Main Event
Banshee and Mystery Partner vs. Jon Clark and Mystery Partner
In tag-team tornado action

Plus a special announcement by intern President Duke regarding the Trans-Atlantic title and the World title.

Card Subject to Change

A dark screen, and then suddenly "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns -N- Roses starts up…

EWWWWWWWOWWWWWWWEWWWWOWWWWWWW!!

The camera’s finish their pan of the stadium to land on the JWA broadcasting table to find Biff Wellington alone again.

Biff Wellington: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome back to Chicago. Well we had a hell of a College Justice tour, and it’s finally good to get back home to cool our heels for awhile, and well I find myself alone, but you know that never lasts. In any matter we have a spectacular match for the fans tonight as Banshee takes on Jon Clark. Both with mystery partners in a tornado style match…

He is cut off as “Hey Man Nice Shot” by Filter hits the arena PA-system. The fans unsure of the music wait for the appearance of it’s owner.

Biff Wellington: Nope not going to get me again…this is Jose I know it is.

Sure enough Jose Gonzalez emerges from behind the curtain. A wig of long stringy black hair, a torn jersey, a pair of faded and worn jean shorts, and an old beat up pair of boots. His shoulders sagged he starts down to the announcers table…

Biff Wellington: You again…you know I still don’t know whose worse. You or Riley.

Jose Sherrill, takes a seat and slides a pair of head phones on. Then Jose speaks in an accent and voice that isn’t his…Low, dull, out of touch.

Jose Sherrill: I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t even been in an arena for little more then a year, and already I’m being accused, and would you listen to this wonderful crowd response. Why I decided to come back I’ll never know.

Biff Wellington: Uh, Jose…you were just out here two-weeks ago…

Jose Sherrill reaches over and smacks Biff in the back of the head.

Jose Sherrill: You shut up…Jose, is a dead man when I find him. Ripping off my patented move, and mocking my character? Yeah he’s a dead man, and if you confuse me for him again “Biff” I’ll let you feel how he’s gonna feel when I catch him.

Biff regains his composure and looks to Jose in a new light. He turns his attention to the ring.

Biff Wellington: Yes, of course Mr. Sherrill. I’m sorry. Please, I have a family at home and I don’t want any trouble…

Jose Sherrill stands and pounds the table with his closed fist.

Jose Sherrill: Dammit who do you think I am Lord Fell!?!

Biff flinches noticeably. Obviously realization of Jose’s new mental condition has sit in.

Biff Wellington: Yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply…

Jose Sherrill: Forget it…We have some match to call. Between four-guys I’ve never seen before.

Biff Wellington: Um, Jon Clark…

Jose Sherrill: Between four-guys I’ve never seen before. Got it?

Biff Wellington: Yeah…Ok let’s take it to the ring.

The cameras move to the ring where Sweet Lou stands alone. He brings the mic to his mouth and right before he speaks…”Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns –n- Roses hits the PA system. The fans respond neutrally as Intern President Duke comes marching down the ramp way. A piece of paper in hand, and a glare across his face.

He reaches ringside, goes up the steps and into the ring, and then snatching Sweet Lou’s mic away from him he turns to the crowd.

Biff Wellington: Wonder what this is all about?

Jose Sherrill: Oh with Duke it’s always something innovative. Remember M.o.A TF?

Biff Wellington: That was Chad this is Ben.

Jose Sherrill: Oh…

Duke begins to speak.

Intern President Duke: Ladies and gentlemen I regret to inform you that this match will not be taking place tonight. Jon Clark and his mystery partner did not show up tonight. So Banshee and his partner will receive the forfeit.

The crowd groans and boos.

But, it doesn’t end there. Oh no I still have two-weeks of tenure left in the JWA, and before those two-weeks are up I will receive two-apologies. One from Jon Clark for this no show, and on a one match card that just can’t happen, and the other from Bryan Mercy…

The fans cheer merely at the mention of Mercy’s name. Duke, shakes his head slightly.

Intern President Duke: Yes, true. Mercy has brought the JWA fans, money, and ratings, but at the same time we the JWA gave Mercy a home, and we have pushed his image, pushed his mottos, pushed his merchandise so far down the publics throats that they vomit Mercy!!

A slight boo starts up through the crowd at Duke’s rage.

Intern President Duke: Ahem…excuse me. I apologize for that. Now a message to you Bryan. That little show you put on is null and void. Every good citizen of the USA knows that before you can just say we broke terms in your contract…they have to be proven broken in a court of law.

Now we saved you the embarrassment of a court date, but Bryan I will not save you the embarrassment of issuing me a public apology. As a matter of fact you could say it’s an apology or it’s your title. Real simple actually. As of the 22nd of December, if you do not revoke everything you said about me and my Presidential abilities and give your apology, then as of the 22nd of December the AOWF will be declared an official JWA ppv and you will be forced to defend your title.

The crowd erupts into boos, and starts with the chants of “bullshit”.

Intern President Duke: I have the paper work here in your hand. It doesn’t need your signature, and it’s all perfectly legal…I’ll be waiting to hear from you Mercy.

He smiles and winks.

Biff Wellington: Whoa that’s some pretty big news there, and I have to wonder first off who Duke will appoint number one contender, and then if Mercy will issue an apology or not.

Jose Sherrill: And I care because? I thought I was gonna call a match tonight?

Intern President Duke: Now for a bit of news about the Trans-Atlantic title. After reviewing it’s lineage I have decided to retire the Trans-Atlantic title. Not because those who held it disgraced it, but because it’s been vacated more times then I care to count. In the end it doesn’t hold much worth behind it. Therefore, I am instituting a new title to the JWA. The Atlantic title. And next week will begin the Atlantic title tournament.

As of right now it’s first come first serve. Only six-spaces are available for the tournament, and anyone is welcome to it. Thank you for your time.

Duke tosses the mic back over to Sweet Lou and moves out of the ring and up the ramp way accompanied by boos all the way until he finally vanishes behind the curtain. The cameras return to our two-announcers.

Biff Wellington: Yeah well big news. So, Mr. Sherrill will you be taking part in that tournament?

Jose Sherrill: Don’t know…I just might. Depends if the right person signs up.

Biff Wellington: You mean Jos…

Jose Sherrill: Don’t say it.

Biff Wellington: Yeah well then I guess that’s our show. Um, for the JWA, and uh Chris Sherrill. This is Biff Wellington saying good night, and well see you next week.

The screen fades out to black