CCW Onslaught (11/24/06)

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The Onslaught video package plays across the screen, interlacing past matches and profiles of some of the major players of Onslaught while "Best of You" youtube.com/watch?v=Pd_p1A7WVNs plays. When the package has run its course, pyro shoots up and the camera pans across the audience packed into the Joe Louis Arena as they cheer loudly. It eventually cuts to the hosts of the show.

Josh Mathews "Welcome to another episode of Onslaught, five days removed from what has proven to be a monumental pay-per-view, Brutal Encounter."

Dean Malenko "Indianapolis will never be the same, Josh. But tonight proves to be one for the ages as well."

Josh Mathews "I agree. We've got Shawn Greene taking on Jimmie Bones and in our main event, a match that was supposed to be at Brutal Encounter, but due to a personal issue, had to be rescheduled for tonight."

Dean Malenko "Personally, I can't wait to see Amy and Sophia get it on. Those two girls have two traits I look for - tenacity and beauty."

Josh Mathews "We've also got J-Man victory speech over The Revolution's leader, The Wh_...."

"Burn In My Light" blasts on the PA system and the crowd is on their feet and the arena soon floods with boos

Camera zooms in on the figure approaching the rampway and that figure turns out to be none other than the newly crowned American champion "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx

Matthews: Now what is he doing out here? This is the man that screwed three other men of their title hopes at Brutal Encounter.

Malenko: What are you talking about Josh? Don't put down "The Enigma" After all, he IS the American Champion.

6yxx has the American championship strapped around his waist as he stretches out his arms and lets the pyro rain down behind him

He then makes his way to the apron and hops on the turnbuckle and unstraps his title and flashes it to the crowd as the cameras flash around him

6yxx: Now...

6yxx stops as he soaks in all the boos from the crowd

6yxx: Go ahead and let it out of your system! It still wont do you any damn good!!!

Boos still ring out

6yxx: Because the fact remains that "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx is the American Heavyweight Champion. You know lets have a look at the footage from Brutal Encounter.

The titantron shows 6yxx landing a low blow to Novaho and nailing the 6yxxteen Candles for the pin

6yxx is seen grinning from ear to ear with the title draped over his shoulder as the crowd continues to bombard him with boos

6yxx: You know ever since this title has been established, it has been in the hands of forgettable and pitiful wrestlers. People such as Gabe Griffin, Abass, Shawn Greene, and even Joshua James! NOW the title is in the hands of somebody who is making thie title the most prestigious in all of CCW.

6yxx: And what better way to celebrate my historical moment in CCW history then by a having a good ol' celebration. Let the Revolution reign supreme!! Hit it!

Suddenly the song "Celebrate" by the Village People comes on and the arena is raining confetti and 6yxx is in the ring posing with the title

6yxx: You see nobody cares about J-Man's pathetic showing or even Shane Paul getting an ugly win. The ONLY highlight at CCW Brutal Encounter was watching their most talented superstar and best looking wrestler become North American Champion.

6yxx: Jerome Novaho, Josh James, Shawn Greene, Nathan Versus, J-Man, Griffin Young, feast your eyes on the fuckin future of this company...Chris....6yxx!! BELIEVE THAT!!

6yxx drops the mic and poses his way to the back as he heckles the crowd. Suddenly, "Just Stop" begins to play and the crowd explodes. Joshua James comes out with a mic while Chris watches, unimpressed. He walks down and gets into the ring.

JJ: Do my ears deceive me? Did you just compare yourself to past winners of that title? Hold on, I've got to let this register because my brain refuses to accept it. You wanna know the reason why you've got that title around your waist? It's not because of any talent you think you may have, because there's none. It all comes down to luck.

JJ: Chris, you were lucky and nothing more. Hell, you didn't even pin me. So, I say you put your money where your big mouth is and give me a title shot right no....

"Crawl Through Knives" begins to play as things become interesting and Jerome Novaho makes an appearance, walking down all smiles and slapping hands until he reaches the ring. Once in, he raises the mic he brought with him to accost both men.

Novaho: I don't mean no disrespect to you, Joshua, but if anyone deserves a match against Chris, it's me, the Neutron Star. I was the one was pinned, so I've got more to prove than you. And if 6yxx wants to put the title on the line, it only makes the pleasure of beating him sweeter. You've already had your day in the sun, Joshua, but the Neutron Star shines brighter and stronger. So, if you'll just step aside...

JJ: No! I am no pushover.

Novaho: I ain't saying you are.

JJ: Could have fooled me. Look, if you want a matchwith 6yxx after I've won the title back, you're more than welcome, but not before. That title is mine.

6yxx: You know, it's funny to watch Amos and Andy argue over who's going to face me, but I got your answer right here - no one. It'll be a cold day in hell before I let either of you near this title. You see, I am the best wrestler with a title in CCW and I am the future and if you can't see that now, you will soon. Boys?

Out of nowhere, T-Rex and Fantomas slide into the ring and all three men attack Jerome and Joshua. They try to fight their way free, but the Revolution has them outnumbered and are soon beating down on both men. Chris shakes hands with his partners and bends over, looking at both men while screaming.

6yxx: NEVER! NEVER!

All three men get out of the ring and laugh as they make their way up the ramp.

Mathews: Chris 6yxx, along with his Revolution members, unceremoniously tell where Joshua James and Jerome Novaho can put their hopes of facing him in the near future.

Malenko: I can't imagine either man are willing to take no for an answer, Josh.

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The camera opens on a shot of JD Wheeler and Steve Corona talking in the DJ locker room.

Steve: You do know that you're fucked right?

JD: Yeah right. Like Matthews is really gonna try and...

Steve: (Interrupting) No, I mean with Amy and Sophia. You're in for hours of mind numbing torture.

JD: What are you talking about?

Steve: Everytime they're in the same room, they've constantly argued. And since you seem to be the centerpoint of their anger, you're gonna be forced to listen to all of it.

JD: Oh come on. They're two wrestlers. I highly doubt they'll want to solve their problems with words. Or at least, Amy won't. She's a Wheeler, and Wheelers solve their problems with brutal, pointless violence.

Steve: If you say so.

JD heads for the door.

JD: I'm serious. You'll see. They'll solve their problems in the ring and I won't have to sit through a thing.

The camera follows JD as he exits the locker room. He doesn't take more than four steps before stopping in his track. It appears something has caught JD's eye and the camera pans over to where JD's focus lies: Amy and Sophia. To JD's horror, they're currently in a heated shouting match just like Steve said they would.

JD: Ah shit.

JD tries to sneak away before they see him. Unfortunately for him, they spot him before he can take two steps.

Amy and Sophia: JD!

JD: Dammit!!

The girls run over to JD and hug him tightly while he looks like he's about to cry.


An Hour Later


We come back to a shot in the DJ locker room. JD is in Hell right now as he's forced to sit between Amy and Sophia as they continue their shouting match. Finally, JD has decided he's had enough.

JD: Girls! Girls! GIRLS!!!!

Amy and Sophia quiet down. JD's look at both of them for a second.

JD: Oh who the hell am I kidding? Sea hags! What could two grown women possibly be arguing about and it BETTER not be stupid.

Sophia: It's not.

JD: Then go ahead.

Amy: OK. Tell us. Which way should tea cups be stacked in a cupboard?

JD looks at both of them for a couple seconds before looking at the camera.

JD: (Sarcastic) Oh gee...and I thought it was just stupid.

Sophia: What's stupid is a person who stacks them right side up so they'll collect dust.

JD: Uhh...well...in Amy's defense, when we were kids, we weren't exactly a rich family. So our mom taught us some tricks to save a few bucks. One of them being recycling dust to make hot porridge and cocoa.

That disgusted Sophia a little.

Amy: Thanks JD. I knew you were on my side.

Sophia: I knew it. This isn't about the tea cups at all is it? You're still jealous that JD and I are closer than you and him ever were.

Amy: Oh please. Why would I want to be close to someone who's as popular as eye film?

Sophia: I guess that's why he always says your name with great embarrassment.

Amy: What? JD, I take the best away the best years of your life and this is how you thank me?

JD: (To himself.) Women: Can't live with them. Can't herd them all into Canada.

Amy: I don't even know why he's with you to begin with. Your body obviously shows no signs of womanhood.

Sophia: Cram it horse face!

Amy: Shove it chiclet chest!

JD: Now hold on here! (To Sophia) Now first off, we've discussed not bringing up her looks before. (To Amy) And if you honestly think she's a chiclet chest, then dad was sober the night you were conceived.

Amy: Like I care what you think.

Sophia: JD, mind your own business.

Stressed out, JD rubs his forehead and gets up out of his chair while the girls still argue.

Sophia: You still can't stand the fact that I outsmarted you in that triple threat to win the title.

Amy: Oh please. You just got lucky I was too exhausted from destroying Raven to kick out of that pin.

Sophia: Exhausted my ass. I knocked you out and you know it.

Amy: No, you won because the ref counted too fast.

Sophia: I won because I'm better than you.

Amy: Right side up!

Sophia: Upside down!

Amy and Sophia: Let's see what JD thinks!

Both girls look over towards JD, who's standing on another chair. The camera pans up to see a rope tied around JD's neck like a noose. The rope hangs from the ceiling and becomes apparent what JD has in mind. Tired of the constant bickering, he waves good-bye to the girls and jumps off the chair to his death...

Or at least, that's what would've happened if the ceiling wasn't made of that cheap, cardboard like dry wall that can barely hold up a light fixture. Without even feeling a tug, JD plummets to the floor taking the rope and part of the ceiling with him.

JD: Ah dammit!!

JD writhes in pain while the girls ignore him and continue arguing.

Camera fades to black as we go to commercial.

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As our show fades back into view from a black screen, the restless crowd is eagerly anticipating the first contest . . . letting out whistles, & clapping along to one simultaneous rhythm, as resident ring announcer Bruce Buffer readies himself near the center of the canvas. In the balled-up fist of his right hand rests a microphone, which he eventually raises to his now slightly parted lips . . . looking on toward the giant flashing video screen above the Onslaught set, as the lights along the entrance opening begin flashing between the colors red & white.

Moments later, he begins speaking.

Buffer: “The following contest, is scheduled for ONE (1) fall! Introducing first . . .”

No sooner than the words leave his mouth, the infamous opening guitar riff to George Thurgood’s “Bad To The Bone” blares over the series of speakers spread throughout the arena . . . bringing an instant rise from several of the audience members, as they realize who is coming into the arena, & begin erupting into a simultaneous chorus of boos.

Jimmie “Bones” Boucher steps out onto the stage through a light fog that escapes from the gorilla position, & begins boxing at the air with conviction . . . soaking up the negative reaction like a sponge, & waving it off as he then starts making his way down the aisle in one fluid motion. Along the way, he stretches his arms back behind him, & transitions that motion into cracking his knuckles . . . ignoring those along either side of him, as the announcer continues where he had left off due to the music.

Buffer: “From Detroit, Michigan . . . weighing in at three hundred & twenty eight (328) pounds . . . Jimmie BONES!”

Bones reaches the ringside area, & uses the top rope to jump up onto the apron . . . stepping into the squared circle through the gap of the top & middle ropes, before throwing his arms overhead in an effort to further rile those against him. It succeeds, & he turns his back on them to where he is facing the entrance ramp . . . cracking his knuckles, once again, & rubbing his hands in anticipation.

Buffer eyes Bones carefully, who ignores him, before turning back to face the screen . . . watching on with the rest of the people as it goes momentarily blank, & waiting for his entrance theme to fade out, before once again raising the mic head to his mouth.

Buffer: “And, his opponent . . .”

Bruce allows his voice to trail off as “Big Time”, by The Soundtrack Of Our Lives, picks up in mid-song . . . instantly bringing the fan base to their collective feet, as their adulation drowns out the music almost completely.

The response is surreal, which Greene feels as he jogs out onto the grated steel platform . . . spinning through 360 degrees numerous times, with his arms outstretched, before stopping to pose under the flashing lights above & around him. He then drops down to his knees, & looks up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head . . . shouting words of encouragement to his rampant supporters from said position, as numerous blasts of pyro shoot into the air from behind him.

Buffer: “From San Antonio, Texas . . . weighing in at two hundred & fifty six (256) pounds . . . Shawn GREENE!”

Green immediately shoots back to his feet, & points toward the ring at Bones, who gestures for him to “bring it” . . . prompting Shawn to hop forward, & sprint down the aisle at a surprising speed, which Bones is not prepared for.

As he reaches the apron, Greene slides inside the ring through the lull underneath the bottom rope, & clear through the legs of his much larger opponent . . . forcing Bones to bend down in an attempt to catch the smaller wrestler, as Greene scurries to his feet behind him. Greene’s music is instantly cut off, & Buffer exits hastily to the outside, as Shawn takes off into another sprint toward the right-hand (east side) set of ropes . . . rebounding just as soon as Bones manages to turn himself around, & ducking an attempted clothesline from the newcomer as he continues toward the west.

However, before he even reaches his intended destination, Greene leaps forward . . . landing on the 2nd rope with both feet, & grabbing onto the top, before launching himself backward with a springboard Moonsault!

“OOH!”

Unfortunately, Bones was ready & waiting . . . using his superior size, & strength, to maintain his balance, & catch Greene’s body against his right shoulder. From there, he spins around to where he is facing the center of the ring, & plants Shawn spine 1st with a running British Bulldog-like Powerslam!

“AW!”

Greene clutches at his lower back in immediate response to the pain, & Bones pushes back to his feet . . . looking out into the crowd, which draws an immense amount of heat, before cockily leaning himself back against the nearby (west/left side) arrangement of cables. The designated official quickly checks on Greene’s condition &, upon confirming that Shawn wants to continue, reluctantly gestures toward the timekeeper . . . signaling for the official start of the contest, as the bell is rung:

DING! DING! DING!

Wasting no time in continuing the punishment, Bones charge forward with a right foot to the forehead . . . followed by another, & another . . . before dropping down hard with a Ric Flair-esque kneedrop to the bridge of Greene’s nose!

“AW!”

Shawn grabs at his face upon contact, & rolls over onto his hands & knees in an effort to alleviate the pressure . . . giving Bones all the time in the world to climb back to a vertical base, & press himself back against the top (north side) set of ropes. Then, using these to gain some momentum, Bones trots forward . . . leaping high into the air over Greene’s body, before crashing back down to the canvas with his left leg across Greene’s neck with tremendous force!

“AW!”

Shawn’s arms & legs give out under the pressure, & he lies motionless on his stomach against the mat. Bones immediately repositions his weight toward the left side, & spins through to where he is now straddling Greene’s back . . . using the position to inflict some more pain with several head butts to the back of Shawn’s skull, in a further effort to wear him down.

Fortunately for him, however, Greene is only a couple of feet from the ropes, which he takes advantage of by grasping the bottom one on his right side . . . forcing Bones to catch him with one more devastating shot, before pushing himself back to an erect state, as the official once again checks on Shawn’s condition. Greene merely waves him off, & starts crawling toward the top left hand corner . . . trying desperately to pull himself up with the assistance of the 2nd rope, as Bones closes in behind him with a hard right boot between the shoulder blades.

The amount of vigor behind the blow sends Shawn face first into the 2nd turnbuckle pad, & keeps him prone long enough for the Michigan native to grab a handful of hair . . . which he then uses to force Shawn back to his feet, before slamming his face down against the top turnbuckle pad, & pressing him back first against the crook. Greene tries to fight back with a couple of weak jabs to Bones’ midsection, but Jimmie absorbs them, & fires back with a HARD right hand to Greene’s left cheek!

“AW!”

The sheer force of the strike is enough to send the lower half of Greene’s body flailing into the air, before he quickly plummets back down to the canvas in a sitting position against the bottom turnbuckle pad! He is clearly dazed, as evident by the lost expression on his face, but that doesn’t stop Bones from clasping his right hand around the fan favorite’s throat . . . using this as another means of forcing Greene to comply with his every move, before shoving him back against the crook of the corner once again. From there, Bones lunges forward with a right boot to the midsection, & follows through with a left uppercut to the chin . . . watching on as Greene’s body flails uncontrollably, before grabbing him by the left wrist with his own left hand.

Bones then steps back, & pulls Greene forward . . . pressing his right hand against the small of Shawn’s back, & ushering him toward the adjacent (bottom right hand) corner with a strong Irish-whip. Bones takes off at full speed a few feet behind Greene, & attempts to catch him with a big boot as he hits the crook . . . but, Shawn has his wits about him, & grabs onto the top rope with both hands. Then, using the momentum of the Irish-whip, Greene leaps into the air, & lands back on his feet behind Bones . . . who didn’t see any of this coming, & has instead managed to crotch himself against the top turnbuckle pad!

“OOH!”

Bones grabs at his lower abdomen in an extreme amount of pain, & struggles to free himself as Shawn wraps his left arm around the big man’s extended right thigh . . . dropping down to his back, & catching Jimmie, as well as the crowd, off-guard with a makeshift Schoolboy roll-up!

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

“AW!”

Bones just barely manages to break up the count, & rolls over onto his hands & knees as Greene starts rallying behind the fans . . . banging his right foot down against the mat to get them clapping, before climbing back to his feet with the assistance of the nearby (bottom/south side) section of ropes.

From there, he charges forward, & slams his left forearm down against Bones’ neck . . . followed by a 2nd forearm strike between the shoulder blades, before keeping him at bay with a right boot to the top of the head. Bones pushes back to his knees in response to the kick, & Greene follows through with a hard right hand to the forehead . . . followed by another . . . & then a hard knife-edge chop across the chest!

SMACK!

“WOO!”

Bones’ head snaps back from the amount of strength behind the chop, & he pushes up to one knee . . . gritting his teeth through the pain, & firing back with a left jab to Greene’s abdomen, but Shawn just isn’t having it. He absorbs the blow, & uses it to further intensify his own offense by first kicking Bones in the chest . . . & then lunging forward with a 2nd, even more devastating knife-edge chop to the exact same place.

SMACK!

“WOO!”

This time, before Bones can even respond, Greene allows himself to fall back against the nearby (left/west side) collection of supportive ring cables . . . using them to gain some momentum, before leaping forward, & smacking the soles of his feet against Bones’ face with a front dropkick!

SMACK!

“AW!”

Bones collapses backward, as Greene lands on his back at Jimmie’s feet . . . quickly shifting over onto his hands & knees, & then pushing himself back to a vertical base at Bones’ left side. Bones clutches at his face, & Greene bends down to take control of the contest by forcing his opponent to his feet before he’s ready . . . lambasting his face with a few right forearms, for added measure, before grabbing his left wrist to execute an Irish-whip toward the east side.

Bones manages to reverse the move in mid-motion, however, & sends Greene there instead . . . looking to catch him on the rebound with a big boot, which Greene escapes by executing a baseball slide through the larger man’s legs. From there, Greene shoots back to his feet, & wraps his arms around Bones’ waist before he has a chance to react . . . charging forward, & pushing him stomach first into the same set of ropes for an attempted rolling prawn pinning combination.

However, as Greene goes to execute the reverse sommersault, Bones manages to grab onto the top rope . . . escaping the predicament, & buying him some time to regain his focus as Shawn looks to change his strategy. He immediately pops back to his feet, & rushes forward as Bones turns to face him . . . falling prey to his own miscommunication, & succumbing to a spinning Scrapbuster slam out of seemingly nowhere!

“AW!”

Greene clutches his neck as he hits the mat, & Bones pops back to his knees to catch his breath . . . rubbing his forearm against the nose & cheek of his opponent, as he then leans down to go for the attempted pinfall.

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

“NO!”

Greene shoots his left shoulder off the canvas, & the crowd erupts with their approval . . . prompting a now perturbed Bones to slap the canvas in frustration, before pushing back to his own feet amidst the positive reaction. He quickly changes the tune in which they follow, however, as he raises his right hand high into the air . . . bending down after a few seconds, clamping said hand around Greene’s throat, & rising back to a full-on vertical base with Shawn’s body in tow.

He then turns to where his back is facing the east side, & pushes his opponent’s form toward the center of the ring . . . grabbing at the waistband of Greene’s tights with his free left hand, & then tossing him into the air for an attempted Chokeslam.

However, just as he is about to execute his alternate finisher, Greene wriggles free from his grasp . . . managing to wrap his right arm around Bones’ head, & take him down with a thunderous DDT-counter! Bones lands on the top of his head, & rolls through onto his back . . . allowing Greene to turn over onto his stomach, & attempt a pinfall of his own as the fans wait on baited breath.

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

“AW!”

Bones throws his right shoulder up, rather emphatically, & rolls over onto his hands & knees as Shawn looks on in disbelief . . . unable to comprehend the fact that the match is going to continue, & unable to think of anything else he can do to make sure he comes out on top.

He pushes back to his own feet as Bones attempts to do the same . . . thinking he can cut him off at the pass with a kick to the stomach, but instead leaving himself wide open for Bones to catch the limb in his armpit. Shawn obviously didn’t expect this, & hops up & down on his other foot in an effort to maintain his balance . . . allowing Bones time enough to shoot back to his own feet, before spinning Greene 360 degrees, & nearly taking his head off with a vicious left-armed lariat!

SMACK!

“AW!”

Greene hits the canvas so hard that the momentum carries him over onto his stomach . . . causing the fans to look on in nothing short of horror, as Bones grabs a handful of Greene’s hair, & forces him up onto his knees. From there, Bones climbs back to his own feet, & takes off toward the east side set of ropes . . . rebounding off of them, continuing toward the far west side, & rebounding a 2nd time until he catches Greene in the face with a running right boot!

SMACK!

“AW!”

Greene is hit so hard that he literally spins on his knees, & lands stomach 1st against the mat . . . encouraging Bones to then drop down to his knees at Greene’s left side, roll him over onto his back, & attempt another pinfall after hooking both legs.

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

“NO!”

Greene just barely manages to place his left foot on the bottom rope, of the south side, & the fans continue to get behind their man . . . angering Bones to such a degree that he begins arguing with the official, before shooting to his feet as though he is going to harm him. The referee ducks out of harms way, & Bones kicks at the lowest turnbuckle pad of the bottom right hand corner . . . turning back to face the still downed Greene, before slowly moving his right thumb across the width of his throat to signal that the end is near.

As the boos continue to rain down upon him, Bones bends down to grab Shawn’s head with his hands, & forces the seemingly unconscious man back to a lackadaisical base . . . booting him hard in the stomach for added measure, before tossing him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. From there, he repositions himself near the center of the ring, with his back facing the south side of the ring . . . twisting his upper body toward the right, before swinging Greene’s body to the left with an attempted “Reelin’ & Rockin’”.

“OOH!”

Before he can complete the maneuver, however, Greene manages to wriggle free from his grasp . . . landing on his feet behind the big man, & instantly backing himself into the crook of the bottom left hand corner! An understandably frustrated Bones immediately turns around to correct his mistake, & charges forward with an attempted turnbuckle clothesline . . . allowing Greene to step out of harms way, use Bones’ own momentum against him, & take him down with a surprise drop toehold!

“AW!”

Bones hits face first against the top turnbuckle pad, & staggers back in an effort to regain his composure . . . allowing Greene to climb back to his feet, push himself back against the south side set of ropes, & charge forward with an attempted flying forearm.

SMACK!

“AW!”

Greene hits the move picture perfectly, & both men crumple to the canvas in a heap . . . laying side-by-side for a few seconds, with neither one stirring, before the official decides to begin his mandatory 10-count.

ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE . . .

Greene starts pounding the heel of his left boot against the canvas, in an effort to once again rally the people behind him . . . while Bones rolls over onto his right side, before wiping at the bridge of his nose to ensure he isn’t bleeding.

FOUR . . . FIVE . . . SIX . . .

By this time, Bones has made it to his hands & knees . . . trying desperately to reach his feet first, as Greene continues to lie there with labored breathing.

SEVEN . . . EIGHT . . . NINE . . .

All of a sudden, Greene nips up as though there were nothing wrong with him in the 1st place, & begins posing to a massive chorus of cheers . . . turning around to face Bones just as he reaches his feet, & nailing him in the face with a hard right hand. Bones staggers back, & then immediately answers back with a punch of his own . . . sending Greene staggering back to where he is pressed against the east side set of ropes, which he uses to his own advantage by firing right back with a 2nd shot to Bones’ left cheek. He quickly follows up with a 3rd, & then a 4th shot, before leaping into the air with the assistance of Bones’ shoulders . . . wrapping his legs around the big man’s neck, & taking him down with a Hurricanrana that causes the crowd to explode!

“AW!”

Bones rises to a sitting position, & immediately scrambles to his feet with the assistance of the ropes . . . backing himself against the crook of the bottom right hand corner, & bracing himself for Greene‘s next attack, as the Shawn Michaels protege looks on. Then, without any warning, Greene sprints forward . . . leaping at Bones with his body outstretched, & attempting to smash him back against the corner with a crossbody block.

“AW!”

Using his superior size, & strength, Bones merely absorbs the force of the bodies colliding, & walks forward with Greene still in his arms . . . tossing him up into the air, & onto his left shoulder, before charging forward to deliver a snake eyes against the top left hand corner. However, just as he is about to actually execute the move, Greene slips free . . . landing on his feet behind Bones, & using the impetus to push Jimmie sternum first into the crook. Bones clutches at his abdomen in immediate response to the sharpening pain, & stumbles backwards . . . right into the waiting arms of Shawn Greene, who takes him down with a release German suplex!

“AW!”

Bones lands hard on his neck & shoulders, & remains motionless near the center of the ring . . . enabling Greene to climb back to a vertical base, point toward the bottom left hand corner, & elicit a more than positive response from the fans as he begins patting his left elbow. They egg him on, & he gives them what they want by stepping out onto the edge of the apron from the west side of the ring . . . taking his time in climbing to the top turnbuckle pad, & squatting down to maintain his balance, before slowly rising to a full-on vertical base.

From there, he points out toward the fans across the width of the arena, & makes the sign of the crucifix with his right hand . . . further steadying himself on the edge of the turnbuckle pad, before leaping forward, & crashing down onto Bones’ prone form amidst a barrage of flashbulbs!

“AW!”

Greene’s elbow hits Bones’ heart, & the move is executed perfectly . . . causing a near riot to begin taking place, as the people begin chanting for “The Showstopper”. Greene wastes no time in getting back to his feet, & acknowledges his fans desires by standing with his left side against the crook of the bottom right hand corner.

There, he begins stomping his right foot down against the canvas repeatedly . . . using the noise as a means to usher his opponent back to a lackadaisical base, & waiting for him to turn around, before lunging forward.

SMACK!

“AW!”

The moment Bones turns to face him, Greene connects with a fierce super kick to the butt of his opponents jaw . . . forcing his body to stiffen, before collapsing to the canvas in a crumpled heap! Greene immediately drops down on top of the unconscious man’s chest, & hooks the near right leg . . . watching on as the official slides into position, & makes the count uninterrupted.

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Bruce Buffer: “Here is your winner . . . Shawn GREENE!”

Greene allows the official to raise his right arm into the air, as a sign of his victory, & his music begins blaring over the loudspeakers . . . giving him all the time in the world that he needs to climb back to his feet, before beginning to pose toward all his loyal followers in response to their support. However, unbeknownst to him, Jimmie Bones has already begun to stir . . . eventually rising to his feet behind Greene, & charging forward with a hard right boot to the base of Shawn’s neck!

“AW!”

Greene collapses to his hands & knees, & Bones continues the beating with several boots to the spine . . . followed by a fist drop to the back of his head, which he then uses as an opening to begin lambasting the man with a barrage of punches to the same inflicted area. The fans begin booing heartily, & some even toss various pieces of trash toward the ring in defiance over the sickening display, as the bell is rung continuously.

DING! DING! DING!

DING! DING! DING!

DING! DING! DING!

This doesn’t last for long, however, as “I’m Shipping Up To Boston” begins sounding over the muffled boos . . . bringing the fans back to life at the very sound of the music, as from out of nowhere, Michael “Mad Dog” Sullivan charges to the ringside area from backstage!

With a steel chair clutched tightly in his right hand, he wastes no time in entering the ring through the lull underneath the bottom rope . . . shooting to his feet, & preparing to strike Bones as he just barely manages to escape. From there, Bones & Sullivan exchange words . . . prompting Jimmie to eventually escape through the crowd, before Sullivan can change his mind & follow him. Sullivan responds by spiking the chair against the canvas, & calling for Bones to come back . . . giving the official more than enough time to bend down, & check on Greene’s condition, before the people inside the production truck cut away to a commercial. This causes the screen to fade to black as we go to commercial.

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Josh Mathews "Ladies and gentlemen, because of what happened earlier, we've learned Jerome Novaho and Joshua James will be taking on T-Rex and Fantomas of the Revolution. And while our general manager didn't order them to work together, let's hope they can keep their feelings under wraps."

Dean Malenko "I can't wait, Josh! What an interesting turn of events. And it's coming up soon."

Josh Mathews "Indeed, Dean talked with one of the contestants earlier - Jerome Novaho. Let's take you back to earlier today."

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The scene opens with Jerome on his cell phone stepping out of his car which has just arrived in the parking lot.

Jerome Novaho: Can you believe it bro? A couple weeks and you are back here with me man. It's going to be amazing. Anyway look I won't keep you I'll talk to you later.

Jerome begins to walk up to the arena door before he is cornered by Dean Stewart.

Dean Stewart: Hey Jerome can I ask you a few questions please?

Jerome Novaho: Sure Dean but make it quick I have to go a meet someone.

Dean Stewart: Well first I have to ask you what are your thoughts about losing the match last Sunday at Brutal Encounter?

Jerome gets a frustrated look on his face.

Jerome Novaho: You had to ask me about that didn't you. Ok my thoughts are simple. I'm pissed off good and proper you see Chris 6yxx thought he would be a sly little bitch and pin me. Well let me tell you that this thing between me and 6yxx is far far from over.

Dean Stewart: Next can I have your thoughts about possibly crossing paths with the former champion tonight?

Jerome Novaho: No comment.

Dean Stewart: What do you mean no comment?

Jerome Novaho: Exactly what I said you dumb little bitch. Look I can't comment on that. I haven't even spoke to the guy properly before and that's what I'm going to do just now. And before you ask what about it's got nothing to do with you. Now if you will excuse me I have shit to do.

Jerome starts to dial another number on his cell phone before walking off screen as the scene fades to black.

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Switching back to present time, Joshua James is walking down a corridor backstage when Dean Stewart approaches. He motions for an interview, Joshua James nods.

Dean: How do you feel about Brutal Encounter?

JJ: Brutal Encounter, was well brutal, for me at least. It was not my best outing and I don’t like the results. My North American title was on the line and as we all know it is no longer my North American title. The fact that irks me the most about this situation is simply that I was not pinned or submitted. I did not lose that match. I didn’t win it, but I didn’t lose it. Jerome Novaho was pinned, Jerome Novaho lost, and I was punished for it. Granted Chris 6yxx cheated to win, but fact is fact, and the fact is that I am upset.

Dean: Is that all that is upsetting you right now?

JJ: No, no it isn’t. I am very pissed off about the fact that the two added stipulations to this match were the direct contribution to the title transfer. I like order, and this chaos in CCW, has got me ticked off.

Dean: When Jerome Novaho was asked about you, he said he had no comment. That he didn’t know you enough to comment. How do you feel about him?

JJ: Maybe my judgment is a little hazy right now. However the only feelings I have toward Novaho are rage. In a nice little twist, I am his tag team partner. In this business, the win-loss category counts a lot. And I am not willing to give it up. I want to win tonight and I will win tonight. I will have to work with Jerome, I will have to trust and I will have to get along with him. We are facing Fantomas and T-Rex, both well versed in tag team action. Also Chris 6yxx is ringside. He will no doubt cause some problems. We are outnumbered and with our backs on a wall have to coincide.

Dean: With that aside who do you want to wrestle next individually?

JJ: Well there is quite a list of guys I would like to wrestle. Firstly I think I will invoke my rematch clause soon. Take back that piece of gold that belongs to me. I want to wrestle Shawn Greene, but our little dance has to be put off until one of us gets the belt again. Hell, maybe I even want to throw my name into the hat for the Global Title. Wouldn’t that be swell? I really don’t give a damn who I wrestle, because it seems that what I want, I never get. But rest assured I am not afraid of anybody. Fact is fact, Joshua James isn’t mediocre, Joshua James is excellence.

Joshua James keeps on walking to wherever he was going, with determination in his eyes.

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The camera pans back to Dean Stewart and he sees another opportunity for an interview.

Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, with me right now is the man who defeated "Captain Charisma" Adam Matthews at Brutal Encounter last Sunday: JD Wheeler.

JD Wheeler, who seems a little worse for wear, approaches Stewart.

Stewart: JD, at Brutal Encounter you...are you alright?

Wheeler: Yeah...I just....uh....was dealing with some personal problems with my friends, and I use that term with great embarrassment. But I digress. Dean, I don't know if you watched the same match everyone else did. I did more than just defeat Matthews at Brutal Encounter. I embarrassed him. I humiliated him. I owned him in every conceivable way. I showed every wrestling fan what they already knew: That Matthews is nothing more than a JD Wheeler wannabe, and the true captain of charisma is standing right here before you.

Stewart: But what about what happened after the match?

Wheeler: What do you mean?

Stewart: The attack afterwards. You know....the steel chair....blindsiding you.....remember?

Wheeler: Oh that was just case of Matthews being a bad sport. As far as I am concerned, Matthews means nothing to me. Hell, I don't even recognize the name anymore. I've got bigger fish to fry....a fish that goes by the name J-Man, the new Global Heavyweight champion. The man who is currently holding my title belt.

Stewart: What do you have planned?

Wheeler: Simple. I plan to take back what is rightfully mine. And that's all you need to know. That's all anyone needs to know.

And with that, Wheeler walks off leaving Stewart alone with a look of confusion.

Camera fades to black as we go to what we think is a commercial.

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Red and Black lights strobe, as the camera zooms out to reveal a wrestling ring, shadowed in darkness. The strobes cease, as the screen fades to black, and a white strip of light shines down from above, outlining the figure leaning against one side of the ropes in the ring.The camera pans across, passing the back of the figures head, showing that the person is definately a man. A voiceover is heard.

Voiceover: A man of honour, the personification of greatness...

The camera swoops around, still the man's face is cloaked, but a gleam of gold shines in the screen from his waist, then another from his shoulder.

Voiceover: Gold is in his past, present and future...

The screen blackens and the sound of a large crowd cheering can be heard. The screen then switches to the same man sitting in a dark corner with his head bowed.

Voiceover: Unique in his drive to succeed, he has fought and battled his way to the top...

The man stands, as he walks towards the camera and fades off of the screen into nothingness, as we are left with just a black wall, with rain pelting down onto the ground.

Voiceover: He is coming....

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The camera opens to a shot of T- Rex and Fantomas standing beside Dean Stewart in a interview.

Dean Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me tonight I have the former World Tag Team Champions, T- Rex and Fantomas. Now guys, at Brutal Encounter you had the opportunity to face Team Punish-

T- Rex interrupts Dean

T- Rex: Dean, shut up right there. I know what your going to say, last Sunday at Brutal Encounter me and Fantomas were cheated out of winning the Championship that should be around our waist right now. As soon as Team Punishment, those unbelievable bastards, saw that they had no chance of winning, that little fucker that shouldn't have even been in the match came and fucking cross-bodied me, so they could retain the fucking titles! We were this close to winning and-

Dean interrupts T- Rex

Dean Stewart: Cheated? Interference? Close to winning? Ha! You make me laugh. Team Punishment kicked you're asses fair and square, In a handicap match! Oh, and T-Rex, did I see a little tear after you got cross-bodied?

Dean starts to laugh. As he does Fantomas taps him on the shoulder, and as soon as Dean turns around, Fantomas hits him with a DDT.

T-Rex: Thanks again bro.

Fantomas: It's what I do.

T- Rex's attention turns to the camera

T- Rex: Now, this message goes out to Novawhore and Asshua James, who I knew are watching this in the little they came from. Tonight you two punks will face me and my partner, the two brightest stars in CCW today, in a tag team match, and the reason why I'm giving you this message is because it's a warning. You see, me and Fantomas are not in a very happy mood today, in fact we feel like knocking someones head off (looks at Dean's unconscious body) again, so if you decide to show your true colors and run away from this match, I wouldn't be surprised. Oh and Team Punishment, if you come and try to interfere in this match at all, I swear on my life it'll be the last thing you do. You might have won the battle, but the war still goes on.

T- Rex and Fantomas walk off screen as Camera fades to Black.

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The lights dim as “Just Stop” begins to play over the speakers. The crowd responds by cheering when they see a figure come out encased in a red glow. He stops at the head of the ramp and before the vocals kick in, the man shoots out his fists to the side as three streams comes shooting down onto him from different directions.

DING, DING, DING

Bruce Buffer “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 238 lbs, from Winnipeg, MT, please welcome Joshua James!”

Joshua walks down the ramp, but he ignores the fans asking to slap his hand, instead looking straight ahead at the ring. He enters it via the steps and makes a slower spin than usual.

Josh Mathews “Ladies and gentlemen, I think we’re seeing the effects of this past Sunday night at Brutal Encounter when Joshua James lost the North American title to Chris 6yxx.”

Dean Malenko “Well, Josh, I can understand his anger right now. Not only was he outnumbered Sunday, but he wasn’t even pinned and yet he lost the title.”

Josh Mathews “Joshua was certainly unhappy to have two other included into his match. And earlier, Joshua and his tag member tonight didn’t seem on the same page.”

Dean Malenko “It’ll definitely be interesting to see if James and Novaho get along. Speaking of which....”

“Crawl Through Knives” plays as the crowd continues their cheers for another favorite among them. A figure comes out with a hood over his head and when he gets to the foot of the ramp, fire shoots up from either side of him as the man hops on one foot with his arms raised.

Bruce Buffer “His partner, weighing in at 240 lbs, from Orlando, FL, please welcome Jerome Novaho!”

Jerome starts to walk down and when he slides into the ring, he stands pulling back the hood and officially revealing himself. He poses with his arms out while shouting and the audience eats it up. Jerome offers his hand to Joshua, but Joshua just stares Novaho down with a sour look on his face. Trying not to be offended, Jerome shrugs and leans against the ropes, pointing out to the crowd and waving.

“Hey!”

A guitar echoes across the arena as a drum beat follows close behind, signaling the audience to boo when they recognize the song.

“Hey! Nothing you can say. Nothing’s gonna change what you want today.”

Chris 6yxx comes out with the North American title over his shoulder. He cockily walks down the ramp, ignoring the shouting crowd and looks into the ring at the man he pinned and the man whose title he stole. Taking the title, he kisses the title and then looks back at them while holding it up. Joshua comes forward, leaning against the ropes and pointing down at Chris, yelling at him as Chris walks the parameter of the ring. Jerome tries to calm Joshua down by patting him on the shoulder, but Joshua shoves Jerome’s hand off him. Jerome remains calm and walks away, admitting defeat for now while Chris laughs at them both. He comes over to the announcer’s table just as pyro goes off around the stage as “Parabola” begins to play.

Josh Mathews “It looks like we’ll be joined by the new NA champion. Welcome to the announcer’s table, Chris 6yxx.”

Chris 6yxx “Yeah, whatever.”

Dean Malenko “Congratulations on your first title win, Chris.”

Chris 6yxx “Well, thank you, Dean. Although I have to admit, I had no doubts I’d walk away from Detroit as the new North American champion. It was destiny.”

Bruce Buffer “Their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 504 lbs, from Detroit, MI and Elgin, IL respectively, please welcome T-Rex and Fantomas!”

T-Rex stalks down the ramp while Fantomas heckles the fans and spits water at them. They get into the ring and as they decide who’s going to start the match, the referee has the bell rung.

DING, DING, DING

Joshua and T-Rex circle around each other and lock up, arm in arm. Joshua tries pushes T-Rex into the ropes, but the Revolution member has a thirty pound advantage and is able to hold his ground. Instead, T-Rex pushes forward, sending Joshua back into the ropes. He then grabs Joshua’s arm and sends him into an Irish whip. When Joshua returns, they collide and T-Rex wraps his arms around his opponent’s midsection, planning for a belly to belly suplex. When he tries to pull back, Joshua hooks his leg into T-Rex’s and stops him from following through. Joshua breaks free and moves to the side of T-Rex, grabbing the man and sending him into the mat with a hip toss.

Joshua slides down, looking for a guillotine choke hold, but T-Rex sends a thumb to the eyes of his opponent, forcing Joshua to roll away and gain back his sight. T-Rex gets up with the referee warning him about illegal moves, but he ignores the official. Instead, he pulls Joshua up by what little hair he has and pulls him over to the Revolution corner, tagging in Fantomas. They lift him up into a double suplex and Fantomas covers him while T-Rex retreats back to his corner.

“One.....”

Joshua kicks out at one and a half as the crowd breathes a sigh of relief. Fantomas rises and shouts at them to shut up. Fantomas grabs Joshua’s legs and starts to put him in a sharpshooter, but when he goes to turn Joshua, he tenses his body stopping Fantomas and spins the other way, throwing the Revolution member to the side.

Josh Mathews “It looks like Fantomas tried to get the submission master into a submission, but couldn’t pull it off.”

Chris 6yxx “Joshua is a tough competitor, but Fantomas is tougher. He wouldn’t be part of the most dominant team in the world if he wasn’t.”

Joshua gets up and looks over to see Jerome extending his hand, wanting to be tagged in. Almost in response, Joshua stands up straight and walks over to Fantomas, ignoring a chance to rest and bring Jerome into the match. He sends a few kicks to the ribs and side of his opponent. Pulling Fantomas up, Joshua ducks his arm between the legs of Fantomas and lifts him up into a fallaway slam. Joshua goes for a pin.

“One.....”

Fantomas kicks out at one and a half. Joshua sits up on his knees and sends some fists to the face of Fantomas before rolling him over. Joshua locks in a triangle choke and pulls back on his neck, looking for a submission. The referee slides down, asking if Fantomas relents, but he grits his teeth and refuses to give up. The hold is broken when T-Rex comes in and sends some kicks to Joshua’s back. T-Rex retreats back to the corner when the referee threatens to call the match. Joshua gets up and starts for T-Rex, but the referee stops him, so instead he turns back to Fantomas. Joshua puts Fantomas into a front face lock and then hooking his leg, pulls back into a Perfect Plex.

Josh Mathews “A Stampeder Plex from Joshua and here’s the cover.”

“One.....two.”

Fantomas gets an up at two even.

Chris 6yxx “That’s not impressive. Joshua is using up his energy and is falling into a lapse of overconfidence. I see the momentum shifting, now.”

Chris nods at T-Rex as though signaling for something that T-Rex recognizes and nods back in answer. He immediately tries to get in and draws the attention of the referee, pushing him back. Joshua turns looking at what the Man-beast is doing instead of keeping an eye on his opponent and falls prey to a low blow from Fantomas. Fantomas stands up while grabbing Joshua’s head and pulls him backwards as he kneels down into a backbreaker. T-Rex backs off, allowing the referee to turn around and see Jerome trying to get in. He races over and stops the Neutron Star, ignoring Jerome shouts about the illegal move from Fantomas.

Fantomas pulls Joshua over to his corner and tells T-Rex to hold his arms back. He complies as Fantomas sends rights and lefts into the chest and face of Joshua, turning around every other second on the lookout for the referee. Jerome finally relents and the referee turns, but T-Rex lets go of James so that they’re not caught. The referee comes over, justly untrusting of the Revolution members and Fantomas tags in T-Rex.

Fantomas mounts the turnbuckle in sitting position as T-Rex helps spin Joshua upside down, holding his legs. Fantomas stands and hops down with Joshua into an aided piledriver. T-Rex then pulls Joshua away into a pin.

“One.....two.....”

Joshua gets a shoulder up at two and a half. T-Rex gets up and goes immediately back down with a knee drop to Joshua’s head. He sends a few more stomps into Joshua’s head. T-Rex pulls him up and whips him into a vacant corner. Getting a running start, T-Rex races into the corner, looking for a gore, but at the last minute, Joshua moves out of the way and T-Rex’s shoulder collides with the turnbuckle.

Jerome shouts for Joshua to come over and tag him in. Instead, Joshua ignores him and shoots forward, attacking Fantomas with his last bit of strength.

Josh Mathews “Why won’t Joshua tag his partner in?”

Dean Malenko “It’s simple, Josh.”

Chris 6yxx “He’s a moron.”

Dean Malenko “Eh, he’s adamant that he doesn’t need help. Unfortunately, he’s going to have to rely on it if he expects to pull out a win tonight. He can’t have much left in him.”

Joshua turns around and sees T-Rex starting to come out of the corner and meets him with a German suplex. He turns T-Rex over and goes for a pin.

“One.....two.”

T-Rex kicks out at two even. Instead, Joshua tries to lock in the Triumph (Juji-Gatame armbar) but a few kicks from a returning Fantomas stalls that idea. Fantomas is forced back by the referee, but the damage is done. Both men slowly get up, but T-Rex is first and shoots forward with a high knee to the side of Joshua’s head. He finds his corner and tags in Fantomas. He comes in and sneers over at Jerome, egging him to come in, but Jerome doesn’t want to potentially end the match through interference. As a sign of Fantomas’ cockiness, he brings Joshua over within inches of Jerome’s grasp, laughing the whole time. He gives the man slack, but pulls Joshua back just as Jerome is able to touch him. This action gains a hearty round of boos from the audience, but Fantomas soaks it up with glee.

What he doesn’t anticipate is a moment of action from Joshua. He wraps his arm around the neck of Fantomas and drops down into a neckbreaker. Joshua slowly stands up but gets upset when he feels a hand tap his shoulder and sees Jerome getting in. He tries to stop his partner, but the referee forces Joshua into his corner. Jerome immediately shoots forward and sends both elbows into the head of T-Rex, knocking him to the outside. Turning around, he scouts Fantomas, gearing up for a superkick. Just as Jerome steps forward, Fantomas is pushed out of the way by Joshua, trying to convince Jerome to tag him back in and instead of kicking Fantomas, Jerome’s boot connects with Joshua, laying him out.

“AW!”

Josh Mathews “What the hell was Joshua thinking?”

Chris 6yxx “I told you he’s a moron.”

Dean Malenko “He probably feels that Jerome has no business in the ring since Joshua didn’t consent to the tag.”

Josh Mathews “Well, his concerns have gotten him an accidental face full of Novaho boot.”

Novaho regrets hitting Joshua, but the damage is done and he focuses back on Fantomas. He grabs the Revolution member and puts him in a full nelson and the n pulls back into a release suplex, performing his finisher the Super Nova. He slides down and covers Fantomas.

“One....two.....”

T-Rex slides into the ring, but when the referee brings his hand down a third time, it’s too late.

“Three.”

He gets up and has the bell rung, but there’s no celebration for Novaho as T-Rex sends kick after kick into him.

DING, DING, DING

Bruce Buffer “The winner of this match, Joshua James and Jerome Novaho!”

Chris 6yxx slides in with his title handy and as T-Rex pulls Jerome up, he shoves him towards Chris and 6yxx lays Jerome out with the title. While T-Rex sees to his partner, 6yxx pulls Joshua up and lifts him up into an Olympic slam.

Josh Mathews “Well, James and Novaho pick up the win, but aren’t able to appreciate it as the Revolution go on the attack. And to add insult to injury, 6yxx gives James his 6yxx Feet Under, which is ironically a finisher of Joshua’s, the Olympic Slam.”

Dean Malenko “Josh, somehow I think this story is far from over.”

Josh Mathews “I agree. We have to take a commercial break, but don't you dare change that channel."

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Dean Stewart is shown backstage, mic in hand. He appears to be waiting for someone. 'Captain Charisma' Adam Matthews comes into the picture. He begins to brush past Stewart...

Stewart: Mr. Matthews, the interview you wanted earlier.

Matthews stops cold with an expressionless look on his face. He faces towards Stewart.

Stewart: Last week, you lost...

As soon as Stewart says the word lost, Matthews gets in Stewart's face without saying a word, looking at him like he's about to take his head off with another word. A bit shaken but Stewart continues.

Stewart: ...to...

Matthews leans in even closer, nearly nose to nose. He's even more furious than before.

Matthews: If you finish that sentence, I will deliver the hardest Charisma Kick known to man. Is that clear?

Stewart gulps and nods his head. Matthews leans back out of his face a bit but still close.

Matthews: You listen to me and you listen good Stewart Little. This goes for all the slobs and sluts in attendance today as well and all the losers without a life watching at home.

The crowd boos loudly as a slight smirk comes across the face of Matthews but quickly disappears and is back to his steamed demeanor.

Matthews: Captain Charisma is better than J.D. Wheeler. Period. He got lucky in our match, I didn't take him as serious as I should have and I won't make that mistake again. This ain't over Wheeler, not by a long shot.

With that, Matthews storms off leaving Stewart on camera.

Fade to... crack!

Matthews comes flying back in the screen, delivering a ruthless Charisma Kick to the unsuspecting Stewart. He leans over and begins yelling at a seemingly lifeless Stewart.

Matthews: You know when i said earlier one more word and you would get a Charisma Kick?!? Huh, Stewart?!? Well I lied. You had already said too much.

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We cut to the DJ locker room...and not much has changed. Sophia and Amy are still arguing with each other while JD sits alone with two pieces of cotton swabs stuck in his ears to drown out the noise.

JD: (To himself) Damn women. Nag and bitch, nag and bitch, that's all they ever do. I should do mankind a favor and go on a one man crusade to rid the world of women. Maybe then there will be some peace and quiet for once. I don't even know why I put up with this. I'm the 2-time Global heavyweight champion dammit! They should be catering to me instead of worrying about some title.

JD suddenly notices that Amy and Sophia are staring at him. Both of the girls head his way as he fears the worse. Amy pulls the cotton swabs from his ears.

Sophia: JD, will you settle an argument for us?

JD: Hell no!!

Sophia: Thank you. (Strokes JD's hair) Now JD, darling, tell us: Which one of us has the loud, obnoxious voice?

Amy: Whoa whoa whoa. Well the hell was that?

Sophia: What do you mean?

Amy: What was all that "JD, darling" crap?

Sophia: He's my boyfriend. So I can call him what I want.

Amy: Oh really? Well then why don't you call him some of things you do when he's not around?

JD eyes Sophia.

Sophia: Oh come on JD. You know no one is ever proud of you. So why would anyone talk about you?

Amy: Is that so? Well who's the one who said: What's the difference between JD and an egg? An egg takes the full three minutes to finish.

Sophia: I said it was two minutes! (Looks at JD) Uhh....and I didn't say that!

JD: Alright! I've had it! (Gets up out of his chair) Look here reapers of my sorrow, you two little pecker snappers have been arguing non-stop for the past couple of hours, and y'all have agreed or at least remained quiet on two occasions. The time y'all agreed was when I asked why my opinion doesn't matter and y'all just pointed and laughed at me. And the time y'all were quiet was for that half hour when Friends was on television, which I find not only ironic, but absolutely astonishing considering the fact that we don't even have a TV in this room!!

Sophia: What's your point?

JD: My point is that not only are you two idiots, but you're driving me insane! Please! No more arguing! Can't y'all just solve your problems like normal people and beat the hell out of each other? I'm seriously losing it here. Please just go out to the ring and solve this problem by yourselves.

The girls think about it for a minute.

Amy: We just have one more question to ask you.

JD stares at them for a couple of seconds before speaking.

JD: Amy...I'm begging you. My sanity has been on the rocks for the past couple of weeks what with Matthews and all. I seriously can't take anymore. So please, be honest with me. Is it a stupid question?

Amy: No it's not.

JD: Will I go apeshit if you ask me this question?

Sophia: No you won't.

JD takes a long, deep breath.

JD: OK then. What is it?

Amy: Which one of us has the nicer, firmer ass?

Amy and Sophia both get up and bend over to show off their asses to JD, who is now freaking out.

JD: Oh dear God! I'm blind!!! I'm blind!!!! Help me!!! Everything has gone dark!!!!!

JD stumbles around the locker room in a hysterical fashion as he searches for the door. After a few minutes, JD finally finds the knob to the door and stumbles out of the room still shouting hysterically leaving Amy and Sophia by themselves.

Amy: I told you he can be an idiot.

Sophia: OK. You're right about that one. But don't think you're gonna walk out tonight the champion.

Amy: I don't think I will, I know I will.

Sophia: Well, you got the "don't think" part right.

Amy: Very clever. I suggest you use those wits tonight.

Sophia: I always do.

Amy: No, I said wits. With a 'w'.

Sophia gets in Amy's face as the two engage in a cold stare down. Neither one of them backs down and it's possible they could start the match a little early. That is until the silence is broken up by Full Metal Jack who has just entered the room.

FMJ: Hey you two. Have any of you seen.....ummmmm......oh what do we call him? You know....it starts with an 'S'.

Sophia: Steve?

FMJ: No not him.

Amy: JD?

FMJ: Yeah that's it.

Amy: (Sighs) Yeah, he ran out of here a few seconds ago.

FMJ: Thanks and good luck to the both of you in your match. Hope you two win.

Sophia: Yeah.....uhh....thanks for the support.

FMJ: No problem.

Jack heads out the door. Sophia and Amy turn their attention back to each other.

Sophia: See ya in the ring, former champ.

Amy: I'll be waiting, soon to be ex-champ.

Sophia heads out the door as Amy eyes her coldly.

Josh Mathews: Women's Title on the line, NEXT!

[Adzer]

A promo is aired showing J-Man/The Wh_ match from Brutal Encounter with J-Man turning back the big man with a J-Man Judgement kick to The Wh_ through a chair and pinning him 1.... 2.... 3 and holding up the title for the crowds to see, the promo ends with J-Man on the turnbuckle holding the title in the air with the fans chanting his name.

The camera then shoots back to the arena with the ring decorated with a red carpet, a table with a bottle of Champagne in Ice on it and balloons dotted around at ringside, the crowd pop with excitement at the prospect of seeing their new champion, then "Spitfire" by Prodigy booms out of the speakers and the crowd erupt into cheers and are on their feet, several moments pass until finally J-Man shows himself he walks out wearing a Detroit Lions jersey that covers his waist, he walks to the edge of the ramp and pulls off the jersey over his head and throws it into the audience to reveal that the Global Heavyweight title was underneath around his waist, the crowd cheer louder as he makes his way to the ring.

Bruce Buffer: "Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome, the NEW Global Heavyweight Champion..... J-Man!!"

The crowd respond with another loud cheer, J-Man tags some of the fans on his way down to the ring and shakes some of their hands, before walking up the ringsteps slowly and climbing into the ring, once in there he immeadiately goes to the bottle of Champagne and opens it, popping the cork into the crowd, he then pours some of the drink into a glass that was sitting beside the bottle, J-Man is handed a mic from a member of staff outside the ring.

J-Man: "Thank you Jeeves"

The crowd laugh a little as J-Man's music fades out and the crowd quieten down to listen to him.

J-Man: "Well well well Detroit..... it feels great to be here tonight for a couple of reasons, firstly because I'm quite close to my hometown, also because I spent alot of my youth in this city and have grown to love it, even if I do have to check every few minutes, that I haven't been robbed"

The crowd laugh again.

J-Man: "There was also something else..... what was it?? Oh yeah, because I am the NEW Global Heavyweight Champion!!!"

The crowd pop loudly and J-Man takes a mouthful of his champagne.

J-Man: "Now, this celebration isn't just for me, it's for you fans aswell, which is why I've set this up..."

At that moment several nets above the audience open up and drop hundreds of J-Man t-shirts all around the arena.

J-Man: "Now these special celebration J-Man t-shirts are never going to be made or sold again, so what you have there is a piece of history, you can do what you want with them, frame them, sell them on e-Bay, its your call."

The crowd pop once again after collecting as many t-shirts as they can muster.

J-Man: "Also for those of you who are lucky enough to be at ringside here (points at the crowd), your chairs are yours to take home with you as usual, but they have a special J-Man print of me hitting the chair at Brutal Encounter into the face of the previous champion...... whatever his name was"

The crowd laugh again

J-Man: "Well lets get this party started, I persuaded the CCW divas to lend me a hand in spreading the joy"

Some of the lockeroom both from Unleashed and Onslaught females come out wearing skimpy bikini's, with more Champagne bottles in their hands which they pour out for some of the ringside fans (who are old enough to drink) and give a bottle each to Josh Mathews, Bruce Buffer and Dean Malenko at ringside, they give the kids at ringside signed pictures of J-Man.

Josh Mathews: "It looks like we are going to have a party tonight before our main event"

Dean Malenko: "Hey I think this is great, we should do this every damn week"

Josh Mathews: "No complaints here, cheers J-Man"

Mathews and Malenko pour themselves a drink and toast over to J-Man.

J-Man: "Lets get some music going!!"

J-Man starts drinking back the bottle of Champagne in the ring, and the speakers immediatley begin booming. But it's not the music J-Man had intended. "Heretic Anthem" by Slipknot plays and sours the mood of the party, J-Man's face turns from happy to annoyed when the former CCW Global Champion makes his way out into the open arena.

As the music dies down, the Wh_ points to J-Man and claps his hands.

The Wh_: Well done, J-Man, well done. I may not like it, but I have to give you the proper respect you deserve. You managed to pull off what even the great JD Wheeler couldn't do...
You managed to get a fluke victory over me for the title.

The crowd shows its disagreement with that statement.

The Wh_: But fluke or not, J-Man, you did win. And I'm here for two things. First, I want to congratulate you on behalf of myself and the entire Revolution on your first CCW Global Heavyweight Championship reign.

And second... I want to give you a choice. A decision, now that you're the "top dog" on the show, as to where your career goes from here on out. So option A... Forfeit the title back to me due to your blatant disregard for the rules, as a TRUE champion and man of honor would.

Josh Matthews: Come on! Where was all this talk about honor when he was using three other guys to help him retain every week?

The Wh_: Or option B... You can choose the hard way to the same outcome. As former champion, I have a rematch clause, remember? So now I guess all we have to do is wait or your decision.

J-Man: Well shit for brains, considering I just can't stand listening to you talk all this crap about the honor you've never had, I'd love nothing more than to get rid of you once and for all after I beat you for a second time.

Crowd pops.

J-Man: So I guess my decision is like my motto, to never back down and instead, to kick the living crap out of your sorry carcass and send you running off with your tail between your legs like the little bitch you are, just name a time and place and your on!

Another huge roar from the fans!

The Wh_: I'm so sorry you had to do that, it would have been so much simpler to just hand it over and be able to say, "I was beaten by the best". But you just had to fall victim to your own pride, didn't you? Next week, J-Man... you and I will go one-on-one for the CCW Global title...

In a Steel Cage!

The crowd goes nuts over the mention of the brutal cage match.

The Wh_: Now... continue with your celebration, and have yourself a good week. You earned it, champ.

The Wh_ makes his way to the back laughing, leaving J-Man in the ring, visibly displeased with the way his party had turned out, the camera fades on J-Man throwing over the table and staring at The Wh_ at the top of the ramp.

[Adzer]

Red and Black lights strobe, as the camera zooms out to reveal a wrestling ring, shadowed in darkness. The strobes cease, as the screen fades to black, and a white strip of light shines down from above, outlining the figure leaning against one side of the ropes in the ring.The camera pans across, passing the back of the figures head, showing that the person is definately a man. A voiceover is heard.

Voiceover: A man of honour, the personification of greatness...

The camera swoops around, still the man's face is cloaked, but a gleam of gold shines in the screen from his waist, then another from his shoulder.

Voiceover: Gold is in his past, present and future...

The screen blackens and the sound of a large crowd cheering can be heard. The screen then switches to the same man sitting in a dark corner with his head bowed.

Voiceover: Unique in his drive to succeed, he has fought and battled his way to the top...

The man stands, as he walks towards the camera and fades off of the screen into nothingness, as we are left with just a black wall, with rain pelting down onto the ground.

Voiceover: He is coming....

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Bruce Buffer climbs into the ring ready to call the main event of the evening, the hustling crowd quieten down as Bruce takes the microphone to his lips

Bruce Buffer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, out next match is out main event of the evening and it is for the CCW Womens Championship!!"

The crowd pop (particularly the blokes) at the announcement, "Desert Rose" by Sting hits the speakers and the lights turn a red colour, former Womens champion Amy Wheeler makes her way out to the excited crowd, she walks out to edge of the stage on each side for fans to take their pictures before before walking down the ramp.

Bruce Buffer: "Introducing first, the challenger.... from Dallas, Texas.... weighing in at 122 pounds.... Amy Wheeler!!"

Amy continues down to the ring tagging one or two fans at the top of the ramp before running to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope, once in the ring, Amy poses to the fans against the ropes, but she doesn't get long to pose when her music gets replaced by "Miami" by Will Smith and the current Womens Champion walks out, Sophia looks out around the arena with a big smile on her face and Women's belt draped over her shoulder, shes starts walking down the ramp and tags some of the fans on her way to ring.

Bruce Buffer: "And her opponent.... from Miami, Florida.... Weighing in at 135 pounds, she is the CCW Womens Champion.... Sophia Simpson!!"

The crowd pop again for the Womens champion who walks up the steps slowly after blowing a few kisses into the crowd, she climbs under the top rope and into the ring, she then walks past Amy to get to the ropes facing the camera and climbs up to the 2nd rope and blows more kisses out to the fans in that section, Amy looks displeased at being ignored, she walks over and slightly shoves Sophia, who turns around and gives Amy a "What do you want" look, Amy points at Sophia's title and then motions to her waist, Sophia laughs and shakes her head, she hands the belt to the referee after taking a quick look at the belt, the referee holds the title up for the fans to see, the bell rings and the match is underway, but neither competitor has moved away from each other.

Josh Mathews: "Well we have a staredown to start off with folks"

Dean Malenko: "Its all about psyching out your opponent, I've seen so many examples of it and it usually works."

Eventually the two women back off from each other and move towards the corner and eye each other for weaknesses, they both move around the ring, looking for a starting point for their attacks, they both go for a grapple in the centre of the ring, both struggle for an advantage, but neither can gain one, they both step out of the grapple and go back to circling each other, Amy dives for Sophia's left leg and succeeds to sending the champion off balance, Sophia tries to get Amy to release her foot with a few shots to the head, but Amy wont let go, until she swaps the holding of Sophia's leg for a headlock, Sophia backs up to the ropes behind her bring Amy with her, once at the ropes, Sophia tries to spring Amy off of her, but Amy holds on with a tight grip on her head, Sophia tries again but again, the former champion holds on, seeing no other option the champion lifts Amy up from in front of her and Back Suplexes her over the ropes, the high angle of the drop makes Amy fall onto her feet again on the outside.

Both women take a moment to gather themselves again, Amy climbs back into the ring again as Sophia is rubbing her neck nursing a strain, the two go back to circling each other until Sophia goes for grapple but Amy sidesteps her and gets around the back of the champion she locks her arms around the waist of Sophia and takes her down to the mat, Amy spins around to get an arm and head lock on Sophia who is faced down, Simpson tries to fight out of it, unsuccessfully, but in order to continue her attack, Amy raises Sophia back to her feet while still holding the upper half of her body, Sophia sees this as an opportunity and flips her head backwards using any strength she has send Amy over her head for a Back Body Drop type maneuver, once Amy hits the mat, Sophia is quickly on the offensive, she locks in an Armbar holding Amys right hand and pulling it tight.

Amy struggles her way over to the bottom rope which she grabs without much difficulty and Sophia breaks the hold, Sophia brings Amy to her feet again and goes to whip Sophia across the ring, but the whip gets reversed and Amy gets thrown to the ropes, on the return, Amy ducks under an attempted clothesline from Simpson, she bounces off the ropes directly behind Sophia and executes a Bulldog, sending Simpson face down to the mat, the impact causes Sophia to turn over onto her back, Amy sees this as a great opportunity as she climbs the North East turnbuckle.

Mathews: "Could this be over already? Amy looking for the Amysault!"

She launches herself off the top of the corner in the direction of Sophia, but the champion rolls out of her way, causing Amy to crash land on the mat, after a few moments of getting some breathing space, Sophia then goes on the offensive with a few shots to the ribcage of Amy and lifting her up to bring her to a corner of the ring, once there, Sophia Shoulder thrusts her opponent into the corner a couple of times and then whipping her to the opposite turnbuckle and following up with a clothesline into the corner, Wheeler staggers away from the corner while Simpson climbs up it, she waits on top until Amy is faced back towards her before jumping off for a Crossbody, she nails it sweetly and knocks Amy down, Sophia covers.

1....


2....


Awe

Amy's shoulder lifts off the mat in an almost automatic reaction, Sophia continues her attack by grabbing one of Amy's legs and falls down on it, moving into a Leg Lock position, she holds onto the leg and tightens the hold as Amy tries to throw some shots to get out of it, but they have no effect as Sophia continues to hold on, Amy starts to pull herself backwards, towards the ropes behind her she gets within inches of reaching the ropes when Sophia lets go knowing that Amy will reach the ropes, she gets back to her feet and raises Amy up, giving her a knee to the gut to remain in control of the match.

When she gets Amy back to her feet again she puts Wheelers head under her arm and drops for a DDT slamming Amy's head against the mat, looking to end things Sophia goes for The Stroke, stalking Amy as she makes it back to a vertical base, Sophia goes over to finish the job but receives a Superkick to the face for her troubles, Amy staggers back to the ropes to gather herself for a moment, after which she goes after her opponent, she locks into a Rear Naked choke to ground Simpson and to take control of the match, moments pass and the fans have a mixed reaction to the competitors with some siding with the champion and others siding with the challenger.

The fans routing for Simpson start to cheer as Sophia starts to try and get herself back to a vertical base, she elbows Amy in the ribs to get her to release the hold when she finally gets free, she runs to the ropes, and comes back at her looking for a shoulder block, but Amy is ready and waiting and nails a Dropkick to the face of Sophia, both women get back up and Amy takes advantage of a dazed Sophia with an Angel Fury, Sophia hits the mat hard and looks to be out cold, Amy climbs the turnbuckle looking for the Amysault he reaches the top and goes to jump.

CRACK!!

Josh Mathews: "WHAT THE HELL??"

Amy falls down to the mat from the turnbuckle and lands hard, the camera pans up to reveal Adam Matthews holding a chair and sporting a sadistic smile on his face, the crowd erupt into boo's as he enters the ring, the referee calls for the Disqualification on Sophia despite having nothing to with it, Sophia comes around and looks ahead of her and sees her friend lying on the mat obviously injured, she doesn't notice that Adam is behind her and setting himself up for another chairshot.

Josh Mathews: "Don't do it you sick son of a bitch, you've done enough damage already"

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!

Adam strikes again knocking the Womens Champion out and then 2 further shots to her face, the referee tries to pull the weapon off Matthews but he receives the same treatment the women did

CRACK!!

Matthews looks proud of his work and raises the chair above his head, until he spots the rest of Dallas Justice flooding out of the lockeroom, he quickly makes an exit through the crowd and runs with Full Metal Jack and Danny Ray in hot persuit, while JD Wheeler and Steve Corona check on Sophia and Amy respectively, Steve calls for medical assistance as the damage Matthews inflicted is shown with Sophia bleeding from the face and Amy still unconcious, JD Wheeler is almost in tears as the 2 most important women in his life get put on stretchers and brought backstage.

Josh Mathews: "I have never witnessed anything like this in my entire career, this is sickening!"

The camera fades out as the girls are brought through the curtain with Steve and JD following