[WWR] WWR Supershow I Replay- part 1

Wednesday Wrestling Rag “Completely Deranged”
Sunday August 23, 2009
Anderson Arena
Bowling Green, OH
Host: A. Kuluha Bacardi
Announcer: Johnny Suave

AKB: “We are live from Anderson Arena.  Welcome to the first ever Wednesday Wrestling Rag live event- WWR Completely Deranged.  I’m A. Kuluha Bacardi and this gentleman next to me needs no introduction.  The voice of PCW…JOHNNY…SUAVE!”  Crowd: “JOHNNY SUAVE!  (clap, clap clap-clap-clap)  JOHNNY SUAVE!  (clap, clap clap-clap-clap)”  Suave: “I see we have a few PCW fans here tonight.  Tessa Martin, the Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl’ was supposed to be here tonight as well but as you all know, she was seriously injured Monday night at Dream Wrestling Federation’s Slaughter show.  The good news is that she’s okay.  The better news is that she was released from the hospital earlier today and is on her way home.  We miss you Tess and I hope to see you soon.  Now, onto tonight’s festivities.  We’ve got a seven match card for you tonight including a PCW title match, a PCW Tag Team title match, a unification match of PCW Women’s title and the Missouri Valley Wrestling title, DWF has a match showcasing it’s young and upcoming talent and one involving three top contenders for the DWF Title.  And then the big one.  The Six Foot Tall Demolition Machine in a Short Skirt Dawn McGill versus MPlow, Mike Effect, Michael Polowy in a hardcore grudge deathmatch.  Let’s get to it.”

MATCH #1 PCW TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
“No Frills” Chris Escondido and Starz N. Stripes ©
VS.
Jack Schett and Bull Schett with Horst Schett and Hans Gruber-the Extreme German Schnauzer
…Suave: Bull climbs back to his feet. Starz knocks Bull into the corner.  They’ve got a table set up over there!  He’s got him in a side headlock and taking Bull up the turnbuckle.  No!  Oh, no…*THUD*  HOLY CRAP!  INVERTED DDT THROUGH THE TABLE!”  Starz lies on top of Bull in the rubble of the table.  Suave: “That should do it!  Starz up…somehow.   Corkscrew legdrop on Bull!  He’d better pin him while he has…too late.”  The Extreme German Schnauzer Hans Gruber, Horst Schett run to his side of the ring.  Gruber bites Starz.  Suave: “OW!  THE DOG JUST BIT STARZ IN THE LEG.  STARZ SENT FOR A RIDE BY HORST AND HITS THE SIDE OF THE RING.   NOW WHAT IS HORST DOING?  HE’S SETTING UP A TABLE, THAT’S WHAT!”  Horst drags Starz over and goes to suplex him.   Suave: “HE’S GOING FOR THE SUPLEX…BUT HERE COMES ESCONDIDO!”  ‘No Frills’ Chris Escondido races over and whips Horst into the steel barricade.  Starz gets back in the ring.  He tags Escondido in.  Suave: “ESCONDIDO BACK IN.  RUNNING KNEE TO BULL!”  Bull gets back up long enough for Escondido to follow with a power slam.  Jack Schett jumps in the ring and he’s got a brick.  Suave: “JACK’S IN THE RING!  HE’S GOT ONE OF THE SCHETT BRICKS.”  Escondido suddenly snaps off a spinning back kick that breaks the brick into small pieces.  Suave: “HOLY CRAP!  HERE COME STARZ!…DDT!   HE JUST SPIKED JACK SCHETT WITH AN EVENFLOW DDT!  NOW STARZ IS UP TOP!”  He flies and splashes Bull.   Suave: “BULL GETS NAILED BY THE SHOOTING STAR JUMP.  ESCONDIDO COVERS.  ONE.  TWO.  THREE!”

Charlene Ann Beckworth: “The winners of this match, in eleven minutes and twenty two seconds, and still PCW Tag Team Title champions, ‘No Frills’ Chris Escondido and Starz N. Stripes!”

Suave: “GREAT OPENING MATCH!  THE PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS SUCCESSFULLY DEFEND THEIR TITLES HERE AT WWR COMPLETELY DERANGED.”

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O’Beck Bahama Promo
PCW Champion Bahama, along with ‘Not Just Intolerable…Not Just Unbearable…I Am…’  Justin Sufferable, try to dispel the myth that Bahama’s heart just isn’t into wrestling. 

“No one questioned my heart as I pulled myself up, rung by rung, step by step, to a level to challenge for the PCW Title.  No one questioned my heart the night I defeated Starz N. Stripes at PCW Extreme Election Night 2008 for the PCW Title.  No one has defeated me since…”

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MATCH #2
MVW TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
Angels of Death: Angel Casey and Angel Scott ©
VS.
The Vatican Vice Squad: Sister Mary Marlboro and Sister Sandy Scarboro w/Mother Superior Sister Susan
… Sister Sandy wants Casey back in the ring, but it’s Angel Scott who’ll do the dirty work.  Scott puts Sister Sandy in the Octopus.  Sister Mary shoots in and  boots her in the face.  Suave: “SISTER MARY MAKES THE SAVE!  NOW ANGEL CASEY GOING UP TOP.” Casey lays out perfectly wipes out both nuns with a somersault dive. Scott pulls Sister Sandy out of the pile and powerbombs her.   Suave: “SCOTT COVERS!  NO!  SISTER SANDY KICKED OUT AT TWO.”  Angel Casey tags in and hits a crossbody on Sister Sandy.  She covers.  Two count.  Scott in the ring.  They set up for the Death Spiral Drop.  Sister Sandy starts kicking up a storm.  Sister Mary takes a chair from Sister Susan and runs in.  *CLANG*  Suave: “HOLY CRAP!  SHE NEVER SAW THAT COMING.”  Sister Mary tags in.  Suave: “DOUBLE STOMP ON CASEY! ONE, TWO, THRE-NO!  ANGEL SCOTT DIVES IN A THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO MAKE THE SAVE.”  Sister Mary and Sister Sandy set Scott up for the Doomsday Bulldog.  Casey runs to the ropes and climbs up top.  She hits a missile dropkick right into Sister Sandy’s knee! Suave: “HOLY CRAP!  That was a missile dropkick to the knee. Angel Casey has Sister Sandy stunned.  She hooks the leg…and turns her over…TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!  SHE’S GOT IT IN GOOD, TOO!”  Sister Sandy taps out to the Texas Cloverleaf at 17:24.

Charlene Ann: “The WINNERS and STILL MVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, ANGELS…OF…DEATH!”

Suave: “Two matches down.  Five to go.

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Hollywood A-Lister Stone Chism Promo
Chism, flanked by the Skanky Rich Bimbos Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie, once again proclaims that PCW Champion O’Beck Bahama is ‘ordinary’ while he, Chism, is a star. 

“What PCW needs is an actual star on top.  Someone that ordinary joe’s can look up to.  Something that ordinary wrestlers can aspire to be like.  Maybe someone like…me.”

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MATCH #3
DWF CONTENDER’S MATCH
Owen Manton
VS.
Pierce
VS.
Jak Nemesis

Suave: “We’re just about ready for the match to begin.  But, there’s something wrong with Manton.”  Manton seems unfocused…as if he doesn’t want to be there.  The bell rings and Pierce and Nemesis lock up.  Manton turns around and starts back to the locker room.  Suave: “The match just began but Owen Manton is leaving!  He has not been right ever since the Myles Jake incident.  And you can’t blame him if he’s been affected that much by Jake’s death and the subsequent criminal investigation that eventually cleared Manton of any guilt.  The loss to Polowy and Nemesis at Glory.  The losses since then.   You know, Owen Manton needs to get away and get his head back together.  The referee just counted him out of the match so Manton is eliminated…”

…Suave: “Nemesis with a shot to the groin and that seems to have taken some of the starch out of Pierce.  He’s got him set…Jakplex!”  Nemesis hits a jawbreaker on Pierce and he’s about ready to go.  Suave: “Nemesis setting up for his finisher…Euthanasia!  Got it!  The referee counts it …1 …2 …3.  That’s it!  Jak Nemesis comes out on top of Pierce and Owen Manton here WWR Completely Deranged. 

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Travis Williams Promo
“Once everything is gone…You realize what you had to lose exactly! It’s not the theory of not fighting for it hard enough. It’s not the idea of not realizing how valuable it was. Nowhere close to that. It’s about having something ripped from your body that you needed to live. You could have taken a lung or a kidney, and I would not be in this much pain. You never realize how important it is to have two of them until you have just one or none at all!”

The broken man stands alone on his balcony. A tear slowly rolling down his cheekbone. His eyes are glassy and bloodshot. From a night of crying, smoking, and hard drinking. The confident that use to shine from the worldly known superstar has gone into hiding. All that stands before us…Is the shell of a man who is down and out!

“You come into my personal life to inflict pain. You did not happen to stumble in, and make the mistake of causing this pain. You made the decision to come into the scene and cause havoc. I did not take this from the ring to the living room. However, when you hear the knock on your door…You had better believe its going to be an extremely pissed off Travis Williams, looking to extract some amount of revenge. Live with that fear! I’m not running my mouth to have something to do. I wrestle and smoke, I think I may need to reserve my breath in the long run!”

He shakes his head, and attempts to hide the other tears that are coming on. Turning his head. He looks out across the breezy nighttime New York City skyline. Slowly taking in deep breaths and exhaling them with the greatest ease. You can hear him mumble, ‘1…2…3? as he lets go of the carbon monoxide from his lungs.

“I guess the words before were not strong enough…I GUESS MY HATRED WAS NOT SHOWN ENOUGH! I am really having a hard time understanding it. I can’t quite put the pieces of this puzzle together. The picture is not matching up the way it should. I’m not the worst guy you could piss off. I’m not exactly the guy that would give your local senior citizen a heart attack if we came face to face. However, I am not sweet puppy that you can slap on the nose and expect me not to bite. I don’t care if your hand is the one that feeds or just the one that beats. When that tiger was pushed to his limited…The beautiful creature became what most sees him as. A BEAST! Everything and everyone has the ability to be the softhearted beloved thing you care the most about. They also have the ability to be the deadliest thing to ever grace the planet Earth! When you push someone over that edge…Expect to fall with them! You fucked me first. Now bend over…YOU’RE ABOUT TO BECOME MY PERSONAL BITCH!”

He grabs the golden brown bottle of scotch from the glass table on his balcony, and scans it with his eyes before opening the bottle. He places it to his lips and pauses.

“With this bottle…I turn my back on everything I have become. With one more drink…There is no return. The man I have kept hiding deep within for all these years is going to become the man before you all. I’ve made men suffer for smaller crimes. I have tormented men for pleasure and smeared their blood for amusement only. Three men stepped into my world and took from me something they could never replace. You are the reason a father cries tonight. I would say you had balls, but truth is…You all lack the knowledge needed to understand how drastic measures I will go through in order to make my mark noticeable again.

Two of three…You are forced to play in hell with the devil himself. LOOK INTO MY EYES! I am not cracking jokes! I am fucking serious! I will make your lives miserable, and your families miss you. Do you really want that? When you opted to side with some suit and tie who knew no better. You placed yourself in the hairlines of my scope. I could watch you look around stupid all day. It’s so relaxing. However, pulling that trigger is my ultimate goal. Don’t attempt to pin point my location. I can take you down from five-hundred yards away…HEADSHOT!”

Travis turns the bottle up…His throat showing the soothing motion of the liquid courage being deposited into his liver. After a few seconds, he turns the bottle back to it’s normal position. With a disturbed look on his face, he wipes his lips with his arm. Shaking his head and keeping his mouth open, he sucks in a shit load of fresh air. Attempting to put out the fire from his liquid courage.

“Completely Deranged…I will not be held responsible for the actions I will seek in pleasure. I kept him down. I made sure he would never show again. However. I never banked on someone being dumb enough to drag the sleeping bastard out of bed. I never saw someone waking him UP!

You may escape this event with your life. You may escape the next year with it…I’m not like you. I’m mentally ill, and I am not afraid to admit that! While you tell me when and what you are going to do, I am going to make you keep guessing. I like playing the mental game. My mind works in wonderful ways…I know how to drive a man crazy and never lay a finger on him. I’ve made men cry at the sight of their own shadows. I’ve made men become what they feared the most. I’ve also made men bow at my presence. Why? That is who I truly am. I am reality…I am your nightmare when you are not even asleep!”

Travis downs another swallow from his bottle of scotch, before tossing the bottle over his balcony. As the glass shatters echoes up to the top floor of the building…Travis has made his exit unnoticed!

T-Money Promo
[Scene opens; T-Money is walking through a parking garage. The garage is half full, or half empty in some people case, well lit up on both sides sit security guard shacks. T-Money continues walking as he reaches in his pockets and pulls out his keys. He hits the unlock button and the lights flash on his vehicle. T-Money approaches the black Chevy Camaro and opens up the driver side door. He slams the door and starts the engine, he rips on the gas a couple of times, slams in reverse, and heads towards the exit.

Scene switches; Inside his car, "Stay Wide Awake" by Eminem, blares over the radio. He drives under a few signs to say entering E Wooster St., he arrives at the exit and hurries out in front of a couple of vehicles, as the driver's horn in disapprovement. T-Money keeps driving, jamming out to his music. The music suddenly stops and a phone ringing is heard. T-Money pushes a couple of buttons and you can hear someone on through the speakers.]

Voice – “Money you there? Money?”

T-Money – “Yeah? Can you hear me?”

Voice – “Now I can! What’s going on dude? Long time since I’ve talked to you.”

[T-Money looks in the driver side mirror and switches lanes. He hurries past cars and then swaps back into his lane.]

T-Money – “Nothing much…who is this again?”

Voice – “Are you serious? Dude, you don’t recongize my voice?”

T-Money – “Trevor? What the hell dude? How have you been?”

Trevor – “Good, bro! Just been kicking it, you know hanging out. How about yourself?”

T-Money – “Hell! Just got back into that wrestling thing I’ve always done, took a few years off but you know how that goes.”

Trevor – “Tell me about it. Remember when we used to wrestle together as “The Riot?” Man those were the days, huh?”

[T-Money smiles and laughes as he suddenly presses his brakes and comes to a skreeching stop.]

T-Money – “You remember that time you went to jump off the ladder right before you leaped the ladder broke and you fell into the front row?” Money chuckles, “sure was so fun times! So how you been doing? Better yet, what the f**k you been up too?”

Trevor – “Nothing much man, I actually just graduated college about three months ago.”

T-Money – “What? I didn’t even know you decided to go back. Congradulations! What’d you go for?”

Trevor – “I was going to be a football coach, but then decided to switch it up to personal trainer. So now I work with different people and personally train them.” Trevor laughs as T-Money does the same. “So where you living now?”

T-Money – “Still in Louisiana. Well now we are touring so I’m in and out of hotel rooms, but no big deal. I just bought a house about three months ago and just have got settled in. We actually did a show in Houma a month or so ago and it was the first time that I was able to sleep at the house. So you finally went through with the personal trainer deal, that’s awesome. I just lost my trainer.”

Trevor – “Really? You looking for someone to help you out?”

[T-Money pauses for a minute as he swerves in and out of traffic.]

T-Money – “Possiblly. It would all depend on if they are willing to travel with me and abide by my rigorous schedule. You know how it is on the road, but now image it ten times more chaotic.”

Trevor – “I can about imagine.”

T-Money – “How’d you get my car phone number?”

Trevor – “You know me, bro. I have my ways.” Trevor laughs, “you don’t remember calling me a few of months back and telling me you bought that new car? Well you left a message telling me your new cell phone number, pager number, and car phone number.”

[T-Money tries to think, but can't recall anything. Must have been when he was in his drug stage, right before he got clean and back into the ring.]

Trevor – “You sounded pretty messed up.”

T-Money – “I must have been, because I don’t remember calling you at all.” He laughs and quickly gets back to conversation. “So where you been hiding out all this time?”

Trevor – “Still moving around from place to place, trying to finally get my feet underneath me. It’s hard though man, things just don’t always go as planned.”

T-Money – “Tell me about it!”

Trevor – “When did you sign on with Dream, bro? I’ve always watched Dream, even back when Doozer and Mike Extreme would go at it, some of the best matches you’ve ever seen!”

[T-Money pauses for a second as Trevor mentions Doozer. Just hearing his name makes T-Money's hair stand on end. Sure he was good in the old DWF, but time's have changed and his time has come to pass.]

T-Money – “Been a couple of months, I guess. I really couldn’t tell you exactly, ever since I signed on I have been on the road. Shit bro, I forgot to tell you. I got the main event at the last pick pay per view event.”

Trevor – “Your kidding? Never would have I thought little ol’ Tyler Johnson would be headlining a pay per view! I actually watch it dude! One hell of a match too. That was the only match that I saw of yours till last night when I watch y’all new show, Insomnia.”

T-Money – “What’d you think about it?”

Trevor – “F**king awesome, bro! I usually would miss Slaughter because I would train a client Sunday night, but then they moved it to Monday, which I was so siked about, then added a new show. I forgot it was on last night and I was thumbing through the channels when I seen it. I put it on and I was like what the f**k, that’s Tyler! I kept watching and I watched you whipped that poor Brews fella and was like I got to call him.”

[T-Money continues to race through traffic, the other cars look as if they are sitting still.]

T-Money – “He is a little punk. I seen quite a few people pass on him in the past weeks!”

Trevor – “I was just looking on the Dream website and it was saying you are in Ohio this week fighting the WWR event?”

T-Money – “Yes sir! Another walk in the park! The best thing is that I have already faced all two of the three guys and one of them is just a show off.”

Trevor – “So you think you got ‘em?”

[T-Money almost doesn't even answer the question. Of course he has got them! Remember what the old man said he repeats to himself. He knows his has to push forward and taking this fued with Doozer and this step for his career will do nothing but bring bigger rewards.]

T-Money – “Hell yeah I got ‘em! You said yourself you saw what I did to poor ol’ Brews. He, Brews, is about a fraction more worthy than Travis Williams. Now Doozer, well he is plain f**king retarded! A grown ass man that has the thoughts of a seven year old child!”

Trevor – “Man, Doozer used to rule Dream! His most memorable fued was with The Big Shot, no one could forgot that, classic!”

T-Money – “Well I’m after Doozer’s sissy ass! I ain’t got nuttin for him. I’m telling you it’s going to be me and him the last two and I’m coming out swinging, I just hope he’s ready.”

Trevor – “Man, that show is going to be a classic.”

T-Money – “Classic won’t even describe it. Whenever this show ends the whole wrestling community will know my name. All I ever hear about is this washed up old timer’s and this low card jobbers who get main event status, plum f**kin ridiculous!”

Trevor – “Politics my brother, politics. Always will have a role in everything we do, no matter how good or had bad, always politics.”

T-Money – “You know it! Just like this Level-One character. He has been the champ for oh some time now, right. Well everyone trips about him like he is just the greatest ever, but he ain’t! I know people that would destroy him, hell I f**kin had him before I tried to take it too far.”

Trevor – “You have to admit though, no one has brought him down yet so, something has to be going right.”

T-Money – “I tell you what it is. It’s management always booking him against the underachievers, who aren’t worth the soul of my shoe. I have watched this so called champion, fight against the weakest of the weak and of course he is going to win.”

Trevor – “Well Doozer sure couldn’t beat him either and Doozer is a beast man, I know you don’t like him, but man if you only knew how awesome he was in his prime.”

T-Money – “Doozer lost because I was there to make sure he lost. Even if I would have thought that he was going to get close to winning I would have stomped him out, but instead all I had to do is just let him see my face and that was enough. It drove the old bastard straight into a defeat. As far as those other two go, there isn’t a strand of hair on my body that couldn’t win against them.”

Trevor – “You haven’t changed a bit, huh? Always full of confidence. That’s what I like about you, always on top of your game!”

T-Money – “Gotta be man. These crazy ass people will drive someone to suicide if you don’t have your mind right.”

Trevor – “Well look bro, I’m going to have to be going, go to start getting ready for my clients tomorrow. Good luck though bro, I wish I was there to get it out!”

T-Money – “Thanks man. I was just born lucky bro, no need for it now!”