall. Wow, I'm surprised the wall didn't come down, seeing as how the mortar's only been laid about two-to-three days ago. WAR seems to be ready to go out, but his weight hold him down quite a bit. Oasis gets up first and he grabs a. . . what appears to be that sledge that WAR ha. . .

--THUD--

WAR falls off the wall as Oasis crushes him in the ribs with the sledge. Faith quickly responds though as gets on to the apron and nails Oasis with a somersault plancha. Faith takes his choice of the fallen warriors, and decisively picks WAR, as he rolls him into the ring. Nailing WAR with a knee drop, Faith goes for those crushed ribs and hooks his arms and legs into a variation of a longbow submission. WAR screams in pain and tries to fight it, but as big as he is he can't power out without his midsection. Oasis is back on the apron though, he slingshots and nails WAR with a springboard drop kick to the side.

Faith steps away from WAR, and quickly nails Oasis with a back body drop. Oasis then counters a hair grab with a leg sweep and hits him with a quick corkscrew leg drop. He sends Faith into the ropes, yet WAR still has resiliency left as he hits Faith with a hard clothesline. Oasis however, takes WAR up for a hip-toss. WAR blocks it with his larger size, but the resourceful Oasis drops him with a DDT out of it. Faith comes from behind and takes down Oasis with a heel-kick and then drops WAR jaw-first against his knee. Faith quickly hooks WAR for a backslide, but hooking his jaw, Faith jumps up with a backbreaker/neckbreaker on WAR and folds him up.

WAR bounces up off of the mat, bewildered with pain. Faith suddenly gets clipped by Oasis, who is once again tripped up by the extremely tough WAR. Oasis then goes for a quebrada off the ropes, but as he lands the moonsault, WAR catches him. Throwing him back, Oasis blindly takes down an upright Faith and hooks him in an inverted headlock. Faith pushes him forward though and Oasis connects hard with the point of his shoulderblade into WAR's ribs. Faith then jumps on Oasis's back with his own inverted headlock and tries to lock the legs for the Farewell to Flesh. Oasis fights it, squirming uncontrollably as he tries to keep his chin from being pushed into Faith's forearm. Faith though, finally hooks it, and Oasis writhes in agony. Oasis rocks into a bridge motion, trying to reduce the pressure. He seems to be doomed here, as WAR is still down clutching his midsection.

Biff Wellington: Oasis seems to be going out as he stares back at Faith with a look of confusion on his face. Wait, he bridges up, trying to reverse it. . . OH! But WAR finally makes it back to his feet and connects with a hard lowblow to Oasis. He then jams an elbow into Faith's face, and Oasis rolls over out of the ring, near unconscious. WAR traps Faith in the buckles, and he nails him repeatedly with right hands to the face, but Faith quickly picks him up and forces the big man down with a spine buster, making sure to send all of his weight into WAR's ribcage. WAR once again yells in pain. WAR is kicked a few times, before Faith mounts the top. He looks around steadily as he tries to balance. . . and oh! What a senton splash on the ribs. Faith slowly drags himself out of the ring and begins to climb the brick wall. He's trying to get a foothold in that deep mortar, and he's about halfway. Oasis still not moving however. WAR begins to stir though and he tries to get out of the ring. Oasis is crawling over too though. What's this? They leap and both grab hold of Faith. Faith fights them off, trying to escape it, but the brick is too slick. . . Faith comes down and slaps the concrete!!

kavoN: His head bounced off the concrete like Pamela Anderson's breasts during a running scene!

Biff Wellington: What did I deserve to get him? Huh? And it's Pamela Lee, she's still married. . . Man. . . okay, Faith is down, and WAR and Oasis fighting an uphill battle with the brick wall. WAR shrugs Oasis off and Oasis flies into the ring apron. WAR continues to climb, with Faith's lifeless body beneath him. Oasis jumps from the apron and catches the wall though and slugs it out with WAR with his one free hand. But WAR is too strong though, and he hits Oasis hard in the face. Wow, Faith is still out, a few pieces of crumbling mortar sprinkling down on him. That wall is pretty unstable here now. What's Oasis doing? He springs up to the higher part of the wall and with a huge back elbow he sends WAR off! WAR just landing on the side of apron while Oasis sailed into the ring, nailing his legs into the ropes!! He's stuck!

Oasis tries to escape from the ropes, but it doesn't happen as Faith recovers, only to be driven back first into the wall by a groggy WAR. Faith goes for WAR's head with a forearm, but he misses and flies underneath the apron and catches Oasis hard in the back of the head. Oasis gets dislodged, but not the way he wanted to be. WAR drags Faith back out, but Faith counters with a hard Russian leg sweep into the wall. WAR bounces forward, and is met by an Oasis baseball slide dropkick to the face. Faith goes after WAR, but then turns around and levels Oasis, who is in the ring. Oasis falls down and drags him self out of camera range. Faith lifts up WAR, but WAR low-blows him. WAR reaches back and grabs what seems to be a pick axe. Faith quickly kicks it out of his hand, and reaches for something present in his trunks. Pulling out a small object, he pastes it into WAR's skull. The shiny object flies out of his hand and out of view. WAR somehow goes only to a knee though and he tries to fight back with a few weak punches. Suddenly, Faith's eyes grow wide as he dives out of the way of Oasis's top to bottom Tsunami!!! Oasis lands squarely on WAR and they crush hard into the brick wall, mortar flying everywhere. Faith takes a breath and picks up another weapon before laying into Oasis and WAR with a shovel. He nails WAR in his injured ribs and once again and once again. Oasis has no sign of movement after he hit that high arching-corkscrew moonsault to the floor.

Faith goes to climb again and no one can stop him. WAR with a little movement, but his attempts to raise himself are in vain. Faith reaches the top, straddling the ridge. WAR and Oasis are just barely up as Faith reaches the 10 foot mark. Oasis somehow drags himself to the apron. WAR though grabs him as Faith begins get off of the top. . .WAR press slams Oasis into the brick wall! Oasis just made that brick wall give, as it begins to sway!!! Mortar ash everywhere, as Faith tries to balance himself, but he can't as the top three feet that Oasis hit below Faith start to crumble. Faith tries to muster a last jump, but the wall gives way before he can get out. He flies headfirst down to the truck ten feet below! He tries to tuck his head, but he barely switches his angle as he crashes shoulder/cranium first down onto the top of the truck!!! He slides down the windshield with force, it cracks numerous times under his weight. . . Faith stops rolling as he slowly slides off of the hood of the truck, a few pieces of broken glass following behind. He is still.

Inside the Brickhouse, WAR and Oasis have been showered with bricks. Both are conscious, but each has a few open cuts from the sharp edges of the clay objects. Oasis crawls out of the wreckage, only to find seven more feet of wall in front of him. He tries but is pulled down by WAR. Oasis acts quickly and nails a jawbreaker, before dropping WAR back-first onto the bricks. He hooks the legs and hits a rustic slingshot that sends the 300 pounder up and over the crumbling wall. Oasis lets out a long breath, and after he picks up a shovel, he climbs out, becoming the last to escape the Brickhouse.

Biff Wellington: Finally everyone else is out, but Faith is still not showing many signs of consciousness from where I'm sitting. Oasis leaps onto War from the brick wall but he misses and lands throat first across the tail gate of this very large truck. WAR grabs him and tosses him over the guardrail and into the crowd. He makes a dash for the truck and finds the keys already in it. It's started up! He tries to rev it . . . Oasis just used that shovel on the cracked windshield! Glass flies into the cab, lacerating WAR badly. Oasis pulls WAR up through the broken windshield and tosses him off the hood. WAR collides with Faith, reviving him slightly. Faith starts to crawl to the drivers side door. He meets this fan that he jawed with earlier. . . what the deal with this? Wait, WAR dives in front of Faith and tries to get back to the cab, but Oasis slams the door on his arm! WAR falls back and holds his arm, screaming badly. Faith slides into the cab as Oasis tosses WAR up and over the hood to the front of the truck. WAR is hurt after the door was closed on his arm.

kavoN: Wow, it had too. . . is that a compound fracture?

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