(Cut to an outside shot of a parking bay within the lower levels of the Corestates Center. A white stretch limosine is pulling into camera view from the streets above)Folks, we are back, and apparently we have a visitor to the facilities. But who is it? The entire scheduled roster has apparently checked in for the evening...and even one *UNSCHEDULED* person has as well, Mr. Salem. Unscheduled? Whar the heck is that party crasher? I'll learn him ta show up uninvited. I was talking about...oh nevermind. Ryan, what do you have for us? (Ryan from EWC.com comes into camera view with a microphone and motions for the cameraman to follow him) [Ryan] *while walking* Hey folks, Ryan here from ewc.com, and I'm out here to find out who has arrived here. No one in our staff, from Adrienne Solo on down, seems to have an idea, so of course they send the kid intern out...I mean, I wholeheartedly VOLUNTEERED to come out and get the scoop. (Ryan gets over to the limo as the door opens - out steps a VERY luscious brunette in a short red skirt and a Santa hat - she smiles and caresses Ryan's cheek as he comes around the door -- and Ryan sees who's in the limo) [Ryan] Uhhhh...oh my god. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ *********************************** @ Camera Cut @************************************* @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ///-----\\\ | PA System | *whispers* "Now this is what it's like when worlds collide..." \\\-----/// @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ____ __ __ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ / __/__ / /__ / /________ ___ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ _\ \/ _ \/ / _ \/ __/ __/ _ \/ _ \@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@/___/\___/_/\___/\__/_/ \___/_//_/@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@@@@ @@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@ @@@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@ @@@ @@ @@ !@@ @@! @@@ @@! @@! @@! @@@ @@! @@@ @@! @@!@!@@@ @@ @@ !@! !@! @!@ !@! !@! !@! @!@ !@! @!@ !@! !@!!@!@! @@ @@ !@! @!@!@!@! !!@ @!! @!@ !@! @!@!!@! @!!!:! @!@ !!@! @@ @@ !!! !!!@!!!! !!! !!! !@! !!! !!@!@! !!!!!: !@! !!! @@ @@ :!! !!: !!! !!: !!: !!: !!! !!: :!! !!: !!: !!! @@ @@ :!: :!: !:! :!: :!: :!: !:! :!: !:! :!: :!: !:! @@ @@ ::: ::: :: ::: :: :: :::: :::: :: :: ::: :: :::: :: :: @@ @@ :: :: : : : : : : :: : : :: : : : : : : :: :: :: : @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@! @@@ @@! @@ @@ !@! @!@ !@! @@ @@ @!@ !@! @!!!:! @@ @@ !@! !!! !!!!!: @@ @@ !!: !!! !!: @@ @@ :!: !:! :!: @@ @@ ::::: :: :: @@ @@ : : : : @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@@@@ @@@@@@@ @@@@@@ @@@@@@@ @@@@@@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@! @@@ @@! @@@ @@! @@@ !@@ @@! @@@ @@ @@ !@! @!@ !@! @!@ !@! @!@ !@! !@! @!@ @@ @@ @!@!@!@! @!@@!@! @!@ !@! !@! @!@!@!@! @@ @@ !!!@!!!! !!@!!! !@! !!! !!! !!!@!!!! @@ @@ !!: !!! !!: !!: !!! :!! !!: !!! @@ @@ :!: !:! :!: :!: !:! :!: :!: !:! @@ @@ :: ::: :: ::::: :: ::: ::: :: ::: @@ @@ : : : : : : : :: :: : : : : @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@@@@ @@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@ @@ @@ @@! @@! !@@ @@! @@@ !@@ @@! @@ @@ !@! !@! @!! !@! @!@ !@! !@! @@ @@ @!! !@!@! @!@@!@! !!@@!! @!!!:! @@ @@ !!! @!!! !!@!!! !!@!!! !!!!!: @@ @@ !!: !!: !!: !:! !!: @@ @@ :!: :!: :!: !:! :!: @@ @@ :: :::: :: :: :::: :: :: :::: @@ @@ : :: : : : : :: : : : :: :: @@ @@ @@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@/ __/ | /| / / ___/@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@/ _/ | |/ |/ / /__@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@/___/ |__/|__/\___/@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ("When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000 plays as the arena goes dark, save for three multicolor-flashing underspots on the main stage. Nick Rierson walks out, flanked by Zach and Dan on each side, all three glowing under the pulsating lights as the crowd boos) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @| __|\ \ / // __| Nick Rearson @ @| _| \ \/\/ /| (__ @ @|___| \_/\_/ \___| (with the CoA) @ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Folks, I don't know what Ryan saw, but whatever it is, I'm finding out from my producers that Ryan is going to be...occupied for a little while. Well, if that thar hussy be any indication, the kid better not git his hopes up. The types that dress that way, they love 'em up an' then dump 'em faster'n a sack of cow manure. Nonetheless, our next matchup features Nick Rierson against "The Ace" Ty Kross, Nick's with his two brothers, who themselves have the match of their lives later on tonight in that Quadruple Threat match to determine who faces the Weapons of Last Resort at Snowbrawl for the tag team titles. Now that thar four-way thingee is the match I'm really lookin' forward to tonight! Eight men just a-beatin' the snot outta each other. It don't git no better'n that! Apparently all three of them have wireless microphones, they're not known for their talking, they're known more for leaving a trail of bodies in their wake... Heck, yew don't need ta talk if yew got the rep-yew-tation fer destruction these boys got. [Zach] So tonight is the night. The night where all wrong is undone as destiny awaits. We are to face three teams in a battle for the right to face the champions, the right to face the Weapons of Last Resort. We've had some tough challenges before, but tonight is different. Tonight the stakes are higher, and for those who step into the ring with us tonight, not only is a title shot at stake, but so are your lives. [Dan] Everything we have fought for has led us down a path. A path that will lead to glory, a path that leads to respect, a path that leads to fear of our names. To continue on this path though, destiny has chosen for us to go through 3 other teams. Hurley Boys, we have no problems with you. But don't think that we won't hurt you. Turn your backs on us and you won't be seeing the light of day again. You will end up engulfed in darkness, as the Full Redemption takes your soul. Siouxnami, we've never had to face you before. But one thing I think we can all agree on is, we don't like you. You don't deserve to be the number 1 contenders. You don't deserve to be in the same ring as teams like the 3 you will face tonight. For that fact alone boys, we make you a promise. You will not be walking out of that ring tonight. [Zach] I guess that leaves the Wave Runners. You got the best of us in our match last time. You won the battle. But lightning never strikes twice in the same place. This time the story will be the same, only will have a different ending...for destiny calls. We must answer and our answer must be something special. That special something will come in the form of 6 bodies, lying motionless in the ring. (Crowd lets out some healthy boos) [Dan] So after all this we will encounter the premier tag team of the EWC. We encounter the Weapons of Last Resort. Last time we faced Turner and Kenzake, we were beat. But that was a different time. We were following a weak leader. There was something missing. An empty void left by a pathetic man named Sebastian Sloan. It was too late then, we didn't realize what we were until he left. But now we are stronger than ever and we're ready for you. We've got someone backing us now that we know we can rely on. We've got family. [Nick] Tonight, destiny leads me down a different path. A path that leads through you Ty Kross. Last week was all fun and games. You made a mistake and we capatalized on it. You got stuck in a handicap match and were left lying there in the middle of the ring. Your soul was redeemed as you fell to the Full Redemption. You will suffer the same fate tonight, and this is only the beginning, for you will witness the true apocalypse. [Zach] So beware to all. Win or lose. [All] The Apocalypse is Coming (Zach and Dan leave the ringside area by order of referee Ray Chapman, as "The Man I Used to Be" by Clint Black plays over the PA system) Some strong words from the brothers Rierson as "The Ace" makes his way to ringside. From one Texan to another, Jack, what's your take on Ty Kross? Well, if this here "Ace" boy is a Texan, he ain't no Texan by birth. I mean, just lookit his name! Ty? What kinda red-blooded Texas name... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @| __|\ \ / // __| @ @| _| \ \/\/ /| (__ "The Ace" Ty Kross @ @|___| \_/\_/ \___| @ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ...is Ty? Ain't no Texas daddy I know worth his last name would ever give his son a wimpy name like "Ty". At least Dan and Zach left ringside, that would have been an interminable situation for Ty Kross to deal with a three on one. Speaking of which, apparently Mr. Wrestling IV made his return to EWC last week...but he's not here this week. Well if yew ask me, that Mr. Wrasslin' IV is a complete an' total SHAM! I have plenty good mem'ries 'bout Mr. Wrasslin' II. I got the chance ta wrassle 'gainst him in '79. He was a real fighter, a real scrapper, an' he was all man! That Mr. Wrasslin' fraud, he ain't got no backbone. He ain't got no guts. An' if he ever gits in my way, I'm a-rippin' that mask he's degradin' right off'n his face an' a-shovin' it down his throat! The bell has sounded, this is a standard TV time limit match, which is 15 minutes, and Kross tried to fake out Nick Rierson with a lunge, but Rierson not biting the bait on that one. They finally tie up, and both men are bulling around for an advantage until they break, and Rierson despite being about 20 lbs lighter than Kross is giving "The Ace" all that he wants in terms of strength. Well size an' weight don't always translate ta strength, boy. Yew gotta know how ta use yer size an' weight, no matter how li'l or how much yew got, to yer advantage. The phony Texan might be bigger, but ol' Nicky should be able to outsmart 'im without much trouble. They tie up again, and Nick gets a nice armdrag takedown into an armbar. Kross slowly getting to his feet, and he hiptosses Nick Rierson to the mat. Nick gets up and ducks a lariat from Ty Kross, and BOOM!! HARD right hand by Nick Rierson, but Kross is still up, and he fires a right back of his own, and now we've got a Mexican standoff here, as both men trading back and forth blows, neither one giving an inch! Maybe I spoke too soon. Some purty decent rights bein' thrown in thar. Kross ducks a punch, was that a sucker non-punch? Kross goes in...inverted atomic drop by "The Ace" that staggers Rierson...*crack* and a forearm uppercut that would make Roker Showtime proud, and Rierson is on the ropes. Now ya see, a real Texan wouldn't-a used no stinkin' forearm. He woulda used a good ol'-fashioned fist an' knocked a few teeth out! Kross pulls Rierson out by the arm, scoop bodyslam by the big Texan, now an elbowdrop, as Kross seems to have taken the measure of Nick Rierson. Cover by Kross...we've got one...we've got...only one, Nick kicking out of the pin attempt somewhat easily, and Kross settles down into a side headlock, trying to put his body weight on the upper body of Rierson as he does so. Now thar's the first sign of any brains from this Ace-boy. I told yew 'bout usin' yer weight to yer advantage, an' yew got'cherself a textbook example right thar. Nick slowly managing to get to his feet, but Kross still has that headlock on...elbow to the gut by Rierson, and another, and Nick going around Kross..and nails a nice gutwrench salto onto Ty Kross. And now Nick just laying the boots to the big Texan in an effort to wear him down. Now I know this Rierson boy ain't no Texan, but he be stompin' a mudhole in Kross any Texan would be proud of. Nick's got Ty by the hair now, and he's setting up for a vertical suplex, which is blocked by Kross...another attempt..and Kross reverses it, he's got him held high for a vertical suplex..and he WALKS FORWARD FIVE STEPS BEFORE sending him into the ropes for a slingshot suplex!! INCREDIBLE combination of power and balance there by "The Ace". Cover for one..TWO....kickout by Rierson. I'll admit, that was a purty gol-dang impressive move by Kross-boy. Not the kind of move I'd expect ta see from a real Texan, but it almost did the job. Rierson getting up, and Ty's right there with a big Texas boot to the jaw, and now Ty with an irish whip, sending Rierson into the opposite corner, and Ty CHARGING IN...but Rierson moves out of the way, and that big elbow meets nothing but turnbuckle. Rierson in from behind...FULL NELSON BULLDOG! Now thar's a true Texas move fer ya! Ain't nuthin' like a good ol' Texas bulldog ta lay someone out. Rierson now laying the boots big time on the fallen Ty Kross, kicking at the back and legs, finalizing with one huge stomp right on the head of Kross. Legdrop to the back of Ty's neck, and Rierson rolls him over for a cover, but can get only two. Ty-Texan showin' a bit of resillience in thar, but'cha gotta wonder just how much he's got left. He's been a-takin' quite the beatin', an' he ain't a-gettin' up as quickly no more. Rierson's got Kross by the head, clubbing forearm across the back of Ty Kross, and now a kneelift that shoots Kross backwards across the ring. Now Rierson sends Kross into the opposite ropes, and a running kneesmash to the face sends Kross right on his back again. An' thar yew see that phony Texan DOWN! He ain't tough enuf ta be a real Texan! If that be me in thar, I'd be a-gettin' right back up an' a-gettin' right back in ol' Nick's face! Meanwhile, Rierson is climbing to the second rope - falling fistdrop. Rierson with a one, and a two...and he pulled Kross up! Nick, you don't get paid by the hour in wrestling, what's he trying to prove? Y'know, I've seen many a rookie come an' go in this sport, an' the one thang I always tell 'em is git the win when ya can. If yer a veteran like me, yew can git away with pullin' yer opponent up like that. But that thar is a classic rookie mistake. He's got Kross in a suplex position here, hooking the leg for a fisherman's sup...no, fishermanbuster!!! DEVASTATING move, and he covers Kross for the one...two.....KROSS KICKS OUT!! *THAT'S* why you don't give an opponent a second chance. Just whut I was tellin' ya! The young boy tried ta show off, an' now it could very well end up costin' him the match! Rierson with some right hands as he's picking up Kross...Kross fires back to the midsection, now to the face, he's on his feet! Kross whips Rierson to the ropes...Rierson ducks the clothesline..URANAGE!!!! Rierson got the big texan up and over with that judo-style chokeslam!!! An' I don't thank he's a-gonna make the same mistake twice. He better go fer another cover right now. Rierson saying that's it...cover, one, two, thr..NO! SO close to the three count, but Kross isn't buying it. Dang, Kross-boy showin' some gin-yew-ine toughness in thar. Thar just might be some legit Texas blood in him after all! I remember a few years ago watching this big Texan stand toe to toe with one of the biggest men in the sport, Grim Weibaq, so you have to know he's tough. Nick on his way to the top rope, trying to put Kross away...Frog splash..Kross gets his knees up!!! And now both men are out on the mat. An' yew gotta go back to when ol' Nick picked up his opponent when he had 'im clearly beat! He picked 'im up, he did that li'l posin' before coverin' 'im the second time, an' now he's a-payin' fer it. Kross getting to his knees, both men up, and Rierson gets there first with a corkscrew neckbreaker. Count of one, two, and Kross *STILL* won't go down. Rierson slaps the mat in frustration, and picks up Kross, forearming him back into the ropes. Irish whip, Rierson goes for a backdrop...but Kross stops short and reverses it into a POWERBOMB!!! Showin' his strength advantage thar, an' now he's a-measurin' ol' Nick up fer somethin'.... Kross is fired up, charging lariat on Rierson, Rierson back up, and Kross nails him again with the lariat. Rierson staggering up...DAMN! KROSS JUST 360ed RIERSON WITH THAT LARIAT!!! Now that's a lariat any Texan woulda been proud of! An' Kross-boy doin' the smart thang, not givin' his opponent any time ta recover. He's got 'im right back in a headlock. And from the headlock into a BIG bulldog by Kross, and a cover, we have one, we have two...only two, as Rierson kicks out. Kross now going over to the ropes...he's asking a fan what move he wants to see next! Now what the hell's he doin' that fer??? Yew cain't be askin' no beer- swillin' idiot fan what move ta dew next! That's like askin' Halle Berry fer drivin' lessons! Whatever you feel about it, the fan called out "Jackhammer" - and sure enough, Kross nails a suplex powerslam on Rierson...one, two, thr..ALMOST three, both of these men have stamina reserves to be admired. Well, both these boys been goin' hammer'n'tongs since the bell, but the wannabe Texan been takin' the better of the beatin'. We'll see just how much longer he can keep goin'. Kross has him in suplex position, could this be the West Texas Driver? NO, Rierson with a nutshot on Kross..DDT by Rierson. And Rierson standing in center ring with his arms out. An' he's gittin' fancy *again*! This boy's more gol-dang stubborn than an ornery ol' mule. Either cover the man or hit another move on 'im, but don't just stand thar! He hooks Kross in a reverse-DDT starting position, this could be Final Judgement...Kross twists around, LIFTS HIM UP..STUNGUN!!! STUNGUN ON THE ROPES!!! 'Tweren't much Kross-boy could dew ta git outta that thar position, but he found somethin' an' made it work! Rierson staggers around, and Kross with a boot to the gut...WEST TEXAS DRIVER!!!! Kross covers, one, two, it's over!!!!! Ty Kross is the winner here! ("The Man I Used to Be" starts playing over the speakers....) An' Rierson got no one to blame but himself fer this loss. He had Kross-boy beat three times, an' each time he...whoa, hold on here! Wait a minute, the Children of Apocalypse have just hit the ring, and now Zach and Dan Rierson are laying the boots onto Ty Kross..this isn't fair, this is three on one!!!! An' the cavalry has come to the rescue! Whar's that Mr. Wrasslin' Fraud when ya need 'im? Nowhar! Dan now has Ty Kross hooked into powerbomb position...and Zach spikes it with the neckbreaker, that's Full Redemption, and Kross has no backup, Wrestling IV is not in the building. Now Nick grabs the limp Ty Kross...FINAL JUDGEMENT INVERTED BRAINBUSTER!!! Kross is out in the center of the ring, and now all three brothers Rierson stand over the fallen "Ace" ("When Worlds Collide" plays again over the loudspeakers as the fans boo) An' them thar Children showin' just how strong fam'ly can be! Them boys is blood brothers. They always be a-comin' ta each other's aid, an' the Lone Texan didn't stand a chance! These three men have thrown the gauntlet down tonight, and they still have that four way dance to deal with later on tonight. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ *********************************** @ Camera Cut @************************************* @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ *PRETAPED* [The camera finds Titus Moongarden in the freeweight room of a gym, doing bench presses. Titus has on an old pair of cutoff sweats and a faded Grateful Dead t-shirt, and he is drenched with the sweat of his exertions. The amount of weight he has on the bar is formidable, and the man acting as his spotter is slightly wide-eyed as Titus piles up the reps with a slow, even pace.] [Spotter] Damn, man... you are looking HUGE lately. You spending more time here? [Titus] Yeah, man... something my old man used to tell me all the time... "manual labor is the balm for all ills of the spirit." I think that was Dylan Thomas... anyway, I can't, like, get a job digging ditches or whatever, because I'm traveling so much, you know? So that leaves this. [Titus continues the reps, showing no sign of slowing down.] Focus, man... that's the key. Negative energy is, like, still energy, and you can use it to make things better... and I've been pretty, you know, unbalanced lately... so I'm gonna use that energy to bulk up a little, you know? [Spotter] I hear you, man. Who you supposed to be wrestling next? [Titus] That Philosopher guy... Mikael Torvakorva -- Tsortaova -- uhh, yeah. That guy. Man, I wish my mom had taught me Russian instead of Swahili... anyway, it's like, here's another dude that doesn't seem to know what's supposed to happen in the ring, you know? I mean, this guy's supposed to be a philosopher, but man, he must be a Nihilist or something... [Finally, Titus nods to the spotter, and the man helps guide the bar back to the brackets. Titus sits up and takes a few deep breaths, stretching his arms.] [Spotter] Man, you're puttin' me to shame here. Cool that you pinned that Sim guy. You whaled pretty hard on him. [The spotter takes Titus' place on the bench, and Titus moves to act as spotter. The man tests the weight on the bar, then removes his hands from it.] [Titus] I've had, you know, a load of frustration to work out, you know? That's why I'm here, you know? I really didn't mean to smash that guy up... it just sorta happened. It's that frustration, dude... a cancer waitin' to grow... but that Philosopher dude? He better not add to my frustration level... I just don't need that right now, you know? Do you think that someone MAYBE can just wrestle a match sometimes? [Spotter] I hear you... Uhh, man? Could you take a few kilos off that bar for me? [Titus] [distracted] No problem, man. And that match is *next*! [The scene fades out as Titus gets busy lightening up the bar.]