CWL Arena Report

"So where is the limo he promised us?"

"You're riding in it..."

"Where's the red carpet he said he would have rolled out for us?"

"Violet's more your color anyway..."

"Come on, this is total b.s.! That JACKASS Tyrrell is sending us god knows where and CWL's advertisement made absolutely -NO MENTION- where their comeback event would be held besides Chicago. Like people from New Orleans Louisiana have access to Chicago's local listings."

"Chill out about Dave and cut CWL some friggin slack will you. The CWL is relearning how to promote themselves as they go. Their not back to being national just yet, give them time to rebuild and get reorganized."

Chad Brent and Bryan Eddy didn't know what to expect when they were handed two tickets, pointed in the direction of a Greyhound bus, and told 'Here do your thing' by their boss, web site manager of the TitanZone.com pro wrestling news site, David Tyrrell. They didn't know what else they had in their hand -backstage passes no less- to the Championship Wrestling League's show Thursday Night Titans. All they knew was that they were on "special assignment" to cover blow by blow details of whatever happened during CWL's first comeback event someone high up in the TitanZone.com hierarchy called "TNT on WB".

Chad Brent, the more pesimistic of the two tried to squint through the thick fog hovering through the dimmly lit suburb of Chicago Illiniois from out the window seat of a Greyhound bus. 

Bryan Eddy was sitting next to him with an assignment sheet and a tentative line up of what to expect on the "Subject to be Changed" CWL card. Bryan began to read who on the card sounded familiar to him as he was quickly interupted, before given the chance to read the first name.

"Why don't we just screw this whole thing. Why don't we just try to scalp these tickets Dave gave us and just use the extra spending money in our pockets to get a nice warm hotel room? I mean sh*t. What are the chances we can figure out which high school gym, bingo hall, or flea market this show is being held at, huh? I mean the M.U.D. Arena? What the hell is that on this ticket? This looks like some kind of misprint. Are you RIBBIN me? I'm telling you it would be much easier to watch this thing from T.V. anyhow. I mean think about it. Even if we find this place you know we are going to end up behind a bunch of drunk jackasses standing in front of us all night. And crap, what about all the stupid signs? I bet Tyrrell has us "front row" before we go backstage. You remember what happened the last time we got Tyrrell's version of front row? Come to think of it, these backstage passes don't look too legit to me at all. We're going to end up buying nose bleed seats when and IF we get to this M.U.D. Arena. How the hell will we be able to take notes for our report from some nose bleed seats? WHAT THE HELL HAS TYRRELL GOTTEN US INTO!"

Bryan turned and gave Chad the usual sarcastic smirk he usually gives his partner when he goes off into a wild rant. Bryan could tell his partner was beginning to get nervous about where to go once the bus stopped.

"Look, backstage passes mean we'll be right there in the dressing room with the boys. Dave has his connections. We'll be at the arena soon enough. Let's just make sure we have all of our equipment before the bus stops ok."

Chad rolled his eyes.

"Whatever..."

Bryan stod up and began to rummage through his duffle bag. He wanted to make sure he had all of his gear on hand. Notebook, camera, extra pens, a spare pair of underwear in case something he saw out in the arena made him relieve himself. It looked like it was all there, and all in working order.

Chad was busy looking out the window while his partner continued to take careful inventory.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Chad had a VERY shocked look on his face.

 "Didn't that sign just say UWLWA Event next right?"

Bryan looked even more shocked.

"David, that ribbing SON OF A B*TCH!!!!!"