Coming In From the Road

[Jim "The Amp" Johnson and WarHead are sitting ringside at the announce table.]

Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Fans, we are going to go to Jay Phillips who is standing outside. He is about to meet with new NRWL star, JT Crusher, as he arrives at the arena.

WarHead: AAAALLLL RRIGGGGHHTT!! We've been hearing about this ET Cushion guy for a while. Can't wait to meet him!

[The scene changes to Jay Phillips standing in the parking lot outside of the arena.]

Jay Phillips: Hey, thanks guys. I have been told that JT Crusher is just about to pull into the arena and I'm here to greet him. I --- oh wait, here he is now!

WarHead: Here he go...

[A beautiful Harley Davidson motorcycle pulls into the parking lot and parks at a spot close to the arena. A huge, long haired, leather jacket-wearing man steps off of the bike. He walks up to Jay Phillips. He takes off his sunglasses and gives Jay a stern look. Jay is obviously terrified of the road warrior who stands before him.]

JT Crusher: [In a low, cold voice.] Are you Jay Phillips?

JP: I ... yes I am.

[JT stares at Jay for a moment longer and then suddenly brightens up, grabs Jay's hand and vigorously shakes it up and down. He begins to laugh and slaps Jay on the back, nearly knocking the announcer over.]

JTC: Well it's nice to meet ya, pal! I'm JT Crusher. I've been traveling the roads for a long time and I'm finally ready to settle down, right here, in the NRWL. Thanks for the warm welcome. I can't wait to get into that arena and meet all of the fans.

Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Huh. Well, that was a little unexpected. Seems like a nice guy.

WarHead: Yeah... Might not be a good thing, though. The NRWL is a tough place and you don't come here to make friends.

[JT is about to walk inside the door with Jay until a gold painted Hummer drives toward them. The driver pulls the huge vehicle into the parking spot next to JT's motorcycle. As he pulls in, the front bumper hits the bike, knocking it over. Instead of stopping, the driver continues to pull into the spot, running the bike over and destroying handlebars and the chrome finish. The bike is ruined. The Hummer's engine shuts off. Slam Jackson steps out with his hand over his mouth. He looks horrified.]

Slam Jackson: Ohhhhhhhhhh mmmyyyyyyy goodddddddddddd.

[JT walks over to the bike and brushes his hand tenderly over the corpse of the machine. He stands up and looks at Slam Jackson with a cold stare.]

SJ: Oh, I am sooo sorry. Is this your bike?

JTC: Yeah. I only own the duffell bag with my clothes and this bike. It's all I have and you just ruined it.

SJ: Oh man. Oh... I am so sorry. I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. I promise.

JTC: Oh, you'll make it up to me. In the ring.

[JT walks into the arena. Slam stands there scratching his head and staring at the wrecked bike. Jay is standing off to the side with a dumbfounded look.]

Jim "The Amp" Johnson: This did not go well.

[WarHead snickers, stops himself.]

WarHead: Well, on the bright side, we're getting a match out of the deal. Win for the rest of us?

The Journey of Slam Jackson - Part II

*A video begins to play on the video screen in the NRWL Arena. Fans anxious watch to see what is.*

Narrator: This is the Journey of Slam Jackson. The NRWL has been following Slam since ---

*The video goes black. Suddenly, Living Color's "What's Your Favorite Color?" begins to play through the arena. The fans explode into cheers as Slam Jackson steps out to the stage and down the entrance ramp toward the ring. He slaps hands with fans on the way down. Slam slides in the ring, grabs a microphone from someone at ringside and walks to the middle of the ring.*

Slam Jackson: It has been too long. I've been gone too long and I've really missed the energy I feel every time I step into the NRWL ring. It is good to be back!

*The crowd begin cheering loudly.*

SJ: It seems that the NRWL has been a little slow at getting these "Journey of Slam Jackson" videos out to you so I thought I'd just come out and tell you that the journey is over. Slam Jackson is back!

*The crowd once again cheers. Slam looks around and smiles and then runs to the ropes, bounces off them and runs around the ring with the microphone in the air to collect the sounds from the crowd.*

SJ: This is the scariest part. I left because I let down the Slamnation. I left to refocus, to find myself, and come back better than ever so that I never, ever let them down again. So, that being said, are you still with me? SLAMNATION!!! Let me hear you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*The crowd erupts into cheers. The noise is deafening. The arena seems to be shaking from the noise. Slam stands in the middle of the ring and listens to the applause. He waits until the noise finally dies down.*

SJ: That feels good. Slamnation, I traveled far and wide to get prepared to return to the NRWL. I trained with Mike Blood, then I went down to Oklahoma to train with the legendary Bomb Squad. While I was with them, we managed to trash a bar during a massive brawl. They had to shut that place down because the damage was so bad. I have a scar on my chest to prove it! Then I traveled to Japan and spend time training with Akira Kusanagi, a former NRWL star who runs a fantastic promotion over there. I learned so much for all of these men and I promise not to let them or the Slamnation down. I am back. I am better than ever before. I will --

*"Dazzle Vision" by PV begins to play and Katsutoshi and Leiko walk out to the entrance ramp. Katsutoshi has a microphone in hand.*

Katsutoshi: Oh please. How sad is this? The man who partied and drank away the NRWL Championship leaves with his tail between his legs, comes back after trying to... how did you put it? Find yourself? ... and has some grand vision of being relevant again. First of all, Mike Blood's school has trained his son, Mark, a dullard who doesn't fit into the NRWL at all, Tom Shire, a guy who never was able to get a spot on the NRWL roster, and Storm Harrison, a cripple who doesn't even wrestle anymore, just to name a few. There's not much success coming out of that school. Then you went drinking with the Bomb Squad. Hmm.. sure doesn't sound like you learned anything new there. Then you go to Japan? Japan? If you wanted an education by a great Japanese wrestler, you didn't need to go very far. I can school you right here!

*The crowd boos. Slam looks around at the fans and laughs.*

SJ: It doesn't sound like these fans seem to like you. I've been watching and it's been really hard for me to not turn of the television whenever you start talking. Obviously we haven't been formally introduced. I'm Slam Jackson. I am the leader of the Slamnation and I am more than happy to shut you up if it will make them happy. Slamnation, do you want me to shut this guy up?

*The crowd begins cheering.*

SJ: I guess we have our answer.

K: It's a shame, really. Once I win our match, all that hard work of yours will be for nothing. It will be a pleasure sending you packing. Maybe this time, you'll go in shame forever.

SJ: I'm not going anywhere, ever again. Sorry to disappoint. Get ready to feel the power of the SLAM!!!! NATION!!!!!

*Slam's music begins playing again. The crowd bursts into cheers again. Katsutoshi smirks and shakes his head. He motions to Leiko to follow him and they walk backstage. Slam climbs out of the ring and greets fans at ringside.*

The Journey of Slam Jackson - Part I

The NRWL has been following Slam Jackson while he is on leave from the company. Jackson left the NRWL before the start of the fifth season because he felt he had let down the Slam Nation, his loyal fans. This series, "The Journey of Slam Jackson", documents one man on his path to return to the NRWL and make an impact like never before.

*Slam Jackson is in a wrestling ring inside of a small gym. The ceiling isn't very high, there is no padding outside the ring, and the other wrestlers are standing outside. Slam looks tired. He is sweating profusely and breathing heavy. Leaning against a corner turnbuckle, he looks ready to take a break.*

Slam Jackson: That was eight guys. Are we done?

*A man on the outside, clearly the trainer of this wrestling school, climbs into the ring. He is wearing a T-Shirt, sweatpants, and a baseball cap. He shakes his head, takes his cap off his head and runs his hand through his hair. He puts the cap back on and walks up to Slam Jackson. The man is wrestling legend and NRWL Hall of Famer, Mike Blood.*

Mike Blood: If you have to ask that question, then it's obvious we still have a lot of work to do. No. We're not done.

SJ: I've been running the drills everyday. I've gone through all the wrestling holds. I've fought off everyone you threw at me. What is it you want from me?

MB: Slam, when I agreed to take you on as a student, I knew I didn't need to teach you the basics. I knew I didn't need to teach you the advanced holds, submissions, or anything else like that. I knew from the first time I saw you in the NRWL that you had all those tools. What you didn't have, and you still don't have, is the attitude. You can have your fun but not at the expense of the hard work. That's why Johnny walked away with your championship. Quite easily, I might add. We aren't done. Tom, get in the ring and show Slam what a hungry wrestler is like in the ring.

*Tom Shire, long time student of Mike Blood and a former NRWL Minor League wrestler, steps into the ring. Both men grapple. Slam tries to fight him off but Shire gets the upper hand and pins Slam after a few minutes.*

Tom Shire: I never take this lightly, Jackson. I was so close to making it to the NRWL main roster. SO CLOSE! I'm not there yet and you know what? I haven't given up. I'm going to be there. I am going to earn my spot. At the rate you are going, you'll never see those bright lights again.

*Slam, sitting on the mat with his head in his hands pants heavily. He slams a fist down on the mat. Mike Blood and Tom Shire walk out of the ring.*

It was a tough day for Slam Jackson but he kept coming back. One month later, Slam Jackson found himself face to face with Tom Shire once again. It was a hard fought battle and everyone in the gym was on their feet, anxious to see who would win.

*Slam Jackson irish whips Tom Shire into the ropes and delivers a hard clothesline. Slam immediately capitalizes with an STF. Shire, in desperate need to escape, manages to reach the ropes. Slam breaks the hold. As Shire begins to stand up, Slam drops him with the Street Sweeper. Slam goes for the pin and Mike Blood, acting as referee, counts to three.*

Later that day after everyone has cleaned up the gym, packed their bags, and began to leave, Mike Blood pulled Slam Jackson aside and took him to his office.

MB: Slam, I have to say, I am very impressed with you over the last few weeks. I've been pretty hard on you and there was a time when I thought you wouldn't come back. I am sorry for doubting you but I'm happy that you stuck with it. I think you've come a long, long way.

SJ: Thank you, Mike. I was serious about this from the start. I want to get back to the NRWL and I want the NRWL Championship again. Working with you was the right thing to do. I'm glad I am here.

MB: I'm happy to hear that and I hope you got what you were expecting from my school. For now, I think we've come to the end. My door is always open to you and you are welcome to train with my group anytime you'd like. You have business elsewhere now. I know you haven't been watching but the NRWL has moved quickly in your absence. It has become a rougher, meaner environment. You need to be prepared.

SJ: What should I do?

MB: There are friends of mine down south that you should spend some time with. I think if you hang out with them for a little while, you'll thicken your skin enough to take those extreme matches that await you.

SJ: Ok. Where do I find these guys?

*Mike hands Slam a piece of paper.*

MB: Call this number and ask for Terry or Bobby. Tell them I sent you.

A Nation Rejects Its Leader

*Jay Phillips is with Slam Jackson backstage for an interview.*

Jay Phillips: I'm backstage with Slam Jackson, the former NRWL Champion. Slam, last time we saw you, you had lost the title to Johnny Young. That was the final night of the NRWL's highly successful fourth season. Now, several months later, the fifth season is about to begin and anticipation is high. What are your plans for this season?

Slam Jackson: Well, as always, that all depends on the Slamnation. Slamnation! Let me hear you!!!

*The lack of response is so quiet that it actually sounds like someone hit the mute button on the entire planet. Slam looks down at the floor and sighs.*

SJ: See, Jay. It's been like that. Ever since that night where I lost the title to Johnny Young. No matter where I go, the Slamnation is no longer there. I went to the grocery store just the other day and everyone walked out. Everyone. Even the employees! I got the message. I let the Slamnation down. I was the champion. The NRWL Champion. It's a title of prestige and I didn't act like a champion at all. I didn't take it seriously. All I did was celebrate and party. Because of that, I lost the title. I am truly disgusted with myself. Jay, I'm goin' away for a while. I need to get my focus back. I need to be the leader that the Slamnation needs. I promise, when I come back, I will recapture the NRWL Championship and I will be one of the greatest champions the NRWL has ever seen. I gotta go now. Take care, Jay.

*Slam Jackson picks up his bag and walks out of the backstage area. The camera follows him as he opens a door and walks out.*

JP: Uh.. There you have it fans. Slam Jackson... is... gone from the NRWL. Unbelievable. We'll keep you posted on this situation as it develops.

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A Special Update From NRWL

As always, we strive to do our best to keep fans informed about the landscape of New Revolution Wrestling League. As announced by Slam Jackson, he is currently off the NRWL Season Five roster. We value Slam Jackson's contribution to the company and his talent was a large part of the success of Season Four. NRWL has granted Slam Jackson a temporary suspension on his contract. He will be free to pursue other work but will be required to fulfill the rest of his contract in the future.

NRWL has reserved the right to publish details and updates about Slam Jackson's activities during his time away from us. You can look forward to updates right here on the NRWL website.

View From The Top

*Jay Phillips is backstage at a dressing room door that is painted gold. He knocks and the door suddenly opens quickly and Slam Jackson is standing there with a large smile on his face.

Slam Jackson: Jason!!!!! So good to see you! What a surprise! What brings you by my dressing room?

Jay Phillips: Umm... We had a scheduled interview. Don't you remember?

*Slam stands and thinks for a moment and then nods his head.*


SJ: Yes, that's right. I completely forgot. It's been a whirlwind couple of weeks, Jason. Where do I begin? How about... Mark Blood. You know, here's a guy who I thought was a real stand up guy. He was intense and maybe a little too serious for my tastes, but hey, his heart was in the right place. I liked him. But then, he hit me with a bottle of bubbly! That, my interviewing friend, is alcohol abuse. More importantly, that's a shot at the entire Slamnation and they won't stand for it! Am I right?! Let me hear you!!!

*A deafening roar of cheers is heard in the dressing room behind the golden door. Jay tries to peek behind Slam.*


JP: Is... How? How many people do you have in there?

SJ: Jason, the Slamnation is millions strong and they've always got my back. But for now, we need to let Mark Blood go because there's something more important to deal with. My title defense tonight against Johnny Young! Now Johnny's been around a while and in a time long ago, he held a predecessor to the belt I now possess. It sounds like he's looking to recapture that magic. I'd love to help him, I really would  but now isn't the time. If he took his shot with a different champion, maybe he'd have a chance. He can't beat Slam Jackson, though. For the first time in NRWL, and in all of wrestling history, the championship is held by millions of people! One man can't stop the Slamnation!!!

*The deafening roar picks up again.*


SJ: Yeah!!! Now how can you beat that, Johnny Young?!? I'll see you in the ring tonight!

*Slam turns out and runs back into the dressing room. As the door is closing, you can hear cheering and Slam yelling to someone.*


SJ: Let's start the Jello wrestling!!!

*Jay stands there looking at the door.*


JP: Jello wrestling? How do I get invited to these parties?

The New Champion Celebrates

*Slam Jackson is backstage with Jay Phillips. He stands proud with the NRWL Championship around his waist.*

Jay Phillips: Slam Jackson! The NEW NRWL Champion. This must be an incredible feeling. How do you feel about becoming the top man in the company?

Slam Jackson: How do I feel? Me? I feel great! But more importantly, how does the Slamnation feel about becoming the NRWL Champions? Let me hear you!!!

*People from down the hall start cheering wildly, some random backstage employee steps into the camera eye and starts cheering, giving a fist pump in the air. Video cuts to various crowds of people from celebrations around the world, including the celebration of the Berlin Wall falling, New Years at Times Square, President Obama's Presidential victory speech from the 2008 election, and NRWL audiences.*

SJ: Simply incredible, isn't it Jason? All those people celebrating this incredible achievement.

JP: Yes. Yes, it is. Although, I'm pretty sure most of that footage was completely unrelated to your victory, or the NRWL in general. Regardless, the fans are very excited to celebrate your victory. Just prior to your match with Rex Anarchy, he threatened to take the NRWL Championship hostage, effectively removing it from the NRWL completely. So much history was at stake. So many legacies are defined by that belt you are wearing right now. Despite that amount of pressure to get the job done, you succeeded. What are your thoughts of the match itself and your opponent Rex Anarchy.

SJ: Jason, let's be clear. It's not my victory. The Slamnation won this belt! Let me hear you again!

*People begin cheering again from backstage. Streamers and confetti start falling from the ceiling. Jay looks up, confused. He mouths silently, 'When did that get set up,' and looks back at Slam.*

SJ: To answer your question, yes, the stakes were high, the pressure was on. Slam Jackson needed to be the victor or all was lost. Despite that, I knew that it was Rex Anarchy against an entire army. With the Slamnation behind me, I knew I had all the support I needed to get the job done. Rex Anarchy is a tough dude but in the end I beat him and saved the title from, what, the dumpster? Who knows! Now, about Rex... I'm not sure we'll be seeing him again any time soon. The NRWL can't be too happy about his antics. If he does come back though, he's welcome to try again. The Slamnation will stop you in your tracks! Isn't that right?!?

*Once again, people start cheering. Suddenly, Mark Blood steps into the interview with a smile on his face, a bottle of champaign and a Slam Jackson T-Shirt on.*

JP: Fans, it's Mark Blood! Mark, what are you doing here?

Mark Blood: Isn't it obvious, Jay? Slam Jackson is the new NRWL Champion. What a great moment in history this is. With all this celebrating, how could I not join my friend in the excitement. Congratulations, Slam. You are the new face of the NRWL.

SJ: Well thank you, Mark. You know, we go back a little ways, you and I kicked this whole season off with the first match in the tournament. It means a lot. Come here, brother.

*Both men embrace in a hug. Mark pats Slam on the back and they pull away.

MB: Well, lets really christen this championship victory. I have a bottle of bubbly here. I'd say it's time to crack it open and let the real celebrating begin!

SJ: You know I'm always good for a little partying! Let's do it.

*Mark Blood smiles and shakes his head, laughing to himself. As he goes to pull the cork, he suddenly flips the bottle in his hand and smashes it across Slam's head. Slam tumbles to the floor, bleeding. Mark starts kicking Slam viciously.

JP: Oh my god! Mark Blood! What has gotten into you?! Stop it!

*Mark Blood takes off his Slam T-Shirt and throws it on Slam. He turns to Jay, grabs the microphone from his hand, and shoves him off screen.*

MB: So here's the thing. We have a champion who is just a goofball throwing parties everywhere he goes. He doesn't present himself much like an athlete. For whatever reason, the fans eat this crap up. The NRWL is full of clowns like this guy. You've got guys who dress like they come off the street just looking for some money to buy a sandwich or a bottle of liquor. It's not just lately. It's been that way for years and the fans go on cheering for it because they don't know any better. Well, fans, it's time you get educated! I'll show you who you need to pay attention to. It's time to respect the guys with talent in the ring and not put up with these pre-packaged morons who get shoved in your face because their 'gimmicks' make them seem cool. You know why wrestling isn't 'cool' anymore? Why you people out there are too ashamed to wear the t-shirts in public? Why the sport isn't talked about in pop culture like it used to be? Because it's become a joke. People watch MMA now because the in-ring action is actually interesting! Cheering for a guy who can't pull off a suplex but can talk your ear off in the ring just doesn't make much sense. It worked years ago but it doesn't work now. I am going to change all that and make sure Slam Jackson is the last of the 'gimmick champions'. You will thank me when I'm done cleaning up this place.

*Mark Blood tosses the microphone off camera and looks down at Slam again. He nudges Slam's body with his foot and shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face and then walks off camera. Slam Jackson, NRWL Champion, is left unconscious on floor.

The Golden Age of Slamnation

*Jay Phillips is standing outside of Slam Jackson's dressing room door.*

Jay Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just twenty four hours away from the big match between NRWL Champion Rex Anarchy and the man who is challenging him for that title, Slam Jackson. Rex had some very strong words about the NRWL and the fate of the championship that he currently holds. If Slam loses this match, Rex Anarchy has vowed to take the championship hostage and refuse to defend it, leaving the NRWL without a championship title, killing it's long history. The pressure is on for Slam Jackson. Can he step up and save the title? Let's find out.

*Jay is about to knock on the door when it opens suddenly. Slam Jackson is standing at the door, looking very serious.*

JP: I was just about to knock!

Slam Jackson: Jay, life is too short for knocking. There are important matters to discuss!

JP: Yes, in fact, I'm here to speak with you about your match. There is so much pressure on your shoulders. The NRWL fans are looking for you to come through with a big win. How do you feel? Are you prepared?

SJ: Yes, yes, we'll get to that, but there are other matters to discuss!

JP: Ok.........

SJ: Jacob, I - I can call you Jacob, right?

JP: Well, it's Jason, actually.

SJ: Oh. Well Jason, we need to talk about something bigger than the NRWL championship. We need to talk to about the party that happens after tomorrow's match to celebrate me WINNING THE NRWL CHAMPIONSHIP WHERE'S THE SLAMNATION AT I WANT TO HEAR YOU!!!!!!!!!

*People start cheering from all over. Jay looks around, unable to find anyone.*

JP: What the...? Is that piped in through speakers or something?

SJ: I don't know, Jay. I don't really ever think about it. I'll call for the Slamnation while at home and hear them all throughout the house. The Slamnation is everywhere, Jason. It's an unstoppable force that cannot be stopped and that's why I'm already planning the celebration. You see, that Rex Anarchy is a bad, bad man. He wants to ruin the NRWL legacy and the company with it. But what he doesn't understand is that he isn't fighting me, Slam Jackson, no, he's fighting the whole Slamnation! We won't let him succeed.

JP: So you are confident in your victory tomorrow?

SJ: Jason, I have to be. There can be no room for failure. Rex Anarchy kicked open a bee's nest full of Slamnation and it will mercilessly sting him and send him home crying. This company has gone long enough with a champion who doesn't want to even be the champion. It's time the NRWL gets a champion that is deserves!

JP: I am sure all of your fans, the Slamnation, and NRWL fans everywhere, are behind you. We'll see you tomorrow. Good luck, Slam Jackson!

Backstage Bedlam!

*Jay Phillips is in the interview area backstage*

 Jay: Hi everyone! Jay Phillips here! I'm backstage here with Scotty "The Body" Paris! Scotty....tough loss to Slam Jackson at the last event.

Scotty: "Tough?" "Tough???" More like "unfair!" What was that crap?? Somebody tell that ref to go back to Sesame Street and learn that 2, not 3, comes after 1!!!

Jay: I think I have to agree with you this time, Scotty. Even from my viewpoint, the count seemed rather quick. But, he's human, and like the rest of us, makes a mistake every now and then.

Scotty: Save the diplomatics, Phillips! This was an outrage, and I fully expect to be compensated for this!

Jay: What are you proposing?

Scotty: I want an immediate title shot. That's the only fair thing to do.

Jay: A title shot?!? But--

Scotty: That's right. They owe me—

*suddenly, Ash walks onto the scene*

Scotty: Hey! Get out of my interview! The soup kitchen is in the back of the building, bum!

Ash: Did I hear you wanted a title shot?

Scotty: Oh, it's Ass-sh. It's more that it's owed to me, than my wanting. But yeah!

Ash: I think you already have your shot in that briefcase.

Scotty: What?!? Are you suggesting I use my earned Money In the Bank title shot to right a wrong that was done to me? Why don't you wash your hair because the layer of oil and dirt is stopping air from getting to your brain!

Ash: Here's the thing, Scotty. Champions and championship contenders are usually .....hmm.... how to put it? They're usually people who actually win matches! With the exception of your ladder match victory--which I attribute more to Rex and Apollyon preoccupied with beating each other and losing focus rather than you actually winning in a definitive way--you've just been getting the crap kicked out of you. Some #1 contender material you'd make!

*Suddenly Slam Jackson jumps into the scene*

Scotty:  What is this?  A cardboard box convention?  Now where did this hobo come from???

Slam:  If there’s one man that the Slamnation wants to see holding the Championship strap, it’s this guy right here *Slam points to himself*  AIN’T THAT RIGHT, SLAMNATION?!?

*hollers and cheers are heard off camera, with an especially loud one directly in the camera from the cameraman*

Slam:  *to Scotty, Ash, and Jay* The Slamnation population is growing rapidly, people.  And the good citizens want a trophy they can be proud of!

Scotty:  How about one of those derby’s with a top punched out of it?

Slam:  Scotty, for all the money you have, you can’t seem to buy a win or a break.  So until you get one of those, let the big boys talk about the important matters.  Go dip your toes in your pool, or maybe soak your head in it.

Scotty: I don’t believe this…

Ash:  Heh heh…soak his head.

*Mark Blood now enters the scene with the other 4 men*

Mark:  I hear you guys talking about #1 contender status, and I have this to say.  Ash, you’ve been on quite the streak, so maybe you deserve shot.  Slam, you’ve been making an impact since day one, so maybe you deserve a shot.  Scotty….you haven’t done anything except be loud.  You don’t deserve anything.

Scotty:  Hey!

Mark:  As for me, I had a rocky start.  But you know what?  When just about everyone gave up on me, I dug deep, believed in myself, and turned it all around.  I have heart.  And THAT is a championship quality.  And if anyone knows anything about heart, it’s someone named “Blood!”

*After a few seconds of silence, Ash turns to Slam*

Ash:  He’s got a point.

*Slam pinches his chin with his thumb and index finger, juts out his lower lip, raises his eyebrows, and nods in agreement with Ash*

Scotty:  What the--?  This is insane.  I don’t care anyone pumping Blood.  This interview, this whole segment is about ME and the injustice that I suffered at the last event.  What’s wrong with everyone?!?

*The 4 wrestlers all start bantering with each other.  Jay ducks under to the front of the crowd*

Jay:  Four men all vying for the rank of #1 contender.  How will the NRWL management decide who is worthy of the title shot.  Check back soon as I’m sure an announcement will come within a day or two!  This is Jay Phillips signing off!

Backstage Bedlam!

July 6th 2011

*Jay Phillips is in the interview area backstage*

 

Jay: Hi everyone! Jay Phillips here! I'm backstage here with Scotty "The Body" Paris! Scotty....tough loss to Slam Jackson at the last event.

Scotty: "Tough?" "Tough???" More like "unfair!" What was that crap?? Somebody tell that ref to go back to Sesame Street and learn that 2, not 3, comes after 1!!!

Jay: I think I have to agree with you this time, Scotty. Even from my viewpoint, the count seemed rather quick. But, he's human, and like the rest of us, makes a mistake every now and then.

Scotty: Save the diplomatics, Phillips! This was an outrage, and I fully expect to be compensated for this!

Jay: What are you proposing?

Scotty: I want an immediate title shot. That's the only fair thing to do.

Jay: A title shot?!? But--

 

Scotty: That's right. They owe me—

*Suddenly, Ash walks onto the scene*

Scotty: Hey! Get out of my interview! The soup kitchen is in the back of the building, bum!

Ash: Did I hear you wanted a title shot?

Scotty: Oh, it's Ass-sh. It's more that it's owed to me, than my wanting. But yeah!

Ash: I think you already have your shot in that briefcase.

Scotty: What?!? Are you suggesting I use my earned Money In the Bank title shot to right a wrong that was done to me? Why don't you wash your hair because the layer of oil and dirt is stopping air from getting to your brain!

Ash: Here's the thing, Scotty. Champions and championship contenders are usually .....hmm.... how to put it? They're usually people who actually win matches! With the exception of your ladder match victory--which I attribute more to Rex and Apollyon preoccupied with beating each other and losing focus rather than you actually winning in a definitive way--you've just been getting the crap kicked out of you. Some #1 contender material you'd make!

*Suddenly, Slam Jackson jumps into the scene*

Scotty:  What is this?  A cardboard box convention?  Now where did this hobo come from???

Slam:  If there’s one man that the Slamnation wants to see holding the Championship strap, it’s this guy right here *Slam points to himself*  AIN’T THAT RIGHT, SLAMNATION?!?

*Hollers and cheers are heard off camera, with an especially loud one directly in the camera from the cameraman*

Slam:  *to Scotty, Ash, and Jay* The Slamnation population is growing rapidly, people.  And the good citizens want a trophy they can be proud of!

Scotty:  How about one of those derby’s with a top punched out of it?

Slam:  Scotty, for all the money you have, you can’t seem to buy a win or a break.  So until you get one of those, let the big boys talk about the important matters.  Go dip your toes in your pool, or maybe soak your head in it.

Scotty: I don’t believe this…

Ash:  Heh heh…soak his head.

*Mark Blood now enters the scene with the other 4 men*

Mark:  I hear you guys talking about #1 contender status, and I have this to say.  Ash, you’ve been on quite the streak, so maybe you deserve shot.  Slam, you’ve been making an impact since day one, so maybe you deserve a shot.  Scotty….you haven’t done anything except be loud.  You don’t deserve anything.

Scotty:  Hey!

Mark:  As for me, I had a rocky start.  But you know what?  When just about everyone gave up on me, I dug deep, believed in myself, and turned it all around.  I have heart.  And THAT is a championship quality.  And if anyone knows anything about heart, it’s someone named “Blood!”

*After a few seconds of silence, Ash turns to Slam*

Ash:  He’s got a point.

*Slam pinches his chin with his thumb and index finger, juts out his lower lip, raises his eyebrows, and nods in agreement with Ash*

Scotty:  What the--?  This is insane.  I don’t care anyone pumping Blood.  This interview, this whole segment is about ME and the injustice that I suffered at the last event.  What’s wrong with everyone?!?

*The 4 wrestlers all start bantering with each other.  Jay ducks under to the front of the crowd*

Jay:  Four men all vying for the rank of #1 contender.  How will the NRWL management decide who is worthy of the title shot.  Check back soon as I’m sure an announcement will come within a day or two!  This is Jay Phillips signing off!

 

Macho Madness!

May 21st 2011

*Slam Jackson and Storm Harrison are backstage talking to each other. Jay Phillips walks over to them to get an interview.*

Jay Phillips: Well, what a sight to see! Slam Jackson AND Storm Harrison together. This is the perfect opportunity to discuss the upcoming event with the both of you.

Slam Jackson: J-Dawg, it’s a sad day in the wrestling world. Storm and I were just talking about the death of one of our heroes, “The Macho Man” Randy Savage. If it wasn’t for him, we might not even be here in the NRWL doing what we love. Macho Man, the Slamnation mourns for you. Rest in peace, brother.

Storm Harrison: That’s right. Randy Savage was everything you wanted in a wrestler. He was definitely one of the best.

JP: Yes, truly a huge loss for wrestling. The NRWL mourns the loss of this great icon.

*All three men stand there silently, taking in the gravity of the moment. Finally, Slam Jackson breaks the silence.*

SJ: But Jay! There is trouble and the Slamnation must deal with it! That shiny, spiky haired, meathead Scotty Paris called me a weirdo! I won’t stand for this and neither will the Slamnation! Isn’t that right? Let me hear you!!!

*People start cheering wildly. Jay and Storm look around with confused looks, for they are the only people around Slam that they can see.*

SJ: I promise you this! Scotty Paris better have insurance on that cell phone he’s always talking on because it’s about to be inserted into his backside! It’s time someone teaches him a lesson in manners and I’m the man to ---

*Suddenly, Marty Anderson and Slugger Malone come by and interrupt the scene. Marty immediately grabs the microphone from Jay Phillips, cutting off Slam*

Marty Anderson: Before Slam got all excited here, I couldn’t help but overhear you two talking about Randy Savage. Slugger and I were fans too. Now, Slam and Slugger, you guys have matches already this week but Storm, you’re free. Why don’t you and I get in the ring at the upcoming event in tribute to the Macho Man? We’re no strangers in the ring but I think we can turn it up a notch and make the man proud. What do you say? You in?

*Storm starts nodding his head.*

SH: For the Macho Man. Let’s do this.

MA: Great. Alright, let’s go Slugger. We’ve got to clean up your dressing room. What a mess.

Slugger Malone: I don’t know what kind of paint he used but damn, I’ve been scrubbing it for days. I’m telling you, it’s not coming off.

*The two men discuss further as they walk off. Slam looks at Jay and Storm and then immediately starts talking again as if he was never interrupted.*

SJ: --- do it! I’m sending him back to Miami, Los Angeles, San Diego, or wherever he’s from so he can go cry in his mother’s lap. Where is he from anyway?

*Jay is about to answer but Slam immediately starts talking again*

SJ: I don’t remember either. It doesn’t matter. I’ll take him from coast-to-coast in a Slamnationwide tour!

JP: It sounds like Slam Jackson and his Slamnation are pumped up for his upcoming match with Scotty Paris. Storm Harrison will meet Marty Anderson in the ring now as well. This is building up to be a great show!

*Slam Jackson kneels down and hits play on an old ghetto blaster boom box. “Pomp and Circumstance”, Macho Man Randy Savage’s theme song, starts playing. Slam Jackson points one finger in the air and puts his other hand on his hip, twirls around until he is off camera. Storm Harrison and Jay Phillips shrug at each other and then do the same.*

Ash, And You Shall Receive

May 3rd 2011

*Scene cuts to backstage where Jay is seen interviewing Ash*

Jay:  I’m here with the man who defeated Abbadon at the last show, Ash!

Ash:  What did I tell you Jay?  Abbadon and I stole the show!  Our match was epic!  But I knew the whole time I’d win because there was nobody out there that didn’t believe in me!  Ha ha ha!  Ooooh!  It hurts to laugh!

Jay:  Because your ribs got bruised when Abbadon chokeslammed you onto the steel steps?

Ash:  That might be part of the reason, but probably not.  Anyway, I called you here to drop some deneuralizing news for you and for the amazing fans!  I’m going to be in a match at the next show!

Jay:  …..that’s….not really all that ground-breaking.  I kinda expected you to—

Ash:  A tag match!

Jay:  O…….k…..   You already were in one so that’s really not surpr—

Ash:  Calling out Marty Anderson and Slugger Malone!

Jay:  Who beat you, so it’s understandable you would want a remat—

Ash:  With the entire Slamnation backing me, because my partner is none other than…. Slam!!!  ….JACKSON!!!!!

Jay:  Slam Jackson!?!

*Ash points over to a blank piece of conspicuously placed drywall.  A pair of pyrotechnic flames burst on both sides of it, and Slam Jackson bursts through the wall.  He “accidentally” loses balance and falls down through the rest of the wall, sending his fedora tumbling.*

Jay:  Ooooh my…..

*Slam crawls over to it in faux-panic and places it back on his hands and stands up.  He stands before Jay and Ash silently for a few seconds and dusts off his hands.  After a while he turns around and reaches back through the hole and pulls out a milkcrate which he walks over and places on the ground nex to Jay.  Slam climbs up on the milkcrate and throws his fists in the air*

Slam:  If you’re a citizen of Slamnation, then make some NOOOOOIIIIISSSE!!!!

*Off camera, all crew members and arena employees in the vicinity began cheering.*

Slam:  That’s right!  The population of Slamnation is growing every day!  And now, it’s going to increase exponentially because it’s joining forces with Ash!  That’s right!  The fans’ two favorite wrestlers will make up one dream team.  We will put on a clinic against Marty and Slugger for Slamnation members old and new!  Yeah!

Ash:  Well Jay, what do you think about that?

Jay:  I think we got ourselves one heck of a tag team match at the next show.

Ash:  Now you’re talking Jay!  With Slam Jackson and his Slamnation at my side, there’s not a doubt in my mind that we’ll take this match!

Slam:  Yeah!

*Slam jumps down off the milkcrate and shakes Ash’s hand.  Slam then turns and busts through the NRWL backdrop behind Ash and Jay, startling Jay and leaving a big hole where backstage equipment can be seen*

Jay:  Well, I guess we should wind this down.  Any closing statements, Ash?

Ash:  Oh heck yeah!  I read in President Sunderland’s e-mail that there’s a sort of Team Tournament coming up soon.

Jay:  How did you read his—

Ash:  I went to see him but he wasn’t there and his computer was unlocked.  I thought I’d just play Solitiare until he got back, but then I thought I’d check to make sure he got that e-card I sent him with the singing Dick Cheney.  It was so funny!  I’ll send it to you too!  What’s your e-mail?

Jay:  No, that’s ok.  But what about this tournament?

Ash:  Yeah, about that.  I want to be a team captain.  I think I not only got what it takes to lead my team to victory, but I’m also the fans’ favorite!  They’d want to see me captain of a team!  Team Ash.  Has a great sound to it!  So, my hat’s thrown into the ring.  Let’s make it happen!

Jay:  A challenge, a team, and a request from Ash.  How will it all pan out?  We will see at the next show.

 

Slamnation!

April 22nd 2011



NRWL reporters were in the right place at the right time recently during an exchange between wrestlers Quasar and Slam Jackson. Slam Jackson met up with Quasar at a restaurant to discuss his upcoming match with Pedro Muchacho. Here is a transcript of a portion of the conversation they had.







Slam Jackson: A piece of wood, you say?




Quasar: A piece of bark, actually. It had animals drawn on it.




SJ: That is messed up, man. What does it mean?




Quasar: Well, it means either Ingoyama wanted me to have a gift to hang on my wall, an invitation to go hunting, or he wanted my attention for a match. I honestly have no idea. Whatever it is, I’m going to meet up with him in the ring. If it’s a match he wants, I’m happy to give him a memorable one!




SJ: You always do. I am planning on one myself with Pedro Muchacho.




Quasar: Right, so, you want to know about Pedro’s strategy in the ring?




Slam Jackson: That’s right, man. Look, you are the only guy around here that has been in the ring with him so far. You know what he is capable of in the ring. I’ve watched the tapes. I know he’s fast. I know he’s got some good moves. What am I looking for?




Quasar: Well, I think you’ve got it. He’s fast but he’s also unpredictable. Just when you think he’s slowing down, he kicks it up another notch and if you aren’t ready, you are out before you have a chance to react. He’s not the biggest guy around, but he’s one of the most dangerous. No doubt about it.




SJ: Sounds like a fun time! I am looking forward to this and so is the rest of the Slamnation!




Quasar: I’m sorry. The what?







At this point in the conversation, Slam Jackson stood up from their table and started talking to the whole restaurant.







SJ: Yeah! Who here is a member of the Slamnation? Let me see where you at!







The entire restaurant exploded with cheers. Quasar looked around in surprise. The feeling in the room was similar to what you can experience in the NRWL Arena. Slam climbed up on the table, put his hands above his head and clapped to get the audience pumped up. After a minute, they started to quiet down so he could speak.




SJ: The Slamnation is worldwide, my celestial friend! These people are the best fans in the whole world! You’ll see what I mean? You know my friend, Quasar? Give it up for the “Superhero from the Stars”! Let me hear you!







The noise in the restaurant was deafening. Slam Jackson had turned a nice, quiet dinner atmosphere into a huge pep rally. There were chants of “Qua-sar! Qua-sar! Qua-sar!” and cheering. Slam pumped his fist in the air as they did it. Quasar stood up and waved to everyone with a surprised look on his face.







SJ: Yeah! That’s right. You know who the good guys are. Are you all ready for Slam Jackson to get in the ring with Pedro Muchacho? Are you ready for a slammin’ party at the NRWL Arena before, during, AND after my match? Yeah?!







The restaurant gave an assuring cheer.







SJ: Then this is what is going to happen. Slam Jackson. Pedro Muchacho. We’re going to rumble in that ring and it is going to be one of the greatest matches you’ll EVER see. Move-for-move, turnbuckle-to-turnbuckle, North-to-South, East-to-West, it’s coming at you full force! Pedro, be ready because we’re hungry! We’re fired up! And I will deliver you to Slamnation! Let me hear you!!!







With that, the challenges from both Ingoyama and Pedro Muchacho have been accepted. Will Quasar be successful against Ingoyama? Will Pedro Muchacho be able to hold his own against Slam Jackson and his “Slamnation”? We’ll find out at the next NRWL Event!