Main Event
Jeffrey Drake and Bryan Mercy vs. Matt Attict and Tommy Riley
Banshee vs. Keith Wildwing
They Finally Collide in a Grudge Match
Abunai vs. Extreme Warrior
In a match signed on a whime
Hardcore Title Match
Jack Irons(c) vs. Chris Fury
With Jon Clark as the special guest referee
TV Title Match
Chad Hazzard(c) vs. Preacher
As Preacher finally gets his shot at the title.
Card Subject to Change
A dark screen, and then suddenly "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns -N- Roses starts up…
EWWWWWWWOWWWWWWWEWWWWOWWWWWWW!!
Welcome to the Jungle
We got fun ‘n’ games…
Suddenly footage of Drake and Styx’s scrimmage match hits the screen…Drake sailing through the air to hit the Hero’s Fall…
We got everything you want…
Footage of Bryan Mecry holding up the JWA World Title, sweat drenched and tired…
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need…
Footage Smokey coming down on a zip line to thwart the M.o.A’s attempts of fixing the Mercy/War world title match…
If you got the money honey…
Footage of Sage hitting a senton splash on a downed Preacher…
We got your disease…
Footage of Gangrene dragging a body bag, containing Wildwing, to ringside…
In the jungle
Welcome to the Jungle…
Footage of the M.o.A mobbing Bryan Mercy and Jaigo…
Watch it bring it to your kn-kn-kn knees, knees…
Footage of Mercy coming jumping off a ladder to hit Jon Clark with an elbow smash…
I wanna watch you bleed…
Footage of War being plowed over by a truck in the brick house match. His body tumbles over the top of the truck to finally settle on the pavement…
The music dies there and the last image fades away to black, and then the background noise of a jam packed arena are heard. Then finally the image of a jam packed Cox Arena in San Diego, California hit the screen. Fireworks and others various forms of pyro erupt throughout the arena as the fans explode into cheers…
The camera sweeps through the arena picking up on a few signs as always…
"Welcome back to the M.o.A
Banshee"
"End it all Drake"
"The west coast loves
Kid Misery"
"Hazzard is my
brother and father
And a final sweep picks up one last sign…
"Attict and Riley
What Dreams are made of"
The camera’s finish their pan of the arena to land on the JWA broadcasting table to find Biff Wellington along as always…
Biff Wellington: "Hello all and welcome to the first Thursday Vengeance under new, temporary management. Also the first Vengeance in which I’ll be calling the shots alone…That’s right…100% Biff, and 0% Riley…But we have plenty of time to get into all that later…Now let’s get into our first match witch pits the Hardcore Champion Jack Irons against the Enforcer of the M.o.A Chris Fury…Here that? Silence after my comments…It’s great."
The cameras shoot to the middle of the ring where Sweet Lou stands in the middle of the ring…
Sweet Lou: Ladies and gentlemen…This is the opening bout of tonight’s Vengeance. This match is scheduled for one-pinfall, with a thirty-minute time limit. It is for the JWA Hardcore Title, and will taike place under JWA Hardcore rules…Coming to the ring first…"
The lights flicker and then go out all the way…"When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000 hits the P-A system and the fans erupt into boos…
Sweet Lou: …From Albany, New York. Representing the Master of Armageddon. He stands at six-feet eleven-inches, and weighs in at 385-pounds. He is the Enforcer of the M.o.A, and he has Clark Gregory’s cat…He is CHRIS FUUUUUURYYYYYYYY!!"
With that the red and orange flares fire. Starting from around the Justicetron and moving all the way down the walkway to the four ring posts. As the last flares go off the lights come back up, and Chris Fury stands at the top of the walkway. The Hardcore title draped over his shoulder, a grin on his face, he moves down to ringside…
He reaches ringside, tosses the belt over to the time-keeper and rolls into the ring.
Sweet Lou: And his opponent! The JWA Hardcore Champion!…
"Fucking Hostile" by Pantera blares over the PA-system and the fans go absolutely nuts…
Sweet Lou: Coming out of Chicago, Illinois, and representing the Dangerous Alliance. Standing at six-feet five-inches, and weighing in at 300-pounds. He is the means to an end. He is your blue collar wrestler. He is JACK IIIIIIIIRRRRRRROOOOOOOONS!!
Jack Irons comes storming out from behind the curtain a six-pack of beer (in the bottle) in one hand, and int he other…one of the bottles of beer. He looks to the crowd with wild bloodshot eyes…toast’s them with his brewski, and starts to guzzle…
He moves closer down to ringside, stops drops the empty bottle, and pops open another…he starts to guzzle…
He finally reaches ringside, finishes the last drop from the bottle, and then lobs it at Fury…It connects and shatters across Fury’s forehead…
Biff Wellington: "WOW! Lou quick to exit as now Irons slides in with his six-pack and CLUBS FURY WITH IT! There’s shattered beer bottles everywhere!"
*DING-DING*
And before Jon Clark can even be introduced as the special guest referee the match starts up. Irons, at the beginning with the surprise attack, and a perfectly good waste of beer, kept the upper hand and most of the momentum. Even managing to plant Fury’s face into a broken beer bottle with a toe-hold take down…
Eventually Jon Clark made it to ringside, and slowly made his way into the ring, kicking aside broken bottles, a and watching the two with disinterest…Upon Fury’s first pin attempt Clark ignored it and climbed the turnbuckles to call to the crowd…and that sit the tone for the night as Fury would continuously give up the upper-hand to try and pull Clark down to do the count…
Towards the end of the match Clark having gained the upper hand, yet again tried for super Lights Out Powerbomb from the top turnbuckle, but as he brought Fury up they both tumbled out of the ring and through a table…Clark was there to assist Irons right away…
Biff Wellington: Well there goes Clark again…helping out Irons. He’s been giving Irons quick counts all night…I guess it serves Fury right though…Now Irons to his feet, and he’s staggering over to Fury…BUT Fury out of nowhere shoves a chair into Irons’ ribs and a boot to the face sends Irons tumbling over the railing…
Hey wait now…the crowd over by the entrance is starting to make some noise…It looks like someone is coming out from behind the curtains, and…I don’t believe it! It’s Mayhem! Mayhem the man that took place in the first AOWF KoE match, and is returning this year for the KoE tournament…He’s here in the JWA arena!
The cameras move away from the match to the entrance way where a chiseled man, with short slicked back black hair stands…he looks down to the two-combatants from behind red framed Oakley’s…The slowly he starts down to ringside…stopping only one by the railing to grab up a chair…
Biff Wellington: Oh this isn’t any good. He’s bringing a chair down with him…Looks like Fury just took notice of him…I don’t think he knows who he is, but he recognizes the threat of a chair. He leaves Irons, and grabs up his own chair to go out to meet Mayhem…
The two of them now two-feet apart just eyeing one another…Mayhem is saying something, but were not picking it up. I don’t understand this…I don’t think Mayhem and Fury have any history…WAIT! I get it now…Mayhem is baiting a trap! Irons to his feet now sneaking in behind Fury with a chair…Clark catching onto the trap interjects himself into the conversation between Mayhem and Fury…
Fury, has no idea that Clark is behind him…Clark raising his chair…Mayhem going for the chair shot now too, Clark ducks…NO, NO! Fury at the last second senses the trap and moves! Mayhem just leveled Irons with that chair shot! He looks totally stunned…Fury knocks the chair from Mayhem’s hands and now he’s the only one with a chair…Mayhem not stupid quickly retreats.
Fury now turning back around to Irons…OUCH! A vicious blow with that chair and now he covers up on Irons…And there’s nothing Clark can do now…He finally drops and gives a very slow…very slow…Yeah so our next match up…Ah! Finally the three count!
*DING-DING*
"When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 500 hits the PA again and the fans start to boo…
Biff Wellington: Well Fury pulls off a victory of sorts here tonight, and secures the M.o.A another title, and now stands, and makes his way tot he time keepers table to collect his belt…And I have to wonder what words were exchanged between Mayhem and Fury, and is Mayhem actually in league with Irons and the Dangerous Alliance? I suspect we’ll get these answers soon enough though.
Fury now heading up the rampway as Clark just looks at the downed Irons with disgust…Clark now taking his leave as Irons finally comes to. Now rising to his feet, he moves over to the crowd, and yep…gets a cup of beer from a fan…
Fury’s music cuts off as Fucking Hostile comes back on, and the fans erupt into cheers…Irons smiles, waves, and limps off sipping on his cup of beer
Biff Wellington: Well Irons taking the loss well, and as he vanishes behind the curtain we move on to match number two tonight. Sweet Lou now moving back up into the ring, and did I mention how great it is to be out here tonight…alone? Yes? Well I’ll just mention it again…It feels great to be out here tonight alone. Here goes Lou.
Sweet Lou: This next match up is scheduled for one-pin fall with a 20-minute time limit. Coming to the ring first from Honshu Island, Japan. Standing at six-feet even, and weighing in at 366-pounds! He is the Great Danger! He is AAAAAABUUUUUUUNAAAAAAAAI!!
"Night on Bald Mountain" starts up. The fans unsure of the rookie don’t really boo, and don’t really cheer. From behind the curtain Abunai finally appears. He moves down to ringside calmly. Not taking notice of the fans, nor the flash from the cameras. In his hand a Shinai…an object of potential lethal properties…
He reaches ringside and quickly hops up onto the apron, and then with an uncanny ease vaults over the top rope to land silently upon the inside…Once there he moves quietly to the center of the ring, and turns his attention back to the entrance way awaiting his opponent…
Sweet Lou: And his opponent from parts unknown. Standing at six-feet one-inches, and weighing in at 280-pounds!! He is the Master of the Northern Lights Elbow! He is the last Student of Ice! He is EXTREME WAAAAAARRIOOOOOOOR!!
"Sad but True" hits the PA system and the fans explode into cheers, but no sooner do they start then the lights go out…
Biff Wellington: Well I don’t know what’s going on here, but if another fuse has blown in this place there’s gonna be a law suit…Wait I can kinda make something out in the ring…
The lights are finally thrown back on full. For a brief blinding moment there is confusion. Then once focused is regained the story is told…
Biff Wellington: Oh no…oh no…Extreme Warrior in there with a chair and is whaling away at Abunai now, and this just isn’t right. I’ve never know EW to do this…The ref is calling for the bell already, and this one’s going to be handed to Abunai…
*DING-DING*
Biff Wellington: EW, is not letting up, and I’m sure Abunai came here prepared…just not for this…This is sickening, and the fans are booing EW now…EW is ignoring it all, and just plain rage is very apperant on his face…We need to get someone in there before this gets any worse…No…no wait…EW finally throwing the chair down, and now he picks up Abunai and tosses him over the top rope…Medics making their way to ringside now, but EW is signaling for a mic…He has one…
A mic is thrown to EW, and he quickly speaks into it…As the crowd chants "EW Sucks"…
Extreme Warrior: Yeah that’s right…let’s here it…EW sucks, EW sucks…Yep…got that all out of your system now?…Good. This will only take a moment of your time…My name is Jackson Santee…I have been living a lie for a very, very, long time now…
The booing begins to quiet down as Jackson Santee begins to pace the inside of the ring.
From my name, to my birthright, to my heritage, to the way I present myself to the world has all been a lie, but it wasn’t me lying to you…It was me lying to myself…I am not the Extreme Warrior…That was a name given to me by my surrogate family…I am me, and I have finally discovered the truths about myself. I’ve allowed myself to become a joke…I look around the JWA and I realize that I’m being ignored because of no other reason then I’m a joke. Here I am at the bottom of the card…facing guys like Abunai? Guys like Abunai? Is that right? I’m the last student of William Collins…I hold a talent that I have not allowed myself to explore. All because I was lying to myself…This match here tonight…was never going to happen…Not like this…Not as a match that meant absolutely nothing. That people would yawn through no matter how much talent was shown in the ring!…No.
He stops pacing and turns to face the crowd. A crowd now silent.
When this happens again, and it will happen again…it’ll mean something. It will mean something to you, to the wrestlers, and even more importantly to me. I’ve been living this lie. I’ve been turned into a joke, but I know the truth now, and it’s really been the world that’s been lied to. Hello I’m Jackson Santee…Time for the Truth.
Jackson Santee let’s the mic drop to the canvas and exits the ring…The crowd still silent. He takes a moment to look down at Abunai, and then continues on his way…
Biff Wellington: Well…I’m not quiet sure what to make of that. But it appears that Jackson Santee, has decided to change his outlook on life…Um, the medics are still down there by Abunai, and he’s starting to come around now…They’re getting him up, and wow! These fans are giving him a huge pop…Abunai doesn’t seem to notice any of it though as he shakes the medics off of him and moves towards the exit…
You know…he doesn’t seem overly effected by this as he exits the arena in much the same demeanor that he entered it in. And as he vanishes behind the curtain the cheering dies down…Well so far it’s been a rather eventful night, and still no Riley…Well let’s go ahead and move on in the night…as Sweet Lou takes up position again.
Sweet Lou is indeed back inside the ring with mic in hand…
Sweet Lou: This next match up is for the JWA World TV title!!
The fans erupt into cheers as Lou continues…
Sweet Lou: It is scheduled for one-pin fall with a 45-minute time limit! Coming to the ring first from Cleveland, Ohio. Standing at six-feet five-inches, and weighing in at 259-pounds! He is the Master of Redemption! He is PREEEEEECHEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!
The them from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly starts up over the PA…The crowd response is mixed as many are still unsure of what to make of Preacher, but slowly as he emerges from behind the curtain the cheering raises just slightly…
He doesn’t hesitate to listen to the crowd…He doesn’t hesitate to glorify himself. He starts down to ringside eyes focused. He slips into the ring under the bottom rope, and goes to wait for his opponent against the turnbuckle…
Sweet Lou: And his opponent the current JWA TV Champion!
The crowd erupts into cheers as "Saturday Night Special" by Lynerd Skynard blares through the arena…Hazzard is quick to emerge from behind the curtain. The JWA TV title fastened about his waist and the lovely Lana Jones at his side…He sports a smile, and quickly heads off down to ringside…
Lana follows in behind him, but seems to be lost in her own thoughts…Meanwhile Hazzard tosses his belt up to the ref and slides in under the bottom ropes
*DING-DING*
Biff Wellington: Chad now to his feet, and just watching Preacher across the way…Preacher, who followed Hazzards movements all the way into the ring, is just starting to pace a bit…Both men sizing each other up I’d assume…And well it looks like Lana is coming over this way. hey Lana.
Lana sits and puts on a sit of head phones
Lana Jones: Riley has a big head…What size does he have these adjusted to anyway? Hey Biff.
Biff Wellington: Preacher and Hazzard finally moving in on one another…The lock up and Hazzard quickly gets him in a full-nelson…Falls forward and BAM! Front face slam into the mat…Preacher had best not try and stay on the mat with Hazzard…So what brings you here Lana?
Lana Jones: Well Chad has a match.
Biff Wellington: Yeah I know but…
Lana Jones: Chad keeps the full nelson applied and pulls himself and Preacher back up to his feet, WOW! Nice move there by Preacher as he gave Chad a piggy back ride to the ropes, and straddled Chad’s neck across it…Well you know actually I just have this bad feeling about tonight and Jose and Chad…and well tonight.
Biff Wellington: Um…uh…yeah ok…
The match continues on inside the ring in a back and forth motion. Neither man really gaining the upper hand. A few pin attempts are made, but never make it to the three…
As the two continue to battle on, becoming more weary and tired "Hey Man Nice Shot" by Filter hits the PA System…Hazzard who had been in the middle of applying a front face lock stops what he’s doing, and turns toward the entrance…
Biff Wellington: Wait a minute…Isn’t that…
Lana Jones: Yes it is…But don’t get your hopes up.
Biff Wellington: Oh my God…he’s returning to the JWA!
The cameras move towards the curtain, and then slowly from behind the curtain a man wearing a ripped up dirty Chris Sherrill shirt, a pair of ripped up dirty cut offs, a pair of old black boots, and a really bad wig of long black hair steps out from behind the curtain…
For a second, and a very short second only the fans saw a fond memory, but that image quickly faded away as realization hit the arena
Biff Wellington: That isn’t Chris Sherrill! That’s Jose in a wig!!
Lana Jones: Told you not to get your hopes up…Dammit Jose this was stupid.
Biff Wellington: And Chad looks pissed, but he’s not gonna peruse Jose as he turns around to meet a drop kick to the face…Wait Jose has a mic now…
Lana Jones: Chad is going to kill him for this…
Jose moves forward a few more steps, and begins to speak…
Jose Sherrill: Huh? So Chad Hazzard the man I took out of the sport thought he could just crawl right back into that ring, and start his career back up again huh?…I don’t think so Chad…I think I sidelined you for a reason…You are my bitch…
Chad having finally heard enough untangles releases a Texas clover leaf and jumps out of the ring, and goes heading for Jose…
Jose Sherrill: YIKES!
Jose turns and goes running towards the curtains with Chad hot in pursuit…Leaving Preacher all by himself in the ring. The ref watching Jose and Chad run off begins a count.
Biff Wellington: Well it looks like this one is going to go to count out in Preacher’s favor…The ref now up to three…Hey wait Fury, Gangrene, Banshee, Faith, and Redemption coming out of the crowd now…The ref doesn’t see them, Preacher doesn’t see them…Banshee sneaks in behind Preacher…GERMAN RELEASE SUPLEX, and that sends Preacher to the outside, and now he’s M.o.A fodder…
Lana Jones: I have to go see what Jose and Chad are up to…bye…
Biff Wellington: No wait…Aw, well fine…the M.o.A pounding away on Preacher now, and he’s been getting a lot of that lately. Lana going up the ramp…the ref is up to seven…No, wait here comes Jose out from behind the curtain mic still in hand, and close behind him Chad Hazzard…
Jose Sherrill: It was a joke Chad! A joke! AHH!
Biff Wellington: The ref up to nine, Jose slides into the ring, Chad slides in behind him, the count is broken. Jose goes out the other side, Chad follows…the count restarts…The ref noticing Preacher on the outside being man handled…He’s telling the M.o.A to stop, but really there’s nothing he can do…Chad following Jose through the crowd now.
Jose Sherrill: Listen Chad I’ll take off the wig…Look see it’s just me Jose…LANA!!
Biff Wellington: Run Jose run! The M.o.A finally letting off of Preacher and they roll him back into the ring…The ref now yelling at the M.o.A to leave ringside…OH For crying out loud now what? Savage Warrior, just showed up, and now he’s sliding in to the ring on the opposite side where the ref is…He’s helping Preacher to his feet…well isn’t that nice…NO!!! SAVAGE ASSAULT! SAVAGE ASSAULT! And Preacher just can’t catch a break today…
Savage Warrior slides back out, and here comes Jose and Chad again…Jose slides into the ring, Chad slides in after him. Jose throws the mic at him, and pegs Chad square between the eyes, and that slows Chad down enough for Jose to gain a greater distance…
Chad sitting in the ring now rubbing the bridge of his nose…He’s looking up to Jose whose still running, and boy is he pissed. Now he’s finally turning his attention back to Preacher, and he seems confused to see him still laying on the mat...Chad to his feet now and he moves over to Preacher. Nudges him with his foot, shakes him, slaps him in the face a bit, shrugs and covers him up…
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3…
*DING-DING*
"Saturday Night Special" hits the PA again, and the crowd noise is subdued…
Biff Wellington: And uh…Chad Hazzard comes away with a win? I just feel really bad for Preacher…He was having a great match out there tonight. Trading it up with Hazzard and then this, and Hazzard is completely oblivious as to what happened as he shakes Preacher one more time, shrugs again, and grabbing up his belt starts up the walkway…
Preacher now starting to come to a bit, and I’m not even sure he knows what happened, but he’s starting to get the idea though as he sees himself in an empty ring…He sits up, and now he’s just looking around the ring…He’s to his feet now and shakes his head lightly…smiles to himself, and exits the ring.
Wow Preacher showing amazing self-restraint there. He’s been abused so much this last few weeks…That man has a heart of a champion…I wonder if he’ll ever get a chance to let it shine? Well with his exit we’re now up to our fourth-match of the evening…And well as always we’re going to go to…
Biff is cut off as "After the Flesh" by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult hits the PA…
Biff Wellington: Um, well this is one of two people…I’m hoping it’s the one still signed with the JWA…and yeah it is…
Jose Gonzalez comes rushing out from behind the curtain one more time to a chorus of boos. Jose, stops running, looks to the crowd, smiles and waves, and then continues on his run down to the announcers table…
Biff Wellington: Well hello Jose…
Jose Gonzalez: Hey Biff…weirdest thing…Chad’s been chasing me back stage.
Biff Wellington: Wonder if that had anything to do with you imitating Chris Sherrill?
Jose Gonzalez: What you mean imitating? I’m not imitating anyone…fucking mark.
Biff Wellington: No need for name calling Jose…Are you hear to call the match or just to annoy me?
Jose Styx: Is your scrub ass calling me annoying! Chico…you best shut the pie hole before I place a boot in it. And yeah I’m gonna call the match.
Biff Wellington: Um, ok…so I suppose this is Banshee idea huh? Little pro-M.o.A color commentating?
Jose Banshee: Of course you wallowing sow! The lord of the Gospel, and a general in Styx’s unholy army always has a greater plan.
Biff Wellington: Um, uh…yeah…We’re just gonna let Lou call in the next match…
Jose Banshee: You do that goon.
Sweet Lou: This next match up is scheduled for one-pin fall with a sixty-minute time limit. Coming to the ring first from Cherokee, North Carolina. Representing the Masters of Armageddon…
The lights dim and "Diary of a Madman" by Ozzy Osbourne comes on over the PA…The fans begin to boo loudly…as a laser light show starts to flash through the crowd…
Sweet Lou: Standing at six-feet even, and weighing in at 232-pounds. He is the Lord of the Gospel. He is BAAAAAAAANSHEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Banshee finally appears from behind the curtain…his elegant surcoat, white hair pulled back into a ponytail, and his lovely valet Lavender at his side, and this time when he looks upon her he smiles…
She moves near to him and they exchange a few words. She smiles and vanishes behind the curtain, but Banshee remains atop the rampway for a few moments more, and then he begins a casual walk down to ringside, and as he does Gangrene, Chris Fury, and Matt Attict appear from behind the curtain…
They move down to ringside with him and take up position around the ring, as Banshee eloquently ascends the steel steps, and upon the threshold of the ring entrance removes his surcoat, and tosses it over to Jose at the announcers table…He then enters the ring…
Jose Gonzalez: Geez, he just sends chills up and down my spin everytime I see him.
Biff Wellington: Well he does have an eerie presence about him…I know I wouldn’t want to mess with him…
Jose Wellington: And he has a great record too Biff. I wouldn’t be surprised if Banshee returned to his old winning ways. You know he was previously undefeated up until Fall From Grace 3?
Biff Wellington: Thank you…thank you very much for that information Jose…
Jose Wellington: Not a problem Biff…I’d also like to point out that the name Wildwing is also shared with the name of a cartoon duck on Disney’s The Mighty Ducks. Just some information I’ve managed to pick up throughout the years Biff.
Biff Wellington: …
Sweet Lou: And his opponent coming to the ring next. From parts unknown. Standing at six-feet four-inches, and weighing in at 246-pounds. He is just a fighter. He is no hero. He is KEITH WIIIIIIILDWIIIIIIING!!
"The Immortals" by Encounter the Ultimate hits the PA system the fans pop. From behind the curtain Keith Wildwing appears suddenly, and taking only a second to size up the situation with the M.o.A surrounding the ring he takes off for ringside…
His eyes remaining focused on a glaring Banshee he moves past Fury without a second glance. Then sliding into the ring he and Banshee begin to take a wide circle…
*DING-DING*
Biff Wellington: Banshee and Wildwing circling each other now, and…OH FOR HEAVENS SAKE! Take those damn contact lenses out!!
Jose Wildwing: Contact lenses? Do you suggest that the power of the Taco which courses through me and only me a hoax? A trick? Foolish mortal…you will smell the Taco’s wrath soon enough…
Biff Wellington: sigh…Wildwing slides in with a drop toe hold, and then quickly fastens on an ankle lock submission. Banshee too close tot he ropes though, reaches over with ease and Wildwing release the hold cleanly…
The match moves on changing pace and advantages frequently throughout the night. Both men never showing a weakness in their defense. Both men sticking to their own game plan, and…the M.o.A on the outside…stayed on the outside…
Back and forth they went each displaying their fair share of impressive moves, but it was 40-minutes into the match when Keith fouled up…Sitting Banshee up for his finisher…victory now only three-seconds away…Banshee suddenly reversed it into a tornado DDT…
While that move alone did not defeat Keith it took him away from his game plan, and he started to slide downhill from that point…
Jose Gonzalez: YEAH! GO! BANSHEE! GO! Come on Biff cheer with me.
Biff Wellington: I’d rather not…This match is getting extremely close to it’s time limit of sixty-minutes, and now Banshee sends Keith into the turnbuckle…Keith hits hard…Banshee follows in behind Wildwing…LEAPS to the top turnbuckle! SUPER G-DDT!!!
Jose Gonzalez: HEY! What the hell’s that shit! That’s my move dammit…Dammit…he did it so much better then me too.
Biff Wellington: Banshee now going for the pin…
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ThrBUZZZZZZZZZZ…Huh?
Banshee stands up again. A small smile on his face. Victory in his stance. He moves away from Wildwing and nods tot he M.o.A…
Biff Wellington: I’m not sure that Banshee got the pin in time…I think the time limit expired before hand, but wait a minute…The M.o.A is starting to move into the ring…No, Keith get up!
Jose Gonzalez: Not to worry Biff…they’ll get him up, and then drop him again…Just watch you’ll see…Now that ain’t right…
Suddenly from out of the crowd three-men dressed in black garb, to include hoods, obscuring their facial features…slide into the ring with chairs in hand and take up position around Keith before the M.o.A can reach him…
Banshee still in the ring frowns…For a moment he considers the options. Then smiles, and gestures for the M.o.A to disburse. He too soon leaves as the three men help Keith to his feet and out of the ring…
Biff Wellington: Well looks like you guys were thwarted this time…
Jose Drake: Thwarted? What’s a five-year old like you doing, using grown up words like that? Now shut up before I embarrass you some more…
Biff Wellington: Um, aren’t you going to leave now?
Jose Drake: Are you intelligent? Answer to both questions…No. There’s still one more match left in the night. I mean I know your a little slow and all, but it is your job to know these things…
Biff Wellington: Yeah…wonderful…you’re more annoying then Riley.
Jose Gonzalez: Say that again and see if I don’t introduce you to the Losers G-DDT. Or hell maybe I’ll even give you a free preview of the Losers Arriba Moonsault? You never know with me.
Biff Wellington: Great…Sweet Lou entering the ring now…
Sweet Lou: Ladies and gentlemen…This is our MAIN EVENT!
The fans erupt into cheers, and Lou waits a moment for them to quiet down…
Sweet Lou: Coming to the ring first from Miami, Florida, and Boston, Massachusetts. Representing the Masters of Armageddon. They stand at five-feet ten-inches, and six-feet even respectively. They weigh in at a total combined weight of 465-pounds. They are the Perfect One, and the Technician. They are TOMMY RILEY AND MATT AAAAAAAAATTIIIIIIIICT!!
Attict and Riley come out through the curtain and pause. No music is heard throughout the arena as the fans begin to boo...Attict does a couple bicep flexes and the boos get louder...suddenly, a large golden piano comes up from out of the floor beside Them. Brodhelm, Attict servent, on the keys.
"Bethoven's 16th Symphony" starts up as Fury makes his way from the back and all three go to the ring. Fury stay’s on the outside as Riley and Attict step into the ring. Fury, is noticed checking out the crowd…especially the front row area…
Sweet Lou: And one of their challengers coming out of Manhattan Beach, California. Representing the Fatal Charms…
"Creep" by Radiohead hits the arena PA system, loudly, and the fans go absolutely nuts. Their noise combined with the volume of "Creep" send the walls to vibrating…Lou is hardly audible over it all…
Sweet Lou: He stands at six-feet one-inches, and weighs in at 221-pounds. He is The Charm, he is Kid Misery, he is the End, he is JEFFREY DRAAAAAAAAKE!!
Finally Drake appears from behind the curtain. It had seemed impossible a few moments ago, but now suddenly the noise volume increased ten-fold…Flashes from a hundred or so cameras throughout the arena go off, as white strobe lights begin to lace through the spectators…
Drake takes a moment at the top of the rampway to look around to his west coast fan base. He smiles, and then slowly starts his march down to ringside…
Jose Drake: Oh goody…here comes mister un-talented himself.
Biff Wellington: What do you mean untalented? Have you not been watching his matches?
Jose Drake: No, not really, but you know all these moves he’s suddenly has under his arsenal are just ripped off from some Japanese wrestler somewhere…It’s not as original as The Losers Full Nelson…
Biff Wellington: And what makes that so special?
Jose Drake: The Losers Full Nelson?…It has The Loser in front of it of course…How much are they paying you again?
Biff Wellington: Not enough to put up with this…Drake now at ringside…being very weary of the two M.o.A’ers now at ringside…
Jose Drake: The smart thing to do would be to concentrate on the two-M.o.A’ers in the ring…You know I’m two seconds away from hitting him with a Hero’s Sweet Dreams Kick.
Drake finally ascends the steps and steps into the ring through the top and middle ropes…The fans just continue to explode around him. He leans back in the corner looking across the way to Attict and Riley…
Sweet Lou: And their other challenger for tonight in this tag-team match up. Currently residing in Chicago, Illinois!
Drake’s music ends and "Running with the Devil" by Van Halen starts up, at a considerably lower volume then Drake’s music was played out. Likewise the fans settle down into a quieter cheer, yet still one of the louder cheers heard tonight…
Sweet Lou: Standing at six-feet one-inches, and weighing in at 215-pounds! He is the Flyin’ One! He is the Lord of the Air! He is the self-proclaimed Greatest Athlete in Wrestling! He is the current JWA World Champion! He is BRYAN MEEEEEEEERCYYYYYYYYY!!
The crowd noise increases just slight, but not even close to their response to Drake, as Bryan Mercy steps through the curtain. A smile on his face, the World title around his waist, he smiles to the crowd. Another moment later and he’s moving down to ringside…the fans reaching out for a high-five every now and again, and he obliges them most of the time…
Jose Gonzalez: You know…Mercy’s gonna be in pain tonight…
Biff Wellington: What’s that suppose to mean?
Jose Gonzalez: Did I say that out loud? Oops.
Mercy finally reaches ringside and places his belt up on the time keepers table, then with a little leap he lands on the apron, and another vaults him over the top rope…His music finally dies down, and Sweet Lou exits the ring…
Biff Wellington: Well here we go as Matt and Riley are deciding whose going to start the thing off…Drake actually moving over to Mercy and engaging him in conversation…Wait a minute the fans starting to stir, and HEY it’s the intern President Ben Duke coming down to ringside…
Jose Gonzalez: I remember when he was still an announcer for the WCIWA…Or was that Chad?
Duke reaches ringside and pulls out a mic. Then looking into the ring he makes sure to look each one in the eye…
Inturn President Duke: I’ve decided that although this mixed tag-match is all fine and good, and did win the ratings for this week of namesake alone…That’s it’s not enough…So tonight not only is this a mixed tag-match boys, but it’s also an elimination match…
Meaning both members of a team have to be eliminated before there can be a winner. Good luck
The fans respond with a cheer, but the wrestlers expressions in the ring are all but ecstatic, as Drake heads for a far turnbuckle leaving Mercy in the ring, and Matt Attict remains in the ring as Riley takes his leave…
Biff Wellington: Well looks like we have our opening pairing for tonight…
*DING-DING*
Biff Wellington: And there’s the bell, Mercy rushes in with a dropkick! NO! Attict leans back and hits the ropes…Maercy lands on the mat…Attict comes forward with an elbow…Mercy with the kip up! Attict’s elbow nails the mat! Mercy leaps over Attict to the ropes…MOONSAULT! NO! Attict moves out of the way and Mercy hits with a belly flop!
Jose Attict: Well when you’re as Perfect as the Taco…you just make your opponents look bad…Kinda like how my Perfect commentating is making you look so bad…Attict picks up Mercy…RUNNING POWERSLAM! Perfectly executed.
Biff Wellington: Indeed it was a nice manuver. Attict picks up Mercy, wraps him up in an arm wringger, and there’s a tag to Riley. Riley comes in takes the arm bar from Attict. Nice roll around to the back of Mercy DROPPED into a neckbreaker. Wonderful switchover-powermove right there!
Jose Mercy: Well it was good, but Twilight would have finsished it off better. Twilight would have gotten the win right there. Look at Riley stomp on Mercy, if that where Twilight he’d grab Riley’s foot and twistit with the might of the Taco!
Biff Wellington: Riley picking Mercy, a throw to the ropes Mercy ducks a clothesline! Coming back from the otherside, Mercy slides under a reverse elbow, Riley turns MERCY JUST KIPPED UP KICKING RILEY RIGHT IN THE JAW! Mercy moves to his corner and a tag into Drake. Both men pick up Riley, DOUBLE SUPLEX! Attict comming in, there goes the reff to stop that. Drake and Mercy send Riley off to the other side SKY PRESS SLAM!
Jose Mercy: Well that was good but Twilight could have done it on his own. Twilight would have just flipped over in mid air and locked on the Hero’s suplex right there, OVER. Drake now in the ring with Riley, just isn’t the same. Riley sent to the ropes drop toe hold by Drake. Oh and see Twilight would never play to the crowd like that. Nooooo
Biff Wellington: Oook I think we’ve got the point. Drake with Riley moving in Riley a series of shots to the mid section of Drake, slips behind BACKBREAKER! He found a way out of the hole. Slowly Riley moving for a tag as is Drake. RILEY MADE IT! Attict across the ring CAUGHT DRAKE INCHES FROM MERCY!
Jose Gonzalez: Hehe, that must suck for Drake. Now he’s out a chance to catch his breath. That’s what Attict and Riley hold that Mercy and Drake don’t. Attict sending no refersed Drake sends Attict to the ropes. NO wait a tag rebound off the ropes, no spinning heel kick! THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!
Biff Wellington: Aparently Drake and Mercy dissagree. Mercy sending Attict to the ropes again, Drake LEAPS up to the top turnbuckle, 4….uh…ok 460 firebirdspecial! And Mercy for the pin…
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2 ATTICT MAKING THE SAVE!!!
Jose Attict: What a perfect save it was! That’s the personification of excelece in being there for your partner. Buddy Riley had a little trouble there and saved with the skill of perfect timing.
Biff Wellington: ALL RIGHT THAT’S IT!!! YOU CUT IT OUT NOW THIS MPD HAS TO END HERE! I’m commentating with an entire crew here!
Jose Mercy: I just wanted Twilight…
Biff Wellington: NO!
Jose Drake: And just what do you think you have that you can use to immita..
Biff Wellington: NO!
Jose Attict: Well I am the perfect..
Biff Wellington:NO!
Jose Gonzalez: Fucker…
Biff Wellington: Mercy has Riley in a bit of a bad way right now. A nice reverse chin lock holding Riley in the center of the ring. The reff is checking in on Riley now. He’s certainly fading. Raise of the arm…
Jose Gonzalez: DAMNIT NO!
Biff Wellington: Yes…And again….
Jose Gonzalez: REMEMBER THE TACO!! NO!
Biff Wellington: Again…Attict on the way in, WOW OUT OF NOWHERE RILEY PLAYED POSSUM! Leg sweep! ATTICT WITH A KNEE DROP! Drake moving in we have all four men in the ring now! Drake cutting off Riley. Attict sends him to the ropes another drop toe hold, quickly up again off the ropes for a leg drop…NO Riley Moved.
Jose Gonzalez: Go Attict, stomp Mercy…stomp him GO FOR IT STOMP HIM!! Attict picking Mercy up. Riley SENDS Drake into the turnbuckle. Attict sends Mercy towards Riley, Attict pushes off the ropes. MERCY’S GONNA HIT RILEY!! NOOO! YESSS Riley turned in time to land a spinebuster! ATTICT INTO THE CORNER WITH DRAKE..
Biff Wellington: Well the reff has lost all control here. Only took twenty minutes. Riley with a pin attempt on Mercy…
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No a kickout. Riley sends Mercy off the ropes. Attict has Drake prone on the turnbuckle. Riley misses a clothesline. Attict for a top rope suplex! DRAKE LEAPES WRAPS THE ARM AND HEAD TO A REALLL TOP ROPE JUJI GATAME! Hero’s top rope juji gatame for the first time!
Jose Gonzalez: I like Fruity Banna better… NOOO RILEY AND MERCY JUST COLLIEDED!!! Drake can have his hero’s sandwitch but I’ll be damned if he eats it too! All four men down. Attict rolls out of the ring as the reff starts to count…which is always difficult for Chadman’s reffs. Drake rolling to the outside apron in his corner. Riley and Mercy are still down. The reff made it to five. COME ON RILEY!!! Attict has
6…made it to his corner! TAG TAG!! TAG ATTICT COME ON!!
Biff Wellington: So much for an unbias evening…Mercy rolled over..
7…Riley making his way to the other side of the ring. Slowly they’re comming around. Mercy made it to his knees, that ends the count at 8. TAG TO DRAKE!! RILEY ANSWERES WITH A TAG OF HIS OWN! Attict comming in CLOTHESLINE DRAKE DOWN! Attict off the ropes for an elbow, DRAKE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! Drake kipping up heading off the ropes Attict to his feet DUCKS a spinning heel kick from Drake. Drake rolls with the fall rising up hitting the ropes again ducks a clothesline from Attict. Back one more time ATTICT a nice leap frog as he moves to the ropes. ATTICT for a boot DRAKE baseball slide’s under that one. Up again Attict off the other side, Drake catches him, keeps the momentum going. TORNADO URNAGE!!
Jose Gonzalez: There’s a name for that? Least it’s not the Hero’s urine. NO NOT A PIN…1
2.. GOOD Riley cut it off. I mean the guy does a single arm underhook slam while springing off the ropes and you actually have the lack of a life to find out what’s it’s called?
Biff Wellington: I get benifits for extra knowledge…
Jose Gonzalez: hmm.. benifits… what’s the name of that move again?
Biff Wellington: Drake has control of the match right now. He’s mounting the ropes. CORKSCREW SPLASH! NOO ATTICT GOT THE KNEES UP! Drake fully extended on that! He fully extended and that drove Atticts knee right into his heart!
Jose Gonzalez: Yeah…yeah look at him cring. Attict up now..BELLY BUSTER! Working on that mid frame of Drake. Attict, locking Drakes neck going for a suplex, NO HE JUST CHARGED THE TURNBUCKLE INTO A FALLING FORWARD SLAM! Attict DROPS him down with an inverted neckbreaker. Here’s the cover… it’s over..
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2..MERCY IN FOR THE SAVE HOW STUPID!!!
Biff Wellington: Not stupid for a guy who wants a W.
Biff Wellington: The reff out’s Mercy. Attict keeping control tosses Drake to the rope..no Drake lands a short thrust kick to the sternum of Attict. Another. Attict send Drake away to catch some breath, NO Drake reveses Attict comes off the ropes drop toe hold. Drake feeling the wind coming back in him, VERY smart rolls to his corner and makes his tag. Mercy into the ring now taking Attict on the way up. Mercy’s going to send him into the turnbuckle NO Attict dropped to a knee and changed momentum, Mercy headed to the wrong side of town RILEY LANDED A BOOT! Riley and Attict are working together VERY well. Every move Attict has used, Riley has amplified and vice versa. There’s a tag.
Jose Gonzalez: Well what do you expect they’re only the greatest duo in the AOWF. Attict with a double team. Drake wants in but if stupid did as stupid is he’d only get the reff on his ass. Attict behind, inverted Suplex…Riley grabs Mercy’s legs. NO BRAINBUSTER! ATTICT TURNS IT TO A CRAB! THAT’S PERFECTION!!
Biff Wellington: Drake comes in now BIG Clothesline on Riley!! Attict picks up where Riley left off on Mercy. Drake with Riley leg lock. Riley brings Drake in with his leg and rolls it into a single crab. Drake quickly slides under before Riley can sit down on it. BEAUTIFUL display of talent as Drake uses the leg hold to pick himself up sliding an arm in gaining both legs back and locking an arm bar.
Jose Gonzalez: Attict with Mercy, SLINGS him into the corner. Shoulder ram city!"
Biff Wellington:Riley, still in that arm bar rolls and summersaults to loosen the grip, turns it around and has a reverse arm bar now. Drake jockyeing for position around and slips underneith the locked arm of Riley to an arm wringer. Riley pushing off the ropes, sending Drake away, NO Drake holds on Riley two steps ahead spins around to a reverse waiste lock.
Jose Gonzalez: Attict has Mercy in the corner, NO MERCY TUNED IT AOURND!!! NO NO NO!!! Mercy’s pounding on Attict!! NO wait this is better Attict reversed it again. Biff Wellington: All four men in the ring now, Texas tornado rules abounding. Attict wailing away on Mercy in the corner, while Drake and Riley are taking each other through a lesson in 'Counters 101'! Riley has a reverse waistlock, wait, Drake switching. Hero's En. . . NO! Riley rolled out of it and forward to hook on a quick kneebar! Drake fights it an. . . uh-oh, what are they doing here again?
As the phrase leaves Biff's mouth, the camera switches to the entryway as a couple of M.o.A generals appear, and two of their soldiers appear. Banshee and Gangrene, sly grins present on each face. Gangrene with the Ugly Styk, and Banshee, armed with the longsword. Gangrene signals with his Ugly Styk and the other two-M.o.A’ers start down to ringside leaving only Banshee and Gangrene…
Biff Wellington: Faith and Redemption pour down to the ringside area! Security desperately trying to put up some defense, but it's in vain! Faith trying to rush the ring, but Mercy breaks free and slides hitting Faith with a dropkick, and that sends Faith tumbling back down to the floor. Attict rushes Mercy. . . Mercy with the spinebuster! The first part of the Mercy Killing, he's setting him up for the coup de' grace of the maneuver. . . but Attict uses a monkey flip that sends Mercy flying over the top! Mercy is down on the outside, and is surounding by a sea of M.o.A!
Jose Gonzalez: Oh hey that’s my cue…Later Biff. Jose goes rushing into the fray while Mercy gets tangled up in a brawl as he is still groggy from Attict's counter, but Mercy fights back, nailing Faith low, as well as sending Fury sprawling as he goes over the guardrail. Mercy nails a superkick on Redemption as well. . . but Jose from behind shoves Mercy from behind. . .
Right into the waiting hands of Gangrene. Mercy freezes dead in his tracks as the barrel of a loaded Colt .45 protrudes from the handle and into the forehead of Bryan. Gangrene's mouth moves slowly. . . 'Make a move and the floor behind you gets a new gray paint job' he says. . .
Biff Wellington: Gangrene is. . . he's got that loaded gun! And. . and. . . thrust kick! Drake nailed Riley with a thrust kick straight to Riley’s jaw! Drake, slowly pulls him up. . . hooks the leg and the head and prepares for the Hero's Suplex! Drake nails it! He nails it!!! Referee!!!! Referee!!!! The referee has his back turned!!! He’s counting out Mercy! Tommy starting to get out!
Biff Wellington: Tommy squirming. . . Drake still has him hooked as he picks him up for another! He starts the pick-up. . . but Attict with a full-nelson from behind!! Attict has it hooked…The ref hits the ten count! Mercy’s been eliminated…Attict quickly with the Dragon Suplex, dropping Drake on his head!
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*DING-DING*
Biff Wellington: DAMN! The M.o.A has manipulated the outcome of yet another match!! Attict lets Drake's arms go as Attict sits with a grin on. Riley still trying to regain his composure as Drake is still behind Attict. Wait, Drake moving though. . . HERO'S GRASP!!! ATTICT IN THE HERO'S GRASP!!! He's thrashing more than he should, and he seems to be calling for a submission! I can't tell is he striking back or tapping?!? Drake lets go and takes on Riley. . . Riley blocks the Hero's End again and spins with a back elbow. . . Drake hooks him and gets a running start towards the turn buckles and nails a. . . a TORNADO URANAGE! He nailed Riley with it! Drake is dominant in the ring!No wait! From out of the crowd again…the M.o.A doesn’t see him they’re all tangled up with Mercy…It’s Savage Warrior again…He slides into the ring…Attict still on the ring floor…Warrior hefts him up…SAVAGE ASSAULT! SAVAGE ASSAULT! And Warrior with one last glance to Drake sneaks back out of the ring.
Oh god, for my broadcasting partner who is currently unconscious Tommy Riley, I'm Biff Wellington, we'll see you next Thursday!
But as the screen begins to fade as the credits flash, the scene slowly fades into another. . . a closed door, marked as the JWA champion's. The door is slowly opened, as the M.o.A is present inside. Gangrene and Banshee head up the pack, the pack intent on one section of the wall not seen.
Snickers roll out of the Masters as finally the angle is adjusted, revealing an imprisoned Bryan Mercy. His hands, feet, and torso: fasted tightly to the solid white wall behind him with a variety of tape. He struggles a bit still, but the verbal barrage of swearing he has been letting out is discontinued as Redemption places a piece of tape across his mouth.
Staring intently at Mercy, Gangrene removes his glare from him and to Banshee beside him. With a nod, Banshee slowly removes the longsword from it's sheath.
Gangrene: Mercy, you've been given enough chances by the M.o.A. . . we've realized this. Realized and, as your feeble mind can surely see, have taken action. Your carefree days of defending against Clark, Mildwing, and War are over. . . welcome to a new age, where your belt is nothing more than another belt added to the Masters' inventory. A belt that the Masters will possess as a trophy of submission. The submission of Justice in this world. And when I face you. . . submission will be your best bet for getting out alive.
Gangrene turns away from Mercy, back towards him, facing the opposite wall. He grins a bit as he exchanges looks from the other Masters.
Gangrene: And Mercy. . . Brahman was just 'itching' to know if you'd ever seen "Reservoir Dogs".
Banshee slowly runs his hand down the blade of the long sword. With a look of pure malevolence, he approaches Mercy slowly. . .
And as the camera fades out for the final time, the shot remains on the petrified eyes of the JWA champion.