[Elizabeth, PA was ready for war. Four high caliber wrestling matches, and a night's worth of entertainment.]

[Lets do this.]

[Due to the harsh remarks of a gifted critic last week, Anthony Palladino decided not to have Ian Wright and Joey "The Mouth" on the audio taping for this event. They were simply in the building for the purpose of having an announcer's table in the building.]

Taken to the Task [Angel of Death]
[Angel of Death and Black Widow were walking into the arena's backstage area, and it's clear that Black Widow wasn't happy with Angel of Death's recent interview segment.]

Widow: "Really? You want to blame the move on your blunder?"

AOD: "Hey, we all make mistakes. I'll take full credit for that, I didn't do my homework."

Widow: "Didn't do your homework? How could you mistake former WWA World Champion Edward White for that passable excuse for a shaved chimp William Boscoe Davenport?"

AOD: "So I got my brief dalliance with the Prestige Title stuck in my head after listening to Adrien drone on. I tell you neither one of them belong near a microphone. I'm just glad that "Generic Angry Minority #5" Calib Wallace spared us the vapid musings in his head."

Widow: "Yes, well, I suppose I should give you some credit for concentrating more on your match tonight instead of Jake Donovan."

AOD: "I told you. Watch him tonight. Pay close attention."

Widow: "I know, I know. And I will. Just, I wish that you would let me know what's going through your head sometimes."

AOD: [smiling] "Sweetheart, I love you too much to let you do that."

[They stop at their dressing room, and head in. Fade.]

TIME MACHEEN [Zortalk]

[William Boscoe "The Sean Connery of Wrestling" Davenport was walking down the hallway, whistling away with out a care in the world, when all of a sudden he walked by a sign. The crudely written sign stated...]

TIME MACHEEN

[Zortalk rubbed his goatee and smiled, entering the room, but making sure no one saw the inner-workings of the time machine. No mortal could see how some evil scientist solved the time paradox.]

10 SECONDS LATER

[A tanned and bronzed version of William Davenport stepped out from the Time Machine.]

Zortalk: "Behold! I have transcended both space and time. But mainly time, thanks to this Time Machine, conveniently found in Elizabeth, PA!"

[Cheap Pop]

Zortalk: "All week long, I found myself in a bind. My opponents are not in their prime -- Calib Wallace's time has passed, Adrien Cochrane still hasn't hit puberty and Angel of Death, well, no one really knows what his problem is.

"But thanks to this time machine, I traveled back to a time where Calib Wallace's name held it's weight in gold. I witnessed the majesty of his in-ring prowess, when he could be called a Ring General and when I might have been thrilled to wrestle a soon to be legend.

"Sadly when I went to this time, Calib Wallace refused to fight this good, god-damn handsome man. Admittedly, I yelled at him from the front row at an AWA house show. But the fact still stands, Wallace denied my challenge in the past. Tonight, this is the match row A has been wanting for eight years.

"And tonight, I will defeat you, proving that I am the only AWA Double Crown Champion worth mentioning."

[With a grin and crossed arms, William continued.]

"But, to stop their would be a crime and damaging to my own ego -- I had to find out what would come of Adrien Cochrane...

"Keep in mind, when traveling into the future you technically cease to be in the timeline, you have removed yourself from any future happenings. With that said, if I was not in this match Adrien would win via DQ over Angel of Death. He would go onto compete in two more Summer Game matches before finally claiming the prize.

"Adrien then goes onto become one of the most successful World Champions the WWA has even seen, holding onto the championship for eight solid months, taking on everyone from Ryan Blasier, Eric Dane and accidentally crippling his friend Justin Brooks in a heated ladder match."

[Confusion begins to set in.]

"But all good things must end. Adrien's undefeated streak is ended by yours truly.

"You see when I step out of the time machine, I make it just in time for I-Wars 2013. I make up some story about how I got caught in an avalanche and frozen for the three years -- people in the future are still as gullible as they are now and I challenge Adrien to a match.

"To make a long story short, I won. Just like I'll win this match."

[Zortalk almost left the frame, but he stopped.]

[He left again, but once again came back.]

"P.S. - Angel of Death, you retired from your career of mediocrity, changed your name to Dirty Dirk Dale and became one helluva NASCAR driver. Good job."

[Scene.]

Two on One Match
-VS-

Curtis Penn -vs- The Hunters

[Curtis Penn shook his head before dropping an elbow on Riker. He went for the pin.]

1...

2...

NO!

[Penn got up and stomped away on Riker. The Hunters simply seemed to not be ready for this match, as they have inflicted no damage at all on Curtis Penn. Suddenly, Vanin got back into the picture and held Curtis Penn. Riker got up and slapped Penn across the face. That move seemed to only anger Penn, and he simply head butted Riker and grabbed Vanin's face and snap mared him over his head. Penn lifted up Vanin and dropped him with an inverted DDT. Penn got up and looked ready to explode on this team. The crowd stood in shock at how easily and decisively one-sided this match was. Penn lifted up Riker and press-slammed him right on his back. Penn dropped an elbow on him for good measure.]

[Vanin ran up behind Penn and got snap mared over again. Penn locked in an ankle lock on Vanin but quickly let go. He was not satisfied with simply beating this team. Penn lifted up Vanin and began kicking at Vanin's knees for his own pleasure. Riker went to the top rope and leapt off nailing Penn with a flying bulldog. That had to be officially the first move for The Hunters. Riker began stomping away on Curtis Penn and went for a quick cover.

1...

KICKOUT!

[Penn just would not stay down and Riker could not believe it. Riker lifted up Penn and received a jawbreaker. Riker was on spaghetti legs and barely standing. Penn followed in with a stiff kick right to his face. Vanin went to forearm Penn, but Penn was ready for it with an elbow to the face. Penn lifted up Vanin and jack hammered him to the canvas.]

Penn: "AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

[The intensity in Penn's face said it all and the crowd watched in shock.]

[Penn lifted up Vanin and threw him to the outside. He followed as the ref made his mandatory ten count.]

1...

[Penn lifted up Vanin's face and raked his face against the guardrail.]

2...

[Penn lifted him up again and dropped him throat first against the unforgiving guardrail.]

3...

[Penn stomped away on Vanin, before lifting him up in a body slam position and slammed him against the ring post.]

4...

[Suddenly, Riker attempted a plauncha over the top and took out Curtis Penn and Vanin, who was still being held in his grasp.]

5...

6...

7...

[Riker got up and rolled Penn in the ring. He slid in and followed up with a pin.]

1...

KICKOUT!

[WHOA! Riker was angered and lifted up Penn only to receive a European uppercut. Penn grabbed Riker by the face, slammed his face down on his knee, and went to cover.]

1...

2...

3!!!!

Tour [Cannon & Ze Kellermans]
[Cannon sat behind his Presidential desk while he shuffled some obligatory bills that he needed to review. That was the work of the President of Cannonda and a job that Cannon was up to fulfilling. Cannon took a deep breath before lifting up the first paper for review.]

Voice: "President Cannon. Your subject is on his way."

[Cannon looked up to notice one of his assistants leaning over to inform him of the subject who was coming to speak to him. However, Cannon never made it to her eyes. Cannon's eyes rested on his assistants humongous, plump plastic titties. His eyes grew almost as wide as his mouth, and he dropped the papers he was holding.]

Cannon: "Thank you for the heads up... Tittt..s."

[Cannon's assistant gave him a wink before hearing a knock on his Presidential door.]

Cannon: "Come in!"

[Knock. Knock. Knock.]

Cannon: "I said come in!!!"

[Cannon rolled his eyes, as he once again forgot about his door being sound proof. Cannon motioned to his assistant to get the door.]

Cannon: "Please let him in, Tits."

[She walked to the door and opened it. John Kellerman entered the room, flanked by his father and grandfather. They looked around at the office and then to Cannon. The assistant to the President shut the door behind them.]

John: "Well, Herr Cannon? What did you want us for?"

[Cannon looked at Kellerman and then to his father and grandfather. He looked back to Kellerman with a smile.]

Cannon: "Figured I'd show you around the place. Say, who are these two subjects you bring with you? You know, normally I would not allow unscheduled guests to come into my Presidential office."

[Grandpa Erwin snorted.]

Erwin: "Subjects? What do you think you are? Ein Konig? HA!"

[Cannon looked to Kellerman in a disgusted manner. He never managed to look at the old man.]

Cannon: "What decade did this man come from?"

[Erwin frowned at Cannon.]

Erwin: "I am from a time where the youth knew to respect their elders, you undankbar Punker!"

[Cannon finally glanced to the old man with a look of disdain.]

Cannon: "Respect to the elders? Why, if it were up to me, you'd be imprisoned for insulting yours truly, the President of Cannonda! Do you realize how high I rank in the land of Cannonda? Have you any brass or intelligence to realize who the hell I am and what the hell I do???"

[Erwin and David looked at each other, confused.]

David: "Pardon my ignorance, but what is a Cannonda?"

Erwin: "I think that it's a type of vacuum."

[Cannon pointed to the tiled floor, not managing to buy into the humility.]

Cannon: "This is my Presidential office... And the land of Cannonda is the land that I am President of. A country where we have the most gorgeous of female species, we have an unbiased culture, and no fuck ups to ensure that our country goes down the drain in thirty years. We are not some incompetent fucktards in office that do not know how to handle our duties. We do it fine and we do it well!"

[Cannon took a drink out of his filtered Cannondian branded water and set it back down on his desk.]

Cannon: "Anyways, I am still wondering who in the hell you two are. Can someone fill me in here before I have my security toss you two out on your keesters?"

David: "I am John's father, David. This is his grandfather, Erwin. We're here to make sure that you don't try anything hostile against our blood."

[Erwin gazed along the walls, and started to laugh at a poster on the wall. It had an animated Chris Cannon standing in front of a field of red and black -- a sort of knock-off of the popular Obama '08 posters -- with the words "Cannon ist ein Bergdünger." Cannon noticed this and grinned.]

Cannon: "Oh, didn't know I had some respect for Germany in my blood, Mr. Erwin?"

[Erwin had to stifle his laughter before continuing the discussion. His baldhead was completely red from the hilarity. He wiped a stray tear from his cheek.]

Erwin: "Do you understand what that poster says, Herr Cannon?"

[Cannon smiled.]

Cannon: "Why yes, yes, I do. It says 'Cannon is a loving man.' I figured I could lighten the mood. Just a typical joke, my senior friend."

[Cannon chuckled. Erwin began to laugh to himself, and shook his head. He walked over to Cannon, and reached up to put his hand on Cannon's shoulder.]

Erwin: "Herr Cannon, that poster says 'Cannon is a Manure Mountain.'"

[John and David both look at the poster and begin chuckling to themselves, too, as Cannon's face quickly turned red from the embarrassment.]

Cannon: "You mean to tell me the German interpreters here in Appalachian Wrestling set me up? Why, what a disgrace! They told me it would be a good message to show for my love of Germany and its people. The damn heathens!"

[Cannon rose up out of his chair and dropped the plastic poster into his golden Presidential trash can.]

Cannon: "And you think this is funny? Do ya???"

[The Kellermans nodded, collectively.]

John: "Yes, actually, we do."

David: "It was pretty humourous."

Erwin: "I especially find it hilarious that you thought that anyone with a milliliter self-respect would write something positive about you, Herr Cannon."

[Cannon looked around the Kellerman family.]

Cannon: "Well, I am glad you guys find it funny... Because I have always hated the country of Germany anyway! Your country will forever be engulfed by a disgraceful, weak, and virgin of a dictator who could not handle the pressures of leading... And quite honestly, I am sick and tired of those goddamn 'Herrs'!!!"

[Cannon pointed at the Kellermans.]

Cannon: "I am not no goddamn Herr!!!"

[Cannon's tone melted and his reddened face soon gained its color back. He eased back to his chair.]

Cannon: "I am President Cannon... And by the end of the night, I will carry your little seedling to a shot at the WWA Tag Titles. How do you feel about that?"

[The Kellermans stared at Cannon, trying to analyze this sudden meltdown.]

Erwin: "Well, good luck with that, Manure Mountain. We have a match to prepare for."

[The Kellermans go to leave, and Erwin poked his head in the door one last time.]

Erwin: "Oh, and by the way, I knew Adolf personally. He was a far better leader than you could be, even when he was eating his cyanide tablet!"

[Cannon smirked.]

Cannon: "No way! Adolf was a fragile, weak, loser! Just like you have been your entire life! Just like all of you Kellermans always will be! Now get the hell out of my office!!!"

[Erwin snorted again.]

Erwin: "Whatever you say, President Manure Mountain."

[Erwin slammed the door behind him, leaving Cannon to contemplate what just happened. Cannon looked over to Tits.]

Cannon: "I hate Germany..."

[Cannon's assistant rolled her eyes.]

Cannon: "I am the best leader in this world, right Tits?

[Cannon's assistant winked.]

Cannon: "I say it's officially time to lead you to Operation Passion Sensation."

[Tits winked before walking over to Cannon, causing Cannon to engage along her body.]

Cannon: "Ready for WAR!?"

Tits: "Bring it on!"

[Cannon and Tits traded lip lock as both felt of each other in every perverse and sensual way. The door creaked open while Cannon and Tits are going at it, and Grandpa Erwin peeked in. He adjusted his glasses to make sure that he was seeing everything right, and shuttered. He tip-toed over to Cannon's presidential trash can, and picked up the discarded poster. He unfolded it, giggled quietly to himself, and sneaked out the door again. Cannon grabbed Tits plastic goodies. ~BOOM~]

Angel of Death Addresses the Crowd
[Angel of Death and Black Widow headed to the ring while "Oblivion" by Diary of Dreams reverbrated through the arena. They both climbed into the ring, and Angel of Death took a microphone from a ring attendant.]

AOD: "So tonight I have to deal with not one, not two, but three men for some sort of "good thing." Whatever that is, I'm curious. That's why I am going to have to do everything I can to win tonight."

Widow: [taking the microphone from him] "Adrien Cochrane, you've got a great career ahead of you, if you're smart. Regrettably, you have yet to prove that you are. What you do tonight may shape the rest of your career, or you may repeat your dismal failures all over again, and continue to be the laughing stock of the WWA."

AOD: [after Widow hands him back the microphone] "Then there's my opponent from last week, and Adrien's defacto partner, Calib Wallace. You showed some heart last week, sure. Getting your ass handed to me like a government mule and then got it blended back up like a rancid smoothie by Rivers and Donovan. Sure, great work. Too bad it's likely what's kept you silent since then. That's fine by me. Stay silent. Hell, stay away from the ring tonight, and save yourself further internal damage."

[He hands the microphone back to Widow.]

Widow: "Then we have the movie master himself, William Davenport, better known as Zortalk. Hmm. Quite the handle on you William. And quite an imagination ... oh, wait, all we were treated to was a bad imitation of the better of the Batman movies, all focused on making fun indirectly of Angel of Death, because of his slight case of distracted thought, but more at Edward White, who no one has seen hide nor head of in a while. Why fixate on someone not in the match, Zortalk? I mean really. I know you find yourself to be magnificent and handsome like the great eagle, but I must admit that your presence reminds me more of the dead fish caught inside of said eagle’s mouth."

AOD: [retrieving the microphone] "It's kind of like how I feel about Adrien too. You know, like were I to find him in the wild being torn apart alive by rabid dogs, I'd merrily sell popcorn. Gentlemen, it's a foregone conclusion that this match will be won by yours truly. I'm simply letting you know, as a courtesy, not to get your hopes up."

Widow: [once again with the microphone] "So guys, when it's all said and done, and you're either staring up at the lights, or dazed, listening to our music, you will know that we've only told you the truth ..."

AOD: [taking the microphone one final time] "... don't say we didn't warn you."

[He dropped the microphone, and they leave the ring to the sounds of their music once more.]

Fatal Fourway
-VS- -VS- -VS-

Adrien Cochrane -vs- Angel of Death -vs- Calib Wallace -vs- Zortalk

[What’s better than four of the WWA’s biggest superstars in the ring at the same time? Let me know when you get that answer.]

[With Calib Wallace, Adrien Cochrane, William Davenport, and the Angel of Death in the ring, the bell rang and the match began. Cochrane and Angel of Death started to tie up on one end with Wallace and Zortalk on the other. Calib Wallace got to the point where they were exchanging lefts and rights, Wallace with a small edge. Angel of Death swung for clothesline on Cochrane, who ducked and responded with a leaping crossbody.]

[Zortalk finally countered a suplex from Wallace and was able to hit a reverse DDT on the former AWA champion. With Wallace temporarily out of the picture, Zortalk tackled Adrien Cochrane from behind, helping Angel of Death get back into the match. Angel of Death, not exactly the grateful type, quickly hit a snap suplex on the lawyer-slash-wrestler.]

[Angel of Death might have wanted to keep Zortalk in play because when Adrien Cochrane and Calib Wallace returned to their feet, the two tag team partners were not targeting each other. Wallace irish whipped Angel into a hurricanrana by Cochrane. Zortalk got up and went back down after a double suplex from the two fan favorites. The crowd started cheering for the two. Angel of Death was back up once more and tried to see if he can get Wallace one on one, but that didn’t work after Wallace and Cochrane drilled him with a double superkick.]

[The two tag team partners knew that had to eventually fight each other, so the two men shook hands before they started circling each other, but not before Zortalk grabbed Adrien by the leg, and Angel of Death clobbered Wallace with a lariat to the back of the head. Zortalk took the life out of the crowd when he knocked Adrien Cochrane out cold with a devastating Tigerbomb.]

[Calib Wallace was attempting to prove to everyone that he could beat Angel of Death with some massive karate kicks, but Angel of Death eventually caught one of the kicks and knocked Wallace off his feet by kicking the other leg. Wallace was back on his feet quickly, and the two were about to go at it again until they both realized Zortalk had the cover on Cochrane.]

One

TWO!!

[Wallace and Angel of Death dragged Zortalk off of Cochrane, who rolled out the ring. The two bitter enemies actually double teamed on Davenport and executed a pretty good double DDT.]

[But all good things must come to an end and Angel of Death and Calib Wallace were right back where they left off. Wallace with a leftÖAngel with a rightÖWallace with a rightÖAngel a leftÖWallace rightÖAngel leftÖAngel right, left, right, left and then a clothesline. The crowd started to boo as Angel of Death tried to hit his “Going Home” move, but William “Zortalk” Davenport didn’t let that happen. Zortalk clubbed Angel of Death in the back with a closed fist.]

[Wallace took advantage of that opening Zortalk gave him to counter Angel’s attempt at his finisher into a snap mare. Wallace quickly kicked Zortalk in the midsection and hit a DDT on him. Wallace’s momentum was stopped dead when he was a victim of a Russian Leg Sweep from Angel of Death.]

[Zortalk ran against the ropes, clotheslined Angel of Death, then hit a leaping leg drop on the downed Wallace. Zortalk started to give the booing crowd a smug look until he realized he forgot somethingÖ]

[MOONSAULT BY ADRIEN COCHRANE!! Adrien Cochrane came back into the match from out of nowhere and Zortalk was taken completely out by the moonsault. Adrien scrambled back to Zortalk’s unconscious body for the cover.]

One

TWO!!

TH-NO!!

[Angel of Death broke up the count. Like Adrien did earlier, Zortalk rolled out the ring. Cochrane, who has had some rest now, quickly dropkicked Angel of Death. These two’s feud over the HRW Manhattan Island title match has been widely discussed in the hyping of this match and there is no love lost as Cochrane quickly threw Angel of Death over the top rope and began to follow. Calib Wallace followed and the two sent Angel of Death into the stairs. Angel of Death, possibly with a “two can play at that game” mindset, raked Wallace’s eyes then sent Cochrane into the same stairs. The crowd heard Cochrane’s back echo off the stairs.]

[Zortalk started to stir and try to regain consciousness about ten feet away from the other three. Wallace went for a spinning heel kick on Angel of Death, who dodged the move and letting Adrien get hit by the kick. Angel sent Wallace into the barricade by the fans, and followed that up with a huge Adrien-like dropkick. The actual Adrien got back up in an attempt to rescue his friend, but Zortalk was back in the mix and hit a snap suplex, sending Adrien into the hard outside mat near the ramp.]

[The guys must have thought that they might as well use the ramp if they were that close to is. The referee has pretty much lost control of the match and after talking to the timekeeper, doesn’t want to count out all four men. Angel of Death tried to see if he could end Wallace’s career with a brainbuster onto the steel ramp, but Wallace wanted to keep his health in tact and flipped over Angel of Death’s back. Zortalk took both men out with a flying lariat.]

[Adrien Cochrane saw his moment to shine with all three men out on the ground in the same area. He got on the apron, said a prayer, and leaped into a shooting star press, connecting with Angel of Death’s body.]

[Calib Wallace was slowly getting back to his feet, followed by Zortalk. It was obvious that Angel of Death and Adrien Cochrane were gonna be down for a little bit longer. Wallace and Davenport started to exchange lefts and rights until Wallace snuck in an elbow strike and then started to bring the fight near the entrance to the backstage area. Zortalk eventually had a spark of life when he countered another left attempt into a DDT on the concrete floor.]

[You would think that ended Zortalk’s struggles, but here comes Cochrane and Angel of Death, not wanting to be left out. The two usually bitter rivals started to work together on Zortalk, sending him into a wall. Then they realized exactly who they were working with and started to duke it out amongst themselves.]

[Wallace started to get back on his feet and came to Adrien Cochrane’s assistance. Angel of Death, who has been on the wrong side of the numbers game the entire match, but quickly fought off Adrien with a lifting knee strike. Calib Wallace, however, caught Angel off guard with a calf kick. Those things hurt more than you’d think.]

[Wallace started to finally get an upper hand on Angel of Death for a good few minutes until Angel of Death dodged a charging shoulder tackle that sent Wallace into a metal pole. Angel of Death smirked until he turned around.]

[ADRIEN CUTTER! Adrien instinctively crawls to Angel of Death and gets his arm over his chest for the cover, but they aren’t even near the referee, who is in the ringÖwith Zortalk?!?!]

[Zortalk had snuck back in the ring a minute ago and had convinced the referee to start the count out.]

FIFTEEN!

[Wallace wasn’t getting up. Neither was Angel of Death. Cochrane didn’t seem to know what was going on, but used all his energy on the Adrien Cutter anyway.]

SIXTEEN!

SEVENTEEN!

[Wallace was stirring. Cochrane was stirring. It didn’t look likely for any of them to make it to the ring in time. A road agent started to try to tell them what was going on, but it may have been too late.]

EIGHTEEN!

[The speedy Adrien Cochrane started to try to get there in time to at least stop the count.]

NINETEEN!

TWENTY!

[He was too late. The bell rang and William “Zortalk” Davenport was declared the winner by count out. Calib Wallace and Angel of Death made it back on the ramp to see the end result of their hard fought battle. Angel of Death started walking back, pretty pissed off, followed by Cochrane and Wallace, who gave each other reassuring pats on the back. Davenport gave a big smirk to the booing crowd for his sneaky victory.]

Back Up Plans [Cannon]
*OOOOOHHHH CAAAAAAAANNONDAAAAAAA
HOW AWESOME IS YOUR NAAAAAAAME
THE BEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD
MUCH BETTER THAN A-MER-I-CAAAAA
WITH THE BEST EVERYTHING
AND THE SWEETEST, MOST AWESOME RIDES
OUR COUNTRY IS TOTALLY BADICAL
AND WE ARE THE BEST
YOUR MOOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOOM
WAS GREEEEEAAAAAAT LAST NIGHT
AND WE'D LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR HER KINDNESS...*

[Those lines played on repeat as the "President of Cannonda"; President Cannon made his way down to the ring. He did not bring his trademark grin and was not strutting to the ring this week. This time, the wear and tear of the Aggro Crag was evident, with a slight limp and a rather serious expression upon Cannon's face.]

[It had been just a week ago that The Foreshadowing and A.W.E.S.O.M.E. put their careers and lives in jeopardy when they battled in the infamous Aggro Crag match. It was a sight to see; and a match that will go down in the annals of time, as one of the greatest gimmick matches in the WWA history. Las Vegas, Nevada had not been the same since and likely never would.]

[Cannon reached the ring finally and rolled in. The ring announcer tossed him a microphone, and he glared at the audience. He outstretched his free hand.]

Cannon: "Here I am!"

[The crowd booed.]

Cannon: "I made it clear to everyone what my intentions were. I looked every single one of you people in the eyes and told you what would be happening. Chris Cannon would be skyrocketing to the top. My stock would rise tenfold."

[Cannon smiled.]

Cannon: "Now, here I am. One week removed from participating in the most dangerous and innovative match in the WWA history. A match that took place in the Aggro Crag and the match that made Chris Cannon! I call it the defining moment in my career. I will forever look at that match and stand proud of what was accomplished."

[The crowd applauded Cannon for probably the first time in his career. The swerve was yet to come.]

Cannon: "A match that was brightened because of me. I was the sole beneficiary!"

[Cannon smirked as the crowd booed. Cannon paused.]

Cannon: "And what would make Jake Donovan and Nick Rivers think that they will walk out without a few scars. Better yet, what makes them think they will walk out victorious at all? I took out The Foreshadowing and drenched their Canadian faces in their own misery. I maimed and crippled the both of them."

[Cannon took a long pause and looked down at the canvas.]

Cannon: "John Kellerman..."

[Cannon focused in on the camera view.]

Cannon: "John Kellerman, generosity can only get you so far. I bailed you out of prison after your ill-fated run-in with authorities. I took it upon myself to make sure you did not screw my chance at Tag Team gold up. I did it to make you see the light. I tried to help you, and now you are on your own."

[Cannon shook his head before reaching in his ring pants and pulling out a stack of pamphlets.]

Cannon: "I gave everyone a chance. One too many times I tried to be the savior. You thought I was lying when I called America the most vicious and brutal mob in history. What did I receive for my efforts? A big swift kick in the balls!"

[Cannon's face turned a bright red.]

Cannon: "No longer do I hand these pamphlets out to you American people. From now on, it is full on Cannonda rules. The more you ignore our presence, the more we come after you."

[Cannon ripped up the pamphlets and tossed the shredded papers into the air. The torn pamphlets slowly made their way down to the canvas. Cannon pointed at the audience.]

Cannon: "And just to let you all know, if the WWA or the American regime tries to screw me over this time, I HAVE BACKUP PLANS!"

[Cannon laughed. He dropped the mic on top of the pamphlets and trash that was being thrown in the ring. Cannon closed his eyes, as if he was soaking in the response and raised his hands to the air in victory.]

Interview w/ The Champ [Ronnie Long]
Benny Berg: “I’m standing backstage with Ronnie Long! Long, in just a few short moments you’ll be going to the ring to settle your issues with Christopher Rashaad Isaac Patterson once and for allÖ”

[Ronnie Long was without the other two Untouchables, standing there impassively in his trench coat and shades.]

Long: “As I’ve said before, I’ve never been much into the back and forth insulting part of this gameÖ but I will indeed comment on Christopher.”

[Long hoisted the Atlantic Coast Championship belt up over his shoulder.]

Long: “Something about that guy rubbed me the wrong way from the second he opened his mouth. Now, I can see his point a little bit, I can understand him feeling that there was some injustice in the fact that I hit Zortalk with a shovel and put him out for a few months, and got his spot in a tournament for doing it. That was wrong, but hey. The Untouchables may be playing the good guys this time around, but never did we say ‘nice’.

Berg: “Moving on from that, though. CRIP kept up the refrain that you were undeserving of having gotten the opportunity in the first place.”

Long: “And as the weeks rolled on and my victories kept on piling up, everyone else changed their tune. Angel of Death and I aren’t exactly sharing beers after the cards, but at least we’re both on the level with each other. CRIP, thoughÖ Benny, I’d never heard of a guy who had both an inferiority complex and narcissism issues before I met him. In one breath he’s one of the underdogs and he’s gonna rise up and take what’s his, and in the next he’s the scary black man in a world of scared white boys. And he censors his gangsta rap entrance theme. Makes my head spin.”

[Long paused for breath, cracking his neck to the side.]

Long: “But I could’ve forgiven all that, if he wasn’t such a pussy. He shot his mouth off, I told him to bring it, and he ducked bringing it for a couple months. And that’s why I say this ends now. I’m going to beat it straight through CRIP’s head that he’s not to open his mouth against me, and I’m going to beat it in so hard that his identical twins Vince Webb and Malik Johnson can feel it.

[Turning, Long abruptly walked out of the interview area. Looking slightly bemused, Berg turned back to the camera.]

Berg: “Ronnie Long dislikes CRIP. There you have it, folks.

Atlantic Coast Championship Match
-VS-

Ronnie Long [C] -vs- C.R.I.P.

[CRIP made his entrance first, to a chorus of raucous boos. He flipped off the fans and stood waiting.]

[Then, “Cleansed by Fire” by Alice Cooper hit and the fans exploded. Long walked out of the back, the Atlantic Coast Championship in one hand and his trademark shovel in the other. He made his way towards the ring and rolled in under the bottomÖ]

[Öand CRIP cut him off with a knee before he even got in!]

[As Long dropped his gear and fell to the ringside mats, CRIP just stomped away. He wasn’t trying to be sporting or entertaining, just trying to do as much damage as he could. Grabbing Long by the trench coat CRIP pulled him to his feet and hurled him into the stairs! The stairs separated with a clang. CRIP picked Long up again and scoop slammed him right onto the bottom half!]

[The match hadn’t even started yet and CRIP absolutely disdained the referee’s instructions. He delivered a German suplex to Long on the ringside mats, folding the champ in half.]

[On commentary, Joey the Mouth wondered where Jeff Andrews and Heidi Christenson were.]

[CRIP was still on the offensive outside the ring. Now he grabbed a chair and cracked Long over the head with it.]

[Long just glared at him!]

[CRIP switched gears, push-kicking Long over onto his back and then jamming the edge of the chair into his ribs.]

[Ian Wright pondered whether the match should be thrown out despite not having legally started yet. CRIP picked Long up in a fireman’s carry and dropped him on the guard rail. Leaving Long doubled over it, he jumped to the other side and kicked Long in the face, sending him flipping off the rail and landing on the ringside mats.]

[The referee was screaming at CRIP to get back into the ring. CRIP finally acquiesced. He rolled Long in under the bottom rope and followed, again going into an extended period of stomping as the ref called for the bell.]

[CRIP took a break from stomping to yell an invective into the camera, most of which was lost in the crowd noise. The word that came through was “overrated”. He turned back on Long, pulled him to his feet, and knocked him back into the ropes with a European uppercut.]

[Sending Long on the fly with an Irish whip, CRIP hit the ropes perpendicular, and rebounded with his “Drive By” – that running yakuza kick to the side of the head.]

[KA-THWACK!!]

[No one has to date kicked out of the Drive By, and this will not be the first day.]

[Because Long didn’t even go down.]

[CRIP’s jaw dropped.]

[Long grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the corner. Instead of letting him bounce out, he held him against the post, and delivered a turnbuckle clothesline!]

[And a second one!]

[And a third, fourth, fifth, and a sixth!]

[He sent CRIP across the ring into the other buckle so hard that CRIP came staggering right back outÖ into a BRUTAL running Western Lariat!]

[Long took one knee and placed his hand on the motionless chest of CRIP.]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

[Long hadn’t even had time to take off his trench coat. The timekeeper had retrieved the title from where Long had dropped it when CRIP sneak attacked him, and the ref now handed it to him.]

[Long hit all four turnbuckles as the fans chanted his name.]

[Preoccupied with thoughts of the match Jake looked around uncertainly, thinking he'd heard his name but having no way to be sure. The building loomed ahead, and he was focused entirely on the match ahead, so when the hand descended on his shoulder and he was given a rough shake, Jake startled and jerked angrily away, hands coming up defensively as his feet took an aggressive stance, preparing to attack.]

[His eyes focused slowly, taking in his brother's face as he stepped backwards, eyes widening in surprise]

Charlie: "Christ Jake, relax, it's just me, damn!"

Jake: "What the hell are you doing here!?"

Charlie: "I came with the rest of the family, mom and dad want you to meet them at our hotel when you get done with this mess tonight."

Jake: "Mess!?."

Charlie: "Well what else would you have them call it Jake! A bunch of so called grown men beating the hell out of each other for money. It's completely uncivilized and you were raised better than this. You're smart damnit all, you got a damn degree you could be making a living..."

Jake: "Doing what!? Designing for someone else the rest of my life? Sitting in a chair, behind a desk, growing old and complacent and watching all of my dreams slip away year after year? If that's the life you chose then so be it, you don't see me trying to talk you out of it, the least that you could do is leave me to my own devices."

Charlie: "If I were out to destroy my life the way you seem to be then I'd sure as hell want someone to say something to me."

Jake: "I don't want to talk to them, and I don't want to talk to you."

[Charlie grabbed his arm as he turned to leave.

Charlie: "Well that's too bad, I figured you might act like a stubborn two year old, that's why I came here tonight to make sure you came back to the hotel with me,"

Jake: You and what army?"

[hating that he did indeed sound like a petulant child.]

Jake: "They didn't even come here, did they? To the arena, they won't even watch one time."

Charlie: "Is that what this is about? You want them to watch once, will that make you quit? If so I'll but tickets for them right now and tell them to run right over here."

Jake: "I want them to see what I love. I want them to see what I'm good at. But I ain't quitting, whether they come here or not."

Charlie: "Why the hell do you persist on doing this, what the hell is there to love about such brutality!"

Jake: "There's no way you can ever possibly understand."

[Jake turned once more turning to go inside. ]

[Charlie grabbed him again. ]

Charlie: "I told you I ain't leaving you alone till we get to the hotel."

[gripping Jake's arm.]

Charlie: "So let's hurry up and you can do whatever it is you do here so we can get away from this place."

Jake: "You should see the way your face wrinkles up when you say that. You're a snob, you think your too good to be here. I don't need this shit tonight, I have too big of a match, fuck off will ya, before I make you leave. I keep trying to tell you that you can't possibly understand why I love this, why the fans and the lights and my music makes me feel like there's nothing I can do. You can't understand the rush because anything out of the ordinary scares the hell out of you. This is my life, this isn't some stupid game. My family, my brothers gave their blood in this sport, for those people, and that's the only thing that matters to me right now. Not you and not that shame of a family you call mom and dad."

[Charlie lashed out, striking him in the face and then tackling him. It was a good tackle, but then, he had played eight years of football and Jake hadn't been expecting it. Jake his the concrete hard and his brother struck him once, bloodying his mouth.]

Charlie: "Don't you ever speak bad about mom and dad."

[silence.]

Charlie: "Jake did you hear me damnit!"

[silence]

Charlie: "Jake?"

[Jake's green eyes blinked. His brother rolled off of him and shook him. Jake groaned and rolled to his side, then slowly, carefully to his knees. There was blood on the ground and in Jake's long hair, darker than the dyed red he normally wore there.]

Charlie: "Christ. Jake, I'm sorry."

[Charlie to take his arm and help him up. Jake jerked away, automatically and stumbled to his feet. ]

Charlie: "You need a doctor."

Jake: "Get away."

[Jake muttered as he picked up his bag and walked slowly into the building.]

Jake: "stay the hell away."

[And with that he disappeared inside, leaving his brother with a stricken, concerned look to watch him go.]

Hail to the Champs [Angel of Death]
[Angel of Death is walking backstage before the main event, paper and marker in hand. He walked up to the door to the locker room of Jake Donovan and paused. He wrote something on the paper, and with some tape from his pocket, tacks it to the door. The camera followed him as he left, pausing to focus on the note.]

Jake,

I'd wish you luck tonight, but you probably won't need it. Rivers is a good partner, you made a good choice. Take care of Cannon and Kellerman, and claim yourself some gold.

[Fade.]

Main Event: Road to Glory Tag Team Final
-VS-

Chris Cannon & John Kellerman -vs- Jake Donovan & Nick Rivers

[And then there were two teams. Jake Donovan and Nick Rivers. Chris Cannon and John Kellerman. Once the four men were in the ring, the battle for a shot at the WWA World Tag Team titles began.]

[Cannon and Rivers started off the match and both showed they meant business as they engaged in a tie-up with the advantage swinging both ways. Rivers eventually took advantage of his height by getting under Cannon and shoving him off. Rivers’s European Uppercut after that really got the crowd going. Irish whip by Rivers, but Cannon ducked under the clothesline. Kellerman did a blind tag by tapping Cannon on his back shoulder.]

[Cannon still rebounded off the ropes and Rivers, thinking Cannon was still the legal man, hit a powerslam on Cannon and actually kept on top of his for a cover. Unfortunately for Nick, Kellerman was able to capitalize on that mistake and hit an elbow drop on Nick’s back. Nick, making up for his not-so-smart move, made a slightly smarter move and rolled to his corner to tag in Donovan.]

[Donovan nearly took Kellerman’s head off with a vicious strike to the face. Kellerman got back up and attempted a dropkick, but Donovan smartly stepped backwards causing Kellerman to hit nothing but air then mat. Cannon was finally back on the apron in his corner, trying to motivate his tag team partner. Donovan brought Kellerman back to his feet, only to have Kellerman’s knee in his gut. Kellerman whipped Donovan against the ropes and nailed a beautiful hurricanrana. Tag to Cannon.]

[Cannon got back into his groove with a leg drop on the downed Jake Donovan. Chris Cannon with the cover.]

One…

TWO!!

[Donovan got the shoulder up. Donovan tried to get back in his corner, but Cannon pulled him by his legs to stop that. Cannon threw Jake Donovan into the corner, hit a few strikes to the chest and then tagged in Kellerman.]

[Kellerman and Cannon executed a brilliant double superplex that you would think would end the match. To top that off, Kellerman got on the top rope and hit a frog splash with wonderful hangtime. Kellerman stayed on top for the cover.]

One…

TWO!!

THR…NO!

[Nick Rivers to the rescue! Referee Charlie Burke started to try to get Rivers out of the ring when Cannon decided to come in and knock the referee out with a dropkick to the head. Kellerman looked at what Cannon was doing in disgust and was distracted long enough for Donovan to attempt a roll up…but there was no referee!]

[Rivers isn’t a fan of cheating, but he had to save Donovan from what was about to become a two on one assault so he got in the ring and clotheslined Kellerman. Rivers and Cannon began to exchange strikes until Kellerman got back up and dropkicked Rivers. Cannon got on the bottom rope and started yelling towards the ramp.]

[After that, three large, bodyguard-looking men came walking down the ramp. Cannon started smirking. Kellerman started rolling his eyes. Rivers and Donovan, who were both back on their feet, looked worried but getting ready to try to fight them off. That plan did not work out as one of them literally threw Rivers out of the ring. Donovan tried to hit a crossbody on the other two, but they managed to turn it into a double powerbomb. Nick Rivers, not one to give up, slid back in the ring and began to attack the on who threw him only to be whipped into the other two, who gave a double boot to his face. Rivers rolled out of the ring.]

[Knowing that Jake Donovan was still the legal man, Cannon ordered the three men to destroy him. Kellerman was protesting to Cannon, who simply ignored him. The three men began stomping Jake Donovan’s lifeless body until Cannon was satisfied. Cannon said something that looked like “I got it from here,” and the three men started to leave. Kellerman, not happy about this, continued his protest, but they were still falling on deaf ears.]

[Cannon started reviving the referee and covered Donovan. The referee started the count, but then Kellerman yelled a reminder that he’s the legal man. Cannon, looking a little irritated at his partner ruining the chance to steal one, walks over to Kellerman, who was standing by their corner, got on the apron, and slapped his partner’s arm for the tag. Cannon took a second crack at covering Jake Donovan.]

One…

TWO!!

THR…

NO!!

[Jake Donovan somehow, someway, ended up with his shoulder in the air. Chris Cannon started getting furious with the Charlie Burke, yelling angry remarks about how slow his count was, and then worked his way to Kellerman about how he could have had the three if he hadn’t said anything about being the legal man. Cannon was just going to try to hit his finishing move, Your One Night Stand and call it a night, but Donovan was able to reverse it into a small package.]

One…

Kellerman didn’t look like he was going to come to the rescue.

TWO!!!

Contenders for the title?!?!

THREE!!!

[Chris Cannon got out of the small package just a second too late. The bell rang and Jake Donovan and Nick Rivers won themselves a chance to face off for the WWA World Tag Team Championship. As the victors were limping to the back, Cannon was back at yelling at Kellerman. After some words are exchanged, Cannon spat in Kellerman’s face. Kellerman decided he had enough and tackled Cannon, throwing a barrage of punches. Security eventually had to separate the two as the show was starting to close.]

[As Rivers and Donovan were leaving the squared circle, none other than Angel of Death made his way out to the ring. The WWA veteran had a very suspicious look on his face as he crept down towards the ring area. He began to slowly applaud the team of Donovan and Rivers. He finally met the duo and shook both of their hands.]

[Angel of Death then focused on Donovan, sharing a few inaudible words with him. He raised the hand of Donovan to the adoration of the crowd, as the place began to buzz!]

[Just as Donovan is really soaking in the cheers, Angel of Death turns suddenly and catches Donovan by the throat... and sharply slams him down with a Six Feet Under!]

[A raucous of boo's emerge from the crowd as AOD leaves the ring area before Nick Rivers can have a say in the matter. Angel of Death has a twisted smirk on his face as the show cuts off the air.]