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june fifth, two
thousand and seven
( An awesome display of pyro goes off as RWA:Reloaded hits the airwaves! The camera pans around the arena in San Antonio, Texas, showing the crazy fans, before settling on the announce table.) Chris Salem: Welcome to another awesome edition of Reloaded, live from Texas! I'm Chris Salem... Jay Gamble: And I'm Jay Gamble! Chris Salem: And let's get things rolling right away!
Brett Walsh: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is schedule for ONE FALL! First about to come down the aisle, hailing from HARTFORD, CT, and weighing in at 230 pounds…THE YOUNG ONE! (TYO walks out to Young Jeezy's song "Go Getta". As he makes his way down the aisle he is tauting the fans with his chain and United Title belt. Once in the ring he takes his chain off and stares at it and blows his breathe on the chain and then takes his arm and rubs it againist the chain as if he had just added some shine to it . Then he takes the chain and holds it up to the air next to the United Title belt. And points to the chain and then points back to himself to signify that he is TYO and he is the Hood's finest . Then he hands his chain and United Title belt to the ring announcer and waits for his opponent.) Brett Walsh: And His Opponent… (Suddenly Eric Badger appears on the RWA Big Screen. The Audience is in an uproar.) Eric Badger: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is I! Your RWA President, Eric Badger coming to you with a message from the RWA Head Office. I have been told, TYO, that you STOLE property from the building last week on ReLoaded. I have been told that stealing the RWA United Titles and then handing one back to Brett Lukas is a crime punishable within the RWA ranks. (Crowd is in an uproar again, at the sound of punishment toward TYO.) Eric Badger: Now, before I send you the punishment this audience would like to see, I have a matter of business to attend to. Now, your punishment was to have to face Aidan Morag, RWA Co-Owner in the ring. Obviously, our gracious leader somehow got cold feet and bailed out on the match. With the whereabouts of Mr. Morag are uncertain to the RWA Board of Directors at this time, I have been given this airtime to issue this message. (The crowd grows eager to hear this.) Eric Badger: TYO, you are to be stripped of the United Title in your possession by EVERY member of the RWA locker room. After which, you will be suspended immediately and indefinitely until the Board can decide what to do with you. You have caused problems since your return to the RWA and now you must be punished. (The crowd erupts.) Eric Badger: Now, that’s what I would have said if I gave a shit about the RWA executives. Hell, I’m the President of the RWA! I’d just like to take this opportunity to enter myself, with a mystery partner, into the United Titles Tournament at Crushed Dreams! You and Lukas can keep those titles, because frankly, I think the crowd appreciates a couple good champions; Until Crushed Dreams that is. (The crowd boo’s at the Badger decision.) Eric Badger: In fact, hell, I like this little powertrip. Since our so-called "owners" can't seem to show up, I am in charge now. I hear through the grapevine that Sabrina Wilson and Kyle Snow decided not to show up either. Well, kids, your match is axed for tonight, and if you no-show the next time you are booked - your asses are gone! As for the Hardcore Championship match scheduled for tonight, nobody really wants to see those two has-beens wrestle anyways. What, like you really came here to see anyone but me? (Badger smiles as the crowd boos more.) Eric Badger: Now, I’d like to send it out to my colleague in the field, Shawn Walsh, who is standing by with an update on the AWOL Aidan Morag. (Badger fades and cuts out as the screen immediately cuts to see Walsh in the garage, sitting on the trunk of his rental car. As soon as Walsh notices the camera filming he hops off the car and smirks at the camera.) Shawn Walsh: Ladies and gentlemen... Aidan Morag seems to want to take a page out of my book. He thinks that - like me - he can run this place and compete in scheduled matches. As you can see, he isn't up for that challenge... (Walsh reaches into his pocket and pulls out the car keys. He unlocks the trunk and opens it. There we see Aidan bound and gagged, hands tied behind his back, legs tightly tied together. He is squirming around, desperate to get free. Walsh chuckles as he looks down at the Co-Owner.) Shawn Walsh: Try as you will, try as you might... You will never be RWA. I am RWA. I am the renegade. (Walsh reaches in and slaps a helpless Aidan across the face.) Shawn Walsh: See you after the show, shit-for-brains. (Walsh slams the trunk closed as we can hear some muffled screams coming from inside. Walsh brushes a piece of lint from his shoulder then adjusts his jacket. He heads back towards the arena as the crowd boos. Cut to commercial.)
(As Reloaded returns from the commercial break, the camera shows the backstage area, a seemingly vacant cooridor.) Salem: "What do we have here?" Gamble: "Looks like a hallway." (Just then, Breeden appears, just walking down the hallway. Just as he passes by a dark hallway, a man quickly appears from behind a garbage can. Before Breeden even sees him, the man, clad in all white, slams a lead pipe into his gut.) Salem: "What the hell?! Who is that?!!" (Breeden bends over in pain and the man slams the pipe over his head, laying him out on the ground. The fans cannot see the man's face, since he is wearing a white sweatshirt with the hood up, but a distinct evil chuckle can be heard.) Gamble: "Looks like Breeden is making some enemies." Salem: "That seemed like quite an unprovoked attack though!" (The man throws the pipe on Breeden, who is motionless on the ground, and walks away as the camera fades out.)
(We come back from commercial just in time to hear "Original Prankster" fade out. Sara Pettis and Kamikaze are already in the ring. Suddenly the bell rings, as Kamikaze rushes at Sara and takes her down with a quick spear. He stays mounted on her, unleashing several right hands. This doesn't last long, though, as the referee forces him off Pettis.) Jay Gamble: Kamikaze going right at Sara Pettis. Chris Salem: Hey ref, get the fuck out of Kamikaze's face, bitch. Jay Gamble: I'm taking away your talking privileges if you say anything like that ever again. Chris Salem: Ut-Ohs. Don't do that. (Sara gets back up to her feet, as Kamikaze is yelling at the referee. Kamikaze shoves the referee out of the way and runs at Sara, who grabs Kami's arm and pulls it down into a Armbar. Bridging herself, giving her more leverage, Pettis pulls back on Kamikaze's arm, listening to Kamikaze yell out in pain.) Chris Salem: Oh Christ. Jay Gamble: Sara sticking with that armbar, not letting Kamikaze get anywhere near the ropes. (Pettis bridges her body again, but goes too far, losing her balance and letting Kamikaze roll through into a school boy.) 1... 2...
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Jay Gamble: Close call! Chris Salem: I'm hungry. Jay Gamble: ...That's nice? (Up to his feet, Kamikaze begins to lay the boots into Pettis's leg, finishing up by locking Sara in an ankle lock. However, Pettis wastes little time in getting to the ropes, forcing Kamikaze to break the hold. Still with Pettis's leg locked, Kamikaze tugs her back toward the center of the ring, locking in yet another ankle lock. This time Sara counters, rolling Kami up with a victory roll.) Jay Gamble: A rollup by Sara! 1... 2...
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Chris Salem: It's only a two! Jay Gamble: Another close one. Chris Salem: Too damn close. (Sara Pettis and Kamikaze both get back to their feet and lock up. Kamikaze fakes out Pettis, delivers a knee into the gut and lifts Sara up into a vertical suplex. Turning her body around, Sara escapes, grabs onto Kamikaze's head and drives him down to the mat with a sit-down reverse DDT.) Jay Gamble: Sara giving herself a little time to catch her breath. Chris Salem: Psh. (While Sara goes to make another move, Kamikaze gives Pettis a right hand, but Sara responds with a boot to the gut, followed by a snap suplex. Sara picks Kami up and raises him onto her shoulders. Suddenly she brings him hard to the mat with an electric chair drop!) Jay Gamble: Yikes!!! Chris Salem: Yikes indeed. (Sara takes a moment to regain composure then grabs Kamikaze by the head and lifts him up. Kamikaze, out of nowhere, thumps Pettis in the eye and follows it up with a quick kick to the gut and a stunner!) Jay Gamble: Poor girl. Chris Salem: Um. She's was good enough to be signed to RWA... I think she can hold her own. (Kami hooks a leg.) 1... 2...
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Jay Gamble: Dammit Pettis, stay down like the whore you are! Chris Salem: Well that wasn't very nice. Jay Gamble: Eh, fuck off? (After slapping the mat in frustration, Kamikaze stands, walks to the corner, and climbs to the top rope.) Jay Gamble: Kamikaze is on the top rope, while Sara is regaining her wits. (Pettis climbs to her feet and rushes over, pulls one of Kami's legs from under him, and crotching him on the top rope. Grabbing his head, Sara throws him off the top, sending him to his back on the mat.) Jay Gamble: Sara's back in this. (Pettis picks Kamikaze up and drags him to the corner. Sara jumps to the top rope and hooks Kamikaze's head, about to hit what we can only assume is a tornado ddt.) Jay Gamble: Something big about to come from the little Pettis. Chris Salem: Bleck. (Sara tries to spin over, but Kamikaze stays on his feet and simply pushes her off of him mid-move. Sara crashes to the mat with a thud..) Chris Salem: Nice reversal there. Jay Gamble: A bit unorthodox though. Chris Salem: Indeed. (Kami wastes no time and picks Sara immediately up. He hooks her head and yells out to the crowd, who return with a mixed reaction. In the blink of an eye, Kami sends Sara crumpling to the mat with the Kamikaze Korkscrew [Twist of Fate to Spinning Neckbreaker]! The crowd buzzes as Kamikaze covers.) Chris Salem: This has to be it! 1... 2...
3!
("Original Prankster" by The Offspring blares over the pa as the crowd gives a mixed reaction.) Brett Walsh: And here is your winner... KAMIKAZE!!! Jay Gamble: And what a well earned victory in a great match!
Jay Gamble: It’s about time for the United States title mat- (Suddenly the camera cuts to static. It remains this way for almost a minute before starting to flicker in and out. Another half minute goes by before the static stops and we see Tony Barrera in the ring with ‘Clever Kicks‘ playing in the background.) Brett Walsh: From Tampa, Florida by way of Huntington Beach, California… He is the RWA United States champion… “Best in the Business” Tony Barrera! (‘Clever Kicks fades away as the boos get louder.) Jay Gamble: We’re… We’re back on? Chris Salem: About time. Not like you missed anything anyways. ( The lights in the arena quickly fade completely out. There is silence for a few moments until we hear these words boom over the PA... )"You know why?" "You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be." "You need people like me." "You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, 'that's the bad guy.'" ( A gunshot rings out as the crowd buzzes. We remain in complete darkness and silence when suddenly a large gold explosion goes off around the entrance as we are immediately thrown into the middle of "This is Why I Rock" by Mims ft. Purple Popcorn. A gold spotlight shines down in front of the entrance as Brett Lukas emerges from the backstage area wearing a black leather hooded vest. Walsh follows closely behind him. ) Brett Walsh: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by Shawn Walsh... From Jacksonville, FL... "The Golden Boy" BRETT LUKAS!!!
Jay Gamble: The crowd isn’t too fond of either man in the ring. Chris Salem: Or the one standing outside of it for that matter. (Both men arrogantly walk to the middle of the ring. Barrera, the taller of the two men, looks down a few inches at Brett as they exchange a few words. Out of nowhere Barrera slaps the taste out of Lukas’ mouth. The impact spins Brett around and Tony takes advantage with a school boy roll-up.) 1... (Lukas kicks out.) Jay Gamble: Barrera’s looking for the quick defense. Chris Salem: Tony fears Brett. Jay Gamble: I highly doubt that. (Both men get to their feet where they once again meet in the middle of the ring. Brett is quick to react and shoves his thumb deep in Barrera’s eye socket. Tony keels over with his hand over his eye and Lukas rolls him up in a small package.) 1... (Tony kicks out.) Jay Gamble: Brett’s also looking for the quick win. Chris Salem: Brett fears Tony. Jay Gamble: I thought you just said it was the other way around. Chris Salem: Since when do you pay attention to what I’m saying? Jay Gamble: Point taken. (Both men are back on their feet. Lukas runs at Tony and ducks a clothesline attempt. He bounces off the ropes then jumps in the air, wraps an arm around Tony’s head in mid-flight, and drops down with a vicious DDT. Tony grabs his head and instinctively rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos Barrera’s actions.) Jay Gamble: The crowd isn’t too happy with Barrera trying to keep the pace slow. (Tony stumbles around the ring. Brett measures him up then swerves to bounce off a set of ropes and heads straight for Tony. Just before reaching the ropes Lukas drops down and slides feet first at Tony’s head. Barrera side steps and Brett lands on his feet. Barrera wastes no time in taking Lukas down with a stiff clothesline.) Jay Gamble: Barrera lured Lukas right into that. Chris Salem: Like you saw it coming. Jay Gamble: Just because you’re too much of a dunce to realize when somebody’s playing possum doesn’t mean the rest of us are. (Tony lays a few boots to Lukas’ side when he notices Walsh making his way around the corner. The referee notices the potential confrontation and orders Walsh to the other side of the ring. Walsh turns his attention from Tony and begins yelling at the referee.) Chris Salem: I think he’s reminding him that he is the one that signs his cheques every month. Jay Gamble: I don’t think he realizes that it’s not his job anymore. Chris Salem: That explains why I received two last month. I better cash them before somebody realizes it. Jay Gamble: It’s a good thing you didn’t say that out loud. (While Shawn argues with the ref Tony picks Lukas up and rolls him under the bottom rope. He positions Brett so he is on his back with his head sticking out over the apron. With his back to Brett, Barrera lifts Lukas’ head slightly with his arm underneath then drops down with a neck breaker. The crowd gasps at the angle Lukas’ head snaps to.) Jay Gamble: Barrera’s trying to injure Brett again, and the match has only been underway about five minutes. (Brett rolls around on the mat while holding the back of his head. Tony nonchalantly hops up on the apron and steps through the ropes. After a few hard stomps on Brett’s neck, Tony picks him up and leads him over to the ropes. He sticks Lukas’ head over the top rope then reaches up from underneath and pulls his head down, cutting off the air supply. The referee taps Tony on the shoulder and tells him to let go but he doesn’t listen. The ref then utilizes his five count.) 1...
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(Tony continues to choke Brett and the ref is forced to call for the bell.) Chris Salem: Well, that was cheap way to retain his belt. Jay Gamble: Maybe so, but he still gets to leave here with the belt. (Tony finally lets go as Walsh jumps up on the apron and gets in the ring. He heads straight for the ref and, by the scruff of his shirt, pushes him into a corner. Even though there is no microphone near him, his words are clear.) Shawn Walsh: God damn it! He did that on purpose and you’re going to reward him?! If you don’t scratch that and restart the match I’m going to rip off that tiny dick of yours and shove it so far up your ass, you’ll be picking your pubes from your teeth as you’re standing in the unemployment line! Do you understand, dickhead?! (Shawn shoves the referee in the direction of the time keeper and before he has the chance to call for the bell Walsh turns around and nails Barrera with High Voltage.) Jay Gamble: Not only does he bully the referee into restarting the match, even though he no longer has the authority to, he gives Tony a cheap kick to the face before it starts up again. He hasn’t changed a bit. (The bell rings and the ref turns around to see Tony flat on his back and Walsh hoping off the apron. Lukas scrambles over and covers Tony.) 1...
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NO!
(Barrera kicks out. Walsh slams his hands down on the apron as Lukas does the same on the mat. Brett gets to his feet and rolls his neck around a bit before leading Tony to his feet. He goes to whip Tony into the to ropes but Barrera holds on and whips Brett instead. He ducks down for a back body drop but Lukas grabs his head and flips over with a neck breaker. With Tony on the mat, Brett quickly gets to his feet and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Without hesitating, he leaps off with a huge frog splash, turning in mid-air. Lukas stays on him and hooks a leg.) Chris Salem: What a move! 1...
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NO!
(Tony kicks out. Brett looks behind him then drags Tony near the edge of the ring. He pins him again, only this time he props his feet up on the second rope.) 1...
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NO!
(Tony still kicks out.) Jay Gamble: So much for that. (Lukas punches Tony a couple of times then lifts him to his feet and plants a boot to his stomach. Brett steps back, bounces off the ropes, then steps forward and jumps in the air going for a long distance bicycle kick but Tony stands up and connects with The Syringe in mid flight. Lukas hits the mat hard and Tony makes the cover.) 1...
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NO!
(Walsh grabs the referee’s leg and pulls him out of the ring. He lands face first on the mat then rolls over to his back. He raises his hand but Shawn puts a foot across his neck and once again speaks loud enough for everybody to hear.) Shawn Walsh: Don’t even THINK about calling for the bell! (He lets his foot off and the ref puts his arm down. Meanwhile in the ring, Barrera has Lukas locked in a Boston crab. Brett tries to drag himself to the ropes but can’t drag Tony along with him.) Jay Gamble: He’s trying to get to the ropes, but it won’t do any good with the ref on the outside. (Walsh realizes the trouble Brett is in and grabs a chair. He slides under the bottom rope with it and swings at Tony’s head. Barrera lets Lukas go and ducks underneath. When Walsh spins around Tony grabs his feet out from under him and turns him over into a Boston crab. Brett wastes no time in grabbing the chair and slamming it into the back of Barrera‘s head. Tony drops to the mat, semi conscious. Brett tosses the chair to the side and covers Tony.) Chris Salem: He’s not in there, nimrod! (Brett looks around and realizes the ref is nowhere to be found. Walsh rolls out of the ring as Lukas gets to his feet. He gets Tony, who barely has his eyes open, back to his feet and gives him a stiff right hand for good measure. At this point Shawn has rolled the referee back into the ring, though he still lays facing away from what going on. Brett springs off the second rope going for a hurricanrana but Barrera takes a couple steps back and catches him with a small package.) Jay Gamble: He did it again! Chris Salem: You’re not Portuguese, man! Jay Gamble: What? Chris Salem: Go on, clean your shorts. Like a big boy. (Walsh takes a look at the referee, who is still oblivious to what’s going on, then slides into the ring. He rolls Lukas on top of Tony then slides out of the ring. The ref rolls over, sees the pinning attempt, then begins to count.) 1...
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NO!
(The referee’s hand hits the mat but Tony kicks out just before the contact. Walsh is beside himself on the outside. Both men slowly get to their feet and once they do they exchange a few blows. Brett gets the upper hand with a kick to the shin followed by a DDT. He goes over to the corner and hops up on the second turnbuckle. Lukas jumps off with a flying body press and Tony catches him on his shoulders and drills him with a Death Valley Driver. Barrera makes the cover.) 1...
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NO!
(Brett kicks out. Tony looks around for a minute then gets up and grabs one of Lukas’ legs and locks on a figure four leglock. Brett yells out as Tony begins rocking back and forth, applying more pressure.) Jay Gamble: He’s putting more pressure on that ankle he tried to break. (Brett lays down with his fists covering his face.) 1...
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(He sits back up before the count of three. In a last ditch effort he begins pounding away on Tony’s knee. Barrera begins rocking harder but Lukas keeps at it until he manages to push Tony’s leg away and breaks the hold. Tony grabs Brett’s leg again but Lukas quickly gets to the ropes. The ref pushes Tony away only to be shoved back. The ref goes to call for the bell but with a quickly glance in Shawn’s direction, he decides against it.) Chris Salem: Shawn has that referee by the balls. (Tony grabs Brett by the hair and lifts him up. He whips him into one of the six sets of ropes then runs to the opposite side. He bounces off those ropes and Walsh blatantly grabs Tony’s ankle. Barrera turns around to see Walsh smiling up at him. The referee goes over and begins arguing with Shawn. Lukas carries on with the momentum the Irish whip and runs straight at Tony, punting him between the legs from behind.) Chris Salem: It’s good! (Both men use the ropes to keep on their feet. Lukas looks over at Tony then quickly rolls him up.) 1...
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3!
(The referee calls for the bell.) Chris Salem: That was a hell of a kick, man. Jay Gamble: And it won him back the United States championship. Chris Salem: He told him it was going to be the shortest US title reign in RWA history.
(As "This is Why I Rock" blares over the PA yet again, the ref is handed the United States Championship from the timekeeper. Brett crawls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. He snatches the US Title from the ref and shoves him away. Brett holds up two fingers, yelling out the words "two time! two time!" The crowd boos as Walsh climbs into the ring and pats Lukas on the shoulder.) Chris Salem: Ugh... (Walsh and Lukas exchange glances. Lukas nods as Walsh walks over and lifts the fallen Barrera up to a sitting position. Lukas takes a step back, yelling at Tony, then rushes foreward and knees him square in the face! Barrera crumples back down into a heap only to be immediately picked back up by Walsh. Walsh slowly pulls TB up to a standing position. As he does, Lukas again rushes at Barrera, this time planting him with a brutal shot to the face with the United States Championship!) Jay Gamble: This is uncalled for... Chris Salem: Tony tried to take Brett out of action a few weeks ago... You don't think he has this coming?! Jay Gamble: Meh.. (Brett drops to his knees, pulling Tony's head up and rubbing it into the face plate of the US championship. We can read his lips: "it's my time now." Brett stands and scoffs at Barrera, then raises his arms with the US title as the crowds boos grow and Reloaded heads to commercial.)
(Reloaded returns and the scene shows the outside of the women's locker room backstage. Waiting outside is former RWA superstar Will Schorg aka Aj Nin Red Rum. He stands with his arms folded across his chest as he waits for his stepdaughter, Sara, to exit the locker room. When she does, she's surprised to see him there.) Sara Pettis: Oh, hey dad! I didn't know you were coming to San Antonio. Why didn't you tell me? Will Schorg: Sara, listen, lets cut the crap ok. I just watched you go through that match with Kamikaze. I think it's time I put my foot down. Sara Pettis: But Dad, I'm fine, really. I mean, yea I'm a little sore, but not to terribly... Will Schorg: Sara, I'm not going to stand back and watch you throw your life away doing this crap! Ok? You're not hurt tonight, but what about next time? Sara Pettis: Dad, I'll be fine, really. Will Schorg: NO! Sara, you don't get it! How many surgeries have I had? How many times did you have to watch me and your mother go through physical therapy for injuries? Sara Pettis: Dad, I.... Will Schorg: No! No more wrestling Sara! Got it? Sara Pettis: Dad, you can't tell me what to do! I'm an adult, this is my choice! (Will looks at his stepdaughter, angry, and gets in her face.) Will Schorg: You sound just like your mother! Every time I forbid her to wrestle, and told her to take care of you and Jane, she said the same damn thing! Sara Pettis: Yea, well, I am her daughter you know! Will Schorg: Fine, thats how it's going to be? I'll handle you the same way I handled your mother! (Will backs away from Sara, then suddenly without warning hits her with Dead Weight!) Chris Salem: OH MY GOD! Jay Gamble: He's F'N lost it man! Thats his stepdaughter! (Sara lays on the concrete floor, completely unconscious. Will stands over her and begins screaming at her.) Will Schorg: Why!? Why did you have to make me do this!? I love you kid! But you need a reality check! This is wrestling! This is what this business will do to you! You think I liked doing that!? You think I liked doing that to your mother!? This shit isn't worth it! I worked my ass off so you wouldn't have to be in this position! So you could do something better with your life then this! Your mother, god rest her soul, wanted more for you! (Will starts to cry and yell at the same time.) Will Schorg: I wanted more for you! Damn it kid, you're not my child, but I'm your dad! I hate that I did that! But it's the only way! It's the only way I can set you straight! (Sara starts to stir, and she rolls over and grabs hold of Will's leg. She starts to use it to pull herself up, but Will backs away. Sara sits up, and looks up at her stepfather, with a glazed look in her eye. Will breaths in really deep and begins to talk calmly again.) Will Schorg: I'm sorry kid. I know you'll never forgive me for what I just did, or what I'm going to do, I just hope that some day, you'll understand why. (Will reaches into his pockets, and pulls out a set of brass knuckles. He puts them on, and then kicks Sara back down onto the floor. He get on top of her, and lifts her head by her hair, and begins to take shots at her.) Chris Salem: Jesus christ! Somebody stop him! He's gone crazy! Jay Gamble: I would, but we're out here, why couldn't he have done it out here in the ring? Chris Salem: Shut the hell up man! We need somebody to do something back there! (The scene goes back to Will pummeling his stepdaughter mercilessly on the concrete.) Will Schorg: You want to wrestle? You want to be in hardcore matches!? This is what it's like kid! It doesn't feel good does it? (Suddenly Sean Starr comes around the corner, and notices what he's doing.) Sean Starr: What the hell, get off of her man! (Will stands up, and backs away from Sara, who is now laying completely motionless on the floor.) Will Schorg: Hey, back off Starr! This is a family matter! Sean Starr: What the hell is wrong with you man!? Will Schorg: Whats wrong with me? Whats wrong with me? I'm only doing what her mother would want me to do! I'm setting this girl straight, before she throws her life away! It's called tough love damn it! Sean Starr: You're sick man! You're seriously fucked up in the head! Will Schorg: Her mother, wanted her to have a normal life. And if her mother was still around, she would have done it her damn self! But I had to do it! Because for some reason the higher power thought it would be best to take Becky away from us! So if i have to be the evil stepfather, so be it! I don't care what you think! I don't care what she thinks! I don't care what any of these people think! In a week when me and Sara aren't seen on t.v. again, they will forget either of us existed, or that this even happened! The only person, who I care thinks about me, is gone! She's up there right now, and damn it, I know she's not thinking any less of me right now! Sean Starr: Are you fuckin' for real? You just beat the shit out of her daughter with brass knuckles! You think she's not pissed off as hell? Will Schorg: FUCK YOU! You didn't know Becky! I did! I know what she's thinking right now! (With that Will Schorg turns around and walks away. Sean bends over and picks up the lifeless body of Sara Pettis, who is bleeding profusely in the face, in his arms.) Sean Starr: Hey, I need some help over here! (He screams as he carries her out of view of the camera.)
Chris Salem: "It has been a huge night already tonight, with two big title matches that we just saw. Now we have one more!" Jay Gamble: "I am pretty pumped for this." Salem: "No kidding. Universal Champion Rayn puts his title on the line for the 2nd time in 3 weeks against Shane Clemmens, the last reigning Universal Champion!" Brett Walsh: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is for the Renegade Wrestling Alliance Universal Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Missoula, Montana, weighing in at 223 pounds...SHANE CLEMMENS!" (The lights in the arena begin to fade as strobes fire up and crimson red spot lights fire up. A crimson red pot leaf appears spinning in the middle of the ring. Flash bulbs fire as lighters fire up. "Dr. Evening" by Danko Jones begin to play. On the big screen you can see images of soldiers marching mixed in with strippers stripping. Soon these images are replaced by words.) THE DIRTY GOD
(Pyros fire as Shane appears from the entrance.) Hey little man don't you understand when Dr. Evening comes around
(Shane heads to the ring with a brilliant smirk on his face. As he goes he raises the back of his hand towards the fans as if to smack them. His adoring fans scream, the fairweather fans boo. Shane keeps going.) Oh Baby when I got you in the middle of the night
(Shane rushes the ring, sliding in on his chest. Effortlessly he pops to his feet. He heads to to the corner and climbs to the second turn buckle, gazing out at the fans. He holds his fingers to his lips as if he's smoking a joint, then extends it to the audience. The fans pop, but then suddenly Shane gives a violent rendition of the "fist yourself" hand gesture.) Alright, Dr.Evening comes alive when the clock strikes 12 o'clock
(Shane, loving the roar of the crowd returns to the middle of the ring were he struts, bouncing as he warms up, stretching his neck. He finally pulls his tank top off and tosses it ringside.) You like it?
(Shane returns to the corner, leaning against it as he awaits his opponent. The music dies as the lighting returns to normal.) Salem: "Some of these fans certainly love this guy." Gamble: "Meh." Salem: "Oh admit it, you have a man crush on Shane Clemmens too." Gamble: "You won't get me to admit shit." (The lights then completely go out, as green strobes start to flash and green search lights start darting through the crowd. The guitar for "Raise Hell" by (hed) P.E. starts up as smoke starts to fill up the entrance to the arena... ) "Bitch - get the fuck out" "If you wanna slow down" "Bitch - get the fuck out" "If your ass ain't with me" "Bitch - Get the fuck out, What?" "Get the Fuck out Bitch," "Get the Fuck Out!" ( Out of the smoke comes Daniel Kalis. The green search lights focus in on him as he smirks and takes a few steps out of the smoke. He stops, taking a step back on his left foot as he raises his arms up holding the Universal title in front of him. He smirks for a moment, then lowers his arms and continues to the ring. ) "I let that shit bang" "I make your heart jump" "Like you was on cocaine"
"I knock yo hed back"
"Stop actin like a bitch"
"Stop actin like a bitch"
(Rayn slides into the ring and stands up on the nearest corners second turn buckle and holds his arms up in the air again, raising the Universal title above his head.) Brett Walsh: "And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at TWO hundred Forty two pounds, he is the Renegade Wrestling Alliance Universal champion, Daniel "Rayn" Kalis!!!" (Rayn hops off the turnbuckle and walks to the corner across the ring from him and raises his arms and the Universal strap in the air again. He steps down and hands the ref his belt as he talks to him for a moment. He takes his personalized jersey off, throwing it out into the crowd and adjusts his elbow pads, waiting for the bell to ring. The crowd begins to buzz as the two men stare holes into each other.) Salem: "Here we go, let's get this show on the road! Shane Clemmens realizes the opportunity he has here tonight and Rayn wants to make quick work of him." Gamble: "This should be a decent match." Salem: "That is the understatement of the century." (The ref looks at both men and holds the Universal Title high into the air. He hands it the timekeeper and the bell rings. Clemmens cracks his neck and starts circling Rayn, as the Champion just glares at him. Clemmens makes a move toward Rayn, but then backs off, checking Rayn's reaction - which is nonexistant. ) Salem: "Not sure what Clemmens intends to do with his intimdation, Rayn isn't an easily intimidatable guy." (Just then, “Here to Stay” by Christina Aguilera hits and the arena goes dim. Red police lights spin around the entire arena as the song plays and the fans cheer. A spot light hits Amy Jo as she stands at the center of the stage. She throws her arms up and screams. She then throws her hands on her hips and stands for a few seconds. She suddenly races down the ramp and comes to a screeching halt outside the ring.) Salem: "The hell is she doing here?!" Gamble: "Does it matter?" (Clemmens and Rayn turn toward her and she just smirks at them, before walking around to the announce table. Smyth: "Howdy boys." Salem: "How nice of you to grace us with your presense. What brings you out here for this main event?" Smyth: "That should be me in that ring for the title, so I figured I would come scope my competition when the management around here finally realizes how much money I can make this company." Gamble: "Isn't that shiny TV Title enough?" (Smyth glares at Gamble as we turn back to the action in the ring. Clemmens smirks as he circles Rayn one more time, before meeting him in the middle of the ring and locking up with him. Rayn quickly pushes him away and then runs at him, clotheslining him to the mat. Clemmens quickly jumps back to his feet as the crowd cheers.) Smyth: "Why would they think that Shane kid is better than me anyways?!" Salem: "*ignoring* It has been really hard to get a read on Clemmens lately." Gamble: "What the hell does that mean? He is just a bad ass, that is all." Salem: "What was that about his ass?" Gamble: "I am going to fucking kill you." (The two lock up once again and this time, Clemmens whips Rayn into the ropes. Clemmens himself then runs off the ropes behind him and as he flies at Rayn, leaps into the air, nailing Rayn with a hard shining wizard. He drops down for a cover, but Rayn rolls out of the way, rolling out of the ring.) Salem: "Some quick offense by Clemmens, seems like he is the one that wants to finish this quickly." Gamble: "Not a bad move, Rayn is the one that has been wrestling a lot lately, Clemmens could be a little rusty." Salem: "But could also be a lot more fresh, not get worn down as fast." Smyth: "Yet I am here, week in and out, busting me ass - and they give HIM the title match!" Gamble: "Quit complaining." Smyth: "You want me to show you how angry I can get?" (Rayn gets to his knees on the outside of the ring, shaking the cobwebs out. Clemmens sees him and waits a moment, allowing Rayn to get to his feet. Suddenly, Clemmens runs toward the ropes. He drops down at the last second, baseball sliding out of the ring and kicking Rayn right in the back of the head! Rayn goes flying forward and nails his face on the steel guard rail! Clemmens slides out of the ring as the ref starts to yell at him to get back in.) Salem: "And Clemmens takes control, nailing Rayn right in the back of the head with that baseball slide." Gamble: "Rayn is normally a lot smarter than that, he has got to get his head on straight if he wants to take out Clemmens for the second time in three weeks." (As Rayn slowly starts to get to his knees, Clemmens grabs him by the hair and pulls him the rest of the way to his feet. He quickly lifts him up and drops him down gut first on the steel guard rail. Rayn holds his stomach in pain as Clemmens again picks him up. This time, he goes to whip him into the steel steps. Just as he is about to let go, however, Rayn reverses the move, sending Clemmens flying toward the steel steps! Before he can brace for impact, he slams knees first right in to the steps. The impact sends him head over heels, soaring over the steps. The crowd cheers as Rayn leans against the ring to catch his breath.) Salem: "That backfired badly for Clemmens! Did you hear that collision with those steel steps?" Gamble: "That honestly made my knees hurt..." Smyth: "I love that sound..." (Rayn moves over toward Clemmens and pulls him to his feet. He rolls him into the ring and then rolls in after him, covering him quickly!) ONE!... TWO!...
THR - NO!
(Clemmens kicks out, prompting Rayn to get to his feet. Clemmens is clearly in pain, holding his left knee in agony. Rayn moves forward and stomps on the left knee a few times, before grabbing the leg and putting Clemmens in a half boston crab! Rayn wrenches back, putting as much pressure on the left knee as he can as Clemmens screams in pain!)
Salem: "We don't see this often, but Rayn is using that knee injury to his advantage and looking to make Clemmens tap!" (Rayn clearly needs to do a little more work though, as Clemmens overpowers him and pushes him with his legs towards the ropes. Clemmens quickly rolls over to his knees just as Rayn turns around and runs at him. Rayn leaps and looks to nail Clemmens in the face with a hard knee, but Clemmens ducks out of the way at the last possible second. In one swift movement, Clemmens is on his feet and has his arms wrapped around Rayn's waist. Before Rayn realizes what has happened, Clemmens lifts him into the air and slams him on to his head with a hard german suplex. Clemmens quickly jumps to his feet, clearly favoring the left knee, but not letting the pain get to him. He pulls Rayn to his feet and whips him across the ring. As Rayn comes back on the rebound, Clemmens leaps to his feet and takes Rayn down with a Lou Thesz press! He lays into Rayn with a few good left and rights to his face before ref breaks it up.) Gamble: "I have always enjoyed the tributes to Lou Thesz." (Clemmens climbs to his feet and pulls Rayn up. Clemmens looks to whip Rayn across the ring, but Rayn reverses it. As Clemmens comes flying back, Rayn quickly drops to the mat and kicks Clemmens right in his knee! Clemmens falls right to the mat, and Rayn wastes no time pouncing on him. He grabs his legs and locks in the Sweet Dreamz, staring right at Amy Jo Smyth while doing it!) Salem: "Rayn has the Sweet Dreamz locked in - and he is staring a hole right through you, Amy!" Smyth: "He will get what is coming to him..." (Clemmens tries desperately to get to the ropes, but the pain is too much on his hurt knee and he begins to tap furiously! The ref rings the bell as Rayn smirks down at the announce table.) Salem: "And Rayn retains the title after working on that hurt knee to his advantage! I thought Clemmens might take it at one point." Smyth: "Later boys..." (Salem and Gamble look at Smyth in confusion as she gets up from the announce table. The ref hands Rayn the title and he jumps to the turnbuckle, holding it into the air as the crowd cheers. He stares down at Amy Jo, who is standing by the announce table, smirking at him. Rayn jumps down and turns his back, looking to move to the other turnbuckle, when suddenly Amy Jo Smyth slides into the ring! She runs up behind Rayn and nails him with a low blow, much to the adoration of the crowd.) Gamble: "Well now that can't feel good..." (Rayn drops his title and doubles over in pain. Amy Jo stands back for a second before running forward and nailing Rayn with Southern Charm! Rayn falls to the mat and the crowd cheers.) Salem: "Amy Jo Smyth giving the Champion a hard reality check!" (She stands over the Champion, smirking at him. She leans over, picks up the Universal title, and throws it down on Rayn's face as Reloaded comes to an end...)
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