Mon.
Aug 5th

7:15 PM

  Oregon State U

Corvallis, Ore.

Monday Night Massacre
Roleplay Deadline: Midnight EDT 08/04/2002
Strat Deadline: Midnight EDT 08/02/2002
Deadlines Subject To Change
There Is A 4 Roleplay Max.

[ STATIC…..]

[ Your typical countdown with the 1950’s warning graphics…… ]

FIVE

FOUR

THREE

TWO

ONE
[ The NeWA logo flashes on the screen, and fades into oblivion. The camera pans out to a shot of the sold out OSU Athletic Complex. Fans pile into the arena, awaiting the start of the show. The screen cuts out and shots of the Jousma/Wizard match flash on the screen, the Kool Aid man and the whole nine idiotic yards. XTC battles it out with Blade in one of the top matches in PNW history. Ray Masters makes a triumphant return... ]

[ The camera quickly cuts to an inside shot of the arena. Most of the fans have found their seats and are eagerly awaiting the start of the show….. ]

[ STATIC ]

[ Silence ]

[ The screen goes black, a hard guitar riff breaks the silence as I’m Broken by Pantera begins to play. The NeWA and PNW logos scroll across the screen and collide, causing an explosion on the screen…. ]

[ Pyro begins to go off inside the arena…]

KABOOM!!!!!

KABOOM!!!!!

KABOOM!!!!!
[ The camera pans around the arena, switching from angle to angle. The crowd roars in approval as the music starts to fade. The camera comes around and zooms in on the announce table, where your faithful announce team of J.B. Magnum and Slovak Jones are anxiously awaiting to start the show. ]

Jones: Six days J.B., just six days until Summer Redemption, and it should be exciting, to say the least.

Magnum: Well, hopefully it will be better than that last...

Jones: I know exactly where you are going, and we are no longer allowed to mention that disaster on the air, especiaaly since that someone is now on the board of executives.

Magnum: I'm shaking like a leaf here!!

Jones: Looks like it. Tonight should be packed full of action, our first match is coming up next.

[ Commercial Break ]

Tryout Match

Joeseph Essex

V
S

Steve Studd

Jones: J.B., as in weeks gone by, we start this card out with another tryout match, btween one Joeseph Essex and Steve Studd.

Magnum: Who and who? Chump and chump?

Jones: Well, I'm not sure, both of these guys are top notch competitors and expected to make an immediate impact in the lower title divisions, enough talk...

[ The sound of Cannon fire is followed by Other World by Nobuo Uematsu as Joseph Essex steps out of the entrance way wearing a pair of knee length black shorts over turquoise tights and black boots. His t-shirt is way oversized and is composed of several bright colored, randomly placed patches. In his hand is a sparkler, which he holds watching for a moment, before walking halfway to the ring, where he stops and spins around with it, doing “wand” motion with the sparkler before finally tossing it somewhere into the audience, and running to the ring.]

Jones: And here he is making his... ahem, PNW debut, Joseph Essex.

# She came calling
# One early morning
# She showed her crown of thorns
# She whispered softly
# To tell a story
# About how she had been wronged


[The lyrics to Wash Away Those Years is whispered softly in the background, as a quick silver flash on the rampway gets faster and faster]

# As she lay lifeless
# He stole her innocence
# And this is how she carried on
# Well I guess she closed her eyes
# And just imagined everything's alright
# But she could not hide her tears
# Cause they were sent to wash away those years


[The lyrics overcome loud then drift away into silence. Then a loud bang is heard throughout the arena as more silver flashes become visible and the image of the rampway seems to be flickering to our eyes cause of the silver flashes. The music keys up and the pa system is loaded with volume. Steve Studd comes walking out, as the guitars and the drums of the music keys down and a voice singing the lyrics is the only thing that can be heard. ]

Jones: Steve Studd making his NeWA return..

Magnum: Whoopedo! (Mumbles to himself) I hope he spanks Jones after the match..

Jones: I heard that!

# My anger's violent
# But still I'm silent
# When tragedy strikes at home
# I know this decadence Is shared by millions

[Studd walks down the rampway in a mid speed. His emotions seems to key in with the voice singing the lyrics. Studd reaches the end of the rampway and he starts walking up the ring steps. The music slowly dies down and no voice can be heard. He steps onto the apron and steps into the ring. He lifts his hands in the middle of the ring, as the entire arena is consumed by the silver flickering. And we can hear a voice singing lyrics in the background. ]

Jones: Quite a nice pyrotechics set up

Magnum: He has pyrotechnics in his entrance?

Jones: Yeah, what was you watching?

Magnum: I was thinking about that scene in Original Sin between Angelina Jolie and.... errr.... I just wasint paying attention

Jones: Yeah, sure....

# Remember you're not alone
# For we have crossed many oceans
# And we labor in between
# In life there are many quotients
# And I hope I find the mean

[A loud bang is heard as the music finishes and the silver flickering comes to a stop. He raises his hand one more times and then walks over to his corner.]

Magnum: (Sarcasticly) Oh, what an entrance...

Jones: Studd is working out in the corner as this match is about underway.

[The bell sounds.]

Jones: Here we go, both men ready to show their stuff to the PNW, and they lock up in the center of the ring.

Magnum: Studd got the size advantage, and he whips Essex off the ropes and takes him down with a football tackle as he comes back across the ring!

[Studd hits Essex with a few mounted punches to the face before standing up and going over to his legs and applying a standing grapevine.]

Jones: The big man going to the legs early on, but Essex is able to wriggle his way out of that after only a few moments in the manuever.

[Essex pulls to his feet at the ropes, but Studd comes behind him and chucks him to the mat with a release German suplex.]

*THUD*

Magnum: Little Joey Essex slammed onto the mat, and he rolls over backwards onto his stomach.

[Studd comes back behind Essex, and takes him by the ankle. He lifts Essex's leg into the air and slams it down hard onto the mat a few times before applying an anklelock. Essex quickly looks up and starts pounding the mat, then gives a full rotation of his body and flips over onto his back.]

Jones: Essex wriggles out of the anklelock, kicks Studd away, then rolls backwards and flips up to his feet...

Magnum: Just in time to see that clothesline coming...

Jones: And just in time to duck it!

[Studd's assault is dodged, and he comes off the ropes where Essex is waiting with a sharp dropkick.]

Jones: Essex with a quick lateral press, 1.... kickout from Studd. Essex brings Steve to his feet.

[Essex whips Studd to the ropes and follows him in with a lariat attempt.]

Jones: Studd grabs the ropes and ducks, flipping Joseph feet first onto the apron.

Magnum: A handful of hair grabs Essex... bleh, what’d I say?

[Essex grabs Studd by the hair, pulls his head back, and jumps over the ropes delivering a flipping diamond cutter.]

Jones: OH! Spectacular move by Essex, and he quickly rolls Studd over into a pinning combination, 1.....2... wait, the referee stops the count, Studd's feet are under the ropes.

Magnum: Essex pulls his feet away from the ropes, a second pin attempt off that diamond cutter, 1.....2.... too late, Studd with enough of a breather to get the kickout.

[Essex drags Studd out towards the center of the ring, then heads over to the turnbuckle and scales to the top of it.]

Jones: Studd on the mat, Essex up top... into the air... SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

[Essex lands square on top of Essex and hooks him by the leg, and the referee slides onto the mat.]

Magnum: 1.....2..... kickout from Studd.

[Essex quickly goes to his feet and goes up top once more. Studd is down on the mat, and Essex flies into the air with a moonsault.]

Jones: As soon as Essex dismounts Studd rolls out of the way!

*THUD*

Magnum: Ooooh, Essex hits the mat, and Studd rolls him over onto his back, leg, 1.....2.....3-no, nearfall though.

[Studd brings Essex to his feet, then spins him around.]

Jones: Studd takes Joseph around the waist and leg, lifts him into the air and falls... belly to back suplex!

Magnum: Studd not done, and he pulls Essex to his feet, takes him over to the turnbuckle, and slams his face onto the pad before bringing him onto the top.

[Studd turns Essex to face the ring, then hooks him and tosses him to the mat with a superplex.]

Jones: Essex hits the mat hard, and Studd takes him by the legs and steps through... looks like a sharpshooter.

Magnum: Studd rolls Essex over onto his stomach and leans back, going back to the legs and back a bit, and he cranks back with that hold...

[Essex looks about and sees the ropes, so reaches out and grabs them.]

Jones: Essex breaks the hold, and is pulled back to his feet and whipped off the ropes.

[Studd goes for a lariat, but Essex sees it coming and goes to duck down. Studd counters by bringing an elbow down on the back of Essex's head as he comes beneath him.]

Magnum: OH! Essex drops right down to the mat with that elbow to the back of the head! Studd pulls Essex to his feet, and pulls back on his head... this could by the Trip to the Grave, that reverse DDT...

[Essex counters at the last second by doing a 180 turn so he's face down in the facelock, then takes Studd by both legs and legsweeps him.]

Jones: OH! Beautiful reversal by Essex, and Studd down, Essex still has him by the legs, and he falls back... slingshot!

[Studd hits the corner and staggers back. Essex pulls to his feet, takes Studd by the waist, and lifts him up...]

Magnum: Essex has Studd on his shoulder, stomach down, and... it's the Kindler/Gentler Finisher!

Jones: Looks a lot like the Rockwell Slam to me.

Magnum: Yeah, this guy knows where his bread is buttered. He hooks the leg, 1.....2.....3!

Joseph Essex wins via Pinfall at 8:13 **

Jones: What a match!! What a match, these guys are both here to stay!!

Magnum: Oh, so you do the hiring now!! Ha ha, as if!!

Jones: Well, uhhh, no, not at all, I was just saying...

Magnum: Yea, sure you was....

[ Commercial Break ]

[Cut to backstage...]

[...Where PNW journalist P.J. Wiggles is dashing down a relatively plain brick-walled corridor to intercept two individuals just arriving. The camera bounces and blurs wildly as the operator carrying it runs after him. As the distance closes and the cameraman's sprint slows to a trot, the features of the man and woman at the end of the hall come into focus.]

[There none other than "The Heartbeat of Canada" Ken Jansen and Valentine.]

[Hear that? That's the sound of a hyped-up crowd popping madly for the NWA World Heavyweight Champion.]

[Ken Jansen and Valentine pause in mid-stride as Buddusky rushes up to them, half out of breath. Ken looks at him amusedly through mirrored sunglasses. The champ is wearing black track pants with white stripes up the leg, and a black sleeveless T-shirt with a maple leaf-and-EKG symbol emblazoned across the chest. His beautiful and deadly wife is clad in a purple tank top and blue jeans, wearing her long blonde hair in a tight braid.]

Wiggles: [Bent over, gasping] I... huh... huh... wanted... huh... huh... to... huh...

[Valentine pats the poor guy on the back.]

Valentine: Take it easy, don't overexert yourself.

Jansen: [Helpfully] You want me to get you some water, or something?

[Wiggles shakes his head, no. He heaves breathlessly a few more times, then inhales deeply, stands upright and puts on a grin.]

Wiggles: Okay. Let's start that one over. [Turns to the camera] Roll on three, two--

Camera Operator: We, uh, we're live.

[Wiggles' smile freezes a moment. But he collects himself quickly, and presses forth like a true professional.]

Wiggles: Uh, hi! This is P.J. Wiggles, and I'm backstage with NWA World Heavyweight Champion Ken Jansen, and his wife Valentine. [Turning to face them] I hope you don't mind if I get a few words from you before you defend your-- [He stops, blinking. Then...] You don't have your belt.

Jansen: [Wryly] Astute of you to notice that.

Wiggles: Oh, yes. I remember now. It was stolen from you after you won the Battle of the Finest tournament in June.

[He raises an eyebrow in a wordless question, as if asking: "...that's right, isn't it?"]

Jansen: [Gives a curt nod] It's one of those things I'd rather forget, but yes, that's right. I've been trying my damnedest to track down Lanier Riley and Kurt Swagger, the sons-of-bitches who beat me down and took it, and I'll be honest -- until recently, I haven't had much luck. But...

Wiggles: But?

Jansen: [Grins in satisfaction] But *now*, I know where to find them. None other than the next stop on my tour: the OWC. And you can bet that the next time I'm in Ohio, I'll be looking to nail those punks to the wall. I don't care if they know I'm coming -- it doesn't make one whit of difference. In fact, I *want* them to know I'm coming. That way Riley and Swagger and the other Heroes in the Shadows won't be surprised when I demolish the entire lot of them and take back what's mine: the NWA World Heavyweight Title belt.

Wiggles: That'll be trouble in the making, and I'm sure everyone will be watching events in the OWC as they unfold... But before you move on to Ohio, you still have a big title defense here tonight, against the reigning -- and *undefeated* -- PNW Heavyweight Champion, XTC.

Jansen: That I do, Mr. Wiggles. Let's talk about Dane Black for a minute, shall we? You see, I've been watching this man since he was working opening matches in BJWC. And I'm impressed. How can I not be, when he's easily got the rockiest, swarthiest arms in all of the Pacific Northwest?

Wiggles [Confused] Rockiest, swarthiest... arms? Huh...?

Jansen: Oh, yes. I hear tell about them all the time. You know what my friends always notice when they watch an XTC promo? The arms. Those unbelievably rocky, swarthy arms of his. They're near-legendary, P.J.

Buddusky: I, ah, I'll take your word on that.

Jansen: Good show.

[He glances down at his own bicep, flexes it a little.]

Jansen: Now, I don't know if my arms are quite as rocky as Dane's. They're certainly nowhere near as swarthy as his. [He shrugs fatalistically] I have to give him that much. But as extraordinarily rocky and swarthy as XTC's arms are, I have something that just might be enough to give me the edge tonight.

[Jansen flashes his crooked grin.]

Jansen: I have *skill*.

Valentine: [Hisses in mock sympathy] Ouch, Dane.

Jansen: [Continuing] Skill is what took me from BJWC opening matches to the BJWC Heavyweight Title and every other title in the company. It's what enabled me to hand Vic Vary his only pinfall loss on record in an NWA North American Title match. It's what helped me to vanquish the awesome Paul Blake even when he was giving me his all, including the incredible burst of last-minute effort he threw at me. I beat him not once, but *twice* -- the first time to win the NWA World Title, the second time to retain it. That's skill, my friend. And skill is the reason I'll be taking my title to Ohio next week, and XTC is going to have to settle for being the PNW Heavyweight Champion after tonight.

[He cocks his head to one side, smirking.]

Jansen: But that's not so bad, either. And hey, I'm sure it'll be one hell of a match.

[Ken Jansen and Valentine stride out of shot. Wiggles turns to face the camera again.]

Wiggles: There you have it. The NWA World Heavyweight Champion seems one hundred percent ready and confident going into tonight's main event. Back to you at ringside.

[ Commercial Break ]

Oregon State Title Rematch
If Travis Zahn Interferes He Will Be Suspended For 90 Days

Jason Jousma
Oregon State Champion

V
S

The Wizard

[ "The Wizard" Bryan Smith is walking in the backstage arena towards the entrance as the lights fade out, and spot lights start going around threw out the crowd. ]

# Uh uh uh
# I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty
# That's all....


[Bryan comes out from the back wearing cut of jean shorts with a wifebeater on, he has a chain on with a cross on it, and a North Carolina hat kicked to the right.]

#You better watch who you talking bout
# Runnin your mouth
# Like you know me
# You gonna *BLEEP* around and check
# Why they surely
# They call me "show me"
# Why one-on-one you can't hold me
# If your last name was Haynes

[The Wizard slowly starts making his way, as he looks out in the crowd, you can hear them booing really loud.]

# I-Am-number one
# No matter if you like it
# Ready take this sit down and write it
# I-Am-number one
# Hey hey hey hey hey hey

[Bryan is halfway down the ramp, he takes his hat off and he throws it into the crowd.]

# Hell yeah
# Ma I'm in a girl that's willing to learn
# Willing to get in the driver's seat
# Willing to turn
# And not concerned about that
# He say, she say, did he say, what I think he said?
# Squash that

[ "The Wizard" Bryan Smith finally gets to the ring and climbs in it, he takes off his chain and hands it to the referre, who hands it to the time keeper. ]

#Hey yo I'm tired of people judging what's real Hip-Hop
# Half the time you be them *BLEEP* who's *BLEEP*in album flop
# (You know) Boat done sank and it aint left the dock
# (Cmon!) Mad cause I'm hot
# (He just) Mad cause he not
# You aint gotta gimme my props
# Just gimme the yachts
# Gimme my rocks
# Keep my fans coming in flocks

[Before the music fades, Bryan gets on the upper right corner and puts his arms in the air til the music goes off and he then gets down.]

[All is quiet. Suddenly, the lights go out, System of a Down's Sugar hits on the loudspeeker.]

# The kombucha mushroom people,
# Sitting around all day,
# Who can believe you,
# Who can believe you,
# Let your mother pray, (sugar)

[Jason Jousma steps out into the entrance way, wearing a blue (hed)PE t-shirt, a pair of Ecko khakis, and blue and white Adidas Superstars, along with his Oregon State title over his shoulder.]

# Well I'm not there all the time you know
# Some people, some people, some people,
# Call it insane, yeah they call it insane, (sugar)
# I play Russian roulette everyday, a man's sport,
# With a bullet called life, yeah called life,(sugar)
# You know that every time I try to go
# Where I really want to be,
# It's already where I am,
# Cause I'm already there….(sugar)

[Jason begins to walk down the aisle with a purpose. He gets into the ring and gets on the top turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air. The fans cheer.]

# I got a gun the other day from Sako,
# It's cute, small, fits right in my pocket,
# Yeah, right in my pocket, (sugar)
# My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes,
# And I just kick her, and then she's O.K. ,she's O.K.(sugar)
# People are always chasing me down,
# Trying to push my face to the ground,
# Where all they really want to do,
# Is suck out my mother fucking brains, my brains (sugar).

[Jousma jumps around a little, and stretches to loosen up, then the bell rings.]

Magnum: And here we go!

[Jousma comes running out of his corner and hits Wizard unexpectedly with a clothesline. He then pulls Wizard right up and follows up with a short-arm clothesline. He then proceeds to stomp on Wizard until he rolls out of the ring to collect himself.]

Magnum: Jousma, once again getting an early start here. He looks as if he's not going to underestimate Smith this time around.

[The Wizard is about to get back into the ring after collecting himself on the outside. Jousma runs off the ropes, and boom! He connects with a baseball slide right to the Wizard's chin! The Wizard goes crashing back into the guardrail.]

Jones: Safe!

[Jousma quickly pulls the Wizard away from the guardrail and whips him facefirst into the ringpost. The Wizard stagers backwards, and Jousma takes him into a waistlock and plants his feet before slamming the Wizard back onto the floor with a German suplex.]

Jones: OH! Jousma just totally annihilating Wizard in the opening minute of this match.

[Jousma pulls Smith to his feet and throws him violently into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and steps inside. The Wizard goes for a clothesline, but Jousma quickly ducks it. He whips Smith off the ropes, and takes him onto the mat with a flying bodypress as he comes back across the ring.]

Magnum: Right into a pinning combination, Jousma perpendicular to the Wiz, 1.....2.....3-WHOA!

[The Wizard gives a huge kick and flips over into a pinning combination on Jousma.]

Jones: Smith's even got his feet on the ropes for added pressure, 1.....2......3-no, no, feet on the ropes.

[Smith pulls Jousma to his feet, and tosses him into the corner. Jousma is still dazed, leaving him prone to get nailed with a huge flying splash from the Wizard.]

Magnum: Mr. Smith making his comeback, and he powers Jousma up onto the top turnbuckle, climbs up there with him... SUPERPLEX!

[Smith pulls Jousma to his feet and carries him over to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring.]

Jones: Smith lifting Jousma up, aaaaaand... ANOTHER SUPERPLEX!

*THUD*

Magnum: Jousma hits the mat hard and the Wizard rolls right back into a pinning combination, 1.....2..... kickout!

Jones: The Wizard pulls Jousma back up, takes a few steps backwards, and... standing sidekick!

[Jousma collapses to the mat. The Wizard begins climbing the ropes. He leaps off into a splash, but Jousma gets out of the way and the Wizard goes crashing to the mat.]

Magnum: Jousma playing possum there!

[Jousma picks Wizard up and kicks him in the gut. The then takes him under his arm, and leaps up onto the ropes. The fans cheer in amazement.]

Jones: Old school!

[Jousma runs across the ropes, still with The Wizard under his arm, and drops him down into a Tornado DDT! The fans go wild.]

Magnum: Jousma is really pulling out all the stops here tonight.

Jones: Do you blame him? He's got a lot to prove after last week.

Magnum: Cover from Jousma, 1.....2... kickout.

[Jousma pulls Smith to his feet, and Jousma throws a big right hand, which the Wizard blocks.]

Jones: The Wizard blocks that big right hand, and Jousma coutners with a left, Smith blocks and responds in kind!

[Jousma staggers backwards, and after a brief pause both men tear into each other in an all-out slugfest.]

Magnum: Not surprisingly we've degenerated into a huge brawl!

[Inbetween fists, uppercuts, and eye gouges, the Wizard manages to hit an actual move on Jousma with an inverted jawbreaker and get enough time to fall back and have a breather. ]

Jones: Bryan now lying down by the turnbuckle trying to catch his breath after having a slug fest with Jousma.

[ Jousma runs at The Wizard, but Smith ducks and trips Jousma so he falls face first into the bottom turnbuckle.]

Magnum: OH! Beautiful move from Smith, and Jousma catches that turnbuckle jawfirst. The Wizard to his feet, and he pulls Jousma up and lifts him into the air... atomic drop!

[Jousma hobbles backwards, and Smith climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and hits the Oregon State Champion with a flying bulldog.]

Jones: Nice move from Smith and Jousma hits the mat hard. He rolls Jousma onto his shoulder, takes the leg, 1.....2.... kickout.

[ The Wizard pulls Jousma to his feet, and whips him off the ropes. As Jousma comes back across the ring, the Wizard hits him directly in the ribs with a dropkick, sending Jousma backwards. ]

Jones: Jousma apparently tangled up in the ropes now, and Smith steps through the ropes, onto the apron, and... smooth neckbreaker!

[Jousma is sent facefirst onto the mat, and Smith climbs back inside the ring. Jousma is kicked onto his back, and the Wizard then climbs onto the apron and jumps onto the top rope.]

Jones: Springboard legdrop... nooo! Jousma rolls out of the way!

Magnum: Jousma to his feet, and he lifts Smith up, knee to the gut.. DDT! Quick leg hook, 1.....2... kickout.

[Jousma brings Smith to his feet, and hooks him around the waist. He lifts Smith into the air, then falls backwards, bringing his opponent neck down onto the top rope.]

Jones: Nice high impact move from Jousma, and the Wizard is skipping around the ring gasping for air.

[Jousma measures Smith up, and hits a stiff forearm to the throat.]

Magnum: Well, if Smith wasn't getting any air before, he's suffocating now!

[Jousma hits a smooth scoop slam on Smith, then climbs onto the top turnbuckle and hits a flying elbowdrop to the Wizard's throat.]

Magnum: OH! The Wizard's windpipe taking a beating, and Jousma wisely goes for the cover, 1....2.....3-NO! I can't believe Smith got out of that one!

[Jousma looks as surprised as the commentater, but pulls Smith back to his feet and whips him off the ropes again. He goes down for a backdrop, but Smith sees him and easily counters with a DDT.]

Jones: Jousma telegraphed that move and the Wizard able to get the reversal.

[The Wizard pulls Jousma to his feet, and whips him off the ropes. Jousma goes for a clothesline, which Smith ducks. He goes for a lariat of his own as Jousma comes back across the ring, but Jousma ducks that.]

Magnum: Both men swing around and throw punches... they cancel each other out!

[Both men are a bit stunned about that exchange, but Jousma quickly shoots down going after Smith's legs. Smith drops down himself, and spins around, bringing himself behind Jousma.]

Jones: Smith gets the better of that exchange, and nails Jousma with an elbow across the back of the neck!

[Jousma hits the mat hard, and Smith pulls his opponent to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Jousma comes back across the ring and Smith goes for a backdrop, which Jousma leapfrogs over.]

Magnum: Smith still down, Jousma off the ropes, coming back for a bulldog...

*CRACK*

Jones: OH! Smith playing possum and he lures Jousma into a vicious standing sidekick! Jousma dazed, and Smith heading over...

[Smith hooks Jousma around the head and runs him across the ring, then swings around into a Diamond Cutter.]

Magnum: THE FATAL DROP! I don't believe this, the Wizard hits his finisher...

Jones: The referee hits the mat, 1.....2.....3! We've got a new Oregon State champion!

Magnum: It was a fluke!

The Wizard wins via Pinfall at 13:00 to capture the Oregon State Title **3/4

[The referee hands Bryan Smith the Oregon State title, and he sets it on his shoulder then signals for the microphone. One is tossed to him.]

The Wizard: JOUSMA! You know those speical wands you talked about? Well dude..You shouldn’t leave yours on when we WRESTLE! You sick bastard! I just beat your ass fair and square. Travis Zahn, I'm getting my retribution on you one way or another from making me have to get stitches! Your ass is going down as soon as I FIND YOU!

[The Wizard spikes the mic to the mat and heads out of the ring.]

Jones: That Bryan Smith sure shouts a lot.

Magnum: I can't believe it! This is horrible!

[ The Wizard heads up the ramp, O State Title over his shoulder. He stops at the top to turn and acknowledge the fans one more time. As he turns back around, Travis Zahn is right in his face, the two men come nose to nose. Tempers start to boil and almost flare over just as Ray Masters and his elite security team come to the rescue.... ]

PNW Television Title Match

"The Razor"
Jeremy Almas
PNW TV Champion

V
S

Pulverizor

[ We join this match in progress.....]

Jones: Welcome back folks. Sorry for the delay. We are about six minutes into this ten minute match. Jeremy Almas has come out strong tonight!!

[ Almas drags Pulvy off the mat and applies a front face lock and attempts a suplex, Pulvy blocks!! Almas attempts again, but Pulvy blocks and nails Almas with a jab to the gut!! Almas doubles over, gasping for air, Pulvy comes off the ropes and nails a running bulldog!! Hooks a leg...1....2.......kickout!! ]

Jones: Pulvy with a quick pin attempt, no good!!

[ Pulvy grabs Almas, whips him into the ropes, Almas comes off and Pulvy drops him to the mat with a drop toe hold and straight into an STF!! The ref is right ontop of things, checking Almas, but he refuses to give in...]

Magnum: There's that damn STF again!! Whatever happend to a good old fashioned camel clutch...huh?

Jones: It went out with the mullet!!

Magnum: The mullet didn't go out!! Take a look at Billy Ray...

Jones: Like I said....

[ Pulvy breaks the hold and gets back to his feet, he stomps Almas in the back twice and then drops a knee!! Almas rolls around in agony!! Pulvy lifts Almas up off the mat, gives him two good rabbit punches to the back and whips him into the ropes again, Almas hits hard, comes off, ducks a clothesline by Pulvy, comes off the other side and nails Pulvy with a DDT!! Almas is quick to his feet and locks in a surfboard submission...]

Jones: Almas back in control here in the closing minutes of this match, Pulvy seems to be in serious pain...

Magnum: Yes, he's about to tap....

[ The arena goes dark. A silence falls over the crowd, the lights pop back on and Pulvy is ontop of a knocked out Jeremy Almas...1....2.....3!!!! ]

Pulverizor wins via Pinfall at 9:57 *

Jones: I'll be damned!! Look who it is!!

[ The camera pans around to the top of the ramp, the mystery man in black stands there, lead pipe in hand.... ]


[ The arena lights dim. ]

Magnum: What? What is this?

Jones: Is this on the schedule?

[ Anger Rising by Cantrell begins to play. ]

Jones: I don't know who's music this is, but he's ruining the show!

Magnum: And that's a bad thing?

[ The curtains part and a man walks out from the back. Standing at the top of the ramp is Jeremy Knyte. He is dressed in blue jean shorts and a white PNW T-Shirt. He stands for a few seconds before the crowd gives a small mixed reactions. Knyte walks to the ring. ]

Magnum: What? Damn, I thought this was going to be good. He's just some damn hack.

Jones: Hack? He's a former NWA World Hardcore Champ, and was the PNW hardcore champ as Demonlord.

Magnum: Like that wasn't a stupid idea, "let me fake my death and come back as an evil Misfit". (Unenthused) Scary.

Jones: Let's hear him out.

Magnum: No, let's boot him off the program.

[ Knyte stops at the steps and is handed a mic before he walks into the ring. He looks around for a few seconds. The crowd is nearly silent. ]

Magnum: The crowd is bored, boot him!

Jones: Maybe their interested.

Magnum: He's a injury prone hack. He can't cut it.

[ Jeremy begins to speak in a calm voice. He keeps one of his hands in his pocket and the other holds the mic to his mouth. ]

Jeremy: This is the new PNW. It looks like the same old place to me... and that is a good thing. I have a couple things to say, my future here is uncertain.

Magnum: Boot... Him... Now!

Jeremy: I didn't make many friends in my career, and all the ones I did make became enemies. I was trained as a wrestler, I worked Japan before I came to the US and became "Hardcore". Back then hardcore was more then a word, it was a way of life... and death. I tore my knee twice, broke my arm, and hurt my back so bad that I couldn't even walk for weeks. All because I was hardcore.

I'm standing here today after suffering great personal lost, and PNW is all I have left. I burnt my bridges with too many places cause of my injuries, and PNW is one of them. In the NWA I'm nothing. My match against Lennox wasn't even considered a top of the notch match. All I ever did was hold the NWA World Hardcore title for a mere seconds.

Magnum: Loser.

Jeremy: I betrayed the fans out of anger. Where once I was the hardcore take no shit, DWA member, then I became the technical wrestler with a superiority complex.

Magnum: Superiority? Over what a toaster?

Jeremy: So I stand here, in front of the best damn fans I ever stood before in my life, to say... I'm sorry.

Magnum: For what? Being born?

Jeremy: Now I'm not your favorite person...

Magnum: No *BLEEP* Sherlock.

Jeremy: ... I'm sure I never will be. What I want is a chance. A chance to prove who I am. What I am is hardcore. I know Barr is in the back, and I know Rockwell is still around, so here's my offer. I fight in what ever match you want, against any opponent you want me to, and I either put up or shut up. If I can't blow your minds away with the new me, then I don't deserve to be back in the ring.

Magnum: You can say that again.

Jeremy: Or you could do things... my way.

[ The crowd murmurs with some cheers. ]

Magnum: Who does he think he is?

Jones: Hardcore I think?

Jeremy: Put me in a match after your PPV, on the next Monday Night show. A match that will make the Proving Grounds not only the best damn place in the Alliance, but the most brutal. Trust me, no one knows more brutal then me, and these fans.

[ The crowd p
ops. ]

Jeremy: How bout a steel cage match...

Magnum: Done so many times.

Jeremy: ...Or better yet, a hell in the cell...

Magnum: So boring.

Jeremy: ... with one stipulation,,,

Magnum: Here's the punch line, moron.

Jeremy: Loser takes ten shots from a cane.

Magnum: So early nineties.

Jeremy: Not any cane though, my cane. My Cane wrapped in barbed wire. My Singapore Cane Of Pain.

[ Huge crowd pop. ]

Jeremy: Barr, Rockwell, I'll take on anyone. Just make sure thier expendable, cause I'm not letting them out of the cage alive.

[ Knyte drops his mic and leaves. ]

Magnum: This guy sucks. Sign this match Barr, I want to see Knyte die in a blood bath.

[ Commercial Break ]

4 Way Hardcore Elimination Match
Inside Of The Cell
Winner Will Receive A Hardcore Title Shot At The PPV

Bo Justice

-vs-

Malice

-vs-

-vs-

-vs-

Monkey Killer

-vs-

Chris Fury

[ The camera pans out, the ominous Cell lowers into place over the arena. Made of cold rolled steel and rough chain link fence, it is purely evil looking. Twenty feet high, twenty feet long on all four sides, pure hell takes place inside here....]

Jones: Would you look at that, pure evil!! What would bring someone to sign such a match?

Magnum: I understand it was Jake Rockwell's idea, this guy is out of control man!!

Jones: You may be correct, for once!!

[ The arena lights dim as a hum comes over the P.A. Orion by Metallica blares over the speakers as pyro and laser lights go off at the entrance ramp. ]

[ Malice ambles onto to the entrance ramp to a chorus of boo's. In one hand he carries a bottle of Jack Daniels. He takes a generous swallow from the bottle as he callously struts down the ramp. ]

Jones: Looks as if Malice forgot to leave his refreshments in his dressing room.

Magnum: Do you have to say the same thing every week?

[ Upon reaching the ring Malice faces the audience and presents the bottle with his left hand and performs his trademark Malice salute with the right hand by pounding his fist to his chest, saluting then flashing the international signal for hello, or does that middle finger mean something else. Then he tucks the bottle underneath the ring. The crowd's booing intensifies. ]

[ Suddenly the arena’s house lights dim, the entrance area is lit up with red spotlights, and the arena P.A. begins to blast Get Inside by Stone Sour. ]

# Seed, gotta let it grow, why ya gotta watch when I let it feed?
# Better look into the mirror for the face you hide away, everyday
# But I don't give a f**k; I let it roll - I smoke the old
# Gotta run, gotta rend, gotta maim, gotta make it through another maze
# STAY AWAY!


[ The silhouette of a person holding an object in the air that appears to be on fire appears in the red spotlight of the entrance way. ]

# Please; wring the blood from my hands
# Don't pretend that you understand me
# I don't even want you looking at me
# Mother*BLEEP*er, GET INSIDE!

# Get inside, get inside (mother*BLEEP*er)

[ The shadowy figure begins to walk down the aisle way as the house lights slowly come back on. It is Chris Fury with a flaming baseball bat in hand. ]

Jones: And here comes Chris Fury, who proved to everyone last week just how hardcore he is by defeating Monkey Killer, who is twice his size, in a hardcore match.

Magnum: Look what he’s got! A baseball bat, and the end of it is on fire! This is going to be good!

Jones: Let’s see if Chris can pull off another big win tonight.

# Christ, have you seen this guy? Make ya sick, gonna peel away all the impurities
# Cuz all you wanna do is keep curin' me, but I don't give a fuck I kill everyone
#You'll be mopping up blood and guts and all the shit when I'm done
#Isn't this fun? Gimme a gun and I'll tell you all the secrets I hide
#BEFORE I RUN!

[ Fury walks to the ring focused as ever, with his eyes fixed upon Malice who is already waiting inside the cell. ]

[ Fury enters the Cell and without any second thoughts walks straight over to the unsuspecting Malice, without removing his eyes from him, and cracks him right in the head with the flaming baseball bat, sending him to the ground. ]

Jones: HOLY *BLEEP*!!! Fury just hit Malice square in the head with that flaming ball bat of his! Malice has got to be out unconscious from that, and the match hasn’t even started yet!

Magnum: That damn Flamer!

Jones: And now Chris Fury is beating Malice with that bat while he’s down and defenseless! Fury is a madman!

[ The crowd gives a small pop as The Brews by NOFX starts up.]

# Friday night we'll.....be drinkin' Manashevitz
# Goin' out to terrorize goyem
# Stompin' shagitz......screwin' shicksas
# As long as we're home by Saturday mornin

[ Monkey Killer appears on the ramp, and starts heading down the aisle.]

# 'Cause hey.....we're the Brews
# Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos
# Oi Oi we're the boys
# The Orthodox, Hesidic, O.G. Ois

[ MK comes to the ramp, and walks towards the ring, shaking hands as he goes.]

CRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

[ Bo Justice comes out of the audience and nails MK with a Singapore Cane!!! The cane splinters as it comes into contact with MK's head, blood instantly starts to ooze from a gash on his head!! MK stumbles backwards as Justice comes over the railing....]

Jones: Justice out of nowhere!!! MK is reeling backwards, we could have our first elimination rather quickly!!

Magnum: I'm just glad we don't have to sit through another entrance!!

[ Justice walks at MK with the cane up and ready to strike again, but is caught off guard when MK nails him with a big boot to the face!! He grabs Justice and drags him towards the cell, all four men are in the ring and the door is shut!! ]

Jones: Folks, I'm going to try and do my best to keep up with all the action here, bare with me please...

Magnum: Don't look at me, I'm here for color commentary only!!

[ MK drags Justice to his feet and begins to wail away!! Fury works Malice over with the bat, becoming bored with it and tossing it to the outside, blood covers the face of Malice, and the match has just begun!! ]

[ MK whips Justice into the ropes, Justice comes off and MK nails a vicious looking power slam!! MK with the hook...1....2.....kickout!! Justice kicks out, just barely!! ]

Jones: MK with a quick cover, but Justice kicks out!! Fury has Malice on the outside of the ring, rubbing his face across the rough fencing!! This is flat out brutal!!

Magnum: That's why they call this "hardcore", Sally!!

[ Fury whips Malice into the cage, full force, Malice uses the little rebound in the fence to spring off and nail Fury with an awkward looking cross body block!! Both men hit the cold concrete floor and lie motionless!! MK and Justice have now come toe to toe in the center of the ring, locked up in a collar and elbow tie up!! Justice goes around with a behind the back wrist lock on the much bigger man, but MK swings away with an elbow, Justice ducks, comes around in front and nails MK with a clothesline....]

Jones: Justice behind the back, Malice counters with an elbow!! Justice ducks, he's back in the front, clothesline!!! That barely phased MK, Justice with another clothesline, MK is still barely stumbling, Justice off the ropes, looks like a clothesline, NO!!! He fools MK and drops the big man to his knees with a drop kick to the knee!!

Magnum: What the hell is Malice up to?

Jones: He's got something in his trunks, what the? Those are scissors...

Magnum: No!! Those are Janitor Larry's lock cutters, what the...

[ Malice starts to cut away at the fence that makes up the devilish looking cell. Fury starts to struggle to his feet as Malice starts to make it up the second side of the fence, cutting away!! Meanwhile, Bo Justice shakes off the cobwebs in his head as he hooks MK's leg...1.....kickout!! The bigger man kicks out almost instantly!! Justice can't believe it, but wastes no time as he rolls to the outside.... ]

Magnum: Looks like Justice is going to his stash early...

[ Two or three trash cans fly from underneath the ring, a table is scooted out, some lighter fluid, another singapore cane, a stop sign, you name it, he tosses it out and finally comes back up with a bag in his hand...]

Jones: What....

Magnum: We've all saw this before!!

[ Justice gets back in the ring and MK nails him with a double axehandle to the back of the head!! Justice drops to his knees and MK nails him in the face with a knee!! Malice cuts at the fence with furious vegeance, Fury makes it to his feet, and walks towards Malice. Fury steps on Malice's free hand, and is caught off guard when Malice drives the cutters through the side of Fury's boot!!! ]

Jones: OH MY!!! Looks at the blood pouring from the side of Fury's boot!! And listen to those screams!!

Magnum: Yea, let me drive a set of wire cutters through your foot and see how you cry like a little bitch!!

[ Malice gets to his feet, Fury falls against the cell!! Malice backs up, charges and nails Fury with a clothesline!! The weight of both men carry them through the cage and to the floor on the outside!! ]

Jones: Both men go through the cage!!! What action!!

Magnum: Well, thats usually happens when you take a few weak fence links and throw four hundred plus pounds into them!!

[ MK walks over to the bag that Justice brought into the ring, he peers into the bag and dumps it's contents onto the mat...Shattered light bulbs, thumb tacks, and and industrial size staples scatter everywhere...]

Magnum: Awww, Bo's usual mixture of good charm!! A painful recipe!!

[ Fury and Malice make their way up the side of the cage as MK drags Bo back to his feet, Bo catches him with a European uppercut, this startles MK and knocks him back on his heels, Justice grabs the empty bag and wraps it around the throat of MK and starts to choke away...]

Jones: Malice and Fury have made it to the top of the cage, is this safe?

Magnum: Depends...Is this a union or non union cell?

Jones: Huh....

Magnum: We'll see....trust me...

[ Fury and Malice throw lefts and rights at each other, neither man really gaining any ground!! Justice continues to choke the life out of MK!! Fury gains the upperhand on Malice, the two men duke it out on the center of the cell, the fenceing is stretching something awful.... ]

Jones: That doesn't look good!! That fence can't be made to stand up to this kind of weight strain!!

Magnum: Really!! You don't say, wiseguy!!

[ Justice has MK locked in for a suplex, directly overhead Fury is setting Malice up for a German suplex!! Justice attempts the suplex, MK blocks it!! Justice again, MK blocks once again.....BOOOOOOMMMM!!! Fury nails the German suplex overhead, the weight of the two men come crashing through the cage!! All four men hit the mat!! ]

Jones: It looks like a bomb went off inside there!! What a mess!!

Magnum: Union!!

Jones: Union?? Oh, union cage huh?

[ The ref surveys the damage, bodies are piled ontop of each other, blood is everywhere!! MK slowly starts to move, he slings the smaller body of Fury off to the side and makes it to his knees. Glass, staples, you name it, it's sticking in the big man's back!! MK grabs Justice by his hair and drags him to his feet, he whips Justice into the turnbuckle, Justice hits, UP and OVER he goes!! Landing on the outside!! ]

Jones: MK just tossed Justice to the outside of the ring and looks to be headed in Fury's directions...

Magnum: Wouldn't you? Fury just came crashing down ontop of the big man, just as he was preparing to make the kill!!

[ MK grabs Fury by the throat, hoists him up in the air, and comes down right ontop of the pile of glass and metal!! Fury screams in pain!! Malice stuffs to big hands to the head, and covers....1.....2....Malice nails MK over the back with a metal chair!! ]

Jones: What, where.....huh!!

[ Malice nails MK with the chair, once, twice, three times!! But the big man only begins to laugh!!! He gets to his feet, Malice draws back with the chair and swings!! MK drives a fist into and almost through the chair!! Malice has an OH *BLEEP* look on his face as MK charges at him, Malice ducks, and sends MK to the outside with a back drop!! ]

Jones: Malice appears to have gained a second wind here, despite losing a major amount of blood!!

Magnum: He's about half psycho, what else did you expect!!

[ Malice squats to one knee in the center of the ring, Fury lays in a puddle of his own piss and blood!! MK and Justice are barely moving on the outside, but both men somehow manage to make it to their feet, Justice sees MK and gives the crowd a "here we go again" look as he staggers in his direction, his right arm dragging behind his leg!! ]

Jones: Justice is slowly walking towards MK, his right arm looks to be quiet mangled!!

Magnum: I think he may have landed on it.....NO!!

[ As Justice comes within an aem's length away, he brings his right arm around quickly and nails MK with the bottle of Jack!!! JD, glass, and blood fly everywhere!! MK drops to his knees, Justice draws back and smashes the bottle neck into the top of MK's head!! MK slumps over, Justice covers...1....2....3!!! ]

Monkey Killer is Eliminated at 14:33.

Jones: MK goes out first, what a hard fought battle!!! Hold on, he isn't done!!

[ Justice walks away from MK and starts to climb back in the ring as MK makes it back to his feet, he grabs the STOP sign on his way and nails Justice square in the back!! Justice falls face first into the ring!! Malice stops beating on Fury for a brief second, just long enough for Fury to burry a foot between his legs!! Malice drops to his knees in total pain!! ]

Jones: Nice move by Fury!! Malice is on his knees, Justice is out, what will Fury do!!

[ Fury gets his hands on the mangled steel chair!! He draws it up over his head and nails Malice on top of the head!! Walks over to Justice and nails him!! Back to Malice, once again!!! And over to Justice, this time the chair flies apart!! ]

Jones: That has to be a first!!! That chair completely flew apart!!

Magnum: Nah, I was in a match one night in Walla Walla, same things happened to me....

[ Fury drags Justice to the center of the ring and heads up top. He signals to the crowd and comes off with a corkscrew moonsault and hooks the leg....1.....2.....3!!! ]

Bo Justice is Eliminated at 19:50

Jones: Two men remain!! Who will be the victor!!

Magnum: You got me, look at those guys!! They been through hell tonight, I would be surprised if either of them is able to finish the match!!

[ The emt's tend to MK and Justice and start to wheel the two men up the ramp, both men notice what is going on and almost simultaneuously flip their stretchers and comes back to their feet, nose to nose!! Lefts and rights start to fly!! MK grabs Justice and tosses him over the security railing!! ]

Magnum: MK and Justice are now fighting their way through the crowd, do they realize the match is over?

Jones: I'm sure they do, but those two just like to fight...

[ Justice and MK continues to duke it through the crowd, the camera comes back to ringside as Malice makes it back to his feet. He looks around the ring, trying to find a weapon, he goes to the outside, tosses two garbage cans in the ring, slides a table, throws the ring bell in, it bounces off the head of Fury!! DING!! He finds another steel chair and climbs back in the ring!! ]

Jones: This doesn't look good for Fury!!

[ Malice takes his time as he sets the table up in the center of the ring, Fury struggles and makes it to one knee, but not for long as Malice nails him with a garbage can!! Fury slumps back to the mat!! Malice grabs tghe steel chair and nails Fury across the head!! Malice drags Fury to his feet, takes him up and nails the hangover across the table!!! ]

[ Malice hooks a leg...1.....2.....3 ]

Chris Fury is Eliminated at 29:03

Malice wins via Pinfall at 29:03

[ Commercial Break ]

NeWA World Title Match

XTC
PNW Heavyweight Champion

V
S

Ken Jansen
NeWA World Heavyweight Champion

Jones: Here it is J.B., the moment we've all been waiting for, this should really cap the night off.

Magnum: How can anything top what we saw before the break, speaking of which, has anyone saw Bo Justice or Monkey Killer?

Jones: Not at all, the last time I saw those two, they where duking it up the ramp.

[The lights come to a sudden drop; darkness infiltrates the arena as the crowd comes to a hush. The opening chords to Sing for the Moment by Eminem echoes through out the arena, as the white piercing strobe lights shower over the pumped crowd.]

# These ideas are nightmares for white parents
# Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
# Like whatever they say has no bearing
# It’s so scary in a house that allows no swearing
# To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
# Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care

[As the chilling chant resounds in the arena, the fans jump to their feet, anticipating the PNW heavyweight champion.]

# He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
# When he talks about his *BLEEP*in’ dad walkin out
# Cus he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
# But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
# His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
# Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
# He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap


[Clips of XTC nailing that superkick on opponents are shown on the tron, from Ultimate Package to Blade, it shows them all go down.]

# His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
# And broke his nose, this house is a broken home


[Setting the curtains aside, to a chorus of cheers is XTC. Standing at the beginning of the entrance, he slowly looks to his left, then his right. An embittered smile curls from his lips…]

# There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
# Come on...
# Sing with me, sing for the year
# Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear

[The camera gets a close shot on the gleaming PNW title.]

# Sing with me, just for today
# Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[His long untidy black hair sags to his shoulders; he continues down the ramp sporting only a wifebeater that expose his rocky tanned arms, and pure black tights with XTC etched in the back. Around his waist is the scintillating PNW heavyweight championship, wearing it oh so proudly.]

# Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gangsters
# In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
# Only you're unholy, only have one homey
# Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me


[An overhead shot of XTC as he marches down toward the ring with those heavy pompous strides.]

# But everybody just feels like they can relate
# I guess words are a mother*BLEEP*er, they can be great
# Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
# Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
# Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
# Now how the *BLEEP* did this metamorphosis happen?
# From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
# To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
# But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
# Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
# To get their hands on every dime you have

[We get a still shot of his rocky face as he stares in the ring before climbing in.]

# They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
# So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
# You need to spew, don’t hesitate to produce air guns
# That’s why these prosecutors wanna convict me

[He stands in the core of the ring, and with a sneer, he lifts his arms up unexpectedly, as dazzling white pyro blaze from each corner of the ring.]

[The arena lights extinguish. Flashbulbs spark in the crowd as anticipation grows...]

[Can you feel it?]

[ The video screen glows black in the darkness, and on the big screen a swirl of gold particles dances, spins, and converges into the shape of a gold maple leaf. A white line zips across the image and crystallizes into a silver bar. Wake Up by Rage Against The Machine blasts over the sound system, and the silver line spikes like an EKG, as the maple leaf shudders and blurs in tune with the electric riffs...]

[Then the entrance fills with strobing yellow light, revealing a muscular silhouette standing there: legs slightly apart, arms outstretched, clutching a cone-shaped object in one hand. No hesitation -- the crowd goes absolutely ballistic.]

[Suddenly the video image bursts with a blinding explosion, and the overhead lights come on once more -- and the NWA World Heavyweight Champion, "The Heartbeat of Canada" Ken Jansen strides out onto the ramp. His presence is compelling, commanding, like he owns the damn place. He wears a black singlet with gold trim, adorned on the hips and chest with the maple leaf-and-EKG symbol; black pads; and white-and-black boots. He sports a head of short sandy-blond hair, and a pair of rimless mirrored sunglasses sits perched on his nose, sparkling from innumerable camera flashes. The conical implement in his hand -- it's his infamous gold megaphone.]

[Conspicuously absent is the World Title belt -- stolen at the end of Battle of the Finest 2002 by a pair of despicable human parasites. But Ken Jansen stands dignified and proud in spite of that fact, letting his very champion's aura make up for a mere missing showpiece.]

[Valentine comes up beside him, a blonde woman clad in wrestling gear identical to Jansen's, her blonde hair hanging between her shoulderblades in a braid. She flashes a devilish grin.]

[Together, Jansen and Valentine sweep a bold glance across the arena. The atmosphere is nothing short of electric. Every fan is on his or her feet, watching the NWA World Heavyweight Champion expectantly. They believe.]

[After a moment, Jansen raises the megaphone in the air, then brings it down toward his face.]

Jansen: "XTC" Dane Black... My God, have you come a long way. It was only a couple of months ago when you were just a curtain-jerker in BJWC. And look at you now, Dane. No less than the PNW Heavyweight Champion. I don't know what to say, man. I take my hat off to you. Good job.

[He tucks his megaphone under his arm and claps his hands in congratulation. Valentine does, too. The PNW fans pop appreciatively at this show of respect, whatever they may feel about XTC. Jansen grasps his bullhorn again and raises it to his mouth.]

Jansen: I guess what we're learning is that talented people eventually find their niche. It looks like you've found yours, XTC: as the number-one man in the Pacific Northwest. And I have most definitely found *mine*: as the number-one man in the WORLD.

[The stands erupt with cheers and applause. Jansen flashes a somewhat sheepish grin.]

Jansen: I wish I could show you the title belt that symbolizes the rank I hold in the NWA. I apologize that I don't have it with me. But believe me, I'm working on getting it back -- and certain men, like Lanier Riley and Kurt Swagger, will never forget the day they crossed Ken Jansen. But for now, I want you to use your imagination, Mr. Black. Just visualize the NWA World Heavyweight Title around my waist. Can you picture it? Good.

[He pauses, smiling.]

Jansen: Now picture yourself holding that NWA World Heavyweight Title in your hands, sliding your gaze along its golden contours. Imagine yourself wearing that belt at the end of tonight's match, drinking in the adulation of the crowd as their PNW Heavyweight Champion becomes the NEW National Wrestling Alliance World Champion. Have you got that picture in your mind, Dane?

[Another pause. Then he cracks his infamous crooked grin, one corner of his mouth curved up.]

Jansen: In that case, you have a better imagination than I do -- because quite frankly, I just can't picture that happening!

[The crowd roars at the successful set-up and delivery of one Grade-A burn to XTC.]

Jansen: You've come a long way, XTC, but you haven't come quite far enough to beat me. I may not have the belt, but tonight, the title stays with ME! You think that's just hype?

[The crowd eagerly chants along...]

Jansen & Fans: BELIEVE THE HYPE!!

[Jansen nods.]

Jansen: Right! Let's do this thing!

[At that, he and Valentine begin to make their way down the aisle. The fans are buzzing; this is highly pro-PNW country, but the crowd is still showing support for the World Champ from north of the border -- all around are several thousand signs bearing maple leaf designs. As the wrestling couple approach the ring, Ken Jansen puts the megaphone to his mouth again.]

Jansen: Now coming down the aisle, accompanied by beautiful, the deadly -- VALENTINE...

[He pauses and smiles as the name elicits an approving cheer, along with a barrage of whistles and catcalls. Valentine glances sideways at several pubescent males with raging hormones leaning over the guardrail in an effort to touch her. She winks and wags a finger at them.]

Jansen: Hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... Standing six feet tall and weighing 245 pounds... I am the medium and the message... I am the man who lives up to all the hype... I am the NWA Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOORRRLD... I am "The Heartbeat of Canada" KEN JANSEN!!

[Ken Jansen and Valentine enter the ringside area. Jansen hands the megaphone and his specs to Valentine. Then he climbs into the ring and mounts the turnbuckles, putting his arms in the air to a strong, enthusiastic welcome by the fans. Jansen acknowledges it with a determined nod of the head. Finally, he drops to the canvas and leans against the corner, his eyes narrowed and focused as he awaits the bell.]

Jones: And here we go!

[The bell sounds.]

Jones: Collar-and-elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring...

[ Jansen wrenches XTC's arm, ducks behind him with the hammerlock. XTC reaches back with the other hand to break it up -- but Jansen sneaks his hand down and hooks his leg, schoolboys him to the mat. No pin attempt though -- Jansen going for a Boston crab, but XTC thrashes his way out of it. XTC is up, and he charges Jansen with the lariat -- ducked by Ken Jansen, who snags him in a rear waistlock. Black is grappling at Jansen's arms to escape it... He throws an elbow behind him, catching Jansen in the cheek. Another elbow, but Jansen lowers his head, and lets XTC's rotation turn him facing Ken. Front waistlock is now applied and-- ]

Magnum: OH! Overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Impressive move!

Jones: Very crafty to use XTC's own motions against him, I'll say that...

[ XTC gets up as Jansen comes out of the ropes -- catches XTC with a swinging neckbreaker. But he holds on, and hauls Dane Black upright. There's a front facelock and a lift... and down into a vertical suplex. Jansen is still hanging on as he brings XTC to his feet again... ANOTHER vertical suplex! ]

Magnum: Jansen is showing some tremendous technical prowess here.

Jones: And he's not quite done yet, it seems, as he AGAIN lifts XTC up by the head. Jansen hooks the leg and lifts -- and DOWN into a fisherman buster! Spectacular series of moves by the NWA World Heavyweight Champion! Jansen makes the cover now... 1! 2-- No! Kickout by Dane Black!

Magnum: Jansen won't put XTC away that easily, and definitely not this early in the match.

[ Jansen moves in on XTC, brings him to his feet, gives him a shot to the face -- but it's blocked, and the PNW Champ returns with a hard right hand to the jaw. XTC rushes into the ropes, runs back -- Jansen catches him in a snap powerslam! ]

Magnum: And a cover! 1! 2! Another strong kickout by XTC!

[ Now Jansen is bringing Black back up. He whips him to the ropes -- no, reversal by XTC, but he holds on, turns it into a side Russian legsweep! XTC up again, he drops the elbow -- but nobody's home as Jansen rolls away. Both on their feet, Jansen connects with a lariat, and Dane Black goes down. Jansen once again brings XTC to a standing position and they lock up in another grapple. Jansen whips XTC to the ropes -- Jansen drops the shoulder for a back body drop, but Black flips over him -- rolls him up in a sunset flip! But Jansen rolls through and grabs XTC's ankle -- turns him over into a single-leg crab! ]

Magnum: Holy cow! What a series of reversals by both these men! But Jansen's won the exchange, and he is now cranking back on the leg of Dane Black!

Jones: The referee is hovering close by to check for a submission... I don't know that this will put XTC away, but it's surely going to cause some damage.

[XTC starts looking around, craning his neck to see how close he is to the ropes. Jansen cranks back with the half crab, and XTC leans forward and extends his arm in an effort to get to ther opens.]

Magnum: Our PNW Heavyweight Champion mostly of the defensive side so far, and he's struggling to get out of the half crab...

[The referee signals to Jansen to break the hold as Black gets ahold of the ropes. Jansen agrees, releases XTC, and pulls the PNW Heavyweight Champion to his feet. He hits a sharp knee to the stomach, and hooks XTC around the head, and signals for a DDT.]

Jones: Jansen laying it on XTC with another DDT-hold on, XTC plants his feet and uses his weight to anchor Jansen!

[Jansen looks down, braces himself, and tries to throw himself and Dane to the mat again, but once again is blocked.]

Magnum: Jansen a little off-balance now, and XTC takes him around the waist... Northern Lights Suplex! 1.....2.... kickout from Jansen, and both men quickly roll to their feet.

[Jansen darts at XTC, trying to get back on the offense as quickly as possible, but XTC catches him with a drop toehold that throws him onto the mat facefirst. XTC climbs up behind Jansen, hooks him by the arm and puts him into a crossface. Jansen's head and neck are craned back with the hold and he uses his one free arm to reach out towards the ropes.]

Jones: Jansen extending the arm, and he's still a few inches off from the ropes. XTC cranking that hold with all this might, and Jansen reaching, reaching... he gets the ropes.

[XTC gives Jansen one final crank on the neck before releasing the hold. He pulls Jansen up by the head, gives him a quick kick to the midsection, and slams his face onto the turnbuckle before pushing him across the ring.]

Magnum: Dane pushing XTC onto the ropes now, and letting loose with punches!

[ XTC has Jansen on the ropes now, just pounding away with blatant closed fists. The referee is issuing a count to force XTC to break and he reluctantly does... and then comes right back with a hard kick to the midsection! Jansen is staggered, sucking air... XTC applies a front facelock, grabs a fistful of tights -- lifts him up, and DOWN with a vertical suplex. Dane Black is in full control here as he brings Jansen to his feet again... XTC goes behind Jansen with a waistlock. He lifts him up for a German suplex -- but Jansen counters it by putting his legs back and hooking XTC's arms, then rolling forward into a Victory Roll pinhold! ]

Magnum: Whoa! Out of nowhere! The referee makes the count! 1... 2... NO!

Jones: Only good for a two. XTC is spitting mad, though!

[ XTC is up before Jansen, and he lunges with a HARD clothesline that sends the NWA World Heavyweight Champion to the mat again. Dane Black is all over Jansen, smashing him with mounted punches to the face. Finally XTC gets up, dragging Jansen by the hair to an upright position. There's a whip to the ropes by Black -- Jansen comes back at a run, and XTC goes for the clothesline -- NO! Jansen catches it and tucks behind Dane, twisting that arm in a hammerlock. Jansen now snaking his other arm around XTC's head, turns him around while still holding the arm behind his back -- and SPIKES him with a DDT out of the hammerlock! ]

Magnum: WHAT a MOVE!

Jones: With his arm locked against his back, XTC didn't have a HOPE of protecting himself from that move! Let's give it up for Ken Jansen's patented hammerlock DDT!

Magnum: Or we could try to support the guy representing US, man.

Jones: Well... true.

[ They're both down on the mat; Ken is still clutching XTC's arm in a hammerlock with one hand, and he now has a front facelock applied with his OTHER hand, and he has scissored Black's waist with his legs to hold him down. ]

Magnum: That's like two submission holds in one! XTC has absolutely NOWHERE to go from here!

Jones: I have to hand it to Jansen -- he sure knows what he's doing in there. And the referee is checking Dane for a tap-out...

[XTC's face shows nothing but pure determination to ride the hold out and escape. He's showing no signs of an upcoming submission. XTC wriggles an arm out of the way and starts pounding the mat in every direction, trying to get a bearing on where he is.]

Magnum: XTC can't see it, but he's within reach of the ropes if he just lunges in the right direction, his arm still flailing around... YES! He gets the ropes!

[Jansen releases the hold and pulls XTC to his feet, and hooks him around the waist. Jansen squares himself off, then flips back with a German suplex.]

Jones: German suplex from Jansen!

[Jansen rolls XTC to his feet for another German suplex, but Black hits him with a vicious elbow to the jaw, which sends Jansen staggering a few feet back. XTC spins around, takes Jansen by the arm, and hips him off the ropes. Jansen comes hurtling back across the ring with a lariat, but Black easily ducks under it and runs up behind Jansen as he hits the other side of the ring.]

Magnum: Jansen collides facefirst with the ropes, and XTC hits with a stiff lariat to the back of the head, sending him over the top and to the outside!

[Jansen crashes down onto the ringside safety mats, and takes the edge of the apron with his hands and starts to pull himself back into the ring. His eyes peek under the bottom rope just in time to see the bottom of XTC's feet.]

Magnum: BASEBALL SLIDE!

[Jansen takes the hit directly to the face and falls flat on his back as XTC comes out of the ring. XTC takes a moment to get a breather by just laying into the World champion with some stomps to the head and chest before pulling Jansen back to his feet. He whips him facefirst into the ringpost, then spins Jansen around and catches him with a jawbreaker as he comes back.]

Magnum: XTC has the World champion stunned, and he's laying into him now, a few face slams onto the apron, and he slides Jansen back into the ring and climbs up onto the top rope.

[Jansen lies on the mat for a moment before pulling himself to his feet, covering his face. He looks up just as Dane Black comes out of the corner with a flying clothesline.]

Jones: Flying clothesline from XTC, and Jansen hits the mat! XTC takes the leg, pin attempt, 1.....2..... kickout from Jansen.

[XTC pulls Jansen to his feet, kicks him in the stomach, and applies a standing headscissors.]

Magnum: XTC lifts Jansen up into the air, and... PILEDRIVER! Jansen flat, and XTC climbs up onto the top rope, elbow drop... OH! Jansen extends the leg and catches XTC in the chest!

[XTC remains standing, gasping for air. Jansen comes to his feet, takes XTC by the back of the head, and nails him in the face with a stiff punch. Black staggers backwards, and Jansen again hits him with a stiff punch, followed up with an elbow to the face. He then knees XTC in the stomach and drills him to the mat with a double arm DDT.]

Magnum: A great recovery from the NeWA World Heavyweight champion.

Jones: XTC has been rocked by this vicious onslaught by Ken Jansen, who is as aggressive tonight as he's ever been in a high-stakes match...

[ Jansen is in full control as he takes XTC by the arm, whips him into the corner. XTC hits the turnbuckles HARD, chest-first, knocking the wind out of him... And Jansen charges in -- CRUSHES him with an avalanche in the corner! ]

Magnum: What impact!

Jones: Jansen's on fire!

[ Ken Jansen now taking him from behind -- he underhooks one arm in a chickenwing, overhooks the other, and throws him up and back -- SASQUATCH SUPLEX! He drives XTC RIGHT on the back of his head! XTC is on the canvas, cradling his head, but otherwise not moving... Jansen isn't going for the pin, though. ]

Magnum: Where is he going? Shouldn't he be trying to capitalize on this?

Jones: He should be, but he has other plans, apparently.

[ Jansen goes to his corner and gestures for Valentine to pass him up his megaphone. She does, and Jansen treads back to stand over XTC, flashing his trademark crooked grin. ]

Jones: I think he's got something to say.

Magnum: What, in the middle of a title match? What could he possibly have to say?

[ Jansen puts the megaphone to his lips. ]

Jansen: Hey! XTC! I don't know if you've ever been up north, but I thought -- just as a gentlemanly gesture -- that I'd show you how we wrestle main event matches where I come from. I call this little number... "Welcome to Friendly Manitoba"!

Jones: Uh-oh!

[ Jansen tosses the megaphone out of the ring. He charges into the ropes -- runs back, hops over XTC's body and into the opposite ropes -- runs back again and CONNECTS with one HELLACIOUS sliding dropkick directly to the skull of Dane Black! ]

Magnum: Good grief! XTC's head bounced back and forth like a speed bag!!

Jones: Jansen's trying to give him whiplash or something!!

Magnum: What he gave him is one HELL of an effective move! XTC is writhing and groaning in TERRIFIC agony on the mat, as Jansen drops down, hooking the leg and neck for the pin... 1!... 2!... 3-NO!

Jones: How close was that? XTC kicks out JUST before three! I thought Jansen had him, but no, XTC lives to continue fighting!

[Jansen pulls XTC to his feet, and lifts him up into a fireman's carry. He takes XTC across the ring, and starts to drop him with a death valley driver, but XTC gives a sudden shift of his weight and lands behind Jansen. Before the World Champion can react, he yanks him down by the back of the head and takes him to the mat with a vicious reverse DDT.]

Magnum: OH! Reverse DDT, and XTC staggers back himself, he's still dazed from that "Welcome to Happy Canada" manuever, or whatever Jansen said.

Jones: I believe it was Friendly Ma-

Magnum: Don't care. XTC is able to stagger over and throw himself on top of Jansen, 1.....2..... Jansen rolls a shoulder up.

[XTC slowly pulls to his feet, dragging Ken Jansen up with him. He gives Jansen a few half-hearted knees to the stomach, and brings a weak forearm down over the back of his head.]

Jones: XTC still dazed, and his offense is pretty weak right now.

[Probably sensing that he's not doing maximum damage with these moves, XTC whips Jansen off the ropes, and takes him to the mat with a backdrop. He then turns around, goes over to Jansen's head, and applies a Dragon Sleeper.]

Magnum: Dragon sleeper from XTC! He hooks Jansen's waist with his legs to block an escape, and cranks back on his head as hard as he can.

[Jansen tries bridging on his neck to find a way out of the move, but Dane Black has got it locked on too tight for him to get out. Jansen wildly thrashes his free arm about, but can't find the ropes.]

Jones: Bad news for Jansen, the free arm is facing nothing but more mat, the closest ropes are on the other side of him.

[After a few moments of this Jansen gives up using his arm and starts moving his legs around trying to escape the hold. He reaches out with his right leg and is able to slide it under the ropes. XTC takes a few moments to release the hold, then pulls Jansen up.]

Magnum: XTC whips Jansen off the ropes, and the World Champion coming back at him...

[ Jansen out of the ropes with a lariat -- ducked by XTC, who reaches back for the head... and DOWN with the neckbreaker. Ken is slow to rise after that, and Black takes control again. He grabs Jansen by the hair and pulls him up into a front facelock, lifts him up -- but Jansen is squirming to counter this suplex attempt... He does! Ken Jansen falls to his feet behind XTC and grabs him in a rear waistlock, but it's blocked by XTC into an arm twist, and there's the whip to the ropes -- POWERSLAM by Dane Black! ]

Jones: This could be the chance he needs to take this one home!

Magnum: XTC goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope -- he stands facing out of the ring, looking for a moonsault to finish Jansen off!

Jones: No! Jansen is up! He throws himself against the ropes, and XTC loses his balance -- Ouch!

Magnum: Ouch! is right!

Jones: That's such a vile position for a red-blooded male to be in.

Magnum: Agreed and agreed again...

[ But Jansen is wasting no time -- he climbs up to the top with XTC. Ken applies a rear waistlock -- XTC is holding onto the top turnbuckle for dear life! But Jansen is ramming his forearm into the back of Dane's head to stun him... Jansen with the waistlock again-- ]

[The entire arena gasps in sympathetic pain. Then they pop like hell.]

Magnum: TOP-ROPE RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! GOOD LORD!! Jansen threw Dane Black almost CLEAR across the ring!! And look at XTC! He's TWITCHING on the canvas!

Jones: Ken Jansen landed hard on that, too; he's on his back, and he's holding his neck in considerable pain. But he rolls onto his knees and scrambles over to make the pin... 1.....2.....3!

Jones: That's it! Jansen retains!

Magnum: NO! No, wait! XTC kicked out! The referee is saying it was only a two!

Jones: Unbelievable! How on earth did XTC survive that?

Magnum: Chalk it up to being one tough hombre, Slo!

[Jansen pulls XTC to his feet, but is taken to the mat with an abrupt backdrop. XTC stumbles forward in the corner, and stands there catching his breath as Jansen comes to his feet.]

Jones: Jansen up, and he charges into the corner at XTC... Black moves out of the way and Jansen hits the corner!

[Jansen flies facefirst into the corner, and XTC slams his face against the turnbuckle and takes him to the mat with a standing legsweep before leaning against the ropes and catching his breath again.]

Magnum: Black resting, and Jansen comes to his feet.

[ XTC bounces against the ropes -- NAILS Jansen with a lariat. Jansen is up, and XTC moves in with a hard kick to the gut, doubling Ken over... Dane Black with a standing headscissors, looks like he's setting Jansen up for a powerbomb... There's the lift -- but no! Jansen is straddling XTC's shoulders, pummeling him in the face to block the move! XTC falters, and Jansen rolls down his back -- into a sunset flip! ]

Magnum: The referee counts! 1... 2... 3-NO!

Jones: That was a close call! But no dice for Jansen.

[ XTC is first to his feet as Jansen starts to get up... XTC SLAMS his elbow repeatedly into Jansen's back, trying to weaken the spine. Now he hooks Jansen from behind in a rear waistlock, lifts him up for a belly-to-back suplex -- NO! Jansen squirms out of it and drops behind! And he's grabbed XTC in an inverted facelock, as if going for a dragon sleeper. But, Jansen twists around -- FINAL CUT! He DRIVES Dane Black down with the elbowdrop inverted DDT! ]

Jones: Damn! I thought XTC had him!

Magnum: He almost did -- but Jansen pulled off a great countermove just now! Ken not going for the pin though...

[ Jansen hauls XTC off the mat and stands him up. Jansen now lifts him off his feet, draping XTC limply over one shoulder, holding him by the leg so that he dangles behind Jansen's back... With his other arm, he reaches back and hooks XTC's head in a reverse inverted facelock. Jansen kicks his feet up -- DRIVES XTC RIGHT on the back of his HEAD! ]

Magnum: Sweet Jesus Almighty! That move is called the Northern Impact, ladies and gentlemen, and Jansen may well have KILLED XTC with it! Here's the cover -- this one may be over!

1...

2...

3!

NO!

Magnum: That was the closest two-count I've ever seen! But SOMEHOW, XTC got the shoulder up!

Jones: How can he even MOVE?

[Jansen pulls XTC to his feet and sends him across the ring.]

Magnum: Jansen with a whip to the ropes -- XTC returns at a run -- HO! Jansen spins him up! TILT-A-WHIRL POWERSLAM! DEVASTATING MOVE by Ken Jansen, and XTC literally BOUNCED as he hit the canvas! I think the PNW Champ is out! And Jansen takes him by an arm and a leg, dragging him toward the corner! Jansen is going up!

Jones: This is not good news for Dane Black!

Magnum: Jansen ascending the turnbuckles! He stands on top -- steadies himself, puts his arms in the air -- he leaps! HEARTSTOPPER! HEARTSTOPPER! That flying double-foot stomp connects RIGHT to the ribcage of XTC!

Jones: XTC has folded up like a ping-pong table! He's hacking and coughing, all the air CRUSHED out of him by that enormous impact to the chest! And Jansen covers! This could be it!

[Jansen immediatly drops down and gets a lateral press on XTC.]

Jones: 1.....2.....3! That's it, Jansen retains!

Ken Jansen wins via Pinfall at 34:22 to retain the NeWA World Heavyweight Title ****3/4

[As Jansen turns away from the fans, he comes nose-to-nose with...]

["Superstar" Jason Ramsey.]

[There is a hush in the crowd as Jansen and Ramsey lock eyes. The tension is palpable. They stare for several long, long seconds, sizing each other up as a murmur arises around them. Fans are realizing that this is the beginning of something... different.]

[Slowly, without shifting his gaze, Ramsey extends his arm to the side, signaling for a house mic. A ring attendant climbs in between the ropes and dutifully hands him one, and discreetly slips away. Never looking away, Ramsey puts the microphone to his mouth.]

Ramsey: Well, well, well, I finally get to meet you face to face... Ladies and Gentlemen, YOUR World's Heavyweight Champion: Ken Jansen. Congratulations on the win tonight Champ. To be honest, I'm very glad that you happen to still be champion... [A grin] I saw you wrestle before anyone knew who you was. Bet you didn't know that, did ya, Champ?

[Jansen raises an eyebrow at him, interested.]

Ramsey: Does the name Akai ring a bell? It should.....I was in the stands the night Daisuke Akai rang YOUR bell.

[Ken Jansen gives a half-smile. He's surprised that anybody remembers that night in Tokyo, five years ago. Ramsey nods at him, seeing he's touched on something on which the two can relate. Ramsey is known as a veritable superstar in Japan.]

Ramsey: You deserve all the credit in the world, you have come a hell of a long way to get to where you are, and hold that-- hey, you seem to be missing something.... [He taps Jansen's shoulder, where the NWA World Heavyweight Title isn't] I know that feeling. I've been where you are, a champion with no belt to show for it..... Maddening isn't it?

[Jansen's hand comes up, pulls the mic from Ramsey's hand. Ramsey relinquishes it without a word. Their eyes are still locked.]

Jansen: So... "Superstar" Jason Ramsey. I've heard all about you. Your reputation is impressive. What an honor it is to meet you. So tell me... did you come out here to chat about my puroresu history, or was there something you wanted to ask me?

[Ramsey takes back the mic.]

Ramsey: Me? Ask? You? Actually bub, this little get together was so I could meet you and look in your eyes.

[Close-up of Ramsey's eyes. Close-up of Jansen's eyes. They are both absolutely still, full of intensity.]

Ramsey: I know you now, and you know me. You're better than I gave you credit for, XTC is a great wrestler, but pal, I'm the best there is, and you have something that I dearly want.

[He draws his hand laterally across his midsection: the World Title. Ramsey grins hungrily.]

Ramsey: I'm calling you out!

[There is a BIG crowd pop. Ramsey hands over the mic, waiting for an answer.]

Jansen: It seems to me you lost the chance to prove that you're the 'best there is' back at the Battle of the Finest, 'Superstar'... But you know something, I believe you're every bit as good as you say you are... Because I make it my business to know. And that's why I'm going to tell you this...

[He licks his lips. He can see the anticipation in Jason Ramsey's face. He waits, lets it grow to unbearable proportions. Then he flashes his crooked grin and continues.]

Jansen: The fans want to see Jansen vs. Ramsey. The promoters want to see Jansen vs. Ramsey. And between you and me, *I'd* kind of like to see Jansen vs. Ramsey...

[Another crowd pop!]

Jansen: So if you can do your thing at the Thesz, like I *know* you can, then you can *have* Jansen vs. Ramsey.

[EXPLOSIVE pop!]

Ramsey: Oh Jansen, you DO know me well. I will do my thing at the Thesz, AAW will ride my shoulders into the NeWA, and I will have my shot at you. But, what if I decide to make things interesting? There is no doubt that NeWA would really enjoy selling seats and pay per view buys to a match between the two of us, but I have some things to do before we set a date with destiny my friend. I'll get my shot, and I'll get it, when and where I want it.

[The spectators buzz wonderingly at this...]

Ramsey: I had an interesting read couple of nights ago. It seems that someone forgot to designate WHEN my shot at you will take place. In other words, it's the golden ticket. I put it in my pocket and save it for a rainy day. Interesting, yes?

Jansen: [Evenly] That's all very interesting, I'm sure, Ramsey. Sounds like it puts the ball in your court, doesn't it? But all it amounts to is this: you want our match to happen, sooner or later. So here's what I want you to do. Get your 'golden ticket'. Pick your time. Pick your place. I'll be there. And I promise you, "Superstar"... I'll show you *personally* why they call me the World Heavyweight Champion.

[HUGE pop of anticipation! And in the background, the fans can be heard chanting along with the World Champion's favorite catchphrase...]

Jansen: Believe the hype, "Superstar" Jason Ramsey.

[He drops the microphone on the canvas, where it hits with a staticky -thump-. Jansen and Ramsey have not one taken their eyes from each other, and they still do not. After a moment, Ramsey slowly backs away and treads toward the ropes. He climbs out of the ring and saunters up the aisle to the curtain, glancing back at the World Champion standing in the ring. Jansen watches Ramsey go, his gaze unwavering.]

[Can you feel the heat?]

[This one's gonna be nuclear.]

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