1/6/99

EWA Presents Live from the

Tingley Coliseum in Alberquerque, NM

The camera pans to the outside if the Tingley Coliseum. A red Mustang GT pulls into the back parking lot. It comes to a halt and out steps Johnny Sledge and Shawn Griffin, the team known as Corporate Insurrection. Sledge is dressed in a pair of jeans and black leather jacket and Griffin has on a jogging suit. They are both carrying large duffels bags. They begin walking towards the wrestler's entrance to the arena but Griffin stops.

Griffin: "Damnit. I forgot something in the car. I gotto go back!"

Sledge: "You want me to wait?"

Griffin: "Nah! You go ahead and I'll be right in."

Sledge: "Alright Bro! Tonight should be a great night. One step closer to the tag title. See you in a few."

Sledge and Griffin slap hands and Sledge continues into the arena while Griffin backtracks to the car. Just as Sledge goes through the door you hear someone yell "Get him!" Three figures run out and grab Griffin. One of the men throws Griffin face first into a wall. Griffin falls to the ground and all three men start to pound on him. The camera gets closer and you can see that the three men are Cyris, Irish Rebel and Tommy Grayson.

Cyris and Rebel are holding up Griffin as Grayson delivers some karate kicks to his chest and abdomen. They drag Griffin who is trying to struggle over to Sledge's Mustang. Cyris and Rebel throw Griffin at the car and Griffin goes face first through the driver side window. Griffin's head is covered in blood and the alarm begins to sound on the car as Cyris grabs Griffin and picks him up. Cyris powerbombs Griffin onto the hood of Sledge's car. Griffin lays unconscious as security runs out and the three members of DI run off.

Richard Riley: "Oh my God! What a way to kick off the show. DI has done a number on Shawn Griffin and may have ruined Corporate insurrection's chance at the tag titles!"

Wayne Rothschild: "That's just like DI to always stick their noses in. No members of DI are scheduled for the show tonight and they don't even have a team in the tag title tournament."

Richard Riley: "I guess Sledge and Griffin were getting to be a threat to DI so just like the cowards they are they sneak attack Griffin."

Wayne Rothschild: "Well, Richard, some things never change. Let's talk about the show for this evening."

Richard Riley: " We have a great show for tonight as the semi-finals of the tag team tournament and then the rematch for the Cruiserweight title in our main evnet."

Wayne Rothschild: "Don't we have a few new wrestlers making debuts tonight?"

Richard Riley: "Yes we do. In fact we are ready for the first of two debuts tonight. Let's go down to the ring as Dr. Silver takes on Joker."

" Boogie Woogie Wu " by the Insane Clown Posse blares out over the audio system and the crowd goes insane just for the song, and not the wrestler.

Timothy Braddock: Making his way down the aisle, he is the jester of the EWA, standing at 6'3" inches and weighing in at 263 pounds. Here is JOKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd is semi - erratic but not that much excited as the crazy man runs down the aisle jumping up and down and demanding the applause of the crowd...and then from nowhere, a egg is thrown at the funny man, then another, and another.

Timothy Braddock: Please stop, or we cannot continue......

The crowd chants....YOU SUCK........YOU SUCK.......YOU SUCK!! then " Dumb " by Garbage blares out as the crowd seems to take to him more.

Timothy Braddock: Making his way at this time, standing at 6'2 inches and weighing in at 236 pounds, the intern surgeon of pain in the EWA here is the cold and brutual....DR SILVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

The man walks out with a bag of death and makes his way to the bag as the crowd goes nuts for this type of style...Silver makes his way and removes his face mask and runs his thumb across his throat as he points to Joker as the crowd erupts. Joker not wasting anytime to find out rushes at Silver who WHACKS!!!!!!! him with his bag and down goes Joker. The crowd loves it as Silver takes out a brick and a pair of scissors and kneels down and starts to cut at Joker's clothes and the Joker flips out and kicks Silver in the mouth. Silver is rolling around holding his mouth as blood trickles out. Silver gets to his feet and Joker levels him with a dropkick, Joker quick to his feet again sets him up but as he jumps with the kick, Silver grabs Joker's feet and instaniously puts Joker in a spin and lets him go as Joker flies through the ropes and hits his head against the guard rail. Dr. Silver lets out a maniacal laugh and hits the outside and grabs a chair and places it against Joker's face and then turns away and looks at the crowd which chant back....EWA!!!!!!!!!!EWA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EWA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Silver runs at him and WHACK!!!!!!! right in his face with his knee against the chair as Joker's hand drop to the sides and start to tremble.

Silver tosses Joker back in the ring and walks around him , laughing at him , he then sets up to the top ropes and laughs at him and lets loose a holler and jumps down BUT JOKER ROLLS AWAY. Silver hit head first as he tried a flying headbutt. Silver is holding his head as Joker gets up and shakes it off and stands up and tries a bunch of punches and kicks and connects.....Silver is down........Joker looks around and stands right over Silver......HOCUS POCUS!!!!!!!! IT's OVER!!!!!!

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3!!!!! NO, SILVER KICKED OUT. Joker is flipping out. He yells at the ref for the slow count. Joker turns around after pushing the ref and irish whips Silver into the ropes, goes for the clothesline and Silver ducks....Joker turns around.....Silver with a kick to the gut.....WHITE TRASH WIPEOUT!!!!!!!! WHITE TRASH WIPEOUT!!!!!!! Silver goes for the cover........

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Silver gets on his knees and reaches into his bag and takes out the scissors again and starts to cut off Joker's clothes and then grabs a spray can and sprays..........." THE DOCTOR'S IN " and laughs a maniacal laugh and leaves.

Richard Riley : WHAT A MATCH FOR SILVER....he will definitely be a threat in time.

Wayne Rothschild: "Silver did look pretty strong but then again he was wrestling Joker. I'd probably pick you to beat him. Well, let's not got that far. Anyway Dr. Silver makes a successful debut in the EWA and looks to move up in the rankings.

Richard Riley: "Newt up we have a special in ring appearance from our new EWA Television Champion, the man known as Roadkill."

Wayne Rothschild: "Roadkill shocked the world when he upset Tommy Grayson. Let's go see what's on his mind!"

The lights go out, and begins flickering to the drums of "The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson. The crowd begins cheering for the newly-crowned EWA Television Champion: ROADKILL! He walks to the ring in black jeans and a black t-shirt with a red EWA logo on the back. He grabs a mic from the announcer, and rolls under the ropes into the ring, raising the T.V. Title into the air.

Roadkill: "And so begins a new era in the EWA. What a way to kick off 1999, don't ya think?"

The crowd goes wild

Roadkill: "Hell yeah! Now I figure since your new Television Champ didn't get a match tonight, he might as well make his damn presence felt! You know, ever since last Extreme Measures, the 'Killer's been continually asked: do you feel you deserve to have that Title around your waist? Well let me just say, I took Tommy Grayson blow for blow, move for move, and however the match would've ended, I'd be holding the Television Title in my hands. And the fact of the matter is, the only difference now is that Grayson's got an excuses to whine and cry about. Period. So I sure as Hell think I deserve this strap, and I'm gonna keep on proving it as I plow through every goddamn contender that steps in my way until I get my shot at the World Title!"

The crowd cheers.

Roadkill: "Now, as far as I'm concerned, I owe jack shit to Johnny Sledge and the Corporate Insurrection. Like I said, I would've taken my title whether or not you made your presence felt. But I always WAS the appreciative type, so thanks. But guess what? I'm also the type that hates people that stick their noses into my business. So don't don't make a habit of it, 'cause you cross my path, you become roadkill! And that goes for every other piece of trash that thinks he can challenge the 'Killer! I ain't no one-day wonder, the 'Killer is for real. I plan on keeping gold around my waist for a goddamn long time. This is 1999, the year of the 'Killer-time to insurrect a new era in the EWA..."

With that, he throws the mic back to the announcers and leaves.

Wayne Rothschild: " Some strong comments from the new TV champion. Let's see if he can get past a another up and coming star this Sunday, Myke Fury at the pay per view."

Richard Riley: "Roadkill may be the shortest lived TV champion if he's not careful. Fury has looked pretty good lately. Next up is debut of another recent addition to the EWA "family" The man known as "Fox" makes his debut."

Wayne Rothschild: "I don't know what it is but something about this guy bothers me. He just seems odd!"

Richard Riley: "It's not like people who become pro wrestlers are the most normal guys but I think I know what you mean. There is something in his eyes that just unnerves you. Let's go see if this guy is as scary in the ring as out."

"Extremist" JT Welsh is standing in the corner being checked by the referee, as the theme from the movie "Halloween" begins to play over the PA system. The arena lights begin to flicker as the man known as "Fox" Hans Taubman begins to walk to the ring. Fox walks down to the ring, a small smile on his face. He climbs into the ring and stands motionless in the corner waiting for the bell to ring.

The bell rings and the match is underway. Welsh comes flying out of his corner, running straight at Fox. He launches himself at his opponent attempting to connect with a quick clothesline. Fox calmly sidesteps causing Welsh to hit the corner. Welsh hits the back of his head on the mat. Fox picks up his opponent and nonchalantly tosses him across the ring.

Welsh shakes off the cobwebs and returns to his feet. The two men begin to circle. They lock up and Welsh executes a quick arm drag, followed by a hip toss. Fox rolls to his feet just as Welsh clotheslines him from behind! Fox is planted into the mat face first, and comes up with a bloody lip! Fox turns toward Welsh and... smiles? He's licking his lip!

Welsh dashes forward for another clothesline, but Fox steps to the side, grabs the arm, and does an arm bar takedown! The ref asks Welsh if he gives, but Welsh shakes his head! Fox is grinning, pulling back on the arm, and Welsh looks like he's about to tap out... WAIT!! Fox has let him go! Welsh stands, holding his arm, and Fox hits him with a dropkick! Welsh hits the ropes and falls over... right on Fox?! The ref counts the pin...

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No! Fox LIFTS Welsh off of him and tosses him aside, laughing. He goes and stands in a corner, Crossing his arms and smirking at the other man. Welsh gets up and charges... Fox sidesteps AGAIN! OH, he hit the same shoulder that Fox was working on earlier... that has GOT to be painful! Welsh drops to the mat, clutching his shoulder, and Fox grabs him, stands him up... He's putting on the Bloodchiller! Welsh is SCREAMING in pain, and the ref can't get an answer out of him! Finally Welsh nods vigorously. He submits!

WINNER: Hans "Fox" Taubmann via Bloodchiller

The ref motions for Fox to let go, but he shakes his head, grinning... he's applying more pressure! The ref is screaming at him, trying to pull him off the screaming Welsh, but Fox knocks him away with a shoulder... he's still putting on pressure...

*CRUNCH*

Wayne Rothschild: "For this next match, I'd like to welcome the incredibly beautiful and lovely Crystal Laine to the broadcast booth. Sorry, Richard Come back later!"

Richard Riley exits the booth as Crystal Laine walks in.

Crystal Laine: "Hi, baby! Hi, EWA!"

Wayne Rothschild: "Welcome to the show! [leans over and gives Crystal a kiss on the cheek] What did you think of that last match, Crystal?"

Crystal Laine: "All I have to say is I feel sorry for the next person who runs into that Taubmann guy..."

Wayne Rothschild: "Yeah. He is kind of scary. He seemed kind of "off" when I interviewed him but I figured he might bring some more ratings in. What the hell. We should be safe since neither of us are wrestlers but yes I do feel sorry for his next opponent."

Crystal Laine: "Speaking of no longer safe... didn't you have something to share, tiger? [winks, nips at his nose]"

Wayne Rothschild: "Ummm...[smiles] Well, I might as well let the cat out of the bag. Crystal and I have known each other for some time now. I'm the kind of guy that likes to keep my private life away from the ring but I am very proud to announce that over the New Years weekend, I asked Crystal to marry me and she accepted. [kisses Crystal full on the lips] I love you!"

Crystal Laine: "I love you, too, Loco-motion... now, let's see what ELSE we can show the fans?"

Wayne Rothschild: "Umm...Here! You naughty girl [blushes] Oh you mean the ring! Show em the rock baby!"

Crystal Laine: "[Holds up a rather LARGE diamond, grinning happily.] And speaking of rings, why don't we get to the next match so I can... give Wayne his wedding gift early..."

Wayne Rothschild: "Hehehehe. Boy, Christmas just keeps giving and giving this year. Let's go to ring for the first of our two semi-final matches in the tag tournament. Come here, baby!"

Crystal Laine: "Mmmm... here.. and under there... and over there..."

Wayne Rothschild: "Oooh...Oh...Cut to the damn ring already!!!!"

Boos echo throughout the arena as the team of Elite from the Street makes their way down to the ring. They enter the ring, and the music fades into "Return of the Phantom Stranger" by Rob Zombie but the boos still remain. Drifter and Violent Dark appear from behind the curtain and the boos grow even louder. The Death Row team slowly walks down to the aisle, while DP and Walker anxiously await their arrival to the ring. Drifter and VD get to the ringside area, but seeing their opponents are ready to pounce, they decide to rethink their entrance into the ring. They demand that the ref back DP and Walker up before they enter the ring. The ref tries to ask DP and Walker to back off but all he gets back are insults. The two of them make a grave mistake and turn their attention away from their opponents, when they turn to argue with the ref. This was the opening that Drifter and VD were looking for and jump into the ring and attack DP and Walker from behind. They begin a merciless beat down of these two as the ref calls for the bell to signal the start of the match.

Drifter and VD are apparently trying to exact some revenge for their fallen comrade, Pimp Daddy J. I doubt if they keep up this onslaught the Elite from the Street tag team will last much longer. Drifter picks up DP, and presses him high over his head. He then turns and drops him stomach first over the top rope. DP only gets a moment of freedom, because Drifter almost immediately follows in with a vicious elbow to the back of the head of DP, which sends him crashing back down to the mat. He then rolls him out of the ring and leaves the ring himself and the match is finally one on one.

Walker connects with a desperation low blow, and VD crumbles right to the mat. Walker slowly makes it to his feet, and before VD can get up completely he connects with a running clothesline which sends VD spiraling back to the mat. Walker then connects with a standing leg drop onto VD. He then makes a quick cover.

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2… strong kick out by VD.

Walker puts VD in a rear chin lock and tries to keep him down. Slowly VD gets back to his feet and is able to position himself so be able to whip Walker into the ropes. Drifter pulls down the top rope and Walker flies out of the ring.

VD first distracts the ref while Drifter gets in a few shots on Walker. The ref turns just as Drifter lets up the beating. Now DP tries to help his partner out, but the ref sees him and pulls him back to his corner. This gives both members of the Death Row team a chance to double team Walker. VD first hits a baseball slide onto Walker, which sends him crashing into the guardrail. Drifter instantly picks him and whips him hard into the ring steps. The steps jar loose as the back of Walker crashes into the steps.

Drifter picks up and throws Walker back into the ring, just as the ref turns back to them. He questions if Drifter did anything, but all he gets from Drifter is a shrug of the shoulders. VD tries to pick up Walker, but Walker is virtually unconscious. VD tries one more time before just giving up and rolling him over and going for the pin.

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Drifter enters the ring, but is held back by the ref. VD turns his attention back to Walker and is about to go for another pin. What nobody has noticed is that DP has gone out of the ring and is searching for something out of the ring. Before the ref can count the pin attempt, DP and Drifter start to enter the ring, but the ref only sees Drifter. While he tries to stop him from entering, DP enter the ring… with the Pimp Stick!

DP taps VD on the shoulder with it and just as he gets up he is cracked on the head with the Pimp Stick. DP rolls Walker out of the ring and covers VD. The ref turns and before he can even make a count Drifter enters the ring and grabs DP pulls him up and connects with the Social Outcast. He then makes the cover, and the ref has no choice but to make the count.

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Winners: Advancing to the Finals - Death Row.

Wayne Rothschild: "That was a big win for Death Row! They move on to the finals of the tag team tournament. Oh, Richard! You're back!"

Richard Riley: "Yes, sire and let me be the first to congratulate you on your upcoming marriage."

Wayne Rothschild: "Thank you! Crystal's a hand full but I love her and it's time to settle down. I assume you'll be coming to the wedding!"

Richard Riley: "I wouldn't miss it boss!"

Wayne Rothschild: "You always were such as kiss ass, Richard but we'd be honored if you attended!"

Richard Riley: "Any chance of being in the wedding party?"

Wayne Rothschild: "Don't push your luck! Get to the next match!"

Richard Riley: "Okay then! Let's go see if Shawn Griffin is in any condition to wrestle. Corporate Insurrection takes on South Syndicate Soldiers in the second of our semi-final matches! Down to the ring!"

"Epic" by Faith No More begins to blast through the arena. The fans jump to their feet in anticipation of the extremely popular Johnny Sledge and his up and coming partner Shawn Griffin. Sledge comes out wearing "Corporate Insurrection" T-Shirt. He slap hands with the fans as they run down to the ring. He vaults over the top rope and then climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms as the crowd cheers louder. Griffin apparently is too injured from the attack earlier that night to wrestle.

Faith No More is replaced by Matchbox 20 as "Push" begins to play over the loud speakers. The team of Kenneth Morlock and Matt Allen emerge from the entranceway to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Morlock and Allen both have cocky looks on their faces and neither man seems to care whether the fans are cheering or booing at them. They slowly make their way to the ring and climb in, waiting for the match to begin.

The match starts out with Sledge and Allen in the ring. The two men begin to circle. Sledge seems hesitant to lock up with the much bigger man. After a few moments, the two men lock up. Sledge begins to struggle against the stronger man. Allen shrugs Sledge off, sending him to the mat. Sledge scrambles to his feet as Allen makes a move towards him.

Sledge goes over his corner to plan his strategy while Allen waits impatiently in the center of the ring. The two men circle. They go to tie up but Sledge ducks under and lands repeated punches to Allen's face. Sledge unleashes a standing dropkick that staggers the big man. Sledge runs into the ropes and goes for a cross body block. Allen catches him and nails a painful back breaker.

Allen drags Sledge over to his corner and tags in Morlock. Allen holds up Sledge's arm as Morlock lays a boot to his opponent's ribs. Morlock locks on an abdominal stretch. Sledge lets out a yelp of pain but refuses to submit. Morlock reaches back and grabs hands with Allen to increase the tension. The referee walks around to check but the SSS are one step ahead and Morlock and Allen release hands before the referee can see. The ref goes to check on Sledge and SSS resume their illegal double-teaming. The referee goes to check and this time catches them. He orders Morlock to release his hold and he complies.

Morlock begins to stomp on Sledge's back and rib area. Morlock picks up Sledge for a scoop slam. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and flies off for an elbow drop but Sledge moves out of the way. Sledge staggers to his feet and runs at Morlock for a clothesline. Sledge is slow to follow up but is able to catch Morlock with a boot then runs into the ropes and connects with an axe kick to the back of Morlock's neck. Sledge goes for a cover…

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Kick out by Morlock. Sledge goes to pick up Morlock but gets a thumb to the eye. Morlock goes over and tags in Allen. Allen runs in and goes for a clothesline but Sledge ducks under and catches Allen with an enziguri kick. Sledge lets out a yell. He climbs to the top rope and flies off and connects with a missile dropkick that rocks the big man.

The crowd starts to cheer as a battered and beaten looking Shawn Griffin starts to hobble down to the ring. He can hardly move and has a bandage wrapped around his head. He continues to walk down to the ring and the referee runs out of the ring. He goes over to Griffin and tells him that he should go back to the locker room but Griffin resists. Someone jumps over the ring railing. It's Roadkill. He grabs Morlock's leg and pulls him off the apron. Morlock is caught by surprise and attempts to throw a punch. Roadkill blocks it, nails a boot to Morlock's midsection and then nails the Roadkiller. Morlock is down as Roadkill hops back into the stands.

Griffin makes it up onto the ring apron as Sledge has Allen in a headlock. Allen throws off Sledge into the ropes. Griffin makes a tag unbeknownst to Sledge. Sledge comes back and Allen backdrops Sledge out of the ring. Allen turns around only to be met with a flying elbow from Griffin.

Griffin hammers some shots to Allen's head. He whips Allen into the ropes and lead frogs over. Griffin is wobbly from the early beating and this allows All to nail him with a clothesline. Allen picks up Griffin and nails his patented piledriver. Griffin is out and Allen goes for the cover. Sledge tries to climb back into the ring but Morlock is back up and stops him. The referee counts…

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Winners: Advancing to the Finals - South Syndicate Soldiers

Richard Riley: "A very valiant effort by Sledge but taking on too men is too much for most men."

Wayne Rothschild: "It looks like Griffin actually hurt his team more by coming out for the match. Sledge seemed to have things in hand until Griffin came out and made an ill-advised tag."

Richard Riley: "Sledge and Griffin will have their day but the finals at Yuletide Beatings will be Death Row versus the South Syndicate Soldiers for the tag teams titles."

Wayne Rothschild: "Speaking of title matches, let's get to our main event. This a big rematch for the Cruiserweight title."

Richard Riley: "Tyrant and Maverick have some unfinished business from their last match. Let's get down to the ring for this important match."

"Smack My Bitch Up" by Prodigy begins to blast the strobes lights begin to flash across the arena. The music plays for a moment before the Tyrant emerges from the entranceway. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp for a moment before Drifter and Violent Dark follow him out. The three men are wearing Death Row T-shirts and they all continue to mock the fans who are booing loudly as they walk down to the ring.

The speakers quiet before once again blasting into the "Launch" by Boston. The fans jump to their feet in anticipation of the very popular Cruiserweight champion known as the "Maverick." Blanchard comes out of the entrance to a deafening roar from the fans. He holds up the EWA Cruiserweight title over his head proudly. He slowly walks to the ring slapping hands with the many fans. He vaults over the top rope into the ring and climbs up one of the turnbuckles and holds the title belt over his head, which brings another roar from the fans.

Drifter and Violent Dark walk out of the ring and take seats near the timekeeper as the bell rings. The match starts out quickly as both men immediately beginning slugging away at each other. Both men seem to have some unfinished business from their previous match. Maverick whips Tyrant into the ropes. He leapfrogs over his opponent and then catches him with a hip toss. Tyrant is right back up and he runs directly at Mav. Mav drops down but Tyrant stops short and nails Maverick right in the face with a dropkick.

Tyrant quickly scales the ropes and waits for Maverick to get to his feet. He jumps off and catches Maverick with a flying head scissors. The momentum sends Maverick sliding under the bottom rope out of the ring. He lands right where Drifter and VD are sitting. Maverick gets to his feet and turns around waiting for either man to make a move. Both men raise their hands in a look of innocence like they have no intention of interfering. Maverick backs away from the two Death Row members. Tyrant takes a running start and leaps over top rope, nailing Maverick with a suicide dive just as he turns around.

Tyrant begins stomping on Maverick. He picks him up and slams him headfirst into the ring railing. He grabs Mav by the hair, picks him up and slams him down with a vertical suplex. The referee starts to yell at both men to get back into the ring. Tyrant jumps back into the ring. Maverick staggers to his feet. Tyrant scales the ropes again and flies off looking to hit a double axe handle. Maverick steps out of the way at the last second and Tyrant nails the ring railing.

Maverick grabs picks up Tyrant for an atomic drop but instead drops him crotch first across the metal railing. He lets out a loud yell and runs at Tyrant, knocking him off the railing with a clothesline. Maverick picks up Tyrant again in a front chancery but drops him forward so his midsection connects with the railing. Tyrant is laying cross-ways on the railing as Maverick climbs back onto the ring apron. He takes a running start and nails a flying leg drop across the back of Tyrant's neck.

Maverick grabs Tyrant and flings him back into the ring. He hops back onto the apron and uses the top rope to catapult himself back into the ring. He nails Tyrant with a splash and a cover.

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Tyrant lifts his shoulder up.

Maverick springs to his feet. He grabs Tyrant, whips him into the ropes and nails him with a vicious clothesline. Tyrant staggers to his feet and Mavericks hits him with several forearm smashes to the face. He whips Tyrant into the ropes again and nail a tilt-a-while back breaker. Maverick goes to the scale the ropes. He remains poised to strike on the top rope as Tyrant clumsily staggers to his feet. Maverick leaps off and attempts what looks like a flying huricanranna. Tyrant catches him and drops down for a devastating Liger bomb. He hold Maverick's legs for a pin attempt….

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Both men appear tired as a load commotion begins from the fans near entranceway. Da Playa and "Gangsta" Jimmy Walker both come out of the entranceway. They begin walking down to the ring. Drifter and Violent Dark get up and begin to walk towards them. Tyrant sees them and also exits the ring. The referee starts to yell at Tyrant to get back into the ring. He jumps out of the ring and gets between the members of Death Row and Elite from the Street.

Maverick staggers to his feet and goes over to the ropes, yelling for Tyrant to get back in the ring while the referee continues to argue with the five men outside the ring. Suddenly someone leaps out of the stands. It's the Irish Rebel. He grabs a chair and slides into the ring behind Maverick.

Rebel sneaks up behind Maverick and cracks him in the back of the head with the chair. Mav crumbles to the mat. Rebel picks him up and plants him on the top turnbuckle. He lays chair on the mat and then climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Irish Rebel nails Maverick with Irish Pride right on to the chair. Maverick looks out.

Rebel grabs the chair and jumps out of the ring as Elite from the Street begin to finally walk back to locker rooms. Tyrant and the referee return to the ring. Tyrant sees that Maverick is laying on the mat. He picks him up for a vertical suplex. He drops him down for a seated powerbomb. Tyrant just nailed the Pay Off. That’s is Maverick is not moving. Tyrant goes for the cover…

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Tyrant wins. He jumps up to his feet, realizing that he is the new EWA Cruiserweight champion. Drifter and Violent Dark jump into the ring to congratulate their stablemate. The referee raises Tyrant's arm and awards him the belt as the fans begin to boo. Maverick is on the mat not moving and EMTs come out to check on him.

Winner and New Cruiserweight Champion: Tyrant

Richard Riley: "Wow! We have a new Cruiserweight champion! Maverick is still not moving down in the ring as EMTs strap his to a gurney! I think He is hurt bad!"

Wayne Rothschild: "It appears that way. I hope he is okay but I don't think so. Anyway, Tyrant turns out to be the first person to bring gold to Death Row. Drifter looked pretty happy but he's got to feel a little low that the youngster brought gold to DR before he did."

Richard Riley: "Drifter may just bring more gold to Death Row if they are able to defeat SSS at the Pay Per View this Sunday."

Wayne Rothschild: "Well, that's all the time we have for tonight. Join us this Sunday for what could be the biggest event in EWA history. For Richard Riley, I'm Wayne Rothschild saying goodnight!"

Fade to Purple