NAWA Presents:
BIG 3 - Live on Pay Per View
IZOD CENTER - NEWARK, NJ

NAWA World Heavyweight Championship
Ramblin Man [CASW Heavyweight Champion]
Vs.
Mike Sloan [BACW NE Regional Champion]

Felix Martinez: And now it’s time for the main event...

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Felix Martinez: ...two gladiators are set to do battle for bragging rights and championship gold... who will take it home?

Crowd: Let's go Sloan! Let's go Ramblin-Man! Let's go Sloan! Let's go Ramblin-Man! Let's go Sloan! Let's go Ramblin-Man!

Michael Woods: Would you listen to the crowd?

Vinny Campone: They are split right down the middle like a jelly donut but honestly Woody, who do you think is going to win?

Michael Woods: Well that’s anyone’s guess as both Mike Sloan and The Ramblin’ Man are both proven commodities.

Vinny Campone: [Holding up a bag popcorn] Hey look at this... I even busted out the popcorn for this epic encounter.

Michae1 Woods: At least it's not liquor.

Vinny Campone: [Raising his hand] BEER HERE!

Michael Woods: And once again I spoke too soon.

[The lights dim and the aroma in the air is punctuated by the roar of a Harley’s engine, as the blue’s tones of the Allman Brother’s band fills the arena.]

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Tryin to make a livin and doin the best I can.
And when its time for leavin,
I hope youll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.

[No grand pyro, just the flash of cameras as the Harley and rider come into view. Across the front of the bike, displayed proudly for the world to see, is the CASW Heavyweight title, the leather band wrapped over in a leather sleeve bearing the same colors as Ramblin Man wore in the emblem on his back. Following behind him were five other riders, all bearing the same colors, and the logo of the New Gods.]

Felix Martinez: Accompanied to the ring by the group he calls the New Gods...

Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin down highway 41.

Felix Martinez: This massive man is the Canadian ALL Star Wrestling Heavyweight champion!

Crowd: [POP!]

[Circling the ring slowly, he raised one arms, fist closed, eyes looking up at the fans as he took a tour around the ring, slowing to allow the fans in the front row to lightly brush their fingers across the golden plate of the belt.]

Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Tryin to make a livin and doin the best I can.
And when its time for leavin,
I hope youll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.

Felix Martinez: NAWA, it is my pleasure to introduce to you, Ramblin Man!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

[He parks the machine along side the other five bikes, unclips the belt and slings it over his shoulder, carrying it into the ring where he raises it high. He is dressed simply, in faded blue jeans, chain covered biker boots, and a black New Gods t-shirt, his long red-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, the large man walks to each of the four corners and climbs to the second rung of each one, holding the belt above his head, listening to the roar of the fans. For him they cheer.]

I’m on my way to New Orleans this mornin,
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee,
They’re always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them delta women think the world of me.

[The song fades away, as he motions for a mic, and the New Gods at ringside dismount their machines, their faces hidden by the helms of ancient helmets taken from what appears to be medieval battle armor. One by one they removed those helms, revealing the BWA’s Jack Logan and Azrael, CASW’s Soul Rider, Free Agent Asher Damien, and last, but certainly not least BACW’s Ulfric.]

"The New Gods have risen!" Ramblin Man declared loudly, his eyes focused as he stared out at the men assembled at the side of the ring.

Vinny Campone: Is it just me or do these “Gods” look more like hell spawn?

Michael Woods: They are quite scary so I will reserve my comments on the matter because quite frankly, I like my head attached to my shoulders.

Felix Martinez: And his opponent...

This is because of what you did to me....

[The airy, hollow voice penetrates the p.a. system.]

This is what I become.....

[The voice is close to being recognizable, but at the same time it is unknown to us.]

My pain will become yours.....

[A dark figure is produced on the screen. Bright white lights flash behind him, illuminating his figure. And the first bass and acoustic riff begins to sound out.]

#You take a mortal man, #

[His blond hair on top is only a fraction of an inch long. You can see the places where he has been scared from multiple battles in his life.]

#And put him in control #

[His head begins to lift, so slightly that the only thing that is produced in the time is the top of a spike that comes from his eyebrow.]

#Watch him become a god,#

[A scar runs from his forehead lateral to his left ear It is so slight, because of the time and money that was spent to reduce the size.]

#Watch peoples heads a'roll #

[The first thing that is recognizable, the blue eyes. They hold more emotion than the face itself. They were once caring, but something has taken all that away. They are full of disdain and contempt now.]

#A'roll...#

[The spot lights area towards the entrance ramp. The crowd jumps to its feet to see him again. The chorus hits the PA system and about that time a stray light catches a glimpse of the man we once knew far away from the ring, in the crowd. Standing like a monster, scared of nothing, he makes his movements to the ring.]

#Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction #

[His attire features two new things. He has donned a black shirt that states, in red lettering, Respect is not earned; It's Taken. The second item is a pair of thigh length, spandex shorts. Across the back it states, T D H. Down his left thigh the word that is stated is Scorned. Down his right thigh is the word, Disrespected;. A black towel covers his head so that no one can know who this is, if the piercing and the eyes didn't tell you who it was then you will have to wait.]

#Acting like a robot, #

[He makes his way to the ring side area, he places one foot on the step and reaches out his hand and grabs the ring post.]

#Its metal brain corrodes. #

[He pauses for the fans and then makes his way up the steps.]

#You try to take its pulse, #

[He walks the outer edge of the ring and places his back against the ropes and waits.]

#Before the head explodes. #

[As soon as this line hits his head launches back and the covering it tossed off. Revealing to the world that this man is Mike Sloan. ]

#Explodes... #

[The chorus hits again as he makes his way into the ring.]

#Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction #

[He leans over and picks up his towel and hangs it on the far right turnbuckle.]

#The earth starts to rumble #

[The red insignia, TDH is embroider into it also.]

#World powers fall#

[He pulls his torso out of the shirt and tosses it to the floor.]

#A warring for the heavens, #

[He places his back against the corner and stretches his back over the ropes, popping every vertebrate there.]

#A peaceful man stands tall #

[He stands a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain from this point on.]

Felix Martinez: And now in the ring, representing BACW, he is the Northeastern regional champion! Get on your feet for the one and only, "Dark Horse" Mike Sloan!

Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!

Michael Woods: Mike Sloan is focused and with Eric Dane nowhere to be found he has no outside distractions to worry about.

Vinny Campone: You never know, Mike Sloan isn’t exactly the kind of guy who just blends in with all his peers, he’s quite abrasive.

Michael Woods: No doubt about it but right now that point is neither here nor there... It’s time to get this match underway, so here we go!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Michael Woods: The two warriors step cautiously to the center of the ring eyeing each other up and down as the feeling out process begins.

[Ramblin’ Man’s arm outstretches with wiggly fingers towards Mike Sloan as he cautiously attempts to get a grip of some kind on his opponent. Sloan is having none of it quickly uncoiling a knee lift to the gut of his opponent and the CASW star doubles over looking to catch his breath. Pushing him back against the rope with a push against his chest and grabbing hold of the wrist, Sloan flings his opponent across the ring where he rebounds off the opposite side and comes barreling off in a stunned daze.]

Michael Woods: Kidney destroying spine buster by Mike Sloan!

Crowd: [OH!]

[Sloan quickly rolls into the early pin attempt on the Ramblin’ Man.]

Referee: 1…2…

[Kick out.]

Referee: [TWO!]

Crowd: [Clapping]

Michael Woods: It’s way too early in the match to get the pin on a wrestler of this caliber and Sloan really should know that.

[As the camera focuses on the conflicted face of the CASW champion, Sloan lifts the Ramblin’ Man up from the mat maintaining control. He grabs a tight hold of his opponent’s head via a front face lock, and looping the heavy arm of Ramblin Man over his head signals to the crowd.]

Michael Woods: Snatching hold of the tights, Sloan lifts upward with all his might pulling Ramblin’ Man up into the air. Taking him over hard with a snap suplex that pounds his spine into the logo, Ramblin Man arches his back in pain. Floating over, Sloan goes for his second cover.]

Referee: 1…2…

Michael Woods: Kick out again by Ramblin’ Man keeps this match going with little surprise.

Vinny Campone: Two covers in less than two minutes? Sloan must be really nervous out there.

Referee: [TWO!]

[The Dark Horse peels Ramblin’ Man up off the mat and still with control on his side, he continues the focus on the lower back of his opponent. Once again hooking in the front face lock, he lifts Ramblin’ Man over, kicking his feet out for an authoritative snap suplex in the middle of the ring. This time Mike foregoes the pin attempt opting to bounce off the ropes and drop a knee aimed at the forehead of his opponent.]

Crowd: [OOO!]

Michael Woods: Ramblin’ Man avoids contact as Sloan’s knee cap crashes hard into the unforgiving ring canvas with a thud! The vibration that was sent up through the leg of Sloan had to have rattled both his muscles and joints.

Vinny Campone: Yeah it probably hurt too!

Michael Woods: [Confused look]

[Capitalizing on his quickness, Ramblin’ Man takes control of Sloan and with a tug of the wrist, he yanks his opponent into a vicious short arm clothesline that sends The Dark Horse down hard to the mat with a whiplash like effect. Snapping his head back and slamming it down with a crack on the canvas Sloan kicks his feet from the impact. Maintaining his grip on the wrist Ramblin’ Man pulls Sloan up from the mat and knocks him right back down with a second consecutive short arm clothesline.]

Michael Woods: Leg drop to the throat of Sloan continues the onslaught on the windpipe of the Dark Horse.

[Ramblin’ Man is quick to make the lateral press for the pin attempt.]

Referee: 1…2…

[Sloan kicks out with authority before quickly grasping at his damaged throat, gasping for air.]

Mike Sloan: [Choking]

Referee: [TWO!]

Split Crowd: Let’s Go Darkehorse [Clap, Clap, clapclapclap]

Split Crowd: Let’s Go Ramblin’ Man [Clap, Clap, clapclapclap]

Split Crowd: Let’s Go Darkehorse [Clap, Clap, clapclapclap]

Split Crowd: Let’s Go Ramblin’ Man [Clap, Clap, clapclapclap]

Split Crowd: Let’s Go Darkehorse [Clap, Clap, clapclapclap]

Split Crowd: Let’s Go Ramblin’ Man [Clap, Clap, clapclapclap]

Michael Woods: The fans continue to be divided practically right down the middle in this one, I’m not sure if it’s because they like either of these two ruthless individuals or if they’re just cheering out of loyalty to their particular home regions.

Vinny Campone: Or maybe they're drunk like me?

Michael Woods: [Cross glance] ...???...

[Neither man seems concerned with the support of their opponent or themselves as Ramblin’ Man continues his assault on Sloan, pushing him down and delivering an elbow drop to the chest further exasperating his opponent as he leaves him strapped for air.]

Michael Woods: He can’t do that! Stop him ref!

[Dropped to his knees Ramblin’ Man grabs a death grip on the throat of Mike Sloan attempting the squeeze the life out of him with a blatant choke.]

Mike Sloan: [Gagging] AAARGH!!!

Referee: Break it! 1…2….3….4…

[Ramblin’ Man breaks the choke, putting his hands up in the air as if he has done nothing wrong. But as soon as the count stops, he goes right back for the choke cinching his devilish fingers around the throat of Sloan for a second time.]

Referee: Damn it I said break the hold! 1…2…3…4…

[Ramblin’ Man once again breaks the hold just in the nick of time, this time the referee forces him back away from Sloan to allow for a clean and decisive break of the hold.]

Referee: One more time and you're out of here!

Vinny Campone: The referee has no right too put his hands on a wrestler, he’s lucky the rules protect his ass from catching a beat down.

Ramblin Man: Get out of my way worm!

[As Ramblin’ Man pushes past the referee he is caught in the midsection with a stiff boot courtesy of BACW’s Mike Sloan. Sloan quickly bounds off the side ropes and comes off hard delivering a jaw jacking million dollar knee lift, ala Mr. Wrestling II that sends Ramblin’ Man’s head snapping backwards putting him into a daze. Sloan steps back and quickly unloads with a teeth chattering super kick that drops the CASW representative to the mat, flat on his back.]

Michael Woods: Sloan falls into a loose cover.

Referee: 1…2…

Vinny Campone: NO! Ramblin’ Man gets his shoulder up and stays alive for a little while longer.

Referee: [TWO!]

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

[Sloan pulls Ramblin’ Man up from the mat, and locking his arms around his head, he slowly and methodically twists him around until they’re back to back. Looking into the cheap seats, he drops down with a neck snapping neck breaker.]

Michael Woods: Sloan rolls into a lateral press, but fails to hook the leg.

Referee: 1… 2…

Vinny Campone: Kick out!

Referee: [TWO!]

[Determined Sloan goes for a second cover, but this time he hooks the leg.]

Referee: 1… 2…

Vinny Campone: Kick out!

Referee: [TWO!]

Mike Sloan: COME ON REF! One, two three!

[Slamming his hands on the mat in frustration Sloan pulls himself up to his feet, stomping and storming around the ring as he stalks the Ramblin’ Man like a wolf stalks his prey.]

Vinny Campone: He's begging Ramblin Man to get to his feet.

Crowd: [Stomping]

Michael Woods: Sloan is forcing Ramblin’ Man to use energy by forcing him to get up under his own power. He’s giving up the maintaining of firm control in doing this and it could come back to bite him in the ass but if he can get right back on the offence it’ll be to his benefit to have forced his opponent to expend energy.

Vinny Campone: Or maybe he’s just pissed off and wants to line his opponent up for something big.

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

[Ramblin’ Man pushes himself up off the mat and as he stumbles to his feet he is met head on with a vicious, hard lariat from Mike Sloan that drops him right back down to the mat with authority.]

Crowd: [OH!]

Mike Sloan: Get up you piece of trash! GET UP!

[Sloan continues to measure his opponent pleading with him to get back to his feet. Ramblin’ Man obliges, struggling up to his feet and turning into a charging Sloan he ducks a clothesline, catching Sloan around the waist and quickly twisting he pounds Mike into the mat with an old school belly to belly suplex.]

Michael Woods: Ramblin Man’s got the leg hooked for the pin attempt.

Vinny Campone: Referee is in perfect position!

Referee: 1…2…

Michael Woods: Sloan with the kick out!

Referee: [TWO!]

Vinny Campone: That was closer than my last girlfriend's false pregnancy!

[Ramblin’ Man remains undeterred and immediately focusing back on the attack, he yanks Sloan up off the mat and scoops him up over his shoulder.]

Ramblin Man: It's over!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

[Backing into a corner he charges out and drills Sloan into the mat with a running power slam, quickly hooking the leg for the cover.]

Michael Woods: I can't keep up with action!

Vinny Campone: [Pausing] I'm sorry, but that's just too easy.

Referee: 1…2…

Michael Woods: Sloan with another kick out.

Referee: [TWO!]

Crowd: [Clapping!]

[Ramblin’ Man pulls Sloan back up off the mat and whips him to the far side ropes. The Dark Horse rebounds off the nylon and runs right into a power slam!]

Michael Woods: Ramblin’ Man snatches up the leg for the pin.

Referee: 1… 2…

Vinny Campone: Kick out by Sloan!

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

Michael Woods: Pulling Sloan back up to his feet and hooking him in a front face lock it appears Ramblin’ Man is looking for a suplex.

Vinny Campone: Or a brain buster, or a DDT or a neck breaker.

Michael Woods: Looping his opponent’s arm over his head and grabbing a handful of tights there goes your DDT and neck breaker theories Einstein. Arching back, Ramblin’ Man hoists Sloan up into the air stalling for a moment he drops back, kicking his feet out to increase the impact.

[THUD!]

Mike Sloan: [AAAAAHH!!!]

Michael Woods: Sloan’s back hits the canvas hard!

Vinny Campone: Pfft! Lucky guess.

[Rolling through and maintaining contact Ramblin’ Man pulls Sloan back up to his feet. Transitioning from the suplex position and turning into his opponent, Ramblin’ Man locks his arms around the waist of Sloan, clamping his hands on the far side of Sloan’s body he lifts Mike up into the air, and arching backwards, he drops The Dark Horse on the back of his head with a side suplex.]

[THUMP!]

Crowd: [OOO!]

Michael Woods: Backdrop suplex with authority by Ramblin’ Man and hitting the ropes, he rebounds off with a splash! Crashing chest to chest; the big man knocks the wind out of Sloan hooking the leg for the pin attempt.]

Referee: 1… 2….

Vinny Campone: Sloan’s shoulder clears the mat, escaping the pin just barely!

Referee: [TWO!]

Crowd: [Stomping their feet]

[Ramblin’ Man pulls Sloan up to his feet and backs him into the nearest corner, grabbing hold of his wrist he whips around with an Irish whip but Sloan pivots around reversing the momentum sending Ramblin’ Man hard across the ring and into the unforgiving turnbuckle. Follow up splash and as Ramblin’ Man stumbles out holding his back and chest he catches a boot to his wide open midsection that doubles him over. Quickly stepping up and loading him up, Sloan hooks both of Ramblin’ Man’s arms behind his back butterfly style, locking his hands together and arching backwards he flips him over with a double under hook suplex.]

Michael Woods: Sloan is back to his feet looking to follow up on his momentum by circling around to the feet of Ramblin’ Man.

[Scooping up the legs of his opponent and threading his foot between them like a needle, Sloan crosses the legs overtop and looking for a sharpshooter, he instead takes a shot to the head that rocks him backwards causing him to the break the hold before it can even he fully cinched in.]

Michael Woods: Punch to the face, the universal counter maneuver.

Vinny Campone: If that’s a counter, my boys in Brooklyn are masters of counter wrestling if ya know what I mean? BAM!

[Ramblin’ Man gets to his feet while Sloan remains dazed from the fist to the face. Ramblin’ Man approaches with an attempted double axe handle shot but gets caught with a quick delivered back breaker by Sloan instead. With tunnel vision firmly setting his sights on the submission victory Sloan once again finds himself at the feet of Ramblin’ Man and once again tries to thread the needle for a sharpshooter. As Sloan attempts to turn his opponent over he loses focus on the upper body of his victim and gets caught with a small package variation for the pin attempt.]

Referee: 1… 2…

Michael Woods: Sloan kicks out with authority. Look at the look of shock and frustration on the face of the Dark Horse.

Mike Sloan: DAMN IT!

[Both men reach their feet simultaneously as an embarrassed Sloan charges at Ramblin’ Man he is quickly scooped up across his shoulder. Ramblin’ Man charges towards a corner looking for a roll of the dice but Sloan wiggles himself free. Sliding down his opponent’s back and landing behind him he uses his opponent’s momentum against him and sends him sternum first into the hard turnbuckle.]

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

Michael Woods: This match is going back and forth more than the chants of the split crowd here to watch the NAWA’s first inter-promotional extravaganza.

[Sloan follows up quickly slipping his head beneath the arm of Ramblin’ Man and wrapping his arms around his waist he hooks him for what appears to be a side suplex but instead runs him crotch first into the top turnbuckle. Hooking the feet of his opponent around the top rope turnbuckle bolt he flings him down in the prone position that is the tree of woe.]

Michael Woods: What does Mike have planned for Ramblin’ Man here?

Vinny Campone: Ramblin’ Man’s gonna get messed up!

[Sloan backs into the corner, opposite his hung up opponent with a sly grin across his face. The Dark Horse pauses just for a moment.]

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

[Dashing across the ring Sloan drops down into a baseball slide, drilling his feet into the exposed face of The Ramblin’ Man with a baseball slide dropkick that rocks the head of Ramblin’ Man, putting out the lights. Climbing back to his feet Sloan unhooks the legs of his limp opponent dropping him down to the mat he drags him from the corner and flipping him onto his back he drops down for the pin attempt, hooking the leg.]

Referee: 1… 2…

[Kick out.]

Referee: [TWO!]

Michael Woods: Sloan is wasting no time in going for another win attempt immediately as he goes right back to the well, looking for the sharpshooter again.

[Scooping up the legs of Ramblin’ Man with split second quickness Sloan loops them around his leg and spins him over onto his belly arching back, pulling on the legs of his opponent and curving and contorting his spine he sinks it in deep.]

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

Michael Woods: Ramblin’ Man is emphatically shaking his head “no”, refusing to give in.

[Sloan rocks back and forth putting extreme, undo pressure on the knees and spine of The Ramblin’ Man.]

Michael Woods: Sloan has done a great job punishing the back of Ramblin’ Man throughout this match and no he’s looking to exploit that for the victory.

[Pissed at the refusal of Ramblin’ Man to give up, Sloan takes his free hand and begins to punish the knees and torso of Ramblin’ Man with punches and blows to his knee and rib cage and lower back. Each blow bringing a gasp and painful grunt from Ramblin’ Man who is desperately clawing his way towards the ropes.]

Michael Woods: Sloan is desperately looking to end this match, the flurry of blows and continual deepening and tightening of this hold are both brutal and vicious. He wants this match over and he wants it ended now.

Vinny Campone: Sloan is not the man who is desperate in that ring, look at the face of that goon Ramblin’ Man, he’s practically crying he’s in so much pain and just look at the frantic scratching and clawing he’s doing to desperately get to the ropes for the cheap way out. It’s desperate and pathetic.

[Ramblin’ Man continues to attempt to fend off the blows of Sloan while crawling towards the ropes, moving at a snail pace he inches closer and closer towards the ropes. Digging in deep and yelling out in pain Ramblin’ Man finally lunges with all his weight and momentum and snags the bottom rope with his right hand causing the referee to call for the break, infuriating Mike Sloan.]

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

Referee: 1…2….3…4…

Michael Woods: Sloan hung on to that hold as long as he legally could, ripping and tearing at the legs of Ramblin’ Man.

[Sloan grabs hold of Ramblin’ Man yanking him loose from the ropes he goes right back to the sharpshooter but is quickly kicked off by Ramblin’ Man as he crashes down to his back.]

Vinny Campone: Sloan was inches away from victory and now he’s back at square one… sucks to be him.

[Ramblin’ Man limps up to his feet and catches a charging Sloan with a back elbow to the butt of the jaw. Sloan goes down and quickly pops back up. Sloan charges in again taking an elbow to the forehead, once again dropping him to the mat.]

Vinny Campone: Sloan’s bouncing up and down like one of them there children’s punching buddy things, ya know the clowns that bounce back up after the kids punch them down.

[And just like the clown Vinny was talking about Sloan pops right back up to his feet, this time he walks more deliberately towards his foe but still takes a shot to the head as Ramblin’ Man unleashes several quick jabs in rapid succession. After five or six blows from his left hand he grabs a handful of hair with that same jabbing hand and winding up delivers a big-time shot with his right hand that sends Sloan into an out of control, spinning and twisting mass of humanity flying through the air. Sloan carelessly careens into the ring ropes landing throat first across the tope rope he bounces back up off the ropes and spinning around stumbles right into a tornado punch from the Ramblin’ Man that sends him sputtering to the ground in a heap.]

Split Crowd: BAD ASS WRESTLING! BAD ASS WRESTLING!

Split Crowd: ALL-STAR WRESTLING! ALL-STAR WRESTLING!

Vinny Campone: A flurry of furious fists to the face have sent Sloan flying to the mat.

Michael Woods: Wow… you have a way with words, I’m glad you got to the F section of the dictionary bud.

[Sloan drops to his knees, kneeling beside Sloan, he widens and expands the fingers on his hand as wide as he can then thrusts his hand down onto the forehead of Sloan locking in the dreaded Von Erich Clawhold he squeezes the temples and cranium of his opponent as Sloan’s feet kick in agony he rocks back and forth in an attempt to get up and shake off the hold.]

Michael Woods: Sloan is trying feverishly to break the grip of the Ramblin’ Man.

[Sloan stumbles his way up to his feet with an adrenaline rush only to collapse quickly down to his knees and then down to his back where his shoulders lay on the mat and the referee makes the count on the pin attempt.]

Referee: 1…2…

Michael Woods: Sloan gets his shoulder up off the mat but has still yet to break the clawhold.

[Sloan slowly rises up to his feet with a grimace on his face he delivers and elbow to the gut of Ramblin’ Man breaking the hold. Sloan hits the ropes and comes off looking to hit some sort of offence he instead charges right back into the claw hold that sends him right back down to his knees in pain.]

Michael Woods: This match has been back and forth like a pendulum. After being inches away from victory Sloan now finds himself at the mercy of Ramblin’ Man’s claw hold.

[Sloan reaches up desperately and jams his thumb into the eye of Ramblin’ Man once again breaking the deadly squeeze that was one his head. As Ramblin’ Man limps away Sloan spins him around but gets caught with a boot to the gut for his effort. Ramblin’ Man locks in a front chancery and loops Sloan’s arm over head, yanking up on the tights Ramblin’ Man lifts Sloan part way into the air, dropping his legs across the top rope for a rebound effect and added momentum Ramblin’ Man slings Sloan back with a vicious suplex.]

Michael Woods: Slingshot suplex by Ramblin’ Man and he floats over into the quick cover.

Referee: 1… 2…

[Kick out.]

Referee: [TWO!]

[Ramblin’ Man pulls the prone body of Sloan up to his feet, lifting him up across his shoulder looking to launch him like a spear. Sloan slips down behind Ramblin’ Man and quickly scoops him up across his back like a torture rack looking for his burning hammer finisher. As he spins the feet of Ramblin’ Man connect with the head of the referee knocking him down. Sloan delivers the Scorned out of desperation knocking Ramblin’ Man out and falling back onto his back, he himself incapacitated.]

Michael Woods: The referee is down, Ramblin’ Man is down, Mike Sloan is down. EVERYBODY’S DOWN!!

[Cue "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns-n-Roses]

[With nobody standing in the ring the fans stand to their feet looking up the ramp they see as does the camera once it gains the same view, that the devil in white Armani himself Mr. Batee is charging to the ring, wielding a steel chair, looking to help, presumably his BACW star, Mike Sloan. The crowd’s reaction is split 50/50 between boos and cheers as Batee makes his way to the ring and hops up on the apron.]

Mr. Batee: MIKE! MIKE! Get up! Dang it boy! Get on your FEEEEEEEET!!!!! What the...?

[From behind Batee is pulled from the apron and the chair is pulled from his hands by none other than, CASW owner Scott Fox...]

[Cue up More Human than Human]

Crowd: [BOO!]

Mr. Batee: Give me that dang chair Fox!

Scott Fox: NO!

[As the two men begin a shoving match up from the crowd comes Project X’s Lee Riel, as he hops the rail, he slithers into the ring and pulling Sloan up to his feet.]

Michael Woods: LEE RIEL IS HERE!

Crowd: [Ass-hoole! Ass-hoole! Ass-hoole!]

[Riel hooks Sloan in a cravat, wrapping his leg around the inside of the leg and around the calf of the Dark Horse Lee...]

[CRaCK!]

[...snaps forward with what can only be described as a combination Diamond Cutter/Stroke/Snap-mare/DDT as he sends the top of Sloan’s head hard into the mat after a front legs weep. Sloan’s skull cracks off the canvas with such impact that he pounces off the mat and rolls onto his back prone.]

Michael Woods: What the hell?

Vinny Campone: What a move!

[Lee slides out of the ring in between the bickering owners as he engages in a stare down with Mr. Batee. Brad's face turns red with fury as he looks like he’s about to explode.]

Mr. Batee: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[Getting up on the apron to beg Sloan to get up, Batee looks back only to see the Canadian Wrestle-God nodding his head.

Lee Riel: [Sly grin]

[Riel slowly makes his way back up the aisle as Scott Fox pulls the chair out of Batee’s hands once again. Clicking back into focus, Batee begins to tussle over the chair with Scott again as the referee regains consciousness.]

Michael Woods: Ramblin’ Man’s crawling into the cover and Sloan still hasn't moved an inch!

Vinny Campone: The gold's coming home to Canada!

Michael Woods: Coming home? You're not Canadian...

Vinny Campone: I'm Brooklyn Canadian.

Referee: 1… 2…

Mike Sloan: NO!

Michael Woods: KICK OUT!????? WHOA! Sloan barely gets his shoulder up and only did due to the slow cadence of the dazed referee’s count.

Ramblin Man: FOX! Get the hell off the apron!

[Ramblin’ Man rises up to his feet spotting the argument between the owners he goes to try and calm down the situation peaking his head between the ropes Fox yanks violently on the chair as Batee lets it loose and the steel clangs against the skull of Ramblin’ Man sending him stumbling back into a tights and ropes assisted roll up from Sloan as the referee makes the count.]

Referee: 1…2…

Michael Woods: He's got the ropes!!!

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Michael Woods: Sloan stole this one, and my God, Mike Sloan’s is the first ever NAWA World Heavyweight Champion.

[Falling to both knees on the logo, Sloan covers his eyes with his hands and falls back into frog position. Rising to his feet with tears in his eyes, he yanks the title away from the referee, and kisses the face plate.]

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Announcer: The winner of this match and… NEW NORTH AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLIANCE WOOOOOOOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE DARK HORSE” MIKE SLOAN!!!

Crowd: [Applauds out of respect.]

[On the outside, Mr. Batee runs up the isle like proud father screaming all the way. Disappearing through the curtains, we are only a few second behind Mr. Batee who is now in the process of answering his cell phone.]

Mr. Batee: Zipty Doo Dah! Zippty day! Hello? [Pause] You're here in the building? I thought you weren't going to show? [Pause] These regional bone heads have been hounding like dogs! [Pause] Trust me; I'm excited that you even considered my offer. [Pause] He's in the ring right now. [Pause] He did win. [Pause] Of course you have...

[Batee finally realizes the camera is on him.]

Mr. Batee: HEY! What the hell! Look baby, I got a go! Do your thing and let's...

[As the camera cuts off, we see a large cloaked figure approach Batee from the back and just as we are about to pan up from his cowboy boots, the feed cuts out. Inside the ring, Mike Sloan has finally gotten his hand raised in victory, and just as he's about to make his exit, the lights once again dim down and the all "Seeing Eye" engulfs the big screen. Sloan has a confused look on his face as it is now apparent that the mystery person is neither Eric Dane nor Matt McClain.]

Michael Woods: Enough already, it's time for this "Voice" crap to come to an end! I don't normally curse by I have had it with this "Voice."

Vinny Campone: Well I guess it's safe to say that it isn't Dane or McClain. But there is a slight chance that it's the phone sex chick I date once a month.

Michael Woods: You're complete sick do you know that?

Vinny Campone: My guidance counselor mentioned something about that...

Voice: Mike Sloan, I guess the hope of the wrestling world is now in your hands.

[The little girl's voice does nothing to help anyone on the identity of the mystery person.]

Voice: Tell us Mike, did you just win the NAWA world heavyweight title for the good of the wrestling business, or the good of Mike Sloan?

[As Sloan stands there, he tries everything in his power to figure out who this person is. The victory has been ruined and inside the ring with a million things racing through his mind, the crafty Sloan has been caught off guard.]

Voice: You find yourself in a position now to do right by the business that I love so much, or will you be like Eric Dane, and do wrong by it?

Vinny Campone: I wish this jackass would show himself.

Voice: Sloan, I hope that you take this opportunity to re-unite the wrestling world instead of continuing to let it split further apart.

Michael Woods: What is he talking about? Split apart?

Voice: You see Sloan; you have something in common with Dane, McClain, and me.

Michael Woods: The mystery person has something in common with Dane, McClain, and Sloan?

Vinny Campone: It's either that or the Voice is saying Dane and McClain sound like little girls on the mic.

Voice: Just like you, I too had been in the NeWA and WfWA along with Dane and McClain... but the difference between you three and me...

[Instead of saying another word, "Turn the Page" by Bob Seger begins to play and a male figure steps out onto the entrance ramp. The whole arena erupts into cheers as Sloan's face changes to amazement.]

Crowd: [Biggest pop of the night!] Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!

Michael Woods: OH MY GOD!!!

Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!

Vinny Campone: YOU'RE KIDDING ME!!

Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!

[Standing on the entrance ramp is none other than former World Heavyweight champion of the NeWA, and the WfWA "The Natural" Mike Bell.]

Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!

Vinny Campone: MIKE BELL IS HERE!!!???

Michael Woods: This is Mr. Batee's big surprise!!! I don't believe it! The mad scientist of wrestling had everyone believe his big draw was going to be Eric Dane but in reality, it was one of the biggest legends of all time; Mike Bell!

[Not saying anything, he just stares directly back at Sloan, whose face is now filled with confusion. Catching wind that Mike Bell is on the entrance ramp, Candice Hoffman is able to gather her wits and sprints to Bell's side.]

Candice Hoffman: Mike Bell, Mike Bell. Why are you here? Did you sign a BACW contract? What region will you represent? Why are you here?

[Without taking his eyes off of Sloan, Bell smiles and points up towards the big screen which now has the NAWA world heavyweight title on it.]

Candice Hoffman: [Looking at the big screen.] You're here for the world title?

[Without saying a word, Bell simply turns around and walks away leaving Candice alone on the entrance ramp, Sloan in the ring, and the wrestling world with a lot of questions.]

end Big 3 Pay-per-view