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Inside the world of the Maverick Moonlight Lanes, goes the UWA camera. A place where night life is the norm and crashing pins are nothing new. The strobe lights go full bore, accompanied by the steady rock music. The lanes are a true sixty feet with a polished wood.

Only the best come to bowl on Wednesday night.

And tonight, all attention is focused on lane nine.

On lane nine, one Joe Seward lights up the building with a sixteen pounder.

Yes sir, Joe Seward is about to bowl a perfect game.

Joe picks up his red ball from the tray. The UWA Hardcore Champion looses his yellow tie as the tenth frame stares hard.

The pins reflect their white glow in the strobe lights, so perfect, almost untouched.....almost!

Smokin' Joe Seward takes three large steps and releases the sixteen pound ball.

When the sixteen connects with the lane, a thunderous sounds erupts. The rolling red, glistens in the strobe lights above. The red, sixteen, teeters on the edge of the gutter, but stays true to the throwers desire.

*BOOM*

The peaceful white pins, now lie demolished on the lane.

Joe - Hot dog!

Smokin' Joe Seward holds his hands up in a temporary celebration. After all, the UWA Hardcore Champion still needs two more strikes to get that perfect game.

A crowd gathers behind a potential champion bowler. Joe takes a sip of his
Miller Lite, just before his ball appears on the tray.

Guy In Crowd - Another strike! Go for it!

Joe - You gots it pal!

Smokin' Joe Seward, almost too calmly, lets his red, sixteen roll. The ball connects with the lane, assuming a backspin curl. The red, sixteen pounder, makes a swooping sound as the ball charges down the lane.

*BOOM*

It would seem the pins jumped before the ball even connected with them. Either way, Joe Seward stands just one strike from a perfect game. The crowd of people gathered, stand, and lively cheer. Many have now put their own bowling games on hold.

Joe - Alright now! Here's ta the greatest, well second greatest sport on the damn planet.

Smokin' Joe Seward further loosens his tie, and holds his Miller Lite up high. Half the people in the crowd hold their beers up as well. A giant, simultaneous, swig of alcohol follows.

Joe - YEAH!

Suddenly from out of nowhere, UWA reporter, Jamie Welsh appears. Joes face lights up when he sees the lovely Jamie Welsh.

Joe - Hey honey!

Jamie - Hello Joe!

Joe puts his arm around Jamie Welsh and takes a drink of his Miller Lite.

Jamie - Joe , before you roll, let me get your thoughts on Jonny Fly.

Joe takes another swig of his Miller Lite as the red ball comes up on the tray.

Joe - Baby, I think the whole damn world knows the name Jonny Fly. Let me tell ya, Fly just might be the greatest damn wrastler in the world.

Jamie - I can agree there.

Joe - But Smokin' Joe Seward is also one of the greatest wrastlers in the world. Who ever wins this here match, don't bother me one bit. Fly versus Seward is one for the history books. Like I say, don't bother me none now who wins......cause when I"m done, Fly and I are gonna go backstage a open a few cold ones!

Jamie - Smokin' Joe Seward, the UWA Hardcore Champion!

Joe takes a gulp of his Miller Lite before grabbing his red sixteen.

Joe - See ya pins!

The UWA Hardcore Champion assumes the position. After three generous steps, Joe lets the red, sixteen, pounder soar. Down the lane it goes, rolling with the power of a potential PBA Champion.

*BOOM*

Joe - Sweet Merciful Lord!

Balloons and confetti fill the scene. The cheers erupt as thirteen X's are boldly flashed across the score screen. A massive, simultaneous, swallow of alcohol follows, with Joe at the lead. Yes sir, a perfect game for , Smokin' Joe Seward, UWA Hardcore Champion.