The camera fades in to a shot of Jaigo standing over Bryan Mercy at Blind Justice. Then it fades into a shot of Mercy confident as always. Then it turns to a shot of Jaigo standing over a fallen Bounty Hunter. This followed by a shot of Jose Gonzalez winning the Television Title over Steven Anderson. A shot of The Lover as he made his first appearance in the JWA. Next is the battle of words between Chris Fury and Clark Gregory. Followed is a picture of War and his eyes focused on the Preacher. The next shot features Preacher destroying the Polar Bear. This is followed by the newly constructed JWA Arena in downtown Chicago, Ill. that has just been completed a few days ago.
The camera cuts to a scene outside the arena as the Chicagoans are outside awaiting the doors to open. They have already begun tailgating and chanting, "Justice, Justice" As the camera cuts to inside the arena hours later as the crowd has filled it beyond capacity of 12,000 screaming fans. They have not lost there enthusiasm either as you can here them chanting. One fan is holding a sign, "Drink my Beer Jack". A female is holding a "Shatter my Destiny Bryan!". Still a third is holding a "Perfection" sign for Matt Attict. The pyros go off in the ring, as it flashes to white a plethora of times as the go off to a huge pop. A justice chant then breaks out soon after.
Biff Wellington: Welcome ladies and gentleman, To THURDAY NIGHT VENGENCE.
Hold on by Genesis plays as the crowd boo's intensely. Tommy Riley makes his way down to his commentating position, as he does a fan leaps over the rail and starts to attack him, Riley simply blocks a punch and lifts him up for Supreme Execution and then dusts himself off and continues on his way.
Biff Wellington: What was that about?
Tommy Riley: Someone wanted a brush with greatness, they found out that greatness can be painful. Hope you learned something Mercy, There's a little demonstration of the "Technician's" ability, oh yeah Chadman. That one was free. Next time it will cost ya.
Biff Wellington: Well lets kick this thing off.
Tommy Riley: We have the Irish guy against the Polar Bear.
Biff Wellington: The name's Mitch O'Brien any way Sweet Lou take it away.
Sweet Lou: This is our opening match here on Vengence, Introducing first the man from the great north Polar Bear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
His opponent hails from Lancaster OH, He stands 6 feet 1 inch and weighs 211 pounds. He is the master of the JawBreaker. He is accompanied by his partner Jon Clark. He is Mitch O'Brien!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suckpump by Bile hits the PA as O'Brien comes out to some boo birds. He is sporting black tights and black boots. He argues with a few fans as he makes his way to the ring.
Tommy Riley: Our two contestants are already in the ring. Mitch O'Brien and Polar Bear. The bell has sounded and here we go! O'Brien is accompanied by Clark at ringside.
Biff Wellington: O'Brien runs straight at Polar Bear and he knocks down O'Brien. Mitch is to his feet and he has a cocky grin on his face. He waits for Polar Bear to attack and he does so, he attempts a clothesline and he ducks, he turns around kick to the stomach and WHOA!!!!! JAWBREAKER!!! The pin!
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Tommy Riley: What?!?! This has to be some kind of record. That was quick! That wasn't even thirty seconds… Polar Bear is out cold too! Clark hops in the ring and laughs with O'Brien and gives him five. Clark spits on Polar Bear and kicks him out of the ring.
Biff Wellington: They are now leaving the ring. And they are receiving boos… But, the crowd looks very shocked.
Clark Gregory is pacing back and forth, and scurrying around the backstage area, looking for something.
Clark: Damn Floyd, damn that bitch to hell! Jesus Christ, I gotta find some wrestling gear. There's gotta be some extra stuff around here somewhere!
He flips over a few more boxes, looks under a few more chairs, slams open couple more lockers, and storms out of view, pulling his hair in anger.
Clark: AAAAAAAAHHHH
Biff Wellington: Um that was um enlightening
Tommy Riley: It was?
Biff Wellington: No Not Really, moving on
Tommy Riley: Our Next match features War and Preacher it won't be a pretty match as I think these guys have about as much technical knowledge as you Biff.
Biff Wellington: Yeah but these two can go. They really can brawl. The winner of this match should be in line for a Hardcore title match. It looks as though we are ready and Sweet Lou take it away.
Sweet Lou: Our Next match, introducing first, He is a member of the famed stable Innovators of Violence, He stands 6 feet 8 inches. He tips the scale at 320 pounds. He hails from, Toronto, Ontario. He is the master of Atomic Bomb. He is the one the only War!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Somebody's Gotta Die" By: Notorious BIG blares throughout the arena as War makes his way to the ring; He is wearing a Gold colored robe to the ring, black tights, brown knee pads and big black boots. The crowd has a mixed feeling about War. As he steps in ready to Taunt,
Sweet Lou: His opponent, stands 6 feet 5 inches, he weighs in at 259 pounds. He hails from, Cleveland, OH. He is the master of Redemption. He is Preacher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The theme from the good, the bad and the ugly comes throughout the speakers, as the crowd gives him a decent pop. He gets in the ring and War charges at with great force. The bell.
Tommy Riley: And here we go, War just charged straight at Preacher and gave him a clothesline knocking him off his feet. He's picking up Preacher as he punches him in the face.
Biff Wellington: He slings Preacher against the ropes and he comes back and they run into each other and nearly budge. Kick to the stomach of Preacher, quick elbow by War, down goes Preacher. Knee to the face, and he now applies an Indian Deathlock.
Tommy Riley:And Preacher gouges the eyes of War. Preacher slow to get up and War punches him in the stomach and gets to his feet. Quick DDT by War.
Biff Wellington: War is taking it to Preacher tonight I will tell you that, these two have shared some words with each other and I think that War is going to get the most of Preacher as he can.
Tommy Riley: Um… I guess… Anyway, Preacher is pulled up by War, oh! Preacher with a JawBreaker. And War is now holding his jaw, in great pain. Preacher goes for the cover…
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Biff Wellington: It's going to take a lot more than a Jaw Breaker to get War down for the one, two, three. I will tell you that right now. He's been in the sport too long to lose like that… War is getting up and Preacher turns around and is delivered with a low-blow.
Tommy Riley: Ouch.
Biff Wellington: Ouch is right. It looks like he got him good too, War now connects with a suplex, with perfection. He picks up Preacher, and Preacher is a little woozy, he gets tossed into the turnbuckles, and War runs at him and gives him a big elbow…
Tommy Riley: That had to hurt, War is a big man, running at that speed, and getting an elbow in the eye socket isn't the most pleasant thing to experience. And another elbow is delivered, and Preacher falls to the ground sitting in the corner, and War steps back, looks at the crowd and charges right at Preacher, and Preacher puts up his foot, and gets War in the chest, War turns around gasping for air, and Preacher runs and clotheslines him from the back.
Biff Wellington: And he's got War in the Camel Clutch I believe that's what it's called.
Tommy Riley: Wow, War is in pain. He's not going to tap. Believe me, I know War he's a tough S.O.B.
Biff Wellington: After about thirty seconds he releases it and picks up the dazed War, and applies and quick DDT, and he gets up and starts to pound on him with his foot, again and again he is kicking him right in the ribs. He picks him up and gives him a power slam. The cover…
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3!!!!! No!!!! Kickout!
Tommy Riley: Whoa!!! That was a close one, I'm assuming that the so called "Stiener Recliner" was what wore him down. That was close… Real Close…
Biff Wellington:Now Preacher looks a little frustrated, he picks up War and slings him into the ropes, and gives him a flying elbow and down goes the Big Man. Quick elbow drop on him and a pin…
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War is out.
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Tommy Riley: What!?!?! And War is on his feet……He is turned inside out by Preacher with a clothesline. He signals for Redemption it could be all over for War. War with an inside cradle
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Sweet Lou: Your winner War!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
War slides out of the ring holding his head with his hand raised as Preacher cannot believe what has happened. He grabs the ref and he power bombs him. Completely disgusted at what has happened tonight.
Biff Wellington: We gotta take a break.
Ol Wicked Rage is sitting in his dressing room, wearing sweatpants and ripped, pink tank top. He is shaking his head slowly, looking down, with his hands through his hair. He doesn't seem to be in a very good mood, and is mumbling something to himself.
Clark: I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Damnit damnit damnit damnit. Is it too much to ask that they at least remember my pyro?! Let's see here, my attire sucks. My entrance is shot to hell. COULD IT GET ANY DAMN WORSE?!
Someone suddenly walks up and drops a taped up brown box on the floor in front of Clark. The guy walks off without a word. Clark hesitantly looks down at the package, then slowly begins to open it.
Clark: Should I even look?… Probably a bomb… I don't believe this… Well, how bad can this be?…
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Holy SHIT!
Clark's eyes brighten up, as he shuffles around the box. He looks like a little kid at Christmas time. But, after noticing the camera trying to peer over, he quickly shuts the box, and pushes the cameraman out of the room. The door shuts in front of the camera.
Biff Wellington: What could that be?
Tommy Riley: Does anyone even care?
Biff Wellington: Well I'm a bit curious, Gregory, may not be greatest thing since sliced bread but you got admit he's entertaining. Never know what you are gonna get from that dude.
Tommy Riley: I don't know what's gonna happen next on Springer either doesn't mean I'm entertained by it.
Biff Wellington: Well let's go to ring, We have Oasis vs. Jon Clark. Sweet Lou?
Sweet Lou: Introducing first He is a former JWA World Champion, he stands 6 feet 3 inches. He weighs 233 pounds. He is the master of the Vertical DDT. He hails from Lancaster, OH. He will be accompanied by his partner Mitch O'Brien. He is Jon Clark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happypill by 16 volt hits the PA as the crowd gives Clark some negative heat. He looks confident as he and O'Brien make their way to the ring. Clark is wearing black tight shorts that read "Drug" on the back in blue. He steps into the ring and awaits his opponent.
Sweet Lou: His opponent is the current Hardcore title holder, He is also a former JWA Television title holder, He is 6 feet tall and tips the scales at 201 pounds. He is a member of the M.oA., and hails from Bombay, India. He is the master of Tsunami. He is Oasis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Only happy when it rains by Garbage hits the PA, as Oasis comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He has a bluish black shirt with the arms ripped out. He wears a blue headband. His long tights match his shirt. He makes his way to the ring and grabs the mic from Sweet Lou who scurries back to his seat.
Well everybody in this building know exactly
what's going to happen. The only people without a damn clue is those idiots
in Vegas who gave Clark the odds. Come on now really who wants to see that
boring piece of gutter trash win. Now I promise this won't be like any of
Clark's other matches. I guarantee and entertaining segment or two. You
see as long as I am around I promise not to give you total boredom.
Biff Wellington: Clark runs at Oasis and spears him to the mat, he follows with some hard lefts and rights to Oasis's face. Oasis doing his best to cover the blows up. Clark pulls Oasis up and clotheslines him hard back down. He is pointing to his head as to show the crowd how smart he is. He pulls Oasis up cautiously no Oasis with a Low blow.
Tommy Riley: Good move Oasis, He bounces off the ropes and leaps nailing a DDT with a lot of force. He then leaps over the top rope and waits for Clark to get to his feet. Clark does and he spring boards off the top rope nailing a spinning cross body.
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Clark is out
Biff Wellington: Oasis to his feet again, drops a knee across Clark's throat. Oasis is really on the mark here. Oasis quickly runs across to the far ropes and tries a moonsault but Clark moves, he picks Oasis up and lifts him up for a gut buster. He then brings Oasis to his feet whips him into the corner and follows in with a big splash. Oasis got caught there.
Tommy Riley: Clark pushes Oasis to the mat and Clark covers
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Oasis kicks out. Clark whips Oasis into the ropes and delivers a flapjack. Oasis is in a little bit of trouble right here. Clark then picks Oasis up and nails a piledriver. He covers again
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Biff Wellington: Clark upset at the ref's count there, and tries to intimidate the Ref with his size. The ref not taking any guff, Oasis to his feet clips the Clark from behind. Oasis quickly on the attack now leaps over the top rope and onto the Apron, he leaps back over nails a forward roll splash onto Clark. Oasis picks a stunned Clark off the mat, He then whips Clark to the corner, and He quickly follows in and lifts Clark to the top turnbuckle. He hurracarranas him over.
Tommy Riley: That's it put a knife in Tyra err Clark, Oasis with a cover
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Oasis slips out. Whew that was close.
Biff Wellington: Clark to his feet Oasis with a dropkick to his knee, He then jumps off the middle rope executing a bulldog, He goes to the corner and leaps to the top turnbuckle. He then jumps off landing a senton splash. Oasis crawls over to make the cover.
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Tommy Riley: No Fair, No fair,
Biff Wellington: Quit crying , you applaud it when the MoA does it, come on be a broadcast journalist.
Tommy Riley: I'm a wrestler not a broadcast journalist
Biff Wellington: Apparently not, when's the last time you wrestled?
Tommy Riley: uh…… Um….. Anyways Clark whips Oasis into the ropes a big powerslam. Now he sends him into the corner. He charges again this time Oasis leaps to the top rope missing the splash and he rolls over hooking Clark in a sunset flip.
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Clark escapes. Nifty move for a guy who makes money off bashing his skull with trash cans.
Biff Wellington: He is M.o.A.
Tommy Riley: I know I complimented him.
Biff Wellington: Sheesh, you're a swell guy. Clark whips Oasis into the ropes, O'Brien's on the apron he nails him with those brass knucks of his. The ref didn't see it. Clark lifts Oasis up, Vertical DDT. The cover,
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Sweet Lou: Your winner Jon Clark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tommy Riley: Highway robbery.
Biff Wellington: It wasn't clean but it was a win. We gotta take a break
Biff Wellington: We're back. Our next match is out first title match of the evening. As Clark Gregory defends his Trans-Atlantic title against Chris Fury. Should be a classic match up as speed against power.
Tommy Riley: Well Fury is Styx's brother it should be a no contest with genes like his.
Biff Wellington: I wonder what Clark has in store for us tonight.
Tommy Riley: Only one way to find out Sweet Lou
Sweet Lou:This match is scheduled for one-pinfall with a 45-minute time limit. Coming to the ring first the challenger from Albany, New York. Weighing in at 385-pounds, and standing at 6-feet 8-inches. He is the Enforcer of the M.o.A...He is CHRIS FUUUUURYYYYYYY!!
The crowd explodes with boos as "When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000 hits the speakers. On the Justicetron above the entrance way to computer generated planets move towards one another through space...a low rumbling is heard...
The two-planets move closer and closer until finally they collide. Then in unison as they explode so too does a great eruption of read flares and fireworks from the entrance all the way down to the ring...There is a slight pop from the crowd at the spectacle...
Biff Wellington: Sweet Jesus...bit of an overkill huh?
Tommy Riley: What? Can't hear ya...Fireworks!...Too loud! Bit of an overkill! Sorry!
Back at the entrance Chris Fury appears. Intensity in his eyes he focuses in on the ring. He begins his long walk to ringside and as he does, Faith pops out of the crowd carrying a steel chair, and joins Chris in his walk...
Tommy Riley: Ah...better. I can hear again. Well there's the M.o.A. See we're a smart bunch we are. We never travel alone.
Sweet Lou: Um, either smart or devious...haven't made up my maind yet...Hey maybe both?
Tommy Riley: Why doncha shut up before I deck ya...Anyway, Fury sliding underneath the bottom rope to the middle of the ring. Takes a few bounces off the far ropes and turns to look back at the entrance.
Sweet Lou: Ladies and gentlemen. I now give you the JWA Trans-Atlantic Champion, Wicked Rage Clark Gregoryyyyyyyy!
As the music starts up, the arena buzzes with excitement, and a bit of confusion.
Tommy Riley: That's not Clark's music…
Biff Wellington: That's uh….
Tommy Riley: Wild is the Wind by Bon Jovi!
Biff Wellington: It's Greg Eskridge's music!!
Tommy Riley: But… There is a loud BOOM, and blue fireworks shoot across the ceiling and from the entrance floor to the sky. Two more explosions follow in succession, one shoot pyro from the ring posts, and the second shooting fireworks from the ceiling to the entrance door, filling it with smoke. Clark Gregory steps through the smoke, and looks around to the surrounding fans. He is wearing Black Raybans, blue wrestling boots, and red, white, and blue short tights, and outfit all too familiar. Of course he had to add in his prized spiked collar, but besides that, this outfit is all too familiar.
He points down to Chris Fury, who is in the center of the ring. Looks at his title, then back to Fury, shaking his head condescendingly. He quickly trots to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans on the way down, As he approaches the ring he bumps shoulders with Faith. and leaps over the top rope. He poses in crucifix position as the rest of his blue fireworks spray into the air from all corners of the ring, and the lights come back on.
Biff Wellington: How the hell did he get Eskridge's tights?
Tommy Riley: Well Greg did have a dark side ya know
Biff Wellington: Yeah he did but you wouldn't think?
Tommy Riley: What?
Biff Wellington: That maybe this has to something with Blue Chips Inc.?
Tommy Riley: Those scrubs I doubt it. These guys aren't geniuses or anything.
Biff Wellington: There the bell, Clark's circling the bigger Fury, Fury goes to grab him Clark ducks underneath. Fury upset turns around and lunges again. He misses again. This time as he turns around Clark hits him with a well timed dropkick staggering the big man. He charges him and clotheslines him to the Outside.
Tommy Riley: He can't do that.
Biff Wellington: He just did
Tommy Riley: Gregory now runs leaps with a Suicide dive onto Fury, I can't believe he did that its like Esky's ability is in those tights, well, sorta. Esky was decent but he was no me. Both men are down as they hit hard of the steel railing. Finally Gregory gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. Fury better watch he don't blow his chance right here. He doesn't want counted out.
Biff Wellington: Fury finally gets to his feet and steps up to the apron, Gregory Charges at him but Fury lands a stiff right hand knocking him backwards. Fury re-enters the ring stepping over the top rope. Gregory charges again this time he meets the big boot of Fury, Gregory falls hard to the mat.
Tommy Riley: Fury picks up Gregory on his shoulder and runs to the ropes and nails a hot shot of the top turnbuckle. Gregory is in trouble. Fury bounces off the ropes and lands a leg drop. Fury covers
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Gregory kicks out. Fury lifts Gregory up but Gregory uses an inside cradle
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Fury is out, he almost got him there.
Biff Wellington: Fury to his feet first and nails a vicious stomp, He puts on a surfboard as he tries to wear down the smaller man. Clark looks to be in excruciating pain. Clark somehow slides to close enough to the ropes enabling him to hook the bottom rope with his foot. The ref calls for the break. Finally Fury gives it to him.
Tommy Riley: Fury then taunts the crowd of a fallen Gregory, He turns around to see Clark on his knees, who then low blows Fury. He then leaps up in the air and nails a perfectly executed rocker dropper. He climbs to the top rope. Fury to his feet, Clark nails him with a shoulder block knocking the big man off his feet. Clark then scurries over for the cover
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Fury escapes but just barely,
Biff Wellington: Gregory seems to have a good game plan here tonight, fury to his feet as he thumbs Gregory in the eyes and Executes an overhead belly to belly suplex.
Tommy Riley: You were saying,
Biff Wellington: Fury whips Gregory into the ropes a big power slam, He covers
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3. Gregory just got the right shoulder up before the three count. Fury shoots a glance to the ref in protest of what he believed to be a slow count. Fury picks Gregory up and lands an inverted atomic drop. He follows it with a Mafia kick. He covers again
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3.. Clark got his foot on the ropes.
Tommy Riley: Fury can't believe it, He starts to argue with the ref. As he does Clark manages to get to his feet. Fury turns back towards Gregory and charges, Clark side steps him and executes a drop toehold. He quickly climbs the top rope but Fury manages to get over there and land a punch on Gregory. He then climbs to the middle turnbuckle, He then goes to the top and superplexes Clark over. Both men are down however, The ref starts to count
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Biff Wellington: Fury can't believe it., He just can't . He picks up Gregory and sets him up for a powerbomb, Gregory just collapses, and Fury picks him back up. He lifts him up Gregory reaches out and delivers a face buster. I can't believe it. Gregory, sensing a comeback as he climbs the turnbuckle again, Fury to his feet is nailed with a flying clothesline. Gregory crawls over for the cover
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Tommy Riley: These two guys have put up a tremendous effort tonight. Just imagine what they'd do if they had my tremendous talent. Gregory picks Fury up, He whips him into the ropes but Fury reverses it, Gregory takes a back elbow knocking him hard to the ground. Fury picks Clark up and drops him in a side salto. He covers
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3… Gregory somehow escapes. Fury is livid, he stomps away on Gregory, He then pulls Gregory up He sets him up and drops him in a pump handle slam. That should be it. Fury picks up Gregory He whips him into the ropes. Gregory comes off Fury with an elbow, Clark ducks. Gregory continues and bounces off nailing a high cross body,
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Biff Wellington: The crowd is firmly behind Gregory, although think its his outfit for that reason. Gregory with a kick to the gut, He's going for his DDT. Fury blocks it and back body drops him over. Fury drops to his knees. Fury quickly regains his composure. And hits a big splash. The cover
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Tommy Riley: Fury looks to end it right here as he lifts Gregory up who appears to be out on his feet. He takes a few steps back and charges, He attempts Frustration, Gregory ducks, fury turns around A quick kick to the midsection, and He follows with a big DDT. He looks like he's gonna go for the pin, He looks at his attire, he then ascends the top rope. He leaps off delivering an Esky elbow smash. He covers
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Sweet Lou: Your winner and Still Trans-Atlantic Champion Clark Gregory
Biff Wellington: We need to take a break after that awesome match.
Tommy Riley: Welcome back, next we have a match for the TV title as Newcomer Lover takes on Jose.
Biff Wellington: It should be an interesting match up. Let's go to Sweet Lou in the ring
Sweet Lou: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match will be for the J.W.A Television title, introducing first the challenger, The Lover!!!
"Cinnamon Girl" by Type O Negative blasts through the new J.W.A arena, red fireworks go off near the entranceway from the top shooting down, and from down shooting up. They shoot off four or five times, then the entranceway has a red strobe light going as he comes out, as red spot lights, wave throughout the arena..as The Lover comes out from behind the curtain, He is wearing a sleeve less black leather trench coat with an airbrush portrait of himself covered with women on back. Lover written in pink down the front on each side, red sunglasses, leather lifting gloves, and tight shorts. On the back of his tights it reads "All Access" in yellow. With The Lover are Jessica Prophet, Eve, and Wolfsbane who surround the ring.