********************************************************** ********************************************************** ********************************************************** American Wrestling Alliance Proudly Presents AWA Saturday Night Wrestling Live from the WKIK Studios Dallas, Texas November 21st, 2009 ********************************************************** ********************************************************** ********************************************************** [As we fade in, we hear the closing theme to the Fishing With Orlando Wilson show as the shot starts to fade. It is replaced with footage marked "TWO WEEKS AGO!" where we see Rough N Ready and Juan Vasquez in the ring doing battle with the Bishop Boys, Gary Bright, and Stevie Scott. Each man grabbing an arm, the Bishops fire Cooper across the ring, knocking him flat with a big double back elbow before turning their attention to Eric Matthew Somers, knocking the big man to a knee with a double double axehandle!] BW: QUADRUPLE AXEHANDLE ON SOMERS! [With EMS on a knee, the two Bishops work together with the Gold Bomber to absolutely pummel Somers down to the mat. Outside the ring, Waterson is SCREAMING for someone to help Stevie who is getting lit up by the Number One contender to the National Title. Cousin Bo echoes the cries, causing Cletus Lee to peel away from the assault on Somers... ...and DRILL Vasquez in the back with a forearm smash. He quickly hooks Vasquez around the waist, hoisting him up in a belly to back lift.] GM: Suplex on the- OHHHH! [The crowd gasps as Cletus Lee drops to a knee, dropping Vasquez down out of the suplex across the bent knee!] GM: What a backbreaker by Cletus Lee Bishop! [Cletus Lee takes a moment to wrap his hands around the throat of Vasquez, strangling him on the canvas as a dazed Stevie Scott wanders out of the corner, stomping the choking Vasquez repeatedly... ...when suddenly the WKIK Studios crowd goes NUTS!] GM: TUMAFFI! TUMAFFI! TUMAFFI! [The massive Samoan comes lumbering out of the entryway, heading as quickly as he can towards the chaos in the ring. He nudges past Waterson and Cousin Bo with a shove... ...which is incentive enough for the dastardly rulebreakers inside the ring to hit the bricks... quickly.] GM: Look at 'em, Bucky! Runnin' away like thieves in the night! [By the time Tumaffi gets inside the ring, the only person remaining is Cletus Lee Bishop who doesn't look too eager to make a run for it... ...but a barrage of shouts from Cousin Bo eventually manages to get him outside the ring to the jeers of the crowd. An angry Tumaffi paces back and forth in front of the ropes, hurling insults in the direction of the huddled group out on the floor.] GM: And Tumaffi is HOT, Bucky! He wants him a piece of those guys in the worst possible way! BW: It looks like the Gold Bomber and Cletus Lee were willing to give him all he could handle but Waterson and Cousin Bo got them out of there. Smart move, in my opinion. You can trust a Samoan. Who knows what he'd do to get out of the match with the Bomber at SuperClash? GM: Give me a break. Tumaffi is fired up and he's lookin' for a fight! [After a bit, the other three favorites slowly get to their feet. Juan Vasquez is the last to rise, clutching his lower back as he stands. He reaches down with a wince, picking up his discarded mic from earlier.] JV: You... [He visibly winces again, grabbing at his back.] JV: If it's a fight you boys are looking for... [He looks around at the three other men in the ring.] JV: You... aghh... you know we're not hard to find! [Big cheer! Vasquez nods.] JV: In fact... if you want us so bad... [He looks around at the crowd... and then leans over the ropes, pointing right at Stevie Scott.] JV: We don't have to wait 'til SuperClash! We can do it right now! [HUGE CHEER! The crowd is absolutely ROARING at that idea! Vasquez spikes the mic into the canvas, waving with both arms for the rulebreakers to get back into the ring. Tumaffi and both members of Rough N Ready quickly strike fighting positions, ready to go if necessary.] GM: The challenge is on! Vasquez wants to do this right now! He wants to get his hands on Scott, Bright, the Bishops... all of 'em! BW: Of course he does. He's looking for any chance to hurt Stevie before the big match, Gordo. He's looking for any chance to gain a little edge on the champ. GM: As opposed to Stevie Scott who is jumping Vasquez at every opportunity? [Ben Waterson quickly confers with his clients - and as Vasquez put it, his "hired goons" - before grabbing the mic again.] ATTSBW: You seriously want this, Vasquez? You, Tons O' Fun, and the Senior Circuit want a crack at the Bomber, the Bishops, and the National Champ? [Vasquez nods as Waterson smirks.] ATTSBW: You want it? You got it! [With a big grin on the face of Waterson, the shot freezes before slowly fading to the sounds of "One More Saturday Night" by the Grateful Dead. A large white map of the United States fills the screen as the music plays. The shot zooms through the map, different states "popping up" into view as we race past them. As we pull back from the map, it no longer is white but rather made up of the Stars and Stripes. The map goes into a spin, spinning round and round as we zoom all the way into it, dissolving into a few slow motion shots of animated men battling in a red, white, and blue ring. The animation runs through various wrestling moves from an atomic drop to a bodyslam to a piledriver. And as the blue animaniac applies a clawhold on the white animaniac, we freeze and the AWA logo fills the screen. After a moment, we fade away from the cheaply done intro to the interior of the WKIK Studios in Dallas, Texas. The back wall is covered with various flags from around the world. The bleachers on three sides of the ring stand a little taller, helping to fit a few more people into the building. The ring is sporting red, white, and blue ropes with matching buckles and is lookin' good, yo. A quick cut reveals our announce area - a brand new blue and white backdrop with a television screen currently displaying the AWA logo behind our announce duo. They stand behind a small wooden podium, all grins as the fans cheer. One is clad in a dark navy suit, white dress shirt, and red and white striped tie. He sports nicely-styled salt and pepper hair and a well-groomed moustache. He grips a wireless mic in his hand, grinning widely at the camera. In his late-50's and the epitome of professionalism, this man is Gordon Myers. By his side is... well, somewhat a bit more flashy. With a mic in one hand and a glitter covered briefcase in the other, this man is paunchy to say the least. He's got a decent sized gut pushing at the buttons on his lime green dress shirt underneath an eye-burning yellow jacket. His black hair is tousled in all directions like he hasn't run a comb through it in his life. He's in his late 30's... he's former manager "Big Bucks" Bucky Wilde.] GM: Good evening, fans, and welcome to another edition of AWA Saturday Night Wrestling featuring all the stars of the American Wrestling Alliance, _the_ major league of professional wrestling. Bucky Wilde, this is going to be, in my opinion, one of the biggest nights EVER on this show. We've got an eight man tag team Main Event that may be the biggest Main Event we've ever put on the air, Bucky. BW: Eight of the biggest names... the best talent that the AWA has to offer. And to top it off, it's a sneak preview of just how awesome SuperClash will be on Thanksgiving night! GM: Three of our big headline matches for SuperClash will be on display in that massive eight man tag but that's not all we've got tonight, Bucky. Last time, we announced the Steal The Spotlight Showdown with ten grapplers taking part in an elimination tag match with very high stakes for the winner. BW: The chance to name your match... to pick your match... that's HUGE for all ten of those men. No matter who they are. GM: We know four of them - on one side, we'll be seeing Aaron Anderson and Bailey Fitzgerald. On the other, "Scorchin" Shane Taylor and the man we'll be seeing in action in just a moment - MAMMOTH Mizusawa! By the end of the night, we'll know all the rest as well. It's going to be an exciting night here in the WKIK Studios so let's get things started and go up to the ring! [In the ring, Melissa Cannon has the mic, ready to announce the next match.] MC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit. Already in the ring at this time... from Retribution, Texas, and weighing in at 245 pounds... James Justice! [Justice fires finger guns at the crowd.] MC: And his opponent... [Tomoyasu Hotei's 'Battle Without Honor or Humanity' starts to play over the arena speakers. Louis Matsui emerges with a smirk from the entranceway.] GM: This man will be a part of the five-on-five elimination Steal the Spotlight match at SuperClash and is currently the #9 ranked competitor in the Top Ten. MC: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan; weighing in at 420 pounds and being accompanied to the ring by LOUIS MATSUI, He is MAMMOTH... MIZUSAWA! BW: And at seven feet tall, 420 pounds, he is going to be a hard man to eliminate, Gordo! [The curtain parts to reveal the scowling seven-footer, MAMMOTH Mizusawa, dressed in a black singlet, black knee pads and a pair of black boots. Matsui points with his thumb over his shoulders at Mizusawa, who raises both his arms in the air. Both men start to make their way down the aisle.] GM: Would that make him your favorite to Steal the Spotlight, then? BW: Now, Gordo, I do want to see who else is in the match before I pick a favorite. GM: One person who does have his money behind the giant, I'm sure, is his manager, Louis Matsui. [As Matsui walks to the ring, he pays little attention to the fans sitting on either side of the aisle, although he is still smirking. The towering Mizusawa, on the other hand, walks slowly behind his manager, glaring at the crowd. Reaching the ringside area, MAMMOTH Mizusawa grabs the top rope and pulls himself onto the ring apron, then steps over the ropes and into the ring. He heads to his corner, where he is joined by Matsui, who has climbed onto the ring apron but staying on the outside. As the music starts to fade, he is giving some instructions to Mizusawa, before climbing back down to the ringside area and leaving his charge in the ring to await the start of the match.] GM: There's the bell and Justice just launches himself at Mizusawa! [James Justice's shoulder tackle barely budged the Japanese monster, as Mizusawa motions for him to try again.] GM: Another shoulder tackle! No effect! BW: Mizusawa wants him to try again- GM: Justice going to the ropes... He ducks under! Go-behind takedown- BW: You have got to be kidding me! [Justice's takedown attempt clearly fails as he lacks the leverage to bring the big man down. Mizusawa repositions himself and backs James Justice into the corner hard.] GM: Mizusawa is laying into the youngster in the corner. He rears back for a big elbow or possibly a splash... No! Justice ducks under the big man's arm and lets loose a flurry of kicks to Mizusawa's knee. BW: He's trying to chop the redwood down, Gordo. GM: And he has Mizusawa down on one knee. Knees to the back of the giant... Justice backs into the opposite corner... [And Justice comes charging towards MAMMOTH Mizusawa, but Mizusawa has the wherewithal to shift his body slightly, reaching out with his right arm and shoving Justice with his own momentum against the turnbuckles.] BW: Ouch! That's got to hurt, daddy! He went face first into the top turnbuckle- GM: And Mizusawa caught him on the rebound... He lifts Justice onto his shoulder as he gets back to his feet- BW: All seven feet of him, and... Back drop suplex folds Justice in half! [James Justice rolls around in pain as Mizusawa gets up again. He measures Justice up and...] CRAAACK!!! [Punts him on his side...] BW: That could break a rib... CRAAAAAACK!!!!!! [And punts him again.] GM: That one just might have, Bucky. Mizusawa looks down at his opponent, then at his manager. [The camera catches Matsui motioning for Mizusawa to break his opponent in half. Mizusawa nods as he picks Justice up, holding him across his front.] GM: And rib breaker, right across his massive knee! BW: That could be the "All-American", Gordo, or Fitzgerald... again. GM: He is picking up the young Texan... Gorilla press! As if he didn't weigh 240 pounds... No, Justice struggled his way out of that predicament and lands on his feet... SMAAACK!!! GM: Forearm across Mizusawa's back! He hits the ropes... SMAAAAAACK!!!!!! GM: And catches him with a high knee! And once more to the ropes... BW: Swat him, Mizusawa! GM: The giant tries to catch him. Justice ducks under... [Heel pop!] GM: And Matsui grabs his foot, sending Justice tumbling to the mat. BW: He IS a genius, Gordo! GM: And Mizusawa just laying in with some monstrous stomps. Justice's back, his head, arms, it's all fair game. [Justice tries to push himself up but gets a gigantic forearm shot across his back. Mizusawa doesn't let him lie long as he pulls the smaller man to his feet.] GM: Headbutt! And another! BW: And one more for good measure! If that doesn't ring your bell, you must be Samoan. GM: Mizusawa lifting James Justice up in another military press! Could we see the MAMMOTH Slam? No! He drops Justice straight down across his knee into another gigantic gutbuster! BW: Cover! GM: ONE! TWO!!! "DING! DING! DING!" GM: THREE!!! MC: Here is your winner... MAMMOTH MIZUUUUSAAAWAAA! [The crowd jeers the announcement as Mizusawa has his arm raised in victory. Louis Matsui climbs into the ring to celebrate with his charge..] BW: Another week, another victory for the MAMMOTH, daddy! GM: Like you said, Bucky, this man might just Steal the Spotlight come SuperClash. BW: Right now, they are coming towards us, Gordo. [Matsui saunters over to the announce position. Gordon Myers gets up to welcome him.] GM: Another impressive victory for your client, Louis. I am guessing you have something to say right now? LM: Indeed, Gordon. I have said time and time again that we welcome all competition here in the American Wrestling Alliance. I know there are more than a couple of big, tough guys running around backstage... Guys like "Psycho" Scott Pain for example... [Booo!!!] LM: Alright, how about the mighty Samoan, Tumaffi? [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!] LM: Heck, if James Monosso ever finds himself back in the AWA, I might have something for him, Gordon. [BOOOOOO!!!!!!] LM: Speaking of which, at SuperClash, the Steal the Spotlight match is just what my client needs to, well, do his thing. In fact, my giant isn't going to just steal the spotlight, he'll pluck it right out of the rafters and crush it right in the palms of his hands. With all the talent going into this match, I don't expect it to be easy... For the competition... [Heel pop!] LM: Which is why, Gordon, Mister Wilde, I'm going to offer those guys an out. I'm going to sweeten the deal a little bit for those poor sods. The Matsui Corporation is going to be putting a lot of money behind MAMMOTH Mizusawa. And part of that money will go to any individual, in the Steal the Spotlight elimination match, who makes sure this man [Motioning to Mizusawa] emerges as one of the survivors. Any of those guys, and I don't just mean the opposing team, any of the guys involved in the match, who makes sure Mizusawa does not get eliminated, will be rewarded by the Matsui Corporation. Not just in cash, Gordon, which I assure you is no small amount, but they will also gain some of the Corporation's long-term gratitude. GM: What exactly are you talking about here, Louis? LM: Let's just say, Gordon, some of those men are probably going to come out on the losing end, anyway. Some of those men might possibly come out hurt. But with a little bit of cooperation, they can still walk out of the match healthy, and possibly a tiny bit wealthy. All thanks to the Matsui Corporation. [And with that, Louis Matsui gives a thumbs up to the camera and walks off, followed by MAMMOTH Mizusawa.] BW: And that just might be an offer that someone CAN'T refuse, Gordo. GM: It could very well be exactly that. Fans, don't go away, we'll be right back with more AWA action! [The camera holds on Gordon and Bucky for a moment and then fades to black. After a moment, we fade back up on a very long shot of the exterior of a pretty dingy looking building.] "Have you ever dreamed of fame?" [Cut a little closer.] "Of glory?" [A little closer.] "Of your friends and family seeing you on television?" [And just a little closer, revealing a red, white, and blue sign that reads "AWA Combat Corner."] "Well, now you can make all your dreams come true by signing up today at the AWA Combat Corner - the official training school for the American Wrestling Alliance!" [We cut to the interior of the building where we can see lots of standard gym equipment surrounding a very basic wrestling ring. There are people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and of course, working out in the ring.] "With the very best trainers in the business, the AWA Combat Corner is the most-equipped training facility to get you in shape and get you in the ring in the shortest amount of time!" [Cut into the ring where Todd Michaelson is barking out instructions.] "With former World Champion Todd Michaelson leading the classes, you can guarantee that you will be prepared for in-ring action upon graduation and with the AWA expanding by the day, you will have a place to work on Day One!" [Two young students are grappling on the canvas.] "So, stop by the Combat Corner today... call our offices... visit our website... and let them know that you want to be the next AWA Superstar! You want to be the future of the business! You want to wrestle!" [Fade to a graphic that has all the info on the AWA Combat Corner. We freeze there for a moment... ...and then come back up to live action where we find an extremely crowded shot of FIVE men standing in front of a background emblazoned with the AWA logo. We see glimpses of arms, legs and hair, but there doesn't seem to be enough room for everyone. As the wrestlers struggle to get into the camera shot, there's two men that immediately jump out to the viewing audience. Tumaffi and Juan Vasquez. Juan, because he had the foresight to stand front and center in the middle of the shot. Tumaffi...because you'd have to be blind not to notice a 450 lbs Samoan giant. Rough N Ready are somewhere in there, but Tumaffi does not care for cinematography (CINEMATOGRAPHY IS FOR THE WEAK!) and blocks out both men. Meanwhile, Jason Dane is on the scene to shove a microphone into our heroes' faces.] JD: Gentlemen, in possibly the greatest clash of titans this federation has ever seen, tonight you take on the team of AWA National Champion Stevie Scott, the monstrous Gary Bright, and the Bishop Boys. Your thoughts on tonight's match? JV: This ain't exactly how I envisioned the way I was gonna' gear up for my title shot, but I ain't gonna' complain. [Juan turns his head to his allies and grins.] JV: Sometimes, men from all walks o' life have to band together against a force of evil...to right the wrongs in this world and strike a blow for justice! [Juan lifts his hand for a high five. Tumaffi just sorta stands there and glares at it like a bite-sized snack. Juan awkwardly lowers his hand.] JV: Yeah... [He quickly shakes it off and goes on.] JV: For the longest time, Jason Dane, we've had to watch Stevie Scott and his band o' merry men run roughshod over AWA. We watched them bully, gang up, beat down and injure far too many men unable to defend themselves 'gainst insurmountable odds. And we had to watch careers ended, careers shortened and careers ruined by these buncha' thugs. It's frustrating. It's annoying. And now? It's _unacceptable._ [Tumaffi now wishes to speak, and so he segues into the conversation with the usual grace Tumaffi shows when interjecting himself into a situation.] Tumaffi: HEAR ME! Once, I too was as these men: having no regard for the lives of others. But now even Tumaffi acknowledges my folly! Power is not justification! If it were, would not Ben Waterson be ours to utterly destroy by right of power? Would be not be right to cripple him, to mangle his flesh, and to leave him in such a state that even the buzzards would disdain to pick the rancid flesh from his tiny corpse? We have the power to do so, therefore by the logic of these men we are justified to do so! No, that is not the way. Justification comes from justice. Tumaffi, too, has felt the hand of justice upon me. Many are the sins which Tumaffi will answer for, but the inquistor who would seek such answers will be far greater than you, Ben Waterson. You seek power through the sweat and blood of others; to Tumaffi this makes you as nothing. Even Shane Destiny, who needed the help of a weapon to gain even a paper victory via technicality, earned at least the respect due to a man who takes action through his own hands. You are contemptible, beneath the regard of anyone of merit. Juan Vasquez will surely defeat Stevie Scott; Tumaffi has battled him and confirms that he is strong. Your plotting to steal victory from the worthy is a great offense to Tumaffi; THAT is the justification by which Tumaffi will crush your forces tonight! That is all! [Tumaffi then stands aside, to reveal one half of Rough N Ready, Eric Matthew Somers. Considering how big Somers is, you know there was no way he and Tumaffi would fit into the same shot. We can just make out Dave Cooper standing behind him, Sarah Sharpe by his side. Somers has a crazed look on his face.] EMS: Justification... all the justification I need is that I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it any longer! First we have the Bishop Boys jumping my partner two on one... then we have Stevie Scott not just trying to beat Adam Rogers, but put him out of the sport for good! And then when it comes time for him to pay the piper, he's hiding behind Gary Bright! Well, take a look at this... four men who have seen enough go down and are gonna use a little strength in numbers to do what we do best... and that's beat no-good punks to a pulp! [It's at this point that Dave Cooper moves forward, placing a hand on his partner's shoulder.] DC: Settle down, big man... save your energies for tonight's match. [Somers pauses before stepping back behind Tumaffi... who has had to step slightly off camera. Cooper then steps forward next to Jason Dane.] DC: Stevie Scott... you got to spend many weeks dictating policy to the AWA and having things your way. Funny, though, how the instant somebody else [motioning to Vasquez] decides he's gonna dictate policy, you are the first one to cry about it! Well, let me say it will be a pleasure to see this man right beside me relieve you of that National Title belt... it will also be a pleasure to see the big man from Samoa neutralize your hired help... and Bishop Boys, you know you two have a lot to answer for from Eric and myself. [A nod.] DC: Rest assured, at SuperClash, we'll each take care of business in our own way... but tonight, it's a chance to show a unified front against those who have done a lot of wrong the last few weeks and let it be known that they aren't gonna dictate policy any longer. [In the background, Juan claps approvingly, before walking back into the shot.] JV: Stevie, click your heels all you want...but you ain't in Kansas, any more, amigo! Ya' got cocky, ya' got careless, and just... like... THAT... you've lost control of your kingdom, amigo. You can call yourself "the master" or whatever the heck you want, but we really know what you and your boys are. A buncha' cowards! [Inside the venue, we can hear the crowd shout in agreement. Hearing the cheers, the smile on Juan's face grows slightly larger.] JV: A buncha' cowards...who are gonna' be out-thought, out-fought, and _out-classed_ by these four men right here! [Someone shouts, "That's right!" but whoever it is, he's obscured behind the wall of humanity that is Tumaffi.] JV: At SuperClash, Rough N Ready are gonna' send the Bishop Boys cryin' all the way home back to momma in Arkansas! At SuperClash, Tumaffi's gonna' be pickin' the remains o' Gary Bright from his teeth! At SuperClash... I'm taking away your heart, your courage and your brain from ya', Stevie! I'm locking away your army of flyin' monkeys, putting Toto in a cage and taking that National title! [Everyone that can be seen in the background...nods their head in approval.] JV: But tonight? Tonight, we're gonna' show the world that the emperor's got no clothes. That the most amazing trick Ben Waterson ever pulled was convincing the world that Stevie Scott was a champion. That your little army, ain't nothing more than a pathetic Lollipop Guild. Tonight... [Juan pauses and turns to EMS, hiding somewhere behind Tumaffi and points to him.] JV: Tonight, we stand tall and scream... [Juan takes a deep breath and shouts to the Heavens...] "WE'RE MAD AS HELL AND WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!" [Fired up, Juan lifts his hand once again for a high-five. Tumaffi? Still a no go. Everyone else? Crowded out. But Juan will not be denied, turning to Jason Dane, who hesitantly slaps his hand! Yeah!] JV: Tonight...we're taking back the AWA. [A smirk.] JV: And that's all they is...to it. [And we fade to black... After a moment, we fade back up on a shot of Jason Dane and Mark Stegglet in an apparently moving car.] JD: Hey, AWA fans - so much of our lives are now spent on-the-go, wouldn't you love to be able to keep track of your favorite AWA superstars when you're away from home? MS: I know I would, Jason! And I'd also love to have a place to put out all those rumors we hear during the week that never make AWA Saturday Night Wrestling. JD: You've got that right. Wouldn't it be great if we could combine both of those ideas into one? [Suddenly, a giant graphic of an iPhone appears between them!] JD & MS: NOW WE CAN! [A voiceover takes over - thank God.] VO: Starting today, you can download AWA Access - a great new application for your iPhone where you can get all the AWA news, rumors, and happenings before the rest of the world. And don't forget to check out the "exclusive" section for matches that never aired! AWA Access - coming to an iPhone near you! [Fade back to black... ...and then back up to Gordon and Bucky at ringside.] GM: Fans, welcome back and we've got what should be a.... BW: What should be a SLAUGHTER, Gordo. GM: Well that remains to be seen Bucky... but you may be right. BW: Oh I know I'm right, but let's have Melissa Cannon prove it. [In the ring, two men are standing in the ring. They're both wearing matching red wrestling tights with white boots, and they could be brothers based on how similar in build and look they are.] MC: Ladies and gentleman, in the ring at this time, weighing in at a combined four hundred twenty pounds, Matt York... Tim York.... The York Brothers! [There is a small amount of applause from some of the crowd, but for the most part no one seems all too impressed with the Yorks.] MC: And their opponents... BW: Here we go... #Gonna be a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood# [The crowd boos as the angry lyrics of The Clash stream out of the sound system and the Right Proper Thugs step into the aisle. Leading the way is Lady Victoria Pembroke-Burton, her brunette hair coifed to perfection and dressed in a leather skirt with leather riding boots, a Sex Pistols t-shirt and a red riding jacket over it. A cross between English upper-crust and hardcore punk. Her nose-ring gleams in the light of the arena. Behind her are the Right Proper Thugs dressed in their usual ring attire: Barrett in dark blue wrestling shorts with the English flag in the center of the waist. He wears calf-length dark blue wrestling boots, along with matching kneepads and elbowpads. His partner, Marcus Moore's attire consists of ripped, faded denim shorts that hang down just a bit past his knees. He wears well-worn Doc Marten workboots, and his hands are covered with dirty, faded fingerless gloves.] #Do the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should# [Lady Victoria leads her team down the aisle, sneering at the audience and slapping away any hands reaching out towards her. Moore and Topps look like they're ready and willing to brawl with the fans, but content themselves with spitting into the crowd, hocking huge wads of phlegm.] #I could hear your momma scream Shes gonna waste herself away# [The Right Proper Thugs climb into the ring, holding the ring ropes open for Lady Victoria, allowing her to climb into the ring. She slips between the bottom and middle ropes, wiggling her leather-clad bottom a bit, just to tease the fans, although it seems Moore gets a bit of enjoyment from it by the lewd grin he gets when she does that entrance.] #When your daddy smashed that tv screen I understand what he had to say# [Lady Victoria poses between her two men, holding their arms up as they just glare out at the audience. As their music finally cuts off, Victoria exits the ring, staying in her teams corner as they get ready to face their opponents] GM: Not a friendly reaction for the Right Proper Thugs, and with the way they acted a few weeks back, with that vicious assault on Unfinished Business I'm surprised they're even still allowed to compete here. BW: Aww, what's wrong Gordo? Just because they took out Jackson Ross and put him on the shelf for good you're going to hold that against them? GM: Yes I am. Fans, we should make it clear that the Right Proper Thugs have two points towards earning a shot at the National Tag Team Titles but to get this match tonight, they had to stipulate that this match won't be for a third point. With that in mind- [Before the bell can even ring, Topps and Moore charage across the ring, hammering the Yorks with forearms and kicks. Lady Victoria hasn't even left the ring, just standing in the Thugs' corner, smirking as she watches.] GM: Oh come on! The bell hasn't even rung yet! BW: It'd be a formality anyway, Gordo. [And that may be the case as Moore lifts Tim York straight up in a gorilla press and...] GM: No! Don't do it! [Too late! Moore steps to the ring ropes and hurls Tim York down to the floor at ringside where he lands in a battered heap.] BW: Whoa! Did you see that? Cross one York boy off the roster, Gordo! [In the ring, Matt York isn't doing much better as now he's being assaulted by both of the Thugs. Topps has Matt in a front chancery, just holding him place as Moore kicks him in the ribs over and over again, just beating the smaller man without any sign of mercy whatsoever. The referee moves in, trying to push the Thugs back.] GM: Finally the ref is trying to get some control but it's a little late for that! [Far too late, as Lady Victoria sneaks up behind the ref and clobbers him with her cane, sending the ref down to the mat.] BW: Oooh.. gonna be looking at fine for that one. Not that she can't afford it, but even still... GM: This is ridiculous! These Thugs need to be stopped. BW: Hey, they warned everyone. When they got passed over for a shot at the tag titles, they warned everyone they'd make an impact. They took out Jackson Ross, they probably just took out Tim York and now... [And now Lady Victoria tosses the cane to Marcus Moore while Topps shoots Matt York into the ropes. York rebounds back and Moore drills Matt York in the throat with the cane. York falls to the mat, clutching at his throat, eyes wide as his face turns red, gasping and choking for breath.] GM: That's enough.... go to a commercial. Fans, we'll be back when we can get some control here.... this is absolutely disgusting.... [The camera holds on Gordon and Bucky for a moment before fading to black... ...and then back up. It's a shot of a few kids standing outside of a classroom. A fourth kid walks up to them, carrying his backpack over his shoulder.] 4th Kid: Hey guys... wait til you see what I got from AWAShop.com! [He whips open the backpack and produces... ...a JUAN VASQUEZ BOBBLEHEAD!] "Whoa!" "Wow!" "That rocks!" "I want one... now!" [The 4th kid looks pleased with himself... ...until a fifth kid walks up.] 5th Kid: Juan Vasquez, huh? That's not bad... but check this out! [The 5th kid opens his backpack and reveals... ...a CITY JACK BOBBLEHEAD!] "WHOA!" "WOWER!" "THAT ROCKS MORE!" "I WANT ONE... NOW!" [The fifth kid looks proud as the fourth kid looks sad at his Vasquez bobblehead and we fade to black... ...and then back up to live action in the staging area setup in the back, sometime before the show at the WKIK studios. There, looking at the area before the entrance with almost an awed look is the former multi-time World Champion and Hall of Famer, Mark Langseth. He's dressed in a pair of jeans, button down shirt and a black blazer. His hair's tied to the back with his sunglasses resting atop his head.] ML: You know, I had to come out here and see this in person... [Langseth looks around, picking up a spare ring bell and then putting it back down carefully.] ML: It's been a while since I last stood around here... [Langseth chuckles to himself.] ML: The anticipation, the hope, the nerves all bounded together... Every one of my matches, same thing. I remember my first match in EMWC, my my big debut there? I was near hyperventilating before I stepped through those curtains. [Mark grabs at the entrance structure.] ML: Probably'll feel the same way on Thanksgiving... Cause really? At this point? I might as well be a rookie. Sure, three? Four years away? I mean, it's a deal, no doubt. But a big deal? [Mark shakes his head.] ML: Normally, no... You see some people here in the AWA who've been away that long or longer. But with them? It was self imposed. With me, well... My career was dead. Kind of hard to compete when the doctor doesn't allow you back into the ring. [Langseth nods.] ML: Hard when no wrestling organization would take me on for fear of being the known as the place where a "legend" got crippled... [Langseth pauses, contemplative in his last words.] ML: So for me, this match on Thanksgiving? It's like a sink or swim situation - just like a rookie tryout. If I can't get it done in the ring, then I'll just have to say that the itch has been scratched and I really should just hang it up, no matter how painful that thought is... [Mark grows that cocksure grin on his face that's so familiar to many.] ML: But if I do well? Show that I still got it in the ring? Be - dare I say it? "My old self"? [Langseth nods as he taps the entrance frame.] ML: Then let that moment be the start of a new era in my career... And as a notice to all of the AWA that I'm to be taken seriously. And for the record? [Langseth takes in a deep breath... pauses... exhales and smiles wide.] ML: This "second rookie debut" of mine? I won't have it handed to me. If I want to know, for sure, that I'm able? I want to the best available option, whether in the AWA or out of it. And... I think I have someone in mind... [Langseth chuckles to himself and nods as the shot fades into the ringside area where Gordon and Bucky are standing.] GM: Mark Langseth RETURNS to the wrestling ring on Thanksgiving night in Dallas, Texas, Bucky. And I cannot wait for that one. BW: It's going to be a moment like you rarely see in the wrestling business. That building will be electrified for the moment and when Mark Langseth walks through that curtain, we'll be seeing a Living Legend in this business walk the aisle. It doesn't get any more special than that. GM: Before we went to the break, we had a major problem out here with the Right Proper Thugs. The Championship Committee had them escorted from the building by security during the commercial break and we're being told that there will be more information on that to come later tonight. But for now, let's go up to the ring for our next matchup! [We cut to the ring where Melissa is standing.] MC: Introducing first, already in the ring, from Mobile, Alabama and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety eight pounds, Hank Shoon! [Shoon raises his arm to a mild applause.] MC: And his opponent, from Central City, KY, he is one half of the AWA National Tag Team Champions.... TIN CAN RUST! ["The Fighting Side of Me" by Merle Haggard plays over the PA in the WKIK studios as the plodding figure of Tin Can Rust takes his place on the entrance. The crowd cheers the hard-nosed competitor from Central City, KY, but he only gives glancing looks their way. The crowd, however, erupts as the other half of the AWA National Tag Team Champions makes his way through the entrance.] GM: And this is unexpected! City Jack down here to be in the corner of his tag team partner for this match! BW: Not a good idea, Gordo. Those two know that Adrian Freeman and Calisto Dufresne are in the building. It's foolish to have a man in Jack's condition out here right now. GM: No, it's Jack showing that he's not scared or intimidated by either of the men that they'll face at SuperClash. BW: Little reward for this risk, Gordo. [City Jack, with both titles around each of his shoulders, waves at the fans as he passes by. He's dressed in jeans, a "Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death" t-shirt; his eye is still bandaged and he wears that same clear plastic protective mask that we saw when he last competed in the ring. As Tin Can Rust heads up to ring steps, City Jack stands by, holding the titles for all to see.] DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! GM: Rust conferring with Jack in the corner as Shoon waits for the Kentucky's Pride member to turn. BW: Should have hit him right there, get him when he's not looking. [Tin Can Rust finally turns around and locks eyes with Shoon, giving the rookie a cold stare.] GM: Tin Can Rust eying Hank Sh- BW: Eying, Gordo? That's a look to do some damage, daddy! GM: Well, talking with him before the event today, he seemed put off by the comments made by Adrian Freeman during the last show. [Rust slowly makes his way to the center of the ring as Shoon gets impatient, yelling at Rust to get the match going. Rust, though, just keeps his pace until finally meeting Shoon in the center. Shoon gets on Rust's case some more, jawing at him for not moving faster.] GM: Think this kid would be wise to let it go? BW: Yeah, bell's rung, Gordo - no rule in the book ya got to meet in the center. [Rust curls a lip as Shoon continues his ranting... until... SMACK!] GM: Hank Shoon just sucker punched Tin Can RUst! BW: Doesn't look like he had much behind it, Gordo, but it sends a message from the rookie. [Rust turns around, closing his eyes, as Shoon backs up into the corner. The rookie then charges at Rust, but as Shoon nears full force, the tag team champion turns with his arm in a swinging motion.] GM: Tin Jaw Rocker! Shoon's down! Just like that, Shoon hits the mat thanks to that vicious haymaker from Tin Can Rust! BW: Connected right to the moosh, Gordo. [As the crowd - and Jack - cheer on Rust to make the cover, the man from Central City has other ideas.] GM: And... Rust isn't going for the cover here? BW: This is what separates Adrian Freeman and Calisto Dufresne from a brainless ox like Rust - they don't let their emotions get the better of them. They take the opportunity whenever it presents itself. GM: Or whenever they create it. [Rust slings the limp body of Hank Shoon across his shoulder as the ref admonishes him and his own partner, City Jack, tries to talk him down from continuing on.] BW: Right here, Rust loses the match, the number one seed for the Tag Team Tournament, and the Titles. GM: I doubt either Freeman or Dufresne could get up after getting rocked by that haymaker. BW: Doesn't matter - it'll be two on one, basically, Gordo. Rust may be able to drop Dufresne or Freeman, but the other'll still be lying in wait. [With Jack now on the apron pleading his case earnestly to Rust to not go any further... Rust finally does the right thing and drops Shoon (with a bit of a thud) before going for the cover.] GM: There's the cover - one, two, three! Tin Can Rust wins and does the right thing in the end. BW: Oh, how good for him... Story's still the same - any momentary lapse in judgment at SuperClash by Rust and his team's done. He has to be perfect in the ring cause he's fighting with half a man that night. GM: One or two eyes, City Jack has shown he's still a great competitor, Bucky. You can't discount him so easily. BW: Don't see why. With Dufresne and Freeman's speed? They could easily close in on the blindside that Jack's got now and take him down. There's a reason the AWA won't this match and it's cause City Jack will be defenseless from that right side. One swift punch and it's over for him and Kentucky's Pride. [Just as Bucky's finishing up his rant, both City Jack and Tin Can Rust come up to the broadcast area. Gordon Myers meets the two men, angling the microphone in the victorious Tin Can Rust's direction as Jack makes merry with the fans nearby.] GM: Tin Can Rust, you seemed to want to take that fight further than it needed to be. TCR: Mr. Myers, I guess I should apologize to that man that I flattened just now. I sure did have some evil intentions for him... [Rust looks back at Jack, who walks up to his tag team partner.] TCR: But my conscious here got the better of me. CJ: Hey, happens to the best o' us, right? Sure ain't hard to picture either of them backslidin', good-for-nothin' yellow dogs after that there rook suckered ya with that punch. But, ya know, I did overhear what Mr. Wilde there had to say - [Bucky Wilde sits back, rolling his eyes at what's about to be said.] CJ: And I could honestly not care on lick whether I can't or can or maybe see out of this here covered up side o' mine. I've fought through injuries, broken bones and broken spirits, and it ain't never got me down none. [Rust nods along as Jack continues.] CJ: So all ya'll come on down to the Dallas Memorial Auditorium, right on the day of thanks, to see on war that's done brewed for far too long! Them two yellow dogs think they'll be retirin' me? Think they'll take this ol' sob out of action for good? [Jack shakes his head and gives a short finger wag as the fans cheer.] CJ: I done got too much pride, boys... Rust here? He's got too much pride to let it happen... [Jack motions for the camera to close in, which the operator obliges as it centers on Jack and Rust.] CJ: You boys done stepped into it, grand style, and we're goin' make it OUR business to make sure you ain't EVER seein' any side of any AWA ring as long as this here Kentucky's Pride is alive and well! [City Jack smiles gives a short nod to Gordon Myers as Rust gives a glare in the direction of Bucky Wilde before the two leave the set.] GM: Fans, don't you dare go away, we'll be right back! [Hold on a shot of Gordo for a moment and then fade to black... ...and then back up on a shot of the AWA National Title belt. The super-excited voice of Mark Stegglet is heard over it.] "You've seen it on Saturday Night Wrestling!" [A shot of Marcus Broussard with the belt over his shoulder.] "You've seen it on AWA supercards like Memorial Day Mayhem and The Last Stampede!" [A shot of Ron Houston wearing the belt in a promo picture.] "You've seen the best the AWA has to offer wearing it!" [Now a shot of Kolya Sudakov in a fighting pose with the belt hanging over his shoulder.] "And now, it can be yours!" [A shot of Stevie Scott holding the belt high in the air fades into a shot of a young fan doing the same.] "Available NOW on AWAShop.com, get the official replica of the AWA National Title belt that only the best and brightest of the AWA superstars have held!" [A closeup of the AWA National Title slowly fades to black... ...and then fades back up to live action where Gordon Myers is standing by.] GM: Welcome back, fans... on the last Saturday Night Wrestling, we saw a man who has not been seen in this business for years, James Monosso, rush into the middle of a match, and he attacked anyone and everyone in his path. Wrestlers, referees, even the hired security. BW: And them security boys ain't foolin' this week, Gordo. I hear they're packin' heat. Cuz Mr. Monosso is back in town. GM: Fans, James Monosso's request for a contract was flatly denied by the AWA, and rightfully so after the way he assaulted officials and secuirty. But in the interest of fairness, WKIK has accepted Mr. Monosso's request to allow him airtime this week to state his case for entry into the AWA. BW: See, that's why I think somebody's already taken Monosso up on his offer. That's WAY too cagey for a full-time nutcase. He got the network involved. Former champions draw ratings. GM: Well, the caveat was that he will not attack anyone at all, because with even the slightest provocation on his part, he'll never have a chance to see the inside of a wrestling ring. So without further ado, James Monosso, please come and tell us exactly why you think you deserve a chance to be on the AWA roster. [Slowly stalking towards the broadcast area comes the menacing form of James Monosso. The six-seven, near three hundred pound former asylum inmate maintains a dour look on his face. His stringy hair, wild grey eyes, and big pug nose make this look all the more menacing, as Monosso is not a pretty sight. He's wearing grey sweats, and a light green shirt that reads "PROPERTY OF STATE MENTAL INSTITUTION"; the shirt is a size too small and the sweats are a bit ragged as well. Monosso arrives at the broadcast desk, and immediately takes the microphone from Gordon Myers. And he doesn't do so in a kind and gentle manner.] GM: Watch it... JM: Gordon Myers, I think the one who should 'watch it' is you. Mostly your words. You talk about DESERVING to wrestle? What do I deserve? Who are you to tell me what I deserve? Were you locked in a room for years on end? Were you treated like a sub-human? How do you know what that's like? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DESERVE?! [Monosso points an accusatory finger at Myers, who backpedals slowly. But the former inmate composes himself, and turns towards the camera.] JM: This isn't about what I deserve. It's about what I need. You see, last week I told everyone about my new business venture. I really only know how to do one thing: hurt people real real bad. So I figure I have only a couple years left in my life where I can do that, because I'm getting old. Those scums that locked me in a padded room for the prime of my life, taking everything I had saved up as if it was some honor and privilege to be there and I had to pay rent. Well, now I have nothing, and in a very very short time I have to save up for retirement. And eat. And have a place to sleep that doesn't have a CONDEMNED sign on one of the three remaining walls. You hypocrites sit in your warm fuzzy homes and you say I don't DESERVE to wrestle. Well, I'm not here to beg. That's what you want, isn't it? Let the homeless beggar beg, and we'll throw him some coins. Avoid eye contact, after all, you don't want to be reminded that you're a pack of selfish creeps who would gladly take the only meal I've had all week from my hands if it would buy you another video game. No, that's not what I am going to do. You don't want me in AWA? Too bad. I'm here whether you like it or not. I'm here, and I will do exactly what I said that I will do. Someone will need an obstacle removed, they will pay me, and I will remove that obstacle. It's a time-honored tradition. If I didn't do it, someone else would. What exactly makes you think I need a wrestling license to do that, anyway? [James waits for an answer, before realizing that no one is interested in chancing an answer.] JM: You see, last night, as I ate the can of tuna fish I bought with the change I pulled out of a storm drain, I had a vision. And I thought, this isn't like all the other visions. But then I realized that my hallucinations make more sense than the real world does anyway, so I listened to my vision. And my vision reminded me that there are two ways to destroy a man. The first way is the good way. It's good because you don't usually get arrested for it. It's good because it makes everyone money. It's the way that happens right over there. In that ring. Everyone wins. I get two paychecks instead of one, the AWA gets the gratuitous violence that drives the ratings these days, and these leeches get to feed off of somebody else's suffering the same way they do week in and week out when they pay to see people get brutalized and crippled. The guy I take out? It's no loss; he was finished anyway. Because the second way... the second way is the easy way. The second way is easy because it could happen anywhere. It could happen in a parking lot. It could happen in a hotel, in the middle of the night in the guy's sleep. It could happen at the gym. It could happen anyplace, anytime. And just remember this... [James pulls out from a pocket in his sweats a rolled up sheaf of stapled papers. On the front is the words "AWA CONTACT INFORMATION - OFFICE USE ONLY, DO NOT DISTRIBUTE".] JM: ...I know where each and every one of you LIVE. [The sight of that shocks Gordon back into involvement.] GM: How did you get that?! JM: Well, when the almighty Championship Committee were so kind to let me wait two hours in their sacred waiting room on Tuesday for them to let me know what their decision was, I took the liberty of checking out the things the secretary left out on her desk when she went on break. I do know how to use a copy machine, Gordon Myers. You just press one button. So what I'm saying is so simple, even these baboons in the crowd can understand it. The AWA can let me do things the good way, where everyone profits. Or the easy way, where I still profit and you lose your top stars to unfortunate accidents with weight training equipment and lawn care paraphenalia. I bet if you asked your lawyers which one of those is smarter for your own liability, and ask your accountants which one is smarter for your business, and ask your physicians which one of those is smarter for your wrestlers having injuries that heal enough to where they can someday wrestle again, and ask your reflection in the mirror which one will let you look it in the eyes ever again... you'll make the right call. GM: That's just a threat! You're not stating your case; you're making threats! JM: That's not a threat, Gordon Myers. That's just reality. And you'd have to be INSANE to think otherwise. GM: Your time is up! [Monosso simply slinks off, without a further word. Both Gordon and Bucky seem relieved.] BW: Gordo, I thought you were hamburger. Listen, a long time back I knew Monosso. He's dead right. He don't make threats. What he says, he believes. He believes what he just told the world. GM: That is frightening. We can't let a man like that into the AWA. BW: You don't get it! He's already here! And the only way to do something about that is to let him in the ring and let somebody have at him, daddy. If anyone's bad enough. That list of folks is real short. GM: I don't think it's nearly as short as you, or Monosso, seems to think. Fans, let's go to Jason Dane who is in the SuperClash Control Center! [We fade from the ringside area to the snazzy AWA SuperClash logo that spins wildly before cutting into the makeshift Control Center where a sea of monitors are in the background behind Jason Dane.] JD: Welcome to the Control Center! We are just days away from SuperClash on Thanksgiving night in the Dallas Memorial Auditorium. Let's take a look at the lineup so far... [The shot cuts to a graphic of Stevie Scott and Juan Vasquez.] JD: It'll be for the AWA National Title. "Hotshot" Stevie Scott defends the gold against Juan Vasquez. The challenger got to choose the stipulations for the match and has selected the following: Ben Waterson will gagged, bound, and held in a cage above the ring. Gary Bright and the Bishop Boys will be handcuffed to the ringposts. And the title WILL change hands in the event of a countout or disqualification! [The graphic changes to the two teams in the tag title match.] JD: Kentucky's Pride will defend the National Tag Team Titles against Calisto Dufresne and Adrian Freeman in a match that is UNSANCTIONED by the Championship Committee. Anything goes in this one for the tag titles as well as the #1 seed in the Tag Team Tournament that will go down at the end of December. [Another graphic change - this time to Rough N Ready and the Bishop Boys.] JD: These two teams have been waging war for months and now? Now, there MUST be a winner! The Final Showdown as Rough N Ready takes on the Bishop Boys. The two teams will be battling for the third point and the right to challenge the tag team champions for the gold. Also, whatever team takes the win will also earn the #2 seed for the upcoming tournament! [More graphic changes.] JD: It'll be the Irresistible Force versus the Immovable Object when the "Gold Bomber" Gary Bright goes one on one against the mighty Tumaffi! [Another change.] JD: A legend debuts when Mark Langseth makes his first in-ring AWA appearance. We do not know who his opponent will be but from what Langseth had to say earlier tonight, apparently he has someone in mind. [Another change.] JD: It'll be a first in the AWA - a Triangle Elimination Match! "Superstar" Kevin Slater, Pure X, and Shane Destiny doing battle for the #6, 7, and 8 spots in the Top Ten rankings. You have to beat both of your opponents in one on one showdowns to be named the winner of that one. [Yes, another change.] JD: And speaking of showdowns, it'll be the Steal The Spotlight Showdown when ten men go to war under Elimination Rules! The stakes have never been higher because any competitor that survives this match will earn their choice of non-title matches in the weeks to come. So far, we know that one team will feature "All-American" Aaron Anderson and Bailey Fitzgerald. We also know that the other team will feature MAMMOTH Mizusawa and "Scorchin" Shane Taylor. But that's not all we know now! Two weeks ago, we saw what was scheduled to be a singles match between "Stars And Stripes" Clayton Shaw and Vladimir Velikov erupt into a brawl involving Vernon Riley and newcomer Baron Von Klauss. All four men have now been added to the Steal The Spotlight Showdown. Shaw and Riley will join Fitzgerald and Anderson. Velikov and Von Klauss join Mizusawa and Taylor. And that leaves one spot left on each team which we will announce before the end of the night. [Dane smirks.] JD: One more thing... the Right Proper Thugs have been SUSPENDED for their actions earlier tonight. They will NOT be allowed to appear at SuperClash... the biggest event of the year. However... due to their status of holding two points, the Championship Commitee has declared that they WILL be entered into the Tag Team Tournament at the end of the year! Gordon, Bucky... let's get back out to you! [We fade away from the Control Center back to ringside where the announce team is standing.] GM: Big news all around there from Jason as we now know eight of the ten men who will be involved in the Steal The Spotlight Showdown... and we also just found out the punishment for the Right Proper Thugs for their actions earlier tonight. BW: It's good news, bad news for the Thugs. They're suspended from the biggest show of the year but they just got their ticket punched for the huge million dollar tag team tournament! GM: It's a spot they've earned but I'm glad to see they received some punishment for their actions earlier as well. Well folks, up next, we have a special challenge match for you. When newcomer Corey Lawson heard that Raphael Rhodes refused to give an answer to Ben Waterson's offer, he privately asked the Championship Committee to sign him to a match with the brash Briton. BW: Yeah, the guy has a death wish. GM: Well, I don't think that, but Lawson has shown here on TV that he is a strong supporter of the fans, and when Rhodes refused to answer, he said he wanted to wrestle him to try and get an answer out of him. BW: Look... you and I have talked to Rhodes. He's not telling anyone. Why would he tell this hayseed what his plans are? And that's if he even knows what he's going to do! GM: He promised his answer at SuperClash, but Corey Lawson wants it now. Let's take it up to Melissa for the introductions. [Cut to the ring where Melissa is standing.] MC: Ladies and gentlemen, this bout is set for one fall with a fifteen-minute time limit! ["Chemistry" by UNKLE filters through the public address system, as the fans respond with a mixed reaction.] MC: Introducing first, he hails from Wigan, Greater Manchester, England... he weighs two hundred and nine pounds... RAPHAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL RHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODES! [Raphael Rhodes walks through the entrance with no expression on his face. His body language matches, as he looks extremely unenthusiastic about getting into this match. He is sporting royal blue leg-length tights and mismatched boots, wearing a red boot on his left foot and a white boot on his right foot, and his wrists are taped. He hasn't shaved since his last appearance, as he has scraggly facial hair and his hair is starting to grow long enough to be somewhat shaggy.] GM: I have to admit, Bucky, I'm a little concerned for Mr. Rhodes. He weighed in almost ten pounds heavier than typical, and you can see that he doesn't seem all that excited about being in this match! BW: Not only that, but it seems like he didn't even care to put on the right boots. You know, he was concussed once in his feud with Juan Vasquez, I've gotta wonder if maybe he got concussed again inside that cage. GM: The steel cage is certainly dangerous, but Raphael Rhodes didn't speak with anyone after that match so we're not sure. All we know is that he needed stitches. [Rhodes casually pulls himself into the ring as his music fades away. After a few moments, it is replaced by "Rockin' In The Free World" by Neil Young as the crowd starts to murmur into a louder cheer.] MC: And his opponent, hailing from Greeneville, Tennessee, he weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirteen pounds... COREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY LAWWWWWWWWWWSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! [Corey Lawson emerges from the entrance clapping and cheering as the crowd breaks into a cheer for the fan favorite newcomer. He is wearing red leg-length tights with white tassels down the legs, along with black and blue bandannas tied around his wrists, covering his kneepads, and tied over his white boots. He is also wearing a beat-up denim jacket with his name airbrushed on the back over the image of an American flag. He walks around the ring, slapping the hands of any fan that offers, before pulling himself into the ring.] BW: What a suck-up this guy is. GM: Bucky, come on. It's clear that Corey Lawson is appreciative to be here in the AWA, and he's glad to hear these fans on his side! BW: You can't take the fans' cheers to the bank, Gordon. [Lawson removes his jacket as his music fades away, shouting "how about that answer, brother!" at Rhodes, who remains sullen and glaring at his upbeat opponent.] GM: Corey Lawson seriously wants to know what Raphael Rhodes is going to do, he's just as curious as our AWA fans. BW: Did my watch break or something? Are we at SuperClash? [The bell rings, and Lawson charges across the ring, leaping and grasping Rhodes' head with his legs, sending the Englishman tumbling to the canvas with a flying headscissors!] GM: Right out of the gate, Lawson's going to work! [Rhodes scrambles to his feet, as Lawson comes forward again, this time grabbing Rhodes by the wrist and twisting him into an armbar. Rhodes lets out a small grunt of pain, going to grasp for his wrist, but he soon finds himself on the mat once again as Lawson drags Rhodes down. Lawson releases and Rhodes gets to his feet, but immediately Lawson takes him down again with an armdrag!] GM: Two straight armdrags by Lawson, and Rhodes is very clearly disoriented... where is he going?! BW: He's taking a moment to compose himself, Gordon! This punk has come after him in the first thirty seconds and he never even got out of the starting blocks. [Rhodes has rolled to the outside, clearly displeased by the first portion of the match, but Lawson doesn't give Rhodes time to recover, climbing out onto the apron and driving a double axehandle smash into the shoulder of the Englishman to a resounding cheer from the crowd!] GM: Lawson is going right after him on the floor! BW: Where is the referee? This is ludicrous! GM: Lawson grasping Rhodes by the hair... he's taking him around to the fans? What is he doing? [Lawson drags Rhodes around the ring, shouting "these people want an answer!" and "you owe them an answer!" alternately at Rhodes. He throws Rhodes back into the ring, shouting a cheer of enthusiasm before climbing back into the ring... "WHAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!" ... making his first critical mistake of the night.] BW: You never take your eye off the ball! GM: What a slap! What a slap by Rhodes! BW: The man has the hardest slap I've ever seen, Gordon, I can't believe this hayseed would make that kind of a mistake! [Rhodes' body, now red with frustration, is now shaking with anger. He inserts two fingers into each side of Lawson's mouth, yanking at the corners.] GM: A clearly illegal fishhook! The ref needs to get in there! [And indeed he does, counting as Rhodes screams "who do you think you are?" at the Tennesseean before breaking conveniently at four. Rhodes stalks around the ring, occasionally stopping to stomp various parts of Lawson's body.] BW: Raphael Rhodes is a fairly private man, and he's clearly upset by this bumpkin sticking his nose in his business. GM: It's quite clear that while Raphael Rhodes may get some cheers... ooh, what a stomp! While he may get some cheers now after his efforts against Juan Vasquez, he's clearly not going to change his tactics in that ring. BW: Why should he? He's the #2 contender to the National title! His only singles loss is to the #1 contender! GM: A fair, but unscrupulous, point. [Rhodes grabs Lawson with two fistfuls of hair and yanks Lawson to his feet... "WHAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!" ... connecting across the chest and throat with a savage European uppercut.] GM: Rhodes connects with the European uppercut, here's the cover... ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GM: No, Lawson able to get up. Lawson able to escape. BW: I don't know how, after a European uppercut like that. GM: Well, Lawson is a tough customer, he won't be beaten easily... as we're seeing right here! [Rhodes had another fistful of hair, but Lawson grasps the inner leg and takes Rhodes down with a small package! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... but Rhodes kicks out and immediately rams his knee into the side of Lawson's head.] GM: Small package, and I have to think that Lawson will use those kinds of cradles to his advantage. He's known in the Southeastern regions for using cradles to get wins out of nowhere. BW: ... are you kidding? Rhodes was born to be in this business, you think a cradle is going to beat him? [Rhodes picks up Lawson again, driving a forearm into his head as he backs him into the ropes. Lawson staggers back, as Rhodes snares Lawson's arm against the ropes... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!" ... and drives an overhand chop right into the right pectoral muscle of Lawson, who yells out in pain.] GM: Rhodes connecting with a chop, he's going for another... wait! [As Rhodes has his arm up for a second chop, Lawson darts behind Rhodes, rolling up him with a schoolboy cradle! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR...- NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] GM: See what I mean, Bucky? BW: So he got off a couple of cradles! What does that-... GM: BACKSLIDE! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GM: Rhodes escapes! [Rhodes clearly seems frustrated with this, cinching in a front facelock on Lawson to stop this cradling madness.] BW: So he got off three cradles! Big deal! GM: Bucky, all you need with one cradle is three seconds. BW: And I'm telling you, Raphael Rhodes is ridiculously talented on the mat. GM: And Corey Lawson is a former Tennessee state amateur champion. He knows all about how to wrestle on the mat. [Lawson grabs Rhodes' wrist, transitioning out of the facelock and applying a hammerlock on the mat. Rhodes sits on the canvas, then rolls over onto his shoulders and then onto his knees, getting out of the hammerlock. And then, in a show of technical expertise... ... Rhodes boots Lawson dangerously close to the genitals, the crowd gasping.] GM: Ohhhh, that was very close to a low shot. BW: The ref's not calling for the bell there, is he? GM: Even still, Rhodes has to watch himself on those kicks. He has a history for hitting people low. BW: _If_ he did it, the ref sure didn't see it and isn't calling to disqualify him. [Rhodes backs Lawson into the ropes, sending him off... ... except Lawson drops to a knee, reversing his weight, and gets back up to shove Rhodes towards the ropes... ... Rhodes rebounds off... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"] BW: Goodness! GM: What a dropkick! What a stunning dropkick by Corey Lawson! [Rhodes holds his jaw on the ground, slowly rolling to his knees, looking to try and catch Lawson on the way back up... ... but Lawson is nowhere to be seen.] BW: What a coward, hitting and running! GM: Rhodes doesn't see him! [The camera catches Rhodes, now on his feet, looking around, totally confused. Just then, Lawson emerges from over top, perched on the top rope directly behind him.] GM: Lawson's in position! If he catches him with the cross-body, this match is over! We could have an upset in the making! [Rhodes turns around, with Lawson leaping just as Rhodes' shoulder turns towards him... ] BW: No way! [... Lawson flies through the air, as the few fans that snuck in cameras take a picture of the Tennessee native in flight... ] BW: I can't believe this! ["WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!" ... as he crashes to the mat... ] GM: Oh no! [... except, and most assuredly not a part of his gameplan, Raphael Rhodes is not underneath him, in position to be pinned.] GM: Lawson missed! Rhodes ducked out of the way in the nick of time! [Lawson climbs to his knees, clutching at his ribs... ... only to quickly, violently, and suddenly find himself in an awkward position, his head and shoulders pinned underneath his body, his attacker holding his arms down and scissoring the leg to ensure a proper pin.] GM: Rhodes with a half-nelson stack! He's got Lawson's left leg trapped! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And with that one quick motion, Raphael Rhodes has pinned Corey Lawson. As soon as the referee hits three, Rhodes releases and rolls out of the ring, the bell sounding shortly thereafter. Lawson looks at the referee incredulously, as the referee confirms the three-count.] MC: Here is your winner... RAPHAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL RHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODES! BW: What did I tell you? The kid knows his wrestling. GM: Raphael Rhodes with a classic amateur move, using the half-nelson stack to trap Corey Lawson underneath himself and secure victory. While this match may not have been long, Corey Lawson almost shocked a top star here on a few occasions. BW: Yeah, but he didn't win, and we'll still be waiting until SuperClash for Rhodes' answer. [Rhodes walks towards the entrance, where Ben Waterson stands, clapping. Rhodes stops for a second to stare at the Agent to the Stars, before walking around him and through the entrance, back to the locker room.] GM: What in the world was THAT about, Bucky? BW: You'll find out with the rest of the world in about five days. GM: I see. Fans, we'll be right back! [The camera holds on a grinning Ben Waterson as we fade to black. We fade back up from black on a white screen. Black text appears slowly on the screen.] "Thanksgiving night" [A voiceover begins.] "Once a year, the very best in the AWA gather to give the entire wrestling world something to be thankful for." [The text appears again.] "Dallas Memorial Auditorium" [The voiceover.] "SuperClash is coming." [Information on where and when to buy tickets fills the screen before fading out... ...and then back up to live action where Gordon and Bucky are standing.] GM: Welcome back, fans... and at this time, we hopefully will get an explanation for what happened after Saturday Night Wrestling went off the air from Shane Destiny. [Shane Destiny walks into frame, the crowd booing his very presence. He is dressed in a suit and tie and is wearing sunglasses.] GM: Well, Mr. Destiny, I'm sure you're aware of the question I plan on asking you. SD: You are correct, little man. For the last week, ever since that breaking news came out, people have asked me... why, Shane? Why did you assault Kevin Slater? Why did you take out the man who was trying to help you beat down Pure X? [Destiny smirks.] SD: Maybe these people haven't been paying attention. The very first time I said Kevin Slater's name on AWA television, the word "joke" was included. "Pathetic". "Loser". It should've been clear from the start! But now I can add a new word... "gullible". [Destiny removes his sunglasses to glare at the camera.] SD: You really thought you and I were partners, Slater? You really thought I would lower myself to teaming up with someone like _you_ the chance to hitch your ride towards the biggest name in the AWA today? When Pure X cost me that match against Soup Bone Samson, where were _you_? But you know what really sealed it for me, Gordon? You know what just absolutely clinched it? [Destiny pauses, awaiting an answer.] GM: I'm not sure, Mr. Destiny. SD: Of course you're not. What finished Kevin Slater for me was that smile on his face. That _smile_. You wrestled someone beneath you to a _draw_. You didn't win. In wrestling, you either win, or you don't. And that, Kevin Slater, confirmed for me what I knew was right all along... you are a loser, comfortable with mediocrity and satisfied with being a bottom-feeder. You're no better than Pure X. And at SuperClash? [Destiny puts his sunglasses back on, a broad smile crossing his face.] SD: At SuperClash, both of you want what I have. You both want to climb that ladder and prove that you're worthy of getting up those rankings. But let me explain something to you two... if you want my spot on the rankings, you have to beat me. And from what I've seen... neither one of you have the tools, the mental capacity, or the guts to do that. So as far as I'm concerned, this is a momentary setback in my career... I'll finish off a loser, I'll destroy a myth, and I'll be on my way back to the top. And that, Gordon, is all you need to know. [Destiny walks away leaving Gordon and Bucky behind.] GM: Strong words from a strong man. Shane Destiny certainly isn't looking to make any friends here in the AWA, Bucky. BW: Who needs friends when you're one of the best wrestlers in the world. GM: Who indeed. Fans, it's almost time for our Main Event but before we go there... [Gordon holds up a sheet of paper.] GM: The Championship Committee has just handed us the final two members of the Steal The Spotlight Showdown. Joining Anderson, Fitzgerald, Shaw, and Riley... Corey Lawson! [Big cheer!] GM: And joining Mizusawa, Taylor, Velikov, and Von Klauss... Werewolf Gregorson! [The crowd buzzes with confusion.] GM: Obviously, Gregorson being on that team will raise some questions for our fans but we understand that he did not request to be added to that team... just to the match itself. BW: It's definitely interesting though. Gregorson and Velikov have quite the history with one another. I'm sure you remember them on opposite sides of WarGames, Gordo. GM: Of course I do. I'm sure... well, I'm sure Werewolf Gregorson is going to have a lot to say about this, Bucky. Fans, we've got to take another commercial break but we'll be right back! [The camera holds on Gordon and Bucky for a moment before fading to black. After a moment, we fade back up on a very long shot of the exterior of a pretty dingy looking building.] "Have you ever dreamed of fame?" [Cut a little closer.] "Of glory?" [A little closer.] "Of your friends and family seeing you on television?" [And just a little closer, revealing a red, white, and blue sign that reads "AWA Combat Corner."] "Well, now you can make all your dreams come true by signing up today at the AWA Combat Corner - the official training school for the American Wrestling Alliance!" [We cut to the interior of the building where we can see lots of standard gym equipment surrounding a very basic wrestling ring. There are people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and of course, working out in the ring.] "With the very best trainers in the business, the AWA Combat Corner is the most-equipped training facility to get you in shape and get you in the ring in the shortest amount of time!" [Cut into the ring where Todd Michaelson is barking out instructions.] "With former World Champion Todd Michaelson leading the classes, you can guarantee that you will be prepared for in-ring action upon graduation and with the AWA expanding by the day, you will have a place to work on Day One!" [Two young students are grappling on the canvas.] "So, stop by the Combat Corner today... call our offices... visit our website... and let them know that you want to be the next AWA Superstar! You want to be the future of the business! You want to wrestle!" [Fade to a graphic that has all the info on the AWA Combat Corner. We freeze there for a moment... ...and then back up to the ringside announce area where Gordon and Bucky are standing.] GM: Welcome back, fans, and with us at this time is a man who needs no introduction: the Samoan Beast, Tumaffi. [Bucky clears the area, as the gargantuan form of Tumaffi enters from the left. The wild-haired Samoan is wearing a dark green silk robe with orange florals, and carries a briefcase in his large meaty hand.] GM: Tumaffi, what is with the briefcase? Tumaffi: Tumaffi recalls that some time ago, the insignificant flea Waterson ran about with a briefcase. He claimed that, inside of the briefcase, he held the secret to defeating the allegedly invincible Kolya Sudakov. Time and again, he attempted to sell his secrets, until he found a fearful mainlander who was willing to purchase this secret. And the secret turned out to be no secret at all... it was merely a lure to find a man willing to sell out. Waterson wanted a puppet, and so he has now found one. And he is surrounding the puppet with many hired tools. Bodyguards. Meat shields. Men so devoid of ambition that they will gladly make themselves into rank cannon fodder for a paycheck. Yes, Gary Bright. Such is your place. Be it known that any calamity that befalls you is of your own making. You have placed money above all other considerations, and if you are so foolish to believe that the money will continue to roll in as you lay in a hospital bed, bringing no value to the parasite Waterson, then you will have earned the heavy debt you will find yourself in. A warrior should have pride in his name, and never willingly subject himself to the service of another man. Tumaffi despises you, and yet in my munificense I will offer you what Waterson offered the puppet you serve. In this briefcase, Gary Bright, is the secret to defeating Tumaffi. [Tumaffi holds the breifcase out in front of him. It has a large dent in it.] GM: That... that is the briefcase Shane Destiny used at... Tumaffi: It is. Tumaffi was neither pinned, nor did he submit. Nonetheless, the mainlander scum Destiny managed to get that which he desired without truly besting Tumaffi. He believed his semantic sleight-of-hand to be a victory, and in so doing he managed to make another alimony payment. You, Gary Bright, are not being sent to take Tumaffi's money. You are not being sent to engineer a semantic victory by countout or disqualification or decision or forfiet or any other hollow technicality that prevents a true victor from emerging. You are being sent to destroy Tumaffi. It is akin to being sent to catch the wind in your hands, or to push the ocean away from the shore. Do you want the secret to defeating Tumaffi? [Tumaffi opens the briefcase. There is nothing inside.] Tumaffi: It cannot be done! Learn the lessons of those who came before! Your only hope is to capitalize on some technicality and flee for your miserable life, as did Destiny. Your errand is a fool's errand, and you are just the type of fool that the puppet champion can use. That is why Tumaffi will surely break you into many pieces! Then there will be one fewer obstacle between Tumaffi, and the championship that is presently being sullied by the hands of a lesser man! That is all! [With that, Tumaffi tosses the briefcase down, and exits the screen. Bucky returns as the big man exits the area.] GM: Now THAT is a man focused on the matter at hand and quite frankly, Bucky, I don't think I'd like to be in Gary Bright's shoes at SuperClash. BW: The Gold Bomber's got it under control. Fear not. GM: I see. Well, we'll be seeing both of those men later tonight but before we do... let's go backstage where I understand our cameraman is going to get some pre-match words from the Bishop Boys! [Cut to backstage. A pacing Cousin Bo stands with his charges, The Bishop Boys, in front of a door with "Agent To The Stars" on it. Duane Henry smiles wickedly, pounding a fist into his open hand repeatedly. Cletus Lee is Cletus Lee. Same insane stare he always has. Bo stops and addresses his cousins, pointing a finger at them.] CB: This is it, boys. Tonight, we get to pay the champ and the Bomber back for everything Ben Waterson has done for us. Tonight, we soften up Vasquez and Tumaffi just a bit more. [Duane Henry vigorously nods his head and chuckles. Cletus Lee just keeps staring, as usual.] CB: Tonight, we give the wrestling world one more taste of just why we are the most dangerous tag team in wrestling today. And just one more glimpse at the future of the AWA. [Bo gets right up in his cousins' faces and speaks softly and slowly.] CB: The soon-to-be AWA National Tag Team Champions. [Duane Henry gets a gleam in his eye as he stares off into space. Bo snaps his fingers to get his cousin's attention back.] CB: But do NOT, under any circumstances, forget what the big picture is. Tonight is ONE MORE chance to soften up Rough N Ready before we finish them off for good. [Both Bishop Boys nod in agreement. Bo turns to the camera and sneers.] CB: Do you hear it, Sarah Sharpe? [Duane Henry looks around, puzzled.] CB: That's the sands of time quickly running out on you. [Duane Henry gets it and nods. Cletus Lee appears to be growing impatient, tugging at his wild mass of facial hair.] CB: Y'know, I could stand here and blather on about Sarah Sharpe's womanhood, or lack thereof. [Bo looks away for a second. He quickly looks back with a wide grin.] CB: But I'm not gonna. [Bo and Duane Henry chuckle. Cletus Lee runs his hands through his hair and snarls.] CB: I could call into question the pointlessness of Eric Matthew Somers blathering on yet AGAIN about how crazy he is, and how it seems that the only person he's trying to prove that to is himself. [Bo shrugs and smiles.] CB: But I won't. [Cletus Lee vigorously starts shaking his head, for whatever reason.] CB: And, of course, I could question just how much more that worn and withered back of Dave Cooper can take. [Bo raises his finger, as if he's about to share some sage wisdom.] CB: But that would be pointless. Because everyone already knows the answer to that one. Everyone, it seems, but Rough N Ready themselves. [Bo rolls his eyes, seemingly tiring of this whole charade.] CB: So what I want you bothersome pests to do is this. [Bo holds his arms open wide.] CB: Hold yourselves a little early Thanksgiving feast. Round up ALL the family members you can. You call Granny Sharpe, Great Grandpappy Cooper, and yes, even Uncle Bertha Somers, if he's out of Leavenworth by now. [Duane Henry snickers loudly in the background.] CB: You tell all of them what you've been thankful for in life. Say everything you need to say. Tell them you love them. Air any grievances you may have. And then, once everybody's got all those warm and happy thoughts dancing around their heads, you do ONE more thing just for your ol' pal Cousin Bo Allan. [Bo looks at the camera as sincerely as he can.] CB: You explain to them why, after SuperClash, you are never, ever coming home again. [Bo looks to the sky for a second, with a big smile.] CB: It's like a very wise man once said. [Bo looks back at the camera.] CB: Consider. Yourselves. Warned. [Duane Henry laughs a nasty, whiskey soaked laugh and slaps Bo on the back. Bo turns around and knocks on the door before entering, The Bishop Boys following. Cletus Lee slams the door so that all we're left looking at is the sign marked "Agent To The Stars". Fade to commercial. After a moment, we fade back up on a shot of Jason Dane and Mark Stegglet in an apparently moving car.] JD: Hey, AWA fans - so much of our lives are now spent on-the-go, wouldn't you love to be able to keep track of your favorite AWA superstars when you're away from home? MS: I know I would, Jason! And I'd also love to have a place to put out all those rumors we hear during the week that never make AWA Saturday Night Wrestling. JD: You've got that right. Wouldn't it be great if we could combine both of those ideas into one? [Suddenly, a giant graphic of an iPhone appears between them!] JD & MS: NOW WE CAN! [A voiceover takes over - thank God.] VO: Starting today, you can download AWA Access - a great new application for your iPhone where you can get all the AWA news, rumors, and happenings before the rest of the world. And don't forget to check out the "exclusive" section for matches that never aired! AWA Access - coming to an iPhone near you! [Fade back to black... ...and then back up to live action where we see all eight men involved in our Main Event jammed into the ring. Outside the ring, we spot Ben Waterson, Cousin Bo, and Sarah Sharpe circling, shouting instructions.] GM: Fans, we're running low on time. WKIK has said they will stick with us as long as they can because they know how important this Main Event match as well so we're going to get right- "DING! DING! DING!" [The referee dives out of the way as Eric Matthew Somers tears out of the fan favorite's corner, charging right into the pile towards Cletus Lee Bishop. He catches Cletus Lee with a barrage of rights and lefts, battering the big redneck into the corner as all other team members get out of the ring.] GM: Here we go! [Grabbing Cletus Lee's wrist with a powerful right hand, Somers FIRES him out of the corner to the fan favorites' corner where Cletus Lee is immediately overwhelmed with thrown punches from outside the ring. Vasquez slips an arm under Cletus Lee's chin, holding him in place while Dave Cooper batters him from the apron. With a bellow, Somers tears across the ring... ...and runs RIGHT into a raised boot from Cletus Lee who lashes backwards with an elbow that knocks the #1 contender off the ring apron, breaking free of his grip.] BW: He's loose, Gordo! The monster's loose! [Cletus Lee storms out of the corner with a clothesline aimed squarely at the throat of Somers... ...who ducks down, allowing Cletus Lee to slam chestfirst into his own corner where Gary Bright slaps him on the shoulder, tagging himself into the match.] GM: In comes the Gold Bomber... and Cletus Lee doesn't look exactly thrilled about that. BW: It's a good strategy. [The camera cuts to show Waterson applauding.] BW: See... Ben likes it. That means it was the right move. GM: Do you really believe that? BW: The man is a master strategist. [With Bright in the ring, he quickly gets locked in a collar and elbow tieup with the Rough N Ready big man... ...and shows off his power to the world by HURLING Somers down to the mat! The crowd gasps in awe as Bright strikes a big double bicep pose.] GM: Good grief! BW: Did you SEE that, Gordo? The man is a genetic monster! Somers is no lightweight and the Bomber handled him like a small child. GM: Somers looks stunned... like he can't even believe it... [With Somers on the mat, Tumaffi reaches over the ropes, slapping the hand of the big man, bringing himself into the ring. The massive Samoan steps into the ring to the roar of the crowd, promptly slapping himself in the chest, ordering Bright to attack him. The Gold Bomber nods his head confidently, slapping his own bicep... ...and then slowly turning to the side and slapping the outstretched hand of Duane Henry Bishop to the jeers of the crowd. Duane Henry barrels into the ring like someone untied his leash, sprinting without fear towards the big Samoan.] GM: What in the- ohhh! [The crowd gasps again, this time as Tumaffi unloads a massive chop across the chest of the charging Duane Henry, taking him right down off his feet. Tumaffi turns towards Bright, dragging a thumb across his throat before turning back to Duane Henry who has wrapped his arms around the legs of Tumaffi, struggling and straining to upend him... ...and gets a massive overhead chop to the back of the neck for his efforts. Tumaffi yanks Duane Henry off the mat by the hair, throwing him back into a neutral corner.] GM: Duane Henry's trapped in the corner - exactly where you don't want to be against Tumaffi. [The big Samoan moves in slowly, turning to the side and blasting Duane Henry across the chest with another big chop... ...at which point Stevie Scott charges down the apron, stepping up on the middle rope and reaching in to deck Tumaffi with a right hand. The big man staggers back a bit, allowing Duane Henry to hop up to the middle rope, leaping off with a double axehandle...] GM: Big hammer blow off the middl- CAUGHT! [The crowd roars as Tumaffi snatches Duane Henry out of the sky, holding him around the waist in a bearhug... ...and DRIVES him back into the corner!] GM: OHHHHHH! [Grabbing Duane Henry by the wrist, Tumaffi fires him from corner to corner, sending him crashing into the opposite corner. A loud bellow follows as Tumaffi slaps his bulbous stomach before tearing across the ring.] GM: AVALAAAAAAANNNNCH- [But at the last moment, Gary Bright grabs Duane Henry by the wrist, yanking him clear and causing Tumaffi to smash chestfirst into the turnbuckles. Bright continues to drag Duane Henry to the corner where he forces him to tag out.] GM: Oh, NOW the Bomber wants in there! [Gary Bright certainly does, tearing through the ropes and BLASTING Tumaffi with a double axehandle across the wide back, knocking the Samoan down to his knees. Bright strikes a bicep curl, spewing a few well-chosen words at the ringside fans before smashing Tumaffi in the back of the head with a forearm blow that knocks the Samoan down to the mat.] BW: Look at the power, Gordo. The Bomber just laid out a Samoan beast - a man that no one has ever put down with such ease. GM: Easy? You call that easy? BW: Of course! It was two single blows and Tumaff is down on the mat! How can you not be impressed by this physical specimen? How? GM: I didn't say he's not impressive. [Bright kicks Tumaffi in the ribs, rolling him onto his back and stomps him a few times before walking backwards out of the corner, ignoring the referee's cries. The distraction serves its purpose though, allowing Ben Waterson to sneak in a choke under the bottom rope, pulling down on Tumaffi's neck.] GM: Come on, referee! BW: The referee is doing his job. He's admonishing Gary Bright for the stomps in the corner. If he wasn't doing that, you'd be totally outraged about that too. GM: Waterson is blatantly choking Tumaffi out there on the- [Juan Vasquez quickly circles the ring, causing Waterson to flee, holding up his hands in defense as the referee orders Vasquez back to the corner.] GM: This referee is starting to lose control of this one already, Bucky. BW: Seems like he's doing okay to me. [Bright leans down, hauling the monster up by the wild mane, drilling him with a forearm smash to knock him back against the buckles. Bright is all grins as he delivers another smashing forearm across the chest. Outside the ring, the National Champion asks for the tag and his "muscle" quickly obliges.] GM: In comes the Hotshot... [Stevie Scott approaches the corner, burying a boot into the massive gut of Tumaffi, doubling him up. The National Champion snares a side headlock, charging out of the corner with Tumaffi in tow... ...and leaps in the air, looking to drive Tumaffi down to the mat in a bulldog headlock.] GM: The Hotshot charging out of the corner... bulldo- OHHHH! [The crowd explodes in cheers as Tumaffi HURLS Stevie Scott through the air, tossing him down to the mat. The big Samoan wobbles across the ring towards his corner... ...and falls to a knee, slapping the hand of an eager Juan Vasquez who slingshots over the ropes, pumping both fists in the air as Stevie Scott staggers to his feet.] GM: Oh yeah! Listen to these fans! This is what they were hoping to see tonight! This is a sneak preview of the National Title match at SuperClash and they are lovin' it! [But before Vasquez can strike, Stevie Scott circles to the side... ...which allows Gary Bright to DRILL Vasquez from behind with a double axehandle, knocking the Number One Contender down to the canvas.] GM: Ohhh! Cheap shot by the Gold Bomber! BW: Hahah! I love it! GM: Love it all you want for now, Bucky, because this Thursday night in the Dallas Memorial Auditorium - there'll be none of that! Bright will be handcuffed to a ringpost and that oughta keep him from sticking his nose in Vasquez' shot at the gold. BW: We'll see about that. [Cackling like a banshee, Stevie Scott drives stomp after stomp into the downed Vasquez. He pulls his challenger up off the mat by the hair, uncorking a haymaker that knocks Vasquez back against the ropes. A hard backhand chop follows, keeping Vasquez in place. The Hotshot reaches to his corner, slapping the hand of Cletus Lee Bishop who gratefully steps into the ring, aiding the National Champion in a double whip.] GM: Double whip by Stevie and Cletus Lee... [Cletus Lee catches Vasquez from the side on the rebound, hoisting him up and dropping him down across a bent knee, holding him place as Stevie Scott leaps into the air, smashing his leg down across the throat of the trapped Vasquez!] GM: Ohhh! BW: Nice doubleteam move by the champ and Cletus Lee. And you can bet this was discussed before the match. If they got a chance to get Vasquez in there, go for the neck. GM: The neck? You don't think- BW: Absolutely. If Stevie Scott gets the chance, he will not hesitate to spike Vasquez on his skull with that piledriver and put him out of the AWA just like he did Adam Rogers. GM: That's disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. [With Vasquez clutching his throat, Cletus Lee Bishop stands over him stoically. He glares at Eric Matthew Somers and Dave Cooper out on the apron who give him a few choice words as he drags Vasquez off the mat.] GM: Cletus Lee pulls Juan off the mat by the hair... [Grabbing both arms under his own arms, Cletus Lee slams his skull into Vasquez' head.] GM: Ohh! What a headbutt! [With the Los Angeles native's arms trapped, Cletus Lee drives home headbutt after headbutt after headbutt to the helpless Vasquez before shoving him back into the corner.] GM: A brutal assault there by Cletus Lee... and Stevie Scott is loving this. [A quick cut to the outside shows Ben Waterson conferring with Cousin Bo who nods before shouting something to Cletus Lee.] GM: Waterson's out there pulling Cousin Bo's strings, Bucky. [Hooking Vasquez in a side waistlock, Cletus Lee Bishop hoists him up into the air... ...and DROPS him down on the back of his head and neck!] GM: Back suplex... down on the neck again... and you could be right, Bucky. That neck does appear to be their target for the moment. [Cletus Lee looks to Cousin Bo for approval as he gets back to his feet, slowly turning towards the corner again. He starts to move towards an agitated Eric Matthew Somers... ...but a shout from Cousin Bo gets him back on track, stomping Vasquez fiercely and knocking him under the ropes to the floor.] GM: Vasquez escapes under the ropes... BW: Not by choice. GM: Certainly not but it could give him a moment to recover. BW: It could but it doesn't look likely. [Duane Henry Bishop drops down off the apron, racing over towards the downed Vasquez. He yanks the top contender off the barely-padded concrete, pulling him into a front facelock... ...when a running clothesline from Dave Cooper breaks his grip on Vasquez!] GM: Ohhh! Cooper knew what was coming! He's felt that gourdbuster on the floor before, Bucky, and he knew what he had to do! BW: He's not the legal man though. GM: Neither was Duane Henry! [With Duane Henry cleared out for the moment, Cooper helps Vasquez up off the floor, shoving him under the ropes... ...and getting a little too close as Cletus Lee leans over the ropes, making a grab at Cooper who retaliates with a stiff right hook to the jaw that staggers the big man!] GM: Ohh! What a shot! Remember, we STILL haven't see Cletus Lee Bishop knocked off his feet in all of his time in the AWA, Bucky. Tonight could be the night. BW: I wouldn't bet the house on it. GM: Cletus Lee is staggered from that right hand... [Vasquez seizes the moment to crawl, crawl, crawl towards his corner... ...but just before he can get there, Cletus Lee Bishop grabs him by the foot, hauling him a few feet away from safety.] GM: Cut off! Cletus Lee with an actually pretty smart tag team wrestling move there, Bucky. BW: You sound surprised. GM: Cletus Lee has never struck me as the sharpest knife in the drawer if you catch my meaning. BW: I do... but you'd better hope he doesn't. [Cletus Lee is still hanging onto Vasquez' foot as the top challenger manages to get one leg underneath him, hopping up and down on the other foot... ...and leaping up, lashing out with a kick to the back of Cletus Lee's skull! Big cheer!] GM: Enzugiri! Enzugiri! That might do it! [The kick frees Vasquez from Cletus Lee's grip, allowing him to lunge towards the corner and slap the hand of Dave Cooper who quickly steps through the ropes and races towards the stunned big Bishop.] GM: Cooper's in... BW: Someone call the old folks home. Cooper's on the loose! [A flurry of rights and lefts from Cooper manage to knock Cletus Lee back against the ropes. The veteran switches levels, throwing the blows to the body of one of his archrivals.] GM: Rights and lefts to the head... to the body... Cooper's hittin' him anywhere he can! [Grabbing Cletus Lee by the wrist, Cooper goes for a whip but quickly finds it reversed. He ducks under a wildly thrown right hand by Cletus Lee, hitting the far ropes... ...and connecting with a running back elbow that sends Cletus Lee stumbling back a couple steps!] BW: Cooper doesn't have the firepower to put the big man down. GM: We'll see about that cause he's going up! [With a pump of his fist to the crowd, Dave Cooper hops up to the middle rope, standing tall as Cletus Lee staggers forward... ...and leaps off his perch, smashing a double axehandle down across the skull!] GM: Ohhh! The hammer blow connects! [Cletus Lee falls backwards from the impact, stumbling backwards towards the ropes... ...where he stays standing. Outside the ring, Eric Matthew Somers shouts to his partner, looking for a tag.] GM: And there's the tag to Somers... and if Dave Cooper didn't have the firepower to knock Cletus Lee off his feet, you can bet that Somers sure as heck does! BW: Well, you may be right about that one. Somers is a big, big man. GM: Look at this! [Somers drops down in a three point stance, looking to barrel over the big redneck... ...and charges forward, DRIVING his shoulder into Cletus Lee who falls backwards but lands safely against the ropes.] GM: He would have gone down! I think he would have gone down right there if it wasn't for the ropes! BW: Prove it, Gordo! GM: Well, I obviously can't prove it but- [Somers backs to the ropes, looking to charge again... ...when suddenly, a very large paw slaps him on the shoulder!] GM: Uh oh! [The crowd ERUPTS as Tumaffi steps through the ropes and seems to tell Eric Matthew Somers that it's his turn to try to topple the big redneck.] GM: Tumaffi wants a shot at it! Tumaffi wants his shot to floor Cletus Lee! [Cletus Lee Bishop staggers out of the corner, staring dead in the eye of the massive Samoan who rears back with one arm... ...and BLASTS the big man over the head with an overhead chop!] GM: Good grief! [Cletus Lee falls backwards a step or two... ...then steps forward, shaking his head and waving at Tumaffi for more!] GM: He wants more! He wants another shot from Tumaffi! [The massive Samoan even seems to crack a smile at this, rearing back with both arms this time... ...and SMASHING them down on the neck and shoulders of Cletus Lee in a Mongolian chop!] GM: Ohhh! [The big Arkansas native staggers backwards a few steps, almost dropping down to a knee before powering up... ...and points dead at Tumaffi, slapping himself in the chest.] GM: My stars, Bucky! What in the world has gotten into Cletus Lee Bishop?! [Tumaffi steps forward, grabbing Cletus Lee by the back of the head... ...and SLAMMING his skull into Cletus Lee's!] GM: HEADBUTT! THAT'LL DO IT! [Cletus Lee falls back to the ropes, grabbing the top rope with his arms to stay up... ...and then springs forward, grabbing Tumaffi's arms with both arms!] GM: What the- [With a roar, Cletus Lee slams his skull into Tumaffi's over and over and over and over and over and over and over... ...and then breaks away, falling backwards into the corner where he just barely grabs onto the top turnbuckle, keeping himself on his feet as Tumaffi simply smiles at the redneck.] BW: Well, even I know you don't headbutt a Samoan, Gordo. [Clutching his skull, Cletus Lee slaps the hand of Gary Bright, pointing at Tumaffi. Bright steps into the ring, rushing towards Tumaffi... ...who sidesteps, throwing Bright into the corner where Juan Vasquez tees off with a right hand to the jaw. Tumaffi steps towards the corner, slapping the hand of Vasquez as they execute a double whip on Bright.] GM: The Gold Bomber hits the ropes... [And runs right into a rushing double tackle by Vasquez and Tumaffi!] GM: Down goes Bright... [With Tumaffi stepping out to the apron, Juan Vasquez points at the downed Bright and heads towards the corner.] GM: Vasquez steps out on the apron... and he's going up, Bucky! BW: This could be his biggest mistake ever. GM: Vasquez steps to the middle rope... now he's- [Vasquez has one foot on the top rope when Stevie Scott rushes forward, grabbing Vasquez by the foot. The top contender struggles against his next opponent, trying to break free of his grip... ...when suddenly Dave Cooper grabs Scott by the foot, yanking him down off the apron and pasting him with a right hand as Vasquez steps up to the top rope!] GM: Vasquez is up top but it may have taken- CAUGHT! [The crowd jeers as Gary Bright catches Vasquez up top, throwing blows to the midsection as Vasquez tries to steady himself up top... ...and then throws a right hand of his own to the skull of Bright!] GM: He's fighting back! This is a dangerous spot for Vasquez to be in but he's fighting back! [Vasquez throws a couple more right hands, causing Bright to spin away facing the ring. The Number One Contender steps off the buckles, dropping down into an electric chair position on Bright's shoulders... ...and pushes forward, rolling Bright into a victory roll!] GM: ONE!! TWO!! THREEEEEEE! [Duane Henry Bishop dives onto the cradle... ...but is a moment too late as the referee calls for the bell!] GM: That's it! Vasquez pins Bright! He pinned the Gold Bomber but- BW: But it doesn't matter cause they're all over him! [Dave Cooper and Stevie Scott continue to battle on the floor as Duane Henry Bishop batters Vasquez on the canvas. Eric Matthew Somers and Tumaffi rush into the ring as Cletus Lee does so on the other side of the ring... ...and DRILLS an oncoming Tumaffi with the charging big boot that knocks the big Samoan flat!] GM: OHHH! CLETUS LEE DROPS TUMAFFI! [Eric Matthew Somers seizes the moment, hurling Cletus Lee back into the corner and enveloping him in a barrage of blows to the upper body as Gary Bright slowly gets up, joining Duane Henry in battering Juan Vasquez on the canvas.] GM: We've got a brawl on our hands here! We may need to get security out here! [Duane Henry wraps his hands around the throat of Juan Vasquez, shouting for the Gold Bomber to help Cletus Lee... ...and he promptly does so with a slamming forearm to the back of the neck of Somers. Bright grabs Somers by the head, promptly throwing him OVER the ropes to the floor!] GM: OHHHHH! SOMERS HITS THE FLOOR HARD! [Bright, Cletus Lee, and Duane Henry all move in on Juan Vasquez inside the ring as Dave Cooper spots the trouble his partner is in. Cooper moves to get back in the ring... ...but Ben Waterson yanks him down off the apron, allowing Stevie Scott to DRILL Cooper with a Heatseeker superkick!] GM: DOWN GOES COOPER AS WELL! BW: This is exactly what you're gonna see at SuperClash! Exactly how it's goin' down, daddy! GM: The numbers game is in effect here in Dallas tonight but this Thursday, it's one on one... man to man... [Inside the ring, the Bishops fire Juan Vasquez into the ropes, joining hands as he rebounds towards them... ...and ducks under the running double clothesline, hitting the far ropes and rebounding back.] GM: Juan off the far side and- [The crowd ROARS as Vasquez takes flight with a split-legged dropkick that knocks Duane Henry down and staggers Cletus Lee. The Gold Bomber rushes forward...] GM: Bright on the move and- [Big cheer!] GM: HIPTOSS BY VASQUEZ! [Duane Henry does the same, rushing the Number One Contender... ...and gets flipped right down to the mat next to the Gold Bomber!] GM: Hiptoss on Duane Henry as well! [Vasquez points a finger at the staggered Cletus Lee to the roar of the crowd and quickly approaches, hooking the bigger Bishop under the arm with his own...] GM: HIPTOS- [But Cletus Lee is going absolutely nowhere.] BW: I don't think so, Gordo. [And with a deafening shout, Cletus Lee pivots and OBLITERATES Vasquez with a standing lariat!] GM: OHHHHHHH! [Seizing the moment, Stevie Scott pauses his stomping of Dave Cooper to roll under the ropes into the ring. He quickly moves in, shoving Cletus Lee aside as he grabs Vasquez by the hair, hauling him to his feet... ...and pulling him into a standing headscissors!] GM: No! No! BW: Remember two weeks ago, Gordo... Stevie said Vasquez might not even make it to SuperClash! He told him he might not make it! This is what he meant! GM: We've seen this before. We know what it means if he hits it! [The crowd ERUPTS in cheers as a group of grapplers charge from the locker room area, making a beeline straight towards the ring!] GM: HERE COMES THE CAVALRY! [Aaron Anderson is the first into the ring, diving under the ropes and DRILLING an approaching Cletus Lee Bishop with a right hand. Bailey Fitzgerald and Corey Lawson are right behind him, going straight after Duane Henry and the Gold Bomber. Clayton Shaw and Vernon Riley are bringing up the rear, Shaw uncorking a right hand that knocks Stevie Scott away from Juan Vasquez... ...and right into a huge overhead elbowsmash from Vernon Riley that knocks the National Champion off his feet and sends him rolling from the ring where a stunned Ben Waterson is waiting for him!] GM: Oh yeah! The numbers game isn't so fun when the tables are turned, is it? Stevie Scott thought he had it... he thought he had his chance at the piledriver on Vasquez but look at who saved the day. Those five men will be looking to Steal The Spotlight in five days but tonight, they have all stolen Juan Vasquez' gratitude! [The crowd continues to roar as Vasquez gets to his feet, shaking hands all around as his saviors stand by his side.] GM: But Stevie Scott was obviously ready to use the piledriver tonight. What will happen in five days if he gets the chance to use it again? BW: Juan Vasquez will get stretchered out of the building and into the hospital next to Adam Rogers. GM: Our thanks to WKIK for staying with us! We're out of time! We'll see you at SuperClash! [And with Juan Vasquez glaring from the ring down at Stevie Scott... ...we fade to black.]