---- JWA:EWA Requiem ----

*The sold out capacity crowd at the JWA:EWA arena are making themselves heard, cheering loudly in anticipation of the start of the first JWA show in nearly four years. For some it has taken far too long, for others they thought it would never happen. As the crowd are going crazy and cheering, the JWA theme hits the speaker system and blares across the arena. A JWA video package plays over the big screen, as the fans reminisce about all the good times.*



Teddy Speaks – Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, let me be the first to say welcome....to JWA:EWA Requiem

Dean Malenko – It’s been a long time in the making, and now it’s here.

Ian Dawe – Tonight we’ve got one hell of a show in store for you, with a Triple Threat cross-branded tournament to crown once and for all, JWA:EWA’s MVP

Irvin Fury – Don’t forget about the hall of fame ceremonies we’ve got in the works, recognising all those that truly deserve to be recognised in the annals of JWA:EWA

Dawe – I can’ t believe you just said annals.

Speaks – In addition to that, we’ve got the Rusty Invitational Match, what promises to be one for the ages in a ‘dream’ Senor Gomez vs. Method Cobra full on war

Malenko – And my personal favourite, a hellacious three stages of hell match between the last ever Action Zone Champion, and Shadow.

Fury – It all promises to be one of the most bumper and action packed shows JWA:EWA has ever presented in it’s long and illustrious history. Let’s hope it delivers. On a sad note, It's my duty to inform everybody back home that superstar Ric Flair will no longer be competing tonight, having suffered a stroke at his nursing home two days ago. Our thoughts and prayers to Ric's family and his fan(s).

Speaks – Now lets move on with the show, seeing as we’ve got so much to fit in. Let’s begin with the first of a series of treasured classic flashbacks we’ve dug out of the archives to present to you all tonight.

Malenko – handpicked by Winter Sanderson and Shane Powers, these are moments that encapsulate just exactly what JWA:EWA truly stood for. We hope you enjoy.

*After that classic JWA:EWA flashback airs on the big screen, the crowd begin to get more and more vocal. The show intro and flashback have hyped them up, and now they’re ready for the real deal. An ‘Action Zone’ hall of fame video appears on the screen, and the crowd start voicing their approval in recognition of the stars about to be immortalised with their hall of fame induction. Winter Sanderson walks onto the stage to a round of applause.*

Winter Sanderson
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your kind applause. Now it is time for us to officially induct five JWA:EWA Superstars, who were integral to the survival and growth of the premier JWA brand, Action Zone. Without these five men, JWA:EWA and particularly Action Zone would never have looked or been the same. This is where we recognise and appreciate their efforts to the cause, and thank them for all the hard work they put in over the years. In no particular order, let me introduce these men to you. Firstly, a former Action Zone champion who stood for integrity, consistency, and hardcore chaos. I’m proud to present to you, the first member of Action Zone’s official hall of fame, Senor Gomez!

*Gomez makes his way out onto the stage, and gives a gracious wave to all his cheering fans. He makes his way over to the podium, as Winter Sanderson takes a step back and gives Gomez the stage, as a video package of the hardcore legend plays over the big screen*



Senor Gomez: Firstly I’d like to say it’s good to be here in the JWA:EWA Arena! *Cheap Pop*
I’d Like to thank my peers, in particular the corpse who brought me into the JWA, but more importantly I’d like to thank the fans, whether you loved or you hated me, i thank you for being here, i thank you for voicing your opinions because without you there would be no show, you made it worth going out there every night and giving it my all, sorry for the cliché but i gave my blood sweet and tears to this industry and i thank you for the recognition and acknowledgment of that through this award. This award cements my legacy in the history of JWA:EWA, thank you....

*Gomez leaves the stage smiling and waving to the fans, as a chant breaks out bearing his name. Winter steps up to the podium again, and carries on with proceedings.*

Winter Sanderson
Next up is a man who no doubt made history on Action Zone. This is a man whom main evented No Mercy two years in a row, and came out on top twice. He rised all the way through the system, from a young man with no experience under his belt, to one of the most influential and recognisable faces in JWA. To top it all off, he was a two time and the last ever, Undisputed Action Zone Champion. Now as a little surprise, we’ve got a guest inductor lined up for Folks, give it up for our next inductee The Invincible!

Maria Schultz: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME THE 44TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES… BARACK OBAMA!

(Barack Obama walks out on stage as there is a mixed reaction from the crowd. However, many conservative wrestling fans stand to cheer their President as he approaches the podium. Barack puts his mouth to the microphone, waits for the fan’s cheering to die down and begins to speak.)

USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

Obama: Hello JWA:EWA!

(The crowd pops.)

Obama: Today is a time to celebrate. Not only do we celebrate the one-night resurrection of the greatest federation in wrestling history, but we celebrate the legendary names that this place built its business around. I know that even as I was campaigning for my local political seat in Illinois, I watched the television and noticed a bright young man who was not afraid to stand up to his country. People could be doing anything to disrespect it, and they could be from Canada, Russia, Australia, or even Great Britain. The point is that this person did not care who they were or what they said. All he cared about was being HaRdCoRe and dishing out as much punishment as possible.

(The crowd grows a little more ruckus as Barack continues his speech.)

Obama: When JWA:EWA closed its doors, I was sad to see this man go off of the wrestling scene. But somehow I knew he would, because there was nothing like JWA:EWA.

(The crowd goes a little bit louder yet as Barack finishes his speech.)

Obama: My fellow Americans, please welcome the only rags-to-riches story in wrestling, the two-time Action Zone Champion, the HaRdCoRe Patriot, and the next person to be inducted into the JWA:EWA Hall of Fame, THE INVINCIBLE!

(“Gold Medal” by Tha Trademarc blasts over the PA as The Invincible steps out onto the stage clad in a white tuxedo. His head is a bit bandaged up from his match with Shadow, but he still walks confidently to the stage. He shakes President Obama’s hand and gives him a quick hug. The President then does a gesture as if to say, “the podium is all yours” and TI nods back in a friendly manner. TI arrives at the podium and waits for the crowd to die down before he speaks.)

H-a-R-d—C-o-R-e Pat-ri-ot! *clap clap clap clap clap* H-a-R-d—C-o-R-e Pat-ri-ot! *clap clap clap clap clap* H-a-R-d—C-o-R-e Pat-ri-ot! *clap clap clap clap clap* H-a-R-d—C-o-R-e Pat-ri-ot! *clap clap clap clap clap*

(A small tear forms in TI’s right eye. He quickly swipes it away and begins his speech.)

The Invincible
I would first like to start off by telling you a little bit of my story in JWA:EWA. When I first started in this business, I expected myself to do well. The one problem was… I didn’t. I was not the best wrestler by any means. The person you know as the Hardcore Patriot was manhandled on many occasions. There were many people who I saw in JWA:EWA that I aspired to be like, and I looked up to. After a few weeks of losing, I sat down to talk to Al Powers. In short, he said, “Troy, you need to show me that you are worth a main event spot.” Now, at that moment, many people would have hung up their boots and counted their losses. But I went back to Al and asked him who I should face in order to prove I was for real. He said… Tommy Polo.

For many of you, you know that the rest is history, but the trail along the way was not the most fun one. There were many times I would have loved to quit. Luckily, there were many people in this business who convinced me otherwise. Now, I am thankful; not only because those people helped me to make the right decision, but because I was able to be a leader in this organization. I was no longer looking up to the greats, but walking beside them and mentoring the future superstars in our federation. We have achieved some great things before we closed up, and it is truly mind numbing to think of where we could have gone.

It is an honor to have been a part of this federation, especially in the capacity that I was. We were at the top of the food chain. I mean, you know that a federation is good when you have haters, and man, we had many people who did not like us. We had many who tried to invade and many who tried to steal our talent. But one thing I have noticed is that in JWA:EWA, the cream rises to the top. Even if a few people left, that is okay. We still remained number one, and I am so thankful to have been a part of all the mayhem and the jubilation.

I had never thought I would be considered one of this federation’s best wrestlers. I will wear my Hall of Fame ring with pride, even when I am an old man. Moreover, I will always remain loyal to JWA:EWA. I will not wrestle for another federation, unless it is run by one of my JWA:EWA brothers or sisters. This federation, even with the turmoil, is the perfect organization for me, and I do not intend to leave it to pursue a lesser version of it. I was born JWA:EWA, I will die JWA:EWA.

In the end though, I did not do it for myself, or for my fellow wrestlers. I did it for the fans. I did it for the spots that stole the show. I did it for the laughs, and for the tears. I did it for the applause, for a few boos here and there. I did this all for you.

(The crowd stands up and begins cheering loudly. After about six seconds of cheering, a chant begins)

THANK YOU TROY! THANK YOU TROY! THANK YOU TROY! THANK YOU TROY! THANK YOU TROY! THANK YOU TROY! THANK YOU TROY!

No, no… thank you all. Thank you for the moments, for the heartbreaks and for the memories. I want to say thank you to everyone who has helped me out throughout my stay in the business, especially a few select people. If I miss anyone on this list, I apologize dearly. Thank you Corpse for guiding me through the business and helping me to improve my skills. Thank you Reaper, for teaming up with me and staying by my side even when the days were long and the future looked bleak. Thank you Winter Sanderson for believing in me, on Action Zone and in the Winter Wrestling Alliance. Thank you Chronic, Vegito and Senor Gomez for helping me to improve my craft. Thank you Pohatu for being a great training partner over the years. Thank you Shadow for all of the great battles. Thank you to all of the great opponents over the years. Virus, Tommy Polo, Triple D, Vengance, and Brimstone are just a few. Thank you to Al Powers for giving me a chance and for challenging me and my abilities. Thank you to my sister, Shorty, you are truly magnificent. Thank you Emily for being the best wife I could ever ask for. Thank you Stephanie McMahon for allowing me to realize that I should not date stupid people.

(The crowd laughs and cheers intensely)

And thank you to Jenny and Lizzy, my two beautiful little girls. You inspire me everyday and I hope you both know that daddy loves you very much.

Many people say that JWA:EWA is gone and dead. I disagree. JWA:EWA has never died. Whether it motivated someone to put forth an extra effort outside of wrestling, or if it was a catalyst for something greater in life, JWA:EWA lives on as an indirect influence on the world, and a direct influence on those who participated in it. I do not consider my fellow former wrestlers to be my friends. To me, they are family, and this family can not, and will never die.

*Winter claps in the background, and he walks over to the podium, leaning across The Invincible.*

Winter Sanderson
And now, we have a special guest inductor. Please put your hands together for The Invincible, inducting none other than ‘The Iron Man’ himself, Reaper!

And presenting the next hall of fame induction, please welcome The Invincible!

The crowd cheer and applaud as The Invincible takes to the podium. He waves and smiles, then pauses as the crowd die down.

The Invincible: It is a privilege for me to induct the next JWA:EWA superstar into the Hall of fame, he and I have known each other a long time, and alongside with that we have clashed many a time. The man is more than a legend, he is the HaRdCoRe Legend, and I’d love for you all to show the respect this man deserves! The next inductee, Reaper!

Reaper appears from behind the curtain to a standing ovation. He seems overly shocked and afraid as he nervously approaches The Invincible, who is clapping and smiling also. Reapers eyes dart in all directions as The Invincible offers a hand and the induction plaque, but Reaper just lurches forward and hugs him tight, suddenly smiling insanely overwhelmed with joy. The Invincible hugs back, but attempts to push Reaper off for a few seconds. When he does, Reaper gently shakes his hands and takes the plaque, The Invincible steps back clapping and Reaper faces the JWA:EWA audience, waiting for them to die down.

Reaper: Wow…jeez…this is something I’m not used to competing for. First things first, I would like to say, how incredibly proud I am to be receiving this. It’s not something I expected to receive during my career, but it definitely shows, that my efforts in the ring meant something to somebody. It’s been, a crazy and exciting ride, I’ve held a number of titles during my years of abuse and misuse, but this is something I will only receive once, and I will never lose. Wow...Look how shiny it is. The next few things are the bits everyone will say, but even though everyone says these words, they still mean as much as they did when they were first spoken, which was a whole lot. First things first, the audience, you guys out there in that big world, you are just as important to the JWA:EWA as it’s contracted butchers are. If it wasn’t for you we just couldn’t exist. Not only buying your tickets for the shows, or the merchandise, but coming to support your favourite superstars every week. I can guarantee you, that there isn’t a man or woman, back there in that locker room that would have the will to keep going if it wasn’t for the people in the stands chanting their name. This plaque and induction is proof to me that I am supported, and that this wasn’t for nothing. It makes me feel loved, and I hope you all feel loved too, because I love each and every one of you just as much, if not more, than you love me.

The crowd cheer loudly, breaking into a three syllable chant of ‘Ir-on Man! Ir-on man!’

Reaper: Hush now sirs and ladies, I also have to thank the employees of this very corporation. From the management to the superstars, they have all been an absolute wonder, I’ve made some wonderful friends, and they have put up with some crazy shit from me over the years. There have been so many people on the receiving end of my assaults, and some people have been real sports about it. But I won’t apologise, because it isn’t going to be the end. There will be more violence and bloodshed, because there will always be a Reaper. Always.

The crowd cheer once more.

Reaper: And finally, I think I’ll call it an end here, I would like to thank Irvin Fury. I’ve always found his commentary incredibly amusing…but I’m still gonna have to grate you to make my fucking day perfect. Come on Fury Make my day!

Reaper pulls Slater out of his leggings and leans menacingly over the podium, grinning sadistically at Fury, daring him to come back. The crowd go nuts encouraging him to do it. Reaper points at fury and mouths that he’ll have him after the show, raises Slater in the air to the crowd and yells ‘Thank You!’ As loud as he can, heading back to the locker room.

Winter Sanderson
Now for our fourth induction. This man is no stranger to controversy, you’ll all have heard his name. Our only heel to be inducted tonight, a man central to the growth of Action Zone, and the record holder for the most Action Zone championship title reigns in history, give it up for ‘The Virtual Virtuoso’ Virus!

*The crowd reaction is a mixture of boos and cheers, with people obviously recognising the effort and hard work dedicated to JWA by the man, even though he’s always been a bad guy. Virus walks out onto the stage, a wry smile plastered on the corner of his mouth, and he waves ironically, before taking his place at the podium.*

’The Virtual Virtuoso’ Virus
Tonight isn’t about me trying to draw heat from all of you. I did that for long enough back in the day, and I’m not going to milk you anymore. Tonight is about me coming out here and thanking all those who made my career possible. I know I said and did things that a lof of you didn’t like. That was kind of the point. Please don’t get confused with Virus the character, and Virus the man. Everything I said and did out there to garner your attentions were done for simply that, to draw heat and provide you with the entertainment you paid to see.

It’s very strange for me now, seeing all this going on around me, and myself being inducted into the hall of fame. Playing the bad guy is a tough gig, but somebody’s got to do it, and I like to think I was damn good at it. I worked hard to hone my craft over the years, wrestling in Japan, Canada, the United Kingdom, Mexico and the United States. I called all of those places home, but truth be told I never felt as at home anywhere as I did in JWA:EWA. It had its trials and tribulations that’s for sure, but at the end of the day we were all a family. I worked against some tremendous talent over the years, people like The Corpse, Tommy Polo, Billion Dollar Man and many, many more. I’m not going to name everyone who I feel deserves to be thanked, because I’d be out here all night. I simply want to thank Al Powers, Shane Powers, and Winter Sanderson for allowing us all to grow and develop in a place that most of us took for granted. I can guarantee you more work went into running the shows from those three men, than you can ever imagine, and I’m grateful for that.

My career had its ups and its downs, a lot like anybody else. I suffered some horrible, horrible injuries that took me out of the game for longer than I wanted to be, but I also had some fantastic victories that made it all worth while. My proudest accomplishment would probably have to be holding the Action Zone Championship three times, more than anybody else in history. Now I know there are a lot of doubters out there that think I politicked and connived my way to those title reigns. I’m saying right here, right now, that those people are wrong. My title reigns were always free from my own meddling, and even free from the meddling of Winter Sanderson, whom I know most people are aware is a good friend of mine. Shane Powers and Al Powers can attest to that, my reigns were one hundred percent legitimate.

JWA:EWA will always be important to me because, I was around from close to the start, and saw nearly everyone come, make their impact, and disappear. I’ll never be ungrateful for being afforded that view of seeing JWA:EWA truly evolve and develop. It was truly breathtaking. I know a lot of people wanted to see me compete tonight, but truth be told is that I’m retired, and I have been since JWA shut its door. I’m an old man now, and this is a young man’s game. Besides, I’ve had fun working as a road agent and helping the talent in whatever way I could. The men that comprised this federation will always have my adulation and respect. Tonight is about celebrating what made JWA great...everybody at home, the fans, the managers, but most importantly and crucially...the superstars. I accept my place in the JWA:EWA Action Zone hall of fame with pride, and dedicate it to all the men who put their bodies on the line every week, year and after year. Thank you so much for the memories, goodnight and farewell.

Winter Sanderson
And last, but certainly not least is another man who stuck around for a very long time, and who made his mark by capturing the Action Zone Championship in a series of memorable matches. Our final Action Zone hall of fame inductee, give it up for Triple D!

*Triple D makes his way out onto the stage to a roaring round of applause, and he smiles and removes his shades with a flick of the wrist, before making his way over to the podium as the crowd start chanting his name.*

Triple D
Now, ‘The Great One’ wants to start by thanking firstly and foremost, all of his millions *Triple D puts the microphone to the crowd*

“AND MILLIONS!”

Of his fans, for making this possible. Without them, none of this would be possible. ‘The Great One’ is honoured to receive this accolade, and wants to thank all of the men and women who helped him get to the top over the years. Thank you.

*Fades to commercial.*

Here comes the money!!!

Shane Powers comes dancing onto the stage, and jog-skips to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and grabbing a microphone from a stagehand. He beams widely, looking out at the crowd, who are cheering loudly.

Shane Powers: Thank you, thank you all. It's a pleasure to be able to stand before you all one last time. And let me assure you, tonight will be like no other. For one night only, I promise you, the lights will be bright, the stars will shine, the matches will be five star. Feuds will be relived, and in some cases ended. You will see legends return, matches that will blow your mind, promos that will leave you on your knees begging for more, and sending you reeling towards your JWA:EWA video or dvd collections.

Shane Powers: Unfortunately, before the show starts, I feel it is necessary for me to respond to some accusations sent my way when JWA:EWA closed. First, let me quickly talk about ExWA, as a reference point for our newer viewers. ExWA was founded when my father took a mysterious leave of absence. ExWA was born from the seed of JWA, not the seed of Al Powers, not the seed of Shane Powers. ExWA was a product of it's roster, merely the sum of its parts. ExWA was home to creativity, where dreams were realised, where ideas and ingenuity were rewarded, not plageurised. And, most of all, ExWA was known for delivering exactly what the people wanted. Not some preconceived dream of its owner, but what the people and the roster wanted to see. If a match was requested, it was usually accepted. If a feud began, we added fuel to the fire. We didn't interject our own bizarre ill-conceived ideas into people's storylines. Take Senor Gomez as an example. Under Al Powers on Action Zone, he was forced into a program he had no interest in with someone my father drafted in. This guy didn't bother showing up week after week, but still Gomez was forced to try and perpetuate the weak storyline imposed on him by Al. Conversely, in ExWA Senor Gomez wanted to form a tag team with Reaper. We told him to take the ball and run with it, and one of the most hellacious tag teams in the history of this industry was formed. See the difference?

Shane Powers: ExWA was a cult classic in it's time. But ExWA never pretended to be anything more than what it was; a stop gap until Al Powers returned. It's somewhat telling that, on my father's return, and the roster's subsequent return to JWA:EWA, my father showed not a hint of displeasure at ExWA's provenance or it's willing end. In fact he most graciously thanked myself and Winter Sanderson for creating it, and keeping everyone together.

Shane rests himself over the top rope, then looks at the floor on the outside. Momentarily he looks sad, and shakes his head.

Shane Powers: But don't get me wrong. I was sad to see JWA:EWA die. But the circumstances were complicated. You see, my father only reopened for a 'One Night Stand', much like the event we will be holding here shortly. But my father secretly had other ideas; he believed that if his show came off well enough, he could kickstart JWA:EWA. This was his idea of resuscitation. Unfortunately, he was the only one with that in mind. Before the show, he ran Warzone Underground. Always the C show, noone really wanted to be on it. And his idea of punishment for this was to think up more and more ridiculous ways to have no-showers 'killed off' on the shows. Clever prosthetics and stunt men cost a bomb and he spent so much effort on these that he forgot to pay half the guys around at the time. And so alot of guys never bothered turning up at all. Guys like Virus, Vegito, and other great names were all made to look insignificant, despite their lasting and show-I daresay fed defining careers. The whole spirit of JWA:EWA was lost. In a bid to give the show some credibility my father even drafted in no hopers from a 'predetermined fed' which Tommy Polo was a part of, but this only served to disgust the loyal members still remaining. The only quality match of the night was the main event, and even that left alot to be desired. In all respects, JWA:EWA One Night Stand was a disappointment and left a sour taste in people's mouths. Worse still, in the post ONS environment, Al Powers took people's disinterest in the show he continued to run after the pay per view to heart and started 'killing them off' as well. He didn't understand that people had no interest in WZU, they'd signed up for a One Night Stand, and nothing more. They wanted no part of WZU, especially as it was just home to lowly talent and 'death scenes' at this stage. Al offended alot of people by questioning their loyalty to JWA:EWA in lieu of their disinterest.

Shane kicks the bottom rope in frustration.

Shane Powers: And to top it all off he fired me. Why? Because I made mention of an ExWA version of a One Night Stand. My father apparently felt so threatened by this post- JWA:EWA ONS suggestion that he got rid of me and tried his hardest to defame me. Which might've worked if anyone was still watching. But, this is not the time to be bitter. In honesty, I am mindful of the situation from his perspective. Everyone retired, and yet they said they'd be willing to appear on an ExWA show one more time. This must have looked bad to Al, especially as the majority of the people who would've turned up were those who had left JWA:EWA somewhat acrimoniously. Hindsight is a magnificent tool. It is only a shame that, at the time, we didn't have it to hand. Al acted in reflex, I acted in reflex, and ill feeling was procreated. To this day, he probably thinks that I killed JWA. But this is not true.

*After that classic flashback has finished airing on the big screen, the crowd’s attention is firmly back in the arena and to reality. A few seconds pass, before ‘Shot Through The heart’ By Bon Jovi blares loudly over the speakers, and the fans pop for the former Action Zone General Manager Winter Sanderson. Winter makes his way out onto the stage, and he gives a warm wave and smile to the crowd, before slowly making his way down to the ring, soaking up the atmosphere and living the experience. He gets to the ring, and climbs the steel steps on the outside, before climbing in between the ropes and positioning himself in the centre of the ring. He takes the mic in his hand and raises it to his lips. Winter waits for the crowd to eventually die down, as their obvious excitement at the first glimpse of tonight’s show boils over.*

Winter Sanderson
Well good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Firstly I’d like to thank everyone for making the trip here tonight. To achieve a sell out crowd is more than impressive, and it says it all about JWA:EWA and it’s legacy that we’re so well supported tonight. Without the support of you fans over the years, JWA:EWA would never have grown to be the close knit community that it did.

A JWA:EWA chant breaks out over Winter’s words, but the former Action Zone General Manager continues to try and get through his speech.

Winter Sanderson
It is an honor for me and Shane Powers to be able to present this card to you today, a card that we hopes recaptures the essence of the real JWA:EWA and what it stood for, that you can all savour and enjoy. It’s been a long time since anything JWA:EWA was released, and so booking this card presented myself and Mr. Powers with a unique and challenging opportunity, and we hope that it paid off and you all enjoy what we’ve got in store for you tonight. It’s about celebrating what made JWA:EWA great...it’s talented and dedicated superstars. Tonight is a tribute to all those that put their bodies on the line night after night. We had some fantastically good times, we had some horribly bad times...but we had a hell of a bunch of memories, that’s for sure.

The crowd are peppering Winter’s speech with applause and aplomb

Winter Sanderson
On a personal note, I’d like to thank Shane Powers for helping pull all this together, and making it an authentic representation of what JWA:EWA was and is. I will hold up proceedings no longer, for tonight is about showcasing the undeniable talent that comprised our humble federation. It still makes me smile to know that people remember and think about JWA:EWA still, even though the doors closed with something of a slight nearly four years ago. Long may the legacy of JWA:EWA continue, many years into the future. Please make sure you enjoy the show and all the hard work that’s gone into forging it.

*The crowd cheer this announcement raucously, and Winter smiles, and drops the mic, before bowing his head a little, as the show fades to commercial with him standing alone in the ring, surrounded by manically cheering fans across the arena.*

Bonus Footage

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Schultz: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is our main event, and is for the Undisputed Action Zone Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from The Crypt, the Quebec Phenom, Shadow!

Fans rise to their feet as the lights in the arena cut, and mist engulfs the rampway. Shadow appears and takes a long walk down to the ring, soaking up the atmosphere. Shadow climbs the ringsteps, raises his arms in the air, and the lights raise. Shadow steps into the ring and waits.

Schultz: And his opponent, from Milwaukee Wisconsin, The hardcore Patriot, The Invincible!

God Bless The U.S.A by Lee Greenwood plays over the pa as a wide variety of patriotic images appear on Action Vision. The Invincible emerges from behind the curtain with an American Flag to receive the showers of cheers and dozens of flags waving gallantly in the Greenwich audience. TI stops on the stage and waves the flag proudly. Red, White and Blue pyro go off as TI puts the flag over his shoulder and walks down to the ring. When TI gets to the ring, he climbs a turnbuckle and starts waving the flag again while millions of the fans snap photographs. TI climbs into the ring and hands his flag to Maria Schultz. TI looks into the eyes of Shadow and his music cuts.

Speaks: Billed as ‘settling an old rivalry’, these two will finally get to settle their differences, and with gold on the line.

Dawe: I cant wait.

Schultz: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that this match has now become a street fight!

*Shadow licks his lips and TI smiles at the announcement. Right from the bell, TI charges Shadow and goes for ‘Old Gory’, but Shadow feints left and uses TI’s momentum to throw him into the turnbuckle. Shadow follows TI into the turnbuckle and clotheslines him from behind, hitting lefts and rights to his abdominal area. Shadow whips TI out towards the far turnbuckle and TI comes reeling off, hitting the turnbuckle with force. TI takes a few impact steps forwards and Shadow hits a big boot.

Speaks: Shadow isn’t taking any prisoners here tonight, huh?

Dawe: I don’t think he liked that name The Invincible made for him.

Speaks: All fuel for the fire.

Shadow beats on TI some more and rolls to the outside. Shadow looks under the ring and comes out with a clay pot.

Dawe: Is that an urn?

Speaks: no, it’s a clay pot *Speaks slaps the back of Dawe’s head off-air*

TI gets to his feet, and Shadow puts the clay pot over his head. TI starts fumbling for his face and Shadow whips him into the ropes and hits a big boot, shattering the pot.

Dawe: Just like the liberty bell! Shattered!

Speaks: Ho ho ho. Very good.

Shadow laughs and goes under the ring again, this time pulling out a ladder.

Speaks: Seems ladders are a trademark of Shane’s Action Zone these days.

Dawe: Better than glass fists.

Shadow slides the ladder into the ring and goes to pick TI up, but TI flips him onto his back. Surprised, Shadow leaps to his feet, and TI meets him with a clothesline. TI picks Shadow up again and hits the Star Spangled Slam. TI goes to the outside and starts foraging under the ring. TI comes out carrying the back end of another pot, and as he drags it out it is recognisable as a large cactus.

Speaks: The cacti making its Hardcore debut!

Dawe: You worry me too sometimes.

TI slides into the ring and swings the cactus like he was Darryl Strawberry, whacking a home run in Shadow’s face. Shadow falls back into the turnbuckle, clutching at the pins stuck into his cheek. TI puts the Cactus down and sets the ladder up. TI starts to climb and Shadow follows on the other side. As both men reach the top, they begin exchanging rights and lefts. TI gets the better and swings so hard that Shadow falters, and falls off the ladder, landing side first on the cactus and rolling off it immediately, clutching at his pin encrusted side.

Speaks: The hardcore cactus! Gotta love it!

Shadow rolls in pain under the bottom rope and TI starts to climb down the ladder. Shadow grabs at something but TI doesn’t see it. TI goes between the ropes to fetch Shadow but Shadow sprays a fire extinguisher in his face. TI recoils back into the ring and Shadow grabs something from under the ring.

Dawe: Is that a pizza custer?

Speaks: I think it is…

Shadow goes behind TI and slices the custer over his forehead, busting him wide open. Shadow tosses it to the outside and puts TI in a sleeper hold. TI gets as high as his feet then uses a jawbreaker to relinquish the hold. TI is first to his feet and grabs the ladder, folding it in two. TI places the ladder in the turnbuckle, on the second ropes, looking like a platform. TI stands on the platform and leaps out at Shadow, but Shadow ducks. TI lands with a roll and the two men are stood face to face. The two exchange blows until TI is backed up against the ladder. Shadow swings for TI but TI ducks, and hits the freedom slam onto the Ladder. Shadow is lying on top of the ladder, but instead of covering him, TI grabs the cactus and lays it over Shadow’s chest. TI rolls to the outside and brings in another ladder. TI places the ladder in front of Shadow and ascends it. TI points out at all of his fans and hits the Stars and Stripes. TI lands chest first over the cactus and bounces over the top rope to the outside. The ladder is crushed under the weight and snaps in the middle. Shadow falls off the broken ladder and is lying in the center of the ring. TI gets slowly to his feet and pushes himself into the ring.

Speaks: That move could have evened the score inadvertently for Shadow.

Dawe: Idiocy. TI could have won with the Freedom Slam.

TI crawls over to Shadow and drapes an arm over. The referee runs across and makes the count:

1

2

NO!

Shadow sits up deadman style and TI looks shocked. Shadow gets to his feet and locks in the tombstone crab on TI. TI is yelling in agony but refusing to tap. TI uses his strength to get under the bottom rope and slide to the outside, forcing Shadow to break the hold. Shadow comes to the outside and throws TI back into the ring. Shadow looks under the ring and pulls out a basket.

Dawe: Aww, he’s gonna have a picnic

Shadow turns the basket on his head and out spill several Cobras.

Speaks: Oh my God!

Dawe: Agh! I’m scared of snakes! Hold me!

Speaks: Get away!

The snakes spill all over the ring and TI gets to his feet in shock. Shadow rushes Ti but TI catches him with another Freedom Slam. As Shadow’s back hits the mat, a Cobra bites TI’s ankle. TI is in shock and falls like a plank of wood directly over Shadow’s body. The referee makes the count among the snakes:

1

2

3!

Schultz: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and still champion, The Invincible!

Ian Dawe: I remember that match. The Invincible won despite being a Grade A moron and nearly throwing the match away.

Teddy Speaks: You know, sometimes you walk a fine line with your criticisms.

Cameras close in on the ring, where Johnny Vegas is stood ready to make the introductions for the next match.

Johnny Vegas: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our 2/3 falls match! Introducing first, he hails from Avalon England, weighing in at 300 lbs, Shadow!

The lights go dark and the camera zooms in on the titantron as we see moonlight at the same time as some sinister voices and some urgent music. The titantron shows a lot of soldiers destroying eachother in a battlefield, as we see in the sky Shadow who did a evil smirk at the titantron. After a couple of seconds we see a spotlight flashing Shadow who is suspend by a hook in the top of the titantron and he scroll down slowly like if he was about to levitate ( but in reality he is suspend by a rope) until he reaches the ramp of the stage. After the debut of the song of Spellbound blast in the P.A system, and the light go red at the same time some flame appears in the stage (to follow the rhytm of the song). Shadow who wears a black armor now, walks normaly down the ramp has some flame appears in both curtains of the ramps. After he reaches the ring, he goes and stops at the center of the ring and he raises both arms in the air, as the lights go dark) and when he slams down four flame appearss in the curtains of the ring like if an inferno match was beginning, and Shadow laughs evily. After the fireworks appear, the lights go normal and Shadow removes his armor, revealing his chest, covered in satanic tatoos, and he gives his armor to the referee as he stretches his body until TI comes.

Ian Dawe: Did I hear Shadow introduced as from Avalon?

Teddy Speaks: You certainly did.

Ian Dawe: I must ask him where that is sometime. I always thought it was a fictional place.

Teddy Speaks: Thanks for that reminder of your cutting edge contribution to the commentary booth.

Ian Dawe: You're welcome.

Teddy Speaks: One thing's for sure, Shadow still knows how to make an entrance.

Ian Dawe: Yeah, it's a shame I can't take it seriously. This guy is like a halfway house between Brimstone and Vegito, with none of the credibility.

Teddy Speaks: I find that remark highly spurious.

Ian Dawe: Thanks.

Teddy Speaks: That wasn't a compliment.

Johnny Vegas: Aaand his opponent, from Milwaukee Wisconsin, weighing in at 265 lbs, 'Mr No Mercy', The Invincible!

"God Bless the USA" by Lee Greenwood plays over the PA as the crowd erupts in a frenzy. The Invincible whips back the curtain and emerges onstage. He dawns his old wrestling singlet and has an American flag drapped over his shoulder. He looks around, and nods his head, holding back tears. Emily slowly emerges from behind the curtain as well and kisses TI on the cheek. TI gazes back lovingly at her and throws up his arms. Red, White and Blue pyro spray from the stage as TI slowly walks toward the ring. Stops right before the ring and closes his eyes. He takes a deep, releiving breath, and hops on the ring apron. He then mounts a turnbuckle from the outside and begins to wave the American flag galliantly. He gives the flag to a person near the ring and turns to Emily, giving her a slight kiss. Emily steps back and TI spins around on one foot with his arms extended.

Teddy Speaks: The Invincible and Shadow's history goes back a long way.

Ian Dawe: You're telling me. I had to sit and pretend Shadow had a chance six times already. Thank God this is our last show-I think I might've had to throw in the towel if I saw this mauling again.

Teddy Speaks: I'm not entirely sure what you're remembering, but the last few encounters between these two were extremely close.

Ian Dawe: Whatever Speaks, try and put the match over if you want. I think the fans are a little brighter than that personally.

Teddy Speaks: Right, I forgot how you have your finger on the pulse of society.

Ian Dawe: Where I put my finger during broadcasts is none of your concern.

*Audible silence*

Ian Dawe: Okay, I admit, that was impressive. I can't really think of a better sight than The Invincible and Shadow both covered in blood and taken out.

Teddy Speaks: Well aren't you just a happy bunny.

Ian Dawe: I would be if this match didn't have another fall to come.

Teddy Speaks: Now we enjoy another short break before the final fall...

The countdown reappears on the screen, and the fans count down with it.

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1!

Johnny Vegas: The next match will now begin, and the stipulation is...CASKET MATCH!

Ian Dawe: Maybe Shadow should forcefeed The Invincible some of that disgusting Quebecan food. He'd quit in seconds.

The Invincible's eyes bulge as Shadow suddenly sits up in the middle of the wrecked ring. A casket is wheeled out onto the stage, just in front of the entranceway. Shadow grins and gets to his feet, never removing his gaze from The Invincible. The Invincible gets to his feet and hobbles towards Shadow, but Shadow hip tosses him out of the ring, and up to the entrance ramp. Shadow lumbers after him, and kicks The Invincible in the ass as he tries to stand. Shadow licks his lips and grabs The Invincible's ankle, locking in an ankle lock and mockingly imitating The Invincible, as if it was the De-Feater Anklelock. The Invincible groans in agony, and nimbly does a forward roll on the spot, throwing Shadow over his body and releasing himself from the hold. As Shadow faceplants the steel entranceway, The Invincible ruthlessly grabs Shadow's ankle and locks in the real DeFeater Anklelock. Shadow spasms and starts trying to crawl up the entranceramp to escape, but The Invincible grapevines his leg and wont let him move an inch. Shadow starts tapping desperately, but The Invincible refuses to let go.

Teddy Speaks: Troy is relentless here. Shadow's tapping but he refuses to let go.

Ian Dawe: Why should he?

Teddy Speaks: Well, he shouldn't. This is all to reminiscent of the night The Invincible made Tommy Polo tap out twice, only for the referee not to see it, and for him to be screwed in the end.

Ian Dawe: I wonder if Shadow will have the where-with-all to do what Polo did. Smart money is on not.

The Invincible torques Shadow's ankle so hard that an audible crack can be heard in the arena, at which point The Invincible lets go. Shadow has almost passed out from the pain, and doesn't move after the move is relinquished. The Invincible gets to his feet and drags Shadow halfway up the ramp, struggling with his weight and the fact his knee is still extremely painful after his patella dislocation. The Invincible realises he can't pull Shadow the whole way up, so he picks him up and drops him with a strong DDT, which dents the metal and sends more blood gushing from Shadow's forehead.

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Teddy Speaks: The Invincible is trying to kill Shadow! This is incredible.

Ian Dawe: Arent we meant to kayfabe that Shadow is already dead?

Teddy Speaks: You're a moron.

Ian Dawe: What? What did I say?

The Invincible picks Shadow up again, and his body is totally limp. The Invincible hoists him over his shoulders and stumbles up the rampway, limping and buckling under his weight the whole way. As he reaches the top, the casket is right in front of him, with the lid closed. The Invincible grits his teeth and flips Shadow's body off his shoulders, and in front of him, hitting a sitout-snowplow like slam on the entranceway. The Invincible limps to his feet and opens the lid to the casket. He takes a moment to look out at the JWA:EWA crowd, saluting them and turning back to Shadow. The Invincible picks up Shadow, and hoists him into the casket. He grabs the lid, and goes to slam it shut, but Shadwo has a foot draped over the casket and the outside. The Invincible grabs the foot and swings it inside the casket, then looks in to check no other part of Shadow has to be moved. As he looks in, Shadow grabs him by the throat and sits up. The Invincible's eyes bulge and his face starts to turn red, as Shadow uses all his might to choke The Invincible. Shadow maneouvres himself out of the casket, and pushes The Invincible towards the edge of the stage, looking down. There is a drop of about 10 feet, to a hard concrete floor. Shadow rolls his eyes back into his skull, and lifts The Invincible up high, hitting the Chokeslam from the Darkness off the stage! The Invincible lands awkwardly on his shoulders and neck, and doesn't move.

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Teddy Speaks: Good God, did you see how The Invincible landed? He could quite literally be paralysed for life.

Ian Dawe: This is...even I can't applaud this. We need medics out here right away.

Shadow slowly raises both arms over his head, and the crowd boo raucously. He looks down at The Invincible and a devilish look flickers across his face. Shadow crosses his thumb over his throat, and leaps into the aid, coming down with a Nocturnal Knee Press (Diving Double Knee Senton), right over The Invincible's neck. The Invincible goes literally motionless and a hush falls over the crowd. Shadow grabs The Invincible like a ragdoll and throws him onto the entrance ramp, then climbs after him, tossing him into the casket and closing the lid. The lights go out and Shadow stands suming over the casket, arms raised and an evil look plastered across his face. Fans either boo, or remain silent, concerned on a very real level about The Invincible's health.

Johnny Vegas: The winner of this match, Shadow!

Shadow limps backstage, and pulls the casket with him. A highlight package of the match is shown, as the shot fades out.

Up Next: The Corpse Speaks!

The camera opens up inside a corridor backstage. Various pieces of equipment are strewn over it, but only on one side of the corridor. Various technicians stand about the corridor, chatting, making routine checks and maintenance, though some of them closer to the camera seem distracted. The cameraman’s attention was drawn to the sounds of yelling and what seems to be equipment being thrown about around a corner. Just as he’s about to reach the corner, a backstage technician sprints around the corner looking terrified.

”Run for your life man! Run for it! He’s totally lost it!”

The technician sprints past the camera, and a few more follow from behind him. We hear loud thuds, sounding at an even pace, which sound like dinosaurs stomping on the ground in films such as Jurassic park. The cameraman is nervous to step forward and check as the sounds of the thud gets closer, and the sound of a T-rex roaring loudly comes from around the corner. The cameraman remains frozen in place, and a shadow appears on the wall opposite the corner. The cameraman is on the verge of wetting himself when, from around the corner, Reaper emerges with a boombox and a comically large hammer.

”Hello there peachy…”

The technicians in the background faces show a mix of fear and confusion. Reaper presses a button on his boombox and the loud T-Rex roar emits from it, then he slams the hammer on the ground, which would explain the sounds earlier. Reaper cackles maniacally and puts the boombox on a storage crate, takes the hammer in both hands, turns and runs at the technicians in the background. They scream and run away, and the cameraman, unsure if he should at first, follows Reaper as he swings the hammer into walls and the floor, trying to hit the fleeing technicians. They lead him into the parking lot and scatter, causing Reaper to lean against a wall and laugh, resting the hammer on the floor. Unbeknown to him there is a homeless bum behind him.

”Spare some change sir?”

”I can spare some of my brain if that’ll help.”

”No…I need something more..money like”

”Oh..then no. All I’ve got hanging around are a few marbles. Say, aren’t you…Demon?

”Erm….”

”Do you suck dicks Demon?”

”No”

”Bullshit! I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!”

At this point Reaper latches onto the bum with an Iron Claw, crushing his face with his hand. Reaper doesn’t actually know who the bum is, or what he’s doing in the parking lot, but what he does know is he doesn’t like the smell. He slams the bums head against the wall and keeps applying pressure, listening to the hobo’s screams until they die down from his loss of consciousness. Reaper drops in and leaves the parking lot, running in front of traffic to cross the road and head into a big church opposite. Inside the church, there is an isle down the middle with pews on either side, with a few people inside and an archbishop standing at the alter delivering a sermon. Reaper snarls as he recognises the archbishop as a man named Oscar. The surname eluded him, but he already had the rage in his eyes. He marched up the isle and pulled a spring onion out of his pocket, then began slapping the archbishop with it. The archbishop cried out for help but wasn’t fast enough as Reaper picked him up and threw him through the font. He marched back down the isle, looking menacing at the terrified bystanders.

”He needed a bath”

Reaper laughed and left, wondering where he could go next. He ventured into a bingo hall and scanned the large room until he saw a face he recognised.

“Flair! I see you Flair! Where you been at!

Ric Flair turns and sees Reaper standing in the doorway, and is immediately unnerved by Reapers expression. Everyone else turns and looks, just as Flair gets up and runs off. Reaper gives chase, but loses him as Ric ducks out of sight when he left the building. Reaper, frustrated, runs back towards the JWA EWA arena, where he applies the touch of death to every member of JWA’s workforce he finds. After he’s done with the last one, he stands, leans against a wall, and thinks.

“I wonder who else I could find and have fun with…”

Reaper train of thought is distracted as he sees another terrified technician. The technician runs, and Reaper grabs a whip, hooks it around an overhead pipe and imitates Indiana Jones, swinging over some kind of chasm, that only Reaper can see, towards the technician. The Techie sees this and ducks, and Reaper keeps swinging. The whip unties, and Reaper flies through the window to the ladies locker room. We here a single woman scream and Reapers kicked back out the window by Shorty. Reaper sits and rubs his head.

”ooowwwiieeee. Why does the women’s locker room have a window anyway?! At least I got one of her melons.”

Reaper gets up, looking proud of him self and pulls a ripe watermelon out from under the cameras vision. He turns and trots merrily down the corridor as if nothing had even happened. He comes into the foyer, and the look of happiness fades away as he notices someone who eluded him earlier, Flair. Flair is chatting to a pretty young blond lady.

“And even if you have doubts, age is nothing but a number baby, Whooooo!”

Reaper grinds his teeth and throws the watermelon with all his might at Flair. It flies gracefully through the air, never straying from it’s intended flight path. Flair grins as he’s just about swooned his bird, when he looks up and gasps upon sight of the melon. He can’t react quick enough and it glides effortlessly into his gonads. Reaper yells in triumph as his direct hit.

“Bulls-eye! Or should I say, Balls-eye Ric?”

Reaper laughs hysterically as he walks off. Rics ‘girlfriend’ does the same. By this time word has spread and JWA’s security team has been dispatched to hunt Reaper. Meanwhile, Reaper has wandered into some random locker room. There is a window on the far side, and a table below it. On the table is a big plate of custard, which naturally attracted Reapers attention, as there didn’t seem any logical reason for it to be there. He picks it up and looks closely, examining it for flavour, just as security rush in through the door. They order him to stop what he’s doing at once, but he just screams in terror and flings the custard at the team, before opening the window and escaping outside.

The camera regains a visual of Reaper when he’s somehow found his way back inside the backstage area. Somehow, he’s managed to get his hands on a pogo stick. As he sneaks through the corridors, he tells everyone he sees to ‘Shhh’ as to not alert the team after him. However his attempts are futile as they’re right behind him, equipped with a straight jacket. Reaper sprints, with the pogo sticks spring end in front of him as the guards pursue, knocking over many technicians and pieces of equipment. He desperately tries to evade capture but throwing traps and obstacles behind him, such as pipes and crates. He even pulls an oversized mouse trap out of his tights and takes great amusement out of it when a security member steps on it and it traps his foot. As he turns a corner he notices JWA backstage announcer Lola Grand, chatting with Ric Flair, who is still seemingly reeling in pain from the earlier melon attack. Reaper stops for a second and kicks him in the nads, much to Lola’s shock, and leaves him lying across the corridor.

“Here Ric, help us out will ya?!”

Reaper laughs loudly and keeps running as two or three guards trip over Flair, burying him as Lola looks on bemused. Reaper spots another corridor intersection, with a sign saying ‘exit’ pointing right.

“You can’t catch me suckers!”

Unfortunately, as he yelled that remark he wasn’t looking where he was going, forgot to turn, and ran into the wall, causing the pogo stick to bounce into his chest and knock him on his back. Winded, he tries to get up but is pounced upon by the security team, who wrestle relentlessly with him to get him in the straight jacket. Reaper kicks and screams words such as ‘Freeeeeedom! Qapla!!! Rosebud!!! Mother?!!’as he tries to resist in vain. The team get him up and drag him away as he keeps screaming at them to let him go. It’s unsure where he’s being taken though.

Probably the boiler room.