The camera is recording a street interview with the Crow. None of the crew seems interested. The Crow just keeps talking the usual drivel about him being the greatest, and seems to be talking shit about the new guy, Blitzkrieg. Suddenly, a loud motor is heard in the background. It keeps getting closer and closer. Finally, The Crow breaks off his interview and the crew scrambles around frantically, all wondering what the hell that noise is. As if on cue, a yellow and black Titan motorcycle rages around a corner and speeds towards the interview area. The crew dashes, but the interview camera stays frozen. The Crow is livid, and turns to face the culprit of the noise. The driver is wearing black and white snaps, an "And Justice For All" t-shirt covered mostly by a black leather jacket, and a mirrored helmet. He is small in comparison to The Crow, yet he seems like a rock. The Crow starts running toward the biker, but the biker makes a swift zigzag turn. Catching the Crow off guard, he delivers a high speed Lariat, sending the Crow into a complete back flip before he skids to a stop further down. The Crow doesn't move, and the biker just sits there, revving his bike. Then, the biker raises his visor just enough to be heard.
So the Crow can fly. I figured as much. He's just gotta watch out where he's going or he's in for some hard landings with me... There's my answer to your pitiful challenge, Crow.
That statement identifies the biker as Blitzkrieg himself. Show this tape to him when he wakes up. If he's got the balls to continue chasing me, I'll be glad to give him much more than what he just got. Count on it.
By the way, I see that my old buddy, Striker has been recruited like I have. I'll see that punk in the ring as well, we have an old score to settle, him and I. I can see that it will be fun renewing old acquaintances, as well as making some new ones. Get ready, NWA. Pretty soon, you'll all be asked "Can you survive the Blitzkrieg?". And I will be the one to deliver the answer for you. Personally.
Blitzkrieg lowers his visor again, and revs his bike enough to lay a strip as he jets away from the interview area. All that's left is The Crow, laying pitifully alone, waiting for the medics to arrive... The screen opens to the NWA council talking.
Duck Man: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the first NWA PARTY!!! You just seen clips from earlier this week between Crow and Blitzkrieg. By the way after the PARTY head down to Bill's Bar and Grill just five minutes from the arena will continue!!! There will be a lot of excited things that go on tonight! There will be one match between, Buff Bob and the "Mystery Man".
Recon: Yeah but that is not all, we have interviews with some of the NWA wrestlers and much, much more. Solider what do you have to say about tonight's party??
Soldier: Well I think that this party is better than the last one we had back in June and I can't wait to see what is going to happen in that special Hardcore Match tonight! Wait what is going on?? Wait something is happening at the arena, let's go to the home show arena now.
The lights go out and blue and white lasers go off everywhere. Red and Green fire shoot out of the turnbuckles as "Keep Hope Alive" by The Crystal Method plays. Marc "Riptide" Childs and Scotty "The Engineer" Leader walks out from behind the curtains. They are wearing "Clown Method" shirts and blue jeans. They walk out to the ring and Scotty grabs a sign out from the crowd that says Follow the Leader!!! Marc Childs walks around the ring and looks for something. He climbs over the railing and picks up this beautiful girl and takes her in the ring with him. Scotty grabs a mic and starts to talk.
Scotty: Come on all you mother fuckers!!! Raise the fucking roof lets hear some fucking noise in this joint!! Now most of you people out there know that Clown Method does stuff Old School fashion and that NO ONE can stop us! The day some one stops the fucking "freight train" is the day they earn about five percent of my respect. NO MORE!!! Now let's give it up for the one...the only...RIPTIDE!!!
Marc: Hell yeah. What's up y'all?? Let me speak on this; Me and my COUSIN Scotty are here and me are going to take the tag team stage by storm!! Us being the Clown Method are going to have the tag team titles in a matter of days! You see if doesn't matter if you think that you are good!! Because after all none of you are "IMMUNE"!!!!! But some of you will get to feel just what it is like to be "IMMMUNE"!!!!!!\
The lights start to flash and "Keep Hope Alive" be The Crystal Method plays around the arena and Scotty Leader and Marc Childs walk out of the arena. In Marc's arms is the girl from the audience.
Recon: Ok, we now know who another tag team in the NWA is......is it the CLOWN METHOD!!! But their is one thing that no one knows yet and that is who exactly is the "Mystery Man"!
Soldier: Yeah do you have any idea to who that is??
Duck Man: No, not at all! Well lets get to our next thing on the agenda and that is lets tell the fans and the wrestlers just how we are going to decide the champions here in the NWA!!!
Recon: Well for the single titles we are going to do battle royal style, but for the 3 tag teams we are going to have a triple threat match to decide the NWA tag team champions!! Let's go back to the arena where another tag team is to make their way out.
The arena lights dim. The crowd suddenly goes silent as complete darkness begins to surround them. Then, two immortal and unforgettable words are heard loudly over the PA system: Silky Violence. Suddenly, the entryway explodes with an array of white fireworks and a black light illuminates the aisle and ring. Those who recognize the names then begin to cheer loudly; those who don't sit and await the moment. Then it happens. The greatest tag team to ever step foot into a ring emerges from the back to another explosion, this time from the crowd. The powerful beat of "Godlike" by KMFDM leads the two individuals from the blackness of the back into the life of the arena. "Silky" Rob Slick leads the way, wearing a glowing white trench coat, sunglasses, and white warm-up pants. He stops at the entrance and looks at the thousands of people attending this great event, running a hand through his long, bleached blond hair. Then his mentor and tag team partner follows: "Mr. Violence" Bill James. James is decked out in white as well; white jeans and a white muscle shirt cover his giant but worn frame. He too stops and admires the crowd, scratching his well-trimmed beard. The pair then begins to walk to the ring, where Silky produces his customary two microphones from his coat. Silky Violence has now officially entered the NWA. And they mean business.
Silky: The NWA now officially welcomes.......Silky Violence!!!!!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Silky: That's right, boys and girls. The greatest and most cohesive tag team unit to ever lace a pair is now all up in your hiz-ouse. For those uninformed souls in the crowd, I am Silky Rob Slick. This is Mr. Violence Bill James. Together we are Silky Violence. And we are here for one reason: chicks dig wrestlers.
Violence: Not exactly. We're really here because we want to show the world what a real tag team is. We've seen teams here and there throw themselves together and win titles, calling themselves a tag team. Well, unless that team is Silky Violence, they are NOT a real tag team! We've done this in every federation we've been in, and now it is the NWA's turn to witness the Silky Violent Revolution: the re-birth of tag team wrestling.
Silky: We're also gonna show all of you people that success can begin with tag wrestling, and end with singles gold. We have been tag champions numerous times, but myself and Big Billy J both have held singles titles as well. How many other real teams can say that? None. Zero. Zip. Nada. Cero. And if they did, we've probably handed their ass to them already sometime in the past.
Violence: Many of you are already familiar with Silky Violence's style, so this next statement will be no surprise. I've been wrestling for over 25 years; I taught Rob from the day he expressed interest in the sport. And not ONE time in those years have we backed down from any challenge. All of you in the back: keep that in mind. The door to our office is always open, but don't be alarmed when we beat the hell out of you and throw you right back through it on your embarrassed ass.
Silky: In other words, bring the pain. SV will be glad to take your no-talent-wish-I-could-be-slick-like-Silky-help-I-suck-and-I-don't-know-why-goofy-looking-bitch ass and hand that stinky thing RIGHT back to you on a Chinet paper plate with no shipping and handling charge applied! No one can defeat something that can not and will not be defeated. Resistance is futile.
Violence: In the NWA, we have two specific goals. First of all, the obvious: become champions, first tag team then we'll branch out from there. Then we can move on to other things. Goal number two is just as obvious: mercilessly obliterate anything and everything that steps into the path of the Silky Violent Express. Very simple stuff.
Silky: And if you don't quite get the point, come down here right now and I'll write it all down on my right hand before bitch-slapping the piss out of your stupid ass with that hand. Maybe then we'll have beaten the message into your fat head that we mean business. Slim Silky is not here to put on a show....wait, that's not quite true. Men.......Slim Silky is not here to put on a show. However, if the WOMEN out there want to see a real show, then call 1-800-ROB-SLIK and I'll show you exactly why they call me Silky......Anyway, the message should now be as obvious as a woody in Spandex: SV is here to kick your ass.
Violence: There is only so many ways we can say that we can and will destroy all that oppose us here in the NWA. So from this point on, we're gonna let our in-ring destruction do all the talking. Now, some people like to point out that we trash talk a lot. Well, there's one little difference when SV trash talks: we ALWAYS have backed it up. It's acceptable to have a big mouth, as long as a big fist follows. We've always talked the talk, and followed it by walking the power walk all over some unsuspecting jabroni's ass. SV has now established it's position in the NWA: we are here to get down, get dirty, and GET VIOLENT with any chump who dares to oppose us!!!!!!!
Silky: Hope you freaks out there liked what you've seen, because you're gonna see a lot of Violence dropping those Violent Bombs and Silky planting his size 12 boot in some assface's anal crevice before flying high and landing that Silkiest Moonsault of all. The time has come for us to un-grace your presence by our absence. Each and every one of you now knows who we are, what we're about, and who's ass we plan on kicking. Therefore, our insanely high-paying jobs are now done and we're heading back to the Hills in my Viper to Master Rob's castle. However, I refuse to leave you newfound friends (and enemies) without the proper SRS exit, so here goes: We have arrived, we're here to stay, and we're here to play Pirates of the Carribbean by stealing all the gold, matey. And on that note, there isn't one iota of one tenth of one bit of a thing that any one here, there, or any-damn-where that can stop us. Why? Cause I'm just simply Silky, Swass as can be, your ass better flee, gets all the booty, nevertheless, I'm straight-up the best, my size is excess, rockin' the mattress, kickin' up dust, your face I will bust, a win is a must, oh shit I just cussed, hangin' with Bill, at Silvio's Bar & Grill, way too much skill, you had just better chill, cause there is nothing better, SV is forever.....and when will we stop tearin' this mutha f**ka up????? NEVER!!!!!!!! We're out like Griffey Jr, BEEEEAAAAATCH. Don't you wish that you could be Silky like me?
The crowd stares in disbelief of the awesome force presented before their unprepared eyes, then explodes into a crazy ruckus of cheers as "Godlike" hits again and SV heads to the back with their hands held high.
MATCH TIME
Becoming by Pantera” blares out of the PA as we see Commissioner Ric Razor walking out to the ring in a suit. He grabs the mic and steps into the ring. After soaking up the atmosphere he begins to speak.
Ric Razor: Finally The NWA is beginning. A great federation with a great Commissioner but wait this federation isn't quite ready yet because I am yet to show everyone the greatest wrestler in the NWA. He will shock you all and most of all he will show you all that you ain't seen nothing until you have seen him wrestle. This guy stands 6 feet 11 inches tall and weighs over 318 pounds. If you don't know who this guy is by now you will know who he is now. I present to you all..............NUKE Randell.
The Lights go out as Americana By Offspring begins to play. Then at the entrance way there is a huge explosion of red pyro. A huge figure in a trench coat comes walking to the ring. As pyro goes off around him. He get's into the ring and raises his hands has lighting bolts strike each of the turnbuckles several times over. Americana By Offspring then stops and the lights come back to. This figure is standing by himself in the ring now with the mic. He begins to speak.
NR: So finally you all find out who the dark man of the NWA is. It is I of course NUkE Randell and if anyone has a problem with me coming into this federation and making sure that every person who is against my lord and master will come to be NUkED and have a new found respect for me and my master. Right now I have been told I have my first victim. He shall make his way out to the ring now for he is the first sacrifice to my master. Prepare To be NUkED as death is upon as all."
Buff Bob walks out and the fans boo very loudly. He walks to the ring with a steel bat in his hands.
Soldier: They hook up and Nuke nails Bob with a hard shot to the head. Nuke takes the bat and hits him in the kidneys. Nuke takes Bob and whips him into the turnbuckles and gives him a monkey flip.
Recon: Nuke takes the match outside and throws Bob over the railing. NUke grabs a steel chair and swings at Bob....Bob moves out of the way. Bob nails Nuke with a ddt to the concrete floor. They both are laying motion less.
Duck Man: They are both taking a beating. Bob gets up and stands on the railing and goes for something, but the Commish. kicks the railing and he falls face first. Nuke picks up a some of the steel stairs to the ring and nails Bob in the legs with them.
Fuck that had to hurt!! Bob is laying on the ground holding his legs, he is trying to get in the ring. Nuke Randall gets in the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Buff Bob gets up and Randall comes down on his head with an axe handle smash. The Commish is finally leaving.
Ya know, Nuke is really going to be somebody!!! But Buff Bob, isn't showing much strength or agility tonight, he is just taking a hell of a beating!
Well Nuke picks Buff up and
throws him on the apron and rolls him into the ring. He picks up Buff Bob
and talks some trash in his face and throws him into the ropes, Buff Bob
comes back and Nuke Randall performs the NUKE BOMB!!! Bob is out, Bob is
out!!! Nuke goes for the pin 1...2...3...
Ladies and Gentlemen! Your winner NUKE RANDALL!!!
Recon: Well, folks, let's move this party down to Bill's Bar and Grill.
The council gets into their Hummers and heads on over the bar and goes on inside. The cameras stay in the parking lot when a black 2000 Jaguar AT-XK8 convertible pulls up in front of the bar blaring "Break the Walls Down". As the Jag turns into the parking lot it hits a bump and goes airborne, it lands sending sparks out from underneath. The driver slams the brakes and does a 180 right into a parking space, the back end almost nailing the Prez Recon's black Hummer. The man gets out of the car and slams the door shut. The man is wearing a red bandana around his shaved blond hair along with his pair of black Oakley's. He is wearing a black leather jacket, with a black tank top under it. He is also wearing a pair of red camos and black combat boots. He walks up to the stairs of the bar and flashes his ID card to the bodyguards. They open up the doors and he is blasted in the face with music. He goes straight to the bar and takes up a stool. The bartender turns around.
Bill: Striker, MAN, long time no see, how's it going buddy?
Striker: It's ok, I guess, things will be a lot better once I get back in the ring. I've got layers of ring rust on me.
Aye, most of em are.
Yeah, maybe I'll find some ol' friends here.
You should, so, would ya like the regular.
Yeah, as always, shaken, not stirred.
The both give out a hearty laugh as Bill shakes up the drink. Striker begins to drink as they go back to talking.
So, what have you been up to since you left NWA last time.
Well, after it went under new management, I set out to make my own federation, the WWCF. It was awesome, except for problems from one wrestler.
No, no, let me tell you, I saw you guys on TV, the Crow, right?
Damn straight. Did that little bitch come back here.
He sure did, I saw him earlier tonight.
Well, I'll find him. Anyways, after that I headed on over the DCW where, within weeks, I captured the World and Intercontinental Title. That's where I met that punkass cruiser Blitzkrieg. I've heard he's here to. Can you confirm that?
I sure can, he's here to.
Great, just great.
Striker gives a smirk and finishes off his drink.
Well, I'm off to see some more people, oh and if ya see Kim, tell her to meet me back her in about 2 hours.
Ok, no problem man.
Oh, yeah, your tip.
Cage, man, you don't ha-
Striker pulls out a 100 dollar bill and lays it on the bar.
Yeah, I do.
Striker pats Bill on the back and makes his way through the crowd. Striker begins to move his way through the crowd and into another room, there he spots the Council at a table in the corner, he goes down and takes a seat beside them.
So, guys, how's it going?
Recon: Long night, Striker, long night.
Figured out what your going to do about the Steel Title yet?
Duckman: Striker at this current moment we aren't realesing any information about that title. All we can say, is that it will be won through a steel cage match.
Oh, ok, well I'll see you guys later.
Striker gets up and starts moving through the crowd again and back into the other room. Then, he spots Shane Andrews just coming into the door. Striker begins to push and shove his way through, he grabs Andrews in a big (but manly) hug. The two begin chit chat then move into a booth near the window, order two beers, close the curtains, and begin conversation. About 15 minutes later, each one emerges, with a slightly pissed off look on their faces. As Striker enters another room he looks over to President Recon he is just getting out of his seat, when he sees Buff run up from behind and nail Recon with a chair. Striker begins to make his way to help the Recon, when Blitzkrieg comes out of nowhere with a flying clothesline from one of tables. Then from another booth, The Crow appears and delivers a body slam Blitzkrieg. The three begin to fight and Striker rushes over and tosses Blitzkrieg to the floor, grabs Crow and gives him the SNIPER SHOT, right through a table. Andrews appears, delivers a spin kick to Buff and levels him with the FiXXXer. Bouncers run up and remove Crow, Buff, and Blitzkrieg from the bar and Striker helps up Recon makes his way back to the bartender after the recent brawl and goes back to the bar. A lovely lady with long blonde hair, wearing a black gown, is at the bar talking to Bill. Striker pulls up a stool beside her. She looks over and kisses him.
Well, Kim, have you talked to everyone.
Yes, hun...What happened to you.
Bill and Striker look at each other and let out a laugh.
Business, just..." He keeps snickering "...everyday business.
Yes, hun, sure, are you ready to go, I'm tired.
Sure let's head on out.
Striker and Kim head out to the Jag.
You wanna leave your birthday present here for the night or drive it home.
I'll drive it home.
Striker walks Kim over to her red Lamborghini Diablo, kisses her night. The engine starts up and she peels out of the parking lot and down the highway. Striker jumps in his Jag and does the same. The camera goes back to the arena.
Lytle: I've been in these kind of federations for about two years now, and all I've gotten out of it, is to win the World title, in some crappy ass fed, that I took over, and closed it down, about a week later. So, tonight, I am stating, that I am going to be the best in this damn federation, and I am going to be, the NWA's first World champion, because I have the balls to do so, and I am willing to go through as many guys as I can, to win that damn belt!
Lytle sits up on the top turnbuckle and "Man in a Box" begins to blare over the speakers.
And another thing, whoever wants to wrestle me, I'll take you on, and it can be, any type of match you want tough guys, because I know, that I could take any one of you guys out, any day of the week, twice every day of the week if I wanted to! So, NWA, get ready, because you've got one of the biggest, hell, the biggest, and the best wrestler, you have got yourself, the brightest star, in wrestling history today, in the Showstopper Matt Lytle!