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[thejman93]

*Commercial*

Dudley: Guess what, Pat?

Pat: What?

Dudley: It's Bombshell time!

Pat: Sweet!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWRJAHaOrYg"]Katie[/URL]

Katie walks down to the ring to a great welcome from the crowd

Patrick Riley: Here comes our #1 contender to Nikki Belzova's Bombshells Championship.

Dudley Erickson: She looks perky and looks to speak, so the crowd should love that.

Katie: I feel so alive winning a shot at the JBW Bombshells Championship.

Crowd cheers

Katie: I know I got what it takes to beat Nikki for the gold and I feel like I'm on top of the world and can take on anything and anyone.

I will be the next JBW Bombsh-

Faith LeFlur

Faith LeFlur walks out on stage and waves to the fans to a pretty good pop from the crowd. She then walks down the ramp, grabs a mic from the announcers table and makes here way into the ring.

Dudley Erickson: She was eliminated in the Bombshells Battle Royale, but boy did she go down swinging.

Patrick Riley: Got that right and she looks to ready to speak, so let's listen to what she has to say.

Faith: Sorry to interrupt you Katie- I'm Faith.

Faith offers her hand to Katie who accepts it

Faith: Congrats on winning the Battle Royal at Blood Harvest. There were a lot of tough women in that match. Unfortunately I got tossed out before I got to make an impact- but it took 3 women to get rid of little ole me.

So I'd like to try to prove myself here again. And there is no one better than to prove myself but against the number one contender to Nikki's belt- you. How about it?

The crowd eagerly awaits Katie's answer

Katie: You know what? Let's do it and you're right about not getting the chance to show yourself off in the battle royal so if you can beat me tonight, I'll gladly give my shot to you. How does that sound?

Faith: Wow, thats very generous. A lot more than I was asking for- but sure why not. Lets tear this house down, lets show the guys in the back that us girls belong in the ring too. Lets entertain these good fans.

A referee soon arrives in the ring gand calls for the bell

Patrick Riley: Wow, we got ourselves an impromptu Bombshells match with the #1 contender spot to to the JBW Bombshells Championship on the line.

Dudley Erickson: Just goes to show anything can happen on JBW.

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Lita (Leflur) vs Katie (Stratus); Ignore title

Start at 3:10 - Stop at 8:45

Patrick Riley: Katie almost had it right there but LeFlur will not quit.

Katie picks up LeFLur an rebound her off the ropes but LeFLur is one step ahead and actually uses the momentum off the rope to surprise Katie with Lil Boot (Big Boot) out of nowhere

Dudley Erickson: Oh my Jabe!!! She nearly took her head off.

LeFlur covers.....

.........1

................2

.............2.50580450858308..........

.......!!!!!.........3!!!!!

Black: Here is your winner and new challenger for the JBW Bombshells Championship, Faith....LeFLur!!!!!!

Dudley Erickson: Faith did it, now Belzova has to worry that as she won here tonight, the same might happen to her soon.

Patrick Riley: Oh yeah, Belzova is in for a fight with LeFlur for sure. Let's continue with the show.

[thejman93]

Pat: Well, as the ladies clear out, I wonder what's nex-

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Pat: Oh my, it's Gillz!

*The music hits and Gillz swaggers to the ring with a mic in hand*

*The crowd is booing mercilessly*

G: well it seems all you people don't appreciate the greatness that is stood before you in this very ring right now, and you know what i don't think anyone in this building does either, especially the so called wrestlers in the back, ive been here for a far shorter time than some of the other here and all I've had is disrespect from them, from management and from you people in your seats.

But you see since i cant go and beat some sense into all of you people one by one, ive hatched a far better idea, some of you will need to listen real carefully because you may not understand this, but what im going to do is issue an open challenge, to whom you may ask, well its simple, its a challenge to no specific person, im going to give any lucky person to chance to step in the ring with me, all they have to do is get up off there ass and walk down to the ring, no strings attached, no catch just a one on one match with me
this is a once in a lifetime oppertunity people, right now everyone should be jumping to get in the ring with me,

Now i see, your all too scared, you all know that the match would be over before it even begins, because i have the edge, both mentally and physically, everyone knows it, so im going to just give myself this victory, im going to count to ten, when the count is over i will be declared winner, whether you people like it or not, so here we go

One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five ... Six ... Sev-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=gROfnYCSBhw

*The crowd explodes with cheers as Burn It Down explodes through the speakers, and then the TWE Champion Darius runs through the curtains posing for the fans. Darius stands on the stage and places his championship on his shoulder, looks at it, and then stares at Gillz. Darius walks down the ramp and then climbs into the ring and is handed a microphone.*

Darius: Gillz ... We meet again, but on a different playground this time. I'm sure you remember me ... A few weeks ago over at TWE, you and I had an EWNCW Proving Grounds match ... I lost.

*The crowd boos a bit and Darius shrugs his shoulders*

Darius: Hey, I would have won if there wasn't outside interference. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is I want my rematch, but not for proving grounds, no. I just want a one on one match against you, Gillz, so I can prove to everyone why I am am a force truly to be reckoned with. I had you beat Gillz, and tonight I want to prove that. So here I am Gillz ... The TWE World Champion Van Darius here by ACCEPTS your open challenge!

*The crowd explodes with cheers at the challenge being accepted. Darius smiles and looks around the arena.*

Darius: You know what, I really like you people! Both the TWE and JBW audience are awesome and truly know how to treat me with respect, and that is why I respect you! The tools of a crowd at IWA are disrespectful though, so they get my sour side! But anyway ... It is great to finally be here on Killzone! I may have come up short at the PPV, but of course, Van the Cheat Hooligan got one over on me AGAIN. That doesn't matter though, ALL IN THE PAST! I am here to make a statement, and I am here for gold!

*The crowd pops*

Darius: So tonight folks, you get to see Darius vs. Gillz once again, but this time ... I will win! I promise you that! And you all know me, when I make a promise, I keep that promise. Tonight I will pin Gillz ... One, two, three. Hell, I may even just make you tap out Gillz ... Either way, I will be the one with my hand raised!

*Darius looks to Gillz*

Darius: I'll see you later, Gillz. Get ready.

*Darius smirks and drops the microphone to a pop from the crowd*

[S.E. Zero]

The crowd gives "The Puerto Rican Nightmare" a very mixed reaction that actually seems to be positive as fans are glad he is ok after the incident at Blood Harvest

Patrick Riley: Are these fans actually glad to see Jason Alexander? I never thought I'd see the day.

Dudley Erickson: Me either but let's just what they have to say when Alexander speaks.

Jason Alexander is in the ring and handed a mic, looking to speak his mind

Alexander: You know I honestly can't believe I'm here.

Crowd cheers and jeers Alexander before he continues to speak

Alexander: And it's not because I survived the ordeal of falling over 50 feet in the air along with Juarez crashing into some tables. Oh no. I knew how that would end.

I knew I'd be back in fighting shape in no time because I'm an Alexander, it's in my blood to survive and adapt, always learning from my success and my failures to become better and stronger than before but that's not what has me rattled.

Honestly just reliving that moment when I was hanging in the air, knowing my demise still haunts me a bit but I knew if I was going down I'd as sure take Juarez with me and I thought that would be the end of things but to my surprise....the son of a bitch still stands.

That's what got me rattled, how this pitiful excuse of a man also known as a Mexican can still stand.

Crowd boos intensely at the mention of Juarez's name

Alexander: I'll give him this, he's one tough son of a bitch but believe me, I'm as tough as they come and I'll be sure to break him down mind, body and soul because I can, because I want to and because I need to. This pedazo de mierda (piece of shit) thinks he's better than me and if there's one thing I can't tolerate is people saying that about me without merit, without having the guts to face me like a man in this ring and taking me to my limit and then some before I succumb to defeat.

Juarez has done nothing to makes his claim of being better than me nothing more than a dream. A dream which I will make sure he wakes up from with me haunting his every thought when I destroy him in this ring.

Say what you want about my actions, say what you want about my attitude and say what you want about not believing me to be the best but in the end you are simply lying to yourselves just like Juarez is lying to himself if he ever thinks he can defeat me.

Cheers now turn to boos after Alexander's last statement

Alexander: He wants people to remember the name? The only name he'll ever remember is Jason Alexander when he hears it being announced loud and fucking clear when I defeat him in my house, JBW!!!




Patrick Riley: Here comes Eddie Juarez!

Dudley Erickson: Why is he coming out here now? Alexander has the floor!

Patrick Riley: After the hellacious fall at Blood Harvest, it’s great to see he’s okay.

Eddie Juarez walks out to a mixed reaction himself, but more boos than cheers. He walks down the ramp with a small smirk on his face, and grabs a microphone from the steel steps, as he climbs through the ropes and faces Alexander.

Juarez: You are so full of shit.

The fans in the arena pop for Juarez’s statement.

Juarez: It’s in your blood to survive? It’s in your blood to fight and get back from injuries so fast? Well guess what Alexander...we both fell from that stage, and we’re both standing here right now. The only difference is...I’m going to be telling the truth and you’re making people believe they’re fortunate to see you and that if I come out here, it won’t be as fortunate for me.

Let me tell you right now esse, you and I are both fortunate to be standing in this ring. We both went through those tables, we both had to get back to fighting fitness and I guarantee you’re acting strong but I know you’re still feeling the pain- because that’s exactly what I’m doing.

You’re damn right I’m still standing, and I’m going to still be standing when I’ve wiped the floor with you, when I’ve made certain that your blood is stained into this canvas, when you’re crying in hospital because your career is in serious jeopardy homes.


The fans boo Juarez but there are still some cheers from the Alexander-hating fans.

Juarez: Now I said I’m going to tell the truth, and the fact is, you can fight. You’re the toughest challenge of my career so far. There’s not a single man in that back that you can’t hang with in this ring- that you can’t hang with on the microphone. But I’ll be damned if I allow you the opportunity to act like a coward, come out to this ring and try to intimidate me.

If you’re going to make threats towards me Jason, why don’t you be a man and do it to my face?


Another mixed reaction as Juarez shakes his head a little before continuing.

Juarez: Oh but of course, you’re Jason Alexander! You don’t do being a man do you? You attack people from behind, you make out that you’re some big shot guy with standards and that I’m just a Mexican freak that has no standards whatsoever, but that’s not the case with us is it Jason?

Now for those in the audience that have no idea of the issue between Jason & I, I’m going to cast your minds back to May. HWA Do or Die- and I had a problem with two guys very familiar to JBW- The Panzer Division- and I needed a partner. I knew I needed a partner as despicable and conniving as I am- so what did I do? I called up Jason Alexander.

Jason accepted my invitation on the spot. And let’s be honest right now Jason, you were lucky that my back was turned that night, that I was trusting of you that night- because you knocked me clean out with The Darkest Nightmare.

And had I known what was going to happen, would I have invited you to Do or Die? Yes. Would it have happened? No. What would have happened Jason? I would have torn your fucking face off.

The fans give another huge mixed reaction as Juarez steps forwards.

Juarez: JBW is your house? Well let me be perfectly honest right now homes, it doesn’t matter that we’re in JBW. I would have gotten you back any time, any place, anywhere. And it just so happened you were in JBW.

It could have been anywhere- it could have been EWNCW, it could have been IWA, it could have been TWE, it could have been EWA, it could have been WWE, it could have been TNA, it could have been ROH, it could have been AAA, it could EVEN have been BITW- it could have been absolutely anywhere.

But it isn’t, it’s in JBW- and that’s the sole purpose I have right now. I’m going to destroy you- and I’m going to leave you a shell of your former self.

Alexander laughs

Alexander: You know, Juarez, I am in a bit of pain. Pain of knowing you will remain a thorn in my side. I have no reason to be nothing more than what I am, the best.

You do love to bring back that moment in time. Do or Die. *Alexander gives a coy smile much to ire of Juarez* I love how it still plagues your mind what happened that day. How you say had you actually a functioning brain in that skull and knew what was going to happen, which let's face it you were never, ever going to figure out; you would rip my face off.


Alexander laughs again to the boos and cheers of the crowd

Alexander: Quit kidding yourself, Juarez. Being as smart, as ruthless and as on my top of my game as I am to this day and was at Do or Die, is something you'll never be. I'm sorry to burst your bubble in what you think you can actually accomplish against me but if it's revenge you want, I got one thing to say.

Give it your best shot.

And to make things better, rather than waiting for you to muster every ounce of courage in you to challenge me to a match, I will lay it out there. You wanna face me? Name the time and place. Hell, even choose what match we'll have for all I care because in the end, you know and I know it won't matter.

I'm making a vow, directly to you that when you face you face me right here in this squared circle where some of the best matches have been had, you won't be as lucky as you were at Do or Die or even when we went through those tables not long ago and if you think that's a threat, you're wrong.

Threats are for those who look to give their enemies an insight of things to come but the only thing coming for you, is a world of pain at the hands of Jason Alexander. That is a guarantee.

So what do you say, pendejo (pussy)? You ready to get to get in the ring with Jason Alexander 1 on 1? To settle this once and for all?


Juarez strokes his chin with his hand and looks around at the crowd before returning his stare to Alexander.

Juarez: Okay esse, if that’s how you want it. Time & Place? Resurrection.

The fans pop loudly as the match is set.

Juarez: As for a stipulation, I feel as though it isn’t needed. I feel as though I wanna beat you on pure wrestling skill. So Destroyer of Dreams, I’ll see you at Resurrection. Where you’re going to come across the most challenging obstacle in the history of your career. That obstacle will be me....Eddie Juarez.

REMEMBER THE NAME!

Both men stare down as we cut to a commercial break.

[S.E. Zero]

Darren Black: The following contest is set for one fall, intrducing first from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at 208 pounds; He is the man simply known as......Gillz!!!!



Gillz is received by many boos as he heads to the ring and looks set for action.

Dudley Erickson: Gillz, a former world champion is one of a competitor. Though not a fan favorite to say the least.

Patrick Riley: He is gonna work hard to gain the fans appreciation even if he is a former world champion.

Darren Black: and his opponent from Albany, New York, weighing in at 235 lbs.; He is "The Innovator of Insanity" DARIUS!!!!!!!!!!



The crowd comes alive as Darius comes out and rallies the crowd as he heads to the ring.

Patrick Riley: What a reaction he causes from the fans, they certainly love the action Darius can provide.

Dudley Erickson: He has impressed wherever he goes, JBW will be no different.



Darius (Styles) vs Gillz (Williams) (Ignore Demore)

2:36 - 7:50

Patrick Riley: Darius with a huge pele kick to Gillz, a move Gillz himself is known for.

Both men are down as the ref starts his 10 count.

1...........2...............3.................4... ............5.....

Darius begins to reach his using the ropes.....6....7.......

Gillz does the same......8.....

Both men beat the 10 count and lock eyes, though tired rush to the middle of the ring and begin to trade shots, left and right.

Gillz
Darius
Gillz
Darius
Gillz
Darius

and the crowd goes wild.

Dudley Erickson: What a fight we're seeing from both men.

Darius gets the and begins to rock Gillz back towards pushing him against to send him bouncing off the ropes before he does the same opposite to Gillz and connects a big time Running Big Boot and calls for the end to the delight of the crowd.

Dudley Erickson: What move will he do, he's got an arsenal of them.

Darius go to his nearest and waits for Gillz to rise to his before connecting with.....

Patrick Riley: SPEAR!!!! HolyJose, Gillz was snapped in half.

The ref covers.......1..........2.................3!!!!!!!

Darren Black: Here is your winner Darius!!!!!!

Patrick Riley: What a win for Darius here tonight.

Dudley Erickson: Indeed it was, and we are expected to hear form the new JBW Unified World Tag Team Champions in just a bit so be sure to keep an eye out for that folks.

[S.E. Zero]

As Their music hits, Black Blooded ride out, Vivica as always on the back on Mr. Black's bike and on the back of Mr. Blood's is a flag with Black Blooded's emblem emblazoned on it

WILL INSERT EMBLEM LATER (sorry about that)

Each bike also has one of the JBW Tag Team title belts wrapped around the base of the handlebars, resting on the headlight. They ride down the ramp, circling the ring twice before parking, pulling their title belts from their bikes, both men hop in the ring where Vivica joins them with a couple of microphones

Mr. Blood: Well would you fucking look at that, here we are, the Dominant Predators of this industry, right the fuck where we belong, on top of the mountain, looking down at all of those little peons, while holding some of the largest, most obscenely rich contracts imaginable.

Mr. Black: Gotta love the new management

Mr. Blood: That's right, as I am sure has been leaked all over those filth-smeared tubes known as the internet, JBW is under new management, and that management was willing to part with a great, great, great deal of cold, hard cash to have us flown out and try to save that trainwreck of a group of nobodies and doddering old morons they call a tag division. See, in just the few months we have been back stateside, we have re-established our reputation as the single toughest team there is, the guys you call when you need to raise the fucking bar, and separate the predators, from the prey.

Mr. Black: Cull the herd.

Mr. Blood: And that is exactly what we did at Blood Harvest 2. We rode in, with about a day's notice by the way, and did what we do best. Kicked some asses and won the fucking Gold. Every single one of those jelly-brained, lily-livered pansy-ass sons of bitches know that they don't have what it takes to face us, hell, even with three other teams in the mix, Black Blooded rose to the fucking top. We are the single best fucking tag team to ever grace you penniless, sister-fucking redneck fans and every time you see us or hear our bikes you should thank God that he has seen fit to at least give you one memory worth keeping in your pathetic existences.

Mr. Black: We are That Damn Good.

Mr. Blood: There is not a single team here, be it two men, three men, four men, whatever, that is the equal of Black and I, and every single team that tries to take these belts from us is in for a world of fucking hurt.

We are here for two reasons, to make a shitload of money, and to drag you bunch of howling fucking savages into the light. By fuck Black Blooded is going to save this shithole of a tag division, and this company, and there ain't a damn thing on God's Green Earth that anyone can do to stop us. It's time to step up boys, let's see what you got.

Mr. Blood looks like he is going to say more, but just then, the music of the Panzer Division hits, cutting him off.



PANZER DIVISION

Karl and Oli Panzer walk down the ramp with beers in hand. They stop at Mr Black and Mr Bloods bikes and place the now empty cans on the seats, then they grab mics from a stage hand , then climb into the ring.

Karl Panzer: Somebody call for us? Now Mr Black and Mr Blood, we all know why JBW brought you in- your lovely lady there brings in ratings. As far as you guys winning the belts on your first night here- great job- Oli and I salute you. Really, we do. But you the saviors of the tag team division here? That’s a fucking joke.. You win the belts in HWA, the dump shuts down. You win the belts in ICW, that dump shuts down too. You guys. I sense a pattern there. Saviors? No, you’re the death of tag team wrestling. The old management would have never in a million years signed the guys that killed two companies. I guess we should be looking for new employment next month.

Oli: But Karl…….

Karl: Just kidding Oli- seriously though. Black Blooded, you like to call yourselves the dominant predators and that you want to save this division. The only thing that is wrong with this division is you guys. You may have got lucky winning the belts on your debut, but you guys don’t represent the division that well at all- all these JBW fans have followed your pathetic career. They know, like us, you guys are a flash in the pan. You don’t have staying power. You don’t give a shit about anything but yourselves. You don’t fight with honour. You see, Oli and I are the true saviors here. We will bring prestige back to this company

Oli: And I know just where we can start- at the next PPV called Resurrection . It will be there were tag team wrestling will be reborn. Black Blooded’s reign will be over before you know it. And we will send you guys packing before your curse infects this place

Karl: So what do you guys say? Let us put you out of your misery.



JMAN

Jman: Oh no you don't, you guys will face off against one another....at Resurrection. That is an official ruling.

You wanna go at it, do at another and at another place other than tonight. Now get the hell out if the ring.

Both teams stare down as we head to commercial.

[S.E. Zero]

Patrick Riley. We got a huge tag team bout already confirmed for Resurrection, that should be a blockbuster match. Now the JBW Unified World TV Championship will be on the line.

Darren Black: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the JBW Unified World Television Championship, introducing first the challenger. standing at five feet eight inches tall, weighing at 225 lbs, from Tokyo, Japan; "The Bird from Hell" Mikkkkeeeeeeee Hawwwwwkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!



Hawk, is bombarded with boos as he heads to the ring and screams out to the fans: I will be the new champion!!! which the crowd shows their opposing to by increasing the intensity of their boos.

Patrick Riley: Boo him as the fan are doing now, but Hawk has quickly risen to fame across various promotions and looks to do more of the same tonight.

Dudley Erickson: Winning a championship here tonight will certainly help in getting him noticed in Jabe.

Darren Black: and his opponent, introducing your JBW Unified World Television Champion, standing in at six feet tall, weighing in at 230 lbs.; from Oakland, California here is.........................Malcolllllmmmmmm Caggggggeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



The crowd show Cage their support with cheers as he enters the ring with his JBW Unified World TV Championship around his arm, posing for the crowd a bit and then handing it off to the ref.

Dudley Erickson: One of Jabe's finest set to defend his championship again, he has been quite the champion never backing down from a fight.

Patrick Riley: Indeed, let's see what these two stars put on display with the gold on the line.



Cage (RVD) vs Hawk (Taz)

Stop at 10:18

Patrick Riley: Hawk clotheslined the living hell out of Cage!!!

Hawk wastes no time and goes to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and calls for the end....

Dudley Erickson: This could be The Phoenix Splash!!!

Hawk leaps of the off the ropes but Cage moves out of the way however Hawk lands on his feet only to get kicked in the midsection and Cage grabs his head quickly and goes or The Caged Aggression (Sliced Bread #2) and connects going for the pin....1...............2..............-

Hawk places his foot on the ropes!!!

Patrick Riley: Smart move from Hawk. He just kept his hance at becoming a champion tonight alive.

Cage cannot believe it but is quick to pick up Hawk and go for the Incarceration (Turnbuckle Tornado DDT) but Hawk comes alive at the last second avoiding the by pushing Cage into the turnbuckle, slamming his chest hard.

Hawk now hits an enziguiri, and Cage is rocked leaving Hawk wide open to secure and connect The Mayhem Driver (Fisherman Driver)!!!!

Dudley Erickson: This is it!!!

Hawk covers......1....................2................ ......3!!!!!!!!!

Darren Black: Here is your winner.....and NEW!!!!! JBW Unified World Television Champion..........Mike!!!! Hawk!!!!!!!!!

Dudley Erickson: New champion!!! Wow....JBW never fails to impress.

Patrick Riley: Neither does Hawk. He's quite star and his futture in JBW i one that people will definitely need to look out for. Cage cannot let this loss keep him down either, we'll see where he goes from here. Let's continue the show.

[S.E. Zero]

Back from the commercial we go backstage where we see Malcolm Cage walking, Stacy Mitchell, our backstage interviewer, rushes behind him trying to catch up.

Stacy Mitchell: Malcolm Cage... Malcolm Cage!

Stacy catches up to Cage who seems upset and frustrated

Mitchell: Malcolm Cage, tonight you lost your TV title. How do you feel?

Cage: Seriously, how do I feel? How do you think I feel. I feel like shit. Apparently some little shit can just walk into this company and gain a shot at a title I have held for six months. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening with JBW but something needs to change.

Cage starts to walk away, but comes back more angry than before.

Do you know how long it took me to get that title? Do you Stacy?

Mitchell: I don’t know.

Cage: It took me close to a year, a whole fucking year, just to get a shot at the title. Not to mention the time it took me to actually win it. And now Hawk can just come in and compete for it no sweat?

You want to talk about respect, HUH? You want to talk about a lack of respect? All these new guys coming in and what does Malcolm Cage get? Nothing. I get no respect. It’s just like old JBW all over again for Malcolm Cage, no respect, no nothing! I’m back at the bottom of the fucking barrel. JBW original, been around longer than any of these other guys, and I get as much respect as a fucking fan. I will not go back to that, not again.

Cage starts to walk away in a fit of rage, as he turns around he runs into The Prophecy, who simply gives Cage a rather intense look of disappointment before walking away leaving Cage with more ire than before, punching a wall in the process actually cracking it before walking away himself.

Patrick Riley: Wow, what a powerful silent message from The Prophecy silent, that look said mor than most will know.

Dudley Erickson: Cage felt that judgmental stare and expressed his anger actually cracking a wall. What will happen when and if these 2 meet again. We shall see, right now we are set to hear from JBW Underground Champion, Rob Rage.

[S.E. Zero]

At the sound of the music of the new and first JBW Underground Champion the JBW crowd erupts into a HUGE cheer! As the final chords of London Bridge is Falling Down come to an end, Rob Rage bursts through the curtain to an even louder pop as the song transitions into the Oasis classic. In one hand, raised above his head, he’s clasping the new championship, the JBW Underground Championship, and in his other he’s carrying a mic.

As he walks out onto the stage, he lets out a roar in response to the matching sound of the crowd, then just smiles as he looks out at all his supporters in the crowd. After just taking it all in for a few seconds, he shakes his head and throws the belt over his shoulder, before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Mid way down he spots a group of fans on the front row who are waving the Union Flag. Rob smiles and walks over to them, turns around and leans into them, letting them embrace him from over the barrier and take pictures showing them together.

After this, Rob takes a run up and hops up onto the apron from the floor, then climbs up onto the second turnbuckle on the outside, then rolls over the top rope into the ring. He then stands in the dead centre of the ring, takes the title off of his shoulder, takes it in both hands and raises it high above his head to yet another tremendous pop.

As the crowd finally quietens down, he hoists the championship belt over his shoulder, and begins to speak

Rage: Well damn! Does it feel good to be back or what? *Crowd pop yet again* And hell, I’ve been away a while, but I’m back now, and I’m back to stay. *Crowd show their support* But while I’ve been gone… a lot of things have changed. But you know what? What they say is true: the more things change, the more things stay the same.

I’m not standing in this ring as a tag team competitor now, I’m a singles competitor now. There may have been a change of management. This may not be R(ob) and Kash’s show any more, this is Eddie and J’s house now. This may not be Warfare, or Mayhem, or even Showdown any more. This is Kill Zone now! But I tell you what, through all this, is still the same. This is still JBW! I am still Rob Rage! And I am still standing tall right in the middle of this here ring! Oh, and almost forgot, another thing that’s changed, I’ve got a nice shiny championship belt over my shoulder now.

Now that brings me onto the main reason I’m out here: this here belt. The JBW Underground Championship. My championship!

You see, I’ve been hearing whispers in the locker room. I’ve been reading posts on the message boards. I’ve been hearing chatter in the crowds. And do you know what they’ve been saying? Do you know what the recurring theme is throughout all of it?

They’re saying I’ve been screwed!

Yep, that’s right. Me. Rob Rage. The Best of British. Being screwed. Well, that’s a new one, because I hadn’t noticed. That’s not a great position to be in, you know, and I even got a little worried. So I looked deeper into what they were saying, to see if it had any truth. And this is what they said.


"Pulls out a piece of paper from his jeans pocket”

At the risk of sounding like Michael Cole… And I quote

“Rob Rage, who just happens to be my all-time favourite wrestler…”

Rob looks up, and shrugs cheekily

“... was screwed last WARFare! He walked in and won the biggest match of his career, winning his first World Heavyweight Championship, and then straight after that he went on to defend it and, superhumanly, he manage to defend it. So not only did he win a world title, he defended it successfully that same night. So will somebody explain to me how the hell that, by the end of the night that he’s holding onto a secondary title in the Underground Championship!? Rage got SCREWED!”

You see, that’s where they’re wrong. This title right here ain’t secondary to nothing! This title here, the JBW Underground Championship, MY championship, is going to be in the forefront of everybody’s mind! Sure, it may not be a world title, but I’ll be damned if I don’t give it every single bit of prestige that this title deserves.

And how am I going to do that? Well that’s simple. I’m going to take on any and all challengers; and with the roster Jabe’s got, this title will soon be the thing to go for. I’m not going to be ducking and diving. You won’t see me dodging any bullets; I’ll take them all head on, and plough through them on my way to the top.

I don’t care who you are. Main eventer, mid carder, up and comer, I’ll take you all on. You could be a former world champion, a tag team specialist, a fellow champion, hell even a debutant. If you can get in this here ring and wrestle me, I’ll put this title on the line and take you on. Because I’m Rob Rage, I’m the Best of British, and that’s just how I roll.

[S.E. Zero]

As Rage finishes issuing his open challenge to the locker room, another British voice is heard through the speakers.

???: Enough! I think we've all heard quite enough of your listless and monotonous ramblings, dullard. It's time for a REAL linguist to address this situation.

The fans seem confused, Rage raises an eyebrow and tilts his head at the familiar sounding voice, waiting patiently.

???: Do you not recognise me Robert? You should, after all it was you who brought my world crashing down around me rather abruptly in JBW's former rival company, EWNCW.

The hardcore Jabe fans boo at the mention of EWNCW, but grow even louder when the music hits.



The name "Arthur Lansdale" lights up the big screen as Hysteria blares around the arena, drowning out the tide of disgust and discontent flooding in from the fans, hatred for Lansdale is not exclusive to the fans at EWNCW. The man himself strides out from behind the curtain, long blond hair slicked back and tied into a pony tail. Lansdale is dressed in a custom made suit, his signature family crest sewn onto the left side of the chest with custom made Lansdale cufflinks attached to the wrists.

He extends his arms, faking confusion at the reception he is receiving from the JBW faithful as he walks to the start of the ramp. He looks all around him, sinister smirk lining his faith as he looks over the great unwashed gathered before him, shaking his head slowly from side to side in disdain. Finally he shifts his gaze to Rob Rage in the ring, whose stare is fixed on Lansdale, the two glare at each other remembering full well the history they have.

Lansdale begins walking down the ramp but stops half way, shakes his head once more and then begins walking back up the ramp as the fans boo louder at his change of heart. Turning around once more at the top of the ramp to look at Rage, Lansdales smirk turns into a scowl as the two continue to stare each other down.

Finally Lansdale raises his microphone to his mouth to speak but is drowned out by the fans. He lowers the microphone and then raises it again only to be drowned out once more. Lansdale mouths to the fans 'I have all night, have you?'. After a few more moments of booing, an uneasy truce is reached as Lansdale begins tapping his watch and shrugging. He raises his microphone once more.

Lansdale: This may not be EWNCW, but I see the class of fan you attract is still disgustingly low, the phrase 'Scraping the bottom of the barrel' springs to mind. You all have so much to learn, decorum, style, manners.. and lucky for you I have the time to teach you, the Arthur Lansdale School of Class is officially open for business, right here in JBW!

The crowd find their voice again and begin to boo Lansdale, he endures the barrage before continuing.

Lansdale: Resistance is unnecessary, you have no choice in this matter.. you WILL listen and you WILL do as you are told. Arthur Lansdale.. Mr Arthur Lansdale to all of you.. is here to HELP you. And unlike a man with a very similar outlook on life to myself.. I will not be doing cartwheels to help me achieve my goals. You see I believe in the stick, over the carrot to drive a mule, so please believe me when I say that you WILL comply, and you WILL become better people for it.. I am here to change your lives, to help you achieve TRUE happiness.

Lansdale smirks at Rage who looks on patiently, waiting for Lansdale to get to his point.

Lansdale: However, there are some in this world who need more.. attention.. than others, and I see we have a prime example of this standing in the ring. Robert.. you do remember me do you not? I'm sure you do, what man could ever forget gaining a fortuitous victory over a man so superior to himself? The luck resided with you that day and there are NONE who can deny it.. but i'm afraid your luck as finally come to an end. You may be the JBW Underground Champion, but is that really something to be proud of? Come now Robert, surely you can see that you are simply the best of a bad bunch? Being proud of your position in this company is comparable to being the smartest in a family of Chimpanzee's.

The crowd boo loudly again as Lansdale speaks with arrogance and his own perceived superiority.

Lansdale: No.. perhaps that is a little harsh. I offer my full and frank apology to the Chimpazee, as comparing them to you Robert is indeed a grave insult. You see, you are nothing but a fraud, you are a liar and a fake, your words are like acid in the face of the truth. All of these dim wits and parasitic worms may lap up your every single word.. but Mr Arthur Lansdale is here to shed light upon the lies that you spread. You call yourself the 'Best of British', you lie to yourself and all of these people because you and I both know that the 'Best of British' is standing right here in front of you.

Lansdale extends his arms to the side and looks to the heavens as if basking in the sunlight. He turns his focus back to Rage.

Lansdale: You need only look upon my accomplishments to see that the words I say ring true. I am the greatest amateur wrestler that the world has ever seen. My dominance on that stage is comparable to that of Shakespears dominance of the world of theatre. I am the single most dangerous submission technician in professional wrestling today. I know them all, I know counters to your counters' counters.. when you step in the ring with Arthur Lansdale, you rarely forget it.

But as they say, just like the gaudy belt you drape over yourself.. talk is cheap. Arthur Lansdale is here to make change a reality to all of these people, and what better way to start things off than to make an example of you Robert. What better way to kick start their new lives than to show them what happens when we lie? You say you don't care who you face right there in that very ring, then so be it. Next week.. you WILL accept my challenge, and you WILL face me one on one in that ring.. and we WILL see who truly is the 'Best of British'.. And all of these people WILL see who it is that they should be idolising..

Lansdale lowers his microphone as the boos ring out around him. The two men glare at each other with the challenge laid down. Lansdale turns away and walks to the back with a smirk on his face.

[No_1eddiefan]

Pat: Well, folks, it’s been a hell of a night already but now, in our co-main events, the world title picture is going to clarify itself.

Dudley: Yup. First, Holy will destroy Shuriken in this number one contender’s match and, later, Van will shock the world and beat TDA for the World Championship.

Pat: I’ll give you credit, Duds, predictions like that take an incredible amount of balls to make. You’re completely wrong, though.

Dudley: I’m not wrong. Yo-



Dudley: Again? I know he’s the boss now, but Jman has to stop interrupting me.

Pat: Jman doesn’t have to do anything. Besides, it’ll be fun having him down here on commentary.

Dudley: Meh…

Whether Dudley wants him to or not, Jman is sitting down at the end of the commentary table and putting on a headset.

Jman: Boys! Been a helluva day for me, but this ain’t a bad way to end it.

Pat: Welcome, boss. And yes, this should be a fantastic match between two men you know very well.



Dudley: Here’s my pick! It’s Jose’ s time!

Jman: Yeah, Duds, as much as I respect Serra , I wouldn’t put it past Jose tonight.

Dudley: We agree on something? This really is a new era.

Jman: No doubt. You’re still an idiot, though.



Pat: Haha! You tell ‘em, boss! By the way, this guy is totally going to win tonight.

Jman: The way I see it, this whole match comes down to one thing. How much punishment is Jose willing to endure? If he can weather the storm of kicks, suplexes, submissions, and all around brutal offense from Shuri’, he’ll win. If not, he’ll be in the same position I was two weeks ago.

Dudley: You’ll see, Jose will handle everything Serra throws at him. Unlike somebody else at this table, I might add.

Jman: Watch it, Duders.

Pat: Ooookaaaayyy! This one is underway!

Co- Main Event: HolyJose vs. Ryusuke ‘Shuriken Blade’ Serra for the #1 contendership to the JBW World Heavyweight Championship


Dudley: I told you! Jose survived Shuri’s attack early on, and now he’s in complete control.

Jman: This is the best I’ve seen Jose in a long time.

Pat: TDA and Van have to be impressed by this performance.

Jose is, without a doubt, in complete control of this match. Now, with Shuriken down, we see Jose laying the boots to him. Not every kick is connecting flush, but they’re doing the job of wearing Serra down. Obviously, though, this kind of attack won’t net Jose the win. Knowing this, he drags Shuriken up by his hair and……..eats a spinning heel kick to the left temple! Holy collapse and Shuriken drops to one knee as the crowd goes nuts.

Jman: Damn! What a kick!

Pat: Here’s the cover!

One!

Two!

Thr- No!

Dudley: Yes! Jose’s got this!

Jman: I dunno, Duds, Serra is calling for it!

Indeed, Shuriken, with his hand slapping his knee, is calling for the Boma Ye. Jose staggers to his feet, Shuriken runs at him, leaps, and goes face first into the turnbuckle. In his attempt to get out of the way, though, Jose accidentally elbowed the referee in the head.

Jman: Oh, hell….

Now, with his opponent in perfect position for a frogsplash that would surely send Jose to the main event of Resurrection, there’s no referee. Holy tries to shake him awake, but that’s useless. Then, as if we can actually see the light bulb going off in Jose’s head, he gets a very exicted look on his face and exits the ring. A moment later, after a quick search under the ring, Jose slides back in with a steel chair in hand.

Jman: C’mon Jose, not like this.

Dudley: Oh, hush.

Shuriken and the referee are both stirring by now, but Holy doesn’t seem to care. He waits until Shuriken is to his feet before doing something that sends the whole arena into a fervor of booing. Jose flips Shuriken the chair and flops to the ground. Immediately, Serra realizes the trick and drops the chair. It’s too late, though. The referee is to his knees and, while the look in his eyes is still hazy, he’s able to comprehend the likely sequence of events here and he calls for the bell. Shuriken’s arguments fall on deaf ears as Darren Black begins to speak.

Darren Black: The winner by disqualification, and NEEEEEWWWWW Number 1 Contender for the JBW World Heavyweight Championship, HolyJose!

Jman: Nononono! Not on my goddamn watch!

Jman’s headset click off but his voice is heard again a moment later; this time, through a mic.

Jman: Hold everything! Hold everything! Jose, you son of a bitch, get up!

Reluctantly, Holy gets up. As he gets in the ring, Jman is met by a raving Shuriken.

Jman: Serra, Serra, calm down. I’ll make this right. *to everyone* Look, as awful as it was, I can’t change the referee’s decision. What I can do, though, is change the circumstances surrounding it. Jose, by virtue of wrestling a stellar match, you’ll remain in the world title match at Resurrection.

There’s heavy booing at that.

Jman: But, by virtue of the way you won, Serra will be added to it. No matter who’s champion, they’ll be in a triple threat at the PPV.

The crowd pops hard at that and Jman leaves the ring before Jose can argue. Shuriken and Holy go nose to nose as we fade to commercial.