CCW Resurrection: 1st Annual 30 Man Melee Match

[+Donald $. Carlos+]

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Present:

The 1st Annual 30-Man, Over The Top Rope, CCW Melee Match

The Winner Will Receive A World Title Shot Against Their Respective Brand's Champion . . .


The Participants Are As Follows:


Al Woodbridge
Balistic
Bulldog
Chad McKenzie
Chris 6yxx
Cowards
Danny Ray
Fantomas
Full Metal Jack
Griffin Young
James Brody
JD Wheeler
Jerome Novaho
Jimmie Bones
Josh Violence
Lance Leonard
Mad Dog Sullivan
Marcus Knight
Marnie
Matt Downing
Max Macbeth
Nathan Versus
Paul Hill
Shawn Greene
Simon Summers
Steve Corona
T-Rex
The Wh_
Thomas Richards
Vincent Reinahrdt


One Promo Each . . .
(& Let's DO The Damn Thing!)

[Carl]

In the backstage area in front of a sign reading CCW Resurrection, both members of Union Jakked, James Brody and Chad McKenzie are kitted out in their ring gear ready for the 1st Annual 30 Man Melee.

McKenzie: The 30 Man Melee has arrived. The single biggest event in the history of Continental Championship Wrestling. Against 28 blokes who couldn't hang with me in their dreams. My only competition being James. My dream of being next in line for a shot at the CCW World Champion is mere moments away. I've been to the top of the mountain in tag wrestling, now I'm gonna do it in the singles ranks.

James interrupts his partner.

Brody: Well let's not forget that back in England I won a 20 man Battle Royal. In the process eliminating my mate Chad here. I have no problem tossing 28 pricks over the top rope and leaving it down to the two men worthy of a title shot. I deserve to have that gold around my waist. Tonight will be the night of James Brody.

Chad shakes his head.

McKenzie: No, tonight will be the night of Chad McKenzie.

James laughs at this.

Brody: Yeah well what number did you get.

Chad whispers his number into his partner's ear.

Brody: You lucky bastard.

Brody walks off in a mood as Chad just grins.

[Carl]

Vincent Reinhardt stands in the same set in which Union Jakked conducted their promo. His face gives away no emotion.

Reinhardt: What a busy night it's gonna be for me. Having to deal with Adam Machiavelli and this 30 Man Melee. 29 Men must be prepared to go to hell and trust me, none of them will be coming back.

Standing above all of this carnage will be me..... Vincent Reinhardt. I am ready to soon be crowned CCW World Heavyweight Champion. That is all I've got to say about that.

Reinhardt then heads off down the hall lighting up one of his cigars.

WINNER OF THE 1st ANNUAL 30 MAN MELEE



VINCENT REINHARDT

BANK ON IT!!!

[OfLegend]

INT. LOCKER ROOM

Nearly suited up in his wrestling gear, Lance Leonard sits above a work-out stretcher, listening to his earphones and flexing his shoulder muscles as his prep team tape his fists with white wraps. His eyes are closed and his head shakes slightly from side to side, presumably in time to the music he quietly mouths to himself.

There is a knock on the door, and a few seconds later, Nick Kelly appears on camera with his usual microphone.

Nick: Lance?

After a beat, Lance opens his eyes, spots Kelly and slowly removes one of his earphones.

Lance: Nick. What, pray tell, can I do for you?

Nick: I'd just like to ask you a few questions about your matches tonight.

Lance: Ah, "matches". The operative word in this scenario.

Lance turns to his team.

Lance: Are we done here?

The men finish taping his fists, nod, and leave the shot one by one. Leonard leaps off the table, slams his fists together and throws his head back. The words "physically prepared" may well flash across one's mind without one knowing exactly why.

Nick: Lance, tonight you've been booked in not one, but two dangerous and unpredictable matches. How are you preparing?

Lance: Nick, as usual, you're 100% right... and 100% wrong at the same time. Certainly, the Street Fight will be brutal and dangerous, and to the untrained eye, the outcome of the Melee is nigh-impossible to predict. But to anyone with any kind of insider knowledge of this sport, anyone with even the slightest insight into the mind and subject of Lancelot L. Leonard knows that tonight, without a shadow of a doubt, that victory for the Crown Prince of Catch is already assured. Because deep down in the darkest, deepest corners of the very depths of heart of hearts of you, me, everyone in this arena and everyone watching in shaking anticipation and stunned awe all around the world, this much is obvious:

If there is one man in this entire industry who can defeat thirty men in one night, I am he.

Nick: You predict a victory for yourself in both your Street Fight with Griffin Young and the Melee match!?

Lance: I do. Moreso, I predict... a massacre. Tonight the feud between Griffin Young and I comes to a head, and for once I am not aiming for a victory: Young and I have pinned each other more times than he can count in recent months and few of them have meaned as much as shit-all. Therefore, the three count is secondary.

Tonight, I want to create something horrible. I want to be a part.... of an abomination. I plan to destroy Griffin Young... and if that becomes the enduring legacy of the greatest technical wrestler and athlete to ever step into a wrestling ring, then so be it. Young, do not for one single solitary second believe that my love for the purity of my profession will cause me to hesitate to scar that canvas with your blood and paint a horrifying masterpiece with the after-effects of your destruction, because this is no less than my goal on this night. And my twenty-nine other adversaries will watch backstage as I bring an end to you, and they will know then more than ever that they are not, as they hoped, going to face a fatigued Lance Leonard, but rather that they are about to enter a Hell of my crafting.

No one - not Vincent Reinhardt, not Paul Hill, not Thomas Richards - will stand in my path for long.

Nick: ... What about Max Macbeth, Marnie... your fellow Monsters of Pro Wrestling?

Lance: Like I said: No one will stand in my path for long. No one. And that is a Fact.

Leonard walks off camera and is caught by another as he steps out of his locker room. He is about to replace his headphone, but suddenly notices a man standing to his right. It is Marnie.

Lance: Judging by the grin on your face, I'd say you'd been listening.

Marnie does not respond. Instead, he raises a mouth organ to his mouth and begins to play a haunting collection of notes: less a song than a dark musing expressed by a harmonica. Leonard very slowly places his headphones back in his ears and walks off camera. We zoom in on Marnie as he plays before fading to black...

[Woody]

INT. Locker Room

The camera pans in to a large, shirtless, and robust hairy gentleman sitting on a bench. His back is to the camera, but it's easy for the CCW faithful to recognize him as none other than "The Heartland Hero," Al Woodbridge!

The camera pans around to face him, and Woodbridge winks, holding up a Budweiser. He shrugs matter-of-factly, seemingly unaffected by the entire pile of cans consumed beneath his feet.

Woodbridge: 29 beers. Sure, it could kill any other man. I'm not any other man, am I? I'm the Heartland Hero, damnit, and tonight I'm gonna kick some *HIC!* excuse me.... Kick some ass, yeah! Each of these beers I drank represent a dream ended, an ass kicked.... *HIC!*

He holds up a Guiness bottle.

Woodbridge: Mad Dog Sullivan.

He smashes it against the bench, chuckling and hiccuping maniacally. He then holds up two empty porter bottles.

Woodbridge: Union Jakked.

Two more bottles are smashed against the bench. He proceeds to crumple cans and toss bottles, tossing around empty containers in a relatively entertaining fashion.

Woodbridge: Marnie! Nathan Versus! Fantomas! Lance Leonard! Josh Violence! Max Macbeth! Erm, excuse me.... I think I'm gonna be *HIC* sick....

He then lets out a righteous burp that seemingly shakes the camera. Woodbridge calms down, sits back down on the bench, the empty beer cans and smashed bottles strewn about the room.

Woodbridge: Oh, I seem to have forgotten one final beer.

Woodbridge holds up a can of Budweiser, his personal favorite. He turns it around in his hand, looking at it and swaying a bit. He straightens himself up and stares straight at the camera with a serious expression on his otherwise jolly face.

Woodbridge: COWARDS! This Bud is for you!

The camera fades out on Woodbridge chugging the beer like a champ. A future champion of CCW, perhaps?

[Adzer]

The camera shows the Scum of Onslaught Simon Summers in the door of the lockeroom looking out into the hallway, he's watching all the staff preparing for the main event, he's looking at other stars of Onslaught and Unleashed, each with concerned looks on the faces and anxiousness about the upcoming melee.

Simon walks back into the lockeroom and closes the door, he looks at a magazine that was sitting on one of the benches, he picks it up and looks at it, the magazine is the latest CCW magazine showcasing the talent that is entering into the melee match, he opens the first page to see the six men that CCW magazine have highlighted as favourites.

Summers: "Nathan Versus, 6'3", 252 pounds, 2 time former Heavyweight Champion, chances of winning 92%"

Summers flicks over the page to the next favourite.

Summers: "JD Wheeler, 5'11", 198 pounds, 2 time former Global Heavyweight Champion, chances of winning 90%"

He looks across to the opposite page.

Summers: "Josh Violence, 6'4", 315 pounds, Current World Heavyweight Champion, chances of winning 90%"

Flicks to the next page.

Summers: "Marcus Knight, 5'11", 235 pounds, former Global Heavyweight Champion, possible current, chances of winning 75%"

He again looks over across to the opposite page.

Summers: "Lance Leonard, 6'4", 256 pounds, former World Heavyweight Champion, chances of winning 88%"

He turns the to the next page to see the last competitor, a smile appears on Simon's face as he looks at the competitor, the camera pans around to see that he is the 6th competitor, but it is clearly Summers head from the rejects section of the magazine been cut out and pasted onto British Lions body.

Summers: "I knew I'd make it, and I have a 84% chance of winning, not as high as I thought it was gonna be, but it's still gonna be my night, you'll all see. Simon Summers is going to Night of the Immortals as the champion"

The cameraman has to correct him, as usual.

Cameraman: "Challenger."

Summers: "What?"

Cameraman: "Challenger, you'd be going to NOTI as the challenger"

Summers: "Challenger to what?"

Cameraman: "Thats a wrap!!"

The camera quickly fades to black before Simon can make more of a fool of himself.

[+Donald $. Carlos+]

A camera fades in from black, & opens up on a shot of a corridor in the backstage area.

A table is set up, with various CCW officials sitting behind it . . . a grated metal container sitting along the top of the table, with several numbered ping pong balls inside. One of the officials begins to crank the handle of the container, & it spins in a clockwise fashion . . . forcing the balls to tumble over one another, until it comes to a complete stop.

The camera zooms in on the persons hand as it then reaches inside, & grasps one of the balls . . . zooming out as he removes his hand from the rectangular hole in the north side of the container, & refocusing on the man who is about to take possession of the ball. The number is unidentifiable, however . . .

Georgy Moscow: "I thank you, my compadre. Bingo is . . . how you say . . . a source of great fun in my homeland."

The man simply shakes his head, & hands the ball to Moscow with a sigh . . . immediately hanging his head down to scratch the mans name off of a list, before turning to the other man at his left. Moscow looks confused . . .

Moscow: "Where is my card, sir?"

Official: "Just take the ball, & leave . . ."

Moscow: "OK. I come back, later . . ."

Official: "Yeah, you do that."

Moscow flashes a smile, cradles the ball in his right fist, & walks off to leave the men to their own devices . . . disappearing around a nearby right corner, & whistling a tune as he heads off toward what one can ony assume is the locker room area.

CRACK!

Just before the screen is about to fade out, however, a Kendo stick appears from the left side of the screen . . . catching Moscow in the bridge of the nose, & dropping him instantly to the linoleum floor in a crumpled heap.

Violence: "Fucker . . ."

"The X-Rated Superstar" strolls into the picture, & forces the camera to refocus on a full-bodied shot of him . . . twirling his weapon of choice around like a cop would a nightstick, & giving the unconscious Russian one last shot to the face for good measure. He then clears his throat, & bends down to take possesion of Moscow's number . . . whistling upon taking it in, & turning back to face where Moscow had just come from.

Violence: "Excuse me!"

The group of men immediately stop what they're doing, & look up cautiously toward Violence . . . letting him know that they're ready to do his bidding, whatever that may be, without a hint of hesitation.

Violence: "It appears as though Mr. Moscow has been rendered . . . "incapable" . . . of competing in tonight's Melee. If you don't mind, I'd like to take his place."

The officials huddle together, & converse amongst themselves for a few seconds before one of them chooses to speak up:

Official #2: "Yes, but . . . Mr. Violence . . ."

Violence: "I'm sorry! That wasn't a question . . . or even an idea. It's going to happen, one way or another . . . so I suggest you make the necessary changes to that sheet."

Official #2: "Yes sir . . ."

All the men immediately hang their heads downward to do as Violence says, & he chuckles as a result . . . placing the ping pong ball inside the front right pocket of his jeans, & the Kendo stick against his right shoulder as though he were a hobo, before strolling off-screen. He is whistling the same tune as Moscow had before the assault . . . which is barely audible, before the screen ultimately:

Fades 2 Black . . .

[novaho]

The scene opens in the arena hallway with the camera staring at a wall.

Voice: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time....

All of a sudden a familiar face popss his head out from the side of the camera. Jerome has a huge grin on his face.

Jerome Novaho: ....me. "The Neutron Star" Jerome Novaho. You see I don't need Dean Stewart to introduce me, I can do it all by myself. Come on lets go for a walk.

Jerome starts to walk off down the hallway and the camera begins to follow.

Jerome Novaho: You know on the last edition of Onslaught you probably all saw what went down in my title match against J-Man, and if you didn't don't worry it's old news now anyway. Ah look who it is Mr. Downing getting ready for his match in the rumble tonight.

As the camera turns to the side we see Downing streching for his match.

Jerome Novaho: Come on lets go get an interview.

Jerome walks over to Matt.

Jerome Novaho: Hey old buddy a quick word. How do you feel going into your first match in CCW tonight?

Matt looks confused but goes to answer the question.

Matt Downing: Well I must say....

Jerome Novaho: And that's enough shit from you. lets go now.

Jerome and the camera quickly walk away from Downing and head into Jerome's locker room. Jerome now sits in front of the camera and begins to speak.

Jerome Novaho: You know guys, tonight is a big night. Not just for me but for every member of the CCW roster. Firstly I have to get in the ring with 2 men who want nothing more than to become the number 1 contender for that American title. Sure I have had my chances at that title but I want another one. Who doesn't want another shot at a title they have never held before? So T-Rex and Full Metal Jack you guys best be on your A-game tonight because you boys are going to need it. Now for the....hold on a sec....

Jerome looks as if he heard something familiar and leaves the scene for a second.

Jerome Novaho: Ok where was I? Oh yeah. Finally tonight you guys are going to see something the we have never done before. You are going to see 30 of CCW's best wrestlers all going head-to-head to get a shot and their world champion come Night of the Immortals 2. So after tonight who knows you might just see me against this man one more time.

J-Man then walks into the scene with the CCW Global Heavyweight title wrapped around his waist. As the camera zooms in on the title the scene begins to fade.

[President Skroob]

Some time earlier in the week.

The camera opens on a shot of the living room of someone's house. The room has some semi-decent furnishings....ah no one cares about that. Moving on.

The camera pans over to a familiar figure pacing back in forth: JD Wheeler. So apparently we're in the Wheeler household. After a few seconds of pacing, the front door swings open and in walks JD's friend and fellow participant in the CCW Melee: Full Metal Jack.

JD: Doesn't anyone knock anymore? Jack come over here and sit down.

Jack does just that and sits down on the couch.

FMJ: So why did you ask me over here?

JD: One reason Jack. Now in a few days you, me, Danny, and Steve will all be in the CCW Melee match. Of course, it should be you, Steve, and Danny only. I should be facing J-Man for the title at the PPV. (Looks up into the heavens) I'm being screwed with again!! Anyway, I wanted to make sure you were prepared for this match Jack.

FMJ: Why?

JD: Because you may enter the ring long before any of the rest of us do. And this can be a pretty dangerous match if you're not fully prepared. Anyone can take you out at anytime. So I'm gonna teach you everything I know about this kind of match so you will be ready for anything that comes. Now before we begin, tell me everything you know about wrestling.

FMJ: Oh...well lets see here. I know you are a 2-time Global Heavyweight champion.

JD: (Smiles) Oh well of course, naturally. That's like the basics of the basics. Everyone knows that one. But it's good sign that you do know that. What else?

Jack goes into deep thought for about 20 seconds before coming up with an answer.

FMJ: CCW spelled backwards is WCC.

The smile quickly disappears from JD's face.

JD: Is that it?

FMJ: Pretty much.

JD sighs heavily.

JD: (Sarcastic) Well this shouldn't take much time. Alright then, lets begin. Now well start slow and work our way up to the advanced stuff. I'll start you of easy one. All you have to do is identify the object that doesn't belong.

JD heads over to the coffee table in front of the couch. He reaches down pulls out a CCW ring playset now available on CCWShop.com. He places it on the coffee table in front of Jack. JD then pulls out a JD Wheeler action figure also available on CCWShop.com. He places the amazingly awesome action figure next to the ring. JD then reaches down to pull out the final object: an apple. He places the apple next to the awesome action figure. JD then looks at Jack.

JD: Alright then. Which doesn't belong in this group?

Jack looks over the three objects.

FMJ: (Unsure) The um........uhhhh........theeee.......ummmmm.......I-I think.........maybe.............the...............apple?

JD: Very good Jack.

A smug look comes across the face of Jack.....he's very proud of himself.

JD: OK lets move on to something a little bit more difficult.

JD gets up and walks over to a chalkboard placed across the room.

JD: What I want you to do is the match the following.

JD picks up the piece of chalk and writes down three names:


1. Nathan Versus


2. J-Man


3. Cowards


JD looks back at Jack.

JD: OK now I'm gonna write down three things, and you got to match them to the right person.

FMJ: Got it.

JD turns back to the chalk board and writes down three words next to the names:


A. Canada


B. New York


C. Egg


JD looks back at Jack.

JD: OK match then. Match the wrestler to where they're from.

Jack looks at the board for some time. He rubs his head a couple times and it appears he is generally stumped. JD notices this and decides to help him out.

JD: It's OK Jack. Here, let me show you.

JD takes the chalk and draws a line connecting Nathan Versus to New York and a line connecting J-Man to Canada. He leaves the last one alone.

JD: Alright then. Finish the last one.

FMJ: Ummm.........Cowards to the.........uhhhhh...........

JD: Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me.

FMJ: Don't rush me here. Ummm......to the...........egg?

JD: (To himself) Thank God you're at least strong. (To Jack) Correct.

FMJ: Sweetness!

JD draws a line connecting Cowards to the egg.

JD: (Sighs) This will take a few days.

Camera fades to black.

[Andy_3:16]

The camera opens up with Shawn Greene, who is in the back preparing for the huge 30 Man Melee. Stretching with his back turned to the camera, Shawn begins to talk.

Shawn: Night Of The Immortals. The night where history is made. The night where champions are crowned. The night, where you get a shot at the CCW championship. The night, where I make history.

Shawn turns to the camera with a serious look on his face.

Shawn: Last year, at the first Night Of The Immortals, I participated in the CCW American Championship Open to crown the first American champion. I went on to lose the match, thanks to the chicken shit that is Cowards. But now, I have the chance to challenge the CCW champion in the main event at Night Of The Immortals. By doing that, I must go through twenty-nine other men; men who want that title shot so badly. But if they want that title shot, they must go through me.

The camera zooms in a bit.

Shawn: Looking at the participants in this Rumble, we have some huge names going in. We got JD Wheeler, Lance Leonard and the rest of the Monsters Of Pro Wrestling, Thomas Richards. You got Paul Hill, "Big Daddy" Josh Violence, and of course, Nathan Versus. That is tough competition right there. Then you have the guys who don't stand a chance, like Fantomas, T-Rex, and Simon Summers. We got others, but that doesn't really matter. I know most of the big guys have won the title before, and I know they want to win it again, but they need to realize something.

The camera zooms in a bit more.

Shawn: They may have been the champions before, but you see, their time is up. It's my time now. I will roll through, throw out every single fucking competitor I can, and I will win this Rumble, and I will challenge the champion in the main event. It's my fucking destiny. It's my time to win the big one. It's my time to shine.

Tonight is my night.

The camera zooms in on Shawn's face, and he walks away. The camera follows him as he walks off, as the screen fades to black.

[stevenuk1]

For RMW.com before the show.

Nick Kelly: Tonight at CCW Resurrection the first ever CCW 30 Man Melee match will be produced right out in the ring, tonight we have greats in the match and would like to run through them and show people watching this who has the best chance of winning.

As the production team go to show a video a limo pulls up behind Nick Kelly, the door opens and Bulldog walks out with a bag over his shoulder.

Nick Kelly: Ok hold the video, Bulldog has just arrived... Bulldog may we have a word?

Bulldog: Sure, shoot Bulldog gets out his Street Fight title from the limo and closes the door.

Kelly: Its been a while since we have seen you in CCW, whats been going on and do you have a match tonight?

Bulldog: I have taken some time of to nurse some injury's I have picked up being the best champion I can be, and yes I am in the rumble match tonight.

Kelly: What do you think your chances are in the melee since you haven't seen any action in a while?

Bulldog: Even if I hadn't been in a wrestling ring in years I still believe that I have one hell of a chance! Why you ask? Well I have been the best champion in the Street Fight league and have proved time and time again that I can beat the best there is! This will be no different, weather I have to go up against Unleashed's finest or Onslaught's either way Bulldog will be putting his best in to this match to show the top guns that I'm not going to mess around with this chance and show that Bulldog is back and not going to let anyone push me around!

Kelly: So this is Bulldog back in action and wanting the chance to go on to see the CCW Champion at Night Of The Immortals 2?

Bulldog: Thats right Nick, Bulldog is bigger and better now and wanting that top title to go along with this lovely Street Fight championship.

Bulldog walks off in to the arena, while Nick Carry's on.

Kelly: Well that was Bulldog, good luck to him and everyone in the match, now back to the show.

Screen fades to black.

[President Skroob]

The camera opens on a shot of Onslaught GM Stone Cold Steve Austin in his office drinking a beer and looking over some papers. Soon, a knock is heard at the door.

Stone Cold: (Without looking up.) Come in.

The door can be heard swinging open. Seconds later, Melee participant JD Wheeler enters the shot. Stone Cold looks up to see his guest and lets out a small sigh.

Stone Cold: Ah hell. At least you knocked this time. What the hell do you want now son?

Wheeler: I need some information. You see, last week Adam Matthews and myself nearly killed ourselves in that street fight that you set up. Now, normally I would bash Matthews brains in just for the hell of it, but this was for something much more important: a shot at the Global Heavyweight champion at Resurrection. Now, obviously that match didn't have a clear cut winner...which is total bullshit to begin with, but that's not the point. For some reason, instead of naming me the #1 contender or hell even making the match against J-Man a triple threat match with Matthews included, you name Marcus Knight of all people the new #1 contender. I mean seriously....what....the....FUCK?!

Stone Cold just laughs to himself.

Stone Cold: Are you never happy?

Wheeler: What's that suppose to mean?

Stone Cold: You got what you wanted son: a spot in the Melee match. That was the reason you came barging in my office two weeks ago wasn't it?

Wheeler: Well yeah but....

Stone Cold: (Interrupting) What?

Wheeler: Yeah but....

Stone Cold: (Interrupting again) What?

Wheeler: STOP THAT!!

Stone Cold: Well let me tell you, it still wasn't easy convincing the suits over at CCW Headquarters to put you in the Melee match. They wanted Adam Matthews in the match instead.

Wheeler: What am I suppose to thank you or something? Because I'm not. I should be facing J-Man for the title tonight.

Stone Cold: But then you wouldn't be in the Melee.

Wheeler: Well then explain how in the holiest of fucks Marcus Knight is also in the Melee? How the FUCK is he getting TWO chances at the title?!! And while we're on that subject, I think I should have a chat with the Unleashed GM as well. How did Thomas Richards also get in the Melee? Even more stunning, how the fuck did Josh Violence, already the Heavyweight champion for Christ's sake, get in the match too? Is Unleashed really lacking in talent that bad?! Or are all you people trying to screw with my head some more?!!

Stone Cold: You need to calm down son. Here...have a beer.

Stone Cold presents Wheeler with a can of beer. Wheeler looks at the beer for a second, then at Stone Cold. He takes a few steps back, looks around the room, and starts rubbing the temples of his head. He looks like he's about to lose it.

Wheeler: I-I-I.....I'm really losing here. M-My mind feels like it's gonna pop.

Stone Cold: Well how about this then? How about you quit your crying, go out to the ring, win the Melee, and then you will get your title shot? Sound good son?

Wheeler eyes Stone Cold.

Wheeler: Fine. I'll play y'all's head games for now. I guess it doesn't really matter. My victory in the Melee is a foregone conclusion. No one else in the match can hold a candle to JD Wheeler. You're looking at CCW's main eventer for Night of the Immortals.

Wheeler starts to head out the door.

Stone Cold: Glad you see things are way Wheeler. Maybe some day you can repay the favor.

Wheeler stops in his tracks. He turns back to Stone Cold.

Wheeler: What the hell does that mean?

Stone Cold: The big boys want you to repay them for letting you in the Melee match. That was the only way I could get them to let you in the match.

Wheeler: You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Stone Cold: Ah relax son. They said it wouldn't be anything big at all. In fact, it was barely worth mentioning. But I have no clue when they will call in the favor. It could be a year from now...five months....three weeks.....

Unknown Voice: Or NOW!!!!!

Wheeler: Huh?

Wheeler turns around to see a fist heading straight for him.

SMACK!!!

The punch connects with Wheeler's jaw, sending him to his knees. He clutches his chin in pain as he looks up to see his attacker.

Wheeler: Shit...god dammit....WHAT THE HELL MAN?!!!!

The camera pans over to see the attacker is Full Metal Jack. Jack just stands there while Wheeler continues to rub his jaw. Wheeler goes to say something, then recalls something a few weeks ago.

Wheeler: Oh yeah...that. OK then. So are we even now finally?

FMJ: Yeah we're even buddy.

Jack extends his hand for Wheeler. Wheeler accepts and Jack helps him to his feet.

Wheeler: You nearly knocked my jaw off.

FMJ: Sorry about that. I guess I don't my own strength sometimes.

Wheeler: No that's good. Use that aggression in your matches tonight. Now run off and see if Steve and Danny are good to go for tonight.

FMJ: No problem.

Jack heads out the door.

Stone Cold: You know...I think I could get four trained chimps to do your group's jobs but it would be a waste of four perfectly good trained chimps.

Wheeler: (To himself) Yeah but I think it would be a nice vacation for them out of your bedroom.

Stone Cold: What?

Wheeler: Nothing.

Wheeler heads out the door with a smile on his face while Stone Cold goes back to whatever the hell he was doing.

Camera fades to black.

[Moeru Toukon]

INT.BACKSTAGE

Lion leaves a room, with a plaque marking 'Lottery Office' across the doorway. In his hand he holds a ball. Walking down the corridor he turns the corner to bump into Adam Machiavelli. Staring at the ball in his hand and then moving his eyes up to Lion's, he grins and looks down his nose at him.

Lion: You goin' to stand there staring at me all day...or do I have to move you out the way?

Machiavelli: You don't have to do anything. Enjoy tonight's festivities. Don't feel too bad if you don't win the title from 'Big Daddy', there's always next time.

Lion chuckles and then squares up to the taller man

Lion: I know you like pain, Adam. I can inflict more than anyone, maybe we should do that some time?

Machiavelli: I would like that.

Lion: Think of it as a Christmas present from me to you. In return, all I need is for you to send this to Joshy.

Lion smacks Machiavelli in the jaw, who falls onto the floor and mounts him to deliver multiple blows to his head. From round the corner, Bret Hart sees the assault and pulls Lion off, Machiavelli getting up and wiping blood from his mouth with a grin.

Hart: What's going on here?

Lion: I was giving Adam his Christmas present.

Machiavelli laughs and walks away, out of sight. Hart prods Lion hard in the chest and shakes his head.

Hart: You're going to have to watch your back now, Tom. Body Count don't take those kind of things lightly.

Lion: Good.

Lion walks away down the corridor.

[JimmyJackJericho]

The camera opens at the arena, with Hill apparently busting out a set of Hindu Squats. As he does so, a huge, monster of a man stands behind him. Sensing a presence, Hill stops, towels his face, then turns around.

Hill: What the fuck do you want, Lurch?

Man: I'd watch my mouth if I were you, son.

Hill: Watch it now: What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want?

The behemoth closes the distance between himself and Hill, and stares down at the smaller man.

Man: In case you haven't been watching, my name is Jimmie Bones. I kinda run things on Onslaught.

Hill: Yeah, I know who you are, you dumb fuck. What you still haven't answered my question though.

Bones: I came to give you a friendly warning. Don't get in my way tonight. Tonight is about me. I'm taking what's been mine since I decided I wanted it. I've seen you getting bitchslapped around Unleashed, and I figured I'd spare you any more misery. Cross me tonight, son, and you'll have more to worry about than a title shot.

Hill keeps his eyes locked on Bones. He laughs then begins to walk away.

Hill: See you out there, champ.

[Wassuppmann786]

Note: This promo also counts for my promo in the Triple Threat match for the #1 contendership of the North American Championship
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The camera opens to a shot of Dean Stewart backstage somewhere standing beside and ready to give an interview to 'The War Machine' T-Rex

Dean: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me tonight is the former World Tag Team Champion, 'The War Machine' T-Rex.

Boos are herd in the arena

Dean: Now T-Rex, tonight you'll be participating in The 1st Annual 30-Man, Over The Top Rope, CCW Melee Match, in which the winner will receive a World Title shot against their respective brand's champion. What are your thoughts?

T-Rex: You see Dean, all my career I have been known as a pointless Jobber, the guy who's here only to put people over, the CCW equivalent to Funaki, but tonight that will all change. Because tonight I will win the 30 man Melee, and prove to everyone that I am the greatest superstar in CCW and finally take my place in history as the greatest Professional Wrestler to have ever graced the surface of this plebeian sphere. If my career was a stage, than this match would be it's spotlight.

Dean: O.K, but you have to agree with me that the fact that you have to face 29 other superstars is a huge disadvantage on your part.

T-Rex: Bullshit. Facing 29 other men is nothing compared things I have done in my life. I've once climbed Mount Everest with nothing but a pick and the clothes on my back. I've slept in the Jungles of the Amazon unafraid of Jaguars and Snakes. I've entered a cage filled with over a dozen lions and came out without a scratch on me. I've stared at death right in the face, and spit in his eye. Why? Because I'm just that damn good. So don't you tell me I can't handle 29 other men, because I could beat those punks with my eyes shut.

Dean: Now T-Rex, you'll also be competing in a Triple Threat Match against Jerome Novaho and Full Mental Jack to determine the #1 contender of the North American Championship. What are your thoughts on this match?

T-Rex: My thoughts are that after tonight, I'll be leaving the building as the #1 contender for both the North American and Global Championship. I'm facing a retard who wants to suck JD Wheeler's two inch pecker and a guy who compares himself to a luminous ball of gas, I'm a shoe-in to win. Sure they might be stronger and quicker then me, but I got something they severely lack, Brains. You see, to be a champion, you don't have to be the strongest, you don't have to be the fastest, but you do have have to be the smartest.

Dean: Are there any last words you like to say before we leave.

T-Rex: Yeah, I do have some I'd like to share with everybody. (T-Rex's attention changes to the camera) People, take a good look, because after The Night of Immortals II, I'll have both the North American and Global Championship around my waist, and you can Believe That! And also, I can god damn grantee you that tonight, someone will feel the GORE!

T-Rex walks out of the scene as the camera Fades 2 Black

[President Skroob]

The camera opens on a shot of Steve Corona in the DJ locker room talking to someone on his phone. Near him, Danny Ray is busy stretching and preparing for the Melee match.

Steve: Oh well this is great news. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear it.......Alright I'll tell him. Bye.

Steve hangs up the phone right as JD Wheeler enters in the locker room.

Steve: Ah JD, just the man I wanted to see. I've got some good news and some bad news.

JD: Alright then.

Steve: I just talked to Amy and she says she's finally recovered from her injuries. She'll be coming back next week.

JD:.........What's the good news?

Steve: Well she's coming.....

Steve stops for a second and rethinks what JD just said. He shakes his head a little before continuing.

Steve: She needs you to pick her up at the airport. She'll be on a very early flight and won't be arriving 'til 8 am.

JD: (Sarcastic) Perfect. Fine I'll pick her up. Can't see why she couldn't get a rental car.

At this moment, Danny has quit his stretching and walks over to the two.

Danny: Well just don't think about that right now.

JD: Good point. Y'all ready for tonight? I need y'all at a hundred percent out there.

Danny: Yeah we're all ready. And I don't want to hear anymore crap about what happened last time. It was fluke. Plain and simple.

Steve: Well if you spent as much time training as you do trying to con people out of their money, you would've lasted longer.

Danny: Well maybe you could've still won it for us, but like with the ladies, you can never seem to go the distance.

Steve: Oh is that so? Maybe spending all of JD's money has left you a little soft in the ring.

JD: Wait...what?

Danny: And maybe you should stop ease dropping on JD's dates because you can never get one on your own.

JD: Huh?

Steve: You want a piece of me Leech Man?!

Danny: I'm right here my dateless amigo!

Steve leaps at Danny and both go crashing down on the floor. While they're trading blows, JD watches them for a few seconds before finally deciding to pull them apart.

JD: Alright! Knock it off right now!

After a few seconds of struggling, JD finally separates the two.

JD: Now focus gentlemen. There will be no brawling right now. We're not in a match and we're not at a wedding. We need to work as a team, remember?

Danny: Yeah OK...sorry man.

Steve: Yeah sorry.

JD: That's better. Now y'all go get your numbers.

The camera follows Steve and Danny out the door. After a few moments and few turns down a couple of hallways, we see the lottery drawing room in the distance. Steve and Danny are about to head towards the door, but they stop in their tracks. The camera pans over to see them watching "The Lion" Thomas Richards and Adam Machiavelli having a little conversation outside the room. After the Richards punches Machiavelli and Machiavelli walks away laughing, Danny leans over to Steve.

Danny: Those "Stay in School" ads no longer seem pointless huh?

Steve: Maybe you will last longer this time.

Danny: Oh you wanna start that again?

Steve: Just making a comment.

Danny: How about I make a comment all over your face?

Steve: What the hell does that mean?

We better fade to black before we have to listen to anymore.

Camera fades to black.

[smirnoffgriffin]

A camera fades in from black, & opens up on a shot of CCW Superstar Balistic.

The crowd pops rather loudly upon recognizing him, which is audible from inside the arena, as he repositions his body along the concrete floor of his locker room . . . placing his taped knuckles down against it, & using them to support his body as he begins a series of push-ups . . .

Balistic: "Tonight . . . a 30 Man Melee match. The winner . . . receives a shot at his brands respective World Championship. The odds . . . are obviously stacked against me."

Balistic stops in mid-motion, & places his left arm behind his back . . . gently pushing down with the knuckles on his lone right fist, before extending the arm until it is completely vertical. Only then does he continue:

Balistic: "But as the old adage states . . . it's win, or go home. Live, or let die . . . kill, or be killed.

I've experienced success, before . . . as one half of the Global Tag Team Champions . . . but I'll be God DAMNED if that's all I amount to in this business!"

Balistic lets out a mighty bellow as he pushes upward for the last repetition . . . immediately pushing up to a vertical base, & beginning to stretch his arms back against his neck & shoulders, before picking up where he had so abruptly left off:

Balistic: "So, Unleashed . . . Onslaught . . . & whomever ends up as World Heavyweight Champion by the end of the evening . . . I suggest you take note of what I'm about to say. Because no matter what I have to do to ensure a victory for myself . . . it will be done.

Whether the fans agree with what I do, or not . . . I'm afraid to say that it doesn't matter a whole lot to me, right now. This will be my 2nd chance to gain a shot at the most prestigious prize in the industry, today . . . & for me to blow it a 2nd time can't say anything good about my character, or lackthereof."

Balistic walks up close to the camera lens, & pulls it in toward his eyes . . . keeping it fixated on the anger veins that begin to show through the whites of his pupils, before finishing with one last thought:

Balistic: "So when I go out to that ring, & dispose of 29 other pieces of trash to claim what is rightfully mine . . . you'll all learn to revere the name of Balistic. And those of you who already know me can tell you that Balistic isn't just my name . . .

. . . it's what happens, when things don't go MY WAY!"

Balistic screams his signature catchphrase, & his eyes widen with ferocity clearly present . . . maintaining the attention of not only the cameraman, but the people watching from home, before the screen ultimately:

Fades 2 Black . . .

[carter007]

Camera cuts backstage as we see the CCW American Champion Chris 6yxx grinning ear to ear

Chorus of Boos

6yxx: Ladies and Gentlemen take a good look at the future...take a good look at history.

Boos stream out

6yxx: Tonight is a night of history because "The Enigma" will become the first EVER winner of the melee at tonights pay per view along with being the American Champion.

6yxx: What's so fitting is that this PPV is entitled "Resurrection" and believe this...ever since the debut of "The Enigma", CCW has become resurrected and tonight...my time begins...BELIEVE THAT!!!

[Mr-Brightside]

INT. Poorly lit dressing room

We are presented with a shot of absolute darkness. Not a sound to be heard, not sight to be seen. The shot is maintained as still nothing appears to be happening…

“…Click.” On comes a light and starring directly at his own reflection is a very, very manic looking Mad Max Macbeth.

Upon seeing what, at this point, looks like a somewhat rejuvenated archangel, the crowd let off a very audible pop for their one time national champion. Inhaling like a man seemingly with a lot to contemplate, he prepares to speak…

Macbeth: (Cigarette in mouth and beads of condesation dripping down the side of his face) Game; Set; Match; Mad Max Macbeth[/I]

At the sound of those 6 very familiar words, the in attendence crowd lets off an even more audible eruption than their initial offering. Before speaking again, Macbeth drags back on the cigarette butt hanging haphazardly from his mouth before raising his hand and allowing it to settle between his index and forefingers…

Macbeth: Game…Set…Match…Mad Max Mac-Fucking-Beth…

…So, plebs, pussies, bell-ends and fuck-ups, the time has come for the archangel to take flight…to take flight and descend upon the cesspool of nothing that is CCW…the cesspool of nothing that he claimed would, by this time, be very much his…

…(Taking another drag of the cigarette)…

…well, CCW, things haven’t exactly went to plan, now have they?

Macbeth lets off an ironic giggle before, once again inhaling, on the cigarette butt he’s been constantly masagaing through his fingers for the segment’s entirety…

Macbeth: (Smile, fades to smirk, smirk becomes scowl)… Well, CCW, tonight, all that changes…that’s an uncle-fucking Max Fact…

…No more Al, the walking, talking hick-fuck, Woodbridge to sidetrack my ascendancy; no more roaring lions to show me how to play in the dirt; no more checks for alien sources of life attempting to consume liquid matter from the body whenever I find myself in the presence of the innovator of shite and his pet bitch. No. Fucking. More.…

…Tonight, plebs and pussies, it’s all about the chosen one. It’s all about the dove from above[/b]. It’s all about, the archangel.. Tonight, CC-fucking-W, it’s all about Max Macbeth once again taking his rightful place as CCW’s, first[/b]…(knowing what’s coming, the in attendance crowd join in with the next two of the three now famous words)… last[/b]… and only[/b]…

…It’s true, CCW, I haven’t quite been myself in recent times and it would be true to say that some time ago a little piece of me died…

…well, CCW, tonight marks the resurrection of that piece and unfortunately, CCW, and that means C-C-W, that’s your ass…

Macbeth takes a final drag of now almost caput cigarette before extinguishing the butt on his left palm. Standing upright, he places his right hand out of shot and brings them back into shot holding his trademark aviators…

…at the mere sight, the crowd once again let off a more than audible eruption…

…Macbeth places the shades over his frenzied eyes and stands clamly before closing out in the exact same way he led in. Once again, the in attendenc, and at this point extremely rowdy crowd, join him…

Macbeth:Game; Set; Match; Mad Max Macbeth… (crowd pop)

Before leaving the room Macbeth puts on his archangel jacket and turns his back to camera. In doing so, the final image to be seen by all is that of the trademarked archangel.

A click is heard as the screen instantly turns to black.

[FrighTy]

Fade in on the Wh_ sitting in the locker room, apprehensive.

The Wh_: You know, I'd like to think that I've already fulfilled my goal here in CCW. I took a hard stand against the brainless goons that wanted me as a laid-back, go with the flow, kind of guy. That wasn't me. And it affected my work. I began to lose to people who would normally crumble to their knees if they crossed me outside of the ring. So I took up a position and readied for the impending Revolution.

I formed a group of individuals as fed up with the status quo as I was, and together, we shook Onslaught to its corrupted core. The status quo disappeared in a matter of moments and The Revolution ruled the ring.

The Wh_ lookes down and shakes his head.

The Wh_: Losing the CCW Global title was perhaps the best thing that could have happened to me. Not because I didn't feel I wanted or deserved it any longer, but because it made me realize that I had let the belt that I wore around my waist overtake the ideals that I had in my mind.

And it gave me that hunger again. The hunger that drives men to greatness.

Confidence gained, the Wh_ stands tall.

The Wh_: CCW, tonight I take another stand. Not to change the business. Not to gain balance in the system, nor to give deserving guys a chance.

I'm taking a stand for myself. And if I have to go through 29 other men, you better damn well believe there will be 29 Wheelers, Scums, Lions, and Monsters by the end of the match sulking back to their dressing rooms with nothing to show for their efforts but their torn and battered bodies and egos.

Tonight marks a new beginning for the Revolution. More importantly, tonight marks a brand new reign of blood over wrestling.

Fade