Welcome to the Worcester Wrestling Authority!
Jul 21, 2008 17:35:27 GMT -5
Post by Tommy on Jul 21, 2008 17:35:27 GMT -5
*Cold Open. Wide shot of the DCU Center in Worcester, MA*
WWA Theme
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and Gentlemen...WELCOME to the DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts and tonight...the CENTER OF THE WRESTLING UNIVERSE as we present to you...LIVE on WCTR TV-3 here in WORCESTER...The Inaugural Presentation of the most anticipated Wrestling Company opening EVER! TONIGHT, is our introduction to the FULL ROSTER of the WORCESTER WRESTLING AUTHORITY! *I* am Tony Schiavone and I'm joined here at the announce table by Second-Generation Legend David Flair and Multiple Time World Heavyweight Boxing Champion..."IRON" MIKE TYSON!
Mike Tyson: Yo, Tony how come you introduce me last like that? I don't take kindly to your widiculous diswespect.
Schiavone: I'm sorry, Champ, I...didn't mean any disrespect. Usually being introduced last is an honor.
Tyson: Don't let it happen again Tony, I would hate to take this confwontation to a mow physical level.
Schiavone: I won't let it happen again, Champ. And now, let's introduce our third member of our announce team, the LEGENDARY David Flair!
David Flair: Do you like my crowbar?
Schavone: What?
D. Flair: I SAID DO YOU LIKE MY CROWBAR?!?!?
Schiavone: Uh, yes, it's a very nice crowbar.
D. Flair: One time, at wrestling camp, I put $.50 in a candy machine, and nothing came out, so I BROKE IT WITH MY CROWBAR!
Tyson: You know thas great David. It's a good way to break open those stupid candy machines without hurting your hand.
D. Flair: I know, right?
Tyson: One time, I punched one of those candy machines all the way into BOLIVIA!
D. Flair: *cackles manaically*
Tyson: PRAISE to ALLAH!
Schiavone: I am officially scared now.
Tyson: Don't be thcared Tony. I won't hurt you. Much.
D. Flair: CROWBAR!
Schiavone: Well, the time for talking is over, let's go to the ring, where Jeremy Borash is standing by...JB!
Jeremy Borash: Thank you, Tony. Ladies and Gentlemen at this time, I'd like to direct your attention to the ring area, as we are about to bring to you the WWA's OFFICIAL Roster Introduction, brought to you by Dunkin' Donuts, DCU, Bob's Discount Furniture, and Thompson's Clam Bar, and Giant Glass! And now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, the General Manager, and CEO of WWA Wrestling, and Worcester Resident...TOMMY DEUSSER!
Tommy Deusser's Entrance Music
*The capacity crowd rises to their feet as one in an uproarious cheer for the boss*
Tommy Deusser: Thank you! Thank you everyone! Thank you JB, and again, Thank you everyone for packing the DCU Center for a Roster Introduction. I mean, there's not even any matches and you still showed up. So credit to you fine folks and thank you!
Crowd: WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA!
Tommy: All right then, let's keep this excitement going, as I introduce to you our controversial number 1 draft pick, and the number 1 pick in the draft overall!
Crowd: *batshit*
Tommy: I had a vision for this company, and that's to bring you the very best in competition every night, and this gentleman is the best of all possible worlds...Workrate, check, Pedigree, check, Works the Mic? You know it. Ladies and Gentlemen, YOUR Number 1 draft pick...CHRIS...JERICHO!!!
Chris Jericho's Entrance Music
*Huge Pyro goes off and the is blowing the roof off the joint as Chris Jericho makes his way into the ring, where he takes a microphone*
Chris Jericho: Hey Assclowns!
*Mixed reaction from the crowd. Damned Smarks*
Jericho: Tommy Deusser, I'd just like to thank you for that kind introduction, now if you don't mind...would you please...SHUT. THE HELL. UP!
*cheers (sigh)*
Jericho: Because Douchebag, I don't need you or ANYONE ELSE to put me, Chris Jericho, over. You see, I'm the number one overall pick for a reason. I deserve it. I'm an 8-time WWF Intercontinental Champion. I'm the First ever...e-e-e-e-e-eVER Undisputed World Champion in WWF History. I RULED the WCW Cruiserweight division when the Orange Superman was making the World Belt worthless, and you see, it's not a fluke, it's not a mistake, and it's not "controversial" that *I* am the Number 1 pick. I'm the best in the World. I SHOULD be number one. I'll give you credit boss; you know that, and that's why you took me first.
Tommy: And if you call me "douchebag" again, Jericho, I'll send you to Serge's fed where you can job to Art Barr.
*crowd laughs and cheers*
Jericho: Fine. No dissing the boss. You see in my last job...
Tommy: See, he really *is* a douchebag.
*more cheers*
Jericho: Fine, anyway, there is one belt, that was just created, that's going to be more prestigious than all of them; the WWA World Championship. And I'm number one for a reason. That belt is MINE whenever I want it. So Locker Room, you are on notice, that if you think you're going to even get a shot at it...you're going through me first. And while I'm here, I'd like to introduce you to a few friends of mine. First of all, he's an AWA World Champion, has almost as many WWF IC titles as I do, and, best of all, he's Perfect. Give a big hand to Curt...HENNIG!
Curt Hennig's Entrance Music
*Cheers, mainly because he's been dead for like 5 years*
Curt Hennig: Chris thank you for that introduction. And I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. It boils to this. I am simply Perfect. I am Perfect in every way. There is nothing you...any of you, can do that I can't do better. Higher, Faster, Stronger...I am all of those.
Jericho: MONKEYS IN THE TRUCK! ROLL THAT CLIP!
*Jumbotron shows some clips from the Classic Hennig WWF Intro Vignettes*
Hennig: And I am STILL Perfect. I am EXACTLY what I say I am. I'm the perfect specimen, and I have proven it. I even DIED perfectly. I am Mr. Perfect. I am Curt Hennig, and the rest of you had better step aside. That is, except for my next friend, who's pretty perfect himself.
"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels Entrance Music
*Curry Man chant breaks out above the cheers. Stupid Smarks*
Christopher Daniels: Well, well, well...it looks like we've got ourselves quite a faction here don't we.
*Finally, some boos*
Daniels: Oh, that's right folks, Christopher Daniels is here to help make up the most accomplished, and quite simply, THE BEST group of wrestlers you've ever seen.
*Mixed reaction*
Daniels: Mr. Perfect, Curt Hennig. The legend, Chris Jericho, and, of course, the best pure wrestler in the game today; the Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels. Now, we've got three singles belts in this promotion; and I think we've got all three belts locked up right here; but we've also got some tag belts to deal with too. You think we forgot?
Yung Dragons Entrance Music
Daniels: Jimmy Yang...Jamie Gib-SAN...The JUNG DRAGONS
*Crowd can't help but cheer*
Gib-SAN: That's right! The Jung Dragons are here! *pointing* Jimmy Yang! and me, Jamie Gib-SAN. See what I did there? All the tag teams back there, you are ON NOTICE, that Jamie Gib-SAN and the rest of the Jung Dragons are the champions of WWA...We just ain't got our belts yet, ain't that right Jimmy?
Yang: *nods a lot* Yes??
Jericho: But oh wait folks...you thought we were done?? Oh no...there's more...Not only do YOU get Jericho, Hennig, Daniels and the Jung Dragons...no no...you also get...this...are you ready?
Sean Waltman's Entrance Music
*The music forces people to stand. They have no choice. Cheers too. Sean Waltman makes his way down the ramp. Crotch Chops for everyone.*
Sean Waltman: I thought I'd come on out here, and make this thing a REAL Party! And I don't care WHAT you call me. Sixx, X-Pac, hell, even the 1-2-3 Kid, just sign my paychecks "Sean Waltman", Deusser...got it? There is NO ONE back in that dressing room who can match what we have out here right now. NO ONE! 6 of the BEST WRESTLERS IN THE WORLD stand in this ring! And if you're not down with that...Sean's got 2 words for ya...
Crowd: SUCK IT!!!
(Me: *sigh*)
*Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena*
Schiavone: Folks, it appears we may be experiencing some technical difficulties here...We'll keep the tape machines rolling...
Tyson: No one uthes tape anymore Thiavone...Join uth in 2008 man...
*Before Schiavone can respond, there is a green light now shining in the arena, and then...*
Hurricane Helms Entrance Music[/url]
*Hurricane Helms (wearing green, but with no mask or cape or anything) appears on the top of the ramp, and he is flanked closely by Tito Santana, Rick Martel, Billy Kidman, Shannon More, Evan Karagias, Ray Gordy, Festus, Ryo Saito, Fishman, The Florida Brothers, Lobo, and, yes, Joel Gertner as all 15 of them make their way down to the ring to an absolutely deafening ovation. Everyone looks ready to square off, but Strike Force and Helms calm the crew back. This is followed by a quick moment of since, followed by and extremely loud "HU-RRI-CANE" chant*
Hurricane Helms: Now hold on...hold on just a minute...you say you've got the 7 best wrestlers in the world in that ring? I say, we've got 13 of the best wrestlers in the world RIGHT HERE! WAZZUPWITDAT? *folds arms*
*Just as he says that, Kohei Sato, Genki Horiguchi, Sangre Chicana
Crimson Dragon, Cyber Kong and Andrew "Test" Martin all come out to "Bulls on Parade" through the crowd*
Jericho: Did we say 6? I think we meant 12.
Helms: Regardless. It's funny how you come out here saying that it's inevitable you're taking all the belts; when I have legends like Tito here in my corner.
Waltman: Aren't you that little superhero guy? Aren't you cute? *crotch chop*
Joel Gernter: Now, hold on there herpes. You know, you really shouldn't be talking shit to anyone.
Waltman: Who the hell are you?
Gertner: I am the sexual intellectual, Joel...since you stuck your dick in Chyna, when she didn't have a vagina, you want to come here and fight us, with your case of hepititus, and you stand here in front of me, who gets ALL the rats for free, cause while they think I'm schemin', I leave ALL the ladies screamin....Gertner....
Waltman: You son of a...
Helms: *holds his hand up* Now hold on there Sean...we just came out here to put YOU on notice that those belts you're talking about...you're gonna have some competition for them. And Jericho, you can start your competition, with a little bit o' HELMS.
*The two stand nose to nose as the crowd grows raucous; and the rest of the respective crews look like they're gonna square off right NOW! That is until, the lights go red and pyro goes off and...*
*Reparation Squad Theme[/url] fires up over the PA, and Mark Henry, Teddy Long, Consequences Creed, Sabian, SD "Special Delivery" Jones, Norman Smiley, and Elix Skipper all make their way down to the ramp and into the ring. The crowd cheers, but in a somewhat confused manner*
Teddy Long: Now hold on, playas. Now, see, my boys and I here are sick and tired of hearin about how great y'all are. Every fed is like this. Always the WHITE MAN with the belts...Let the NEGROES steal the show, but always take a back seat. Ya feelin' me?
Jericho: Now wait a...
Long: Hold on playa, now I ain't done yet. See, our owner, Tommy Deusser had enough foresight to realize that a fed's not a fed without the brothers involved; and he promised me...hell, promised all of us; that if we signed, we'd get an equal chance at a place on the card.
Tommy: That's true Teddy, I did.
*Some of the other wrestlers kind of look in disbelief at Deusser, but the crowd, a "melting pot" to be sure, cheers wildly for this turn of events*
Tyson: That's wight brover...You tell em! Eat their chiwdwen!
Schiavone: What?
Long: So dig this playas. Me and my brothas here behind me all decided that it's best, at this time, to keep it separate from all y'all.
Skipper: It's a black thing. You wouldn't understand.
Helms: Now why are you...
Long: Hold ON playa...I ain't done yet. Because besides the fact that I have the finest collection of African American talent in the wrestling world today behind me. And they ALL comin after yall. There's one other man...a man who DOMNIATED TNA. A man who was unfairly dumped out of WWF...a man, who will be your NEXT World's Champion!
Ron Killings Theme
*Ron Killings makes his way down the ramp (acoompanied by Crystal Louthan) with a huge pyro display. The crowd is blowing the roof off as they all get to their feet*
Ron Killings: WHASSUP!
Crowd: WHASSUP!
Killings: WHASSUP!
Crowd: WHASSUP!
Killings: WHASSUP!
Crowd: WHASSUP!!!
*cheers*
Killings: Awww yeah. Y'all didn't know the Suntan Superman was in town, did ya? See, Teddy and me, we cool, ya know? And what he says goes for me too. See, I AM the 2-Time NWA Champion. None of y'all can even come CLOSE to sayin' nothin like that. So if YOU Jericho, or YOU Helms think y'all are just gonna walk over me...hell, walk over us to get your belts...You got another thing comin'. Got that?
Long: Ya feelin' me playas?
*Killings, Jericho and Helms all go nose to nose, and the factions all kind of crowd in around each other.*
Tommy: Save it for the first show everyone!
*They all kind of back up a little bit*
Tommy: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming out to the Roster Introduction tonight! Stay tuned to WCTR TV-3 for details about our first show, and I think you can all see...this is the most talented roster in the World, and you'll have nothing but the best competition GUARANTEED in every show. Goodnight Worcester!
WWA Theme
Schiavone: FOLKS! We're out of TIME! We'll keep the TAPE MACHINES ROLLING on the GREATEST NIGHT in the HISTORY of WRESTLING!
Tyson: Now, I told you about that tape mathine thing Tony...
*fade*
WWA Theme
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and Gentlemen...WELCOME to the DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts and tonight...the CENTER OF THE WRESTLING UNIVERSE as we present to you...LIVE on WCTR TV-3 here in WORCESTER...The Inaugural Presentation of the most anticipated Wrestling Company opening EVER! TONIGHT, is our introduction to the FULL ROSTER of the WORCESTER WRESTLING AUTHORITY! *I* am Tony Schiavone and I'm joined here at the announce table by Second-Generation Legend David Flair and Multiple Time World Heavyweight Boxing Champion..."IRON" MIKE TYSON! Mike Tyson: Yo, Tony how come you introduce me last like that? I don't take kindly to your widiculous diswespect.Schiavone: I'm sorry, Champ, I...didn't mean any disrespect. Usually being introduced last is an honor.
Tyson: Don't let it happen again Tony, I would hate to take this confwontation to a mow physical level.
Schiavone: I won't let it happen again, Champ. And now, let's introduce our third member of our announce team, the LEGENDARY David Flair!
David Flair: Do you like my crowbar?Schavone: What?
D. Flair: I SAID DO YOU LIKE MY CROWBAR?!?!?
Schiavone: Uh, yes, it's a very nice crowbar.
D. Flair: One time, at wrestling camp, I put $.50 in a candy machine, and nothing came out, so I BROKE IT WITH MY CROWBAR!
Tyson: You know thas great David. It's a good way to break open those stupid candy machines without hurting your hand.
D. Flair: I know, right?
Tyson: One time, I punched one of those candy machines all the way into BOLIVIA!
D. Flair: *cackles manaically*
Tyson: PRAISE to ALLAH!
Schiavone: I am officially scared now.
Tyson: Don't be thcared Tony. I won't hurt you. Much.
D. Flair: CROWBAR!
Schiavone: Well, the time for talking is over, let's go to the ring, where Jeremy Borash is standing by...JB!
Jeremy Borash: Thank you, Tony. Ladies and Gentlemen at this time, I'd like to direct your attention to the ring area, as we are about to bring to you the WWA's OFFICIAL Roster Introduction, brought to you by Dunkin' Donuts, DCU, Bob's Discount Furniture, and Thompson's Clam Bar, and Giant Glass! And now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, the General Manager, and CEO of WWA Wrestling, and Worcester Resident...TOMMY DEUSSER!Tommy Deusser's Entrance Music
*The capacity crowd rises to their feet as one in an uproarious cheer for the boss*
Tommy Deusser: Thank you! Thank you everyone! Thank you JB, and again, Thank you everyone for packing the DCU Center for a Roster Introduction. I mean, there's not even any matches and you still showed up. So credit to you fine folks and thank you!Crowd: WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA! WWA!
Tommy: All right then, let's keep this excitement going, as I introduce to you our controversial number 1 draft pick, and the number 1 pick in the draft overall!
Crowd: *batshit*
Tommy: I had a vision for this company, and that's to bring you the very best in competition every night, and this gentleman is the best of all possible worlds...Workrate, check, Pedigree, check, Works the Mic? You know it. Ladies and Gentlemen, YOUR Number 1 draft pick...CHRIS...JERICHO!!!
Chris Jericho's Entrance Music
*Huge Pyro goes off and the is blowing the roof off the joint as Chris Jericho makes his way into the ring, where he takes a microphone*
Chris Jericho: Hey Assclowns!*Mixed reaction from the crowd. Damned Smarks*
Jericho: Tommy Deusser, I'd just like to thank you for that kind introduction, now if you don't mind...would you please...SHUT. THE HELL. UP!
*cheers (sigh)*
Jericho: Because Douchebag, I don't need you or ANYONE ELSE to put me, Chris Jericho, over. You see, I'm the number one overall pick for a reason. I deserve it. I'm an 8-time WWF Intercontinental Champion. I'm the First ever...e-e-e-e-e-eVER Undisputed World Champion in WWF History. I RULED the WCW Cruiserweight division when the Orange Superman was making the World Belt worthless, and you see, it's not a fluke, it's not a mistake, and it's not "controversial" that *I* am the Number 1 pick. I'm the best in the World. I SHOULD be number one. I'll give you credit boss; you know that, and that's why you took me first.
Tommy: And if you call me "douchebag" again, Jericho, I'll send you to Serge's fed where you can job to Art Barr.
*crowd laughs and cheers*
Jericho: Fine. No dissing the boss. You see in my last job...
Tommy: See, he really *is* a douchebag.
*more cheers*
Jericho: Fine, anyway, there is one belt, that was just created, that's going to be more prestigious than all of them; the WWA World Championship. And I'm number one for a reason. That belt is MINE whenever I want it. So Locker Room, you are on notice, that if you think you're going to even get a shot at it...you're going through me first. And while I'm here, I'd like to introduce you to a few friends of mine. First of all, he's an AWA World Champion, has almost as many WWF IC titles as I do, and, best of all, he's Perfect. Give a big hand to Curt...HENNIG!
Curt Hennig's Entrance Music
*Cheers, mainly because he's been dead for like 5 years*
Curt Hennig: Chris thank you for that introduction. And I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. It boils to this. I am simply Perfect. I am Perfect in every way. There is nothing you...any of you, can do that I can't do better. Higher, Faster, Stronger...I am all of those. Jericho: MONKEYS IN THE TRUCK! ROLL THAT CLIP!
*Jumbotron shows some clips from the Classic Hennig WWF Intro Vignettes*
Hennig: And I am STILL Perfect. I am EXACTLY what I say I am. I'm the perfect specimen, and I have proven it. I even DIED perfectly. I am Mr. Perfect. I am Curt Hennig, and the rest of you had better step aside. That is, except for my next friend, who's pretty perfect himself.
"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels Entrance Music
*Curry Man chant breaks out above the cheers. Stupid Smarks*
Christopher Daniels: Well, well, well...it looks like we've got ourselves quite a faction here don't we.*Finally, some boos*
Daniels: Oh, that's right folks, Christopher Daniels is here to help make up the most accomplished, and quite simply, THE BEST group of wrestlers you've ever seen.
*Mixed reaction*
Daniels: Mr. Perfect, Curt Hennig. The legend, Chris Jericho, and, of course, the best pure wrestler in the game today; the Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels. Now, we've got three singles belts in this promotion; and I think we've got all three belts locked up right here; but we've also got some tag belts to deal with too. You think we forgot?
Yung Dragons Entrance Music
Daniels: Jimmy Yang...Jamie Gib-SAN...The JUNG DRAGONS
*Crowd can't help but cheer*
Gib-SAN: That's right! The Jung Dragons are here! *pointing* Jimmy Yang! and me, Jamie Gib-SAN. See what I did there? All the tag teams back there, you are ON NOTICE, that Jamie Gib-SAN and the rest of the Jung Dragons are the champions of WWA...We just ain't got our belts yet, ain't that right Jimmy?
Yang: *nods a lot* Yes??
Jericho: But oh wait folks...you thought we were done?? Oh no...there's more...Not only do YOU get Jericho, Hennig, Daniels and the Jung Dragons...no no...you also get...this...are you ready?
Sean Waltman's Entrance Music
*The music forces people to stand. They have no choice. Cheers too. Sean Waltman makes his way down the ramp. Crotch Chops for everyone.*
Sean Waltman: I thought I'd come on out here, and make this thing a REAL Party! And I don't care WHAT you call me. Sixx, X-Pac, hell, even the 1-2-3 Kid, just sign my paychecks "Sean Waltman", Deusser...got it? There is NO ONE back in that dressing room who can match what we have out here right now. NO ONE! 6 of the BEST WRESTLERS IN THE WORLD stand in this ring! And if you're not down with that...Sean's got 2 words for ya...Crowd: SUCK IT!!!
(Me: *sigh*)
*Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena*
Schiavone: Folks, it appears we may be experiencing some technical difficulties here...We'll keep the tape machines rolling...
Tyson: No one uthes tape anymore Thiavone...Join uth in 2008 man...
*Before Schiavone can respond, there is a green light now shining in the arena, and then...*
Hurricane Helms Entrance Music[/url]
*Hurricane Helms (wearing green, but with no mask or cape or anything) appears on the top of the ramp, and he is flanked closely by Tito Santana, Rick Martel, Billy Kidman, Shannon More, Evan Karagias, Ray Gordy, Festus, Ryo Saito, Fishman, The Florida Brothers, Lobo, and, yes, Joel Gertner as all 15 of them make their way down to the ring to an absolutely deafening ovation. Everyone looks ready to square off, but Strike Force and Helms calm the crew back. This is followed by a quick moment of since, followed by and extremely loud "HU-RRI-CANE" chant*
Hurricane Helms: Now hold on...hold on just a minute...you say you've got the 7 best wrestlers in the world in that ring? I say, we've got 13 of the best wrestlers in the world RIGHT HERE! WAZZUPWITDAT? *folds arms**Just as he says that, Kohei Sato, Genki Horiguchi, Sangre Chicana
Crimson Dragon, Cyber Kong and Andrew "Test" Martin all come out to "Bulls on Parade" through the crowd*
Jericho: Did we say 6? I think we meant 12.
Helms: Regardless. It's funny how you come out here saying that it's inevitable you're taking all the belts; when I have legends like Tito here in my corner.
Waltman: Aren't you that little superhero guy? Aren't you cute? *crotch chop*
Joel Gernter: Now, hold on there herpes. You know, you really shouldn't be talking shit to anyone.Waltman: Who the hell are you?
Gertner: I am the sexual intellectual, Joel...since you stuck your dick in Chyna, when she didn't have a vagina, you want to come here and fight us, with your case of hepititus, and you stand here in front of me, who gets ALL the rats for free, cause while they think I'm schemin', I leave ALL the ladies screamin....Gertner....
Waltman: You son of a...
Helms: *holds his hand up* Now hold on there Sean...we just came out here to put YOU on notice that those belts you're talking about...you're gonna have some competition for them. And Jericho, you can start your competition, with a little bit o' HELMS.
*The two stand nose to nose as the crowd grows raucous; and the rest of the respective crews look like they're gonna square off right NOW! That is until, the lights go red and pyro goes off and...*
*Reparation Squad Theme[/url] fires up over the PA, and Mark Henry, Teddy Long, Consequences Creed, Sabian, SD "Special Delivery" Jones, Norman Smiley, and Elix Skipper all make their way down to the ramp and into the ring. The crowd cheers, but in a somewhat confused manner*
Teddy Long: Now hold on, playas. Now, see, my boys and I here are sick and tired of hearin about how great y'all are. Every fed is like this. Always the WHITE MAN with the belts...Let the NEGROES steal the show, but always take a back seat. Ya feelin' me?Jericho: Now wait a...
Long: Hold on playa, now I ain't done yet. See, our owner, Tommy Deusser had enough foresight to realize that a fed's not a fed without the brothers involved; and he promised me...hell, promised all of us; that if we signed, we'd get an equal chance at a place on the card.
Tommy: That's true Teddy, I did.
*Some of the other wrestlers kind of look in disbelief at Deusser, but the crowd, a "melting pot" to be sure, cheers wildly for this turn of events*
Tyson: That's wight brover...You tell em! Eat their chiwdwen!
Schiavone: What?
Long: So dig this playas. Me and my brothas here behind me all decided that it's best, at this time, to keep it separate from all y'all.
Skipper: It's a black thing. You wouldn't understand.
Helms: Now why are you...
Long: Hold ON playa...I ain't done yet. Because besides the fact that I have the finest collection of African American talent in the wrestling world today behind me. And they ALL comin after yall. There's one other man...a man who DOMNIATED TNA. A man who was unfairly dumped out of WWF...a man, who will be your NEXT World's Champion!
Ron Killings Theme
*Ron Killings makes his way down the ramp (acoompanied by Crystal Louthan) with a huge pyro display. The crowd is blowing the roof off as they all get to their feet*
Ron Killings: WHASSUP!Crowd: WHASSUP!
Killings: WHASSUP!
Crowd: WHASSUP!
Killings: WHASSUP!
Crowd: WHASSUP!!!
*cheers*
Killings: Awww yeah. Y'all didn't know the Suntan Superman was in town, did ya? See, Teddy and me, we cool, ya know? And what he says goes for me too. See, I AM the 2-Time NWA Champion. None of y'all can even come CLOSE to sayin' nothin like that. So if YOU Jericho, or YOU Helms think y'all are just gonna walk over me...hell, walk over us to get your belts...You got another thing comin'. Got that?
Long: Ya feelin' me playas?
*Killings, Jericho and Helms all go nose to nose, and the factions all kind of crowd in around each other.*
Tommy: Save it for the first show everyone!
*They all kind of back up a little bit*
Tommy: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming out to the Roster Introduction tonight! Stay tuned to WCTR TV-3 for details about our first show, and I think you can all see...this is the most talented roster in the World, and you'll have nothing but the best competition GUARANTEED in every show. Goodnight Worcester!
WWA Theme
Schiavone: FOLKS! We're out of TIME! We'll keep the TAPE MACHINES ROLLING on the GREATEST NIGHT in the HISTORY of WRESTLING!
Tyson: Now, I told you about that tape mathine thing Tony...
*fade*
