DARK MATCHES



Christian Copeland
vs.
Lucious Jasmine



SYNOPSIS:


"Chemical Imbalance" was in top form and fought off a strong challenge from Lucious Jasmine for his first NEWF victory. Jasmine entered playign to the crowd, but Copeland woudl not be denied. Reversing an Irish whip early and dominating the "San Francisco Treat" with a barrage of moves that left Jasmine in deep trouble. Jasmine managed some offense late, even geting a couple of near-falls.....but it was a missed "ratings plunge" attempt that resulted in Copeland gainign the victory by pinfall.



Winner: Copeland by pinfall
Time: 11:47



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Bloody Malthus
vs.
Big Red Love Machine



SYNOPSIS:


Malthus left nothing to chance, accepting a hug from BRLM pre-bell and turning it into a belly-to-belly suplex to get an early advantage. The fans liked both wrestlers, so there was a stead number of pops during the match. In the end, it was too much Bloody Malthus, who managed to avoid "The Love Tap" several times and nailed the Satan's Song to put the big man away for the night.


Winner: Malthus by pinfall
Time: 7:22

[An instrumental of "Epic" by Faith No More begins to play as we see a video clip of Joshua Black working over an opponent. Then another clip of Dan Broussard performing a massive belly-to-belly release suplex on an opponent. The opponent flies right out of Broussard's hands and toward the screen. Just as he hits the camara the whole picture dissolves into the title screen...]



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[An instrumental of "Epic" by Faith No More continues to play loudly as the screen switches to show a sold out Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana. Fireworks begin to explode as the fans are cheering wildly. There are banners and signs everywhere. One of the signs say, "Marry Me Nina!". Another says, "Geddings is the FlyGod!". Yet another says, "I got expelled for buying these tickets!" As the screen shows the pandimonium at ringside, our announcers canbe heard.]


Eric Chaney: Welcome to New Era Wrestling Federation and our first edition of NEWF Explosion!


Larry Watters: It's about damn time!


[The screen switches to show a studio area near the back of the arena (away from the ringside area) that looks similar to those used by sports shows and other sporting related news editions. You can still see the crowd and all, but the announcers are facing away from the throng of fans waitign for action. Sitting to one side is NEWF announcer Eric Chaney and to his left is NEWF color man, Larry "The Crusher" Watters. Chaney is wearing a dark blue "NEWF" polo shirt and has his dark hair slicked back, looking as "GQ" as humanly possible. Larry is wearing his usual denim shirt and trademark scowl, which even with his grey beard is unmistakable as a man who attempts to stay unhappy most of the time. Chaney's smile widens as he continues speaking.]


EC: What a night this is goign ot be as wrestling again originated form the Hoosier state to the entire world via WTWN!


LW: Nice plug jackass!


EC: I'm Eric Chaney and with me, as always, is former wrestling legend Larry "The Crusher" Watters. It is our pleasure to brign you this inaugral telecast for what we know will be an exciting promotion on the global scene.


LW: The hell you mean former legend?


EC: Well you used to wre....


LW: A legend is a legend period moron! Former my ass!


EC: As you can see, Larry hasn't missed a beat, still as cheery as ever!


[The arena lights suddenly go out.]


EC: Looks like we're getting started right away Larry!


[A loud voice booms over the PA system in the darkened arena.]


VOICE: MAKE WAY FOR THE KING OF COOL !!!


[The lights go out suddenly as the beginning strums of "TNT" by AC/DC start to blare over the loudspeakers. The crowd erupts with a huge face pop as the screen lights up with images of "Too Cool" Chris Hopper. The music plays for a bit and then burst into the chorus.]


# CHORUS: #
# 'Cause I'm #


#T.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on Jinsei Shakanuzi. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


#N.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on Robert Hearsch. Followed by a Black letter "N" filling the screen for a second.]


#T.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on the SECW's Tommy Gilstrap. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


#I'm dynamite #


[Clip of Hopper's eight foot tall name molding exploding at the entrance way during a TV show. Fireworks are blazing all around.]



#T.#


[Hopper nailing a DDT on Gorilla in NeCW. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


#N.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on Scimitar in SECW. Followed by a Black letter "N" filling the screen for a second.]


#T.#


[Hopper swinging the aluminum bat right into Extreme's leg at November Nightmare '98. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


# and I'll win the fight #


[Camera swings away from the screen at this point.]


[Hopper then enters the arena and the attention is off the big screen. The music continues through the chorus as Hopper struts down to the ring. Hopper is wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt and bright blue tie. He walks down tot he ring shakign hands with fans and signing an occassional autpgraph.]


LW: I know he signs the checks, but get I know he does this just to get his mug on the television.


EC: Give him some credit Larry, he did hire you yet again you know.


LW: Whatever.....


[Hopper enters the ring as the chants of "Hopper!" are near defeaning. He pulls a microphone out of his suit jacket and motions for the crowd to quiet down somewhat for him to speak.]


Hopper: Welcome one and all to the birth of the next giant in wrestling......the NEWF!


[Crowd pop.]


Hopper: I have scoured the globe to bring the best talent in wrestling right here to the NEWF. I have spared no expense and even went recruiting women wrestlers and purchased other wrestling promotions. I do this because, quite frankly, there is no other league out there ready and willing to do for the fans what I know needs to be done.....put out a quality product every week that fans can get into and enjoy. Sure other places you might see the likes of top-ranked wrestlers in polls and what not, but they only show their shows every few weeks on obscure cable channels.


[announcers mumble]


EC: I wonder who he is talking about?


LW: Probably a universal copany if you catch my drift.


Hopper: There are leagues out there that have talent and no sense of how to use them. They force them to jump through hoops just to be noticed enought o wrestle. Where I come from the ones who decide the best people to put on the shows are you! The fans!


[Massive pop!]


Hopper: It is your money that pays for the ticket to see us. It is your money that is spent on merchanise of your favorite performer. It is your voices that fill this arena and tell us who is good, who is bad, and who just plain sucks! It is you!


[Shameless plug for us fans pop.]


Hopper: The NEWF is truly a new era in wrestling! We won't underutilize talented people like some Intensely Crappy Wrestling Federations.....nor will we force our workers to adhere to strict appearance guidelines because we are afraid to let them see greener pastures.....here at NEWF we are about one thing.....and that is making the fans excited about wrestling again!


[Monster crowd pop.]


Hopper: We are now focused on our first pay-per-view on December 30. Slamfest I will be the grandest event wrestling has seen in years, culminating with the crowning of NEWF's first World Heavyweight Champion! The tournament will begin with 16 wrestlers vying for the right to get into the final four, who will face off at Slamfest for the right to be called the greatest World Champion in wrestling!


[Suddenly "King of Kings" by Motorhead begins to play over the sound system as it interrupts Hopper from him addressing the great crowd on hand this evening. Hopper stares in all directions with the crowd beginning to pop for the quick drama.]


EC: Who has the nerve to irrupt our owner?


[Suddenly a gentleman comes from behind the curtain. He looks into the ring at Chris Hopper as he takes off his blue sunglasses as our cameras look into the gentleman's cold, blue and intense eyes.]


LW: HOLY S(bleep)!!!! IT CAN'T BE HIM


EC: Who in the hell is THAT?


LW: It's the "Cold Hearted Bastard" Frostbite!!! He is the current ICWF World Heavyweight Champion.


EC: What is he doing here irrupting our boss?


LW: Please! Hopper was boring the hell out of me already. At least Frostbite should make things an lot more interesting.


[Frostbite makes his way down the ramp. Frostbite is wearing an blue t-shirt with blue jeans and blue and white shoes. Frostbite quickly makes his way to ringside, as he heads over to the announce table and grabs an microphone and stares an hole right through Hopper.


[Frostbite climbs up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes. He walks right over to Hopper as he gets right in his face.]


Frostbite: SHUT THE DAMN MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!


[The music shuts off while a faint "Holy S(bleep)!" chant can be heard for this interruption.]


Frostbite: And you morons out here need to shut the hell up.


[The Crowd reacts with a massive heel pop as Frostbite looks right into the eyes of Chris Hopper.]


Frostbite: I hate to break up your little celebration. I bet I was the last person you expected to see here...


[Pause as Hopper shakes his head.]


Frostbite: You see Hopper the reason that I am here is to put you in your place.


EC: What does he mean by that.


Frostbite: You see a couple of weeks ago on Ground Zero Radio as you were doing an interview with Tyler Hollywood. You mentioned something as to how bad the ICWF treated you and that they we were a bunch of second-rate wrestlers in that company that couldn't lace your boots. You mention two wrestlers, Spooky Doom, which I don't give an rat ass about and the other one was myself. So you think I am an second rate wrestler.


Hopper: I think you are a decent wrestler in a second-rate promotion. I think you have talent, but it has been untapped.


Frostbite: Untapped? I am the World Champion of ICWF, and you think I can't hold an candle to you? Hopper do you know what your problem is?


Hopper: Oh my, please tell me because we're all dying to know....


Frostbite: It is quite clear, as that stupid look that you have on your face right now, that you are jealous of me and the younger stars in this industry.


[The crowd gives a small heel pop followed by laughter as Hopper feigns being scared and laughs at the ICWF champ.]


EC: What is he talking about?


Frostbite: Hopper, you can't stand for the fact that myself and others are far better athlete than you ever where in your prime. Then again, that is if you ever had a prime to talk about.


LW: He speaks the truth. We are finally getting to the matter at hand. I love it when truth is spoken to power!


Frostbite: You see I have been in this industry for only three years and done more than you ever had in your 12 years this is sport. That is what gets under your skin. And you set you and really believe that you can take me. Hell you could never had beaten me in the prime of your worthless career.


[Hopper gets a tad chesty and gets right in Frostbite's face, staring down at him with anger in his eyes.]


Hopper: Son, you have no idea who you are talking to. I've been in the ring with the best in the history of the sport! I've wrestled Ken Curtis, Alex Extreme, Rick Styles, Trixxster, Jason Keening and a whole host of guys you probably don't even remember because you are just a relatively inexperienced kid. You may be hot stuff in ICWF, but here.....you're just another rookie looking to score cheap points by horning in on the owner's time. At soem point, you need to learn a little respect for those whoc ame before you and quite frankly have done more than you.


Frostbite: Just what I thought an old fart like you would say. There is that "R" word. You see Hopper you have it all wrong. I respect the hell out of this industry. I have made an nice living in it. The only thing I don't respect is people like you being so damn jealous of people like me, that can do more in this ring than you ever dreamed about.


Hopper: Listen kid, go to the local video store and get a membership. Then use it to rent some wrestling videos because you will find that this old dog has ALWAYS been one of thebest performers int he world and you'd be nothing but a footnote if not for a stutn like this.


Frostbite: We can keep swapping stories back and forth about each other is better than the other. But you see I am here to simply challenge your ass to an match. Me and you one on one. Lets just see who the better man really is? I know the answer.


EC: How about this? ICWF World CHamp calling out the Owner!


Hopper: You know I'd simply *LOVE* to beat your ass right here right now....


[Massive crowd pop.]


Hopper: BUt I can't. I promised that this would be a success without me in the ring wrestling. I do not intent on stepping into this ring unless there is a major problem...and to be honest, you're not a major problem to me Frosty.


LW: Great our owner is an wuss.


EC: Our boss is technically retired. He has nothing to prove by getting in the ring with Frostbite.


LW: He is an coward. Frostbite issued the challenge and he is ducking it.


Hopper: You are more than welcome to have a seat and enjoy the show like everyone else Frosty, but your cheap trick is resulting in nothig mroe than you looking like a sad little child.


Frostbite: Just what I thought, you weren't going to take me up on the challenge. Hopper that proves my point you are nothing but an has been............


[Frostbite shoves Hopper back into the ropes. Hopper bounces off the ropes and shoves Frostbite as he goes down to the mat. The fans go ballistic with Hopper's reaction. Frostbite gets back to his feet as security rushes from the back and surrounds the ring.]


EC: Security as hit the ring.


LW: Hopper is a lucky man,because Frostbite would have hurt him.


[Security pulls Frostbite out of the ring and they pull him back up the ramp way. Frostbite screams at the owner.]


Frostbite: THIS ISN'T OVER HOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!!!!!!!!!!


[Frostbite is pulled behind the curtains as Hopper exits the ring with a smile on his face. The crowd chanting his name yet again as "TNT" by AC/DC begisn to play in the arena. The screen switches back to our announcers, who look a little shocked at the fast start to the show.


EC: What a way to start our first show.


LW: Why in showing our fans that our owner is an coward.


EC: Hopper is far from a coward! I've seen him wage wars int he ring and entire cities! Chicago Streetfight against Alex Extreme.......All over downtown Tokyo against Marcus Manson.....This guy is a gladiator!


LW: Good Lord! What kool-aid did you drink Chaney?


EC: None! I just know that Frostbite should n't have said anythign like he did because I've been aroudn long enough to know he's wrong.....dead wrong.


LW: Move on big guy....just move on.


EC: Folks our next match is goign to be a thriller because it will give us our first title finalist in NEWF!


LW: The kind of match I used to salivate over Chaney! Every man for himself!


EC: That it is Larry! A Fatal four-way for a spot in the NEWF Television Title Match in two weeks! First man to get a pinfall or submission gets the title shot!


LW: Perfect match for my man Chad Allen or Billy McGraw.


EC: Let's heads down to our first set of ringside announcers for this great contest!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION (10-27-07) |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| FATAL FOUR-WAY |
| |
| "Sixkillah" "HME" Rich "Jester" |
| Billy McGraw VS. Erik VS. Andrews VS. Chad |
| Grimsson Allen |
|______________________________________________________________|
| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|


[The screen switches to show our ringside announcers, B.J. Young and Matt Jones. They sit ready to call a great night of NEWF action. Young is wearing his usual black jeans with a gold NEWF blazer. His brown hair is pushed neately to the right side as Matt on the other hand is in a pair of black jeans and a Blue NEWF polo shirt. His thining black hair is pushed forward in a ceazer cut.]


BJ: Welcome folks to ringside here in Indianapolis and this one has all the making of going all over the ring area Matt.


MJ: Certainly does BJ.....Chad Allen is possibly the most underrated and confusing personalities in the business and also a former IGA World Champion.


BJ: He certainly comes with pedigree, but you think thatmakes him the favorite?


MJ: The most decorated guy in the ring might be Billy McGraw. He doesnt' have the "name recognition" at first glance, but he was one half of the tag team "Southern Uprising", who dominated the tag scene in places like EMWC years ago. He's no stranger to gold around his waist.....that much is for damn sure!


BJ: Both of these men will have their hands full with a couple of young wrestlers from Hopper's Granite buyout, Rich Andrews and Erik Grimsson.


MJ: They won't have to contend hard. Andrews is still too raw to be a factor and Grimsson is too small to have real effect on bigger guys like McGraw.


BJ: Well the time for speculation is over and its time to head to the ring.


[The screen shows ring announcer Steven Stewart grabbing the microphone.]


SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is a fatal four-way match for a NEWF Television Title shot!


[Crowd pop.]


SS: Introducing first.....


[The lights dim in the arena as the sound of evil laughter can be heard coming from all sides of the arena. Some of the fans hit there feet, knowing who is making his appearance as "Bussyoheadopen" by Twiztid and Blaze Ya Dead Homie blares over the loudspeaker. Out from the curtain steps the Wicked Clown himself, "Jester" Chad Allen to a chorus of boos with a smattering of cheers from the mentally deranged fans in the audience. Jester stops at the top of the ramp to let out his evil laugh to all the fans in the audience.]


[Jamie Madrox's voice is heard over the PA]


# E town with it, turn to the back #
# With that east side repping ready for the attack #
# Checking all the tires, all white and black #
# With the black Twiztid embroidered on the back #
# Guess who's back, yep, it's the tray side #
# And we put it down for life and ready to ride #
# Madrox and Monoxide, you ain't heard #
# Got people who were all anticipating our return #
# With everywhere you look, it ain't looking good not at all #
# And everybody looking is waiting for you to fall #
# Now we design and dominate that's just mans natural instinct #
# And put it on the line like reputations and pink slips #
# We got the music, let it do what it do #
# And this stress carrying the world, we gonna carry that too #
# We gonna bury them fools and the rest in a cloak #
# At night we gonna strike like black parasites #


SS: .....Making his way towards the ring, from the Circus of the Damned, he weighs in at 265 pounds, he is the Wicked Clown of Wrestling, the Hardcore GOD,


"THE JESTER" CHAD ALLEN!!!!


["Jester" holds up his cane made in his evil image and adjusts his Jester's Cap as he makes his way down the ramp. As he makes his way down to the ring, he makes sure to give a scare to a small child or 2 before sliding under the bottom rope.]


# Now don't y'all, not for one second #
# Think I won't just BUST YO' HEAD OPEN #
# Give me a reason to leave you breathing #
# That's a point blank message to all the non-believers #


# Now don't y'all, not for one second #
# Think I won't just BUST YO' HEAD OPEN #
# Give me a reason to leave you breathing #
# That's a point blank message to all the non-believers #


[He moves to a seated position in the corner for a moment, holding onto his cane almost like a child would hold a teddy bear. He rocks back and forth for a bit, before he removes his hat, tosses it to the ground, then quickly leaps to his feet in a definite fighting position.]


MJ: Allen looks like he hasn't lost a step form his glory days BJ!


BJ: And that could mean trouble for all of our other ocntestants in this one!


SS: The next participant hails from Sacramento, California and stands at an even six feet tall, weighing in at 207 pounds. Here is


RICH ANDREWS ! ! ! !


[A loud voice is heard.]


#OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#


[Rich Andrews step from the back as that first line is spoken. He throws his arms up in the air and then shook his head as water went flying from his hair. A blue light would follow him down as he quickly made his way to the ring, giving the fans high fives and such on his way down the aisle.]


#Scary's on the wall
Scary's on his way#


[Andrews stops half-way down the aisle and takes off at a run and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, bounces back up to his feet and throws his arms up into the air once again. The music is jamming as he heads towards a corner.]


#Watch where you spit
I'd advise you wait until it's over
Then you got hit
And you shoulda known better#


[Andrews climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and throws his right arm up into the air before he leans forward and mutters some words to the crowd that no one could make out. Next Andrews dropped down and began moving towards the other side of the ring.]


#And we die young
Faster we run#


[Rich wouldn't climb the turnbuckle this time, instead he climbed up onto the middle rope and held onto the top as he leaned over it and threw his right arm up towards that section before he dropped down back.]


#Down, down, down you're rollin'
Watch the blood float in the muddy sewer
Take another hit
And bury your brother#


[As the music died down Andrews pulled both elbow pads up and secured them around his elbows before he headed towards his corner as he waited for the match up to get underway.]


BJ: Rich Andrews is certainly seems ready to put on a show tonight Matt....


MJ: Some show that will be.....having his ass knocked to the canvas!


SS; And the third participant, from Vicksburg, VA.....A legend in the tag team world....


"S I X K I L L A H"


B I L L Y M c G R A W ! ! ! ! !


["Life in the Fast Lane" by The Eagles begins to play over the PA system as Billy McGraw steps through the curtain. McGraw is wearing a flowing, fully-sequined, full-length robe of the Confederate flag, tied around the waist. He doesn't even recognize the cowd as he walks to the ring and steps between the bands to enter the squared circle. McGraw removes his robe and he sports dark blue and burnt orange diamond-patterned full-length wrestling pants.]


BJ: Some say McGraw might be the favorite based on past accomplishments Matt.


MJ: He's hands-down the best talent int he ring, plus he's the most decorated wrestler in the match. To me, the choice is clear!


SS: And tonight's final particiant, hailing from Detroit, Michigan is a member of the fighting Grimsson family! Here is...


"H E A V Y M E T A L H E R O"


E R I K G R I M S S O N ! ! ! ! !


["Cumin' Atcha Live" by Tesla thunders over the PA as Erik Grimsson heads to the ring. Along the way, he slaps hands with the fans, paying special attention to the females in attendance. As he gets halfway to the ring, he stops, takes a moment to stare down his opponents, then charges the ring. The bell sounds as Grimsson slides under the rope and lands a fist into the side of Chad Allen's head.]


[DING! DING!! DING!!!]


[McGraw quickly grabs Andrews by his hair and leans him against the ropes, shooting him off to the other side. -- McGraw drops and Andrews jumps over. McGraw catches him with a over the head Belly to belly suplex.]


BJ: McGraw taking advantage of Erik Grimsson's fast start and gains an early advantage on Rich Andrews!


MJ: Grimsson knocked Chad Allen to a knee, but "Jester" played a great trick and gave him a pound of aunt-betty's nut butter for his trouble!


BJ: Erik Grimsson is lying on the mat holding his manhood as Allen pulls himself up and begins stomping furiously!


[The crowd cheers as Andrews reverses a suplex attempt and goes towards the top rope. But before Andrews can even climb up, McGraw is already to his feet and he charges with a clothesline to the back of Andrews' neck. McGraw begins to stomp on Andrews while he struggles to get to his feet. Pn the opposite side of the ring, Allen backs Grimsson into the turnbuckle. Allen grabs the middle rope and lines his right shoulder up and rams it into Grimsson's gut. He continues it for two more times while Grimsson falls out of the turnbuckle and onto the mat.]


MJ: Great work by the former world champ right there!


BJ: You never know what you will get when Chad Allen gets into the ring....


MJ: Looks like tonight the dangerous Jester made the trip BJ!


BJ: It sure does! Erik Grimsson feeling ever jknee to the gut there, while Rich Andrews continues to struggle with McGraw!


[Allen leans against the turnbuckle and then runs forward with a jumping elbow drop. Chad Allen drags Grimsson up to his feet and snap mares him back down. The "Jester" leans against the ropes and drops back flipping forward with a neck snap and then goes for a cover]


BJ: Ouch!!!! Here's a cover!













ONE!!!!!!!



BJ: Kickout.. That was definately not enough to take out of Erik Grimsson. "The Heavy Metal Hero" is a very tough, tough athlete. I don't think you can count him out in this match because he likes thing to be rough and tumble.


MJ: Are you kidding me?!?! Grimsson is the bottom-feeder of the NEWF! I am pretty surprised that he even got in this match!


[In the adjacent corner, Billy McGraw has drags Rich Andrews back off the turnbuckle and drills Andrews with a wicked closed fist. Andrews counters with a punch the the face. They quickly begin to trade fists and Andrews gets the upperhand. Andrews ducks a fist and throws McGraw into the turnbuckle and runs forward and back elbow smash's him. McGraw stumbles out and Andrews runs forward and hits him with a big bulldog to the mat. Williams goes down and hooks the leg.]


BJ: RICH ANDREWS WITH A MAJOR TURN AROUND!!!! THE COVER!!!







ONE!!!!






TWO!!!!






BROKEN UP BY CHAD ALLEN!!!!!!



MJ: This is fast-paced action! I can't hardly keep up with it down here!


BJ: Imagine how the wrestlers are feeling. Allen breaks up the pin attempt and stomps McGraw a couple of times.


MJ: I don't know what got into Jester, but going after McGraw isn't the way to win this match.


BJ: Allen grabs McGraw and hip tosses him over the top rope and to the floor!


[Crowd pop!]


MJ: Chad Allen getting busy!


[Allen, then turns and runs against the ropes, coming back with a jumping kneedrop right to Andrews' head. Allen grabs Andrews and throws him into the ropes. Allen trys to throw him over with a Hip Toss, but Andrews blocks and instead hits a Russian leg sweep and the crowd cheers. Allen slowly gets to his feet grabbing his head. On the outside of the ring, Erik Grimsson has found McGraw with a boot to the side of the face. Grimsson charged again, but McGraw sidesteps and helps use the momentum to smash Erik into the ringside steps!]


BJ: The action has spilled outside the ring! Erik Grimsson has taken his trip to the ringsteps and went flying through them!


MJ: Well he certainly didn't go flying over them, that's for sure genius!


BJ: Those guys better be careful because it only takes one pinfall at any time to win the match and they aren't inside the ring right now!


MJ: Who cares? McGraw is thebest inthe match anyway!


[Inside the ring, ALlen lifts Andrews into the air and drops him with a BRAIN BUSTER! Andrews' head hits the mat with a thurd. Allen quick to grab Andrews legs and flips forward on them in a pinning combination and gets a..]


BJ: COVER BY THE JESTER!!!















ONE!!!!!!!


















TWO!!!!!!















THREE......NO!!!! Andrews kiked out!!!


MJ: Damnit! Get up Allen! Kick his ass already!


BJ: Why dont you ever root for guys like Andrews and Grimsson..


MJ: Because I am not a piece of trailer park trash..


BJ: I cant believe you said that.. While millions of fans are watching all over the world listening to our every word..


MJ: Two words for ya.. PE-ON!


[Allen brings ANdrews up to his feet and slaps him right across the jaw as all the fans react tot he smack. McGraw headbutts Grimsson and regains control, tossing him under the bottom rope andback into the ring. Allen then runs against the ropes and comes back to clothesline him over and.... ANDREWS DUCKED!!! Allen just sent McGraw over the top rope!! Allen looks down at McGraw and suddenly gets pulled from behind by Rich Andrews! The crowd goes nuts as Billy Jones makes an out of position count..]


BJ: ANDREWS WITH A COVER!!!








ONE!!!!!!!











TWO!!!!!









AND A HALF!!!!!!


KICKOUT! My god that was close!


MJ: Not by a longshot. Allen just got caught off guard or was just takin a nap while he was wrestling. ANdrews is absolutely no threat to him.


BJ: Well manytimes, if you take your eyes off theball for one second; things can go very wrong!


MJ: Usually I would agree, but Allen missed a golden opportunity trying to figure out what his shoulder hit there.


[Grimsson charges at Allen from the side. Erik goes for a clothesline but Allen ducks and catches him in a behind the back waist lock. Grimsson manages to reverse the hold and then uses all his strength to lift and release a German suplex on Allen.]


BJ: What a reversal by Erik Grimsson! Rich ANdrews is down, but nobody can take advantage because they are still fighting!



[McGraw slides back into the ring and grabs a handfull of Andrews' ear to get him to his feet. McGraw then grabs Andrews and brings him up. McGraw puts Andrews' head under his legs and lifts him up for a....]


MJ: POWERBOMB! No!!!! Demola reverses with a frankensteiner!


BJ: What a job by the youngster!


[The crowd goes nuts as Andrews continues to stumble on his feet and gets flipped over with a lariat by Chad Allen. Grimsson comes back at Allen and gets caught in a SIDEWALK SLAM! Allen looks at the crowd as he is pumped up. McGraw goes through the ropes and onto the apron. Andrews climbs his way up to the top turnbuckle as Grimsson gets to his feet. Andrews leaps off taking Grimsson over with a Top Rope Flying Clothesline!!! McGraw returns and drops Allen with a fist tothe groin area, and then leads Andrews out of the ring with one fling of the wrist. McGraw takes advantage of Andrews' work and hooks the leg.]


MJ: MY TURN!







ONE!!!!!!!







TWO!!!!!









ANOTHER DAMN KICKOUT!


BJ: I do it much better...


MJ: Whatever! I should be running this whole show by myself without and other person. More money, more press, more fans.


BJ: Give me a break.


[McGraw looks frustrated as he brings Grimsson back up and throws him into the ropes hard. Grimsson then baseball slides under McGraw's legs. Erik hops up and plants a boot in the mid-section, before driving McGraw's head down into the canvas!]


BJ: Grimsson showing signs of life again!


MJ: Not for long!


BJ: Look out! Here comes Chad Allen!


[Chad Allen rushes behind Grimsson and knocks him to the mat. Allen pulls Grimsson up and tosses him like a rag doll outside the ring. Andrews is on the floor on the far side and Grimsson near the announcers as "The Jester" pulls McGraw up......reversed by McGraw into a cradle piledriver!


MJ: SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT!!!! HE HIT IT!!!


BJ: McGraw nailed one of his big moves and Allen is out!


MJ: Pin him Billy! Get the win!!!


BJ: McGraw with a cover!






ONE!!!











TWO!!!!!!











THRE.........BROKEN UP BY RICH ANDREWS!!!!!



MJ: Little pissant just won't stay down!!!


[McGraw is knocked off the pin attempt and quickly regains his feet and getsinto another slugfest with Andrews. They slug it out back and forth as the crowd erupts in cheers.]


BJ: Allen is getting to his feet now!


MJ: What is he doing?!?!?!?!


[Erik Grimsson slowly gets back into the ring and is met by Chad Allen. Allen grabs Grimsson and smacks a fist tot hejaw, but Grimsson dodges the next punch and grabs Allen's arm, flipping around behin....]


BJ: METAL MELTDOWN!!!!


MJ: Oh My God!


BJ: GRIMSSON HIT THE METAL MELTDOWN AS ANDREWS AND McGRAW BATTLE ON THE OTHER SIDE!


MJ: They don't even see it as Grimsson covers!









ONE!!!!












[McGraw DDT's Andrews and notices the hand dropping a second time.]






TWO!!!!!!!!!!!











[McGraw rushes toward the opposite corner to try and stop the pin.....]










THREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




[McGraw lands on Grimsson, but it was a second too late!]


[DING! DING!! DING!!!]


SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and first finalist for the NEWF Television Title.....



"H E A V Y M E T A L H E R O"



E R I K G R I M S S O N ! ! ! ! !



[The crowd erupts with a massive face pop as our announcers seem in shock! Grimsson points to the fans and celebrates with them after his arm is raised in victory.]


BJ: Whata victory for Grimsson! He moves on to the title match in two weeks!


MJ: What a shaft job! McGraw got there to break that up!


BJ: Fans it was a pleasure and let's send it back to Eric and Larry!


[The screens witches to show Eric Chaney and Larry Watters behind the crowd and both men are shakign their heads.]


LW: I can't believe what I saw.


EC: Erik Grimsson defied the odds and three other, larger men to win the chance to win gold in NEWF in a couple of weeks.


LW: Never ceases to amaze me whatkind of crap rises to the top when you throw wide-open matches like that out there Chaney.


EC: Speaking of wide-open, next we have a great match between Dan Broussard and Zeke McGinty! Think Broussard will have whatit takes to take down the 300-pounder Larry?


LW: Hell no! Broussard is a talent, but he will underestimate how size plays a role in the ring and the country boy will make him pay for it.


EC: Well let's not waste any time and get down to the ring for the next match!


[The screen switches to show two men now sitting at ringside.]


BC: Hello NEWF fans, I'm Billy Caldwell, accompanied by the bald bastard himself, Lurch.


L: So let me get this straight. We don't got a regular job here, just show up for the odd match whenever they need us?


BC: Sounds about right.


L: That's bullsh[BLEEP]t.


BC: Watch it, or you might not be called back.


RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.


[The Southern metal guitar riffs of "Bullet Inside Your Head" by Black Label Society cranks out from the arena loudspeakers as the fans immediately let out with a chorus of jeers.]


RA: About to make his way to the ring at this time, from Muck City, Alabama, and weighing in at 313 pounds...


Z E K E M c G I N T Y !


[The aisle curtain is flung open to reveal none other than the Truck Stop Terror himself--ZEKE MCGINTY! The burly giant, clad a netted trucker's hat, a red and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his mighty hair, might large forearms, a black elbow pad on his right elbow, a pair of heavily worn and faded dungarees, and a pair of heavily worn and usually muddied brown workboots, enters the arena and storms towards ringside, yanking away from the outstretched hands in the aisles.]


RA: And his opponent...


[The infamous opening to Van Halen's "Running With The Devil" blares over the public address system, as the fans give off a fair pop. The curtains are split by a hand and a moment later Dan Broussard makes his way into the fan's view, raising his hands to acknowledge the applause. The Minnesota native has thick black hair cut short and stylishly disheveled and is wearing dark blue wrestling trunks with his initials written in white cursive on the right, white boots with red seams and a black star on the outside, and a similarly dark blue ring jacket left open. Dan saunters to the ring, zigzagging down the aisle to slap hands or touch fists with the fans. He hops onto the apron as the ring announcer does his thing.]


From Minneapolis, Minnesota, and weighing in at 236 pounds...


D A N B R O U S S A R D !


[Dan raises both hands in the air as his name is said, and then gravitates to the nearest corner, shedding the jacket and tossing it over the ropes. Dan stretches on the ropes as Van Halen dies down.]


BC: Both men are in the ring now, and we're ready to get this one underway.


<DING!> <DING!>


BC: And there's the bell. Both men approach the center of the ring, circling one another. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Broussard ducking behind with a hammerlock.


L: But Zeke McGinty pops him right in the mouth with a back elbow.


[McGinty grabs Dan's arm then, and twists it up over his head.]


BC: Arm wringer applied...



........ <SMACK!> ........



And Zeke floors him with a wicked short-arm clothesline.


[Zeke drops down to his knees, throttling Broussard with a blatant choke. And at the same time, he pummels the smaller man with hard shots to the face.]


BC: The referee admonishing McGinty for the blatant choke, McGinty backing off at the count of four.


L: And already he's dominating Dan Broussard, which I'm betting will remain the case throughout this match.


BC: McGinty moves in for the attack again, but Broussard stops him with a quick jawbreaker. And staggers the bigger man with a standing dropkick.


L: So he got in a little offense. That won't last.


BC: Do you have to go through this routine every single match?


L: Hey, that's what I'm getting paid for.


BC: Broussard backs up, runs at him...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: And takes Zeke down with a running neckbreaker. Dan Broussard floats over and hooks the leg for the pin.
















ONE!















TWO!


















[Kickout!]


L: Way too early to keep a man the size of Zeke McGinty down for the three.


BC: You're right there, but there's no harm in making him expend energy kicking out of the pin.


L: At least not 'til McGinty decides to rip his face off, anyway.


BC: McGinty already climbing back to his feet, Broussard up before him. And he rolls McGinty up for another pin!

















ONE!















[Kickout!]


L: Haha, he _threw_ Broussard off that time!


BC: Both men climbing back to their feet now... Broussard with a hard right to McGinty, but Zeke rocks him with one of his own. And follows up with a headbutt. Doubles Dan over with a boot to the gut, and Zeke backs into the ropes. There he goes...



........ <SMACK!> ........



BC: Good grief what a shot! A wicked running kneelift to the face sends Broussard down hard to the canvas! And now McGinty going to town stomping Broussard's chest repeatedly, unwilling to let the other man up.


L: That's how this should be. Why would you want to let your opponent up and give him the chance to punch you in the mouth?


BC: Zeke McGinty pulls him up now... front facelock applied, and he hoists Dan high overhead, holding him up there - letting all the blood rush to Broussard's head.


L: And setting him up for something big, too.


[McGinty pushes him forward and puts all of his weight on Broussard.]



........ <THUD!> ........



L: Jackhammer!


BC: McGinty back up...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: And follows it up with a springing elbow drop! McGinty with the cover now!













ONE!











TWO!













[Shoulder up!]


BC: No! Dan Broussard got the shoulder up with time to spare!


L: But McGinty's back up and keeping on the attack.


BC: McGinty up to the second turnbuckle. He leaps off...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: But the fist drop misses, Dan Broussard rolling out of the way at the last second!


L: Good way to break your hand! Especially at his weight!


BC: Broussard stomping on the hand, trying to weaken it even more. McGinty shoves him off, but Broussard charges back in... and takes both men over the top rope to the floor with a Cactus clothesline!


L: Not very bright on his part. McGinty's a brawler at heart, and my guess is he's at his best on the floor.


BC: You could be right there, but right now Dan Broussard has the advantage in this contest. He's up behind McGinty, grabs his shoulders...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: And drives both knees into Zeke's back with the lung blower! That'll knock the wind out of him.


L: Yeah, but how's he going to get McGinty back into the ring, considering how much he weighs?


BC: Well Broussard isn't that big, but he's not a light heavyweight, either. He has some difficulty pulling Zeke up, but manages to get him into the ring, and follow in behind him. And quickly hooks a leg for the pin!

















ONE!

















TWO!



















THR--


[Shoulder up!]


BC: Close, but McGinty rolls the shoulder up just in time!


L: I still can't see Broussard beating him, even with something as awesome as that lung blower!


BC: Well he's certainly trying to. He backs up, waiting for McGinty to sit up. And there goes Dan, grabbing the back of Zeke's head, flipping over...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: And executes the wicked running necksnap, whiplashing McGinty's head forward, before he collapses backwards to the canvas!


L: Another very nice move, and it seems to me that he's a bit more interested in targeting McGinty's neck here.


BC: You're right there, as he applies a head vice now, looking to weaken the neck for his Amityville Horror finisher.


L: McGinty's head is just so big though, that Broussard doesn't seem to be putting on quite enough pressure to cause any serious pain.


BC: McGinty's fighting back up to a vertical base, making it more and more difficult for Broussard to keep that head vice applied. McGinty with repeated elbows to the ribs, forcing Dan to break the hold. McGinty with a headbutt now, backing Broussard up...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: And takes him down with a big hip toss slam! But rather than go for the pin, he returns to his feet, sizing Dan up.


L: And Broussard's gonna' oblige him here, too.


BC: Broussard back up, and there goes McGinty...



........ <SMACK!> ........



BC: And blasts him with another vicious kneelift to the face, sending Dan toppling backwards to the mat! And _now_ Zeke McGinty goes for the pinfall!















ONE!


















TWO!



















THRE-


[Shoulder up!]


BC: NO! Dan Broussard just narrowly escaped defeat right there!


L: Yeah, but it won't be long before he's finished for good!


BC: McGinty back up, and now _stepping_ on Broussard's throat, putting all his weight on it, while holding the ropes for added pressure. The referee's right there with the mandatory five count though, and Zeke is forced to break the choke at four!


L: But then he goes right back to it!


BC: And the ref once again threatens to disqualify him with the five count! But Zeke once again lets off just in time!


L: And the coward Broussard rolls out to the floor!


BC: Because he needs a breather, Lurch! He's just had 313 pounds on his throat!


L: Yeah, yeah. Excuses are like ass[BLEEP]s. Everybody's got one!


BC: McGinty follows him out, and that doesn't bode well for the Minneapolis!


L: Yeah, but who cares about him?!


BC: McGinty pries him off the floor, Irish whip...



........ <BOOM!> ........



BC: And Dan Broussard collides shoulder-first with the steel ringsteps!


L: And McGinty ain't done with him yet!


BC: Another Irish whip...



........ <CLANG!> ........



BC: And this time, Broussard collides hard back-first into the guardrails! McGinty sends him back into the ring, before climbing in himself! But he doesn't go for the pin, instead pulling Broussard up once more.



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: Alabama Slam! He drills Broussard into the canvas with the inverted powerslam! He backs up now, once again sizing Broussard up...


L: And looking to take his head off this time!


BC: Dan Broussard is dazed, but slowly climbing back up with help from the ropes! He turns... and there goes McGinty!



........ <S M A C K~!> ........



BC: The Welcome to Muck City! Dan Broussard took the running boot flush in the face!


L: And some of that crusty mud on McGinty's boot came off on Broussard's face, too! That's awesome!


BC: Broussard dropped like a sack of potatoes, and Zeke McGinty drops down for the pin! This could very well be it!


L: It _will_ be it!

















ONE!



















TWO!





















THREE!



<DING!> <DING!> <DING!>



BC: That's it! The Alabama Slam and Welcome to Muck City finished Dan Broussard off!


L: Just like I said all along!


RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...


Z E K E M c G I N T Y !


BC: A hard-hitting, high impact match by both men, but McGinty comes out with an impressive victory!


[The screen switches fast with no warning to the parking lot where a black limo has pulled up to the outside. Our main announcers can be heard over the scene.]


EC: Look at that limo Larry! I wonder who just came up in that thing!


LW: Well it wasn't us, that's for sure. Hopper is such a cheap skate!


EC: Fans' we'll try to get some information on who is in that limo and tell you what we know as soon as we return from this commercial break! Stay tuned for more Explosion on WTWN!



[Cut to commercial. The first commercial is the following.]



[The screen fills with flashing pictures of NEWF superstars such as Dan Broussard, Will Geddings, Christian Copeland, Kyra Braddock, and the rest. As each one flashes up we hear the familiar deep voice over the pictures.]


VOICE OVER: Wanna know what is going on with the NEWF?


[We see pictures of some of the superstars out of the ring. Jaiden Andrews getting inside a limousine. Then we see Bloody Malthus working out. Followed by Summer Blake entering a restaurant. The final photo is Erik Grimsson washing his car.]


VOICE OVER: Ever wanted to keep up with your favorite NEWF athelete?


[The pictures come faster and faster for about 3 seconds until they just explode into a black screen.]


VOICE OVER: Well now you can!


[The words come over the screen in white letters, they say "NEWF Hotline"]


VOICE OVER: Just call this number and get the latest scoop on your favorite superstars of the NEWF.


[The screen fades to total blackness again. The numbers come over the screen in white letters. It says 1-888-NEWF-INF.]


VOICE OVER: Just call the following number, One-Eight-Eight-Eight, N-E-W-F, I-N-F. You must be 18 to call. Children should get their parents' permission before calling.


[Fade to black.]

[We return from commercials.]



[One of the many locker rooms backstage at the Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana. A young woman relaxes on a couch, watching the night's proceedings on a monitor.


"Spitfire" Kyra Braddock.


She's dressed for battle tonight, sporting a shiny black and white sports bra, with plenty of cleavage showing, matching shiny black and white shorts, black wrist and knee pads, and white wrestling boots with black laces. Her long jet-black hair, parted in the middle, falls straight down her back.


The door to her locker room sits open in the foreground. A silhouette steps into it, reaching out a hand to knock, but instead walks right in.]



SILLOUETTED FIGURE: I think we should talk.



[Kyra turns to face the owner of the voice, before rising to her feet.]



SKB: And I think you should knock first.



[The woman turns and leans back against the wall, resting on her arms which she has crossed behind her back. This leaves her in an odd position. Somehow she looks open. As if showing herself harmless to Kyra. She's wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with red sleeves. One of them has been pulled on to the point where the cuff no longer tight at her wrist, leaving it to hang down to the tips of her fingers, the other reveals a black 8 ounce punching glove with white spider webs on the back. Her face is kind of plain, showing a small crooked smile. Her name is Achika Akatani.]



ACHIKA: Maybe next time.



[She chuckles for just a second. More like an exhale than a real laugh.]



ACHIKA: We could teach each other a lot.



[Kyra seems mildly interested, but the twinkle in her eyes indicates that there's a catch.]



SKB: Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm only interested in one thing...



[She hooks a thumb towards her chest.]



SKB: How things can benefit me, and me alone. So what's your offer?



[Achika chuckles again. Very dryly. It seems as if she's laughing at something she thought to herself, as opposed to anything Spitfire said.]



ACHIKA: You and I, we 'ale' much 'arike'. 'Grapprers.' We destroy our enemies by 'glinding' them down. Putting them on the mat and 'ploving' we are better. Much better.



[Her dis-interested eyes begin to gleam with malice. Her accent is thick, but she seems to try and pronounce things properly. Certain words are labored to come out right and they do. Still it's easy to tell she hasn't been speaking English very long.]



ACHIKA: I 'onry' cared about myself for 'vely rong' time. Then I learn. I learn from 'Moila'... I 'rearn' from Akera. If you want to be best. Make the most money. Win the most matches. You need someone to watch you. Tell you where you can get better. What you are doing wrong.



[Folding her arms across her chest, Kyra shakes her head no. It seems, she's already figured out where Achika is going with this, and wants no part of it.]



SKB: You can bloody well stop right there, because I'm not interested. Unlike my former mentors, I've done my homework, and dug as deeply as I could go into the Benedicts' friends, family, and other associates. And then from there, I dug further. It was a long, tiring project - but also a damn fruitful one. And I found out that your... "Moila"...



[She chuckles, making fun at Achika's difficulty speaking English.]



SKB: Is a close personal friend of one Myra Benedict. And I want no part of that family, nor anyone connected to it.



[Achika narrows her eyes dangerously, pulling her arms out from behind her back, sinking them into the pocket across the front of her sweatshirt.]



ACHIKA: I met Myra for the first time this week. Whatever you have learned from her cousins... Is not what I can offer you. I can give you op-pur-tun-ity.



[She pronounces the word incredibly slowly. Correctly. Kyra isn't at all convinced, as she lowers her arms to her sides, placing her hands on her hips.]



SKB: Somehow I doubt that, but I'm a giving person as much as I am taking.



[Yeah right.]



SKB: So here's your one chance. Prove it.



[Achika smiles a bit wider and nods. She pulls one hand out of her pocket and holds up her hand with the index and thumb together to form a circle, the other three fingers straight up.]



ACHIKA: O-kay.



[She laughs dryly and then turns to walk out of the locker room. Pulling the hood up, she stops in the door and throws a couple phantom punches outside into the hall, chuckles and walks away. Kyra watches her go, before rolling her eyes.]



SKB: That's what I thought. You can't prove it.



[Fade to black.]



[The screen fades right back to our main announce team.]



EC: Welcome back to Explosion fans, and it looks like the ladies are gearing up for battle!



LW: Nothing like a good, old-fashioned cat fight! It gets even better when you add lubricant and a clothing-optional atmosphere.



EC: Really Larry.....you should be ashamed of that!



LW: Oh yeah, like it wasn't in your mind Chaney!



EC: The next match is a tag team affair between 'Nuff Said and former ICWF tag team champions, The Rossis



LW: That Rossi team will be tough to beat, no doubt about it.



EC: Well talkis cheap, so letshead to our rinside announcers, Bryan Craig and Xavier Dalton for the call!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION (10-27-07) |
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| TAG TEAM MATCH |
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| 'NUFF THE |
| SAID VS. ROSSIS |
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| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
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[The Rossis and 'Nuff Said are already int he ring and ready to go as thescreen switches to show the match at hand.]



[DING! DING!! DING!!!]



BC: All right, we're underway. It will be Luca Rossi starting off with "Suicidal" Steve.



XD: Lockup, and Luca with a knee to the ribs, and a forearm to the back... sets up a snap suplex!



BC: Luca with the early advantage. He slams down onto the chest of Steve with a leg drop, then pulls his opponent up, and sends him to the ropes.



XD: Steve off the opposite side... slides under the legs of Luca! Rossi turns around... Steve hoists him for a side backbreaker... but Luca counters with a swinging headscissors takedown!



BC: Luca Rossi is pretty proud of himself right now. He runs off the ropes, and catches Steve with a spinning heel kick!



XD: Where is Keith going?



BC: "Kamikazee" Keith runs around the ring and pulls Cattivo off the apron! And Keith slides in, Leapfrogging over Luca, and standing near his partner. All four men are in the ring now! The Rossis and 'Nuff Said are being held apart by Steve Manley, who only wants TWO men in there at once...



XD: Well, what fun is that? They just broke Luca Rossi's momentum! Luca realizes it too and he's irate!



BC: Keith and Cattivo retreat to their corners. Steve approaches Luca, who kicks him on the way in... Irish-whip... reversal... dropkick by Steve! Steve whips Rossi to the ropes... tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!



XD: Steve stands Luca up, and a knife edge chop... a whole series of them, in fact! Steve is chopping Luca Rossi back into the ropes... Irish-Whip... leapfrog... NO! Luca put on the brakes, and kicked upwards... nailing Steve right in the fun-box!



XD: FUN BOX!? Well, anyway his days as a ladies man may just be over.



BC: After the kick to the groin, Luca with a Fishermanbuster Suplex! He goes for a cover, but he does not even get a one count, because "Kamikazee" Keith broke the count with a dropkick to the head of Luca!



XD: That brings Cattivo Rossi in! Cattivo over to Steve as the ref is getting Keith out of the ring... GUILLOTINE ACE CRUSHER!



BC: That's that devestating Rocker Dropper of Rossi's, and he got all of it. He stomps away at Steve... Steve Manley, the referee, now sees him, and moves to get Cattivo out of the ring, but the damage may be done! Luca Rossi stands up, and begins to choke "Suicidal" Steve behind the ref's back! Come on Luca, turn around!



XD: Manley sees it now! Count is on, Luca breaks at the count of four. Luca hops over onto the apron... climbs TO THE TOP ROPE! HE LEAPS!



BC: FLYING ELBOW DROP! BUT HE MISSED, AS "SUICIDAL" STEVE MOVED, AND MAKES THE TAG TO KEITH!



XD: "Kamikazee" Keith is in... and he's unloading! Keith with a dropkick on Luca... dropkick on Cattivo... another for Luca... another for Cattivo!



BC: "Kamikazee" whips Luca Rossi off the ropes... HURANCANRANA! Cattivo in again, Keith whips him off the ropes... ANOTHER HUR... NO! Rossi DROPPED HIM WITH A JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB!



XD: And proceeds to grab his legs and slingshot him! Keith just got hot shot off the ropes by that slingshot of Cattivo's!



BC: Cattivo gets out on the apron... but "Suicidal" Steve is coming around the apron and SPEARS CATTIVO OFF OF IT! BOTH MEN ON THE FLOOR!



XD: Steve runs back over to his side of the ring... Rossi back up on the apron, now. Man does he want in there!



BC: Luca Rossi has fought the whole match thus far. Luca with a belly-to-back suplex on Keith, and now makes the tag to Cattivo Rossi. Cattivo in... and Keith dropkicks the knee! That takes down Cattivo... "Kamikazee" Keith is QUICK!



XD: Yes he is, to get up from the suplex that quick. Keith runs to the ropes... SITDOWN SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT RIGHT ONTO THE KNEE OF Cattivo Rossi!



BC: Keith dragging Cattivo to his own corner, and tags in the technically sound Steve. "Suicidal" Steve is climbing to the top. Keith is...following him up??... Da Supah Pimps are forming a totem pole! Steve on the ropes, Keith on Steve's shoulders... and KEITH LEAPS OFF STEVE WITH AN ELEVATED SOMERSAULT LEGDROP ON CATTIVO ROSSI'S KNEE!



XD: They've found their target. And Steve follows Keith with a double stomp to that same knee!



BC: Luca Rossi runs in the ring! He saw Manley trying to get Keith out of there, and laid into "Suicidal" Steve from behind with a clothesline!



XD: Good move!! Cheating at it's best! That gives his partner time to recover! Cattivo stands... shakes off the numbness in that leg a bit, and begins to hammer on Steve, though still a bit shaky on that hurt leg. Add a shot for "Kamikazee" Keith as well, knocking him off the apron!



BC: That brings Keith into the ring in a rage! But Steve Manley cuts him off... and Solid Gold take advantage! Cattivo lifts Steve up on his shoulders... AND LUCA FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE, TWISTS INTO A HURRICANRANA OFF OF CATTIVO"S SHOULDRS! THAT COULD END IT!



XD: Cattivo for the pin... ref back in position...



1!










2!










3???


BC: NO! Steve kicked out, but barely! And after a move like that, it's even more amazing!



XD: Cattivo whips Steve off the ropes... Steve scoops the leg coming in, and sweeps the other leg out from under him!



BC: And he wraps the leg of Cattivo... SHARPSHOOTER!!



XD: He's got it on good, too! Luca Rossi over, climbs the top rope... but "KAMIKAZEE" KEITH TACKLES HIM OFF THE TOP! BOTH MEN CRASH TO THE FLOOR!



BC: Both Keith and Luca are on the outside hurting, they landed in a heap, so it's hard to tell who got the best and worst of that one! But in the ring, the Sharpshooter is on! And Cattivo is really feeling this one... he's in center ring, and this may be the end!



XD: Keith and Luca stirring on the outside. "Suicidal" Steve leaning back, and the pressure of this hold is great. Cattivo Rossi may not be able to take the pain...



BC: No, Cattivo is still in this one for a bit, shaking his head at Manley saying he won't give. He looks like he's got no escape... but Cattivo pushes himself up... he's trying to break the hold by crawling to the ropes!



XD: Outside the ring, "Kamikazee" Keith up first... but a shove from behind by Luca sends him into the ringpost! Luca crawls to his feet, and dives in the ring! But Keith has his ankle! Keith is stopping Luca from breaking the hold!



BC: But Luca reaches out... and grabs the hand of Cattivo... and pulls... AND HELPS HIS PARTNER REACH THE ROPES! Great teamwork by Solid Gold!



XD: But Keith pulls Luca out... Irish-Whip... REVERSED!



BC: "KAMIKAZEE" KEITH HIT THE BARRICADE HARD! Keith falls to the floor! But that gave time for Steve to pull Cattivo center ring and apply a Figure Four! Luca back up... climbing into the ring... runs to the ropes... springboard... AND A DROPKICK ON "SUICIDAL" STEVE! MAN! HE HIT THAT AT AN AWKWARD ANGLE!



XD: Steve Manley getting Luca Rossi out of there, but the damage is done. The springboard dropkick broke the figure four, and Cattivo gets up. He's limping heavily... but TAGS OUT TO LUCA!



BC: Luca Rossi leaps into the ring, and drops a big elbow onto "Suicidal" Steve. Steve has wrestled almost all of the match for Da Supah Pimps, and desperately needs a tag. Luca up to the top rope on the inside... Steve stands... MISSLE DROPKICK SENDS STEVE SKIDDING ABOUT HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING! That might be all!



XD: No, Luca's not done yet! He leaps over Steve, up onto the top... and HITS THE JACKPOT!



BC: AMAZING FROG SPLASH! LUCA HOOKS THE LEG!



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XD: CATAPULT BODYPRESS BY "KAMIKAZEE" KEITH! Keith broke the pin, but that brings Cattivo back in, and he hits a running bulldog on Keith!



BC: All four men in now, but Solid Gold is in charge here! Cattivo hooks Keith for a suplex... Luca up to the top... LUCA WITH A BODYPRESS! Variation assisted suplex there, as Cattivo dropped back with Keith once Luca hit the bodypress. And Cattivo drops a knee into his midsection for a little salt in the wound!



XD: "Kamikazee" Keith May very well have bruised something in this match.



BC: Now The Rossis go over to "Suicidal" Steve. Cattivo lifting Steve for a powerbomb... Luca assisting



XD: They lift him... but THE KNEE OF CATTIVO GIVES OUT AS STEVE STARTS TO HAMMER HIM WITH PUNCHES!



BC: Steve lands behind them, grabs Cattivo by the arm... and whips him over the top rope to the floor!



XD: Luca Rossi retaliates with a punch to the head. Luca whips Steve off the ropes... Steve bounds off, Luca ducks, telegraphing that one..... and Steve uses the opportunity to kick him in the gut, and FLING LUCA OVER THE TOP ROPE, FLIPPING OUT ONTO CATTIVO!



BC: And now "Kamikazee" Keith is up... he runs to the ropes, hops over the top... AND ASAI MOONSAULTS BOTH ROSSI BROTHERS! And Steve is following him out.



XD: Everyone is out on the floor! Manley counting... and Steve and Keith are in charge again...



BC: Who's the legal man?



XD: Who CARES!??



BC: Steve and Keith toss Luca back in the ring... Steve with a GERMAN SUPLEX! AND KEITH WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT! THEY CALL THAT "THE FINAL STATEMENT"!!



XD: AND STEVE HOOKS THE LEG!



BC: MANLEY COUNTS!



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BC: CATTIVO'S UP... BUT KEITH REBOUNDS OFF THE OPPOSITE SIDE LEAPS *OVER* STEVE, LUCA, AND MANLEY AND OUT ONTO CATTIVO, CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!!! AGAIN!




XD: WOW! THE FLASHBULBS FOR THAT ONE BLINDED ME!






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[DING! DING!! DING!!!]



BC: 'NUFF SAID WIN THIS ONE!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!!



XD: That was soemthing nobody expected in a million years!



BC: That is it from us for right now, back to Eric and Larry.



[The screen switches back to our main announce team, still obviously shocked by what they are witnessing tonight in Indianapolis.]



EC: Steve and Keith pull through in an amazing tag contest here on Explosion!



LW: That cheap-ass referee robbed The Rossis! This was an old-fashioned street mugging!



EC: Oh give it a rest already! Your boys got beat tonight Larry, suck it up and move on with your life. I saw your career record; you should be used to losing by now!



LW: How many times do I have to tell you of my championship pedigree Chaney?



EC: Would you just let it die Larry. You were good, but not the superstar you paint yourself out to be.



LW: You want to die right here tonight in Indiana, don't you Chaney. Well, I can accommodate you without prejudice!



EC: Larry, I never said you were awful, just not the greatest of all time. Deal with it like a man.



LW: I hope they fire your ass soemtime soon.



EC: Nope....remember this job was a promotion big fella! We get the chance to actually call the next match ont he docket! And it shoudl be a real high flying affair!



LW: Not my cup of tea, but thos ematches can really prove who is the best talent. The cream will rise to the top with one of the participants being from a wrestling-heritaged family!



EC: Well lets take the fans to ringside where Steven Stewart is ready to introduce our participants.



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| NEWF EXPLOSION (10-27-07) |
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| "FlyKing" ALEX |
| WILL GEDDINGS VS. VAN STEELE |
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| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
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[The screen switches to show ring announcer Steven Stewart stannding at center ring, microphone in hand.]



SS: This match is set for one fall and a 20-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois....the youngest of his wrestlign family....


A L E X


V A N


S T E E L E ! ! ! ! !



[Kill the lights, put the children to bed and kick that jam.]



[The jam being Marilyn Manson's "mOBSCENE" as it beings to ring out over the PA system. Just as soon as the song gets going the lights in the arena begin to flash and swirl to the beat of the song, from the back of the entrance portal out walks the youngest of the Van Steele family, Alex. He wears a pair of shiny metallic looking pants, a pair of black shoes, and black cord belt to complete the lower body. His hands and wrists are taped up as well. With little regard for the reaction of the crowd, Alex holds out his arms and there is a shower of silver fireworks behind him.]



# You came to see the mobscene, I know it isn't your scene #
# It's better than a sex scene and it's so [bleep]ing obscene, obscene yeah.#


[Alex cracks a half smile and begins to walk towards the ring, jawing with the fans who happen to be standing in the aisle seat. The lights continue to follow Alex as if they were a spotlight, with the rest of the arena in near darkness as the music continues to rattle on. Slowly, but surely Alex gets into the ring and stands on the middle ropes facing out towards the crowd soaking up the negative reaction. Alex instead of getting ready for his match takes the cell phone out of his pocket and places in the corner of the ring.]



EC: I'm excited about getting to call this match Larry. Van Steele is a great talent, and he looks focused as he walks to the ring.



LW: He certainly does Chaney. This kid comes form a long line of wrestlers. His grandfather was an old-school wrestler and so was his Daddy. It's in his blood.



EC: However, I think he'll have his hands full tonight with his opponent.



SS: And his opponent, from Florence, South Carolina.....the man known as a top aerial star throughout the world. Here is....



"F L Y K I N G"


W I L L


G E D D I N G S ! ! ! ! !



<<"My Hero" by Foo Fighters begins to a loud, yet mixed pop. The curtains open up as Will Geddings emerges. Geddings is wearing long black pants and a University of South Carolina t-shirt. His short hair is sticking out from underneath a baseball cap. Geddings slides under the ring and hops up onto the near turnbuckle, gazing out into the fans. As the music lowers, he turns, sits on the top buckle and receives a microphone from outside the ring. As he sits, he reaches towards his boot and produces a small book.>>



[Geds]: Man, oh man...am I blushing? Is my face red? I took time in my apartment last week talking about...well, let's be blunt...I was bashing you Alex...I mean, Mr. Von Steele.



<<Geddings hops off the buckle and opens up the book, staring down into it.>>



[Geds]: Alex Von Steele. Young buck of the fighting Von Steele's.



<<A ring attendant hops up onto the apron and motions Geddings over to him. Geddings lowers the mic and heads over, lending his left ear to the attendant.>>



[Geds]: Van? Are you sure? Of the fighting Van Steele family.



<< Geddings continues.>>



[Geds]: So, I figured I'd hate to waste this opportunity to add you to my list of names here. I have autographs from all of the big names in the sport, arranged in order from greatest to least for my convenience...here we have Retribution...



<<page flip>>



[Geds]: And Rob Cole...



<<page flip>>



[Geds]: And this page? This page I'm saving Kyra Braddock. I've even left a little space for her phone number. She'll find me like a fine box of wine...bound to get better...



<<Scattered laughter as Geddings keeps flipping through pages.>>



[Geds]: I've reserved most of these pages for other potential big names...and staff members...and a couple of janitors. Ah, here we go.



<<Geddings extends the book towards Van Steele, giving him the inside of the back cover to sign.>>



[Geds]: If you could please extract your thumb from your ass, Mr. Van Steele, could you sign my book? Maybe a phone number or something as well? Someday, I might want my pizza in thirty minutes or less, and I wanna know exactly who I can call.



<<Geddings tosses the book down at Van Steele's feet and removes his teacher.>>



EC: Well the referee is signaling for the bell!



LW: Let's get it on!



[DING! DING!! DING!!!]



LW: Van Steele with a fake lock-up into a standing side headlock! Now that is something I used to do in *MY* day.



EC: In YOUR day? Back in those times you only knew five moves and they were ALL rest holds.



LW: Shut up you puny little waste of a man.



EC: Geddings grabs the wrist and pushes Van Steele off and into the ropes. Geddings misses with a lariat attempt and Van Steele clamps on a sleeper hold!



LW: Geddings will never give in to that crap! I hate to admit it, but true wrestling is the only way Van Steele can easily take out Will Geddings tonight!



EC: Van Steele is trying to wear him down, but Geddings counters with a sit-down chinbuster. Van Steele is staggering backwards into the ropes. Geddings is up, but misses with another lariat attempt and Van Steele again with a sleeper hold!



LW: Oh please! Hey wait! It's having an effect this time!



EC: You're right! Geddings has dropped to one knee! The referee is over to check on him and he begins counting at Van Steele?!?!



LW: WHAT?!?!



EC: The referee is yelling at Van Steele to break the hold because his lower arm is choking Geddings!



LW: I thought that was the point of the hold?



EC: No, the sleeper is not a chokehold Larry. I thought you knew that since you were a former wrestling champion.



LW: Shut up!



EC: The referee forces the break and Geddings slumps to the mat. Van Steele immediately grabs Geddings' right arm and clamps on a hammerlock and has Geddings pinned stomach first on the mat.



[Crowd: BORING! BORING]



LW: These fans are stupid many times, but I gotta agree.



EC: They know that Van Steele is not wrestling his normal gameplan.



LW: Well he may have changed it up some because of Geddings being a master at pre-match scouting.



EC: That may be true. Geddings begins rubbing Geddings' face in the mat! ARMBAR HUMILIATION! He is really taking it to Geddings now and Will is pissed! Van Steele continues to smack the back of Will's head and the referee has seen enough.



[Crowd erupts in a face pop when the referee pulls Van Steele off of Geddings.]



LW: What right did he have to push Van Steele off like that?



EC: Van Steele seemed to get upset when he heard the boring chants and decided to do the humiliation on Geddings. The referee tells him to knock it off and Geddings stands up and pushes the referee out of the way and slaps Van Steele right across the face!



LW: Geddings seems as if he is pretty angry, but I can understand his frustration.



EC: Geddings comes back with a hard right hand that staggers Van Steele! Geddings with a spinning back fist to the side of Van Steele's head and down goes Van Steele!



LW: Geddings looks good, real good.



EC: He sure does. That humiliation move by Van Steele just may have been all the motivation Will Geddings needed! Geddings grabs Van Steele and nails a Vertical Suplex!



LW: Textbook!



EC: It sure was. Geddings continues his assault as he pulls Van Steele up and performs a big belly-to-belly suplex! Geddings is in rare form, and I think he looks better tonight than he has in any other match in NEWF so far!



LW: You might be right. Van Steele needs to step up now, or his chance could be gone.



EC: Van Steele is holding his left shoulder! That big suplex from Geddings may have caused Van Steele to land a little wrong and now Geddings sees him holding it!



LW: Like blood for a shark!



EC: Geddings grabs Van Steele by that left arm and whips him into the ropes. Van Steele runs over a dropped down Geddings before Geddings performs a drop-toe hold! INTO AN STF!!! Geddings grabbed that left arm and wrenched it back for the STF and Van Steele is in real pain here!



LW: Van Steele's shoulder is toast!



EC: The referee is over to check on this and see if there is cause for the match to end! I guess Van Steele regrets signing on for this match now, doesn't he?!?!



LW: Shut up!



EC: The referee is still checking on Van Steele's condition as Geddings has a firm grip on that STF. The strain on the face is showing as he leans back on it!



[Van Steele manages to move his foot and slip it on the bottom rope.]



LW: Force the break ref! Come on!



EC: Geddings is upset at the referee because he forced a break in the hold! Geddings is up in the referee's face and Van Steele is beginning to stir!



LW: Van Steele stands up, but still has a hold of that shoulder! Damn the luck!



EC: Geddings turns around and kicks Van Steele in the stomach...ACE CRUSHER! ACE CRUSHER! This one could be over as Geddings yells at the referee to come and count his cover!



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LW: Van Steele KICKED OUT!



EC: Yes he did, but at what price? That shoulder is already injured and kicking out only furthers the damage.



LW: Van Steele is as tough as they come, both of these guys are primo athletes.



EC: They are great athletes no doubt. Van Steele rolls out of the ring and his mentor comes over to him as he tries to recover. Geddings leaves the ring right after him!



LW: Now this gets interesting!



EC: Geddings grabs Van Steele, whipping him into the steel ring post! Geddings is relentless! Geddings takes Van Steele's head and smashes it into the ring steps and Van Steele crumples to the arena floor!



LW: Geddings seems to be bloodthirsty tonight. You might get confused and think he was a shootfighter and not a wrestler. (chuckles)



EC: Geddings grabs Van Steele and slides him back inside the ring as the referee was up to the count of eight! Geddings is in and he literally tosses Van Steele into the corner and lands a vicious looking knife-edged chop!



[Crowd: WHOOOOO!]



LW: Geddings is going to town. He almost reminds me of me!



EC: Except that he has held a title belt?



LW: Bite me loser.



EC: Another chop from Geddings nearly sends Van Steele over the turnbuckle!



[Crowd: WHOOOOOOO! ]



LW: Geddings is still jawing at the referee, and that is not smart at all.



EC: Maybe he *is* like you Larry! (chuckles) Geddings turns back to face Van Steele and Van Steele sticks a thumb right into Geddings' eye!



LW: Now THAT is how you turn the tide of a match!



EC: Geddings tries a swinging roundhouse, but Van Steele ducks and shoves Geddings into the same corner. Van Steele smiles as he nails a punch right to the chin!



LW: Dang! Van Steele seems pissed now!



EC: Van Steele with a chop! And Another!



[Crowd: WHOOOOOO!]



LW: Van Steele is back in control! Yeah baby!



EC: Van Steele grabs Geddings' shoulders and jumps onto his legs...MONKEY FLIP OUT OF THE CORNER! Geddings rolls right onto his feet and nails the opposite turnbuckle!



LW: Damn!



EC: Geddings staggers back towards Van Steele and he runs and nails a SPINNING LEG LARIAT! What a move by the big man! Geddings is down and Van Steele is smiling and just pointing to himself. What a showboat!



LW: He's just getting started my young broadcast dope. Just getting started indeed!



EC: Van Steele into the ropes and he drops quickly into a running legdrop! Geddings is in trouble! Van Steele leaps into the corner and propels himself...MOONSAULT! Textbook moonsault by Van Steele! Why isn't he pinning him?



LW: Why should he? Strange is the man and his plan is becoming evident!



EC: And what is that?



LW: TOTAL HUMILIATION!



EC: This show boating makes me ill!



LW: Proof positive that you are no better than these idiots sitting behind us! You need to be more impartial.



EC: Give me a break!



LW: It's true!



EC: Van Steele finally walks over to Geddings. He pulls Geddings up, but Geddings buries a forearm shot a little south of the border and Van Steele is in pain quickly!



LW: One good turn deserves another I guess.



EC: Van Steele is still on his feet, but he is bent over and trying to catch his breath...



LW: (interrupting) ...and his nads! (chuckles)



EC: Geddings leans into the ropes and then lands a Rocker Dropper on Van Steele! The tide has turned again folks! Geddings is not done as he picks Van Steele up and sets him up near the corner.



[Geddings has Van Steele in a piledriver/powerbomb position with Geddings' back next to the corner.]



LW: This could be it if he nails it!



EC: Geddings lifts...RUNNING POWERBOMB! Boy did Van Steele hit hard! He landed so forcefully that his legs bounced around and actually got tangled on the second turnbuckle! Wow!



LW: Geddings is motioning for the referee to come and count.



EC: Geddings grabs Van Steele and rolls him back over for a cover! The count by the referee!



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LW: He pinned Van Steele! I can't believe it! What a sad, sad day!



EC: NO!!! The referee is holding up only two fingers! Van Steele managed to get his foot on that bottom rope and break the count!



LW: YES! My boy is still in it!



EC: Geddings is once again up and in the referee's face. He seems livid with the way the referee has been counting the pinfall attempts. Geddings better not let his frustration get the better of him because that could cost him the match.



LW: Geddings is nothing but a crybaby in my opinion!



EC: Well it's nice to know your opinion Larry! The referee and Geddings are now standing in the center of the ring yelling at each other and Van Steele sneaks up behind Geddings...SMALL PACKAGE! The count by the referee!



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LW: Geddings manages to escape! The referee seems to be even on his count pace.



EC: I am amazed you admit that Larry.



LW: Yeah, he counts fast both ways! (chuckles) This guy should never be near a referee's shirt!



EC: Geddings stands up and kicks Van Steele right in the head! He is livid! I haven't seen Geddings this upset since his Widowmakers, INC days back in UEW.



LW: The referee has gotten under his skin! No matter what it looks like now, my man Van Steele has the mental edge.



EC: Geddings pulls Van Steele to his feet and then leans into the ropes. SWINGING NECKBREAKE...WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!



[Van Steele jumps and actually flips around in mid-move and turns the neckbreaker against Geddings. The crowd boos as he smiles from his knees.]



LW: Van Steele is a master! Plain and simple!



EC: Van Steele just reversed a swinging neckbreaker on Will Geddings!



LW: Van Steele is a Genius! A by-God, A-one Genius!



EC: Impartial, huh?



LW: Kiss my...



EC: (interrupting) Van Steele pulls Geddings up and whips him into th....reversal by Geddings! Van Steele rebounds, but Geddings drops the head a little early...FRONT FACE SMASH INTO THE KNEE BY VAN STEELE! Van Steele with a perfect counter there!



LW: It sure was!



EC: Van Steele grabs Geddings and nails a quick DDT! Van Steele still has the chancery on Geddings as he stands and lifts him for a VERTICLE SUPLEX! Good Lord!



LW: Now we get to have some fun!



[Van Steele stands near the ropes and flips off members of the ringside crowd. He seems to yell at them, but we can't tell or hear what he is saying.]



LW: Here comes a great move boy!



EC: Van Steele runs and cartwheels over Geddings and then jumps to the second rope and propels himself back INTO A MOONSAULT! WHAT A MOVE!



LW: Like clockwork! This guy is butter!



EC: Van Steele is not covering Geddings! The fans are booing because he is pointing at the referee and says he can't get a fair count! Now isn't that ironic that the referee has counted even the entire match and yet Van Steele finally tries to end the match!



LW: Yeah baby! Van Steele is the man! Van Steele covers as the referee Counts!



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EC: NO!!!!! Geddings got his foot on the bottom rope! Good Lord what a match! Van Steele is livid with the referee as he thinks this match should be over!



LW: And it SHOULD! Both men now have issues with the referee's counts and this referee really has his hands full!



EC: Geddings is not moving still and Van Steele just shrugs away from the referee and climbs the turnbuckle again. He wouldn't try it again would he?



LW: Hell yeah, why not?



EC: Van Steele perches there and gives a small hand signal to the fans before leaping. He takes off....



LW: NO!!!



EC: GEDDINGS MOVED! GEDDINGS MOVED! Van Steele caught nothing but canvas! Geddings was just playing opossum coaxing him to try another Plunge!



LW: Man is this guy tough! I can see myself in his style!



EC: Geddings is up to his feet and he is just waiting for Van Steele to stand up! Geddings has acted like a totally different guy tonight. Utterly focused and intense.



LW: It has been interesting to see his desire tonight, but it won't outdo Van Steele no matter what he tries!



EC: Geddings decides he can't wait any longer and pulls Van Steele to his feet, whipping him across the ring and into the ropes! Geddings goes to lift into a Somao....



LW: VAN STEELE FLIPPED OVER HIS SHOULDER AND LANDED ON HIS FEET!!! He spins Geddings around and NAILS THE "SUDDEN HEAD TRAUMA"!!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!



EC: I hate it when you are right Larry, I really do. Van Steele with a cover!


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LW: GEDDINGS' FOOT WAS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE AND THE REFEREE WON'T LET THAT STAND!



EC: I can't believe how literally "by the book" the referees have been tonight! Will Geddings saved by the little-utilized rule and the fans are giving him what for as he goes off ont he referee.



LW: Good thing Kilston has a good temperament, because any other man would have smacked Van Steele for the thinsg he is yelling at him!



EC: Van Steel is pulling Geddings away form the ropes and Geds is not moving at all!



LW: He's as tired as my ex-wife!



EC: Alex Van Steele climbs the corner again and perches ont he top turnbuckle!



[The crowd gives a moderate heel pop for Van Steele posing ont he top turnbuckle.]



LW: 450 splash coming up.......



EC: GEDDINGS MOVED!!! GEDDINGS MOVED!!!



LW: You just can't waste time like that! What a rookie mistake!!!



EC: Geddings up and grabs Van Steele.....EAGLE CLAW DDT!!! HE NAILED IT!!!



LW: DAMN IT!!!



EC: THE FANS CHANT THE THREE COUNT WITH THE REFEREE!!!



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EC: Will Geddings survives his first NEWF contest! What a match!



[Gedings slides out of the ring and lets some ringside fans sign his autpgraph book as he exits the ringside area.]



LW: It sure was and not for a rookie mistake, Van Steele would have gotten an impressive upset to begin his career.



EC: Folks, we'll be right back with more Explosion right after this commercial break. Stay right where you are!



[As commercials begin to play, this one runs first.]



[The screen is black and we hear a very low booming voice come over the black screen.]


VOICE OVER: There are millions of ways to find out more about the NEWF and it's superstars. But here is the newest and best way...


[The screen stays black as we hear an internet dialup connecting and then the screen goes to static for a second. Finally when the static leaves, we see the main page of the NeWF Web site.]


VOICE OVER: The internet. NEWF is now on the internet with all sorts of information about your favorite wrestling superstars. There is the current weekly rankings and the ever popular Title Histories page.


[The screen shows a mouse pointer being moved over to the side menu and clicking on the link to show the won-loss records.]


VOICE OVER: We even have the overall records of every active NEWF superstar! See how your favorite wrestler is doing inside the ring.


[The mouse pointer goes over to the side menu and clicks on the roster link.]


VOICE OVER: You can even see the vital statistics on all of your favorite NEWF superstars. Where did they come from and why did they begin wrestling? It is all inside the roster section waiting to be explored.


[The screen switches to show the mouse clicking on the rumors page link.]


VOICE OVER: Go to the rumor section to find out some information that even the Board of Directors may not want the public to see. It is all here right now, and you have to do is point and click.


[The screen shows the mouse going back to the home page and the logo from the screen literally jumps from the computer screen to fill the entire screen.]


VOICE OVER: Yes NEWF has gone cyber with their new web site. So get you hook up here!


[The voice trails off and we see the logo stay on the screen as the following URL come just under the logo]


http://www.geocities.com/newerawrestlingfederation


[Fade to black.]

[We return from commercials.]



EC: Welcome back folks, we're about to enter unchartered waters for most of us in NEWF.



LW: Oh please tell me we aren't really doing this?



EC: Indeed we are "Crusher!" NEWF Owner Chris Hopper decided he wanted to include something in this venture he has never had before and that is a women's division.



LW: I'm going to lose my lunch.



EC: The NEWF Diamond Title will be what these ladies are fighting for and believe me when I tell you that the competition will be fierce.



LW: I'd rather see these chicks on iron chef. At least then they'd be cooking!



EC: NEWF bought out Granite and then scheduled this match, but even out Owner regretted making this match after seeing tapes of the Granite shows. WHy woudl he have done that Larry?



LW: Am I really the guy you want answering that one Chaney?



EC: Probably not.



LW: So go on.....



EC: He put ladies who literally hate each other on the same team! Nina Grimsson and Achika Akatani can't stand each other. Now they are goign to be teammates? Not even conventuional wisdom would allow for such a blunder.



LW: Shoudl lead to soem fireworks at least.



EC: Yes it should! So let's head to the ring where Bryan Craig and Xavier Dalton return for the call!


_______________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION (10-27-07) |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| SIX-WOMAN TAG SHOWCASE |
| |
| "Kuro Neko" Achika Akatani Summer Blake |
| "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson VS. "Spitfire" Kyra Braddock |
| "The Revolution" Josie Saito Akira Shumasita |
|______________________________________________________________|
| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|


[Screen shows our ringside announcers smiling to the camera.]



BC: Thanks Eric a pleasure to be back in front of the camera again for this historic occassion.



XD: Bry-o this match is going to be a pain to watch, but just might be the sleeper of the show as well.



BC: Right you are and let's not waste anymore time and head to the ring and ring announcer Steven Stewart!



[Screen switches to show Stewart standing at center ring.]



SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a women's diamond division showcase six-woman tag team match!



[Insane guy "chicks getting it on" pop.]



SS: Introducing the firts member of team number one, already in the ring and hailing from Osaka, Japan....


A K I R A


S H U M A S I T A ! ! !



[The fans give a moderate pop for the rookie women's wrestler as she waves to them.]



BC: I think she might be a tad out of her league X-man!



XD: I believe she is, but she is cute for an Asian chick!



BC: I bet you and Watters have great conversations on road trips about the days when men were men and screwed sheep for fun, huh?



XD: Whatever little man.....whatever.....



[Focus is back on Stewart.]



SS: Her first teammate is none other than....


S U M M E R


B L A K E ! ! ! !



["Trouble" by Pink begins to play as the lights flicker and Summer Blake steps from behind the curtains. She wears a white corset, with white lacing, and a pair of black, pin-striped, wide-legged pants. She completes the look with black, wrestling boots and a black bow tie choker, her black hair falling straight down her back.]


[As the crowd cheers, a smile forms across her face and she sprints down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans. She glides up the ringside stairs and slips through the ropes, immediately making her way to the corner. She mounts the second turnbuckle and grins, pointing out to the crowd. She gives them an appreciative nod before hopping down, stretching, and getting ready for the match to start.]



BC: Summer has come in the middle of fall and the fans are loving it!



XD: Who wouldn't?



BC: That was a little too risque' X-man.....



XD: Just stating the obvious chief.......just stating the obvious.



[Focus is back on Stewart.]



SS: And the final member of team number one....hailing from Sheffield, England...here is....


"S P I T F I R E"


K Y R A


B R A D D O C K ! ! ! !



[Electronics cue up, which soon lead to the opening drums and guitar riffs of Within Temptation's "The Heart of Everything". They play through a couple times, before the lead singer Sharon den Adel begins the first verse. Just then, the entrance curtains rustle, and "Spitfire" Kyra Braddock steps out onto the stage. She poses in a fighter's stance, before making her way down the aisle. Fans reach out to slap her hand, but she just ignores them. Once she gets to the ring, she ascends the steps and slips through the ropes. She then ascends a corner to the middle turnbuckle, where she bends down way low to tease the crowd with a shot of her cleavage. She then hops down and tests the ropes as the music fades.]



BC: The big question for now is can all of these ladies co-exist?



XD: They better! Hopper even sent a second referee to the outside to keep any problems from getting out of hand. You know how women are....



BC: This from a guy who has a permanent membership to match.com!



[Focus is back on Stewart.]



SS: And their opponents!



[mild pop.]



SS: Now entering the ring, is the fiercest competitor Granite HIghland Wrestling knew in its brief run. Here is the "Black Cat".....


"K U R O N E K O"


A C H I K A


A K A T A N I ! ! ! ! !


[The crowd rips a massive heel pop as Akatani stands in the corner and stares fown the entrance way. The second referee is already moved into position in the corner she is standing in for safety of the other workers.]



XD: Well I guess now we know why that second referee is out here.



BC: Akatani has a vicious reputation. In fact some of her matches are illegal to watch if you are underage.....even in Japan!



XD: Now *THAT* is my kind of hardcore!



BC: Uh......no Xavier......not that kind of hardcore.



XD: Dammit!!!



[Focus is back on Stewart.]



SS: The second member of the team from Toride City, Japan......a multiple title-holder in numerous federations. Here is....


"T H E R E V O U L T I O N"


J O S I E


S A I T O ! ! ! !


[Lyrics can be heard.]


# I'm gonna wake up, yes and no #
# I'm gonna kiss some part of #
# I'm gonna keep this secret #
# I'm gonna close my body now #


[As "Die Another Day" by Madonna plays, Josie Saito steps onto the entrance ramp and sneers out at the crowd, the fans jeering. She wears a green, tank top and army fatigue pants. She completes the look with black, combat boots, her long hair falling straight down her back and her hands taped. In her right hand is a katana blade.]


# I guess, die another day #
# I guess, die another day #
# I guess, die another day #
# I guess, die another day #


[The young woman stalks to ringside, the blade held high and a stern look on her face. Throughout, her cold gaze remains on the ring, ignoring the fans.]


# I guess I'll die another day #
# (Another day) #
# I guess I'll die another day #
# (Another day) #
# I guess I'll die another day #
# (Another day) #
# I guess I'll die another day #


[As she enters the ring, Josie mounts the second turnbuckle, eying the crowd coldly, before hopping down and tossing her blade aside. She leans against the ropes, waiting for the match to start.]


# Sigmund Freud #
# Analyze this #
# Analyze this #
# Analyze this #


[Music fades out.]



XD: God I have such an asian fettish right now!



BC: Take it to thesushi bar after the show. Right now keep focused because this is where the road gets bumpy....



XD: You ain't whistling dixie my friend......They better have a bigtime leash on Akatani in the next few minutes or all hell will break loose.



[Focus is back on Stewart.]



SS: The final member of the match is another icon in women's hardcore wrestling! She is known around the world as one of the fiercest competitors in the ring and even outside of it. Ladies and Gentlemen....


"M O C K I N G B I R D"


N I N A


G R I M S S O N ! ! ! ! !


[Kreator's "Extreme Aggressions" thunders over the PA as Nina Grimsson makes her way to the ring. Over her wrestling attire, Nina wears a worn denim jacket adorned with chains, spikes, and studs. On the back of the jacket is a patch of a hugely muscled cartoon bird biting through a 2X4 with the words "Mocking Bird" written on the bottom. As she heads to the ring, Nina slaps hands with the fans, however she does not take her eyes off the ring, staring daggers at her partner for the night, Achika Akatani. She removes her jacket and heads into the ring, then gets right up into Achika's face, commencing in a tense staredown between the two.]


BC: Akatani takes a swipe at Grimsson and this match may not even happen!



XD: Get them settled ref!



[Saito grabs Akatani and pushes her back as the referees both corner Grimsson and force her out of the ring and to the corner. The referee, Jorge Marino, is screaming at both teams to pick one person and get the match started.]



BC: Well Akatani has no choice but to stay in the ring because they forced Nina outside and won't allow them to be on the outside atthe same time.



XD: You realize there is no way in hell this strategy of avoiding disaster will work, right Bry?



BC: We can only hope. Shumasita drew the short straw for the opposite team and the bell is finally ready to be rung!



[DING! DING!! DING!!!]



XD: We are underway with out first chick fight in NEWF history!



[Akatani fakes a tie-up and drills a knee directly into the stomach of Shumasita. Ahicka follow is up with a jerk of Akira's hair that sends the younger wrestler to the mat in great pain. Akatani might be wrestling, but she is keeping a watchful eye on Grimsson.]



BC: Achika is sending a message right now folks. It is a simple message to Grimsson and she is using Shumasita as the messanger.



XD: You got that right! Akatani is really going to town, stomping on Akira like she was a thief! This kitty has some claws!!!



BC: You don't know the half of it X-man!



[Akatani pulls Shumasita up and whips her into the ropes. Akira rebounds right back into a spinning heel kick! Shumasita drops tot he mat hard and is immediately pounced on by Akatani, who is punching and clawing at her head while screaming toward Grimsson.]



XD: MEEE-OOOWWWWWW!!!



BC: Grimssonis like a poised tigress! She wants to just go in there and rip Akatani to shreds, but that second referee continues to keep her mindful of the rules in place.



XD: Akatani is just going to work!



BC: PILEDRIVER BY AKATANI!!!! She just lifted her into position and dropped Akira like yesterday's laundry!!! Akira is down and not moving much and all Akatani is doing is staring down Grimsson!



XD: Josie Saito is putting her arms in front of Grimsson, trying to keeop her other partner from attacking. That looks like just as rough of a match as the one in the ring!



[Akatani pulls Shumasita up by her hair and drags her toward the opposite corner. She keeps Akira just out of reach to make a tag....taunting the opponents.]



BC: AKATANI JUST JACK-SLAPPED SUMMER BLAKE!!! She reached over the top rope and slapped Blake in the face! The referee goes over there but Akira managed to touch Blake and she is the legal ma......er....woman in the match now!



[Blake rushes Akatani, but gets tripped by a leg sweep. Akatani immediately grabs the legs and uses leverage to monkey flip Blake into the corner. Akatani takes off and repels off the middle rope as Blake comes stumbling back from the corner after smacking her head on the turnbuckle...]



XD: SPRINGBOARD ENZUIGIRI!!!!! Good God she just about took Summer Blake's head off! That was awesome!!!



BC: And this is not a good spot for Summer Blake!



[Akatani drags Blake tot he corner and pulls her legs up near the top turnbuckle. Blake legs are secured around the turnbuckle and Achika turns to yell for Kyra Braddock to come into the ring.]



XD: What the hell?!?!?!



BC: Blake tied to the tree of woe and Akatani is motioning Braddock into the ring! She is coming! The second referee steps onto the ring steps outside to guard Grimsson because this might be a set-up.



XD: We saw earlier this week on the web casts that these two do have a friendship of sorts. I doubt anybody upstairs knew all of this when putting this match together.



BC: I'm sure Hopper is cringing at the potential disaster here.



[Braddock steps throughthe ropes and takes off with a baseballs lide that sends her boots right into Blake's face. The crowd gives a major move pop as Blake's feet come untangled and she falls to the canvas.]



XD: This is wrong! They are not supposed to fight teammates!



BC: Josie Saito charges into break up the double-team stomping of Blake by Braddock and Akatani. She grabs Achika's shoulder....



XD: Oh...not smart at all!



[Akatani grabs the arm and twists it around before flipping Saito over and toward the opposite corner. The referees both begin trying to break up the brawl in the corner and Grimsson is left all alone.]



BC: AKATANI RUSHES NINA GRIMSSON IN THE CORNER!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!



[Achika leaps over the corner and grabs Grimsson's hair on the way over, yanking "The Mockingbird" into the air and slamming her face-first into the ring steps.]



XD: THAT WAS THE SICKEST MOVE I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!



[CROWD: HOLY S(bleep)!!! HOLY S(bleep)!!! HOLY S(bleep)!!!]



BC: Akatani continues to slam Grimsson's head into the steps and Broaddock just whipped.....REVERSAL BY BLAKE! Blake rebounds with a thesz press!!! Blake is hammering away on her own teammate inside the ring!



XD: Akatani grabs Grimsson and whips her into the guard rail! She rushes Nina!



[Grimsson moves out of a leaping Akatani's way and Ahicka gets nothing but a rib-full of steel.]



BC: NINA MOVED!!! Grimssonm with a boot right to those ribs! This has become nothing more than a brawl!



XD: .....Or as some of us call it......our biggest dream!



BC: Blake throws Braddock out of the ring over the top rope and to the arena floor! Grimsson whips Akatani into the timekeeper's table! This is impossible to keep up with!



[Grimsson grabs the bell and drills Akatani's head with it. Meanwhile, Blake takes a running leap and flies through the second and third ropes toward a standing Braddock only to find her ready......]



XD: BRADDOCK CAUGHT HER IN MID AIR AND WHIRLED HER AROUND IN A POWERSLAM!!! GREAT HORNEYTOADS IN ARIZONA!!!!!



BC: Grimsson smacking Akatani with the ring bell and......she is!!! SHE'S SMILING BACK AT NINA!!!



[Nobody notices the fact that Saito had pulled Shumasita into the ring and set her up for a fisherman's suplex.]



XD: WAIT A SECOND!!!!! Is she legal?



BC: Not the first time you've asked that I can tell!



XD: NO!!!!! In the ring!



BC: SAITO NAIELD THE FISHERMAN SUPLEX AND SHE'S HOLDING THE LEG AND PINNING SHUMASITA! THE COVER!!!



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XD: Wait?!?!?! Neither one was the person in the match?



BC: You might be right X-man, but I think Jorge Marino wanted this one over as quickly as he could get it!



[Stewart announces the winner over the PA system.]



SS: The winners of this match, the team of....


J O S I E S A I T O,


N I N A G R I M S S O N


A N D A C H I K A A K A T A N I ! ! ! !



XD: Here comes the calvary!



[Security guards rumble onto the scene, breaking up both of the brawls between teammates. Akatani and Grimsson refuse to klet go of the strangeholds they have on each other's hair, while Blake and Braddock are both kicking and straining to get back at each other.]



BC: There must be twenty security personnel down here in this deal! Wow!



XD: Akatani has some blood on her forehead too! I can't believe a woman bled on this show! What the hell is the world coming too?!?!?!



BC: Well fans, we're going to send it back to Eric and Larry while security gets this one sorted out.



[The screen shows Larry Watters and Eric Chaney glued to their in-desk TV monitors. Eric finally gets a clue and looks up, almost stuttering as he speaks.]



EC: I can honestly say I never expedted that kind of meyhem form a women's match.



LW: You ever been married Chaney?



EC: Yes, for twelve years now Larry.....you knew that.



LW: Then you must be married to a robot because what I saw out there look like regular marital bliss to me.



EC: We all knew how much animosity was between Akatani and Grimsson, but who would have foresaw Akatania nd Braddock working together on Summer Blake! It was just a surprise is all I am say.....



[The lights dim heavily.]



LW: What the hell is going on now?!?!?!



EC: I have no answers Larry......none at all!



[The lights dim to black mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the scaffolding, circling in the chaos of the blackened archway illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding one can see a figure in a black NEWF sweatshirt with a hoodie over his face.. The figure steps up out onto the stage and looks across the arena as a buzz of curiosity resonates. Loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from either side of the stage!]


# No one dared to #


# Speak of the terrible danger #


#The hideous ancient warnings #


# Forged in the void of night #


[The mystery man slowly walks to the ring as the roars become louder. He steps out wearing navy blue jeans and white Nike sneakers.. Without hesitation, he just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd. With the hoodie covering the expression on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a fist and stares at the crowd taking in a very deep breath. The fans become a blur as he turns towards the ring.]


# He is risen up #


# Out of the blackness #


# Chaos #


#The last of the prophets #


# Sinister #


# A sickening monstrous sight #


[The music surrounds the man as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing the stairs, the man keeps his head down as he makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks out across the sea of fans, and hand locked on the top rope, steps inside with authority. He walks right across the ring as he climbs the buckles pounding his chest.]


# Through stifling heat #


# Underneath the pale green moon #


# I burned with a thirst #


# To seek things not yet seen #


# Climbing endless stairs #


# Leading to the choking room #


# Eager to explore #


# His most shocking mysteries #


[The man drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across the ring as he stands in the center of the ring.. He puts his head down with ease before releasing the hoodie showing dirty blonde locks.. He snaps his head back as the familiar cold blue eyes stare at each of the fnas in attendance showing that Larry Gionet had debuted!]


# Drifting beyond all time #


# Out of a churning sky #


# Drawn to the beckoning light #


# Of the dark eternal night #


[The fans roar their head off at the sight of Larry Gionet! He pulls his hair up from his eyes as the cheers become louder by the second. He paces back and forth taking in the admiration of the NEWF audience. He lets out a few deep breaths that are audible through the microphone. He looks squarely into the camera's lens.]



Gionet: I've been waiting a long month to say what I need to say. So put down that remote listen with your ears and watch with your own eyes. There was a place I called home for nearly 9 years and that once was SPW. I believed the hype, I fought the good fight. I had bloody wars throughout my stay and made lifelong friends. But as I looked around that locker room, those friends started slipping away and the hype that once was like a consuming fire started fizzling out. The promotion that I lived and died for was slowly fading away from my memory.



[Larry Gionet shkaes his head in discouragement. He walks over t othe edge of the apron and puts his head looking down at the mat. He strokes his dirty blonde chin gotee as if in deep thought. Gionet begins to pace slowly around the ring looking back into the camera with the microphone in his right hand.]



Gionet: It appeared that AJ Black was buckling down under the pressure of wanting to become a bigger promotion have shows that would attract more fans. So he lead a new owner into the fold. He made SPW a one ring fucking circus. In my eyes it was no longer SPW it was Shootfire Sports Entertainment. I started a revolution in Black Sunday to bring back what was in my heart. I thought maybe just maybe when I held that world title in my arms for a second time I would bring SPW to a new era. You played with my heart strings and shit all over what I stood for. You told me I wans't charasmatic enough, wasnt cool enough wasn/t overall good enough to be on top of the promotion.



[The boos can be resonated throughout the wrestling arena. Larry looks to his left then slowly to his right as a sadistic smirk flashes across his face. He begins to rub his forehead making it look like a rocky terrain. As if trying to solve a brain teaser, he looks back to the fans on his left with his piercing cold blue eyes.]



Gionet: Last I checked professional wrestling was about two men mano y mano duking it out in this ring with every fiber of thier being. Fighting for honor, fighting for glory fighting for thier lives. Once I saw the charade of what my home had become I had to move on. My heart no longer beat to the same drum. Instead, it started saying N... E... W... F!!! And you know what? SPW's loss, is NEWF's gain!



[The crowd pops huge for the announcement of the latest signing to NEWF. The audience chants Larry's name as Gionet pounds his chest with pride. Larry nods and grits his teeth at the appreciation of his ability. He looks back to the ramp way as he points to it firmly before carrying on with his rally of sorts.]



Gionet: I look in that locker room and when I look at all of these fans and I see hunger. Hunger to give the best of themselves, hunger to see and support professional wrestling. There is going to be a new era in the sport of kings, and it starts with the NEWF. I say we start off this promotion with a bang!!



[Gionet motions with his two fingers for the camera to zoom in. The cameraman obliges showing his facial demeanor; one of determination and ambition that tells its own story. Gionet nods as he breathes through his nose before exhaling like a raging bull seeing the red cloth being thrust right in its face.]



Gionet: What better way to set the New Era Wrestling Federation ON FIRE from the start, than having Larry Gionet winning the NEWF World Championship! Give me everything you have boys because there os NOTHING that is going to get in between me and the championship now that I'm in town! Because, in the end, its not about how or why did I come to the NEWF. Its all about ALL OR NOTHING!! DO OR DIE!! This is my time to prove that I am your future NEWF World Champion!!



[Larry Gionet drops the microphone down on the mat as it makes a loud thud. Gionet exits the ring through the middle rope as the fans cheer his name. He walks up the ramp way slapping a few hands as he walks by. As he stands on the very end of the ramp he raises both fists in the air, soaking in the crowd's immense praise of his coming to the NEWF, before quietly exiting to the locker room area through the curtain.]



EC: GIONET IS IN NEWF!!!



LW: I'll be damned!



EC: What a coup for Chris Hopper to sign the two-time SPW World Champion to the roster, especially after all the turmoil over the leadership there.



LW: I guess he found a better horse to run with.



EC: I believe so and things just got even more interesting for us in NEWF Larry! First Frostbite crashes Hopper's opening speech and now Gionet announces his signing to NEWF! What a night!



LW: IT really is Cheney and now we get to watch Granite's top dog in action, Mr. Joshua Black.



EC: It is main event time for us here in NEWF and we're going to have the privledge of calling the action for you.



LW: Well you send the best for the biggest matches. I don't know why you are here, but they definitely got this seat witht he right ass in it.



EC: Let's head to the ring announcer and get this main event party started!!!


_______________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION (10-27-07) |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| MAIN EVENT !!!!!! |
| |
| JAIDEN "Greatness Personified" |
| ANDREWS VS. JOSHUA |
| BLACK |
|______________________________________________________________|
| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|



[The screen shows Steven Stewart at center ring, microphone in hand.]



SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is tonight's main event!!!



[Crowd pop.]



SS: The following match is set for one fall and a twenty-minute time limit. Introducing first......the man who claims to know what greatness is all about......hailing from Phoenix, AZ.......here is....


"G R E A T N E S S P E R S O N I F I E D"


J O S H U A


B L A C K ! ! ! ! ! !



[The lights in the arena start to flicker as the beginning of "This Is The New Shit" by Marilyn Manson begins to play throughout the arena. A man walks out from the back wearing a black suit and a black shirt with a white tie. He has a thick beard and thick glasses. Obviously, this is Johnny Windham.]


## Everything has been said before ##
## There's nothing left to say anymore ##
## When it's all the same ##
## You can ask for it by name ##


[Next, wearing a tight black leather mini-skirt, a skin tight white shirt that says "Greatness is Here" on the front in black lettering, and black go-go boots, Heather Black walks out from behind the curtain. Her shoulder length blonde hair is tied back and her outfit definitely shows off her figure.]


## Babble babble bitch bitch ##
## Rebel rebel party party ##
## Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" ##
## Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely ##
## Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: ##
## Everybody sing along. ##


[Finally, out from behind the curtain, is the man everyone came to see, "Greatness Personified" Joshua Black. Joshua is wearing his usual black singlet with "GP" written on the front, and "JB" written on the back.. all in yellow lettering. Over the singlet though, he's got a black t-shirt on that reads "Get Ready For Greatness" in yellow lettering. He stands at the entranceway between Johnny and Heather, looks around the crowd smiling, and starts heading to the ring.]


## Babble babble bitch bitch ##
## Rebel rebel party party ##
## Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" ##
## Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely ##
## Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: ##
## Everybody sing along. ##


[As the group gets to the ring, Johnny walks up the steps and walks into the ring. Joshua picks Heather up by the waist and places her on the ring apron, as Johnny holds the ring ropes open for her to climb in. Joshua slides under the bottom rope and walks over to the corner of the ring. He jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, with a cocky grin on his face.]


## Are you motherfuckers ready ##
## For the new shit? ##
## Stand up and admit, ##
## tomorrow's never coming. ##
## This is the new shit. ##
## Stand up and admit. ##
## Do we get it? No. ##
## Do we want it? Yeah. ##
## This is the new shit, ##
## Stand up and admit. ##


[Joshua jumps off the turnbuckle and holds the ropes open for Heather to climb through the ropes. Johnny exits the ring and walks down the steps to the floor, then holds Heather's hand as she does the same as the music dies down and Joshua takes off his shirt and tosses it to Johnny.]



EC: Larry, Black seemingly was on his way to owning Granite when NEWF bought it out. Is he really that good?



LW: You bet you ass he's good. This kid is for real. He showed plenty of toughness in Granite and has the strength and skills to really make life difficult for everybody in the league. That is a fact.



EC: Well he's going to need to be amazing to contend with his opponent tonight.



[Stewart continues the introductions.]



SS: And his opponent! Making his way to ringside...



[Cue "Tortures of the Damned" by Bayside.]



SS: ...hailing from Los Angeles, California.



[The crowd cheers.]



SS: Standing 6'1" and weighing in at 255 pounds...


J A I D E N


A N D R E W S ! ! ! ! !



[The curtains are tossed to the side, and emerging from the back is Jaiden Andrews, who stands at the entrance with his hair masking his eyes. He then looks up, raising a hand to move the hair from his face, then sizes up the cheering crowd. Raising an arm into the air, he makes his way to ringside, slapping hands with the fans as he does so... though his gaze fixates on the ring.]


[Getting to ringside, Andrews slides underneath the bottom rope, then immediately gets to his feet. Walking to each of the turnbuckles, Andrews climbs them and raises his arms into the air, the fans cheering and taking pictures. As he descends the last turnbuckle, he makes his way to his corner, taking off the t-shirt and tossing it backwards into the crowd. Andrews then looks down, beginning to take deep breaths and preparing a strategy for his upcoming match.]



EC: That man right there may be the best all-around talent in NEWF right now Larry.



LW: If you say so, but I don't think he has the guts to stick it out against a guy like Black. This match is already over and Andrews just don't know it yet.



EC: Referee Herman Gehl motions for the bell and this one is ready ot get under way!



[DING! DING!! DING!!!]



EC: And here we go. The main event is underway. Andrews and Black are circling each other. Andrews vaults forward with a clothesline attempt, but Black ducks!



LW: Joshua with a dropkick to Andrews' back, but Andrews simply stumbles forward, bouncing off the ropes and catching the recovering Black with a HUGE forearm!



EC: Black staggers back, but launches a boot to Andrews' midsection. Black with a front facelock as Andrews doubles over, and a big swinging neckbreaker sends him down!



LW: Black floats over and smashes Andrews with a fist to the face! That's what I like to see!



EC: Black pulls Andrews up by the hair, but Andrews launches an uppercut to Joshua's sternum. Still on his knees, with Black doubled over, Andrews lands another stiff uppercut right to Joshua's jaw!



LW: Andrews has Black up now, and whips him into the ropes, Andrews catches him on the rebound...



EC: STUN GUN!



LW: Thank you for interrupting me, Captain Obvious.



EC: Hey! Black lying on the mat, clutching his neck!



LW: Andrews grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet...



EC: Another Irish whip...



LW: Black's gonna be punch drunk after all these Irish whips, just like he WAS Irish!



EC: Bad joke.. Andrews off the other side, Black ducks a clothesline and Andrews goes right past him!



LW: Black with a drop toe hold on Andrews! He's going for an ankle lock!



EC: But Andrews fires a boot right into Black's nose! Andrews scrambles away and quickly gets to his feet as Black rises as well.



LW: Andrews advances and hits a kick to Joshua's gut, Black takes it in stride and steps foreward with a right cross. Black with his own kick to Andrews' stomach, and a snap suplex takes down Andrews!



EC: Black with the advantage now, drops an elbow and applies a chinlock!



LW: How *wonderfully* exciting.



EC: It's a technically sound move.



LW: Yeah, if you're Vinny Van Dam or Lucious Jasmine.



EC: Ugh. Andrews pushes himself to his feet, and lifts Black up, dropping him with a side suplex!



LW: Black rolls to the ropes and under to the outside. Andrews follows him out though, coming from behind and smashing his head against the retaining wall at ringside!



EC: Black now thrown inside by Andrews. Jaiden back in, and he lifts up Black... OH! Turnbuckle powerbomb! He lifted Black up into a powerbomb position and dropped him right onto the turnbuckles!



LW: Black slumped in the corner, and Andrews is just putting the boots to him!



EC: Andrews is being given the five count! Herman Gehl pushes him away!



LW: Andrews pushes past Gehl, back towards Black, and launches a right hand to his forehead.



EC: Andrews drags Black out of the corner, and plants him to the mat with a body slam. Andrews drops an elbow!



LW: Jaiden Andrews is dragging Black back up by hishair again! He locks on a front facelock...



EC: But Black elbows him in the gut! Flipping him over with a fireman's carry!



LW: Black right on top, blasting forearms down onto Andrews' chest.



EC: Black grabs Andrews' arms and stretches him back into a surfboard!



LW: Black's knee is firmly planted into Andrews' back, and he's wrenching back on his arms.



EC: Andrews furiously shaking his head! OH! Andrews leaned his head forward and sent it flying back right into Joshua Black's face! He may have broken his nose!



LW: Black flew back and rolled out of the ring! He's lifting his mask a bit and checking to make sure his nose isn't bleeding... but it is!



EC: He may have a broken nose here, Larry. Black is rolling inside and Andrews and Black lock up... Front facelock by Andrews into a runnning bulldog!



LW: Andrews drags Black up again, but Joshua hurls himself forward and hits Andrews in the gut with a shoulderblock.



EC: Black backdrops the doubled over Andrews, dropping a leg across the chest.



LW: Black pulls him up but Andrews grabs him in a waistlock!



EC: Andrews attempts a belly to belly, but Black blocks it and executes a double arm overhead suplex! Amazing power by the lighter Black!



LW: Black pulls Andrews up, bodyslam coming... but Andrews slips out!



EC: Andrews with a waistlock... German Suplex! Wait, he rolls through... Another follows!



LW: Andrews rolls through again and sends Black flying with an overhead release German Suplex!



EC: Andrews is furious! He's battering Joshua with forearms to the head and neck area!



LW: Black keeps trying to get up but Andrews keeps knocking him down!



EC: Standing headscissors by Andrews... Piledriver!



LW: NO!



EC: YES!



LW: NO!



EC: Almost! Black kept blocking by wriggling his legs back and forth! Now he drops Andrews with a double leg takedown!



LW: He holds on to Andrews' legs... and is trying to flip him for a boston crab!



EC: Andrews pushing against the mat, trying to keep himself from being turned over... But Black relentlessly trying to take that long step over Andrews' body...



LW: And he does! Black hovering over Andrews' lower back now! Wrenching those legs almost out of their sockets. That's an inovative move there.



EC: Larry, it's a boston crab!



LW: Yup - very archaic, and very innovative. Don't see those much these days. I, personally, was a big fan of the boston crab, used it in a lot of my own matches. But I digress.



EC: Yes, please do. Andrews, meanwhile, is trying to push himself up to relieve some of the pressure and perhaps drag himself to the ropes!



LW: He's doing it very slowly, but he seems to be getting there.



EC: He does, but it's still a long reach to that rope. Andrews pushes himself up though, and another push forward, dragging Black along, yields him the bottom rope!



LW: Black breaks and drops a double axe handle down onto Andrews' shoulderblades!



EC: Andrews struggling to get up, but Black helps him and whips him into the rope... BIG powerslam! And the first cover of the match!



REF: 1....














2.....













NO!



EC: Andrews got a shoulder up at the last minute.



LW: Black pulls him up to his feet, and a bodyslam!



EC: Joshua raises one finger in the air! And another bodyslam, and a second finger!



LW: A third bodyslam, and a third finger! Yes, Joshua Black can count, but that's as far as he's ever gotten.



EC: Larry! Black bounces off the opposite ropes and drops a leg across Andrews' chest.



LW: He pulls Andrews to his feet again and hits a butterfly suplex!



EC: Black grabs the legs and slingshots Andrews into the corner! He stumbles out and into Black!



LW: DDT! Huge DDT by Black, and he floats over on top of Andrews, hooking a leg.



REF: 1...









2...










3?






EC: NO! Andrews kicked out again, at the last minute.



LW: Black goes up top!



EC: But Andrews is rising, and as Joshua leaps off, Andrews catches him with a heel kick to the jaw! Both men are down!



LW: Andrews limply rolls over and drapes an arm over Black's chest!



REF: 1......








2.....











3?







EC: NO! Black got his shoulder up at 2 and a half.



LW: Back and forth these two go. Makin' me dizzy.



EC: Andrews drags Black up. He whips Black into the ropes... EXPLODER SUPLEX! He folded Joshua up like an accordion with that!



LW: Andrews pulls him up again... Gutwrench powerbomb!



EC: Cover!



REF: 1...







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3....?



















EC: NO! Black got his foot on the rope!



LW: Andrews drags Black up again... bodyslam! Black on the mat and ANDREWS IS CLIMBING THE ROPES!



EC: Andrews leaps!



LW: BUT GETS NOTHING BUT CANVAS! BLACK ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST MINUTE!



EC: Referee Herman Gehl counts!



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EC: Andrews is on his feet! And Black is up to his knees!



LW: Andrews grabs Black... Rocker Dropper!



EC: And the cover!



REF: 1...









2...















3...?















LW: NO! Geeze, Black barely got a shoulder up!



EC: Andrews drops an elbow to Black and goes up top again!



LW: Elbow drop! NO! He got nothing but knee!



EC: And Black with a cover..



REF: 1....













2......















3......?








EC: NO! Andrews kicked out!



LW: Black drags him up... Kneelift and DDT!



EC: Black drops a forearm on Andrews' neck, and a boot to the back.



LW: He pulls Andrews up... DEAL WITH IT!!!! HE NAILED IT OUT OF NOWHERE!



EC: AND THE REF COUNTS!



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3....?









































NO!



EC: ANDREWS KICKED OUT!



LW: BLACK DRAGS HIM UP... BUT HE MISSES A BACK BRAIN KICK, ALSO KNOWN AS THE ENZUGIRI KICK!



EC: Andrews has that leg, and drags Black to his feet..



LW: NO! BLACK REVERSED IT INTO AN URINAGE!



EC: Andrews and Black are both spent...



LW: Both men are rising.. Black with a waistlock...



EC: Counter by Andrews, that standing switch brings him behind. Andrews grabs Joshua's arms.....BELLY-TO-BACK ARM TRAP CRADLE SUPLEX!!! HOLW MOLY WHAT A MOVE!!!



LW: But can Andrews take advantage......that move has Black down and out on the canvas!



[The crowd begins to get loud as if somethign is happening away from the ring.]



LW: Andrews getting to his feet as it seems the crowds is buzzing about something.



[The screen switches to see Frostbite coming through the crowd as he hops over the guard rail.]



EC: What is he doing back in the arena? Didn't Hopper kick him out of here earlier?



[Frostbite looks underneath the ring and grabs an steel chair and climbs into the ring.]



LW: Frostbite has some evil intentions on his mind and I think he's goign to make a statement tonight Chaney.



EC: Andrews doesn't see Frostbite entering the ring. He has no clue!



# BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[Frostbite delivers a chair shot that makes the entire first three rows cringe, dropping Andrews down to the canvas.]



LW: MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOTHER OF ALL CHAIR SHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[Frostbite drills Andrews right between his eyes as he drops to the mat. Black gets to his feet. and Frostbite nails Andrews with another chair shot.]



# BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



EC: HE'S BUSTED OPEN!!! Andrews is bleeding form his forehead profusely!



LW: Frostbite connects to the upper part of the back of Black. As he goes flying through the ropes.



[Frostbite pulls Andrews to his feet and whips him into the ropes and catches Andrews by his legs and spins him around and drops his throat first across the top ropes. Andrews bounces off the ropes as Frostbite grabs his neck and spins him around and catches him with an reverse neckbreaker right onto the chair face first.



EC: What a shot!! Andrews is out cold andbleeding like a faucet!!! Frostbite has ruined our first show!!



LW: Talking about making an statement. And all Hopper had to do was take the man's challenge



EC: And he has to do this because Hopper didn't take him up on an simply challenge?!?!?!



[Security hits the ring, but Frostbite sees them and drops to the floor and races through the crowd.]



EC: Hopper is headng to the ring!



[Hopper climbs into the ring to check on Andrews.]



LW: Frostbite is laughing at Hopper.



EC: And you can see that Hopper has an ticked off look on his face.



[Frostbite flips Hopper the bird and the crowd responds with the mother of all heel pops.]



EC: FANS WE ARE OUT OF TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



LW: What a great first show.



EC: What will come of this Hopper and Frostbite thing. I am sure those two aren't done with each other not by an long shot. See you next time on Explosion!!!



[The screen with the announcers fades into a screen that has the first picture listed below in it. The still change as the credits roll. "Epic" by Faith No More begins playing in the background as the following set of stills recapping the night's action begins to roll.]



[Picture still of Frostbite flying backward after being shoved by NEWF Owner Chris Hopper.]



[Picture still of Erik Grimsson's arm being raised after shocking the world with a victory in the fatal four-way.]



[Picture still of Zeke McGinty dropping Dan Broussard to the mat just before the pin that wont he match.]



[Picture still of Achika Akatani flying throught he air, grabbing Nina Grimsson's hair.]



[Picture still of Larry Gionet standing at center ring.]



[Picture still of Jaiden Andrews laying on his back on top of a steel chair with blood pouring out of his forehead.]



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***CREDITS***
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Broussard/McGinty --> written by Neal Thayer
All other matches by Chris Hopper




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