CSWA PRIMETIME in Tacoma  

October 6, 2001

 

(The screen fades from black to an unusual opening for CSWA PRIMETIME.  CSWA Owner Chad Merritt is seated in a chair in front of a black backdrop, looking straight at the camera.  The lighting is low, and no CSWA logos are evident.  As he begins to speak, the black backdrop gives way to a waving flag.)

CM:  It's been almost a month since everything changed.  Almost four weeks since a group of suicidal maniacs decided to murder innocent citizens from over 40 countries.  It's been twenty-six days... but America still stands strong.  We sat and watched three planes careen into landmarks.  We fell to our knees as thousands of innocents were killed.  We wept as Manhattan smoked and the Pentagon was turned into a war zone.  

And when the smoke began to clear, and the tears of the moment were wiped away, we found reasons to hope.  Tales of heroes that helped crash a plane into the ground rather than into another building.  Heroes pulled from wreckage by other heroes working non-stop through the days and nights following.  Leaders who stepped up and proved what leadership is about.

As others, many more prolific than myself, have said, we were knocked down, but not out.  We were bowed, but far from broken.  We were bloodied and bruised, but never beaten.

Our attackers have found out that we are willing to fight for our freedom.  That the lyrics "the land of the free and the home of the brave" are more than just wistful strains, they're a true representation of the best of what we call America .  May God forgive those who did this to his, and may he have mercy on their souls.  God Bless America .

("God Bless America " plays as the CSWA PRIMETIME intro package rolls.  Once it ends, we're brought back to Merritt, this time in front of the black backdrop with the CSWA logo evident.)

Merritt:  Fans, thanks for joining us here on CSWA PRIMETIME.  It's a historic event for us... our first broadcast on a brand new channel.  As most of you know, our longstanding relationship with U-62 ended when they were sold, and their new ownership decided to change the successful channel into an all-news format.  Unfortunately, this came at the same time as our contract was due to renew with U-62.  We are so pleased to start our new relationship with NCN with tonight's PRIMETIME.  We hope that those of you watching will be sure to let any of your friends who may have been living under a rock know that they need to change the channel.  Without any further adieu from yours truly, let's get to the taped action from Tacoma , Washington .  We'll see you in our normal format, LIVE, from New Orleans , Louisiana for our next edition of CSWA PRIMETIME.


(CUTTO: BILL BUCKLEY and SAMMY BENSON, at ringside. The Tacoma-Dome crowd is behind them, predictably vocal, holding signs.)

BB: Fans, we’re here in a raucous TacomaDome here in the Pacific Northwest--

SB: Where you can’t get ANY beer here, except for some expensive and poor quality microbrews made by some hippies!

BB: And with that statement, I already have to read the qualifying statement-- as usual, the CSWA nor Bill Buckley endorses or agrees with the comments from the lush sitting next to me.

SB: Hey! I resemble that remark!

BB: And with that, let’s go to ringside--

(CUTTO: The ring. Inside the ring is CSWA Commissioner CHAD MERRITT-- in his conservative power-suit, standing behind a table with two gold belts on them. Merritt has a house mic, taps twice, and begins to speak.)

MERRITT: Thank you for the warm, Pacific Northwest welcome! (The crowd is mostly polite.) A few weeks ago, the CSWA had itself a Pay Per View. A Pay Per View entitled... (The crowd speaks along with his words) ELVIS LIVES. At that pay-per-view, we crowned new champions! (The crowd ERUPTS-- starting to chant RAD-DER, RAD-DER.) We saw great matches! And we also saw the end of an era... as the tag team known as The Foreign Exchange (The crowd ERUPTS again at the mention of the Exchange) lost a match, and pending the stipulation beforehand, are no longer allowed to wrestle (The crowd booooos.) here in the CSWA.

Now, if there was EVER a stipulation I’d like to overturn, it would be that one, because Tsunami and WildStar just might be the best tag team we’ve ever had here in the CSWA! (The crowd starts to applaud and make noise.) So without further ado... (CUE UP: The moog/guitar opening to "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. The crowd gets up. CUT TO: A sign that reads "The New Day Has Dawned!") here are Tsunami and WildStar.... THE FOREIGN EXCHANGE! 

(Tsunami and WildStar-- clad, as usual, in their wrestling gear-- run from the back, posing under the giant video screen that is now showcasing various highlights of past matches. They run down, pointing at the fans.)

BB: And here they are, for the last time ever. Tsunami and WildStar, a tag team that not only won titles here in the CSWA, but a tag team that helped bring fast-paced and high-flying action to America !

SB: And, not to mention, Teri Melton!

MERRITT: Tsunami, WildStar. I don’t know what to say to you, other than to thank you for all you’ve done and to congratulate you on your successes. And, on behalf of the entire CSWA, I’d like to personally present you two with these tokens of our appreciation.  (Merritt holds up the honorary titles.) These are yours forever... 

(Tsunami and WildStar grab the titles and hold them up to the applause of the crowd. WildStar puts the title on his shoulder and grabs the mic.)

STAR: Thank you, Mr. Merritt. The CSWA has always been our home and it’s always treated us great. It’s the best league in the history of this sport... and the reason why it’s so great is because of (turns and points to all sides of the arena) all of you, the fans!

(The crowd starts to applause. CUEUP: "Let Me Entertain You" by Robbie Williams. The crowd goes BALLISTIC when they hear the music. Michael Hardy and Simon Wilcox come out, under the video-wall that is showcasing highlights of THEIR moves. Hardy is holding a mic, waiting for the crowd to die down. Both are still in street clothes and are holding the CSWA World Tag Team Titles.)

HARDY: Star, Tsunami... We’ve been through a lot. We’ve attacked each other and we’ve busted each other up. We went through a war... and I can truly say, and I mean this... you guys are the best tag team we’ve ever faced. It was an honor to face you in your last match. And like you said before, WildStar, these-- (Wilcox holds the titles up.) mean EVERYTHING. And just like how you and Tsunami did it... treating these belts with honor.... we’re going to do it.... but with all due respect... we’re going to do it better! (The crowd starts chanting SIM PLEE STUN NING followed by rhythmic clapping. WildStar and Tsunami applaud.) And with that, WildStar and Tsunami... we just want to say goodbye... and congratulations on having one hell of a career!

STAR: No, thank you. Because I believe that the CSWA is in good hands because the tag division is now officially the house that Simply Stunning built! (With that, Simply Stunning wave goodbye. CLOSEUP: WildStar, a little misty-eyed.) Well, fans... I guess this is it. For the last time, Tsunami and WildStar, in a CSWA Wrestling Ring. I never thought it would—

(CUE UP: "Cherub Rock" by Smashing Pumpkins. WildStar has a befuddled appearance, not recognizing the theme music. CUT TO: "The Lord of the Cyberverse" Jimmy Valienti-- backwards hat, cellphone, rumpled suit-- walks, with a mic. Behind him are two guys in black masks wearing T-Shirts that read NEW SUICIDE SQUAD on them in block letters.)

JIMMY: You know, when you HAVE a party, you should make sure you send out invitations... (snidely) WILDSTAR. (The crowd boos. Jimmy, now on the ring steps, turns to them.) Shut up. Now. When you HAVE a party, you should make sure you send out an invitation to (climbing through the ropes followed by his two masked men.) the man who MADE you. To the man who INVENTED hardcore. To the man who is RESPONSIBLE for your career.

STAR: Hold it right there, Jimmy. I don’t know why you’re here, but this is for me and Tsunami. There’s no need for this... if you want to talk semantics, do it on your own time. Because frankly, I-- and NONE of these people (The crowd cheers) care.

JIMMY: Oh, like I care what YOU think or what these people think! You see, WildStar, I came here tonight for a reason. It was only five years ago when I brought YOUR partner (points to Tsunami, who is looking at Jimmy with a quizzical gaze.) from Japan . It was only five years ago when I unleashed him on the CSWA and led him to the World Title.

STAR: Yeah, so what’s your point?

JIMMY: My point is, WildStar, I brought in a group called THE SUICIDE SQUAD that became *THE* dominant force in this industry. And tonight, tonight I plan on debuting the NEW Suicide Squad right here. And just like five years ago, no one is safe in our path!

STAR: (Looking at the masked men, whose arms are folded.) I take it these two are your clients, huh? Well, Jimmy, good luck. If me and Tsunami weren’t broken up, we’d tear these two apart right now! (The crowd is cheering.)

JIMMY: Oh, you think? You think? Well, Star, you’re wrong...

STAR: Oh yeah? You think I’m wrong? Huh? (WildStar grabs Jimmy by the shirt collar and the two masked men get in WildStar’s face.)

JIMMY: (nervous) Yeah-- because there is no Suicide Squad without a Posterboy!

BB: OH NO! OH NO! TSUNAMI JUST KICKED WILDSTAR IN BEHIND WITH ONE OF THOSE LETHAL SAVATE KICKS! TSUNAMI IS KICKING WILDSTAR IN HIS HEAD! AND THE TWO MASKED MEN ARE STOMPING!

SB: HA! This is great stuff. I was getting all sad listening to all this. Leave it to Jimmy! What a genius!

BB: One masked man has WildStar from behind. The other is on the ring apron-- SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX! WILDSTAR LANDED RIGHT ON HIS NECK! AND TSUNAMI IS SETTING UP THAT TABLE! HE IS TELLING THE TWO MASKED MEN TO PUT HIM ON IT!

SB: Goodbye, WildStar! We hardly knew ye!

BB: Tsunami is on the top-- SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO HIS FORMER PARTNER THROUGH THE TABLE! OH MY LORD! WILDSTAR IS OUT! WILDSTAR IS OUT! AND NOW TSUNAMI IS LAYING THE TAG TITLES ON HIS FORMER PARTNER! HE JUST SPIT ON WILDSTAR!

SB: And the legacy of their partnership!

JIMMY: You all think I’m kidding? You all think I’m joking? I’m not. BECAUSE TONIGHT MARKS THE BEGINNING OF AN ERA... The New Suicide Squad! With The Posterboy of Hardcore, Tsunami... (the one masked man takes off his mask) The Warhorse Kid, Johnny Lang... (and the second follows) and the Greensboro Champ, and the future of wrestling, Evan Aho! There is NO ONE who can stop us! NO ONE! (All four continue to stomp on the beaten WildStar.)

BB: This is ridiculous! Evan Aho! Johnny Lang! Tsunami!

SB: Face it! Jimmy V. is a genius! Not only did he form an alliance with three of the best talents in the CSWA... but he also eliminated WildStar in the process! Now that’s Five Stars! No one is safe!

BB: We need someone out here to clean up this carnage... NOW! (FTB)


CSWA Unified Tag Team Championships
Simply Stunning vs. The Professionals

(CUTTO: The large video-wall. The screen is black, and then on it (with matching sound effects) is the strike of a match. The match strikes a cigarette being puffed by a pouty pair of red lips, which then emit smoke spelling out the words "THE PROFESSIONALS." The crowd busts out a large amount of cheers at first, which is,curiously, immediately followed by boooooos. CUE UP: The white noise of "Voodoo Chille" by Ben Harper. The Professionals are under the videowall, both wearing black "nothing fancy" trunks, smoking cigs, eyeing up the crowd with a "Who gives a f---" slant. They start to walk down the ring, cooler than cool.)

BB: Will you sit down?

SB: (on his feet, applauding) No way. These guys are COOL, Buckley. That’s rule number one. Do it cool. Like me.

BB: Cool? You? Buckley, you dress like JJ DeVille!

SB: And that, my man, is cool. Hey! It’s Eddie Mayfield! What’s up my man?

(Sammy tries to give Eddie a "Dawg Pound" hand bang thing. Eddie just ignores him, puffing away on a smoke, and Sammy tries to play it off like he’s messing with his hair. The sound rattles as Eddie puts on a headset, puffing away, flicking his ashes in Benson’s drink. Eddie puts his feet up on the desk.)

BB: Uhm, Eddie-- don’t you have, you know, a tag team match?

MAYFIELD: Listen here, and listen good, you minimum wage mic-jockey. Right now, you’re sitting in the presence of professional wrestling’s Hottest Property. I can make people tap out JUST BY CUTTING PROMOS ALONE. I don’t know who these dorks are who we’re facing, and I don’t really care, Scooter Pie. My man Craig Miles, Cocky Craig himself, he’s more than able to take these two no-names apart.

BB: Simply Stunning are NOT no-names, Eddie. They’re our tag team champions-- and they’re well on their way to being an all-time team.

MAYFIELD: All-time team? All-time team? Heh. (Exhales into the mic.) Well, Tom Adler’s an all-time wrestler. And guess what? He ain’t ever showing up here again after we ran him out. And these two little dudes are gonna be a footnote, because tonight begins the new era of wrestling history-- The Era of the Professional.

SB: Tell ‘em--

MAYFIELD: And you, you Bobby The Brain retread, shut up. You wanna get on the bandwagon? Tough. The Professionals are in the DRIVING SEAT of pro wrestling, and we don’t have room for any tagalongs like you!

(CUE UP: "Let Me Entertain You" by Robbie Williams. CUT TO: The video wall has the words "WE FLY WITHOUT CARE," interspersed with highlights of Simply Stunning in action. Simon and Michael appear under the ring, holding their titles, both holding them above their heads as the crowd goes nuts.)

MAYFIELD: THESE are the champs? We’re facing THESE guys? Oh man. I could sh(BLEEEEP) out more respectable tag champs! (Wilcox and Hardy walk around the ring, wearing matching Union Jack-themed jackets, holding the titles, burning a hole through Mayfield, who is smoking his Camel.)

BB: And here they are, our tag team champs from across the pond in England--

MAYFIELD: These guys are British? (Mayfield laughs uncontrollably.) Yo, I had no idea! Oh man, why’d I even show up for this?

SB: You and Miles should just be HANDED the titles.

MAYFIELD: Didn’t I tell you to shut up?

SB: You’re right, Sir.

BB: Miles is starting with Simon Wilcox, the smaller but faster of the duo. I think that’s good strategy... the younger Wilcox might tire the veteran Miles out!

MAYFIELD: Did you just smoke some crackrock? No one has the upper hand on Cocky Craig Miles or Hot Property in anything. We’re Professionals, and everyone else is a bunch of amateurs!

BB: Miles has Wilcox in a headlock, grabbing a little bit of hair in the process--

SB: I didn’t see that!

BB: Wilcox whips Miles into the ropes, drops down, Miles off the other set, Wilcox up and meets Craig Miles with an elbow to the face. And now he grabs Miles-- SPINNING NECKBREAKER! Cover! 1...2...NO!

MAYFIELD: Did you see that punk grab Craig’s trunks like that?

BB: Now, Wilcox grabs Miles arm and wrangles it around into a hammerlock, and reaches for the tag to his partner. Hardy climbs to the top rope, and comes off with a double axe-handle right to the shoulder!

SB: There has got to be a rule against doing that stuff.

MAYFIELD: Here, make yourself useful and clean this ashtray for me. I’ll be back. (SFX: Mayfield taking off the headset.)

BB: Eddie Mayfield has decided to go to the ring, he hops on the apron and Pee Wee Troutman is telling him to get down-- AND CRAIG MILES JUST KICKED MICHAEL HARDY WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE!

SB: In true professional style!

BB: Will you stop cleaning the ashtray? Now Miles whips Hardy into the ropes and grabs him-- HOT SHOT! He just dropped Hardy’s throat across the top rope! And when Troutman is saying something to Miles, Mayfield is choking him out! Mayfield and Miles are ridiculous.

SB: What a doubleteam move!

BB: Now Mayfield is up on the apron... and Miles tags him. Miles is pantomiming something to Mayfield-- he’s going to have a cigarette break!

SB: Now aren’t you glad I cleaned the ashtray?

BB: (SFX-- Miles putting on the headset) Hot Property is now putting the boots to Hardy, and now eye rakes him! MILES: Well well well... if it isn’t the two men who are the official spokesmen for Unisom sleeping pills!

SB: Mr. Miles, I cleaned the ashtray for you!

MILES: So? (Miles blows cigarette smoke right in Sammy’s face.)

BB: Mayfield is now choking Simon across the top rope, and Troutman is making him stop! And Mayfield is yelling at Troutman, in disbelief that he would be forced to stop blatantly cheating.

MILES: Rule number one, Buckley... is do it cool. The Pros always do things cool. Pee Wee Troutman should know we don’t play by anyone else’s rules but our own...

SB: It’s a whole new ballgame here in the CSWA!

BB: Eddie Mayfield off the ropes and he drops a knee to Hardy’s throat.

MILES: We’re going to work on the throat as a bodypart... that way, we’ll never have to hear these limeys talk with their girlish accents ever again! BB: Now Mayfield has Hardy in a headlock and he hoists him--

SB: Watch this, Buckley!

BB: Now, Hot Property drops Michael Hardy stomach first across the top rope!

MILES: Come on, Mayfield! Pin this turkey already so we can hump some rats!

BB: You can’t say that!

SB: This is a professional, Buckley! He can say whatever he wants!

MILES: That’s right! Learn our new rulebook, moron... because this is now The Era of the Professional!

BB: Mayfield now has Hardy and lifts him-- BRAINBUSTER!

SB: Dropping him right on his head! New tag champs!

BB: Mayfield is yelling at the fans, and gesturing that the belt is going to be around his waist. He’s going for the cover rather non-chalantly here... 1....2....No! Hardy kicks out.

MILES: That was three. Already, the brass of this joke league is cracking down on me and HP for doin’ things our way. Well, guess what? We’re STILL walking out with the titles, and we’re STILL going to play by our rules.

SB: Do it cool!

BB: Mayfield yells something at Troutman, and he now picks Hardy up-- HARDY CRADLES MAYFIELD! 1.....2.....NO! Both are up-- HARDY SMALL PACKAGES MAYFIELD! 1.....2.....NO! NO! Eddie Mayfield just BARELY kicked out.

MILES: Yo, ham’n’egger... watch my smokes!

SB: You got it, Craiggers!

BB: Mayfield swings with a wild clothesline at Hardy-- who ducks and-- BACKSLIDE! HE HAS MAYFIELD PINNED! 1...... 2..... NO! Miles snuck into the ring and broke the pin up. Now Miles is punching Hardy. Get him out of there!

SB: No way. That’s completely fair and legal according to The Professionals.

BB: Now Wilcox is in the ring-- but Troutman heads Wilcox off, allowing Miles and Mayfield to drag Hardy to their corner. Miles sets Hardy up... Mayfield comes off the ropes with a clothesline-- AND MILES SWEEPS THE LEG! Mayfield is BERATING Hardy with comments and Troutman is forcing him out of the ring. What bullies Mayfield and Miles are.

SB: Eddie was just giving him some friendly advice!

BB: Miles tags Eddie and is signalling for Miles to hoist Hardy. Miles picks him up for a suplex-- and Mayfield comes off the top with a crossbody block!

SB: Excellent tag team precision. That’s why they’re number one and that’s why they just won the tag belts!

BB: Mayfield now is lying across Hardy, smiling, nodding his head. Troutman covers-- 1..... 2..... NO! NO! Hardy got the arm up, and Mayfield cannot believe it!

SB: This is completely wrong. Troutman should be suspended!

BB: Mayfield is really angry now, and he picks Hardy up, and slaps him, screaming at him. He whips Hardy in and Hardy catches Mayfield, who put his head down too early... DDT! He just spiked Mayfield! (The crowd EXPLODES.)

SB: No! He had the tights and the hair there!

BB: The crowd, clapping and stomping, along with Simon Wilcox, trying to summon his partner...  Mayfield tags in Miles who is charging at Hardy-- WHO MAKES THE TAG! (The crowd goes NUTS at the hot tag.) Wilcox hops over the top and SPEARS Miles! Mayfield is in the ring now and he tries to sneak up from behind-- SUPERKICK TO THE JAW!

SB: No! Mayfield might not be able to speak anymore!

BB: But Miles is up and he hits Wilcox with a shot right to the kidney. Now he has Wilcox in a full-nelson-- HARDY SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND WILCOX MOVES, DROPKICKING MILES! Wilcox with the cover! 1..... 2.... NO! Mayfield breaks the tag up.

SB: Troutman has completely lost control of this match. He should be fired for his gross incompetency. BB: Mayfield elbows Wilcox and forces him in the corner, and Miles low-blows Hardy and forces him into the corner. Both Mayfield and Miles are are slapping Simply Stunning in the chest.

SB: Take their hearts out!

BB: Mayfield and Miles look up and whip them-- DO SI DO from Hardy and Wicox! Hardy tackles Miles-- WHO FLIES OUT OF THE RING! Wilcox HURRICANRANAS MAYFIELD! HE CATCHES THE LEGS! 1..... 2..... (SFX: The bell ringing) 3! (The crowd erupts.) THEY DID IT! Simply Stunning gets the win!

SB: NO! That can’t be true!

BB: Hardy and Wilcox are holding their titles up in the air in celebration-- but Troutman is saying something to Rhubarb Jones --

RJ RJ: Ladies and gentleman... as a result of a 15-minute time-limit draw... this match has been declared a DRAW! (The crowd starts to reign down boos at the decision.)

BB: Hardy and Wilcox are obviously upset at that decision. But they still will remain champs--

SB: But they did not... I repeat... they did NOT beat The Professionals.

BB: Wilcox and Hardy are disagreeing with Troutman-- OH NO! CRAIG MILES JUST HIT HARDY IN THE BACK WITH A CHAIR! AND NOW HE HITS WILCOX! Mayfield is putting the boots to them, and Miles is crowning them with chairs!

SB: HA! This rules. What pros!

BB: Troutman is trying to get them to stop, and Mayfield grabs Troutman and tosses him over the top to the floor. (SFX: Repeated sounds of the ring bell going off.) Miles is just hitting both members of Simply Stunning repeatedly with that chair, bludgeoning them.

SB: Take these guys out for good!

BB: Here comes various CSWA security personnel to stop this onslaught... Eddie is coming over here now...

MAYFIELD: Where’s my smokes?

SB: Right here! I was watching--

BB: Mayfield snatches his pack of Camels from Sammy and rolls in the ring... he hands a cigarette to his partner and they both light up... THIS IS DISGUSTING!

SB: The Human Ashtrays!

BB: Mayfield and Miles are flicking their cigarette ashes on our tag team champions!

SB: Who are lucky to be holding those titles at all!

BB: Folks, we’ll be back.


(CUT TO: A large van pulling up into a loading area, the side of the van displaying a large sign touting 'RICHARD'S FIVE STAR CATERING'. A pair of chefs jump out of the van, scurry around the back of the van and start to unload a copious amount of food. Champagne , shrimps, steaks, brandy, a huge assortment of salads and cheeses... and a massive white cake bearing the words 'CONGRATULATIONS WICKED SIGHT'. They load the food up on trolleys and start to haul it off to another area.

The first chef opens a door to exit the loading area... and is suddenly face to face with a focused Wicked Sight, getting ready for his match later tonight with Apocalypse.)

Chef #1: Mr. Plett! What a... uh... surprise!

(The second chef jerks upright and frantically attempts to cover the cake so Wicked Sight can't see the words on the cake. Sight cranes his neck to try and peer over the first chef, a big smile on his face, taking his mind off Apocalypse for just a moment.)

Sight: What’cha got here guys? Looks like a... party… A big party. Is it for anyone I know?

Chef#1: Um... it's actually for... uh... Mr. LOVE!

Chef#2: That's right! This is just for Mr. Love’s dressing room. It's a perk he had put into his contract... that's all, probably to cheer him up after that head shaving…

Sight: Really... Wow... Eddy must be kind of hungry. You mind if I take a little peek?

Both Chefs: NO!

Chef#1: Ummm.. that is.. Mr. Love is ... very picky about people being near his food. OR around his food. Or even looking at his food.

Chef#2: Right! especially looking at his food! Eddy can't stand that!

Sight: (Smirking) All right, OK... well, I guess I shouldn't hold you guys up like that. Don't want to keep... 'Eddy' ... waiting now. But I’ve got a lot of focusing to do so I don’t need to be disturbed until after I’m done with Apocalypse tonight out there, all right?

Chef#2: (Visibly relieved) Sure, thank you Mr. Sight.

(The chefs rapidly haul the large pile of food and alcohol away and past the still grinning Wicked Sight. They scurry down the hallway and out a door.)

Wicked Sight: Cool... this must be a homecoming deal, I bet Rose has something to do with this...


BB:  We're back here on PRIMETIME folks.  Right now we're gonna head down to Rudy Seitzer, who has one of the CSWA's brightest stars with him backstage.

(CUT TO: Rudy Seitzer and Shawn Stevens in the back, from the looks of it all.... it seems to be in interview setting. Seitzer pushes the microphone toward his mouth.)

SEITZER: We're back here talking to Shawn "Superman" Stevens about his upcoming match against, Triple X. Shawn it's good to have you here tonight; you and Triple X have a long history…Is this going to be the ending of the epic story?

SUPERMAN: Thank you Rudy, it's just wonderful being able to finally express myself here in the CSWA; well… Now that I'm not being told what to do or how to say it. It makes me feel a little wanted you know? You see, when I first came into this federation Rudy, I was looked at with a glare; deemed a backstage cancer because of my past occurrences with men such as Triple X and Eli Flair. I wasn't welcomed with open hands when I first stepped in, hell… I knew that I wasn't going to gain any respect because my world was black; everyone else's is white with gray coating. I can't just shrug off certain things, I can't just pretend my wife died and it was used as a tool to gain more ratings…My life is bad, it's not pleasant.

I never tried to pretend the world was a happy place though, Rudy. I can't just expect it to be a picture perfect world where everything would work itself out…I needed to experience the pain and suffering to appreciate the true nature of Society. Sometimes you have to do certain things, to make people want to take notice…Sometimes you have to be the bad guy, so others can appreciate the hatred. I'm not as bad of a guy, that some would tell you Rudy. I'm the only hero to those fans, I'll play a part for all of them; as the quote, unquote "bad guy" until someone shows that being a role model isn't a job to be taken for granted. I do things that I don't want to do Rudy, because I need for society to be unclouded from the candy-coated nature of professional wrestling. Some would like us to believe it all stops in the ring, when we hit the backstage our life is nothing more then about winning and losing. I feel sorry for those people Rudy, but I'm Shawn Stevens - a professional wrestler, not the professional wrestler "Shawn Stevens"…There is a total difference.

SEITZER: Thank you Shawn, now…(Shawn cuts off Rudy and continues to speak)

SUPERMAN: That's why I feel sorry for Triple X, because he needs to defeat me to see that light; he needs to destroy me in the middle of that ring to advance his career…What am I supposed to do Rudy? You tell me, because this match here in CSWA…It's not going to bring me up the ladder, I've already been bogged down by my unwillingness to just conform…Or to let the good guys, if you will, take advantage of the fans short attention span. They aren't going to care either way if I lose are they? Yet if Triple X finally defeats me in CSWA maybe it will help him grab hold of a pretty title. That's something I could do for him…Yet if I did, he would be just like everyone else in this federation, taking something for nothing. I have to be that bad guy for him to work towards defeating, I have to lay Triple X on that mat to make him excel past me!

(Rudy Seitzer puts his hand up to his ear and puts his other hand forward, signaling for the camera to wait.)

SEITZER:  Folks, I've just gotten word from CSWA officials that due to the nature of this bout and both men's past performances, this bout is going to determine the top contender for the Presidential Championship!

(Stevens lets out a small grin, putting one of his large hands on his chin. To their right, a figure steps up. As the camera focuses in... a slight pop echoes around the arena... while - in the meantime - the camera slowly pans downward, focusing in on XXXstasy himself. He is clad in a 100% cotton sleeveless 'SuRviVOR' t- shirt, and black tights, with blue trim. His face is soaking wet... and, his hair hung low.)

SEITZER: Sean.... XXXstasy... what are your thoughts?

XXXSTASY (Staring at Seitzer): What do I think? What are my thoughts? Rudy Seitzer.... I've been in the CSWA for nearly a YEAR now.... I've beaten my fair share of CSWA vets, and have come within a hair of being Greensboro , AND Presidential Champion. With that being said.... how many times have YOU, Rudy.... come to me wanting to know my thoughts, or opinions?

SEITZER (Swallows hard):...None-- (Interrupted)

XXXSTASY: Exactly, Rudy.... exactly. And, now.... I'm only SECONDS away from a match that's gonna define my career.... a match that's either gonna make me or BREAK me.... and, what do you want to talk about? ...You wanna talk about Shawn 'Superman' Stevens.... Well, if you haven't heard by now.... I'm not some corporate kiss-up. I'm not gonna let ANY front office guys, promoters, OR politicians tell me WHAT and what not to do, SAY, or HOW I should say it.... but, in this case.... I'll cooperate."

(He turns to face the camera.) Shawn Stevens.... I don't know what's worse.... the fact that I have to wrestle you, or the fact that they ACTUALLY give you time to spit your pointless, senseless, drivel, brainwashing any-and-everybody who doesn't have this little thing we like to call 'common sense'. You think this is about a CSWA title shot? Newsflash, Shawn.... I've had title shots BEFORE you and I'll have 'em AFTER I dispose of you. Yeah.... we have a history.... but, you don't know a damned thing about me.... how I operate.... or how i think. Because if you did, you'd know that this thing between you and I is FAR beyond CSWA acceptance and career advancement. You'd know that the LAST thing I'm thinking about is what's gonna happen AFTER this match. Shawn, if you knew my mindset, you'd know that ALL I'm thinking about is THIS match.... and, doing whatever I can to see to it that YOU never compete again. (Slight Crowd Pop.)

And, I'm gonna do it, too. I promise you I'll do it. Because there's nothing new with you. I've seen your best.... I've BEEN through your best.... and, have TAKEN it. You can't stop me.... you can't BEAT me.... and, your future isn't HALF as bright as mine. You're right about one thing, though.... this IS the CSWA. I'm not gonna throw any past accomplishments in your face to help make my case. What I'm gonna do, Shawn.... is hurt you. I'm gonna beat you down. And, I'm gonna prove to you, the promoters, the fans, and most importantly.... myself, that I belong here. That I am every bit as good as I say I am. And, that I was right all along, when I made that bold claim two years ago.... the one where I said: 'You weren't on my level'. Prepare to be hurt, Shawn.... prepare to bleed.

You think that's harsh? Nah, you ain't seen it.... wait until we're in the squared circle.

(XXXstasy immediately walks out of the camera's view.... and, toward the curtain.  "Superman" Stevens smiles once again, shaking his head and heads the opposite way.)

(CUT TO: The broadcast position.)

BB: Well, Sammy, I guess that Sight doesn’t know about the Presidential Contendership stipulation on this upcoming match, but I’m sure he’s willing to defend the belt against either of these men, who he’s met before.

SB: He still hasn’t learned anything.

BB: Here we go… Let’s get to this match between two relative CSWA up-and-comers. They’re both decorated individuals in other places, but they have to remember that this is the big time. They might have to adapt a little bit, but for the time being, it should be great to watch these stallions do battle.

SB: Stallions? Buckley, I thought you were married.

BB: You know I am, Sammy.

SB: Then stop acting like you’re…

BB: Sammy!

Presidential Top Contenders Match
Shawn "Superman" Stevens vs. "Triple X" Sean Stevens

RJ: This contest is to determine who receives the next shot at the Presidential Championship!

(CUE UP: "Bullet In The Head" by Rage Against The Machine)

RJ: Coming out of O-Town , Florida , at 236 pounds… this is XXXSTASY!

(As Rhubarb is talking, XXX has been making his way down to the ringside area. He rolls in the ring and throws his hands in the air, receiving his surprisingly loud pop with adoration.)

BB: He looks real focused, Sammy, I’m sure both of these guys are going to be on the top of their game, it’s a huge chance for them to shine.

SB: Yeah, if the winner of this gets to fight Sight soon… and Sight survives the Apocalypse… they’re BOUND to be the Presidential Champion!

BB: Oh would you give it a rest already? You’re giving him as hard a time as you do our World Champion, Steve Radder…

SB: The Sno-Cone Man?

(CUE UP: "New Noise" by Refused – after a moment of unknowing silence, the crowd lets out a rather decent heel pop as Shawn Stevens steps out into the arena.)

RJ: Hailing from NEW YORK CITY , this is Shawn "SUPERMAN" Stevens!

SB: Stevens is a strong, smart, fast young guy with a lot of wrestling experience outside of the CSWA… He made his return at ELVIS LIVES in the Presidential Title Tourney, but had some no-name for a partner – had it not been for that, he’d have easily taken care of Wicked Sight. Stevens didn’t do a whole lot in his first run here and left on somewhat bad terms with the promotion, but decided to hop back into the fray and he’s pretty fortunate to be getting a shot like this.

BB: Nice commentary, Sammy… but this one’s underway, and in a big way, "Superman" Stevens lays into X-X-X with a few shots to the head, then sends him into the corner, XXXStasy moves out of the way and Stevens crashes into the turnbuckle… X with a rollup, but Stevens kicks out just as quick and both men are on their feet now.  Stevens swings a lariat but Triple X ducks it and turns the corner, catching "Superman" with a kick to the midsection.

SB: XXXStasy applies a reverse headlock and now trades it out for a side headlock, "Superman" Stevens shrugs him off and into the ropes, X with a leapfrog over the much larger of the two men with the same given name, both men turn and face each other, both with a right fist and both men stagger backward…

BB: That’s right, Sammy, X’s name is also Sean Stevens, but it’s spelled S-E-A-N, whereas "Superman" spells his first name with an H… it doesn’t matter to these two, though, it probably only adds fuel to a fire that they have had raging for sometime before bringing it to the major leagues.

SB: The "H" guy has that other guy in the corner going to town with fists and now boots, and the “X” kid is getting beat-down in the corner

BB:  Couldn’t you even take the time to get the names right?

SB:  I just started remembering that Sight kid’s name…what more do you want outta me?

BB:  Stevens has mounted the center turnbuckle and place his fists in the air, and these fans don’t like him all that much.  He’s wasting time when he should be taking advantage of the situation, from what I understand, that isn’t very much like "Superman" Stevens but whatever the case, he’s looking for cheers and XXXSTASY CATCHES HIM, POWERBOMB OUT OF THE CORNER AND THE REFEREE MAKES THE COUNT…

SB:  Is it over yet?

BB:  Not so fast! "Superman" Stevens kicks out at two, Worthington was right in place and Stevens got out, now X-X-X with a few shots to the head of "Superman" Stevens, sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip, but "Supes" reverses it and X springs onto the center rope, goes for a moonsault and he catches all of it, this could be it… one, two… NO, "Superman" kicks out once again…

SB:  Shouldn’t he have on a red cape or something?

BB: Both men gather themselves once again, both men throw fists and both connect, this is a very intense, very real rivalry between these two and Stevens throws him into the corner, follows in with a shoulder block and X crumples over, right into an uppercut from the independent standout, "Superman" is making this a fight, but Triple X brings it back to him with a few shots of his own, and that took some inner-strength to fight off the beating he was taking, Shawn Stevens is reeling, XXXStasy has the upper hand now, and there with a quick standing dropkick and Shawn Stevens goes down…

SB: Maybe he'll stay down.  I mean... is it really a big deal who gets to face Sight?  He's a SCRUB I tell you!

BB:  He's the Presidential Champion, you goof.  Stevens gets back up, but gets dropped with another dropkick.  He's up again, but again Triple X hits him with another standing dropkick.  He's got the crowd applauding this display!

SB:  We're in Washington state...it doesn't take much.

BB: X goes to scoop up Stevens, but Stevens chops him in the shoulder and applies a wristlock, "Superman" is very technically proficient within the ring, don’t let his brawn fool you. He turns it into a side headlock and now with a bulldog, he just planted X-X-X into the canvas, and he doesn’t go for the pinfall, but instead wants to inflict just a bit more punishment before he tries to end this one, he lifts X-X-X back up and gives him a shot to the head, and another, and yes, a third, then sends him into the ropes and follows in with a big clothesline and both men go over the top…

SB: These two can both easily out-show Wicked Sight on any day… this class of incoming CSWA athletes is very, very intimidating.   Are you happy now that I read the card, Buckley?

BB: You talk about "classes"… Every so often, a group of new guys comes in all at once and makes an impact on this federation, and changes it forever… It looks to me like Shawn Stevens, X-X-X, Gemini, "Luscious" Lance Leizure, Johnny Lang… these guys are all ready to make an impact, and speaking of impact, "Superman" just got slammed into the steel steps out here by XXXStasy, and the referee is giving these two a lot of leeway out here in this bout.

SB:  I think he's just a little slow.

BB: That’s a good point to argue, but the fact of the matter is that the "E-A" Sean is now pounding away at his larger opponent! Well, bite my tongue, now "Superman" is coming back, with a few shots of his own to the midsection, and he just tossed X-X-X into the crowd! Now Referee Ben Worthington is beginning the ten count, but these two don’t seem to care!

SB: You can’t end...I mean, win the match out there, guys!

BB: It looks like their hatred for one another outweighs their desire to get a shot at Wicked Sight’s Presidential Title, they’re slugging it out toward the cheap seats! Worthington’s on five, but they don’t even seem to notice, both men are trading blows and they keep heading further and further away, our camera men aren’t going to follow if they go much farther…

SB: What’s that sign say? ………… Sno-Cone Man! Ha, that’s a hoot!

BB: Oh would you give it a rest, Benson?

SB: Interesting question. No.

BB: Folks, this one has been ruled a double-countout, they’re still doing battle but it could be in the concession stands for all we know… we’ve got to take a quick commercial break, but when we come back, Kevin Powers has something to say!


(CUE UP: "Let's Go All The Way" - Insane Clown Posse. The video wall shows images of The Dark Carnival's recent action to include Powers’ match against Steve Radder at ELVIS LIVES. With the music continuing to blare 'Good God' Kevin Powers, followed by 'Risqué' Roseanne Fairhurst, make their way to the top of the rampway and are greeted by a huge face pop by the crowd in attendance. Kneeling in front of Powers, Fairhurst looks out into the crowd as Powers holds out his arms to make a 'T' pattern and, behind him, a white fountain like pyro goes off exciting the crowd even more. Once the fountain goes out both Powers and Fairhurst make their way inside of the ring and continue to spark up the crowd by standing on the second turnbuckle looking out into the crowd. Powers then makes a move towards one of the ring attendants, calls for a mic, gets it, and begins to speak.)

KP: How’s everyone doing in Tacoma , Washington tonight?

(The crowd gives up a huge roar when hearing their city's name.)

KP: Well, what can I say? I was hoping that tonight would be the night that I would come out here and proudly show off my brand new CSWA World Heavyweight Title. Then again that didn’t exactly happen. Just like all the other chances I’ve had for the World Title, I blew it once again to yet another outside factor known as ‘The Barber’ Mike Randalls.

I had the chance to own the belt in the past. All the former champions … at one time or another I’ve beat’em except for maybe Hornet. Can’t really remember considering all the cheap shots I’ve received from Randalls in my matches, but that’s how it goes. Then again can anyone REALLY beat Hornet? I take that back … I bet Ivy will when she slaps his ass with a child support action.

No, I didn’t win the title, but another former member of PLR has got the gold and he is ‘Iceman’ Steve Radder. I’m happy that the little bugger finally got the World Title around his waist cause he’s deserved it right? I mean I’m really happy that the Heavyweight title has found a home, once again, around the waist of a Cruiserweight.

At least you can honestly say you earned the title here rather than your last title stint, which I can think of, in EWI when Flair walked and the belt was handed to you on a sliver platter. Then again, you did drop the belt in your first title defense against Evan Aho, but what can you do? You earned it right? You fought tooth and nail trying to do everything for yourself fighting up the ladder to earn the title. You didn’t get involved in other people’s matches so you could get noticed … oh wait I can’t say that, but people have their own style and it’s obvious it’s paid off for you so congrats Icepick … I really mean it.

(There is a mixed reaction from the crowd trying to figure out where Powers is coming from.)

KP: Now most of you probably think I have some hostility issues built up inside and … you’re right. I mean think about it. How many times do I have to go out to the ring and wonder if my skill is going to win the match or … is Mike Randalls going to come out and ensure that the jealousy he has for me is going to cost me to lose oh yet again? Hell Rose still remembers how he came out and molested her only because he can’t get a shot of ass with a fistful of hundreds! So the only way he can do it is to stalk and conquer. Now look at him. Shaving heads to get his point across.

And the females in this federation … if they aren’t getting beat down then they’re getting knocked up! Jealousy running wild … I didn’t sign up for this so long ago. Back when I joined up in 98 things were correct, but now? All the old Son-of-a-####### can’t take the heat ‘cause new stars are coming around so they stage their ClaimStaker glory … only to weed each other out. And the new cocky bastards around here think that they should have everything handed to them … screw’em.

Screw all of this. I’m sorry CSWA but I can’t take it anymore. Bickering in the back for who should be on top, who should be pushed, and who should be screwed over … it just doesn’t fly with me. At ANNIVERSARY I’m going to have my last match and, as far as ‘Good God’ Kevin Powers and the CSWA, this little ‘marriage’ is over!

(As the house lights go off they are quickly replace by roaming blue spotlights circling the arena. Then, as 'Fearless' - Insane Clown Posse starts up, 'The Dark Lotus' Miso and 'The Apocalypse' Gabriel Poe make their way to the top of the ramp way. With the video wall showing video clips of The Dark Carnival in action to include Poe’s recent slaughter at Elvis Lives, the crowd goes off into a thunderous roar as the pair make their way down the rampway and into the ring. As they enter the ring, Miso stands in front of Apocalypse and they both look out into the crowd with cold stares on their face. After a moment fountain like pyro goes off from the turnbuckles giving that extra effect to the crowd to cheer on representatives of The Dark Carnival. Poe then looks right at Kevin Powers and begins to speak.)

GP: What are you saying? You’re going to give up just like that?

KP: Apoc, we’ve been over this ever since ELVIS LIVES finished. I’m tired of it and I’m quitting.  (The crowd is stunned.)

GP: Don’t you understand? They want you to quit. That’s why they keep treating you like this. I heard you earlier when you were complaining about how Randalls kept getting involved in your matches. Remember how Merritt suspended him, but let him back in just that quick? Imagine if one of us did what he did. Merritt would’ve suspended us in a second, but this is Randalls. They’re tight. And I’m sure Merritt told Randalls that he would let him back in only if he would screw you over time and time again to ensure that you didn’t get the title.

KP: I’m sure it’s not even like that.

GP: Isn’t it? Tell me this. Do you think the CSWA will allow you to get a shot at the CSWA title now that Radder holds it?  Or should I bring up memories of Mark Vizzack?

(The crowd begins to boo as Powers continues to look at his partner in the face.)

KP: Poe you know I don’t need this. I’ve won the US title and Tag Titles here. What more do I have to prove?

(Poe backs off for a moment and looks at Powers in shock.)

GP: You’ve … lost it haven’t you?

KP: Lost what?

GP: You’ve lost your killer edge didn’t you?

KP: No I didn’t lose it.

GP: LIAR! I can see it in your eye. You’re not the Kevin Powers I once met back in South Korea when he had that killer instinct. You’re just a shell of what he once was! Kevin Powers was the one who, with me, created the entire UnHoly scenario and shocked the utter HELL out of the CSWA! The Kevin Powers I’m seeing now … couldn’t even dream something like that. You’ve lost it my friend.

KP: Look Poe I have to go ‘cause I’ve got ….

GP: No wait. All I ask from you right now is to go over to that announcers’ table and watch my next match against Wicked Sight. In front of his home state I will show you what you are missing and hopefully … you can pick up on it and return to the Powers of old!

KP: Fine. This one time, but after your match I’m gone.  (The majority of the crowd boos.)

GP: (with a devilish smile on his face) That’s all I ask.

(With little fanfare, Poe and Miso leave the ring as Powers heads to the commentators' table.)

CSWA Presidential Championship
Wicked Sight vs. Apocalypse

(Kevin Powers makes his way to the broadcast position, shaking hands with Rudy Seitzer. As he places the headphones on, his face is still in shock from the lecture he just got by Apocalypse.)

BB: Kevin Powers, welcome to the table…

KP: It’s a… pleasure.

SB: You do realize that you let Steve Radder win the world title, don’t you? THE SNO CONE MAN!

KP: You do realize that I can knock your teeth down your throat, don’t you? You look better in tar and feathers. Besides, Mike Randalls SCREWED Steve Radder into that title.

(CUE UP: "Just Got Wicked" by Cold – huge pop. Standing at the top of the ramp, his hands in the air and his face toward the sky, Wicked Sight has the Presidential title wrapped around his waist. In his right hand, a microphone.)

WS: TACOMA , WASHINGTON !

(Deafening pop)

WS: … WASHINGTON STATE !

(Continuing roar from the audience)

WS: You’re about to witness yet another STELLAR PERFORMANCE from "THE FREAK"… I won’t bring a pregnant chick out here, I won’t make out with a fat one, I won’t read you the Book of Revelations and I won’t be doing any barber work… But Apocalypse is about to get a quick wakeup call on exactly how us FREAKS … (in unison with his home crowd) RUN THE PAGEANTRY!

SB: Kevin, there is no doubt that Apocalypse is going to show you something in this one… look at his opponent!

BB: Sammy, I don’t know what your reason is for hating Sight, but this crowd is cheering him on right now as he lays a few right hands to the side of the much larger Gabriel Poe, he goes for an Irish whip but Apocalypse reverses it and shoots him into the far side, Apocalypse throws a clothesline, but Sight ducks it and goes into the opposite ropes, flies off with a flying elbow and it connects with Apoc’s jaw…

KP: Here’s another one of those cruiserweights that wants to play with the big boys… Don’t get me wrong, Buckley, Sight’s a hell of a competitor. But he’s a shrimp. What is he, 230?

BB: That sounds about right, I missed Rhubarb’s introduction…

KP: That’s big for a normal guy, but in the CSWA, he’s a lightweight.

SB: And he paid for it big time right there, Apocalypse just doubled him up!  That's what the FREAK gets!

leveled him with a clothesline in the center of the ring and here he goes again with some right hands to the side of The Freak’s head as he gets back up…

BB: That was a massive clothesline by the challenger!  He nails Sight with some hard rights, before pulling the Presidential Champ to his feet.  Apocalypse rifles him into the corner, Sight leaps onto the top turnbuckle, MOONSAULT! What amazing agility, Poe moved but Sight landed on his feet and catches him in the face with a forward dropkick! Apocalypse goes into the turnbuckles and Sight is right back up, with a kick to the gut and shot to the head, I don’t know how wise it is to try and match power with The Apocalypse…

KP: It isn’t. It’s stupid. Apocalypse is as big as an ox and a whole Hell of a lot smarter, and there he shows it with a very hard impacting hip toss, that’s exactly what he did to some no-name at Elvis, and took out two other people… That’s what he did to Evan Aho to destroy his ribs…

BB: Apocalypse gets Sight to his feet and throws him into the ropes, Sight comes off and he goes for a big boot, Sight rolls underneath it and spins around with another forward dropkick, Apocalypse staggers and Sight goes back into the ropes, comes off with a clothesline, Apocalypse goes into the ropes and now Sight has mounted his body and is hammering shots to the side of his head…

SB: THERE WE GO, APOCALYPSE JUST THREW SIGHT INTO THE GUARD RAIL!  FINISH HIM!

KP: There’s that strength, Buckley, but this isn’t doing much… ANNIVERSARY is my final hoorah, guys.

SB: Apocalypse has Sight by the hair and he tosses him into the steel steps, what a thud that makes! I love it!

BB: Gabriel Poe with the upper hand here and I don’t think the crowd likes it, Wicked Sight is a huge fan favorite wherever we go, but here in his own home state, he’s well loved…

SB: I don’t know why.

BB: Oh give it a rest! Apocalypse sends him off toward the post, but Sight swings off it and he’s on the apron now, off with a HUGE HURRICANRANA FROM THE APRON, Apocalypse goes down on the concrete floor and Sight is on top, pounding away with fists of rage!

SB: Here we go again… What are you doing Apocalypse?

KP: Like I said, Sight is a Hell of an athlete, but he can’t outdo Poe’s strength.

BB: Well, tell these screaming fans that as he sends the much larger Apocalypse back into the ring! He throws a fist and tries to send him into the ropes, but Apocalypse shoots him back to the corner, Sight comes off with a 360-DEGREE CLOTHESLINE AND APOCALYPSE HITS THE CANVAS, THIS CROWD HAS COME UNGLUED, WICKED SIGHT IS HEADING UP TOP!

SB: This crowd never shuts up…

KP: I don’t know what exactly is going on with Gabriel right now, he’s a very ticked off monster and Sight’s REAL lucky to have this offense right now…

BB: Manny is telling Sight to get off the rope, he’s got five seconds up there folks, and Sight comes off with a dropkick but APOCALYPSE SWATS HIM DOWN LIKE A FLY!

SB: Apocalypse was playing possum the ENTIRE TIME…

BB: I don’t know if he was playing possum the WHOLE time, Sammy, but he was just then, and Apocalypse pulls Sight up by his hair and headbutts him real hard, Sight goes straight back down and I’m pretty sure that Wicked Sight is completely winded right now.

KP: Apocalypse has this one in the bag right now, Buckley…

BB: Poe’s back on the attack as he picks up Sight and whips him right into the corner. And Poe follows in with a running clothesline! And now Poe is laying in the bombs with vicious shots to Sight’s head!

SB: But look at Poe. Every shot he takes at Sight he keeps looking our way right at you Big Kev. Every punch he shoots is another plea for you to change your mind and stay in the CSWA.

KP: You think I don’t see that Sammy? When we hooked up as The Dark Carnival we ruled the tag team scene. I know what Poe is all about, but I’m just tired of the constant game.

SB: But … Kev … Sno Cone has the title! Don’t you …

KP: Sammy, I warned you one time to keep your trap shut. If I have to warn you again I will go out of my way to make sure you know how it feels how to eat corn on the cob without no teeth.

BB: Kevin we’re not holding you back …

SB: Well THAT was rude!

BB: Poe takes a dazed Wicked Sight and whips him into the far turnbuckle. Now Poe off the ropes catching Sight stumbling out of the corner. FLYING BULLDOG! Dear God look at the expression on Poe’s face!

KP: He does enjoy his work.

BB: And now Poe picks up Sight again and drags him over towards the ropes. He’s trying to get your attention Kevin.

GP (yelling): Will you reconsider!

KP: Gabriel just do your match okay.

GP (yelling): Maybe this will change your mind then!

BB: REVELATIONS! Poe just PLANTED Sight with a reverse DDT and … it looks like Sight is out!

SB: Someone get the pooper-scooper and scrape that piece of crap out of the ring! The Apocalypse is large and in charge tonight in this pathetic excuse of a town called Tacoma !

BB: Poe is now pointing at Miso and saying something to her and … she’s going under the ring?

KP: I’ve seen this before. Looks like Tacoma is about to get a real treat.

SB: MISO HAS WOOD! Miso just dragged out a table. Hey guys, every time I see Miso two words come to mind. Kobe Tai … ring a bell anyone?

BB: You would think something like that Benson. Miso is setting up the table while Poe is laying in a couple of more fist shots. How is Manny letting this one go?

KP: Manny might be playing it smart and not wanting to get involved. These two have had some heated words during the week and it’s best if they settle their issues without a third party getting involved.

BB: Miso has the table up and Poe just whipped Sight into the ropes … OH DEAR GOD! POE JUST HIPTOSSED WICKED SIGHT OUT OF THE RING AND RIGHT INTO THAT TABLE!

SB: Wicked Sight is broken! Ha! He HAS to be, just like the guys at Elvis Lives, Apocalypse has brought the Dark Reign to Tacoma , and he’s pointing at you Kevin, to show you the carnage he’s unleashed… Poe doesn’t want that belt, so he’s going to let Sight get counted out… This is great, just like at Elvis, Apocalypse’s victim won’t stand tonight…

BB: Not so fast, Sammy… Wicked Sight is getting up! Manny Juarez is at an eight count, he’s let so much else go, it seems pretty unfair that he didn’t disqualify Apocalypse and now he’s counting, but Wicked Sight is crawling in the ring, and I think Apocalypse is shocked! This kid keeps coming back…

KP: Buckley, Poe might be shocked, but he’s just going to finish Sight off. Sight would be best if he stayed down, so he could enjoy that wife of his.

BB: Wicked Sight never gives up, and you can tell by these fans’ reaction that they don’t want him to EVER give up! Apocalypse pulls him to his feet by his hair and pulls back his hand, this might decapitate the Presidential champion, Sight ducks and hits a drop toe hold! I can’t believe it, Apocalypse just got hung on the top rope and Sight flies off the opposite side, LANDS ON TOP OF APOCALYPSE, POSSIBLY CRACKED RIBS AND ALL!

SB: No!

BB: Wicked Sight turns Apocalypse around, hooks the head, he’s going for the View To A Kill!

SB: Stupid Freak!

BB: Apocalypse throws him off though, Sight lands on his feet…

SB: Come on Apoc!

BB: Apocalypse scoops him up, he’s heading toward the turnbuckles, I think Apocalypse is going to go for the Seventh Seal!

SB: Sight will be DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!

BB: He escapes, and he’s standing in the center of the ring!

KP: That kid’s got spunk, but look at Apocalypse, he’s back ready to go, too, and both men are trading fists in the center of the ring, Apocalypse knocks Sight down but Sight gets right back up and charges Apocalypse into the corner, he’s clearly favoring those tender ribs and Apocalypse with a closed fist right to them!

BB: Great color commentary here from "Good God" and now Referee Manny Juarez is getting between both men and telling them to watch the fists, Wicked Sight is double over in pain and Apocalypse shoves Manny away…

SB: He ought to let this go… I love it!

BB: You would, Benson, but Wicked Sight is doing his best to get to his feet, here he goes with a few rapid-fire shots to the midsection of Gabriel Poe, and another, and one more, here comes Juarez telling them to play by the rules again, and this time, FROM HIS KNEES, Wicked Sight just knocked Manny Juarez on his can, and he’s coming back to his feet, after all that he has taken, Wicked Sight is standing face-to-face with Apocalypse here in his home state, and this crowd is on it’s feet for both men!

KP: Both these guys are showing me something, especially my friend Poe.   But he hasn’t changed my mind.

SB: Juarez , let them go, Poe’s gonna finish off this Sight kid!

BB: Manny Juarez is trying to get between both men, once again, but they are going at each other tooth-and-nail, it looks like Apocalypse has the upper hand, especially with Sight’s ribs…

KP: Manny is trying his best to lay the law down to Poe and Plett, but it’s lookin’ like they ain’t goin’ for it.

SB: I think they just did cause they’re not throwing punches at each other anymore! Way to go Manny! You just ruined a good match!

KP: Wait a minute. Poe and Plett are looking right at … OH HERE WE GO!

BB: Both men just NAILED Referee Manny Juarez, and he is out cold! Now here they go at each other again, Apocalypse sends Sight into the ropes and Sight comes off with a clothesline, Apocalypse staggers, both men are very wary and now they’re throwing shots at each other again!

SB: How does that kid keep going?

BB: Juarez is getting up… and he’s calling for the bell!

KP: Apocalypse and Sight are still going at each other, what’s Rhubarb going to say?

RJ: Official Manny Juarez has ruled this bout a NO CONTEST!

KP: Apocalypse has quit going at Sight, he’s heading straight to Juarez ! He knows Merritt won’t like this, I hope Apocalypse knows that the front office will probably screw him over for this…

BB: Wicked Sight has been handed his Presidential Title and he’s walking up the ramp, and these fans are giving him the respect he earned here tonight in Tacoma … He’s got a bright, bright future in front of him, just like the Aho’s, Stevens’, Triple X’s, Gemini’s of this company… The established names had better watch out, because the new kids are on the block, and it looks to me like Wicked Sight might just be leading them to the promised land… He’s trying to do what his little Forsaken incident couldn’t. Wait just a minute, though, Apocalypse has Juarez by the shirt…

SB: The fans are on their feet seeing what Apocalypse is going to do!

KP: Gentleman, it was a pleasure working with you… I’ll see you real soon, boys.

(Powers removes his headset and begins to make his way around the ring towards the ramp area.)

BB: I still can’t believe that Powers is going to retire after ANNIVERSARY, this is just unreal …

SB: Wait a second Buckley. Poe just grabbed a mic and he’s STILL got Manny in his hands!

GP: Kevin … reconsider your decision. Don’t leave the CSWA. POWERS, LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!

SB: That just stopped the big man dead in his tracks and now he’s turning around! Talk some logic to him Apoc!

GP: Kevin … please … reconsider.

BB: Powers and Poe are looking eye to eye right now and …. Powers is shaking his head no! Powers is walking away! I can’t believe it!

GP: If I have to destroy everyone in the CSWA to ensure that you change your mind … then I will.

BB: CHOKESLAM ON JUAREZ ! MANNY IS OUT COLD! Dear God how many people will ‘The Apocalypse’ Gabriel Poe take out? Somebody needs to stop this monster!

SB: Poe will only quit his Dark Reign terror once Powers changes his mind. The CSWA better pray that he does! Hell, get Sight back over here, we’d LOVE to see him tangle with Apocalypse again.

BB: Speak for yourself, Sammy, but rest assured, the CSWA locker room better stay away from The Apocalypse for the time being!


(CUT TO: Wicked Sight sitting in a backstage area, dripping with sweat and a look of determination still plastered on his face after his match – just moments ago – with Apocalypse. His back is sore and his head does not feel too great. A technician wanders into the picture and catches his attention.)

Technician: Mr. Plett? You're wanted in the conference room.

Sight: (Letting out a sigh) What for?

Technician: I don't know Mr. Plett, they just asked me to come and tell you that.

Sight: Kind of a ...surprise huh? This beats the Hell out of… getting the Hell beat out of you. I can’t wait.

Technician: I don't know. Could be a surprise I guess...

(Plett turns and struts out the doorway, humming " Island in the Sun" by Weezer to himself.)

Sight: Cel.. a... bration time! Come ON!

(Wicked Sight struts up to the conference room, a huge grin on his face, his belt slung over his shoulder... he’s almost forgot the occurrences outside the ring from moments ago. He opens the door to the large conference room, but all of the lights seem to be turned out.)

Wicked Sight: Well, well, what have we here? Here I am all set to have a meeting in the conference room... and yet the lights are out? (Rubs his chin...) I guess I'll just have to turn the lights on and see who's here! Rose, I know what you’re up to babe…

(Plett turns and runs his hand down the door frame until he finds a light switch. The lights sputter a bit, then flare to life... revealing Gemini standing just behind Wicked Sight holding a pair of Champagne bottles. Sight turns and Gemini abruptly smashes a champagne bottle over his head!)

Gemini: Surprise champ!

(Wicked Sight staggers back, stunned and apparently bloodied by the sneak attack. Gemini winds up and smashes the other bottle of champagne across Wicked Sights head, driving Plett to his knees.

Gemini: Hey Plett! This is your victory party! Don't fade out now! Hey, you should see the massive spread there is for you!

(Gemini grabs Plett by the hair and drags him across the room. He drags Wicked Sight up to a loaded buffet table, behind which stand the two shocked and appalled caterers. Gemini grabs the still staggered Sight by the throat, powers him up and slams him down into the buffet table directly into the middle of a massive pile of cold cuts. Pastrami and mortadella scatter everywhere...)

Gemini: (Leaning over and screaming into Plett's face.) Isn't this great Mikey? We got you a ton of food! Fresh champagne! Cold cuts! Cheese! Lots of cheese! Have some brie!

(Gemini grabs a small brie wheel and shoves the whole thing directly into Sight’s mouth. Plett gags as the French cheese cuts off his air supply, then chokes and spits chunks of brie across the table. Desperately he tries to shove Gemini away from him, Gemini slaps his hands away then grabs Plett by the hair and yanks him off of the table, and onto the floor with a heavy thud.)

Gemini: You don't like the Brie? Awww Mikey... how can you not like Brie?

Wicked Sight: (Still Coughing.) Get away from me you TWO PERSONED MORON!

Gemini: Mikey...

(Gemini delivers a vicious kick to Wicked Sight’s head.)

Gemini: Well, hey Mikey, if you don't like the brie... we've got LOTS of other stuff for you champ! How about some...

(Gemini turns, grabs a heavy metal tray off of the hot table, then smashes it over Plett’s head. Golden brown scalloped potatoes splatter across the room.)

Gemini: Scalloped Potatoes!

(Plett groans from underneath a pile of scalloped potatoes and a now severely dented tray. Gemini shakes his head.)

Gemini We just don't believe you Plett! Here you are at your victory party! Your coming out bash! Your moment of triumph! And all you can do is lay there and whine? For crying out loud...

(Gemini reaches down and grabs Plett by an ankle and drags Plett across the carpet and over to a table where a large cake sits. The words 'CONGRATULATIONS WICKED SIGHT!' are imprinted on the cake. Gemini reaches down and yanks Plett up into a semi standing position. Plett desperately elbows Gemini in the stomach, then attempts to flatten him with a punch. As staggered as Wicked Sight is though, Gemini sees the telegraphed punch by a mile. Ducking the shot, then clamping on a full nelson. Gemini grins an evil grin and smashes Wicked Sight into the cake and through the table. Gemini shakes his head, grinning. Then he kneels on Sight’s chest and begins to speak.

Gemini: There you go Plett. All the PAGEANTRY you could ever want. You're living the high life now kid. Champagne , victory parties, screaming groupies and the Presidential belt draped over your shoulder. Well guess what kid, holding that title is going to be ANYTHING but a party. You see kid, you played us for a sap, and rode us to that belt. So now we have made it our personal mission in life to take that belt and make winning it the WORST thing that ever happened to you! You think holding that title is about pageantry and parties, junior? THINK AGAIN.

That belt means one thing kid, SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. If you're not the absolute baddest of the bad on any given day... ON EVERY GIVEN DAY... you can count on looking at the lights while someone that wants it more than you do walks out with this hunk of tin.

(Gemini grabs the belt and throws it onto Plett’s chest. It lands with a splat, then slides off into the cheesecake icing...)

Gemini: So wake up junior. Because, by some slim chance you managed to squeak past Apocalypse, so you can count on us being first in line to knock your so called 'freak' ass off your pageantry pedestal.

(Gemini turns to walk away and out the door, but stops. He turns back to Plett’s crumpled form and stares for a moment, then says one more thing.)

Gemini: You know Plett... a month ago you gave us a wake up call. This is us repaying that little debt. At least... this is a partial payment. See you soon Mikey. Because as of now... this party is OVER.

(Gemini turns and strides out of he room, idly, he starts to sing.)

Gemini: 'Turn out the lights... the party is over...'


BB:  PRIMETIME is back...and it looks like we're about to get a visit from....

SB:  HO....HO.....HOOTERS!

(CUE UP: "Fanfare of the Common Man" by Aaron Copeland. On the video wall are various shots of limousines, fancy restaurants, country clubs and Teri Melton. Melton-- wearing a tiara and a prom dress, slightly distended in the front, walks out, nose in the air, waving off the boos.)

SB: Get up, Buckley. The leading lady of professional wrestling has arrived!

BB: I’m not standing up for this liar. Teri Melton is one of the most awful people I have EVER come across.

SB: I’ll tell her you said that.

TERI: (Now in the ring.) Thank you, thank you. This is I, Teri Melton, the leading lady of professional wrestling... and I must insist that you, my subjects, stop genuflecting, sit back down and shut your foul mouths while I address a certain situation that has developed in recent months!

SB: She’s so charming.

BB: Funny, that’s not the word I would use to describe her.

TERI: Now, if you middle-class people can remember all the way back to the last pay per view... you will recall that I had a stunning announcement. I, the first lady of professional wrestling, announced to the world that I am currently with child--- (The crowd starts chanting HOOOOO TERRRRRRS. Teri is besides herself.) That’s okay-- I CAN WAIT.

SB: She deserves our respect. Quiet these people, Buckley.

TERI: As you remember... I have become pregnant... by a man you all know. For months, as I sat bored with Lawrence Stanley (Loud shrieks for Stanley ’s name)... I sought the comfort of the arms of a real man... of a man who is a champion, a hero... a man who has a legacy... and I found him. I found the love of my lifetime... in the man you know as Hornet! (Boos at Hornet’s name.) Hornet and I have traveled together, holding each other, completely... him looking at me, completely and totally in love! And who can blame him for falling for me? After all... I am pretty much perfect!

BB: Very modest.

SB: She only speaks the truth.

TERI: That’s right... Hornet and I have spent every second togeth—

(CUE UP: "All Star" by Smash Mouth. Hornet-- in street clothes-- comes out, holding a microphone in his hands.)  

TERI: Oh, Hornet! Did you come out here to tell everyone how much you love me?  

HORNET: No, Teri... I came out here to ask you something... Just WHAT in the hell are you talking about? (The crowd ERUPTS.) I told you to keep this stuff private. This is our business and I don’t want to talk about it.... especially not in front of an audience!  

TERI: But, don’t you love--  

HORNET: Teri, like I said, I’m NOT talking about this--  

BB: OH MY GOD! (The crowd ERUPTS) LAWRENCE STANLEY JUST RAN OUT FROM THE BACK AND IS ALL OVER HORNET! HE’S ALL OVER THE MAN WHO STOLE HIS GIRLFRIEND! STANLEY IS POUNDING ON HORNET! HORNET TRYING TO SLUG AT THE ENGLISH GENT !  

SB: And look at Teri!  

BB: SHE’S LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT! STANLEY AND HORNET ARE TEARING INTO EACH OTHER! WE NEED HELP! (Security comes rushing from the back.) THESE GUYS CAN’T BE SEPARATED! JUST RIPPING AT EACH OTHER! BOTH GUYS ARE BUSTED OPEN! FANS, WE NEED TO GET CONTROL HERE! WE’LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE!


BB:  At this point, fans, we're supposed to have two matchups, one being the United States Championship bout between US Champ Havoc and Eli Flair.  I have been told that Eli Flair did not make his flight here to Tacoma...but we're not sure why.

SB:  Cause he's a punk, that's why.

BB:  With everything that's been going on, who knows, Sammy.  I know that his flight came in as scheduled...but he wasn't on it.  As for our other....

(CUE UP: "Where the Downboys Go" by Warrant. CUT TO: JJ DeVille walking to the ring, clad in a half-shirt that reads "I REMEMBER EDDY’S HAIR." JJ is holding a plastic bag in one hand, nunchucks in the other.)  

BB: Hey, I thought this match was postponed due to the problems the airlines are having...  

SB: Well, Buckley... JJ DeVille is out here. And JJ DeVille is out here... things happen!  

BB: You’ve GOT to be kidding me.  

JJ: That’s right, Tacoma ... JJ DeVille, The Original King of Cool... Professional Wrestling’s Human Weapon... is here. And I’m not out here JUST to make all you ladies warm for my form... but you can all continue to lick your lips while JJ DeVille BUSTS A MOVE!  

BB: JJ DeVille is now starting to moonwalk around the ring, blowing kisses to ladies. This kid is absolutely ridiculous...  

SB: Go JJ! Go JJ! It’s your birthday!  

JJ: Now that treat is over... now, I know all you Tacomaniacs came out here for a reason... and that’s to see the members of Playboys Incorporated do their thang! (The crowd pops at that.) And that includes me... JJ DeVille, who was supposed to be in a co-main event with his main squeeze Sweet Melinda taking on Luscious Lance LOSER with his porno skank he bought at Wal-Mart!

BB: Co main event? That lucky would be lucky to even make the airwaves!  

JJ: But because of the tragic events of the past few weeks... a lot of the CSWA’s roster could not make it tonight because of problems with travel. That, unfortunately, includes my main babe Sweet Melinda, who is no doubt sitting at home, rubbing her hands in the pants region--  

BB:  Ewww.  

JJ: And that also unfortunately includes my employers in Troy Windham and Eddy Love-- the two coolest dudes in the world. And also... that includes my opponents for the evening. Now, don’t fret... this match WILL happen, as JJ DeVille, the man whose hands are registered as weapons in 32 states and 14 nations, will get his just revenge on LLL at the next show!  

SB: Thank god.  

JJ: But my business is not done tonight! NO! You see, at the last pay per view, my main man Eddy Love was attacked from behind by the so-called WOLF... Mike Randalls! Mike Randalls didn’t just attack Mr. Love... he also had the AUDACITY to shave Eddy Love’s beautiful hair.  

SB: A loss we have all felt deep in our hearts.  

JJ: Now, Mike Randalls, you may think you have done something great... but you did not get the job done. You see, Randalls-- what I have right here is the remains of Eddy’s golden locks! (JJ holds up the baggie.) And sooner or later, we are going to find the good doctor who can surgically attack the hair back to where it belongs... and then, once again, the world can smile!  

BB: Oh please.  

JJ: But, Mikey-pooh... before that happens, and before you meet your maker when you face Eddy Love one on one... you have to meet me. I know that I’m half the man Eddy Love is... but that makes me TWICE the man that you are, or something, I was never really good at math. Or English. Or history-- well, that doesn’t matter. But what I am good at, Mikey, is being a Human Weapon who can strike down anyone anytime! So what I want you to do, right now, is drag your skinny bag-o-bones body out here and prepare for the beating of a lifetime!  

BB: Is JJ DeVille NUTS? Mike Randalls is the most lethal man in the HISTORY of professional wrestling. Randalls will destroy him.  

(CUE UP: "Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac. The lights dim and the crowd goes nuts... Randalls walks out, under the video wall, staring at the ring, cracking a demented smile.)  

BB: And here he comes...  

SB: Miss America !  

BB: I hope he hears you.  

SB: Hide me.  

BB: Randalls is walking down to the ring, and he hops up to the apron, steps in between the ropes. (CUT TO: A fan behind Randalls marking out, wearing a wolf mask.) And JJ DeVille looks REALLY scared right now.  

SB: He’s such a good housekeeper for Eddy. I hope nothing happens for him.  

BB: Randalls is wrenching his hands... and JJ is besides himself in fear, begging Randalls! Randalls charges JJ-- CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS DEVILLE OVER TO THE FLOOR!  

SB: JJ DeVille, we hardly knew ye.  

BB: That’s not stopping Randalls! Randalls is following JJ out, and JJ is trying to run away. Randalls is charging after him-- WHAT! THAT PERSON IN THE WOLF MASK JUST JUMPED RANDALLS! HE’S POUNDING ON RANDALLS! JJ IS LAUGHING AT RANDALLS!  

SB: YES! YES!  

BB: The mask comes off... (The crowd starts to chant... ED-DY ED-DY ED-DY) IT’S EDDY LOVE! IT’S THE HURRICANE!  

SB: THERE IS A GOD!  

BB: EDDY NOW DDT’S RANDALLS ONTO THE FLOOR! HE YELLS TO JJ-- JJ HOPS THE RAILING AND HAS A GYM BAG!   SB: EDDY! EDDY! EDDY!  

BB: Eddy Love is going through the bag and is handing something to JJ... THEY’RE PUTTING LIPSTICK ON RANDALLS’ FACE! ALL OVER HIS FACE!  

SB: Now he’s pretty!  

BB: Eddy just put Randalls’ hair in pigtails! JJ has a dress of some sort! They’re putting over Randalls body-- they’re trying to dress Randalls up like a girl!  

SB: That’s what you get for taking the man’s hair!  

BB: Eddy stomping on Randalls now... and he raises his hands in triumph! Eddy Love just jumped Mike Randalls and dressed him up like a woman! How humiliating!  

SB: That’s called revenge!  

SB: And if you ask these fans... Mike Randalls deserved it! (CROWD: ED-DY! ED-DY! ED-DY!) Folks... when these two finally get in the ring with each other... it’s going to be a WAR!


(CUT TO: The CSWA ring is now adorned with a decorative black rug. In the center of the ring stands a table. On the middle of this table sits a large gold plate that is propping up the 24-pound gold and diamond laced CSWA World Title belt, glistening in the spotlight. Behind this table, in a tuxedo, is CSWA President and CEO Chad Merritt, with a microphone in his hand.)  

MERRITT: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may please have your attention. (The crowd gets up and starts to make a lot of noise... the applause starts to reign and it slowly builds into a chant of RAD-DER. RAD-DER. RAD-DER. RAD-DER.) Please, if I may have-- (The crowd continues the chant, and Merritt smiles-- letting the crowd die down naturally.) Thank you. Tacoma , Washington ... tonight you are going to see a part of CSWA history. (Loud cheers at that.) Tonight, a NEW CHAPTER of the glorious history of the CSWA will begin. Tonight, we will o-fish-ally crown a NEW CSWA World Champion-- (The Rad-Der chant begins again. CUT TO: A fan holding up a sign that reads "THE ICEMAN COMETH" with a very detailed sketch of Radder’s face underneath.) Tonight, ladies and gentlemen... I have the HONOR of presenting the CSWA World Heavyweight Championship to... (CUE UP: “Freak on a Leash” by Korn).  The TacomaDome crowd is on their feet already applauding.) THE ICEEEMANNNNNNN STEEEEVEEEE RADDDDDERRRRRRRRR.

(As Radder’s music plays, the lights dim. The video wall shows various shots of Radder-- walking to the ring, climbing to the top rope, hitting a German Suplex. Then the screen reads in blue letters I-C-E-M-A-N, where it is frozen and then it EXPLODES. At that time, a spotlight comes on and there stands Steve Radder, hands raised triumphantly. The crowd is chanting Rad-der, Rad-der, Rad-der. Radder looks around at the fans, points towards the upper deck, and then waits for the cue. Up and down the aisleway, a million flashbulb style fireworks go off. Radder then jogs down to the ring, running up the steps to the ring apron, where he turns around one more time, finally entering the ring.)  

BB: WHAT AN OVATION FOR THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION! I CAN BARELY HERE MYSELF THINK!  

SB: Sno-Cone sure takes his time getting to the ring!   (Radder, on the middle turnbuckle, hops down and eyes up the title. He shakes Merritt’s hand. The crowd starts to die down, and Radder grabs the mic.)  

RADDER: Tacoma , Washington .... (hometown pop) what can I say but... THANK YOU! (The crowd starts the Rad-Der chant again.) When I started out... the critics said I was too small. That I didn’t have what it takes. That Steve Radder didn’t belong with the best. Well, as I’ve shown everyone time and time again... The Iceman doesn’t only belong with the best... The Iceman *IS* the best! (The crowd’s raucus ovation again continues. Radder, a little misty eyed, pounds his heart with his fist.)  

MERRITT: Steve Radder... there isn’t a whole lot I can say other than congratulations. And there isn’t a whole lot I can do.... other than present you with the CSWA World Title...

(Radder jumps at that comment, and shakes the top rope as the crowd’s applause once again rings out. Merritt grabs the title, and holds it over his head. Radder, still excited like a Little Leaguer who just hit a game winning home run, turns around as Merritt straps the belt around his waist. Flashbulbs from cameras across the arena pop at the moment. Radder turns around once the title is around his waist and climbs a turnbuckle. Merritt applauds, as the arena does the same.)  

BB: This moment is one that CSWA fans will always remember. Steve Radder, perhaps the biggest longshot entering the IRONMAN of CHAMPIONS Tournament, walked out as the CSWA World Champion!  

SB: He’ll always be Sno-Cone to me... world champion or not!  

(The audience continues to cheer as Radder makes his way from corner to corner. CUE UP: "Let’s Go All the Way" by ICP. The crowd BUGS out as "Good God" Kevin Powers walks out smugly... Radder, now holding the title on his shoulder, stops and stares at him, letting out a smug little smile of his own. Powers mosies his way to the ring, wipes his feet on the ring apron and steps over the top rope, grabbing a house mic from a CSWA attendant.)  

BB: Kevin Powers is a man of surprises tonight!  

SB: Isn’t he gone yet? I thought he retired?

POWERS: Well... if it isn’t my gooooood friend... my olllllld friend... The Iceman himself, Steve Radder. The biiiiig man, all 135 pounds of him... with a world title!  

RADDER: Listen, Kev. I was in the back when you came out here before. I know things have been difficult for you. I know what went down with Randalls. But tonight’s not the night for this--  

POWERS: Iceman... I didn’t come out here to fight you. Not tonight, anyways... How long have we rolled together? A couple years? PLR? Well, Radder... I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger ovation ever given to anyone. And I gotta say... you deserve it.

(The crowd starts to applaud. Powers turns around and motions for them to give it up. Radder stands, still not knowing what is going on.)

POWERS: But Radder, you also gotta admit... you got EXTREMELY lucky. But just as lady luck rode on your shoulders... she never seems to ride on mine.  

RADDER: Listen, Kev--  

POWERS: No, YOU listen, Radder. Because I got something to say. I came out here before and told everyone that I only have a few months left here in the CSWA... and that’s true. The CSWA won’t have Kevin Powers to kick around anymore, once I’m gone... but before I leave this place once and for all... I’m going to be able to say that I’ve been World Champ! And, Radder... (Powers stands right up to Radder, points his finger on the title and pushes off, making Radder take a step or two back.) I plan on taking the title from you!  

BB: Wow! Kevin Powers issuing a declaration to Steve Radder, his former ally.  

POWERS: Because, I know I--  

RADDER: KP, with all due respect... but I think it’s about time you shut the hell up. A lot of people don’t think I deserve this title... but I’m going to prove them all wrong. I’mis going to show the world that I just don’t deserve this title... but I’m going to show the world that I’m going to be the greatest champion of all time. Powers, my man... this is MY night. Pal... you HAD your chance to have a night like this... and frankly... YOU (Radder pushes Powers with his hand) blew it.  

POWERS: Oh yeah? I did? I did?  

RADDER: Yeah, you did.  

(Both Powers and Radder are jawing with each other, toe to toe. The crowd is SCREAMING, and a lot of flashbulbs pop from fans. Merritt gets in between both of them right when they are about to go at it.)  

MERRITT: Hey, hey, hey. Not here, not now. If you guys want, I can arrange for you two to have a meeting down the line. But we’ve had too much of this nonsense going on in this league for years... and these fans don’t deserve this. These people want to see our world title matches settled IN the ring... not because of anything else.

POWERS: (Backs down a little bit, grabs Merritt’s tie hard, then relaxes.) Merritt... you’re right. I know what it’s like to have been SCREWED... and I’m not about to do that to Little Stevie. He earned that title... and I’m going to earn mine...  

RADDER: Well, Powers... I’m going to be a fighting champion. And you know what they say. The bigger they come... the harder they fall. But until then...

(Radder extends his hand, and Powers grabs it, and they shake hands. The crowd erupts at that. The two are saying something to each other that can’t be heard. CUE UP: "Spirit In The Sky" by Norman Greenbaum. The crowd starts to really get loud now. A mysterious and smoky dry ice effect starts in the aisleway as the video wall turns black with a yellow ? in the middle of it, followed by the word CARDIGO. Cardigo Mysterian, clad in his mask, wearing a suit, holding a briefcase, walks out to the slow rhythm of the music. Cardigo walks to the ring, non-chalantly, walking over the rope just like Powers did, staring at Radder, then Powers, then Merritt, then grabs Merritt’s mic. More flashbulbs from the crowd.)  

BB: THIS PLACE IS ELECTRIC. STEVE RADDER! KEVIN POWERS! CARDIGO MYSTERIAN! ALL THREE OF THESE GUYS ARE LOVED BY SOME SEGMENT OF OUR FAN BASE... AND ALL THREE ARE IN THE RING RIGHT NOW!  

CARDIGO: Friends... I don’t know if you two have been paying attention to my story at all, but if you have... you would have learned that this is a sport where you don’t HAVE friends. This is a sport where the POWER BROKERS... the corrupt PUPPET MASTERS like HIM (Points at Merritt) control you, break you... they make you face your own brother in the ring and take away the only thing you have, your family... and then they ignore you when you suffer your penance, alone, addicted, struggling…

RADDER: Listen, Cardigo--  

CARDIGO: No, YOU listen, Radder. This might be your night... but this is MY time. (The crowd ERUPTS at that line.) You stand here celebrating about defeating the odds, overcoming hardship. Kevin Powers stands here, talking about how he’s been screwed. Well, let me tell you BOTH something. Neither of you know what hardship is. Neither of you know what being screwed is. Since I’ve come back from the depths from where I lurked... I’ve done nothing but claw my way back up. And with each passing day, I get stronger and stronger... feeding off the people who kept me down for so long. Ask anyone who has been in the ring with me... Cardigo Mysterian is a force that isn’t only to be reckoned with... he is a force that can’t be stopped. I’ve been writing my story for years... and I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention to it. Because sooner or later, the best part hasn’t been written yet. That’s the chapter where all the soldiers of the battlefield lay dead... except for one... and he looks down on them, triumphantly... wearing his mask... holding a briefcase in one hand... and holding the CSWA World Title in the other.   (Cardigo points to the heavens, and the crowd goes nuts, chanting CAR-DI-GO over and over again.)  

POWERS: Well, Cardigo... it looks like you’re going to have to wait your turn. We’ve all heard your little pity party enough... because if you want to be World Champ, you’re going to have to beat me first! Because HE’S (points to Radder) mine.   (Powers holds his arms out in a T pattern, and the crowd goes nuts, chanting POW-ERS over and over.)  

RADDER: And like I told you before, big boy... and you listen up to, if you can hear underneath that mask of yours... I’m not out here to just defend my title. I’m out here to cement my place in history. The world is going to see that The Iceman isn’t some fluke champion. The world is going to see that The Iceman is the ONLY champion.  

(Radder holds his title over his head, and the crowd goes nuts, chanting RAD-DER over and over. Cardigo raises his briefcase like he’s about to strike, but Powers steps in front of Radder, gesturing to Cardigo to swing at him. Radder then shoves Powers and yells at him. Then the three of them get in each other’s faces, jawing. The table in the ring before gets knocked over in the near-fracas.)  

MERRITT: SECURITY! SECURITY!   GET HIM (points to Cardigo) OUT OF HERE! (The crowd is buzzing, taking pictures, making all sorts of noise. Various security crew members and jobbers rush the ring, pulling apart all three guys.)  

BB: FANS! THESE THREE ARE ABOUT TO TAKE EACH OTHER APART! WE’VE GOT TO GO!


Thanks to Gregg and Mikey P for all their help.  Sorry the format's slightly less 'pretty,' 
but we're working on getting the FW and CSWA designs updated as soon as possible.

 

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