[The screen is black.]

[Slowly, white letters appear from left to right witht he following phrase...]

L A S T

W E E K . . .

[The screen shows the clip[ of Hopper staring down Frostbite. We hear Frostbite's words over the slow-motion footage.]

Frostbite: I hate to break up your little celebration. I bet I was the last person you expected to see here....Hopper the reason that I am here is to put you in your place.....you are nothing but an has been............

[Video returns to regular speed showing Frostbite shoving 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!!!!!!!!!!


[Screen goes to black, then begins showing the footage from later in the show.]


[Joshua Black and Jaiden Andrews are both struggling to their feet as we hear our announce team over the taped action.]


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.]


[The screen goes black as the main credits begin to roll....]

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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 Freedom Hall in Louisville, Kentucky. Fireworks begin to explode as the fans are cheering wildly. There are banners and signs everywhere. One of the signs say, "Gionet hits the G-spot". Another says, "I mark for tomato soup!". Yet another says, "Got turnbuckle?" As the screen shows the pandimonium at ringside, our announcers canbe heard.]


Eric Chaney: Welcome to New Era Wrestling Federation and this week's edition of NEWF Explosion!


Larry Watters: What a week Chaney!


[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 waiting 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: You can say that again Larry! The NEWF has heated up even more since last week after that vicious attack by Frostbite on Jaiden Andrews and the legal troubles it caused the league....


LW: Much less the blood it cost Andrews! What a shot he took!


EC: We'll be hearing from Andrews at some point in the evening, that much is for certain!


LW: Who cares about that Chaney? What is important is that we get to see Frostbite actually wrestle! Now he will show just why that attack on Andrews was only the beginning of what he will do here!


EC: We also will see the NEWF ring debut of Larry Gionet, which has sent shockwaves through the wrestling community.


["The Great Gate of Kiev" begins its classical majesty on the PA system.]


EC: What is this?


LW: Sounds like trouble to me!


EC: You might be right "Crusher"!


[The screens witches to show the entrance way as the curtains part, the wrestler who emerges seems a little more modern.]

[She's 5'8 and maybe 160 lbs of muscle. As she strolls saucily down to ringside the fans get to see that a lot of it is ... well, ass. Her skinny jeans struggle to hold the bunching muscles of her thighs and glutes. The sleeveless black T-shirt she wears shows off hard knots of shoulders and chiselled biceps and triceps. Jagged white letters across the back of the T-shirt read: "MISFIT." ]

[Yes, Dalbello Rage has come to the NEWF. She steps into the ring, calling for a microphone. As an eager ring boy brings it to her she strolls around the four corners of the ring, letting everybody get a good look at her. An entitled smile plays around her lips as she glances slyly at the crowd. She lifts the mic to her lips and pauses a moment. She wedges her free hand into her head full of braids. In that pose she speaks.]


Dalbello: For those of you who don't know ... my name is Dalbello Rage. I am part of the NEWF Women's Division. That means this place is the place to be right now. You're being treated to the greatest wrestler to walk the face of this Earth. That isn't ego. That's fact. And you're going to get a special treat in my time here. I'm focussed and happy to be somewhere where I can wrestle a regular schedule.


[She tilts her chin at the crowd, waiting to see if they register the importance of that statement. The crowd seems to get the whiff of arrogance because they start to boo.]


Dalbello: I've seen your roster. I've seen the women's roster. It's not bad. Actually, it's pretty cute. It's got the makings of something decent. But now you have a standard bearer. You think that guy, Gionet, is something to see? Wait til you get a load of me in the ring. You will be happy to spend your grocery money on a ticket.


[The unnecessary cheap shot nettles the crowd.]


Dalbello: I understand how difficult it is to afford the privilege of watching me in the ring. I really do. I'm not trying to be rude. I'm telling you I understand. I'm trying to relate. I don't know why you're upset.


[It seems the crowd detects sarcasm or insincerity. The boos start to get a little rowdier.]

Dalbello: Fine, be that way, but I'm telling you this. You are in for a show. I am _hands down_ the best wrestler in the business. There isn't a woman out there I can't wrestle circles around. I could call out each wrestler in the back and explain why she isn't as good as me, but why give the competition some of my reflected glow. They all know the truth and in this ring you are going to see it for yourself. There isn't one out there I can't make submit or hold down for a three count. I've built up a legacy in this business. I have the most credibility of any woman in this profession. I'm a gold magnet and I'm ready to add to my collection. Right now, I am declaring myself your uncrowned women's champion. There's no one else capable of hanging with me. I don't care how the championship is decided. Give me someone to fight and I'll win it. Let it be Ironwoman matches, I'll win it. Let it be hardcore matches, I'll win it. Ladder matches, battle royals, lumberjack matches, scientific matches ... it doesn't matter because I'm a habitual winner. And I'm not ready to break the habit. So for those booing, continue being bitter and jealous, that I am far more fabulous than you ever will be and for the rest of you who haven't been fortunate enough to see the greatest wrestler alive in action strap yourselves in ... because I'm going to take you on a hell of a ride. Good night and God Bless, your new champion is out of here.


[Dalbello makes a point of bowing stiffly to each side of the ring. As she straightens up she gives a smirk to each section of fans. "The Great Gate of Kiev" hits and Dalbello makes her exit, doing her patented baby mama stroll back down the aisle as she raises one hand in the air and extends her index finger high into the air. With that she's through the curtains and she's gone.]

[The screen again shows our show team at their desk in the back of the arena.]


EC: Looks like the women's division just keeps getting better Larry.


LW: Who cares. They should just be the valets and carry the props to the ring far as I'm concerned.


EC: How enlightened of you "Crusher".


LW: I am who I am, Chaney.


EC: It's time to get some action underway tonight Larry. We have some great matches in store for everyone, including the NEWF debut matches of former ICWF World Champion Frostbite and former SPW World Champion Larry Gionet.


LW: Former doesn't mean anything. Look at the formers that lost last week.


EC: Good point Larry. Last week, former IGA World Champion Chad Allen lost in the fatal four-way and former ICWF World Tag Champs The Rossis were knocked off by 'Nuff Said.


LW: That was so disgraceful.


EC: Well it might happen again tonight as The Cartel looks to knock off the newest tag team arrival, The Foundation.


LW: If it happens again.....I swear I'll just quit this business. Teams that are normally strong NEVER lose to teams like these. Never!


EC: We shall see how right you are, let's head to the ring where Bryan and Xavier are ready to call the match!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION (11-10-07) |
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| TAG TEAM MATCH |
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| THE THE |
| CARTEL VS. FOUNDATION |
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| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
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[The screen switches to our ringside announce crew of Bryan Craig and Xavier Dalton. Craig is a middle-aged gentlemen with slat and pepper hair and a clean-shaven, wholesome look about him. Craig is wearing a blue "NEWF" polo shirt and headset that partially covers the smile on his face. Dalton is bald and has a red goatee, but the flamboyant color man is making up for the lack of locks with a loud, multi-colored hawaiian shirt. The shirt has palm trees and bright birds of all colores on a bright blue background. The shirt is open to reveal the wifebeater he has on underneath. "X-Man" has a cocky smile, as if he knows it all, on his face as Craig begins speaking.]


Bryan Craig: Welcome to ringside fans, I'm Bryan Craig and with me is "the X-Man" Xavier Dalton.


Xavier Dalton: What can I say BC, they had to bring me back. I'm the missing piece, the secret ingredient.....the x-factor, if you will.....


BC: Give it a rest already!


XD: I can't help it if I'm loved. It's a curse my man....a complete and utter curse!


BC: Well before you get so full of yourself that the ring would have to be torn down, let's get into our matchf or this evening.


XD: This match is going to be interesting, though should be a walk in the park for one of the teams.


BC: That is what The Rossis thought last week about 'Nuff Said, and we saw what happened there.


XD: Easily one of the biggest upsets in wrestling history, but it goes to show what happens when wrestlers take their "street cred" too seriously. Once you step outside your bubble, the protection of friendly management isn't there to stop when the real fight starts.


BC: Right you are X-Man! Let's head to the ring and let Steven Stewart give our intriductions!


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


SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the first match of the evening is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall and a twenty-minute time limit!


[Moderate "could be an upset again" pop.]


SS: Introdeucing first, already in the ring, hailing from Miami Florida, Enrique and Dominguez....

T H E

C A R T E L ! ! ! ! ! !


[Enrique and Dominguez are already yelling spanish curse words at ringside fans as the team already knows they are in trouble.]


BC: The boys certainly think they have a shot.


XD: Craig.....these boys aren't the Rossi boys.....This is an entirely different situation and I'd stake my life on this outcome.


[Stewart raises his microphone to continue.]


SS: And their opponents! Being accompanied to the ring by their manager, "The Godfather" Narciso Alessio.....here are "Vanilla" Matt Franklin and "Million Dollar" Marlucci Alessio.....

T H E

F O U N D A T I O N ! ! ! ! !


["A Couple Grand" By Yung Joc rings out over the PA system as spotlights in the shape of dollar signs line up down the aisle.]

##A couple grand price tag on your head leave you laying where you stand##
##A couple grand price tag on your head on your head on your your head##
##A couple grand price tag on your head price tag on your head##
##A couple grand price tag on your head leave you laying where you stand##

[There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as three men appear atop the entryway. To the left, in a red white and blue singlet with blue boots, is "Vanilla" Matt Franklin. To the right, is a towering italian male with chiseled good looks in a midnight black suit. Black sunglasses cover his eyes. The man known as "Million Dollar" Marlucci Alessio is stoic, only slightly smirking in the direction of the squared circle. The man in the center is the manager of the team, dressed in a charcoal pinstriped suit with matching fedora, and chomping on an unlit cigar, "Godfather" Narciso Alessio leans slightly on his ivory cane as he sneers at the crowd.]

##Watch him die slow then his eyes roll in the back of his head##
##now his body cold a couple grand a couple shots##
##couple drip drops now your leakin won't stop bitch##

[Narciso finally begins his ascent down the aisle with Marlucci close behind, slapping away any hands brave enough to try and grab at Narciso. Franklin lags behind, slapping hands with a few fans along the way.]

##This is not a movie (cut) no reruns (aww)##
##all sales final no refunds##
##once I make the payment the hits out##
##I'm not Jeezy I ain't swappin [beep] out##

[Franklin slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hits the turnbuckle, getting a nice pop. Marlucci strides onto the apron and over the top rope like it ain't sheeeeit. Narciso enters the ring by way of the steps and confers with his grandson in the corner as Franklin eyes them from the opposite corner, casting glances up the entryway.]


BC: What is he looking at?


XD: Probably afraid he's going to get whacked!


BC: This isn't an HBO special series or something. "Don't Stop Believin'" isn't playing on a juke box or anything.


XD: Listen Franklin isn't exactly a willing participant Craig.


BC: I'm not sure I follow....


[Franklin is forced to stay inside the ring against Enrique as the bell sounds.]

[DING! DING!! DING!!!]


XD: "The Godfather" controls him my man. Like he's a puppet or something. Franklin is caught in his grasp like the paisans of the old country!


BC: Franklin with a tie-up and he wrenches the arm of Enrique down to an arm bar! Franklin's style isn't exactly awe-striking, but very effective!


XD: That's why they call him "Vanilla".


BC: Franklin flips Enrique onto his back and clamps on an STF! What a move! He's showing some real wrestling chops int he squared circle.


["Million Dollar" Alessio yells at Franklin to hurry it up and put him downand out. Franklin shoots him a look of disgust and yells an obscenity back to him.]


XD: There is visible tension, probably because Franklin knows he is the inferior wrestler on the team.


BC: Well I'm sure we could make the distinction once Alessio tags into the match. Right now he just seems content to bark instructions to Franklin from the corner!


XD: When you owe the Alessio's......I guess you REALLY owe them.


BC: Franklin pulls Enrique to his feet and whips him across the ring and HARD INTO THE CORNER!!! Enrique rebounds into a PAIR OF KNEES FROM FRANKLIN TO THE FACE!!!


XD: Damn! That looked like it hurt!


BC: Franklin still saying words to his partner as he gathers Enrique to his feet andinto suplex position....lifting for a massive snap suplex. That was fast!


XD: Textbook from the kid! The Alessio's may have found them a perfect partner for the youngster.


BC: Franklin grabs Enerique again and just tossed him over in a belly-to-belly suplex!!! He released him in the air and Enrique flew like a rag doll!!!


XD: Matt isn't very big compared to most guys out there, but he is extremely versatile and strong for his size. The Cartel may not have the girth to compete with him.


BC: Enrique flew right inot his team's corner and he managed to get a very loose tag to Dominguez.


XD: But can his brother fare any better against Senior Vanilla? I doubt it.


BC: Dominguez shows some moxy by locking up with the suplex machine and manages to force a waist-loc.......reversal by Franklin!


XD: Uh....oh......


BC: GERMAN SUPLEX BY FRANKLIN!!! HE ROLLS THROUGH IT FOR ANOTHER ONE!!! AND ANOTHER!!!


XD: A fourth German Suplex by Franklin before he lets go and both members of the Cartel have been taken down and almost out by Matt Franklin! What a show he is putting on!


[In the screen's view, you can see Marlucci Alessio yelling for Franklin to tag him into the match.]


BC: Franklin stares down his partner and walks over to him.....and tags him into the match reluctantly!


[Marlucci Alessio steps into the ring and gives Franklin a shove as he enters. Franklin leans back as if to take a swing at Alessio when "The Godfather" yells out and stops him....forcing Franklin to the outside of the corner.]


XD: Marlucci Alessio gets his first action as Franklin gets an earful from Marlucci's grandfather in the corner.


BC: You can definitely see why Franklin seems uphappy about this partnership.


XD: Alessio pulls Dominguez to his feet and jabs a thumb in his eye! Way to take the advantage!


BC: Give me a break. The guy is down from four German Suplexes and the follow up by Alessio is a thumb to the eye?


XD: It's legal....


BC: NO....it's not legal! (sighs) Alessio shoves the half blind Cartel member to the corner and begins pounding him with closed fists to the forehead and jaw in that corner!


XD: Now we're talking! Show 'em what you're made of kid!


BC: Marlucci Alessio whips Dominguez into the ropes and takes his head off with a lariat! Dominguez did a full flip there. Not wasting time, Alessio pulls Dominguez up and NAILS HIM WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM!!!


XD: That had some impact!


BC: ALESSIO WITH A COVER!!!


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BC: How did he escape that pin?!?! What resilliance by the Cartel Member!


[Out of nowhere, Enrique flies into the screen and lands a missle dropkick onto Marlucci Alessio, sending him to the mat hard and gets a minor pop from the crowd.]


XD: WHERE IN THE HELL DID HE COME FROM?!?!?!?!?!


BC: ENRIQUE COMES TO HIS BROTHER'S AID AND MARLUCCI ALESSIO IS IN DEEP TROUBLE NOW!!!


XD: Alessio is getting to his feet, but here comes Enrique off the middle rope into a SPINNING DDT!!!


BC: Dominguez is up and starts stomping down on Alessio! BOTH MEMBERS OF THE CARTEL DOING A NUMBER ON ALESSIO AND FRANKLIN STANDS IN THE CORNER DOING NOTHING!!!


XD: Wow.....the hatred he must feel is deep.....


BC: The referee has lost some control here and "The Godfather", Narciso Alessio is going nuts yelling at Franklin to go help his grandson!


[We can overhear parts of the screaming from the older Alessio......yelling about "saving his wife, and he can take it all away just as easily"....whatever that means.]


XD: Dominguez is holding Marlucci's legs....


BC: ASAI MOONSAULT FROM ENRIQUE!!!! I don't think he has ever hit one of those ever before!!!


XD: Could it be another tag team upset?!?!?!


BC: Enrique with the cover and the referee gives the count!!!


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[Just as the third hand hits, Franklin's boot breaks up the pin attempt and saves the match.]


XD: WHAT A SAVE BY MR. VANILLA!!!!


BC: Referee Matt Gilmore manages to get Dominguez out of the ring, though I thought he was the legal man....


XD: Who knows at this point?


BC: Marlucci Alessio falls out of the ring and to his grandfather's feet as Franklin begins hammering away with chops to the chest of Enrique!


[CROWD: whoooooooooo!!!!!]


XD: Franklin takes Enrique by the hair and gets him into suplex position. Not a good spot for Enrique right now.


BC: Franklin lifts him for the supl......AND DROPS HIM WITH A SQUARE DRIVER!!! Good Lord Almighty he is killing this team tonight!


XD: He is showing loads of talent, but remember that he isn;t the brains of the team, just the muscle and technique.


BC: Franklin gathers Enrique up to his feet and sticks his head in position....


XD: This might be it. He is pulling both arms up and underhooking them with his arms.


[Franklin lifts Enrique into a double underhook powerbomb, which he rolls through and grabs an ankle to lift into a high ankle lock submission hold.]


BC: VANILLA THRILLA!!!!!!!!!! THAT IS IT FOLKS!!!


XD: Enrique is tapping like a mad man, but referee Gilmore isn't noticing it because of "The Godfather"?!?!?!


BC: Why is the manager keeping Franklin from getting this match over with?!?!?!


[Narciso bangs the cane against the ring post and Franklin drops the hold and walks over to tag Marlucci intot he match.]


XD: You have got to be kidding me?!?!?! What a great strategy by Marlucci!


BC: MARLUCCI?!?!?!


XD: What'd I say?


BC: Marlucci Alessio walks over to Enrique and lifts him up for THE MILLION DOLLAR HIT!!!!


XD: Textbook Cradle Tombstone Piledriver there!


BC: Alessio covers and this should be it!


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XD: THE FOUNDATION WINS IT!!!


BC: Matt Franklin looks disgusted with the Alessio's and refuses tolet the referee raise his hand!


XD: It was a great match by Marlucci Alessio. He really impressed me.


BC: How can he impress youwhen he had Franklin do all the work.


XD: Well he did survive the double teamming.


BC: OH...I give up!


XD: Well he did get out of it.


BC: Fans, we'll be back later to call another match, but until then....so long form ringside and back to Eric and Larry at the main booth. Take it away guys!


[The screen switches back to Eric Chaney and Larry Watters at the back of the arena. Watters seems to be chuckling as Chaney begins talking.]


EC: What a recovery by The Foundation for that win.


LW: I seriously think that the Alessio's may end up being the smartest family in wrestling right now. To find and recruit a talent like Franklin to step in and become a fully functioning member of the family's team like that is amazing.


EC: Were we watching the same match Larry?


LW: I would assume so.......and they say *I'M* punch drunk from my days in the ring. (chuckle)


EC: Franklin seemed to hate being teammed with Marlucci and I know he damn well despised being pulled out of the ring when he had the match won. It was sick how they played it.


LW: Never question the family Chaney. It just isn't smart.


EC: They don't sign my checks Larry, Hopper does.


LW: Are you sure about that?


EC: Uh......yes....yes I am.


LW: Whatever helps you sleep at night sweetheart.


EC: Fans we're about to get to our next match between a couple of guys that are gaining momentum, Joshua Black and Dan Broussard.


LW: I like Black's tenacity. He really showed me a lot last show against Andrews in the main event. He would have won that match if Frostbite had not interferred to make his point.


EC: BUt you were so happy about Frostbite's appearance.


LW: And I still am. I'm just saying that is nature took it's course last time out, Black would have gotten a victory instead of a no decision.


EC: Well this week, the task is no easier as Dan Broussard steps in against "Greatness Personified".


LW: Broussard made a fatal mistake last time out and McGinty made him pay for it. Black is nowhere as big as Zeke, but he might be more dangerous because of his athleticism.


EC: I guess all we can do is find out, so let's head down to the ringside team and get the next match underway!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION (11-10-07) |
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| DAN "Greatness Personified" |
| BROUSSARD VS. JOSHUA BLACK |
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| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
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[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 Young: Welcome folks to ringside here in Louisville, Kentucky as we are set to bring you some solid heavyweight action, right Matt?


Matt Jones: Both of these guys are top competitors, but Black's run in Granite might have him ready for true glory tonight.


BJ: Both of these guys are searchign for their first victory in NEWF, and they do match up well.


MJ: Well Larry was right about one thing. Black was on his way to winning last week had it not been for Frostbite's appearance. So I look for him to take the bull by the horns and send Borussard to the loser's lounge yet again.


BJ: Well our ring announcer, Steven Stewart looks ready to go, so lets's head to the ring for some action!


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


SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is set for a twenty-minute time limit!


[Crowd pop.]


SS: Introducing first.....


[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.]


SS: 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.]


BJ: Broussard really is quite a specimin. Once he gets rolling inNEWF, he just might be tough to stop.


MJ: Well he won't roll through Black. Black isn't just "greatness personified", but he's also tough as nails and not an easy out in any fashion.


[Stewart continues his introductions.]


SS: And his opponent......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.]


[DING! DING!! DING!!!]


BJ: Broussard and Black tie up and it looks like Broussard is going to be the man on top of this exchange as he sends Black into the ropes.


MJ: He catches Black coming off with a arm drag.


BJ: Broussard slips down to the legs, he locks on the ankle lock!!


MJ: Black reaches for the ropes, breaking the hold.... what a loser!


BJ: It looks like Broussard is going to be working on the knees and legs of Black.


MJ: Broussard grabs Black as he gets to his feet, he brings him crashing back down to the mat with german suplex!


BJ: He wastes no time with a follow up, Broussard rolls Black up with a Hiza-juji-gatame!!


MJ: A what?!


BJ: A rolling crucifix knee bar!


MJ: What ever it is, it didn't last long because Black has grabbed the ropes... AGAIN!!


BJ: Both men get to their feet. They lock up once again..... Black drops to one knee and nails Broussard with a hard right to the midsection!


MJ: He comes back up with an upper cut that sends Broussard to the mat.


BJ: Black wastes no time getting back to the action as he follows up with series of kicks to the ribs of Broussard.


MJ: Broussard won't take that for long....


BJ: How true, as Broussard sends Black crashing to the mat with a leg whip! Broussard and Black both struggle to get to their feet.....


MJ: Broussard makes it up first....


BJ: He catches Black in a russian leg sweep! Broussard rolls on top of Black!!



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BJ: BLACK KICKS OUT!!


MJ: Too early in the match to try and put him away.


BJ: I would have to agree, Broussard needs to work on wearing him down a little more.


MJ: They need to beat the Sh{CENSORED}t out of each other!!


BJ: They are locked in the corner, and it looks like they are going to do just that as they exchange lefts and rights!!


MJ: HIT HIM!!! HIT HIM!!!


BJ: Black seems to be getting the best of this exchange as he nails Broussard in those ribs he was working on before, Black spins Broussard around and continues to pound him in the ribs as Broussard falls back into the corner.


MJ: Black steps back and drives a shoulder into the gut of Broussard.


BJ: Another shoulder to the midsection.......Black grabs Broussard and whips him out of the corner!


MJ: Dan with a reverse!! Black crashes into the far corner!!


BJ: Broussard is a little slow to follow it up.... Black staggers out of the corner.... Broussard grabs the leg and trips Black!! Broussard locks on a ankle lock!!!


MJ: Listen to Black cry like a baby!! Break his leg damn it!!!


BJ: Broussard has it locked on tight as Black fights to break loose!!


MJ: He is reaching for the ropes again... and you call this guy a good wrestler.


BJ: A smart wrestler, that ankle lock could end the match, if he doesn't.... HE DID IT!!! Black grabs the bottom rope to break the hold!!!


MJ: Loser's way out, plain and simple! I thought more of him tham that.


BJ: Dan Broussard is to his feet and he backs off to let Black get to his feet.


MJ: That's NOT how you put away an opponent, is this Broussard guy out of his mind?!


BJ: It's called respect Larry, something you know little about!


MJ: No, it's called letting Black get his breathe back so he can turn around and cheat his way to victory! You give Black an opening and he'll seal your fate!


BJ: Black in some pain after that ankle lock, Dan Broussard charges in... Black ducks down and flips Broussard over the top and to the floor!!


MJ: Now maybe we can see some real action, but we have to remember who these two guys are, I doubt they know how to fight outside the ring.


BJ: Black drops and rolls out of the ring as Broussard slowly makes it to his feet. Black grabs Broussard by the head, he slams him face first into the ringsteps!


MJ: Anyone can do that.


BJ: Black follows with a sharp clothes line! Black is showing us that he does, indeed, deserve to be in this championship match!


MJ: Why? Because he can clothes line a guy on the floor?


BJ: Look how he has Broussard pinned against the ring and is nailing him in the ribs with those harsh knees!


MJ: Now that takes a great wrestler, do you think he could teach me how to do that?


BJ: Black rolls Broussard back into the ring. The TV champ is feeling the effects of those shots to the rins as he rolls around on the mat.


MJ: Black lifts Dan up for a body slam...


BJ: NO! He bring the champ crashing down on the knees with a rib breaker!! But he's not done there, he holds on to him and lifts Broussard into the air.... he nails the rib break again!!!


MJ: Black is not waiting for Broussard to gather himself, as he pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes....


BJ: Black with the SPEAR!!


MJ: NO WAY!!! Broussard dropped down and Black missed!! Broussard comes back rather quickly as he locks on the STF!!!!


BJ: Dan has "greatness personified" locked in the middle of the ring, this could very well be the end of this, if Broussard has the strength to hold it!!!


MJ: Black is reaching and fighting to break loose, but it's not doing him any good!!


BJ: Broussard has it locked on tight, but wait a mintue..... it looks like Black could be getting away from it!! Broussard may be one of the most technically sound guys in the EWA, but it looks like that is not going to hold Black this time.


MJ: Black has broke loose, or Broussard let him go, either way this damn match goes on!


BJ: Joshua Black has Dan Broussard in the ring... he sends Broussard to the ropes, he comes off... Black catches the champ with a spin buster!!!


MJ: Black sits up and starts pounding on the ribs again!


BJ: But don't count Broussard out of it just yet, he just slipped Black off and is rolling to his feet. Both meen are coming up at the same time.... Broussard dives into the knees of Black, sending him crashing to the mat!!


MJ: And Broussard rolls Black over and locks on a sharpshooter!!!


BJ: Broussard is still working on the legs and knees of Black, he has reall stuck with this game plan tonight.


MJ: Then why is he breaking the hold?


BJ: Broussard let's go of Black? What is he doing here?


MJ: Broussard is standing there watching Black come to his feet, he finally makes it up.... Black swings at Broussard!


BJ: But Dan ducks it!! Broussard grabs Black as he follows through with the swing and he locks on the COBRA CLUTCH!! He's going for the Pre-Nup!!!


MJ: Black fights to reach the ropes with his legs, but he can't make it!! Broussard slips his leg in, he drops Black with a cobra clutch russian leg sweep!!!


BJ: My god that has to be killing the neck of Black!! That could end this match!!


MJ: But no, Broussard is not done yet!! He still has the cobra clutch locked in as he pulls Black back to his feet....


BJ: MY LORD!!!!


[Broussard lifts Black in the clutch and suplexes him over to the canvas.]


MJ: Dan Broussard hits a neck breaking COBRA CLUTCH SUPLEX!!!


BJ: And the fans are going wild as Broussard gets to his feet and begins to circle a fallen Joshua Black!


MJ: Turn around dummy!!!


BJ: Black turns, and Rigins catches him with a boot to the midsection!!


MJ: He hooks him, and lifts Black into the air... brainbuster!!!


BJ: But wait, that's not all! Broussard holds on and rolls over with Black still locked in, this is it!!! The rolling brainbuster!!!


MJ: Broussard with a pair of rolling brainbusters!! Black is in some serious trouble!!


BJ: Broussard is wasting no time now as he grabs Black and drops him again, this time with a dragon suplex!!


MJ: Broussard to his feet, but he is a little slow to follow up on Black....


BJ: Black comes to his feet... Broussard moves in and gets nailed with a hard right to the jaw!


MJ: Black follows it up with a sharp elbow to the side of the head!!


BJ: Black is going for ...NO!! Broussard with a reverse... he locks Black in the MASSY PRE-NUP CLUTCH!!!!!! He has it locked in!! Broussard with the Massy Pre-nup!


MJ: There is no way Black will give up to this!!


BJ: He'll either give it up or pass out!! Broussard is holding on tight, and he has him in the center of the ring! This looks bad for Black!!


MJ: No one has ever broke this hold, but Black is fighting for all he is worth!!!


[Black's head dips and he stops moving and the referee quickly begins throwing his arm to the timekeeper's table.]


BJ: THE REFEREE IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!!! THE MATCH IS OVER!!!!!


MJ: BLACK NEVER TAPPED OUT!!! How int he hell can he callt he match if Black didn't tap out?!?!?!


BJ: Maybe he feared for Black's safety in there, but Dan Broussard scores a minor upset in convincing fashion tonight! Let's sendit back to our main announce team.


[The screen does not change to the announce team, but rather to the following view.]


[Our camera come across an huge white door. On the front of the door it says in big red letters it reads NEWF OWNER CHRIS HOPPER.]

[As we push the door open to the office, we can tell that the office is quite a mess. The desk is turn over on the carpeted floor as papers are thrown all over the office. We see the coffee maker broken into an million pieces as coffee is all over the walls of the office.]

[We even see an laptop computer broken into a few pieces as well. As the office is an total wreck. OUr announce team reacts to what we are seeing.]


EC: What happened in here?


LW: Looks like to return of Katrina.


EC: Hopper's office is torn to pieces. Who would do such a thing.


[Surprising an chair is the only thing left standing in the office.]


voice: IT IS FUNNY YOU WOULD SAY THAT!!


[The black leather chair spins around facing the camera. The gentleman sitting in the chair is not Chris Hopper. The gentleman is wearing an blue t-shirt with blue jeans and black boots. We see that it is Frostbite.]


[Massive heel pop from the crowd.]


Frostbite: I hope nobody minds that I made a few adjustments in the office.


EC: This guy is got more guts than brains to do this.


LW: Actually it is an improvement.


Frostbite: I wanted to talk to Hopper this evening,but he is no where to be found. Again, the man is ducking me. He doesn't want to get in the ring with me.


EC: If he did, he would beat the hell out of Frostbite.


Frostbite: Hopper that is quite alright. You see tonight, I just might have to do something else to get your attention. But just what I will keep you guessing.


[Frostbite pauses.]


Frostbite: You see Hopper. I have come to your pitiful company to do several thing to you. One to prove that your talent in the locker room couldn't carry the ICWF Wrestlers jock straps. Number two to take what is your company's World title, and it will happen, because lord knows nobody on this roster is WORLD CHAMPION material.


[Another Massive heel pop from the crowd.]


Frostbite: SHUT THE HELL UP YOU MORONS!!!!!!!!!!


[Even greater heel pop from the crowd.]


Frostbite: And last but not least is to get you in that ring and destroy you and bring this company straight to its knees.


[Frostbite gets up out of the leather chair.]


Frostbite: Hopper you and the NEWF locker room can try and stop me all you want. But it won't do you no damn good at all.


[Frostbite looks into the camera with his cold, blue and intense eyes.]


Frostbite: AND THOSE ARE THE COLD HARD FACTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Frostbite flips the bird to the camera as he walks out of the office.]


[The screens witches back to our main announce team, both with a look of a daze on their faces.]


EC: This guy has some nerve coming in here and thinking he can just take over. Well I believe that the NEWF locker room and Mr. Hopper will have something to say about that.


LW: Hopper is ducking the man and came out here last week and beat the hell out of Jaiden Andrews. So unless the locker room starts to grow some balls. Frostbite will continue to cause mayhem until somebody steps up.


EC: I believe someone will. Someone has to! We are supposed to hear from Jaiden Andrews later tonight and see what he has to say about Frostbite's message on the last Explosion.


LW: I doubt he says much of anything.


EC: You mgiht be misreading Andrews, Larry. He's got tons of heart.


LW: You mean like your boy just a minute ago?


EC: Hell yes! What a turnaround by Dan Broussard! He humbled "Greatness Personified" tonight with the cobra clutch variation and gets his first NEWF victory!


LW: Joshua Black was not on his game. I seriously believe that he was worried his match would get interrupted again. He never got into a groove.


EC: Speaking of grooves. Erik Grimsson has been in quite the groove since NEWF bought out Granite HIghland Wrestling. He won last week over three other men to advance to next week's NEWF Television Title bout and his opponent will be decided next!


LW: Talk about needing to get on a roll. All four of these guys are looking to get it started and roll to a meeting with that pint-sized metal head bnext week.


EC: It has to be exciting to get a shot like this.


LW: I can tell you it is exciting, especially when you are in the position these guys are in.


EC: And what position is that "Crusher"?


LW: Knowing that the winner of this bout should easily man handle that twirp next week and hoist the first piece of gold the NEWF has to offer.


EC: You sure about making that bold of a prediction Larry?


LW: Hell yes I'm sure! Grimsson's time in the sun is about over. He isn't big enough or seasoned enough to beat any of the four men in this match. The only man he matches even close to is Van Steele, and I am guessing that Grimsson is praying to his guitar god that Alex pulls it out.


EC: Well there is only one way to find out Larry! Let's get to the ring!

_______________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION (11-10-07) |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| FATAL FOUR-WAY |
| |
| Bloody Alex Zeke "FlyKing" |
| Malthus VS. Van Steele VS. McGinty VS. Will |
| Geddings |
|______________________________________________________________|
| WRITTEN BY: Dan |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

[Cut the the ring. A good looking man in his late twenties is seated next to a striking young lady with a set of sweater puppets that could change the course of history. The man is the first to speak, with a cocky grin.]


RW: Good evening ladies and gents, I'm Russel Williams, and with me as always is Big Boobs Mcgee...


GW: My name is Gretchen. Not big boobs mcgee, not chesty LaRue... GRETCHEN!


RW: Right. Moving on, we are on the threshold of a fatal four way number one contenders match for the Television title. To the ring for the introductions!


SS: Introducing first.... from Chicago, Illinois....

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.]


GW: Van Steele is looking for some redemtion after his close call with Geddings last week.


RW: Indeed he is. But count on another wrestling lesson from the ringmaster known as Geddings. Count on it.


[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.]


SS: Introducing second, standing 6'7" and tipping the scales 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. He reaches ringside and climbs into the ring, before settiling into a nearby corner, never taking his eyes off Van Steele.]


GW: McGinty is HUGE!


SS: Introducing third, standing 6'3" and hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, he is.....


B L O O D Y

M A L T H U S ! ! ! !


[Face Pop!!]

["I wanna be your dog" By Iggy Pop and the Stooges blasts over the PA system as the crowd favorite makes his way to the ring, slappiong hands with the fans along thre way. He climbs into the ring and settles into an unoccupied corner, eyeing Van Steele and McGinty.]


SS: And finally, introducing the fourth and final competitor in this fatal four way for a shot at the Television title, he hails from Florence, South Carolina, standing 6'1" he is a multi-time world champion.....

"F L Y K I N G"

W I L L

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


RW; With all four men finally in the ring, it looks like Bloody Malthus and Alex Van Steele are gonna start things off here!


[Giehl forces Geddings and McGinty to opposite corners of the ring and calls for the bell!!]


GW: Here we go! Bloody Malthus and Van Steele circle each other. Collare and elbow tie up, Malthus uses his strength to force the smaller man into the corner, but Van Steele leans through the ropes, causing the refereree to step in and separate the two men. Malthus breaks clean, slowly backing away with a smile...]

"___SSSLLLAAAPPP!!!___"


[HEAT!!]


RW: HA!! Van Steele just slapped the taste right out of Malthus' mouth. And now it's the big mans turn as he shoves Herman Giehl out of the way and begins unloading right hands to the face of Van Steele!! Those are closed fists ref!!


[Malthus rockets Van Steel into the opposite turnbuckle. He hits hard, and McGinty makes a blind tag as Van Steele stumbles into the waiting arms of Malthus, who boots him in the gut, and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker.]


GW: Nice move by Malthus but I don't think he realizes that McGinty made a blind tag! Zeke steps into the ring and levels Malthus with a devastating lariat to the back of the head! I think he calls that the Gulf Coast Clothesline! He damn near took Malthus' head off!


["Pearl Harbour" pop!]


RW: I've been looking forward to seeing this monster in action! Lets see what he has in store for the Bloody one!


[McGinty helps Malthus to his feet and backs him into a neutral corner with a series of right hands, followed by a barrage of back elbows to the jaw.]


GW: The big man is having his way in the corner with Malthus right now. This is a mugging!


[McGinty forces his muck covered boot across the throat of Malthus and uses the top rope as leverage to choke the air out of the man. The referee steps in and forces McGinty to relinquish the hold after a four count.]


RW: Big Zeke is simply mauling Bloody Malthus in the corner right now. The big man backs off and charges at Malthus!!


[But Malthus avoids the big mans avalanche at the last second and drops the stunned McGinty on the back of his head with a reverse DDT!!]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!___"


["Go Malthus" Pop!]


GW: COVER!!!




...1!!!













...2!!!









[Kickout!]


RW: McGinty is far from finished with a string kick out at two. What the hell is Geddings doing?


[Will yawns and drops off the apron, where he approaches the announcers table.]


GW: Why is he coming over here?


[Gedding grabs the headset off of Russell's head and places it on his own. With a wave of his hand, he forces Russell out of his chair and takes a seat next to Gretchen.]


WG: Well hello... And who might you be?


[Keep in mind that this opening statement was mad while Geddings is openly staring at her enormous boobs!]


GW: Up here champ. We're trying to call a match here. YOUR match.


WG: Bah! The Flyking does not trouble himself with filth like McGinty, or a goody two shoes like Malthus. And I already embarassed Van Steele. I'm a multi-time world champion. Why would I concern myself with a belt that is much more suited to ponces like the three you see before you now?


GW: Because you're a professional?


WG: Nooo... Its simply because I don't want any of them to have it.


GW: I see. Can we please get back to the match now? Malthus with a cross knee lock on the big man, trying to nullify his size and weight advantage.


WG: Yawn. Wake me up when something exciting happens.


GW: Malthus applying pressure, he releases the hold anf stomps repeatedly on the big man ankle. Malthus makes a quick tag to Van Steele, and the cocky youngster springboards into the ring, dropping a leg across the throat of McGinty! Cover by Van Steele!


WG: Waste of time!




...1!!!











...2!!!











[McGinty shows off his power, rocketing Van Steele into the air with a huge kickout!]


WG: What'd I tell 'ya?


[Van Steele throws punches and kicks at McGinty as the big man pulls himself to his feet. A series of chops backs McGinty into the ropes.]


GW: Van Steele has got the big man backpedaling!


WG: Just wait, he'll screw it up...


[Van Steele attempts an irish whip, which McGinty turns into a short-arm clothesline.]


[Heel pop!!]


WG: SEE!?!


[Big Zeke smiles evily and licks his lips as he pulls Van Steele off the canvas. He scissors Van Steele's head and lifts him onto his shoulder with ease!!]


GW: Look at the power display by the big man!!


WG: Sorry toots, I gotta go!!


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!___"


[Heel pop!!]


GW: MONSTER Inverted Powerbomb by McGinty! He hooks the leg of Van Steele! What the hell is Geddings doing?





...1!!!


[Geddings climbs the turnbuckle!]








...2!!!








[HE LEAPS!!]








"___TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!___"







GW: GEDDINGS BREAKS UP THE PIN WITH A FLYING ELBOW DROP TO THE BACK OF MCGINTY!! BLOODY MALTHUS STORMS THE RING AS WELL!!


[Russell Wilson replaces his headset and takes a seat next to Gretchen.]


RW: Miss me?


[In the ring, Van Steele grabs Geddings in a front chancery!!]


GW: Van Steele Looking for the SHT on Geddings, Geddings blocks, Will underhooks the arms going for the Eagle Claw but Van Steels reverse The Eagle Claw with double leg takedown! What a series of reversals


RW: And now Van Steele is standing on Gedding's crotch!! I LOVE THE GAS PEDAL!! HAH!!


GW: Malthus grabs Geddings!!!




"___TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!___"




[Finisher pop!!]


RW: Satans Song on the Flyking!!


[Malthus grabs Van Steele and spikes him headfirst into the mat with Satans Song as well!!]


[MALTHUS IS ON FFFFIIIIIIRRRRREEEE!!! POP!!]


GW: Satans Song Redux!! Bloody Malthus is on a roll!!!!!


"_____SSSSSMMMMMAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"


[MAJOR HEAT!!!!]


RW: YESSSSSS!!! OUT OF NOWHERE ZEKE MCGINTY JUST DECIMATED MALTHUS WITH THAT DEVASTATING RUNNING BOOT TO THE FACE HE CALLS WELCOME TO MUCK CITY!!! MALTHUS DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING!!!


GW: GEDDINGS AND VAN STEELE ARE BRAWLING ON THE FLOOR, THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHATS HAPPENED IN THE RING!! MCGINTY WITH THE COVER!!!






...1!!!



















...2!!!















...3!!!



RW: McGinty pulls out the win in what some must consider a surprise. We haven't seen much out of the big man thus far, but he made a believer out of me tonight!! Fans, it is time for a commercial break, but we'll be right back with more NEWF Explosion right after these messages!


[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.newerawrestlingfed.com


[Fade to black.]

[The screen is pitch black, but a voice is heard.]


voice: "You people have ruined my sport."


[The camera fades in. David Rheaume is on voiceover.]

[A single, overhanging spotlight shines down on an NEWF ring, in the middle of an empty arena, to show a man whose family has become all but foreign to this sport. Former EWWF Tag Champion. The last WILD Cruiserweight champion. A constant force in the Master of the Ring series. Half of the original Kings of Hardcore. A man whose career was cut short in Shootfire by The Biz, Bisignano. David "The Lonewolf" Rheaume, with his long brown hair, black t-shirt, and torn up blue jeans, looks around with a reminiscent eye; recalling the good days of the sport he loves.]


voice: "With your cliched gimmicks, your flash-over-form, 'entertainment comes first' ideology, each and every one of you have spat in the face of what I used to love; and made me hate even stepping in this ring night-after-night."


[The camera slowly circles the ring, clockwise, as Rheaume stands still, staring down at the NEWF logo at his feet.]


voice: "This sport used to be about trying your best, and working your way up to the top. Look at it now; you people actually believe anyone cares about your 'special quirks'? Do you think that makes you 'different' from everyone else in this damn sport? I swear I've seen everything that anyone, in this wrestling promotion, will ever say or threaten to do to anyone here. No one here is going to scare me, throw me off of my game, or even so much as make me look twice."


[Rapidly, the circling camera begins spiralling in towards Rheaume.]


voice: "I'm not back to pound the newbies, or to reassert my dominance, or to solidify my greatness in the annals of this sport. I've got one damn reason for being here: to raise hell and kick some ass."


[The camera crosses over Rheaume's left shoulder, and abruptly stops with a closeup on his face. He speaks.]


David: My name's David Rheaume, and if you don't know me yet, I promise you won't forget me.


[Fade to black.]


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


EC: Welcome back wrestling fans! Looks like NEWF continues to gain talent with David Rheaume entering the ranks of the NEWF!


LW: I'm so underwelmed!


EC: He is a solid light heavyweight and will be a great addition to that weight class.


LW: Where I come from, the only weight class that kid belonged in was for limp-wristed sissies.


EC: How enlightened you once again show us you are "Crusher"....


LW: Thank you.


EC: (sighs) Fans, the next match we have is going to be a real treat because you get to see one of the hottest wrestlers in NEWF take on a veritable champion-caliber wrestler trying to make his name here.


LW: This is why we are here Chaney. This other stuff was cattle-fodder.


EC: Erik Grimsson has risen above the status of his place in other leagues. The young man began showing some real moxy with a big upset of Joshua Black in Granite and a toe-for-toe encounter with Jake Evans there as well.


LW: The kid is such a waste at times, but other times he does show some balls.


EC: Grimsson went out and won a NEWF Television Title shotlast Explosion by besting three other men in a wild encounter and walking away with the victory. Of course, we've already seen that Zeke McGinty will be facing him next week for that title, but tonight he faces a stiffer challenge.....at least on paper.


LW: Damn straight! Frostbite! "The coldhearted bastard" himself!


EC: Former ICWF World Heavyweight Champion Frostbite has already made an impact in the NEWF after going face-to-face with NEWF Owner Chris Hopper early in the last show and then savagely attacking Jaiden Andrews as the show went off the air.


LW: What an amazing moment that was! I hear Andrews is STILL feeling that shot two weeks later!


EC: Well tonight Frostbite steps into the ring for real and he has to do it against "the heavy metal hero" Erik Grimsson.


LW: (sarcastically).....and I bet he is just shaking in his boots.


EC: Well we'll find out, let's head to Bryan Craig and Xavier Dalton for the call of the match at ringside!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION (11-10-07) |
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| "Heavy Metal Hero" "Cold-Hearted Bastard" |
| ERIK GRIMSSON VS. FROSTBITE |
|______________________________________________________________|
| WRITTEN BY: That Owner Guy |
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[The screen switches to our ringside announce crew of Bryan Craig and Xavier Dalton. Craig is a middle-aged gentlemen with slat and pepper hair and a clean-shaven, wholesome look about him. Craig is wearing a blue "NEWF" polo shirt and headset that partially covers the smile on his face. Dalton is bald and has a red goatee, but the flamboyant color man is making up for the lack of locks with a loud, multi-colored hawaiian shirt. The shirt has palm trees and bright birds of all colores on a bright blue background. The shirt is open to reveal the wifebeater he has on underneath. "X-Man" has a cocky smile, as if he knows it all, on his face as Craig begins speaking.]


Bryan Craig: Welcome back and it's glad to be back at ringside to call another exciting NEWF contest, isn't it X-Man?


Xavier Dalton: It sure is. I tell you what I'm loving this gig more and more.


BC: Well we get one of the bigmatches tonight as Frostbite takes on NEWF Television contender Erik Grimsson.


XD: In any other situation, you'd give a heavy nod to a former World Champion....but you can't overlook what Grimsson has done since NEWF opened.


BC: Next week Zeke McGinty will find out what Grimsson is all about, but tonight Frostbite is what is on tap for the young metal head!


XD: And only because of his championship pedigree will I pick him. I think he is more technically sound and knows how to win big matches. After last week, he better be awesome because he has to back up what he mouthed off last week.


BC: You can say that again X-man! Let's head to the ring and our ring announcer, Steven Stewart.


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


SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, ths match is scheduled for one fall and a twenty-minute time limit!


[Huge "we love this league" pop!!!!!!!!]


SS: Introducing first, a former World Champion in another organization....he wrestles to show everyone that this league is inferior.....here is......


"T H E C O L D H E A R T E D B A S T A R D"

F R O S T B I T E ! ! ! ! ! ! !


[As the lights in the area go dark for a few minutes as the crowd begins to buzz.]


CROWD: YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[The lights in the arena come back up and the lights at this time are blue. As the crowd looks up to the top of the arena it appears that snow is fallen all over the arena.]


BC: Never seen snow fall inside of an arena before.


# BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[As blue pryo shoots out of all four ringpost. After that loud noise the snow begins to pick up even more. Suddenly an cold wind begins to blow through the PA system. With that noise it appears that it has dropped quite a few degrees in the building.]


XD: It has gotten colder in here as well. What in the hell is going on?


# BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[The cameras switch to the entrance way as we see more blue pryo shoot outward and upward, as smoke fills up the entrance way.]


THE COLD FRONT IS UPON YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[A booming voice is heard over the PA System. After hearing that voice, "King of Kings" by Motorhead begins to blast over the PA System. Stepping through the smoke is Frostbite. Frostbite looks at the crowd and flips them the bird.]


[Massive Heel Pop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


BC: We will see what this man is made of tonight as he takes on Grimssom.


XD: The man is an world champion, so he can't be too bad in the ring.


[Frostbite makes his way down to the ring. Frostbite is wearing an blue t-shirt with something written in big white letters on the front. As it says NEWF SUCKS!]


BC: Bold shirt to be wearing around the locker room.


XD: If he can back it up more power to him.


[Frostbite is wearing an long blue tights with white stripes going up and down each pant leg. He has on black boots. Frostbite gets to ringside as he stares atthe entrance way with a cold and intense stare in his blue eyes. Frostbite climbs the stairs and jumps over the top ropes. Frostbite takes off his t-shirt and throws it on the arena floor awaiting his opponent.]


[Stewart raises his microphone to continue.]


SS: And his opponent! The man who will be going for gold next weekon Explosion.....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 Frostbite down, then charges the ring.]


XD: Frostbite wasting no time! He takes the boot to Grimsson¹s head as he slides into the ring


[DING! DING!! DING!!!]


BC: The bell officially starts this match and Frostbite taking advantage early....even if it is by questionable means.


XD: Questionable? Listen, if the kid is stupid enough to baseball slide into the ring against a guy like the ³cold-hearted bastard², then I guess he is stupid enough to get his head kicked in.


BC: Frostbite pulls grimsson up and then sweeps him down with a legsweep. Frostbite grabs an arm and pulls it behnd Erik¹s back! He¹s really wrenching that arm bar in!


XD: Frostbite is a champion wrestler. People sometimes forget that behind that image is a legit grappler.


BC: The former ICWF Champ wrenches that arm even tighter and Grimsson yells out in pain from the torque!


XD: It isn¹t just the arm bar Craig.....Frosty has that knee buried in Grimsson¹s lower back. He¹s punishing him!


BC: Frsostbite holds the arm and pulls grimsson to his feet. Frostbite grabs the waist and yanks GRISSON INTO A BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX!!! What a move by Frostbite!


XD: That arm was still wrenched behind him too! Grimsson is holding that elbow on his left arm.


BC: Erik lying on his back as Frostbite comes back and bends down to grab those arms aga....BOOT TO THE FACE BY GRIMSSON!!!


XD: He staggered Frostbite with that shot!


BC: Grimsson quickly gets to his feet, still trying to give cover to that left elbow.


XD: Frosty gets that arm, and it¹s all over. Grimsson can wave goodbye to his title shot next week if that arm gets torn up very bad!


BC: Grimsson locks up with frostbite, who immediately grabs that left arm and twists it into an arm......OH MY GOD!!! WHAT A REVERSAL BY GRIMSSON!!!


[Grimsson jumps in the direction of the twist and lands on his feet, planting an elbow in Frostbite¹s nose.]


XD: That is sick!


BC: Grimsson quickly nails aboot to the gut on Frostbite and collects him into his arms FOR A BIG TIME VERTICAL SUPLEX!!! Grimsson showing that there really *IS* more than meets the eye when you step in the ring with him!


XD: Let¹s not go too overboard here Craig....


BC: Erik Grimsson grabs Frostbite¹s legs and flips backward.....flipping Frostbite into the turbuckle on the opposite corner!


XD: Frostbite hit the corner hard and staggers....


BC: INTO A LEG LARIAT BY ERIK GRIMSSON!!! Frostbite goes down hard again and Grimsson hooks the leg for a cuick cover!


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XD: KICKOUT BY FROSTBITE!!! He saved his own rear right there!


BC: Grimsson pulls Frostbite off the canvas, but Frostbite attacks right back with a low blow!


[Major guy grown pop from the crowd.]


XD: Well at least now he can always sing soprano for an opera if this wrestling thing falls through!


BC: Grimsson drops to his knees and Frostbite slams his knee right into Erik¹s face!


XD: Frostbite trying to regain the momentum with an IMPLANT DDT!!!


BC: Grimsson is down and Frostbite goes for the cover!!! His legs on the ropes!!!



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XD: WHY DID HE STOP COUNTING?!?!?!


BC: The referee noticed the feet ont he ropes and woud not continue the count! Great job by referee Josh Babcock!


XD: Whatever. Dumb referee may cost Frostbite the match! Look at him, he¹s pissed!


[Frostbite is screaming at the referee as Grimsson tries to get to his feet.]


BC: Frostbite doesn¹t notice Erik is up to a knee!


XD: TURN AROUND!!! Pay attention!!!


BC: Grimsson up to his feet and walign toward frostbite! The fans are getting excited!


[Grimsson grabs Frostbite by the shoulder, but Frostbite immediately back kicks to Grimsson¹s groin area again and then whirls around for a wicked backhand slap that sends erik back to a knee against the ropes. The crowd erupts in a massive heel pop for Frostbite¹s actions.]


XD: Grimsson gets battered some more!


BC: Frostbite yells at Erik and grabs him by the hair and runs him toward the ropes!


XD: Get ready for a ride little man!


BC: Grimsson goes flying over the top....HE GRABBED FROSTBITE AND YANKED HIM ALONG!!!


XD: Holy Moses!


BC: FROSTBITE LANDS ON THE ARENA FLOOR AS GRIMSSON TUMBLES INTO THE RINGSIDE GUARDRAIL!!!


XD: Frostbite better watch out because this is when Grimsson is most dangerous!


BC: Both men struggle to their feet and Frostbite is first to act with a hard right hand! He goes for anoth....BLOCKED BY GRIMSSON!!! Grimsson sends Frostbite's head right into the guardrail!


XD: Irish Whip by Grimsson that sends Frostbiteinto the ring post! Wow!


[Grimsson charges the doubled over Frostbite and propels off the ring apron into a suicide plancha.]


BC: OH MY GOD!!! GRIMSSON JUST LAIDIT ALL OUT THERE AND TOOK FROSTBITE DOWN AGAIN!!!


XD: The ICWF star is certainly in trouble now!


BC: Grimsson rolls Frostbite back into the ring and slides in after him.


XD: Glad to see this one back in the ring.


BC: I'm sure Frostbite shares your ideas X-Man.


XD: (chuckles) You might be right.


BC: Grimsson pulls Frostbite up and whips him HARD into the opposite corner!


XD: The crowd felt every bit of that impact!


BC: Grimsson rushes the corner and jumps tot he second turnbuckle! He starts pounding Frostbite's head with right hands!

[CROWD: ONE.....TWO.......THREE.....FOUR....FIVE......SI.....]


XD: FROSTBITE JUST GRABBED GRIMSSON AND DROPPED HIM TO THE CANVAS!!!


BC: What a reversal by Frostbite! Now the "cold-hearted Bastard" is goign to work, pummeling Grimsson with lefts and rights!


XD: Frostbite finally gets pushed off by the referee and pulls Grimsson up! He has him in a suplex posoition....


BC: FREEZE FRAME!!! HE DROPPED THE SUPLEX LIFT INTO A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!! HOLY CRAPOLA!!!


XD: This one should be over now! Frostbite covers!

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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!!


[MASSIVE face pop!!!]


BC: ERIK GRIMSSON JUST ESCAPED!!!


XD: This kid has alligator blood! He just won't give up!


BC: Frostbite is beside himself! He is still yelling at the referee and hasn't forgotten the last near fall he had.


XD: You have to forget that stuff and stay focused, especially here in the NEWF!


BC: You can say that again!


XD: Frostbite grabs Grimsson and sticks his head down for a piledriver, a powerbomb or whatever he wants I think......here's the lift....


[Frostbite lifts, but Erik kicks his legs out and grabs Frostbite by the head. Grimsson slams a front facebuster on Frostbite, but also kicked the referee int he head when he kicked his legs free. The crowd erupts in the biggest face pop of the match.]


BC: GRIMSSON REVERSED IT!!! X-FACTOR ON FROSTBITE AND THE REFEREE IS DOWN THANKS TO GRIMSSON'S ACCIDENTAL KICK!


XD: He should be disqualified for that!


BC: It wasn't intentional.....how can he be disqualified for something that was a total accident?


XD: The referee was knocked down......the NFL doesn't ask if it was an accident when someone pushes a referee. Neither does the NBA? Why should we?


BC: Grimsson pulls Frostbite to his feet.....METAL MELTDOWN!!!! HE HIT IT!!!


XD: That inverted backslide DDT that has won him many matches as of late and now he has no referee to count it!


BC: Grimsson is covering Frostbite and Josh Babcock is out cold in the corner!


XD: Kick the referee equals you don't get a win buddy boy!


BC: What the hell?!?!?!?!


[The big screen lights up, with a shot from the back of the arena, with the exposed pipes and the like, we will assume he is somewhere in the basement. "Jester" stands in a shadowed part of the room, so that we only see half of his painted smiling face. Grimsson is standing in the ring as Frostbite and the referee are bothlying in the ring.]


JCA: Did I not warn you? Did I not TELL YOU? You can try to do what my family, my doctors, and other organizations have tried to do, and up and until recently, had thought they had succeeded in doing, and that is locking me away. Putting me in some room, some box, that I can live, or better yet, simply SURVIVE in, like a lighting bug in a jelly jar.


[Jester turns his head, the light moving to the other side of his face is painted into a twisted frown. Comedy and Tragedy, both represented on this one man.]


JCA: Hopper tried to do it differently, he tried to feed me little rats, like a caged snake, by giving me people to hurt at some house show. You wanted to keep me where only a select few could see me. Too afraid to let me out to play, so the big bad TV people don't put you on right after the Ron Popiel "Set It and Forget It" oven commercial at 3 AM in the morning.


[Jester slams his cane onto the floor in a fit of anger, moving forward, so the light now shows both sides of his face, a twisted grin into a frown. His eyes are almost on fire with anger.]


JCA: WELL TOO DAMN BAD! YOU MADE THE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL! YOU SIGNED ME, AND NOW YOU GET TO DEAL WITH ME!


[Jester takes a few deep breaths, an actual smile crosses his lips.]


JCA: But then again, it looks like almost everyone has dealt with me tonight in some way, shape, or form. But I am not done yet, not by a long shot. Until everyone here realizes that this is MY PLAYGROUND, not Snowball's, not Metla-boy's, not Gionet's, not even Hopper's, that this is MINE, I am not even remotely CLOSE to being finished. But I am not worried, soon enough when anyone sees this painted face coming for them, EVERYONE will know to RUN FOR THEIR LIVES!


[Jester begins to laugh on the screen, as suddenly from the backside of the ring, the man himself slides out.]


XD: "The Jester" just slid from out of under the ring!


[Allen attacks Grimsson form behidn with the cane and bludgeons his head.]


BC: GRIMSSON DOWN!!! CHAD ALLEN IS LAYING WASTE TO THE "HEAVY METAL HERO"!!!


XD: Allen going to town with that cane! He is pounding Grimsson to the mat and I think Erik is bleeding!


[Grimsson rolls over and bllod is covering his forehead.]


BC: HE IS!!!


XD: Great! Another week off because you know those standards and practices morons will fine us againf or this crap!


BC: Allen finally stops beating down Grimsson and pulls Frostbite on top of him as Babcock starts to stir in the opposite corner! This is so wrong!


XD: I told you Frostbite would win!


BC: Babcock with a very weery count!


ONNNNEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!]


XD: HE DID IT!!!


BC: Frostbite gets the tainted victory!


[We hear the ring announcer's voice.]


SS: And your winner.....

"T H E C O L D H E A R T E D B A S T A R D"

F R O S T B I T E ! ! ! ! ! ! !


[Another MASSIVE heel pop!!!!!!]


XD: What a match!


BC: That was a robbery, plain and simple!


XD: Was not!


BC: Snappy comeback, X-man! (chuckles) Well that is it for us at ringside, let's head back to our main team of Larry and Eric! Back to you guys!


[The screens witches back to our main announce duo.]


LW: What a finish for Frostbite! That guy has some real skill doesn't he Chaney?


EC: IN some ways I guess Larry, but skill isn't what won that encounter. That one was won by Chad Allen's vicious attack on Erik Grimsson.


LW: Hey you were there at the house show the other night Chaney. You know what happened.


EC: Fans, in case you hadn't heard or seen the web cast of the recent Bloomington, Indiana house show......well there is a reason why Allen showed up during this particular match.


LW: You damn right there is a reason!


EC: Allen made disparaging remarks during the "Hot Copy" podcasting segments in which he downplayed some of the women in the NEWF because he was paired in a house show match with Achika Akatani against the Grimsson siblings.


LW: He was right there...


EC: No Larry.....he wasn't.


LW: Whatever you runt.


EC: Anyway, Akatani took umbrage with his words and her and her new friend Kyra Braddock attacked Allen backstage, locking him in a broom closet. The match started with Akatani and Nina Grimsson....but Erik was stuck unable to tag in.


LW: Get to the good part already!!!


EC: Allen escapes his holdings and rushes the ring area and attacks Grimsson, beginning a brawl that extended to the back and even got wrestlers like Zeke McGinty caught up in the frey. This must have been his form of revenge.


LW: Whatever. I call it a smart business move!


EC: Speaking of smart business moves. NEWF's women's division is goign to showcase a match four years int he making tonight.


LW: I'm underwhelmed.


EC: Let's head to ringside and get the call of Myra Benedict against Josie Saito! Take it away guys!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION (11-10-07) |
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| "Poisen Bliss" "The Revolution" |
| MYRA BENEDICT VS. JOSIE SAITO |
|______________________________________________________________|
| WRITTEN BY: Neal Thayer |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|


[The shot cuts to ringside, where we find the former NAWC commentators Billy Caldwell and Lurch. Billy is dressed in a black polo shirt with the NEWF logo emblazoned on the left breast, and khakis. Lurch on the other hand, sports an unzipped black leather jacket, black "The Estate" t-shirt beneath that, and blue denim jeans.]


BC: Hello fans, Billy Caldwell and the bald bastard Lurch with you once again.


L: Glad they brought us back for another match.


BC: Hopefully that trend will continue. Fans, we've got a great match lined up here in just a few moments, between the former NAWC owner, "Poison Bliss" Myra Benedict--


L: Now relegated to just competing.


BC: Lurch, she was always a fighter. This is her bread and butter. In fact, running a company had to be extremely alien to her. But anyway, she'll be facing off against multi-time champion "The Revolution" Josie Saito for the very first time.


L: That's surprising, considering she's been around the sport for well over four years now.


BC: Both women were in the same company only once prior to NEWF, and never got to face eachother before it folded.


L: That's too bad. Both are about the same size, and have similar wrestling styles. Tonight's match should be quite good.


BC: No doubt about it. So how about that feud between "Mockingbird" Nina Grimsson and "Kuro Neko" Achika Akatani?


L: Man, I haven't seen two women beat the living Hell outta' each other as much as them since the Iron Maiden Match in NAWC. There's just no holding them back.


BC: No argument here. In fact, I would wager that both women would have easily dominated the Iron Maiden Match if they were in it. I know most fans here in the States aren't aware of it, but this feud stemmed from several violent encounters between the two over in Japan. And from there, they carried it over into Scotland's GRANITE: Highland Wrestling, where they had easily one of the most brutal matches in recent memory.


L: I'll admit, I ain't really into all that hardcore sh[BLEEP]t, but Grimsson and Akatani are just fun to watch.


BC: As I'm sure, will be the case with Myra Benedict and Josie Saito. Let's take it to the ring now to get this match underway.


[Cut to the center of the ring.]


RA: This contest is scheduled for one fall.


# 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 #


SS: Introducing first, from Toride City, Japan...


[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 #


SS: And weighing in tonight at 145 pounds...

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


J O S I E S A I T O !


[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 #


["Die Another Day" by Madonna fades out, as the announcer prepares for the next introduction.]


SS: And her opponent...


[The lights dim to almost pitch dark as a deep, low horn is heard, ushering in the fast paced introductory riff of My Dying Bride's "She Is The Dark". The deep horn returns as the introductory riff ends.]


RA: Hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan...


[The curtains ruffle as the main guitar riff of "She Is The Dark" kicks in. "Poison Bliss" Myra Benedict steps through the curtains and onto the stage, arousing a massive heel pop from the crowd. She wears a maroon sports bra, a black elbow pad on her left arm, and maroon fingerless gloves on both hands. She also wears medium length, maroon shorts. As well, Myra wears black knee pads and maroon wrestling boots. She stands motionless on the stage, ignoring the crowd as dark eyes stare at the ring.]


# You have her sympathy #
# You have her tears #
# She tries only to take #
# All your fears #


SS: Weighing in at 146 pounds...


[Myra finally, and slowly, starts down toward the ring, the look of total concentration on her face as she mentally prepares herself for the approaching battle. She doesn't swing her arms, doesn't flirt or taunt the crowd in any way.]


# The pain she feels #
# When she drinks your soul #
# Is hers to suffer #
# It is her toll #
# Believe me, she's helpless #
# When she curses your land #
# When she swallows light #
# It's not her hand #


SS: " P O I S O N B L I S S "


M Y R A B E N E D I C T !


[She stops at the ring, not stepping in as the song's tempo slows a bit. Instead, Myra tests the ropes several times. She then steps over the second rope. Finally the tempo picks up again and the singing returns as Myra backs up against one side.]


# Poison awaits when you kiss her #
# Her heart cries out for you, for me #
# Untold misery is hers to serve #
# out for eternity #


[Myra bends backwards against the ropes, testing them several more times. Her eyes are filled with intensity as concentration still etches her face.]


# Out cold. Mankind will stay #
# forevermore if she gets her way #
# She can't help it. It's her curse #
# To sing your pain in her own verse #


[There is a brief pause in the singing as the heavy doom metal guitar riffs rage on. After adjusting the fingerless gloves on either hand, Myra turns her dark, icy gaze toward the entrance-way.]


# She is the dark #
# The nightmares you hide #
# The pain you feel #
# The suffering inside #

["She is the Dark" fades out as the lights return to normal


BC: Both women are in the ring, and we're about to get this one underway.


[Steve Manley signals for the bell.]


<DING!> <DING!>


BC: And here we go in the highly anticipated first encounter between "The REvolution" Josie Saito and "Poison Bliss" Myra Benedict.


[Both women circle eachother in the center of the ring.]


BC: They're sizing eachother up, looking for an opening. Saito moves in, and--


L: What the?


BC: She's looking to shake Myra's hand.


L: Never thought I'd see that. But will Benedict accept it?


BC: She's certainly thinking about it... and does.


[Both women shake hands in a show of mutual respect.]


L: Saito with a boot to the gut- no. Benedict caught it. And takes her down with a single leg trip.


L: If there's one thing I've learned from watching Myra Benedict, it's that she calculates everything, and is a master of mind games.


BC: You're right there. Josie Saito thought she could get one up on the "Poison Bliss", but Benedict outsmarted her on that exchange.


[But rather than mount an attack, Myra backs up, letting Josie rise to her feet - a fiendish smirk creasing Myra's lips.]


BC: And now Myra extends the hand for a handshake.


L: But will Josie be duped again?


[Saito goes to accept it, but then lashes out with the other hand and rakes Myra's eyes.]


L: Haha, she got her back!


BC: And now she hits the boot to the stomach. Shoots Benedict into the corner chest-first, and the velocity at which she crashed in causes her to fall to the canvas.


L: But now Josie's letting her get up.


BC: Except I think she's sizing Myra up for something instead of continuing to play mind games with her.



[Myra grimaces slightly, but climbs back to her feet nonetheless.]




<SMACK!>


BC: Charging boot to the chest knocks Benedict right back down to the canvas. What a shot.


[She drags Myra over to the ropes, and drapes her throat across the bottom one.]


L: I'm surprised Josie's gotten this much offense on Benedict already. From what I heard, Myra's as tough as they come, and lives for the hardcore stuff.


BC: That's all true, but don't discount the years of experience and ring savviness of Josie Saito. She was battling it out with the best of them long before Benedict showed up on the scene.


[Josie proceeds to put all of her body weight on Myra's neck and back, choking her.]


BC: Referee Steve Manley with the mandatory five count, and Saito finally lets off at four. She pulls Benedict to her feet, and shoots her to the far side with an Irish whip.


[Myra hits the ropes and bounces back, but then puts on the breaks, the two women a mere foot away from one another.]


L: We've got ourselves a staredown.


BC: Both women then applying a collar-and-elbow tie-up simultaneously, each one jockying for position.


L: And this ain't your granddaddy's collar-and-elbow, either. They're ferociously battling eachother for the upper hand.


BC: Josie finally ducks behind and applies a rear waistlock. But Myra breaks her grip and counters into a hammerlock.


L: And Josie counters right back into a full nelson. This is great.


BC: Both women displaying their expertise in technical wrestling as they match hold for hold. Saito pulls her up for the dragon suplex... but Myra slips out and lands on her feet behind her. Grabs an inverted facelock, and kneels down applying a dragon sleeper. What an exchange!


[The crowd agrees, applauding in a show of appreciation.]


L: But Saito knows exactly where she is, and is fighting to change her position and get a leg on the bottom rope.


BC: She succeeds in that, and Myra is forced to break the hold. Both women return to their feet, with Benedict just a step ahead of Saito. The "Poison Bliss" with a hard palm strike to the nose staggers Josie backwards into the corner.


L: And that shot gave Josie a nose bleed. That was crazy.


BC: You're right, but with the amount of blood coming out, I wouldn't be surprised if she broke the nose. And Myra Benedict is far from finished with her.



<SMACK!>



BC: _Hard_ roundhouse kick to the ribs.



<SMACK!>



BC: And then a spinning hook kick, Benedict unloading on her in the corner.


L: That hook kick really rocked Josie too!



<SMACK!>



BC: And then Benedict snaps her head back with a wicked front heel kick! She pulls Saito out of the corner, hooks the head, looking for a DDT perhaps?


L: Or her Venom Clutch!


BC: That's certainly a possibility as well. But Josie blocks it! And powers _Myra_ up!



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



BC: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX RIGHT ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE BY SAITO!


L: And Bene4dict is bent around that turnbuckle like a f[BLEEP]kin' pretzel!


BC: Saito pulls her down... into the Tree of Woe!


[She backs up a good bit, before charging full-speed at Myra.]



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



BC: JESUS! _VICIOUS_ baseball slide dropkick to the face!


L: And that cut Benedict open too!


BC: Fans, I don't believe I've _ever_ seen a baseball slide dropkick as ferocious as that! Josie Saito just flat out _lambasted_ her!


[The force of the dropkick sends Myra tumbling head over heels down to the canvas.]


BC: Saito with the pin, Manley dropping into position!














ONE!














TWO!














T--


[Shoulder up!]


BC: NO! There's still a great deal of fight left in Myra Benedict!


L: And for all we know, she might very well be thoroughly enjoying this.


BC: I wouldn't be surprised in the least. Saito pulls her back to a vertical base... backs her up a few steps, and sends her across to the far corner. And there goes Josie after her...



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



BC: And catches Benedict flush in the face with that vicious running high kick!


L: And Benedict just dropped like a sack of potatoes after that shot! She's bleeding even heavier now, too!


BC: "The Revolution" rolls her over onto her back, and applies a lateral press for the pin!















ONE!
















TWO!

















TH--

[Kickout!]


BC: But _again_ Myra Benedict shows her toughness and kicks out before the three!


L: That girl can sure take a beating!


BC: And Josie Saito is more than willing to dish it out. She pulls Myra to her feet... and takes her down with a Japanese armdrag.


L: Right into a jujigatame, too!


BC: Wow, you've really improved over the past couple years, Lurch. I'm impressed.


L: Damn right. [into his headset] Did I pronounce that right? [pause] Good.


BC: [catching on] I see how it is. Nevertheless, she's torquing that arm with all her might, while Benedict's doing her best to roll backwards to alleviate the pressure and break the hold. But Saito rolls with her and keeps the hold applied! Very nicely done!


[She leans back even further, straining to hyper-extend the elbow. Myra yells out in severe pain, but adamently refuses to submit.]


L: But Benedict's determined to get out of there, firing off repeated shots to Josie's pretty face, forcing her to release the hold!


BC: That's one way to do it. Saito rolls back up to her feet, Benedict only up to her knees. Josie helps her the rest of the way, but Myra connects with a big headbutt to the face!


L: Talk about ungrateful! Josie just gave her a hand up!


BC: Most likely setting her up for something.



<SMACK!>



BC: Knife hand strike backs Saito up, and now Benedicts unloads on her with forearms...



<SMACK!>


BC: And another knife hand strike!


L: But Saito turns it around with Myra against the ropes!



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



L: And she unloads on Benedict with rights and lefts to the face!


BC: She's certainly not afraid of going toe-to-toe with the martial arts expert!


L: Hell no, she ain't!


[With Myra sufficiently stunned, Josie ties her up in the ropes facing the crowd.]


BC: What does she have planned here?


L: Your guess is as good as mine.


[Josie then shoves her boot into Myra's face, keeping it there as she grabs a hold of Myra's dark brown and naturally red highlighted hair and yanks on it.]


L: Haha, she's humiliating Benedict! I love it!


[Smirking, she raises her fist in victory.]


BC: If she thinks this is enough to finish off the "Poison Bliss", she's got another thing coming.


L: Who cares? It's just a humiliation tactic!


BC: Well then somehow, I don't think it's working.


[She then unties Benedict, grabs her arm, and sends her across with an Irish whip.]


BC: Irish whip--


L: Reversed!


BC: Josie Saito into the ropes and bounces back...


L: Yakuza kick!


BC: But Benedict catches it!


[Holding onto the leg, Myra also wraps an arm around Josie's head, before lifting her up and falling back. And sending Saito over the top rope in the process.]



........ <T H U D~!> ........



BC: DOMINION SUPLEX! She sent Saito right over the top rope and down to the ringside floor with that leg capture suplex! What a counter!


[The fans seem to think so.]


"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"


BC: These fans are on their feet after that throw and fall!


L: And they hit the nail on the head! HOLY SH[BLEEP]T!


BC: Myra Benedict out to the floor now, to continue her attack! Both of these women have already suffered some blood-loss from this incredible match-up, but they're not done yet!


[Myra pulls Saito up, Josie barely able to stand under her own power after that fall. Myra then snaps her left leg out to the right and arcs it back and upwards over Josie's head, before driving the heel downwards.]



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




BC: PURGE OF INNOCENCE RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES! GOOD LORD!


L: Have you ever seen an axe kick quite like that, Billy?!


BC: I certainly have not! And guessing neither has Saito!


[Josie's eyes seem to roll up into the back of her head as she collapses to the floor once again. But seizing the opportunity, Myra peels her off the mats and sends her rolling back into the ring.]


BC: Benedict back into the ring now, hooks the leg, and this could very well be the end right here!
















ONE!
















TWO!



















THRE-

[Shoulder up! MONSTER POP!]


L: WHAT?! HOW IN THE HELL DID SHE JUST GET OUT OF THAT?! SHE LOOKED OUT COLD!


BC: Josie Saito showing an incredible amount of toughness and determination herself! But you're absolutely right, Lurch! She looked absolutely finished after that vicious Purge of Innocence! I don't know how in the Hell she could muster the strength to roll a shoulder up just before the three!


[Benedict pulls Josie back to her feet once again, this time applying a front waistlock.]


L: Looks like she's setting up for a belly-to-belly! Maybe hoping to finish her off!


BC: I'm sure that's crossed her mind! She lift-- no! Josie blocks it!



<SMACK!>




L: Ouch! Another of those nasty headbutts! And that's opened a cut on Josie's face now!


[And staggered her back in the process.]


BC: Benedict lunges at her with a clothesline--


L: Whoa! Saito ducked it!


BC: She continues to amaze us here, as she comes up behind Benedict! Rear waistlock applied!



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




BC: German suplex!


L: But she's hanging on, pulling Myra back up to her feet!



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



BC: And hits a second German! Possibly looking for the hat-trick here?!


L: Quite possibly! She's got Benedict up for a third...



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



BC: And there's the third!


L: And she bridges for the pin!
















ONE!

















TWO!

















THREE?!


BC: NO!


[Shoulder up!]


BC: This time Myra Benedict narrowly escapes defeat! We knew this would be a tough fight, but never anticipated it would be like this!


L: No sh[BLEEP]t! This has been insane!


BC: Josie Saito back to her feet, albeit barely! She's sustained an amazing beating in this match, as has Benedict! But she's sizing her opponent up once again, waiting for the right moment to strike!


L: And Benedict's slowly getting back to her feet in the meantime!


BC: Saito with a boot to the gut...



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



BC: And just blasts Benedict in the face with the Dangerous Kiss!


L: That floored her! Benedict is done!


BC: Saito collapses on top of her, not even hooking a leg for the pin!


L: Doesn't matter! Manley's in position and this one is over!

















ONE!
















TWO!
















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


L: WHAT THE HELL?!


RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the time limit has expired!


[BOO!]


RA: As a result, referee Steve Manley has declared this match a DRAW!


[_HATE~!_]


L: THAT'S BULLSH[BLEEP]T! SAITO HAD HER BEAT!


BC: It's possible, but neither you nor I can say that for sure without an actual three count! But as bloody, as hard-hitting as this contest was, we'll all have to wait for the next time these two women go to war!


L: I can't accept this, man! That was a Hell of a match that _deserved_ a winner!


BC: I completely agree! But you know both women will be top contendors in the Diamond Division. There's no doubt about that.


L: Meh, this sucks! If I was these fans, I'd want my money back!


BC: What an ending! Let's send it back to Eric and Larry!

[Screen switches toour main announce team.]


EC: What a match! I can't believe we witnessed a draw like that!


LW: (faking snoring) ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!


EC: Give it a rest! You didn't move like that or perform like that in your heyday!


LW: Oh please! I was the man back in the old days!


EC: Must not have been many wrestlers to compete against if you held that kind of dictinction "Crusher"


LW: Punk!


EC: Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been passed along that Jaiden Andrews has not been allowed to leave Indianapolis yet after the head injury from two weeks ago. He has a severe concussion and even his status for the World Title Tournament is now in the air!


LW: Told you that Frostbite packed a punch!


EC: I'm sure we'll hear from him some time soon and get a reaction from him about the incident with "The Cold Hearted Bastard", but for now it is time for the main event of the evening!


LW: Now we're talking! Can Mr. "I'm going to be the man" actually put up and back up what he said? Or will he get beaten down by a good-old southern boy with a nasty streak?


EC: Only one way to find out! Larry Gionet debuts right now and let's go to ringside!


_______________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION (11-10-07) |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| MAIN EVENT !!!!!! |
| |
| LARRY "Sixkillah" |
| GIONET VS. BILLY |
| McGRAW |
|______________________________________________________________|
| WRITTEN BY: Ryan Duffy |
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|


["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.]


JM: Johnny Marks along with the lovely Veronica St. James, and what a main event we have for you tonight. Billy McGraw, one half of the former EMWC and KCW tag team champions Southern Uprising... during their time, one of the most dominate tag teams in wrestling.


VSJ: Against someone with an equally impressive Larry Gionet. Gionet comes to NEWF with multiple world titles held in such feds as IGA and SPW... most recently, SPW of course.


JM: We all know the big coup it was for NEWF to pick Gionet up. Who knew he was a free agent?


VSJ: Well, I wouldn't want to be a place headed that far downhill.


[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 now the visible figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps up out onto the stage and looks across the arena as a chorus of boos resonate. 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 #


[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the roars become louder. He wears his and black half tights, black kneepads and black boots. Without hesitation, he just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd. With a sinister look on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with a deep disgust 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 surround Gionet as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing the stairs, Gionet 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. Larry Gionet 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 #


[Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give. He puts his head down with his blonde locks cover his eyes as he releases tension in his wrists. Larry snaps his head back looking torwards the enteranceway for his opponent with his cold blue eyes focused.]


# Drifting beyond all time #
# Out of a churning sky #
# Drawn to the beckoning light #
# Of the dark eternal night #


[The lights begin to rise as Gionet frits his teeth like a pit-bull ready to strike. He cups his left fist in his right palm.]


JM: Main event time...


VSJ: Thank God, it's about time we got another job.


JM: I'm sure Hooters was paying your bills.


VSJ: Better than your Journey cover band gig, I'd imagine.


JM: Wheel in the sky keeps on turning, and I won't know where I'll be tomorrow... but tonight, it's ready to go!


[DING DING DING!]


VSJ: That was an awful transition.


JM: And out from their corners these two men begin the dance in the middle of the ring, there's a quick collar and elbow tie-up... and McGraw breaks the hold as it looked like Gionet was going to go for a side headlock.


VSJ: Good counter then...


[They lock up again and this time it's McGraw able to get the quick advantage with a side headlock on Gionet. Gionet looks for a way out of this hold and backs up against the ropes, Gionet pushes off McGraw sending him on his way to the ropes.]


JM: McGraw on the rebound...


"SLLAM!"


JM: ...and Gionet hits with a nice dropkick! McGraw right back up to his feet, though, but there's Gionet waiting for him and flips him over with an armdrag. McGraw up again and there's a second armdrag waiting for him... but this time Gionet holds on for an armbar.


VSJ: Pretty solid chain wrestling there, like to see that.


[McGraw tries to stand up, but Gionet holds onto the armbar. This causes McGraw to slide forward and go right for the ropes. Head referee, Herman Gehl, gets right onto things and forces Gionet to break the hold.]


VSJ: Herm took his Geratol today, looks like. He's spry.


JM: Gionet backs off, but moves right back in before McGraw can get fully back up to his feet...


"SMMACK!"


"SMMACK!"


[OUCH!]


JM: ...two very stiff kicks across the back of McGraw!


VSJ: My Aunt Carol felt those kicks in Wisconsin.


JM: McGraw now being pulled back up to his feet by Gionet after having his chiropratic work being taken care of for the month. Gionet not pausing a bit and lifts McGraw up from a belly to back position...


"SLLLAMM!"


[OUCH AGAIN!]


JM: ...backdrop driver! And Gionet doing a number on McGraw's back right now.


VSJ: He must sense weakness there, and why not? McGraw did carry a tag team on his back for years.


[Gionet back up to his feet, and quickly grabs the legs of McGraw. He flips over the Southeren and locks on in a Boston Crab! McGraw scrambles for the ropes, but Gionet holds off the quick burst and goes to work by just leaning and putting pressure on the back.]


JM: Fine technical skills here by the former two time SPW champion.


VSJ: They've gotta be pissed they let this guy go.


JM: Referee Herman Gehl checking on McGraw, but he's not about to give up just yet. The pain has got to be building up on McGraw's back, and there's only so much you can take.


VSJ: Like being slowly subjected to Journey cover songs.


JM: We're not that bad.


VSJ: I jabbed out my eardrums after the first few notes, so I can't say for sure.


[McGraw continues to tear at the mat digging his way forward towards the ropes. He reaches out and is just a bit short, Gionet calls for the referee to check on him.]


JM: McGraw could be breaking here...


VSJ: Looks like it.


JM: Herm checking on McGraw... McGraw reaching up... reaching...


[HE GOT IT!]


JM: ...McGraw got the ropes!


VSJ: And Gionet looks ticked that McGraw was able to escape.


JM: Gionet stomping a bit around in the ring and now waiting for McGraw to pull himself back up to his feet, McGraw's going to have to use those ropes for leverage at this point.


VSJ: McGraw back up but has no idea Gionet is ready for him!


JM: Gionet charges at McGraw!





"THUDD!"





[OH DAMN!!]



JM: McGraw ducked! McGraw ducked and Gionet flips over the top ropes to the floor below! What a great desperation move there by the Six Killer!


VSJ: Killah... say it Southern like.


JM: Right.


[McGraw takes a moment to catch his breath and hold his back in some pain and on the outside Gionet rolls over to his side holding his left arm, as it took most of the fall to the outside. After a moment, McGraw rolls to the outside of the ring as Gionet pulls himself back up.]


JM: Gionet turns around just in time to catch a kneelift right to the chest! McGraw with a couple more for good measure and rolls Gionet right back into the ring.


VSJ: Get the upperhand and now take it back to where it'll count. Good strategy by McGraw.


JM: So often, it is hard for a tag team wrestler to make a name for himself in singles wrestling... but McGraw with a good chance to start making a name here tonight.


VSJ: I haven't seen McGraw look over his shoulder once for the tag, so that's a good start.


[McGraw throws a sign up to the crowd, getting some reaction from the Kentucky crowd -- those who love the rebels. He hooks the arm of Gionet and lifts him up high into the air with a vertical suplex... only holding it longer.]


JM: Look at this strength by McGraw!


VSJ: By the way, I love the hair... so feathered.


JM: McGraw holding... holding...




"SLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!"




JM: ...and crashes to the ground! Big time vertical suplex.


[McGraw teases the pin, but instead gets back up to his feet and leaps up into the air and connects with a kneedrop right to the forehead of Gionet! Gionet pops up from the impact, but McGraw pulls him right back down and quickly goes for a pin.]





ONE!!







TWO!!







THR--





[KICKOUT!]



JM: Two and a half.


VSJ: Just got that shoulder up, and McGraw didn't hook the legs.


JM: Gionet pulling himself to his feet now...


[But there's McGraw, stalking the former World Champion, waiting for the right moment. Gionet is just able to get back up to his feet as McGraw dives in and clips the back of the knee of Gionet causing him to buckle and fall again to the mat.]


JM: Vicious move there by McGraw!


VSJ: Every person able to walk faers that one.


JM: McGraw pulling on that leg of Gionet and dragging him towards the middle of the ring. Single leg crab hold by McGraw and he's really doing a number on that knee now!


[Not only does he hold the knee in the move, but even digs his elbows into the joint of the knee causing extra pain for Gionet.]


JM: And now it's Gionet trying to make his way to the ropes, and shaking off the referee...


VSJ: Gionet not really moving too far towards the ropes.


JM: Gionet pushing himself up by his arms...


[REVERSE POP!]


JM: Gionet able to roll through the move and that shakes off McGraw! McGraw hits the corner turnbuckle in the process.


VSJ: Big time coutner there by Gionet, but you can see the effects of having his knee targeted.


JM: Gionet limping back up to his feet, but there's McGraw... McGraw charges at Gionet...


"SMMMMMMMMMACK!"


[OUCH!]


JM: Gionet turns that sidekick attempt by McGraw into a dragon screw legwhip on McGraw! McGraw hits the corner hard after that one.


VSJ: Another huge counter, and all the momemtum turning back towards Gionet.


JM: McGraw helpless in the corner... and here charges Gionet!






"SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMASSSHHH!"




[VICIOUS MOVE POP!]




JM: Shining Wizard by Gionet right there in the corner of the ring! He nearly separated McGraw's head from his body with that vicious move. But that move might have cost Gionet as well, as he led with that injured knee and now staggers around the ring.


VSJ: But the move still has laid out McGraw, Gionet can take his time here.


[Gionet tries to kick out the pain as McGraw moves a bit, but is obviously a bit dazed and confused. Gionet waits for McGraw to move a bit more before he moves in to follow up his attack.]


JM: Gionet pulling McGraw up by that flowing bleached blonde maine of hair. Ginonet wrapping McGraw up around the waist and now begins to lift him up into the air...




"SLLLLLLLLAMM!"




JM: ...gutbuster! Huge move there by Gionet...


VSJ: Ghostbuster!?


JM: ...and Gionet backing up...




"SMMMMMMMMACKK!"




[DOUBLE OUCH!]


JM: Connecting with that Yakuza kick to the jaw of Billy McGraw! Here's the cover, this one should be all over...




ONE!!























TWO!!





























THRE--





















[KICKOUT!?]






JM: MCGRAW GETS THE SHOULDER UP!


VSJ: And Gionet can't believe the count...


[Gionet gets right into the face of the referee, but Herman gives him a little jaw right on back.]


JM: Gionet wasting too much time... as he goes to pull McGra--


[MALE GROAN!]


JM: McGraw goes low!


VSJ: And now McGraw points to his head showing how smart he is to this crowd.


JM: And they don't seem to much like it here in Kentucky.


VSJ: McGraw is about getting results, not fans.


JM: McGraw able to pull himself back up to his feet... but Gionet charges in at McGraw...




"SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!"




JM: ...oh damn! Spinning Spinebuster! I think McGraw just gave Gionet a payback for all damage to his own back with that one!


VSJ: You just witnessed the Uprising by McGraw.


JM: McGraw doing some showboating for this crowd and they are really letting him know how they feel.


VSJ: Billy McGraw not making too many friends here in Louisville.


[McGraw continues, which gives Gionet some time to recover, and then he moves in to follow up that previous move with another. McGraw's attention is still on the crowd, however.]


JM: McGraw pulling up Gionet... no!!


"THUUD!"


[POPPAGE!]


JM: Gionet able to trip up McGraw and toss him through the middle ropes to the floor below. Obviously, McGraw being very invovled with jawing with the fans and Gionet takes advantage.


VSJ: Spilled out on the floor, this could get interesting.


[Gionet takes a moment or two and then rolls to the outside of the ring to go after McGraw. McGraw, on the other hand, just lays on the floor below trying to recover from that fall. Gionet takes advantage of that with a couple of quick boots right to the chest of McGraw causing him to double over in some pain.]


JM: Gionet now fully on the offensive, pulling McGraw back up to his feet... this one's quickly turning from a technical match to an all out brawl.


VSJ: Slowly these two unfamiliar men have learned to dislike each other.


JM: Winner of this one could be considered the top dog here in NEWF, so the pressure is on here.


[Gionet pulls McGraw up by his feathery white hair and quickly he slams him down face first across the guardrailing. The crowd seems to enjoy it, even though Gionet really pays them little attention.]


VSJ: Well those that paid a little extra for those close seats are getting good upclose and personal entertainment.


JM: Gionet now pulling McGraw back towards the ring apron and slams him down face first onto the mat, the referee is telling him to bring it back into the ring...


VSJ: But Gionet is having a little bit too much fun right now.


JM: Gionet now with McGraw... no! McGraw counters with a rake across the eyes!


VSJ: Cheap, but effective.


JM: McGraw has Gionet pretty much at his will here... and he's going to lift up Gionet...


"SLLLAMM!"


JM: And drops him knee first on the ring apron!


VSJ: Creative move there by McGraw.


[McGraw follows that up with a short-armed clothesline that drops Gionet down to the floor. McGraw uses this time to roll back into the ring and reset the count of the referee before once again rolling back out to where Gionet is.]


JM: McGraw pulling Gionet back up to his feet, and quickly slams him right into those steel steps leading to the ring!


VSJ: Now that's going to make an enemy.


JM: McGraw pulling Gionet's head back up and now with two hands...




"SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!"




[OH DAMN!]




JM: ...slams it flush onto those corner steps!


VSJ: That might have... yeap, that cut Gionet open.


[McGraw forgets about the forehaed of Gionet as it trickles down a little bit of blood from the cut from the steel steps, instead McGraw pulls the leg of Gionet up and kicks it right into the steps a number of times doing a number on that knee.]


JM: McGraw not giving up on that knee just yet.


VSJ: Really softening it up now.


JM: McGraw rolls Gionet back into the corner of the ring, but what's he going in mind here?


[McGraw doesn't join Gionet, rather he walks around to the other side of the post and grabs the right leg of Gionet pulling it so it wraps around the post. McGraw then pushes outward and jerks quickly smashing the back of the knee against it a few times!]


JM: You're now seeing the absolute vicious side of Billy McGraw.


VSJ: They're going to have to cart of Gionet if this one keeps up.


JM: McGraw back into the ring, but not before stopping on the ring apron and letting the crowd here in Louisville know just what he thinks of them... and they're going to let him know right back.


VSJ: Looks like he thinks this one is over...


JM: ...that stream of blood from his forehead is little of Gionet's concerns as he holds his right knee in serious pain.


[McGraw makes sure to pull Gionet by that leg towards the middle of the ring.]


JM: Vicksburg Vicelock! McGraw's version of the figure four and he's got it locked on!!


VSJ: This is going to do it!


JM: Gionet trying to fight it, but the damage to that knee...


[The crowd begins to get to their feet as the referee checks on Gionet.]


VSJ: This what makes him a World Champion, Larry Gionet not giving up under all that pressure on his knee!


JM: Trying to reverse it... he's fighting with everything he has left in the tank... I don't know if he can.


VSJ: Even McGraw can't believe the fight he's seeing as he tightens up his Vicelock.


[McGraw begins to yell at Gionet to tap out. The crowd starts to get behind Gionet to fight it off, the referee checks but is shaken off by Gionet. Instead, he starts to rock back and forth.]


JM: No way!


VSJ: I think so.


JM: He's going to...


[POPPAGE!]


JM: ...he flipped over the Vicelock and now McGraw is the one in pain! I can't believe it! The heart of a champion from Larry Gionet!


VSJ: McGraw now shaking off the referee.


JM: Gionet starting to stand up... he's going to turn this into a cloverleaf...


[DAMMIT!]


JM: McGraw able to break the hold!


[Both men lay in heaps on the mat holding their knees in some pain. Gionet now wearing the crimson mask as blood has smeared all over his face, but he starts to pull himself up using the ropes.]


JM: What a hell of a match we'd watched here so far.


VSJ: Neither of these want to quit...


JM: McGraw back up to his feet just as Gionet is, neither man looks to be fully conscious right now.


VSJ: Neither man can have that much left.


JM: Gionet limping heavily as he spins around and grabs McGraw from behind... could this be!?


VSJ: Fate might be awaiting McGraw!


JM: Gionet lifts him up for that elevated reverse piledri --









"SSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAMM!"











[MASSIVE SHOCK POP!]













JM: NO! GIONET'S RIGHT KNEE GAVE OUT AND HE COLLAPSES RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! EVERY LAST FAN HAS JUST GIVEN A HUGE COLLECTIVE GASP!!


VSJ: McGraw falls on his head and that might have knocked him out!


[McGraw rolls towards Gionet's legs and begins to stand.]


JM: MCGRAW LOCKING ON THAT VICKSBURG VICELOCK ONCE AGAIN!!


VSJ: Gionet doesn't even sense the pain... he's out cold, blood is now gushing from his head...


JM: The crowd once again on their feet... it's a damn near riot! The referee looks over the carnage and is calling for the bell... Gionet never quit, Gionet never quit!


[DING DING DING!]


JM: Gionet is out cold and bleeding too much from his forehead and never tapped!


VSJ: McGraw not breaking the hold!


[The referee tries to break the hold, but McGraw shoves him off. The crowd now begins to toss things into the ring as McGraw continues his Vicksburg Vicelock]


JM: Someone needs to break this up...


VSJ: Before the crowd gets really serious.


[DING DING DING!]


JM: BILLY MCGRAW IS REFUSING TO LET GO! THIS IS SICK... THIS IS DISTURBING!


VSJ: THIS IS A RIOT SITUATION!


[The fans continue to pelt McGraw with half empty beer cups, but McGraw only smiles as he continues to hold on with his figure four hold. Gionet hasn't even recovered yet, but the damage is still being done.]


JM: WE NEED SECURITY!


[The bell continues to ring to try and get McGraw to break the hold, but he refuses. Eric Chaney's voice comes over the view we see.]


EC: That is all for tonight! See you next weekend on NEWF 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 Dalbello Rage walking down the aisle.]


[Picture still of "Vanilla" Matt Franklin shrugging off his tag partner Marlucci Alessios congratulations after The Foundation got the victory.]


[Picture still of Zeke McGinty raising his arms in victory to claim a TV Title shot..]


[Picture still of Chad Allen attacking Erik Grimsson as Frostbite lay motionless on the canvas.]


[Picture still of Josie Saito's reaction as the bell sounded to call the time-limit draw against Myra Benedict.]


[Picture still of McGraw being tugged at by security to remove the Vicksburg Vicelock that he has clamped on Gionet.]


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***CREDITS***
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Tag Match ---> Chris Hopper
Broussard/Black ---> Chris Hopper
Fatal 4-way ---> Dan
Frostbite/Grimsson ---> Chris Hopper
Benedict/Saito ---> Neal Thayer
Gionet/McGraw ---> Ryan Duffy


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