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WCWA Hall of Fame 2 + 9 Year Compilation Jul 4, 2013 7:59:35 GMT -5

Post by WCWA Online on Jul 4, 2013 7:59:35 GMT -5

Trent Acid
In the early days of WCWA, WCWA was a very different company. It frankly didn’t make sense. It existed in the same universe as both WWE & TNA, but there were a ton of stars from both, and shows like WCWA Wrestlemania happened. It’s what most bookers do when they first started. One of the first indy acts I grabbed a hold of and really made my own were Trent Acid and Johnny Kashmere, the Backseat Boys.

The Backseat Boys were instrumental in a crucial point in WCWA’s development as I was struggling for an identity as a company. When Trent and Johnny got over with the audience I was writing to at the time, it showed me that a “super indy” alternative to ROH would work, that an ECW type “#3 company” was a viable option and that writing could be done with “unknown” guys with the right character development. Without Trent Acid being such a natural charismatic wrestler and a solid act to write, I’m not sure if that would’ve been possible.

Trent Acid can also be directly attributed to me still being a wrestling fan. By 2003, I was very uninterested in WWE and TNA was hardly a blip on the radar. But I heard of this “ultra violent wrestling” that was running in the ECW arena.. Guys getting hit with weed whackers and breaking light tubes over each other. I was intrigued and immediately sought out as much CZW as I could get my hands on. Through that, I was highly exposed to Trent Acid.

There was a time when Trent Acid could’ve been argued as one of the top acts of WCWA and unquestionably a top five. In one of WCWA’s many “planned, but changed for something else” times, Trent Acid was going to beat Spanky for the WCWA Heavyweight title, but it was ultimately shifted to Samoa Joe.

Trent unfortunately passed away on June 18 2010. When he passed, I had an angle in mind for a return to the company for Trent and Johnny. I wrote them out because I simply had nothing left for them at the time. The angle that I had planned was that Trent and Johnny were cast aside and unwanted because Johnny was a homosexual and Trent had a drug problem. That they were demonized because of this. I may have still continued with the angle, had these things not been a reality and had his drug problem not been what ultimately ended Michael Verdi’s life.

Trent Acid is one of wrestling’s best unsung talents and it’s a shame he was taken from us so soon. Today we hope to memorialize him forever in what little way we can, in the WCWA Hardcore Hall of Fame.

The Original Sheik
Ed Farhat, The Original Sheik, was hardcore before there was a word for it. With such tactics as throwing fire into an opponent’s face, stabbing opponents with a metal spike or a pencil, The Sheik instantly carved a legacy of blood and violence for himself across several continents.

The Sheik’s reputation lives for itself, but he should forever be remembered as the innovator he is. That there are no rules or regulations to what pro wrestling is. It can be adapted to any ideology. The Detroit territory booked by Farhat was one of the bloodiest and most violent territories around in the 60s and 70s and would greatly influence what would become “hardcore”. The Sheik’s tours with FMW in Japan are legendary and should be remembered not just for what The Sheik himself did in the ring, but how he mentored the forefathers of Japanese hardcore and taught them what he knew.

The Sheik’s legacy lives on as his two students, Sabu and Rob Van Dam, are among the most famous wrestlers around today and are both sure fire hall of famers in their own right.

Gary Michael Cappetta

Gary Michael Cappetta has one of the most recognizable voices in professional wrestling. Having appeared for extended stints in WWWF, WWF, NWA, WCW, and Ring of Honor, Cappetta’s work bridges gaps and generations.

For WCWA, Gary Michael Cappetta brought an instant level of credibility. For me to picture the same man introducing my stars as had introduced Ric Flair, Sting, Terry Funk, Dusty Rhodes, The Road Warriors, and so many others in the past helped to give me goose bumps on many an entrance. Cappetta may have been seen as a round peg in a square hole in WCWA, but to me, Cappetta was the PERFECT fit and the exact ring announcer I was looking for.

We are proud to honor GMC with this induction to the WCWA Hardcore Hall of Fame.

Tracy Smothers

T is for Terrible, H is for Hell, U is for Ugly, and G is for Jail, cause a thug can’t spell. And let me tell you, if I hear a “Tracy Sucks” EVERYONE DIES! Ultra mass super mega homicide!

Tracy Smothers is one of the best in ring workers of this generation. A veteran of WCW, ECW, WWF, SMW, W*ING, FMW, and pretty much every independent known to man. Tracy Smothers is one of the last guys who came up in the territorial system, having the opportunity to work for Memphis, Mid South, Continental, and others before they closed.

Tracy entered WCWA and brought his legendary reputation with him. And he fit into WCWA instantly with a style that showed he could brawl in the crowd with Necro Butcher, go hold for hold with Chris Hero, wrestle strong style with Eddie Kingston, or wrestle comedy with Beef Wellington. Every aspect of WCWA, Tracy succeeded in.

As his WCWA in ring career has ended, Tracy has taken on the important role of a road agent for WCWA, helping young wrestlers develop their skills. To honor him as he continues that role, we would like to welcome him to the WCWA Hardcore Hall of Fame.

Jake Roberts
Trust me.. Jake Roberts was far ahead of his time. In a time and place when everyone else was screaming, ranting and raving, spitting and snorting.. Jake spoke softly and carried a mean stick. Jake didn’t need to scream because the words he was saying were much more effective and could be said in a soft tone and Jake’s actions showed that despite him not raising his voice, his words should be believed. Promo work as a whole came light years ahead thanks to Jake Roberts.

Jake was also an innovator in the ring. His finishing move, the DDT, has become a stable of almost every wrestler’s arsenal and prior to Jake, the DDT was simply not a move. And despite a million wrestlers since him performing the DDT, no one has ever performed it with such velocity and viciousness. DDT in the poison world is dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane, a brutal dangerous and controversial outlawed poison. When Jake was asked what his DDT stood for, he somberly replied “the end”.

Jake Roberts is by far one of the very best there’s ever been and we at WCWA would like to honor him with an induction to the WCWA Hardcore Hall of Fame.

Andy Kaufman
“I’m smarter than all of you hillbillies from Memphis, Tennessee.. You see, I’m from HOLLYWOOD!”

Andy Kaufman is probably one of the greatest performers ever. Not in wrestling.. He was a pretty terrible wrestler. But his act, which can’t accurately be described as anything, was one of the most phenomenal things I’ve ever witnessed. And unlike the few similar people to him, Andy never let on that his hoaxes were in fact, works. And while dressing up in a wig and fake mustache and insulting your audience may be considered crude by some, when Andy did it, it was brilliant. Andy’s best work however, was probably his wrestling.

Andy wasn’t so much a “wrestler” as an entertainer who happened to enjoy wrestling. Andy was a fan of the work. The idea that these men could pretend to fight and could get thousands of people to buy into the act. But Andy was too small to compete with men. So he competed with women. This in itself was revolutionary because prior to Andy, it would’ve been deemed completely inappropriate for any women to do ANYTHING physical with Andy. So the often inter-gender matches in WCWA can be looked at as a nod to Andy, who crowned himself the undefeated Inter-Gender Wrestling Champion of the World.

Andy’s wrestling matches were most like apartment wrestling videos that you’d see in Apter mags than pro wrestling. They often took place on gym mats rather than a wrestling ring, and were simply Andy holding the women down. Andy offered any woman who could beat him various prizes, ranging from $5000 (in the early 80s, which by inflating would be a LOT more), the championship belt, his head being shaved, and finally his hand in marriage. No woman ever defeated him. However, the story goes that these inter-gender matches were often a way for Andy to ask the women he was wrestling out on dates.

Andy’s biggest wrestling angle came with Jerry Lawler in Memphis. Following a match with a woman in Memphis, Lawler entered the ring and got physical with Andy. The end result was Andy getting piledrivered, twice, which resulted in Andy Kaufman getting a disqualification victory over Lawler and a trip out of the building in an ambulance. Despite having no actual injuries, Andy wore his neck brace any time he was in public at all, including when he was in bed with his girlfriend! Andy and Lawler’s angle went onto the David Letterman Show, which has to be seen to be believed.

Andy took the fact that his work with Lawler was, in fact, a work, to his grave.

Andy Kaufman: Gone but never forgotten. Dank you veddy much.

Last Edit: Jul 4, 2013 8:07:00 GMT -5 by WCWA Online

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WCWA Hall of Fame 2 + 9 Year Compilation Jul 4, 2013 8:00:39 GMT -5

Post by WCWA Online on Jul 4, 2013 8:00:39 GMT -5

Nine years ago today, WCWA had it’s very first show posted. The date sticks out to me because WCWA debuted as part of the Text Fed Bash multi-fed supershow, which was July 4 2004.

In addition to Hall of Fame 2 to celebrate this date, I wanted to show some of the best and most important matches in WCWA history. Since a majority of the WCWA archive is no longer online, my physical archive is the only archive for WCWA. So much like WWE, once in a while I’ll break into the libraries and pull out certain matches.

The first match I wanted to include here was the match from the Text Fed Bash, from exactly nine years ago. Unfortunately 9 years has not been kind to it and somewhere since then, the match has gone missing. As has the entire folder of multi fed super show matches.. So unfortunately, it’s not possible to show the very first match in WCWA history.

Instead the first match I present is one of the most historical. “The legendary” tables, ladders, and chairs three way match for the Junior Heavyweight title. This was a part of the fourth PPV, When Worlds Collide. It’s so historically significant because in addition to just being an AWESOME match, it was light years above anything else I was producing at the time or had produced to date. It was so much better than what I was doing at the time it looked like it was from a completely different show. This was written sometime in the summer of 2005 the best I can tell by my dates. None of my shows are dated in the archives and any time a file is EVER modified, be it on purpose or by accident, the date it was last modified (IE, when it was finished) is erased. The PPV after this was September 2005, so I’m guessing this was sometime a month or two before.

The shot switches back to the arena. “Cure for the Itch” begins to play over the loud speakers, and Jack Evans makes his way through the curtain to a mixed reaction. Evans slaps a few hands on his way to the ring. Evans slides into the ring and poses a bit for the camera. Suddenly, “Legacy” by Insane Clown Posse begins to play over the loud speakers and Reed Flair makes his way through the curtain. Reed is showered with a chorus of boos for the crowd. Reed makes his way to the ring, and jumps up onto the ring apron. Reed propels himself over the top rope into the ring with a leapfrog. Reed’s music discontinues. “Mr. 630” begins to play over the loud speakers and Jerrelle Clark makes his way through the curtain. Jerrelle makes his way to the ring to a lot of cheers from the sold out crowd. Jerrelle climbs into the ring, where he is met with a stare down from both Flair and Evans. Jerrelle removes his WCWA Junior Heavyweight championship belt from around his waist and hands it to referee David Lee. Lee holds the championship high above his head, showing that the title is on the line.

Three Way Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the WCWA Junior Heavyweight championship

The three men circle around the ring. Jack Evans makes his way to the ropes, where he calls for a chair. Someone at ringside hands a chair in to Evans. Evans unfolds the chair, and sets it up in the corner. Evans then sits down in the chair in the corner.

JS: It looks like Jack Evans is just going to sit back and watch these two men tear into each other, at least for the time being.

JR: What the hell is he doing? This is for the title!

Flair and Clark continue to circle around the ring, both keeping an eye on Jack Evans. Flair and Clark tie up center ring. Clark goes behind Flair with an arm bar. Clark twists the arm bar for a moment, before releasing it and switching into a headlock. Flair punches Clark in the stomach twice, and then sends the champ into the ropes.

JR: Irish whip there by Reed Flair.

Clark comes back, and catches Flair with a shoulder. Flair goes down. Clark goes running into the ropes. A leapfrog over Flair from Clark. Clark back into the ropes and as he comes back, Flair leapfrogs over him. Clark into the ropes once more, and as he comes back, Flair catches him with a roundhouse kick right to the face. Clark goes down and Flair takes a moment to taunt to the crowd.

JS: Flair isn’t going to get any love from these fans!

The fans boo Flair mercilessly. Flair lifts Jerrelle back up. Clark backs into the ropes, and Flair catches him with a buzz saw kick right to the side of the head. Flair backs up a bit, and then comes back for a second kick right to the head of the champion.

JR: Those kicks to the head will kill a few brain cells.

Flair bounces into the ropes beside Clark, then into the far ropes. As Flair comes back, Clark catches him with a drop toe hold. Clark holds the drop toe hold into an Indian Deathlock. Jack Evans stands up and grabs the steel chair he was sitting in. Evans smashes the chair hard across the sternum of Clark, which forces Clark to break the Indian Deathlock.

JR: Jack Evans breaking up a near fall there. Remember, this match is one fall to a finish, so if Reed Flair had tapped out there, this match would have been over with..

Evans backs off a bit then throws the chair. It strikes Reed Flair right in the head. Evans approaches Flair. He kicks the chair out of the ring, and then grabs Flair by the head, lifting him back to his feet. Evans whips Flair into the ropes and when Flair comes back, Evans lifts him into the air for a Gorilla Press Slam, but drops Flair to the mat with a spinebuster. Evans goes for a cover, but Flair gets up at just a count of two.

JS: I thought Evans had Flair there…

JR: Remember, the champion does not have to be pinned to lose the title in this match!

Evans lifts Flair back up to his feet and backs him into the corner. Evans delivers to stiff shots to the chest of Flair and then whips him into the far corner. Evans comes running in himself and Flair springboards right out of the corner over Evans. Flair drills Evans in the mid-section with a kick, and then sends him into the far corner with an Irish whip, but Evans reverses it and Flair ends up in the corner. Flair runs right up the turnbuckle, but Evans comes from behind and pushes Flair off the top rope to the arena floor.

JR: Pretty good physical ability there by Reed Flair..

Jerrelle Clark comes from behind and sets up for an atomic drop, but switches it into a face buster. Evans, stunned, rolls to the outside of the ring. He walks over to where Reed Flair is standing, and suddenly, Jerrelle Clark propels himself over the top rope. Before he hits Flair and Evans though, the two men move and Clark lands on the arena floor hard.

JS: Crash and burn!

Flair nails Evans with a right hand, then slides into the ring. Flair goes running into the far ropes and comes back, nailing a baseball slide on Jerrelle Clark that sends Clark sailing backwards into the steel security barricade. Flair backs up, then comes running. He jumps over the top rope, and lands on Clark with a somersault leg drop that sends both men down. Flair gets right back up and taunts to the crowd, getting a surprising pop from the crowd.

JS: I don’t know if it’s just respect, or if these fans actually like Flair, but I hear a hell of a lot of cheers for him in that crowd..

Flair turns around to see Jack Evans a top the top rope. Evans comes flying off with a cross body block that takes out both Flair and Clark, who was momentarily back to his feet. All three men lay broken on the arena floor in a heap.

JR: It looks like a car accident out on Interstate 70!

JS: These men are giving it their all!

Evans gets back up to his feet, and lifts Clark up. Evans nails Clark right in the face with a right hand, and then punches Flair right in the face, just as Flair gets back to his feet. Evans grabs both Flair and Clark by the heads and walks them up the isle. Clark furiously punches Evans in the ribs twice, and once in the head. Evans drills Flair, and a three way brawl ensues, with all three men slugging away at one another. Evans and Flair then start a double team assault on Clark. But the bond between Flair and Evans does not last long, as Evans drills Flair in the mid-section with an elbow. Evans punches Flair in the face once, and then turns around to see Jerrelle Clark swinging wildly. Evans ducks the punch and nails Clark with an atomic toss, which lands Clark on the ring post spread eagle. Clark crumbles to the arena floor with his legs still wrapped around the ring post. Evans begins to violently kick Clark in the head.

JR: Some stiff kicks right to the head there from Jack Evans, apparently trying to wear the champion down.

JS: Good strategy there by Jack Evans. On one hand, Jerrelle Clark cannot get a pin fall on either Flair or Evans if he is knocked out cold, and on the other hand, he will be easily pinned if knocked out cold.

Reed Flair comes running in with a baseball slide, right into Clark’s face. Flair then kicks Jack Evans right in the shoulder, followed by a jumping spin kick that drills Evans right in the back of the head. Evans falls to the arena floor.

JR: Those kicks are deadly coming out of someone like Reed Flair. The kid is a black belt in three different forms of martial arts!

Clark slowly gets back to his feet, while Reed Flair heads up the isle, where he grabs a guardrail. Flair heads back down to ringside with the guardrail high above his head.

JS: What the hell is Flair planning here?

JR: I have no idea, but it won’t be pretty. Those guardrails are solid steel..

Flair props the rail up against the steel ring post, and heads towards Jack Evans. He lifts Evans back up to a vertical base and begins violently striking Evans in the head with punches, backing Evans up the isle way. Flair Irish whips Evans back, and Evans comes crashing into the guardrail that is propped up against the steel ring post. The rail bends minimally, as Evans crumbles to the arena floor in a heap. Flair makes a cover on the arena floor on Evans, but the cover is broken up at two by Clark. Clark moves the guardrail so it is sitting flat on the arena floor, and then approaches Flair. He attempts to Irish whip Flair, but Flair reverses it and ends up having Clark in position for a powerslam. Flair runs and nails the powerslam to Clark, hard on the steel barricade. Flair goes for the cover on Clark on the arena floor. Referee David Lee goes down for the count, 1...2. Jack Evans breaks up the count

JR: A near fall there by Reed Flair..

JS: I thought he had him. I mean, he nailed a running powerslam on the man onto a steel barricade! If it hadn’t been for Jack Evans there, this match would’ve been over with!

Reed Flair gets back to his feet and delivers a deadly kick to the head of Jack Evans. Flair then rolls Evans back into the ring, and follows himself. Flair lifts Evans up center ring, and nails him with a Michinoku Driver. Jerrelle Clark makes his way to the ring apron, where he spring boards up to the top rope. Flair comes off with a leg drop right to the back of the neck of Reed Flair, who was going for a pin attempt on
Jack Evans.

JR: Very unorthodox move there by Jerrelle Clark, but it got the job done.

JS: Exactly Ross, it got the job done, and that is what is important.

Clark gets up and calls for a steel chair. Someone at ringside hands him a chair. Flair folds the chair up, and places it on the head and chest of Evans. Flair goes to the ring apron once more, and prepares for another leg drop. But Evans tosses the chair up, and it is caught by Jerrelle Clark, who is now up on the ring apron. Flair springboards up to the top rope, and Clark throws the chair. It strikes Flair right in the head, and causes Flair to fall off the top rope and go flying to the arena floor.

JR: I don’t know if it was on purpose or simply coincidence, but Clark and Evans did a little double team on Reed Flair.

Jerrelle Clark stumbles back into the ring and lifts Flair up by his head. Jerrelle leans Flair against the ropes, with Flair sitting. Jerrelle lifts the chair up, and violently strikes Flair over the top of the head with the steel seating device. Jerrelle lifts the chair again, and again brings it down hard over the skull of Reed Flair. The chair bounces off of Flair’s cranium.

JR: Those are some vile chair shots, done with malicious intent.

Jerrelle tosses the chair aside as Flair lay motionless on the mat. Jerrelle goes to the top rope, but is pushed off by Jack Evans and Jerrelle racks himself on the top turnbuckle. Evans climbs to the top rope and flips Jerrelle over with a hurricanrana. Evans goes for the pin, but Jerrelle kicks out at the count of two. Flair is up on the ring apron, but not for long, as Evans catches him with a super kick and goes sailing to the outside. Jack Evans lifts Jerrelle back to a vertical base, and delivers a vile punch right to the face of Clark. Evans then tosses Clark right over the top rope. Evans slowly makes his way back to the outside as well.

JR: Looks like this match is heading back to the outside.

JS: No way!

Evans lifts Flair back up to a vertical base, and begins to drag him up the isle, punching him on the way there. Evans chops Flair across the chest, and moves back to Jerrelle Clark, who followed them up the isle. Evans whips Clark right through the curtain. Clark stumbles backstage into the hallway that leads from the locker room to the ring. When Jack Evans comes through the curtain, he is met with a chair to the head from Jerrelle Clark. Clark then tosses the chair and it strikes Evans right in the head. Evans goes to the ground. Reed Flair comes running back stage, and is immediately lifted up and spinebustered through a table in the back from Clark. Clark grabs Evans by the arm and pulls him back through the curtain. Clark pulls Evans back to ringside. Evans gets to his feet, and Clark attempts an Irish whip, but Evans reverses and Clark goes sailing into the steel ring steps.

JR: Nice reversal there by Jack Evans.

JS: He just saved himself from eating steel.

Evans lifts Clark up and rolls him into the ring. Evans starts to follow Clark into the ring himself, but he is attacked by Reed Flair. Flair attempts to suplex Evans right on the arena floor, but Evans reverses and it is Flair who hits the hard arena floor. Evans gets back to his feet and slides into the ring. Evans begins to punch Clark in the head. Clark returns the favor, following up with a German suplex. Clark nails the suplex, and holds the move as he rolls through. Clark then flips and nails another suplex on Evans. Evans switches back and is set for a German of his own. Reed Flair comes running in and sunset flips Evans, with Evans still holding onto Clark. Clark is driven into the mat with a German suplex, and Evans is rolled up in a pin attempt from Reed Flair.

JR: Three way German suplex sunset flip!

JS: That’s a mouth full..

Referee David Lee goes down for the count, but Evans kicks out at the count of two. All three men are down. Flair goes for a pin attempt on Clark, which he gets a two count on. Meanwhile, Jack Evans has rolled outside the ring and grabbed a table. Evans slides the table into the ring, and then slides in himself. Evans sets the table up center ring and rolls out of the ring once more, this time putting two ladders into the ring. One ladder is set up in one corner by Evans, with the other ladder going to the opposite corner. Jack Evans climbs his ladder, while Jerrelle Clark puts Reed Flair on the table center ring. Clark climbs the remaining ladder in the other corner. Jerrelle motions for the 630, and, in a thing of beauty, Evans and Clark flip off the ladders in stereo 630 flips, both landing on Reed Flair below.

JS: OH MY GOD!

JR: REED FLAIR HAS GOT TO BE DEAD!

Evans rolls away, while Jerrelle hooks the leg. Referee David Lee goes down for the count, 1...2.. Evans breaks up the count. The three men lay broken in the ring amidst ladders and the broken table as the crowd chants in unison, “HOLY SH*T!, HOLY SH*T

JR: I have never seen anything like that in my life!

Evans slowly gets up and calls for a chair. Evans uses the chair to prop himself up. Evans lifts Flair back to his feet, and nails a roundhouse kick. Both men fall back to the mat. Jerrelle Clark is now back up to his feet. Jerrelle stands Evans up, and powerbombs him right next to Flair. Clark then grabs the chair and violently throws it down. It hits Evans right in the chest. Clark yells for another chair, which is handed to him by a person at ringside. He lays the second chair down across Reed Flair’s chest and head. Clark goes to the corner and scales the top rope. Clark comes flying off with an attempted Frog Splash, but both men move out of the way and Jerrelle hits the mat hard.

JR: Jerrelle Clark just totally missed his targets there..

Evans and Flair are back up, with their two chairs. Jerrelle gets up to his knees and gets drilled with the two chairs, one from each side. Clark’s head is sandwiched between the two metal seating devices. Evans then turns on Flair, drilling him over the head with his chair. Evans goes down for a cover on Jerrelle Clark, but Clark’s leg is on the ropes. Evans pulls Clark back to center ring and covers him once again. Clark kicks out at the count of two once more. Evans crawls over to Reed Flair. The two men begin to trade punches. They get back to their feet, still trading blows. Evans grabs Flair by his arm, and whips him into the ropes. Flair comes back and slides right between Evans’ legs. As he is going through, he grabs Evans by the arm. He pulls Evans’ arm between Evans’ legs. He then lifts Evans up onto his shoulders, and hits an Electric Chair slam. Flair goes for the cover, but Evans kicks out at the count of two.

JR: A near fall there by Reed Flair.

JS: Jerrelle Clark was just one second away from losing his title, and he wouldn’t have even been apart of the decision!

Jerrelle Clark has rolled out of the ring, and is walking around ringside. Clark climbs up onto the ring apron, where he is met with a superkick from Reed Flair. Clark holds onto the top rope. Flair suplexes Clark into the ring, but then rolls out himself. On his knees, Jack Evans lodges a chair between the top and middle rope in the turnbuckle. Evans lifts Clark up to a vertical base, and starts an Irish whip, but Clark reverses it and Evans goes flying face first into the steel chair in the corner. Warn out, Jerrelle Clark just collapses to the mat. Both men lay motionless on the mat. Meanwhile, up the ramp, Reed Flair is stacking up tables. Two tables are stacked a top each other. Flair then puts two chairs atop the top table. He grabs a wooden ladder that is sitting near by, and places it atop the two chairs.

JR: I don’t like the looks of this!

JS: Reed Flair is planning something big here!

Jerrelle Clark gets Jack Evans with a fireman’s carry, and he carries him up the ramp towards Flair’s table tower. Clark places Evans on the bottom table. Flair and Clark brawl into the crowd, then up the stairs in the crowd towards the steel scaffolding at the entrance way. They begin to climb the scaffolding, with Clark going up first, and Flair shortly behind.

JR: I really don’t like the looks of this..

JS: Something bad is going to happen here..

The two are now a top the scaffolding, well over thirty feet in the air. Flair begins to pound away at Clark’s back. Flair sets up for a Michinoku Driver, but Clark slides through and sets up for a Death Valley Driver. Flair slides through, and comes running at Clark. With a gingerly toss, Flair is flying off the scaffolding. Flair hits the wooden ladder on top, and it blows to pieces. Evans rolls off the bottom table second before Clark goes sailing through it. Bits of ladder and table lay all over the place, as the crowd chants in unison, “HOLY SH*T HOLY SH*T

JS: OH MY GOD!

JR: WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS, REED FLAIR IS DEAD!

Flair lays motionless. A bit of table lays across his chest. The camera focuses in on his eyes, which are glazed over and rolled into the back of his head. Jerrelle Clark slowly begins to make his way down the scaffold.

JS: Jerrelle Clark sees one hell of an opportunity now, anybody could pin Reed Flair right now, hell, even you could pin him Ross, and you couldn’t even pin a two year old!

Clark is met at the bottom of the scaffold by a chair shot from Jack Evans right to the head. Clark melts to the ground. Evans tosses the chair aside, and grabs a ladder that was sitting next to the guardrail. Evans drags the ladder to the ring, and slides it in. Evans then reaches underneath the ring, where he pulls out a table. Evans sets the table up at ringside. Evans grabs Jerrelle Clark, who has crawled up the isle, by the head and lifts him to a vertical base. Evans sets Clark on the table. Evans slides into the ring and sets up the ladder. Evans quickly climbs up the ladder and comes diving off with a shooting star press. He lands on the outside of the ring on Clark on the table. Both men go through the table. Evans covers the limp body of Jerrelle Clark, and referee David Lee goes down for the count, 1...2...3!

JR: We’ve got a new WCWA Junior heavyweight champion!

“Cure for the Itch” begins to play and Jack Evans celebrates in the ring. Referee David Lee hands Evans the title belt. He makes his way to the back, holding his ribs with the championship belt draped over his shoulder. As he passes by Reed Flair in the isle way, he gives him a stomp, just for good measures.

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WCWA Hall of Fame 2 + 9 Year Compilation Jul 4, 2013 8:02:10 GMT -5

Post by WCWA Online on Jul 4, 2013 8:02:10 GMT -5

This match was originally posted as part of PPV 8, Fully Loaded. It’s not the main event or even a really historically significant match, but it’s a really fun match that captures that time period of WCWA better than any other one match can, I think. It’s Allison Danger versus Marty Jannetty. This match was originally written sometime in 2006.

Please forgive the WF and Proboards censors throughout this match. Unlike the previous match which was formatted to be posted directly to WF, this match was originally published on the now extinct book.otherarena.com and linked here. You’ll notice a minor marker after the entrances. That’s where a picture of each combatant would’ve appeared along with the match information. It’s something I eventually adapted on my own for WCWA.

JS: All that, plus much more, let’s get started!

The shot focuses in on the entrance way. “1985” begins to play over the loud speakers and Marty Jannetty comes running through the curtain onto the stage. Ring announcer Ken Kennedy announces Jannetty to the ring.

KK: Welcome to Fully Loaded! Our first match tonight is scheduled for one fall, and it is an inter-gender match. From Florida, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, he is the “Midnight Rocker”.. Marty Jannetty!

Jannetty does a quick double step as he walks down the entrance way. A few fans start a chant and several others really get the chant going. Soon, all the fans are chanting in unison, “Danger’s Gonna Kill You!! Danger’s Gonna Kill You!!! Danger’s Gonna Kill You!!!!” Jannetty simply ignores the chant as he slides into the ring. Jannetty does a few stretches in the ropes as he awaits his opponent for the evening.

JS: This one should be entertaining. “The Jester of Jobbing” Marty Jannetty battling the “Queen of WCWA”..

SD: Aside from Jannetty..

JS (continuing): Allison Danger, and Shane, was that really called for??

SD: Not really, but I said it anyways..

The shot is on the entrance way again. “Youth of the Nation” by POD begins to play over the loud speakers and Allison Danger makes her way out onto the stage, wearing skin tight black leather pants and a matching top. Ken Kennedy announces her to the ring.

KK: And now, making her way to the ring, being accompanied by the WCWA Tag Team champions The Backseat Boyz, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty three pounds, Allison.. Danger!!

Danger makes her way to the ring slowly, blowing kisses to a few fans on the way to the ring. Danger arrives at ringside, but waits a moment before sliding in, so Acid and Kashmire can catch up to her. Danger puts her arms up in an almost crucifix pose and Kashmire and Acid each grab an arm of Danger under the armpit, lifting her up. The Backseats lift Danger up high enough so she can get her feet on the ring apron without an struggle. Danger steps into the ring slowly between the top and middle rope, giving the fans a nice shot at her butt as she slides into the ring. Danger into the ring all the way, falling backwards into the ropes for a brief stretch as the bell sounds, officially starting the match.

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Danger comes to the center of the ring with a quite angered look on her face. Jannetty comes to the center of the ring with a cocky look on his face. Jannetty just sort of struts to the center of the ring, with a look on his face as if he doesn’t give a damn about anything. Jannetty to center ring where he starts talking trash to Allison Danger, who responds by slapping Jannetty HARD!

JS: I think Jannetty is underestimating his opponent for tonight..

SD: I think Danger is overestimating her opponent…

Jannetty goes down with the slap, but is right back to his feet. He has a visible red hand mark on his face from the hard slap. Jannetty is rubbing the spot with great ease, as the pain is apparent. Jannetty backs off a bit, now leery and aware of the danger that looms with Danger. Jannetty starts to walk in, but Danger meets him halfway with a running spear. Danger takes Jannetty off his feet and begins to open up on him with some vicious rights and lefts. With each contact, the crowd “OOH”s and “AHH”s.

JS: Some may have simply looked over this match as a comedy match from the outset, but one of these performers is a very talented wrestler and can go..

SD: Yeah, and the other teamed with Shawn Michaels..

JS (trying to keep serious, but a few chuckles still escape): Allison Danger comes from a wrestling family. Wrestling is in her blood. Few know this, but she is actually the sister of former NWA Heavyweight champion Steve Corino..

SD: Who everyone within a ten mile radius of him at any time knows he is a “

ING GOD of Professional Wrestling”

JS: And unlike the moronic Texan who sports a similar claim, Corino can actually back it up!

Danger lets off Jannetty. Jannetty lays sprawled out on the mat, his legs spread wide apart. Danger lifts her left leg high into the air and brings it down hard into the crotch of Jannetty. The crowd lets out a collective “OOHH!”

SD: HE JUST GOT HIS MOTHER

ING NUTS POPPED OFF!!! THE BALL BUSTER BY ALLISON DANGER!

JS: Hey Shane, you’d better watch it, or the FCC will be on your ass like R. Kelly at Dakota Fanning’s birthday party..

Jannetty up to his knees, holding his groin area, which is obviously in a great deal of pain. Danger lines up and gives Jannetty a SICK looking kick right to the face. Danger mounts Jannetty and begins to pound away, striking him many times hard in the face.

JS: First time in a long time Marty Jannetty has had a woman on top of him..

SD: You’re one to talk Joey.. I don’t see you hammering chicks left and right..

JS: I get my fair share of tang..

SD: Your hand and a Jenna Jameson video doesn’t count..

JS: I'll have you know I am a fan of Lizzy Borden, thank you very much!

SD: Apparently, so is The Messiah..

Danger back to her feet, Jannetty still down. Danger backs up a bit and waits for Jannetty to get back to his feet. Jannetty up, so Danger comes running in, nailing a move right out of the playbook of Trent Acid, the Yakuza Kick. The kick strikes Jannetty hard right in the chin, which causes Jannetty’s head to swing backwards violently.

JS: She’s no Trent Acid..

SD (cutting in): But she does have a big penis!

JS (continuing): But that was a hell of a Yakuza kick, and what in the hell Shane??

SD: Late night, a lot of booze involved, I'd rather not explain..

Danger with a cover on Jannetty and referee Harry Broadhurst down for a count, 1...2... Jannetty pushes Danger off of him, but underestimates his own strength and sends Danger sailing through the air onto referee Harry Broadhurst. Danger is a bit confused, before rolling off of Broadhurst, who has a huge smile on his face. Danger back to her feet with a bit of a disgusted look on her face, looking at Broadhurst. The ref scrambles back to his feet, seemingly apologizing.

SD: HE GRABBED HER ASS!!

JS: I don’t think Steve Corino will be happy about that..

SD: I don’t think he gives a damn what Steve Corino thinks!

Danger’s look of anger seems to fade away. She walks towards Broadhurst, who both covers his crotch and backs away in fear. Danger just shakes her head, then grabs Broadhurst by the head, locking on a deep kiss! The fans go crazy for this!!

SD: I wanna be a ref when I grow up!

JS: Well, you've still got a way's to go, that's for sure.

SD: Shut up Styles...aren't you behind on your masturbating, anyway?

JS: And you'd know that how?

SD: You're married. We all know you're not getting any!

Jannetty from behind Danger with a school boy. Referee Harry Broadhurst goes down for the count, but in almost slow motion. Key in the world’s slowest count. 1.…………..2.………… kick out by Danger.

JS: That was the slowest count I have ever seen!

SD: Then you must not have watched WCW much..

JS: Did anyone?

SD: Well yeah! I was pulling five star matches out of my ass!

JS: Yeah, who could forget the “classic” first blood match for Sin between you and Hugh G. Rection..

SD: Point taken

JS: Oh, any match between you and him? How broke was he when he agreed to that gimmick?

SD: Cocaine is an expensive habit, just look at Jannetty

Jannetty is now back to his feet and has headed to the corner. Jannetty to the top rope. Jannetty goes for a Flying Cross Body block, but Danger drops down and Jannetty totally misses Danger, crashing into referee Harry Broadhurst in an ugly way.

SD: Cue in the ten minute sell job from a referee for a simple bump..

JS: Well, not always ten...if it's a Hebner, it's fifteen!

SD: And a couple stolen t-shirts!

Jannetty back to his knees, trying to revive the referee, but the ref is out of it. Danger is back to her feet as well. She comes from behind Jannetty and just kicks him HARD in the back of the head. The sound of Danger’s boot thundering off of Jannetty’s head echoes throughout the arena.

JS: That’s not a padded up wrestling boot she’s wearing, that’s a solid leather boot, with a huge heel on it!

Jannetty does a slow collapse onto the ring mat. Danger with a cover, but the referee is still out of it. Johnny Kashmire takes the opportunity to slide a steel chain into Allison. Allison bends over, giving the fans a great ass shot, to grab the chain. Danger stands back up, thick metal chain now in hand. Danger wraps the chain around her fist and just dares Jannetty to get back to his feet. Jannetty up, so Danger takes a hellacious swing, striking Jannetty right in the forehead HARD with the chain.

JS: OH MY GAWD! I think she just knocked Jannetty out!!

The camera focuses in close on Jannetty’s face, and he has blood running down his face in a wicked stream. Danger comes in with a full body press, mounting Jannetty and pounding the hell out of him. With each shot, droplets of Jannetty’s blood go sailing through the air. Danger lets off of Jannetty at the request of referee Harry Broadhurst. Jannetty on his knees now, his face completely covered in a nasty deep crimson. Danger shakes her hand a bit.

JS: You know the blows hurt when the person DEALING the blows is feeling them..

SD: Sad thing is, Jannetty is probably so coked out right now, that Danger is the only one feeling those shots.

Jannetty back to his feet, his forehead now split quite widely, openly dripping blood onto his chest. Danger comes in with a STIFF open handed chop across the blood stained chest of Jannetty. The sound of the chop echoes through the arena, to which the crowd responds with a loud “OOH!”

JS: This girl can fight! I’m not sure Jannetty knew what he was biting off when he challenged Danger tonight..

Danger winds back, chopping Jannetty again HARD across the chest. Jannetty bails between the second and third ropes, falling out of the ring awkwardly, slightly banging his head off the ring apron as he tumbles out. Jannetty scrambles back to his feet on the arena floor and looks to make a quick escape, but Trent Acid cuts him off on his way to the ramp. Jannetty turns around to possibly escape through the back door, but Kashmire cuts him off there. All of this pause has given Allison Danger a chance to make her move, running into the ropes quickly and diving right between the same area of the second and top rope that Jannetty previously spilled through. Danger goes sailing out of the ring towards Jannetty at a rapid pace, and Jannetty turns right into the upcoming blow from Danger. Danger hits Jannetty with such a vicious flying shoulder tackle that it sends the two of them backwards into the guard rail. Acid and Kashmire both jump backwards in shock at the move, while the crowd responds with a unanimous “HOLY crap! HOLY crap!” chant.

JS: One hell of an impact from Allison Danger!

SD: She may only be a buck thirty three, but this chick is dangerous. She knows the business, she knows the tricks of the trade, she knows what it takes to win, and the thing is, she isn’t afraid to do it!

Danger recovers on the arena floor, holding her shoulder from the impact. She grabs Jannetty by the long brown locks with her uninjured left arm and pulls him back to a vertical base. Referee Harry Broadhurst now back to his feet, and has started a ten count.

JS: Referee Harry Broadhurst exercising his authority as a referee and issuing the mandatory ten count. I’d be a shame if this great contest ended in a double count out..

SD: Yeah, because we all know Danger can beat Marty.. Hell, Danger can beat any man she wants to!

JS: And from what I hear, quite a few women..

Danger slides back into the ring and goes to the far side of referee Harry Broadhurst, causing the ref to turn his back to Jannetty on the outside to focus all of his attention on Danger. Danger holds him close, as if she is going to kiss him a lot, but is only holding him so he doesn’t turn around to see Trent Acid giving Jannetty a VICIOUS Yakuza kick. Kashmire pulls Jannetty back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, just in time for the referee to break free from Danger’s grip.

JS: I find it sad that referee Harry Broadhurst was over powered by a hundred and thirty three pound female..

SD: Are you telling me that you’d fight back if a beautiful woman pulled you in close to her?

JS: Err..

SD: Strike that, you are the same guy who thought Alexis making out with Trish was “unnatural”.. Your opinion on women doesn’t count..

Danger grabs Jannetty by the arms and begins to deadweight pull him to the center of the ring. Jannetty’s head drags off the mat, leaving an ugly trail of crimson behind “The Jester of Jobbing”. Danger with a cover on Jannetty and Broadhurst down for a count, 1.…2.… Jannetty manages to get one arm up.

SD: HOW??? HOW THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT?

JS: She hasn’t done anything big to put him away..

SD: This is Jannetty we are talking about.. Maria beat him using just a school boy..

Danger backs up a bit and starts to stomp her feet, a bit irritated at Jannetty’s unwillingness to stay down. Jannetty up to his knees, so Danger bends down, stalking her prey, ready to strike. Jannetty all the way back up to his feet, so Danger comes running in, catching Jannetty with a hook into a VICIOUS tornado DDT. Danger with a cover, 1.…2.… Jannetty gets one arm up.

SD: HOW THE HELL??

JS: Jannetty has taken so much abuse from Danger, but still won’t stay down for a pin count.

SD: That’s one thing about Jannetty. No matter how much you kick his ass, he’s still too damn stupid to just stay down for a pin count..

JS: And too stupid to try one of his own.

SD: Jannetty winning a match? This a PPV, not the end of all things to come Styles

Jannetty lays in a heap in the center ring. Danger stands just a few steps away from him, confused as to what to try next. Kashmire hops up onto the ring apron, so Danger shuffles over to him to take his advice. Danger listens to Kashmire for a moment and then hops to the top rope. Danger surveys the area for a moment and then turns around on the top rope. Danger lifts her arms into the air so the are pointing straight up. Danger takes a leap into the air, taking a gracious flip through the air. In mid air, Danger switches positions so her stomach is now facing towards the mat. She begins to fall, crashing down hard on Jannetty with a picture perfect moonsault. Danger takes a second to catch her breath, still laying on Jannetty, before hooking the leg. Referee Harry Broadhurst down for the count, 1.…2.….3!!!

JS: SHE DID IT!! ALLISON DANGER BEAT MARTY JANNETTY!!!

SD: Big deal, it’s just Jannetty..

The bell sounds, making the decision official. Ring Announcer Ken Kennedy comes over the house mic making the decision.

KK: And your winner of this match, ALLISON… DANGER!

“Youth of the Nation” by POD begins to play over the loud speakers as and exhausted Allison Danger gets to her feet. Trent Acid and Johnny Kashmire are right there to give Danger a shoulder to lean on. The Backseats lift Danger up, holding her up on their shoulders for all to see.

Winner in 7:12:: Allison Danger

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This is one of the crazier matches in WCWA history, Wargames. This was the main event of the appropriately self titled PPV, Wargames, and was originally posted in late 2006. I find it funny to see the copyright information there, that says 2005/2006, because it looks so much less out of place than 2006/2013 that I’m currently using. At the time, it was 2006 and WCWA was still in 2005. I’ve reached Tennessee like levels of tardiness now.

This is from the 10th PPV, Wargames

Cut back to the ring and the Wargames double cage is now set up around both rings. John House stands at ringside with a microphone in hand.

JH: The following match is WARGAMES!

“Chase” by Giorgio Moroder (The Original Midnight Express theme) begins to play over the loud speakers and Jim Cornette makes his way through the curtain. He makes his way down the ramp before turning around and pointing, where Trent Acid emerges from the curtain.

JH: Making his way to the ring, representing Camp Cornette and being accompanied to the by Jim Cornette, from South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty five pounds, he is “The International Superstar” and one half of the WCWA Tag Team Champions of the world, Trent ACID!

Acid slides up the ring steps and opens the cage door. Before he enters the cage, he removes his shiny silver entrance jacket and hands it to Jim Cornette, who promptly hands it off to a ring attendant. Acid slides into the ring and checks the cage, grabbing the mesh of the cage and shaking it, making sure it’s secure. Acid leans into the ropes for a moment as his music cuts off. Acid stands in the center of the ring looking up the ramp.

JS: Here we go.. Who’s going to be number one for Team Ultraviolence..

“Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus begins to play over the loud speakers and the crowd erupts.

JH: Making his way to the ring, representing Team Ultraviolence, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at one hundred eighty five pounds, he is the “Arachnid Superstar”, “Spyder” Nate WEBB!

The camera is on the entrance way, but Nate Webb does not emerge. However, the crowd begins to turn towards the upper level seating and the camera follows, eventually finding Nate Webb dancing in the crowd.

SD: Hey Styles, someone needs to tell Nate Webb where the entrance way is, and that he needs to start coming through it..

Webb starts down the isle way, pausing when he reaches a concession vendor in the crowd. He grabs a plastic cup of beer and guzzles it down. Tossing the first cup down, Webb grabs a second cup and guzzles it down as well.

JS: Who’s picking up the tab for Nate Webb tonight?

SD: Send it to Vince. He has more than enough money laying around. Bill it to the Sci-Fi fund.

Webb down the steps, stopping when he gets to the next level of seating down. Someone hands Nate Webb a cigar and he immediately sticks it his mouth. Webb takes a couple of puffs off of the cigar before he realizes it’s not lit. Webb calls for a light and almost everyone around him produces a lighter.

SD: Yeah, our fans aren’t potheads or anything..

Webb goes down the isle way, getting to the ringside seats. He hands his cigar off to someone sitting in the front row and grabs a chair. Webb hops up onto the chair and begins to do an overhead clap. The crowd responds by doing the same overhead clap in unison. Once the clap gets going good, Webb hops off the chair. He grabs the chair and tosses it over the guardrail then gets over the guardrail himself.

SD: Nate Webb made it through the crowd only stealing four things this time. New record for that dirt bag..

Webb goes to the cage door and slides the chair into the ring. He then spots Jim Cornette and starts after him. Trent Acid starts to come to the save, sticking his head out the door. Nate Webb thinks quick and smashes the door right into the face of Trent Acid. Webb slides up the steps and into the ring. The bell sounds and the match officially begins.

JS: And we’re underway with WARGAMES!

Acid calls for a lock up, but instead Webb hurls the steel chair he brought to the ring at Acid. The chair strikes Acid in the face violently before bouncing off and flying into the steel mesh of the cage. Webb comes running in and begins potatoing Acid. Acid backs off but Webb stays on top of him, peppering him with some more punches. Webb backs up and comes running in for a clothesline attempt, but Acid sidesteps and directs Webb right into the steel cage.

SD: Drunken bastard, meet steel mesh.

JS: You now have something against alcoholics?

SD: Nope, just Nate Webb.

Acid grabs Nate Webb by the hair and pulls him off of the steel meshing. Acid with a violent yank rips out a couple of strands of Webb’s hair. Acid directs Webb’s head down into a standing head scissors position, setting up for an apparent power bomb, but Nate Webb reverses with a back body drop. Acid lands on the mat and Webb has the advantage, at least for the moment.

Acid quickly grabs the steel chair that had been brought into the ring by Nate Webb. Webb slowly pulls himself up to his feet and Acid winds back, DRILLING him in the head. Jim Cornette gives a big thumbs up as the lights dim.

JS: Looks like it’s time for the next participant.

SD: And right here is where it is determined which team has the advantage the entire match. If it’s a member of Team Ultraviolence, they are going to have a man up advantage on three separate occasions. On the flip side, if it’s Nick Mondo, Samoa Joe, or Johnny Kashmire coming through that curtain, then Team Ultraviolence is at a disadvantage.

Close up shot on the entrance way. The lights begin to flash and “Chase” by Giorgio Moroder (The Original Midnight Express theme) begins to play over the loud speakers. With that, Johnny Kashmire makes his way out onto the ramp as a smile lights up across both Trent Acid and Jim Cornette’s faces.

JH: Making his way to the ring, representing Camp Cornette, from South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety two pounds, he is one half of the WCWA Tag Team champions, Johnny KASHMIRE!

Kashmire comes down the ramp slowly with a cocky strut. Jim Cornette gives him a high five as he gets to ringside. Kashmire slides into the ring through the door, where Trent Acid hands him the mangled steel chair. Acid pulls Nate Webb up to his feet and Kashmire delivers a vile chair shot, right to the head.

JS: And now we see how the momentum will swing.

SD: If Nate Webb can somehow fight out of this, he’s superhuman. He’s currently locked inside of a twenty foot high steel cage with the WCWA Tag Team champions of the world.

Kashmire with the chair again and he calls for Acid to whip Webb in. Acid pulls Nate Webb up and whips him into the far ropes. Webb comes back and Kashmire with an attempted chair shot, but Webb baseball slides right underneath it. Webb now behind Kashmire. Webb grabs the steel chair and pulls it right into the face of Johnny Kashmire. The crowd begins to cheer as Nate Webb mounts momentum, but the momentum is cut to a sudden stop when Trent Acid clips Nate Webb at the knee.

SD: And that’s the problem with these two on one disadvantages. Even if you take out one guy, you’ve still got that second man in the cage to deal with.

JS: Or third man, or fourth man..

SD: That was implied, dumb ass.

Acid and Kashmire now both stomping at Nate Webb. Webb tries to get to his feet, but he cannot get up because of the Backseat beat down. Acid kicks Webb in the back of the head hard and he goes down. Acid grabs Nate Webb and whips him into the corner. Webb does a Flair flip, but can’t go up and over and ends up sitting in reverse with his legs bunched up in the cage.

JS: Nate Webb’s own momentum nearly destroying him there.

SD: Nearly? Are you not seeing the man hanging from the cage right now?

The Backseats both go to the corner and grab and arm, going for their T-Gimmick double powerbomb. The carry him to the center of the ring and the lights go out. Quick shot to the entrance way as “Prayer” by Disturbed begins to play over the loud speakers and the crowd ERUPTS!

JH: Representing Team Ultraviolence, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the captain of Team Ultraviolence, this is The MESSIAH!

Messiah is already to the ring by the time these introductions end. Messiah starts into the ring. Kashmire tries to stop him by throwing the steel chair, but Messiah catches it!! The crowd is ready to erupt as Messiah slides into the cage with the steel chair in hand. Trent Acid begs off, but it’s no good because Messiah DRILLS Acid. Messiah hits Acid so hard with the chair that the padding and the plastic protector underneath goes flying.

JS: AND THERE’S THE MESSIAH!! THERE’S THE MAN WHO’S GOING TO EVEN THE SIDES!

SD: Yeah! There’s the 9 fingered mother

er!!

Kashmire tries to make an attack but is fended off by Nate Webb. Webb grabs Kashmire by the back of the head and HURLS him into the steel cage. Messiah sets the steel chair down on the ring mat and nails a vicious snap suplex to Trent Acid right onto the cage. Nate Webb nails an Arachnid Kick on Johnny Kashmire and Kashmire falls into the ropes. The force of the ropes causes Kashmire to bounce back forward, and he falls right onto Trent Acid, landing with his head between Trent Acid’s legs.

SD: Oh come on..

JS: I think Trent Acid might!

SD: STOP IT JOEY! THIS IS SERIOUS! These extreme idiots are not playing fairly!

Messiah grabs the chair and swings it wildly, striking Kashmire in the back. Kashmire scrambles to his feet in agony where he is met by a quick Nate Webb flying clothesline. Webb pulls Trent Acid up to his feet and whips him into the ropes as The Messiah fiddles with the pocket of his jeans. He reaches deep into his pocket and comes out with a handful of glistening gold thumbtacks!

JS: OH MY GAWD! Messiah came armed!!

SD: Why in the blue hell did he have thumbtacks in his pocket??

Messiah lays down his first handful of tacks down on the mat and goes into his pocket, pulling out an equally large handful. He throws the second handful of tacks down and grabs Trent Acid by the hair, preparing to maim him with the tacks when the lights dim again.

JS: This is obviously going to be a Camp Cornette wrestler, but will it be Samoa Joe or Nick Mondo..

Cut to the entrance way, which starts to light up as “Last Resort” by Papa Roach begins to play. With that, Nick Mondo makes his way out onto the stage, dragging a table with barbed wire around it behind him.

JH: Making his way to the ring, representing Camp Cornette, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in tonight at two hundred and two pounds, he is the current and reigning WCWA Death Match champion, “Sick” Nick MONDO!

Nick Mondo makes his way to the ring with the table, sliding the table in through the door. Mondo into the ring and he sets the table up. Messiah lifts Trent Acid up and starts to airplane spin him over the thumbtacks, going for the Godsmack, but Johnny Kashmire comes in for the save. Meanwhile, Nick Mondo has Nate Webb dangerously close to the barbed wire table, but Webb is holding his own.

SD: See, Nate Webb just had to make a hard decision. Either stop your face from hitting the barbed wire by sacrificing your hands, or just hit face first in the barbed wire. I personally agree with the decision of hands, but I’m sure chronic masturbators like yourself would choose to take it in the face.

JS: You better watch making masturbation jokes, Shane, or our new Television champion might riot!

Webb is holding his own as Mondo continues to try to force him into the barbed wire, but Webb is saved when The Messiah comes in and smashes the steel chair across the back of Nick Mondo. Mondo turns around in pain, walking right into an airplane spin from Messiah. Messiah spins Mondo around and steps over the thumbtacks, but Johnny Kashmire makes the save by kicking Messiah right in the groin.

SD: Technically and workrate sound move from Johnny Kashmire..

JS: He kicked Messiah in the dick!

SD: Watch the language Styles!

Mondo and Kashmire celebrate for a moment, but only for a moment because Nate Webb comes running in. Webb for a cross body attempt, but Mondo and Kashmire catch him! Mondo and Kashmire take a couple of steps back before tossing Nate Webb, causing him to land right into the pile of thumbtacks!

JS: OH MY GAWD!!

SD: Nate Webb just got turned into a human pincushion!

Webb slowly rises up and his back is covered in thumbtacks! Only a quick shot of his back can be shown, because the lights quickly go down. “Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie begins to play and JC Bailey rushes to the ring, sliding right through the cage door. Trent Acid with an ambush attempt, but JC Bailey throws a handful of salt into the eyes of Acid for his trouble!

SD: That dirty bastard!

The action has FINALLY spilled into the second ring, where Johnny Kashmire throws The Messiah. Messiah is hurting and Kashmire is taking advantage, taking many liberty shots on Messiah. Jim Cornette is humbling around underneath the second ring’s ring skirt before finally coming up with a Singapore cane in hand. Kashmire hits a snap suplex on Messiah as Cornette throws the stick up and over the top of the cage. Kashmire grabs the stick and waits for Messiah to get up. Messiah finally gets to his feet and TWACK!

SD: BRUTAL cane shot from Johnny Kashmire! Those sticks have no give what so ever!

Kashmire nails a second vicious shot and Messiah goes down to the mat in pain. Kashmire lifts the cane up high above his head for a third shot, but JC Bailey grabs it and pulls it away. Johnny Kashmire turns around and Bailey smacks him square between the eyes. Kashmire crumbles to the mat as the stick explodes off his head. Meanwhile in ring one, Nate Webb has fought off Trent Acid, throwing him into the steel fencing. Mondo from behind with an attack, but Webb fights it off. Mondo sends Webb into the ropes, but Webb comes back, nailing a spinning heel kick!

JS: Nate Webb is proving himself as an iron man here tonight. How long has he been in that cage? Ten minutes? He’s still running strong too!

SD: He drank EXTRA beer tonight Styles. I seen him finishing a beer backstage and asked him what number it was, and he said he lost track at the fourth case.

Webb grabs Mondo and bangs his head hard off the barbed wire table, instantly opening Mondo up. Webb rolls Mondo onto the table and starts up the top rope. Trent Acid comes from behind with a sneak attack, but the sneak attack does nothing but anger Webb. Webb turns around and chases after Trent Acid. Acid to the corner and he quickly runs up the turnbuckles and starts up the cage. Nate Webb is right behind him, climbing up the ropes and then scaling the fencing. Webb gets to the top of the cage where he is met by a Trent Acid punch to the head.

SD: That’s a long way up and will be a hell of a long fall if Trent Acid slips.

JS: What about Nate Webb?

SD: Well, if he slips, there’s gonna be a lot of beer on the floor..

Webb finally all the way on top of the cage. Trent Acid works his feet into the steel mesh and stands up, daring Nate Webb to do the same. Webb does and stands up. Acid with a punch to the stomach and Webb doubles over. Nick Mondo rolls off the barbed wire table and Jim Cornette is literally screaming at ringside. Mondo climbs up the cage and forces Nate Webb’s left foot out of the steel mesh. Acid grabs Webb by the head and throws him!!! Nate Webb falls the twenty feet down and lands on the barbed wire table! The table explodes, sending bits of wood everywhere as Nate Webb lays a broken mess on the canvas.

JS: OH MY GAWD!!!!!!

SD: HE’S

ING DEAD! TRENT ACID JUST KILLED EL DRUNKO!!!!

There’s a momentary shot on Nate Webb laying broken before the lights go out. The lights on the entrance way begin to flash and “Chase” by Giorgio Moroder (The Original Midnight Express theme) begins to play over the loud speakers.

JH: Making his way to the ring, representing Camp Cornette, from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in tonight at two hundred and eighty pounds, he is the “Undefeated Samoan Submission Machine” Samoa JOE!

Samoa Joe makes his way out onto the stage as the crowd continues to chant “HOLY crap!” from Nate Webb’s extreme bump off the cage. Joe makes his way down the ramp as carnage continues in the ring. Nick Mondo has begun trading kicks with JC Bailey. Wild roundhouse to the mid section from Mondo. Bailey holds his ribs for a moment before giving the kick right back, followed up with a forearm. Mondo with a side kick and Bailey staggers backwards. Bailey with a heel kick and Mondo is nearly down. Mondo goes for a spinning heel kick but Bailey ducks. Mondo gets right back to his feet and walks right into a JC Bailey spinning heel kick, sending Mondo down.

SD: SCOOOOOOOORE!!

JS: What?

SD: I’ll explain it later..

Bailey back up to his feet and starts to celebrate winning the kick contest, but ends up paying for it when Samoa Joe comes from behind and nails a vicious T-Bone suplex. Joe gets back to his feet and he’s met with a forearm from The Messiah. The forearm doesn’t even faze Joe, who comes in with a stiff forearm of his own, followed by a kick to the mid section. Messiah comes running in but Joe catches him right into a cross arm submission hold.

JS: EXTREMELY dangerous move that The Messiah is in, because he literally has no escape. Tapping out will not do any good because eliminations cannot occur until all eight men are in the ring. Grabbing the ropes won’t do any good because it’s no DQ. Joe could literally break the arm right here and it’s all legal.

SD: The Messiah is leaving it in the hands of his partners. Not a great thing to do when one of them is broken in about thirty pieces in the other ring..

Joe stretches the arm hard. Messiah grabs the ropes but it does no good. Messiah reaches for the cage in an attempt to leverage his way out of the hold. Jim Cornette gets very close to the cage and begins SCREAMING at The Messiah. Jim Cornette gets too close, however, because The Messiah releases the steel cage and grabs ahold of Jim Cornette’s loose hanging necktie, pulling the tie right into the cage. Joe sees this and breaks the submission hold. Joe quickly to his feet, stomping The Messiah’s hand to cause him to release the tie.

SD: That stomp is less effective on Messiah than a normal hand..

JS: Don’t go there Shane..

SD: Why? Because Messiah only has four fingers?

JS: He was attacked in his own home Shane! He had his thumb brutally chopped off! Have a little..

SD: Compassion? All my compassion was lost when I had to play a teacher in the WWF!

Nate Webb is up and he’s got the remains of the table in hand. He throws the shattered pieces of lumber and the ball of barbed wire at Nick Mondo. The wire catches Mondo and hooks him right in the back, sinking in deep to Mondo’s back, leaving small pieces of table hanging from Mondo. In ring two, Messiah and Joe are still exchanging blows. Joe backs up and goes for a discuss punch, but Messiah moves out of the way. Joe goes sailing right into the steel cage and he PUNCHES RIGHT THROUGH THE CAGE!

JS: Oh my god..

SD: Solid wire fencing, and Samoa Joe just punched right through it. Just think if that was The Messiah’s head he punched.

Joe struggles to pull his fist out of the mesh as the lights dim. “Mortal Kombat” begins to play and Ryuji Ito makes his way out onto the stage with a barbed wire baseball bat in hand. Ito rushes to the ring and slides in.

JS: The eighth man is in the ring and the match beyond begins. From here, it’s an eight man tag team elimination match. The door to the cage will also remain unlocked for the rest of the match from the point Ito enters the ring.

Ito into the ring just as JC Bailey kicks Johnny Kashmire in the head. Kashmire is dazed and Ito holds his bat. Bailey calls him to use it. Ito grabs the bat close and runs in, nailing BAILEY with it!

SD: WHAT THE HELL?

Jim Cornette is cheering at ringside as Ito rips the bat out of JC Bailey’s face with an evil smirk.

JS: THEY’VE BEEN HAD! RYUJI ITO IS WITH CAMP CORNETTE!!

Ito tosses his baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire to Johnny Kashmire, who uses it to waffle Bailey. Trent Acid in the meantime, has pulled Nate Webb up into a powerbomb position. Acid lifts Webb high into the air and tosses him from ring one to ring two with a powerbomb.

JS: This is not right. This is five on three!

SD: That’s what they get for trusting a dirty Jap!

Homeless Jimmy comes running down the ramp with an electric fan in hand. Jimmy slides into cage one through the door and lifts his fan high over head, smashing Johnny Kashmire with it. The plastic casing of the fan explodes everywhere as pieces of the fan blades break off.

JS: OUR HOMELESS SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED!!

SD: If Jimmy’s our savior, I’d rather not be saved!

Jimmy shakes the remains of the fan for a moment before Trent Acid comes in with a chop block. Acid and Ito double team the downed hobo with stomps as Jim Cornette slides into the ring. Cornette lifts his tennis racket high over head and smacks Jimmy with it. Acid rolls Jimmy to the cage door, where Ryuji Ito promptly slams the door shut, right over Jimmy’s head.

SD: So much for Jimmy.. I think he thought there were sandwiches in the cage or something..

Nate Webb is now back up but is hurting. He walks right into a Samoa Joe lariat and goes right back down. JC Bailey is brawling with Nick Mondo. Mondo grabs Bailey and whips him right into a Samoa Joe clothesline and Team Ultraviolence is not looking good. The Messiah gets about halfway to his feet and Nick Mondo smacks him with a near by Singapore cane.

JS: This needs to be stopped. This is five grown men destroying three. Nate Webb may very well have broken ribs..

Mondo, having done the damage needed with the Singapore cane, tosses it to Trent Acid, who wails on Nate Webb with it. Acid pulls Webb up and puts him over his shoulder with one arm. Kashmire comes in and grabs the other arm and they lift Nate Webb up. High up the hoist Webb, before dropping him right into thumbtacks with a double powerbomb.

SD: T-GIMMICK! The Backseat Boys just destroyed Nate Webb with the T-Gimmick!

JS: Is a T-Gimmick really needed at this point, more less into thumbtacks?

Kashmire goes down for the cover and the referee gets close to the cage and makes a count on his leg, 1.…2.…3!

JH: “Spyder” Nate Webb has been eliminated from Wargames!

Kashmire rolls Nate Webb right out the door.

JS: The length Nate Webb was in this steel cage really speaks volumes for Nate Webb. He had to have been in this cage for twelve minutes, if not more.

SD: His buzz was starting to wear off. He had to get out of there..

JC Bailey with a steel chair and he comes from behind, wailing Nick Mondo with it in the back. Samoa Joe comes after Bailey and Bailey swings the chair. He hits Joe so hard with the chair that the seat pops out and goes flying across the cage!

JS: MY GAWD!

The chair frame is now around Samoa Joe’s neck, but he doesn’t go down!! Joe rips the chair frame off and throws it across the ring before kicking JC Bailey with a straight kick. Joe grabs Bailey by the head and whips him violently into the corner. Bailey collapses in the corner in a sitting position. Joe goes to the side of the ring and comes running in, face washing JC Bailey right into the steel mesh!!

SD: Normally, that kick would have sent a big chunk of JC Bailey’s face into the third row. Thanks to the steel cage, it sent about fifteen small pieces into the fifth!

Messiah has made his way over to the first cage. Messiah with a clothesline on Trent Acid. Messiah up and Kashmire comes in for an attack. Messiah gets up and delivers a wild headbutt on Kashmire. Messiah gets up and begins to celebrate, but it’s too soon because Nick Mondo comes flying in off the top rope of ring two for a cross body block. Mondo with a pin attempt out of it, 1.…2.… kick out by The Messiah.

JS: The odds almost got really bad for JC Bailey.

Ito and Kashmire are right there to grab Messiah and pull him up to his feet, holding his arms behind his back. Jim Cornette winds his tennis racket back and prepares to waffle Messiah with it, when the lights go down.

SD: What the hell?

The lights in the arena begin to flash as "Natural Born Killaz" by Ice Cube and Dr. Dre begins to play over the loud speakers and the crowd ERUPTS!

SD: NO WAY! NO WAY!!! NO

ING WAY!!!!! THAT CANNOT BE WHO I THINK IT IS!!!!

Stepping out onto the stage with a sickle on a chain hanging from his neck is NEW JACK and the crowd explodes even further!!! New Jack dances around on the stage for a moment before rushing down to the ring. New Jack gets to ringside and instead of going through the door to cage one, he runs right up the side of the cage of cage two. New Jack dancing around on top of the cage for a moment before jumping off, whipping out Samoa Joe, Nick Mondo, JC Bailey, and the remains of a steel chair.

JS: WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS, I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE NEW JACK IN WCWA AGAIN!!!! NEW JACK HAS ARRIVED AND CAMP CORNETTE IS BACKING AWAY IN FEAR!!!

New Jack to his feet and rocking his head he grabs his sickle and goes right between the ropes, stepping from ring two to ring one. He’s got his eyes locked on Jim Cornette. Cornette gets his hands up and tries to beg off, but New Jack isn’t going to stop. New Jack raises his sickle high in the air, ready to tear apart Jim Cornette. He starts to swing it, but switches in mid swing and smacks The Messiah right between the eyes with it.

JS: MOTHER

ER!! HE JUST TURNED!!!!

SD: Cornette with New Jack?

WHAT THE

??

New Jack saws away at The Messiah’s face for a moment as Jim Cornette looks on, laughing. Samoa Joe has made his way over to ring one as well to help the destruction of The Messiah, while Nick Mondo looks on from ring two. This proves to be a mistake, because JC Bailey comes from behind Nick Mondo, catching him with a school boy. 1.…2.…3!

JH: Nick Mondo has been eliminated from Wargames!

Mondo up and he’s pissed! He grabs the Singapore cane that was in ring two and thumps JC Bailey with it violently before finally leaving the cage.

JS: The good news is, Nick Mondo’s out of the cage. The bad news is, it’s still six on two against Messiah and Bailey.

SD: You’d think this was an original WCW Wargames match, for the amount of run ins we’ve had in this match.

Ito, Kashmire, Acid, and Cornette stay in ring one for a four on one beatdown on the now gored Messiah, while New Jack goes to ring two with Samoa Joe to beat down JC Bailey.

JS: Who would have thought, in a million years, we’d see a New Jack and Samoa Joe team formed..

New Jack lifts his sickle high in the air, preparing to tear apart JC Bailey, but Bailey counters by kicking New Jack right between the legs. New Jack goes down and JC recovers the sickle. One quick jab to New Jack with the sickle causes New Jack to squirt a fountain of blood. JC tosses the sickle to The Messiah, who uses it to jab Ryuji Ito right in the stomach. Meanwhile, Samoa Joe has taken JC Bailey’s head off with a lariat.

SD: Why did he throw away his weapon?

JS: He went for the safety of the team as a whole rather than his own safety. He knows he’s a lot better off if Messiah can fight by his side, then for him to be one on six against all of Camp Cornette.

Messiah with the sickle and he tries to dig it into Johnny Kashmire’s head, but Kashmire kicks him in the crotch. There’s a disturbance in the crowd. Several men in police gear jump the rail and two of them quickly enter the cage, while a third man and a woman stand on the outside. All are in full riot gear including face masks. The two who entered the cage immediately go to ring two and put New Jack in handcuffs.

JS: You know, he has one hell of an arrest record. The police have probably been looking for him for a while and they finally found him.

The two cops quickly manhandle New Jack right out of the cage as Acid and Kashmire stand bewilders, Ito still pounding on The Messiah. Jim Cornette is in a frenzy, jumping around wildly and screaming anything that comes to mind. The two cops who cuffed New Jack push him out of the cage with the two cops on the outside. The two cops now go after Ito, quickly cuffing him.

JS: What’d Ito do??

SD: Illegal immigration? Hell if I know, ask those cops!

The two cops quickly hand Ito out of the cage and Trent Acid decides he‘s not going to stand silent any more. He knocks the helmet off of one to reveal Arsenal.

SD: What the hell? Arsenal’s a cop?

JS: I don’t think so. But I think he just saved Team Ultraviolence!

SD: Who are those other guys then??

On the outside, the male cop has kicked New Jack down to the ground. He reaches up and removes his hood to reveal SeXXXy Eddy!

SD: Oh god, Eddy’s in a rent-a-cop get up! For some reason, I expect his clothes are going to be coming off soon..

JS: Where's Elsa? She's the one taking them off!

SD: Those are just rumors, Styles!

JS: Have you seen the chick? Of course they're true!

SD: She does work a mean glory hole..

The female cop on the outside removes her hood and it’s Elsa Bangz!

SD: Well there’s Elsa.. But who’s that other guy in there?

The remaining masked man has pulled out a night stick and is beating Trent Acid senseless. Ito and New Jack have been taken away with some assistance from SeXXXy Eddy, Arsenal, and Elsa. Meanwhile in the ring, The Messiah has recovered and is gushing blood. Samoa Joe is working away on JC Bailey in ring two, but is keeping an eye on the unknown “cop” in ring one. Trent Acid and Johnny Kashmire are trying their best to fight off the “cop” while The Messiah recovers. Messiah grabs a piece of the table that Nate Webb went through and comes in swinging. He smacks Acid with the table hunk and the table piece breaks. The “cop” reaches into his pocket and pulls out a collapsible night stick, tossing it to Messiah.

SD: This guy’s more strapped than New Jack!

JS: Is that even possible??

Messiah with a quick shot to Trent Acid with the night stick before tossing it down. Messiah with an airplane spin.

JS: He’s going for the Godsmack here. If he hits this, Trent Acid’s time in Wargames will be up.

Messiah spins Acid a little close to the “cop” and Acid kicks the helmet right off, revealing Diehard Dustin Lee!

SD: What the hell? The Bridemaid for King of the Death matches! He’s taking Pondo’s spot! What’s he doing in there??

Diehard is pissed, so he quickly recovers his helmet and smacks Johnny Kashmire with it. Finding out he isn’t a real cop, referee Dylan Jones forces Diehard out of the cage. The Messiah nails the Godsmack on Acid and goes for the cover, 1.…2.…3!

JH: Trent Acid has been eliminated from Wargames!

Acid slowly rolls out of the ring, picking a couple of thumbtacks out of his back as he gets out.

SD: Here we go Styles. We’re at an even playing field for the first time in this match, two on two. Johnny Kashmire and Samoa Joe versus JC Bailey and The Messiah.

JS: Are Bailey and Messiah even in any shape to continue?

Joe comes into ring one and immediately grabs JC Bailey. Joe with a violent whip into the steel mesh to JC Bailey and Bailey hits face first. Meanwhile, The Messiah has grabbed the barbed wire baseball bat. Wild swing at Jim Cornette but he misses. Kashmire in with a double axe handle smash to distract Messiah. Messiah turns his attention to Johnny Kashmire and Jim Cornette slips right out the door. Cornette goes to ringside and pulls out a table. With help from the still at ringside Trent Acid, Cornette sets the table up. Acid goes under the ring to pull out not one, but two more tables. Acid and Cornette repeat the process to set up three tables on the arena floor, the third standing high on top of the bottom two.

SD: Why are Cornette and Acid setting up tables on the outside of the cage? What purpose does it serve? There’s a twenty foot cage between here and there, no way to use those tables..

Messiah with a wild baseball bat swing to Kashmire, missing a goring by just inches. Kashmire goes to the cage side nearest the tables and immediately starts climbing.

SD: Haha! I see it now! It’s a trap for Messiah! The Son of God is about to get crucified, and there's not even any Jews around!

JS: Somewhere, Mel Gibson is smiling.

SD: Robert is too, he just got into Jannetty's coke stash!

JS: Is there no-one we won't pick on here?

SD: Hell

ing no! And by the way, Ricky Morton is a homosexual!

Messiah falls right into Kashmire’s trap and climbs right up the cage in chase, throwing his barbed wire bat away in the process. Messiah is nearly to the top of the cage when Kashmire kicks him straight in the face. Kashmire grabs Messiah by the collar of the shirt and pulls him up on top of the cage. Messiah gets his balance and he throws a counter punch, striking Kashmire right in the head.

JS: They are dangerously high..

SD: Kinda like Jannetty on pay day!

JS: He's on coke, not weed. You don't get high from that!

SD: And you'd know THAT how?

JS: Ask Ruckus. He'll detail it!

SD: Yeah. Piss off the BLK OUT, why don't you?

JS: So you can insult half the industry, but I make one joke and I'm done for?

SD: I can back it up inside the ring. You'd faint as soon as you saw Ruckus!

Messiah stands up on the top of the cage to a collective gasp from the crowd. Kashmire joins him standing up. Kashmire with a wild elbow and Messiah is stunned. Kashmire grabs Messiah by the head and tries to force him off the cage through the table, but Messiah is able to hold on. Messiah with a punch to the kidneys and Kashmire lets go, doubling over. Messiah bends down and hooks Kashmire on his shoulders. Messiah holds him there for a moment before jumping off, nailing a Samoan Drop to Johnny Kashmire through all three tables!

JS: OH MY GAWD!!!!!

SD: JOHNNY KASHMIRE IS

ING DEAD!!!! WITH GOD AND MY FATHER AS WITNESS JOHNNY KASHMIRE IS

ING DEAD!!!!

The crowd erupts into a HUGE chant of “HOLY crap!” as Messiah and Kashmire lays in a broken mess of wood. Even Samoa Joe stops the beat down in the ring to look at the carnage on the outside.

SD: That was

ing INSANE!

Joe has his attention turned away from JC Bailey, which gives Bailey the opportunity to grab the barbed wire baseball bat. Bailey comes in with the bat, smacking Samoa Joe right in the back with the bat. Joe winces in pain as the barbed wire sinks deep in his back. Bailey with a wild kick to the back of Joe and Joe is hurting. Bailey into the ropes and right as he comes back in, Joe turns around and catches him with an explosive powerslam.

SD: Someone needs to get out here to help Messiah and Kashmire, mostly Kashmire though.

JS: A Samoan drop from twenty five feet up through three tables. Those aren’t precut tables either folks. Those things are solid wood. Below them is concrete. They had nothing to break the fall..

Joe goes to the corner and bends down, calling for a Yakuza kick. Bailey slowly to his feet and Joe comes running in, going for the kick, but instead of kicking JC, he ends up just hitting a barbed wire baseball bat that JC puts in his path, crotch first!

JS: Man, that is not somewhere you want that!

SD: That's not somewhere you want much of anything...save a female...

JS: You're sounding like Gertner.

SD: Just better looking.

JS: Judge him if you want. I have nothing to say there!

JC up and he calls for the double stomp!! Bailey goes to the corner and immediately climbs the ropes. Joe is still doubled over in pain from the barbed wire bat nut shot. Bailey comes jumping off the top rope, but Joe recovers quickly and catches him, delivering a belly to belly overhead suplex.

SD: Hey Styles, if we were fighting, and I hit you in the nuts with a barbed wire baseball bat, and you came back and hit me with a belly to belly suplex, YOU WIN! I don’t want to fight any more!

JS: I think I’ll try to keep barbed wire away from my testicles, thank you very much..

Joe over to Bailey and he locks on the Kokina clutch choke out. Referee Dylan Jones is into the cage, checking to see if Bailey taps out. Bailey is bleeding all over Joe’s arms as Joe has the choke out locked on tight. JC Bailey tries to reach for the ropes but he is WAY too far away, because Joe has the Kokina Clutch locked on square in the center of the ring.

SD: At this point, it’s probably better if JC just taps out. Live to fight another day, kid. You’ve got King of the Death matches tomorrow night. Won’t do too good in the tournament if Samoa Joe breaks your neck right here and now..

JS: But Shane, will JC Bailey’s pride allow him to tap out?

SD: if his pride doesn’t, his brain sure as hell should. You’ve got a three hundred pound man choking the life out of you. Doesn’t take much common sense to know it’s not going to take long before you get seriously

ed up..

JC is bleeding a thick stream of blood out as Joe continues to choke him out. Referee Dylan Jones grabs the free hand and lifts it once and it falls. He lifts it a second time and again, it falls. The hand is lifted for a third time and it falls limp to the mat.

SD: It’s over with! JC Bailey is passed out!

The bell sounds as referee Dylan Jones forces Samoa Joe to break the hold.

JH: And the winners of Wargames, Johnny Kashmire, Trent Acid, “Sick” Nick Mondo, and Samoa Joe, Camp CORNETTE!

“Chase” by Giorgio Moroder (The Original Midnight Express theme) begins to play over the loud speakers as Joe releases the hold. Joe gets back to his feet and has his hand lifted by referee Dylan Jones, but he’s not done yet. Joe kicks JC in the face HARD!

JS: Oh come on now! The match is over with!!

Joe bends down and punches JC in the face hard. He smears some of JC Bailey’s blood on his hand and then rubs it on his chest, making a curved line like C. Joe repeats this process, making the C into an S and continuing all the way across his chest. He stands up and holds his now blood soaked hands up, proud of his work. The camera zooms in on Samoa Joe’s blood soaked chest which now reads in blood “SPANKY”

JS: Folks, Samoa Joe seems to be sending a message to our reigning WCWA Heavyweight champion. That’s all we have time for tonight though. For “The Franchise” Shane Douglas and everyone in WCWA, I am Joey Styles, we’ll see you on Breakdown!

A final shot of Samoa Joe standing with Spanky’s name written in blood on his chest is shown before we fade to black. A quick flash of the WCWA logo before the PPV cuts all the way out.

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I don’t remember the booking behind this match AT ALL, but I do remember the pre-match promo distinctly. It’s probably in my top 5 favorite promos I’ve ever written. This is from the “last” WCWA show ever, PPV 12 A Fall from Grace. It’s not the best match on the card, but it is the most historically significant because this was WCWA’s most turbulent time. A Fall from Grace was supposed to be the final show much in the same vein that Helter Skelter was, except with A Fall from Grace, I went through with it. WCWA was done. I eventually “rebooted” WCWA in a way, except I continued where I left off. Exiting in the reboot were any TNA or WWE signed wrestlers who shouldn’t have been there in my timeline. Spanky Brian Kendrick, Samoa Joe, CM Punk, Joey Styles, Kurt Angle, and maybe a few others. People questioned how I was going to continue when I was getting rid of pretty much the entire top of my card, and my lead announcer, but I think ultimately WCWA came out for the best. Because the next PPV featured the first Eddie Kingston vs. Chris Hero match, and that feud has been going ever since.

From 2008? 2009? A Fall from Grace..

As we cut back to the ring, “Miseria Cantare” by AFI to a resounding chorus of boos from the crowd. CM Punk steps out onto the stage, the WCWA International title strapped around his waist, upside down.

JH: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCWA International championship of the world! Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty one pounds, he is drug free, alcohol free, and better than you.. he is the reigning WCWA International champion, he is CM PUNK!

As House finishes his long introductions, Punk slides into the ring under the bottom rope, quickly going to the corner for a quick pose, calling for his music to be cut off and demanding a microphone. At ringside, the time keeper is reluctant to give up his mic.

JS: And here I thought XWF’s time keeper was a dick..

SD: Just be grateful they don’t have Green Lantern Fan down there..

The time keeper finally forfeits his microphone, which Punk snatches away post haste. Standing in the center of the ring, Punk starts to speak, but is almost inaudible over heckling from the crowd.

CM: Tonight is a night to mark on your calendar. Tonight..

Punk pauses as one particularly loud fan in the front row continues to holler.

CM: Sit down and shut the

up. You traded in your food stamps to buy the ticket to see me and pawned your crack rock to buy a plate of nachos, now listen to what I have to say!

The crowd showers Punk in a chorus of boos, which seems to leave him absolutely gleeful.

CM: As I was saying before that

ing queer started screaming about internet bullcrap, yes, I am here. I grace you ignorant, good for nothing, trash wrestling marks with my presence. For what reason, I have no idea, because I’m sure as hell not getting paid around here any more.

A few hecklers on the far left side of the ring unite and begin a chant of “OVER-RATED”. Punk looks their way with a smirk on his face.

CM: Riddle me this, you paid your $30 to come here, and took time off from your valuable job which sees you sitting on a computer all day and writing on Myspace about how my girlfriend is the hottest girl in the world and how you wish you could get with a girl as hot as her, now shut the

up and let me finish my god damn promo!

The crowd boos restlessly as Punk continues.

CM: Tonight, I wrestle a fat man with big boobs who sells ribs. Really.. I’m serious! I’m not joking!! I’m wrestling a fat man who sells ribs. And here I thought the Bushwhackers were unavailable.. Tonight, I retain my title, that’s obvious. I just hope I don’t hurt the poor guy too badly, because abuse on senior citizens is not fun. I thank you for your time, and remember..

Punk is cut off as “Dirty Deeds” by AC/DC begins to play, which causes Punk to do a quick spin and drop the microphone, quickly stretching his wrists. Punk stares up the ramp for a moment until Abdullah the Butcher makes his entrance, coming through the curtain with some guidance from referee Mike Reynolds.

JH: Making his way to the ring, from the Sudan, weighing in tonight at three hundred and eighty two pounds, he is “The Madman from the Sudan” and a legend in professional wrestling, he is Abdullah the BUTCHER!

With this, Abdullah speeds up his trek to the ring, moving at a pace considerably slower than Punk traveled, to such a degree that referee Mike Reynolds keeps up shortly behind him with a standard walk. Abby gets to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, rolling right into an ambush of stomps from CM Punk. Senior referee Jason Verdoes calls for the bell and the match begins.

SD: How is Abby going to beat Punk if he can't find the

ing ring?

JS: He's new here. What do you expect?

SD: Well, assuming we're paying him, he should be able to find a

ing ring.

Abby is slow to get back to his feet as Punk stomps wildly. Abby is up to his knees and Punk catches him with a palm strike, Abby counters with a palm strike of his own and Punk takes a wild fall backwards. Abby is back up to his feet and Punk meets him. Punk comes in for a series of forearms on the big man, but the Butcher stands through these and grabs Punk by the head, nailing a head butt, sending Punk backwards and to the mat.

JS: The last time I saw Punk bouncing around like this...

SD: Was that video with Maria...

JS: Will you stop?

SD: Tell me you wouldn't want to see that...

JS: I didn't say that. I just said 'Will you stop?'.

Punk back to his feet and he comes at Abby again, running in but ends up cut off from an elbow to the stomach. Punk is doubled over and this gives Abby the time to pull out his signature fork. The crowd roars with approval as Abdullah swings his fork towards Punk’s forehead in a stabby motion, but Punk is able to sidestep, kicking Abby in the mid section. The Butcher fumbles the fork.

SD: FUMBLE!

JS: I thought your football days were over...

SD: He dropped the fork Styles!

JS: Could be worse.

SD: You're right. He could've dropped the soap!

Punk grabs Abby and attempts an Irish whip, but he can’t get the Madman from the Sudan to budge. Punk instead opts for the old thumb to the eye, followed by a knee to the gut. Abby doubles over for a moment, but comes back up and screeches at Punk. Punk backs away, but it’s to no avail because Abby nails him with an elbow.

JS: I think he's going to try to kill him...

SD: That or he thinks Punk's a sandwich...

JS: I swear, you make the sandwich joke, I will have you out of here!

SD: Geez Styles, step on my punch line.

JS: Besides, Abby prefers ribs to sandwiches..

SD: But not even GOOD ribs!

The sound of a headset smashing down is all that’s heard as Punk gets back to his feet quickly and running at Abby, but he runs right into another elbow. Punk stays on the mat for a moment following this elbow and Abby goes to the ropes. Coming back in at a near walk, Abdullah tries for his patented Abby elbow, but Punk was playing possum and he rolls out of the way.

SD: Apparently, I'm on my own here.

ing baby. Anyway, Abby misses the elbow, and that may be an WCWA first. He did his own slow motion version of the move. What is he, 70? Jesus Christ.

Punk back to his feet and he is pointing to his head. Punk into the ropes and he comes back, dropping a big knee on Abdullah right to his rotund mid section. Punk with a cover attempt, but Abby kicks out at the count of two.

JS: Quick knee drop by Punk gets two.

SD: Sounds like you finally decided to rejoin us.

JS: Must you be such an ass?

SD: Yes. It's in my contract. If you don't believe me, I can show you.

JS: I'll take your word for that.

Punk is back to his feet, Abby is trying, Punk comes in with a step up enziguri, drilling Abby in the back of the head with a brutal kick. The Butcher crumbles to the mat and Punk goes down for a quick cover, 1.…2.… referee Jason Verdoes says Abdullah kicked out at two.

SD: I don't think it's a bright idea to hit Abby in the head.

JS: Why's that?

SD: There's nothing there. It's not going to pin him.

JS: Sometimes I wonder the same thing about you.

SD: Thanks for caring, Joey. But I'm good.

Punk is up and frustrated and he goes to the fork that Abdullah previously brought into play. Punk goes after Abby with the eating utensil in hand. Referee Jason Verdoes gets between Punk and Abby and forces the champ to surrender the weapon. Punk does so and Verdoes goes to the far side of the ring to discard of the item. As soon as the referee turns his back, Punk signals something to the crowd and a man in a long sleeve purple shirt, white slacks, and a white tie jumps the barrier, a briefcase in hand.

JS: What the hell?

SD: What, Styles?

JS: You know who that is, Shane?

SD: No. I was hoping you would.

JS: It's Dave Prazak! Punk and Prazak go back a long way! Prazak’s even involved in the legendary “Goldbond Mafia”

Dave Prazak gets to ringside, quickly shoving his briefcase in to Punk, who grabs the holder and clobbers Abby. The Butcher does a slow fall to the mat and Punk tosses the briefcase back out to Prazak, who hides at ringside. Punk goes down for a cover and Abby is out from the briefcase shot for an easy count of three.

SD: Cheat to win, Styles!

JS: Punk did exactly that. He knew he couldn't beat Abby, so he enlisted one of his old buddies to help him survive 'A Fall From Grace' with the belt!

SD: It's like I've said before, Joey. Win if you can, lose if you must...

JS: But always cheat?

SD: Well, yes. And Punk did just that. Like it or not, C.M. Punk is still the WCWA International champion.

“Miseria Cantare” by AFI begins to play over the P/A system as Punk retreats from the ring quickly, gathering up the International championship belt as he escapes. Midway up the ramp, Abdullah the Butcher starts to stir in the ring, noticeably bleeding from the forehead. Referee Jason Verdoes decides not to risk being alone with the bloody madman and follows Punk’s lead with a quick escape. Punk poses at the top of the ramp with the International championship as we cut backstage, to the BLK Out locker room.

I’d like to thank everyone who read this compilation and I’d like to genuinely thank everyone who’s been with WCWA over the last nine years. Whether you’ve read one show or all of them (and the only person who’s read all of them, is me), you are a very important part of WCWA, because without the people reading this stuff here and the various other places that WCWA has been posted over the years, it wouldn’t be much of a series. It’d just be my own inane fan fiction. With an audience, it feels like this imaginary world really exists and for that, I thank you. Here’s to another decade of decadence.

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WCWA Hall of Fame 2 + 9 Year Compilation Jul 15, 2013 16:04:06 GMT -5

Post by ICW on Jul 15, 2013 16:04:06 GMT -5

This was freaking AWESOME. I love love love that ladder match, definitely the greatest match you've ever written (in my opinion).

Your Hall of Fame class is loaded with talent. The entry on Trent Acid was definitely touching; one of my very first memories of reading WCWA involved Allison Danger leading The Backseats to the ring.

The rest of the compilation was just fantastic. THANK YOU for this, my friend.