CSWA INDEPENDENCE DAY 2000 -- July 20, 2000

CSWA Independence Day 2000
July 20, 2000

FAITH returns?
Contract Signing Announced?
Hornet vs. Aaron Douglas

(As the attendant leaves, Deacon begins to look around at those that surround him. They are all a part of the CSWA, but they are not a part of his life. Through the door walks…)

(Deacon turns to this woman who has tossed his emotions from one end to the other. His eyes cry out, even though tears will not come. She comes to his side.)

FH: Elijah. I heard what happened. I'm so sorry for what I've done. Can you ever forgive me?

(For all this woman has done, Deacon forgets for the moment as they hug. Her eyes are teary. Her voice trembling as she says.)

(As the crew begins to place a podium in the center of the ring, the audience, knowing one of of two people is about to come out, begins to boo.)

(The boos continue as Thomas makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring.)

ST: What a reception for the man who is about to do what Merritt couldn't get done. What a reception for the man who is here to give you your "Hero" back.

ST: That's better. Over the past week, I've heard my name slandered a hundred times. I guess some people were just making up for lost time. I'm not going to go into the details of what's going on in court here. Instead, I'm going to give you what you want. Ladies and gentlemen, I have in my pocket a lucrative contract for a CSWA superstar who has fallen out of the limelight. A man who has competed around the world. A man who has captured innumerable titles.

(A camera quickly flashes to the Presidential Skybox, where Commissioner Merritt has come out onto the balcony, apparently to watch the 'action.')

A man who is finally returning to the CSWA tonight. Ladies and gentlemen.....I give you....

(The house lights go dark, save for a spotlight on the entrance way. The crowd waits in eager anticipation for their "Hero" to arrive)

(Cue up the intro section of "Jesus Christ Superstar" followed quickly by an unknown original score)

(Tom Adler emerges from the curtain, takes a few steps forward, then stops to survey the crowd. He closes his eyes for a moment... absorbing the mixture of cheers and boos, inhales deeply, then gives his trademarked arrogant smile as he opens his eyes and continues to look around the crowd. After a brief moment, Adler proceeds to the ring, where he shakes Steve Thomas' hand then accepts the microphone from a ringside attendant.)

(Adler's dressed in black windpants, a plain black t-shirt and tennis shoes. His long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail.. and sporting about three days worth of stubble.)

(The camera pointing to the skybox catches Merritt shaking his head and returning inside.)

SB: I thought "Mr. Magnificent" was Mark Windham under a mask. I don't think Merritt's too happy about this one.

Adler: You know.... (looking at a slip of paper in his hand) I was thinking on my way here from the airport about the current push that everything new in this industry seems to be getting. And, I've gotta be completely honest. I've had my doubts as to whether or not there was still a place for Tom Adler in this business. It's kind of understandable, I guess. When you consider that for the last few years.. and most recently in particular, that one promoter after another has been telling me that there's not. But, when I walked through the door back there a few moments ago, it took all of about 20 seconds for it to become pretty clear that some things will NEVER change. Because, that's about all the longer it took for them to realize just who it was that Thomas had signed to a contract and send the script writers... most of which telling me that since I hadn't cut a promo in about two years, that they wanted to make sure that this went off just right. Well, (crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the crowd), if there's one thing I've never been, it's at a loss for something to say. What I HAVE been.. is at a loss for someplace to say it. And, given the fact that the last two times I stepped in front of a microphone the federations closed, I figure I'd better say what I've got to right now... because Lord knows when I'll get another chance.

And, to that end... (turning toward Commissioner Thomas), I want to both publicly thank... and conGRATulate Commissioner Thomas... for being the only booker in this industry who doesn't have his head stuck so far up his (bleeped) that he can't tell if he's got a toothache or a hemorrhoid (Thomas laughs). Because, you see... it seems that promoters out there have a bit of a problem with me. The general notion is that I need to forget about the past. Well, ya know.. I find that pretty funny coming from people who take it upon themselves to slam the door in somebody's face based on past issues. And, ya know... it really doesn't matter what side of it you're on. Because whether it's a guy who can't look far enough past his own egostroke to understand why the only man who decides how and why Tom Adler wrestles... is Tom Adler... or it's a guy who didn't have the cahones to tell a couple of <bleep>holes that wrestling isn't graded on a curve. That you don't level the playing field by "Killing" the best and the worst, just so you can cater to the mediocrity in the middle for no other reason thanbecause they don't think they can win. The bottom line is that a booker didn't make Tom Adler that... damn... good. Tom Adler made himself that... F<bleep>'n... Great.

And anybody who wants to lay claim to any form of superiority based on any of that is more than welcome to. I didn't need to join some clique that withered away years ago to promote myself to positions to stroke my own ego. I think everybody knows that I am, and have always been... the ANTI-Clique! This (pointing to the ring) is where I built my ego. Not in the back. You want me to forget about the past? Fine, open the door and let me do what I do better than any man on the face of the planet... wrestle.

Now, I realize a lot of people are gonna have a lot of ideas about why I'm here. Some will say I came here to harp on whatever issues somebody else may have with me. But, I'm not. Lord knows THIS would be the last place I'd come to do it. I've said what I had to say on it. If anybody wants to take issue with any of it, I'm easily found. Some will say I came here to settle old scores. Maybe even goat Hornet into signing a contact. Frankly, I couldn't care less what Hornet does. He's done more to kill his own legend than any wrestler ever could. I'm not here to lay claim to anybody's spot based on past reputation. You've got enough returning legends running around here doing that as it is. No... I'll gladly start back at the bottom. But, rest assured... I don't plan to stay there long.

And, Steve, I'm sorry to tell ya that I'm not here to bolster somebody's claim to authority (Thomas gets a rather disgruntled look on his face). If my being here gets you over in back, I'm happy for ya. But, I am here for the same reason I've ever gone anywhere, or done anything in this business. Because I get off on proving that I'm better than anybody else at what I do. And, right now, the elite of this industry just happens to be right here in the CSWA. My loyalty is to myself.. and my own reputation. A reputation of being the greatest athlete on God's green earth. (pausing for a moment...) Two years ago, I was blackballed from this sport... and for no other reason than being better than anybody else. Well, I'm still better than anybody else. And the world will regret the day that they let me come back.

(Adler takes a pen and signs the contract and stuffs it in Thomas' pocket, then climbs out of the ring and heads toward the locker room).

BB: Fans, Rudy Seitzer is in the back with Hornet, who is getting ready for his match...which is just moments away!

H: Look, Rudy, if Adler wants to come out and toot his own horn, that's fine. I'm glad the man finally got signed to another contract after being blackballed as one of the ultimate gripers in our sport. As far as what he thinks of me and my 'legend?' Like he said, I've proved myself in the ring. And if I remember correctly, I'm the biggest black mark on "Mr. Perfect's" reputation in the ring.

H: I said what I said, Rudy. Adler was right about one thing. He didn't get his reputation by being part of a 'clique.' He got his reputation by having an ego big enough to be considered it's own clique. But right now, Rudy, I've got Aaron Douglas to dispose of. And then I've got to get back to what's really important....and that doesn't include Douglas or Adler.

SB: Thank goodness...I thought Hornet was gonna talk as long as Adler did. Somebody better start a match quick, I think half the audience is asleep.

GRUDGE MATCH
Hornet vs. Aaron Douglas

BB: And you're gonna get your wish. The tension between these two has been building ever since Hornet walked out on Douglas as his tag partner last year when he retired. Douglas obviously had a few things to say about the situation, challenging Hornet, and eventually promising the fans he'd have a match with him back at THANKSGIVING WEEKEND SPECTACULAR.

BB: Instead, Douglas brought him some fat, balding homeless guy he picked up somewhere, and played him off as 'Hornet.' The real Hornet came out of the crowd and lit in to Douglas. Ever since, there's been a war of words, with most of the volleys coming from Aaron Douglas, while Hornet has remained content to interfere in Douglas' matches and fight him out of the ring.

BB: With the ongoing contract negotiations, CSWA Commissioner Merritt originally refused to let Hornet appear here tonight. He gave him only one way to be allowed in the building...and that was to make the match against Douglas.

SB: Is that enough backstory for you yet, Buckley? Geez...do you get paid by the word?

BB: Wait a second...it looks like Douglas is already making his way to the ring...no music, no nothing. Our crew finally catches up and hits a huge pyro bang, but Douglas doesn't even acknowledge it...he's ready to get this one going.

Douglas (on the ring mic): Let's go, Hornet. It's time to get your decrepit, retired self out here and finish the "Legend of Hornet" once and for all. (Douglas drops the microphone and sits in the corner.)

BB: And here he comes! (crowd pop) No music, no lights, no pyro, just Hornet, but the majority of this crowd still loves it. Hornet is headed back into home territory, a CSWA ring.

BB: Wouldn't dream of it, Sammy. Hornet walks down the aisle, eyeing Douglas the whole way. He rolls inside, and Douglas charges. Douglas connects with a clothesline that almost sends Hornet back through the ropes....and follows with a kick that *does* send Hornet to the floor. Douglas climbs through the ropes and keeps Hornet down with an elbow...now he's going after him with a camera cord around his throat!

SB: (laughs) I love it! Hornet's officially back in the ring...and Douglas pays him back royally.

BB: There's no doubt that Douglas is fired up. He's taking it to Hornet hard. Referee Ben Worthington finally manages to persuade Douglas to drop the cord to avoid being disqualified. But Douglas isn't done on the outside...he slams Hornet shoulder-first into the ring post! Hornet falls to the mat, while Douglas rolls back inside. Hornet gets to his feet, and he's grabbing that shoulder.

BB: That's true. Hornet rolls inside, and Douglas is immediately there, stomping on him. Worthington tries to get the break so Hornet can fully get back in the ring, but Douglas pushes him out of the way. Hornet catches the foot and dumps Douglas to the ground, and now the former World Champion powers on top of Douglas, railing on him with a flurry of fists. Douglas powers his way on top, now Hornet, now Douglas... we've got a good old-fashioned brawl going on! Both men fight to their feet in the corner! Knife edges chop by Hornet, Douglas spins him around in the corner and delivers a series of hard rights! Douglas climbs to the second rope, still delivering blows to the top of Hornet's head. But Hornet powers out of the corner...and drops Douglas down hard with an inverted atomic drop!

BB: ...that we won't discuss on the air. Hornet with a standing dropkick, sending Douglas into the ropes. Clothesline by Hornet sends the former Greensboro Champ down. Hornet pulls the Canadian to his feet and tries to send him into the corner, but Douglas reverses. Hornet hits the corner hard, but dodges the elbow follow-in by Douglas. Hornet pulls Douglas off the corner by his head and uses it to slam him into the mat! Hornet sits down on Douglas' back and is now rubbing his face into the mat! Hornet pulls off and bounces off the ropes, but Douglas rolls away, just barely missing the knee drop to the head. Douglas with a spinning heel kick that staggers Hornet...and now he hooks for the....he gets him over with the snap suplex!!! Douglas bridges! ONE.....no! Hornet kicks out.

BB: Hornet gets sent for the ride...but he holds on the ropes, and Douglas hits the mat head-first after missing the dropkick. That's the kind of opening that Hornet lives to take advantage of. And here we go! Hornet grabs hold of Douglas....brainbuster!!! He doesn't go for the pin, instead, he pulls the dazed Douglas to his feet and hooks in a full nelson...continuing to work on Douglas' neck. Douglas struggles to get out, but his standing switch fails as Hornet locks his leg around. Douglas tries to thrash out, but Hornet's too strong...he's got the power edge in this match. Douglas finally hooks a leg over the nearest rope, and Worthington calls for the break. Hornet grudgingly gives it, and in return, gets taken over with a Japanese arm drag. Douglas tries to hook in a cradle, but Hornet powers out and pulls Douglas down instead. Douglas rolls through and now he's on top of Hornet...THIRD DEGREE BURN!!!! He's got that crossface hooked in!!! Hornet quickly grabs the ropes, but Douglas doesn't want to let up. Worthington has to literally pry Douglas's hands loose! Hornet rolls outside for a breather, but Douglas is right behind him! Hornet sidesteps the Canadian and then sends him into the metal barricade He grabs hold of Douglas again and sends him for the ride all the way into the far metal post! Douglas hit that post so hard it turned him around...and it may be the only thing keeping him standing!

BB: HORNET SPLASH!!! Hornet ran down the ringside area and hurled himself into Douglas...he almost cracked his own head n the metal post! But instead, he nails Douglas! Aaron Douglas may be out! SCORPION! SCORPION DEATHLOCK! And Douglas isn't even moving! Ben Worthington may have to stop this one....right now, he's just trying to get Hornet to let up and get back in the ring. Hornet finally does, but only after rolling the prone Douglas back inside. I don't think we've ever seen anything like this out of Hornet.

BB: It looks like Hornet is gonna head up top...and this crowd is on its feet...they know what that means. The big man is gonna take to the sky with a shooting star press!

(A baby's cries are heard over the arena speakers. Hornet looks around, then climbs off the ropes. He crosses the ring and faces the rampway, motioning as if to dare "The Insider" to come down with Ivy's daughter, Susan. The cries continue for a few more seconds, then abruptly stop.)

BB: Douglas charges Hornet from behind, but the former four-time CSWA World Champ is ready! He sidesteps Douglas, who almost clotheslines himself hitting the ropes. Hornet goes for the face slam again, but this time Douglas is ready! DOUBLE ARM DDT!!! Douglas just planted Hornet! And now he's headed up top!!! The six-foot-five, 245 pounder from Calgary takes to the top rope as Hornet lays prone near the middle of the ring! SWANTON BOMB!!!! HE NAILED IT! Douglas hooks the leg! ONE.............. TWO............... THREE!!!!!!

BB: Aaron Douglas has done it! And this crowd can't seem to believe it! Even Aaron Douglas looks like he can't quite believe it. He's looking at Hornet as if he expects to get attacked any moment. But Hornet simply rolls out of the ring and heads for the back. He said he had other things to concentrate on tonight...but the simple fact is, Aaron Douglas's concentration was on the mark, and he got the pinfall victory! Good grief...I don't know if my voice is going to make it all the way through tonight.

BB: I'm sure Thomas would turn over a rock and bring out the Red Midget to help you.

(Deacon is dressed and ready for his match. He is in his dressing room along with Faith Hannum. She is not dressed as in the past, but wearing long dress slacks and a buttoned blouse. Her hair is pulled into a pony tail. Elijah, the Deacon turns to her.)

(Without another thought, Faith joins Deacon in a kneeling position with the wooden locker room bench as their altar to God. The heavens open up and Faith begins to tremble with emotion long held back. In soul of this giant, he smiles, if only slightly. He is not alone either in person or spirit.)

(From behind, a cloth runs is jammed over Deacon's mouth. He struggles for a moment, and then collapses as Faith Hannum screams for help. His back to the camera, the man that had locked up Emmanuel with the bat-looking man/monster, enters the room.)

(Poison Ivy is walking through the backstage, waiting for Hornet to return from his match with Aaron Douglas. She stops, however.... upon a door slightly ajar.)

VOICE #1: So we're gonna sit right here until the boss is done with your buddy. You understand, don'tcha?

(Ivy peers inside.... to see Chris Shepherd bound and gagged, tied to a chair. Two "police" officers are standing over him. Without a second thought, Ivy opens the door.)