The scene opens up on the backs of Gangrene, Faith, and Fury as they move through the halls of the backstage area. Gangrene, carries with him the Ugly Styk; Faith, a lead pipe; Fury, a steel chair.
They move quietly and with purpose. Past a few techs to the locker room area. They pause at a door for a second, and then they are bursting through it in a flurry...The screen fades to black with the sounds of an individual being attacked as the JWA's opening promo begins...
Clips from last weeks show,
War getting his hands raised
Jon Clark standing over a fallen Oasis
Clark Gregory decked out in Esky Gear
Fury executing a perfect Power Slam
Clark flying off the top rope landing his Esky Elbow Smash
Mercy executing Mercy Killing
MoA attacking Mercy and Jaigo
A image of Styx
The camera cuts to inside the Miami Arena, Where the JWA fans are chanting "Justice, Justice" The arena is packed as it seems everybody has brought a sign,
One says "Perfection From Miami, It doesn't get any better than Attict"
Another one says "Jon Clark is my Drug"
A Third says "Chadman fears Taylor"
Pyros go off as flashes of white fill the screen. The crowd begins to roar in anticipation.
Again the camera returns to the trio of M.o.A'ers, now joined by Jose Gonzalez, as they follow Gangrene dragging a body bag behind him...a body within.
Jose Gonzalez: You got him?
Answering back from the head of the pack.
Gangrene: Of course. I don't fail in my plans you should know that by now. Leave us now...You have a match to attend to tonight.
Jose Gonzalez: Um...uh yeah right. I'll catch you guys lat...
He is cut off as the individual inside the bag begins to claw at his dark prison screaming in rage. The members of the M.o.A begin to kick, punch, and hit the bagged individual back into quietness.
Gangrene: GO!
Jose begins to take off as the screen fades to black, and then to the arena.
Biff Wellington: Ladies and Gentleman Welcome to the JWA, (Big pop followed by a chant of Justice). We are glad to make our initial appearance in the south right here in Miami, Florida. (Big pop)
Hold on by Genesis, Is being played as Tommy "The Technician" Riley makes his way down to ringside. He walks down the aisle as the crowd boos him and takes his seat next to Biff's.
Tommy Riley: You miss me Biff?
Biff Wellington: About as much as my Ex-Wife, I cant wait until Eddie heals up.
Tommy Riley:Haven't you heard, Eddie's suffered a setback and won't be back until late October.
Biff Wellington: That makes my day, anyways we have been getting a lot of phone calls, Faxes, and Emails concerning how to send cards and letters to Fast Eddie, Well we are going to flash a address on the screen where they can be sent.
Chicago Memorial Hospital
132 Brora Street RM 432
Chicago, Il 56776
Tommy Riley: Enough with this touchy feely crap, lets go to the ring with our first match, It should be make me drowsy er be a dousy.
Biff Wellington: We are getting a feed from the back, we're gonna put it on the Justice Tron
Clark Gregory is sitting backstage in his locker room. He looks pissed and very determined.
Wicked Rage: A lot of people have thought of me as a joke for the past few weeks. They still don't think I've earned this title, and they don't think I have what it takes to hold on to it. Well, tonight, I'm gonna prove why I'm the Trans-Atlantic champion! And tonight, Chris Fury, I'm gonna send a special message to you, and show you exactly why they call me Wicked Rage!
Tommy Riley: Wait...Wait I'm getting something. We're gonna switch over to the back lot area...
The scene fades out of the arena and to the darkened back lot where it finds the trio of Masters, a red El Camino, and a coffin hooked up to the back of the El Camino...The three Masters already have the body bag in the coffin as they start to close the lid.
Faith: Too easy...
He is interrupted as those screams of rage start from within the coffin again. The body bag sits up and hands can be seen clawing at it from the inside. A chair shot from Fury sends the body bag back into the coffin, and quickly the Masters shut the lid and lock it...The individual inside can still be heard screaming and beating at the coffin with his body.
Chris Fury: He's durable.
Gangrene: Not after I finish with him...I'll be back within the allotted time. Keep things quiet here.
Chris Fury: Yeah sure thing...Laters.
Gangrene hops inside the El Camino and revving the engine peels out of the back lot dragging the coffin behind him. The two watch him go.
The scene fades to black and then returns to the insides of the arena where it finds our two announcers.
Biff Wellington: What in the hell was that Riley?
Tommy Riley: A surprise...Let's just go to the first match shall we?
Biff Wellington: Okay ladies and gentlemen, unlike other wrestling programs that you could be watching, we prefer to get our action started fast and furious! The team of John Clark and Mitch O'Brien are taking on the Crooks, and all four men are already in the ring. Hey Tommy, what do you think about talk that the JWA might actually get a tag division going pretty soon?
Tommy Riley: So I was supposed to have cared enough to think about this before? Well, if the teams are gonna be like this, I say we shoot the fans now before they go through the torture of watching this kinda crap on TV any longer.
Biff: Always the optimist, Tommy. Well, O'Brien is starting off the match against, uh.. um.. ah..
The sound of rustling papers is heard as Biff searches helplessly for the format to tell him the names of the Crooks.
Tommy: Ted "I'm a jobber who doesn't belong in a ring" Wilson.
Biff: That's not his name.
Tommy: Hey, at least he's the first guy I've seen with a name that fits. Well, besides that "Technician" of course.
Biff: Yeah.. uh huh.. of course. Mitch lands a beautiful Hurricanrana on Crook number one! That guy is definitely a promising rookie. He's young, talented, in great shape..
Tommy: If he wasn't such a damn dough-boy.
Biff: Well, he could drop 10 or so pounds, and cut up, but he's still in great shape. He sends Crook #1 into the ropes, and lands a spin wheel kick. He lifts the Crook up, and a standing drop kick sends the Crook over to the far corner, where he tags in um.. Crook number 2.
Tommy: Look at Jon Clark. He wants in. That guy has seriously gone downhill since he lost the world title. Come to think of it, he was never actually "uphill", the world title just sucked back then. Heh heh heh.
Biff: How do you keep your job? Well, Clark is in and he's intense today! He's hammering Crook #2 with rights and lefts! Crook hits the ropes, and Clark gives him a devastating tilt-a-whirl suplex! He gives the tag to Mitch O'Brien, who climbs to the top rope. Clark with a vertical suplex.. no, he turns it into a DDT! And O'Brien with a Senton Bomb from the top rope!!!
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3.. Tommy: Thank God that show of rookie mistakes is over. Let's go to a commercial
Biff Wellington: We're back folks, and we have our first title match of the evening in fact it's the first of four. Clark Gregory is giving the mighty Quinn a shot at the T-A title tonight.
Tommy Riley: He might as well be giving the shot to "Hi I'm a" Tomato Can. He'd have a better shot. Anyways Sweet Lou start this blinding pain if you weel.
Sweet Lou:Ladies and gentlemen. This match is for the JWA Trans-Atlantic title!!! First, weighing in at 185 pounds, and standing to my right. The challenger, and one of the JWA's rising stars, the Mighty Quinn!!!!!
The sound of crickets is heard In the back of the arena, echoing throughout.
And his opponent. He stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall, and is the JWA Trans-Atlantic Champion. Here is "Wicked Rage" Clark Gregory!
"Wild is the Wind", by Bon Jovi, blares over the loud speakers. 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, black leather wrestling boots, and red, white, and blue short tights, along with now black leather knee pads and elbow pads, and his spiked collar.
He points down to Quinn, who is stretching in the center of the ring. Looks at his title, then back to Quinn, shaking his head condescendingly. He quickly trots to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans on the way down, jumps to the apron, 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: The crowd still isn't exactly sure how to react to Gregory.
Tommy: Wonder why? He builds himself up like he's the new All-American, and then challenges a couple of jobbers here tonight!
Biff: You say that so easily Tommy, but these guys that people refer to so loosely as "jobbers" have trained hard to get where they are, and could easily manhandle the average guy on the street.
Tommy: Biff… SHUT UP… they are just average guys off the street. You throw a weird outfit on him, and Billy, the mediocre gymnast, becomes the Mighty Quinn. It's that simple. Hey, kids out there, you heard it, we're looking for a little guy to fill our need for a token midget, so go tug on mommy's skirt, and ask real…
Biff:Just call the match, Tommy! Anyways, the two superstars are…
Tommy: Jesus…
Biff:What? Just because I respect the… I'm not arguing with you anymore. They're circling each other, and looking for an opening. Quinn shoots in with a side headlock, and rolls Gregory to the ground. Tommy: Elementary school wrestling…
Biff: Hrrrmph. Gregory shimmies out of the headlock, and kips up to his feet. Quinn charges in, but is caught with a great leg-lariat done to perfection. Quinn rolls to his stomach, and is about to make it back up to his feet, but Gregory quickly grabs his legs, bridges, and throws in a reverse STF.
Tommy: I've been doing that for years. And at least when I did it, somebody like Quinn would be tapping out. Instead, with Gregory, Quinn is able to grab the ropes, and get Clark to release the hold.
Biff: Clark is backing up, and giving Quinn a little room. Quinn leans against the top rope as he gets up and tries to catch his breath. Uh oh, Clark is running toward him, leaps into the air, and hits a bulldog type maneuver, draping Quinn's neck over the top rope! What a move!
Tommy: What a wuss, to get himself put in that position. This guy Quinn just sucks.
Biff: Clark back up on the apron. Springboard senton bomb! He lifts Quinn to his feet, and hits his DDT!
Tommy: Like that was really necessary. This guy, Gregory, has no ring savvy.
Biff: Esky Elbow Smash! He does that move with awesome form. Greg Eskridge musta taught it to Gregory, himself.
Tommy: He never did use his time wisely. There's the three. Thank God this match is over. We're going to a commercial.
Biff Wellington: Well our next match should be a very competitive match as Jack Irons makes his debut against Jose Gonzalez.
Tommy Riley: An out of shape old fart goes up against the man I have given everything he's ever had, with all my insight and technique. Irons a man of limited everything don't stand a chance
Biff Wellington: Well in my opinion it should be a hotly contested battle between an very accomplished wrestler in Jack Irons a man who has held gold in almost every AOWF federation.
Tommy Riley: Who cares, he's just another overrated piece of garbage and Joser is gonna take him to school.
Biff Wellington: Time will tell Sweet Lou
Sweet Lou: This next match is for the JWA WORLD TELEVISION TITLE!!
The fans erupt into cheers, and Lou pauses for them to quiet down.
Sweet Lou: Coming to the ring first from Chicago Illinois. Weighing in at 300-pounds, and standing at 6-feet 5-inches! He is a member of the Dangerous Alliance! He is the means to an end! He is JACK IRONS!
"Fucking Hostile" by Pantera erupts through the arena as the fans explode into cheers. Slowly from behind the curtain Jack Irons comes stepping out. His long hair hiding his face he looks to the crowd then down to the ring. He begins a slow steady stride down to ringside, but pauses by a group of rowdy college students. He moves over to them and reaching towards them snatches up a cup of beer…The cheering increases…He looks to the crowd and then quickly downs the cup…
The fans hit deafening decibels as Jack throws the cup back into the crowd and grabs for another one. Again he downs that one and tosses the cup into the crowd. He turns from the railing and rushes towards the ring. A few seconds later he's sliding under the bottom rope, and another few seconds after that cups of beer are being tossed into the ring…
Biff Wellington: Oh well it smells like a brewery in here now. The fumes alone would knock most guys out…
Tommy Riley: Hmm…Uhh…huh? You know I thought getting beer thrown at you was a bad thing?
Biff Wellington: Not when you're Jack Irons…
The cups stop flowing into the ring and Sweet Lou slowly re-enters the ring as Jack moves to the far side ropes and leans against them watching the entrance…
Sweet Lou: And his opponent, the JWA World Television champion, coming out of San Diego. Weighing in at 200-pounds, and standing at 6-feet 3-inches! He is a member of the M.o.A. He is the…uh…the all powerful Del Taco! He is JOSE GONZALEZ!!"
The lights dim and "After the Flesh" by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult starts playing over the PA-system. Lime-green strobe lights begin to pulsate through the crowd. The fans begin to boo loudly as Jose Gonzalez burst through the curtain and rushes down to ringside. He slides under the bottom rope to the middle of the ring, and standing quickly un-straps the World TV title from his waist and holds it high in the air...
He let's it down again takes a look at it...Looks at Jack, and looks back over his shoulder and from behind the curtains Chris Fury, carrying a steel chair, Faith, carrying a lead pipe, and Redemption carrying nothing emerge from behind the curtain. They begin a slow steady walk to ringside...Jose turns back to Jack and winks.
He then backs away from Jack and tosses his belt down to Fury who accepts it and places it on his shoulder as the other two take up position around the ring. Jose begins to move towards Jack, pauses and begins to smell the ring. He finally takes notice of the empty beer cups and looks up to Jack…Jack smiles and then suddenly erupts off the ropes…
Biff Wellington: And Irons exploding off those ropes just planted Joser with a vicious spear…the cover already…
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Thr…no! Joser just getting that shoulder up, and I don't think he was ready for this kinda power. He pulls Joser up slings him to ropes…LARIAT and that sends Joser toppling over the ropes and to the floor! And the fans are really responding to Jack here.
Tommy Riley: Well yeah drunks and losers usually do cheer other drunks and losers. Birds of a feather and all you know? Well Joser is doing a piss poor job out there right now as jack steps through the ropes and comes off the apron with a knee right to the center of Joser's back.
Biff Wellington: Jack back to his feet now as he takes a few stomps at Joser, and then rolls back in the ring to stop the count…You know Jack has a lot of ring experience that comes along with his "old" age.
Tommy Riley: Just who were you directing that comment at Biffy?…Nevermind don't answer. Jack moving back through the ropes…JOSE with a burst of energy there grabs one of his legs and pulls him off the apron! The back of Jacks head hit the corner of the apron as Jose scoots away from him to lean up against the railing.
Biff Wellington: Jack sitting up now rubbing at the back of his head as Joser is slowly working his way to his feet. Jack, starting to come around now as he takes notice of Jose…DROPKICK! Joser just landed a quick dropkick full on Jack's face, and now begins to crawl back into the ring.
Tommy Riley: Smart move there putz…take it inside make it a wrestling match. Idiot I really need to teach him. Jose inside now using the ropes to help him to his feet, and man he looks terrible.
Biff Wellington: Jack on the outside starting to rise to his feet as well. He grabs onto the apron and turns himself around. Joser waiting across the ring he gestures for Jack to come and get it.
Tommy Riley: Jack crawls up onto the apron, and watching Joser moves into the ring. Good move their Jose make him meet you in the middle of the ring. Jack now moving in, and Joser with an insugurie!
Biff Wellington: That sends Jack stumbling back a bit as Joser jumps up to the second turnbuckle, and…MOONSAULT! NO! Jack caught him in mid-air and PILEDRIVER!
Tommy Riley: Ahh, man what and idiot he had the momentum and lost it that quick. Jack back to his feet and pulls Jose to his…DDT and that sent Jose spinning over to his back. He won't be able to take much more of these power moves.
Biff Wellington: Jack stands and picks Jose up from behind. He slaps on a full nelson, and slams him face first into the mat! He picks him up again and down AGAIN! And the fans here are going nuts as now Jack keeps Jose on his chest, digs a knee into the small of his back, and starts to pull back on that full nelson!
Tommy Riley: Shit! Joser's in a lot of pain now. The ref is checking on him, but he's still shaking his head no. Little prick should have watched his mouth. Here we go. Redemption up on the apron and he gets the ref's attention. Fury now sliding into the ring…the chair shot, and he rolls Jack over and throws Joser on top of him…Now it's over.
Biff Wellington: Damn! Redemption finally jumping down as the ref turns back and goes down for the count…
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NO! NO! Jack sends Joser flying off him and rolls over to his side. The these fans are going wild! Joser still too dazed to even try and take advantage, and I could say the same for Jack.
Tommy Riley: How the hell!?! Someone needs to teach Fury to swing a chair. Damn. Jose getting to his feet first, bit wobbly, he bounces off the ropes and lands a quick leg drop. He rolls off Jack and back to his feet.
Biff Wellington: Joser now pulling Jack up by his hair, and…QUICK DROPKICK sends jack back into the ropes. Jack staying up with the help of the ropes…JOSER WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK and he goes over the top ropes catching himself on the apron as Jack slumps down to the mat.
Tommy Riley: Oh hey looks like Joser is sitting up for his old finisher. Yep…grabbing onto the top rope he leaps over it hitting Jack with a body splash. And that knocked the wind out of both of them as Joser slowly rolls Jack over and goes for the pin…
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3! Huh!?! What? SLOW COUNT! SLOW COUNT! Jack just barely weaseled his way out of that one as Joser rises to his knees a shocked look on his face and rushes over to the referee to complain…Dammit Joser get back to the match…Aww.
Biff Wellington: Well you call it complaining, but it looks to me like he's whining as he throws his body around. The ref admonishing now as he turns back to Jack who now just taught him to keep his mind on his opponent as Jack lifts Joser into the air, and turning grabs his head and hits him with a jawbreaker!
Tommy Riley: Fucking idiot! Fucking moron! Jack sitting there for a second and moves the hair from his face. He rolls Jose over and the cover…
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3…NO! no, Joser got the shoulder up…nice count ref.
Biff Wellington: Don't know seemed a bit slow to me.
Tommy Riley: Shudup. Jack quick to his feet picks up Jose…Holding him now up in a suplex…aaaaaand…drives him down. Jack back to his feet pulls Joser back to his. Toss into the ropes…SIDEWALK SLAM!
Biff Wellington: Jack with all the momentum now as he goes off the ropes…NO! Fury trips him up from behind! The ref saw it, but he's gonna let it go on as Jack crawls back to his feet and yells over the ropes at Fury.
Tommy Riley: Jack now turning away from the ropes and moving back over to Joser. He picks him up and…NO! He's signaling for the Lights Out. He places Joser in position…Joser goes up… He reverse it into the My Finisher, Joser covers
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3… Noooo Jack kicked out, I can't believe it,
Biff Wellington: Joser now signals for the M.oA. as they start to enter the ring, Fury whacks Jack with the chair, There's the bell
Sweet Lou: Your winner, Jack Irons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tommy Riley: Yeah get him guys, Faith buckles him over with shot to the gut with the baseball bat. The crowd is cheering, Yeah Pro-M.o.A. Wait a minute it's that traitor. Its Leon Wallace, He slides into the ring.
Biff Wellington: Leon decks Fury, who drops the Chair, Wallace pick it up and smashes it over Fury's head. He then turns to Faith who takes a good facial shot. Redemption then charges Wallace and plants a knee to his back. Redemption then starts pounding on him. Fury manages to gets to his feet and nails Wallace with Frustration. Jose then grabs the chair and smacks Wallace with it. Wallace is busted open. The men continue their attack, The crowd pops again as Jon Clark and Mitch O'Brien head to the ring, As they do the MoA quickly take a powder. Let's take a break
Biff Wellington: Our next match has Clark Gregory attempting to pull a daily double as he goes up against the always viable Ares.
Tommy Riley: Ahh the pain the pain, you figure as long as Chadman has been involved in wrestling he be able to find some better guys to wrestle on his shows. Lou do your job. Sweet Lou:Ladies and gentlemen. This match is for the JWA Trans-Atlantic title!!! First, standing to my right, the challenger, and a veteran of the sport, the Ares!!!!!
The sound of crickets is heard In the back of the arena, echoing throughout.
And his opponent. He stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall, and is the JWA Trans-Atlantic Champion. Here is "Wicked Rage" Clark Gregory!
"Wild is the Wind", by Bon Jovi, blares over the loud speakers. 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, black leather wrestling boots, and red, white, and blue short tights, along with now black leather knee pads and elbow pads, and his spiked collar.
He points down to Ares, who is stretching in the center of the ring. Looks at his title, then back to Ares, shaking his head condescendingly. He quickly trots to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans on the way down, jumps to the apron, 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: Have we seen this before?
Tommy: Some people just don't know how to change things up a little. Why don't we just start calling him Rocky Rage?
Biff: That's not funny.. Gregory lands a quick drop kick to Ares' knee, knocking the big guy off of his feet! He's clearly thought this match out beforehand.
Tommy: Give it up! We know exactly how this match is gonna end.
Biff: Are you alright tonight, Tommy?
Tommy: Things are just way too predictable tonight. Look at that, Ares just stumbled to his feet, caught a kick to the stomach, and got hit with a DDT. Who'da thunk it? Now here comes the Esky Elbow Smash, after Gregory builds it up a little.
Biff: Well, yeah, this match is EXTREMELY predictable, but.. OH SH…..
CRASH
Biff: Tommy? Are you alright? Ladies and gentlemen, Gregory just came out of nowhere with an Esky Elbow Smash onto Tommy! I think Tommy's head hit the guardrail hard, and he's laying there a little out of it!
Gregory: Hey Riley, give that message to your friend, Fury! He's got hell coming to him next week!
Biff: Gregory slides into the ring and gets the pin, Ares still out from his devastating DDT. Uh oh, Tommy's up, and looking very angry with Gregory. But Gregory grabs his title and makes his way to the back. They're in a stare-down.
Tommy, are you alright?
Tommy: You actually think he can keep me down for any amount of time?! That bitch isn't gonna be alive much longer for that! That was a HUGE mistake, so he better get all of his gloating done now, because soon he'll have nothing to be happy about.
As Clark Gregory walks down the aisle Wolfsbane comes out and hands Clark Gregory a letter, Clark opens the letter up and it says "The Lover is interested in you're your title"
Biff Wellington: Apparently Clark Gregory has a new challenger for his belt, as now Lover has thrown his hat into the mix, along with Fury, and Attict.
Tommy Riley: This has just been handed to me, Outcast will not be able to make it tonight, as he has been apprehended by the local nut house and won't be able to make it to the show. What a shame I was looking forward to how that loony tune wrestled. Well Lets take a break.