National Wrestling Alliance: Domination

[Essa]

Credit to Adgray. Thanks.

Edited March 26, 2005 by Essa

[Jarv]

Well I've been reading along now since the start of this diary and a lot of controversy and disagreements I won't comment upon but I will say that I'm loving the look of this so far. It's diaries like this where you make your own history and your own future that I really love.

Each backstory has been captivating but I've really enjoyed the Florida backstory morethan any and I look forward to the concluding part to it after the debates and have finished

[DMN in the House]

Friday Night Throwdown Preview

It's another Island Friday night, and that can only mean one thing... the best night of television in Hawaii, as NWA: Hawaii prepares to bring you all the updates on action that took place around the islands this week!

For the first time since Rikishi Fatu won the Hawaiian Heavyweight Title, he'll be in action, as he teams up with Japan's own Jinsei Shinzaki to take on the NWA: Hawaii Television Champion 'King' Iaukea and the leader of the Tokyo Lady Killers, Sho Funaki!

We'll also have footage of a heinous attack on 'The Soulman' Rocky Johnson Jr. at the hands of 'The Beast' Bob Sapp, as Sapp continues to attempt to intimidate Rocky into a match. Due to the violent nature of this footage, we will be able to show it one time, and one time only!

Sho Funaki's henchman, 'Dirty' Dick Togo will also be in action, as he prepares to take on the Island's most dangerous man, the infamous Haku! This will be hard hitting action, the way only NWA: Hawaii can provide it!

The Hawaiian Tag Team Champions, the Samoan Gangstas, O.G. Ekmo and Kimo, have requested a chance to speak their minds not only on the tag ranks of NWA: Hawaii, but also about the NWA World Tag Team Champions, The Dudley Boyz. These two never hold their tongues, so you'll want to be sure not to miss it!

In other in ring action, The Samoan Swat Team 2000 will take on the Island Boys, in a match that could go a long way in determining the next contenders to the Samoan Gangstas tag team titles. You won't want to miss a moment of this fast paced action!

We'll also have a sneak peek at Hollywood's next action hero, LA Smooth's new movie, as well as Afa Jr. and The Miz in action, only on Friday Night Throwdown! Check your local listings for time and channel!

Edited March 27, 2005 by sycodmn

[ClaRK! Kent]

NWA: Texas Live!

Week One - 4/4/05

Location: Amarillo, TX

Announcers: Jim Ross and Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan

Pre-Show Segment…

-- IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO WINS…

As NWA: Texas’ first-ever television broadcast begins, we open up to a bare locker room, with only a single black steel chair in the centre of view. Sitting on the chair, a towel over his shoulder and with his trusty guitar leaning against his leg, is Jeff Jarret. Jarret looks into the camera for a moment, and then peers over the top of his shades as he speaks…

Jeff Jarret: All I’ve really been hearin’ for the last couple of weeks is ‘what’s gonna go down in the 4-War match?’ Callaway, Austin, Savage, Vader, they’ve been gettin’ all the attention for a while now… who’s gonna walk outta Amarillo with the title? It doesn’t matter. Any of those four men will be nothin’ but a transitional champion, a footnote in history… why? Because tonight, the new school is in session, Jeff Jarret is in town and that spells nothin’ but trouble for whoever takes that title home tonight. It doesn’t matter who wins, because I’m a shoe-in ’gainst DDP tonight, and that means you’ll be seein’ a new Texas Heavyweight champion soon, you can damn well count on it, slappy. Now get outta my face.

Jarret gets up from the chair, pushing his hand into the camera and covering up our view, shoving the hapless cameraman out of his locker room.

(Segment quality 82%)

From there, we fade out of the pre-show segment and the opening video montage is shown, set to some traditional country music and heavily playing on the old-school aspect of the promotion, featuring Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes, Randy Savage, and Mark Callaway. Additionally, a few of the younger stars also feature, with Garrison Cade and America’s Most Wanted both shown. From there, we head over to the Amarillo National Center, where Jim Ross and Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan are at the announcer’s position.

Jim Ross: Welcome to the Amarillo National Center, welcome to NWA: Texas Live, on UPN! This is our first show on national television, folks, and it feels good to be nationwide! I’m the voice of the Great State, Jim Ross, alongside Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan! And Brain, we’ve got a huge main event in store tonight! Mean Mark Callaway, the NWA: Texas Heavyweight champion, defends against not one, not two, but three men! Steve Austin, Randy Savage, and the man-mountain Vader!

Bobby Heenan: You’ve gotta think that Callaway won’t be coming out of this one on top, Jim, he won’t even have to be pinned to lose this one!

Jim Ross: That’s right, under 4-War rules the champion does not have to be involved in the fall to lose the title, something which Callaway has been very vocal about in recent weeks! And not only do we have that match, Brain, but it’s a night of champions tonight with the Massacre championship up for grabs and the return of the Rock’N’Roll Express as they shoot for the Tag Team titles!

Bobby Heenan: I’m just interested to see who Dusty got to face Garrison Cade! He’s been through every man in the division, and Dusty said he’d get somebody in from outside the state to take a shot at Cade - the question has to be who, and from where?

Jim Ross: Well, Brain, it looks like we won’t be waiting long!

-- JACK ATTACK

Jim Ross notes that Garrison Cade’s music, a gritty southern rock track, has begun, and the ‘Unstoppable’ Massacre champion is strolling down to the ring, wearing his usual cowboy hat and tassled denim jacket, with the belt slung casually over his shoulder. Cade steps into the ring, and grins as ring announcer Gene Okerlund lists off his accomplishments to the booing crowd. Eventually, Cade’s music fades, and it is left up to Okerlund to introduce his opponent…

Gene Okerlund: And his opponent… hailing from Memphis, Tennessee and coming to you out of Japan’s legendary PRIDE promotion, he stands 6’1’’ and weighs 210lbs… this is ‘Rampage’ Quinton Jackson!

Sure enough, the mixed martial artist has stepped out from behind the curtain, wearing a black robe, staring down Cade with a terrifying expression on his face. Jackson takes a few steps down the ramp, casts off the robe, and barrels down to the ring, setting upon Cade immediately as Jim Ross notes that in his mixed martial arts career, Jackson currently holds a 22-5-0 record.

Garrison Cade © vs. Quinton Jackson - NWA: Texas Massacre title

Cade attempts to duck out of the ring, but Jackson is wise to him and cuts off his escape with a furious punch, sending the champion sprawling to the mat. The ‘Unstoppable’ attempts to come back with some punches and strikes of his own, but it soon becomes obvious that he is outmatched against the mixed martial artist and he attempts to slow the bout down by resorting to technical wrestling, but Jackson manages to overpower him on the mat as well. ‘Rampage’ shows why he earned that nickname as his dominance continues unabated, and he soon pounds Cade into the mat with some brutal punches and almost takes his head off with a haymaker. The Massacre champion, seeing that there is no way out here, manages to get the referee’s attention, and then boots Jackson in the crotch with a furious lowblow to get himself disqualified at 4:38! *¼

Winner: Quinton Jackson via DQ (Garrison Cade retains by default)

As Quinton Jackson crouches on the mat, winded by the underhanded strike, Cade snatches his title and hat back from the timekeeper and bolts to the back, clearly spooked by that near-miss. Jackson gets to his feet, snarling with fury, and watches Cade run backstage with fury in his eyes. He walks to the back, receiving a round of applause for his impressive, if cut-short, display.

(Match Quality 73%, Crowd Reaction 73%, Overall Rating 64%)

Jim Ross: Quinton Jackson sure impressed on his debut, Brain, he looks quite the hoss - but in the end Garrison Cade took the coward’s way out and got himself disqualified to retain the Massacre championship!

Bobby Heenan: Do you blame him? That guy’s a phenom! He should have his own division.

Jim Ross: He’d be about the only one in it.

Bobby Heenan: Exactly! Best to keep a guy like that away from everybody else, he could do some serious damage!

Jim Ross: Well folks, the night is still young, and up next we’ve got the first of two contendership matches tonight - Dusty Rhodes and his son, Dustin, team up as the number-one ranked duo in the state besides the Texas Tag Team champions, but looking to knock them off of that spot are America’s Most Wanted!

---Commercial Break---

-- FRIENDLY COMPETITION

As we return, Dusty’s music is playing over the speakers, and the ‘American Dream’ strolls down the ramp from the back, with his son Dustin a few paces behind. Dusty tosses his cowboy’s hat to a fan in the front row, and steps into the ring with Dustin, awaiting AMW’s entrance. More rock music heralds the arrival of the youngest team in the promotion, Chris Harris and James Storm - America’s Most Wanted. The duo get a great reaction, especially from the female fans in attendance, showing why they have sparked comparisons to the Rockers recently. Harris and Dusty shake hands in the ring, and lock up to start.

The Rhodes vs. America’s Most Wanted - #1 contendership to NWA: Texas Tag Team title

Dusty wins the initial lock-up and pushes Harris into the ropes, clotheslining him down on the rebound and dropping an elbow. Wildcat quickly gets back up and fires off a few left-handed strikes, before slamming Dusty down with a body slam to take control for his team. AMW show their expert style in this bout, utilising quick tags and some great double-team moves on Rhodes senior and junior, and always seem to know where the other man is at any given moment. Dustin and James Storm, eventually, end up in a pinning-reversal sequence on the mat, which Storm rolls out of, hitting a neckbreaker and signalling for the finish, but as he attempts the Eight Second Ride, Dustin seems to get a sudden burst of energy, dodging the attack and hitting the Curtain Call! Both men are down with the force of the move, crawling to their partners as the fans will them on… Dusty is tagged in first, and hits a picture-perfect elbow on Harris, who rolls back to his feet, taking a second, and a third! Somehow, the Wildcat keeps coming, and floors Dusty with a huge Spear for the pinfall at 7:54! **¼

Winners: America’s Most Wanted via pinfall (Harris pins Dusty)

America’s Most Wanted get a great reaction from the live crowd for finally achieving their goal of gaining a shot at the Texas Tag Team titles, and a bigger reception as Harris helps Dusty to his feet and all four men shake hands. They head backstage together, and our view switches to the announcer’s position.

(Match Quality 77%, Crowd Reaction 73%, Overall Rating 67%)

Jim Ross: What a great victory for America’s Most Wanted, and what consumate sportsmen those two are! It makes a change from some of the younger guns we see these days!

Bobby Heenan: Garrison Cade won’t like you saying that about him, Jim. He watches these broadcasts, you know, to critique his technique. He’s quite the perfectionist.

Jim Ross: Here’s a tip for him - try finishing a match on your own steam instead of getting yourself disqualified. Anyway, you know what’s next, Brain?

Bobby Heenan: Of course - Bam Bam Bigelow, the man of the epic losing streak, meeting yet another challenge he’s sure to fail! This guy is bad with a capital B, Jim.

Jim Ross: That’s not very nice.

Bobby Heenan: Oh come on, I once asked Bigelow what came at the end of a sentence - he said parole, ha ha!

-- MAKING AN IMPACT…

Bigelow is making his way out from the back now, to a fairly good reaction from the fans despite his long-standing knack of losing matches, which Jim Ross attributes to the fans loving an underdog and Brain claims is due to Bigelow paying each of the 1009 fans in attendance. As Bam Bam warms up, some unfamiliar music plays - dark, brooding cellos and resonant bass - and a wild-haired, bearded man wearing an expansive black robe steps out onto the ramp, accompanied by a raven-haired woman in a leather corset, micro skirt, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots.

Bobby Heenan: Who’s that guy? No, wait - who’s the girl?

Jim Ross: That’s - that’s Devon Storm! Dusty has brought Devon Storm to Texas!

Bobby Heenan: Who?

Jim Ross: Devon Storm - he’s a former NWA: Los Angeles and Strong Style man, but he’s been a pariah for a long time! He’s seriously unhinged, people won’t touch him!

Bobby Heenan: Is that the guy who put a valet through a windshield for parking his car next to a handicapped space?

Jim Ross: The very same.

Bobby Heenan: Oh boy, then our man Bigelow is in even more trouble than usual!

Storm stands atop the ramp as Gene Okerlund introduces him and the woman, who is named Lucy, and then stalks down the ramp with something predatorial in his strides. He steps into the ring, where Bigelow is looking a little more confident based on the size advantage, and retreats into the corner as the bell rings, his back turned on his opponent. Storm removes his robe now, revealing some black, pentagram-decorated tights and a black wifebeater.

Bam Bam Bigelow vs. Devon Storm w/Lucy

Bigelow tentatively approaches Storm to start out, reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder. Almost immediately, Storm wheels round with a brutal right hand, sending Bigelow reeling, and follows up with a series of hard-hitting kicks and a dropkick. Devon is in almost total control for the opening few minutes, displaying his hard-hitting style and a range of aerial offense that Bigelow cannot hope to match and that is certainly not the norm for the Texas fans. Bam Bam eventually capitalises on Storm’s high-risk style, dodging a missile dropkick and going to work with his own powerful offense, dominating the smaller man now. A few times, it looks as if he will finally break his catatonic losing streak, but Storm somehow kicks out each time, only to suffer more punishment. Bigelow tosses Storm to the outside and attempts a high-risk maneuver of his own, a suicide dive, but Storm has it scouted and Bam Bam hits only the steel railing. Devon barrels him back into the ring, following up with a springboard dropkick from the apron! Bigelow is in trouble now as Devon follows up with some more big kicks and a splash, before attempting a top-rope hurricanrana… but Bigelow counters it into a powerbomb! The fans go wild for the counter-attack as Bam Bam crosses to the top, undoubtedly for a flying head butt. As he does, however, Lucy jumps onto the apron, and shoves him down to the mat! The big man hits the ground hard, and Devon Storm is able to capitalise with a big Moonsault to win the bout at 13:15! **¼

Winner: Devon Storm via pinfall

Lucy climbs into the ring as Storm gets to his feet, and the two embrace over Bigelow’s fallen form as the fans boo and hurl empty soda cartons at them. Eventually, the couple exit the ring, still all over each other to the chagrin of the crowd, and EMT personnel help Bam Bam Bigelow to his feet and to the backstage area.

(Match Quality 78%, Crowd Reaction 64%, Overall Rating 63%)

(Devon Storm debuted his new “Gothic” gimmick, it got a positive response)

Jim Ross: Bam Bam Bigelow loses again, but Devon Storm had to be helped out by his woman there!

Bobby Heenan: You say that as if you don’t approve, Jim?

Jim Ross: Well, it hardly speaks volumes if your valet is giving you assists, does it?

Bobby Heenan: Please, Jim, this is the twenty-first century. Try to have a little respect.

Jim Ross: You were the one yelling at her all match, asking for her phone number!

Bobby Heenan: Let’s not dwell on it, Jim. Next up, folks, it’s the NWA: Texas Tag Team title match!

Jim Ross: That’s right, Brain, Southern Pride have defended against all comers from inside and outside the Great State of Texas for some time now, but tonight they face perhaps their toughest challenge yet - a three-way dance match against the legendary Midnight Express and the returning Rock’N’Roll Express, who specially petitioned Dusty Rhodes for this match on their return to the state!

---Commercial Break---

-- THE AGE OF ROCK'N'ROLL RETURNS...

Southern Pride are on their way out now, accompanied by their raging southern-rock track, holding up the Texas Tag Team titles and making it clear just who the top dogs are. The powerhouse duo head down to the ring, shedding their matching jackets on the way, and hand the straps over to the referee. The Midnight Express are out next, receiving a great reaction from the fans in light of their simply legendary status, although tainted with boos for their always underhanded tactics. Eaton and Lane head down to the ring, ignoring Southern Pride, and await the third team. Once again, it is up to Gene Okerlund to do the introductions…

Gene Okerlund: And their opponents… they are six-time former NWA World Tag Team champions and five-time Texas Tag Team champions… please welcome the Rock’N’Roll Express!

The legendary tag team specialists head out from the back, receiving an ear-splitting welcome from the Texan crowd, high-fiving a few fans on the way down to the ring, and jumping into the ring to face off against Southern Pride and the Midnight Express.

Southern Pride © vs. Midnight Express vs. Rock’N’Roll Express - NWA: Texas Tag Team titles

Morton and Gibson quickly establish control over the other two teams, making short work of sending Bobby Eaton and John Bradshaw to the outside, leaving Lane and Simmons inside to take a beating. Eventually, the referee is able to force Gibson to the outside, taking Simmons with him, as three-way dance matches run under the two-in-the-ring tag formula. The Rock’N’Roll Express quickly begin to isolate Stan Lane now, making quick tags and keeping him away from either his own partner or Southern Pride, working him over with their individual brawling skills and the tag team chemistry that has made them so legendary. Eventually, however, Lane is able to make a tag, but to Bradshaw instead of his own partner. The big Texan decimates the Rock’N’Rollers now, using his hard-hitting, powerful offense to counter the agility of the two men, often cutting off their attempts at coming back in mid-execution with a big strike or boot. The match becomes more of a bout between Southern Pride and the Rock’N’Rollers now, with the Midnight Express becoming increasingly isolated and increasingly frustrated as Simmons and Bradshaw dominate their much smaller opponents. Eventually, after a huge clothesline that looks to have Robert Gibson beaten, Bradshaw finds himself hard-tagged out by Stan Lane! Lane sets to work as a clearly-annoyed Bradshaw exits the ring, but he is unable to match Bradshaw’s power and soon Gibson is able to escape, tagging out to Ron Simmons. Simmons knocks both of the Rock’N’Roll Express off of the apron with a shoulder charge, and turns around, but gets caught with a sly low kick from Stan Lane, followed with a small package for the 1-2-3 to win the titles at 15:00! *¾

Winners and NEW NWA: Texas Tag Team champions: Midnight Express via pinfall (Lane pins Simmons)

Jim Ross: Stan Lane just pinned Ron Simmons, Brain! We’ve got new Texas Tag Team champions!

Bobby Heenan: The Rock’N’Roll Express came all this way for nothing, Jim!

Jim Ross: Well, I don’t think it’s nothing, Brain, look at this!

The Midnight Express are stepping out of the ring now, but Gibson and Morton are on the outside as well. The old enemies begin jawing and tossing threats, and the situation threatens to come to blows until security restrain the two teams. Lane and Eaton head backstage with their titles, while the Rock’N’Rollers take their time in returning backstage. Finally, Bradshaw and Simmons head to the back, clearly frustrated at having lost their straps.

(Match Quality 72%, Crowd Reaction 66%, Overall Rating 62%)

(The NWA:TX Tag Team titles have lost image)

Jim Ross: Well, that was slightly anticlimatic. Up next, we’ve got somewhat of a personality clash on the cards - Steve Corino, perhaps the most serious man in the state, meets a man who is, in his own words, a fun-loving ladykiller… ‘Teen Dream’ Billy Gunn!

---Commercial Break---

-- 21st-CENTURY ROCKERS AT WAR…

As the show returns from the commercial break, Billy Gunn is already heading down the ramp, receiving his usual great reaction from the female element of the crowd, flashing his winning smile to a few front-row fans, with Terri Runnels in tow. Gunn steps into the ring, tosses his robe into the crowd - where it is promptly scuffled over by some teenage girls - and awaits his opponent. Steve Corino heads out to a mixed reaction from the crowd, betraying his ‘tweener’ status, carrying the NWA Zero-One Heavyweight title with him. The ‘King of Old School’ eyes Gunn with evident disgust as he steps into the ring, and the two men go at it.

Billy Gunn w/Terri Runnels vs. Steve Corino

Gunn offers a handshake to start, but Corino slaps it away and locks him up in a waistlock. Gunn struggles to free himself and comes back with some of his signature punches, but Corino soon re-applies the waistlock and gets a German suplex on the ladies’ man. The ‘King of Old School’ dominates Gunn now, tossing him around the ring with suplex after suplex for the opening few moments and dropping him on his head with a brutal t-bone suplex, before latching on a painful scissor sleeper hold. Terri Runnels wills Gunn on as he struggles to his knees, with Corino clinging to him like a limpet, and eventually gets back to his feet for a moment before dropping backwards, crushing Corino to the mat! The ‘Teen Dream’ is in control now, much to the joy of the female contingent of the crowd, dominating the old-school technical wrestler with his powerful, roughneck brawling style, eventually sending him over the top rope to the outside, and slamming him into the steel guard rail. Billy Gunn looks to have the bout all but wrapped up right now, sending Corino back into the ring and hitting a big jackhammer slam, but as he signals for the his Sweet Dreams finisher, a figure comes careering down the ramp - it’s Michael Shane! The ‘New Rocker’ jumps into the ring, even as the referee checks on a possum-playing Corino, and blasts Gunn with the Sweet Shane Music! The ‘Teen Dream’ hits the mat like a stone, and the ‘King of Old School’ gets the sly cover to win the bout at 10:55! *½

Winner: Steve Corino via pinfall

As the bell rings, Steve Corino nods at Michael Shane, confirming a plot between the two men. Corino leaves, his task for the night complete, but Shane jumps back into the ring to continue the punishment. He stomps away at Gunn, driving him into the corner, before choking him out and then hitting the Rocker Dropper onto the helpless ‘Teen Dream!’ The referee and Terri Runnels check on Gunn as Shane exits, jawing angrily with a few of the more vocal fans in the front row, as we take another break.

(Match Quality 69%, Crowd Reaction 74%, Overall Rating 64%)

---Commercial Break---

Jim Ross: We’re back, folks, and Billy Gunn has been helped to the back. What a despicable showing by Michael Shane, Brain!

Bobby Heenan: I guess he thinks that Gunn is ripping him off?

Jim Ross: We’ve all heard what Shane has to say about Billy Gunn, but I think that him pointing the finger regarding ‘stealing from the Rockers’ is a little rich when he bills himself as a ‘New Rocker’, don’t you?

Bobby Heenan: Shane is a Rocker, Jim, Gunn just acts like a Rocker. I guess that’s the distinction.

Jim Ross: It’s tenuous, to say the least. Well, folks, right now we’ve got our semi-main event - Jeff Jarret meets DDP, with the winner receiving a Texas Heavyweight title shot at a date of their choosing!

-- TRADITION VS. ...UH, JARRET

Sure enough, Diamond Dallas Page is on his way out, not down the ramp but through the crowd as always, playing up his ‘man of the people’ image and generally buddying up to the baying crowd. Page jumps into the ring, performs his trademark ‘Bang’ pose along with the fans, and awaits Jarret. As Jarret’s music plays, the fans rise to their feet in the loudest chorus of boos so far tonight, hurling all kinds of garbage at the ramp as Double J steps out, wearing his long coat and cowboy hat, and as always carrying his guitar. Staring over his shades at the fans in disgust, Jarret strolls down the ramp, dodging soda cartons and beer cans, before stepping into the ring. He places the guitar on the outside and removes his coat, before tossing the cowboy hat at Page’s face and setting upon him before the bell!

Diamond Dallas Page vs. Jeff Jarret - #1 contendership to NWA: Texas Heavyweight title

Jarret’s pre-match assault stands him in good stead for the opening moments, with a flurry of wild right and left hands folding Page over and forcing him into the corner, where Jarret starts to boot and chop away at him, wearing him quickly and powerfully down. As always, though, Double J stops to pose and to toss insults at the more vocal members of the crowd, allowing DDP to recover and hit him from behind with a face crusher, before dropping an elbow to the face and locking on a chinlock. Page takes control now, using his powerful brawling offense to wear Jarret down, playing to the crowd all the while and hitting several of his trademarks, including the discus clothesline and a spinning uranage! This last move sends Jarret rolling from the ring, clutching his back, and DDP follows him out, only to get kneed in the crotch! Jarret uses his surroundings well, hurling Page into the guard rail and the ring steps, weakening him up, before tossing him headlong into the ringpost! DDP falls to the floor, bleeding, and Jarret shovels him back inside. As Double J attempts the Figure-4 Leglock, however, the people’s champion kicks him in the face and rolls to his feet! Amazingly, the bloodied DDP mounts a comeback now, devastating Jarret with his powerful offense once more, with one suplex even knocking the official down as well! With the referee out, Jarret quickly exits the ring, grabbing his guitar as Page nobly checks on the official. The boos and hurled snacks of the crowd cannot stop Jarret as he jumps back into the ring, winds up… and blasts DDP with the guitar! Page drops to the mat, stunned, in a shower of sawdust and wood chips, as Jarret disposes of the guitar and hauls the referee to his feet, before making the cover to take the match at 14:05! **¾

Winner: Jeff Jarret via pinfall

The bell rings, and Jarret rises from the cover in jubilation, his hands raised high in the air. Grabbing his coat and hat from the referee, he leaves the squared circle quickly, as the crowd begins to fill the ring with garbage in protest. Jarret strolls back up the ramp, a sly smirk on his face, mouthing “I told you so” at our camera as he passes it.

(Match Quality 79%, Crowd Reaction 82%, Overall Rating 72%)

Jim Ross: Oh, come on! What in the name of God is this guy’s problem? He’s been spouting this anti-tradition bull and cheating for years now, and now he’s been rewarded with a shot at the Heavyweight title! Where’s the justice?

Bobby Heenan: I’m just surprised that he keeps getting away with that guitar stunt. You’d think the referees would be wise to it after seven years, Jim.

Jim Ross: We’ve got to take a commercial break now, people, but when we return we’ve got one Hell of a main event in store for you - Mark Callaway, defending the NWA: Texas Heavyweight title against Vader, Randy Savage, and his nemesis Steve Austin!

---Commercial Break---

-- THE FOUR-WAR…

As we come back from the break, Mark Callaway is stalking down the ramp, the Heavyweight title over his shoulder, all but ignoring the boos he is receiving from the crowd. He steps into the ring, cutting an imposing figure as always, and stares down Gene Okerlund, who quickly leaves the ring to get away from him. Smirking, Callaway tosses his belt to the official, and awaits his challengers. Vader is the first out, his boos rivalling Callaway’s, snarling and yelling with determination and fury. Randy Savage follows, playing to the crowd, who give him a great reception as always. As Savage removes his leather trench coat and sunglasses, Gene Okerlund tentatively steps back into the ring, his eyes fixed on the imposing Callaway…

Gene Okerlund: And, finally… he is a three-time former NWA: Texas Heavyweight champion… hailing from Austin, Texas and weighing in at 250lbs… this is ‘The Texas Rattlesnake’ Steve Austin!

Austin’s music fills the arena, and the fans rise with the most staggering display of support thus far tonight, cheering and chanting his name. Moments later, the Rattlesnake storms out from the back, wearing his usual black trunks and boots, hurtling down the ramp with his eyes fixed on Callaway. As Austin dives into the ring, Callaway takes the coward’s way out, grabbing Gene Okerlund and throwing him into the Rattlesnake’s path, and ducking out to the apron as the bell rings.

Mean Mark Callaway © vs. Steve Austin vs. Randy Savage vs. Vader - NWA: Texas Heavyweight title match

Under tag rules, Austin and Vader start the bout off, and it looks as if the man-mountain has the upper hand in the first few moments, taking advantage of the tangle of arms and legs between Austin and Gene Okerlund to unleash a frenzied combination of punches, forearm strikes, and kicks on the Rattlesnake as he gets to his feet. Vader follows up with a huge shoulder block and a body slam, before taking a run-up for another shoulder block… which Austin dodges! The Rattlesnake, staggeringly, matches Vader blow-for-blow now, and even gets the upper hand, forcing the masked menace into the corner and stomping a mudhole into him, before tossing him to the outside and making a beeline for Callaway! Once again, Callaway pulls another man in his way, this time the referee, allowing Randy Savage to tag his way in and bring Vader back into the ring. Savage slugs away at Vader in the middle of the ring, with the fans chanting his name all the while, and eventually attempts a suplex, but cannot lift the big man! Vader swats him down like a fly, following with a powerslam for a 2-count. On the apron, Callaway becomes interested now, suddenly realising that he cannot win the bout if he is not in it, and tags himself in at Vader’s expense. Going to work at Savage with a huge boot to the face and a stalling suplex now, the Heavyweight champion is all over the Macho Man, working him over for several minutes and getting several near-falls, until Savage is able to tag in Steve Austin! The fans go wild as Austin rushes into the ring to face his nemesis, but Callaway once again tags out, putting Savage right back into the action. Austin is in no mood for games, and unloads his frustration on Savage, dominating him with some big suplexes, strikes, and a powerful Thesz press that shakes the ring and gets a 2-count. Austin remains in control now, as we take a break.

---Commercial Break---

We are back, Austin is still in the ring, with Vader now, still in control as seemingly no-one can stop the onslaught. Eventually, Austin and Vader’s fight spills to the outside, and Vader takes it one step further with a running tackle than breaks the security barrier, sending both men into the crowd! The two men slug it out, surrounded by the screaming fans, and eventually battle their way back into the ring. As Austin takes the upper hand once more, however, Mark Callaway decides to get involved - as the Rattlesnake bounces off of the ropes, the Heavyweight champion yanks them down, causing him to sail to the outside, with Callaway tagging himself in on the way! Vader has just tagged in Randy Savage, and the Macho Man attempts a big tackle, but Callaway bats him aside with ease and nails the Choke Slam to retain his title at 24:55! **

Winner and STILL NWA: Texas Heavyweight champion: Mark Callaway via pinfall

The fans boo as Callaway grabs his title from the referee and leaves the ring, upset that the bully has retained through dubious means and managed to slyly avoid Steve Austin for the entire bout. Austin is, understandably livid, and jumps back into the ring, unloading on anything that moves! As he gets up, Savage takes a Stun Gun, and Vader suffers the same fate, before the Rattlesnake follows up with Stun Guns for the referee and Gene Okerlund as well! The fans go wild as Austin climbs the turnbuckle, staring down Callaway, who is standing on the ramp with the first signs of fear creeping across his usually calm visage.

(Match Quality 70%, Crowd Reaction 91%, Overall Rating 75%)

(The NWA:TX Heavyweight title has gained image)

Jim Ross: My Gawd, Brain! Callaway retains the title, but he ducked the Texas Rattlesnake, and Austin is mad! This man is on a mission, folks, and he’s got the Texas Heavyweight champion in his sights!

Bobby Heenan: Nobody’s safe, Jim, not even Gene Okerlund! We could be at risk, even! This guy needs to be restrained, or something!

Jim Ross: I don’t think anybody could retain Steve Austin right now, Brain! Well, folks, we’re out of time… I’ve been Jim Ross alongside Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan, goodnight!

Overall Card Rating: 69%

Television Rating: 3.34

Attendance: 1,009

Match of the Night: Jeff Jarret vs. Diamond Dallas Page (79%)

Segment of the Night: Jeff Jarret’s interview (82%)

Worst Match of the Night: Billy Gunn vs. Steve Corino (69%)

Worst Segment of the Night: Southern Pride vs. Midnight Express vs. Rock’N’Roll Express (62%)

-- There's very little colour, that's my first acknowledgement about the format, and it's largely because the banners/logos for my promotion feature no colour either. I'm working with what I have, there.

-- The booking/writing style is still very up in the air at this stage, I'm feeling out the Southern style. I tried to keep the idea of tradition strong, but also get in a feeling of the promotion trying to modernise a little for TV and to remain afloat in turbulent times. Let me know how that went.

-- A lot of things are still, I'm sure, confusing or unclear at this stage. I've tried to toss you into the action halfway through, rather than overcomplicate things with huge, detailed explanations. Again, that is still being felt out at this stage, so we shall see how it goes there.

-- More stuff will be up when the first round of shows goes through. Sorry if I've trodden on anybody's toes by posting this - especially BD, TGC, and whoever else hasn't posted a backstory yet - but I just wanted to get my first show done and dusted.

Raven's Kid!

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[Your Mom]

Ok this has been bothering me a little bit and I don't know if it's weird to say something bad about your own diary, but here goes. Why does everyone feel the need to write up little previews for their show? It seems really pointless to me and all it's doing is making it look like everyone is doing more than they are and upping our page count without getting any shows up. Maybe it's just me, but I was scrolling through here and it would be like "Hey it's a sh... oh it's another preview." Anyway I just had to get that out. RK I'll read your show in a minute and edit some feedback into this post.

[Guest Florida Cub]

RaySays! I'm calling you out!

I just wanted to tell you what a great backstory you had, and that I'm dying of anticipation in waiting for your first show! I'm Florida born, and lived here most of my life; so naturally I've taken quite a liking to Florida wrestling, however dead it has been the last couple of years. Nice to see the Sullivans, the Windhams, and an old classic like the Cuban Assassin in there! Keep up the good work!

[ROZAY]

Well, here's my first actual meaningful post in this actual topic, so might as well comment on a show. Hopefully other shows go up soon, as I'm loving the look of all of these diarys. The concept is highly original, and hopefully with a little bit more organization, you can all pull this off well.

- The pre-show segment. I ALMOST expected The Rock to be giving it due to the title . Anyway, it's not really all that hard to portray Jeff Jarrett. Just the usual promo, his trademark 'Slapnuts' or 'Slappy', and you're good. This was his usual typical promo, so I can't really say anything about it being good or bad. Seemed to work on EWR, though.

- Traditional country music is cool for a theme song and all, but if you need a good country song for wrestling, let me know. I have plenty, and somewhat feel embarrassed for even saying that.

- You need a country-sounding JR. I would just love for you to have JR as the slacked-jaw heel announcer for the promotion. Spacing between the commentary would help as well.

- Garrison Cade... a champion?! Well, never judge a book by it's cover, I suppose. Nice touch with the information on 'Rampage' Quinton Jackson, stating his record and what promotion he's from. It was a bad match to open the show with, yes, but a title match, no matter how shitty it is (unless it's REALLY shitty), can always get a good ol' crowd pumped up. You also really got Cade over as the normal mid-card heel champion, and I actually liked your use of Mr. Jackson. Hopefully you use him often in the future, as this was a pretty good mid-card storyline to start off your first show.

- I'm just counting down the shows before you have Dustin turn on Dusty, and have the father vs son encounter. C'mon man, you HAVE to have it. Predictable that AMW would win, but then AMW are the SHIT~! and you need to have them in the picture for the Tag Team titles IMMEDIATELY.

- GREAT commentary for introducing Deven Storm. I liked the first long approach for a match in your diary. It should be at least interesting to see where you go with the couple after this match. And, empty soda cartons being thrown>*.

- The Midnight Express? The Rock'N'Roll Express? Please, do me a favor and have AMW beat the Midnight Express soon and have both teams bow out as quickly as possible. I really didn't expect a title change in the first show, but you were always unpredictable with title changes on TV shows in your diaries.

- Maybe it's just me, but I'm not a fan of having 10 minute+ matches back-to-back-to-back. I always like to have maybe two lenghty matches, followed by a short squash or so, and then another long match, as seeing about 40 minutes of wrestling in three matches really drains me out. Corino beating Gunn however, is a GOOD thing. Now just have Gunn leave the promotion, and we'll just forgive and forget, okay? A Shane/Corino alliance is pretty cool though.

- And another 15 minute match... god, how much time does your show have? Figured Jarret would go over, but for the love of Christ, have some shorter matches! Or at least make the description longer. But, you were never really big on the longest of match descriptions, so why expect that now?

- A 25 minute main event match blown on the first episode? Wow man, that could have easily been the main event for one of your bigger events. This was really the only thing I truely didn't like in the first show, and wasn't willing to look the other way. But then again, this is Texas, and Texas is no-bullshit wrestling.

Anyway, my final thoughts. I thought the show was very rough for a first show, with quite a few flaws. However, you've never really worked with this type of talent before, and this WAS your first show, so I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. Just try and get a more TV feel for Southern wrestling, and don't give away big matches that you could have had in the future.

Decent, if not rough, show. Hopefully the next show will have more of a TV feel then a big event on TV feel, if you know what I mean.

[LK.]

NWA: Los Angeles Urban Assault: “Gangster’s Paradise”

Live from the “LA Arena”, the Grand Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, California. A glorious site for what is set to be a glorious event. We then fade in from the outside shot, to a shot of the dullness which consumes the arena. The fans are opposite of the arena’s state, the fans aren’t dull, they’re alive and ready for action! A “Fuck you, Hudson!” chant breaks out early, a spur of the moment thing, displaying the fans’ unpredictability.

The camera then revolves slightly, panning around on the 300+ fans in attendance before settling at ringside where a suited Scott Hudson sits, shuffling a stack of papers, wearing his headset. Next to him, at the fold-up table, sits the man known as The Godfather, also known as Charles Wright. The two men gaze into the small monitor which is placed upon the table before turning their attention to the camera.

Scott Hudson: Gangster’s Paradise, eh?

Godfather: Yeah, brah’.

Scott Hudson: This might not be your typical Gangster’s Paradise, we aren’t in the hood; we’re in Los Angeles – the City of Angels! Professional wrestling’s unofficial capital!

Godfather: You know it, Hudson. You know it.

Scott Hudson: And tonight, live on cable, as usual, we’ve got a hell-of-a show for ya’! Forget family values, forget morality and forget work tomorrow! This is LA, this is Urban Assault, and this is the greatest wrestling promotion within the **In a somewhat pretentious tone** National Wrestling Alliance.

Godfather: Booker T versus Ron ‘Da Truth’ Killings: Los Angeles Heavyweight Title rematch, tonight!

Scott Hudson: Yeah. And because we give it our all each and every show, because this is “Gangster’s Paradise”, we’re givin’ you THREE title matches! All three Los Angeles’ titles will be on-the-line TONIGHT! Now, you won’t see that up on the East Coast, would ya’?

Godfather: Or anywhere else in the NWA for that matter.

0. Screwed by the Minorities

The two announcers continue to hype up the night’s show, and as they do, the ‘Confederate Anthem’ strikes up in the background. We pan towards the constructed ramp way, next to the scaffolding, to where we see the Confederate flag waving duo of Chris Hamrick and Tracy Smothers, collectively known as Southern Comfort make their way out from the back. The fans don’t respond too kindly to the Southerners, jeering them and chanting “go away” and “we don’t want you” as they make their way down to the ring. Smothers flips them off, sparking a louder reaction. Meanwhile, Hamrick enters the ring and takes a microphone much to the dismay of the fans.

Scott Hudson: Remember folks, we don’t condone anything these idiots say. It’s an uncut microphone, it’s a live show, we take risks; anything can happen.

Hamrick walks around the ring for a few moments, basically telling the fans to “shut the fuck up” and let Smothers speak. The fans don’t let up; Hamrick is basically enticing them to give more of a reaction, which is never good.

Tracy Smothers: If we wanted ta’ hear a bunch a’ no good niggers, we’d hang around by tha’ welfare offices!

The Southern accent seeps out of Smothers’ mouth, as he speaks.

Tracy Smothers: Since we left Texas a few years back, we’ve got nothin’! We ain’t bin’ given no opportunities! We ain’t been given a chance ta’ shine! So while me ‘n Chris here have bin’ rottin’ away, waitin’ for an opportunity, the management has been handin’ out shots ta’ every other Joe Schmoe in the company! Heck, I’ve seen every minority bar American walk outta’ here wi’ gold, and we get nuthin’!

The jeers inevitably continue. We have a multi-cultural audience, and all Smothers is doing is pissing them off with his racist, ignorant jibes. Hamrick then takes the microphone from his partner and turns towards the announcers table, pointing towards The Godfather.

Chris Hamrick: What tha’ he-ell duh’ we have here, Tracy? One a’ tha’ bastards took the US Constitution a little too seriously. I mean, I thought we got rid a’ this ‘n for good a few weeks back when we beat it all tha’ way back ta’ whichever KFC it came from!

Hamrick sniggers as Godfather climbs up off his chair, slamming the headset down in the process. He’s pissed off. Hudson has to step up and calm him down, telling him not to confront the two Southerners in the ring.

Chris Hamrick: It don’t matter though, ‘cause tonight we’ll see who tha’ dominant species is: the human or tha’ ape. Nigger 3000 … Shark Boah’, get’cha asses out now so we can take tha’ Tag Titles from ya’!

Hamrick disposes of the microphone as D-Ray 3000, with the usual joint perched between his lips, and Shark Boy, the NWA: Los Angeles Tag Team Champions burst out from the back.

Segment Rating: 49%

1. NWA:LA Tag Team Titles: D-Ray 3000 & Shark Boy © vs. Southern Comfort

It’s the first match of the evening and its fast paced. Shark Boy and D-Ray quickly hit the ring and take it to the two Southerners. D-Ray knocks Hamrick back and takes a drag of his smoke before disposing of it, throwing it to the outside. Smothers uses this to try and take the advantage, knocking D-Ray down with a clubbing blow to the back from behind – after he does, he wipes his hands looking rather disgusted. Shark Boy goes up onto the top rope and flies with a missile dropkick, connecting with the back of Smothers. Shark Boy then proceeds to back Hamrick into the corner and unload on him with a series of kicks. He then begins to run around the ring in a circle, doing the “swimming shark” taunt; but a boot to the face prematurely ends it. Hamrick lifts Shark Boy up and hooks him up for a suplex, and connects! As this happens, Smothers goes up onto the top rope and his about to fly with a splash, but D-Ray 3000 quickly leaps onto the middle rope, using it as a springboard, and leaps up to Smothers – catching him via the head, and dropping him with a Ace Crusher from the top rope! The fans respond with applause, showing their appreciation for the spot. D-Ray quickly hooks Smothers’ leg; …1..2.., broken up by Hamrick! Hamrick lifts D-Ray up and backs him into the ropes, and then knocks him over the top with a clothesline! D-Ray hits the apron on his way out.

Back in the ring, Smothers and Hamrick lift Shark Boy up in unison, both take an arm and do a double arm wrench, twisting Shark Boy’s arms up behind his back – and connect with a Double Reverse DDT! What a double-team from Southern Comfort! Smothers takes the opportunity to crawl over and cover; ..1…2.., kick out! The referee finally regains some control of the match up, and condemns Hamrick to his team’s corner as D-Ray 3000 climbs back up onto the apron. Smothers lifts Shark Boy up and connects with a quick snap suplex in the centre of the ring. Smothers opts to go for another cover; ..1…2.., kick out. Smothers climbs up onto his knees with his hands on his hips and says something to the referee, which isn’t audible. Smothers drags Shark Boy towards the corner, backs him up and unleashes a chop to the chest of the Tag Team Champion! The sound echoes throughout the Grand Olympic Auditorium and then some as Shark Boy rives in agony. Smothers reaches out and tags in Hamrick; the double-team ensues.

Smothers kicks Shark Boy in the gut and sets him up for a Piledriver as Hamrick goes up onto the top rope. Suddenly, D-Ray bursts into the ring and into the ropes, making Hamrick lose his balance and ‘crotch himself’ on the top rope! D-Ray turns around to Smothers and Superkicks him right in the face! Smothers falls back, and Shark Boy falls on top of him and into a cover; ..1…2.., kick out! If Shark Boy hooked the leg, he’d have had the victory there. Meanwhile, D-Ray sets Hamrick up for a Superplex on the top – but Hamrick shoves him off! D-Ray falls and accidentally knocks Shark Boy down with an elbow to the face! D-Ray turns around, kick to the gut, Southern Swinging Neckbreaker from Smothers! D-Ray bounces off the mat, clutching his neck. Hamrick then stands up vertically on the top rope and flies with the Confederate Crunch, dropping his legs right across the throat of D-Ray 3000! Hamrick quickly climbs to his feet and knocks Shark Boy over the top rope and out of the ring as Smothers goes for the cover; …1…2…3!

Winners: Southern Comfort – New NWA:LA Tag Team Champions

Match Rating: 58%

Scott Hudson: We have NEW NWA:LA Tag Team Champions, Godfather!

The Southerners go to the outside and retrieve the gold, before sharing a hug. Smothers turns to a black guy who sits in the front row, behind the steel guardrail and points at the gold:

Tracy Smothers: Heh, couldn’t stop that, could ya’? Fuckin’ c—

He stops.

Smothers proceeds to laugh at the fan, whom looks pretty damn pissed off, understandably. He tries to climb over the guardrail but his immediately restrained by security as Southern Comfort head to the back with the titles, as Shark Boy checks on D-Ray in the ring.

Godfather: … The sons-a’-bitches. That was uncalled for.

We fade away from the announce team, a clueless looking Scott Hudson and an angered Godfather, and flick to what appears to be a pre-taped vignette, with Ron ‘Da Truth’ Killings.

2. You Can’t Handle ‘Da Truth’

The footage is black and white. The camera points directly into the face of former NWA: Los Angeles Heavyweight Champion Ron ‘Da Truth’ Killings. Killings gets into the camera, re-adjusts it so it focuses directly onto him and begins to speak, in a somewhat furious tone.

Ron Killings: Chaotic Violence, nineteenth a’ Septemba’ two-thousan’-an’-four – that day’ll be foreva’ etched in my mind, in my memories; the day I los’ my title. Booker T came alon’ ‘n beat me. He did tha’ impossible ‘n dethroned Ron ‘Da Truth’ Killings, tha’ real fuckin’ deal.

He solemnly nods his head.

Ron Killings: I held my title high, I held ma’ head I, I held ma’self high. I was tha’ king o’ the worl’, until Stevie Ray came out from tha’ back ‘n told me Booker T, tha’ proclaimed “World’s Greatest”, wanted a shot … wanted MY title. Sad thing is, the sum-bitch did it, the sum-bitch did tha’ impossible … he beat me, he beat me ONE-TWO-THREE in tha’ middle o’ the ring. He stole every mother-fuckin’ thing I earned in this territory, and pissed on it! With that pinfall, he pissed on ma’ legacy, tha’ legacy o’ da’ TRUTH.

Killings steps back away from the camera for a few moments, giving us a full body shot of him. He looks around the room, takes a breath and resumes.

Ron Killings: For all my life I’ve worked fa’ ‘dis, I’ve worked ta’ become the best, ta’ become a champion … and it all got prematurely taken away from me, it all got stolen from me by Booker fuckin’ T. BOOKER FUCKING T! A man who couldn’t take it over on tha’ East Coast, a man who was given tha’ opportunity but pissed it all away! Where as I, I never got tha’ opportunity … Vinnie Mac took one look at me ‘n made up his mind.

He pauses.

Ron Killings: This kid … He ain’t nuthin’ special!

The intensity in ‘Da Truth’ is evidently rising; he steps back towards the camera, fuming.

Ron Killings: The sonuva’ bitch then took a look at Booker T, grinned ‘n saw somethin’ which no-one else does! He saw potential! He looked at ‘da Bookerman ‘n gave him tha’ ball, shame that Mista’ T couldn’t run wi’ it … shame he dropped it. If I was given tha’ opportunity, I’d have taken it … I’d have made Vinnie Mac a lotta’ money.

He shakes his head, frustrated.

Ron Killings: But no-one wants ta’ invest in tha’ playa’ from ‘da ghetto.

He looks somewhat dejected. Then, after a few moments of deliberation, the fire returns to Killings’ eyes.

Ron Killings: But’cha know what, that’s in tha’ past. It don’t matter no more. Ya’ see, ‘dis is now, and that was then. Tonight, Gangsta’s Paradise, is tha’ night! The Heavyweight title, tha’ real World Title, it’s mine … It’s comin’ up. Booker T, champ, your time is runnin’ thin … its runnin’ tha’ fuck out! Ya’ see Book, your title reign has got mere hours ta’ go, mere minutes … An’ then? Ah, tha’ reign o’ terror, tha’ reign of Ron Killings begins once again … And that Booker T, that’s ‘da truth.

He chuckles.

Ron Killings: And as we all know, Booker T, ‘dis is ‘da truth … And you? You can’t handle … ‘da truth!

Killings intently nods his head, he’s a man with a purpose, before turning away from the camera. We go back to the ring for our second match up of the evening.

Segment Rating: 81%

3. NWA:LA Nationwide Title: Kaos vs. Angel

Kaos, as ever, is accompanied to the ring via Veronica Caine. The Nationwide Champion hands his title to his assistant before testing the ropes out, leaning back on them to stretch them as Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” plays in the background. Kaos steps out and says a few things to Veronica before turning his attention to the aisle as Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful” flares up, signalling the entrance of everyone’s favourite overly-flamboyant superstar, the “Hardcore Homo” Angel. Angel slaps a few of the fans hands on his way down to the ring, stopping and winking at a man who sits in the front row for a little while, before sprinting down to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope, to where he is met with a clubbing blow to the back from the Rock Superstar. Kaos then nonchalantly raises his arms and sets Angel up for a powerbomb, but the Hardcore Homo goes through Kaos’ legs and rolls him up with a quick school boy; ..1…2., kick out. A series of “Angel sucks dick … and likes it!” chants break out from a portion of the crowd, as the Hardcore Homo takes control. Angel whips Kaos into the corner and follows up with turnbuckle clothesline, into an immediate bulldog! Angel hooks the leg; ..1…, Kaos kicks out with conviction. Angel pulls Kaos up once again and goes for a suplex, but the Rock Superstar drops down behind the Hardcore Homo, and sets him up for a German Suplex, but Angel quickly bends over – leaving Kaos in an uncompromising situation! Kaos quickly releases Angel and leaps away from him, with a look of absolute disgust on his face as a barrage of “Kaos is a fag!” chants begin, much to the dismay of the Nationwide Champion.

As the fans continue, now with a series of gay innuendo chants directed at Kaos, Veronica storms around the ring mouthing off, saying “He isn’t a faggot, assholes! I’ve got a tape, I can prove it!” Back in the ring, Kaos misses with a short-arm clothesline and takes a dropkick to the back from the Hardcore Homo. Angel then proceeds to leap up onto the turnbuckle, turn and take Kaos down with a big leg drop, which ends up looking like more of a Rocker Dropper, to the back of the head! Kaos bounces off the mat looking hurt. Kaos quickly scrambles himself over into the cover, hooking the leg once again; …1…2…, kick out! Angel lifts Kaos up once again and backs off into the corner. He climbs up onto the second buckle and looks for a tornado DDT, but Kaos holds Angel and drops him with a sit-out Spinebuster in the centre of the ring! Kaos drags Angel up to his feet and sets him up for the Kaostrify, but Angel turns out of it, turns back … Bam! Superkick to the jaw of the Hardcore Homo! Kaos almost took his god-damn head off! Kaos can sense that the victory is drawing closer. The Nationwide Champion proceeds to lift Angel up and lifts him high into the air, into the Crucifixion position, looking for the Falling Star, but Angel flips over and out of it! He lands in front of the champion, kicks him in the gut and sweeps his legs! Angel holds Kaos’ legs wide apart, nods his head and licks his lips …

Scott Hudson: ANGEL JOB!

Godfather: Somethin’ told me that Angel enjoyed every minute of that, haha.

Kaos roars in absolute agony as Angel backs off into the ropes. He runs towards Kaos … SHINING WIZARD! Holy shit! He almost beheaded the Rock Superstar! We’ve got ourselves a new Nationwide Champion here, surely! Kaos is out. He lays on the mat motionless. Angel walks around the ring, looking somewhat exhausted … Wait, wait a minute. Here comes Kraq! Kraq walks down to the ring with some flowers and a box, of what appears to be, chocolates with a love note on the front. He stops outside of the ring; gets down onto his hands on knees and begins to plead for forgiveness to Angel!

Scott Hudson: What th-- He’s saying sorry?!

Godfather: He’s beggin’ for forgiveness, Scott! That’s shocking, considerin’ that he was the one who put the relationship in jeopardy after givin’ another guy … well, you know what.

Angel shakes his head, looking upset. He doesn’t take his eyes off his former life-partner. Suddenly, Kaos climbs to his feet behind Angel, lifts him up high into the air … FALLING STAR! What a Piledriver! Kaos goes for the cover as Kraq stands with a look of shock on his face. Referee CJ Sensation counts; …1…2…3!

Winner: Kaos – Still NWA:LA Nationwide Champion!

Match Rating: 64%

Kaos and Veronica leave with the Nationwide title in hand as Kraq slides into the ring to check on the fallen Angel. Kraq lifts Angel up and carries him out of the ring, and towards the back with an angered expression on his face. He looks furious with what just transpired, with Kaos giving Angel the Falling Star in the centre of the ring to retain his title.

Then, we go to a quick “infomercial”, which informs us of the day, time and station for various other National Wrestling Alliance territories. This advert was obviously imposed upon Los Angeles by the NWA.

4. Jessica’s new man?

We return from the shameless shilling of the other NWA promotions, and to the centre of the ring to where we see Jeff Hardy standing with a broad smile on his face, microphone in hand. The fans chant Hardy’s name. Hardy nods in unison with the chants and raises the microphone to his mouth, to more cheers from the SoCal natives.

Jeff Hardy: Thanks for the kind reception. That’s why I love this place; because of you guys. You make the blood, sweat and tears worthwhile. Thank you.

Jeff smiles as a series of “you’re better than Matt” chants start.

Jeff Hardy: However, there’s one thing that’s holding me back. No, not Matt, I broke away from his shadow a long time ago.

Jeff cracks a smirk.

Jeff Hardy: … My lack of gold. You see, a few weeks back, I almost had the number one contendership in my grasp. I almost defeated Vampiro, until Ron Killings broke up the cover and DDT’d me onto that steel chair, screwing me out of my shot. And after that, Jessica Darlin had to bring her worthless, two dollar a time ass down to the ring and … Kiss me.

Jeff clenches his fist, putting the Incredible Hulk to shame with the whole “Hulking up” schtick. Yes, he’s getting pissed off.

Jeff Hardy: Where’s Amy, you ask? She wouldn’t even come to the arena with me thanks to that pathetic little whore! Because of you, Jessica, Amy’s questioning my loyalty to her! Because of you, you stupid little bit—

Boo’s ring around the arena as Jessica Darlin emerges from the back, lollipop in mouth, clad with short skirt and an equally as short bikini top. Jessica walks down to the ring, teasing the males in attendance. She climbs up onto the apron, climbs through the ropes and bends over – giving the fans a “flash”, as she does. The porn star turned ‘pro wrestling valet’ retrieves a microphone and walks up to Jeff, rubbing her hand mischievously across his chest.

Jessica Darlin: Jeff, a handsome man like you deserves a whole lot better than some dog-ugly little slut like Lita.

She slowly backs away from Jeff, staring directly into his eyes. Jeff doesn’t take his eyes off her.

Jessica Darlin: You see Jeff; you could have a woman like me. A woman with the looks, the attributes and the desire to do ANYTHING her man wants.

She winks at Hardy, moving closer towards him. The two now stand face to face. Jessica plays with her hair as she stares at Hardy.

Jessica Darlin: … And let’s face it, Jeff; Amy has her legs open for every other man in this company apart from you. You’re not getting any with her, so why not hop away from the walkin’, talkin’ STD and get with a REAL woman.

Oh my! Here comes Amy Dumas! She looks pissed off! Dumas quickly goes under the bottom ropes, runs towards Darlin and takes her down! A cat-fight ensues, with the two women rolling across the ring, ripping each other to pieces – and their clothes at the process! Then, suddenly, as Jeff tries to break things up, “the International Superstud” Julio Dinero hits the ring with a steel chair in hand! Jeff turns … WHAM! CHAIRSHOT TO THE SKULL! Jeff goes down like a tonne of bricks! Dinero then drops the chair and grabs Dumas by the hair turns her around and mockingly sets her up for the Twist of Fate … TWIST OF FATE to Amy Dumas! Holy shit, this is wrong!

Scott Hudson: What the hell is this all about?!

The Godfather: The no good son-of-a bitch! No real man puts his hands on a woman!

Darlin climbs up off the mat and goes to the outside and under the ring, to where she pulls out a table. Darlin slides the wood into the ring and follows, setting the wood up. Dinero then picks Hardy up and rolls him across the table. The International Superstud then sets Dumas up for a powerbomb, picks her up … AND POWERBOMBS HER ONTO HARDY, THROUGH THE TABLE! Oh my god! Sick.

Darlin and Dinero then lock eyes on each other, move slowly towards each other … And kiss. The duo proceed to make out. What the hell is this? After a few moments of tonsil hockey, the two separate and Darlin proceeds to triumphantly mouth the words “a real man! HE’S a real man!” as she points to Dinero as we slowly move back to ringside.

Segment Rating: 62%

Hudson and Godfather both look appalled.

Scott Hudson: What the hell was that all about? Was that a, a setup?

Godfather: I think so. It looks as though Julio has some secret agenda with Jeff Hardy, but what? Why the hell did he jus’ attack both Hardy and Amy in the ring?

Scott Hudson: I don’t know, but I guess we’ll sure as hell find out.

Godfather: But you’ve gotta’ admit, that Jessica … Damn she’s fine.

Scott Hudson: We’re here to talk wrestling, not gawk at women, Godfather. And tonight, tonight is the night! We’ve seen the crowning of new Tag Team Champions! We’ve seen Kaos successfully defend the Nationwide Championship, and we’ve got a whole lot more still to come – including the Heavyweight Championship match between Booker T and Ron Killings, and Gangster’s Paradise!

Godfather: And it’s gonna’ be good.

Scott Hudson: We’re NWA:LA, what d’you expect?

As the two men talk, Cradle of Filth’s “Nymphetamine” hits as ‘Vicious’ Vic Grimes emerges from the back.

5. Pogo the Clown vs. ‘Vicious’ Vic Grimes

Pogo The Clown soon joins Grimes in the ring, with the shovel in hand. Pogo swings the shovel wildly at his foe, but Grimes goes under and catches Pogo with a neckbreaker. Grimes climbs back up to his feet, backs off into the ropes and on the return he connects with a leg drop to the throat of Pogo! Pogo kicks the air after impact, as Grimes climbs to his feet. Grimes picks up the shovel and runs towards Pogo, putting the shovel under his legs and going for a leg drop – but the sadistic clown rolls out of the way and Grimes hits the mat! Grimes lets out a roar of agony, having landed on the shovel. Grimes slowly returns to his feet and takes a kick to the gut from Pogo, who then goes for a DDT – but Grimes manages to stay up on his feet, dropping Pogo down onto the mat. Grimes runs into the ropes and follows up with a hard kick to the face of Pogo, who falls back down onto the mat. Grimes then climbs out of the ring and looks under the apron as the fans chant “fuck ‘em up, Grimes!” Grimes obliges as he retrieves a trash can from under the ring. Grimes rolls it back into the ring and follows, before emptying it to reveal various objects – including a baseball bat laced with barbed wire. Grimes picks up the baseball bat and lines Pogo up. Pogo climbs to his feet, but ducks in the incoming swing of the bat! Grimes turns and takes a kick to the gut, making him drop the bat. Pogo then moves back into the ropes, and launches himself towards Grimes with a stiff lariat! Grimes hits the mat and Pogo takes control. Pogo lifts Grimes up; pulls him in and connects with a Spinning Vertical Suplex! Grimes climbs up off the mat, clutching his lower back and wonders into Pogo, who kicks him in the gut and DDT’s him onto the barbed wire covered baseball bat! Grimes sits up after impact, blood trickling down his forehead. His flash has been ripped open by that unforgiving barbed wire, all because of Pogo The Clown. Grimes climbs to his feet looking dazed, allowing Pogo to grab him via the back of the head and run towards the ropes – to where Pogo launches Grimes over the top and straight into the steel barricade! Oh my god! That was sick! Grimes lays in a disgruntled heap on the outside as the fans chant “fuck you” at Pogo.

Scott Hudson: Whoa!

Godfather: Pogo is a sick, unforgiving individual, Scott. I’ve been in the ring with him, and hell, I hated every damn minute of it.

Pogo goes to the outside and lifts Grimes up, kneeing him across the gut. Wait a minute; a fan slaps Pogo across the back – angering the clown. Pogo throws Grimes down to the floor and turns to the female who sits in the front row. Pogo is about to grab her but security intervene to stop him. Pogo shakes his head and turns back to Grimes, and eats a kick to the mid-section. Grimes then lifts Pogo up onto his shoulders displaying absolutely amazing strength, holding the big man up in the air. The bloodied Grimes staggers towards the announcers table, and drops Pogo through it with a Death Valley Driver! Godfather and Hudson quickly move out of the way for their safety, as Pogo lies upon the broken shards of wood. Grimes somehow summons the strength to lift Pogo up and roll him back into the ring. Grime follows and quickly covers; ..1…2…, kick out! Grimes slowly pulls Pogo up and sets him up for the Victimiser, but Pogo pushes Grimes away, into the ropes. Grimes runs back at Pogo, and his caught with a kick to the gut. Grimes doubles over, and takes a Pogo Bomb onto the trash can which is still situated within the centre of the ring! Oh my god, did you hear that?! Grimes lays motionless on the mat, somewhat slumped over the trash can. Pogo pulls him off the steel and goes for the cover; …1…2…3!

Winner: Pogo the Clown

Match Rating: 55%

6. Unprovoked

Pogo climbs up off Grimes and begins to lick his lips, celebrating the victory. The fans jeer the sadistic clown, who just snarls as he climbs through the ropes and out of the ring. He walks around the ring side, smirking in that psychotic manner as he does – and quickly grabs the woman who slapped him earlier by the hair! What the hell?! Pogo throws the woman over the guardrail and down onto the hard outside floor.

Scott Hudson: What the fuck is this all about?!

Godfather: Somebody get some help outta’ here for this poor lady, quick!

Pogo stares the woman down, who tries to escape, but in horror movie fashion, she falls. Pogo grabs her by the leg and takes a kick, but it doesn’t harm the big man – who simply throws the woman up onto his shoulder. Pogo looks around and smirks as the woman tries to fight, Pogo turns her around into a powerbomb position and begins to lick his lips. That sick son-of-a bitch! POGO BOMB ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR! The woman is down and out, she’s a broken heap all because of that sadistic son-of-a bitch Pogo the Clown! Pogo is obviously happy with what he’s accomplished; he just smirks sadistically as he heads to the back.

We quickly go to another montage which highlights the history of the National Wrestling Alliance, promoting it further and pushing it down our throats intently – this was obviously another burden imposed on NWA: Los Angeles by the National Wrestling Alliance.

Segment Rating: 48%

As we return, it’s Heavyweight title time. One of our two main events is about to start. Out from the back first emerges Ron ‘Da Truth’ Killings as the gangsta rap flares up.

Scott Hudson: If you think the night’s been action packed so far, well, things are about ta’ get a whole lot hotter! The Heavyweight title is on the line; Booker T defends against Ron ‘The Truth’ Killings!

7. Heavyweight Title: Booker T © vs. Ron ‘Da Truth’ Killings

Booker T is out next with the Heavyweight Championship around his waist and with Stevie Ray by his side. Booker plays to the fans as he makes his way down to the ring, mouthing the words “Ron Killings? Da Truth? Ha! I pity ‘da foo’!” Booker T then unravels the championship from around his waist and hands it to Stevie Ray, who walks behind the champion. Then, Booker T proceeds to sprint down to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. Booker leaps quickly to his feet and ducks a Killings clothesline attempt, and on the return he knocks the challenger down with a forearm smash – knocking him down into the corner. Then, the Bookerman unleashes a series of vicious stomps to the chest of Killings, who sits propped up against the turnbuckle. Booker T backs off, walks around the ring before sprinting towards the corner and attempting a knee smash, but Killings quickly gets under the ropes and out of harms way, wisely. Booker leans over the ropes and points at Killings, mouthing obscenities at him. Suddenly, Killings hops onto the apron and hangs Booker throat first on the ropes with an ace crusher, which sees Killings land on his feet on the outside – and Booker spring back into the ring, clutching his throat and gagging for air.

Scott Hudson: That was cheap, Godfather.

The Godfather: Cheap but effective. Ya’ can’t blame the guy, after all, this is his big opportunity ta’ regain the gold.

Killings re-enters the ring, backs off into the ropes and on the return he drops a knee onto Booker’s face. Booker holds his face in pain. The Book is hurting. Killings pulls Booker up and chops him across the chest, knocking him back against the ropes. Killings then steps back before unleashing a furious clothesline, sending Booker tumbling over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Killings begins to play to the fans in the ring, posing arrogantly to their dismay. A series of “Killings sucks dick!” chants flare up. Killings just shakes his head and flips the fans off. Killings sees Booker slowly climbing to his feet on the outside and goes up onto the top rope. Killings then leaps off with a big cross body, taking Booker T down on the outside! The “Killings sucks dick” chants transform into a series of “Only in LA!” chants. Killings pulls Booker up on the outside and throws him head first into the ring post with an Irish Whip. Booker falls backwards and into a release German Suplex from Killings, on the outside! Booker T lies in a disgruntled heap on the floor, on his knees with his head turned under his body. Killings pulls him up and rolls him back into the ring, to where he goes for the cover; ..1…2…, kick out! Killings pulls Booker up and whips him across the ring and into the ropes; Booker runs back towards Killings, who catches him and lifts him up for a “Book-End”, but Booker T drops down and ends up landing behind the challenger. Killings turns back to Booker and takes a toe kick to the mid-section. Killings doubles over and Booker T moves into the ropes, going for the Axe Kick, NO! Killings evades at the last moment! Booker T turns to Killings and takes a side kick to the face! Booker hits the mat and Killings goes for another cover, hooking the leg with aspirations of becoming the new champion; …1…2, kick out! He isn’t going to put Booker away that easily, especially with the title on the line.

Killings pulls Booker up once again before quickly planting him with a snap suplex in the middle of the ring, ensuring the death of the momentum which was running. Killings shakes his head, he wants to end this match as soon as possible. He climbs through the ropes and to the outside. Killings walks around to the rejuvenated ringside area, to where the announcers sit behind a different table due to what happened in the Vic Grimes versus Pogo the Clown match up. Killings shoves the time keeper off his table and takes the steel chair he sits on before turning back to the ring. Killings enters with the steel and sets Booker up for a chair shot. Booker slowly climbs to his feet and Killings his about to unleash a chair shot but Stevie Ray grabs it! Killings twists around towards Ray and punches him directly in the face, knocking him back towards the ropes. Ray staggers back towards Killings and eats a chair shot! Ray hits the mat, holding his head in absolute agony as Killings turns back to Booker – Book-End! Book-End in the centre of the ring! It’s over, it’s got to be over! Booker T exhaustedly throws himself over Killings, who is down for the count; ..1…2…, NO! Kick out! Killings just kicked out!

Scott Hudson: He just kicked out of the Book-End! Killings kicked out of the Book-End! Oh my god!

The Godfather: Nobody’s ever done that before, Hudson! Nobody’s kicked outta’ tha’ Book-End before, until now!

Booker T climbs up onto his knees, looking shocked. Looking tired. He slowly returns to his feet as Killings climbs off the mat. Booker T goes for the Axe Kick, but Killings moves out of the way! Booker turns and takes a kick to the gut. Killings then lifts him up high for a suplex, holding him in the vertical suplex position. He slowly turns, and drops Booker T down onto the mat face first, in a sit-out position! Truth Conviction to the champion! Booker T is out! He’s out of it! Killings bundles himself over the champion and hooks the leg; …ONE…TWO…THRE- NO! Booker T just got the shoulder up! He got the shoulder up! Killings slowly returns to his feet and goes up top, signalling for the end. Killings then flies with a 450 splash, but Booker rolls out of the way! Killings bounces up off the mat, clutching his chest in agony. Booker is up. Booker goes for a Harlem Side Kick, but Killings somehow goes under once again. Booker T is left in no man’s land; Truth or Consequences! Killings with a stunner to the champion! This is what won Killings the Heavyweight Champion the first time around! Referee Rudy Charles moves into position and counts the pin as Killings covers; …1…2…,

Scott Hudson: It’s over! IT’S OVER! NEW CHAMPION!

The Godfather: He JUST kicked out, Hudson! JUST!

Booker T is displaying great resilience; he won’t give up that easily! Killings shakes his head in disbelief as the fans stand up, they can’t take their eyes off this one. Booker T slowly climbs to his feet, doubling over. Killings goes for an Axe Kick of his own and connects with the back of Booker T’s head! The challenger refuses to cover! He shakes his head. What’s this all about? Killings lifts Booker up and sets him up for a Book-End! Wait, Booker grabs the ropes to block the move, keeping his chances of retaining the gold alive! Booker kicks Killings away from the attempted ‘Rock-Bottom’, as Hudson dubs it. The Truth runs back towards Booker … Harlem Sidekick! Killings hits the mat, he’s dazed, he’s bleeding from the nose. He’s doubled over, Booker runs into the ropes … Axe Kick! AXE KICK TO KILLINGS! Killings hits the mat hard, blood lays on the mat! Booker summons up enough strength to throw his arm over the challenger, cover; …1…2……3!

Winner: Booker T – still NWA:LA Heavyweight Champion

Match Rating: 80%

Stevie Ray, still somewhat ‘out of it’ due to that chair shot, retrieves the Heavyweight Championship and slides back into the ring as Rudy Charles raises Booker T’s arm high into the air, signifying the victory. Booker can’t believe it; he can’t believe that he survived that brutal, hard-fought battle. He raises the belt high into the air as Stevie takes a microphone.

Stevie Ray: This man, Booker T, ma’ brutha’ … He’s tha’ World’s Greates’! THE WORLD’S GREATEST!

Ray sets the microphone down and proceeds to embrace with the champion as we go to a screen, a screen which outlines the rules of the night’s main event.

Gangster's Paradise Match Rules

- New Jack and Mustafa are bound to each other via a leash, connected at the dog collar each man must wear.

- Homicide and Chilly Willy are both involved in the match, and are able to aid their respective partners.

- Match contested under 2/3 falls rules.

- In the foremost deciding fall, New Jack must pin Mustafa or visa versa.

- The ring is surrounded by a fifteen foot high steel cage, with a three foot gap around the ring; from the apron to the steel structure.

And as we return to normality, the cage is slowly constructed by backstage staff. Then, “Natural Born Killaz” by Ice Cub and Dre hits, signalling the beginning of the main event: Gangster’s Paradise.

8. Gangster’s Paradise: Chilly Willy & New Jack vs. The New Age Gangsta’s

New Jack and Chilly Willy make their out from the back first, together. With New Jack giving us a little ‘jig’ to the music. New Jack enters the cage through the door and Chilly Willy follows. New Jack enters the ring as Chilly Wally walks around the outside perimeter, testing the structure of the cage. As this happens, Mustafa and Homicide both walk out from the back, both looking cold and calculated – both showing no fear. The two men walk down to the ring and enter the cage. They walk around the outside for a few moments, with Natural Born Killaz still playing in the background, as Chilly Willy enters the ring. Mustafa turns around as an official locks the door. Then, the music suddenly cuts out and realization sets in. Mustafa turns to the door, his eyes widen. Homicide, however, has a look of “I don’t give a fuck” on his face. An official in the ring holds the dog collars and leash. New Jack snatches it off of him and puts it on. He then turns his attention to Mustafa, mouthing the words “put it on, ya’ mother-fuckin’ pussy!” at him. Mustafa removes the bandana and takes the other dog collar, through the ropes and puts it on. Almost instantaneously, New Jack jumps back, pulling Mustafa into the apron with impact! Mustafa pulls himself up onto the apron and is dragged through the ropes by the Original Gangsta, who looks to continue the assault with a stomp to the back of Mustafa’s head. Homicide enters the ring and takes New Jack out with a vicious clothesline to the throat, knocking him down to the mat. Homicide then turns to Chilly Willy and takes the big man down with a quick arm drag. Chilly Willy returns to his feet and misses with a clothesline, giving Homicide the chance to plant him with a DDT! At the other side of the ring, Mustafa is up and is pounding away on New Jack in the corner. Mustafa then proceeds to choke out his former partner, wrapping the leash around his neck and pulling back. New Jack gags but Mustafa eventually releases New Jack. Mustafa then turns his attention to Homicide, and gives him some very clear instructions.

Mustafa Saed: Get this fuckin’ thing off me, man!

Homicide moves up behind Saed and slowly removes the dog collar from around his neck, throwing it down to the mat. Saed then picks the collar up and fastens it around one of the ring ropes. What the hell? Chilly Willy climbs to his feet and attacks Mustafa from behind with a hard blow to the back of Mustafa’s head. Chilly turns to Homicide and catches him with a swift powerslam in the centre of the ring, cover; …1.., kick out. New Jack tries to climb to his feet, but his held back by the ropes. New Jack turns and tries to unfasten himself, but Mustafa grabs him via the legs and tips him over the ropes! That sonuva bitch! New Jack is hanging at the other side of the ropes! He can’t release himself, he’s gagging for air. Mustafa turns away from New Jack and to Chilly Willy. The New Age Gangsta’s proceed to double-team Willy, hitting him with stereo kicks to the gut. Homicide then lifts Willy up for a suplex as Mustafa goes up onto the top rope. Homicide drops Willy with a big suplex, as Mustafa flies with a big splash from the top rope! Meanwhile, New Jack manages to get his feet onto the apron, preventing any further harm. New Jack manages to unfasten the dog collar from around his neck and gains a huge pop from the fans. The Original Gangsta storms into the ring and takes Mustafa out with a flying lariat. Homicide swings at New Jack, but the Gangsta ducks under and catches Homicide with a big neckbreaker! New Jack sits up and walks towards the ropes, to where he unfastens the dog collar and drags it back into the ring. New Jack takes the dog collars off the leather leash and dumps them to the outside. He then proceeds to WHIP Mustafa across the back with the leather! Mustafa lets out a roar of agony. New Jack then turns to Homicide and wraps the leather around his throat, choking him out.

Scott Hudson: Remember folks, this is one-hundred-percent no holds barred action! You won’t see stuff like this in your bullshit promotions like Vinnie Mac’s East Coast, or up in Canada. They’d more than likely censor this.

New Jack releases Homicide as Mustafa climbs to his feet. New Jack boots Mustafa in the face as Chilly Willy rejoins us with a staple gun in hand! Mustafa turns and gets his forehead stabled! Blood emerges from the gash on Mustafa’s forehead as Willy disposes of the foreign object. Where the hell did he get that from? Willy then proceeds to lift Mustafa up onto his shoulder for a powerbomb, but Homicide is up … Superkick to Chilly Willy! Willy falls back and Mustafa hits the ropes throat first and bounces back to the mat, having been somewhat guillotined. New Jack turns to Homicide and goes for a right, but Homicide kicks him before he can reach. The New Age Gangsta then proceeds to run towards the ropes and launch New Jack over the top, and into the steel fucking cage! Oh my god! New Jack hits the hard concrete floor, and the impact is audible. He hit the floor head first! New Jack lays back holding his head in absolute agony. Homicide looks down at his victim for a few moments as Mustafa returns to his feet. Homicide pulls Chilly Willy up and drills him with a Piledriver as Mustafa climbs up onto the top rope. Mustafa then flies with a diving headbutt, ala New Jack, and connects with the sternum of Willy! Homicide quickly covers; …1…2…3! Fall one belongs to the New Age Gangsta’s!

Fall #1 Winners : The New Age Gangsta’s (Homicide pins Chilly Willy)

Scott Hudson: And now, from this point on, the New Age Gangsta’s can only win the match if Mustafa pins New Jack – despite them not being attached to each other by the leash anymore. This type of match is uncontrollable!

New Jack slides back into the ring, bloodied, with a glass bottle in hand, probably accidentally left their when the cage was being set up. Mustafa and Homicide turn their attention to the Original Gangsta, who looks hurt, increasingly hurt by the moment. However, suddenly, Chilly Willy springs to life behind them! Chilly Willy lifts Homicide up into a backdrop position, spins around and plants him with a sit-out powerbomb! Meanwhile, New Jack quickly slides under the ropes. Mustafa walks towards him … SMASH! NEW JACK JUST SMASHED THE GLASS BOTTLE OVER MUSTAFA’S HEAD! New Jack disposes of the broken glass and falls on top of Mustafa, both men are bleeding. The referee gets into position to count and does so; …1…2…3! They’ve got a fall back already!

Fall #2 Winners : New Jack & Chilly Willy (New Jack pins Mustafa)

The Godfather: God damn! Get some help out here now! These two men are on their death beds; get the EMT’s out here, Hudson!

Scott Hudson: It’s all legal here, Godfather. This is Gangster’s Paradise, so anything goes!

Chilly Willy is the only man up. He goes to the outside and looks under the apron. After a few moments, he emerges with a table in hand. Willy sets up the table on the outside of the ring before going under the apron once again, this time retrieving a tub of gasoline and a box of matches! Oh my fucking god! Oh. My. God! Chilly Willy has got some deranged shit in mind. Willy throws the table into the ring and follows with the gasoline and matches. He sets up the table before picking Homicide up and drilling him with yet another powerbomb! Homicide slumps down to the mat, and rolls to the corner. Willy then begins to pour the gasoline all over the wood as the fans chant “LA!” patriotically. Willy then steps back and throws the bottle of gasoline over the top rope and out of the ring, with some of it spilling on the ring and ropes. Willy then lights a match and disposes of the box as the fans roar with approval! Chilly Willy is about to light the table, but Mustafa clubs him down from behind! The cheers turn into utmost jeers at the disproval of what just happened. Mustafa turns Chilly Willy around and sets him up, but New Jack is there too! New Jack almost takes Mustafa’s head off with a clothesline. Willy then reaches down and picks the match up, which is still alight … and drops it on the gasoline soaked wood! The table is immediately engulfed via flames! Oh my god! Homicide slowly climbs back into the ring and crawls on the mat. New Jack turns to him and kicks him in the face. Homicide falls back down onto the mat as Chilly Willy sets Mustafa up for a powerbomb. Willy turns to the table and is about to dump Mustafa through it …

SMACK! What the fuck is this?! Chilly Willy goes down to the mat in a heap; Mustafa has just had his ass saved by … SMACK! Chair shot to the skull of Mustafa! Wait, that’s CHRIS CANDIDO! “The One” is back! Candido turns his attention to New Jack and almost decapitates him with a vicious chair shot! Oh my god, what the hell is Chris Candido doing here? Homicide climbs to his feet and also eats a vicious chair shot to the skull! Candido drops the steel and poses in the ring and his handed a microphone by Tammy Lynn Sytch, who smiles at her man. The fans jeer loudly; they’re pissed off, understandably.

Chris Candido: What am I doin’ here? Why the fuck am I back? It’s simple. All you sons-o’-bitches wanted ta’ see the end of Chris Candido when these assholes stole my damn spotlight, when New Jack destroyed me. When I got beaten to a pulp by a vicious mob, a gangsta, I was nothin’. Nothin’ but a joke, someone who was taken lightly. Well no-fucking-more! This is the time of Chris Candido, this is the time of the-e ONE Chris Candido! My time! MY TIME!

Candido disposes of the microphone and leaves along with Tammy as the fans continue to jeer, chanting “fuck you” at the duo. We flick away from Candido and back to the action within the ring, with all the superstars down and out.

Scott Hudson: Whoa! Chris Candido is back!

The Godfather: And he just screwed up an awesome match, Hudson. He got involved with somethin’ that didn’t involve him, jus’ to make an announcement.

Each of the four men slowly begin to rise to their feet, all questioning what just transpired with Chris Candido’s interference. The brawl soon re-ensues. Homicide is first to strike, striking New Jack down from behind with a hard blow to the back as Chilly Willy takes it to Mustafa at the other side of the ring. All four men are bloodied, some due to the chair shots they took from Candido. Mustafa hits Willy with a low blow as New Jack counters a whip to throw Homicide over the top rope and out of the ring. New Jack then turns his attention to Mustafa, who lifts Willy up and drops him with a Piledriver onto the steel chair which Candido left in the ring! Willy rolls to the outside, clutching his neck in agony. Mustafa then turns around and bumps into New Jack!

The Godfather: Oh my!

Scott Hudson: To quote a famous Oklahoman, Godfather, business is about ta’ pick up!

The two men, both bleeding, begin to trash talk each other as an eerie silence seems to consume the LA arena. New Jack knocks Mustafa back into the corner and begins to hammer away on him. Then, the Original Gangsta elbows Mustafa in the face and knocks him over with a swift clothesline. Mustafa lies prone on the mat as New Jack goes up onto the top rope. Wait, what the—New Jack is climbing up the cage! What’s this all about! The flaming table is at the other side of the ring, Mustafa is in the centre and both Chilly Willy and Homicide are on the outside and are out of it! New Jack stands at the top of the cage as a series of “holy shit” chants prematurely flare up. Then, in one single moment, New Jack leaps … He leaps off the top of the cage with a flying headbutt, but Mustafa rolls and New Jack hits the mat! Oh my fucking god, from fifteen feet in the air, all the way down to the hard, bloodstained canvas! Nobodies home! New Jack bounces off the mat, clutching his chest. He’s hurting, hurting a lot. He’s in absolute agony. Mustafa kicks him in the gut; lifts him up for a powerbomb … and slams him through the flaming table with fury! New Jack escapes the flames and lays on the mat, motionless. Everyone is down and out bar Mustafa, who staggers around the ring. He eventually falls on top of New Jack, the referee counts as a “bullshit” chant begins; ...1…2…3! The New Age Gangsta’s are victorious!

Winners: New Age Gangsta’s

Match Rating: 51%

The bell rings and the winners are introduced. The New Age Gangsta’s are victorious, but nobody’s moving. Nobody looks like a winner here at the culmination of Gangster’s Paradise two-thousand-and-five.

Scott Hudson: What a night! WHAT A NIGHT! It’s all gone down tonight, and don’t forget, tune into Urban Assault next week. Same channel, different time! Check your local listings for further details. I’m Scott Hudson, good night!

And with that, the show is cut and we fade out.

Event Rating: 61%

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Random Notes

- I am running the show as a weekly pay per view on EWR, hence it's length. I used the maximum number of segments available this time, but I''ll probably cut back on the smaller shows to give them more of a "weekly show" feel. This can be explained by having the television network cut the hours back for regular shows, or something, and only giving extra alotted time for bigger events.

- I hope the whole Southern Comfort thing to kick the show off didn't offend. It's their character. I asked about this in the NWA Domination discussion thread, and people said it would be fine, so whatever.

- The main event. Ah, I thought it lacked. But I went with the EWR rating, hence some of the 'weird' booking during it and it being a clusterfuck.

And that's about it.

- LK

[Guest Crossface]

weekly PPV's will kill you.

use weekly large events.

much better.

[DMN in the House]

Don't expect epics...

The pounding island drumbeats of NWA: Hawaii's theme set the tone for the opening montage of Friday Night Throwdown, as it showcased some of the amazing scenes from Hawaii, both past and present. It faded out into the FNT logo, and then, finally to a shot of Afa and Jim Cornette in a studio setting. Afa was casual in his Hawaiian shirt, while Cornette was high strung, as always, in his suit.

The two discussed recent happenings on the Island, such as the brutal actions of 'The Beast' Bob Sapp, who has been trying to force 'The Soulman' Rocky Johnson Jr. into a match, thus far, to no avail. Other highlights were The Samoan Gangstas possible chances at an NWA World Tag Team Title shot, as well as possible contenders to Rikishi Fatu's Hawaiian Heavyweight Title. The then lead us into the first match, Afa Jr. going up against the always cocky, The Miz.

[tape feed]

The Miz is out first, as always, in his $500 shirt, and ultra-expensive sunglasses. I guess all that MTV money is going to a good place, as the self proclaimed 'MTV Superstar' slid into the ring, and called for a mic, as the crowd immediately started boo'ing, leading to Miz's trademark 'eyebrow' taunt.

The Miz: ' Would you all please shut the hell up? A superstar is trying to talk!'

This, of course, only compounds the boos.

The Miz: ' Fine, if none of you jabroni's can know your role and shut your mouth, I guess you're just not worthy of seeing a MTV Superstar wrestle here tonight!'

The crowd continues to boo, as Miz spikes the mic, and starts to head to the back, before Afa Jr.'s music hits, and the crowds jeers turn to cheers as the young son of NWA: Hawaii's head announcer makes his way out, cutting off The Miz's retreat, and forcing him back into the ring.

Standing on the outside, with The Miz inside the ring, begging off, Afa Jr. takes the mic.

Afa Jr.: ' You should know by know Miz, its not about where you've been, its about what you've done, and, honestly, you ain't done jack! Now... put up... or shut up!'

Junior throws down the mic, and slides into the ring, getting met by stomps, as this one starts.

The Miz vs. Afa Anoai Jr.

Simple match, due to Afa Jr.'s in-experience, as The Miz controlled the tempo, and the action, with various underhanded techniques and tactics. The referee was forced to intervene numerous times, but Miz just took those as oppurtunities to taunt his opponent, and the crowd. Junior was able to mount a short comeback after catching a punch attempt by The Miz, but in the end, it wasn't enough, as the 'MTV Superstar' finished him off with the Superstar Elbow

Winner: The Miz

[end feed]

[commercial]

Before heading back to the studio, we're treated to a 'trailer' of LA Smooth's latest film project. As Hollywood's 'Next Big Action Hero', LA Smooth has been hard at work in Los Angeles, on the set of his next effort, Smooth Criminals. We see many staged action shots of Smooth, then, at the end, a promise that he'll be on Friday Night Throwdown, next week, for all of his fans!

Back in the studio, Cornette is ribbing Afa Anoai Sr. about his son losing, and heavily putting over The Miz. Afa dosen't really have much to say about it, except that he's going to talk to his son when he gets home. Sounds like somebody's in trouble! The two then throw it to footage of a heinous attack by 'The Beast' Bob Sapp, in his continuing efforts to force 'The Soulman' Rocky Johnson Jr. into a match.

[tape feed]

The original 'Soulman' Rocky Johnson Sr., can be seen working out at the official training school of NWA: Hawaii, Don Muraco's Hawaiian University, in footage apparently taped by the school's security system, as its in black and white. The NWA: Hawaii legend, and Head of Security is working out on a weight bench, when suddenly a large arm forces the weights down into his chest. The camera pans up, to show Bob Sapp. Sapp smiles down menacingly, then rips the weights up and out of Johnson Sr.'s hands!

Sapp then pulls Rocky Sr. up, and throws him against the wall, before punching him in the body multiple times, and then sending him crashing into a row of stationary bikes! Johnson is now bleeding, as Sapp continues his assault, stomping away at the legend, before breaking a nearby table by putting Johnson through it with the dreaded Beast Bomb! Sapp then turns to the camera...

Sapp: ' SOULMAN! I WANT YOU, AND I WILL HAVE YOU, IF I HAVE TO DESTROY EVERY MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY TO DO IT!'

Sapp then reaches up, and rips down the camera, causing us to go to static.

[end feed]

Back in the studio, and Afa is absolutely APPALLED at the actions of Sapp, while Cornette applauds them. 'Gotta do what ya gotta do' is the exact quote. Afa ponders the response of Rocky Jr., but Cornette puts down 'The Soulman', saying he's too yellow to want a piece of Sapp. Afa notes that Rocky has never backed down from a challenge, and when you hurt his family, well, you're asking for trouble. No more time for that now though, as its back to the ring for TAG TEAM ACTION~!

[tape feed]

The Samoan Swat Team 2000, comprised of Black Pearl and Jimmy Snuka Jr., swaggered out from the back, generally trying their best to piss of the fans by berating them and acting cocky. It worked a lot better for Snuka Jr. The duo slid into the ring, and posed on the turnbuckles.

Their moment was not to last long however, as the crowd favorite Island Boys, the rock loving, teen hearthrobs Kamiena and Kaniela, stormed out, slapping hands, and doing their best rock god impersonations. They climbed up onto the guardrails at the end of the aisle, and played air guitar for the fans to their music, before hitting the ring, and preparing for the match.

Samoan Swat Team 2000 vs. The Island Boys

The SST2k start off double teaming the smaller Kaniela, isolating him in their corner, and using typical rulebreaking tactics to keep him there, fake tags, double teams, the usual. He struggles to break free, and finally nails a decent looking enziguri on Black Pearl that puts both men on the mat, while Kaimena gets the crowd fired up for the hot tag. The tag is made, and Kaimena cleans house, taking out the entering Snuka Jr. on his way across the ring, and knocking Black Pearl off the ring, to the delight of the crowd. A sweet dropkick sends Snuka back down to the mat, and Kaimena is rolling, letting off rights and lefts, and finally climbing to the top, only to miss his finisher, the Rockstar Cutter, a blockbuster, when Black Pearl shoves him from the top rope!

Snuka Jr. uses the moment to make a tag, and Black Pearl goes to work, putting on the chinlock, but Kaimena is too much to keep down, and fights free, and making the tag, where the Island Boys are able to hit their double team finisher, the Island Groove, a facebuster/ 2nd rope leg drop combo, to pick up the one, two, three.

Winner(s): The Island Boys

The Island Boys proceed to celebrate with the crowd, as Snuka looks angrily at Black Pearl, before heading to the back alone, leaving his partner in the ring as we fade back out.

[end feed]

[commercial]

Back from break, and The Samoan Gangstas stand in front of a plain white brick wall, presumably backstage at a NWA: Hawaii event, with the Hawaiian Tag Team Titles slung over their ample shoulders. Both are dressed, as always, in red, and they throw up gang signs before speaking.

O.G. Ekmo: ' Yo, we gots some words for those punk wankstas the Dudley Boyz!'

Kimo: ' Damn straight bro. You two punks wanna run around acting like you big and bad, but you ain't doing nuthin' but running from da Samoan Gangstas! Everywhere we go, all we hear about is 'Buh-Buh Ray this' and 'D-Von that'. I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT!'

O.G. Ekmo: ' Preach on that! See, we been looking at the NWA rankin's, and we be seeing that we're in line for a shot at yo' titles Dudleyz! Don't think you can be ducking us like we some punks from Texas! This is the Island right here, you know!'

Kimo: ' Word bro, so keep it straight Dudleyz, we're comin' fo' does titles! Now, on to some more... local... business... we been hearing that the NWA: Hawaii board been lookin' for some competition fo' us. Well, it ain't gonna happen, there ain't a team on this island that can compete with me, or my bro Ekmo!'

O.G. Ekmo: ' Straight gangsta, and you know this! It don't matter if its those two bit rockers the Island Boys, or those two old geezers Haku and The Barbarian... we've beat dem all! Ain't one team on this island we ain't beat, and you ain't gonna find no two men that can beat us, and thats the bottom line!'

Kimo: ' Ya heard!'

We fade out with the Gangstas throwing up some signs, and showing off their titles, before we go back to the studio.

Jim Cornette is impressed with the Gangstas, and has no doubts that they'll beat the Dudley Boyz, when and if those two teams meet up. Afa agrees about that, but dosen't agree with the Samoan Gangstas tactics or attitude, preferring the old school traditional values of hard work and sportsmanship. Cornette scoffs at this, and sends us to our next match, with a wrestler that he considers the perfect picture of the 'new school' attitude, 'Dirty' Dick Togo.

[tape feed]

Togo is out first, as always, accompanied by his mentor and stable-mate Sho Funaki. The other 'Tokyo Lady Killer', MEN's Teioh is in Japan, procuring more lovely ladies for the 'World's Sexiest Men'. Togo jeers at the crowd, even flipping them off, though its blurred, of course. He and Funaki climb into the ring, and stare with disdain at the referee, refusing to even let them touch Togo.

Their little charade is cut short, however, as thumping drumbeats fill the arena, and the Island's most dangerous man, the man, the myth, the 'fro, Haku makes his way out from the back, wild and crazy as ever. He's accompanied by his long time tag team partner The Barbarian, and the two put forth an imposing image for the smaller Togo and Funaki. There's a funny moment once they get into the ring, as the referee check's Haku's afro for any illegal weapons, while The Barbarian jokingly threatens him. All is good, however, as the bell is rung.

Dick Togo w/ Sho Funaki vs. Haku w/ The Barbarian

Togo starts off hot, firing right hands that do little damage to the rough and ready Haku, who responds with a nasty chop that can be heard in Los Angeles. Togo then attempts to throw everything but the kitchen sink at Haku, and it begins to have an effect, when he commits the cardinal sin of Samoan wrestling... going for a headbutt. Now, anyone can tell you that it ain't gonna happen, and Togo crashes to the mat, holding his head, as Haku signals for the Death Grip! 'Dirty' Dick Togo is saved only by the quick thinking of Sho Funaki, who pulls him out of the ring, to relative saftey.

I say relative, because The Barbarian is waiting on the outside, and forces Togo back into the ring, but the commotion draws the attention of the referee, who makes the decision to throw The Barbarian from ringside, and the crowd hates it! The Barbarian and Haku attempt to argue the call, but all their words only serve to give Togo the opening he needs to make use of a well placed steel chair, provided by Funaki, and the cover is elementary, as the Tokyo Lady Killers steal yet another match.

Winner: Dick Togo

[commercial]

Back from break, and we're still in the ring, where now only Sho Funaki and Dick Togo stand. Haku has apparently been helped to ringside, and Funaki has taken the house mic.

Sho Funaki: ' Once again you see that Japan's numbah one ladies men always prevail! You disgusting Hawaiians are no match for the love-making prowess and wrestling skill of a Tokyo Lady Killa! Ahahahahaha!'

The two yuck it up in the ring, before Funaki gets serious.

Funaki: ' But seriously, I am not all fun and games tonight. Rikishi Fatu, for too long have I been kept from my shot at the Hawaiian Heavyweight Title, for too long has it been paraded around your fat waist! You are no ladies man, you are not worthy of such a prize as this! I have talked with the board, and they have heard my pleas, and I am now the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!'

Togo and Funaki high five at this announcement, but their jubilation is cut off by the entrance music of none other then the champion, Rikishi Fatu, who enters along with his partner for tonight, Japanese legend Jinsei Shinzaki. The two start down the aisle, but their attacked from behind by Sho Funaki's partner for tonight, the NWA: Hawaii Television Champion, King Iaukea! Funaki and Togo rush the aisle, and we have a five man brawl before the match even starts! Eventually officials sort things out, and Togo is ejected from ringside, as we go to our last commercial break before the main event.

[commercial]

Sho Funaki and King Iaukea vs. Rikishi Fatu and Jinsei Shinzaki

We're JIP, with Funaki and Iaukea beating down on Fatu, who's in the wrong part of town. The champion fights his way out with chops, and dumps the illegal man, Funaki, over the ropes, before clotheslining Iaukea, and firing up the crowd by challenging him to stand back up, only to get knocked down again. Fatu has the upperhand, but not for long, as Funaki grabs his leg, distracting him, and allowing Iaukea to nail a neckbreaker and make a tag, keeping the heavyweight champ in the corner.

Funaki goes to work on Fatu's neck, presumably to set up his finisher, the Tokyo Tornado DDT, but Fatu shows his fighting spirit, refusing to stay down, and fighting to a vertical base. He slams the smaller Sho Funaki down hard, then falls himself, but is able to make the much needed tag.

Shinzaki hits the ring, and goes right to work, sending Funaki to a neutral corner, and amazing the crowd with his trademark Praying Rope Walk, then hitting a sweet backflip kick to his fellow countryman. The tide is turned when Sho Funaki is able to counter a grapple attempt with the famous Greco-Roman eyepoke, and make a diving tag to King Iaukea.

Iaukea comes into the ring, but gets suprised by a charging Shinzaki, who runs him over with a shoulder block, then takes him over with a snapmare. Iaukea fights to his feet, and a kick attempt by Shinzaki goes awry, nailing the referee in the head! This, of course, leads to the predictable shenanigans, as Sho Funaki enters the ring with the Hawaiian Heavyweight Title, and lines up Shinzaki, only to hit Iaukea, and be chased out of the ring and back up the aisle by the champ, Rikishi Fatu. Shinzaki then makes the cover, and gets the pinfall for his team as the referee shakes out the cobwebs.

Winner(s): Jinsei Shinzaki and Rikishi Fatu

The show ends with Shinzaki standing over the still unconcious Iaukea, holding the NWA: Hawaii Television Title, and looking down at the champion, who he just pinned, albeit due to the champion's partners mistake.

[ROZAY]

First off, WOW, that was a long show LK. As for the read? Well, we'll see .

- Nice, unique name for the show. If only we were in Compton...

- For some reason, I really like the commentary you have here. While simple, it's extremely catchy. Hopefully Godfather & Hudson continue to make a good team.

- SMOTHERS~!. Hudson's comment on how your show is set up with the basic "anything goes" attitude really has set the tone for your diary. You don't censor things, you write how they would actually talk, this is some of the best work I've seen in awhile. Seriously dude, I'm really impressed here. You've immediately got me hooked just based on the commentary and first promo alone. Shame EWR gave you a shitty match rating.

- And if this show couldn't get any better, it did. The first match was well-written, and a decent length for what you were going for. Good idea on putting the belts on Southern Comfort, as I think with that promo and win, you've immediately gotten them over as top players in the tag team division in your diary. AWESOME way of making a great heel team man.

- Again, great promo work, this time with Killings. It's as if I can actually hear them saying this, which is something a lot of writers can't get you into. Another great promo that got me excited about the main event. This is already becoming one of the best shows I've ever read, and in just a few segments.

- Wow. Another great match to cap off what has been a great show thus far. I was really hoping you'd put the title on Angel, but can't have every title change on the first show. Hopefully, a rematch is in the brewing, or a possible feud. Angel Job=RATINGZ.

- Infomercial? First I've seen in a diary. I may have to steal it.

- Holy hell was that a segment or what? Jessica is such a BITCH. This can be your Trish/Lita feud right here. I mean, it's so EASY to get shots in on Lita nowadays. And Dinero attacking Hardy was another good thing on top of this. I smell an inter-gender match coming on soon.

- Sorry, just can't get into Pogo/Grimes. I just can't imagine a sadistic clown, unless he's scaring little kids. Sorry.

- THAT'S how to write a title match. Kids, you can learn from this man. Commentary during matches rule, and so does long descriptions with lots of near-falls that get you hooked.

- Interesting concept for the Gangster's Paradise, and you more then delivered with it. Strange interference aside, another well-written match that kind of reminded me of Raven/Richards vs Pitbulls 2/3 falls match in ECW. Of course, not as good though.

And that's what I call a great debut show. The best show I've seen in awhile (although I haven't seen a lot of shows here even though I've been lurking for awhile ). Shame that it didn't come out that way in EWR, but you made it one of the best in written format, and that's all that matters. :thumbsup:

[Dingle]

I'll comment on LK's show first and then I'll go read Syco's show.

First off I have to agre with Aztec warrior with the pairing of Huson and Godfather, it set up for a great team and I do hope they are your commentators for every show. Also, the show name is nice and unique, and I like it when the shows are to do with whats actually on them adds more to whats going on in the fed. It also means that people can get a preview of what to expect from the show.

I'm not a racist man but I found that promo very good and the "Here come Nigga 3000..." was a highlight of the show. I definitely look forward to the possibilities that a redneck vs niggers feud could bring. It also plays up the promotions bad ass of the NWA character.

Good match to start the show and I expected the southerners to take the title because they seemed like the only real team you might have cared for. However, good write up and despite it being the first show of the night it was still an informative match in terms of both quantity and quality.

Never seen a Ron Killings promo or read one but it did its job and it put him over as a good challenger for Booker's title further on in the night. A match that I look forward to. But I see where Southern Comfort get the nigger hating from >_>

The Angel vs. Kaos match seemed like a filler to me, but it did its job in possibly starting off a storyline between Angel and Kraq. And I had to laugh at the Angel Job, great name and great move

The Hardy promo, well first thing I noticed is you got the same idea that I did with this scenario, in making Lita be Hardy's love instead of Matt's. Also, I see a small feud growing from this, as Jessica continues to try and have Jeff when he just puts her down and a feud starts to kick in between Hardy/Lita and Dinero/Jessica. Should be an alright feud to look forward too.

Much like Aztrec, I couldnt get into the Grimes match and Pogo/Grimes staredown, but more of because I dont really have a liking for either man and they've never impressed me. More of making me dislike them. Hardcore Freaks >_>

Awesome match between Killings and Booker T that definitely kept me reading through its entirity. I look forward to all your big matches after this one as it kept me wanting to find out what was going to happen at the end but it kept me reading and not wandering to find out who won and then move on. The close falls at the end of the match was a deifnite nice toucvh and the commentary throughout the match was another nice touch that definitely added to the match.

The Gangsters Paradise match was intriguing. While it was basically a dog collar match it added something new to the stipulation and it worked. Overall it was a greatly written match and is the first to make me interested about Mustaefa, having never seen him perform. I look forward to see where this feud goes from here, unless that was the blowoff match to a feud.

Overall I really enjoyed the show and am looking forward to the next show. While the backstory didn't hook me, the debut show has and you've added to the NWA promotions that I want to follow, hopefully all the promotions can do this for me. Oh but back to the show, great show and I see where people get the whole "Awesome diary writer" from about you, you're an excellent diary writer.

[Pesci]

For the first few months of existence after its inception, Al Snow's Strong Style Wrestling was identifiable as "that New Japan rip-off", and indeed, although the wording was perhaps a touch unfair, the range of talent you'd find on their shows suggested very little to the contrary. However, four years on and Snow's brainchild, now operating under the NWA banner, has evolved into something completely different. No longer does the promotion rely so heavily on its far-eastern counterparts, and no longer is it considered just a mimic of the "real McCoy". No, over the past half a decade, Strong Style's underwent a dramatic roster overhaul, replacing the Yuji Nagatas and Hiroyoshi Tenzans of old, with the young Bryan Danielsons and AJ Styleses of new. And then of course, many workers themselves have seemingly morphed into something completely different. As evidence of this fact, just see the well-documented Curry Man = Sideshow Chris = Christopher Daniels transformation, or "Martial-Arts Trainer" Steve Blackman, a quiet Pennsylvania native, into "Lethal Weapon" Steve Blackman, the shoot-fighting extravaganza we all know and love.

Still, Strong Style makes a point of things to keep in close contact with their Japanese counterparts, and every now and then we do see an Asian invasion of sorts, what with all the young rookies over there needing to undergo a "learning excursion" away from Japan to fully complete their training, hence the recent showings of Shinsuke Nakamura and Hiroshi Tanahashi. Although, even so, many of New Japan's former stars have actually left them for a permanent spot in the United States! Stars such as "Roarin'" Masato Tanaka, stars such as the gaijin beast, "Jurassic Power" Scott Norton, and stars such as Strong Style's owner himself, "Iceman" Al Snow, a New Japan junior heavyweight division legend.

But through all of the talent exchanges, through all of these appearances from the Johnny-come-latelies, a great wealth of talent has stuck with Strong Style from the very beginning, such as current NWA: Strong Style Elite Champion, "The World's Most Dangerous Man" Ken Shamrock, Dan "The Beast" Severn, Baldo The Great, "Scotland" Riggs and Samoa Joe, and boy are we glad they've maintained their loyalty for all of this time. After all, without those listed above, how would the great Shamrock - Severn wars of '03 have came to pass? How would the accomplished grappler, Scotty Riggs, have become such an unhinged, unpredictable loose cannon? How would Samoa Joe's now infamous CHIKARA tag team alongside Taiyo Kea have dominated the tag team ranks for so long? The answer to all of these questions are "they wouldn't have", and thank god they did, because quite frankly, it is events like these that have made Strong Style so unique, so special, and so endearing to the fans.

Speaking of the fans, whether it's the hard-hitting action you'd find in a match between Low Ki and Shelton Benjamin, or the high-flying performance in a Jonny Storm - Kaz Hayashi classic, or even the power-driven slam-fest in a Sean O'Haire VS Charlie Haas encounter, something keeps them coming back for more, and it's this loyal support that makes NWA: Strong Style one of the most popular NWA affilates in the whole world.

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OOC: I know the backstory isn't much, and I know it probably sucks, but I hate thinking of history, I had to get something up, and I thought this would do - even if it is a little short.

The roster and champions/championship history should be up soon, so stay tuned and stuff.

Edited March 29, 2005 by Burning Dragon

[ADG]

NWA New Wave TV

Your announce team for the evening are Mark McNulty and Christopher Idol.

** “There are times in life, when you long for something new, for something different than the norm. This is one of those times, and one of those things, this is NWA: New Wave.”………We are inside the New Wave Arena (aka, the Chandler Bingo Hall) and in the ring stands “Kickass” Kyle Storm, but first we head to the announce table. **

McNulty: All across the New England area on FSN, this is NWA New Wave Television! I am Mark McNulty alongside my broadcasting colleague-

Idol: -the one, the only, every woman’s pet and each man’s regret, the infamous and downright *bleep* fabulous, Christopher Idol.

McNulty: That’s just delightful. Do you have to use language like that?

Idol: I don’t have to, I just want to.

McNulty: Why don’t you make yourself useful and tell us what we’ll see tonight.

Idol: Why don’t you go *bleep* yourself?

McNulty: I don’t know how you still have your job.

Idol: I’ve still got my job because I’m good at it. You think these morons here tonight come here to see you?

McNulty: No but they didn’t come here to see you either.

Idol: Better me than, who is that in the ring anyway?

McNulty: You don’t even know!

Idol: I don’t even care!

McNulty: Well for the benefit of the fans at home, that is “Kickass” Kyle Storm.

** The music for the NWA: New Wave New England Heavyweight Champion comes crackling through the sound system and “Too Hot To Handle” Jay Lethal heads to the ring, slapping hands and flirting with the girls as he goes. **

Idol: Now this is a man I can admire! Good looking, athletic, a great wrestler, a smooth talker, and a real hit with the ladies. He takes after me McNulty!

McNulty: Oh please…

Idol: It’s true, tell me you wouldn’t *bleep* me! If I were a woman McNulty, you’d be all over me!

McNulty: I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be.

Idol: Well of course not ‘cause I’d pepper spray you, but admit it McNulty, you’d want me.

McNulty: Let’s go to the ring….

- “TOO HOT TO HANDLE” JAY LETHAL vs. “KICKASS” KYLE STORM -

Lethal and Storm lock up and Lethal takes the challenger over in a headlock. Storm wriggles free into a hammerlock but Lethal reverses it into an armbar and whips Storm to the ropes. Lethal with a dropkick sends Storm to the mat and Lethal makes an early cover. ON-KICKOUT! Didn’t even get a one count. Both men back up and Lethal with an arm-drag to take Storm over. Storm rolls through and turns into an armbar, reversed by Lethal, Storm gets to his knees and nails a right hand to the stomach of Lethal and the hold is broken. Storm charges Lethal but gets a backdrop for his trouble. Jay Lethal with another cover. ONE-TW-KICKOUT BY STORM! Jay Lethal brings Storm back up and scoops him up into a bodyslam and Lethal drops an elbow. Lethal heads to the top rope and comes down with a flying cross body to the approval of the crowd and follows that up with a springboard moonsault! Lethal has Storm on the back foot and he pushes the challenger into the corner and unloads with some chops, each one in succession getting harder and harder until Storm collapses in the corner.

McNulty: “Kickass” Kyle Storm finding it hard here against Jay Lethal.

Idol: “Finding it hard”? He’s gettin’ his ass kicked, and I love it!

Jay Lethal brings Kyle Storm to a vertical base in the corner and whips him across the ring to the opposite buckle. Lethal runs in but Storm gets a boot up halting Lethal. A bulldog from Storm and the cover. ONE-T-KICKOUT! Storm brings Lethal to his feet but can’t keep his offence going as Lethal battles back with a big kick to the head and a Release German Suplex! The champion makes the cover. ONE-TWO-TH-SHOULDER UP! That was close to being over. Jay Lethal brings Kyle Storm back to his feet and “Kickass” is staggering. Jay Lethal measures his opponent and Storm turns into a neckbreaker from Lethal. Storm rolls to the outside looking for a breather but he doesn’t get it as Lethal comes flying over the top onto Storm and the two crash to the concrete! Jay Lethal is first up and he rolls into the ring to break up the ten count before heading back to the floor and pulling Kyle Storm to his feet. Storm can barely stand as Lethal lays in with some solid right hands, sending Storm backwards towards the ring post. Lethal jumps onto the ring apron, takes a run-up and takes flight, catching Kyle Storm with a headscissors off the apron!

Idol: Did you see that?!?! That was incredible!

McNulty: It was a great move there from Jay Lethal, a running headscissors onto the concrete.

Idol: I remember when I used to do those.

McNulty: Yeah right…..

Jay Lethal pulls himself up with the help of the ring apron and soaks in the mild adulation of the crowd, who for the first time have responded to anything. Lethal rolls into the ring again to break the count, then grabs Storm by the hair but Storm pulls Lethal down and Lethal crashes head first into the ring steps on the far side! Storm manages to drag himself back into the ring and hopes for the count out victory. 1---2---3---4- the first signs of life come from Lethal -5---6- the champion grabs at the ring apron -7---8- Lethal gets to his feet -9---1- Lethal rolls into the ring! Storm dives into the cover, hooking the leg. ONE-TWO-THR-KICKOUT BY LETHAL! Kyle Storm gets back to his feet and signals that he’s about to become the new champion, getting ready for the Eye Of The Storm [Rolling Heel Kick]. Lethal turns to face Storm, ducks the kick, nails a kick of his own to the stomach of Kyle Storm and nails the Lethal Injection! The cover from Jay Lethal. ONE-TWO-THREE! Jay Lethal retains the title against Kyle Storm.

The winner and still NWA New England Heavyweight Champion: “Too Hot To Handle“ Jay Lethal

(73/24/48)

The NW New England Heavyweight title has gained in image.

Idol: Now that was just embarrassing. Kyle Storm needs to go back to the drawing board.

McNulty: Well Jay Lethal victorious, retaining his NWA New England Heavyweight Championship against “Kickass” Kyle Storm, but fans Lethal will find it harder than that in three weeks time, here in the New Wave Arena at the Tony Rumble Memorial Show when he faces Roderick Strong, with the NWA New England Championship on the line and next week we’ll see Strong in action!

Idol: Is the Memorial Show already here again?

McNulty: It is indeed Chris, the annual show in memorial to “Terrific” Tony Rumble, the former owner of NWA: New England and father of our very own Jason Rumble, “The Boston Bad Boy”.

Idol: I don’t really care about that, all I know is I don’t get paid!

McNulty: Oh shut up….

** McNulty is interrupted by the NWA New Wave Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Nature Boy For A New Generation’ Trent Acid with Johnny Kashmere making their way to the ring. Acid is in his street wear get-up of ‘Acid’ wash jeans and a bright white shirt, the gold Rolex sparkling away on his wrist. Kashmere though is much more executively dressed in a tailored suit, playing up his new role of ‘executive consultant’ for Acid. They enter the ring and Kashmere produces a microphone from his pocket. **

McNulty: Well I wonder what he wants.

Idol: Shut up and show some respect McNulty, this is the New Wave Champion you’re talking about!

McNulty: I have the utmost respect for Trent Acid, he’s an excellent wrestler, I have a problem with that man with him, that parasite, that leech, Johnny Kashmere.

- “THE NATURE BOY” SPEAKS! -

** Kashmere wanders around the ring, whispers something to Trent Acid, then turns to the stationary camera and begins to speak. **

Kashmere: Ladies and gentlemen, I, Johnny Kashmere, proudly present to you, the NWA New Wave Heavyweight Champion, “The Nature Boy For A New Generation” Trent Acid!

Idol: YES!

** We hear Christopher Idol applauding from his desk as Kashmere hands Acid the microphone. **

Acid: Whooooooooooooooo! Yes, yes, yes. Ladies and losers I am ‘The Nature Boy For A New Generation’ Trent Acid and I am the NWA New Wave Heavyweight Champion.

McNulty: That’s what he told us, tell us something we don’t know!

Idol: Stop trying to be a badass McNulty.

Acid: You know, all throughout the world, people are sitting up and taking notice of ‘The New Generation’s Nature Boy’, the latest in a long line of wrestlers who used the name, but without a doubt, the best to use the name.

Kashmere: Without any doubt!

McNulty: Oh please….

Idol: Let him speak McNulty!

Acid: And now you can all see me, each and every week on New Wave TV!

McNulty: That’s right we’re on every week now, no doubt you’ll show up, even when you’re not wanted.

Acid: But three weeks from now, is the Tony Rumble Memorial, the one day each year when we’re expected to work for free……..for free?!?!?!

** We see Johnny Kashmere laughing behind Trent Acid. **

Acid: ‘The Nature Boy’ doesn’t work for free, hell, ‘Naitch’ doesn’t even get up in the morning, for less than ten thousand. But for one night, I am expected to work for free and give money to charity.

McNulty: Now this is the most disrespectful diatribe I have ever heard!

Idol: Trust me McNulty, he is just saying what everyone in the back is thinking!

Acid: Well I for one won’t have it. I’m the New Wave Champion and I’m tellin’ everybody right now, at the Memorial Show, I either get paid…….or I don’t work!

McNulty: OH COME ON!

** The diatribe by the champion is interrupted by the music of “The Boston Bad Boy” Jason Rumble, the son of Tony Rumble, who makes his way out from behind the curtain. Rumble stands in the aisle, looking up at the champ and Kashmere in the ring. He asks for a microphone from one of the ring crew who obtains one and hands it to Rumble. **

Rumble: You know Trent, I…..I gotta admit, I expected some really sick things outta you, I knew the moment that you and that jackass beside you walked into this promotion that you were trouble, that you were a cocky, young son of a bitch, but even then Trent, I respected you.

** Trent is interested in where this little speech is going and settles in to listen. **

Rumble: But now, that respect is gone Acid, that respect, which I’d like to think was mutual, is gone. It’s out the window, what you have done Trent Acid, may not seem like much to you, but to these New Wave fans……….

** Nice little acknowledgement and the fans cheer. **

Rumble: …….and most of all to me, it is sickening. You say you won’t wrestle at the Memorial to my father, unless you’re paid? FINE! ME! AND YOU! AT THE MEMORIAL! AND IT’LL COME OUT OF MY OWN BACK POCKET! BECAUSE I WOULD PAY TO GET THE CHANCE TO BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUTTA YOU, FOR WHAT YOU JUST SAID ABOUT MY FATHER!

Acid: Jason…..Jason…..Jason. Don’t take this the wrong way, but no. I’ve already beaten you, I’ve beaten you. I’ve beaten ‘Slyk’ Wagner Brown, I’ve beaten Jay Briscoe, I’ve beaten Mark Briscoe……

McNulty: In tag team competition.

Idol: A win’s a win McNulty.

Acid: I have beaten everybody this piece of shit promotion has to offer, and I’ve done it with a smile on my face and a song in my heart, so while I appreciate the offer Jason, thanks…………….but no thanks.

Rumble: You don’t have a choice Acid, the title? You can leave that at home on the night, you can keep that locked up in that Cadillac of yours, I don’t want the title, you win it the number of times I have, you get tired of carrying around those extra eight pounds with you. But one way or another Trent Acid, at the Tony Rumble Memorial, I am going to get my hands on you in the ring and I am going to beat you limb from limb!

** The crowd pops as Rumble says this but we soon see it isn’t for the promo as ‘The New Model Soldier” Slyk Wagner Brown has slid into the ring behind Acid and Kashmere. **

Rumble: That is, if he doesn’t do it first!

** Acid turns into a clothesline from Wagner Brown! Kashmere pounces but his attack is ducked and April Hunter comes off the top rope with a flying cross body taking down Johnny Kashmere! **

Idol: That bitch! Johnny Kashmere is a wounded man! She put his life in jeopardy there!

McNulty: It’s no more than he deserved! It was Kashmere who cost Wagner Brown the New Wave Heavyweight Championship at New Year’s Revolution! Brown and Hunter are just getting their revenge.

Idol: They can’t just waltz back in here and attack ‘The Nature Boy’!

McNulty: Brown and Hunter have been over in Japan freelancing and then they were in the United Kingdom working with NWA: Frontier Wrestling over there, but it looks like they’re back now!

** Acid tries to catch Brown with a shot from the New Wave Championship belt by it is ducked and Wagner catches Acid with an uranage, dubbed the Holy Slyk! **

McNulty: The Holy Slyk! Wagner Brown and April Hunter have taken it to the champions here!

Idol: This is sickening McNulty.

McNulty: This is great!

** We see a shot of Jason Rumble smiling in the aisle as NWA New Wave TV heads to a commercial break. **

(62)

Johnny Kashmere gained overness from this segment. Slyk Wagner Brown gained overness from this segment. Jason Rumble gained overness from this segment.

- COMMERCIAL BREAK -

McNulty: Welcome back to New Wave TV with me Mark McNulty-

Idol: -and the man whose *bleep* is bigger than his mouth, and his mouth is very, very big, Christopher “Big Pimpin’” Idol.

McNulty: Beautiful, can we get back to the show now please?

Idol: Why, I’m much more interesting than that idiot in the ring, I mean look at him!

** Indeed in the ring stands “The Americana Kid” Frankie Armadillo, outfitted in a red, white and blue singlet and a big Stars and Stripes furry hat. **

McNulty: That’s “The Americana Kid” Frankie Armadillo, a man proud to be an American.

Idol: And I’m sure all Americans are proud that he dresses like that.

McNulty: Well he loves his country-

Idol: -and his country loathes him.

** The music of Beau Douglas crackles through the sound system and he makes his way out to booing from the fans in attendance. In the ring Armadillo doesn’t seem fazed by the appearance of the former running buddy of Jason Rumble. Douglas ignores the fans and heads to the ring. **

McNulty: Here’s a man that the country truly does hate, Beau Douglas, this arrogant, cocky egomaniac…………..He’s exactly like you Chris!

Idol: Very funny.

McNulty: I thought so.

** Douglas wastes no time, attacking Armadillo, knocking his hat off and Armadillo to the mat. **

McNulty: And we’re underway here!

- BEAU DOUGLAS vs. “THE AMERICANA KID” FRANKIE ARMADILLO -

Douglas’ surprise attack catches Armadillo unprepared and Douglas pushes Armadillo back into the corner and begins to rain down some sloppy right hands to the face of “The Americana Kid”. An Irish whip to the corner and Douglas charges in with a clothesline before throwing Armadillo across the ring with a big Beale Toss. Armadillo gets back to his feet in the opposite corner but a second clothesline knocks him to the mat. Douglas backs up and runs in again, nailing a knee to the face of Armadillo. Beau Douglas brings The Kid to his feet and nails with a downward spiral and an elbow drop. Beau pulls Frankie up by the hair and brings a hard knee up into the jaw of Armadillo and drops Armadillo back to the mat.

Idol: This kid’s gettin’ his ass kicked! I love it!

Beau Douglas grabs the hat of the Kid, which is still sitting in the corner and puts it on, before prancing about the ring chanting “USA! USA!” Far from making him a fan favourite this only angers the fans paying attention and The Kid, who summons the power from deep inside himself and nails a dropkick to the back of Douglas, who crashes into the top rope and back out into a roll-up! ONE-TW-KICKOUT! Armadillo just beats Douglas to his feet but gets dropped with a vicious clothesline turning The Americana Kid inside out in a full 180 twist! Douglas hits the ropes and nails a second clothesline to the back of Armadillo in that classic finishing manoeuvre, The Boomerang. Douglas pulls up Armadillo and plants him to the mat with a hard slam and climbs to the top rope. Douglas steadies himself and takes to the air with a Big Splash, but Armadillo rolls out the way and Douglas crashes to the mat! Both men back up and The Kid nails a kick to the leg of Douglas and pulls the hat down over the eyes of Beau Douglas who staggers around the ring trying to pull it off. Armadillo jumps to the top rope and waits for the perfect moment to strike as the crowd this time does begin to chant “USA! USA!” in support of Armadillo.

McNulty: Listen to these people, getting behind their patriotic compatriot!

Idol: They’re all as idiotic as each other!

Douglas finally manages to yank the hat off his head and is met right away with a moonsault by Armadillo, but Douglas rolls it through into a cover of his own and grabs the tights! ONE-TWO-THREE!

McNulty: NO! That isn’t fair! Beau Douglas cheated to win that match!

Idol: Oh and Armadillo wasn’t cheating using that hat? This is America McNulty, the land of opportunity, you see an opportunity you take it. Douglas just took his!

McNulty: It makes me sick.

Idol: It makes me proud. That’s the kind of people we lack these days, people who can get the job done!

Beau Douglas isn’t finished though as he waits for Armadillo to get to his feet before nailing him with a spinebuster! Douglas lays the hat across the chest of The Kid before leaving as we head to another commercial.

The winner of this bout: Beau Douglas

[59/28/43]

- COMMERCIAL BREAK -

** New Wave TV comes back from commercial to a promo video, opening with the legal notice of “The following notice was paid for by Prazak Enterprises……..All views contained within are theirs and theirs alone.” before we enter a dressing room. Jimmy Rave and Fast Eddie are in the background working out, in the foreground sits “The Twisted Genius” Dave Prazak. **

- PRAZAK ENTERPRISES PROMO -

Prazak: NWA: New Wave Television, back on the air, and Prazak Enterprises are here, ready, willing and able to do what needs to be done, any my friends, there is a LOT that needs done.

** Prazak looks around himself before turning back to camera and continuing. **

Prazak: The NWA New Wave Tag Team Championships currently reside with The Havana Pitbulls. We here at Prazak Enterprises feel that these two individuals are not the kind of thugs who should be champions. Those two are not championship material. Neither for that matter, are The Briscoe Brothers, two little in-bred, pug nosed, ugly runts who think because they can do a somersault that makes them wrestlers! No, the only team worth anything in NWA: New Wave is the team behind me. Fast Eddie! “The Original XTC” Jimmy Rave! Dave-Prazak-Enterprises!

** “The preceding announcement was paid for by Prazak Enterprises and their associates. **

[53]

Dave Prazak gained overness from this segment.

McNulty: What a load of crap that was. Dave Prazak Enterprises?

Idol: Hey! Dave Prazak is one of the greatest sports agents in the world. You know Shaq is one of his clients?

McNulty: HE IS NOT!

Idol: He is, Prazak told me himself.

McNulty: Well all I know is that Dave Prazak has more money than he has sense, and he’s using that money to bring in some of the best young talent to NWA: New Wave, but we still don’t know what his overall goal is.

Idol: Maybe he’s just doing it because that’s what the fans want to see?

McNulty: Yeah right……Anyway we’re about ready for the main event and-

** McNulty is interrupted by the music of The Briscoe Brothers and Jay and Mark make their way out, slapping hands with fans as they go. They are attired in baggy pants, with “BRISCOE” written vertically down the left [Jay] and right [Mark] legs. **

McNulty: -well here we go, the Briscoe Brothers, Jay and Mark. Mark in singles competition tonight, in preparation for the Tony Rumble Memorial where The Briscoe Brothers look to take the New Wave Tag Team Titles from The Havana Pitbulls!

** As if that were their cue, Ricky Reyes and Rocky Romero, The Havana Pitbulls come from the back, Reyes in his ring gear, Romero in jeans and a t-shirt. Reyes rolls into the ring and the main event is underway! **

- RICKY REYES vs. MARK BRISCOE -

Briscoe puts the boots to Reyes as he rolls under the bottom rope and the bell rings to start the match. Reyes fights through the blows to get to his feet and is whipped to the ropes. Reyes with a clothesline but Briscoe gets up and takes down Reyes with a drop-toe hold. Briscoe applies a front-facelock but Reyes battles back, getting to his feet. Reyes pushes forward, ramming Briscoe into the turnbuckle and the lock is broken. Reyes nails with a hard forearm and whips Briscoe hard across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle and Briscoe staggers out into a powerslam. Reyes turns away to taunt the fans and turns back into a kick to the gut from Mark Briscoe and the youngster with a swinging neckbreaker. Briscoe makes the cover. ONE-T-KICKOUT BY REYES! Both men get back to their feet and lock up, with Reyes overpowering the smaller Briscoe and forcing him back into the corner. Reyes drives a shoulder into the stomach of his opponent and a second and third find their mark before an Irish whip sends Briscoe into the far turnbuckle and Briscoe hits it chest first, staggering back out into a high back suplex from Ricky Reyes. Reyes makes the cover. ONE-TW-BRISCOE KICKS OUT! Reyes pulls Briscoe up, but Mark battles back with punches to the gut and looks for a DDT which is blocked and Ricky Reyes with a Northern Lights Suplex! ONE-TWO-KICKOUT BY BRISCOE! That was close. Reyes drags Briscoe back up and a hard Irish whip sends Briscoe to the buckle but Reyes can’t connect with a shoulder charge and instead meets the steel ring post and both men are down. Mark Briscoe rolls over into a cover. ONE-TWO-T-REYES GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Both men get back to their feet and lock up. Reyes takes the upper hand with a snapmare and a big kick to the back of Briscoe and Reyes with a rolling neck snap. Reyes back to his feet and he connects with a kick to the chest of Briscoe, who falls to his right and rolls under the ropes for safety. Reyes turns and takes a breather in the corner, getting a few words of encouragement from Rocky Romero, before heading back across to Briscoe and getting a boot to his stomach for the bother and Briscoe with a kick to the face and Reyes stumbles backwards. Briscoe hauls himself up and charges, Reyes drops his head and Briscoe vaults over into a sunset flip! ONE-TWO-TH-REYES GETS A SHOULDER UP! Both men get back to their feet quickly and Reyes beats Briscoe to the punch with a solid right hand, but Briscoe fires back with one of his own, an enziguri kick to the head of Reyes and Mark Briscoe looks for to springboard off the second rope into a DDT but gets caught and drilled with a spinebuster by Reyes! Reyes though can’t capitalise as he also collapses to the mat.

McNulty: Fans, we’ve got to go to a commercial break, the tape machines are rolling, we’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!

- COMMERCIAL BREAK -

McNulty: We’re back and both men are busted open!

Both Reyes and Briscoe are lying on the canvas. We’re shown what happened during the commercial and we see a collision of heads between Reyes and Briscoe which busted both men open slightly. Back to the action and Reyes rolls into a cover on Mark Briscoe. ONE-TWO-THR-BRISCOE GETS A SHOULDER UP! That was close. On the outside both Jay Briscoe and Rocky Romero are getting behind their partners, trying to will them on. Reyes is first up and he waits for Briscoe to get up. A kick to the stomach by Reyes and a suplex sends Briscoe to the mat hard. Reyes stomps away at the bleeding gash on Briscoe’s head as Mark tries to get to his feet and battle through. Reyes pulls Briscoe to his feet and looks for a second suplex but it’s blocked by Briscoe, and a second attempt is also blocked. Briscoe connects with two right hands to Reyes’ stomach and escapes from the headlock. Briscoe ducks a wild clothesline from Reyes and nails a dropkick sending Reyes back into the corner. Briscoe stumbles in after him and punches away at the wound on Reyes’ forehead but Reyes grabs Briscoe and spins to put Briscoe in the corner and Reyes starts to chop away at the chest of Briscoe, but Mark retaliates with a knee to the stomach and a DDT! Mark Briscoe makes the cover. ONE-TWO-THR-KICKOUT BY REYES!

McNulty: What a match we’re seeing here between these two great competitors!

Briscoe drops Reyes back to the mat with a side slam and climbs to the top rope, but Briscoe slips on the top rope and crotches himself! Ricky Reyes takes advantage and climbs to the second rope on the inside and Ricky Reyes with a belly to belly suplex off the top rope! Reyes makes the cover, hooking the leg loosely. ONE-TWO-THRE-NO! Briscoe gets the shoulder up at the last minute. Reyes thumps the mat in anger, even he thought he had the match won there. Ricky pulls Mark Briscoe to his feet and looks for the Fishermans Buster but Briscoe spins out of it and grabs Reyes from behind. Briscoe looks to roll Reyes up but Reyes grabs the top rope and Briscoe rolls backwards on his own and gets tripped up as he gets back to his feet by Rocky Romero! The referee yells at Romero and threatens to call for the DQ but before he can Jay Briscoe is there with a spear to take Romero down! Briscoe gets back to his feet and gets caught with a kick to the stomach by Reyes and this time he nails the Fishermans Buster! The ref turns back from the brawl on the floor to see Reyes covering Mark Briscoe and hooking the leg. ONE-TWO-THREE!

McNulty: Oh now come on! Ricky Reyes and Rocky Romero have stolen this victory! They’ve blatantly stolen it!

Idol: They did what had to be done McNulty, that’s all.

The brawl hasn’t finished though as Jay Briscoe stops beating on Romero on the outside and tackles Reyes in the ring mid-celebration. Romero rolls into the ring as well and Mark Briscoe struggles back to his feet and joins the brawl as backstage staff storm the ring, trying to separate the two teams.

The winner of this bout: Ricky Reyes

[71/37/54]

McNulty: It’s all broken down here! The Havana Pitbulls! The Briscoe Brothers! What’ll happen at the Tony Rumble Memorial in three weeks, when these two teams meet?!?!

Idol: We don’t even know what will happen next week!

McNulty: From me Mark McNulty, he’s Christopher-

Idol: Ah-

McNulty: Shut up! He’s Christopher Idol, we’ll see you next week! Same time, same place, same channel, only on Fox Sports Net!

Overall Show Rating: 53%

We got a 0.60 rating for 'New Wave TV'!

The attendance level was 145 people.

We made $2175 from ticket sales.

Edited March 29, 2005 by ADGray

[TheRaySays]

2005: In Like a Lion...

2005 is the year Kevin Sullivan looks to make NWA: Florida a major player in the wrestling landscape. Naysayers criticize the strong presence of the "old guard" and worry about a perceived glass ceiling, but many young stars are poised to make a big splash and carry the torch of tradition to new heights..

Florida Heavyweight Champion

El Gran Apolo

The big man from Puerto Rico is on his second year as Florida's "King of the Jungle," and it looks to be a long one. "Mr. Rey-tings" Rey Gonzalez has vowed to find someone to take the belt off of Apolo, and isn't above throwing money around or calling in favors to accomplish his goal. Already inducted into The Gonzo Network is Ricky Santana, but with "dolares grandes" in play, more are sure to follow. Can "El Leon" withstand the onslaught of hungry jackals and wolves, or will the proud lion crumble beneath the weight of a fighting champion's burden?

NWA: Southern Heavyweight Champion

"The Black Nature Boy" Scoot Andrews

A superstar in both NWA: Florida and Jim Crockett Promotions, "The Black Nature Boy" is not about to let the petty headaches of travel keep him from making his mark everywhere he sets foot. Scoot's held the prestigious title for over a year now, but there seems to be no shortage of challengers, including Koko B. Ware, Lash LeRoux, and the man he defeated for the title, "The Cuban Assassin" Fidel Sierra. Or will Scoot's next big challenge come not from within the ranks of NWA: Florida itself?

Florida Tag Team Champions

The Naturals

If you don't know The Naturals are on top of the tag team scene in NWA: Florida, just listen a moment, and they'll be sure to tell you. Andy Douglas and Chase Stevens aren't shy about their accomplishments, and feel it necessary to remind anyone who'll oblige them. Now without "The Wrestling Goddess" Athena at their back, Andy and Chase have made an open invitation to any "mat rats" who want to audition for the position of Natural Valet. They better not get too caught up in their hunt, however, because there's no shortage of teams looking to mess up their prettyboy looks and take their titles.

Florida Jr. Heavyweight Champion

Miguelito Perez

A second generation superstar, Miguelito Perez is a proud member of Los Boricuas. Born and raised on the mean streets of Puerto Rico, Miguelito isn't afraid to break bones or spill blood, both his and his opponent's, to keep his title and his pride. Of late, Perez and Los Boricuas have been the target of Jamie Dundee and The M.O.D. Squad. So far, he's remained relatively unscathed, but in any war, there are casualties...

Other NWA: Florida Superstars

"Superstar" Bill Dundee

"TAFKA Tatanka" Chris Chavis

"The Cuban Assassin" Fidel Sierra & Fantasy

"The Vampire Warrior" Gangrel & "The Daughter of Darkness" Luna Vachon

Huracan Castillo

"Invader #1" Jose Gonzalez

Jamie Dundee

"The West Texas Redneck" Kendall Windham

Kevin & Nancy Sullivan

"Birdman" Koko B. Ware

"The Ragin' Cajun" Lash LeRoux

"Untouchable" Leon Scott & "Mz. Tiz" Tizziana

Naphtali

Navy Seal

"Mr. Rey-tings" Rey Gonzalez

Ricky Santana

Savio Vega

Sedrick Strong & So Cal Val

Sinn

Slash

"The Miracle Machine" Steve Madison

"The American Hard Body" Vanessa Harding

Tag Teams

Allied Forces - Fidel Sierra & Navy Seal

The Dundees - Bill & Jamie Dundee

Los Boricuas - Huracan Castillo, Miguelito Perez, & Savio Vega

Los Nenes - Rey Gonzalez & Ricky Santana

The M.O.D. Squad - Sinn & Slash

OOC Note: For those keeping score, my backstory has been completed back on Page 2.

Have fun,

TheRay

[naiwf]

"FUCK THE NWA!"

That chant has been heard in English AND Spanish at the start and finish of essentially every NWA: Mexico City show since the end of 1996. Why would Mexican fans be so angry at the NWA for nearly a decade you ask? It's pretty simple really. Imagine if you will, being a rising star in the US, who just so happens to be 'El Hombre' in Mexico and one of the few gaijins ever to headline shows in Japan. Imagine if you will, being promised a chance to take on the NWA World Champion at the annual Starrcade event if you'd just "do the right thing, and help us out". Imagine if you will, getting a knife buried so deeply in your back that the hilt was practically falling out your stomach! Such is Konnan's plight, and that is why the "K-Dawg" and all of his loyal supporters have essentially cut ties with the National Wrestling Alliance. Some say Konnan was naive, others say he was duped, but whatever side of the coin you tend to fall on the facts are what they are.

Konnan was essentially THE gatekeeper to the entire mid '90's "Mexican Revolution". As the primary go between for the NWA and Mexican wrestlers everywhere, he gladly helped get Los Guerreros, Rey Mysterio, El Vampiro Canadiense and others to compete in the American branches of the NWA. In exchange for doing so, he had been promised the chance to prove the viability of Mexican wrestlers on the national level in America when he was to face the NWA Champion at Starrcade '96. Everything was going as well as planned, attendance was up, the NWA was breaking into the TV realm in different areas largely due to the influx of talent he had helped along the way, and Konnan's popularity was at an all time high. The rumor is that he would have won the title, but three days before the event, the Executive Board of the NWA rescinded on the deal. Not only was Konnan not going to be in the Main Event, he was pulled from the show completely! No explanation was ever given, and as a result NWA: Mexico City took a major hit as they'd promised the fans that they would be represented at the biggest show of the year, and through no fault of their own failed to deliver the good. Konnan was distraught by what had happened, and contacted all of his friends who rightly walked out of their respective companies and came back to NWA: MC full time. Since that day, Mexico City has done everything they could to spit on the so-called NWA World Championship's legacy. They've gone as far as to name their top title a "World Title", but it's cleverly been done in Spanish ensuring that the "good old boys" network that makes up the NWA hierarchy will never be able to figure it out!

FUCK THE NWA indeed!

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The history of NWA: Mexico City's Championships and major feuds

1994

NWA: Mexico City started off as a grassroots organization for the most part. Many of the wrestlers were relatives, and most were friendly with each other. The notable exception to that rule was El Vampiro Canadiense! He was a bastard in and out of the ring, and revelled in that knowledge. Between his numerous arrests for assaulting bitter fans before, after and DURING shows he was without question Mexico's top heel, and it made sense that he would be the first NWA: Mexico City Heavyweight Champion. Although he was not nearly the most reliable man, El Vampiro headlined events consistently sold out throughout Mexico. The Mexican Match of the Year between Vampiro and Rey Mysterio Sr. took place in Estadia Azteca and to this day is perhaps the most brutal hair versus mask match in the history of the company. Mysterio was a long time detractor of Vampiro's and the wild Canadian took this match as a chance to try to put Rey Sr. out of the business! The biggest controversy of the early days of NWA:MC is whether or not his botched Nail in the Coffin was done on purpose or if it was simply an unfortunate accident. Rey Sr. broke his neck, Vampiro took his mask, and the company nearly went under all in one evening!

1995

With the huge backlash caused by Vampiro's actions building up from last October, someone had to step up and take the only title in the company away from him. That man was Konnan. On Saturday, February 18th the champion's thirteen month long reign of terror finally came to an end with Konnan's soon to be infamous TEQUILA SUNRISE finisher. The two literally tore the house down throughout the bulk of '95 with numerous sell-outs and no fewer than five riots induced! Konnan's first championship reign came to an end when he blew out a knee on an attempted moonsault to the outside during a tag match with Rey Jr. as they went up against Vampiro and his new ally, El Scorpio (2 Cold Scorpio). Given Vampiro's bad reputation, El Scorpio stepped in and took the title in late July, allowing Konnan to go get surgery. It was during this time that Rey Jr. and Eddie Guerrero stepped into the spotlight with a tremendous on and off feud that lasted well into '98. Konnan returned on the anniversary of the Rey Sr. injury in the last week of October, and regained his title in a 39 minute classic that won the 1995 Mexican Match of the Year award.

1996

This was the year Konnan became the closest thing to an international household name that Mexico had ever seen, as he headlined shows in the US, Japan and Mexico. It was also the year that saw the debut of Chavo Guerrero, who quickly ascended the ranks to becoming the top Jr. Heavyweight in the company. As a result, the NWA: MC Lucha Libre Title was created with Chavo defeating his uncle Eddie and Rey Jr. in the 1996 Mexican Match of the Year. In all honesty, most of the crowd was more interested in what Eddie and Rey were doing, but that match solidified Chavo as a threat for the rest of his career. Konnan defeated Vampiro in front of a sell out crowd at the biggest event of the year and became the second wrestler to surpass a one year reign as champion as a result. Then the whole NWA debacle took place, and NWA: MC took a major dive in attendance, and quality. Desperate to try and reignite interest in the product Konnan dropped the title to Vampiro a few days before Christmas. . .

1997

. . . that turned out to be a HUGE mistake. Less than two weeks later, Vampiro was arrested yet again, and for the first time ever an NWA: MC show took place without a Heavyweight/World Title match. Fortunately, Rey Jr. saved the day by defeating Chavo for the first of his two Lucha Libre reigns as the two exchanged the title throughout the year. When Vampiro finally returned in March, he dropped the title to Eddie, who failed to set the world on fire as most viewed him as being unprepared to take up the mantle left behind by Vampiro & Konnan. Although Konnan wanted to take some time away from the business, he realized that he was NWA: MC's top drawing card and regained the title on another October supercard. That show turned out to be quite significant for two other reasons, as its opener was the debut of Juventud Guerrera, and it also saw the end of Vampiro's NWA:MC career as he felt it was time to move on.

1998

With Vampiro gone, El Scorpio stepped up again as the company's top heel while Eddie and his nephew embarked on a bitter feud that lasted the whole year. El Scorpio once again took the top title from Konnan establishing him as the primary non-native wrestler on the roster. Scorpio also proved to be the most adaptable wrestler on the roster and that led to an eventual double turn at the October show, when Eddie once again became champion in what turned out to be Scorpio's 2nd Mexican Match of the Year honor. Earlier in that evening, Juvi became the first man not named Chavo or Rey to hold the Lucha Libre title ending Chavo's year plus long run.

1999

October '99 was a month of major changes as Konnan FINALLY turned heel on Scorpio, who subsequently left the company when Konnan would not meet his contract demands. Eddie's second reign was much better received than his first, and he came up just one day short of a year as champ when his long time rival Rey Jr. took the crown in the Mexican Match of the Year! Sadly, Rey never really had a chance to enjoy the spotlight as he was squashed by Konnan less than two months later on Christmas night! The Lucha Libre title switched hands when Super Crazy did something previously unseen in the company as he won a title in his debut match, defeating Juvi after cheating his ass off. Mr. Aguila quickly climbed the ladder as he added an element of danger to NWA: MC matches as he frequently made dives into the front row of crowds as long as he could get a piece of his opponent in the process.

2000

NWA:MC largely kept with the status quo this year as a movement was made to add younger blood to the roster while some of the older, less athletic workers faded into the sunset. Konnan struggled with injuries throughout 2000, but did what he could to continue to sell tickets as he easily remained the biggest star in Mexico. This was also the year that the workers seemed to reject some of Konnan's ideas as he was routinely going over in matches with more talented, healthier workers. The worst of these offenses occurred when he again squashed Rey Mysterio on the October supercard. Mr. Aguila finally notched his name on the championship register this year, and did it twice as he won the title from Super Crazy, lost it to Juvi and regained it from Guerrera in a classic.

2001

The uproar in the locker room continued until Konnan finally dropped the title to Eddie in October before retiring from active duty. Aguila also dropped his title on that show, to the most bizarre man in NWA:MC, La Parka. There was absolutely NO reason Parka should have ever been over, but he was, and in a way he paved the way for other kinds of workers to get a foothold in the company, not the least of which debuted next year in a fashion reminiscent to Konnan's bursting onto the scene.

2002

If you were anywhere in Mexico this year you know the man who combined all the positive attributes of Konnan and Vampiro, the youngster who came to be known as 'El Terror de Tijuana', Tito Ortiz. It had been a full eight years since someone came along that was able to draw the attention that Ortiz did. He was also the first worker in NWA:MC with a legitimate athletic background, and as a result that made him the man you love, or the man you love to hate. In less than five months Ortiz went from opening shows to winning the World Title! Psicosis finally managed to make his way to NWA:MC after toiling for years in the Mexican independent scene, and captured the Lucha Libre title in a surprisingly great match with La Parka.

2003

Chavo Guerrero finally re-established himself as a champion ending a near five year drought without gold when he beat Psicosis in August. Ortiz continued to dominate the World Title, Main Events, attendance figures and magazine ads as he came close to being the most talked about athlete in Mexico, falling just short to the national football team. Eventually, Ortiz fell in an epic encounter with Eddie Guerrero, in the Mexican Match of the Year, the company's first since '99. Ortiz' 17 month reign nearly matched Konnan's record of 22 months a few years earlier, but it did surpass it as the most successful championship run in the history of the company by all accounts.

2004

Last year we saw a resurgence of wrestlers who had been somewhat lost in the shuffle as Rey Jr., Super Crazy and Aguila got back into the fold with excellent matches throughout the year. Eddie's record tying 4th title run was perhaps his best to date as he stepped up his workrate in every match, earning 2004 International Wrestler of the Year honors despite never leaving the country! Given that an American, Canadian or Japanese worker had won that award every year since its inception in the early 70's Eddie's historic victory brought about a renewed interest in NWA: MC, and led to Konnan telling the NWA Executive Board to "fuck off" when Eddie was being discussed as a potential NWA World Title contender. Eddie's furious workload led to an untimely hamstring tear as he had to vacate the title just before an October supercard rematch with Ortiz, making this the first time in over 10 years of existence that NWA:MC didn't have a World Champion. Ortiz regained the belt when he squashed Rey Jr. leading many to believe that Konnan now had a personal vendetta against him as everyone knew he was the head booker as well as owner. Chavo's 4th run with the Lucha Libre title ended when he lost to Super Crazy, a man who hadn't held the belt in over 4 years.

2005

In early 2005 NWA: MC learned that fate is a cruel bitch sometimes as both Ortiz AND Super Crazy suffered injuries in the same match, a January title versus title affair that ended in a double DQ. With no one really in position to take the belts and two champions in need of minor surgery, Konnan went with his old standbys as Los Guerreros each claimed their 5th championship reign on February 26th. With Ortiz and Crazy just now being able to wrestle again, storylines are up in the air as Konnan seemingly refuses to use Rey Jr. in any prominent role and does not have much else at the top of the card. On the positive side, the Lucha Libre title chase could turn in many ways as no fewer than six former champions are on the roster, and recent acquisitions can step into those ranks at any time.

NWA: MC Heavyweight Title/Campeonato Mundial History

1/29/94 - 2/18/95 El Vampiro Canadiense (won an 8 man title tournament)

2/18/95 - 7/29/95 Konnan

7/29/95 - 10/28/95 El Scorpio

10/28/95 - 12/21/96 Konnan [2]

12/21/96 - 3/29/97 El Vampiro Canadiense [2]

3/29/97 - 10/25/97 Eddie Guerrero

10/25/97 - 2/28/98 Konnan [3]

2/28/98 - 10/31/98 El Scorpio [2]

10/31/98 - 10/30/99 Eddie Guerrero [2]

10/30/99 - 12/25/99 Rey Mysterio Jr.

12/25/99 - 10/27/01 Konnan [4]

10/27/01 - 5/25/02 Eddie Guerrero [3]

5/25/02 - 10/25/03 Tito Ortiz

10/25/03 - 10/10/04 Eddie Guerrero [4] (vacated due to injury)

10/23/04 - 2/26/05 Tito Ortiz [2]

2/26/05 - current Eddie Guerrero [5]

NWA: MC Lucha Libre Title History

6/22/96 - 1/25/97 Chavo Guerrero (defeated Eddie Guerrero & Rey Mysterio Jr. in a triple threat match)

1/25/97 - 5/24/97 Rey Mysterio Jr.

5/24/97 - 7/26/97 Chavo Guerrero [2]

7/26/97 - 10/25/97 Rey Mysterio Jr. [2]

10/25/97 - 10/31/98 Chavo Guerrero [3]

10/31/98 - 7/24/99 Juventud Guerrera

7/24/99 - 3/25/00 Super Crazy

3/25/00 - 6/24/00 Mr. Aguila

6/24/00 - 10/28/00 Juventud Guerrera [2]

10/28/00 - 10/27/01 Mr. Aguila [2]

10/27/01 - 7/27/02 La Parka

7/27/02 - 8/23/03 Psicosis

8/23/03 - 6/19/04 Chavo Guerrero [4]

6/19/04 - 2/26/05 Super Crazy [2]

2/26/05 - current Chavo Guerrero [5]

OOC: roster update, first card preview coming soon. I had a feeling this was getting long, and I actually want to go to sleep

Edited March 30, 2005 by naiwf

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