The National eWrestling Alliance Proudly Presents:


Title: Changes
Venure: The Olympic Stadium
Location: Montreal, Canada
Air Date: 07.07.13 or sooner

NeWA World Heavyweight & Television Championship
Spectre vs. Sean Jackson vs. Chris Xtreme

-After winning the King of the Deathmatches Chris Xtreme has moved himself into this fued making it a double title match. The first fall will crown the TV champ, the second the world champion, and for the odd man out, nothing but regret.

NeWA World Tag Team Championship
Winners of the Four Way Tag Match

NeWA World Cruiserweight Championship
Limp vs. Lucifer

#1 Contender for World Championship
Magnum Randell vs. Jomary

#1 Contender for World TV Championship
Angel the Malignant vs. Derek Parks

4 Team Tag Match
The Beautiful People & The Corporation vs. The Canadian Connection & EWA

-Winners will face each other later in the card crowning new world tag team champions.

Challenge Match
Tyler Page vs. Christopher Barnes

Opening Match
El Locon vs. C.R.

NeWA Free-Per-View

[We are backstage where The Dirty One is taping up his fist and wrist as he prepares for his match with Angel the Malignant. Mid-wrap, his valet Sarah Richards comes out of the shower and walks over to him wearing only a towel over her wet body. Leaning forward, she gives him a big kiss on the cheek.]

Sarah: Good luck tonight baby! Show Mr. Batee that it truly is all about you.

DCP: It always has been and it always will be Sarah! Tonight I will make an example out of Angel the Malignant by making that boy hurt real bad!

[Jumping up and down and clapping like a baby seal Sarah responds...]

Sarah: Can't wait baby! I can't wait!

DCP: I told them that things were going to change and right here at Changes that is exactly what is going to happen. It's time that these people in the NeWA learn that I'm the best extreme wrestler in the world. Tonight I make an impact! Tonight I show these stupid ass Canadians I mean business!

[Adjusting the top of her compromised towel Richards asks...]

Sarah: Speaking of business...

[With her back to the camera, Sarah opens up her towel revealing herself to The Dirty One.]

Sarah: You win tonight and this is all yours baby!

[With a smile on his face DCP nods and says...]

DCP: Consider it as good as done.

[Taking her by the hand...]

DCP: Now get over here give daddy some of that sugar.

[Looking over to the camera Sarah replies...]

Sarah: What about that?

[Placing his hand on the camera lens, DCP blocks feed and we...]

[f2b]

[Scrambling devices activated.]

Our Beginning

[The first is a screen shot of former NeWA Owner Don Owens. The great man is smiling at the camera and after him we are shown a few others such as Pete Prisco followed by Chris Catalano. As their images are shown, the voice over begins.]

Ever year, the seasons change and the cycle of life begins once again. Like the champions and challengers of our past, events like tonights signify both a beginning and an end for all those who compete.

When this happens, new seasons are formed and we bare witness to - Changes. [The shot fades and reforms to Mr. Batee who is standing in front blue screen that's playing old footage of the NeWA's past.]

Mr. Batee: In every era of the NeWA there are different leaders. With those different leaders comes a different manner of conducting business... As part of the business, different champions are backed, and different levels of respect are achieved.

[Waving his hand at the screen we see a bloody image of Sean Jackson, Chris Xtreme, and finally The Spectre.]

Mr. Batee: [Wagging his finger] To these elite, the Changes this evening will signify different paths to victory and different paths to defeat.

[We follow those words and remember the forgotten - Boog-Man, Jim Dalton, The Crazy Ones, Mike Bell, Cheshire, Darrel Besolve, Ulfric, and Tyrone Walker.]

Mr. Batee: Still, even amid those differences, it is the things that stay the same that will continue to make the people in this business aspire to become NeWA World Heavyweight Champion. See the World Champion is, was, and always will be the biggest name in our industry... The names will come and go and the guard will most certainly alter with the time but remember this as we take this journey together tonight.

[Clips flash on the screen highlighting the feud between Spectre / Sean Jackson and the incredible victory that brought Chris Xtreme into this match.]

Mr. Batee: Through fantastic victories and glorious defeats, your name, no matter how big or small, can become legendary.

[A random montage of clips continues...]

Mr. Batee: At Changes you will see a new a whole new set of #1 contender's crowned, a whole new set of champions, and new generation that will take this company by storm. There are spaces to be filled and opportunities to be taken. The wily superstars and eager young up and comers all want to put their name among those of honored legends.

[An image of the youngest NeWA World Champion Bobby Briggs is shown as he breaks down into tears clutching the world title against his chest.] Mr. Batee: How will the new NeWA be different? What direction will this company go? Who will step forward as its new leader when our show is over?

[A slow motion shot of Darrel Besolve thrusting the world title into the air brings the crowd to its feet.]

Mr. Batee: We answer all these questions and many more tonight - at Changes!

Welcome to the NeWA's Pay-Per-View: Changes

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Popopopopopopopop!

BOOM!!!!!!

Crowd: POP!!!

[Pyrotechnics explode all over the building and we get a wide camera angle of the jam packed stadium.]

Crowd: N Dubya A! N Dubya A! N Dubya A!

Edgebrook: Hello there, fans, I am Brian Edgebrook joined as always by the lovely and talented Victoria.

Victoria: Hey, Edge!

[Getting eye full of Vickie's handy work Edge loosens his tie...]

Edgebrook: My apologies Victoria but you look stunning tonight!

Victoria: That's okay Edge, you are allowed to look because I can't stop you, but know you can never touch me!

Edgebrook: I'm sure my wife would be happy to hear that.

Victoria: And for the record... I'm here to let all the wrestling fans out there know that beauty is all that matters.

Edgebrook: I can't say I would kick you out of bed for eating crackers. [Shuffles papers] Folks, we have an action packed card tonight as we are going to watch the crowning of all of the major NeWA champions! We will also see some amazing undercard action that highlights the talented roster of superstars that comprise the federations of this alliance.

Victoria: Not to mention we get to know if he is really dead!

Edgebrook: Who?

Victoria: You know who... The Little Guy!

Edgebrook: [Wink] Indeed we will! [Shuffles papers] Victoria, the story has been gripping the wrestling world over the last 30 days and what if anything, can be deduce from all these sightings?

Victoria: If we could have just reviewed the video footage before it was removed off Youtube.

Edgebrook: There was a video of Kurt Chavez on Youtube?!!

Victoria: What?!! NO!!! I was talking about Frankie the Flea, you idiot. I am a member of PETA and their rally outside is legitimate. We got all of the local PETA members out there tonight and there are literally tens if not dozens of supporters here representing the dedicated twitter group fans for Frankie the Flea.

Edgebrook: I can't believe that's how we just opened up this show...

Victoria: Told you my blouse idea was better.

[And just as Edge is about to comment, the NeWA-Tron lights up and a limousine is seen approaching the parking lot.]

Edgebrook: What's this?

Victoria: Maybe Frankie is alive!!!

Edgebrook: [Rolls his eyes] I don't have anything on my program for an outside introduction.

An Ocean of Regret

Victoria: Forget Frankie! It's gonna be Mike Cavenaugh! It's gonna be Mike Cavenaugh! I saw the twitter posts, it's gonna be Mike Cavenaugh!

[As Victoria puts on her best lipstick, the tinted windows preclude anyone from knowing who is in the limousine, but two BACW seconds exist in limousine driver caps and open the door...]

Edgebrook: Come on, who is it!

Victoria: DO BETTER WITH THE CAMERA!

[Out steps the biggest man in professional wrestling today. The new wonder of the world...]

Edgebrook: Dear God, Sebastian Ocean is here!

Victoria: How big is he?

Edgebrook: 7'4 500 pounds of the best All-American athlete to enter the sport in a generation.

Victoria: Sounds like you have a crush; you can hope it is proportional, Size Queen.

[Ocean's platinum blond hair hangs to the shoulders of a black, expensive-looking suit. He smirks as he peers into the camera with his piercing green eyes.]

Ocean: I gave a fair warning that I would be somebody's punishment at Changes and now here I am to make good on that promise. The Phantom still hasn't opened his eyes after what I did to him at Last Rites and now he gets some company.

[Ocean is walking while talking...]

Ocean: Will it be at the front of the card, the top of the card, in title matches, or in every match? We shall see...

[Cut feed...]

Victoria: He's really dreamy. I don't even fault you for your man-crush.

Edgebrook: Fans, I know there are a lot of uneasy athletes in the back who are worried about when and where The Giant is going to be let loose on this show since Mr. Batee has apparently rehired one of the loosest cannons we have ever had in this sport if for no other reason than a personal assassin.

Victoria: Someone that good looking can't be all bad, Brian.

Edgebrook: Ocean was the number one contender and due to legal disputes with the company and reckless behavior off camera, he was terminated some three years ago leaving the door open for his then partner Bobby Briggs to win the NeWA World Championship. The only reason he is back is because of the influence of his mentor Darrel Besolve, and Mr. Batee's greed that a man that size will always be a big draw.

Victoria: I really feel bad for whoever Ocean is targeting.

Edgebrook: So do I Vicky... So do I... But in the meantime, the wrestlers for our first match have just entered the arena so let's kick the show over to our ring announcer Richard Johnson!

Opening Match
El Locon vs. CR


[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer R.J: NeWA fans welcome to Canada! And welcome to Changes!!!

Crowd: POP!!!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer R.J: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will have a 15 minute time limit! To my right, this is C.R!

Crowd: BOO!

[As the crowd gets on C.R. El Locon's music cues up, the curtains part, and out walks one of PRA's finest.]

Crowd: El-Lo-con! El-Lo-con! El-Lo-con!

Ring Announcer R.J: And coming down the isle, this is EL LOCON!!!!

Crowd: POP!

Edgebrook: These guys are both serious and this match is going to be great!

Victoria: You would say that, El Whatever's music is literally named Ugly—that's fitting.

Edgebrook: Cold Blooded, Vicki.... Cold Blooded.

[Into the ring El Locon dives forward with a boot to the stomach. C.R. doubles over and gets a big knee to the chin to send him reeling backward. El Locon follows him in with a big, looping clothesline into the corner and then sets him up for an Irish Whip with authority to the opposite end.]

Edgebrook: This one is starting off hot and heavy as El Locon pours on the punishment.

[El Locon runs after C.R. and moments after he hits the turnbuckle from the Irish Whip, collides with a second devastating clothesline, this time to the back of the neck. He wraps his arms around C.R.'s waist and tosses him backward with a thundering belly to back suplex.]

Victoria: The cameraman should do more shots of the C.R.owd, this is boring.

Edgebrook: Come on, Victoria, this is...

Victoria: (Loudly) BORING!

[El Locon follows up on a wounded C.R. with a gut buster followed by three hard punches to the face. He lifts C.R. to his feet and then whips him into the far side ropes...]

Edgebrook: This one may be over already...

[El Locon throws all of his massive frame behind a terrible clothesline from hell, but MISSES as C.R. ducks under. El Locon turns around just in time to see a flying double ax handle from C.R...]

Crowd: OH!!!!

[C.R. immediately follows up with a punch to the stomach and then settles right in for a gory bomb!!!]

Edgebrook: This match is really amazing really quickly. These two guys are starting this show off right with fast paced action right out of the gate.

Victoria: Gory is such a stupid name.

Edgebrook: Why?

Victoria: Think about it Edge... Gory Bomb? Ewww!

[C.R. is back to his feet and capitalizes with a devastating jumping elbow smash to El Locon's chest. He is up in a flash and then leaps into the air to drive a second jumping elbow smash to El Locon, then on his feet again for...A THIRD.]

Edgebrook: C.R. is tearing into him with those elbows.

Victoria: Maybe if he keeps getting up that fast he will lose some weight. Too bad there isn't an exercise to grow teeth.

[C.R. grabs both his opponent's legs and then takes him over for a Boston C.R.ab. With a long stretch, El Locon takes advantage of his placement in the ring grabs the ropes. The referee makes C.R. break the hold, giving Locon more time to recover.]

Victoria: Somebody needs to tell El Stupido to pull his opponent AWAY from the ropes. Where is Magnum Randell when you need him? At least he's hot.

[El Locon is back to his feet now and when the men meet at a neutral base he lands a very well timed elbow to the face...]

Edgebrook: C.R. is cut! We have blood already!

Victoria: They don't pay me enough for the boys to be so icky.

[El Locon stalks into his bleeding opponent with a front chancery, then a vertical suplex. He keeps the headlock on, rolls through, and then delivers a second vertical suplex. ]

BOOM!

Edgebrook: Wow, look at them go!

Victoria: They are like the tires on a 78 El Camino.

[El Locon finishes the trio with a brain buster; leaving C.R. shaking from the impact. He is quickly to his feet and drops a leaping leg drop directly aC.R.oss C.R.s throat. Dragging him onto his feet and into the corner, El Locon sets him onto the tope ropes.]

Edgebrook: This is not looking good for C.R.

Victoria: You meant to say C.R. is not good looking?

Edgebrook: [Blank Stare] ...

[Rising to the top rope, El Colon goes for a superlex, but is blocked! C.R. pushes him off the top rope and he lands hard on the ground with a terrible thud.]

Edgebrook: There is a reversal of fortunes, what action!

[C.R. doesn't think, but is moved by the adrenaline and leaps off the top ropes for a flying elbow smash on Locon. El Locon moves, causing C.R. to come C.R.ashing down to the mat. ]

Edgebrook: We have a race to see who gets up first!

[El Colon is to his feet first and hits the near side ropes...]

Edgebrook: El Loco hits "From Hell"!!!

Crowd: DAMN!!!

Edgebrook: He almost decapitated him Vic!

Victoria: This match is too nasty for me.

[A clothesline from Hell drives C.R. to the mat and the referee goes down for a quick three count...]

Referee: 1... 2...

Crowd: THREE!!!

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer R.J.: Your winner by pin fall - El Locon

Crowd: POP!

[Rolling from the ring, Locon continues to celebrate as the camera cut into the back...]

WOOOSH!


Retired Has-Beens

[Somewhere in the bowels of the arena is The Spectre. A faint, glint bit of light pierces the darkness and runs across his eyes.]

Spectre: There is no room for third, and in my case, no room for even SECOND. I HAVE the NeWA Television Title, so there is only one way for me to go, and that is UP, to the NeWA World Heavyweight Title. I have done it all in my career, except for one thing, and that is becoming NeWA Heavyweight Champion. Now that facing Spike Staggs has been deprived of me, and he has taken his ball and gone into the land of the Retired Has-Beens, I must now achieve my ultimate goal by facing two others who want to lay claim to something that is MY destiny.

So much for trying to paying respect to Spike Staggs, who basically called me a "fucktard" because I, like the ENTIRE WORLD, thought his little retirement schpeel was a complete work. Well, when you don't fucking speak up, and keep your TRUE intentions private except to five fucking people, what do YOU expect... FUCKTARD!

Oh well, life goes on, I suppose! And indeed it does! And with Fucktard-Staggs out of the way, I will CLAIM what was rightfully mine back at Grinder... and that is.... the NeWA Heavyweight Title!!! F2B

WOOOSH!

Announcer's Table

Edgebrook: If I may, I'm going to say something that some people may or may not agree with.

Victoria: Go for it Edge!

Edgebrook: Let's be honest here! Spike Staggs was treated like royalty when he arrived in the NeWA and up until HE decided to throw in the towel in an attempt to hotshot his own SCW friend and rostermate Nick Jones, he was a big Mr. Batee fan as was a guy like Spectre. But the minute the NeWA is put in front of Staggs and he needs to sacrifice for the greater good of something HE screwed up, he vilifies Batee, takes his ball, and doesn't even have the decency to thank the man who made him in the first place.

Victoria: It's a crappy business Edge and I agree, Staggs did the wrong thing as did most of the wrestlers who after 14 years refused to give the NeWA as a whole the benefit of the doubt.

Edgebrook: Well as you can see, we are alive, well, and getting stronger by the day!

Victoria: Spectre's not my type but I would rather sleep with 100 of him than one of cry baby Staggs.

Edgebrook: With that said, the next match on the docket is Tyler Page vs. Christopher Barnes.

Challenge Match
Tyler Page vs. Christopher Barnes


[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Victoria: Finally! Both these young guys are hot stuff, this ought to be a match of the night candidate.

Edgebrook: I think you may be the only one believing that, Victoriaerie, because both of them were pretty quiet leading up to this match and it looks like many fans are looking lethargic.

Victoria: Who cares about the wrestling? Cute is cute.

Ring Announcer R.J: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall and will have a 30 minute time limit! Introducing and entering the ring, Ladies and gentlemen Christopher Barnes!

Crowd: BOO!

Ring Announcer R.J: And his opponent is to my left – This is Tyler Page!

[With the two men now staring across from each other in the ring Johnson is handed an index card through the ropes...]

Edgebrook: Wonder what this is about?

Victoria: Maybe Batee changed the match to a Thongs and Gongs brawl!!!

Edgebrook: A what?!

Victoria: You see it's a...

Edgebrook: Forget! I don't want to know... In fact, let's go the ring and see what this delay is all about.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer R.J: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the events that occurred at BACW's Last Rites PPV, Tyler Page is the BACW Mid Atlantic TV Champion!

Crowd: Pop!

Stuffher: And I have just received word from Mr. Batee that his championship is going to be on the line in this match!

Edgebrook: WOW!

Victoria: HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR! He wasn't ready to defend his title tonight!

[Inside the ring, Tyler Page is livid as he kicks the ropes and approaches Johnson screaming...]

Page: What the hell do you mean, title on the line??? I'm not defending the title without being paid for it!

[And then...]

BOOM!!!

[All the turnbuckles explode with a flash of fire and Sebastian Ocean is storming down the ramp and toward the ring.]

Edgebrook: SEBASTIAN OCEAN IS HERE! SEBASTIAN OCEAN IS HERE!

Victoria: No, no, no—he's going to ruin the only pretty boy match!

[Once Ocean hits the ring, Tyler Page hits the floor. He looks terrified and wide eyed at the giant for a moment before Sebastian lunges at Christopher Barnes with a flying knee that connects right in his forehead. Almost 500 pounds crashing into his skull might have given him a concussion, but it definitely split open Barnes forehead.]

Edgebrook: GOOD GAWD! Ocean just drove right through Barnes!

Victoria: He's hurting him! Help!

[Ocean lifts the bloody Barnes and wraps one big hand around his throat before slapping him in the face mockingly...]

Ocean: Stay awake; I want you to feel this...

[Choke slam!!!]

Edgebrook: Ocean is absolutely burying Barnes. And it looks like he isn't done yet!

[He hoists Barnes to his feet and then immediately into the air in a gorilla press slam position, he walks him around the ring before tossing him at the stunned Page. Tyler ducks out of the way, leaving Chris to land with a sickening plop against the thinly padded concrete.]

Edgebrook: Ocean wastes no time taking a long stride over the top ropes and out after Barnes. Tyler is heading for higher ground and running up the ramp toward the backstage area. He did the same thing at Last Rites.

Victoria: You mean he did the smart thing. What would you do if a grizzly bear was chasing you?

[Ocean is outside and literally chucks Barnes, who was trying to gamely get to his feet, five feet into the air to collide with the ring post. Lifting Chris from his hands and knees, Ocean takes three steps to his right and chucks him against the opposite ring post; his spine curving like a bow around the steel.]

Edgebrook: Barnes is screaming out in pain and Ocean seems like a man possessed.

Ocean: [To the announcers] You're going to need another one of these!

[Ocean stands over his dazed and bloodied target only to lift him almost ten feet into the sky...]

Edgebrook: [Grabbing Victoria and dodging] GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Victoria: Stop trying to cop al... OH MY!!!!

CRAAASH

Crowd: OH!!!!!

[The crowd begins the chant of Sebastian's home...]

Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!

[After landing The End power bomb on Christopher Barnes, Ocean heads toward the ring entrance—in hot pursuit of Tyler Page.]

Victoria: Just give him the belt and run, Tyler! Christopher Barnes is already dead; it's too late for him! RUN!!!!

Edgebrook: We need medical attention out here for Chris Barnes, guys, this is no joke. He's bleeding really badly and I think he's hurt! He isn't moving...

[Ocean is closing in on him as the two disappear from view...]

Victoria: [Softly, not trying to have the mic pick up her voice] Shit, Brian, his eyes are rolling back in his head...

Edgebrook: Cut to a promo, any promo...

[The live feed cuts away from the in ring action to a prerecorded promo featuring Sebastian Ocean. It seems in poor taste to run after what has just occurred, but it is what is running...]

WOOOSH!

]My Mistakes

V/O: Sebastian Ocean was on fire from the moment he entered the NeWA. Within the first four months of his career he had won titles in three different regions and was the primary standout from the original NeWA Wrestling Academy Class...

[We see a fight reel of power moves strung together by the slightly smaller, slightly younger Ocean.]

Ocean: I was so young, everything was so new, and I made so many mistakes.

V/O: Time away from the game has only allowed him to be more prepared this time around.

[A clip show of Ocean working out. Think old mansion-like promos. Bench presses, dead lifts, push-ups, and sit-ups—a lot of moves that fight gravity. The big man is shown sweating, working, and his face is the embodiment of the determination it required to come back.]

V/O: Nobody ever roots for Goliath and time away from the ring seems to have only made Ocean bigger and stronger.

[The picture flips to a single person shot of Ocean sitting on a plain black barstool against a black backdrop. He is wearing a faded "I Am The Future" Darrel Besolve throwback tee shirt and black jeans.]

Ocean: Nobody wants to see me come back, nobody is rooting for me to overcome my own personal adversity, and at the end of the day nobody wants to see me with the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship. They say I am too conceited, they say I am overrated, and they say I don't deserve the chances I get...

[Cut back to the work-out clip show. Sebastian running side sprints and throwing a medicine ball against a wall, only launching himself forward as the ball bounces back at him. The enormity of his frame is imposing as he moves more like a machine than a man. Then we flip back to him sitting.]

Ocean: ...well I don't care about those people and each and every one of them is going to have to eat their words because I will be right back on top in a matter of months. No one is bigger, stronger, or more ready than I am. Everyone can hate the chances I get or hate me for being 7'3 and sexy, but there is no one on planet Earth who can question my abilities...

[The final part of the clip show is the devastating work that Ocean can put in against a heavy punching bag. It rocks so hard it looks like the chains will rip out of their mounts in the ceiling and the heavy stuffing inside the bag is splaying to try to escape the impact of his blows. He seems to nearly destroy the training equipment with his sheer physical presence and power. Then he's back at rest on the stool.]

Ocean: If I am booked on a show, then the people booked against me are going to the hospital. If I am not booked on the show, then people who I get told to take out are being put into the hospital. The point is that no matter what happens, wrestling fans are going to see some brutality when they see Sebastian Ocean. I'm what this company used to be about and I refuse to sit back and let anyone else have the spotlight that based on merit belongs to me.

[Ocean stands from his stool, allowing the camera to take a low-centered, up-angle view of The Giant that makes him look inhumanely massive.]

Ocean: If you don't like that, you don't like me, or you have a problem with the things I do—all you have to do is stop me. See, I go out and kick whoever's ass I want and I don't let anything stop me. All anybody ever has to do is ask for a match and we can do business. The fact of the matter is I know I won't get any takers. People talk about being bad asses, but nobody wants to test themselves against me. Fair enough. Until I get the title and people have to come to me for their beatings, then I will just keep coming after whoever I have to. Sebastian Ocean is going to be the name on the lips of every wrestling fan, the name striking fear in the hearts of every man on the card, and the name every promoter in the NeWA will want to book at the top of their cards. I'm back, NeWA, and that means the rest of you are playing for second place...

V/O: Sebastian Ocean was the fastest rising star in the NeWA when age restrictions took him away from the sport, now he is back, legal, and determined to make a name for himself on the backs of unsuspecting victims. NeWA Beware...

[Cut back to a disturbed looking broadcast team. Victoria's eyes are very red as though she has been crying.]

Edgebrook: Fans, we are sorry for what happened just before the break. Christopher Barnes has been taken from the arena by EMTS and is being treated at the local hospital. We will update you with details of his condition throughout the night, but for right now our thoughts and prayers go out to the Barnes family.

Victoria: We need to move on to the next match, ASAP...

Edgebrook: Let's go to the ring!

NeWA World Tag Team Championship: Four Way Match
The Corporation vs. The Beautiful People vs. EWA vs. The Canadian Connection


[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the NeWA World Tag Team championship!

Crowd: POP!

[Lights go out then "Always" by Saliva starts.]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Now making their way to the ring, hailing from Puerto Rico, weighing in a combined weight of 500lbs, representing Los Locos, Hard Rock Dave Steel and Koko Becerril - The EWA!!!

Crowd: E-W-A! E-W-A! E-W-A!

Edgebrook: Big reaction in Canada for Koko Becerril and Dave Steel.

Victoria: I likey me some Dave Steel. YUM!

Edgebrook: Can we please be serious for a second?

Victoria: I am serious!

Edgebrook: [Rolls his eyes] Anyway! EWA was the first PRA Tag Team Champions but lost them a month later against The Corporation. A month later they went to a draw. A month later The Corporation retained the belts against the EWA and The Revolution in a triple threat match. My question is what are Koko and Steel thinking now?

Victoria: I think these guys see this match as a great opportunity to prove to the world that their PRA reign wasn't a fluke.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Now making their way to the ring, hailing from Canada, weighing in at a combine weight of 430 lbs, representing The Corporation, La Envidia Mata and DJ!!!

Crowd: MEGA POP!!!!!

[A red goal light circles just above the center of the ring as "Sinner" by Drowning Pool continues to play as La Envidia Mata and DJ come up the stairs and climb into the ring.

Edgebrook: If you're Mata and DJ what kind of strategy would you bring to the ring tonight?

Victoria: The Corporation should look to outwrestle their opponents and use their technical skills to their advantage.

Edgebrook: They have held the titles before and to me this means they have to be the odds on favorites.

[Lights go out after a few seconds then "Getting Away with Murder" by Saliva starts.]

Boom! Boom! BOOM!

[Pyrotechnics light up the ramp as The Canadian Connection walks to the ring. When they reach the ring, they enter through the ropes and pose with both arms out in the air.]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: And finally! Hailing from Canada, and weighing in at a combined weight of 470 lbs, The Canadian Crippler and Rey Rosario - YOUR Canadian Connection!!!

Crowd: BIGGEST POP!!!!

Edgebrook: [Looking upwards] What the hell?

Victoria: Why is there a cage lowering?

[Suddenly the video-tron lights up and there sit Mr. Batee with his feet up on his desk and a drink in his hand.]

Mr. Batee: Ne Dubya AAAAAAAA!!!! That's right! It's me! It's me! It's the B.M.O.C. of the National eWrestling Alliance planet! More powerful that those jack-turds across the pond! Able to leap any challenge presented in a single bound! It's a bird! It's a plane baby! Ha! Ha! HA! It's the most prolific antagonist the world has ever known! Welcome to my home! Welcome to my show! And by the power vested in me by you the great fans! Welcome to Changes!

Crowd: Bats! Bats! Bats!

Mr. Batee: Tonight my words will be short and sweet. Since getting four teams into the ring was a pain in the ass and wasted an incredible amount of time, I have decided to lower this steel cage, ring that bell, and let the first team who can obtain a pin fall have the distinguished honor of being called our NeWA World Tag Team champions!

Crowd: POP!!!!

Mr. Batee: So referee, ring the bell and when it's all said and done, I hope you "Enjoy the Brutality!"

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Edgebrook: Are you kidding me?

Victoria: The cage is locked and apparently Batee is 100% serious!!

[Pete Turner starts climbing up the cage when the bell rings and the more aggressive Mike Turner yells for him to get down.]

Crowd: [Laughter]

Edgebrook: We start with Pete and La Envida Mata.

[Arm drag exchanges by both early on lead into the corner where The Canadian Crippler tags himself in.]

Referee: TAG!

Edgebrook: Entering through the ropes its The Crippler with a big tilt-a-whirl takedown.

BOOM!

[Seeing the potential for a pin, Mike Turner and La Envida Mata are now in and colliding in the center of the cage, Mata backs Mike to the corner and DJ gets the tag.]

Slap!

Mike: What the...

Referee: TAG!

Edgebrook: Here comes The Corporation with a two on one!

Victoria: Now that sounds fun.

[Mike fights off both with a big boot and then dropkick.]

Crowd: Mike sucks! Mike sucks! Mike sucks!

Victoria: Wouldn't that be a shame if he did?

Referee: TAG!

Edgebrook: Neal tags himself in and he's going after DJ!!!

[Seeing the charge, DJ counters with a big clothesline and immediately tags in the bigger Mata.]

Edgebrook: Body slam connects and here's a quick tag back to DJ.

Victoria: The Corporation looks like a well oiled machine.

[DJ with a few punches and this leads to another tag to Mata...]

Referee: TAG!

Crowd: "WE WANT Becerril" chant starts up.

Referee: TAG!!

Edgebrook: Another quick tag to DJ who now starts to work on Rey Rosario in the corner.

Referee: TAG!

Edgebrook: Rey tags in Dave Steel who hits a rolling knee to DJ along with a swinging neck breaker.

Crowd: YEAH!

[Double clothesline spot by DJ and Dave Steel bring the crowd to their feet and here it comes...]

Referee: TAG!!!!

Crowd: KO-KO! KO-KO! KO-KO!

Edgebrook: Tag to Becerril who gets a big reaction.

[Becerril drops an elbow on DJ and hearing the crowd continue to chant his name, shows his appreciation with some push-ups.]

Victoria: [Biting her nail.] Hmm...

Edgebrook: Here comes Mata!

[Hearing the foot steps, Becerril counters the charge with a high back body drop on Mata and another on DJ who tried to sneak up from behind. Pumping his fist into the air, Becerril unloads with a release belly-to-belly on Pete Turner who jumps in behind the referee's back.]

Referee: TAG!

Edgebrook: The Canadian Crippler tags himself.

[Pointing to the cage, The Crippler attempts to drive Mata into the mesh but Mata blocks the move.]

Victoria: What's Pretty Pete doing? Is he going to remove his pants?!!!!

[Yanking on the sides, Pete pulls off his tights to reveal smaller tights that match Mike's.]

Edgebrook: Mata with a spear on Mike!

Crowd: OH!

Edgebrook: Dave Steel with face buster on Pete.

Crowd: DAMN!

Edgebrook: DJ with a sit down slam on Dave Steel!!!

Crowd: WOW!

Edgebrook: Becerril with a T-Bone on DJ.

Crowd: YEAH!

Edgebrook: Pete Turner with a dropkick to Becerril and listen to the crowd go wild!

Crowd: This is awesome clap-clap-clapclapclap! This is awesome clap-clap-clapclapclap! This is awesome clap-clap-clapclapclap!

[Nodding his head, Pete then scales up the top of the cage and climbs over.]

Edgebrook: What the hell is Pete doing?!!!! It's pin to win?!!!

Victoria: Pete's tights are stuck on the top!!!

[Inside the ring, The Canadian Crippler locks on the ankle lock on Mata and not being able to get to the ropes...]

Victoria: Pete's taking off his tights!!!!

Edgebrook: You have to be kidding me... Hey Pete you can't...

Victoria: Don't you dare try to stop him!!!

[The cameras go off, the cell phone click, and the pay-per-view censor bars are enforced. Free falling naked as a jay bird and hitting the floor, Pete raises his hands into the air.]

Pete: I DID IT!!!!!

Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!

Referee: Ring the bell! This one's over!!!

Edgebrook: What?!

Victoria: What happened?

Edgebrook: I have no idea.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: You're winners of the bout, and NEW NeWA World Tag Team Champions! The Canadian Connection!

Crowd: POP!

Edgebrook: Fans it appears La Envida Mata has passed out in the Crippler Lock and wow! What a match!!!

Victoria: Poor Pete...

Edgebrook: What do you mean?

Victoria: Must have been colder than I thought.

Edgebrook: Fans while the champions continue to celebrate inside the cage and Pete goes to find his pants, let's take you into the back where...

IT'S ALL ABOUT ME! [Echo]

[Music riff]

IT'S ALL ABOUT DCP [Echo]

Edgebrook: Or we can stay here...

Who Else could it Be?

[Cue Music – Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth begins playing.]

You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god,
Watch peoples heads a'roll

A'roll...

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony...
Of Destruction

[BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!]

[As the cage quickly rises upwards and the ring clears, out from behind the curtain walks out The Dirty One DCP Derek" cheap-shot" Parks dressed in a black shirt that says " I supported the Montreal Screw job!" , black carpenter pants, taped wrists and hands.]

DCP: I love this thing!

[Draped over his right shoulder is his newly won BACW Empire State Championship Belt.]

Crowd: BOO!

[Heading to the ring to a mixture of cheers and boos, DCP just smiles and nods his head.]

Edgebrook: It's almost as if he is embracing the booing.

Victoria: Looks like he's embracing something else.

[To the left of him holding his hand is "The Dirty Girl" herself, the lovely Sarah Richards who is decked out in her white buttoned up shirt with a black mini dress with pink lining along with white pantyhose.]

Crowd: You're a crackwhore!!!!!!!! You're a crackwhore!!!!!!!! You're a crackwhore!!!!!!!! You're a crackwhore!!!!!!!! You're a crackwhore!!!!!!!!

Sarah: SHUT UP!!!!!!!!

[As they make their way down to the ring Sarah yells out to a man in the crowd.]

Sarah: Keep dreaming buddy. Just like Angel the Malignant tonight you have no chance in hell!

Acting like a robot,
It's metal brain corrodes.
You try to take it's pulse,
Before the head explodes.
Explodes...

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony...
Of Destuction

[Once to the ring Sarah holds the ropes open for the new BACW Empire State Champion.]

Crowd: BOO!

[Ignoring the ringsiders, DCP climbs through the ropes, and gives Sarah a kiss handing her his championship belt. Calling for the microphone it appears he has something to say.]

DCP: So this is Canada?

Crowd: Boo!

DCP: Not impressed! Not impressed at all!

Crowd: BOO!

DCP: In fact, I think Canada sucks!

Crowd: Assssssshole! Assssssshole! Assssssshole!

DCP: Your football league sucks!

Crowd: Assssssshole! Assssssshole! Assssssshole!

DCP: Your NBA team sucks!

Crowd: Assssssshole! Assssssshole! Assssssshole!

DCP: Hell you even suck in your own sport of hockey! [Holding his finger up] If you want to learn how to play hockey then come to my hometown of Chicago and watch the Blackhawks play. Now they know hockey... You Canadians don't!

[Fans become outraged!]

Edgebrook: And now I know why they say there is no one like this guy in the business today.

DCP: In fact just the other night I beat the living hell out of one of your own. I turned your Crippler into a crippled loser just like each and every one of you here tonight!

[The Dirty One laughs as the fans boo him even louder. He then switches attention onto his shirt.]

DCP: Oh and just so you know...My shirt is correct. I did support the Montreal Screw job many years ago. It was the greatest thing in the world. I loved it!

[The fans are about to riot.]

[SMACK!]

Victoria: OUCH! I just got hit in the head with a water bottle!

DCP: Seeing how all Canadians are nothing more than losers you have no idea what it's like to be around a true champion so I'm going to show what true greatness is all about. Tonight I'm going to take Angel the Malignant to school. Tonight, I'm going to show you Canadians why it always has been and it always will be all about me...

[Pause...]

DCP: All about D... C... P!

Crowd: Let's go Angel!!!!!! Let's go Angel!!!!!! Let's go Angel!!!!!! Let's go Angel!!!!!!

DCP: With that being said I hope that Angle of Malignant plans on bringing his good. I hope that he plans on bringing his bad and I hope that he plans on bringing his ugly because he is facing The Dirty One tonight. I'm going to bring it all. Angel the Malignant it's time to get dirty so get your ass out here.

["Ugly" by Mudvane plays and Angel the Malignant walks out to cheers.]

Edgebrook: Wow the production quality of those introductions was quite different. It's as though one of them cared to choreograph the introduction and the other did not.

Victoria: Yeah, but its wrestling, not pageantry—so let's do this!

Edgebrook: You're excited?

Victoria: Sarah Richards is going to be the next GLOW champion — GIRL POWER!

#1 Contender for the NeWA World Television Championship Angel "The Malignant" vs. Derek Parks

[With that the action starts off fast in the ring with Angel charging at DCP, but The Dirty One lands a spinning side kick that looks dangerously low. Referee Mario Layne warns Derek about keeping those shots up, but Derek has the advantage. He twists Angel's arm around with a standing arm bar and tries to rip it out of its socket. Angel, who is significantly smaller than his opponent, wiggles his way to the ropes; but instead of breaking the hold, DCP fires him into the far side ropes.]

Edgebrook: Here comes Angel on the rebound!

[DCP leaps forward with a clothesline, but Angel ducks under and waits. When DCP turns around, he lands a quick standing dropkick.]

Crowd: YEAH!

Edgebrook: What a show of athleticism. Did you see how high he free leapt into the air?

Victoria: Does that make him like a pogo stick?

Edgebrook: Sort of...

[As Derek gets up, Angel hurls him across the ring with a deep arm drag takedown. DCP scrambles quickly, but is met with a running hurricanrana.]

Edgebrook: This has been a high paced match already.

Victoria: Let's go DCP!

[Angel follows up his high risk maneuver with a springboard double knee drop and then, up in a flash, he drops a quick leg drop across DCP's throat. Making sure to point Derek's body away from the ropes, Angel flips him over and applies a surfboard stretch. The referee is checking DCP, who is screaming in agony. Angel pulls back on his arms, wrenching his spine into a deep curve.]

Edgebrook: DCP looks to be in tremendous pain, folks.

[With the referee focused on DCP, Sarah Richards leans in under the ropes, and claws Angel's eyes.]

Angel: AAARRGH!!!

[Angel starts to grab at the scratches that were brought over his unsuspecting eyes and Sarah looks sluttily-innocent at the referee.]

Victoria: There you go, Sarah!

Edgebrook: That is cheating, Vickie.

Victoria: Pretty girls never cheat, they improvise.

[DCP capitalizes on the help from Sarah Richards by getting up first and delivering a one armed bulldog! The crowd boos loudly. As he gets to his feet, Derek screams, "SHUT UP!" and slaps Angel with a snapping scoop power slam. On the outside, Sarah Richards is screaming for Derek to stay on him!]

Victoria: I love her.

Edgebrook: Don't love her too much if you believe any of Eric Dangers reports of tweets.

Victoria: Danger's a low life!

[DCP fires Angel into the ropes and lands a spinning backbreaker. He then stands and delivers a double foot stomp directly to Angel's stomach.]

Edgebrook: That may have broken a rib or taken all the air out of his lungs.

[DCP follows up the momentum with a pile driver. Angel writhes around in pain while DCP again taunts the crowd, "It's ME—D C P!" He locks angel in a waist lock and goes to send him up and over with a belly to back suplex, but Angel flips out and lands on his feet. He kicks Derek in the ribs, but his foot is caught by a smirking Parks. Angel gets the last laugh as he twists upward to nearly decapitate Parks with an Ensuiguri.]

Edgebrook: That will certainly change your point of view. Can you believe that impact?

Victoria: DCP is never accused of being a rocket scientist, but that probably did rattle his brain around a bit.

[Angel runs to the turnbuckle, scaling to the second rope to throw himself off with a senton bomb that nails squarely on target. Angel continues the assault by lifting Derek to his feet and landing a flurry of kicks and punches that send him staggering. While reeling, Derek feels the wrath of a spinning wheel kick to the face that clears his sinuses.]

Edgebrook: He knocked the snot out of him with that kick. Angel has some of the strongest legs in the business. For a man his size to generate that kind of velocity is incredible.

Victoria Snot is gross.

[Angel hits a flipping neck breaker, leaving DCP sitting up, he hits the opposite ropes and lands a baseball slide dropkick into DCP's ribs. He springboards to his feet and then lands a leg drop lariat.]

Edgebrook: Angel the Malignant is on fire. Sarah Richards: [Pounding the apon] Come on BABY!!!!

[Angel continues his in-ring dominance he starts to climb to the top ropes. As he does, Sarah Richards jumps onto the ring apron. While Angel gets a huge pop for landing his top rope splash finisher; Sarah Richards flashes the referee and there is NO CHANCE he notices the need to count the pin fall.]

Crowd: YEAH!!!!!!!!

Edgebrook: Come on, Ref!

Victoria: Come on what? Sarah Richards is protecting her most valuable assets with some of her most expensive assets.

Crowd: [Jeers of turn around referee start to come from the crowd.]

[After seemingly 10 seconds or more, Angel gets to his feet and Sarah Richards covers herself.]

Crowd: You're a CRAAAAAAAAACK WHORE! You're a CRAAAAAAAAACK WHORE! You're a CRAAAAAAAAACK WHORE!

[Angel has the referee's attention, but does not see DCP behind him. DCP quickly scoops him over his shoulders and lands an unexpected GBU Stunner.]

Victoria THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE UGLY CONNECTS!!!!

Edgebrook: This might be it!!

Referee: ONE...

Victoria: Sarah Richards is my hero...

Referee: TWO...

Edgebrook: Not like this!!!

Crowd: THREE!!!

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

[DCP slides out quickly and, though still dazed from the beating he took, gets to his feet and is introduced to about 5 inches of Sarah Richards tongue.]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: You're winner of the contest, and now number one contender for the NeWA World Television championship! Derek"Cheapshot" Parks!

[Cue Music – Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth begins playing.]

You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god,
Watch peoples heads a'roll

A'roll...

Edgebrook: And there's another one in the books! It's time to take a break but when we return it's going to be Randell verses Jomary to see who gets a shot at the NeWA World Heavyweight champion after this pay per view is over – We will see you in a few!

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony...
Of Destruction

WOOOSH!

[Insert commercial for NeWA's - Clash of Champions]

WOOOSH!

NeWA World Cruiserweight Championship
Luciffer vs. Limp


Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the NeWA World Cruiserweight Championship!

[Lights go out in the Arena...]

Crowd: POP!

[...there is a pause of a few seconds.]

[Emptiness]

[And then "Headstrong" by Trapt blares from the dark.]

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!!!

[The crowd is startled as Limp walks slowly to the ring. When he reaches the aron, he grabs the ropes and jumps over them. Now in the ring, he straddles the logo and poses with both arms out above head.]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Fajardo, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 210lbs, representing The Xtreme Fusion - Limp!!!

Crowd: POP!!!

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: And his opponent!

["#1 Crush" by Garbage starts to play.]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: And now making his way to the ring, hailing from Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing in at 213lbs, representing The Ultimate Authority - Luciffer!!!

Crowd: BOO!!!

Edgebrook: Jumping up on the apron and trying to get in through the ropes, Limp kicks Luciffer as he gets into the ring and it appears the former champion is looking to regain his title with blind fury in his eyes.

[Limp lands an inside leg kick, followed by a right kick to the ribs. Luciffer stumbles backward and is met with a quick strike elbow that sends him crashing into the corner. Luciffer waits for the referee's break and sticks his thumb and index finger directly into Limp's eyes.]

Edgebrook: A dirty trick by Luciffer and we can expect many more where that came from.

Victoria: At least he can't see how ugly he is now.

[Luciffer takes Limp's face and grinds it against the turnbuckles, kneading his eyes forward in a side headlock. He drags him across the ropes while the referee tries to break another illegal maneuver. After releasing his opponent, Luciffer is admonished by the referee and Limp falls to all fours, swinging his arms and trying to blink the sight back into his eyes.]

Edgebrook: It's clear that Limp can't see this coming!

[Luciffer drops an elbow smash directly to the back of his unsuspecting opponent's skull. He then jumps to his feet and delivers a second perfectly positioned elbow to the skull, only this time leaping high into the air for the measured crush. Limp's feet kick in agony. Luciffer lays on his opponent's back and takes him in a cross face, but then sticks both his fingers inside of Limp's mouth and begins to stretch him with double fishhooks.]

Edgebrook: Come on now, this is getting ridiculous! The referee needs to get some control over this one. He is tearing his face apart!

Victoria: This is so sick. I'm demanding hazard pay if I throw up.

[After breaking the hold, Luciffer is booed heavily by the crowd for his cheating and low roads. Luciffer ignores them as he lifts his opponent to his feet. Limp seems to gain some strength from the crowd and reverses his fortunes with a deep arm drag that sends Luciffer across the ring. Luciffer charges back into Limp, only to meet another deep arm drag to the other side. The crowd pops with every landing. Another rush in is met with a whirling spin kick that hits Luciffer right in the throat! ]

Edgebrook: GOOD GAWD! That kind of shot will take its toll and make it hard to breathe as this match continues.

[Limp runs at the ropes, leaps at them, and springboards off into a moonsault! He kicks up to his feet and in three leaping steps ascends the top ropes and back flips off into a devastating double knee drop to Luciffer's chest. Luciffer writhes away from the former champion and is screaming and clutching his chest.]

Edgebrook: Limp is clearly using a strategy that revolves around denying his opponent precious oxygen. If he keeps focusing on the neck and chest, as the match continues Luciffer's body will become less and less able to recover without oxygenating the blood.

Victoria: Do you ever think that if you read less and worked out more that you might one day have a date?

[Limp continues his offensive with a leg drop to the throat and then a gut buster as Luciffer tries to stagger to his feet. Luciffer, wisely, rolls to the outside to try to buy himself some time. With no fear in his heart or hesitation in his stride, Limp charges full steam ahead at the ropes, jumps, clears the top rope and comes thundering all the way to the padded concrete on top of Luciffer.]

CROWD CHANT: LIMP LIMP LIMP LIMP!

Edgebrook: That was an amazing move, but it definitely seems to have taken a toll on both men as even Limp is slower to get to his feet.

[While outside of the ring and beyond the referee's watchful eye, from his knees, Luciffer drives his arm between Limp's legs for a painful low blow.]

Victoria: I guess it could have been a body slam attempt...

[Stunned from the low blow, Limp feels the entire weight of the blow when he gets pushed face first into the steel ring post. Luciffer lifts his fallen foe and slides him into the ring.]

Edgebrook: This match has been constant action from the moment it started. We have had back and forths, impressive moves, and still we have no idea who will walk away with the most prized title for cruiserweights around the world.

Victoria: I gotta admit, this is kinda fun. They jump a lot.

[Once back in the ring, Luciffer lands a brutal running punt kick to the head of Limp. He takes a single step to the left, and then delivers a second, sweeping kick to the head. He drops to his knees and, in doing so, drives both knees into Limp's forehead. Lying on top of Limp, Luciffer pulls his head off the mat and begins to rain down short, hard rapid punches to the back of Limp's head.]

Victoria: Luciffer is mean. I guess with his name I should have guessed.

Edgebrook: His strategy is straight forward and brutal. He seems to be rattling the former champion's brains with some of those punches!

[Once he stops hitting Limp, the two get to their feet and Luciffer lands a savage kick to the ribs that doubles Limp over. Luciffer steps over his head and lifts him up into a power bomb position. Running across the ring, he leaps into the air and drives Limp into the canvas with a running Lyger Bomb!!!]

Edgebrook: This one is over! We have a new champion!

Referee: 1...

Crowd: 2....

Referee: KICKOUT!!!

Victoria: How did he do that?

[Luciffer, like the rest of the building, can't believe that Limp kicked. He lifts his opponent to his feet with a renewed ambition to find a way to keep him down. He starts stomping at his feet and grinding his heels into Limp's toes. Limp takes one of those foot stomps and returns fire with a punch in the mouth.]

Foot stomp!

Punch!!

Edgebrook: Here we go!

[FOOT STOMP!!!!]

[PUNCH!!!!!!!]

[FOOT STOOOMP]

[PPPPPUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!]

Victoria: Limp nearly took him out of his shoes with that one!!!

[The damage done to his feet has hobbled Limp, but he gamely moves forward. He Irish whips Luciffer into the ropes and lands a devastating flying forearm. Despite the big rally and the comeback, we again have both men down on the canvas and exhausted.]

Crowd: [RUMBLES]

Edgebrook: These two men are laying it all on the line here tonight and the fans are on their feet. It is just a matter now of seeing who can hit the big move or create a tricky pinning predicament that will take advantage of their mutual exhaustion. These men are running on fumes.

[They both get to their feet at the same time, but Limp starts firing rights and lefts into Luciffer's body. He whips Luciffer into the corner and with a full head of steam attempts a jumping avalanche...BUT MISSES!!!]

Edgebrook: LOOK OUT!!!

[Seizing the opportunity, Luciffer comes off the second rope with The Power of the Punch!!!!]

Referee: One!

Victoria: IT's over!!!

Referee: TWO!!

Edgebrook: He's not going to kick out!

Referee: THREE!!!

Victoria: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! LUCIFFER IS THE NEW NEWA WORLD CRUSIERWEIGHT CHAMPION!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Your winner of the contest and NEW – NeWA World Crusierweight champion – Luciffer!!!

Crowd: BOO!

Edgebrook: Wow, what a match. These two men put on a historic performance and gave these fans more than their money's worth.

Victoria: I wouldn't be surprised to see a rematch for Limp in the near future because this match was so close.

Edgebrook: Paying for that one would not be a problem. [Shuffles papers]

#1 Contenders Match: NeWA World Championship
Magnum Randell vs. Jomary


[Just as Edgebrook is about to send the show into a commercial for our main event, Jomary comes down the ramp and enters the ring. Taking the microphone, she has a few things to say and after calling Magnum to the ring, tosses the pipe bomb to the side.]

Victoria: If she had balls they would be big.

Edgebrook: I personally think this is suicidal for Jomary to be up against Magnum Randell, because he is one of the better wrestlers in the NeWA and he also has a tremendous size advantage.

Victoria: Are you saying girls can't wrestle?

Edgebrook: No, I'm saying that there is a division for cruiserweights and if she wants to be in mixed matches, then at least put her in the correct weight class.

Victoria: Lame!

[Answering the call, "Superstar" by Saliva begins to play as the lights flicker on and off.]

Victoria: Its eye candy time!

[As Magnum Randell makes his way through the curtain and towards the ring to a thunderous ovation from the crowd, he takes a moment to stand at the top of the ramp soaking in the crowd's response.]

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen! Making his way to the ring, he hails from Detroooooooooooit, Miiiiiiiiiiiiichigan! He stands at six foot one inch and weighed in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, he is the "Heartthrob" MAAAAAAAAAAGNUM RAAAAAAAAANDELL!

Crowd: POP!

[After checking Randell for hidden weapons, the man in stripes is ready to get this show on the road.]

Referee: [Points to Jomary] You ready? [Points to Randell] You ready? Then let's get it on!

[The match starts off with Magnum circling Jomary...]

Edgebrook: Look at the smirk on Jomary's face.

Crowd: OH!

Edgebrook: Strike to the head misses and just as expected look at Magnum mock the efforts of his opponent.

[Holding up his hands, Magnum reaches his out for a shake.]

Edgebrook: We are seeing a lot of showmanship from Randell.

Victoria: Don't shake his hand Jo!

[Shrugging his shoulder, Randell locks in a collar and elbow tie up, then throws Jomary hallway across the ring.]

Edgebrook: Randell just tossed her aside like a rag doll.

[Jomary springs to her feet and rushes at Magnum Randell, who uses her momentum to monkey flip her across the ring again. Pointing to his head, Magnum points to his temple in an effort to show how smart he is...]

[A determined Jomary comes at Magnum again and this time he takes the chance to kick her in the stomach, which doubles her over...]

Edgebrook: Randell is looking to put this match to bed quickly before it gets out of hand.

Victoria: He could put me to bed any time he wants!

[Randell takes her upstairs for a power bomb, but Jomary starts landing a flurry of counter punches.]

Victoria: That's it girl!

[Wobbling with Jomary still up in place, Randell is completely shocked by the velocity of the blows as Jo then tosses herself backward and rolls the hurricanrana into a pin...]

Edgebrook: She has the leg hooked...

Referee: 1... 2... THREE!!!

Edgebrook: What the hell kind of count was that?!

Victoria: Like OMG! She got it!!!

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Edgebrook: Wait a second! That was the fastest count I have ever seen! Magnum Randell is already up and in the official's face as Jomary rolls out of the ring with her hands raise in victory.

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Your winner of the match and NEW #1 Contender for the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship! Jomary!!!

Crowd: Mixed reaction...

Victoria: He can complain all that he wants, but just like Andersen Silva, he underestimated my girl.

Edgebrook: Well, you are right about that, Victoria, and although I agree with Randell that the count was quite speedy, there will, none the less, always be Jomary over Randell in the record books. As for Randell's clowning around, wrong place and wrong time for something like that.

Victoria: And when she becomes the next NeWA World champion all you non-believers will be put in your place!

Edgebrook: Only time will tell Victoria! And folks that brings us to our main event of the evening where two NeWA World titles will be on the line as NeWA World TV champion Spectre, Sean Jackson, and Chris Xtreme all try to claim our vacated Heavyweight championship. [Shuffles papers] But before we begin folks, let's take you back and show you how our world title was vacated.

WOOOSH!

Not in My House

[Last month at Lord of the Ring...]

Mr. Batee: I bet some of you are wondering why I am holding the NWA World Championship in my hand right now. [Shakes head] See unfortunately our champion Spike Staggs couldn't be here tonight and I have a decision to either give Nick Jones this belt or declare our most precious championship vacant.

Crowd: BOO!

[Holding up his hand, Batee calms the crowd who no doubt is beginning to feel a bit ripped off by the sudden change in the show.]

Mr. Batee: But before I tell you how this is going to go down, let me say this... Since February of 1999 I have promised you people one thing and one thing only. One - Fantastic victories... And - Glorious defeats!

[Pointing to the camera Mr. Batee gets a very serious look on his face and after rubbing his chin puts a little bass in his voice.]

Mr. Batee: Spike Staggs, trust me when I say no matter how much you beg, or how many people you get on your side, for as long as you live, you will NEVER get another shot at this championship belt again. By not showing up tonight you not only disgraced the guys in the back, the promoters who put their faith in you, but you also broke our sacred lineage! You shit on the very thing that made you who you are or at least part of who you are today. You let me down, these fans down and most important you let yourself down. I was wrong to think of you as something special. I was wrong to place you in front of guys like Spectre, Duke Ata Tupoi and especially Sean Jackson. Fool me once, shame on me boy... Fool me twice... Then I start to get fucking mad!

Edgebrook: Hello folks I am Brian Edgebrook your Host and as you can see Mr. Batee is livid because Spike Staggs for some unknown reason will not be here tonight to defend his world championship against Nick Jones.

Crowd: BATS! BATS! BATS!!

Mr. Batee: Please don't cheer me people for what I am about to do has nothing to do with any individual but more so with our proud traditional.

[Tossing the title over his shoulder...]

Mr. Batee: That is why I am declaring Nick Jones the winner of tonight's match with Spike Staggs via abandonment!

[The arena erupts with a mixed of boos and cheers...]

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Edgebrook: I'm not sure anyone has ever won the world title via default.

Mr. Batee: However!

[The crowd simmers...]

Mr. Batee: As I am sure Mr. Jones knows winning like that is neither a fantastic victory nor a glorious defeat. As the owner of this alliance I must now declare the NWA World Championship vacant and Nick Jones our official number one contender!

Crowd: [Mixed reaction] ...

Mr. Batee: Furthermore, because I understand the fellas in the SCW front office might not like this decision, I will give them the authority to pick their own challenger for Nick Jones and we will crown a new champion in June! In SCW!!!

Crowd: POP!

Mr. Batee: And just so the entire alliance doesn't feel left out, I will allow SCW to pick anyone on the face of this planet to challenge Mr. Jones!

Crowd: POP!

Mr. Batee: Nick Jones if you truly are the man to lead us into the summer of 2013 then take my lead and God damn it, come to this ring in June and show the world you are who we think you are!

[Batee holds up the 15 pounds of gold...]

Crowd: NWA! NWA! NWA!

Mr. Batee: And before I go, ladies and gentlemen - I hope you...

Edgebrook: Here comes the tag line.

Mr. Batee & Crowd: Enjoyed-MY-Brutality!

[Dropping the microphone and exiting the ring, our footage is cut...]

WOOOSH!

Edgebrook: So there you have it. Mr. Batee stripped Staggs of his championship and the recoil of that event led us to a vacated title but tonight Spike Stagg's loss will someone else's gain.

Victoria: I once had a dog... his name was Spike.

Edgebrook: Let's go to the ring for our main event!

NeWA World Heavyweight & Television Championship Spectre vs. Sean Jackson vs. Chris Xtreme

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: NeWA fans, THIS is our main event of the evening and will be for both the NeWA World & Television Championships!

Crowd: POP!

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: The first fall will yield our TV champion and the second fall will yield our World Heavyweight Champion!

Crowd: POP!!

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Introducing first...

["Always" by Saliva fills the arena as the lights go out throughout the arena. Red lights then appear around the stage area and Chris Xtreme makes his way to the ring. When he enters the ring, red pyros go off from the ring posts.

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Fajardo, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 160lbs, representing the Ultimate Authority, Chris Xtreme!!! [Suddenly the cage starts to lower again and the crowd begins to become rabid with excitement.]

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Fans, by order of Mr. Batee, this main event will also be held inside the confines of a STEEL CAGE!!!!

Crowd: Mega POP!!!!!

Edgebrook: Xtreme had a match with Spectre in the finals of the King of the Deathmatches tournament in which Xtreme won so in my opinion he represents the biggest challenge to Spectre. Of course one win doesn't guarantee you anything now does it?

Victoria: Not in this business it doesn't.

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Introducing next...

[The lights begin to fade as the opening notes of "In the Air Tonight" by Phil Collins begins to play. The voice over which had always been I am TTO, and that is all you need to know has all of a sudden been changed...]

v/o: "Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?"

[As soon as the voice over ends, you hear the voice of Phil Collins start up with...]

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

[As those words are being sung, a cool breeze envelopes the arena and the curtain parts as Sean Jackson steps out onto the entrance ramp, mysteriously all by himself. Marshall Owens nowhere to be seen.]

"I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh lord..."

[The change in his demeanor is in stark contrast to what it's been in the past. You can simply feel the pure evil that has enveloped his soul.]

"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

[A slight smile forms on his face as he begins to make his way towards the ringside area. He's on a mission now, a mission to destroy whoever gets into the ring with him. Vanessa wants to taste blood and brain matter, and he's going to make that happen for her. He's been shown the reward for giving her what she wants, and the pain for her disappointment.]

[Sean, is wearing the same black cargo pants and a black flack jacket over a black shirt from King of the Death Match. No longer is he wearing anything remotely close to the TTO stuff from months before. As he gets halfway down the ramp, he stops and faces several fans who are giving him the business.]

"Well, if you told me you were drowning. I would not lend a hand..."

[Sean then snatches a cup of beer from one of the fans and throws it on them, getting all over everyone.]

"I've seen your face before my friend, But I don't know if you know who I am..."

[Without missing a beat, Sean turns and continues to make his way towards the ring. One of the fans wants to jump the barrier, but is stopped by security.]

"Well, I was there and I saw what you did. I saw it with my own two eyes..."

[He then makes his way up the steel ring steps and enters the ring. At first the fans didn't know what to make of Sean Jackson, but since throwing beer on people is frowned upon, the boos begin.]

"So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been. It's all been a pack of lies..."

[Not acknowledging the booing, he simply gets into the cage and prepares for Spectre's entrance.]

Edgebrook: He looks focused doesn't he?

Victoria: He does look focused but Sean's mind set is still in question if you ask me.

Edgebrook: What do you mean?

Victoria: Well... After a strong showing at both King of the Death Match and Lord of the Ring, he's no longer in control of his faculties. In some ways, the hyena attack was a disaster for Sean Jackson but in other ways, it was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Now with Vanessa in charge of his thought process, he could be more dangerous now than ever before.

Edgebrook: Add to that Sean blames Spectre for his losses at King of the Death Matches, and Lord of the Ring. With that said, does Jackson really stand a chance at winning tonight?

Victoria: I'm not sure... This will be Sean Jackson's second attempt at the NeWA World Heavyweight Title. His first attempt ended in failure as he was unable to take the title from Spike Staggs and Sean has a history with Spectre as he was able to defeat Spectre for the BACW Title at Grinder. However, Spectre gets a measure of revenge by eliminating Sean at the Lord of the Ring and Sean has never faced Chris X-Treme before in the ring, so your guess is as good as mine as to what his chances are.

Edgebrook: Speaking of Spectre, he just entered the cage and is refusing to be introduced.

Victoria: He smells awful!

Edgebrook: Indeed he does.

Referee: Close the cage and ring the bell! First fall or person out of the cage wins the TV title! Second fall wins the World title. Those are the rules! Let's get it on!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Edgebrook: The referee has called for the bell and here we GO!

[Seeing the opportunity, Chris immediately tries to escape, but Spectre and Jackson drag him back to the canvas.]

Edgebrook: Jackson puts the boots to Xtreme and he better keep his eye on Spectre!

[Jackson continues and this gives Spectre the opportunity to escape.]

Victoria: Why is Spectre going for the TV title?

Edgebrook: Why not?! You can win both titles tonight!

[See Spectre half way up the cage, Sean runs over to pull him down but a groggy Xtreme clips both men from behind! Chris goes for his finisher, but Jackson takes off and almost leaps out of the cage!]

Edgebrook: Spectre and Chris pull him back into the ring!

[Forming a temporary alliance, Xtreme and Spectre unload on Jackson in the corner with a series of punches. They take turns kicking Jackson, but Sean gets to his feet. The reprieve is brief as Spectre regains control.]

Edgebrook: Chris runs to the other side of the cage and is trying to escape again!

[Barreling over the logo, Spectre pulls him down into the ring and the TV title is still up for grabs.]

BOOM!

Victoria: Slop drop plants Xtreme into the canvas and its Spectre's turn to head up the cage.

Edgebrook: Jackson makes the save!

Sean Jackson: OPEN THE DOOR!!!

[Jackson looks to exit through the door, but realizes he doesn't have enough time and needs to turn around.]

***Just then the screen splits and we see man wearing a Kurt Chavez mask watching the action from an unknown location.***

[Back from the split, Jackson has fought off his opponents and is almost out of the cage but Spectre and Chris are able to pull him back into the ring.]

Edgebrook: Jackson hits a nice dropkick on Spectre which sends him into the cage with a clang!

Victoria: He's not done yet!

[Yanking Spectre up by the hair, Jackson sets up the suspended DDT, but has to stop to pull Chris back down from escaping the cage.]

Edgebrook: There are so many moving parts here I can't keep track of everything that's going on.

Victoria: Just think how the wrestlers feel!

[After punching him in the face, Jackson takes Chris to the apron with Spectre, and is looking for a double DDT but Chris fight his way free, and Spectre throws Jackson into the cage.]

CLANG!

Victoria: Jackson is busted open!

Edgebrook: Spectre attempts to scale the cage once again but a bloody Jackson makes the save!

Victoria: Chris is on his feet turns his attack to Jackson.

[Chris tries to make his great escape, and just as Jackson is about to pull him down, Xtreme kicks him away, and free falling from 15 feet in the air, hits the floor.]

Edgebrook: Chris Xtreme has captured the NeWA World Television championship!

Victoria: All he needs to do is get back into the cage and he could be a double champion!

[Inside the cage, a limping Jackson attempts to whip Spectre into the ropes, but is countered and hit with nasty back breaker. Spectre then proceeds to throw Jackson into the cage head first multiple times busting him open in several more places along his forehead.]

Edgebrook: Jackson is a bloody mess!

Victoria: Spectre is looking at the door and begins to exit.

Edgebrook: NO! Jackson pulls him back at the last second and this one's going to continue.

[With the door now closed, Spectre decides to try and climb the cage instead. This time it is Chris that makes the save by climbing into the cage from the outside.]

BOOM!

Crowd: DAMN!

Edgebrook: Spectre falls back inside the cage and here comes Chris Xtreme who is now in hot pursuit!

[Now back inside the demonic device, Chris throws Spectre headfirst into the cage three times and then kicks him in the gut for good measure!]

Edgebrook: Pump handle slam by Xtreme on a now blood covered Spectre but look out, Jackson is up!

[Charging across the ring, Sean is drilled into logo with a black hold slam from Chris and this brings the crowd to their feet.]

Crowd: Chris! Chris! Chris!

[With Spectre and Jackson on the mat, Chris looks to exit over the top in an attempt to claim his second title but Spectre gets to his feet and pulls him down before victory can be achieved.]

Edgebrook: Chris slams Spectre's blood caked head into the steel at the top of the cage.

Crowd: Jump! Jump! Jump!

Victoria: Nothing ever good came of listening to the crowd.

[Xtreme looks back into the ring, and instead of exiting and becoming our NEW NeWA World Heavyweight Champion!!!! He flies down with an elbow drop that Spectre blocks with his knees.]

Crowd: OH!!!

Edgebrook: That will leave a mark.

[Spectre is on his feet and looking for the big boot but Jackson stops him in his tracks with a clothesline, followed by a scoop slam. Chris now charges, and Jackson hits a snap scoop slam on him as well!]

Edgebrook: Jackson sets up Chris for the suspended DDT, and this time he connects.

Crowd: BOO!

[As Jackson gets back to his feet he is kicked by Spectre.]

Victoria: Spectre tries to exit the ring, but Jackson runs up next to him.

[Feeling the title slipping through his hands once again, Jackson pulls Spectre back onto the top rope.]

Edgebrook: Xtreme kicks the rope, and both men crash crotch first onto the top rope.

Victoria: Chris is holding his injured arm as he looks to exit the cage.

Crowd: Chris! Chris! Chris!

Edgebrook: Chris begins to climb and listen to this capacity crowd!

[Suddenly a man in a Kurt Chavez mask runs down to the ring! He scales the cage and sits on top.]

Edgebrook: Why is he offering his hand to help Chris?

[With no option, Xtreme extends his arm, but the masked Chavez gives him the finger and kicks Chris back into the ring.]

KABOOM!!!!!

Spectre: What the hell? [Looking towards the referee] OPEN THE CAGE!!!!

Edgebrook: Spectre cries for the door to be opened and while he is waiting hits a dazed Chris with his Sweet Dreams finisher, and starts towards the door.

[Jackson flies to his feet and hits his Game called Due to Darkness finisher!]

Edgebrook: Spectre out cold!

Victoria: Jackson is walking out of the cage!

Edgebrook: Can it be?

Referee: RING THE BELL!!!!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Edgebrook: I don't believe it!

Ring Announcer Richard Johnson: Your winner of the contest and New NeWA World Heavyweight Champion! Sean Jackson!!!

Crowd: BOO!!!

[Taking the title and kissing the main face plate, Jackson looks up at the cage as the man with the Kurt Chavez mask is hoisted up into the rafters giving everyone in attendance both middle fingers. On the floor, Jackson continues to ask the question...]

Sean Jackson: Who was that!? WHO THE HELL WAS THAT!!!!!!

End PPV