A New Face of the Franchise?

*”Breathe Into Me* by The Red starts playing over the arena speakers and Jacob Washington makes his way down to the ring.  He takes a microphone and looks around for a few seconds before speaking*

Jacob:  Well, for those of you who don’t know who I am, my name is Jacob Washington.  I was signed for the NRWL’s Season 5 because the management of this company knew that it needed a real kick in the ass.  And I’m the man who’s here to do that kind of ass-kicking!  This season we’re seeing some new faces, but we’re also seeing some familiar ones.  It really is a shame the NRWL went and wasted so much money signing a bunch of washed-up has-beens like Marcus, Tommy V, John Fraust, and—hell I’ve even seen WarHead walking around backstage!

*crowd erupts into cheers at the mention of WarHead*

Jacob:  Oh..ok.  Mm hmm.  *sarcastically, mocking the fans, twirling his index finger in the air* Yeah.  WarHead.  Woooo!  Yeah!  Go WarHead!  You’re the hottest item in the NRWL!  I sleep with a cardboard cutout of you!  Yeah!  *returns to seriousness*  See?  That’s what’s wrong with all of you people.  You worship guys who have no business even having their name known by you.  Tell me, what has WarHead done since he left the IRW?  Yeah, I went there!  But really, what has he done?  You can say he won the NRWL Championship in Season 1 as the first champion.  Yup, he won it on a fluky Fatal 4 way match, and proceeded to lost the title almost immediately after and hasn’t done crap since!  Yet you people adore him!

Then last season the NRWL brings in a whole new roster and you put your hearts behind me like Slam Jackson and Ash.  Together, they’ve amounted to a whole lot of nothing.  Slam might’ve won the title, but became invisible immediately after.  And once he lost his title, the fickle *sardonica, faux-stupid voice* “Slamnation” *end sardonicism* abandoned him.  Now look, he’s all depressed and left the company.  I’m sure we’ll find him on a sidewalk somewhere with a “The End Is Near” sign draped over his body, selling pencils form a cup.  And Ash?  When your biggest accomplishment is being the captain of a losing team, I think it’s time to find a new line of work.

It really is sad and pathetic when the best thing that came out of Season 5 was a scrawny little imp named Mikey Armstrong who lucked his way to a couple of surprise upsets.  If that’s the best you’ve got, it’s no wonder management went out to find someone like me, to put some respectability back into this roster.  You people need me, even though you really don’t deserve m----“

Voice:  Quiet.  Shut up.  Stop talking.

*Mikey Armstrong walks out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp*

Mikey:  You know, Jac Dub, you were doing fine right up until the end there.  WarHead, Ash, Slam, sure I’ll grant you their not the greatest people to have to make your roster look good.  Where you lost me and everyone else who has three functioning brain cells is where you said that it was sad and pathetic that I was the best thing to come out of Season 5, while in the same paragraph declaring yourself some kind of godsend.  Do you not see what’s wrong this that??  I am undefeated.  I am amazing.  And I am a juggernaut.  And you…will be looking for a new line of work once everyone sees that you can’t hack it.

Jacob:  Is that what you think?  Alright!  You’re going to be my first stepping stone.  I’m gonna swat you like the annoying mosquito that you are!  I’m a pure athlete, and you’re just a shifty, shady, shaggy little dweeb!  After I’m done with you, the only reason people will call you amazing is that it’s amazing that you’re able to walk after the beating you’re going to get.

Mikey:  Boy, this sounds familiar.  Where have I heard this before?  …..Oh yeah!  From EVERY opponent I ever faced!  Keep dreaming Jacob, but try not to cry too hard when you finally wake up and realize it all was just you playing make-believe!

*Mikey’s music hits and he walks backstage.  Jabob stands in the ring, with a scowl on his face*

A Tape

*Bruno Kowalski and Max Destruction are in a back hallway.  The two are discussing technique as Max demonstrates to Bruno the motion of a new type of headlock he’s been perfecting.  Their session is interrupted by an arena intern*

Intern:  Excuse me, sirs.  But I found this outside leaning up against one of the doors to the arena.

*The intern hands Bruno a cruddy, brown manila envelope.  Written on the front of it in charcoal is “BRUNO AND MAX.”  Bruno opens up the envelope and pulls out a VHS tape.  Bruno and Max look at each other, puzzled.  They look for a VHS player.   After 10 minutes, they finally find one hooked up to an old CRT television.  It put in the VHS tape and press play.  After a few seconds of static, a video starts.  It’s Nick Belhor, standing in a front of shoddy table.  The walls are cracked with peeling paint.  Room is illuminated (barely) by a single florescent light, that buzzing constantly and flickers regularly.  Towering menacingly over Nick’s left and right shoulders, is Apollyon and Abbadon. *

Nick:  To the men who refer to themselves as “The Polish Powerhouse” and “Max Destruction,” this is a warning to you.  At the next event, you will find yourself confronted by the Sons of Darkness.  You foolishly and erroneously proclaim yourselves to be a powerhouse and destruction.  Look behind me and see that, the Sons of Darkness embody those terms, not you two termites.  This Sunday, you will be stepped on and you will then be forgotten.  Enjoy the last few moments of your wrestling careers, gentlemen.

*tape cuts off.  Bruno puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head in angry disagreement while Max folds his arms with a scowl on his face.  The two look at each other, shake forearms, and walk away in the direction of a training room.*

The Return Of John Fraust

*The fans in the NRWL Arena hear music begin to play and an ominous video begins to play on the screen. When the word "Fraust" appears on the screen, the crowd erupts into cheers. After a few moments, John Fraust appears at the top of the stage and stands there surveying the crowd. For the first time in years, the legendary John Fraust has returned to the NRWL. He is wearing a classic "You Suck!" t-shirt, the name of the stable he was once a part of so many years before. Despite the throwback shirt, he appears to be a changed man. He looks more weathered and wise. He is no longer the young wrestler who last stepped into the ring before Season Three. This is a man who has returned with a goal in mind. He walks down to the ramp with a laser focus on the ring. He climbs in and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer outside the ring. Fraust stands there for a full minute waiting for the crowd to calm down. Finally, he speaks....*

John Fraust: So this is the NRWL in 2012.

*The crowd begins to cheer again.*

JF: Do you remember... remember my name?

*The crowd starts chanting "Fraust!" over and over again. Fraust looks out at the crowd with a stone face.*

JF: So you do remember. It's funny. It's been a very, very long time. There are probably a lot of questions about my absence and in time they will be revealed but the most important thing that you all should be asking is why? And why now? That I can answer for you now. You see, when I stepped away, the NRWL was at its peak. Things were good. There were some big stars, big names, that carried the company and it was only going up from there. But then, what happened? The NRWL is now nine years old but only on its fifth season. There was an awfully large gap there. But it did come back. The great NRWL finally made its return.... only it didn't. It turns out that this NRWL isn't really great at all.

*The fans begin to boo.*

JF: It's true. The NRWL came back but it brought no stars with it. Where did everyone go? Beats me but the only recognizable face was Johnny Young, a man who was an overhyped, underwhelming wrestler at best. All the other guys had no identity at all and because of it, the NRWL had no identity as a whole. And as for Johnny Young? He's the champion now! That's a problem. I helped build this place and the legacy has been completely tarnished. And worst of all, you fans accept it. Shame on all of you for accepting this watered down product. It's truly sad that you keep this mess alive when you know things could be so much better.

*The fans, now booing loudly, seem to have no effect. Fraust merely shakes his head and looks down at the mat for a moment.*

JF: It gets worse, you know. The suits seem to at least agree that they hired a bunch of nobodies to be their stars so they hired back some old faces. Only, look who they brought back? Hardcore Adam? Tiger Johnson? Marcus? None of these guys were worth anything then and they certainly aren't now. After I heard that this was going on I knew I had to stop it. Someone needs to step in and save the NRWL. Not the wrestlers, not you disappointing fans, but the legacy of the NRWL itself. That's why I am here now, to be the one man army that pulls this company up from the pit of irrelevance it is teetering on and ---

*Music beings to play and the fans start cheering when Hardcore Adam comes out to the ring. Adam slaps hands with a few fans on the way to the ring, however, he never takes his eyes off of John Fraust. He grabs a microphone from ringside and climbs into the ring.*

Hardcore Adam: Says the man who never was NRWL Champion. Says the man who bailed out on the NRWL when he realized that his scheme to put himself at the top of the heap failed. Oh, the fans remember you, John Fraust. The hardcore legend himself who one day, out of the blue, thought that buddying up with Mike Blood and looking like the model "champion wrestler" would bring him success. That didn't happen though. I know. I was there. You watched as opportunity knocked on other, more honest people's, doors. You took your ball and went home. Now, years later, you decide that you are still better than everyone else and it's up to you to fix what isn't even broken. I've got news for you, Fraust. The talent backstage right now is more than capable to carry the NRWL for the next decade. A lot of us came back because we wanted to be a part of the new golden era. I don't know if you noticed, but the NRWL is more successful now than it was before. The crowds are bigger. There's more intense energy in the ring than ever before. The only thing that needs to be fixed around here is your attitude and I'm the guy who is going to do it.

*The crowd goes wild as two legends stand face to face in the ring on the verge of exploding into a brawl.*

JF: You've made a huge mistake, Adam. You think you're hardcore. Why don't you prove it? You and me. One on one. Extreme Rules.

HA: And I thought you'd never ask. See you at the next event, savior.

*Fraust smiles and begins to turn away but then turns back and sucker punches Adam in the jaw. Hardcore Adam retaliates and both men trade blows. Hardcore Adam is clotheslined out of the ring. John Fraust slides out of the ring but before he can continue his attack, Adam quickly pulls a kendo stick out from under the ring apron and jabs him in the gut with it. Adam begins to crack the kendo stick against Fraust's shoulders and back. Fraust runs to another side of the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer. Adam picks up the steel steps and both men begin sparring with words. Before they can resume combat, several wrestlers from backstage break up the fight. Both men argue with each other as they are pulled away. The fans cheer wildly and can't wait until they get to see the continuation of the match in just a few short days.*

A Real Ladies Man

*Trixie is backstage at catering getting bottles of water for Scotty Paris. As she turns around, she is standing face to face with new NRWL wrestler, Paul Priest.*

Trixie: Uh, excuse me?

Paul Priest: Hold on there, baby. What's the rush?

Trixie: Are you serious? Sorry. You aren't my type, Fabio.

PP: Fabio? Oh, no no. You've got that wrong. My name, you ask?

Trixie: I didn't.

PP: My name, is Paul Priest. I'm the man other men wish they could be and the women wish they could be with. Now I'm here in the NRWL and that makes you a very lucky lady. Not that I can look any better than I already do but having you at my side, well, that'll just be blindingly beautiful.

Trixie: Paul, is it? Paul. Welcome to the NRWL. You've got a lot to learn.

*Trixie walks off. Paul watches her and smirks.*

PP: She's not too bad from behind either. Nice. Very nice...

The Star Champion Speaks

*Jay Phillips is standing in the middle of the ring. The crowd is very energetic and Jay is smiling as he takes in the energy in the arena.*

Jay Phillips: NRWL fans, welcome to Season Five! The last time we saw you, a new champion was crowned. I am standing in this ring tonight to introduce that man to you right now. Ladies and gentlemen, your NRWL Champion, "The Star Player" Johnny Young!!!

*The crowd boos as Johnny Young's music begins playing. He emerges from backstage wearing his sunglasses, exercise pants, and white t-shirt. The NRWL Championship is draped over his shoulder. He walks down the ring slowly and looks around at all the fans. He climbs into the ring and stands in the middle holding the title above his head with one arm.*

JP: Johnny Young. Let me be the first to congratulate you for your victory. How does it feel to be the NRWL Champion?

*Johnny takes off his sunglasses and places them on the collar of his t-shirt. He takes the microphone from Jay and looks up to the ceiling for a moment before speaking.*

Johnny Young: Jay, I started my career when the NRWL started. I've been a part of this company throughout the seasons, the years, and it's the only home I've ever known. I held this title once before early in my career but it was my only taste. When season four started, I came back. I was the only one who came back. Truthfully, it was an honor. I came in and did what I do best. It wasn't until halfway through the season I realized that I wasn't getting any younger. I was considered the veteran. I'm in my early 30's and I'm considered a veteran. I had a moment of clarity. I could do what I do. I could come out, make some noise, put on a good match, and do the same thing the next night, or, I could go a step further. I could focus on defining a legacy. That's what I decided to do. I needed to push myself even harder and put the pieces in place for a Hall of Fame career.

*Johnny lifts the NRWL Championship belt in the air again.*

JY: This... the NRWL Championship, means to much to me. It means that I am the top dog in this company. I really am The Star Player and I intend to be for a long time. You fans may not always like me but I give you everything I've got every night and I will continue to do so.

*The crowd, though still mostly booing, begins to split and there there is a minority of audience members who are cheering.*

JY: Unlike some other champions we've had, I know what it means to be the holder of this title and I know what it means to be defending champion. I won't hide from the challenges and I'll take every single one seriously. Being NRWL Champion requires nothing less. I don't know who will be my first opponent but you can rest assured that they will be in for the fight of their life. Johnny Young, "The Star Player", is the champion that the NRWL has always deserved and I will prove it.

*More fans begin to cheer. Suddenly, Ash's music starts to play and the crowd erupts into cheers. Johnny steps back to the ropes and leans against them while twirling the microphone in his hand, waiting for Ash to come down to the ring. Ash appears from backstage and slaps fan's hands on the way down and trying to get them pumped up. It doesn't take much effort, the fans are going nuts for Ash. He climbs into the ring. Johnny pushes off the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring to meet Ash. Both men stand face to face for a few moments. Finally, Ash cuts the tension by speaking into his microphone.*

Ash: Well, look at this. Hardcore Johnny Young... oh no, sorry. Regular Johnny Young. NRWL Champion! Congratulations! No! Truly! I mean it. You and I put together teams. The winning team captain would get a title shot. I have to admit it. The best man won. He did. Mikey Armstrong totally won that thing. Ever since that night, I haven't stopped asking myself, "Why, Ash? Why didn't you pick Mikey for your team?"

JY: Well, you didn't pick him, I did. And Mikey wasn't the one who got the most important job done. It was me who pinned Slam Jackson at the next event. It was me who defeated the NRWL Champion and that's what counts. Sounds to me like someone is just a sore loser.

Ash: Not at all! In fact, I couldn't be less sore. This isn't about that. I'm here for a completely different reason. You see, the color tournament was missing something that I think the fans really wanted to see. *Ash looks out at the crowd and shakes his head.* No, not an appearance by Red Love, though it would have fit the theme perfectly! No, the fans didn't get to see Johnny Young vs. Ash.

*The crowd bursts into cheers. Both wrestlers look around at the crowd. Ash smiles and looks back at Johnny.*

Ash: So, I was in the back listening to you and you said you'd be a fighting champion. We didn't get to fight as team captains, and seeing as you need an opponent, I think you've got your man. What do you say to that?

JY: Ash, you want a title shot against me? You want to challenge "The Star Player"? Well, you got it! Take a look at this championship belt right now because it's the closest you are going to get to it.

*Johnny holds the belt up once again. Ash is smiling as both men trade some inaudible verbal barbs. Johnny puts the championship belt back over his shoulder. Ash walks out of the ring first and Johnny stands in the middle of the ring for a moment before climbing the ropes and holding the belt high over his head. The crowd gives a mixed response for the new NRWL Champion. Jay Phillips picks up the microphone as Johnny leaves the ring.*

JP: It's official! Johnny Young will defend the NRWL Championship against Ash at the next event. Season Five is already heating up and we're just getting started!

The Final Fight

*Slugger Malone's music plays through the arena. The crowd boos loudly but he ignores them completely and storms to the ring. He is dressed to fight. He picks up a microphone and motions with a throat cut to stop the music.*

Slugger Malone: Every single one of you fans need to shut the hell up.

*The crowd boos even louder and Slugger sneers at them and waits a moment before speaking again.*

SM: When I started in the NRWL, no one gave me a chance. Everyone thought I was just filler on the roster. They thought I was nothing more than a brawler with no brains. I proved all of them wrong. I made a name for myself. I succeeded in the ring. I even managed to outsmart my tag team partner and use him to elevate me even further. I know what I'm doing in this ring and I know how to make the most of every opportunity. I'm going to do the very same in season five.

*The crowd starts chanting "Slugger Sucks!" over and over again. Slugger clenches his teeth together.*

SM: That's another thing! It's time for a change. It's time for people to understand just how dangerous I am. From now on, you can refer to me as Killer Malone! That goes for you people out there in the crowd and for everyone backstage. If any of you pukes want to get in the ring with me, I'll be happy to put you down, spit on your corpse, and move onto the next one. Killer Malone is here to do some damage and ---

*Marty Anderson's music starts playing and the crowd erupts into the cheers. Marty comes out with a microphone in hand and stands at the top of the entrance ramp.*

Marty Anderson: Oh for God's sake, please stop talking.

*The crowd cheers even louder. Killer Malone screams at Marty Anderson from the ring.*

MA: Well, Slugger, sorry, Killer, I can appreciate you trying to make a big bang here right off the bat. I don't take anything away from you. You really are a talented wrestler and you are more crafty than maybe you get credit for. That aside, you want someone to step in the ring with? The way I see it, you and I are tied for victories against each other in the ring. I told the fans at the end of last season that I wanted to finish this for good. You and me, one on one, one last time. One man left standing. Yeah, that's right. A last man standing match. Marty Anderson vs. Killer Malone. We fight. One of us walks away from our feud the definitive victor.

KM: This will be your funeral, Anderson! Your defeat will be the proof. I am here to tear through the NRWL and no one will stop me.

MA: Can't wait to rain on your parade, Malone. See you in the ring!

*The crowd cheers as Marty tosses the microphone off the stage, waves to Killer Malone and walks back. Killer Malone stands in the ring and shakes his head, seething as he stares up at the top of the entrance ramp.*

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.

Marty Speaks Out

*Marty Anderson's music starts playing in the NRWL Arena to a cheering crowd. Marty walks down the ring with a microphone in hand and slides under the bottom rope.*

Marty Anderson: Alright, well, there's a lot going on right now in the NRWL but it seems like everywhere I go, I keep getting asked the same thing. Backstage, I've got people asking me, 'Marty, what's going on with you and Slugger Malone'. I go to the grocery store and the person ringing up my items in the checkout line is asking me, 'Marty, what are you going to do to Slugger next time you see him'. Hell, I'm stopped at a traffic light and someone on the sidewalk yells, 'Hey Marty, I can't believe that Slugger screwed you over.' Yeah, neither can I. You know, in this business, you have a lot of acquaintances but not a whole lot of friends. When Slugger Malone and I first got put together in a tag team match, I didn't know him from Ash or Slam Jackson. I scouted the whole roster out but I didn't personally know anyone. Just before the match, we talked a little bit to get on the same page. I knew, even then, that Slugger Malone and I had a lot in common. We both wanted to go out there and just win. We both have a mean streak and I got this feeling that combined we would either be dominating or we'd self destruct. On that night, we dominated. We were the talk of the wrestling world the next day.

Over the next few months, we developed a working relationship. I helped him work on his mat skills, sure, but I gained a trusted partner in the process. I knew that no matter what the situation was, I couldn't ask for a better person to have my back. I thought we even became pretty good friends but it seems that somewhere along the line, Slugger started feeling some resentment about people calling him a student and me a teacher. I showed him some pointers but I never viewed us as a student/teacher combination. We were mutual partners in a successful tag team.

I don't know when it all started but when we had a match together at the Colors Tournament, I thought we were on the same page. We'd beat the hell out of each other to give you fans the best match possible. Slugger won that match and I thought that was that. Unfortunately, he decided it was a good time to let me know that he wanted to move on by himself. It would have been fine if he had just told me that but I didn't need to take a Beating. Hey Slugger, I may have a thick skull but I would have gotten the message just fine if you had told me!

No, I know better than that. I get it. Slugger, you wanted to make a bold statement. Well, you did it. I went out there for our rematch a few weeks ago and I won but it's obvious that it wasn't enough. The fans want more and you know what? I want more too!

*The crowd starts cheering. Marty keeps on talking.*

MA: Slugger, if you wanted out, you should have just told me. I didn't come into the business to make friends but I considered you one. I would have gotten out of your way and I would have helped you any way I could but you decided to go another way. That's fine with me but understand that you have to pay for the decision. Love me or hate me, everyone respects me, and Slugger, I'll pound that respect into you. When we meet in the ring again it'll be a last man standing match! Good luck.

*Marty waves to the crowd, drops his microphone, and walks backstage.*

Winds of Change

*A full NRWL Arena is on their feet waiting for a surprise announcement. In the ring, Jay Phillips stands in the ring with a microphone in hand. He smiles and waves to the crowd and then straightens his tie and begins to speak.*

Jay Phillips: NRWL fans, a few months ago, Johnny Young made a strong statement to everyone by viciously attacking fellow wrestler Storm Harrison. In the attack, Storm suffered several injuries, including  multiple leg injuries that has kept him from competing. The NRWL has kept fans updated on Storm's situation but he has asked to address you, the fans, live in person tonight! So without further delay, allow me to introduce NRWL star, Storm! Harrison!!!

*Storm's music begins to play and fans begin to cheer. After a few moments, Storm Harrison appears from behind the curtain and heads to the ring on crutches. He takes his time to shake hands with some fans on both sides of the aisle way. When he gets in the ring, he slides the crutches into the ring and hops up the steps on one leg. When he steps through the ropes, Jay hands him the crutches and Storm stands for a moment taking in the cheers from the crowd. He takes the microphone from Jay, who steps back into a corner of the ring to give Storm the spotlight.*


Storm Harrison: Umm.. Wow, I - *The crowd is continuing to cheer and Storm smiles and takes it in for a minute more, mouthing a "thank you" to the fans.* - Haha, well, it's certainly good to know that you still remember me. It's been a while, hasn't it? Too long, I think. Unfortunately, it hasn't been my choice. As Jay stated, I was attacked a few months ago by Johnny Young. In the attack, I was injured pretty badly. The majority of the damage was done to my knee, which required extensive surgery to repair. After these last few months, I've been healing and hoping to make a comeback, but, as you can see, it's been a slower process than I had hoped. I don't know when I'll be able to return, but rest assured, I intend to make a better impact than I did during the first part of my career here. You see, I kind of flew under the radar while some other guys with a little more flair and charisma stepped up and their careers have really taken off. I learned from that while watching from home. You know, I hope to be the NRWL Champion someday and so when I come back, you can expect a new, more exciting Storm Harrison than ever be --


*Mark Blood's music starts playing, interrupting Storm Harrison. Mark walks down the ring shaking his head and smirking as he walks down to the ring. He walks over to the announce table and grabs a microphone before sliding into the ring.*


Mark Blood: Storm Harrison. Well, it's good to see you back on your feet. Or at least, one of them. You know something, Storm? I've always liked you. You've always been one of the good ones. The purists. You come into this ring and you let your abilities speak for you. None of the stupid antics of the others in the back. I looked forward to you returning to the ring. But then I hear you talking about mimicking those in the back who are ruining this great sport? You've learned from watching them in the ring? Please. Don't listen to what these fans say they want. They don't know any better. The noble thing to do is not to fall into the bad habits of those that infect this company but instead show people that in-ring talent is what should make this business.

SH: Don't you think the fans should make their own decisions on what entertains them most?

*The crowd cheers and Mark Blood looks out into the crowd shaking his head and waves his hands at them to stop.*


MB: No! No no no no no!!! Don't you get it? They don't know what's right or wrong! They are all twisted up! They are confused. *Mark pauses and slowly lowers his brow, scowling at Storm.* And so are you.

*Mark kicks one of Storm's crutches out from under him, making Storm stumble back to the ropes and rests his back against it for balance. Mark gets in Storm's face and starts yelling at him. Jay Phillips tries to calm Mark down but is pushed out of the way. Suddenly, Bruno Kowalski's music begins and playing. Mark Blood turns around and looks down the aisle. Bruno starts running toward the ring. Mark kicks the bottom rope in frustration and quickly pulls off his collared shirt. When Bruno slides into the ring, both he and Mark start exchanging fists. Bruno gets the upper hand and throws Mark out of the ring. The crowd is cheering wildly. Bruno goes over to Storm and helps him get to the center of the ring where he stands on one crutch. Bruno raises Storm's free arm and the crowd starts cheering. Bruno lets go of Storm's arm and starts rallying the crowd for more cheers. When he turns back around toward Storm, Storm quickly jabs Bruno in the stomach with the top of the crutch and then whips it into Bruno's head. Storm starts kicking Bruno repeatedly. Mark Blood slides back into the ring and joins in on the attack. While Mark gets down on his knees and starts slugging Bruno with fists, Storm spins around with his arms outstretched, showing he is no longer injured.


 As Mark Blood steps back from Bruno, Storm delivers a leg drop to Bruno. Mark picks up Bruno off the mat and drives him back down with a vicious Blood Rush. Storm Harrison picks Bruno up and looks ready to suplex him but suddenly stops and looks out at the crowd, who has begun to cheer loudly at one side of the arena. A spotlight shines out following a figure as it approaches the ring. The figure hops the ring barrier just as Bruno takes advantage of the distracted Storm and reverses the hold into a suplex of his own. The mysterious figure slides into the ring and quickly DDTs a stunned and confused Mark Blood. As the rest of the crowd starts to cheer, the figure stands up and looks around. For the long time fans, they recognize the black and blue haired person as former NRWL wrestler, Balance! Mark and Storm both roll out of the ring and meet each other at the aisle way. They look at Bruno Kowalski and Balance standing in the ring before quickly heading backstage. Bruno and Balance both look around the ring and then at each other. After a few seconds staring at each other, Bruno offers a handshake. Balance takes Bruno's hand, shakes it, and then raises it for the crowd. Both men speak with each other in the ring before heading out. Both men walk backstage together.*

11/11/11 Event Results

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First Match


No DQ Tornado Team Match

Ingoyama and Doomsday vs. The Sons of Darkness

Winner: Sons of Darkness in 3:35


Second Match


Singles Match

Ash vs. Mikey Armstrong

Winner: Mikey Armstrong in 11:06


Third Match


Singles Match

Marty Anderson vs. Slugger Malone

Winner: Marty Anderson in 14:10


Fourth Match


Singles Match

Mark Blood vs. Bruno Kowalski

Winner: Bruno Kowalski in 8:05


Fifth Match


Singles Match

Scotty "The Body" Paris vs. Pedro Muchacho

Winner: Scotty Paris in 5:55


Main Event


NRWL Championship Match

Johnny Young vs. Slam Jackson (c)

Winner: Johnny Young new champion in 12:13

Mounting Tension!

*scene opens backstage with Jay Phillips in the arena, a few hours before the matches start.*

Jay: Well, ladies and gentlemen. I’m a volatile spot, because right now I’m standing in between Scotty “The Body” Paris and Pedro Muchacho. Gentlemen, you are slated to face each other tonight. And this match stems back to the colors tournament—

Scotty: *interrupting* That’s right punk! This goes back to when this masked burrito here decided to viciously attack Trixie! An innocent bystander and a defenseless lady! What kind of man does that? I’ll tell you, what kind! A piece of crap kind!

Pedro: That ees an eensult, hombre!

Scotty: Yeah, no kidding!

Pedro: Thees ees not my fault, hombre! What was she doing so close to the reeng? We were chaving a match! She chuld’ve not gotteen so close to the reeng!

Scotty: Trixie, as my valet, has a right to be out there! She minds her own business and never once done anything wrong while at ringside!

Pedro: Ha! Lies! She has gotteen eenvolved plenty of times, chico! And she has gotteen eenvolved with Pedro Muchacho too! Ole!

Scotty: Hey! You shut your taco hole! Who do you think you’re talking to! I guarantee you will never landscape another yard in this state again!

Pedro: Eets all talk, hombre. But all that talk won’t get chore mujer back from me! Aye!

Scotty: Why you--!!1

*Scotty lunges at Pedro and the two lock up and begin exchanging blows before security teams break them apart. They yell at each other as the scene ends.*

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?

A Great Challenge!

*Ash is in the backstage interview area with Jay Phillips*

Jay: I’m back here now with Ash. Ash, you’ve had several weeks to reflect on the Colors Tournament. What are your thoughts on it now?

Ash: Well Jay, obviously I’m disappointed by not winning the tournament and thus I won’t get my much deserved title shot next. It stinks, Jay. We started off strong with some big time wins by Marty Anderson and Abbadon, but after that things kind of fell apart. I’m not pointing fingers at anyone, but the turning point clearly was our first loss. It was just demoralizing to the rest of the team and it gave match control to Johnny Young. But, one person can’t be blamed because we win as a team and lose as a team and unfortunately, Mark Blood was on our team and lost. I suppose as team captain I bear a fraction of the burden for believing in him and also for overestimating his abilities--thinking he can get a victory over a seasoned veteran like Johnny Young. So, yes, I’m partially to blame, but I can’t wrestle *for* Mark, so we know that most of the load falls on his shoulders, which were flat to the mat for the 3 count, costing the team victory and glory. But, like I said, it was a team effort, and our team mate Mark lost if for us.

Jay: *furls his brow in puzzlement*

Ash: But I’m not here to harp on Mark Blood. He’s got his hands full right now picking fights with Polish people! I’m here for another reason. There’s a guy in our fed who’s made quite a splash and continues making all kinds of waves. And his name is Mikey Armstrong. I tell you what, I respect this kid. He came out of the woodwork and nobody gave him a chance. Not even you Jay, and you give everyone a chance! I hear a lot of people talking about him being an “upcoming superstar” or “having potential.” But what are these people waiting for? He’s here and he’s the real deal. I tell you what, I’m a fan!

Jay: Huh?

Ash: Yup, I’m a fan of Mikey Armstrong! Check it out, I bedazzled the back of my shirt!

*Ash turns around to show a poorly bedazzled “Miky” with a crude, round shape below the letters”

Jay: You spelled “Mikey” wrong.

Ash: Well, I didn’t have enough space because I cut off the sleeves, but it gets the point across.

Jay: Do you have a “Disco Stu” jacket, too?

Ash: *stone-faced* What are you implying?

Jay: Er.....what’s that underneath “Mikey?”

Ash: Oh! That’s....an arm flexing with a huge bicep. You know, it’s like a ‘strong arm.’ Ha ha! I thought it was clever. I’m getting great feedback on it!

Jay: Indeed. So, why are you challenging Mikey anyway?

Ash: Well, in my opinion, Mikey is the wrestling at another level right now. He’s on a hot streak. And as the saying goes, iron sharpens iron. So for me to improve, I need to wrestle someone who’s skill level is pretty close to mine. And not only is he undefeated in the NRWL, but he’s also battled back from cancer to win the Tour de France, founded Green Day, and walked on the moon!

Jay: Um...I don’t think all those people were him

Ash: Oh come on Jay! How many people can possibly have the last name “Armstrong?” But this is the match everyone wants to see! The undefeated streaker, Mikey! And the fans’ favorite NRWL wrestler, ME! It’ll be great! Mikey, you bring your A game, because “A” stands for “Ash!” And stands for all the “fAns!” Because you can’t spell “fans” without “Ash!”
Jay: There’s no “H” in “fans.”

Ash: It’s right after the “F” and it’s silent. But this isn’t about being silent! This about making some noise! And that’s what Mikey, myself, and all the fans are going to do this Friday night! Yeah!

*Ash walks off camera fist-pumping and hollering excitedly*

Jay: Words from a very animated Ash. Will Mikey respond?